Darkness Rising
You can't change your destiny.
A figure emerged from the darkness of the tunnel, looking at the scenes of recent chaos. He saw bodies littering the floor of the cavern, some bearing the marks of electricity damage, others of severe and sudden cold. It appeared there was stalemate.
He pressed his palm to the floor of the cavern and images of the battle flickered in his mind. The attackers survived, only to see Shinnok escape. The figure pressed a hand to his head as if in pain. Then he walked on down the main tunnel.
Here, there was a cave in. He instinctively knew it wasn't natural as he examined the rubble. He felt something familiar. Old blood and dark magic. He scowled. Somebody had been crushed by the rock; the body removed by magic.
He looked at the rubble. Whoever it was had some purpose to taking the body. Then he knew. Prophet faded back into the shadows as others came to clear away the ruble. Then he was gone.
***
Obi-Wan sighed as he buried his face in his hands. He had delivered what he had to the Council and now he could only wait. His master was missing, Morgan Leigh had disappeared and he could do nothing but wait.
Tahl looked at the boy and bent down, taking his hands in hers. "Obi-Wan we will not stop searching for Qui Gon. Morgan Leigh will not get away with this." She told him softly.
Obi-Wan looked at her. She could see the tears in his eyes. "By the time we do find him, Morgan may have already killed him." He said.
"Don't say that, don't even think it." Tahl admonished. "We'll find him. Don't loose hope,"
***
Soralis was chained hand and foot to one of the laboratory's walls. "If I were you, I wouldn't struggle." Morgan said as she strode in, flanked by two huge demonic guards. "If you try to escape, those cuffs can knock even you out." She said indicating the manacles that bound her to the wall.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, already knowing the answer. " We haven't done anything to you!"
"You were placed into my care by an associate of mine. I was hired to break you my dear." Morgan replied as the guards stripped Qui Gon of his tunic, shoved him on the examination table and strapped him to it.
"And what about him?" Soralis asked, desperately stalling for time.
Morgan grinned at her. "For centuries the Jedi have been protectors of the Republic. No one knows much about them. I was too hasty with Jedi Knight Sitari and killed her too quickly. With Master Zanar Dun, I let my guard down and he managed to kill himself before I could stop him."
She shrugged. "From what my associates tell me, you have a high pain threshold and can resist torture for a very long time." Morgan moved closer to Soralis. "I fear that Qui Gon does not share your experience in such matters. If you do not bend to my will, he will suffer."
Soralis laughed harshly. "Do what you will. He means nothing to me,"
"Liar. He means a great deal to you," Morgan snarled as she turned to the helpless Jedi.
"Don't be afraid to use the force Qui Gon, it may be your only salvation," she said, mocking him.
Qui Gon closed his eyes, refusing to answer her. He shivered as he heard the torture droid approach him and winced as he felt a needle prick his arm. Soralis screamed silently as she watched them torture her friend. Morgan smirked as she sat down at the monitor, secretly enjoying both of her prisoners' agony.
Qui Gon was straining against the straps as the electro-jabber sent paralyzing jolts of energy through his body. The drugs that had been injected into him slowed down his time perception, so the torture seemed worse than it was. He screamed as the torture droid began using its pinchers to sear one of his hands.
Soralis was lost, completely lost. The Jedi had mentally grabbed her mind in panic as the hallucinations began to take effect and this time, she couldn't turn away. With a physical effort she embraced Qui Gon's soul with her own and hoped they could ride the hallucinations and the physical torture out together.
Morgan looked at the hovering torture droid. "Enough," she commanded it. It slowly retracted the acid jet it had been using to dribble corrosive acid on the Jedi's chest.
She smiled as she examined the droid's work. It had extracted the maximum amount of pain from the bound man with only a little damage to his body, damage that could be easily healed. And they had only just begun to delve into the droid's full capabilities. She carefully went over his vitals. He was breathing rapidly, his heart rate was racing and he was drenched in sweat.
She was curious. The alien's vital signs matched Qui Gon's almost exactly and yet nothing had been done to her. "This is quite interesting my dear, why does it seem that you are experiencing his pain?" Morgan asked as she walked over to Soralis.
Soralis opened her eyes. "Why should I cooperate with you?" she asked the scientist softly.
Morgan smiled and turned to Qui Gon, idly tracing her finger down his rib cage. He winced, expecting more punishment. "Consider this my dear. His lifespan corresponds directly to how long you are both useful to me."
Soralis glanced at Qui Gon. He couldn't take much more of this. She glared at Morgan, sensing fear beneath that mask of detached amusement. She could smell something else, something quite familiar. "You have no idea what you are dealing with do you?" she said, rapidly changing the subject, hoping to get the bitch's attention away from Qui Gon.
Morgan looked at her with a faint, twisted smile. "I know exactly what I am dealing with Soralis de Mordant." She waved her hand. "You are a creature of myth, something that should never have been born. A Pan-were and immortal, you stand for the innocent and the dead. You have powers that outstrip even the most accomplished of Jedi Masters. I will bring about what all the rest of the First Evil's servants have failed to do. I will turn you to darkness, or find a way to kill you."
Soralis grinned. "That? That is nothing. You deal with powers that will consume you in the end. Shao Kahn will have your soul even if you do give him what he wants."
Morgan went white with rage. How did this creature know about her dealings? The implants were designed to register Force-usage. "How do you know about this?
"Did you honestly believe I wouldn't sense Outland taint on you?" she asked dryly.
Morgan laughed. "Such a clever child. Your mind-games won't work with me," she turned to the droid. "Show her what we do to such clever children,"
Soralis pressed herself against the wall as the torture droid drifted towards her, its over-large hypodermic needle filling with a viscous looking fluid.
