This cold black.

[Ragsmire]

Entering Corellian space, Memento Mori, Training room.

Several sharp clashes rang out as visible sparks flew between two high friction fast moving blades each aiming for the critical blow that would end the duel. One particularly close call was a clean cut slicing smoothly through the open air mere seconds after he had occupied the spot. Both combatants used a fighting style much closer to fencing then any lightsaber form. their blades; each forged of a cortosis weave that gave the Sabre some form of lightsaber resistance. However for this battle that didn't matter.

The female duelist moved left, right, and low to avoid three more incoming attacks from the other figure. While he was clad in a thick black jacket with a few layers more of clothes lined under it with equally thick Breeches protecting his legs. The female wore about the same in terms of clothing only her's colored white with a few addentional pieces of protective gear.

Tycen Malone spun low and held his weapon to his side vertically to catch an incoming slash attempt from his right. Once parried Tycen quickly turned the blade back on his opponent with a hurried jab only to find empty space where flesh should be. Tina came down on the Sabre putting one end into the durasteel floor while the handle end remained in his palm. Turning his gaze upward Tycen found her Sabre directed at his exposed chest.

"Sir, we've entered the system." The voice of officer Pions' cracked in at exactly the right time to give Malone an Excuse to call off the match, before it was officially ended by the simply fact he was beat fair and square. Tina stepped off the Sabre and removed her helmet as Tycen rose and did the same. Tina stayed back while Tycen addressed the officer.

"Thank you Pion. Inform the deck i will be up momentarily." Tycen received a slight bow from the officer before he started down the hall to relay the news, in the meantime Malone face Tina to regard her. He placed the helmet and Sabre aside before stepping up to her to speak.

"Listen Trinity, you did well today, Exceeded my expectations even, you can go get cleaned up and I'll see to the situation at hand." Tycen was surprised that they were already at Corellia, while they said the trip would be split into two jumps and take about six hours from Felucia that time slip barely registered for him. Malone kept busy the entire time training with Tina and apparently it at least served as a time kill, if she didn't learn anything; which is knew wasn't true.

"Well Tycen, aren't you going to say who won?" She asked before reacting to Tycen's direction. He gave a hefty sigh and dropped his chin but did manage to admit it. "Fine, fine. You won Trinity, now go." She flashed a quick smile before embracing him and running along. Time and time again Tycen never managed to get use to that, which he found as strange considering it was his own sister. Perhaps his distancing himself from others was the reason? Regardless he needed to be someplace.

Corellia space, Memento Mori, Bridge.

As the blast door leading through the intersecting neck that connected the Mori Core ship to the doughnut like outer shell for a fifth time Raines was pleasantly surprised with the arrival of Tycen, at last. On a normal day his sight would be one that ruined appetites, or warranted the silent muffles around a room to be still, considering the man was about as paranoid as they come. But after a thirty plus minute wait on him after they sent Pion had been killer.

Now strutting toward the transparasteel viewport in his new regular attire; Blood red semi mandalorian armor reinforced with irons not known to break under even the intensity that is a lightsaber. Malone himself refused to recognize it as such and insistent it simply had been custom built for him, when most knew that he purchased it and had a few alterations tone to the help and suit.

"Nice of you to join us, Tycen." Raines commented a clearly audibly tone of irritation presence in her tone. She accompanied Tycen on his way to the viewport, the man wanted to see the planet as closely as possible without the augmentations of scoops or cameras. He didn't say a word until he reached his final position a few feet from the reinforced glass.

"Look at it...Corellia." Was all he had to say on the subject. The planet now resembled something closer to Mustafar with red streaks of lava running across the planets surface as if they were rivers. Tycen gazes on entangled by its current state, once a luscious green and blue world transformed into a vortex of evil by the hand of darkness.

He felt it calling out to him, like millions, no billions, of tiny voices screaming for help all at once. He felt his stomach twist into knots at the sensation as his skin paled at the very sight. Tycen managed to choke down a dry swallow before turning away and addressing Raines with a shaky tone.

"Have my Stealth-X prepared i'll be going planet side. Alone." Raines doesn't regard the order with a virbal response instead she simply nods before relaying to one of the officers on deck as Tycen moves out of the bridge and toward the hanger.

