Ask Come To Be

[The Storyteller]

Come To Be


A Star Wars Story


A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....​

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It called out to her... Whispers lurked at the edge of her subconscious, beckoning the young woman forth. It was an ocean that hissed the words.

Each time it had appeared to her, its merciless waves and sea state spoke over a sonorous and agonizing groan. A bellowing that came from beneath the water's surface. The ululations of a creature kept captive in its depths.

Thunder crashed in the background and lightning cracked the sky, providing the only light she could see. These images, these visions, would leave bitterly cold beads of water on her flesh each time they appeared to her. It was as if the spray from the colliding swells had traveled through hyperspace to splash her.

Why? Why did it bother her so? She was the one. The one that would unshackle the suffering soul beneath.

It was the will of the Force that an unnatural affinity towards controlling the minds of beasts be conferred upon her. The Dark side of the Force engulfed her homeworld and her people. She, too, was surrounded by it...carrying its mood with her wherever she went. Now, it reached out to her with a challenge. She was being called to the planet Nur to see if chains could be broken. To test her talents and determine if she could unleash the untamed, or if she would suffer a similar fate and become a slave to the deep.

 

[Eramis]

A Force Bond.

It had to be...

As soon as she began having the visions, Eramis had kept it a secret, but did her research accordingly. Something out there in the midst of a tempest was connected to her and proceeded to constantly remind her of that connection. She'd sometimes catch herself daydreaming of a watery planet with ceaseless storms that ravaged it's surface, but the surface was not was important.

It was what was far beneath it.

Strangely, Eramis would sometimes find herself not just lightly sprinkled on, but soaking wet after these daydreams. It was as if she had actually been there, staring into the depths of the black ocean for the creature that called out to her with anguish and misery.
Was this connection forged? Was it manipulated by some Sith who was testing her? Eramis bristled at the thought. How dare someone plague her with such torturous visions!

Something was crying out to her and all she could do was watch and listen as it wallowed in pain. It ached her heart to feel it's darkness and bitterness towards everything including itself.

And at all the times this could've happened, it was during her time learning to be a true warrior of the Sith Empire and to her Queen and fellow Nightsisters. She was trying to already unravel the knowledge to Shadow Magick and certain aspects of the Dark Side of the Force- she didn't have time for some depressed monstrosity.
But...every time she felt it call, she heeded to it, allowing herself to envision it's surroundings. She wanted to find the creature, nevertheless, not only so she could get back on track of Sith-hood, but because she knew she could save this sorry soul.

Ever since Eramis was little, she had a strange affinity with the grotesque wildlife of Dathomir. When she wasn't training, she was with Faska or Bane-Back spiders or even watching Rancors from a very close distance as they didn't even mind her presence. Most saw monsters and terrifying beasts- but Eramis saw something different. She saw living, breathing creatures trying to do the exact same thing everything else in this sorry galaxy was trying to do.

Survive.

That was what drove Eramis to the point of flying away from her home planet to the source of these mysterious visions with only the Force as her guide. She didn't choose the coordinates when she made the jump to lightspeed- the Force did, and she felt her connection to this beast grow stronger and stronger and stronger as she awaited her arrival. This creature needed desperate help. A kind of help Eramis was adept in.

Not only did her connection grow stronger, but the visions became clearer. There was a fortress- one Eramis had read about on her spare time. The legendary Darth Vader and Darth Sidious once used this fortress to train Jedi-Snatchers, otherwise known as Inquisitors after Order 66. The destination was made clear; Nur was her target. That's when Eramis began debating on what her Force Bond was with- as it surely couldn't have been a beast, though it had the presence of one, but somehow it was still...more civil than a Rancor, that was for sure.

The whole predicament was strange, but at least Eramis knew where to start.

I will find you. She vowed silently to herself. The Dathomarian would do anything to quite this beast's heart.

