"Alright then. Make yourself comfortable." Harrip took a seat on the floor of the forest. Making sure not to sit on anything of hers. Once [member="Katar"] seemed comfortable he started his story, which he told just as that a story. As he began he lowered his hood until his head was completely uncovered. He never meant to but he tended to tell stories, whether fiction or fact as a story that one would tell their children at the bed-side.
"It happened many years ago, many years ago. When the stars were young. I was a slave for a great Sith Lord. He was a good Sith, which sounds strange, but I thought he was. I saw him as a benevolent man who cared for us. He took care of me and the others, in return we built cities for him on the planet Dromund Kaas. However during that time of construction I was brought before my Master. He told me that he required me to go along with an expedition team to collect Rakghouls for use as new subjects for the Sith. So I left with ten men to Taris, the world of the Rakghoul and of Malek's destruction. However at the time it was not the ruined world of today. It was a magnificent city planet, rivaling even Coruscant in splendor. We made our way to the Undercity, a dark land with refugees from the Upper levels. They helped us capture a Rakghoul for study and we promised to take them with us off planet when we left. However the other people in the Expedition locked me in an elevator shaft with the Rakghoul, I thought I was dead. But before the beast could touch me, some of the refugees managed to break the lock and slay the Rakghoul. But when I stepped out of the shaft, the Refugees fled before me. At first I didn't know why, I tried to chase one down and I found I was faster than all of them. I caught one, but she started to weep. Her tears broke my heart and I asked her why she was crying. She pointed at a gash along my right arm. The Rakghoul had gotten me before they could save me. I let her go and told her to run. She did. She must have called the expedition crew because a minute later they were on the scene with blasters in hand. I yelled at them not to get close, to shoot me now before I could hurt anyone. But they didn't they stood there watching; as before their very eyes I began to become one of the mindless beasts we had been sent to collect. When I was on the verge of losing my mind to the Rakghoul one of the men shot be. All the rest did so, until I felt the burn of blaster fire against my ribs. I fainted and thought I had died. But it was not to be, for I awoke several days later in a cage. When I was able to look around me properly I found that the cage was in the meeting hall of my Master's citadel. He stood before the cage saying something. At first I couldn't hear, but then I began to understand. It was as if the words were being forced into my head..." At this point Harrip took a moment, he blinked slowly as he remembered the words and the emotions.
Then mastering himself he continued, "He said, 'My pet, you are almost perfect now. Soon you will become my hand. You will be the Abomination of Vitiate. When we are done you will be the most feared creature in the galaxy, your power will burn planets and consume stars.' I cringed at first, from my Rakghoul body to the frightening figure of my Master. He was now shown for what he was a manipulative Master. Over the weeks to come I was put in stasis for days on end. I gathered what I learned from the person who placed me back in my cage after each session, I was put through many Sith rituals. I was able to speak, I could stand upright. These shoulder pads were fused to the bones of my shoulders. My Master had a warrior teach me to fight with my claws and to control the Rakghoul to a degree. I thought it would never end, he would have me put under for a ritual and I would awaken days later feeling corrupted and evil. But one day the Master's apprentice, who lusted for his Master's power, defied the Sith Lord and attempted to kill him. I can only assume he succeed for over the next few days I was taken into hiding and the rituals stopped taking place. I found that the evil inside me was easier to control over time. Then one day a man who I guessed to be a scientist gave me an injection of some tranquilizer. I fell asleep, to awake a week later. When I awoke I found myself back on Taris, I was released into the infested Undercity. Once I was released I never saw anyone but Rakghouls or the Refugees. In time I became leader of a pack of Rakghouls and with my 'friends' I kept the largest quantities of Rakghouls away from the Refugees village. One day they left however, I sent my pack away to forage for food so that the Refugees could leave easily. I entered what used to be their camp to find nothing but empty tents. I waited hours for them to return, but they never did. I was leaving when I heard crashing from above. The Upper levels of Taris had been destroyed and the ruins were falling into the Undercity. I was fortunate enough to survive the wreckage falling over my head. Over the next years I tried to find the Refugees who moved from the village. But I never found them again, they had probably perished at some point before I could find them. There had been a time when the Republic and the Sith Empire came and fought over Taris's broken surface. The Republic was trying to rebuild the world and the Sith were trying to stop the Republic. I had my pack of Rakghouls hinder both sides. Eventually both people stopped coming to Taris, it fell further into ruin. But the animals there finally found a balance. Where there once were towering skyscrapers there were fields of trees and bushes. The metal of the Upper levels slowly sank into the surface and people never came to collect it because of fear of the Rakghouls. Through all of that I had had days where I would lose consciousness, I would awake hours or days later to find that I had lost control of the Rakghoul and it had wreaked destruction in an area. During those years of solace, teaching my Rakghoul pack how to control the ecosystem to a degree, I was found by a research team. They tried to help when I explained what happened to me. They found that certain plants would subdue a Rakghouls natural instinct to hunt and attack Sentients. They taught me what plants they were and how to prepare each one for use. It allowed my human mind to control the Rakghoul mind. They taught me how to use the equipment necessary, though they had to spend months teaching me how to work the needles and to screw and unscrew the lids on the vials. After that they were forced to leave, being called by someone off planet. They were ready to take me with them. But who ever was in charge of the team decided it was not safe to take a Rakghoul off planet. Many years later a transport would crash down on the surface, by then the planet had changed significantly it had become a beautiful world with exotic plants and strange animals, and only a few spots where the wreckage of the cities used to be. The transport was filled with people who feared leaving the ship because of the Rakghouls, who had become the major creature on the planet. I tried to help them, but at first they feared me and it took a number of weeks before I could get close enough to make them understand that I was there to help. I had my pack, now many time larger that before, find materials needed to repair the ship. When the ship was prepared to leave I went with them, and they allowed me. From there I went on to find my purpose in the galaxy. Through many adventures the search has led me here."
Harrip took a moment to grab his injection kit and pull it in front of him, "This kit was given to me by the people on that ship in thanks for helping them. The leaves on those plants act as calming agents to the Rakghoul. When injected into the blood stream it helps subdue the mind of the Rakghoul allowing me to have better control. That is my story. That is why I have this kit with me. Does that answer your question?" Harrip felt a little tired after that. It might not have been physically wearisome, but it had been emotionally tiring. But he kept a smile on his face.
