Flashes of malformed shadows danced within Kyric's mind. He witnessed a surge of crimson he grew so accustomed to in the aftermath of his father's death. Bodies torn asunder by unseen power marred his vision, while the screams of the dying etched themselves into his perfect-memory with a vengeance. They echoed loudly and began to resonate not with one another, but the falling blade of the mysterious shadows. Bodies collapsed to the floor in a growing pile, and with each death, the vision became clearer.
When the last body in the impossibly long line lurched forward, Kyric glimpsed the scarred visage of Capris Halcyon. Her face bore the same look of abject terror mixed with betrayal she wore back on Coruscant the night before Solipsis' attack two years prior.
The crimson saber rose slowly from her corpse; drawn up in anticipation to strike again. It stopped inches from its wielder's face, illuminating her killer with crystalline clarity.
Kyric found himself staring back at him.
His one eye alight with cruel fury, burning the color of molten-metal. A sinister smile dominated his features. He found pleasure in the act of murder; of betraying not only his ideals, but the many oaths he swore in service to the Light.
The long line of bodies behind him was proof enough.
Without warning, the beast within himself struck out. The saber burned bright as it descended for his remaining eye. It cut through flesh and painted the dream world in shades of deep crimson and an ever-strengthening blackness. Kyric sunk into the depths with not even a scream, his mind drifting off into quiet-acceptance.
When next Kyric opened his eye he was greeted by warm sunlight and rolling fields of green. It took the better part of a minute until the kiffar realized the shuttle he boarded back on Naboo had finally arrived at its destination—Ukatis. He knew little about the planet, and even less about its inhabitants, but his dreams in recent days frequented the planet when not enveloped in visions of whatever future awaited Kyric in the event Solipsis and his Dark Side Elite managed to capture him.
Kyric shook his head and pushed himself up from his seat beside the window. He departed the shuttle with an absentminded nod to the pilot, his mind working in overdrive to smother the remnants of his dream to no avail.
Rather than fight the memories recklessly, Kyric sought a simple task he could lose himself within. A few brief conversations with local workers and droids pointed him to the fields of Ukatis. Manual labor had a way of cleansing his mind given enough time at work, so he struck out in search of some ditches to dig.
He soon found himself on the edge of a field where a single worker resided; an orange-haired cathar boasting a downright impressive physique.
"
Golly gosh, ma'am! You manage that from diggin' and plowin' fields yer whole life?" Kyric approached with an easy-smile, but it was evident to even the most inexperienced force users a conflict resided within the kiffar.
"
I'm lookin' to get my hands a lil' dirty if y'all got any more tasks in need of doin'."
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