Hal Darrun lifted his head from the medical bed he was resting on.
Or rather, Lord Reaver lifted Hal's head.
After finally being freed from his prisons, both the Sith holocron and the dreary planet Hoth, Reaver was free for the first time in centuries! The only person who knew of Lord Reaver of the Sith, was Darth Modero.
Well and Hal Darrun, but he wasn't going to be telling anyone anytime soon. He was trapped. Locked away in his own mind by a Sith Lord so ancient he made Exar Kun look like old news.
Reaver had more then one reason to want Modero dead. Besides the more obvious fact that he knew of Reaver's existence, Modero was personally responsible for his last entrapment of the cursed Sith holocron. For that Reaver had sworn Modero's death at his hands. He would never stop until his blood lust was sated.
"Oh good! You're awake!" a voice called as a shape moved closer. Reaver forced Hal's eyes to focus on the form.
It was a doctor.
Doctor..... Hard as he tried the name didn't spring readily to his lips. He focused his thoughts inward and drew on Hal's memories. Doctor Morgan, Doctor Rycch Morgan. He was stationed on theSab-Sa-Ssss... . Reaver could feel Hal fighting for control despite being trapped. Again Reaver lashed out with his mind and strengthened his hold on the trap, on the Sith Mind Sphere he helped Hal create for himself. Hal's voice was silent, and his presence seemed to vanish. Suddenly Hal Darrun's memories were laid out before Reaver, and he claimed them as his own.
Like any true Sith he dominated everything he came into contact with. And controlling Hal was simple when he was strong enough to keep Hal in his place. The shuttle ride from Hoth had given him more then enough time to recuperate.
"Doc Morgan?" Reaver said in Hal's sad, weak, quibbling voice. He loathed trying on the body of one so strong in the Force, yet so obviously weak everywhere else. Hal Darrun did not deserve his own life and Reaver had taken it. Like any Sith he did what he needed to, to survive. "What happened? Why am I here on the Saber's Hilt and not on Hoth?" Inwardly Reaver smiled a devilish smile at Hal, whom no doubt was even now fighting against his new found prison. Saber's Hilt! Yes that's right. You weak, pathetic little Jedi! Reaver laughed at Hal inwardly through the Force.
Doctor Morgan seemed to sense something, but clearly misunderstood. "I understand, lay back, you were injured by some wild Wampas. You've been in a healing trance ever sense."
Well that wasn't entirely true, Reaver was in a healing trance, but not one that required him to stay in it for days. No Reaver knew many abilities, and one was how to heal with his rage.
It had never worked when he had his own body. No. No, it only worked when he was in spirit form, he could heal the body of his host. When he had tried to heal his body with the trick, it had only succeeded in keeping the dead limbs animated. But he had learned that in time he could master his abilities, and that perhaps through it lied the doorway to immortality.
How close he was.
All he needed to master was his spirit form. His scrolls and books had all been stolen from him by the ones who were once his brothers. His fellow Sith had stolen his teachings, his library, his body, everything. And worse still, they used it as a foundling place to start their own library Veeshas Tuwan. After they stole all his knowledge, the had his body stripped away and his spirit trapped within the Holocron. For over 100 years he was but a part of his own library, and put to use by the ones who had betrayed him.
The library was on Arkadia, and if what Modero had revealed to him was true, then it too was long gone.
Like all his enemies.
He wasn't exactly positive how he'd came to Hoth, but he knew he'd been there for untold centuries. And even there he almost escaped multiple times. And would have had it not been for Modero!
All the more reason to kill Modero. To finish the ONLY enemy left to him.
Yes, Reaver decided he'd use Hal Darrun to his fullest. He'd pose as a Jedi! What better way to kill Darth Modero! If he managed to kill a few weaker Jedi along the way, so be it. The herd always need culled Reaver thought.
'And the rest of the team?' Reaver was again laughing on the inside at Hal. He could see Hal being so pathetic.
Rycck leaned closer to Hal and looked into his eyes as he shined a light across them. "Well it could have been worse, but it's still not good. Rep Gordan is still unconscious. I fear he may have been poisoned."
He will be. If Modero didn't I'll make it look like he did. Reaver thought as Rycck Morgan continued, "... and Jayda's been taken hostage by what we're hearing could be a Sith."
That was what Reaver had wanted to hear! He leaned up even more as the Doctor continued scanning Hal's body. He rambled on about delays in chasing after Jayda due to Trix. The crafty Bothan had managed to turn the event on Hoth into a power grab, and apparently even as Reaver laid in the medbay, events were unfolding to regain control of the ship. Rycck Morgan was a close friend of Rep Gordan's, and as such, he gave Nykon Graves, and his "Grey Jedi" as Trix called them, his full loyalty. He had seen what Bothan politics did to "speed up things" with the Jedi judicial system, and knew he wanted nothing to do with it when Trix held his first investigation into the events on Hoth. Dr. Morgan explained how Truger had a plan and how that as soon as they secured the ship they would finish the trip to Sullust. Reaver needed to get back to 'duty" and soon if he hoped to be on that mission.
All Reaver needed to do now was get Dr. Morgan to report him fit, and to go 'help" his fellow Jedi locate one of their own. And kill the vile Sith who took her in the process. As any 'good Jedi" should. Reaver thought with a smile.
All too easy.....
-Bring on your thousands, one at a time or all in a rush. I don't give a damn. None shall pass.
-To become a Jedi, it is not the Force one must learn to control but oneself.
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