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Too Close to the Sun

V e n g e a n c e .
It was a dish best served cold, someone had told Cairyn at one point. He couldn't recall who had said that to him, nor how he had reacted at that time. He did, however, recall only disagreeing with the sentiment. Some people could like their vengeance as frozen as they wanted, but him? No, he was far too vindictive for that. He'd like his served nice and hot, without any cold patches in the middle.

That was what brought him here. To the heart of the Sith Empire, home of the man who brought him nothing but torment, all for a crime Cairyn hadn't even been aware he was committing until it was too late for any form of repentance. It was an encounter that had just about ruined the boy, one of which he was still reeling from physically. Emotionally? Well, that's all in the head, right?

But none of that mattered, not anymore. Because today he was putting an end to the monster, once and for all. Forgetting the fact that in terms of physicality and brute power he was sorely lacking, or that his plan hadn't included anything beyond simply getting here. He was determined to enact his vengeance, regardless of the cost or who he had to go through first. His determination would be both his sword and shield, there would be no room for failure. Besides, everyone loved an underdog, right? It might cost a few innocent's lives, but their sacrifice was one he was willing to make.

There was no attempt at stealth on the Teevan's part. The Orbalisks made such things an impossibility, especially in such a place so intuned with the dark side. The parasites reveled in it, almost quivering in anticipation for what carnage could come. Rather than attempt sneaking around, the boy hid in plain sight. It was a simple matter, really. There wasn't much more he needed to look the part of one of these Sith, his petite frame warped into a far more intimidating silhouette by his armor, his already pale face and dark mop of hair only adding to the illusion. His glasses, a necessary evil, took away from the illusion most. Regardless, he was here and more than ready to take on anyone who dared stand in the way of him and his so justly deserved revenge.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]
 
Ravelin, Bastion

​When it came to threats issued to the Sith Emperor these security risks were taken very seriously. There was a massive intelligence network in place whose duty it was to monitor potential threats, their credibility, etc. Absolutely nothing went unchecked they did whatever was necessary to end the most credible threats before they escalated. All of it ran through the office of the Shadow Hand to the Dark Lord. Only the most credible threats made it to his desk however and it was his decision on how they would be handled, what forces would be in charge of the job. Many of these dangers were handled over to the Saaraishash, others handled a different way.

But when [member="Cairyn Midore"]'s name came on his desk, he decided to handle this one personally.

They leaked a fake morsel of information through the network to undercover agents that would inform Cairyn of a location the Dark Lord would be alone, unscheduled private time. By the time that Cairyn had arrived on site the location was already prepped for his arrival. The Shadow Hand would be inside to personally handle and incapacitate the man while Crownguard teams with medical agents would be ready to seize him, and treat him depending on how severe the knights injuries were. Surveillance photos told him the knight was wearing a set of orbalisk armor. Incredibly resilient and powerful but the armor did have a weakness: electricity.

The structure that Cairyn was heading into was quiet, deathly quiet and devoid of any other foot traffic. There was only this storm of dark side energy, the aura of a powerful being that thickened the very air around him with the presence of the dark side. Only when the man was the same room did he step out wreathed in darkness, the aura of fear from his armor created a torrent of souls howling in agony, the sound was bone chilling. The only visible facial features of the man were his molten eyes that burned like hot coals radiating the luminous sulfuric yellow of the dark side "Did you think it would be so easy to just walk into the heart of the empire and exact your revenge? Pitiful creature." ​The Destroyer said delivering a blast of lightning towards the man. It wasn't enough to kill any of the orbalisks, it would be to cause searing pain though. Whether it hit or not he would shut the great doors behind the lad.

This was far from over.
 
No one in their right mind would accuse Cairyn of being the most observant of folk. He barged into places, usually completely unaware of any previous conversations he was interrupting. Details were often lost on the boy, observed then promptly forgotten about. His attention span, or lack thereof, simply didn't allow for much beyond passing thoughts and sporadic changes of focus. To him, the silence was nothing of note, the soundtrack perpetually running in the back of his mind covering that detail up. The concentration of the dark side was certainly sensed but misinterpreted to be his quarry. After all, no one could possibly know what he was up to, right? His grand scheme was just too perfect, only assisted by convenient happenstances. People always said he'd amount to nothing and look where he was now - deep in empire space, completely undetected.

