The Kaibant Project (Zail, Kaious, Kaibant)

[kaious]

"And you really think this is possible?" Zail looked at him skeptically, doubt plain in his eyes and in the air.

"It can be done, it won't be easy." Kaious said, smoking a deathstick and placing a few more kolto fluid orders on the datapad in his hand.

"This has been done before?" Zail asked again, the doubt unwavering, he was a master of untrusting and suspicion and it had served him well. Kaious knew that asking him to have faith or believe would fall on deaf ears.

Sighing Kaious admitted "Yes... Once that I know of."

"When?" Zail asked, like a dog on the hunt.

They occupied the Claw office in the Sith Spire. Kaious sat at the table, wearing his comfortable traveling gear, smoking and drinking while filling orders for the equipment he'd need. Zail wore his battle armor and paced behind the Nightbrother Zabrak.

"Oh... About four years ago I suppose." Kaious said nonchalantly, tapping the ashes off his deathstick and still not looking at the Darth he served so faithfully.

"...On whom was this procedure used?" Zail asked, quietly, his pace ceasing and his gaze falling completely on Kaious. That kind of attention is palpable at best. The full weight and attention of Zail fell upon Kaious, an itching burning sensation that encompassed him completely.

Kaious remained quiet for a moment, setting down the datapad and his drink, and placing the lit deathstick into the ashtray on the table.

"It was used on Me." Kaious finally said.

Zail watched him for a short time, many questions clearly rising in his mind. Questions for now, questions for later, questions about the nature of who or what Kaious was. All questions he'd sensed in others before. But all he said was:

"It is no small thing to bring someone back through the force, to reforge them in kolto and remake them from energy into a living breathing being." Zail took a soft breath and leaned forward towards Kaious. "But we need all who would follow us... You will do this Kaious, build the tank and you and I will commune with the force."

"We must bring Kaibant back."

[Zail]

We must bring Kaibant back...


Zail's order rang clearly in Kaious' mind even as he began to assemble everything he needed. Kaibant's body was adrift in kolto ever since Zail discovered it hanging by it's entrails in his office.

What was needed now was the time and the place. Fortunately one of them - the place - was nearby enough.

The Dark Temple on Dromund Kaas.

Working under guard and in secret, Kaious kept the body upright and arranged the artifacts from Korriban around him. According to the ritual they would be used as focal points for dark force energy.

Working with Kaious, Fer'ras continued to arrange the artifacts while consulting a diagram on a datapad to ensure proper placement.

"The Jedi heads we collected last night didn't yield much in the way of useful information," Fer'ras said to break the otherwise stillness of the room they were in. Elsewhere, Sith could be heard completing their trials in other chambers of the temple.

"If this was easy there would be far more dark force users roaming around," Kaious said between puffs on his deathstick.

Fer'ras shook his head, the jingle of his facial jewelry and the metal adornments to his robe quietly clinking together. "Agreed, but why go through the effort? Isn't it easier to just replace his ass and move on? You don't see him conjuring up this much effort for others. What the hell makes Kaibant so damn special?"

Kaious was about to answer Fer'ras and feed him a piece of his mind, when Kaious felt the same burning sensation in his being he felt before when the full weight of Zail's presence weighed his shoulders.

"Our Warlord commands it, so it will be done. What further reason do we need, Fer'ras?" Kaious said while taking another long puff off his deathstick and flicking ash off the end of it when he was done.

Fer'ras growled, "That isn't enough. I want reasons. What use or purpose does this one have? What game will he play a pawn in?"

Finally, the deathly calm voice of Zail echoed about the chamber: "Any game I choose, Fer'ras."

Kaious smirked to himself before smoothing the features on his face and turning to bow in respect to Zail. Fer'ras mimiced the gesture a moment after Kaious.

"Are the preparations ready?" Zail asked brushing right past Fer'ras to inspect it himself.

Kaious nodded, "They are nearly so. All that remains is to gather our strongest in the ways of the Force and see that this is done. I imagine he'll be able to break free of the tank on his own in pure dramatic style."

Zail nodded, moving up the stairs to the tank. Fer'ras moved next to Kaious, a frown on his lips, "Wasted bit of cybernetics and perfectly decent kolto, if you ask me," he mumbled with contempt.

Zail reached out and touched the tank, focusing on it.

I do not know if you can hear me, faithful servant, but you will be rewarded and redeemed with a new chance at life. Never forget who you owe this new life to. You will aid Bellatrixe and I in our efforts again.

"Not like you to be sentamental, Zail," Fer'ras quipped as he crossed his arms.

Zail didn't even look at the pureblood and simply picked up him and bounced him between two pillars like a pinball in a cantina arcade before letting him collapse between them on the floor.

Kaious had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.

"I understand there will be 'give' to his 'take,'" Zail said as he moved down from the kolto tank, "Divided up among our strongest this should not leave the sum of us in critical condition. The ritual begins soon, Kaious. Be ready."

Kaious bowed watching the man depart, Zail making for the exit. His heavy bootfalls echoed throughout the chamber even after he left.

Fer'ras picked himself up, spitting up a little blood before wiping his mouth and growling to himself, "Back to work."