Entering The Darkness

[Arador Drakar]

Arador had just been kidnapped. Everything happened so fast that when the teenager next opened his eyes, the boy 's wrists and ankles were bound. The boy found that he couldn't talk either due to him still being groggy and a cloth being used to make a makeshift gag to prevent the boy from talking.

Arador looked around the ship though he couldn't see. So he couldn't see the layout of the ship or to see where his captors are at. What the teenager was able to get into his mind though was that he needed to get out of here and back to Alek. Not knowing that the trio have already taken him to Korriban, deep in Sith Territory. Letting himself go from a sitting position on the floor to laying on his side with a dull metallic thud as he landed. The teenager dragged himself across the floor, using his bound arms as a way to pull himself along the floor.

Now that he is fully awake, the teenager was able to use the force to see and could make out where the walls were as well as the doors. Hearing footsteps though coming from what he guessed is the main room, Arador quickly dragged himself through an open doorway. He hid himself from view then got to work at trying to get out of his bindings. Frantically that is, since his captors may be searching for him now that the ship had landed.

The boy bit his bottom lip as his struggling only made the bindings cut into his wrists a bit. The sting felt like he got a nasty type of paper cut. He groaned with frustration as he gave up on trying to get the bindings off his wrists. If only he still had his lightsabers.. Wait.. Does he still have them? The boy felt around his belt but didn't feel his yellow blade lightsaber there. He then the inside of his boots where he kept the second one that has a bronze blade. That one was taken as well. Well bugger. There goes that plan.

Hearing the all too familiar his of the door opening to the room across from the one he is in. Arador froze knowing that they are a step closer to finding him. The boy though is out in the open, looking around frantically for a place to hide. The boy saw that the weapons cabinet was open, empty and just big enough for him to hide in. Crawling over he got inside and closed the door. Looking through the vents in the metal door, the boy watched the doorway as the door slid open.

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[Ongye-Ui Miutigheid]

Korriban, they had finally made birth. Their ship docked with ease. Welcomed by Sith like a lost companion. Ongye felt the familiar nexus easing his hungry soul. Filling him with life again. The antics on Thisspian seemed quite contrived now. Stealing a young man just to raise as cattle was convoluted at best. What prospect Arador brought meant less now then prior: when nothing but disembodied voices pleaded for another meal. Here was a home rich in force which sustained him. Though he knew nothing would compare to harnessing a greater power. Arador represented this but nonetheless was nothing more then a morsel. Should he grow fat on the force then perhaps there was indeed something to be gained. If the Jedi was complacent, an apprenticeship would form. Upon entering the storage room, those aspirations left. Clearly this welp was rebellious.

Often as young children do playing hide and seek, Ongye presented himself lightheartedly. ”Come out, Come out, wherever you are.” He said in a singsong voice. ”I promise not to harm you.” Echoing cantor filled the space harboring no animosity. Ongye didn’t blame or grow angry for he knew that this was simple as pageantry. Finites of interactions between old and young. Approaching with care was a guiding principle. Though his strange cough and striking surges of spastic movement have little ease to anyone peaking. ”Are you… Here!” He announced opening a closet door to find only ordinary equipment. ”Guess not.” Shapeless laughter followed by an abhorrent wretch of discomforted grunts spurred forth. ”I know you’re scared.” The search continued as he spoke; cabinets opened, doors swung, crawl spaces were searched. ”Instead of playing games, you could be getting to know me.” The last place to check, an unassuming locker which could easily shelter a child. ”I know you’re in there.” He spoke directly to Arador now, peering into the slits with dark unfeeling eyes. The door tore open and it’s refugee would be thrust out into the open. ”Got you!” Ongye announced. ”Next time I’ll hide.” Sarcastic in speech but genuine in sympathy. Ongye coughed nervously. ”Hold your arms out.” He commanded, the intention being to cut the restraints that bound the boy. ”Don’t want someone taking an interest in you.” Slavery and capture had to be approved by the Sith Lords and Ongye wasn’t ready to have himself put before a council.

Ongye would bring Arador to the entrance hull. Surai would be asked to assist in escorting them to his home. The pleasant abode he had built to sequester himself within. Made of stone and archaic architecture which symbolized an estranged connection to Korriban. They wouldn’t have to travel far, making way past the Sith academy. It was built into a cave where dark energy flowed freely. It’s interior was average having amenities similar to an apartment. However rooms were not segmented by walls but tapestries.

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[Surai Kyaata]

Surai was a tall, broad shouldered Devaronian woman. And being a bright eyed, fang-filled lady it was only appropriate on this scorched ball of the void that she have her Ikenga sniper rifle propped up against her shoulder in one hand. She wasn't just delicious eye candy. Sith needed to know that with just a glance, because this was not the best place to be for her kind. Hadn't found a damn long-term employer yet -- slimy slanga -- but when did Sith need a reason for anything?

"Hey, kid. Bet they got some fire water here you'd enjoy," Surai announced boisterously as Arador emerged.

When the group arrived at Ongye's place, the Devaronian stood inside the entrance and gave it a good look. This was not what she'd expected. Was this a furnished cave? Yeah, now things were making more sense. Ongye wasn't at the top of the food chain here. Might be trying to make a name for himself still. Nothing wrong with that. In fact, long as the man didn't look at her like he did these Force types the two of them might be able to help one another out. Long as he made it worth her while.

Interior decor aside -- Surai wasn't exactly Marza Skevard either -- least things had worked out so far. "So, you need any help, or should I help myself to your booze?" Well she wasn't just going to stand there like a statue bored out of her mind.

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[Arador Drakar]

Arador felt his heart skip in fright as he recognized Onyge's cold, dark gaze looking right at him through the slits of the door. The teenager gripped the metal edges of the door to hold it closed as the man spoke directly to him. Trying to trick the Sith into thinking he hasn't found him. But it was futile because the teenager was literally thrown out into the open as the door was ripped open.

He held his bound wrists close to his body as he turned to face the man, "Yeah? I will make sure you can't come out when you hide." He snapped, "And I will then break into your stash of sodas." He added somewhat jokingly. If he was able to lock Onyge in a room, the boy will use that chance to escape.

He shakingly held his bound arms out, wincing as the metal cut into his wrists a bit more from the simple movement. Arador kind of dreaded trying to get out of the metal bindings. But then again he wasn't exactly thinking, but acting on instinct to try getting out of them.

He looked to Surai as she seemed to obnoxiously offer what she called fire water. Wondering if that was what he drank that made him feel so wierd. He shook his head slowly, "No thank you." The teenager spoke quietly. Wondering what they were planning to do to him.

Once the bindings were cut he was taken by a short walk to the cavern the Sith called home. He looked around at the simple layout of what he could see in the somewhat dim lighting. Well this was interesting. He cautiously watched his captors, spotting his lightsabers on Onyge's belt. If only he can pull at least one of them towards him. The teenager looked to the female again as she spoke up wondering what was with her and alcohol. Now somewhat in tune with his new environment, Arador shivered as he felt all the dark energy that flowed freely through the cave, taunting him. Tempting him to bend.