[Zilfer]

The planet felt the presence of live, and was almost like a group mind presence. Kuragari, spirits of the void hiding just beyond the sight of mortals behind even the blackest of shadows awaited travelers weak enough to be possessed or overwhelmed. Anyone with just the smallest tingling in the force could feel this place wasn't right, and that something.... wrong had been committed here.

In the hanger of Memento work went on as usual, crew men were about fixing, patching up, and checking systems to make sure they were up to speed. One of the ships was being patched up with a few workers wielding plasma torches. All was normal about the ship if you could call a ship commanded by a force wielder normal.

Suddenly the ship was jarred, violently shaking the whole ship. In the hangerbay light's flashed and sparked out while other's just seemed to be drained of power. Caught in darkness screams erupted around as the light flickered on and off. One of the men working on the ship had put his plasma torch through his team members. There was a sudden stop to the activity as the lights came back and a shadow crept from around the man into his body through his mouth, eyes and nostrils. The ship had stopped shaking, and the lights remained constant once again, and the man stood above his comrades staring at their dead bodies facing away from the door.

[Ragsmire]

Momento Mori, Hanger access corridor.

As he moved through the ship toward his stealth-X fighter in preparation for landing on Corellia. The world was dark now, yet still alive with fury, and that is what frightened him. That rage could find a way into him, Tycen was no stranger to the void and feared the worse with this conquest. While the thought had occurred to him simply to move on and take Balosar instead Malone decided that perhaps dealing with spirits might prove easier over gangsters.

Fast approaching the door Tycen abruptly stopped when he heard someone call out his name. Reacting to the hail Tycen turned around to see the figure of Ilyana Cameron headed toward him. As the doctor who saved his life during the whole kuat fiasco Tycen felt he owed her something, in someway, yet hadn't be able to find the proper way to thank her much appreciated help while it that bad position.

"Tycen, i just wanted to check up on your status, i heard you refused an examine while we were over Felucia?" The initial feeling of relief at the sight of Cameron quickly shifted to dread as he realized that perhaps Patict asked her to followup up him. "Maybe i did, i don't trust the man." Tycen answered turning his gaze back to the hatch that led into the hanger.

"What i fail to understand is why, what did he do?" A good question, with equally good cause behind it, Tycen had harbored a great distrust of medical physicians of all varieity for years, since he was a child, keeping records on him and making radical assumptions regarding things that just weren't their business.

"I don't like him and that's it, subject closed." Cameron recoil for the shortest of an instant before reaching into her lab coat and pulling out a thin card, perfectly squared. She outstretched the piece of paper until he took it, and, while reading it asked.

"Well if you wont see him at least-" Cutting her off mid sentience the ship rocked suddenly and unexpectedly as the lights began to flicker overhead. Cameron tripped but before she met the durasteel floor Tycen managed to grab her arm when panicked shouts of horror and shock made their way down the corridor.


Momento Mori, Hanger.

The lights were back on by the time he settled Cameron and told her to find Tina and give him a report on her status, but the electricity was still in the air, mixed with the tangent aura of death and a gaping void, that was the only way to describe it, a void in the force. Tycen rushed in summoning his DL-44 heavy blaster pistol to hand and pointing toward the abyss, the darkness, the void that he sensed before.

"What's happened!?" Tycen called across the hanger seeking a response, yet no answer was given. Instead the gaze of dozens of scared and abashed crewmen directed him toward the incident. Tycen's former dealings with mystic force beings gave him an advance notice to draw in his force presence as much as possible while he moved in.

Tycen moved up the hanger moving closer and closer to the longsword gunship that, do to a few technical difficulties that occurred at Kuat and had yet to be addressed, was now under repairs. He snapped quickly and turned the corner to see a lone figure standing over the bodies of his fellow crewmen.

"Identify yourself!" He commanded keeping the weapon trained on the worker. Tycen let his gaze drop for a moment to survey the damage done, two engineers sliced wide open with what appeared to be fusion cutter burns, no blood but one man's heart could be seen at the right angle and the others eye had been roasted from its socket.

[Zilfer]

"Have you seen the darkness, Commander?" came the hollow voice of the figure in front of him. He suddenly moved as if his body was having a spasmodic seizure. The movements were very brief and unnatural movements. "I see them.... they've been expecting us."