There was a skip in his step when he stepped into the room, eager to let the carnage begin. His feet came to a halt as the being revealed himself, a mixture of confusion and disappointment being absorbed in the facial mask that didn't quite reach his eyes. With the being's reveal came a sense of dread cascading down on Cairyn's senses. This was a man that, if given the chance, would only spell out agony for the boy. "You're not him." It was a simple statement, his tone both full of emotion and completely lacking, like emotion itself was thin scarf worn only in decoration.

The brute's question brought pause to the boy. Did he really think he could just waltz in and get the justice due to him? Did he think he had that sort of skill set, resources? "Uh, yeah. I d-" his answer was cut short, interrupted by the burst of lightning coming for him. If there was anything he'd learned the last time he found himself in Sith space, it was that Orbalisks and lightning were not a good combo. He shuddered to think what that'd do to him now, especially since Orbalisks weren't the only parasites he was playing host to. Spurred on by adrenaline, aided by stimulants of both parasites, he dropped to the ground in an attempt to avoid the brunt of the lightning. It didn't save him from the entirety of the attack, some of the electricity still finding him, coursing through his system. The pain was immense, the boy giving a bit of a shriek as it did so.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]
 
​Orbalisks.

​​A strong parasite and a nigh impenetrable armor made famous through its usage by Darth Bane, its only weakness electricity. It pumped adrenaline and enzymes through ones body and by all accounts allowed the use to use that and the pain to fuel their strength. Couple this with the armor being impenetrable to a wide variety of blasters and lightsabers it made [member="Cairyn Midore"] a dangerous foe. While electricity was its most glaring weakness so was the often mind numbing anger it could drive the wearer into. The weaknesses were too strong the armor too impractical for the Shadow Hand to consider wearing in his duties. He needed to remain in control at all times always one step ahead.

Even now.

"Did you think you would find the Emperor just like that, that a street urchin would know and you would go off and exact your revenge? When your name came on my desk I recognized you Midore." ​Darth Prazutis said stretching out his hand he would attempt to lift the young man in the air through the force and throw him across the room into a wall with a heavy thud. Carefully he would attempt to use the force to focus telekinetic energy around one of the boys arms, he would try to break it.

"We'll prepare a special cell just for you. I'm sure the Dark Lord would be more than happy to resume your "treatments" again." ​He said as lightning began to cackle in his hand once more.
 
Avoiding the brunt of the electricity or not, the shock was far from a pleasant experience. Quite the opposite, actually. His previous go with Orbalisk armor that left the boy particularly sensitive to lightning's painful embrace. Before this round with the parasites, even the slightest of accidental shocks was enough to give the boy a shock himself. If what he'd just experienced left him in a bit of a daze, it was added on to as he was thrown to a wall, his form colliding with the structure, head making a particularly gruesome noise. As good armor as they were, the bugs had been stunted in their spread, a bit of a mask of sorts and a set of gloves protecting the boy's head and hands from being overrun yet leaving them exposed

"You have heard of me, though. I'm honored." He said through clenched teeth, glaring up at the man. He could feel the telekinetic focus on his arm, feel the pressure it applied that was a bit too tight for comfort. He fought back with a burst of his own telekinetic energy, probably a bit overboard, but control wasn't exactly something he was known for. It was the drawback of having no formal training. Self-teaching only got one so far, especially when patience and said teacher went together as well as oil and water.

He perked at the mention of the Dark Lord. A cell? Resuming treatments? That was anything but what he wanted. His whole purpose here was to end that monster after what had been done to him, not return to those horrors. He wouldn't stand for this, wouldn't let himself be taken, not without a fight. "No, no, no!" With each 'no' empasized in differint inflections, he burst into action. Taking up arms with lightsaber in hand, he crossed the room with what speed one could muster after the beating he'd already received, his every intention being to cut down his adversary for even suggesting he go back to a cell.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]
 
As [member="Cairyn Midore"] managed to break free and cross the room lightsaber in hand the Shadow Hand didn't so much as reach for his lightsaber. Whether this was out of some grand scheme, arrogance, or something else one couldn't tell. But the look on his face never changed as the parasite infested knight bore down on him, the realization of his soon to be fate fully in mind. The Knight had to have known what was coming as soon as the first blast of lightning struck, he was at a huge disadvantage this entire fight by bringing such a terrible vulnerability in the face of a Sith Lord.

