Enter
Sandman
Turge
was a fan of the pre-emptive strike. When he heard the Warden’s order, the
massive mutant barrelled into a Magna droid, flattening it. His massive arm
flung the second droid into the air. It hit the wall and smashed into spare
parts.
Meanwhile
Wraith snuck behind the Warden and the two droids guarding him. His lightsabers
arced and, with their Authorized User gone, the droids fell back to their last
command. They rushed at Turge. The hulking giant punched and flailed his
massive hands. The droids never got a single hit in. Wraith unleashed Force
lightning, disintegrating the droids before they could get up again. Turge
turned and growled at Wraith.
“It’s
all right,” he said as he raised his hands. The plasma blades had disappeared
into the lightsaber hilts. “I’m here to free you. The Force showed me to path
to-”
Without
warning the massive mutant shot towards him. Wraith jumped high and out of the
way.
“I’m
not here to hurt you.” Turge looked at Wraith, who was hovering in mid-air beyond
his reach. The mutant’s muscles coiled as he crouched and leapt upwards. His
jump height exceeded Wraith’s and he loomed over the human. With unnatural
precision, Turge tilted forwards and on top of Wraith. His massive frame hit
Wraith and together they fell.
Turge’s
body hit the ground in a body slam and left a crater. Wraith teleported away at
the last second and hovered away. Turge roared, shaking the room with his voice
and grabbed a piece of debris. He hurled rock at Wraith who had to use the
Force to deflect them as he flew nimbly in between. He positioned himself on
top of Turge and unleashed lightning. His intention was to incapacitate, not
kill. But the beast was so powerful that even his most lethal power would only
slow him down. Red lightning shot from Wraith’s body and into Turge. The mutant
flailed and roared, obviously in agony.
Wraith
went into a nose dive and latched onto Turge’s head. Lightning still arced from
him through the heart. He grasped the mutant’s head and mentally dove into it.
The beast’s mind was too strong for the Sith’s commands – hence why it was
always caged. Instead the Sith chose to lock away every ounce of reasoning
Turge possessed as punishment and incentive. The mental barriers were an
ancient Sith magic but the Force had illuminated Wraith as to how best dissolve
them. Now it was just a matter of diverting Force form lightning to the Art of
the Small, in combination with telepathic powers. It was risky since at that
moment, if Wraith brushed against the wrong spot in Turge’s head, the beast
would tear off the helpless Wraith and rip him apart.
The
first block was his reasoning. Turge was human once. Wraith allowed him to
understand and learn once more. The roaring stopped, replaced by sheer
confession. Wraith then unleashed his memory. He saw Turge’s abduction and
experimentation. To prevent an outburst Wraith unblocked his emotions, letting
him remember pain, joy, rage and content. Finally, Wraith allowed the beast to
speak once more.
“Who
are you?” Turge’s voice was a deep baritone rumble. Wraith gave him memory of
himself and his mission.
“I
am not the enemy,” he said. Turge’s onyx eyes locked with Wraith’s.
“I
sense Evil in you. You are Sith, like him.”
“No,
Turge. Not like him. I want to make you my partner not my slave. I am neither
Sith, nor Jedi. I am completely free. And now so are you.”
“He
won’t let us leave,” rumbled Turge.
“Who
is he?”
“The
Sith who is master. He controls all.”
Wraith
gently placed his hand on the beast’s forearm. Turge recoiled but allowed the
gesture.
“But
he could not control you now could he?” said Wraith. “Perhaps this Sith is not
as powerful as you think.”
From
behind them, darkness and evil emanated like a tidal wave. A single figure clad
in shadows, emerged.
“I
beg to differ.”
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