He man stopped laughing for a moment. A hollow and wheezing laugh like some private joke had been told to him and only him. "I hear.... the voices in my head...." said the man turning to face Tycen the plasma cutter still held firmly in his hand. His eyes were a sickly yellow tint to the Iris and pale white skin. The man took one step forward and from below darkness started to spread out from his footstep and encompass the room. If anyone had ever entered the void they might recognize the tale tell signs of reality darkening shades of black and grey.

"Commander.... Die......" said the man who broke off in manacle laughter before charging straight towards Tycen with nigh but a plasma torch. It was more then just a charge however, for he cleared the distance in a matter of moments aided by the force. A plasma torch coming straight for a jab to Tycen's face.

[Ragsmire]

Momento Mori, Hanger.

The question uttered by the engineer hit Tycen on a deeper level then even he expected, having once nearly fallen to Cain's influence, and battling the darkside since he embraced the force, Tycen had seen the darkness, again, and again. He almost felt his destiny, no matter how hard he fought against it, always lead down that path.

Standing ready and prepared for the man, having already stricken down two of his comrades it was clear something had snapped that caused this change to his demeanor. As appose to the typical way one moves this man was now violently jerking from one side to another almost like he lost control of his own bodily functions. Delusional laughter was next to usher fourth, random and unprovoked, Tycen at this point was sure he had already slipped off the edge of sanity.

He continued on with his psychotic ramblings some mention of voices finding its way to Tycen who, at this point, was about to pull the trigger and end this before it grew any further out of hand until those eyes. A serpent like gold said it all, this man had fallen to the darkside...somehow. And with two last words declaring his intend he rushed Tycen with unreal speed. Reaching him within a matter of microseconds and plunging the fusion cutter forward in a bid for his face Tycen reacted with a sudden low duck narrowly avoiding the attack before he propelled several rounds into his stomach and launched a wave of force energy projected from his palm into his center mass to send him back.

Instead of making some deceleration of victory Tycen kept the blaster trained on him and observed for several moments to make sure it didn't rise again.

[Zilfer]

The body stayed there smoking for awhile unmoving as silence was about the dark room. It looked like the situation was under control when suddenly the man's head jerked back up. "Didn't think it'd be that easy did you commander?"

The man stood his blaster wounds physically healing before everyone's eyes. Cracking a few bones with an arm shrug he renewed his efforts this time lightning sparkling up and down his limbs.

"Disappointing.... is that how you try to kill some one...? You'll have to do better than that Commander," came the figure's hollow voice once again. His speed hadn't dropped in the least bit from the last blow that had been delivered to him, and he came in similar but this time instead of using the plasma torch he instead threw a punch unleashing the electrical energy all in one punch intended to blast Tycen backwards.

[Elifain]

As the shadows began to fade, two spots remained, but those two were lunging forward, almost as fast as the human possessed. One shadow positioned itself between the possessed human, and tycen, and as the cloak faded, leaving a Skirran warrior between the two, a blade hissed to life from the skirran, the blade being held out as if it were a spear, towards the Kuragari possessed human.

The second shadow, revealed a female skirran, standing behind Tycen, who said, En taro adun, human. We are the Ghosts of Aiur. Our master gives his regaurds... As she began to concentrate.

As the Kuragari's electricity attack went off, most of it was deflected by a telepathic wall, formed by the female skirran, but it wasn't enough to stop the attack in its entirety, and so the male skirran still skidded back into Tycen, but his legs were still locked.

Come human! Let us destroy the demon... The male said, before he launched off of his back feet, into a sprint that brought him closer to the posessed human, his energy blade flashing through the air, on coarse for the humans arm.

[Ragsmire]

Momento Mori, Hanger.

As suspected a few simple blast from his gun weren't enough to slay the supernatural being. Tycen had assumed that would be ineffective, at least to a degree, but hoped it would be simple, nothing is. The spirit that had seized the body, clearly a force entity, probably a Kuri-something or another. His training in shadow arts were what seemed like a lifetime ago now and he didn't recall the exact details regarding the creatures, only the most promenade facts stuck out.

As he braced for the coming attack Tycen was surprised to see two more shadow figures emerge, only these were friendly. They were the same alien race as the one at Felucia, and Mon cal. Skirran. It redirected the attack for him, albeit, it still did quite some damage blowing him all the way back to where Tycen stood, which was several yards from the spot the blow connected. As it urged the attack Malone wanted to shout that psychical aggression would lead nowhere, but instead opted to let him serve as a distraction.

