Note: This takes place starting sometime in October last year. Sorry for the delay getting this out...
It was dark, there was no sound. It wasn't sure where it was, only that it couldn't see, hear, or even feel anything. It couldn't even find the strength to move. Did it even have a body to move? It couldn't tell. All it knew was that it was in dark. It was thinking, trying to remember who it was. Images flowed through its mind. Places, people, somehow they were familiar, but where, who were they...wait...one image, one person...somehow it could FEEL something. This one, female, black hair...her...it remembered...SHE KILLED HIM! Anger flowed, and it could feel that it DID have a body. It could move, but not much. Wherever it was, it was a close space. It was lying on its back, like it was in a box. NO, it was COFFIN! Anger grew, and with it came strength. It had to get out of this place, get back to the outside. It knew what it had to do; it was going to do it NOW. And with an inaudible scream that resounded throughout the galaxy, a hand burst out from the ground.... ----- Takara was sitting, feet up on the console, watching the security monitors. The household was pretty much empty, everyone else out doing.something. Only other person around, other than the servants and such, was Tina, and she was keeping to herself right now. Takara sighed, leaned back, and started to close her eyes for a moment. Suddenly, a security alert went off. She sat up, and proceeded to track the source of the alert. A brief scan of the monitors pinpointed the alert. It was ON THE HOUSEHOLD GROUNDS. Takara sprang to her feet, "Aw, Hell!", as she grabbed for her blaster and bolted out the door. ----- Standing next to the grave, he looked down at it, then at himself. His skin was rough to the touch, scaly, brittle. A quick test with his fingers found that the skin was also starting to peel off. "More time to deal with that later, I need to find some things first." He looked over his surroundings. Then turned to face the main structure of the compound. "Yes, there, I remember now. Wait, someone's coming. Have to find another way inside." And he moved toward the side of the building. ----- After several minutes, Takara arrived where the sensors alerted her to the disturbance. She found herself beside the now empty gravesite of Arcturus. "I didn't know she buried him here. But the coffin's empty? How? Grave robbers?" She began to scan the area for any trace of those who would desecrate this place. The only thing she found was some dried skin on the ground near the grave, and footprints heading back toward the building. "I've got a bad feeling about this", and she started following the trail. ----- Arcturus knew nothing but rage at this point. He was focused on only one thing right now though, getting his equipment (and clothes for that matter), and getting away from this place. He could see the hangar area, and his ship, Bloodwing, in the hangar. But first, he needed some items from his room. "Can't go in the front door, I'll just have to MAKE my own way in." And with that, he walked up to the wall of the building. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a few seconds, summoning up the terrible power he was privy to. Slowly, the space around him started to distort, like being viewed through a drop of water. The distortion slowly grew in size, and started to push up against the wall. The wall, however, put up little resistance, and started to tear as if it were made of paper. Arcturus entered through the newly made hole in the wall, and moved down the corridor. He knew where his room was, just down this hall, and to the left. Inside the building, warning claxons screamed their high-pitched wail, emergency lights came on, and servants scrambled for cover. One was unfortunate enough to run right into Arcturus. With little more than a thought, he pushed the Chaos through the servant, contorting his body in grotesque ways, before it slumped up against the corridor wall, dead. Arcturus continued down the hall, seemingly oblivious to the carnage. When he reached the door to his room, he found it locked, and he was not able to open it by normal means. "Hmmph, Not the way I wanted to do this." Again, the wall gave little resistance to the effect of Chaos. Arcturus entered his old room, only to find it empty. "What is this!", he roared, and began to tear the room apart by hand looking for.something. "Gone!?! I must find it." Enraged, he threw furniture about the room. He soon composed himself, "This won't do any good. I have to get out of here quickly." He opened a closet, and found a black Sith Apprentice robe still hanging there. Quickly changing, he discarded his tattered clothes, and made his way out toward the hanger. ----- The ship lurched as she entered a steep turn. The control panel warned her that the engine was about to cut out. She increased the throttle and steadied her pitch, smiling to herself as the engine's hum began to even out. Suddenly, startled by the alarms around the household, Tina watched as the shuttle took a nosedive into the surface of the planet below. 'Great,' she grumbled, 'I was just about to get it too.' Four successful maneuvers in a row and Eric would let her try it for real. She sighed and pulled herself out of the simulator. Since the alarms hadn't stopped blaring, she decided to investigate the disturbance. Cautiously she made her way out into the hallway from the hangar. 'Odd.' She wondered aloud, 'Where are all the servants?' Blaster in hand, she started to move down the winding corridors. Tina turned a corner to see a figure, down the hall a ways. Not immediately recognizing the it she called out, "Who.who are you?" She could barely make out what it was. Everything around the being was distorted. The dark-robed figure, ignoring the question, walked down the hall toward her.
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