Awakening (Necrofear)

[Grawn]

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Darkness. Pitch black darkness.

He floated in it. It surrounded him endlessly and he couldn't help but not give a damn. He knew he had to be dead. There was no possible way he could have survived.

Was this death? Would he spend the rest of eternity floating in nothingness, with only the memories of his life to keep him in a state of grief, regret and anger?

Grawn Ianie did not know. But he knew he was not alone.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you with our safety"

The voice haunted him and echoed in the vast space. Grawn turned his head, time feeling as if slowed down, it nearly taking a eon for him to see the person talking. If it had been a person, the Sith would have been relieved.

However, it was not. It was Sampson. The hound, however, did not take the shape of a dog. In here, he was a pair of red eyes and a vicious maw against the blackness.

Anger filled him and he turned his body, regardless of how long it took, to face his hound fully.

"Our safety? You are not me! I-"

"Silence you wretch. I am more than you ever could be."

Grawns eyes went wide as his hound took on a threatening tone, but he regained his composure quickly and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Still you cling to what pride you have within that beaten shell. How long did I protect you as a child? Do you think yourself in control of me? HAH!"

Sampson continued and as he did, Grawn became confused. The feeling washed over him and mixed with his anger until he didn't no what to think. Everything was in chaos in his head and he couldn't think straight. The feeling swelled until it began to bang against his skull like a hammer to a gong, the Sith clutching his head.

"I assumed the role of guardian. But now I see you are not fit to be protected. No, it would seem I must take matters into my own hands."

"No" the Sith growled and ignored the pain that shook him as his fierce gaze meet Sampson's. The hound's maw stretched into a grin, then suddenly winked from existence along with his eyes, leaving Grawn alone in the dark again. But only for a moment.

"Turn around and meet your master"

Time no longer felt slow as Grawn felt solid ground underneath his feet. Shaking his head to dispel a sudden feeling of sickness, he turned to see a man. A man he knew all to well.

"How dare you assume my form" the Sith growled to the hound. The dog stood across from him, a near copy of Grawn but far more twisted. His yellow eyes were not themselves on Sampson, the eyes on the doppelganger mixed with red and orange like fire. White skin was a mottled gray and scars ran everywhere on the flesh.

"Sampson! Back to my mind where you belong! I will not have this behavior!" Grawn growled, drawing a lightsaber from his belt and igniting a red blade into existence, pointing it at Sampson.

"The name is Scriosolas now, Grawn. And I will no longer let you control me. We will settle who is truly worthy of the power we wield now."

With this, Sampson drew two blades from his belt and ignited them, similar in color to Grawns. The Sith looked at his former companion and let loose a shout of anger before reversing the grip on his lightsaber and charging. Scriosolas smiled as it reversed both of its blades and rushed to meet its former Master, the two's blades meeting and showering sparks.

[Necro Stormborn]

Two black doors with a yellow 'Medical Bay 2' painted onto them split open and swooshed sideways into the wall as a Tall man in slim black attire that contoured to his muscles well slowly walked into the room. A few steps in and the man turned his gaze upon a being writhing in agony on top of a cold metal slab in the middle of the room. The doors swooshed closed again and the Air conditioning shifted on and began to blow cool air back into the room.

With a humming buzz a floating medical droid swiveled over to the side of the room, punched a few buttons on the console adjacent to the monitoring devices watching the Subject's vitals. Then the Droid turned on the newcomer and chirped.

"How is he..." The voice was calm and passive, but it flicked against the walls like a deep bass sound. The droid beeped and chirped again, and then a blue shimmering light glowed on the side of the droids head signaling that the voice processors had been powered on.

"He is stable physically, but his white blood cell count is high which could be signs of an infection or a rejection to the drugs and plated replacements for his crushed limbs and bones. It is yet to be seen if he will bond correctly. Aside from that, his blood flow is normal, EKG shows nothing too intrusive and he's processing food normally."

The man's arms crossed one another and he looked towards the monitor watching the subject's Heart pulse over and over again. "good, See to it that surveillance continues normally, and that news of this does not leave this wing of the temple. If Renata or Novus ask to know what is going on in here, simply tell them it's personal to me. That will be all Doctor."

"understood" The droid floated to the door, allowing them to swoosh open once more before exiting quickly.

The tall man slowly moved forward only to stop at the head of the slab peering down at the man who lay upon it. His groans were ignored, as were his twists of pain.

Eurachis typed something into a keypad located underneath the slab, and let it slowly elevate the man upwards in his restraints until he was at a 90degree angle feet facing the ground. The man's head slumped forward unconsciously. The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes and watched intently..

"Wake up... Grawn"

[Grawn]

Slammed against a wall, Grawn let out a choked gasp as Scriosolas grinned evilly, his grasp of his throat only tightening. The Force would not come to his call, a troubling and disheartening revelation.

The battle had been going on for several minutes and it was clear now that Grawn was at a disadvantage. He could hold the hound off but he could not gain a footing of his own to begin his own attack.

"Poor little Grawn...are you going to cry? To bad I'm not here to rescue this time"

"You bastard!" the Sith roared and punched out, the fist catching Sampson off guard and letting go of the mans throat. Backing up in the pain and surprise, Scriosolas couldn't repel the series of fists that landed into his stomach and a kick that sent him backwards. Grawns eyes blazed with fury as he stalked over towards where his former friend laid.

"I never needed you!" he roared in defiance, but the only thing this produced was a laugh from Sampson.

"I'm the reason you breathe, Ianie. But no longer will I allow you to get yourself killed!" Scriosolas jumped up, his lightsabers bolting to his hands and cutting a wide arc in front of him. The Sith barely ducked down, his own hand reaching through the Force for his lightsaber which responded and ignited in time to block a overhead chop. The strength the hound bared down at him was great, but the Sith slowly rose from his knees to stare defiantly into Sampson's yellow hellfire eyes.

"You still don't get it do you?" the hound whispered from the other side of the three engaged lightsabers. At that instant, Grawn felt all strength leave his arms and his blades dropped uselessly to the ground along with him falling to his knees. He barely had the power to raise his head to meet Scriosola's gaze.

"I am your strength. I am your power. Without me, you truly are the child on Korriban, cowering in the corner from monsters that do not exist. And it is time I took my rightful place and no longer be a slave to a mere boy"

Grawn's eyes glared enraged but powerless as Sampson deactivated his lightsabers, throwing one behind him as he knelt down so that he could look directly into his former master's eyes. Silently he placed a lightsaber hilt against the Siths chest and smirked.

"Good night"

The sound of a lightsaber igniting was all Grawn heard.

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His eyes opened. Blinking once, he took in his surroundings. Immediately he knew this wasn't Ruusan. Which meant Sundar has escaped. His memory of the events on Ruusan were foggy, unclear as to the outcome, but it did not take long for him to realize what he was on. His hands were bound to cuffs on either side of him, along with his ankles. As the confusion wore off, a new feeling spread across him, one he knew all to well.

Pain.

Then as he began to become swallowed in that feeling, another came to its side.

Rage.

He had lost once again to Ryn Sundar. The memories flooded back to him and it only deepened his anger as the volatile mixture of rage and pain collided. Grawn Ianie was awake. And he was pissed

If it had really been Grawn Ianie. However, the events that had taken place in his mind still held true and the creature that was controlling him did not lash out. The rage boiled down to a simmer and his eyes went to the Sith Lord that had spoken. Scriosolas couldn't recall much of anything on the particular man in question, but from the power he could sense, he was not to be taken lightly.

"Where am I and who are you?" Scriosolas asked slowly, playing the part of a man who had been severely injured and had just awoken from the ordeal.