Wrath and Remorse

[Kill.. Murder.. KILL THEM ALL!]

Kadon's brain went on auto-pilot as his instincts, as well as the force, took over. His body no longer felt pain, and his wounds were closing at a shocking rate. A Juggernaut was approaching the Tomb Raider's outpost, a hulking mass of death was approaching.

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"Hey, Johnny!" a man shouted from a distance,

Johnny turned around, stopping his packing of whatever might be valuable in this god-forsaken tomb, and sees his Twi'lek friend, "Hasr, my friend! What's up? I'm almost done with today's bagging, just gotta take this crate over to the drop-off place." he says, then notices Hasr's worried face and asks, his voice turning serious, "What's wrong."

"It.. it--*gah*." Hasr said, but was interrupted by a Sith Warblade flying straight through him, chopping him up from lower waist to shoulder.

"HASR! NO- *geh*." exclaimed Johnny, before getting run over by a hulky Sith Acolyte.

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Kadon ripped and teared apart the various Tomb Raiders, carving a way through the Tomb Raider encampment. One after another, the seven hundred original Tomb Raiders turned to a hundred fifty. They peppered the Tomb with blaster fire, shooting at Kadon to no avail. The blasters were parried and shot at other Tomb Raiders, getting absorbed by his Force Shield, or the wounds just closed as quickly as they burrowed through his flesh. The men shouted and cried out as they were slowly butchered like pigs. Eventually, the men started to give up, throwing their weapons down and cowering on their knees. Kadon only gave them a look, before moving onwards killing those with weapons. One grabbed their weapon after he left, but a flying Warblade cut through him right after he picked up the weapon, that stopped any of the others from trying it, and just staying down. After a while of slaughter, only the ones cowering on the ground remained. After giving a harsh glare at them, Kadon ran off from whence he came, back to the room the Warblade was held and collapsed on the floor, sleeping soundly as the Force worked from within him, patching together his body, making his flesh stronger with every injury.

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In Kadon's mindscape...

Kadon felt as if he was floating. Floating in a vast void. The feeling similar to being in a Mother's womb. He could feel the Force swirling around him, in separate streams that touched his body. The streams moved his flesh, some streams were calming and peacefully nudged his cells in the right direction. Some other streams forcefully pushed his cells together, then stitched them together passionately. The streams continued their work, but as time went by, the peaceful streams were replaced with the passionate ones. They tightened his muscles, binding them together like steel twin. They made him stronger, faster, and more explosive. Kadon could feel the entire thing. The original peaceful streams felt like they were tickling his skin, and the passionate ones felt as if they were stabbing him relentlessly. He couldn't help but grit his teeth every time the passionate stream touched his body.

[Hurts.. I feel... pain! My body feels as if I have been getting stabbed relentlessly by tiny needles. The needles keep on hitting my nerves too! Fuck! What even is it doing to me?]

Kadon tried to calm his mind, to focus and perceive what was going on, but the pain was too distracting. He tried and tried again, but the prickling pain kept on breaking his focus. He wasn't used to focusing on sensing the Force, it came naturally to him, as it does all Sith Purebloods. And Sith Warriors are not taught to focus, to learn more about the Force and to concentrate. They are taught to use their emotions as fuel and become the killing machine that obtains victory. This was a completely new field to him.

He tried, and tried, and tried yet again to focus. To see what the Force was shaping him into, but to no avail. What seemed like hours went by, maybe even days in the endless void, he tried to focus and sense the various Streams of Force, but the pain kept on growing more and more intense. There were no more peaceful streams left, and the passionate ones were growing more and more active. Kadon was now wrought with constant pain as the Streams of Force constantly plucked at his body, and as if it never existed in the first place, all the pain disappeared, allowing Kadon some respite as he woke up.

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As Kadon came to, he was welcomed by the familiar sight of the Tomb ceiling. He sat upwards, and felt a severe pain from his head.

[Goodness.. Why does my head hurt so bad.]

He tightened his left hand, and noticed he was still holding the Warblade. He lifted it up, and stared at it for a second, the memories of what happened before he collapsed coming to him. The acquisition of the Warblade... The fight against the droids... his destroyed body... and.. Kadon started to feel sick, his killing of the Tomb Raider...

[That.. I killed a man... It.. Surprisingly feels not nearly as bad as people make it out to be. Wait, where is his body..?]

Kadon looked around the room, looking to his left, and seeing a little bit of scrap metal and the Tomb walls. He then looked right, and immediately held his hand to his mouth. The scene of the mangled body gruesome. His blood pooled around him, looking like a puddle after a bit of rain. His arm torn in two from the hand down, and his body cut in half. Kadon felt like he had to vomit. The scene grotesque, but not enough to push him over the edge.

[That.. I did that? I...] Kadon slowly started to remember the details, the feeling of cutting the man in half, of him cutting through his arm, leaving it flailing about, like two meat-whips as the man waved the flesh around. [I.. cut him up.] *Blargh*. Kadon could not handle the two added together and barfed all over the floor next to him, getting onto his knees and unloading his stomach into the sacred tomb ground.

*Cough cough*

"Ok... it really is as bad as people made it out to be.. They never did say it might take some time though... *cough cough*" muttered Kadon.

[Alright, its about time I leave this Tomb. My performance so far has not been good. I need to be better in the future if I wish to have a chance of becoming Baras's apprentice.]

Kadon got up, and noticed his body got much stronger compared to before he fell asleep. He felt heavier, but also lighter somehow.. He felt as if his muscles could easily spring out with extreme force.

[This.. I became much stronger.. Was that maybe what was happening in the dream? Then.. I need to remember how it felt like. If I can replicate it I might become much stronger... It would also help in case any of the other guys reincarnated with me. Wait, I didn't check for them while I was still with my family! Idiot! I should have at least tried to find Alex! The Sith Inquisitor starts as a slave, and if he became a slave... I worry for his safety.. His mental safety... Wait, if he did reincarnate then he probably would have been reincarnated into his player character.. and his player character was supposed to be a.. A GIRL!] *Pfft* Kadon couldn't hold in the laughter, the prospect of his friend getting gender-bended because of a poor decision was too funny. [Oh! Hahaha! Looks like his excuse for looking at a good ass all game bit him in it. Ahahahaha! I can't wait to rub it in when I find him eventually.]

Kadon took some time to laugh it out, then started adjusting to his body. He was now much stronger and faster, control was a bit difficult and he would still have to face many more enemies before leaving the Tomb.

He then spent an hour practicing saber swings and doing various exercises until he got more confident in understanding his body.

[Ok.. A good power increase. I think I have an idea as to how strong I got. Time to get out of this Tomb.]

With that thought, Kadon then went through the Tomb. Any K'lor'Slug that came across his way was immediately eviscerated. The Tomb Raiders actions however made Kadon confused. They all immediately dropped their weapons upon seeing him, begging for mercy.

[What? Before I woke up, they were all out for my blood, but now they act like I'm a debt collector knocking on their door. What the hell happened... Wait, no. Not gonna find this out, I'm out of this god-forsaken place. I have my Warblade, I don't want to... to fight anyone else besides the slugs.]

After a bit of wandering, Kadon finally came out of the Tomb, the Academy looming over all.

[Alright, time to find Tremel and be done with this task.]

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I'm late.. I know...