SithLore

=Timelapse: 8 years before the birth of Warvanus=

“Kell” a woman had called out, she was fit, dark hair, smile on her face despite the grime and dirt that covered it. “Can you help me with this vaporator?, the servo control cluster is acting up again”

Kell had moving things around in the storehouse, Tatooine was an unforgiving environment. He walked to the entrance, wiping the sweat from his brow as he looked at the approaching woman. Kell smiled as Feluela came closer.

“Sure what’s wrong with it this time?” he asked already knowing the answer

“It’s not processing, think the controller board failed again” She said matter of factly.

He nodded and took a rag from his back pocket and wiped his hands clean of the dirt and sweat. “Ok” he began, “Lets go take a look” He walked with her to the speeder and hopped in, it was a short ride to the rogue Moisture vaporator. The little settlement had several and Kell was a wiz at the stubborn machines. Ever since he had come to the colony when he was a baby, his mother had died, nobody spoke about it or his father. But the family who had adopted him, was like a real family to him. It was in his first memories that he saw Feluela’s face, they had grown up together, fought like siblings and then fell in love. They began their romantic relationship only six months prior. Neither of them couldnt be more happier. They clearly felt the same for each other.

They arrived at the vaporator and Kell had no trouble popping open the control box. He did a bit of tinkering. “Just as I thought” he said “Sand’s gotten in here messing with the whole works” fortunately he had a quick fix for it. It was not long before he had it up and running again.

He smiled at Feluela announcing his victory at fixing the machine. Then as quick his smile faded. He could not explain why or how, but the urge to get back to the settlement was very strong “We should-” he began, and just as he began the sound of swoops could be heard as two bikes came to a stop. Each one carrying the driver and a passenger.

They were armed, the riders with pistols, the passengers with blaster rifles. They surrounded Kell and Feluela.

“We don’t want any trouble” Kell said

They looked at him and said nothing just then a third speeder came to a stop and a man stepped off, he was armed with a blaster but it was holstered unlike the other drivers.

“This is on our turf” the man said then adding “This is then the property of the Razor Banthas” Swoop gangs were a real problem in the unsettled areas on Tatooine.

The man then looked at Feluela and then grinned, he made a gesture and the passenger pointed their rifles at Kell as the others took Feluela, who resisted kicking and screaming.

“Keep resisting little lady and we will permanently end your boyfriend”

At the threat of Kell’s life being threatened, she stopped all resistance. They had cuffed her and put her on the back of the leader’s speeder

“Kanxo Nova sends his regards” the lead man said and from nowhere Kell was met with a blow to the back of his head. He fell and was out cold.

=Hours Later=

Kell came to with a headache, it was starting to get dark which meant it was not safe, he slowly got to his feet, he went to his speeder and was surprised to find it still worked. He started it up and then checking for the blaster he kept in it. Still there, with three power packs.

He did not have time to go back to get a raiding party put together, not if he wanted to see Feluela again. He could see imprints in the sand, it was his trail and he wasted no time in following it. For another two hours he had traveled and he could not explain how, he just knew where to go. In the slight distance was a small settlement , smaller than his own, but it was well enforced.

Kell took the blaster pistol and continued on foot. He was a good couple hundred yards. He would not sneak around, as he got closer he could see there was three of them guarding the settlement if you could call it that. The twin suns had now set but Kell could still see with ease. He did not wait to be noticed, as they were around a campfire drinking themselves into a stupor. He raised the blaster pistol, trusted in that gut feeling that had never steered him wrong, and pulled the trigger, he made quick work of the three.

The sounds of blaster fire alerted the rest of the gang. There was another six and then Kanxo Nova himself. In his make shift hut , sitting bound was Feluela, her face now adorned with bruises.

“Now you are going to get yours” she spat.

Kanxo said nothing but he backhanded her hard none the less. Her clothes were now tattered, ripped and now the newest feature to this beautiful desert flower was a bloody nose. Kanxo yelled orders outside his hut. They grabbed whatever weapons were handy some with blasters, some with blades. As four of the six made their way to the source of the disturbance.

