Private Stricken

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Space
Objective: Investigate the disappearances of Jedi
Tag: Kyrel Ren

The far glow of a burning sun shined brightly at the small shuttle that approached the shadowing colossus of the starship. Before them, it lay dormant, unmoving, and perfectly still. Reports suggested it was first sighted in floating space a short time after Tython. Not until reports of scavengers going missing did the Jedi finally investigate, in which they only shared the same disappearing fate. Many of their last communications were deep within the depths of the ship, a place where darkness could spread and fester on those who dared to disturb its hideaway. Unfortunately for Silas, he was being thrown right into it.

He and a group of Jedi flew at speed straight at the ship, their faces stone cold and silent from what was ahead of them. Silas was trusted enough to be a part of the search party by his master, who knew he wouldn't put his life on the line for the order if needs be. There was also the fact he was with multiple skilled Jedi, so the padawan was certainly in safe hands. As they all grew closer, he couldn't help but feel more on nerve from the whole thing. This wasn't a simple one time thing, this was multiple accounts of talented Jedi not coming back out. Whatever was in there clearly was something more powerful than they thought

"Everyone prepare yourself.... once we get on the ship we will stick together at all times. The troopers who have gladly joined us will stay back on the ship to cover our escape if needs be." he said before jumping up and looking at each one individually with his own concern "I fear we may be facing something beyond our very understanding. Silas, stick close to me in the middle, I want to keep an eye on you" the knight said to him. It was not that he didn't trust his ability, but padawans facing an unknown enemy was something that concerned him.

Without hesitation, Silas nodded to the command and glared out the window. He wasn't worried about what was ahead, but there was another thing that was increasingly becoming clear. This was no routine mission at all...

 

[Kyrel Ren]

In the weeks following Tython the Resurgent class Destroyer had wandered from world to world, at times it appeared over a world as if a ghost ship. One thing was certain is that death followed with the mysterious appearance of the ship. What was a relic of the First Order doing this far out one wondered? The Jedi’s curiosity and need to investigate was something that Kyrel Ren had counted on. Since the clash on Tython, he emerged as something else. The rare event on Tython spawned a new kind of monster, one that had echos from the past.

What was strange to anyone that approached the ship, it appeared abandoned, empty. The complimentary group of TIE Fighters that accompanied the ship still remained docked. It even appeared as if it was lifeless as a corpse, it’s power systems appeared to be shut down. There was of course this spine chilling sensation grew when one approached the ship.

Kyrel watched it all from the bridge, his hulking form still a sight to behold. Despite his hulking appearance the Force warped around him. Everytime the entity walked, it was as if his appearance was that of a shadow, an abyss that swallowed anyone and anything. Those that served under him were corrupted by the dark side. Made to be servants that answered and blended to the dark will of the Ren.

He could sense them, as they approached the belly of the beast he could taste them. Instead of his troops going to greet them, or even the Knights of Ren, they would all stay back. He gave orders through his corrupting will that the Jedi would come to him alone. All throughout the ship there was nothing but silence and darkness, barely any light to illuminate the hallway in deep crimson. There was an unsettling feeling throughout that could chill one to the bone.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

The ship slowly floated into the closest docking bay and eventually came to a halt. The troopers got out of their seats first and went to the ramp, where they all filed out one by one until they secured a perimeter close to the entrance. Before them was a pitch black hallway, shrouded in a layer of darkness that made it look like the ship had been left abandoned for years. Following the troopers, they filed out of the ship and all stared at what was to come, nothing but unknown awaited them in the ship.

"For a ship that has been seen in multiple areas of the galaxy, I'd presume it would have more light," Silas said openly, his words echoing off the walls of the corridor ahead "It's a ghost ship, Silas. When there's no life aboard no living thing will need light to survive" He stated. Right now the knight appeared to be right, but who knew what hid in the shadows.

"Troopers, stay behind and guard the ship for our return. If we don't come back in an hour, leave without us and contact the alliance of our situation"

With that, the Jedi formed in a loose formation and moved into the dark abyss fearlessly. At the same time, they all ignited their lightsabers and provided some light on their expedition onto the belly of the beast. Everything was strangely silent to the point they could only hear their own breathing, that alone put a chill down the young padawans spine. He knew something wasn't right, but right now Silas couldn't put his finger on what was forcing his body to react that way.

