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Was it all just a dream? No, the seering pain in his left side-all over his body-was too real to be a figmant of his imagination. He may not have lost consciosness, but it most certanly felt like a dream.

He had heared of how the mind basicly shuts itself down from intence amounts of pain, it goes into a sort of off state, a state of wandering if you will. Some people were able to do it at will, a sort of deep day day dream. This wasn't one of them.

As he tried to move, the pain in his left side intinsified, nearly blinding him. Three...mabey four ribs felt like they were missing. His sight had now tripled do to the concution. Strange, how was he able to make it this far through all of it?

He slowly became aware of how badly burnt his skin was. The Korriban sun was brutal on regular humanoids, even worse so on albinos such as him self. His white hair did serve to deflect most of the rays from burning the top of his head how ever, a good thing in its self. He had a bad enough head ach to deal with as it was.

"Have to find some sort of medical atention."

A dip in a Kolto tank would be more than enough, but he douted he would have that sort of luxsury here. The place looked as though it was very well kept. The floor shined and there was a great abscense of dust. If thier were people here, then there had to be med pacs.

"Mmmm...morphine..."

He chuckled on the inside, his condition would not permit him to laugh. He tried to stand, finding it very dificult. He managed to make it to his feet, but when he tried to walk, a deluge of pain over came him. He looked to his droid, the idea almost came instantly.

"Hey, I need a ride."

"Deeeet!?"

"That right, a ride. And try not to hit any bumps."

"Beeep! Deet de-tetet-deet. Breeeet!"

"Get your metal a** over here!"

The little astromech relictantly rolled over to him, he was glad it was a restored T3 model, the R2s and R4s were much to cylindracle and narrow.
He sat down on its top piece. The little droid had to lock the hydrolics in place to support him. It tweeted its disaproval, but rolled on all the same.

He had no idea were e was going, he sat on top of the droid clenching his side and wincing. He just nodded in one derection and told it to move, hoping that that was the right way.

I'm gunna wipe this things memory, mabey I can get it to be more cooperative then. Yea...and mabey a Huttese will fly out my a**.

Atra frowned, not attempting to mask the impatience that so couded her normally-serene facial features. As the door whisked shut, she idly reached out to press the autolock button. With a frown, she turned to the adjacent Dark Jedi.

"Perhaps I'm a bit too vehement at the moment, but there's good reason," she stated. She crossed her arms and proceeded to pace back and fort, moving between the far wall and the door, every once and a while glancing up to give Luke a muted glare.

"A clean, refreshing area is used by its owners to recreate themselves," she mused, "but when pollution becomes an issue, the gardeners proceed to clear it out."

Atra's pacing suddenly ceased, and she whipped around to stare in her counterpart's direction. Her brief explanation had been vague; merely her explaining her recent 'concerns' to her highest underling. Of course, it would be obvious to HIM what she was alluding to, and she did so shamelessly.

Not caring if he was stupid enough to miss her drift, she gave him an explanation. "The Jedi have been infesting the crust and caverns like termites." She spat the last word. "They must leave-- or we need to leave. I'd rather it be the former overthe latter."

Eric now stood outside his eyes narrowed towards the door. He was now muttering to himself lightly under his breat. "Maybe this place isn't right for me, after all I already despise that Dark Lord. And anyway, I was doing just fine by myself, no orders, no obeying and no loyalties." Eric now smiled then turned and stared at the walls. "Maybe these will help me find a way to become stronger, after all, what else could these markings mean?" He stood there, studying the wall for a few minutes.

