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Angel's fear of losing the Dark Lord became stronger when she heard him say those words. She saw the secret chamber open up, and the moment she recognized medical equipment, she carried him to it as quickly as she could, where she started to administer treatment. " Hang in there, Phoenix. I won't let you die on me... " she said. Her focus was solely on keeping him alive, unaware she had tears coming down the sides of her face. She stayed there, making sure nothing went wrong, and waited until his condition became stable.

Drako followed the tech. Walking into the room he felt his vents go off as some large burden was lifted.

" Finally! "

Drako started to work. His armer was flawed. He needed better parts.

......I need to be human..... Drako thought. His saddess raced through him. The saddness turned to fear, that fear into hate.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me

Drako let out a low growl. He worked faster.

" I NEED ONLY MY SABER!! " Drako yelled as he turned to the tech.

" I will not fail! I ....I....I AM SITH! " His words came out cold and unsure.

Drako collected him self. He got back to work and started fixing a new body.

Neb watched the disk play out what someone considered to be his life. Well, his life accordingly to record.

Neb watched as the tape unfurled scenes from early training, probably no later than 8 years ago.

"Hmm... Something I should mention. You know, I was aware of the force and the ability to use it before I joined the Jedi. However, I never had practiced it, and found no real use for it, besides it giving extra punch when fighting."

He noticed the tape switch to various trials, one lifting a boulder, another going through the temple to gain his lightsaber.

"This is odd. They aren't showing anything besides triumphs... Or anything of that matter on what was before this. No information on where I was found or anything..."

Neb punched some keys, trying to access files on the disk, but constantly distracted, noting on some various scenes of his past.

"Well, here we go. The first use of what I call, the force wedgie," And on cue, a younger Neb had performed the vile stunt. "It happened to come about when someone dared me to do it to the master. Wait a tick."

Neb finally found what he was looking for. "I thought this set of videos was oddly arranged. This data had been locked. Strange it won't take my entry into restricted access... Skywalkers must work... and it does..."

The disk, which had been playing horribly bad video streams, now turned to a professional quality. the color returned, the vibrations and filtration decreased, and the table of contents came up.

"Now the show begins," Neb stated, as he accessed the real footage. From day one at the praxium, to four years later, a full documentary had been composed professionally.

...............................

About half an hour had passed, as Neb began searching through various other files. He could tell that Mordranna was getting bored watching silent clips of his life, until something caught his eye.

"Parents." He stated. the file opened up, showing a dossier (Doss-ee-aye) much like an imperial folder. Unlike the previous footage, which was silent, with small footnotes here and there, this one contained nothing except what was on the screen. Small notes were made in between lines of text, obviously written over in such manner as to suggest post-research commentary.

Prisoners of the imperial garrison stationed on Tatooine, this couple has been imprisoned due to tratiorious acts against the empire, including smuggling, assault, piracy, theft, murder, slander, libel, assassination attempts, just to name a few.

False, the Wulf family was imprisoned on false charges. Further reasearch indicates that the monthly quota had not been met, and they were frightened of the local leader.

The couple was sent to.....

Neb scrolled down, until something more caught his eye.

Sentenced to death after vast amounts of fruitless torture, we have recorded the last moments of their life.

Neb watched as the screen turned into a video clip of Neb's parents, beaten, bloodied, and by far treated as the worst possible prisoners possible.

"I can't believe it. So this is what became of them after they were dragged away."

Then, a familiar face came in, as Neb turned a horror-stricken glance towards Mordranna. A scream and a shot came from the clip.

"You?"