Unravel

[Neive Undant]

**Northern sectors, imperial Space**

Prazutis had felt his old self within himself so much lately… his transition back into the empire from his memories as a sith, and what had apparently happened with the Alliance, his memories becoming fogged, Prazutis needed a bigger change to himself then his identity only… Neive Undant’s memories and experience was still within him. It was time for Neive Undant to die.

But in order for that to happen, Prazutis knew… he would have to give himself to the dark side. Not only to rid himself of Neive’s connection to the jedi, who he now knew, after seeing the imperial policy on Jedi, that he would soon see as an enemy. But also to have the power to destroy the Alliance… the terrorists that justify their actions by “freedom and liberation.” Their attack and capture of coruscant was the prime example of their true nature… anarchy.

But to give himself to the dark side, to do the one thing he had tried to avoid all this time…? Was it right to justify such evil power by such goals? Prazutis knew not… but he knew that Neive Undant would haunt him forever if he didn’t expel him from Prazutis’ mind. So… if that’s what it took, that’s what he would do.

**Thila**

Prazutis had been guided to this planet, outside of Sith space but very close to it… why was he brought here? He could feel the resonance of the dark side from the nearby Ord Radama, along with other areas and planets held by Blood’s empire… interesting. Finally he had begin to call Blood by his true name. Perhaps this change was already beginning within Neive, he-

…

Damn.

Prazutis stepped out of his headhunter, his dark blue mandalorian armor with the imperial insignias heavily stomping with his steps, his helmet grasping onto his head and horns as he surveyed the area, wandering as he allowed the dark side to direct him…
Soon, he approached a cavern. One that he had not ever seen before, yet it called to him. Prazutis walked forward, examining the entrance before stepping into the cavern, walking forward into the darkness.

(begin force alignment app: Dark side)
(word requirement: 1,000)
(begin)

Prazutis felt the dark side… it resonated from the cavern walls, from the floor, all around him…and that power, that influence radiated into him. However, there was a block between him and the presence that surrounded him… what was it?
The remnants of a dead man’s distant memories, he thought.

He wouldn’t let Neive get in the way of him and his goals… he would destroy him.
He wanted the dark side to use him, and he wanted to forget about Neive Undant.
Just that sentence alone, and Prazutis felt a presence… something entered him. Something sinister… but he knew not what.

A twang of pain shot throughout his body, from the neck down.

Prazutis yelled in pain, falling to a knee. His nerves began to fluctuate his pain, almost a question… is this what he wanted? To throw away the Jedi, to give himself to the Dark side, only so he could slaughter his former friends? He thought as he felt the pain, as he interpreted these feelings within his own mind… but for the empire, for the security and safety of the galaxy… he would pay any price.
And with that thought, more pain shot throughout his body. The dark side was breaking him down, shattering Prazutis… so that from the ashes, a true force user could rise. A true member of the dark side… a true bringer of security to the galaxy.
Prazutis could feel such a rush of emotions… confidence, that he would have the power to bring down the Alliance, the Sith… and perhaps the Jedi as well. He also felt fear… what would happen to him? How much pain would he have to endure? How bad will his injuries be? Something else, anger… the dark side did not see him as fit to be a conduit for its purposes. He wasn’t good enough… that generated anxiety. Was he truly not worthy? Was he not strong enough for the dark side? Would it see him as but a foolish youngling as he was when he joined the Sith all that time ago? Would it truly cast him aside like that?
No… No, Prazutis said. He wouldn’t let his emotions control him. That was not the path to the dark side, it was the path to oblivion, to his certain demise.
However, he had to come to terms with what the dark side of the force now wanted from him, what he needed to do. Is it a show of loyalty, of strength? Was it to only endure this suffering inflicted upon him currently? Or was it to overcome… to evolve, to thrive under the agony and torment currently covering his body?
Slowly, Prazutis rose to his feet, using everything in him to stand on his own strength. He was worthy, he thought. He was worthy of carrying out the dark side’s will. He was good enough… he was strong enough for anything he needed to do.
However, with one fell swoop, one wave of pain, he fell back to a kneeling as the pain intensified. The sounds of sparks, of thunderous electricity shooting in and around him… what was going on, he thought? Never had he imagined that such pain would be a part of this process. Certain areas of his body felt waves of torturous pain burn his skin. He could feel the armor almost melding with him, his arms and legs welding to the interior of the armor… what was going on? He couldn’t feel his limbs… his body began to go numb… but he couldn’t fall. He wouldn’t let himself fall into the void like others had… he had to overcome.
Once again, Prazutis stood, slowly pushing himself to his feet. He couldn’t let the force win… he wouldn’t let it win. He had to prove himself…
And with that last thought, Prazutis fell, his vision blurring before he saw nothing but darkness.


