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Bad Dream

Kiln

The Survivor
Kiln watched as Praelior's ship flew overhead and landed off in the distance. Had it been two months? He had just started to like it here. Lifting his arm, he examines the shield he made for himself. Looking at every tear and bend and scratch he had collected over the last two months. There had been a large animal tooth lodged in the top for a while that he couldn't pull out. As he admired how many times it had saved his life, he remembers his shield back on Coruscant. The one that saved him from the Sarlacc. Growing determined once again, Kiln stood up and abandoned his camp, heading toward the ship.

It was a about a day of hiking before he finally found the ship. There were some of Praelior's men standing at the base of it, near the entrance ramp. Kiln climbs a tree nearby and scopes out the area, staying out of sight. As he looks at the men, he notices one of them is the man who's lightsaber he had. He was probably going to be pretty angry about it, and there was certainly no guarantee that Praelior wouldn't have him locked up again if he just walked into the ship. No. This was where he was strongest. It was time to topple the king from the hill.

Kiln jumps across the trees and moves further away from the ship, searching for a nearby swamp he used as one of his hunting grounds during his time here. Standing on the branch of a tree overlooking the swamp, he spots a pack of four Acklay dipping their heads in and drinking from it. Definitely something to avoid. Kiln grabs the lightsaber off of his belt and activates it, focusing on the closest one before tossing the saber out into the air and guiding it with the force to strike it on the creatures back. The creature shrieks and the other three raise their heads, staring at the lightsaber as it floats back to Kiln. Grabbing the saber, Kiln starts heading back toward the ship, jumping from tree to tree, and the Acklay burst into a rage and chase after him. After making it back to the landing zone, He climbs to the top of a nearby tree and leaps off of it, landing on top of the ship, and after a moment, the rampaging Acklay burst through the jungle and spot Praeliors men at the base of the ship, and charge at them in an angry frenzy.

[member="Darth Praelior"]
 
[member="Kiln"]

The reports of an ackley attack had her interest brought around. Sitting in the one seat as the blackblades spoke she looked at the captain. "Your men know what to do." He gave a nod, they had been trained by Kaine to take down leviathan's a bug while vicious compared little and her senses flared. "Ah I see." Balaya remained seated while she focused on the force, letting her armor gleam and her senses expand while she sent out one thing. Puffs of smoke to form into a demon of sith magiv, shapeless, formless until it found its target and took the shape of their greatest fear buried deep feeding off them and using it unless someone stronger could dispel it. Sneaking up on zeltrons was a tricky business after all and in a ship built for her powers it could become dangerous.
 

Kiln

The Survivor
He watches as the Acklay catch the men on the ground by surprise and tear them apart, but it wasn't long before more of Praelior's men came running out of the ship and proceeded to put the beasts down, one by one. Kiln jumps off the ship and lands on the ground, rolling forward onto his shield to take the impact of the fall. While the blackblades were distracted, he ran up the ramp and into the ship undetected.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdebQ-y15Dg

As Kiln moved through the ship he stayed out of sight, running from cover to cover as he made his way toward the bridge. Remembering where they brought him, he passes the door to the drop pod he was sent away in and continues in the direction Praelior had gone, before coming to a walkway that overlooked the ship's bridge. Kiln peeks into the walkway, looking down at the room below to see four blackblades, the ship's captain, and [member="Darth Praelior"] sitting in a throne.

Seeing a blaster on the captain's belt, Kiln reaches out with the force and grabs the gun making it fire into the captain's leg. As the captain yells out and falls on the ground, the blackblades all look over to him while Kiln jumps off of the walkway and lands on one of the men, breaking his spine. The other three turn around and take out their lightsabers, but Kiln jumps into the nearest one and takes him down before he can activate it. He raises his shield arm up and smashes it down onto the man's head, crushing his skull as the other two move in. Kiln grabs his lightsaber and activates it just above the shield, cutting the vines that secured it to his arm, and quickly rolling to the side, just as the blackblades swing their sabers down at him. Without the extra weight, Kiln's speed immediately doubled and with one swift cut he severed one of their legs. One man falls down screaming and the last one locks blades with Kiln. They fight for a moment, but before long the blackblade dissarms Kiln and force pushes him into the wall, holding him there and gripping his throat. Kiln puts his hand on his throat as his airway closes shut, and struggles to breath while the man moves closer to him, tightening his grip. He sees his shield behind the blackblade and reaches out with his right arm, gripping onto it with the force and sending it flying into the back of the man's head.

