Terrogates Final Apprenticeship Task - Unlocking His Power

Terrogate takes a deep breath, he knew this was going to eventually be laid before him. He had attended his Capo’s trial and he himself along with many other carved runes into Lord Solus’s apprentices bone. The Cathar was no stranger to pain. He did not seek it out but when needed he could endure much, his last task he had pushed himself to breaking point in the cold water and suffocating himself in order to remain concealed but in meditations, while waiting for his Master to arrive he had now realized the truth. His last task, as well as the other apprentices he had witnessed complete this one had one thing in common. Every time the apprentice was in control. Pain needed to be physical, as well as mental and the Cathar as he had always done since arriving in the Empire was ready to break the mould. After all, how could one find their limits if they were in control of the dosage? No.. Terrogate wanted to not only find his limitation of pain, but push past it. And he would risk everything to do it. 
He removes the paper from his pocket he turns it over and protecting his index claw he pricks his other index finger drawing blood. He then begins to write, in blood a new set of drawings on each corner of the paper.
a flame (fire)
a lightning bolt (electricity)
a sword (blade)
a hammer (bludgeon)
On the other side of the square piece of paper he draws body parts
Arms
Legs
Body
Head
He then walks over to the medical table and picks up a scalpel and pushes it through the middle of the paper and moves it around some so the paper is loose. Terrogate tests it by spinning the piece of paper and it spins freely like a pinwheel. He then called over a Tollere servant standing at the side of the area. The blue skinned Twi’lek girl looked nervous but came over quickly. Terrogate smiles and gives her the makeshift pinwheel and some instructions.. 
“I can sense your nervousness but I would ask for your help with this next task please.. And you my Lord, and you also Master” he says to Lord Solus and his Master Deleritas. 
“What is your name girl?” he asks the servant girl. “Nn… Nimue” she says nervously, her eyes looking at the pinwheel. “I would ask you to do me this favour and spin this on each side, first the side with the pictures of fire, blades and the like. And the directly after that the other side with body parts. The corner most facing you will be what you instruct Lord Solus and Master Deleritas here who will carry out the duties.  I want you to do seven rounds. If the droid gives me a shot, I still want you to continue until you have seven. Even if I'm not responding” He said “You will be rewarded for your obedience.” he added. The servant girl looks uncomfortable but nods slowly and holds the pinwheel in her hands. 
Terrogate then moves to the Medical droid standing close by.. “when I pass out, I want you to inject me with a shot of adrenalin, understood?.”  “[acknowledged]” says the droid without question. 
Terrogate then removes his belt from his robe and moves to the heavy medical table and using all his strength flips it over, the loud clang of metal ringing through the arena as he gives himself some space, he would not be lying comfortably during this task, he would face it like a Ironborn warrior. Head on and upright for as long as he was able. Standing roughly 6 meters away and now facing his Master and his Lord he removed his robes completely and stood naked before them, his robes belt the only thing in his hand. 
Terrogate looked at Nimue who was staring at him and he nodded. “I am ready,” he says. “The Force will decide my fate, and I am ready for death if that is my path.”
The near seven foot board shouldered Cathar stands bare and stone-faced in the arena, his mind steeled for what was to come. Muscles flexed, mane fluttering back and forth in the breeze and the blue-skinned servant spins the torture wheel. This was dangerous, this part he knew.. His very life hung in the balance. Seven spins, random and each could be deadly. If the wheel span up repeats he could lose his arms, his legs.. Even worse.. If lighting or fire to the head was spun even once his very life would be at risk. If twice.. Then this would be the very last day the Cathar would draw breath.   
The wheel slows and sweat beads down the warriors brow.. “The hammer..” the blue skinned servant says before turning the scalpel and spinning the other side of the paper wheel. The world around him seemed to slow, all four of the beings looking intently at the spinning wheel, waiting for what lay in store for the apprentice… his master wanted to know what his limits were and in all honesty Terrogate himself did not know.. But today they would most surely find out as he relinquishes all control to the force. He will survive and grow stronger, or die by its will alone. This is the trial, this is the price that must be paid...      
The Twi’lek looks up as the spinning paper stops..”Body” she says softly with wide fearful eyes.  
Within a fraction of a second of her spoken word Lord Solus charges the Cathar with speed so fast the apprentice could not even blink before the Dark Lord sends two fists fully charged with his momentum and also the force simultaneously into his ribs. The force augmented strikes impact with a sickening crack of bones and Terrogate exhales sharply, winded from forcefully depressed lungs. His large muscular 117kg frame is barely a speck of dust when compared to the force of the Lord's power and he is sent flying backwards several meters through the air, landing on the flat of his back and sliding along the dusty floor of the arena for another two meters before coming to a stop. 
Terrogate grunts and gasps desperate for breath, but his cracked and broken ribs feel like he is being stabbed with each inhale of his lungs. Slowly he rolls over onto his stomach, and crawls on his hands and knees back towards the Dark Lord Solus and his Master… 
*cough.. Gasp....  N..n..Next..” He says struggling to get his breath back. Master Deleritas looks at Nimue and she nervously spins the paper again. “Hammer” she says and reverses the scalpel once more for the next spin. “Head” she says.. 