As Prazutis opened his eyes, his feeling had returned in his body… yet he felt heavy. His muscles were sore, his immersion in the dark side had taken its toll on his body and mind… he wasn’t like before. Something had definitely changed within him…
As Prazutis tried to stand, he could feel the armor around him gripping his skin, the melding of him to the armor completed... A pain still ran through his body, an electric shock that ran throughout his whole body. However, physically he saw no difference in the armor. However, until he saw his skin underneath, he could not be sure.
He pulled the forearm and glove off of his right hand, looking it over. His skin had been unharmed, for the most part.
Just as he thought this, however, the felt the electric shock go into his arm. Was this some sort of sacrifice? What was happening to him?
As he grabbed his upper arm, grunting in pain, he watched the scars begin to build on his arm.
However, thinking about what had happened, Prazutis came to a realization. The Sith of old had been deformed, scarred by their use and intake of power the dark side left within them.

This wasn’t a purposeful act, Prazutis thought… he heard about the immense power that the dark side held… all this time, he thought. He wasn’t being tested, he wasn’t being cast aside… he was being empowered. Truly, he was strong enough. The dark side had deemed him worthy, and the pain was but his own body, unable to handle the indefinite power of the dark side.
Prazutis smiled under his helmet before putting his arms out. The pain shot up to his head, and although he couldn’t see it, he was becoming deformed. His yellow skin faded to a bright shade of white, his black skin going slightly grey. His body had been degraded, morphed by the destructive power of the dark side… now so too was his mind.
He wanted the power… it was what he wanted, what he needed. He needed to destroy the Jedi, the sith, the Alliance, the Jedi, the Alliance, the Sith… all of them. He needed to destroy them all. Slaughter their leaders, burn their capital buildings, decimate their ranks, wipe out their armies… and bring holocaust to anyone who opposed him. A great flame would rise over the galaxy, Prazutis thought to himself. And he would be the one to ignite it, and to fuel it… he would cleanse the galaxy of extremists, cults, terrorists… not only the main factions. The pirates, the plague of the galaxy. The vile hurts, and the isolationist mandalorians… they all wanted nothing but power. They cared not who was cast aside to obtain it. They needed to be the ones who were wiped out… they needed to die, all of them. And Prazutis would be the one they cursed as they breathed their last. He would wage war on the galaxy, and he would bring victory, glory and justice to the empress’ name like nobody had before. He wouldn’t stop with just one victory… he would chase them all down. He would wipe every piece of scum and evil off of the face of the galaxy… he would bring the Alliance and the Sith to their pitiful knees… and from there, he would destroy all who opposed the empire.
and with these thoughts, his immersion into the dark side was completed.

(end force alignment change: Dark side)
(word requirement: 1,000)
(words: 1,230)

However, this did not come without a cost.

Prazutis looked down at his arm... it was not being melded to the armor as the rest of his body below the neck had been. His arm was scarred, and soon... it began to deteriorate.
"No... no, no, no!" He held his upper arm, leaving the pieces of mandalorian armor behind as he walked out of the cavern, back to his ship. He quickly plugged in the coordinates for Utopia... and as he began to lose feeling in his right arm, he used his left to make his way into the atmosphere.

**Utopia**
*Location Unknown*

Prazutis' headhunter came out of hyperspace a while later, drifting towards the huge place he had been only once before.

"This is admiral nemin lanthium. Please state the imperial authorization codes for this sector and state your business."

Prazutis growled at the attitude of the man on the comm, but kept his composure.
"This is Prazutis, coming in to dock for medical treatment... severe wounds, needing immediate medical care. Authorization code 11-28- 42."

after a moment, he heard the response.
"Our TIE fighters will escort you into the nearest port for emergency medical treatment." Prazutis activated the auto-pilot to follow the TIE fighters, again grabbing his decayed limb... although it had not had any smaller apphendage fall off, he was still completely numb in the arm and could feel something eating away at his elbow joint... this was not looking good.

[Rhoden Carbine]

Rhoden had monitored Neive's--Prazutis's--movements, nothing to worry about, but he did have something to discuss with the young Zabrak. He got a call that Prazutis would be in the medical bay for... severe wounds. His face contorted into a cold but silent snarl. He walked swiftly through the halls of Utopia his robes billowing around him, he met no one on his way there--but that was probably for the best He walked in and gestured to man.

"How came you by these injuries?" he inquired, folding his hands to keep from curling them into claws. He took a deep breath and he felt a calm flow into him, though his eyes still glittered with malevolence beneath his hood.


Jorvan walked into the medical bay, he wore his armor unlike Rhoden, who wore his Shadowguard robes. He did not have his helmet on at the moment and his lips tightened at the sight of Rhoden. Doctor Mayers glanced at Rhoden and then at Jorvan remembering, perhaps, their conversation some time ago. The man proceeded treating Neive--or apparently Prazutis now--without comment.

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis kept his eyes down, thinking as he looked at the arm.
“It’s... a long story. But my limb was a... sacrifice of sorts.” Prazutis sighed as the limb was slowly deteriorating. It seemed it would have to be amputated...

A young officer walked down the hallway, carrying a small case. Behind him, another older officer held a data pad. As they approached the room, the one in the back spoke up. “Is Prazutis in the room?”

He chuckled... seemed like his file’s name change was permanent in the imperial records. At least he had that going for him.

