Force Hound

Survival. Power. Strength. Fear. Hate. Disgust. This is what brewed inside the once child now young adult whose dull jade green eyes stared off into space though his eyes within the Force stared into the abyss of the Star Forge. Like a gateway to the dark side, the forge spilled whispers of power, passion, and sweet nothings, the promise to be able to protect those he wanted with power feared by others that could go unrivaled. Every time the abyss beckoned him it came back stronger, his will to fight was being degraded and was being ripped away from him, shred by shred as he sunk deeper into the core of the forge, closer to the darkness his eyes couldn't be torn away as they were locked onto the swirling void.

Gaivon looked around nervously, gathering the armor and saber that he had prepared, nervous to see the transformation that Senth had gone through, the little white knight being enticed by the darkness and beckoned with power. Oh, how it made his spine tingle and made him fidget with excitement, the labors of hard work were soon to pay off! He had done this for one reason, even at his old age he wanted to show that he was a force to be reckoned with, his ingenuity had lead to this experiment and if it did what he hoped, would make the most fearsome hound that the Infinite Empire had the pleasure to produce.

The dull throb of the abyss called Senth closer, his old name discarded as it was a forgotten and unreachable part of him now. The forge continued to whisper to him gently as it showed him a vision, Gaivon toiled over the armor as he put on some finishing touches. He watched him finish when things seemed to jump, the Rakatan now sitting at a table with a worried and stressed look in his eyes. Senth watched as the forge began to whisper, taking grip of the reptile and sending them into a mad fit as fury and unintelligible madness overtook him. The forge whispered to him but he couldn't understand as his stomach turned and his mind gasped to life, jerking him back into the world of the living.

Gaivon looked at his notes, then the time, his hands shake as an anxious and unnerving fear spread through him. He was nervous that Senth had not become the desired product but instead a miasma soaked corpse that was devoid of force ability. He sighed as he gathered up the plainclothes and headed towards the FFF, fiddling with the controls as he began to prepare for Senth's awakening back unto this world once more. The clicking and whirling had begun, the tedious wait for the opening of the FFF had begun as it began to draw Senth's static mind back to his body. The sounds of the pressurized restraints hissed as they were released, an echo filling the room as the harmony of humming from the other FFFs was interrupted. The core of the Star Forge reacted to this sudden shift and ripping as the power fluctuated for a moment and the core shifted. The large ball of blinding white energy seemed to react to the changes being made as if something crucial was being forcibly ejected from the machine, the spaceport creaking in protest, the structure made a loud metallic creek in retaliation but was ignored.

Senth could feel himself being ripped away from the abyss, his head felt as if it was splitting in two, painful and almost unbearable. He felt as if his fragile mind was going to shatter like a pane of glass, his skin crawling as the dark let out a screech comparable to nails on a chalkboard. He felt as if he had been slammed back into a body that no longer wholly welcomed him, his flesh felt like a molten metal prison compared to the cold unfeeling abyss he had grown so accustomed to as an excruciating scream left him and a pulse of power flooded the forge. Anger and fear flooded him as his dull jade green eyes darkened with his emotions, the machine he fell out of twisting out of his will she lay sprawled on the ground like a newborn calf, shaking and unstable, taking in the unfamiliarity breath of life even if it pained him to do so.

Gaivon found it difficult to breathe, the air thick with a miasma of the dark side, the air almost seemed to shift as he slowly stumbled back, trying his hardest to put enough distance between him and Senth so he might be able to take a fresh breath. A cable catches him off guard, his footing lost as he fell back, a flash of darkness as fear spread through him and everything grew cold. This was the will of the dark side and he bent to its will, it was never him forcing it to his but he was always being played since the beginning.

Senth struggled to stand, his hands slowly placed on the FFF as he pulled himself off the ground with a heavy head, the sound of a dull thud echoed as he shakily looked back at the body that laid on the floor. Gaivon laid lifeless, his eyes empty and devoid of life as blood began to pool around his head but Senth felt nothing for the molder of his life. He was just another life that was snuffed out, so long as Senth lived he would be content and challenge those who tried to squander it.

He sat there, regaining his breath as the doors to the room opened and a group of Predors stepped in to see the scene and felt the wave of the dark side flowing off of the slave, sick smiles crossing their faces as their greedy eyes stared down the slave with lust for power.