His lightsaber ignited once again to provide a limited source of light, the
K’Satizitus now stood puzzling over which way to go. The insistent calling now seemed to come from two different hallways, a call that sounded like a call for help. Who or what it was remained the question. Was it another entity like himself, trapped on the material plane? Of course this depended on whether or not this wasn’t some elaborate trick as well. Now that he was presented with two choices, the call emitting from both equally in strength, he started to doubt the ‘truth’ of this call. Yes it was possible both paths eventually led to the same place, but for that to logically happen the currently level path had would have to start to twist about at some point, so that the distance of the two paths would stay the same. Since the call came from both in equal strength, it was safe to assume the paths were of equal distance as well.
But why have two paths leading to the same location start from the same room? The
K’Satizitus hissed. Of course, this whole ordeal had to be a trick and the spirit didn’t like being tricked. Still, he found it somewhat amusing. No doubt that creature was behind this, perhaps to led him to a trap designed to expel him from this body.
Fool. He thought, a sly grin forming across his muzzle.
Let him try to exercise me. The most he would be able to do is give his host ‘temporary’ control over his body again. He knew Trazu’s weaknesses now and the spirit was confident he could regain control should that silly creature manage to force him to religish control back to Trazu. He also knew that the creature had no chance in banishing him from Trazu’s body completely.
Confident and wise to the creatures game, the
K’Satizitus pressed forward, taking the ascending path. He decided to play along for now…and planned to relish the look on the creatures face when he failed.
…
Trazu at first thought he had gone to deep, but he quickly realized he was right at where he should be: at the very beginning of the
K’Satizitus’ memories. He could feel and sense everything the spirit had, including emotions. He wasn’t sure what was going on at present: he just had the sensation of being carried and moving at a fast pace. Then he was flying, only to stop abruptly, the flame of pain shooting through him briefly.
An image appeared then, blurry at first but rapidly becoming clear. He saw a Trandoshan, a female one, one that looked to carry some status by her dress. Her expression was one of disgust and hate; then she turned and walked away. He felt sadness and confusion, a pitiful city escaping from his lips, a white hand appearing in the vision as he reached out toward the departing figure, who never looked back.
A white hand…the K’Satizitus was an albino T’Doshok! Trazu thought, feeling a stab of pity for him. He knew albino Tranodshans were the most despised of his people, mothers casting out any infants born with white scales out into the harsh wilderness of Trandosha, if they didn’t just kill them outright. He felt it wrong to punish such infants for something they had no control over, Trazu knew all to well what it was like to be teased and bullied for being
different.
The scene changed, it was now midday. The sun beat down mercilessly on the infant Trandoshan, his white scales incapable of protecting him from it’s brutal rays effectively: he was literally cooking. He was trying to find shade, but there was none that existed at this time of day, unless he found a cave. It wasn’t long before he collapsed, unable to continue on…
//Net fuir is it?// A haunting voice said in Ancient Dosh, which Trazu understood perfectly. His Clan used the same tongue as their Clan dialect. //Te bo cust usido, loft fer doud….jast bocuaso yea’ro net
porfoct in thoro oyos.//
Through blurry vision he saw a large dark shape. Trazu noted that it’s body shape was very similar to that of the
K’Satizitus, at least…the
K’Satizitus he was familiar with…not this abandoned infant. He also noted that there were ‘whisps’ of what looked like smoke coming off this figure and the overall presence of the figure felt weak. When it moved closer he could see more clearly that it was badly injured and apparently close to death itself. But what was it?
//Dumn Scorekeeper.// It hissed hatefully. //I uckwelodgod my less und buckod eff us policy domunod. Bat ne…sho hud te umbash mo…und bunish mo te tho mertul pluno…te dio jast us yea uro dying.//
Trazu mentally recoiled in shock, almost losing his grasp on the memory in the process. This thing was a god! A god who had apparently fought with the Scorekeeper in a bid to become his peoples deity, but lost. He knew nothing about how gods operate, but it sounded like they were just as competitive as his people were for positions of power.
//Ovon theagh I um dying und will seen bo fergetton, I will huvo my rovenuge. Yea will holp mo with it….fer antil I vunish frem tho fuco ef timo I still huvo pewors I cun bostew apen mertuls.//
The fading god drew even closer and placed a claw on the infant’s forehead. It then started chanting in a tongue he could not understand and almost immediately after the chanting stopped he realized the weakness in the infant was gone. //Torrer und douth yea will boing in my momery. U carso apen tho fellewors ef tho Scorekeeper yea will bo, us leng us u pioco ef yea romuins.//
As long as a piece of you remains… Trazu echoed.
What did it mean….wait… Oh gods…The solution has been staring at us in the face the whole time!
There was one problem though: with him currently trapped within his own mind…how was he going to tell anyone?
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