Vehement

Part I - All-Seeing Sith

He was withering in his chains. Alive. Only just alive, waiting almost for something to change or happen. They had not even used a lightsaber, only for light. The eerie red glow against the metal chains, ropes, was always a sign they were coming. They never used a vibro-blade, no. That was too easy. The wounds would be cauterised, healing. The room was laced with force-limiting substances. He couldn't work out what it was.

It was like being cut off from most of his senses. For the first time in his life, he could only see just in front of him, could only feel the chains rubbing against his slowly bleeding wrists. It was isolating, a numbness. The familiar presence of all things, midichlorians, were gone. The usual connection to his Master, the waves of calm and comfort, were gone. Severed.

The door creaked open, sliding slowly, tauntingly, so that he could see the rust covered hallway and the menacing figure swathed in shadow. A single bladed lightsaber in hand. It illuminated the eerily pale skin, the worn black fabric, his black hair. Most importantly, the yellow eyes. He would always remember those eyes.

The man – no. The sith walked closer, the heat of the lightsaber almost burning as it got closer. Farah closed his eyes, only to have the bony hand of the Sith grasp under his chin.

'Open your eyes Jedi,' he spat, 'so I can see the fear within them. So I can see that you're less of a Jedi than you pretend to be.' Farah took a silent breath as he tried not to tremble. Steeling himself, he opened his eyes, hoping that no fear could be seen. The sith only chuckled. It was haunting, echoing around the room.

Leaning closer, the sith stabbed a silver blade into Farah's side, leaving it in. He should have pulled it out, to have the wound fill with blood, torture, Farah thought bitterly. Bitter. It was not something for a Jedi, even a padawan, to be. He gritted his teeth against the pain, wishing he could release his emotions into the force.

The sith placed something into his bound hands. Cold and smooth. Even with his limited abilities with the force, he could tell that this thing, was full of darkness. The shields around the room lifted.

For a moment it was a relief, he could feel the objects in the room, the channel connecting him and his master. It was weakened, but there. Then, like a wave on kamino, came the presence of the dark side. He tried to block it out, but to no avail. The thing in his hand, was too strong. It seemed to be a holocron, but unlike any he had ever seen or felt. Dark voices in the sith tongue of Korriban wove through the air, through the force. It was suffocating. The sith placed his own hands around the holocron, forcing Farah to hold on.

The words in the forbidden language, almost seemed to become clearer. More similar to galactic basic. He tried to shake his head, to rid himself of the dark side presence, but it was too close and too strong.

'Yes. Listen. Listen as your brother did before you. As your brothers and sisters, the exiles, have done before you.' The sith commanded, tone laced with anger. There was nothing else he could do.

He touched the glowing red of the holocron, so the skeletal fingers would stop crushing his bones. Rather than see the sith, the prison that he knew was around him, he saw the door open again. The sith seemed to step aside. Two figures appeared, one dragging another. He recognised one instantly. His master, bloodied and scarred. The other, swathed in black, the faint glint of yellow eyes, had one red saber ignited, the second was peeking out from his belt. He shoved Farah's master to the ground in the dirty cell, before throwing off the hood of his cloak with a growl. Farah let out a choked gasp. Under the light of the red saber, he could see their facial features clearly.

It was, himself. Older, scarred, yellow-eyed, but himself.

In shock, he unleashed the force to destroy the holocron. It shattered in his hand, falling to the floor. The dark side presence dissipated. The door opened again, slowly, tauntingly once more. A cloaked figure, like the vision. His master, bleeding, like the vision. He couldn't help but shake. His master's expression was guarded, but Farah could see fear.

'Padawan!' His master exclaimed in shock. 'Release him!' he commanded, his voice laced heavily with the force. 'You must release him.' He commanded again, to which the sith laughed dryly.

'You think mind tricks work on me? I am strong minded. I left the Jedi due to this strength. I will not. I believe that we, will wait, until your young apprentice is turned. Then we will see true strength.' The sith hissed.

His master steeled himself. 'It will not happen.' Farah wondered how he could have such faith, especially when his master proposed a haunting deal. 'Take my life, but free my apprentice.' He commanded.

Farah rattled his chains. As the sith nodded in agreeance, he plunged his lightsaber into the chest of Farah's mentor. All he could do was watch and scream. The burn, the thud as his lifelong mentor collapsed to the ground.

'Now young apprentice. Korriban awaits you.' The Sith cackled as Farah let loose another scream.