....I hate this new "master", tho I dare not show it. She is quick to kill or maim just to show her power, and while she has power, I would crush her simply if this damnable collar could be removed without electrifying my cortex. A recent visit from an un-named Lord of the Sith drew attention to me as being a Full blooded Sith under the collar which is unusual enough, but after the Lord started stating I have some small measure of force power, my new "master" has all but put me under her new interrogator droid G0-T0 to find out my past. I gain nothing by lying to her and while it has gained me much pain, the truth is not to her liking.
....uauuarhRhhggg... "Beep boop Beep". "I told you before My family is pure Sith and of a Dark line, we made a decision to back the wrong Lord and he lost. The punishment to our family is their first born son in slavery and any female children are to become camp "attendants". I know my pain is mostly mental, yet I still care for my sisters and wish they were not experiencing their own form of torture".."Beep Beep boop" *lightning lances thru my eyes and darkness envelopes me*
...floating in pure darkness..."Thrive on your pain..." I am delerious, it can be nothing else...a distant chuckle sets me on edge. "Blood of my blood, you carry my lineage in you and will not die here. Your power will awaken soon and will be recognized as such. Your life will not be easy, but you will be fearsome in life as your brother was in death. A memory bubbles to the surface of my pain.
When my younger brother died from an attack by a domesticated Hssiss, it was a prolonged death. He was talking in the throes of agony, and would occasionally shout in a language noone present could identify, until an old Sith Sorcerer came to visit my father about ordering some parts for his ship. My brother was almost gone, and yelled, "Yas kaboyur eim dai turedae". The Sith turns to my brother with hands raised up and lightning leaps from his fingers lancing lightning into my brothers dying body, insanely we all just stand there watching this unfold. The lightning fades to nothing and the smoking body of my brother twitches one time, as we hear, "I am free." and never moves again. The sorcerer just walks away to never come back. ..."Yas kaboyur eim dai turedae, is a black curse used when a force user is attempting to take over anothers body by coercion to transfer their essance into the new shell. The soul is disintergrated as the new host settles into the new shell." The disembodied voice echoes in my head. I am truly insane, there is no other reason I am hearing voices now. "Pain of a different type enters my neural pathways, and the voice is not so nice when it says, "Blood of my Blood, wake and fear NOTHING..."
...that memory lasted forever, but I know it is just a moments repast. *KAZOT* a light zap on the collar brings me to wakefullness immediately. "WAKEUP slave, Lord Malgar will speak with you."
"Slave for some reason I came to this miserable part of the world, and I have tested your ability, for some reason I do not know. I do know that you will no longer bare a collar, and will immediately go to Korriban for training as an inquisitor." With just a look at the "master" the Lord recieves the collar key and detaches the collar.
I take the time to fully examine my old "master" and commit to memory the look of surprise. I will see this look again when I visit this area after training. The Lord chuckles not un-similarly as the one in my dream and states, "Yes give in to your anger, feed your power with your hate, grow powerful." With a chuckle again, the Lord shoves me into the arms of his apprentices to be hustled into the back seat of a land speeder.
...I will be back to this hole and I will exact my revenge. I am powerful already, I must learn control and the Sith way.