Deleritas says nothing, his icy blue eyes are void of emotion as he slowly removes his mask from his belt and slips it casually over his face, his scarred features disappearing behind it and the servant thinks she sees the birth of a smile appear on his lips just before they disappeared from view.    
Deleritas approaches his apprentice who was on all fours crawling his way back towards his starting position, with a swift and brutal kick to his Cathar apprentices face a spray of blood and sweat explodes from Terrogates mouth and he rolls with the force of the kick onto his back looking up to the ceiling of the arena panting and wincing in pain. The taste of blood in his mouth. His view of the roof was only temporary as his master's mask just seconds later fills his vision, the iron gauntlet assuming a ground and pound top mount. The Oberlutnant of Tollere then balling up his fists proceeds to rain down furious fists into the large head of the Cathar. Strike after furious strike landing into Terrogates face, 6,7,8… Terrogate loses count as he tries to lift his head and another punch snaps it backwards once more and it cracks into the stone floor of the arena below him, causing the apprentice to see stars and then darkness.. 
Terrogate tries to open his eyes but it's only his left that obeys him. His face was swollen and bloodied but through his blurred vision of his barely opened left eye, he sees the back of his Master as he steps away and moves towards Nimue and his Lord. He then nods to the servant girl to continue. 
Nimue looks at the down Cathar for a moment, his face beaten to a pulp. His once golden fur and mane around his head now matted in blood. She looks up to the face of the Iron Gauntlet who was staring at her patiently to obey the orders. She takes a breath and spins again… “Lightning”.... “Legs” she says, her voice trembling at what was to come. 
Knight Deleritas looks at his former Master and without the need to speak Lord Solus steps forward in acceptance, slowly rounding the downed Terrogate still lying on his back, struggling to breath through broken ribs and busted face the Cathar places the belt into his bleeding mouth and bites down in preparation. The Dark Lord knows no mercy and raises his hands, palms up calling on the force he points his fingers towards the Cathar Warriors feet and unleashes a shockwave of Dark Force energy in the form of force lightning into the apprentice's legs. 
Terrogates body shakes violently and every one of his muscles contracts to its maximum as the crackling electric current rips through him, his blackened and swollen eyes forced open and his eyelids split releasing the buildup of blood. His legs feel like they are on fire and his heart rate is dangerously high, his torso shaking and convulsing, his already cracked ribs banging up and down as his body violently shakes. A loud snap is heard among the lightning surge and Terrogate feels something protrude through his skin under his chest. Then, after what seemed like an age, finally Lord Solus lowers his hands once more. Terrogates muscles relax and the belt falls loosely from his blood and foam filled mouth, Terrogate who was in utter agony tries to scream but nothing comes out except a gargling bloody whimper as his ribs twist and press into his lungs and out through his skin. His feet and calves were smoking, he could smell burnt fur, cooked flesh and he had lost all control of his bowels. 
Slowly, shakily he manages to raise his right arm off the floor just a few inches before dropping back to the stone floor of the arena. Showing his consciousness. 
Nimue, struggling to keep her stomach from betraying her insides, takes a breath and spins the wheel once more. “Hammer…..arms.” she says slowly, struggling to keep it together. 
Knight Deleritas, still wearing his mask steps forwards and walks towards Terrogate, his heels clicking on the stone floor and then stands next to him. His shiny boots positioned right next to the Cathars head as he stands wide legged. Probing outwards he touches his apprentice's mind.. “I see you're in considerable pain already, IF you want me to stop my apprentice, then YOU must stop me, or else, I fear it will mean your death..” Terrogate turns his head slowly towards his Master and raises his hand, the pain of just breathing was mind numbing.. He couldn't think let alone hope to stop anything so he does the only thing he can do.. He grabs the Oberlutnents boot.
“Pathetic” says the Knight and bending down he grabs Terrogates arm and lifts it, the Cathar grunts in pain but nothing would prepare him for what came next.. The Iron Gauntlet, still masked, places a boot onto Terrogates chest, directly above his broken ribs and presses all his weight onto the apprentice. Terrogates arm stiffens as pain rips through him but Deleritas as though expecting this reaction, still holding Terrogates arm reefs it across his body so it's diagonal and at full extension then with a force assisted stomp he puts his foot clean through the Cathars radius snapping it clean and sending the snapped bone protruding through the skin and sticking out of the the apprentice's forearm. Terrogate yells a blood curdling scream as Deleritas then lightly hops off to the other side of the Cathar and holding up his other arm with his right hand, delivers a force punch with his left fist to Terrogates shoulder dislocating it from its socket and then dropping it loosely to the floor. 
Terrogates breath goes shallow, he can't breath and when he tries it's like a hundred knives stabbing him in his lungs, his mouth and nose both are freely flowing blood and his eyes are filled with blood and tears and sweat as well as he is now unable to move his left arm and his right was broken at a right angle. He feels his life force weakening. “Again” he hears his master bark impatiently to the servant girl and he then hears the sound of vomit and he knows the young Twi’lek had finally seen more than what she could take. “He WILL learn to unlock his potential or he WILL die” he heard Knight Deleritas continue. “Again girl.. NOW!” 
