Private Neverborn

[Baalagor]

There was nothing.

Then, a spark.

Air was forced into lungs that hadn't felt air until that very moment, the sensation not unlike her chest cavity lighting on fire as life was created in one instant. Before her eyes opened she hit the ground, falling into a mix of dirt, mud and rocks that did little to lessen the shock of being thrown not only onto this planet, but existence itself. As she took her first glimpse of life, what she looked upon was nothing short of utterly terrifying.

What surrounded her were monsters, plain and simple. They towered over her with twisted faces that resembled nothing human or sentient. When they spoke it was in an equally perverted tongue, but for an incomprehensible reason she could understand them perfectly. This one will do. Bring her.

She stumbled like a newborn foal as they pushed her to her feet, hemming her in on all sides as they marched to the palace that loomed above. By the time they neared their destination her muscles ached, not yet adjusted to supporting such a tall and gangly frame. Rest was not permitted, however, and they pressed onwards up staircases and through narrow passages until they reached a set of large double doors. Only then did they stop for long enough for the doors to be opened, her entourage continuing to keep pace as they entered.

Doubtlessly more conversation was exchanged between these beasts, but her senses were immediately overtaken by the monstrosity that resided within.

All she could do was fall to her knees as a profound darkness enveloped each one of her senses in a way she didn’t yet understand, seeping through her like a poison that sought to end her life one struggling breath at a time. A shadow loomed over her in the literal sense now, but all she did was keep her head bowed as shaking arms kept her off the ground. When she finally remembered how to breathe and could hear beyond the sound of her own heartbeat, something else overtook her entirely: a want to serve. To be useful. Needed.

That sole desire kept her there, as she awaited the only thing she now needed in life: a purpose.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

The scarred jungles of Gratos stirred - for a great darkness was afoot. Like a howling gale the Dark Side cut through the trees and over the charred wastelands where bubbling craters still smoked and boiled from a war long past. Over these wastelands the Dark Side twisted and called, pulled further and further by the invisible will of those who commanded it. Red and black wastes against became bile-green treetops, leaves slick with dew. Passed the muck, grime and blood did the power surge until it came to a cluster of obsidian towers.

Like black blades cutting through the landscape the jutting angles of each tower rose high into the air - each monolith crowned by a set of horns as if set atop the skull of a great beast. These towers sat in the shadow of a great mountain, one that rose from the canopy of the jungle to create a jagged, earth colored backdrop against which the pillars rested. It was here that the chaotic energies found their destination.

Deep in the darkness beneath the mountain. Beyond the shrieks of pain. Underneath a pale light on a dark throne.

Baalgor would be drug in by her wrists to this same sight, her new-spawned eyes pulled from the darkness of the caverns and thrown into the glow of torchlight. Darth Vulcanus, Dark Lord and Great Khaan, sat upon a throne twisted into the faces of screaming beings bound in chains. A rotting grin split the flesh of the beast's face as he turned sulfuric eyes to the priests as they drug in the filth - mud and bile still dripping from her bare form.

"Another one...and this one breathes" the beast rose slowly from its seat, the meat and metal of Ryv 's cybernetic arm dangling from its belt.

The priests bowed their heads and dropped to their knees, "yes my burning lord - the Immortal Wind has bred us a new servant"

Vulcanus stepped down, his shadow eclipsing the squirming worm that the priest's drug before him; "Servant or worthless bag of meat - as all the other failures you have brought me?"

The priest's were silent as Vulcanus' eyes dropped to the girl. This thing was but one of many experiments his priests had spawned from the flesh of the Jedi he had defeated at Korriban. He doubted she would please him any more than the last had.

Baalagor​

 

[Baalagor]

Her eyes slowly crept upwards, stopping just short of reaching the face of the monster that towered over her. No, not a monster. Something more. She could feel a connection between them like a chain that had yet to be pulled taut, and already she could feel it tugging at the base of her skull. It was this she was meant for, this throne and the one that sat upon it. That was her purpose, and nothing greater.