You can't change your destiny.
A figure emerged from the darkness of the tunnel, looking at the scenes of recent chaos. He saw bodies littering the floor of the cavern, some bearing the marks of electricity damage, others of severe and sudden cold. It appeared there was stalemate.
He pressed his palm to the floor of the cavern and images of the battle flickered in his mind. The attackers survived, only to see Shinnok escape. The figure pressed a hand to his head as if in pain. Then he walked on down the main tunnel.
Here, there was a cave in. He instinctively knew it wasn't natural as he examined the rubble. He felt something familiar. Old blood and dark magic. He scowled. Somebody had been crushed by the rock; the body removed by magic.
He looked at the rubble. Whoever it was had some purpose to taking the body. Then he knew. Prophet faded back into the shadows as others came to clear away the ruble. Then he was gone.
***
Obi-Wan sighed as he buried his face in his hands. He had delivered what he had to the Council and now he could only wait. His master was missing, Morgan Leigh had disappeared and he could do nothing but wait.
Tahl looked at the boy and bent down, taking his hands in hers. "Obi-Wan we will not stop searching for Qui Gon. Morgan Leigh will not get away with this." She told him softly.
Obi-Wan looked at her. She could see the tears in his eyes. "By the time we do find him, Morgan may have already killed him." He said.
"Don't say that, don't even think it." Tahl admonished. "We'll find him. Don't loose hope,"
***
Soralis was chained hand and foot to one of the laboratory's walls. "If I were you, I wouldn't struggle." Morgan said as she strode in, flanked by two huge demonic guards. "If you try to escape, those cuffs can knock even you out." She said indicating the manacles that bound her to the wall.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, already knowing the answer. " We haven't done anything to you!"
"You were placed into my care by an associate of mine. I was hired to break you my dear." Morgan replied as the guards stripped Qui Gon of his tunic, shoved him on the examination table and strapped him to it.
"And what about him?" Soralis asked, desperately stalling for time.
Morgan grinned at her. "For centuries the Jedi have been protectors of the Republic. No one knows much about them. I was too hasty with Jedi Knight Sitari and killed her too quickly. With Master Zanar Dun, I let my guard down and he managed to kill himself before I could stop him."
She shrugged. "From what my associates tell me, you have a high pain threshold and can resist torture for a very long time." Morgan moved closer to Soralis. "I fear that Qui Gon does not share your experience in such matters. If you do not bend to my will, he will suffer."
Soralis laughed harshly. "Do what you will. He means nothing to me,"
"Liar. He means a great deal to you," Morgan snarled as she turned to the helpless Jedi.
"Don't be afraid to use the force Qui Gon, it may be your only salvation," she said, mocking him.
Qui Gon closed his eyes, refusing to answer her. He shivered as he heard the torture droid approach him and winced as he felt a needle prick his arm. Soralis screamed silently as she watched them torture her friend. Morgan smirked as she sat down at the monitor, secretly enjoying both of her prisoners' agony.
Qui Gon was straining against the straps as the electro-jabber sent paralyzing jolts of energy through his body. The drugs that had been injected into him slowed down his time perception, so the torture seemed worse than it was. He screamed as the torture droid began using its pinchers to sear one of his hands.
Soralis was lost, completely lost. The Jedi had mentally grabbed her mind in panic as the hallucinations began to take effect and this time, she couldn't turn away. With a physical effort she embraced Qui Gon's soul with her own and hoped they could ride the hallucinations and the physical torture out together.
Morgan looked at the hovering torture droid. "Enough," she commanded it. It slowly retracted the acid jet it had been using to dribble corrosive acid on the Jedi's chest.
She smiled as she examined the droid's work. It had extracted the maximum amount of pain from the bound man with only a little damage to his body, damage that could be easily healed. And they had only just begun to delve into the droid's full capabilities. She carefully went over his vitals. He was breathing rapidly, his heart rate was racing and he was drenched in sweat.
She was curious. The alien's vital signs matched Qui Gon's almost exactly and yet nothing had been done to her. "This is quite interesting my dear, why does it seem that you are experiencing his pain?" Morgan asked as she walked over to Soralis.
Soralis opened her eyes. "Why should I cooperate with you?" she asked the scientist softly.
Morgan smiled and turned to Qui Gon, idly tracing her finger down his rib cage. He winced, expecting more punishment. "Consider this my dear. His lifespan corresponds directly to how long you are both useful to me."
Soralis glanced at Qui Gon. He couldn't take much more of this. She glared at Morgan, sensing fear beneath that mask of detached amusement. She could smell something else, something quite familiar. "You have no idea what you are dealing with do you?" she said, rapidly changing the subject, hoping to get the bitch's attention away from Qui Gon.
Morgan looked at her with a faint, twisted smile. "I know exactly what I am dealing with Soralis de Mordant." She waved her hand. "You are a creature of myth, something that should never have been born. A Pan-were and immortal, you stand for the innocent and the dead. You have powers that outstrip even the most accomplished of Jedi Masters. I will bring about what all the rest of the First Evil's servants have failed to do. I will turn you to darkness, or find a way to kill you."
Soralis grinned. "That? That is nothing. You deal with powers that will consume you in the end. Shao Kahn will have your soul even if you do give him what he wants."
Morgan went white with rage. How did this creature know about her dealings? The implants were designed to register Force-usage. "How do you know about this?
"Did you honestly believe I wouldn't sense Outland taint on you?" she asked dryly.
Morgan laughed. "Such a clever child. Your mind-games won't work with me," she turned to the droid. "Show her what we do to such clever children,"
Soralis pressed herself against the wall as the torture droid drifted towards her, its over-large hypodermic needle filling with a viscous looking fluid.