@Sin

 

[Dicium]

Fortress Inquisitorius, Interrogation Chamber Nur, Mustafar system, Artravis Sector, Outer Rim Day: Unknown, Month: Unknown, 146 ABY

I will find you.​ I will find you.​ I will find you.​ I will find you. The words tormented him, causing him to growl in pain—through clinched teeth—before releasing an insufferable roar that caused the chamber's walls and everything within them to rumble. The Force whipped the hilt of an unrefined lightsaber into his grasp and he drove it into his frontal lobe, the emitter matrix pressed firmly into his flesh. His whole body was trembling as he struggled to activate the weapon. The Dark side defied his thumb's attempts at triggering the positively charged crimson energy sourced from the synthetic crystal that served as the heart of the sword. The roaring subsided and a vexed snarl escaped him as he yanked the lightsaber away from his skull. He slammed it down on the armrest of the chair in which he sat. The place where he'd been subjected to torture and torment many times before, from a time long forgotten by most. His tense muscles relaxed, allowing his body to sink into the seat staged at the center of the chamber, but the organ in his chest—keeping him alive—did no such thing. On one hand, he'd hoped it would stop beating. Its throbbing pulse was nauseating. On the other hand, however, survival seemed to be the only thing he'd been left with. Denying those, whom he feared would find him, the victory of eliminating him...was his sole remaining purpose. He closed his eyes. Exhausted and with labored breathing, he drifted away. —​ The familiar sound of a lightsaber being actuated tore his eyelids open. The crackling tremor of an unstable blue blade hovered over his throat. A witch, with a brownish-red colored cloak concealing her identity, wielded the weapon. Before raising the saber in preparation of his execution, she spoke only three words. "I found you." The words made his blood run cold as he watched the blade descend towards his neck. Everything slowed down as he struggled to retrieve his own lightsaber from where he'd left it. He couldn't...he was restrained to the chair. Locked into the device, he begged the Force to deliver his weapon to him. It couldn't...the lightsaber was no longer there—on the arm of the chair—where it was last placed. It would not be defended, the blade plunging toward his throat. He capitulated. Closing his eyes again, he awaited his long-avoided ending. When the electrical phenomena scorched his unprotected green flesh, his eyeballs peeled the skin covering them away. —​ Unshackled hands grasped at his throat. He shot up from the chair, propelling himself a few paces away from it before turning back to examine the place where he'd just been killed. The restraints were removed, just as they'd been since he had disassembled them decades ago. Rolling on the ground was his lightsaber, dislodged from its perch—where he'd left it—during his retreat from his seated position. An enervated sigh escaped him. It wasn't the first time this witch had come for him, but the apparition was becoming more and more real. His hands curled into clinched fists. She will find me, he admitted. But he would not run... He stormed over to a table positioned behind the interrogation apparatus. There, he looked at a crude collection of armored pieces that he'd assembled over the years to conceal his corrupted and decaying flesh—and to hide the reflection of the abomination that he had become. The Force compelled him to create the ensemble, calling it...no, HIM...Dicium. "It is time." The Dark side spoke to him, commanding him to don the armor and come to be that which it had been brewing for decades upon decades. "Come to be, Dicium. Come...to...be..." The sinister words echoed ominously throughout the chamber, leaving him—the only occupant within its walls—no other option, but to acquiesce.

@Charles​

 

[Eramis]

As Eramis awaited to pull out of hyperspace, she felt another pull to the tormented soul that shared it's torment with her.

She closed her eyes, trying to shrug off the immense sense of doom that came from this...shadow. It hurt so much! Why did it hurt so much? Was this really what having a Force Bond was like? Endless brain rattling emotion from the other end of the connection until you clawed yourself to death out of insanity?

Eramis opened her eyes- but she was not on her ship. Before her was monster in metal, smelling of death and decay- a scent Eramis recognized from her home world. It did nothing but stand before her, beckoning her to...

"Come to be..."

The Nightsister took a back instead, but the monster roared and lunged for her, gripping her throat tightly when it made contact. Eramis couldn't breath as it lifted her off the ground to gaze up at it's prey- she tried screaming but nothing came out! "Come to be..." The intense pressure of it's metal grip continued to squeeze and squeeze until Eramis thought her eyes were going to pop out. Then the beast released her... "Come. to. be..." and Eramis found herself back on her ship, still stuck in hyperspace.

Eramis gasped for air, immensely grateful that such a painful visage was over.

Nothing like that had ever happened to her. She felt herself beginning to cry, becoming choked up yet again, from the horror that she might not be able to escape that monster. What was she supposed to do? What was she supposed to be? Eramis forced her fist into the metal plated flooring of her ship standing back up and taking a minute to gather herself.

There was always something more to beasts than just the beast itself- something Eramis realized was that the it wasn't the beast beckoning her forward- but something far darker and greater than the both of them. Somehow, this beast was tortured by it, ravaged by it's eternal voice of despair.

And surprisingly, Eramis felt something that she would have never thought she was capable of feeling for a creature that had just tried to suffocate her with it's bare hands...

Empathy.

@Sin