Prazutis thrusted a hand forward and an arc of crimson lightning exploded from it filling the room with both its baleful glow, and the smell of ozone as it careened towards the young man. This time it would be a prolonged blast, it would truly push the boundary of what the parasites were able to stand, and it would be completely agonizing to the youth. If it struck the blast was enough to send him careening into a nearby wall once more. "Foolish and unrefined. I know a self taught cur when I see one. Everything you've done so far has been wrong." The Sith Lord said, lightning cackling in his palms.
 
Cairyn should've known that a direct charge would be doomed to fail. So long as he had the Orbalisks, so long as he had the Sraosha, he was vulnerable, something this Sith was all too aware of. With no beasts to control, no allies to coerce into helping, the Teevan's best and just about only chance was getting in close. He had to be faster than his enemy, more precise with his blade than he ever had before. Anything to grant him a blow, be it to the arm or legs or throat, would've been taken advantage of. He should've known the moment the Sith Lord had caught on to his horrid weakness to lightning that he'd be seeing a lot more of it. He should've taken that into account when he charged, holding back just enough to react in time to another bout of lightning, be it dodging or intercepting it with his lightsaber.

But who ever thinks about that sort of thing in the heat of the moment?

All the ground the boy had gained - and he had gained a fair amount, all things considered - was lost as the lightning struck him head-on. He'd been reckless, moving too fast on a one-track mind to duck or really do anything but take the attack. His body met wall once more, crumpling to the ground, sizzling and convulsing as the electricity made its way through him. The shrieks that were ripped from his throat left him with just a bit of a lasting pain when the lightning did indeed die down. This was a pain that he'd never get used to, each blast worse than before. He could feel the strain it had on all the parasites on his person, making the experience all the more painful for him. His body was barely enduring the strain, leaving him weak even when the lightning had finally left him. Even then, it was several moments before he could talk, a shake very evident in his words when he could manage them. "Why don't you come a lil closer and say that to my face?"

[member="Darth Prazutis"]
 
While it was entertaining the time for toying with prey was over.

There was a sudden palpable shift in the air that turned from suspense to sheer terror as the Shadow Hand stepp​ed forward lightning dancing around his hands towards [member="Cairyn Midore"]. He savored the moments of anticipation and allowed the fear to well up in his inferior prey who looked up helpless at what would come next, clueless as to what the dark one would do. This was just the sudden but violent start of an extremely painful road that the man would be going down. Once he was brought back to the imperial palace his journey would only get worse from there. They would snuff out the spark of rebellion in the boy like a torchlight.

"You may beg for death but you will not receive it. Your pain is only beginning Midore."

​It was all the Sith Lord said before he unleashed a ferocious blast of crimson lightning this time focused on one of the orbalisks on the boy's elbow. But this time as the threshold of pain climbed higher and the limit came closer he didn't stop. The sheer power of the lightning boiled and charred the orbalisk on top that protected the raw pink flesh beneath, it too scorched briefly by the Dark Titan's assault. When the lightning stopped the boy received no reprieve. The wounded one's lightsaber was called to the goliath's hand, carefully he crushed it and tossed it aside. The poison that now surged through his system wouldn't let him remain conscious for long, it was a massive dose. The last words he'd hear before he fell into unconsciousness were harrowing.

"Make sure he lives but just barely. The prisoner is to fight for every breath."
Some time later...

When Cairyn finally woke up he was in a cell dark and cold, he was stripp​ed of all clothing except the barest rags that clung loosely to his frame. But his cell was bone chilling cold and devoid of light, smell, all of his senses deprived while sound blared at irregular intervals to ensure he could never, ever sleep. Suddenly his cell door was thrown open however and a group of four Crownguard pulled him out, using shock sticks to keep him in line if he struggled. The boy was brought into a large audience chamber then. It was more intimate than the throne room and on higher levels in the palace, not that he even knew where he was. The room was lined with Crownguard and at one end of the room stood the man responsible for his pain and capture, but he stood with someone else at his side too.

