Abducted By Destiny

[Kitty]

The force worked in mysterious ways and one had to wonder sometimes if it was others manipulating the force in mysterious ways. Did the force truly have a will of it's own. Such questions were often meaningless when targeted by these forces of power and will. Their might and authority so absolute there could be no questions. Who could possibly orchestrate a great plan, for a select group of individuals, requiring so many conditions to be met and everyone be exactly where they are needed to be at a given moment. It is an overwhelming prospect and today those forces of power and will have work to do.



One moment Kitty had been sleeping in her nice, comfortable, luxurious bed at home and enjoying very pleasant dreams of love and passion. The next she was stiff; returning to the waking world on a cold hard stone floor. Kitty groaned rubbing her eyes as she gathered herself. Leaning up and opening here eyes she was paralyzed with suprise. This was not her room.

Jumping up Kitty checked to make sure she was okay. She wasn't drowsy or slow so she wasn't drugged. She still had her clothes and lightsabers on her. 'What the heck?' Scanning around the room she was trapped in a duracrete room with no exits. None of the six walls had a door or any sort of perceivable escape. They were well decorated though depicting historical moments in siths past. Illuminated by glowing rocks above them. There was a cylinder stone slab at table height for the average person right smack in the middle of the room where it contained a book. As curious as Kitty was fear took priority and in the room with her were four other others. Kitty grabbed and ignited her lightsabers taking a defensive stance with her right hand holding the grip normally and her left holding in reverse. Her clothing was casual and minimal. Her whole demeanor could be mistaken as jedi if not for her red blades and how willing she was to latch onto her own fear as a tool.

Were they here to kill her for desertion? The sith assassins have long since scattered. Maybe it was the Sith Acendancy or whatever they were calling themselves these days. But shouldn't she be dead already if that was the case? Is this an illusion or dream? Seemed far too real for either of those.

She was stressing out pretty hard and had to take a moment to take a few deep breaths to calm down and keep from losing it. She remained on the ready and observed the others to try and get a bearing on what the void was going on.

On that pedestal in the middle of that room was the book and if anyone took a moment to read it, it would say the following in the sith language. 'Pride, Wrath, Greed, Lust, Envy, and Sloth. Aspects present in almost every creature in the galaxy, yet seen as detrimental. Six will be chosen each one taking the mantle of a sin and inheriting their benafits making them stronger. Each one diffrent from the other but together more powerful than anyone knows. If a sin should fall then the other sins may appoint a new one.'

 

[Thom Naudir]

Valad Yar smiled as he watched the last patrons of the Nadariga exit the building, one of his big brutes locking the doors behind them and heading home for the night. It had been another successful day at the establishment, both up front and behind closed doors. It was everything he could have hoped for and more. The work he had put into this place, the connections he had forged, and the power he had begun to accumulate in such a short time. Even the voice at the back of his mind agreed Valad Yar should feel pride in his work here. He made his way to his personal quarters, and in short order laid down and fell asleep in his own large, very comfortable bed.

At least, that is what he thought.

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in his room. The cold rock beneath him and the stale air flooding his nose were the first signs something had changed. A quick observation of the room confirmed his initial thoughts. He pushed himself to his feet slowly, glancing down to see his lightsaber on the ground before him. A frown crossed his face as he extended his hand, not even watching as the lightsaber shot up and into his hand as he glanced around the room he was in now. No visible exits were present in the nondescript chamber, and only a single large platform in the center of the room marked any kind of difference. He spotted a book on its surface, his archaeological interests immediately coming to the fore as he took a few steps towards it. The snap hiss of an igniting lightsaber snapped him out of his brief moment of thought.

His eyes snapped across the room to the other figures present, including one standing with lightsabers ignited. He let a smile cross his face as he twirled his lightsaber, the two blue blades erupting to life before the second rotation of the blade was complete. He supposed this person was one of his kidnappers, though the others with her did not seem to be wearing any distinguishable uniform or even seem to be together. His black shirt hanging open down the front, revealing numerous scars and tattoos and his similarly colored pants were his usual attire, but at the moment he wished he had some of his combat armor with him. Trapped in an unknown location with unknown hostiles was not quite the place to make a fashion statement.

"I hope you have back up on the way young lady. Otherwise, I am afraid whoever sent you here is going to lose one of their precious little puppets." The smile never left his face as he assumed a combat position, preparing to defend himself.

