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OE Rian Aslar
Consul of Taldryan
#10701

It was the darkest that he had ever seen. Even his Umbaran sight could not penetrate the darkness. It seemed as a void, where there could be nothing. Reaching out with the Force, he searched for anything that was within his sphere, there was nothing, not the complete absence of anything, just nothing. As though he was not able to touch the Force at all.
Suddenly, in front of him, he thought he saw a light, a small sparkle of what he could only imagine as being a star in some far off galaxy. Within moments it had steadily grown to the size of a star as seen at the edge of its star system. It had also steadily grown in brightness and now seemed twice as bright as any normal sun, causing him to squint as it started to hurt his light sensitive eyes. The next thing he knew the bright light accelerated towards and the brightness was that of a thousand suns, causing him to close his eyes for fear of leaving him blind.
His eyes still shut in slight fear of the brightness, he suddenly felt that there was a different set of clothes on him and he could instantly hear and feel the bustle of people around him. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was standing in an overwatch tower at an Umbaran Training Facility. He was standing in front of a viewport looking out a one of the facilities training grounds, this one in particular was the martial arts training facility. Behind him he knew there would be a multitude of ‘graders’, that would be monitoring potential Special Operations candidates and for those that showed promise in leadership capacities.
“Commander.” he heard someone say behind him. Turning only his head to his left in a silent acknowledgement that they should continue. “Sir, what do you think of this batch of recruits?” Coming up alongside of him was, who he immediately recognized as the Commander of Training, Captain Uhrah. Confusion swept over him as he remembered an old training instructor, though he himself had never made it far within the Umbaran military. Turning his attention back to the recruits below, he saw the beginning of a sparring match between two recruits. As the instructor started the match and backed away, both combatants dropped into fighting stances. When one took a step towards his opponent , he froze. The other opponent hadn’t moved from his stance and it looked as though the first had stopped in fear. The first shook his head to clear it and continued his approach.
It was at that point that he realized he knew this moment in time. Particularly this fight, he knew that he was the second combatant and that he had used the Force to instill fear in his opponent, showing him what he was going to do to him. He also knew that the fight would end badly of his opponent as he would receive several broken ribs as a result of the fight. He also knew that this was the moment that he would learn that he enjoyed causing pain, especially when he was able to gain some knowledge from it. It was the at the end of his reminiscing that he heard the all familiar scream for a medic that the fight was over and his younger self was walking off the platform. Knowing the events that were to follow, he decided to probe deeper into his superiors about their thoughts on him.
“What just happened there, and who is that recruit?” he asked the Captain, pointing to the platform and turning towards him. When he did so, he was able to get a peripheral view of the rest of the over watch tower. All he saw was several rows of chairs behind him with data consoles behind that where the Watchers would read over reports and data on various recruits and troopers of the Umbaran military. Having heard the inquiry, a Lieutenant brought the Captain a datapad with his name on the screen, and instead of snatching it out of his hands, he turned back towards the viewport to continue watching the events while the Captain started to read off information about himself.
“That is recruit Armad. An intellectual from a 65th level family. It says here that they were at the 74th level until they tried to take down their former boss, and he had them demoted to the 64th level and offered them a job as corporate security. It also says that his parents were killed by the same assassin that killed their boss, and that security holos of the event show that he was the one who orchestrated the whole thing, watched as the assassin shot the boss, saved his parents from getting shot, killed the assassin, then tortured his parents before killing them. As a result he was now in complete control of the company, turned it over to a VP, while he continued his education. Joined the military, with the intent of gaining more knowledge before going on to further academic studies. There are a couple of notations here that say that he has some anger issues and several unexplained incidents that he was present for.” the Captain finished reading the report and looked up at the Commander, “He is a problems recruit that just happens to show leadership potential as he is able to get others to accomplish some of the goals that training has thrown at them.”
Armad smiles slightly to himself, that is pretty much exactly what he thought. He knew that there were those unexplained incidents that were never solved. He also knew that the Commander liked to do random barracks walkthroughs himself to make sure that everything was as it was supposed to be. “Interesting, we will have to keep an extra eye on him then, see if we can’t smooth out those edges and deal with that anger problem of his.” He turned to look at the Captain, who gave a nod and gave the datapad back to the Lieutenant, who started to make notes on it, presumably about him. “I feel like inspecting the barracks Captain,” Armad said.
“Yes, Sir. The Lieutenant here will escort you there, I regret that I will need remain to oversee training,” the Captain had stated. “Of course, Captain,” Armad nodded to the Captain, “Lieutenant, if you are ready?” he said as he turned towards the Lieutenant. The Lieutenant nodded and followed the Commander to the door.
Along the way to the barracks he managed to swipe a piece of flimsiplast and a writing utensil. When he got to his barracks, as he was slowly walking through, he wrote two words on the flimsi, Phanius and Ruin. As he was nearing where his bunk was located at in the barracks, he dropped the flimsi when the Lieutenant was looking elsewhere, caught it with the Force and floated it to his bunk and and slide it under his pillow for him to find later tonight. He knew that this day in his past was when he found that note with those two words on it that started him on his path to the Dark Side, which inevitably led him to the Dark Jedi Brotherhood.
As they left the barracks, that bright light flew at him, blinding him for a brief moment before he managed to close his eyes. The next moment, he felt the familiar feel of his robes and the presence of fellow Dark Jedi and his Master. Still holding the book that he had been looking at, he pondered what had just happened, a Force Vision perhaps. A memory. He needed to meditate and think on this soon.