As the two slowly entered, the younger one sat the case down on a table beside Prazutis, while the older one read from the data pad.
“Package for Prazutis. The note attached to the case reads, ‘A gift... as a welcome back home.’ Excuse us.” With that, the two took their leave.
Strange, Prazutis thought. Two officers running mail errands... he wondered what the case contained, yet for the moment, he couldn’t open it himself. “Hm... welcome back home, eh?” He knew not who it was from... but knew it couldn’t be a good thing.

[Rhoden Carbine]

"A sacrifice." Rhoden sneered. "I hope whatever you gained was worth the cost." he said, his face and voice becoming neutral again, the anger simmering beneath. Another breath. More calm. Two officers walked in and set a box down. Rhoden's eyes narrowed. Obviously it had made it through the screening process, but who would have something to give to Prazutis, and what would that something be?

"Most interesting, Prazutis." he said. "What is it?" he asked, sitting down and surveying the small Zabrak from behind steepled fingers.

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis looked over the box as the upper part of his arm was deadened and the process of amputation began. “For what I obtained... this was most definitely worth it.” He sighed, staring at the box for a moment before grabbing the top, setting it on its side and slowly opening it with his good hand. A cybernetic limb was set on the table to replace his own.
“Hm... a piece of armor.”
It was dark blue, with streaks of white going down the arm and back of the hand and fingers... Prazutis thought for a moment as he moved his gloved finger over the white streaks. “Is this... cortosis?” He was examining the gauntlet closely. “Seems like it... and normal steel for the rest... seems someone really enjoyed me returning after that mission against the Alliance...” he was almost entranced by the glove and forearm armor piece as his cybernetic limb was attached, the sensors calibrating with his nervous system.

[Rhoden Carbine]

Rhoden's eyes settled on the armor and he fought the impulse to reach out for it. "It is indeed." he said as the Zabrak queried to its composition. Rhoden had seen the material before, it had been used in several select Shadowguard tools--though they were rather ancient and remained by and large within museums and mausoleums.

"I don't suppose you know who sent it?" he asked, leaning forward. He lifted a hand and stroked the cold metal gently. "A fine piece of armor." he said, his voice soft and quiet. It wasn't beautifully and intricately designed, but it was obvious particular thought and care had been put into the armor's design.

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis thought to himself, observing the gauntlet as Rhoden gently let his own fingers trail it. Only one person came to Praztuis’ Mind...
“Well... I would only have one guess... but it would be insane to think it was even possible that he sent it to me...”
Prazutis thought for a moment. “I’ve heard of the dark side of the force taking control of weaker force users...” He soon waved the thought away.
“Bah, it’s crazy thoughts.” He looked at the cybernetic limb again, observing the joints in the hand, wrist and fingers as they were each tested, before he began slowly using them on his own. He thought to himself before lifting his right arm, full mobility coming to him slow, but Over the next few days, he should find it. He slowly took the gauntlet, sliding it over the robotic limb... a perfect fit.

[Rhoden Carbine]

Rhoden arched an eyebrow "Perhaps we should look into this, then." he said, "Mysteries don't sit well with me. Particularly when the mystery involves strange packages arriving at my house." he watched as Prazutis tested his new arm. "If that arm does not perform well enough do have it replaced." he said. It wouldn't do at all for the man to die because of a limb he'd lost doing... whatever it was he'd done...

Rhoden paused briefly, "Hmm. Perhaps it is time to introduce you to Ms. Norith." he said thoughtfully. Prazutis was, after all, considerably more experienced with the Force than himself or the young woman he had taken in. "She is aspiring in the Force and she could admittedly use someone with... experience... in such matters." he said, glossing over Desade's interesting relationship. She had not left her quarters that Rhoden knew of in a few days now, but that did not disturb him. Much.

"For that matter I could use some help with the Force." he admitted, "I'd call my... someone I know... but I don't want him meddling."

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis listened to Rhoden’s words as he bent his fingers each with the gauntlet equipped, turning his wrist and arm to look over the functionality. “Seems like it’ll do the trick... though i may have to learn about maintenance to ensure that it works as well as possible.” Prazutis nodded at the thought before rhoden continued.
“Hm... training other force users. I may not be able to help with everything, but I’ll do what I can... for the both of you.” Prazutis stood, looking over the arm once more before nodding, content with the replaced apphendage. “Hmm... how many others like me... and apparently you as well... are here?” Prazutis was interested, now that the topic arose.

[Rhoden Carbine]

"Just one." he said, "At the moment." he paused, "She's... an interesting character." he stared off briefly but shook his head, "I don't think she'll be around to... ah... meet you today." he wet his lips before he continued. "There might well be others, but none that I am aware of." he shrugged.

He stood up, "With any luck Captain Vassyl will be around at some point to deal with finding you a more official job." he smiled, "Until then, the holodecks are a most fulfilling exercise." he clapped his hands together. "Test out your new arm--perhaps a program I've complied." it was a test, one he hoped the Zabrak would accept--at some point, at least. The program had originally been compiled for Mora's training and was highly complex. It was the only program both he and Jorvan had lost to in a long time.