Big things have Small Beginnings

[Kyrel Ren]

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Kyrel Ren was undergoing maintenance, as usual, his mechanical limbs were in constant need of sometimes weekly repairs and so he would always head to once were Vader's Quarters now his own to get them. His long hair dangled as he grimaced in pain. He slowly started to recover but it was the dark side that he was able to accomplish this his constant hatred for the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi that served them would always give him strength after both his arms and legs were snapped in place to his nerves. He had always tried to concentrate on something else to pull him through, but still, he would always go back to reality. So far all he knew was pain from growing up in poverty on Dosuun, serving as a TIE Pilot where he was blown up and transformed into a mechanical monstrosity and became a servant of the Supreme Leader. He had remembered on how he survived the Battle of Kaeshana, and earning the rank of Knight of Ren, and killing a Jedi Padawan, but not without suffering himself and was left for dead with his Lightsaber stolen. He had remembered how he fought in the Battle of Mustafar, and how he was possessed by the ancient Sith Spirit Darth Thaxsis deep within the Sith Temple underneath. He had beaten the spirit in a battle of wills and undergoing a series of trials. He had even found Lord Vaders armor and claimed it as his own as Vader's Successor. He had now remembered his recent defeat during the Battle of Skor II and was nearly killed. All his life he was molded by pain, and thrived in it but found the power within it for the price of power was pain.

He was then given his armor, the mask snaps to a hiss and all that was heard was the mechanical breathing and then emerged from the table walking around a little to get used to the feeling of his legs. He had sensed something in the force afterward, and spotted a transport ship which looked to be Black Sun, but wondered what could they doing here, but it did not matter as the force alerted him of something most intriguing. He had waited for the transport to handle it's business and then depart. He was most curious about what would happen and had a feeling this could be the work of the Force.


[member="Atani Bril"]

 

[Atani Bril]

As fate would have it, it was one of the Black Sun's regular shipments to this world - a small gesture by its kingpins who preferred to stay on the good side of a dormant Dark Sider, let alone an accomplished veteran of the venerable Knights of Ren. Fifteen minutes after landing it was evident that most of the shipment was nothing out of the ordinary - spare parts, light weapons, Kolto, spice, the usual case full of credits, and a few choice, healthy slaves. Something stood out, however - or rather, someone: among the slaves. The Black Sun was in the business of trafficking slaves, this was true, but due to the poor pool of sources, it wasn't always the case that the slaves would be of a higher caliber.

Stepping first down from the light freighter's docking ramp, Atani's deathly white skin nicely matched the unappealing volcanic world's stale colors. Elegant markings and tattoos seemed to run down her lekku as she stepped out, seemingly more defiant than her other companions who kept a low, bowed posture with their eyes to the ground. As unseemly and shameful it must have been for Atani to be shuffled around wearing little more than the skimpy dancer's attire people were so accustomed to seeing Twi'lek girls in, she didn't seem phased in the least. By all means, she was used to the feeling at this point. After a decade of slavery, she knew better than to hope for anything better than what to normally expect from clients who specifically ordered pretty slaves.

Stepping forward, Atani looked around with apparent disdain at the planet before one of the sentries tazed her with a riot stick. Besides a light wince however, she didn't really seem to notice it. The smell of burning sulfur made part of her just want to jump back on the freighter, but she also knew that this gig could be good.

After all, someone who stowed away on such an unappealing rock such as this one surely had something to hide.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel watched on the holo as the ship landed not far from the Castle. He was most curious as he folded his arms across his chest, and so watched as what looked to be brought was Twi'lek Slaves. Slavery was outlawed within the First Order. Kyrel knew of this much but he always knew that crime had a way of getting past certain things. He looked to the guards that served the Ren. "Escort our guests inside if you can please, and make sure the thugs leave as well before I lose my patience." He said as he saw the slaves reach the entrance of the Castle. Kyrel was most intrigued as he did not seem to encounter slaves before, and would not know what to do with them. He would most likely find out when they arrived. Before he turned and walked to his meditation chamber. He looked to the guards again and told them coldly. "I will go meditate, escort them inside either to the meditation chamber or my quarters." He said and with that, he walked in a stride towards the meditation chamber. Within it, his armor was slowly removed as he was placed into a bacta tank. The cool liquids offering him peace through his charred body, and the constant pain. He had often wondered what it was like for Vader and even thought what it was like as he looked out a window seeing the same spot where Vader was defeated by his mentor Obi-Wan Kenobi. He stayed there closing his eyes as he focused on finding peace and waiting for his guests to arrive.

