As light stabbed from around the now opening door, piercing the darkness of the tunnel, Lahout sent a trickle of the seventh toward the lizard. It wasn't much, just a small, hair-thin vapor that said Here! Here! Don't forget me!.

It was a call similar to that a being received when the seventh was revealing something, except this call was more potent, and stronger.

Carefully Lahout manipulated the call from his hiding place deep in the cave. Carefully he bent the call to his will, trying to persuade the lizard that he should indeed take the right-hand corridor he had passed before he exited this hidden place.

He was just about to step outside when he felt it, making him pause in his stride. There was something else of importance here? At least, that’s what the Force seemed to be telling him.

He looked back down the corridor, a faint snarl escaping his lips. He knew that creature was still in here and that it wasn’t happy with his take over of his host’s body. It could be manipulating the Force to make him think there was something else here, to keep him from leaving. But he could not tell if this ‘call’ was manipulated or not. If it was tampered with, it was done by someone or thing that had a better understanding of the Force then he did, which he doubted.

Now intrigued he turned around and walked back into the complex, following the call. However he kept his defenses up: it still could be a ploy by that creature after all.

…

Trazu felt he had found what he was looking for, the K’Satizitus’ memories, and now he hesitated. He had to be careful here, for one mistake and the spirit will know he was there poking around. He was also nervous, for he had no idea what he would find and wondered if he was mentally strong enough to endure whatever happened in the spirits past.

Having no real other option however, he steeled his nerves and ‘dove’ in.

Lahout, cloaked in the darkness, listened as the creature fell for his call. He pulled the call a bit, sending the feeling the creature was following forward. He tinted the call with a slight bit of urgency, and then fed a small bit of information down the call, where the creature could seek it out.

"Cold down here, so cold," he 'said' as he manipulated his trap. "Must find help".

It wasn't that he was transmitting words, but rather, feelings.

A moment later Lahout felt the creature come up upon a fork in the road. The one on the left appeared to lead down, while the one on the right led off level. The feeling Lahout had sent out had not been split here, thusly it came from both directions at the same time.

Lahout winced slightly as he focused on his work. Either the creature would assume that both passageways eventually led to the same spot, or he would suspect something was up. Nothing he could do to fix that, now.

His lightsaber ignited once again to provide a limited source of light, the K’Satizitus now stood puzzling over which way to go. The insistent calling now seemed to come from two different hallways, a call that sounded like a call for help. Who or what it was remained the question. Was it another entity like himself, trapped on the material plane? Of course this depended on whether or not this wasn’t some elaborate trick as well. Now that he was presented with two choices, the call emitting from both equally in strength, he started to doubt the ‘truth’ of this call. Yes it was possible both paths eventually led to the same place, but for that to logically happen the currently level path had would have to start to twist about at some point, so that the distance of the two paths would stay the same. Since the call came from both in equal strength, it was safe to assume the paths were of equal distance as well.

But why have two paths leading to the same location start from the same room? The K’Satizitus hissed. Of course, this whole ordeal had to be a trick and the spirit didn’t like being tricked. Still, he found it somewhat amusing. No doubt that creature was behind this, perhaps to led him to a trap designed to expel him from this body.

Fool. He thought, a sly grin forming across his muzzle. Let him try to exercise me. The most he would be able to do is give his host ‘temporary’ control over his body again. He knew Trazu’s weaknesses now and the spirit was confident he could regain control should that silly creature manage to force him to religish control back to Trazu. He also knew that the creature had no chance in banishing him from Trazu’s body completely.

Confident and wise to the creatures game, the K’Satizitus pressed forward, taking the ascending path. He decided to play along for now…and planned to relish the look on the creatures face when he failed.

…


Trazu at first thought he had gone to deep, but he quickly realized he was right at where he should be: at the very beginning of the K’Satizitus’ memories. He could feel and sense everything the spirit had, including emotions. He wasn’t sure what was going on at present: he just had the sensation of being carried and moving at a fast pace. Then he was flying, only to stop abruptly, the flame of pain shooting through him briefly.

An image appeared then, blurry at first but rapidly becoming clear. He saw a Trandoshan, a female one, one that looked to carry some status by her dress. Her expression was one of disgust and hate; then she turned and walked away. He felt sadness and confusion, a pitiful city escaping from his lips, a white hand appearing in the vision as he reached out toward the departing figure, who never looked back.