Their target was the bridge, a place in which they made quick haste too. Gaining control of such an important room would give them insight as to what happened here, and a possible solution to what happened to the ones that came first. Coming up to the entrance of the bridge they had not encountered anything out of place, other than the lack of noise and life that normally was included in a starship. Slowly, they carefully made their way in and stopped when the knight leading them raised a hand and turned to them.

"Something isn't right..." he said suddenly, his eyes darting between everyone in the group "No bodies, no sound, nothing. Doesn't that ring any alarms?" he asked his fellow Jedi, the hand around his weapon tightening in response to the stress he felt.

"I fear we are not alone"

Kyrel Ren ​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

The Devourer lied in wait. Too long had the Wrath faced multiple Jedi, and surely he hasn’t spent weeks attacking various worlds just to draw one Jedi. He was in truth seeking for Valery Noble, only through destruction could he hope to draw her out fully to him. Instead he was given a much better prize, a Jedi strike team that had come aboard his ghost ship. All around the dark halls was an eerie silence, no trooper or even the slightest hint of a droid that would clean the dark halls.

All around the ship was nothing but a sickening presence. As if Kyrel’s malicious hunger had spread through every piece of the ship, the crew not being the only ones that were affected. Kyrel couldn’t corrupt the Jedi, at least not in the short term. If one did spend so much time within the destroyer they would succumb to the dark corruption in kind.

As they approached the bridge, Kyrel turned around to face the door. The door soon opened, causing the Jedi to walk forward. Kyrel still covered in his armor, didn’t seem intimidated. His lightsaber was not even out in the open. The Wrath seemed convinced that not even a band of Jedi would stop him. He had to admit, the way the cautious Jedi moved closer to the Ren he felt his hunger surged. The midicloreans stirred in him a fire unlike any other, Jedi always proved to tempting of a meal to pass up. If they moved any closer Kyrel would drain them.

Stopping the cautious advance, he spoke boldly, his arrogance showing. “What’s this? A welcoming party just for me? You really shouldn’t have..” He said with mock gratitude followed by a deep laugh. “I suppose you expect me to surrender?” He asked the group of Jedi, raising his hands up to show the group that he was unarmed. Hoping to give them a false sense of security before he could devour them all.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

Soon enough, the knight's paranoia soon seemed to be proved. The darkness had covered Kyrels appearance to them when they walked into the room, but when his voice appeared behind the knight they all instantly snapped their heads and extended their sabers in the direction of the voice. Slowly, the master of ren appeared from his natural habitat and into their line of sight. All of them narrowed their eyes to the Sith in armour, clearly not amused by his cocky attitude that showed no fear at all from being outnumbered.

Silas was gently pushed to the back by the rest of the Jedi who stood front and center, instinctively beginning to form a circle around the Sith as Silas was motioned to stay out of it for now. They didn't want to risk a padawan facing an unknown entity like this, so it was only best if he stayed back to take in what they did in the situation.

"Well done, you successfully read our minds Sith. But you... I've felt your presence before" the same knight said, his eyes confused and unfocused as he looked at the man in front of him more "N-no... it can't be" he said in a lowered voice, almost in a state of disbelief as his blade began to raise even more "This isn't no ordinary Sith... right no we stand before the eater of worlds, a curse to all life as we know it!" he grunted to the rest of them, his hands slowly beginning to shake.

The padawan looked at the man in the middle curiously and could feel the overwhelming darkness flowing from him. In his young life as a padawan, he had not felt such dark power from a living person. He was almost an embodiment of the Darkside as a whole. Staying calm, he slowly raised his lightsaber up just in case anything happened. You never could be too sure around these people.

"You... you should be dead!"

Kyrel Ren ​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He stood there amused upon the realization of the Jedi. Over the past decade his reputation has spread across the stars, even more since then. One couldn’t help but notice a sense of glee and triumph in Kyrel’s dead eyes. The strike team’s confidence had started to dwindle, while the quiet aboard the Devourer was soon disrupted by an ear screeching howl of the bled Kyber crystals. Every now and then the crystals were inflicted with more pain to keep them always ready to attack. After a moment he spoke. “Not yet, but soon yes… As you will learn I’m far worse than Sith.” He finished with a smirk that one could tell through his death mask.

His hunger was rising to the point it was insatiable. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold himself back, to see such a strong group of Jedi was a rare treat. His fingers slowly traveled down to inside his armor, and soon held his lightsaber Vader’s Bane inside his hand. His eyes soon met that of Silas, who reeked of fear. The boy saying in disbelief that he should be dead.

