The Aftermath

[Kell Sangros]

=Location: Moraband =

The battle had been quite chaotic , for some reason it had clouded the perceptions of the War-Bringer that he had missed the prickling of his danger sense as a section of wall fell on top of him from behind, he had been buried alive in the carnage of the place. It should have killed him, but at the last moment he had used the Darkside to shield himself. Was it an alteration of Telekinesis he would never know, or maybe just sheer blind luck. The War-bringer laid unconscious under the rubble. Forgotten and abandoned by everyone. It was just as well as he could have been easily ended if someone had decided to check on the Sith Lord.

-dream sequence-

Warvanus awoke, and slowly stood to his feet, he did not know where he was, he was in an open barren desolate field. The Skies a dark brown much like his domain of Karza. Maybe he was home? Another thing he noticed was his armor and lightsaber were gone. As his vision cleared and sharpened he could see a foggy haze in front of him, and from it a hooded figure emerged He was faceless, featureless tall and lanky. There was silence in the air. There should have been at least some sound at least that’s what he thought. Warvanus wanted to move, he needed answers but he found he was physically unable to move.

The figure spoke “This chapter of your training is complete, you are ready to being the next stage of your training” The figure took a couple of steps closer and continued “ You will always grow in the Dark Side of the Force as long as you remain committed to your training but now you need to study war-driven societies, Learn from them take what they teach you and use it for your own. The Mandalorians, the Echani and the Yinchori are good places to begin” Warvanus still looked puzzled he had heard of the Mandalorians of course and the Echani but the Yinchori were a new one. He wasn’t sure if this was a dream or a vision or what he could not say. Though the idea presented to him was a good one. For all he knew this was all locked in his subconscious. He did not think he would ever know the source. Anger had surged through him, how dare he be held prisoner, he did not even know who they were all he knew was as his anger grew so did his mobility. No longer glued to that one spot Warvanus began to advance on the figure he said nothing but his intent was clear.

The figure picked up on his intention and knew it was due to confusion “It will all make sense” and with that the figure was gone as quick and sudden as it had appeared. How dare he be trapped here wherever here was. He needed to return to Karza though he did not know how.

-end dream sequence-

=Elsewhere=

The Magnetar had arrived at Moraband , and a shuttle brought down without incident Kinta Vetasa the chosen apprentice of the War-Bringer had felt something was off, and against his orders brought the Magnetar to Moraband, she had personally accompanied the team that went to the surface.

It was quiet in the aftermath that legitmatized the reign of Darth Blood but the team disembarked ready for anything but secretly hoping that no incident would happen or resistance for that matter. It took some time before they made their way into the palace. Upon entering the palace full of dead bodies and carnage as well as debris from structural failures. The troopers spread out while Kinta Vetasa drew on the Dark Side to try to find her Master’s presence. At first she sensed nothing, she had pressed her concentration harder and then she found it. It was faint but enough for her to beeline to the location of its source. She called the troopers who began hastily removing debris the apprentice assisted by lifting small bits with the force it was exerting for her as she was still honing her abilities. After what felt like forever they cleared the debris and sure enough Warvanus laid there, his armor dented, scratched some pieces warped, notably the mask was warped. One thing was obvious he was not conscious.

“Take him to the shuttle and advise the medical bay to be ready”

she followed them back to the shuttle and as the shuttle took off she wondered if they were too late. They brought Warvanus into the medical bay and immersed him in a bacta tank. He was alive but the encounter had landed him in a coma. From the medical staff’s best estimate he had been in this coma for awhile. Exact amount of time was uncertain they had no issues removing his armor including the mask that was the most damaged. He really was fortunate the doctors thought to himselves as they did their work on their master.
Vinta Ketasa had ordered the Magnetar back to Karza and sent a transmission to Blood’s envoy the one called Raven

“This is Kinta Vetasa , apprentice to Lord Warvanus, be advised we have recovered Lord Warvanus and enroute to the Sojourn system he is stable but in a coma” with that she sent the message she was sure that Darth Blood would have questions, especially on Warvanus’ whereabouts but it was an easy answer from her estimation he laid inching closer to death on Moraband. Now he was in his own medical bay. She had known about his memory loss while he was still called Kell. She hoped that this was not a repeat. Would her master awaken and recognize her and reward her for her loyalty to him?

Hours turned into days his body healed had been removed from the bacta and laid in a bed hooked up to monitors to watch his vitals. Which were steady, he was stable but the one monitoring brain activity slowly started to raise in activity, Warvanus was summoning his anger to destroy the figure in front of him as he had done that , the vitals started beeping more as more activity was going on. Then as sudden as it happened it stopped. Moments after it had stopped Warvanus opened his eyes. He abruptly sat up as the medical staff came rushing to attend him.

“My Lord” one said “you must remain still”

Warvanus looked around his surroundings one thing was certain he was not on Moraband anymore. He did not listen as he stood shakily on his feet

The head medical officer entered the room “My Lord be at ease you are on the Magnetar”

Being on his own ship told him he was among his own people, not the Sith but his powerbase. With this dawning he sat back down. As he rubbed the back of his head as he had a headache. The doctors examined him and found nothing physically wrong, while the staff was doing their examinations the head medical officer summoned Kinta Vetasa to the medical bay.

She had been quick to arrive and approached Warvanus she did not say a word but her features showed relief
Warvanus looked at his apprentice, he was grateful that she had sought him out , she had disobeyed him but she had cause and because of it there would be no reprimand or punishment.

“Status” he said

“We are enroute to the Sojourn system, I have appraised Lord Blood of the situation I am sure he will have many questions, ship and crew are operating at full efficiency”

He nodded, he had to appear before his Master, the question would be how would his Master react to seeing him again. One way to find out. He looked at his apprentice “When we arrive I will shuttle down to Sojourn and appear before my Master while I am gone I want you to return to Karza and prepare for my arrival”

She bowed her head “Yes Master”

With that she turned and left the bay it was not a spoken command but she had ordered a shuttle readied for him.
Warvanus rose to his feet, feeling stronger now he had changed his clothes as he wore a black jumpsuit Among his clothes laid his lightsaber. He took his weapon and clipped it to his belt.

It was a short time later that his shuttle disembarked and made its way to his complex on the Moon Sojourn.