Tycen ran forward holstering the blaster quickly, staying a pace or two behind the alien, and after it struck the man capitalized with his own attack. Tycen slapped his right palm into the man's chest and sent a wave of pure force energy up through his arm and into his foe's body; then waited for the results.

If it was anything like the beast at Centauri Prime on the ghost ship then it would react with pain towards the attack, however, considering this wasn't the same creature, perhaps not even a distance cousin, he couldn't be sure.

[Zilfer]

The figures attack instead slammed into the figure that had intercepted him. The spear phasing straight through the possessed man as if he were immaterial. The part that would have been hurt shrouded in shadow. The blast sent the newcomer that had gathered enough courage to interfere, back towards where Tycen was standing. instead of accepting the two's full help and allowing them to take care of the situation Tycen came forward. The figure's face remained emotionless as Tycen came forward with a hand blasting telekinetic energy into the chest of the figure.

A whole blasted straight through the figure leaving a hole the size of a soccer ball. The battle didn't stop there however, as the figure jumped executing a spinning round out kick with electrified the same as the first had been. A succession of blows would rain out until space between either Tycen was forced back or he was killed on the spot. After the barrage of attacks from kicked and punches had died down one could see that the hole that had been from the telekinesis had once again reformed.

"hehehe. Commander and his two freaks. You going to throw the whole circus at me this time?" asked the pale man. He slapped his hands together, and an immense force presence dropped into the room. The presence was heavily darksided and gave off feelings of despair, hatred, and fear. Demoralizing feelings spread throughout the room, and these feelings would only increase the power of the darkside feeding phantom. "Go ahead... give me your best shot... try and kill me Commander!!!"

[Ragsmire]

Momento Mori, Hanger.

As the blow struck and force energy pulsed through Malone into the possessed man the Prince was surprised to find his old reliable trick had failed. The energy did no lasting damage against the creature, the attack in fact proved only helpful in creating more of a mess as it pulsated back and flipped a TIE.

Malone stood in spot as an expression of shock graced his features as he looked at the wound. Tycen lingered a moment too long however as the being jumped in spot in a fast spin that ended in a powerful electrified kick, it only took one, as it hit Tycen was launched several yards to the left of the man, not experiencing anymore then one attack.

Tycen flew nearly three feet off the durasteel floor through the hanger until he came to a ridged stop striking the ground and bouncing off it like a rock on water at least four times until it ended. Once he managed to catch his breathe and take in what happened the first sight Malone was welcomed with was that of the fully healed point of impact.

The being proceeded to mock him as if a child, no more a threat to his well being then a fly. Well Tycen would change that view with one swift move. As the hanger thickened with the dense aura of despair and rage, and terror, Tycen, as oppose to what should be done, decided to utilize the negative energy filling the ship to its brim. He fed off the anger to create a more powerful attack, one that would finish this.

"Time to end this!" Tycen sprang off the ground and into the air landing only feet away from the possessed man. He outstretched one hand and clinched his fist pulling the durasteel beneath the creature's feet up around it until the point that it had become wrapped around it like a blanket. At that point he motioned to launch it out the of the hanger through the magnetic shield, a metallic body could pass through without issue. He threw the being through it, having already been opened in preparation for Tycen's departure.

After it had passed through Tycen summoned his commlink to hand and dialed the bridge frequency. "Tycen Malone to bridge, a foreign object should be moving away from the ship at a steady rate, when it range blast it to bit."

[Zilfer]

The man formerly known as John laughed as the darkside was being utilized by his enemy. His enemy used it to fuel himself and draw from it's power. Durosteel bended forth from the massive energy Tycen was drawing from, and john's laughter only continued. "That's it, give into your emotions. Strike me down! Only with this power will you destroy me!"

He was blasted out to space through the magnetic shield, and then blasters soon trained upon the man formerly known as John. Not that he wasn't already suffocating and dying from Zero G. As the laser's hit the floating object the man was already dead. Meanwhile back in the hanger the darkness that had encompassed the hanger began to fade slowly back to a point and then disappear.

'Hello Commander... even the purest soul is prone to darkness.'