Kell narrowed his eyes, he had a weird look to him, almost as if some kind of programming kicked in. He saw the reception party. He squeezed off a few more shots, he took two more of them out but then he went to shoot the third goon and the blaster only clicked. The pack was dead, he swapped packs, same result. He threw the blaster aside and then charged and speared the third man sending him to the ground. The Fourth one kicked Kell in the side to get him off his buddy. Kell groaned as he was forced on his back. The two now surrounded him and began to take turns kicking him in the ribs, head, anywhere their feet could connect.

It took no time before Kell was bloodied, as he was being beaten, he could hear a whisper in his head. It was not his voice .

“Through Strength I Gain Power”

Something inside Kell snapped, as the incoming blow was coming he grabbed the foot then using his own had tripped the attacker, and adrenaline now flowing through him, he had gotten up and tackled the attacker, wrestling his blade from his hand with viciousness that he never knew he had possessed. He buried the blade in the man’s neck, as he was doing this the fourth one came from behind but Kell extended a back kick which took the wind out of his last attacker and sent him on his back. Kell slowly pulled the bloodied blade out of his victim and rose to his feet, and then as if being guided he threw the blade and it landed in the last man’s chest. Kell was on him and pushed the blade deeper turning the blade as he did so, a feral growl came from him. As he made sure he ended the man’s life.

“Through Power I Gain Victory”

It was a long several minutes before he rose to his feet, taking the free blade and continued his approach, he was now in the small makeshift camp. More like he limped and hobbled. At the far end of the camp was three men. Two of them guarding the third one. Kell changed his approach and began to make his way to them.

Kanxo gestured to his guards and the two men approached the intruder, both armed with blaster pistols, One dropped dead as a blade flew through the air burying Itself in the first guard’s head. The Adrenaline had begun to flow again in Kell as he ran snatached up the blaster pistol and all but unloaded it into the second guard. As the man fell and Kell went to turn on the man himself. Kanxo had drew his blaster and shot Kell. The Blaster shot hit him in the leg, and Kell fell to the ground, He had a sadistic smile on his face as he took another shot, this one in the side. Kell screamed, but he would not be stopped. The second shot caused Kell to drop his own pistol.

His body was betraying him as he struggled to get a grip on the weapon and to raise it. For his efforts Kanxo shot the blaster from his hand. One thing at this very moment was clear to Kell. The future War-Bringer would die here as Kanxo stood over him triumphantly, taking his time to issue the killing blow.

“You are nothing” Kanxo had spat “You can’t keep your woman, you can’t even defend her” He laughed “You are a joke” As he then gloated on the unspeakable acts he had did to Feluela the kind that birthed a fire so strong in him, that he almost forgot all the pain his body was in.

He studied the embodiment of his hate. This swoop gang leader, and noticed a blade sheathed on his boot, Kell put caution in the wind as he moved with a strength that should not have been possible. He drew the blade and then stabbed Kanxo in the groin, the man howled as he grabbed the dropped blaster and Kell then with no pre-amble shot the face point blank in the face, not once. Not twice, but emptied the pack until he was a gory mess. He dropped the Blaster as once again pain threatned to take over again as he dragged his failing body towards the hut.

“Kell?” Feluela cried , she had been in the process of freeing her bonds with the edge of a broken bottle. Seeing Kell beaten, bloody and quickly making his way to Death’s door renewed her resolve and she was at his side in a moment.

She was not surprised he came for her, but the fact he came alone told her that either one he did not return home to get help and or two he did and nobody would help him. She would have put her money on the first scenario. She helped Kell up to the speeder that belonged to Kanxo that was parked behind his hut. She would drive them home.

Kell did not know how long he was laid up, he had slipped in and out of a coma at first. He did heal up and those who knew him were not surprised at his brash action, for he loved Feluela and would give his own life if it meant she lived another day. Before he had slipped into his coma, the voice again spoke to him.