A Butcher-King.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
 
The brute was drawing closer, just like Cairyn had been hoping. However, the boy was a bit preoccupied to offer the resistance he'd been planning to. The lightning never stopped its terrible assault, leaving the Teevan capable of only enduring, doubled over in terrific pain. His limbs jerked about, some ending up in angles that would be out of the question for your standard human. One could easily smell smoke, maybe even see it rising off the armor as he fried. If this kept up, it would only be a matter of time before something gave.

There was no time to respond to the Darth's words before the lightning was back again, more powerful and concentrated than ever. Cairyn's screams ripped through him with such intensity he scarcely recognized it as his own voice. He couldn't take much more, nor could the orbalisks, especially the one being targetted. The poor thing didn't stand a chance against the electrical assault, releasing deadly toxins into its host as it breathed its last. Orbalisks were great armor and all but they had few yet fatal flaws. And the giant had managed to exploit both of them. He'd find no resistance calling the boy's lightsaber to him, the hilt having long since been forgotten about among all the pain. Unfortunately, Cairyn couldn't offer much in retaliation, either, his entire being taking ill to the poison now coursing through his veins. This was where he felt it, perhaps for the first time in the boy's life. Fear, something so easily and so often faked for the boy's entertainment, now a very genuine feeling just about suffocating him, adding to the losing battle for consciousness. Several times in his life, he had imagined what it'd be like to die - was this it? In this moment, brutally defeated by the hand of a Sith he'd never seen before this day? He wasn't ready, there was so much more he had to do, so many more people had to know his name. Dying here, alone, he'd just fade into obscurity, forgotten by all. And that was perhaps what he feared most.

...

The moment he returned to consciousness, he was miserable. Reduced to a shivering form of bugs and bones, he remained curled up in a tight ball of sorts, trying to gather what little heat he could. His glasses were useless in the dark, pressing up against his face in uncomfortable manners that couldn't be helped with how tightly he'd curled up. The boy was utterly exhausted, sometimes nodding off only to be rudely awoken by that atrocious noise. The wait was as boring as it was miserable and that was perhaps the worst part. Still, the Teevan wasn't about to let others thrive on his suffering any more than he could help. Occasionally, a guard passing by would hear passages of gibberish, sometimes even harmonizing with the sound that deprived him of sleep. It was only right that he entertain himself somehow in his misery.

When the door opened and the guards attempted to pull the boy out, they'd find no active resistance. Quite the opposite, really. The moment the door started to open he went completely limp with every intention of making some poor guard carry him out. Shock sticks spurred him into compliance, the boy springing to his feet and then almost immediately falling back down. The lack of use and overall fatigue made getting around to be an adventure in its own right, even more so when he reached better lit areas, the light blinding him for several seconds, forcing the already slow process to a halt. It would've been easier if the guards had just carried him. Brought to the large room, the boy felt even smaller than usual. There was no fancy cape to make him look better than he actually was, no hair stylist to tame the mess upon his head. And yet he'd temporarily dropped that overly childish exterior. Rather, he stared down the two Sith Lords with a grim yet still fairly blank expression. Well, he'd wanted to infiltrate the Sith. And he did, sort of. "This wasn't how I wanted to go about all this."

[member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
 
"The boy has spirit, that much is true."

As if to contradict the Emperor's words the boy was hauled into the audience chamber, albeit practically dragged by his handlers and deposited at the two Sith Lord's feet. The Emperor looked down at him with disinterest as if it had been a sack of munitions bars, and not a beaten Human being, tossed down in front of him. Truth be told after the Emperor had jettisoned Cairyn Midore out the airlock of the Blade of Fate, he hadn't expected to ever see nor hear mention of him again. But the Force seemed to be in a tricksy mood, and he had returned seeking vengeance against the Sith Emperor for the torture inflicted upon him.

Unfortunately for the boy, the Shadow Hand had caught wind of his ill-fated scheme and put an end to it before it had any chance to begin.