[member="Kitty"] [member="Darth Morbus"] [member="Osiren Clarmore"] [member="Curtis Learchin"]

 

[Osiren Clarmore]

Waves crashed against the red stone rocks of his father’s keep as Osiren looked down the turret walls, resting on the edge of the balistarium. The twilight painted Hapes in pinks and purples as the skyline shimmered with specks of stars on golden towers. When the wind picked up Osiren could feel the rain on it, a chill that swept through the fine air.

“Your father will call in the hour.” Viant has served Osiren’s lord father for a decade and half. Osiren considered what Lord Clarmore would do if Osiren sliced his dear servant in two.

Those who disobeyed House Clarmore demanded their retribution and wrath. Sure enough, the way their father treated Osiren’s brother Cain was an indication that Olyphan Clarmore’s distaste extended to his own blood. Osiren considered what his father had done to the tribal men of Grunda or when houses unpledged to Clarmore were targeted by Neocrusaders.

“Let the dogs hunt then, boy.” Olyphan had said. “Give them a taste for blood and they’ll ache for it.” Osiren had only just realized that his father began Osiren’s sword training with Alli Arcin the next day.

“I will call upon him tomorrow.” Osiren said, turning to his bedchamber.

“My lord wishes to see his son to discuss...”

“Enough.” He did not turn back. “We will speak in the courtyard. Tomorrow. Don’t old men need sleep?” He brushed down stairs, moving through stone walls lit with holograms and streaks of silver light.

In his chambers, he began to prepare for sleep. He unlaced the red and white cloak as he looked himself in the reflection. His silver white hair smoothly rested on his shoulders, and grey blue eyes had grown weary these past years. He was broad shouldered, but lean from the weight of heavy armors and his chiseled face once held a light that grew dimmer each day in his father’s service. Nearly the night had passed before he laid to rest, finally closing his eyes so sleep might take him.

The morning did not come. He awoke with the same chill of the night, but the cool feeling of rough stone across his body where his bed once was. He pushed up, hearing the clanking sound of his lean, formed steel armor covering him. He moved to his feet, feeling his vibrosword move against his hip and desperately tried to remember where he was.

The room was filled with stale air, the haunted feeling of the far below. As figures in the room moved, Osiren unsheathed his sword as it glimmered in the light. The others ignited their blades, the snap-hiss of lightsabers glowing the room in shades of red. His eyes caught a book resting in the center platform, trying to carefully take steps towards it as he kept his blade drawn on the other’s.

[member="Kitty"] [member="Darth Morbus"] [member="Curtis Learchin"] [member="Valad Yar"]

 

[Curtis Learchin]

Curtis sat comfortably in his room on the planet Bastion, where the main Sith Academy stood. He hadn't returned there for a while, but with his master still missing, he decided that returning would do no harm. Since becoming the apprentice of a Sith Lord, the Lord of Knowledge no less, he had garnered some respect from his fellows though not much. People still remembered him for his envious nature, always wanting the powers others possessed themselves.

The room he sat in was simple, a bed mat on the floor and a desk, plus his swordstaff and armour. Both were laid beside him, and as Curtis lay down, he felt the immediate exhaustion fill his body. All the work he had been doing had finally taken its toll, and he looked forward to sleeping in a place familiar to him. Or he would've been.

Opening his eyes after what seemed like hours of sleep brought no comfort, it only brought pain. Where once had been a mat was now solid floor, however his armour and weapon were with him still. He sat up and quickly armed and armoured himself. He stood in complete darkness for a few moments, and then the sharp hiss of a lightsaber sounded, its red hew glaring. Then another lightsaber, now blue, erupted from the darkness. He was not alone by any means, nor was he the only one without a lightsaber, as he heard the shing of a sword being released from its scabbard.

"Well, this is new." Curtis said, breaking the silence that had engulfed them all. He then took a few steps forward towards the middle of the room, where some kind of alter stood.

[member="Kitty"] / [member="Darth Morbus"] / [member="Valad Yar"] / [member="Osiren Clarmore"]

 

[Kitty]

A double bladed lightsaber. Could be used to attack very quickly for those who knew how to use it. She wasn't the best duelist and would have to be very careful. The blades were blue, very curious. Perhaps he was a fallen jedi holding into his past? Whoever they were, they were the most focused on her. But contrary to what you might expect he was not her biggest concern. No that honor belonged to the two heading for the book in the middle. She was beginning to think this was some sort of sith ritual and was not interested in finding out what it did. The one with the double bladed lightsaber said something odd though. He mentioned someone sending her and needing backup. She would love nothing more than back up. Why would he say that though. She'd been kidnapped from her home world in secret. That didn't seem like something one would say to a prisoner. What's more, paying careful attention to his body language he was not comfortable around the others in the room either. And why the heck would someone bring a vibro sword! It was the one who said this was new who was making his way to the book the fastest.

