Private Within a padded room

[Darth Carnifex]

"In time, this contradiction shall pass. Sleep, my child, and know only my boundless gift."

The Dark Lord rose to His feet, standing tall amidst the sterile conditions of the cell. Silence descended, filling the air with an uncomfortable tension. Then, the Dark Lord turned, facing the young padawan with eyes burning with the intense smolder of a thousand conflagrated worlds. He lifted His right hand, blackened digits stretching out as blue flame leapt from the tips of each finger and danced through the air. The flames congealed, coalescing into tight bands that sought to entrap the Jedi's limbs to the cell wall behind him.

"This galaxy is impure, young Jedi. You know very little of the true rot which permeates all of creation, wrought by the misshapen will of the Celestials. You are but servants of the rot, the Sith are the guardians of the sacred flame that will burn this universe down. From its flickering embers we will build a new universe, governed not by the will of the Force, but by the will of the Sith." As the Dark Lord spoke these horrifying words, He reached out through the Force and attempted to sear geometric shapes into the flesh beneath the apprentice's tunic; a message written in the runic language of the Sith. Simultaneously, He would attempt to flood the youth's mind with visions of a possible future, one in which all of the Sith's grand designs were fulfilled and the galaxy was torn asunder and consumed in blackened flame.

"Show them what you have seen, Jedi, tell them what you have heard. Let them know this message, wrought in your flesh. We are coming."

Then, in a flash of blinding light, the Dark Lord was gone. In one of the cells nearby, there was a brief cry and then silence. All that remained was a pile of ash.

Samara | Jasper Kai'el ​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Azrael Asylum
Tags: Samara, Darth Carnifex ​

Suddenly, as Samara slipped into sleep, the Phantom turned to him, binding him against the wall of the cell.

"This galaxy is impure, young Jedi. You know very little of the true rot which permeates all of creation, wrought by the misshapen will of the Celestials. You are but servants of the rot, the Sith are the guardians of the sacred flame that will burn this universe down. From its flickering embers we will build a new universe, governed not by the will of the Force, but by the will of the Sith."

"Save your breath," Jasper spat. "I've seen what it is you're capable of. A Universe governed by your will may as well be Chaos."

Soon, Jasper's skin began to burn. The Sith was writing on his flesh. The padawan gritted his teeth. He was determined not to scream. No noise would pass his lips. There was no way he was giving Carnifex the satisfaction. This was followed by assaults of the mind. An expansive Galaxy lay before him in shambles, lying in ruins and consumed by fire. It was the end of the world. This was the future.

Suddenly, he came back to reality. Jasper was in excruciating pain, as if he had been cast into molten durasteel, and his head pounded with the force of a welding hammer.

"Show them what you have seen, Jedi, tell them what you have heard. Let them know this message, wrought in your flesh. We are coming."

"Go to hell," he hissed.

Soon, the phantom was gone in a flash of light. Jasper fell to the floor, his body trembling. He struggled for breath as he attempted to slow his mind. The padawan had never experienced anything of the like in his life. Was this what Carnifex's victims had faced? Had Samara experienced this? Now, he understood his fear. Anyone else may have had their wills crushed. Jasper was instead determined. He stood, still shaking, looking down at Samara.

"You'll be the last," he swore, tears now streaming down his face. "I promise."

As Jasper made his way out of the cell, he retrieved a comm link from his pocket.

"This is Padawan Jasper Kai'el," he began, hailing back to the Jedi Temple. "A phantom of Dark Lord Carnifex was tormenting the Azrael Asylum. Samara will need to be fully cleansed, and a sweep of the facility will be required. I... I was injured by the phantom. I'd like to request consulting, as well as an audience with the Jedi Council..."

Jasper staggered forward, only to collapse. His body had shut down from the pain as a defensive mechanism.