"Cairyn Midore, this is the last place I expected you to be. Dead in space seemed a more fitting end, but now you vex me with your continued existence." He reached out with his hand, using the Force to painfully pin the smaller man to the ground as if a heavy weight had been placed on his back.

"Why is that?"

[member="Cairyn Midore"]
 
"He has plenty of spirit but no brains, common sense, or any training to make the most out of all the parasites he's chosen to infest himself with." Prazutis replied to [member="Darth Carnifex"] as the boy was hauled into the room guardsmen who simply dropped him at the feet of the two Sith Lords. The Lord of Lies looked down at the boy with utter apathy in his eyes, entirely uncaring of the situation he found himself in. It was almost amusing for him to find out that [member="Cairyn Midore"] had come to Sith Space looking to exact his revenge out on the Sith Emperor. The eyes of his own intelligence network had found the boy even before the inquisition did.

It takes a special kind of fool to walk into the lion's den and ask his pride where he can find the alpha.

While his nephew painfully pinned the boy to the ground the Shadow Hand took a single step forward and knelt down as if to inspect him closer. "The boy thought that he could get the whereabouts of the Sith Emperor in dark alleys, street corners, and cantinas right on the Sith capital without anyone taking special note." Prazutis said opening his palm, sparks of red lightning erupted within it conjured out of thin air by the Sith Lord.
 
"The boy is also right here," he hissed through clenched teeth, grimacing at the invisible weight added to his person. "And I did get here in the end, didn't I? Kinda." Getting captured certainly hadn't been in the plan, nor was there a plan for escape in the event that he did get captured. Yeah, he really hadn't thought this through. Mistakes had been made, starting well before he actually attempted engaging Prazutis. He could hear the crackle of energy gathering in the brute's hand, could see the red glow out of his peripheral. His pulse elevated, the memories of the last time he came across that cursed lightning being fresh in his head.

He glared up at Carnifex, though he didn't dare struggle from his current position. Not yet, not with Prazitus as close as he was with that dangerous weapon he wielded. "Death doesn't suit me," he explained, his tone drastically subdued in comparison to their last meeting. He drew another breath, feeling the force pressing down on him, making even breathing just a tad bit difficult. "I have better things to do. You understand, right?"

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]
 
"Still with the flippant disinterest, I dare say you have learned little from our last meeting."

He relinquished his hold on the boy, confident in the fact that Cairyn could do little against the eight foot tall behemoths that loomed over him. Whereas Prazutis' power was visible, electricity crackling in the air to bely the violent intent of the Shadow Hand, the Sith Emperor's was more subdued; yet equally as violent.

Vile energy cascaded off of the Dark Lord like fog, invisible yet oppressive in the Force.

"I think he needs a more comprehensive lesson, Prazutis, and there is no one better qualified than you to deliver this lesson."

[member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]
 
​The towering difference between [member="Cairyn Midore"], Darth Prazutis and [member="Darth Carnifex"] wasn't completely evident until they stood before the man pinned to the floor. The two giants stood at over eight feet tall their powerful, muscular frames looked as if they were chiseled out of stone to be statues they were practically superhuman and the spitting image of everything an imperial should aspire to be. They were physical perfection made form both men radiated dark side energy like a storm, a swirling maelstrom that felt as if the very air around them was hard to breathe due to its suffocating presence.

​While the boy fired off his insolent, flippant remarks at the Sith Emperor he would find no visible reaction on the man who knelt down close to him, nothing as the monster made flesh glared into the young man's eyes with his own a pair of molten orbs that burned with sheer hatred only magnified by the man's pale skin. When staring into those eyes it easily sent a shiver down ones spine, a glare that could shatter the hardest of men, one that's seen even the highest of cabinet members and vicious monster buckle before it, standing so close to the Lord of Death many rumors about such a figure felt almost true, it was like coming face to face with the grim reaper himself.