Kitty sprinted towards the center and pointed her blade at the one who didn't have a weapon pulled. "Where do you think you're going? If she had to guess he was the ritual expert and the others were the guards or rather the one with the vibro sword was probably a student. She wasn't too worried about that one. Mostly the double bladed fellow.

"I hope you guys don't think this will be easy. I'm a professional assassin apprenticed to Krest himself. What the heck do you want with me anyway?"

[member="Valad Yar"] [member="Osiren Clarmore"] [member="Curtis Learchin"]

 

[Thom Naudir]

Valad Yar paused for a moment, his saber dipping slightly as he glanced around the room once again. Sighing, he deactivated his blade, connecting it back to his hip as he folded his arms, taking a few steps closer to the podium in the center of the room. The evident disinterest in each other from the assembled group seemed to imply that everyone here was as confused as he was, and the disunity in their grouping implied they did not know each other. So, they were all victims of the same kidnapping. This day was just getting stranger and stranger.

"A question, could I be correct in assuming that none of you know where we are?"

[member="Kitty"] [member="Curtis Learchin"] [member="Osiren Clarmore"]

 

[Thom Naudir]

Double Post

 

[Osiren Clarmore]

As one of strangers lowered their weapons, Osiren felt a pull across his chest. Like some strange wind through blood, stirring in his sword hand. He gripped his hilt harder, but angled his blade down as he took another step towards the book. Another human was approaching it as well. Osiren kept his blade floating between the two of them.

“What does it say, boy?” Osiren gritted his teeth. His life was changing, part of a much larger universe with his submission to the Sith Empire. He would not allow whatever trick this was to kill him before he saw the prize for his labor.

“I was asleep in my bed.” Osiren said as he looked at the man who had held the blue blade. “Where in the Consortium are we? Where have you taken me?”

[member="Kitty"] [member="Valad Yar"] [member="Curtis Learchin"]

 

[Curtis Learchin]

Curtis recoiled out of instinct as the crimson blade pointed his way. The other two seemed occupied with themselves, and the stream of questions from all of them cemented the fact that none of them knew what was going on.

"The blade isn't necessary my feline friend." He responded, taking a single step forward, swordstaff still in hand but not raised like the others. "Can we all just calm down for a minute, I'm just as confused as the rest of you." Since none of the others had made any reference to being responsible for their current situation, Curtis assumed that all of them had been brought here, perhaps for a similar reason.

"I think introductions are in order, I'm Curtis Learchin, apprentice to Darth Pyrrhus." He noted one of them was still moving towards the middle, but was in no position to do anything about it.

[member="Kitty"] / [member="Valad Yar"] / [member="Osiren Clarmore"]

 

[Kitty]

It was beginning to become very clear that nobody here knew what the heck was going on. It was genuine too. Confusion on this scale was not easy to artificially replicate. The one who she had her blade pointed towards was strangely friendly towards her given the situation and being a sith and all. One could argue it's because they were new but it was the new ones who really wanted to prove themselves.

"Darth Pyrrhus. I used to work with him back in the sith assassin days." Kitty commented lowering her blade. It was by no means a pass but the sense of familiarity did help clam her nerves. When it became clear nobody here was interested in a fight. Kitty turned her blades off and mounted them back on her hips. She didn't dare let her guard all the way down though.

Everyone was at different stages of their confusion and making sense of the situation. The only question that seemed might have answers right now was that stupid book in the middle. What the heck was it and why was it there. Why were any of us here. With any luck the book had the answers and Kitty wasted no time picking it up and reading it allowed.

"Pride, Wrath, Greed, Lust, Envy, and Sloth. Aspects present in almost every creature in the galaxy, yet seen as detrimental. Six will be chosen each one taking the mantle of a sin and inheriting their benefits making them stronger. Each one different from the other but together more powerful than anyone knows. If a sin should fall then the other sins may appoint a new one. The traits of the aspect you are designated will be amplified within you and can grant an ability associated with it. Once one becomes a sin aspect they can not relinquish, but can give it away to a willing person. Go forth and do great things by the will of the dark."

After finishing reading the last sentence aloud Kitty dropped the book as her consciousness was taken away to visions but mostly overwhelmed by feelings. Primarily feelings and visions of lust and desire. But not exclusively. With it was friendship, love, and trust. Beautiful things that felt as if she'd been incredibly enlightened in some way about some of the secrets of the universe. Lastly she heard a sultry and sensual deep voice whisper "Sin of Lust." Coming back to reality Kitty found herself having collapsed on the ground panting and hot. The strength of the feelings raging within her terrified her. Kitty fought to bring herself back under control.

