The Rebel Faction

Trazu nodded, figuring this individual was only here to insure the place wasn’t vandalized or abused then. “So you and your predecessors had no hand in creating this place…yet the ones that did, did not share with you the reasons for creating it?” He asked, a slight tone of annoyance in his voice.

He felt the K’Satizitus shift again uncomfortably. This time however it he hadn’t said anything about it’s past. It took a moment, but he realized something was bothering and annoying it…

The creatures ceaseless probing, though light, was getting to the point were the spirit couldn’t ignore it. This individual was familiar with the force it realized…and was using it to great effect. It felt tiny bits of information about it being revealed to this man without it’s consent and it feared certain secrets it didn’t want anyone to know, especially it’s host, would be revealed if it didn’t do something to stop it.

Like a cornered animal it suddenly lashed out mentally at this man, a specter of it’s physical form in life briefly appearing over Trazu. The specter was ten feet tall and resembled a massive Trandoshan, it’s head adorned with many spines. ~It is net pelito te peko poeplo!~ It screamed at him.

Trazu physically lurched and fell to his knees when the K’Satizitus reacted violently to whatever it was that was disturbing it, causing him to nearly drop his lightsaber. It’s mental scream was deafening, forcing Trazu to cover his ear holes with his hands by reflex, nearly burning himself with the lightsaber in the process.

When he recovered from the sudden reaction, Trazu went over the event in his mind. The scream wasn’t directed at him and he certainly wasn’t ‘poking’ it. The only thing he could think of was that this man before him was somehow ‘bothering’ it. But while he had recovered mentally for the most part, physically it drained him. Anything major the K’Satizitus did drained him: after going through a bloodrage he literally had to sleep for several hours immediately after the spirit’s powers left his body.

“Whatever it was you were doing to it…” He said, panting faintly. “I don’t suggest doing it anymore…things will likely get bloody if you persist…”

Trazu was about to retort that statement, but sighed instead: it wasn't really control he had over it...it was an agreement. "I used to..." He said, honestly. "Until..." A rush of emotions shot up when he remembered her death...how he failed to protect her. Crushing his eyes closed, he forced those thoughts, those emotions out of his mind. He couldn't afford to show his weakness, not to a stranger...not to anyone.

"Nevermind." He said, pulling himself up to his feet. "I would like to see more of this place...if you don't mind."

He could feel the K'Satizitus seething in the back of his mind, aggitiated and grumpy. As long as it didn't try to take over his body right now, Trazu didn't care how it felt...

Trazu frowned. Surely if this creature was the Keeper of this place he wouldn't willingly do an act of destruction upon that he was protecting. Maybe he forgot how to open the door... Trazu thought, tihnking that perhaps some knowledge of his place was lost even to the Keeper.

It did not escape his notice that the creature used the Force, or at least...something very similar to the Force. He made a mental note of that should these turn ugly between them. Stepping over what was left of the door, he followed the creature into the newly revealed passage.

The passage was long and descended deeper into the earth. Trazu noted there weren't so many curvings on the walls of this passage, what curvings there were being of rather simple design. Nothing very interesting so far. He thought.

~Farthor dewn thoro is.~ He heard the K'Satizitus purr in his mind, in an almost teasing manner.

And just how long have you known about it? Trazu asked mentally. A faint chuckle from the spirit was all he heard and Trazu scowled. Damn the spirit and it's secrets!

Just then he jammed a toe claw on something. With a loud curse he jumped back, hopping on one foot while rubbing his foot with his free hand. The K'Satizitus snickering at him in his mind, Trazu looked at the ground to see what he had bumped his foot against.

It looked like half a sphere, roughly a foot in diameter and made of some sort of transparent stone. The curved side was down and the non-curved side was very rough, like it had fallen from the ceiling. Looking up, holding his lightsabre high, he saw the circular recess the object must have fallen from. In the faint light, he noticed there were more of them on the ceiling, all doing down the passage. When he looked back down at the fallen one, he noticed it was now glowing faintly.

"Hmm..." Trazu stood there thoughtful for a moment, then moved his lightsabre close to the object. It's glowing intensified, the light now emitating from it a faint red hue. "Reacts to light..." He muttered. "Pity I don't have a real light souce." It was better then nothing he figured as he stretched up to try to activate one of the ones on the ceiling. Being a couple inches shy of five feet, this was a bit of a chore for him, even though his sabre's light blade was a good two and a half feet long.

What happened next was a chain reaction. The one he was trying to activate did activate, but it's activation caused the one that was next to it to activate, then the one next to that one and so on. Soon the whole passage was lit, the light a redish white hue.

"I seem to have found the light switch." Trazu said with a chuckle. The K'Satizitus groaned.

[size=2]Such a morbid fasination with death... Trazu thought, glancing at the curvings as he continued to follow the creature deeper into the tunnels. There was even another depication of the K'Satizitus, this one with it like a shadow over another figure, who was hacking away at hapless victims. Trazu had to supress a shudder: even now, knowing what he was capable of during a Bloodrage session, this sort of thing filled him with dread.

