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Eamic walked through one of the many jungles of Selvaris. It was night, yet the abnormally large moon cast a brilliant silver light through the trees. For the first time in his life, the Shade had to admit that deep down he was truly afraid. Not afraid of the unfamiliar backwater planet's geography, flora, flauna, and people. Not afraid of the mission he was going to embark on. Not afraid of anything. No, he was afraid of the two he was to meet. The transmission he had received was truly horrifying...
Three Nights Earlier
*Bling....bling....bling...*
Eamic looked through groggy eyes at the blinking comm system at the foot of his bed aboard his vessel. In reality it wasn't his vessel, or at least, it hadn't been. Castawaying on a merchant vessel, Eamic had massacred the crew in order to obtain the formidable ship for himself. So, naturally, he was skeptical as to whether or not he would answer the transmission being sent. Hell, he thought to himself, I can always play it off like I'm a new crew member.
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, the Zeltron leaned forward and accepted the transmission being sent. A dark hooded figure appeared in holographic form and spoke with a voice that was as ominous as it was monotone.
"Eamic Saabal. You have committed many crimes in your past. Murder, prostitution, soliciting prostitution, rape, and perhaps the most heinous: the crimes against that innocent little girl. Her family's grief has still not subsided."
Eamic raised his brow in confusion at the man. How the hell did he know Eamic was on the ship? And even more surprising, how did he know of his past? Hell, only a handful of people had ever known about what he did to that girl, and most of them had been "disposed of".
"What the hell do you want?" Eamic asked impatiently, "You have n-"
"I have every right to spy on you, Zeltron," The voice interrupted, "and there is nothing you are going to do to stop me. From this moment on, you are one of my many tools. I have chosen you, and once my choice is made, there is naught you may do to relieve yourself of my presence. I am in your mind. I am in your soul. Now, speak the truth: what did Emshi do to bring down rape, torture, and murder upon her head? What justifcation do you have?"
Eamic rolled his eyes. Just another religious nut, only this one had found out about his crimes. Of course this would be followed by some threat. They always told him they would exact God's revenge. It was hilarious actually.
"What the hell. I did it because I wanted to, ever think of that? I wanted to know what it would feel like. I wanted the experience. I wanted to know if necrophillia truly was as fun as my mind imagined it. And guess what, it was. Her screams still fuel my libido. Happy now?"
"Very," The man continued, "very happy. I have contacted many, and I relate to you more than they. You are to be my agent. The ship has changed course. From where it lands, you will find other means to go the planet Selvaria. Once there, enter the Yakambi jungle and await the Unholy."
Eamic was utterly shocked. It was the first time in many years that he had been completely speechless. So, he merely nodded to show that the man's words had registered in his mind. The hooded figure was replaced by two images. One was a younger looking man, a rather handsome one, whose features were striking yet hinted towards lethality. The other was cold. There were no other words that could describe him in Eamic's mind. His eyes were fixated on the latter, out of a fearful respect that was greater even than he held for Master Ray.
"The left, is a man name Viro. It is his surname, to be sure. The latter is a man named Sarus Kappa. These men are men you will learn to fear. Men you will learn to obey, to fall to, to become tools to. You are one of the most powerful of my specimens, Saabal, yet the power the Unholy hold will bring you to your knees.
I have contacted them, though with far less truth than I have contacted you. They will know where to meet you, and when, but they will have no fear in their souls as you do. You are to confront them and reveal to them what I have revealed. Then I shall do my work. If any deception is in your voice, Eamic, I shall break you."
Eamic looked through groggy eyes at the blinking comm system at the foot of his bed aboard his vessel. In reality it wasn't his vessel, or at least, it hadn't been. Castawaying on a merchant vessel, Eamic had massacred the crew in order to obtain the formidable ship for himself. So, naturally, he was skeptical as to whether or not he would answer the transmission being sent. Hell, he thought to himself, I can always play it off like I'm a new crew member.