His saber ignited, the bloodshine blade flashed, creating an eerie illumination of crimson. Staring down every member of the Jedi strike team, he gave them a sense that he would engage them in a duel. Instead he only activated his blade as if to humor them and mock them all the same. What came next was a deep laugh to the boy’s earlier words.

Speaking once more, his gaze never left the boy’s eyes explaining it as simply as he could. “I have died before… The Shadow is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural… Allow me to demonstrate.” There was a sickening chill that followed his words, and surround by darkness and corruption he made his move.

With a hiss, his death mask would fall away. What emerged was the scarred, stitched, ugly face of Kyrel Ren and yet something felt off about him. He opened his mouth, and there was nothing but a hollow emptiness. The void in turn would unleash a surge of dark energy that threatened to suck the life force in them. As if the monster would devour the very living force in them and turn it into something malicious. What soon followed was that every member of the strike team crumpled to the floor. The forms they had now were little more than lifeless husks. Husks barely breathing, but Kyrel seemed sated, powerful from consuming them.

All that remained now was the boy, his yellow gaze piercing into his very soul. Another screech of pain from the Kyber crystals echoed to break the silence. Soon a few Stomrtroopers emerged, the Crimson Hands covered in blood, horns, furs, barbarians one and the same. Silas would tell the stench of dark side corruption as they surrounded him with rusty hooks and blasters. “Prepare this one for interrogation.” Kyrel spoke staring at the boy as of intent on keeping him as his guest.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

Silas stared directly at the Sith, fear etched across his usually calm face as the Sith menacingly spoke to all of them. It was almost like he was enjoying this, toying with their emotions until they could bear no more. The padawan wasn't the only one feeling an overwhelming chill going down his spine, everyone present was starting to truly realise what they had stepped into. Even in their numbers, they weren't going to be any match for the monster that stood before them. The only people he knew stood a chance against such a force of nature were Valery Noble and Kahlil Noble and even they didn't keep him down.

The boy met the sith's gaze for the first time, his breath quickening slightly while he tried to look back at him with the most defiant face he could muster. What was coming over him... he had faced more menacing sith before and not felt an inkling of fear, but Kyrel was a whole other level compared to the rest. It was almost like fear had made him a friend, someone whose life resolved around destroying and shattering people's mentality.

With the ignition of his blood red saber, Silas took a few steps back in concern about what he was going to do to the Jedi. He was expecting them to strike at any moment and end this madness once and for all. Except, they were all paralyzed in concern of who they were facing. The deep laugh of the Sith only mocked that hesitance and the fear that was coursing through all their veins, they were in his world with nothing to defend themselves with.

Silas could only hear his shallow breathing as the Sith reached for his mask, one that hid a hideous weapon of pure hatred "We will not le-" however before the knight could speak defiantly the stitched face of the man opened his mouth. At the same time, all of them released a high pitched scream of pure agony. Their very souls were being pulled out of their bodies and Silas was being made to watch in complete dismay. He couldn't do anything... and before he knew it their empty shells fell to the floor in a heap.

"N-no... no no..." Silas choked out, falling to his knees and looking at their motionless bodies shell shocked. Within moments, many lives had been consumed in front of his eyes, many great, innocent lives he got to know well. Now it was only him, alone and surrounded by darkness that constantly barraged his mind. Around him, estranged troopers surrounded and prevented him from any escape. There was nothing he could do, it was either die or suffer at the hands of Kyrel.

"Y-you should have died... why didn't you just die?!" he gasped now as he felt the troops wrap their hands around his arms to roughly pull him up to his feet. Without resistance, his saber was forcefully taken from him and passed over to Kyrel for safe keeping.

"I-I will not break for you..." he said in a sobbed lowered tone as they dragged him away, preparing him for the interrogation that will test his true might...

Kyrel Ren​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel approached the bridge deck, the crews watched with a certain stoicism about them. As if the dark side had penetrated every corner from they’re being. They could only watch as Kyrel didn’t say much of anything. All he had to do was speak a whisper with the new wound. The Jedi crumpled before him into piles of robes, lightsabers and barely breathings hula of flesh. He took the living force from them and absorbed it into the black hole inside of himself. He gave a glance towards the bodies, he snapped his mask back into place.

