The Force aspiration seemed to smile at Xeno's answer which uneased Artorigas, what was this ancient ghosts game? We had past the trials now he asked us stupid questions like this, was it just another game, or was he trying to stall. Was something else coming behind them, he could not hear nor sense anything. What was happening? The ghostly visage of Lord Andros looked at him, he had been quiet for too long it seemed. "I am Artorigas Wessex and I am here for Knowledge as that will give me power!" He replied in as much confidence and strength it could muster in his partially exhausted state.
"Good." Was the only reply they received, Lord Andros looked back and forth between the pair, he looked like a Rancor eyeing up its prey. "I give thanks for your answer Artorigas, I would have hated that body." He flicked his chin at Xeno and then in an instant the ghost rushed forward disappearing into Artorigas' body.
Pain, relief, wonder, excitement, torment, these all rushed through his body at once as he felt the grip of his mortal coil begin to loosen. "What is this? Oh so you have not fully given yourself." Lord Andros' voice was now inside his head, no Lord Andros was inside him. Without even realising it Artorigas was in a battle for control over his body and mind. "Why have you not given in? Go on do it?" Lord Andros spat, "I don't know what you mean but I will not give in this is my body." He screamed back internally. From outside all Xeno would see is Artorigas squirming on the ground his body contorting in all directions seemingly in agonising pain.
"You told me you are Sith, but yet you still doubt the Dark Side. Perhaps I was wrong? Maybe the Zabrak would have been better?" The ghost continued, "You are not having mine nor his body." Arotrigas replied, it felt as if he was holding the weight of a globe upon his shoulder, the weight pushing him down to his knees but he still kept going. "Give in to my power?" It was the voice from the back of his mind. "It is what you need to defeat him." Artorigas was sorely tempted, the release of this weight upon his shoulders, on his mind was just pleasurable just to think about. Subconsciously he began to reach out towards, Xeno would see sparks fly from his fingertips as he lay upon the ground.
But as he seemed to reach out he felt joy, but it was not his but Andros. No, giving in was what they both wanted, both the Darkness and Andros, falling would only pave the way for his mind to be broken, his body to give in and this Ancient Lord to take over. That he would not do, he had so much left to accomplish so much more to become, given in to an old dead Sith was not the end. With a strength he did not know he had he began to push back, his spiritual knee lifting from the ground. He stood within his mind, the weight on his shoulders pushing harder and harder down upon him and smiled the vision of Andros appeared before his minds eye. "You time is done, it is our time now Andros, your knowledge will be mine and your spirit will be forfeit." With that he shrugged backwards and the weight seemed to drop off him.
His eyes shot open as his body came alive with a burning fire, he was on the ground his body covered in sweat, it stung his eyes behind the mask. Looking up he looked for the Zabrak croaking out, "It is done he is gone. The tomb is ours." Before slumping back onto the ground.
"Good." Was the only reply they received, Lord Andros looked back and forth between the pair, he looked like a Rancor eyeing up its prey. "I give thanks for your answer Artorigas, I would have hated that body." He flicked his chin at Xeno and then in an instant the ghost rushed forward disappearing into Artorigas' body.
Pain, relief, wonder, excitement, torment, these all rushed through his body at once as he felt the grip of his mortal coil begin to loosen. "What is this? Oh so you have not fully given yourself." Lord Andros' voice was now inside his head, no Lord Andros was inside him. Without even realising it Artorigas was in a battle for control over his body and mind. "Why have you not given in? Go on do it?" Lord Andros spat, "I don't know what you mean but I will not give in this is my body." He screamed back internally. From outside all Xeno would see is Artorigas squirming on the ground his body contorting in all directions seemingly in agonising pain.
"You told me you are Sith, but yet you still doubt the Dark Side. Perhaps I was wrong? Maybe the Zabrak would have been better?" The ghost continued, "You are not having mine nor his body." Arotrigas replied, it felt as if he was holding the weight of a globe upon his shoulder, the weight pushing him down to his knees but he still kept going. "Give in to my power?" It was the voice from the back of his mind. "It is what you need to defeat him." Artorigas was sorely tempted, the release of this weight upon his shoulders, on his mind was just pleasurable just to think about. Subconsciously he began to reach out towards, Xeno would see sparks fly from his fingertips as he lay upon the ground.
But as he seemed to reach out he felt joy, but it was not his but Andros. No, giving in was what they both wanted, both the Darkness and Andros, falling would only pave the way for his mind to be broken, his body to give in and this Ancient Lord to take over. That he would not do, he had so much left to accomplish so much more to become, given in to an old dead Sith was not the end. With a strength he did not know he had he began to push back, his spiritual knee lifting from the ground. He stood within his mind, the weight on his shoulders pushing harder and harder down upon him and smiled the vision of Andros appeared before his minds eye. "You time is done, it is our time now Andros, your knowledge will be mine and your spirit will be forfeit." With that he shrugged backwards and the weight seemed to drop off him.
His eyes shot open as his body came alive with a burning fire, he was on the ground his body covered in sweat, it stung his eyes behind the mask. Looking up he looked for the Zabrak croaking out, "It is done he is gone. The tomb is ours." Before slumping back onto the ground.