The Ren Guards walked outside to the dark and hellish landscape seeing several Twi'leks. They raised their weapons towards the criminals dressed in dark cloaks and cowls they said as they looked to the slaves. "Your kind is not permitted here, Lord Kyrel will handle these guests. Now leave." The criminals looked at them fearfully and some even wished to argue but chose not to as they left the slaves there and walked back. The guards started to escort the slaves inside. They said darkly as they walked inside the place, the dark side of the force surrounding every wall and doorway. "This way to Lord Kyrel's quarters. That way is to his meditation chamber if some of you wish to see him." One said as he offered the choice of heading to the meditation chamber, or Kyrel's personal quarters. At this point who knew what would happen

[member="Atani Bril"]

 

[Atani Bril]

It didn't take much deliberating to choose the meditation chamber, as Atani had learned that firsthand invitations into one's quarters didn't bode well - or it meant there wasn't much to take; most of it was probably hidden. Upon leaving the other slaves to their fates, she decided to take up the guards' offer and meet the master of the household, or at least see where he meditated. The corridors were cold to the touch despite the heat emanating from the planet's surface, which struck her as odd. Despite being in little more than her dancer's costume, and cuffed on top of that, she strode with an air of defiant arrogance and insistent curiosity - her eyes stayed sharp and didn't seem phased by either hunger or thirst, and her skin, however pale, didn't flake or dry under the cold breeze of the castle.

After finally being shown in, and observing nothing more than a huge bacta tank at the center of the room, Atani couldn't help but stare as she quietly stepped forward with her bare feet. The guards had left by now, leaving the Twi'lek to hover by the side of the facility, where she preferred to stand to stay out of the light but at the same time keep her distance nonetheless.

"Is.. anybody here?", she asked as she looked around. Her nonchalance seemed to fade with each passing moment, as it dawned on her that her next master may not necessarily be another perverted old geezer. Something more ominous seemed afoot here, and she'd most likely have to rethink how she'd approach this one.

Most slaves, after all, ended up dead. Atani wanted nothing less than to flourish.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel was lost within the cool liquids of the meditation chamber. The steam that was rising from the lava rivers below were covering up the bacta tank. Kyrel did find some sense of peace and for a while didn't have to concentrate on the dark side to keep stable the force giving him all he needed. He usually thought of his past memories whether it was his old self as Thomas Kyrel or as the mechanical monstrosity Kyrel Ren. This might have been one of the only places where he was able to actually think. Within the chamber, all that could be heard was a deep mechanical rasp as mostly the guards would protect Kyrel in this vulnerable state but for now was preoccupied with their other guests.

He remained silent as the dark side was not a fire within his veins, but it was a beast that just remained dormant within waiting for the right time to be let out. All of a sudden he saw what looked to be a girl, a young Twi lek dressed in revealing attire and shackled like common slaves of her kind. She asked if anyone was in here for which then Kyrel opened his eyes and with the command of the force, the bacta tank started draining revealing Kyrel damaged form. He was brought up by two mechanical arms his form human but covered in cybernetic implants he only recently had his flesh be regenerated which was a time-consuming process. One by one his metal limbs were snapped in place with his nerves as Kyrel let out a slight grunt in pain. He then dropped to the floor and then was covered by a long black cloak. He looked at the girl and saw her with his real eyes instead of his armor. He spoke in a cold raspy voice and tried to sound somewhat kind through his damaged vocal chords. "Greetings girl I had wondered when you would come. You won't be needing those. I am Kyrel Ren lord of this castle." He said giving a slight wave of his fingers and through the force, her shackles came off and fell on the floor. And despite the atire, he eyed her up and down with his cold, black eyes.

[member="Atani Bril"]

 

[Atani Bril]

It was almost ceremonial. As the bacta drained away, Atani froze in what was part awe, and part dread. She'd seen cybernetics before, but definitely not to this extent. Nevertheless, the Twi'lek tried to maintain her composure. With her arms crossed and leaning onto one leg, she silently watched the being disengage from the tank and robe himself as he approached her. Few stranger things in the galaxy, she couldn't help but say to herself in her mind. A little shiver ran up and down her spine - either from the cold or from terror. There were few tales of these powerful beings down in the slave quarters where she worked. The only real account she had was of these anti-Jedi cutting down warriors in the thousands. Back on Ryloth, they could tear through entire squadrons of the finest Twi'lek guards.