[member="Valad Yar"] [member="Osiren Clarmore"] [member="Curtis Learchin"]

 

[Osiren Clarmore]

For a quick moment, Osiren prepared to slash down his blade at the furry one as she moved but the other’s were relenting their guard and Osiren let her pass. She read aloud from the book, each of them listening to her carefully. When she finished, the galaxy came out from under them.

Osiren was standing amongst flames, burning across a wasteland of wreckage and ruin. Starships burned like comets in the sky and faceless figures lay motionless on the ground as far as he could see. His blood felt cold, but harden like steel. In his head, he heard screams. They filled up his skull, beating against the bones like drums. His blade was crimson with blood.

His eyes were back in the temple. He tried to not move and in his head, the screams stopped and he heard a single, low voice.

“Sin of Wrath.”

[member="Kitty"] [member="Curtis Learchin"] [member="Valad Yar"]

 

[Thom Naudir]

Valad Yar took a step backwards as two of the group seemed to suddenly lose their focus. Like a wave in the Force emotions began pounding at his mind, pure uncontrollable desire and rage beyond reason. A second later Valad Yar threw up a protective barrier around his mind, a practice taught to him by a small coven of witches on Dathomir. With the barrier up in his mind he took a step towards the downed two, confident that his shielding would protect him from whatever was affecting the others. He reached his hand out to [member="Kitty"] to try and rouse her, just before he made contact with her shoulder...

Valad Yar jerked back, suddenly finding himself in the Nadariga back on Corellia. But it was not how he remembered it. The walls were covered in rich tapestries and inlaid with numerous different colored gems. The blaring music of the speakers had been replaced by a beautiful symphony orchestra playing on a hovering stage at the back of the Main Hall. Everywhere he looked Valad Yar saw the fruit of his labor. Years of effort and sweat poured into the Nadariga to ensure that it prospered, and brought back plentiful return to Valad Yar. Everywhere he looked Valad Yar felt pride at all he had accomplished. All he had succeeded at. All things that only he could do.

"Sin of Pride."

[member="Osiren Clarmore"] [member="Curtis Learchin"]

 

[Curtis Learchin]

One by one the others collapsed, as if possessed by a force unseen to any of them. Curtis was the last man standing by only a few seconds, but it gave him enough time to say something.

"Night night." He muttered before he himself went under, falling through darkness before landing inside what seemed to be a library or archive. High above him stood towers of books and holocrons, all chained to the walls behind glass that wouldn't break. Projected onto this glass were records, details of ancient and powerful Sith with abilities Curtis had only ever dreamed of having access to. As he walked closer to the glass, the projections disappeared and the walls of the room seemed to move away from him, taking the knowledge with them. Curtis began to chase after the walls, as if giving chase after knowledge.

A low, quiet voice whispered in his ear.

"Sin of Envy."

[member="Kitty"] / [member="Valad Yar"] / [member="Osiren Clarmore"]

 

[Kitty]

The sith who she almost got in a fight with came over to help her out. She was still hyper ventilating from what she had just experienced, what she was still experiencing. She couldn't help but get flustered at his advance. He was pretty good looking for an older gentleman and for a sith seemed quite nice. Just before he made contact with her shoulder though he stopped, his eyes becoming unfocused. Looking around it seemed the others may have just gone through something similar. Kitty took this time to properly calm herself the demands of the situation taking emotional priority. She managed to push it to the back but that lust was still present, now just waiting for it's opportunity.

If she wasn't mistaken it seemed four of the sins had been chosen and it was up to them to chose the other two. Not very nice of whatever long gone orchestrator to do this to her without asking. Like she needed any more complications in her life. Kitty made her way back to the book to see what else was in it, but before she reached it suddenly she was teleported again, this time she was now in the middle of what seemed to be designed as a temple. That is a temple of steroid spice. The thing was freaking massive. Even the statues were huge probably, as tall as her parents royal ballroom. Her datapad beeped signaling that it had signal again. She used it to call her ship to her location. Would probably be quite awhile. She doubted wherever she was was anywhere close to Felecat. Looking around this place looked like it was designed to almost be a city but it was completely empty and looked like it had been abandoned for longer than she could reasonably fathom. Sith were so weird sometimes.

Kitty turned to the others that also seemed to have teleported. "I guess we are sin incarnate now? My name is Kitty. I used to be a knight of the sith assassins but haven't really stayed involved since they scattered to the solar winds.

[member="Curtis Learchin"] [member="Valad Yar"] [member="Osiren Clarmore"]