A Permanent Lesson

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A Permanent Lesson

Post by Doren Vassyl » Mon Dec 17, 2018 10:53 pm

***Prakith System, Deep Core, Grid Coordinates K-10***

***Citadel Inquisitorius***


High Inquisitor Caesar marched with purpose towards the blastdoor that led out onto the military complex' lone landing platform. Struggling to keep pace beside him, a lone naval official had only recently finished communicating the veteran warrior's agenda to the rest of the facility, which was acutely anxious for High Inquisitor Grendam's return. Tiphen had sent a holovid ahead explaining the nature of Prazutis' wayward mission, as well as the mixed outcome of his confrontation with an unforeseen Jedi interloper. A good sum of time would be necessary to properly quarantine and interrogate Brutus' masked associate, but for now, medical treatment was the foremost priority. If he expired mid-transit, there was little to be done: however, if he persisted and reached the Citadel, all would be well.

Flanking Brutus and his unwitting assistant were two of robed combat droids unique to the Inquisitorius project. Modeled after the old Imperial sentinels by the Grand Inquisitor herself, the automatons were a force to be reckoned with all on their own, and were certain to dissuade any misguided intruders. Even at that moment, their lidless photoreceptors buzzed with a unflinching crimson fire, a display that only continued to undermine the Lieutenant's wavering nerves. Nonetheless, whatever stamina he possessed after receiving Brutus' dictation, the commissioned officer would endeavor to stand firm until the matter had been laid to rest. It had not been easy to acquire a posting at a site like this, and the young Imperial wasn't about to bungle their golden opportunity.
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"Because he's a fanatic?"
"A fanatic with a conscience"

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Post by Neive Undant » Tue Dec 18, 2018 6:22 am

“I’m... fine.”
Prazutis had always been a stubborn one. From his days under Tormentous, to his battles with Inferno, to now in his days in the inquisitorial ranks. Although his was bruised and battered, most likely with a few bones snapping from the fall he had endured, Prazutis refused the treatment offered. The way he saw it, he was weak. He wasn’t strong enough to defeat the Jedi. That was his own undoing, and as such, this pain was well deserved on his part.
He didn’t fight the examinations but voiced protest over removing his body from the armor. Ever since his skin had melded to the armor, he had never been able to remove it himself. Removing it now would cause more damage than good for him, he thought. So, grabbing his helmet and donning it again, he sat with his head low as the ship returned to the citadel, droids examining him for internal bleeding and broken bones as they approached. How shameful, he thought... how humiliating, he thought...
And those thoughts would forever push him to become more powerful, and someday be the undoing of that Verpine that had defeated him.
Prazutis felt the ship leave hyperspace, closing his eyes as the droids around him continued their check. 2 fractured ribs, bruised muscles, a fractured left humerus, and a missing arm, though that was obvious and already mitigated as much as it could be.
“I don’t care what happened to me. I’ll. Be. Fine.”
He didn’t face the high inquisitor through the flight. He wasn’t sure what the Empire would think about the holocron, but he knew most likely they wouldn’t allow him to go through with what he needed. But at least for him, it would be something that would change everything. No more Imperial resources wasted to feed him, to stay hydrated, no more bodily limitations... he could become as powerful as the Empire needed him to be. No less... and no more.
But, before that could ever happen, he had to put the Imperial policy first. They most likely wouldn’t know much if anything about this relic, and would probably want to figure out Prazutis’ motives and such before anything. They would see him as a loose cannon... but if given a chance, he knew the end would justify the means. But, the Inquisitorious may not think the same way.
As the ship sat down, Prazutis slowly stood, fighting off the pain within him as he had always done. This day, he refused to be treated like a prisoner. He was no hero to the Empire... but he was also no traitor.
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Re: A Permanent Lesson

Post by Zuno Drallac » Tue Jan 15, 2019 10:21 pm

~Thump thump thump~

A pounding vibration echoed through the Force to a rhythm that High Inquisitor Grendam could only compare to a heart beat. He stood, his head aching from the reverberations, watching Prazutis through a one way mirror. The younger inquisitors equipment lay across a table next to Grendam, all but his armor which apparently was seared to the Zabraks flesh. He’d demanded the medical team cut it from him and provide the necessary medical assistance but Prazutis had pushed them off for the duration of the trip. While Grendam would usually get involved personally his mind was to distracted by the dark side aura that he believed was causing the thumping.

By this point he’d found the object in question, a small holocron device, clearly made using Sith sorcery. Grendam had little knowledge on how to handle Sith artifacts, that was more up High Inquisitor Caeser alley. He took a deep soothing breath to try and focus past the beating in the Force.

“Sir, we have exited hyperspace and a shuttle is ready to take you down to the Citadel.” A voice from behind him broke into his thoughts.