She was just about to scream, but as the being suddenly spoke and her shackles dropped to the floor, Atani was dumstruck. She pulled her hands up, looking at her opened palms as she felt herself up to make sure she was still alive, and then looked up at [member="Kyrel Ren"].

"Y-your eyes. They're gone!"

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He looked at her his eyes going from black to a yellow hue. He stepped forward as he felt fear from her. He knew this girl was just shaking, itching to even scream, but that did not matter. He was now standing covered in a black cloak, his eyes not gone but covered by the cowl of the cloak. He just looked at her, and she merely looked at him frightened as if she saw a ghost. He didn't blame her as most didn't see him out of his life support suit, for all that anyone did see him out of it was his charred and damaged body. He still had hair of course, but that was even starting to disappear. He didn't say anything as she said in what sounded to be a voice filled with fear and that she said that he was missing his eyes. He found this very humorous she clearly didn't get a good look at him, as she was too overcome by fear, and if Kyrel knew better he would say she was quite attractive.

He gave a laugh which sounded almost sickening coming out. He then reached out with the force to see what was so special about this girl, and then found out something most interesting. She was very strong in the Force, Untrained but very strong. He looked at her for a moment and gave a smirk as he said coldly. "Oh they are there.... You just need to take a closer look. Do not fear me, as I will not harm a pretty little thing like you, and you will be my guest instead of some Slave whether you know something like that especially with those revealing clothes you have on is little to say, but please calm yourself. You have no reason to tell me. So tell me who are you, and why and what you are doing here. I have no idea what else to do with the other Twi'leks but you look very interesting." He said placing his cold metal fingers on her face touching her chin to get a better look at her.

[member="Atani Bril"]

 

[Atani Bril]

That odd, soothing intonation in the creature's voice seemed to contradict the deadpan and almost cybernetic sound of his vocal chords. Evidently it was a male, but Atani was having difficulty discerning whether it was painful for the person. She took no note of the male's remarks about her attire however, as she was way past that at this point. The cold sensation of his robotic fingers against her face as he seemed to inspect her didn't phase her either, but she could at least admit to herself in secrecy that some part of her was terrified. Her intense, crimson eyes kept looking up at his now pus-yellow irises, part as a gesture that she wasn't backing down, but also because there was no place to look.

"Who said I was afraid?", she bravely tried to muster, although it was little more than a fib. The tone in her voice seemed aggravated, almost like an instinctual defense mechanism against some impending threat. "The other ones will have their uses I'm sure. They're no use to you dead."

Atani then calmed herself, and with a small shaking of her head, began to talk again. "My name is Atani Bril. I can do a lot of things. I can dance, I've been trained in the arts of masseuses, I can work with droids, and a little bit with ships. But I suppose the proper term for me is slave."

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel barely stifled a laugh as he for a moment kept his fingers on her face feeling her smooth flesh, but did enjoy the tone of her voice as if she was trying to be brave. Kyrel couldn't help it and so managed a chuckle. He knew his form frightened her, and enjoyed her fear and revealed in it every second. He reached out with the force even to inspect her as she spoke and knew that this girl had a high force sensitivity, and yet even though she had little use to him the force may have said otherwise, and so he looked at her his eyes gazing into her's as if he was looking deep into her soul as she spoke saying that he would find a use for the others and that she was skilled in many aspects but the proper term for her was a slave. Kyrel smiled but scoffed lightly as he spoke wanting to know more, and how she could even serve him.

"You say you aren't afraid, but many have said that before dying at my hand. What use would I have for slave girls hmmmmmm. What use do I have for you? What would you do? You may be trying to act like a brave fool but a fool nonetheless when you are in denial of the form that is in front of you. So tell me Atani Brill what can you offer me. Make note that if I wish I can take your life at any moment so use this time wisely."

He said as he grabbed her chin to force her to look into his eyes. To make her see the darkness that was within him. He knew that he would find a use for her since she was force sensitive, but in all matter of speaking, he was serious when he wanted to know what use she would be to him along with the other Twi'leks and what was stopping him from killing them? But he had to admit he enjoyed this a lot that he couldn't pass this up and so waited for an answer from her.

[member="Atani Bril"]