A grunt came from his lips, the mask always putting him under constant pain. Needles digging into his necrotic flesh. Looking ahead, he saw no one but the boy that accompanied them. As the troopers moved to surround him, one of the Crimson Hands asked impatient. “Ain’t nothing for us tonight Boss? What about this one’s legs? He don’t need those…” He said giving Silas a savage look, licking his lips as if he found the Jedi boy to be an absolute delicacy.

Kyrel gave a harsh look to the trooper. “No! This boy is only alive cause I will it. You can eat whatever scraps are left in those bag of bones.” He said gesturing to the husks that were once Jedi that stood right in front of him. The trooper grumbled. “Scraps?? Aw oh well… whatever boss says.” He said defeated. The boy look frightened, while a couple of troops moved to grab the boy by the arms. “As I said. The dark side is often considered unnatural. That example stands here before you.” When the boy said that he would not break, Kyrel laughed. “My boy you will… One way or another you will.” He said unable to hide the sinister intent in his tone.

The boy was soon dragged forcefully across the dark halls. Still not a soul in sight, it seemed the Devourer was indeed a ghost ship. He was dragged, his feet dangling against the ground as he would try to struggle. Soon he was brought into the interrogation chamber. What was before him was a torture chair of sorts. Built by the old empire yet has been modified over the centuries. It had been used to dealing with Force Sensitives, Jedi being one of them. The troopers threw him forcefully into the chair. The shackles being put into place. What came next was the electric panels in front closing in to almost form a box within the chair. Like an electrostaff for the next several hours Silas would undergo excruciating electric shocks coursing through his very being. Kyrel would only emerge again after a few hours speaking to the boy he asked. “Are we comfortable?”

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

Silas could only watch in horror as each Jedi he boarded with was reduced to a pile of bones. With his eyes wide, he was shell shocked from the almost unmatched power the sith had. Kyrel had sucked the souls of his companions within a matter of seconds and left him all alone with only his mentality to defend him. When the soldiers pulled him up, he heard bickering of one of the soldiers to take his legs for dinner. The boy's lowered head was the only thing hiding his expression right now. How sick could these people get?

Surprisingly, the sith lord chose to spare his precious legs and keep him for something only he knew about. All that mattered was he was still alive, if it kept that way he'd always have a chance to escape. It was only a matter of if his mind would keep strong for that long. It had to... he could break now, after all this time. A shiver ran down his spine when Kyrel promised he would eventually crumble to the sith lord, and a part of him wanted to believe him. Keeping his head lowered he was finally dragged away to the interrogation room, a place where he'd spend the next seven hours in absolute agony.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he shouted with a strained yell, his voice tired and worn out from how much he had been screaming. Once the troopers had forcefully strapped him into the chair, they left him to get electrocuted relentlessly. They'd only be a few second intervals before another shock came, one worse than the one previous. By the time Kyrel came in Silas was exhausted and sweating heavily, a mixture of fear and pain that had forced the sweat out of his shivering frame.

Upon Kyrel speaking to him, Silas didn't answer him at first. Although, after tiredly raising his head to the sith lord he gave him a weak frown "Stop.... just stop..." he said in a lowered tone, a small whimper escaping his lips as he lowered his head down again. All this pain and torture reminded him of when he was being used as a slave by the criminals who had killed his parents. They gave no mercy to him, nor look after him like a normal person. They left him to starve and fight for his food, that in itself brought up scars that he thought he'd never see again.

"I-... I have no use to you...."

Kyrel Ren ​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel paced around in the dark room, watching how the boy had started to show such resilience after being stuck in the chair the Imperial Inquisition of old were known for. The giant figure of darkness looked over him like a shadow, all the boy would feel in this room was the cold. No doubt others had been in the same position as he was, although he can’t say they were alive by the time the Master of Ren had arrived.

He couldn’t explain why he kept the boy alive. Perhaps he wanted someone to know of him, in order to spread the tale of him. To feel fear along any Jedi that crossed his path was something he relished. He paced back and forthin an uncomfortable silence, he could feel his pain and wondered what else he would do. The Ren could divulge into himself, but he wanted to wait. When the boy didn’t answer his question his tone seemed to mock him. “Not the best accommodations eh? I’ll have you know boy that chair you’re in is to die for.” He said with a laugh at his own twisted joke about the interrogation chair he was strapped to.