The voice came from within Tycen's mind. Using the darkside had only opened the way for the Kuragari to worm its way in. Tycen could probably already feel the assault on his mind trying to dominate ever last memory and feeling. Greedily feeding on his negative emotions and bringing up past events of emotional scars to entice strong negative feelings.

'Don't fight... It will only mess up your memories more! Haha!'

[Ragsmire]

(OOC: For those who don't want to have to read through the entire thing the last scene should be sufficed enough information for a continuing post.)

Momento Mori, Hanger.

Within moments of the order several blast rang out from the Mori's quad laser batteries the green bolts striking and incinerating the probably already dead corpus of the corrupted engineer. With the welcome sound of the explosion Tycen received a confirmation over his commlink from the bridge.

"Sir, we shot the target...hopefully." His voice told the story of uncertainty, considering space was lettered with rouge objects and how unspecific Tycen had been that tingle of doubt was no surprise, but Malone left it alone not bothering to confirm it was the right target. Instead he moved slowly across the deck toward his Skirran allies, the ones he didn't permit to break into his ship, to have words. The aura in the ship was light and calm again, as was Tycen, The thought briefly crossed his mind. The darkside isn't that power, it can't control me.

"So Ardy couldn't trust me wit-" Hands outstretched and an overly arrogant look composing his expression Tycen suddenly stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentience. Just frozen dead in his tracks, no change in character, his face still locked in that smug grin and overtly confident glare lingering in his emerald eyes, same posture of supreme superiority with opened arms as if welcoming an embrace. The only true change was one that could only be felt, that is, up until his composure finally did break.

After a few seconds of standing in spot, as if a more primitive android running a diagnoses test on its internal systems, Malone dropped to his knees and grabbed his head with both hands letting out a blood chilling howl. That voice, it was him, the technician, how'd he get in, how did he get inside? It was all Tycen could think. His words, ones that were meant to mock perhaps. Pure soul, Tycen had never been such a thing. But as he thought about what was said imagines took their place.

Tycen was there again, he was just a kid under his father, never as good as Real, but not quite the trash that most were, he never managed to please Arrogus and it drove him to the edges of madness as an adolescence. Shortly after his disgrace in the trial of kings, a challenge he was foolish enough to believe he could handle at seven years of age, Tycen found his mother becoming more of a protector with each passing day under Arrogus' insane expectations for him.

However this guardianship came at the ultimate cost. one day when he was sixteen-no, no, he was eight, how did the notion that he was sixteen come to be? The creature was mixing his memories! When he was eight and Arrogus was in a particularly legendary drunken spell he commanded all manor feats and accomplishments from Malone.

Crimson, his mother, demanded Arrogus to stop his insane obsession over an even greater hair to the throne then ever before. The defiant outcry of preservation from his wife in regards to their, for all he could care, failure son was enough to drive the raging king to the edge. That night he stalked Tycen through the palace to kill him, point blank with a slug thrower. What his father hadn't counted on was Crimson, while struggling for the gun, was shot in the head and put into a coma, one that'd last for over ten years.

Arrogus was grief stricken, he might has well have killed her, the one woman he cared for enough to wed and he'd shot her. Well the common conception was he loved her, Tycen didn't believe that horrible excuse for a Titan could feel. Thinking back Malone really did realize how much he dispensed that man, why was he still alive then...why had Tycen not killed him yet, he was stronger then him at this point, yet all he ever tried to do was attain his approval!

A sudden jerk and Tycen saw he was back in the hanger face down on the Durasteel. Some strange female voice was speaking to him, his vision was blurred and he couldn't make out the words, who was that? Whomever it was she flipped him over and supported his head while still shouting any number of things at him, it was entirely possible she was confessing a hidden love, or finally letting him know just how much she hated him.

At last his eye sight cleared to show the remarkably beautiful features of Ilyana Cameron, Perhaps it was something about the moment, or maybe he was blind, but Tycen never noticed just how good looking she was. Dark brown hair with matching eyes, young eyes, younger then he'd thought she'd looked before. They appear soft too, ones meant for looking into...

And then it happened again, faster then he could blink, or maybe he did blink and it was the cause? Never the less he was on Terra again, Tycen could surmise that simply by the room, built with several large windows all meant to harness the sun's light it only made the room blazing hot during the daytime. He was in one of the Terra royal military academy's test centers, taking a final exam more then likely.