“Peace is a Lie”

=6 Years Before the Birth of Warvanus, 3 Years before Memory Loss=

A lot had happened to Kell after that fateful night where he had took on a swoop gang himself. He had to admit it, part of him loved the fighting, and the battle, another part of him found it repulsive. He had taken along time to heal since that ordeal. Two years later he was physically healed but he still carried the scars of that night. Since he would often awake to dreams of the fight, and in the dreams a shadowy man would goad him, telling him he was weak, to toughen up. Other nights the dreams would just have the shadowy figure, similarly goading him, berating him for his weakness.

Since that incident he had began fighting training with one of the farmers in the settlement who was an adept in the art of Teras Kasi. Through him he had learned the very basics of the art. It was something that Kell took to instantly and over time through his training the nightmares were becoming less and less frequent. He had told Feluela about all this, she would assure him it was a dream, nothing more.

He had often been in one of the make shift garages working on a component that goes into the Moisture harvesters. He had proven quite adept at keeping these machines running. When he wasn’t doing that, he was spending time with Feluela and training in Teras Kasi. He had been planning a way to propose to Feluela, they had been in love for as long as they knew each other. Everybody in the settlement knew it was coming. He had been a valuable member of the community.

One night he had been called to a meeting with the community elders. They reported that raiders were pillaging and destroying settlements all over tatooine, the last one was not far from their current location.

“Do we actually know they are heading this way” Kell had asked

The Elder a wizened old man nodded.

“We should stay and fight” said another

“We should pack up and move” demanded another.

Soon chaos errpted through the meeting, people wanting to be heard to have their idea used. Kell did not even try to voice his opinion, but despite the chaos Kell heard a whisper it was not his own voice, it was the same voice he had heard two years prior.

“Through Strength I Gain Power, and through power I gain Victory” the voice had said this to him two years ago.

Kell mentally shook off the voice he had no idea what those statements had meant. Finally someones voice carried over all the arguing and debating

“Why don’t we do both” the man had said, at once everybody stopped.

“That might work” one said, another grunted in agreement.

After 30 minutes the elders assigned Kell, and six others to the defense of the colony and the protection for the exodus. At once the meeting dispersed and people began packing and making preperations, while Kell and the six others began planning their stand. Time had passed, and Kell had come to see Feluela off with the group.

“Be careful Kell” she told him

“I will” he said then taking one of her hands in his

“I Love you” she told him, “I love you too” Kell told her.

“I know you haven’t officially asked but I would be proud to be your wife” she said in a soft whisper , Kell could only smile brightly from ear to ear.

“I fight for you, because without you I am nothing, life has no meaning” the mere idea of losing Feluela had caused Kell’s eyes to well up.

“Be safe” he told her

“May the Force be with you” she replied softly and tenderly

With that they had began their trek. While Kell and the others made final preperations for the coming assault. Each one had a blade, a pistol and a rifle. Kell was no slouch in his marksmanship he had spent two years getting good.

When there was nothing left to do, they had all dug in and waited. Sure enough it was a good three hours before they saw signs of the raiders who rode on Dewbacks and Banthas. There were two people stationed in two of the towers that surrounded the settlement, they had taken the first shots, as two of the riders fell off their mounts dead instantly.

Some of the other riders drew their weapons and began to fire blindly at the settlement, the would be snipers each managed to pick one more rider off before they were too close. Kell had taken cover behind a wall of a building, he peeked out to squeeze a few rounds. None had hit, but the raiders took out half of the group. It was down to Kell and two others, against six of them. One of the remaining colonist was the one who showed Kell Teras Kasi which came in handy in close combat.


The Battle raged on and one of the raiders was killed but one more colonist was killed it was now just Kell and his instructor against five. They had managed to surround the two and reluctantly they had surrendered. The remaining scavengers surrounded Kell and his Sensei, they tightened the circle as if moving for the kill when with no warning two of them dropped dead. Blaster shots to the back of the head. It gave the distraction Kell needed to help take out the remaining scavengers. When the battle was all said and done he stood there out of breath when from behind the cover of a torn up wall came two members of the settlement. One he knew the other one he did not but the man was not unfamiliar to him.

“Grison” Kell called out “Is that really you?”

