Connor was weak, he knew that. He
thought back to Glee Anslem, he’d been worthless against the Leviathan. He could only scream as Arak was nearly killed. If it hadn’t been for Nash, both he and Arak would have died. Before that on Utupua he’d been the one that needed protecting.
He was worthless to his friends. That was probably why she picked him.
Connor had been afraid of the holocron he found on Utupua. He could feel the malevolence that rolled from it. He’d stuffed in an air vent on his ship and tried to ignore it. But as pressure and his own inadequacies built, Connor couldn’t ignore the lure of power anymore.
He’d begun to use the Holocron.
He soon found out that the holocron belonged to Darth Occidius. It taught many unorthodox Force abilities. Unfortunately, without insight and guidance beyond the gatekeeper, Connor found it difficult to comprehend beyond the most basic of lessons. When he pushed the gatekeeper on what to do, the holocron instructed to go to a place of death and use what he had learned.
Denon was the most recent planetary wide genocide. Monsters lingered there but so did the restless dead. Darth Occidius’ teachings, while basic had allowed Connor to become more closely attuned to that thin veil. He couldn’t raise the dead as Occidius could, not yet but he could speak with them through corpses. That was what he intended to do here, he intended to find the power behind this massacre. He wanted to learn, he wanted to grow, he didn’t want to be weak anymore.
Connor moved silently through the ruins of Denon’s capital city. He took care to avoid roving packs of abominations as he made his way to a hospital. He knew it would have morgue and wondered if maybe he would find answers there.
It took some time but eventually, Connor did find his way into the morgue. He’d place his hand on the security terminal and allow his mind to slip into the machine. It was easy getting the doors to the morgue to open and the cool containers the bodies were held in unlocked.
However, the mortician had been twisted into a mindless creature. Connor allowed him to taste the blast of his Peacemaker heavy pistol. It dropped without an issue and then he waited to hear if it’s death attracted a horde or not. There was no sound and so Connor got to work.
He read each file and found something…unusual. Several of the cadavers were listed as killed by self inflicted blaster wounds, in a bar of all places. Another was listed as having experienced sudden and total brain death without any other reasoning. Connor smiled, maybe he’d found what he was looking for.
He slid his glove clear from his biological hand and placed it on the side of the man’s head who’s experienced brain death. He muttered an incantation that the gatekeeper had taught him. A sickly green glow spread from his fingertips and into the face of the man, highlighting his preserved veins. The corpse took a deep, wet, rattling breath. Its eyes opened with a green glow behind them and a pained expression was written in its face.
“What happened to you?” Connor asked.
The response came as a wheeze forced from atrophied lungs. “She…stole…my..mind.”
“Who?” Connor pressed, exerting more of his will over the cadaver.
“Her…”
It was only that Connor realized, the corpses eyes were looking beyond him to something else. He swallowed. And fear ran cold in his veins.
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