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, the Zeltron leaned forward and accepted the transmission being sent. A dark hooded figure appeared in holographic form and spoke with a voice that was as ominous as it was monotone.
"Eamic Saabal. You have committed many crimes in your past. Murder, prostitution, soliciting prostitution, rape, and perhaps the most heinous: the crimes against that innocent little girl. Her family's grief has still not subsided."
Eamic raised his brow in confusion at the man. How the hell did he know Eamic was on the ship? And even more surprising, how did he know of his past? Hell, only a handful of people had ever known about what he did to that girl, and most of them had been "disposed of".
"What the hell do you want?" Eamic asked impatiently, "You have n-"
"I have every right to spy on you, Zeltron," The voice interrupted, "and there is nothing you are going to do to stop me. From this moment on, you are one of my many tools. I have chosen you, and once my choice is made, there is naught you may do to relieve yourself of my presence. I am in your mind. I am in your soul. Now, speak the truth: what did Emshi do to bring down rape, torture, and murder upon her head? What justifcation do you have?"
Eamic rolled his eyes. Just another religious nut, only this one had found out about his crimes. Of course this would be followed by some threat. They always told him they would exact God's revenge. It was hilarious actually.
"What the hell. I did it because I wanted to, ever think of that? I wanted to know what it would feel like. I wanted the experience. I wanted to know if necrophillia truly was as fun as my mind imagined it. And guess what, it was. Her screams still fuel my libido. Happy now?"
"Very," The man continued, "very happy. I have contacted many, and I relate to you more than they. You are to be my agent. The ship has changed course. From where it lands, you will find other means to go the planet Selvaria. Once there, enter the Yakambi jungle and await the Unholy."
Eamic was utterly shocked. It was the first time in many years that he had been completely speechless. So, he merely nodded to show that the man's words had registered in his mind. The hooded figure was replaced by two images. One was a younger looking man, a rather handsome one, whose features were striking yet hinted towards lethality. The other was cold. There were no other words that could describe him in Eamic's mind. His eyes were fixated on the latter, out of a fearful respect that was greater even than he held for Master Ray.
"The left, is a man name Viro. It is his surname, to be sure. The latter is a man named Sarus Kappa. These men are men you will learn to fear. Men you will learn to obey, to fall to, to become tools to. You are one of the most powerful of my specimens, Saabal, yet the power the Unholy hold will bring you to your knees.
I have contacted them, though with far less truth than I have contacted you. They will know where to meet you, and when, but they will have no fear in their souls as you do. You are to confront them and reveal to them what I have revealed. Then I shall do my work. If any deception is in your voice, Eamic, I shall break you."
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Eamic hated reliving the memory of the transmission. Yet he had to. He played it constantly in his mind. However, what he hated was the fact that the hooded figure was right. Even now, when what the shadow referred to as the Unholy weren't in his immediate presence, his knees shook with fear. The man threatened to break him yet he was not afraid of that. No, it was the handsome yet lethal appearance of the younger man and the coldness of the older that made him feel weak.
And that was part of the reason why he came. Nothing had sent chills down his spine like they had. He needed to see with his own eyes what power these two held was like. Exposure to them was necessary for him. Yet, somehow, Eamic knew he would be safe. Maybe the hooded man would protect him. Maybe he could protect himself. Or maybe, the other two lacked the boredom to slaughter him. Whatever the reason, Eamic waited with his lightsaber hilt in hand for the Unholy.
And that was part of the reason why he came. Nothing had sent chills down his spine like they had. He needed to see with his own eyes what power these two held was like. Exposure to them was necessary for him. Yet, somehow, Eamic knew he would be safe. Maybe the hooded man would protect him. Maybe he could protect himself. Or maybe, the other two lacked the boredom to slaughter him. Whatever the reason, Eamic waited with his lightsaber hilt in hand for the Unholy.