He stepped closer to his friend “You owe me one Sangros” with a chuckle

“Put it on my tab”

After this encounter the nightmares for Kell increased. The same armored figure appearing telling him he was weak, quoting tennants of the Sith code to him. Telling him that he was doomed. Kell did his best to ignore them, but they had began to take their toll. Only Feluela kept him grounded in his sanity, only she kept his light going when he felt it dim from the influence of the spectre of his nightmares, only Kell did not know that the armored figure in his dreams was him and what he would become. Feluela was the light that drove the nightmares away, when they were together the armored figured did not appear to him. Six months after this incident, Feluela and Kell were married.

3 Years before Warvanus joins the Sith

Six months had passed since the raid on their little settlement but like all hardships the aftermath had passed. Shortly after Kell and Feluela were married. They were gifted a small plot of land for their moisture farm and their happiness only escalated at the news of Feluela’s pregnancy. Around this time Kell had began to sleep less again, the nightmares returned, It had been three months since the last one. The voice also returned, it would speak to him, taunt him. It was not his own voice but when it was not the voice the armored figure would visit his dreams. They had turned up a notch when in one particular dream the figure removed his helmet. Nothing prepared Kell for the face he saw. It was his own. Even Feluela had a hard time to keep him grounded. Kell was determined to vanquish the nightmares, he had to be his best for when the baby was born.

“These are just dreams Kell” the wizened woman told him. “They are creations from the violent events in your life” Of course she was not just referring to the events of the last few years but the circumstances that brought him into their little community to begin with.

“Maybe you are right, what can I do?” he asked , the bags under his eyes that said he was in a losing battle.

She rustled through her drawers in her small chest much like an apothacary chest. She took some herbs out and put them Into a baggie.”Make this into a tea and drink it before you sleep” She instructed, “Just a pinch is needed”

Kell nodded and took the baggie “Thank you”

She smiled and nodded “Give my best to Feluela” she said as he left

As he walked away she watched him, she remembered when he first came to their settlement, he was a baby, his mother so full of fright and anxiety. Tragic that she was murdered shortly after arriving. She could only hope that whatever was troubling Kell he would sort it out before he himself became a father.

Kell resumed work on their small farm. As he worked he reflected on what the old woman Mags had said to him, she was one of the wisest in the whole settlement and growing up he had always admired her for how she seemed to have a solution for any problem. He had lost track of time when Feluela stood at the doorway to their home calling for Kell.

“Be Right there” he called out, not even sure how so much time had passed, he gathered his tools and went inside done with his work for the day, she had prepared a simple meal, they enjoyed each others company, and for them both this was one of their favorite times of the day together. The tea he had been instructed to drink seemed to help with the nightmares and Kell had enjoyed peaceful uninterrupted sleep. However it was short lived as the months passed they returned and stronger in potency and intensity. The voice also returned. Only this time it would not taunt him but tell him of things that could come to pass. In the end he saw himself standing at the right side of another armored figure. More and more it would rob him not only of peace of mind but sleep as well. More and more he kept it from Feluela he did not want to burden her with his walls of sanity slowly being stripped away from him.

One particularly hot day Kell and Grison were working on a moisture vaporator on Grison’s farm. They had spent days trying to repair it, as Grison could not afford purchase of a new functional one. One of Feluela’s friends came running ot the farm calling for Kell.

“You need to get home quick” she said panting hard

“What’s wrong?” he asked half stupidly

“Feluela’s gone into labor” she said as more of her breath returned.

Kell looked at Grison and he grinned “Go” he said slapping him on the shoulder and with that Kell rushed home. When he came inside Mags was there, Feluela in bed sweat covering her face. Bedsheets soaked from the pains of child labor. Kell rushed to her side as she held a still born baby boy in her arms, softly speaking to him, even though he was beyond hearing her. She was half sobbing. Kell looked at his dead son and he could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks. Kell looked up to Mags.

“I am sorry Kell, the labor was sudden and fast when he was born there was nothing I could do” He looked at Feluela and then his son He whispered to Feluela “We should name him Bardon” it was the name of Feluela’s father, a good man who Kell thought of as a adoptive father. She nodded it was something they agreed on. For a long time they were huddled together taking turns holding the blessing that never came, As Kell held his dead son the voice spoke to him.