If this was the time he recalled he'd meet Trinity for the first time today, and while he's known her for a much shorter time then Real, she was more of a sister to him then Real. But regardless they were all related somehow...so why did the thought even cross his mind over who was more sisterly; Did it have something to do with these mind tricks?

The class is called into attendance and names are called off in conjuncture with that person's seat to the throne, meaning Tycen's was called first. He tried to recall hearing Trinity's but considering she was so far down the list she barely made a splash with him. But now in an out of body state Tycen saw that when called Tina simply rose and gave a humble bow to indicate her presence before taking her chair again, this was before she began to open up, Tina was still very quiet. After all twenty four names are checked off the list the exam actually begins.

Tycen opened his book, but the words...the words, they're not written in basic, nor are they in the Titan original language of Nital, they are are manor of symbols, runes, or glyphs that seem to make out a language he's never seen before. As he moves to ask the tutor what's going on the signs start moving in a circle and slowly form a world pool before it sucks him in.

...?

Tycen's eyes burst open from the drama of the false memory to find the cool night air whipping passed his face sending a chill down to the bone. Gradually the thought strikes him and he realizes the he isn't pressed face first into the Mori's durasteel floor, instead he is plummeting ever faster through the Terran night. He screams but it does nothing to stop him until he hits a rough conforming material which brings the initial thought of water to his mind.

However this is not water, no, it's stopped him, meaning its got some substance to it. But Tycen can take it in his hand, hold it, yet it still slips through his fingers. It's rough and gritty as well, its only when he finally pulls himself out of the stuff that he realizes its sand, black sand. Tycen rises to find himself in an forever stretching barren and desolate arid Sahara. A solitary deadwood tree stands several meters away as the only source that anything can survive this wasteland.

Tycen spits the sand out of his mouth and dist his clothe off before looking at the tree again, then circling around to try and spot another sign of life; Nothing. So in the assumption that it is his lone option and perhaps the only correct one Tycen hiked to the tree. Once there, the journey only taking five minutes, Tycen sees nothing, nobody, no animals, no aliens, to Cameron, Tina, or Raines.

As he moves passed the tree the slightly sound is heard, the gradual slither of...of what, it sounds metallic, durasteel perhaps, and then as suddenly as it came it disperses into the night again. The sudden cold tingle of death's hands comes over Tycen which gave him the notion to jump, and so he did. Malone rolled to his right without any real indication of danger, but it was the right move.

The sound of the air getting chipped clean through rings behind him, where he was standing only moments before. A shadowy figure wielding a long dark vibroblade retracts his arm gripping the blade with both hands this time. He turns to face Tycen again to reveal the figure to be himself. Noticeably the only clearly definable change to his appearance is his eyes. Blazing red gem almost like ruby's occupy the space his Emerald eyes should be.

It charged him again, coming full force with a left to right swing. Tycen has no means of defense and therefore ducks underneath it, not the best move as the shadow delvers a knee to his chin that is nearly bone shattering. Tycen flails backward tripping in the constantly shifting sand and rolling downhill for several moments. He doesn't receive a moment to catch his breath, the instant he looks back up the hill it's to find the shadow airborne and headed for him with the vibroblade held high.

Tycen lifts a hand to launch the shadow back from whence it came but nothing happens, no force powers, he flings he arm forward once to try and will it to work, but still nothing. Finally he pulls himself free and jumps a few inches to the right, just enough to avoid the next attack which would have split Malone into two perfect even horizontal pieces.

Again he is not given an instant to rest as the attack pulls the blade from the black sands again spinning and thirsting it into the pile behind and to his left, where Tycen should be. He rolled in the sand further to the right sensing the attack at its helm. To counter the shadow pulls it out and digs it in again, only this time in a wide slice into the sand. Tycen managed to narrowly dodge decapitation by rolling even further to the right, but that tricks getting old and Malone knows it. So after rolling far right to avoid another jab at him he rolls backward to get on his feet, kicking the sword in his aggressors hand launching it skyward.

The shadow is smart, unlike Tycen who isn't thinking. He looks up waiting to catch the blade on its decent, the shadow on the other hand has grown fond of the notion of fighting bare knuckled and punches Tycen across his left cheek. Malone returns the blow but received another two in exchange, hand to hand wasn't his thing.