DJK Lucyeth
#13700

My name is Marduss. The day before I had an accident in 37 ABY, and now I've woken up in 17 ABY. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever's happened, its like I've landed of a different planet. Now, maybe if I can figure things out, I can go home.

But that's just the thing, I am home, I'm on Mandalore. I'm at the place of my birth, Keldabe, the center of all Mandalorian culture. How can this be Keldabe, it was decimated by the Yuzzhan Vong years ago?
Unless....
"Hey, you" I call to a nearby human child, "What's this places name and what's the date?". Annoyed that I don't know my surroundings, as any Mandalorian would be, he replies, "Keldabe, Mandalore, if you can't figure that out. And its 17 ABY, month 5, day 30." I've asked five other people, and I still can't believe it. But, if this is 17 ABY, then this was when I was born, which means.....I can find the answers to my past. I can, for the first time, find my true parents. Where had they left me? What time did they leave me? It was early sunrise, by the memorial of Mandalore the First. That is where my infant-self is, and there is where my mother and father will be.

It is early morning on Mandalore, and it will be many hours before the sun rises. But how did I get here? The last thing I remember was taking command of the frigate Thorn, after its commanding officer had been killed on a lower deck. I was charged with eliminating an opposing faction on a large asteroid 6 parsecs from the Anchorage, headquarters of Clan Plagueis, but they were better armed than anticipated. But how was I on Mandalore? I could not have possibly drifted that far. And more importantly, how am I in Keldabe? The city was decimated not long after my birth, there shouldn’t be any one here.

But the more I think about it, the less I care. I have a chance to find answers about who I am and where I come from, and I will not waste it.

When Tarkahn found me, he claimed to have heard an infant wailing in the night, disturbing the lighting around the memorial of Mandalore the First. He claimed I could “Scream and lights would shutter and flicker this way and that, as if an intense earthquake was rattling the panet.” That is where I will wait, that is the only place I could have been left.

Hours have passed, but I have seen nothing but people and aliens walk this way and that. It’s as if they've made a curtain of lives fluttering in the wind, stopping me of seeing where mine began. There goes a bounty hunter, with some form of life. There are some children practicing Duron, preparing to be warriors in the times to come. And now it is almost night fall, and the thinning crowd is going home. I knew it wasn’t really 17 ABY. Of course this could be Mandalore, and of course it could be a rebuilt Keldabe, and the calendar could be an entirely new one, or is just reset to a different time. Or so I thought, until I saw them.

They were two individuals, wrapped in dark cloaks and, from what I could tell, armor not unlike that of a Mandalorean. The shorter one had something in their hands, a small bundle that writhed and flung its limbs violently, as if enraged and unsettled. As I watched, they placed it at the foot of the memorial, and it began to cry, wail as a matter of fact. For all I had seen in the galaxy, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing now, it was……

Me.

But not just me, another. There was another bundle, another child. One was me, the other could only be a sibling. But I had never had a brother or a sister. Tarkahn found me alone, he didn’t find anyone else with me and didn’t find anyone who called themselves my parents. And as I stood there, gapping at what would have been my family, I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed by choice: I could go and retrieve my brother or sister, or I could discover who my parents were.

Then, I couldn’t move. My cloaked, would be parents, disappeared. And then minutes became hours, I watched as two infants screamed and thrashed about their limbs in furry and desperation.
Someone approached the two infants in a brown robe.
“My lord”, a voice sounded in my head.
The brown cloaked one approached the two, and looked at them both. He found that one of them, my sibling, was appealing. While the other, myself, was disturbing. He picked up my only family member and pulled something from his belt. It could only be one thing, a lightsaber.
“My Lord, we need you.”
He didn’t ignite it, but stood there for a time, considering. Then, he replaced the hilt on his belt and moved off. Time sped up again, even faster this time. I cried and screamed for hours waiting, wanting to leave. Then a Taung showed himself. From his beaming face, he appeared to like what he saw. He took the infant me and left the statue to his ship, where my life began.
“My Lord!”, this time I didn’t ignore it.
I was in the med bay of the Frigate, and the Ravager First of the platoon on board the Frigate was begging me back to life. The battle had gone well, but the bridge had sustained damage, and I had not been getting enough air into my lungs. While my unconscious state would have simply been dismissed as a dream by many, I knew the force was telling me something, something horrifying, and twisted in its entirety.

My sibling was taken by a Jedi, meaning he or she was now a Jedi, and was now a mortal enemy.