"I think he needs a more comprehensive lesson, Prazutis, and there is no one better qualified than you to deliver this lesson."
As the words fell from his nephew the Dark Titan stood to his full towering height and spoke his voice magnified by an otherworldly, hypnotic lull that completed the superhuman picture about him. "I know your kind Cairyn Midore I can see through this façade you put up that hides the raw terror rumbling beneath inside you threatening to tear you apart." ​Prazutis said thrusting his hand forward the cackling red lightning exploded in an arc towards him ravaging his entire form. It was a careful measured blast of energy that pushed the parasites just to their breaking point before it receeded, a calculated move by the Destroyer. "You know nothing of death boy. You have never crossed over its threshold, never felt its cold embrace. You hold your head up high and act as if you still living is anything but in accordance to our design. If it weren't you would have been dead long ago." ​The Destroyer thrusted his hand forward once more but this time wrapped him in a telekinetic vice grip much like the one his nephew had used to pin him to the floor, but this time the pressure was overwhelming.

It crushed down harder and harder on every bone in his body rattling them to their very core with its overbearing pressure like the titanic pressure of the darkest depths of the sea, so strong it made ones ears pop as if they had delved too deep. "You are but a pawn you are nothing special from those who came before you. I know your kind I've killed well over a hundred thousand worthless excuses of beings much like yourself with these very hands alone. You exist because we have deemed it necessary and you will meet your end when we decide you no longer should have that right." ​Prazutis closed his hand controlling the energy into a fist that brought the energy down like a hammer breaking nearly every bone in the man's body one after the next, an utterly agonizing process.



 
The Teevan's glare only increased in intensity, the boy chomping down on a retort in a rare observance of self-control. He'd learned nothing, had he? He found himself so very tempted to challenge the Dark Lord's apparent observation. After all, both times in which he'd encountered the Sith he'd already been restrained. If not for the sense of near complete oppression that emanated from him, Cairyn would begin to doubt just how powerful Carnifex could be. Temporarily released from the Force's hold, the boy didn't even bother escape, recognizing he hadn't a prayer of getting far with both Lords right there.

His person went entirely rigid with the Dark Lord's command, his eyes snapping to the now moving form that was Prazutis, his previous experience in the monster's care being his most recent memories. His voice was almost mesmerizing, though the words were ones Cairyn could hardly agree with. Perhaps in another life, he'd be quivering in terror, perhaps he simply didn't know how to recognize his own fear when he encountered it. Still, the prevailing feeling the Teevan would experience was more dread, maybe mixed with a twinge of hatred. Any consideration of rebellion was squashed in the boy the instant he was once more struck by the crackling energy. He tried to put on a brave face, sure, but the pain was no easier to deal with than any other time he'd endured it. Pushed to the Orbalisks' limits, the boy was nearly convinced this would be the end of him before the lightning receded. He could feel that relatively unknown and far from comfortable sensation that only could've been fear, a sensation still incredibly foreign to him.

While not lightning, the telekinetic group was painful to begin with, only getting worse as the pressure increased. "And why would I be any sort of pawn for you?" He hissed through clenched teeth. The Teevan could feel the energy bearing down on his being, his uncanny flexibility only buying him moments before his skeleton gave way. One by one, bone by bone, the boy grew even paler than before with each sickening snap. And yet he had no way of fighting back, no way to counteract. Cairyn could feel the veil of unconsciousness offering him temporarily refuge, the strain of this current agony only adding to the preexisting fatigue. Knowing his luck, he doubted he'd be granted such reprieve, though he couldn't imagine what more agony the Sith could possibly inflict upon him.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]
 
The sickening crack of bones snapping filled the air, Cairyn's limbs contorting at agonizing ankles as each bone was meticulously brought to its breaking point before being broken. Blood would seep from where the splintered bone broke through the skin, staining the boy's garments and pooling out from under his body in every direction. Carnifex knelt down at the boy's side, "You will be made to serve us, even if it is not truly yourself. Modern science has lead to such wonders of innovation, and the blood being wrung out of your pitiful veins will be put to good use."

He allowed Cairyn to slip into unconsciousness, not bothering to prolong his suffering at this exact moment now that his fate had been sealed. Kaine rose and stepped around the ever expanding pool of blood, "Make sure that after you're done breaking every bone in his body to have the geneticists collect every drop of blood, Prazutis. From weakness we will forge strength."

Then he made his move to leave, no longer interested in the boy's broken body any longer. If Prazutis wanted to continue mutilating it, then that was his privilege and his pleasure.

[member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Cairyn Midore"]
 

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