The blackblade drops to the ground unconscious and Kiln gasps for breath, coughing as he stands back on his feet. He reaches out and his lightsaber comes up off the ground and returns to him as he slows his breathing and then looks at Praelior on her throne. "Did I pass?" He says angrily, walking toward her when a cloud of black smoke comes out from behind the throne and surrounds Kiln, covering him in darkness.

Suddenly, he was back inside the Sarlacc. He couldn't move. It felt like his own blood was boiling him from the inside out. As his eyes widen in horror and his skin turns pale, he drops the lightsaber and falls to his knees, clutching at his face as he screamed in pain.
 
[member="Kiln"]

Balaya sat there and looked more amused as the blackblades were killed as she crossed one leg over the other. He was working quite impressive well enough that she would be enjoying the moment while her hands drummed four beats on the arm pad. Then he was upon them more and coming to a rest in front of her, his hand gone and replaced with a shield, his voice angry. "Well." THen he was screaming and falling to the ground as she spoke. "Medics." A man rushed into the bridge and she spoke. "Seems our newest recruit has goen two months without a hand we are going to have to fix that and make sure he is cleaned. I don't want to have him smelling up my ship. As for us we shall be heading now to Tantorus." The men gave a nod fo their head while she sat back down and with her hand brought the smoke demon to her the darkside energies flowing into her hand. "Now go with the medics and rest. THey will like seeing how much spirit you have."
 

Kiln

The Survivor
The visions of the Sarlacc slowly fade, and Kiln slips in and out of consciousness as the medics take him away.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBW_R61WGYU

Kiln opens his eyes and sees that he is laying on his back in the middle of a beautiful green forest. He looks up at the sky through the trees and then over to his right hand, seeing that it is back to normal. A shadow comes over Kiln and he looks up to see a woman wearing the same green clothes as him, holding her hand out to help him up. As he reaches out to take the woman's hand, Kiln sees his own hand is now just a metallic skeleton. As the lady pulls Kiln to his feet, he looks on in horror as the forest around them starts to catch fire. The fire quickly spreads and grows, turning the lush forest into a hellish inferno, before burning the woman into ash.

Kiln wakes up in a rage, laying on a table in the medical wing of the ship as droids finish attaching a mechanical hand to his right arm. He lashes out with the force, throwing the droids across the room and smashing them against the wall repeatedly as the medics flee the room in fear. Clenching his new lifeless appendage, Kiln stares at the hand, feeling the darkside flow through him like a raging fire.

[member="Darth Praelior"]
 
[member="Kiln"]

Balaya could hear the commotion while the ship was in hyperspace and she spoke over the comlink. "YOu know when this ship was built the sections in case of outbreak are designed to detach namely med bay and bio-research. Unless you want to be floating in a seal box in hyperspace where no one will find you I'd suggest you calm dog." Her face showed no amusement while tapping and letting the droids remain there. No blackblades just the ones who needed to attend the apprentice. "We are on our way to Sith space, I'd suggest you calm down and tell me if your ready to begin."
 

Kiln

The Survivor
As Praelior's voice came over the comlink, Kiln stared at his hand contemplating his situation. It was obvious now that [member="Darth Praelior"] was far more powerful than he thought. If she wanted to, she probably could have killed him a hundred times over by now. But instead she cleaned him up and gave him a replacement hand for the one he lost. Kiln opens his prosthetic hand and turns it over to see a triangular panel on the back of it. He examines the hand for a moment, moving it around and getting comfortable with it before turning to the comlink. "... Begin what...?"
 
[member="Kiln"]

"If your ready to begin your servitude to the dark lord and his goal." Balaya continued to sit there as the ship came out and was over the sith world. Arid and filled with Massassi who could test many. "We will be arriving soon and your instruction among the sith will begin." Her laugh came while the ship made its way towards the planet and touch down in the wastes near one of the large pits of warriors practicing for battle.
 

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