A white hand…the K’Satizitus was an albino T’Doshok! Trazu thought, feeling a stab of pity for him. He knew albino Tranodshans were the most despised of his people, mothers casting out any infants born with white scales out into the harsh wilderness of Trandosha, if they didn’t just kill them outright. He felt it wrong to punish such infants for something they had no control over, Trazu knew all to well what it was like to be teased and bullied for being different.

The scene changed, it was now midday. The sun beat down mercilessly on the infant Trandoshan, his white scales incapable of protecting him from it’s brutal rays effectively: he was literally cooking. He was trying to find shade, but there was none that existed at this time of day, unless he found a cave. It wasn’t long before he collapsed, unable to continue on…

//Net fuir is it?// A haunting voice said in Ancient Dosh, which Trazu understood perfectly. His Clan used the same tongue as their Clan dialect. //Te bo cust usido, loft fer doud….jast bocuaso yea’ro net porfoct in thoro oyos.//

Through blurry vision he saw a large dark shape. Trazu noted that it’s body shape was very similar to that of the K’Satizitus, at least…the K’Satizitus he was familiar with…not this abandoned infant. He also noted that there were ‘whisps’ of what looked like smoke coming off this figure and the overall presence of the figure felt weak. When it moved closer he could see more clearly that it was badly injured and apparently close to death itself. But what was it?

//Dumn Scorekeeper.// It hissed hatefully. //I uckwelodgod my less und buckod eff us policy domunod. Bat ne…sho hud te umbash mo…und bunish mo te tho mertul pluno…te dio jast us yea uro dying.//

Trazu mentally recoiled in shock, almost losing his grasp on the memory in the process. This thing was a god! A god who had apparently fought with the Scorekeeper in a bid to become his peoples deity, but lost. He knew nothing about how gods operate, but it sounded like they were just as competitive as his people were for positions of power.

//Ovon theagh I um dying und will seen bo fergetton, I will huvo my rovenuge. Yea will holp mo with it….fer antil I vunish frem tho fuco ef timo I still huvo pewors I cun bostew apen mertuls.//

The fading god drew even closer and placed a claw on the infant’s forehead. It then started chanting in a tongue he could not understand and almost immediately after the chanting stopped he realized the weakness in the infant was gone. //Torrer und douth yea will boing in my momery. U carso apen tho fellewors ef tho Scorekeeper yea will bo, us leng us u pioco ef yea romuins.//

As long as a piece of you remains… Trazu echoed. What did it mean….wait… Oh gods…The solution has been staring at us in the face the whole time!

There was one problem though: with him currently trapped within his own mind…how was he going to tell anyone?

Lahout wasn't completely convinced that he had fooled the creature, but it did appear to be falling for the bait. In his observations of the creature previously, Lahout had gathered that it was a sly, old being, and sly old beings didn't get to be old without being quite smart, and cautious. He should know, being one himself.


He didn't need to probe the creature directly or the next step, but he was sure that if he weren't careful, the creature would sense his activity. Still standing motionless in his small alcove, Lahout felt out for the original owner of the body the creature had captured, calling out to someone lost with a voice that bordered on the edge of consciousness in its ghostly quiet.

...where are you...

Trazu had been mulling over possible ways to communicate his discovery. However all he thought of required regaining control of one part of his body in some shape or form, something that he lacked the experience to do without getting the K’Satizitus’ attention. It was a miracle he was able to browsing the spirits memories without being detected in the first place and Trazu knew it would be dangerous to push his luck.

He was determined to keep trying though, for he did not want to remain like this for the rest of his bodies life. There was also the chance the spirit would figure out how to purge his consciousness from his body completely, leaving him a lost wandering spirit, if not just cease to exist. There was a lot he wished to do, things he wanted to atone and make up for, things he can’t do so without having control of his body.

He thought he 'heard' something, like a soft call trying to get his attention. Trazu wasn't sure if it was real or if he was already starting to go insane and he almost brushed it off as nothing. Almost. With all that was at stake he couldn't afford to brush off possible contact from the outside. Hoping it was the Keeper he had met before the K'Satizitus took over his body, he reached out, helping to 'connect' with whoever it was that was trying to contact him. At first he almost let his eagerness make him reckless in his attempt, but was able to catch himself before he made too many 'waves' that would no doubt draw the spirit's attention to him. For a moment he felt nothing, then he heard the call again, stronger this time.

I am here... He replied softly, hoping whomever it was would hear him and praying it wasn't the K'Satizitus playing tricks on him. Trapped in the back of my own mind. If that is you Keeper...please do not face this thing. Even if you were to force it to give me back my body, it won't be banished from me completely. He was being more talkitive then he should be, but this may be his only chance. He had to risk it. The only way to be rid of it for good, is to destroy the object that allows it o remain in our world. That object is a skull, mounted on the wall of my Clan temple. Seek out the K'Satikur Clan on my homeworld Trandosha, my father is the Sha'tor.