He awakens in the cell feeling renewed and refreshed after having a long sleep, he figures that he must of passed out from over exertion but he did not care, he could tell his control over the force was getting stronger. Soon it would be as if the force was a person and he had his hands around the neck, he knew he would be in control of it soon enough and thatit would serve him, but what good was controling the force if he was left in a cage? He realized with his increased power he would probably be able to kill the gaurds and free himself, he doubted that the darklord had expected as much from him and that the gaurds standing gaurd were probably just gaurds. He could always be wrong, perhapes she had sensed what he was capable of in the back of her mind and left powerful gaurds incase he managed to tap into his true power, either way it doesn't matter he knew he was going to get out sooner or later either through breaking out or being released for good behaviour. He sits up and goes straight to his work out witht he force, he plans on working out with the force all day while working his body a bit more, with in his time in the cell he managed to almost triple his muscle mass, being in a cell even for less then a weak working out all day would make any one buff.

He looks around his cell, pacing frantically while moving the objects around the room with the force.

If I try to break out, I'm gonna get thrown back in here I know it, but if I wait.... maybe I'll be released.

He moves the objects around as fast as he can strugling only slightly on occasion. He looks around the room and thinks, he knew that even if he could past the gaurds he was dead cause the dark lord would know he was out, hell she'd probably kill him herself. She did think lowely of him, so he thought maybe the gaurds weren't strong, this thought crossed his mind over and over, but he didn't want to be reckless, he'd play it casually and slowly. He wanted to see how things would turn out with out his interference, to test fate, he did not fear death, he faced it every day of his life in the past. He merly feared the power of the others, and he despised the way they looked down on him even though they were right to do so. He vowed that when he got out of the cell, he would go into the town and vent his anger on the people.

It was strange to find a fully operational medical facility in such a place. Kolto tank and all. He would have loved to take a dip in that but he doubted he had the time. He snatched up a few med packs and applied them to the needed places.

The cool feeling spread through his insides like water, flowing over his broken ribs and aching muscles. His muscles were healed almost instantly, but his ribs still needed time. The kolto in the medpacks served to heal what could by done so with such limited artificial methods, without the tank the rest would take time.

He was able to walk now, but not wihtout having to indure a moderate amount of pain. His skin was still red but no longer burned, the pain killer he took served the purpose they were made for, he couldn't feel a damn thing! The little droid's chirping was lost in the pills side effect. Euphoria has replaced what ever other sence he had had.

For the time being he ignored the droid, it was time to find his way back to the entrance. He wasn't sure if he wanted to met any one on the way though. He had caught a glimpse of a few markings on the temple walls. He was now sure he wasn't in any kind of Jedi temple. Were ever he was, the inhabatants, if any, were devouted to somthing else. Somthing otherthan the jedi code.

Trance smirked as he leaned against a wall and looked down at the markings. Somthing I could get used to.

He felt his way down the corridor, no longer able to trust his own eye sight. He was able to find his way back to the round room of the entrance way. He stpped over to the main opening and sat down in it. He figured he had already insulted the temple its self by travling in without being invited. He guessed it would be suicide to do any more damage.

He sat down in the entry way and leaned against the frame, placing his hand on his left side where his healing ribs were. It wasn't long before he drifted off into a dreamless, and thankfuly whisperless, sleep.

((I probably won't be back untill next week or the week after. Mabey some one could respond to this and i can get back to it.))

Luke lent his head forward, bowing slightly to the Dark Lord, showing the he would do his master's bidding.

Yes Master. I will depart immediately....

Luke raised his head then swiftly turned around, waving his hand subtly(sp?) towards to door, causing it to slowly open. Before he left the Dark Lord's chamber, he looked over his shoulder to her.

....However, would it be alright if I borrowed a few of the initiates, rather than simply destorying them? I think I may have a use for them....

Atra arched an eyebrow at Luke, giving him a "do-what-you-wish-but-kill-them-afterwards" look. She folded her arms, and watched as her highest underling departed.

The moment he stepped out of her private room, the door slammed shut and she was once again left in silence. The room had no lights on, and thus was now pitch black, save for a trickle of sunlight that wormed its way through the heavy curtains that hung in front of a single window.

"Plans are in motion, Eminence," she murmured to no one in particular.

Out of the corner of her eye, Atra noted a translucent, satisfied smirk.