As the pieces fell into place she seemed to almost relax, her breath coming easier as the vestiges of her unnatural birth slowly dripped to the ground. She had her reasons for being alive, and that was all a being like her truly needed. The rest would follow, but it didn’t matter now. This was her reason for life, and for that she owed him everything.

From hands and knees she struggled to her feet, stumbling to find a center of balance on legs that didn’t seem to quite belong to her. Again she looked upwards towards the beasts face, this time recognizing it for what it was: a god made flesh. There was little other explanation for her existence, and the simple fact that she had been ripped from oblivion just because he willed it deified him.

More importantly, this was her god, and she was fortunate enough to have been chosen to serve him.

“Burz-Goth. How can I serve you?”

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

"It speaks without choking to death on its own bile" Vulcanus mused, sulfuric eyes locked with those of the spawn that'd been thrown to the ground before him, "impressive for lesser filth"

The pit spawn that had been brought before him had all convulsed violently before being bested by their weaker nature - their bleeding corpses drug to the rot pile in preparation for the next. Leaning forward in the obsidian throne, Vulcanus peered down at the whelp who coward beneath his shadow - its hair tangled and matted with muck and blood. The God of The Horde sniffed the air, sneered and leaned back in his throne.

It smelled of a vile mixing of his own kind with that of the lesser beings.

"Serve? How can I expect you to serve me? Frail. Weak. Pathetic." Vulcanus brushed away the question with a swing of his massive claws, "A God has no use for a being that cannot even prove itself worthy."

Baalagor

 

[Baalagor]

There was silence then, for his was a question she had no answer for. It had never occurred to her, in her short time spent alive, that her presence would be unwanted by the one she had been created for. It presented a unique conundrum that her newly formed mind wasn’t yet capable of processing, but did little to dissuade her. This was where she belonged, and she knew that. He was the one that had willed her existence, and so he must know this was where she was needed. Nothing else made sense.

But then, little about existing had made sense to her thus far. This was the only semblance of reason that she found in this world, and even that had already been threatened.

She searched her own mind for an answer to his question, coming up empty with any rational solution to what he’d asked of her. There was nothing her conscious mind could discern that would satisfy him, but the animal brain that existed beneath that was another matter. Whether she was wholly aware of it or not the Dark Side of the Force lived within her and permeated every cell of her being, and it was that she shared with the beast that sat atop its throne before her. They had that one thing in common and little else, but within the Force that was all one really needed.

It wasn’t her that did the reaching across space to him in the ethereal, nor was she aware of what sort of connection was being forged - or one that had been forged at the moment of her birth. But this was the only logical answer to provide him with, and it was the one he would get. Across the gap a bridge shaped entirely of darkness would form, one that solidified the connection that already existed between two minds perhaps more similar than either of them recognized or would willingly admit.

A gasp escaped her as that bond sparked, invisible chain she felt at the base of her skull tightening all at once. That same breath was released slowly, and she leaned into the bond that now connected them with a sinister certainty. She was worthy because they were one in the same, if not in flesh then in mind and in the Force.

Other Space Kaiden

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Ooze slipped between fangs as a wet, razor-filled smile creeped across the Great Khaan's lips. The darkside fluctuated, swelled and then overflowed like a greasy spill that slowly coated the entire throne room. The lesser being's mind reached through the empty air and bound itself to his - willingly chaining itself to his will and opening between them a connection. A burning fire ignited in the beast's soul as he felt the submission in the act. The absolute, unhindered drive to become an instrument of his will. Even his apprentices of old had not bent their very souls to his command in the way that this spawn had. She was what the priests had promised their god.

She was the perfect servant. The perfect slave.

Her purpose would be served well in the days to come. Mentalism among Sith was abound and a slave that could so easily, so naturally, harness the powers of mind could be easily used as another weapon in the arsenal of the hordes. "Good. The priests have managed to create for me my weapon then."

Vulcanus rose from his throne, his heavy foot falls shaking the room as he approached the young spawn - his shadow soon eclipsing her and her place on the cold cobbles. "Do you know what you are, weakling?" Vulcanus posed the question but left no room for answer, A slave and a thing to bring pain to my enemies. You are nothing more than an extension of my shadow born to be my property.

Baal'gor"

Born to be a slave

Baalagor