“Did I not tell you this would happen? It is the first chain to be broken on your journey to power” the voice told him, it was not his own voice he had no idea who it was supposed to be only he knew this was not a voice of his design.

“Now you understand Kell, you will never have an heir, Your wife will never bare anymore children, only the powers I offer you can change that. Submission to the Dark is your only salvation, Kell descendant of Darth Desectivus” He squinted his eyes shut tighter as so he could try to shut out the voice. Only it was of no use, it mocked him for the attempt.

“One day they will curse you for coming here, you should have stayed with the Tri-Suns, you should be preparing for your rightful place as the vessel of your ancestor” on and on the voice would not relent. More and more it kept on goading him, mocking him, but it would also drop nuggets of what was to come cryptic as they were.

Through his gritted teeth he told the voice “No, Leave me, Leave me Damn You!” he was using all his emotional and mental strength to drive this unwanted specter from his mind.

Nobody slept that night, in the morning they had a simple funeral where they buried him and erected a stone that read “Bardon Sangros, Son to a loving Father & Mother gone way too soon” After that everything changed for the once happy couple.

Kell barely slept anymore, not because of the nightmares or the voice they both left him after Bardon’s death. Feluela was grief stricken mourning the son she would never get to raise or know. Kell would often cry half the night and the other half he would spend awake as the walls of reason were falling apart before him. He came to a decision one night. He could not remain here, Feluela wouldn't benefit from his remaining here. Grison would not understand. He had been concerned for him, as he noticed the changes that their heartbroken father had suffered. Shortly after this decision Kell would leave this note for Feluela.

“Dearest Feluela ,

I am no good to you here, I haven’t been for a long time
I have left to conquer my grief and my inner demons, I do
Not know how but I cannot involve you or the settlement in
It as I would only bring ruin. I hope you will forgive me one
Day and if I return I will spend the rest of my life proving
Myself to you. I Love you now and always…. Kell

PS- Please tell Grison I am sorry “

With that he took a few possessions and left the settlement. One thing of note, he did not leave his band behind which this fact told Feluela that he planned on returning.

=The Next Morning=

Grison had come over to the Sangros farm to find Feluela balling her eyes out. Screaming and cursing in between the hard sobs. Grison entered the home as he was concerned for his friend and his friend’s wife.

“Fel?” Grison called out “What’s wrong? Where’s Kell?” he asked.

She stood there back to him, turned around her eyes puffy and red, tears pouring down her face. Sobbing as she held the note from Kell in her hand

“He’s gone” she said bitterly “Left me, abandoned me” the sobbings resuming

Grison took the note and read it “How foolish and selfish of him” he thought to himself. The look of Feluela’s broken heart opened something in Grison, a place in his heart that felt outrage, injustice , something that he had to do something about. Hatred for Kell had entered Grison’s heart. He had a crush on Feluela for the longest time, and stepped aside when he had seen the love between her and his former best friend. For now, all he could do was comfort her and help her in any way he can…

=Elsewhere=


Kell had no particular direction in mind. The days turned to weeks, the weeks to months, and Kell had found himself in the city of Bestine, Already three months had passed and in that time he had done odd jobs, and manual labor. It did nothing to heal his broken heart or mind. One day in particular he had left the cantina after a few drinks and a job lined up for the next day, when a couple of thugs tried to rob him of what little he had. They had failed what surprised Kell was how effortlessly he had beaten them, and even killed them, and what sickened Kell was how he found he enjoyed it. The pain all of It vanished, albeit it was brief. It was this time the voice once again returned but it did not taunt him.

“Gooood, now you begin to understand, now we must get to work” it was all that was said. That night Kell had a different nightmare. This one saw Feluela in the arms of another man, not just any man but Grison, the rage Kell felt in his dream was so white hot that had he been awake he could have unleashed raw uncontrolled dark power. Instead of that it snapped him awake in a cold sweat. He knew he had to return, to confirm it was a dream, and if it wasn’t he had to take care of this. He would arrange passage back towards the settlement.