When the boy whispered out that he was of no use to Kyrel, his joking move quickly turned violent. When the boy would look up again, he would find the large hand of Kyrel back handing him across the face, the force of the slap would cause his head to slam against the chair, moving he grabbed him by his cheeks, squeezing his face in his hand as Kyrel started to speak. “Oh no boy… I beg to differ.. Anyone that comes on board my ship with a strike team has something…”

He paused as he broke the grasp on the boy’s face, instead hovering a hand in front of him. Pulling deep into his mind with the Force, using a favorite technique of his he started to reach into his mind. “Resist all you want… No matter I’ll have what I want soon enough.” His tone took a sinister turn, as he reached through the depths of his mind, absorbing any and all the information he could gain, slowly filling him with pain as he ripped information apart.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

He couldn't lie, the situation was starting to look dire now. He couldn't stop his aching body shaking from the after effects of electrocution, nor from fear that was flushing through his body. Even so, the padawan was seemingly as reliant as ever to the monster's demands. Silas could feel his looming shadow cover him like an eclipse, a bitter cold soon following to signify further how dark this person truly was.

Silas heard the mocking tone and laugh of the sith, one who thought he had every power in the world over him right now. In truth, he did, but to what extent? just when he responded and raised his head back up a backhand hit him forcefully across his flushed face, snapping it unnaturally to the right and directly into the chair. The force alone was enough to send him into wonderland, with dazed and glassy eyes his head flopped downwards to look at the floor in defeat.

Although, Silas would get much respite when Kyrel grabbed him by his cheeks and forced him to look. The padawan groaned tiredly and looked at the Sith with half closed eyes, almost as if he was going to lose consciousness right there and then. Kyrel believed he was hiding something, a stark truth that could help him in his plans. Silas didn't know, but everything in his mind was a goldmine of memories and sadness that sith would yearn for. He was exhausted and already mentally drained from the whole ordeal, but he couldn't let him get what he wanted...

"N-no... stop...." he pleaded to the sith, but it was already far too late. Kyrel raised his hand and forcefully tried to barge his way into his mind, forcefully ripping out anything of use he could find. Silas whimpered quietly as his body strained from the pain he was putting him through. The power he was getting exposed to was almost all consuming, a type of darkness that was far different than anything else he had faced. Slowly, Silas looked back up to Kyrel with raging defiant eyes, using everything he could muster to stop him from accessing his secrets.

Soon enough, the padawan's struggles seemed to reveal something else to the Sith. Significant dark energy, not normally found in padawans was beginning to make itself known. It was seemingly growing from the dark energy shrouding the boy, and with every passing minute, it began to get more apparent. Silas was doing well to stop the sith from getting what he wanted right now, but he didn't know how long he'd be able to last, Especially when another side of him was taking its chance with this advantageous opportunity.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!" the padawan released in a venomous cry of resistance in a tone that could be considered to be a growl.

Kyrel Ren​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel had kept up the pressure of barging into his mind. Mind probe had been one of his earliest abilities back when he taught himself the Force. To follow the trails of secrets that mind held were too promising to pass up. He couldn’t ignore what the boy might be hiding, especially if the boy was trying to kill him. The boy struggled at first trying his best to stare at him. Kyrel’s own hand started to slowly close around into a fist.

All Kyrel did was follow deeper into his mind, he knew all too well in his long life of how he had been haunted by memories. The mind itself was a prison that could be the most effective weapon. The dead man could slightly move his fingers to send jolts of pain into his mind. The more the boy resisted the darker it grew. Kyrel was enveloped in it, and all through the mental walls he noticed the secret he carried deep inside of him. Before he could uncover it the boy lashed out.

The energy released in defiance caused Kyrel to break his hold. The man took a few steps back, he scoffed with anger. “You are strong, boy, but I know it’s darkness that only fuels the resistance. One way or another I’ll see what abyss is there. If I have to rip you apart I will! You will submit, or I’ll make you beg for death.” He said angrily as he slammed his head hard into the chair. He resumed his hold on him, this time there was no easing into it. He went in hard as if his gaze paralyzed his memories. Every wall torn apart to gain what secret this boy hid.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

It was hard enough to resist the overwhelming Darkside entering his mind. But the pain? it was some of the worst he had felt in a while. He couldn't let Kyrel have his way. If he did, the sith lord would have free reign to exploit every last piece of happiness left inside of him, as well as the worst "I-I can't... I won't you..." the teen said bravely back to him, his voice wavey and tired from the torture he had received so far from the monster. Although, the defiance wouldn't go unpunished.