Turning to face the Imperial officer Grendam gave him a nod of recognition. “Have Inquisitor Prazutis escorted to the shuttle, I will join you momentarily.”

The officer saluted, turned, and marched off to retrieve Praz from the adjacent room. Grendam returned his focus to the gear laid out on the table and began to place it all in a small container. The last thing he reached for was the holocron and as his fingered touched it his vision went black and an unfamiliar voice rang through his mind.

“Consume.”

A white and red mask flashed in Grendam’s vision breaking the momentary blindness. The High Inquisitor’s hand retreated from the device as he regained his composure. His body had gone cold from the momentary contact and the vibrations in the Force had become more intense.

“What in the Empress’s name did you bring back with you Prazutis,” he muttered to himself. Grendam retrieved a secondary container and with the aid of the Force lifted the holocron and placed it safely inside. He took both containers and made his way down to the shuttle bay.

~thump thump thump~

The same officer from before stood at attention waiting for the High Inquisitor and as he approached the officer stepped forward.

“Sir, do you assistance?” He asked motioning towards the two container units Grendam held, clearly seeing exhaustion in the Inquisitors eyes.

Grendam passed the unit that held Praz’s basic gear to the officer but continued to hold the one containing the holocron. “No one touches this one except myself and the other Inquisitors.

“Yes sir,” the officer replied as he took the container offered to him.

High Inquisitor Grendam marched into the Lambda shuttle and entered into the main hold. His eyes fell directly on Inquisitor Prazutis, who was flanked by two Stormtroopers. Without a single word he sat directly across from his horned colleague. A moment later the ship launched out of the bay and down toward the citadel where Prazutis would have a lot to explain.

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Post by Doren Vassyl » Sun Jan 20, 2019 8:00 pm

"I said file GY-7789!", High Inquisitor Yprene screeched at a flustered databank technician. The victimized officer nearly lost his footing as a stack of holobooks were shoved into their midsection courtesy of the Force. Indeed, it was a minor miracle that the inexperienced youth didn't drop all three volumes outright. At last, they recomposed themselves, and presented a pained salute before scuttling off to amend their earlier mistake. With a sigh, the High Inquisitor rolled her eyes, and set about to complete the task herself. One just couldn't find good help these days. Whilst Brutus handled the security detail for the errant Prazutis, Sefla had been hard at work compiling information in regards to Tiphen's brief report.

While the Oversight Board had been keen to apply censors to the Emperor's original Dark Side texts, a plethora of other manuscripts and manuals were at the Inquisitors' fingertips, having been collecting from every conceivable nook and cranny across the Galaxy. At that moment, the elder matriarch of the Yprene Household was busily searching for files detailing the original archaeological digs on Yavin 4, in hopes of finding some frame of reference to the enigmatic creator of the newly-rediscovered holocron. Prior to her library-dive, Sefla had gone ahead and informed the office of program advancement and special projects of the startling development, with that hopes that a liaison could be present for the upcoming talks. Surely, it was an occasion one particular Line Captain wouldn't dare miss.
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"Because he's a fanatic?"
"A fanatic with a conscience"

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Post by Neive Undant » Sun Jan 20, 2019 10:13 pm

Prazutis said nothing as he walked, holding back his pace for the stormtroopers with him. He wasn’t binded or shackled, but even so, he still felt as if they saw him more as a prisoner than a member of their own ranks. It irritated him more than anything, to be seen as a threat when his only motive was to help the people who now seemed... not cautious, as one would think... but in a sense, fearful. This fear was something he expected would come with the things he did, but he had forgotten what most did when they see something they feared.

They either try to control it... or get rid of it.

But, seeing as he was being taken to the citadel, the latter wasn’t currently on his mind. For the moment, he thought as he sat across from another inquisitor, the same man who had pulled him from Cato Neimoida, he said nothing, letting himself roam in his thoughts.

“You...”

Prazutis looked up at Grendam a moment, seeing he had said nothing.

“You hunger... as I do.”

Prazutis looked down a moment. He must have the holocron, Prazutis Thought. And from the strained attempts at basic, Prazutis understood... while he couldn’t reply to the ancient voice, he could still listen.

“[Your hunger grows, yet you are able to keep it in check. Such is impressive... but to obtain the power you need, your physical body must be... disposed of. It holds you back.]”

The voice spoke in Sith, Prazutis only able to pick up bits and pieces, not sure what he was fully trying to convey. But he knew what he needed to do, nonetheless... but first, he needed the Empire to support his mission.

As he shuttle approached the citadel, Prazutis kept calm and made sure not to move in any way suspicious. He had nothing to fight for but the Empire... but he needed to show them that before they would believe anything he said.
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