I must get back to Fel he thought to himself, I was so stupid and foolish. He had to get back, beg her forgiveness. From there he would put the pieces of his life back together. He had been walking by a building, he was not far from his destination when the building exploded. Shattering into pieces as hunks and pieces rained all around him, several had struck Kell, sending him to the ground, the last thing in his mind before he lost consciousness was his love for his wife. After he lost consciousness more pieces rained down covering Kell in debris. It was awhile before the dust settled in Bestine.

=The Mind of Kell=
(Authors Note: symbolic events, Warvanus/Kell have no rememberance of this)

Kell awoke , surrounded by pure nothingness, it was silent, still no scenery no colors it was just black void. He stood up, at least he thought he had when he did he was surrounded by two individuals one clad in armor the figure he recognized from years of torment in his dreams. The other was shrouded in a cloak he could not make the features out.

The armored figure spoke “Did you really think you were going to escape your destiny” he withdrew the helmet and tossed it aside revealing the face of none other than Kell. He stepped closer and shook his head side to side “You will never see your precious Feluela again and if you do you will not recognize her or she you”

Kell voiced an objection only no sound came out of his mouth. The armored figure laughed and with that withdrew his sword. Without word or pre-amble the figure ran his blade through Kell who tried to scream but no sound again came out. The Armored figure stood over him.

“You will die Kell you need to for the next phase of your existence” As he spoke Kell died, The figure looked at the hooded figure who then let his hood down to reveal the face of Kell. He stood and watched as the armored figure and the dead Kell vanished. Leaving only this mysterious hooded figure alone…

=Bestine Hospital=

Kell slowly opened his eyes, the bright lights were blinding, and his body hurt. It hurt bad. He did not try to move, as he was not sure if he could, or if he should. He groaned, and no sooner a nurse appeared at his side.

“Do not try to move” she said soothingly “You’ve suffered alot of injuries and some broken ribs” She checked the vitals and the bacta drip before she walked off. Only minutes had passed before the nurse returned with a Mon Calamari Doctor.

“You are lucky to be alive Kell” the Dr said

Kell angled his head towards the doctor , Kell? Who is Kell he thought to himself. I don’t know any Kell. When he tried to think of his name, it elluded him, he did not know his name or who he was or why he was here or where here was. “Who’s that?” he managed to say slow and unsure.

The doctor looked at the nurse who returned the look knowingly and then looked at their patient.

“Do you remember anything?” the Doctor asked “Anything at all?”

Kell shook his head slowly side to side “Only seeing the nurse a few minutes ago”

“I see” The doctor said as he made a note. “I believe you've suffered partial Amnesia which means you have lost memories but not the ability to walk, talk, basic life functions, when you were brought in your ID said your name is Kell Sangros, unfortunately this is all we know” Then the Doctor looked at his nurse before continuing “You’ve also been laying in a coma for a month we were not sure if you were ever going to come through”

Kell slowly injested this information, so his name was Kell Sangros,and he had been in a coma for a month. “Where am I?”

The nurse chimed in “You are in Bestine General Hospital, Bestine Township on the planet Tatooine.” The doctor continued

“You will remain in our care until you are healed, you are quite lucky to be alive, we will let you rest “ with that both the Doctor and the nurse left him to his thoughts.

=Epilogue=

That moment on, he never suffered from nightmares or was tormented by the voice ever again. What would happen afterwards was He would heal, and he would get off Tatooine by working on freighters for passage. Until he came upon a terrorist cell who declared war on the Galactic Empire where while acting as a terrorist he befrinded a pilot whom he would kill in cold blood when he decided to steal a shuttle, the same chain of events that would ultimately bring Kell to Darth Tormentous…. Grison would not see Kell again until he returned to the settlement years later, and even then it was during his slaughter of the settlement, He tried to stop him but had been left for dead. He would recover and he would then plot his revenge on his former friend. Feluela never saw Kell again until his return where he murdered her in the name of the Dark Side. Mags the wizened old woman would die of natural causes a year after Kell’s disappearance….