Kyrel slammed Silas's head into the chair with force, the back of it snapping into the hard material he was sitting in. Within seconds, his vision blurred and his world twirled. His head had slumped to the ground, but when Kyrel resumed the same punishment the head raised back up to look at him once more. The teen's eyes were wide with pain and fear, along with a steady stream of tears that were beginning to fall down his cheeks. He couldn't see the sith properly, only the big hand that threatened to cover his face at any moment.

There was nothing he could do. And with that, his resistance finally collapsed.

The wave of darkness that entered his mind at once was enough to begin making his body squirm, not out of desperation but from the unnatural and agonising it felt from him ripping through his memories. Kyrel swiftly tore through every barrier that came before him, and now he was finally seeing what was being buried beneath the boy's walls. His first memories were the love from his parents, and how they treated him for the first thirteen years of his life on Azbrian. It was uninitially how the darkness inside had been hidden for so long. Without such love, Silas would have been a different person altogether.

But that didn't come with a nightmare, and that was the event of his family being buried alive in their house. The screams and smell of that day were still as fresh as when they happened. Not only that but the hopelessness and the sadness he felt on the gang's ship that used him as a tool for business. He had to fight for survival every minute of the day for a year, without the alliance finding him he probably would still be there suffering. Kyrel would feel that emotion in the teen himself as he went further, gathering anything and everything that would be of use. Sure enough, that's where he found out who he was with now.

Kahlil Noble and Valery Noble were two people who had looked after him from the beginning. Not as masters, but as parental figures. They treated him like their own, something which gave him a new purpose while they trained him to be the best he could be. They always kept him going, and that's why he'd always keep them close. But to Kyrel, he wanted to obliterate them after what they did to him. They should have killed him... how was he not dead!?

Soon enough, the sith was at the very back but most valuable side of his mentality. It was more shrouded compared to everything else, but within moments he'd be able to see the stark truth of who the boy truly was. Silas had ancient sith blood flowing through his veins and as far reaching as Valery's young days in the order thousands of years ago. To say his potential was great was an understatement, not just in the sith but everything as a whole. Yet, he seemed conflicted. He just didn't know who to turn to...

Silas had given up defending himself. Kyrel had achieved what he wanted, and now his fate rested in his hands. Sweat dripped from his face as he looked to the sith with a defeated expression, his eyes seemingly pleading with him to stop the torture.

Kyrel Ren​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel had bore witness to every crack and crevice deep into the Padawans own mind. To try and fight against the abyss was a mistake. If he gave in willingly he wouldn’t have to tear his mind apart. “You have been through much, boy.” He said looking deeper into the boy seeing his past. Kyrel to some level could relate to the boy, as for a time he lived under a family growing up under the rising shadow of the First Order. Unlike Silas he had chosen his dark path from the very beginning, he shunned the light from the very start.

“Ah, so you do know her… Know them… The Nobles… They make you feel like the family you never had.” He said as when touching upon the two Jedi it was like a dragon had awakened within him. “Did they mention how they killed one of my Knights? How she had left me for dead at the center of Tython itself?” He said as his grip tightened on his mind, his tone ad risen violently. “They should have killed me… But here you are another mistake.” He spatted out with venom. He went further into the boy’s own mind hoping to pry something else of value, if his connection to the Nobles wasn’t enough there had to be more.

Then when he found it his hold loosened on him. “Something more… Not Jedi, but Sith…” He said Sith as if it was a vile word, a taboo word which he himself hated. When the boy looked to him for mercy he relented. His palm had been pulled back breaking the connection. “Perhaps you can be of use to me after all. You’re Shadow is buried deep inside of you, boy. I’m going to get it out of you.” He said with sadistic glee as he gave him a moment to recover. His looming form paced around him slowly.

Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

Kyrel was right, Silas had been through a lot in his life. Before becoming a Jedi, he lived a relatively normal life for a kid, but after the murder of his parents and captivity, things seemed to take a nosedive until the Jedi found him. One way or another, they had become his new family who tried to make him into the best person he could be. The Maw or the sith would have never given him such happiness, nor would he have found the people who cared most for him like Valery Noble who took him under his wing.

"Y-yes... they do..." he mumbled out to the sith with tired eyes, barely able to keep them open with what Kyrel was doing to him "They did t-tell me..." Silas said bravely "It-... it was a rightful death..." the teen finally stuttered out, pain etched throughout his tone. However, that ounce of defiance only seemed to bring more pain.