Trazu wanted to say more, but he felt a distrubence. Quickly he stopped all attempts to communicate and put himself back into his little mental 'prison'.

...

He stopped in his tracks, having felt a little 'tingle' in his mind. Not from something external, but interal, meaning his annoying host was struggling again. Mentally he checked on his interal prisoner to find him still wrapped in the bonds he set him in, though he did notice they had been weakened.

"Been busy haven't we?" The K'Satizitus said with a snarl. "Can't be letting you breaking out and giving me a headache now can we?" He strengthened the bonds around his hosts consciousness, tightening them considerably in the process. "That will hold you...at least until I desire to figure out how to purge you completely from this body."

With a laugh the K'Satizitus continued up the slight ramp, following the call he had felt earlier before he was 'interrupted'.

Lahout mulled over the words he had heard. Or, rather, felt. Even now he wasn't completely sure that he had 'heard' them, per say, but rather, he now had a strong feeling about what the other creature had said.

The prospect of a trip to another planet didn't particularly excite him, but on the other hand, it didn't put him off either. This planet Trandosha, he knew was not on his list of planets to inspect, but it wasn't far away from his borders either.

Knowing when to run and when to stand your ground was a principle Lahout knew well. He had run out of ideas for distracting this creature, and though he was not afraid to face him in combat, he doubted the feasibility of such a confrontation. Such a fight would surly leave both men sorely depleted...

After thinking for a few more moments, Lahout sent out one more tendril of calling, and then broke his meditation position. He would go to this Trandosha, to help this lizard creature. But first, he had to get out of here.

ooc: no time to switch names.

[font=Arial][font=Arial]The K’Satizitus made his way methodically down the corridor, the mental call still guiding him. While he already knew it was likely a trick, or perhaps even a trap, he found himself starting to get bored with this game.[/font][/font]

[font=Arial][font=Arial]Then the corridor ended and a large space opened up before him. Raising the lightsaber up before him, he explored the new chamber, continuing to use the blades light as a light source. This room was different then the others he had seen. Like the sphere chamber it lacked any carvings, but was absolutely devoid of any objects: it was like it was a chamber the builders never got a chance to finish. Not only that, the chamber was a dead end and the mental call ceased just as he realized this.[/font][/font]

[font=Arial][font=Arial]A soft snarl emitted from his throat: he had been right, it was a trick. It was more the fact the creature was cowardly enough to pull such a stunt rather then face him that annoyed him more then the trick itself. I was going to leave you alone creature… He thought. But you’ve annoyed me enough to make me want to hunt you down and teach you a lesson. [/font][/font]

[font=Arial][font=Arial]Kneeling down, he placed his free hand on the cold ground. Closing his eyes he sent out mental tendrils of the Force through out the compound, seeking to discover the creatures hiding place.[/font][/font]

[font=Arial][font=Arial]If the creature was smart, he would have fled the underground network by now. If so, no matter: he felt up to a pursuit…[/font][/font]

Find a way to the surfact was easier said than done. Though Lahout was by nature a subterranean man, strange surroundings and less than optimal stress would confuse anyone, even one who had spent the majority of his life in tunnels. On second thought, his life had been spent in well-illuminated and well-used tunnels, never ancient and musty, half-completed catacomb networks.

He could feel the surface; it was but ten meters above his head. But the ground was between he and it, and he could sense no door anywhere near. A chill of ice crawled up his spine -- his opponent had discovered the ruse, and he. Lahout frowned. To assume that he was still hidden from the creature would be the peak of foolishness.

Closing his eyes, Lahout focused all of his skill in the seventh on the dirt and rock above him. If there was no opening, he would have to make one as best he could...

Found you. The spirit thought with an evil smile. With a growl of excitement, he speed off with a burst of Force speed.

He soon realized he had made a rare error: the Force told him ‘where’ the creature was, but not ‘how’ to reach him. Thus he had only succeeded in getting himself somewhat lost in the maze of tunnels.

"Milking sen ef un ibbet…" He swore in ancient Dosh, a fierce snarl on his face as he looked at the three passages he had to choose from. Forcing himself to calm down, he felt through the Force again to determine the right path. When he found the right path he continued on quickly and more focused, knowing that every moment wasted in reaching the creature meant a greater likely hood of the creature escaping.