The tunnel suddenly emptyed into a large circular chamber. Unfortunately the light didn't seem to activate any light sources in the chamber, for it remained rather dark. What he could see was that on the outer edges of the wall there were no curvings and there were three identical passages out of the chamber: one directly across from the one they came in from and one on either side. In the center of the chamber there were four spires arranged in a circle, their tops curved inward toward each other, the tips almost touching. At their base was a bowl shaped depression, with a large, five foot tall black sphere set in it.

"Not much to this room is it?" Trazu muttered to himself.

~Enly te theso thut ear blind.~ The K'Satizitus said. ~Den't yea fool it?~

Now that the spirit brought his attention to it, yes he did feel it. There was a strong Force presenc and it seemed to come from the center of the room. Forgetting about the other creature, he moved toward the sphere and held his lightsabre close to it. There were markings all over it, but the limited light his sabre provided hendered his attempts to decypher their meaning. Switching his lightsabre from his right to his left hand, he reached out to touch it....

The place reaked of memories of death and destruction: something the spirit normally enjoyed, but for some reason it bothered it. The astral scent of death was different here, like it originated from elsewhere. Yes that was it...the ones that built this place and latered died came from another galaxy. But why would the Force lure it's host to a place of a forgotten people? Reaching out with the Force, it attempted to figure it out and it discovered two things of importance here.

The first was that the long forgotten spirits of the builders of the place seemed to be trying to warn them of something. This came strongly from the markings on the sphere it's host was trying to work out. But what were they trying to warn them about? There were brief flashes of images in the spirits consciousness. Images of a large arachnid-like creature with a very powerful Force-like aura around it. It was something the K'Satizitus had never seen before in it's entire existance...

The second thing: the sphere itself was a powerful artifact, a Force artifact. That in on itself wasn't unique, but then the object's purpose suddenly became known with a single Force message that came from it: ~Secrets kept...are secrets revealed~

The K'Satizitus instantly brought up it's defenses, knowing what it meant. ~Den't teach it!~ It shouted.

It was too late, Trazu had touched the sphere the moment the warning registered in the Trandoshans mind. Trazu suddenly found himself thrown back and his mind pludged into the past....

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[size=2]In it's place on the astral plane the K'Satizitus paced, snaring angrily and impatiently. It had realized too late what that thing was and couldn't prevent it's host from the assult that came and now there was a great risk Trazu will discover a certain secret the spirit had kept carefully hidden. A secret when discovered, may just turn it's host against the path it had oh so carefully guided him down all these years.

It knew that creature...that pretender was poking again, only this time it was helpless to prevent it. With Trazu unconscious, his mind going on a trip down memory lane, it had no access to the material plane...

...

All of a sudden he found himself back on Trandosha. Back on grounds of the K'Satikur Clan. Things were not peaceful either. There was a battle going on, a battle between his clan and another. A battle he was fighting along side his fellow Clan members.

No... Trazu knew what was going on, knew what terrible day it was that was showing so vividly in his mind. I don't want to relive this day! He tried to fight off the memories, but they came like a strong and steady river, undetered and unstopable. His present mind was stuck in his past body, going through the same motions as he had done over two years ago. He could not affect what he was reliving, but he noticed he could now see and feel what he didn't before.

He noticed the one foe that managed to slip through the Clan's defenses and head for the nursery, cutting down a Ekitra as he went.

TZosha! He cried mentally, futily trying to get his past self to realise the threat to his mate's life. But his past self was blind to the threat, too engrossed in the battle to notice.

A question arose in his mind then. Before he had sensed when his love was in trouble, like the time those thugs tried to rob her shop back on Talus: why didn't he sense the danger here?

With his greater understanding of the Force he quickly discovered the reason. Someone was blocking his senses, preventing him from knowing TZosha's life was threatened. That someone...he knew now...could only have been the K'Satiztus.

His mind was now in a state of numb shock, obviously now to the rest of the recollection of that day. Her death could have been prevented...his fall from grace didn't have to be...

He barely noticed the scene change, barely registered the events of an even more distant past, one not his own. Images of whole groups of humanoids, being cowed by large arachnid-like creatures, whom were their slave masters, flash through his mind but he hardly registered them. Nor did he fully acknowledge the battles between these arachnid beings and other races he didn't recognize, the other races losing and the Force like aura around the arachnid looking creatures.

Then there was a ship, fleeing the war torn galaxy. A new home built underground on a new planet, in a galaxy far from their own. The home looked familiar, like the tunnels Trazu was exploring, only in much better shape. Then there was darkness. And a warning.

None of it Trazu was paying attention too, he was too griped by grief, the scene of find her dead body repeating over and over again,...and a ever growing rage. Rage over the fact that the means of preventing her death was deliberately prevented...

"TZosha!" he cried, pulling himself out of his unconscious state. Rolling over, he gripped the gold bracelet on his left wrist, tears of grief streaming down his face. At the moment he was obvious to his surroundings, his mind too focused on what should've happened if someone hadn't interfered...

The K'Satizitus, knowing it's secret was discovered, braced itself for the fight that was to come...

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