Silas felt like he couldn't go on, like his will to fight had been broken in two. However, deep down something was still screaming at him to keep going, to find hope in the bleakest of moments. Silas may have felt alone, but the force and his parents were going to be by his side till the very last breath. There was no way about it, he had to keep strong for his master and the friends he had made along the way.

When he finally let him rest, Silas leaned back in his seat and breathed heavily. He was aching horribly and tired from the torture he had put him through, but with newfound defiance lighting up inside of his soul he was starting to show that stone cold defiance he was known for "I-I have no shadow for you to puppet!" he grunted with gritted teeth, his head shaking to ward off the hopeless thoughts he was feeling. Like what Master Valery said, he was a different person from those before him. They may be the same blood, but that didn't mean he was going to follow the same ruthless path.

"Y-you may think you're in control... but soon you'll realize how lost you have truly been," he said with some venom in his voice, his head leaning forwards weakly "You're just a s-slave to your own hatred"

Kyrel Ren ​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel was intrigued by what he saw in the boy, not to mention that to some extent he proved to be defiant towards the Master of Ren. When after he was done probing the boy's mind while he had no love for Sith, he found that the boy's darkness could prove to be far more useful. A bloody smirk would spread across his stitched blackened lips. In a way with how delighted he looked, he seemed more horrifying pleased than he seemed to be in the throes of rage. He laughed when the boy denied any semblance of darkness inside him. Laughing as the boy seemed to mock Kyrel or attempt to provoke him, and still the Master of Ren approached the boy carefully.

Pressing his clawed fingers to the boy's head it was as if he was putting some of his darkness inside the boy. His void filled eyes stared into the gaze of the young man stuck in the chair before him. "Slave? You misunderstand i've grown more powerful. Even in life I never thought I would arrive to this point. You however are simply a pawn of the Jedi Order. Your Master... Valery is the one to blame for what is before you. Her attempts to kill me has led you to me, and where is she now? Face it boy she has abandoned you... Left you in my care for the sights I have to show you are nothing compared to the Jedi.. I could create you like me. Wrench you back from the edge of death and life into something else." He said trailing a clawed finger across his skin quickly drawing blood.

Taking the drops of blood on his finger he pressed it against his lips. Tasting the blood, and his gaze didn't cease from the boy. His hand soon clasped against the boy's forehead shoving his head back into the seat. "A slave once in life, but now I am the Master... Soon the whole galaxy will tremble before me..." He said so close to the boy that he could smell the sweetened stench of death wafting off of him in waves.


Silas Westgard

 

[Silas Westgard]

In all the times since becoming a Jedi, he had never found himself in a situation like this. Being strapped to a chair and tortured was something he never thought of happening, but now a nightmare was quickly coming into reality. Exhausted, he did his best to keep his tired eyes on Ren as he approached, clawed fingers soon digging into the side of his head. Silas's wide eyes glared back at the monster before him, knowing full well Kyrel could end his life at any moment.

His teeth gritted and his lips quivered from the words he was saying, ones that were trying to say it was all his master's fault for getting him into this mess. It wasn't Master Valery's fault... she did what she had to do to stop him from sending the galaxy into chaos. If anything, it was his fault for not telling the others to run and return to the ship while they could. Kyrel on the other hand was creating Valery into some kind of wretched villain. Suddenly, one of his claws swiped across his cheek to draw a yelp and a stream of blood to fall down his face. It hurt... everything Kyrel did to him was pushing him further than ever before.

Slowly, the teen looked back to him and tried to calm down his heavy breathing "N-no... I am my own man. I chose the path I walk on" he said quietly at first, keeping his half closed blue eyes on him "My Master did what was right. Without her being there with Kahlil you would have killed countless amounts of people." the teen continued bravely, the towering presence of Kyrel intimidating him every step of the way "If I am to be the one to pay the price for the safety of others... so be it" Silas finally said before his head was pushed back into the seat from where it came.

All he could do was sit there and look back into the eyes of death itself when his face was only inches from his. It was still unknown as to what Kyrel had planned for him, and to Silas, that's what was truly terrifying him. Trembling, Silas could only tap into one feeling that kept him going no matter what. As long as he kept hope, there was always a chance to survive another day.

"As long as people like Valery stick around... you will never bring the galaxy to its knees"

Kyrel Ren​