After Tycen's attempted a sweep kick and failed, instead getting tossed to the ground, he scraps himself off the ground tossing sand into the shadows eyes to blind it, which, to his surprise, actually works. While its blind Tycen slugs through the sand to the sword, which landed about the time he threw sand in his shadow's eyes. Tycen manages to get a hold of it and charges full force into the Shadow with it, impaling the still blind demon.

Suddenly he snaps back into it, he's on the Mori again. Eyes wide open and fully aware of his surrounding. Tycen is unsure how much time passed but is aware its been at least an hour, or two, considering Raines as made her way down from the bridge to check on the situation. He's still in the hanger which is odd considering he'd assumed they get him to the medical wing.

Momento Mori, Hanger.

"Ilyana." Its the first name Tycen is able to muster, why he's not sure, but saying he name leaves a burning in his throat, he's completely dehydrated, his mouth felt like an empty cave, no moister within it whatsoever. Fortunately Cameron heard him the first time and rushes over, with Raines sticking back, however Tina joins Cameron.

"Tycen!"
"Tycen!" The two manage in perfect synchronous, almost as if it was practiced. Tycen's leaning up now supporting his body wit his arm while still trying to comprehend what happened. Had he expelled that spirit, perhaps his shadowed form was its embodiment? Or maybe that was a trick and it still lingered in his mind, slowly sucking away who he was?

Quickly the horror sets in, what if it consumed some of his memories? How would he even know if that happened, he wouldn't realize if he was forgetting something cause it would have taken it? Wait...the words returned to Tycen, mess with his memories, the spirit never mentioned taking them...or did it, maybe it took that memory?

"Here, drink." Ilyana hands him some water, which is a sight Tycen is more then thankful for as he galumphs it down within seconds. After getting a drink Tycen forces himself to his feet, though advised against it. Raines stands several meters away, asking questions concerning the incident. Tycen's not surprised, even if she did have a solitary bone in her body that cared for his well being she wouldn't show it.

Tina looks overcome, possibly worried that Tycen had died she hangs back, not as far as Raines, but not as close at Cameron. She looks to have been crying, at least to some degree, was it really that bad? He shakes the thought and continues to adjust back to his body, willing to speak with Tina after getting to the bottom of this.

After swallowing, wetting his mouth, and getting air back into his lunges Tycen finally addresses Ilyana regarding what just happened. Her reply is the entire story, from the hanger corridor to the fight with the possessed man, which she had to hear from another Tycen assumed, to the time he spend unconscious, she proceeds with that and advises he return to the medical wing for treatment, an offer Tycen declined, insisting he was fit to continue with the mission. After a relative state of normal is restored Malone holds a minute, waiting to hear from the Skirran, whom have finally re-registered on his radar.

[Elifain]

as Tycen finally came out of the unconciousness that settled in after the spirit jumped into him, The two members of the Ghosts of Aiur stepped forward, from the back of the room.

Well fought, human. If only you hadn't passed out... The male said, before the female continued, It would have been an interesting ordeal, fighting those that will not die easily.

The two skirrans stood straight, blank looks encompassing that of their faces that could be recognized as movable.

[Ragsmire]

Momento Mori, Hanger.

With his head on straight and the dizziness practically cleared from his head Tycen choked down a final swallow of the water before turning to address his company. The two aliens were both obviously Ardus' guards, or maybe they were an elite assassination unit. While the thought did register Tycen quickly wiped it from thought, if they wanted him dead they wouldn't have interrupted the conflict with the spirit. Instead he motioned to defend his honor as it were.

"I didn't pass out, i was mentally attacked. That thing tried to corrupt me." He said directing a hand toward the magnetic shield from whence he dispatched the being. However that only lasted a moment as he moved to address the real issue.

"What i'd like to know is why you two are here, on my ship, without permission?"

[Elifain]

The two skirrans looked to eachother, as tycen made his "defense", an amused glimmer crossing their eyes, before they looked back to Tycen, in time to catch his question.

We were sent as... Observers, to your actions. Our stepping forward to intervene will not happen again... The female said, the male staring at Tycen for a moment longer, before fading into the shadows, as the cloak they used appeared to do. The female stood still for a moment longer, waiting for any questions.