I'm just F'n with you!
He was numb. Cast into the void. There was nothing here, not sound nor light nor any other thing - simply nothing. He lingered there for eons, time passing with no reference to measure by.
Like a lance thrusting forward into battle a pinprick of consciousness touched his mind. Haste. An all consuming, primal motivation began to take hold - he must survive. He would survive.
As the light came into focus a ringing filled his ears. Sound for the first time heard through new ears. The ringing continued, the sensation of pain gripping the body - his body. Alien. Unfamiliar but whole.
Pain again, this time more visceral - physical pain. Perhaps he was not whole but broken, yet a better alternative than his sure end. It had been a decision made in haste, in desperation. It had paid off in the short term but now he worried towards the future. As the ringing reached its height, his vision was overcome with a bright light - blinding in intensity.
A cough. A gasp. Sieger's eyes opened.
Some time after the events of "The Ghosts of Lothal"...
Everything felt strange, his body checking in with his mind, his motions clumsy as he fought to pick himself up from the ground. The haze began to clear, clarity of mind slowly returning to him and yet there was something off, something strange about the way he was seeing his surroundings, the sounds an odd tone, his body moving as if he'd never walked before. Frustration, an overwhelming sensation gripped at him, Sieger channeling the power he knew was there just beyond the surface. Rising to a knee, he attempted to get a gauge on his bearings.
At first he couldn't remember where he was or how he'd gotten here, the remnants of a recent battle scattered across the ground. His eyes were drawn to the right, more bodies. In an instant his eyes locked on to a familiar face, a broken body lay staring aimlessly at the sky - his face. Like a thunderbolt, memories came rushing back, coursing through his mind like a holofilm on fast forward. Information overwhelming cascaded over the man, body shuddering as he fought to maintain control - and then clarity. Unabashed and unfiltered knowledge and understanding.
He had succeeded.
The memory of their fight had been naught but a blur, where his opponent had gone was anyone's guess. Even now the sounds of a battle being waged in the distant echoed gently against his ears. It was unnerving to see his body broken, looking upon it with alien eyes. The essence transfer had been successful but even as he was overcome with elation he felt a sting at his side, a warm and rapidly increasing pain spread across his torso. *The host was wounded.* The realization stung almost as much as the wound itself, strange hands reaching down to his side to appraise the revelation. Exhausted as he was from the endeavor, he wouldn't be able to maintain himself in this host for long - there had been no other choice.
Stumbling clumsily Sieger cast a single wayward glance back at his shattered body before shoving off, footsteps carefully stepping over the fallen and the debris of battle. He needed to escape - given his current state, it was unlikely any of his own would recognize that the body he now possessed contained him. Little more than a wounded Jedi, perhaps not even a knight. The lack of hesitation he had demanded from his followers could very well be his own end. The irony wasn't lost on the Supreme Leader.
He would be able to do a more complete observation of his new host later, but now his priority was escaping in one piece. He made no attempt to find his knights, no attempt to find others, instead his eyes were set on one prize ahead. The tail fin of a shuttlecraft protruded upwards from beyond the small crest of a rise. That was his goal. Clumsily, Sieger made slow progress towards the shuttle. His new body was near crippled with pain, its injury inhibiting. Fear began to seep in at the edges of his mind, pain muddling his senses as a wave of nausea passed over him with every step.
It was a relief as he crested the rise, the immediate area around the shuttle empty, in the fog of war it had been deserted, several bodies strewn across the boarding ramp. It was fate it seemed - today wouldn't be his end.. at least he hoped... Hope. So strange a sensation. Was it just the new host, remnants of the mind he erased in its waning moments? He shook the feeling, dragging himself forward. Painful step after painful step he grew closer and closer until his foot rest on the plating of the ramp. A few more desperate strides and he was in the cockpit.
With a pained grunt, Sieger let his body fall into one of the seats, hands reaching out for the controls. Only a few manipulations later, the engines roared to life. He could feel what strength his host yet maintained fading - there was only one more task which required doing - one that was crucial. Uncertainty and doubt clouded his mind, an attempt at summoning him back to the chaos perhaps, but for now he held it at bay. Fingers carefully set forth a destination, another few strikes transmitted a code - a simple one - to Sieger's most trusted. To them it would make sense, to all others it would seem little more than garbled text.
Even as his fingers keyed in the transmit button, he could barely hold off the encroaching shadows at the edge of his vision. With the secret message sent and the coordinates entered, the shuttle rose before blasting off into the sky. Sieger hadn't even made it to the atmosphere before the veil consumed him - consciousness fading into the void.
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