Date: Monday, June 10, 2002 11:01 PM The laboratory was darkened, illuminated from the lit outer walls. Inside on a flat plas-steel table lay the cloaked figure of General Darana Cairnfell, formerly known as the leader of her own household. She lay there still, her only motion the shallow rising and fall of her chest. Another figure hooded in black draws closer to her and he begins to inspect his prey. "Hmmmmm…." drawing forth a black gloved hand, he begins to pass it up and down her body. He reaches out with the Force. Probing, sensing each area to find each of her hidden weapons, traps and tools. "You have grown powerful. Too powerful. And even though the greatest of trees are strong and offer protection to those around it. It is never too strong to be toppled." The dark stranger pauses as his hand comes over Darana's pouch at her belt. He opens it. He discovers a small blue stone and examines it closely. A deep chuckle emanates under the dark hood. "Oh for shame my dread lady. Your power, your life all wrapped up in one of these. A focus stone. These pretty gems are for the weak, not the mighty. No, not for you. It is no wonder you build yourself a household of loyal allies to protect you and your evil little plans. "Now who do you have all tied up in this stone? Your student's perhaps? Or maybe a lover?" Holding it tighter, squeezing it, probing deeper… "hhmmm… Deveron. Your ex-husband?! How endearing!" he says mocking the unconscious form before him. Darana flinches and her body visibly tightens up, her legs drawing up toward her chest as he squeezes harder tormenting his subject. Looking back up to Darana's face, the dark hooded figure gently brushes a few wisps of hair from Darana's face. Then draws back his hood to see her more clearly. "I hold no malice to you my friend. You played a good gambit but I believe you may have made a tragic error. You did not plan for the day when the Emperor found your household rivaled the power of the Emperor himself. So he sends you off to die and I must play my own role in your destruction. And so dutifully you march off, ready to waste your life on a damn fool crusade. It would be admirable Darana, if it weren't so PATHETIC!" Squeezing the stone tighter, Darana is obviously pained. "I SHOULD DESTROY THIS STONE AND YOU WITH IT." As he leans closer, one can see the smooth skin of the tormentor. Once thought long dead, or lost it the Dark Lord Wynn Barezz. Wynn turns, and smiles. "No Darana. I see the wisdom in Palpatine's mission. If I were to kill you, your allies would rise up and seek revenge either against me or the Emperor. You've trained them well. They may actually succeed in striking down Palpatine. But your loyalty is also your weakness. Let you go and die in the field and no one will have a reason for revenge. I am going to obey my Emperor as well. Let us see his plan in action. Perhaps one day I will be able to aid you. You were competent and I hate to see good resources wasted. If you happen to survive your suicide mission then perhaps we will be allies again, one day. If not, then I'll say my farewells now." Softly Wynn places the stone Darana's hand and her body relaxes once more. With a button, automated restraints hold down her wrists, ankles and abdomen. "This will only hurt for a moment," he whispers in her ear. Slowly he lowers his hands to either side of her head and he begins to concentrate. Visibly the room darkens. Energy begins to concentrate at his fingertips and they begin to glow with the power of the darkside. Suddenly cold white energy erupts from his fingertips to her temples drawing forth her stored power, knowledge and memory. Wynn is lost in her memories and thoughts. He sees each person who has sworn loyalty to Darana and can feel each link. Rook, Eric, Silver, Avon, and Sidra Roamstar are but a few of those he can see clearly. Over and over he reaches out and travels through Darana's mind. Though it would be easy to destroy her in this state, that is not his present task. Isolate her, humble her, cripple her but do not destroy her. This will take longer to preserve what is valued. One by one he can sense each of the invisible cords that links Darana to her minions. In her mind he reaches out and slices each bond and tearing it out from the synapses of her mind. Never again will she link to these individuals. Over and over it happens until it comes to those she cares about most. Those are the deepest bonds. The strongest bonds. Those are the hardest to destroy. Twice Wynn stops as he feels Darana physically weaken. Once he felt her heart fail for a moment. In the midst of the psychic surgery, Wynn feels a tremor in the force. Someone reaching out trying to contact their master. "Darana….can you hear me. Are you alive? Where are you? It's me Lilith" Wynn feels the concern, the worry and even a twinge of fear. He summons the force and the call is met only with a cold hard barrier of darkness. Changing his mind he suddenly lets the call contact Darana as he severs the link fully and permanently. That will deliver the message to her darling apprentice Lilith. Neither a sensation of living nor death, her household will no longer feel Darana's existence at all. As Wynn removes his hands away from Darana he smiles. "My mission is nearly accomplished. Your mission is only beginning. I will, however, help you even as I send you on to your death." He turns and takes a medical instrument from the table on the edge of the room. Placing it next to his neck he pulls the trigger of the pistol shaped device. A quiet "ppfffttt" is heard as the blood from Wynn Barezz is taken by this genetic sampler. He brings it over to a small holding cage filled with a single lifeform, the size of his hand. It is an insect. A large purple-grey chiton covered bug called a Droch. A rare beast currently found only one the planet of Nam Chorios. The Droch are usually much smaller insects that live on a planet where the force is very strong, and as a result the Droch feed both on the life force and intelligence on those they prey. "Are you ready master?" comes the thoughts of the creature. "Yes my pet." He reaches in lifts his pet, his treasure he found so many years ago when he was still an officer in the Navy. Cautiously he brings both the gun and the Droch next to Darana. Feeding the Droch, it quickly feeds on the mitichlorian infused blood from Wynn. "More" begs the Droch in Wynn's mind. "Not yet," Wynn answers. "Do as you are told and you will feast later." "Yesssssss…." Wynn positions the many legs of the Droch on Daranas neck and they hold on tightly. It moves it tail ever so slightly before driving deep into her neck, injecting it's barbed tail into her artery. Instead of drinking forth her life essence as the Droch normally do, it begins to pump it's recently eaten Sithlord blood as well as it's own venom into Darana. In moments it's job is completed and Wynn returns his pet to it's cage and with a wave of his hand he seals her wounded neck. "From this day forth Darana, I am a part of you. You will never know I have changed you and should you find out, there is little you can do. In time you will master my abilities as you once mastered the force on your own. Hopefully you will master my powers before they kill you. Farewell, dear Darana and may the Force be with you." Wynn then leans down kisses her on her forehead. Glancing down to her hand he sees that she is still holding her Force-stone, the focus of her power. He can see it has changed. Darana has changed. No longer does this stone glow a brilliant blue, but is now the color of a fiery ruby. He pries the stone from her hand and places it back into her pouch before summoning a medical droid to tend to her. He pauses to pick up the Droch's cage, walks to the door and begins to laugh. "Sidra Roamstar, an assasin. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…." The door closes behind him as he walks away.
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