[Kylo]

(Darth Phobos)
(Dead-Possessed Diosol Form)

How long had he been in the darkness silently waiting, hoping, for some foolish being to come across what was left of his remains? The years had blurred together so much he had long forgotten how to tell the passage of time. Time wasn't real, only death, the darkness, the Force, were real. All else could be doubted or explained away as mere sensory input. He had long ago learned to distrust the senses.

(Phobos-1)

[Kylo]

The light of the diosol's soul that had crept into his resting place had been blinding. It had been so long since he had seen a sentient being. It had been far, far too long. He had lured it in deeper into the cave, whispering of riches beyond mortal belief. It had not heard them consciously, but it had lured them in all the same. From there he dazed it.

(Phobos-2)

[Kylo]

With mere force of will, he sent them flying into the hard rocky walls. Their head had slammed against the stone with a sickening crack. They slid to the ground bonelessly, too weakened to move. Phobos descended upon them then, devouring their soul as the light faded from their eyes. Soon they were empty; a hollow vessel ready to be filled.

(Phobos-3)

[Kylo]

He slipped into their body, his soul expanding and contracting until it filled the diosol perfectly. He willed himself to move, found he could not. Phobos snarled internally as he flexed and willed the body to cooperate. It had been so long since he had a body, he had forgotten how they work. With a tremendous amount of effort he was able to cause his paws to twitch slightly.

(Phobos-4)

[Kylo]

It would take him hours, perhaps days at this rate to become even slightly functional. No matter; he had waited this long, what was a few measly days at this rate? He concentrated resolutely on his limbs, imagining each muscle, each tendon pulling and contracting. A paw twitch in response, and he found himself grinning on the inside. Yes, he could do this, it would just take effort and practice.

(Phobos-5 Level up! Level 2 +2 Defense +3 Endurance)

[Kylo]

Phobos tried to move his eyes next, barely managing to fully blink. He could feel blood welling in them and slowly slipping out as tears. He must have damaged the body more than he had originally thought. Oh well, as long as it was all in one piece, a little bit of blood didn't matter. He blinked again, more blood slipping out and staining the fur beneath it red.

(Phobos-6)

[Kylo]

He tried to move his face next, willing the muscles in his cheeks to work to pull back to reveal his teeth. He only managed to get them to twitch, but it was a start. He tried again and managed to get his upper lip to move slightly. Finally some progress. He repeated the motion again and again, until he was able to fully move his upper lip. He then began to work on moving the bottom lip.

(Phobos-7)

[Kylo]

It wasn't too terribly long before his could move both lips with relative ease. He found himself grinning, or well as much as a diosol could grin, at his success. He set out to work on his paws again, concentrating on moving his right one up and down. It moved slightly, but with some difficulty as it took a lot of his concentration to do it. He stopped for a moment to collect himself.

(Phobos-8)

[Kylo]

He closed his eyes and delved deep into the darkness, wrapping himself up in the hate fueled void of the dark side of the force. He drew from it and from the hatred within his own heart, feeling its power wash over it. He soaked in the chaos of emotion that was his heart and let his mind wander. When he came to, he felt more powerful than he had in ages. It was time to try again to move this new body.

(Phobos-9)

[Kylo]

He willed his paw to move and it moved with no trouble at all. Grinning, he tried to make himself sit up and found that he could. Now he was really getting somewhere. He went down on all fours and slowly stretched himself out, bones popping back into place from where they had dislocated during the attack. Yes, this was going to do just fine.

(Phobos-10 Level up! Level 3 +2 Defense +3 Endurance)

[Kylo]

He slowly and carefully took a step forward, then another. So far, so good. He kept carefully walking forward in the dark, using the Force to get a sense of where he was going, since it was far too dark to see in the cavern. He carefully made his way towards the entrance, picking his way around rocks and other footfalls. It slowly became brighter and brighter the closer he got to the entrance, and he squinted to keep the light out. It had been far too long since he had seen anything other than pitch black.

(Phobos-11)

[Kylo]

Before long he was at the entrance of the cavern, his eyes nearly squeezed shut to protect from the harsh light. He took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh mountain air. How long had it been? How many years had gone by while he was trapped in that cursed cave? He felt something bubble up inside of him, and at first he couldn't recognize it. It had been even longer since he had felt this.

(Phobos-12)

[Kylo]

When the realization dawned on him, he couldn't help but let out a shrill cackle, that soon turned into a mad fit. He was happy. He was actually happy, and how could he not be when he had finally escaped that prison that had kept him trapped for countless years? He was finally free, and nothing could stop him now. No Jedi, nor Sith could contain him now and the knowledge was dizzyingly delightful. He rolled on the ground cackling madly at just the thought of being rid of his prison.

(Phobos-13)

[Kylo]

After a long handful of minutes he finally rolled to a stop, the occasional giggle passing through his lips. He could go anywhere now. He could actually explore this strange planet, with its strange beings. He wondered if others like him had finally found this planet. Did it have modern civilizations now?

(Phobos-14)

[Kylo]

Had the people of this world developed intergalactic travel yet? When he had first arrived here, the people were still grossly uncivilized. Did they speak Basic now? Did they have complex urban landscapes, or were they still living in small farming towns? Phobos' head was buzzing with questions, full to bursting with curiosity. Well there was only one way to find out.

(Phobos-15 Level up! Level 4 +2 Defense +3 Endurance)