The Living Nightmare

[Trips]

The Sith opened her eyes and found herself under the sky of Kaas. She recognised this place, it was ... home. But it wasn't quite right.

It wasn't quite right. Words to die by.

Why was she naked? Why couldn't she feel the breeze on her skin? It wasn't until then that the scene filtered in. Her home. Her haven, the place she built with her husband, was burning. Corpses were littering the ground all around her. A child cries out. A mother responds, she follows the familiar cry of anguish, her son, needed her right now. The rest mattered little. She pushed through the dense fog, lit up by fire, as a figure daned before her.

Temekel.

"Master, I... need help, my family, my home, it is bu... Master!" The figure starts disappearing, obscured by the fog again, swallowed by it. "Don't...leave me...", she pleads to no avail. Desperation starts to set in as the crying of a child sounds out again, leading her onwards into that dark night.

Rhave and Valeus.

Rhave is standing before her, cradling a crying child. He speaks: "You failed us."

She retorts: "I haven't, I am here, I will protect us, I ..."

The Assistant-Sorceror shakes his head, shielding the babe from her view. "You said you were in control, that you wouldn't endanger us or yourself further. I would have fixed you!" The man sounds angry, raising his voice.

Despite his smaller stature than the muscular amazoness, she seemed to shrink at those words.

She did fail them. She failed them all.

The sorceror lifted his hand and spoke an incantation. Dark tendrils sprouted from the earth and clung onto the Assistant-Blademaster's limbs. She was forcefully bound and her voice faltered, a scream muffled into nothingness as she had an out of body experience. Looking down upon herself, caught in a web of corruption. And soon the mist enveloped even her own body.

And then...

It would all start over again. Into perpetuity.

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Change.

It happens when ones mind overcomes an obstacle. The only visual sign was the breath of the woman stalling for just a moment. Just one fraction of a second and her world had indeed changed. Followed by the blaring of the machine she was hooked up to. An alarm indicating more change. A droid and soon after, a medical assistant, would be at her side as her eyelids flutter in anticipation. Though the signs were small, it was evident what was really happening.

The Sith was rousing.

No more was she captured in a terrible dreamscape. Her agonised Force-signature settling on a slightly less depressing one as she entered the early stages of waking up. Like a machine her body was going through a boot-up. A quivering left hand juts out to grab the man by the neck. A forceful action, oozing with malice as the Pureblood opens her eyes to face the struggling man. Except ... The milky eyes fail to make a connection while purple tendrils manifest from the attendant's eyes and mouth. Wispy things, worming their way through the air to reach Daxze.

And so it ends and begins anew.

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The file is labeled “Vipion-D-001”. It is not publicly available.

Spoiler: NSFW (Contains explicit content and trauma)

The audible click of a less-than quiet atmosphere being recorded as a figure appears into view. Apprentice Daxze Vipion, looking as much intoxicated on the Dark Side as ever. A pale skin mottled with dark veins and blood vessels. Ridges and red flesh marred by what seemed to be old age as her chapped lips betray her first words:

"This will become a part of my legacy. A detailing of my journey to immortality. A gift I can bestow upon my son when he is ready. On my husband, when he too is ready."

The Sith reaches for the folds of her robes and pulls them wide open, revealing her naked form. There is nothing pleasant about the sight. A body littered with scars and blemishes but what springs to the viewer's eye most is sickly skin sticking to bare bones. There is not an ounce of body fat on this creature nor is there any muscular mass. Ribs clearly visible and a hollow area right below the ribcage. As if the Sith has indeed shed any and all internal organs.

“The first stage of my transformation is evident. A weakness. My muscles have atrophied into nothingness.”, she states bluntly while running a lithe finger across her boney arm. She then does the same with her neck, taking time to run her fingers across a heavily bulging vein. “This is a test. Moments of great power are always superseded with one.” Her attention snaps back to the holorecorder. “But that is only the physical. Occularis has assured me the Dark Side does not come easily. It must be earned through hardship and in return, its power shall be mine. I am in … significant hardship. I have been convinced of its power and will not further fight it. Corruption is a fickle word coined by weak Sith. No, -my- gift will be eternal.”

The Sith stands there, in view, for several long minutes. Unwavering, her chest heaving as raspy breaths feed decrepit lungs. Whatever she was displaying, whatever the point was she was conveying towards the viewer. It was profane and steeped in the Dark Side of the Force. Thin lips part to reveal wicked sharp teeth, a grin, aimed at the recorder right before the holo reaches its end.