Ask Forrest Frolic

[Julius Drake]

He let the man’s words wash over him, the promised strength and glory giving some warmth to the chill Raze radiated. Julius was a little confused over the man’s willingness to allow him to eliminate his fellow Sith, but then he remembered the cult’s fascination for killing each other as much as their enemies and he put it down to another one of their internal games.

As Raze stepped back away from the table, Julius stood, flexing his new hand as he did so, feeling its strength, the heaviness, instead of feeling like a weight holding him down felt like the comforting balance of a weapon. A smile almost reached his lips as he thought about what he could do in a galaxy with such freedom in strength. He may be Raze’s man but that would not be forever he dreamed, ambition crept beneath the surface of any creature with a desire to be more than just another one's food. And Raze like the masterful conductor that he was, had, with only a few words tapped into his.

But then he said it and the warmth of that ambition flew from his veins. His whole body went cold, as glimpses of what happened last night flashed through his brain. Julius' stomach turned and all strength seemed to leave his body, he had only enough strength to raise his head to face the porcelain devil. “No.” He squeaked, Raze would recognize it as the same squeak the Dark Lord had pulled from him a hundred times the night before.

Closing his eyes he accepted that the quick release of death would be easier. “I would rather die.” He replied oddly calm in the end.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Raze]

There was no change in Raze’s expression as the man answered. It was admirable, brave even, but it suited the Anzat just fine. The porcelain demon gave a curt nod, “As you wish,” He said simply. Without warning, he plunged into the depths of his psyche. He could see memories of a young boy, the family he hailed from, growing up and all he learned, who he knew, what shaped him, all of it played out blissfully like a beautiful movie of his memories for Julius. Julius would have no idea it meant everything that made him Julius was rapidly being consumed. As promised, it was a painless experience, but at the same time the wraith drew at his essence and feasted on him.

By the time Raze was done, the soldier remained a husk of what he once was. He was dead in the mind, but his corporeal form remained. It was now a shell, a vessel into which Raze could place whatever he pleased. Once they arrived on Hoth, Raze utilized the orb to finally fill that husk. This resulted in yet another soldier in his growing army. A humanoid that could transform fully into an abomination.

The humanoid would awaken many hours later. He would appear the same physically. But he was no longer Julius Drake.

He would open his eyes and gaze upon his creator. Raze slowly smiled.

@Braden