“Gulp… Blades… Huh… Legs” she said through gasps of air.. 
Terrogate must have blacked out for a second because before he knew it he felt his body being dragged along the dirt, just the sheer agony of being moved was enough to make him wish he were dead. His legs lift into the air and the Cather knows it's by TK this is happening.. Again in his mind his master speaks to him.. “Stop me if you can apprentice followed by a laugh.. A mad psychotic unhinged laugh directly inserted into the apprentices head. Terrogate tries to move, to speak but the pain is too intense he can't focus on anything, he can't speak, he can't see, his world is nothing black and blood and “aaaahhhhhhhnnhh!!!!!” he suddenly cries out as the sound of a sabre igniting immediately paired with the sound of snapping ligaments and he feels his calf muscles ball up into tight contracted balls, followed immediately by another audible snap and his legs are tuned into instruments of pure and utter excruciating pain! His legs drop loosely and without care to the ground and Terrogate passes out cold. 
~*~
“Guuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh aawwwwwwwwwwgggg!” the Cathar opens his eyes and inhales deeply like he was emerging from a deep underwater dive as the medical droid plunges a hypodermic needle directly into the Cathars chest cavity and injects adrenaline into his heart. Terrogate tries to open his eyes but he can't, they are swollen shut, in his gasp of breath he feels his chest and ribs cracking and crunching. He can't move his arms and his feet dangled loosely as his achilles tendons and his hamstrings had been severed completely on both legs. 
For one brief euphoric moment the pain had disappeared from him but in just seconds he could already start to feel it returning… “Blade… Head” he heard the feminine voice of Nimue say. Would it be the last thing he ever hears he wondered?? He couldn't move.. “Nooo…” He says weakly, coughing blood as the pain of his grievous injuries come flooding back, bringing his mind into his bleak reality.  
“No?” says his Master out loud, his words still muffled slightly behind the mask. Perhaps you didn't hear the task as it was set? Terrogate then hears the crunch of boots next to him and the feeling of his head being jerked sharply upwards… “If you're not going to use your ears my apprentice.. You won't have any need for them..” as his pain receptors come back on line he feels something sharp starting to slice into his left ear.. He feels the sticky thickness of new blood running down his forehead and over his cheeks and maw.. His head jerks around as the Iron Knight holds his mane and goes about dishing out the task set before him.. “Sssttoopppp” says Terrogate.. “The laugh again.. Cold and crazed, on the very brink of insanity it is born and delivered directly into Terrogates mind “aahhhaaahhaahhahaaa.  Nnoooo… There is only one way to stop.. Unlock your potential, harness the pain… Let it fuel you, only then can you save yourself.” *cut.. Slice…* and then his head yanks sharply to the right and the apprentice feels the sensitive nerve ending being severed on his other and right ear..
Terrogate tries but the sheer depth of the agony left his mind unable to focus on anything all.. He tries to go into himself and escape through meditation like he did in the cold river but he couldn't focus for more than a microsecond so it was useless to even try. His head then thumps down onto the ground hard and he hears his master boots walking away from him. “You may get these back if you ever want to start using them.. NEXT!” he hears, he feels the displeasure in his masters voice. Wasted time and efforts. “NEXT!” he heard him repeat… “Nimues voice was full of dread and regret, even pity as she spoke the next words… “Flames……... Body….”
“Then this is to be the last.” said his Master who gave the nod to Lord Solus and the Dark Lord of the Sith steps forwards. The sound of crunching dust and ash under his feet as he positions himself and holds out his hands, once again palms outwards facing the bloodied and bashed Apprentice. His wounds were so severe that surely he would now die.. This was to be the last moment in the Empire for a being who had escaped the fires of Mandalore over four millennia ago. The air begins to get hotter as flames shoot from the Dark Lords hands and encircle the apprentice. The flames now spin faster and faster around his limp and broken body creating a vortex of firey red, sucking the very air from around him.. 
Terrogates pain center is through the roof, not only had he found his limit he had smashed through it quite dangerously and perhaps stupidly.. The heat started to singe his fur and blister his skin, the pain.., it's all he could feel now, the piping hot stone under him, the broken limbs, sliced tendons, beaten tissue and ruptured organs.. He was suffocating to death while drowning in his own blood and being cooked alive.
He clenches his teeth for what would be the very last moment of his life and in this moment he feels only pain, and hate, and fury. He allows himself to be taken by it, he gorgeous himself on it, allowing it to take him over completely and filling his mind, heart and soul.. Then, there is something else he now senses along with the volcanic sea of white hot agony he was drowning in, it was the force.! It's filling him, flooding into his very fiber, his very DNA like a flash flood and it's powerful.. Charging him he feels the numbing effects but he continues to focus solely on the pain.. And now also, the medical chair he had flipped over earlier.
“I SAID STOP!!!” he roars in a last and final act of violence as he feels his lunge become punctured completely by bone, his voice, his will and desire fuelled entirely by the dark side energies surrounding and penetrating him and then a noise is heard, crumbling and stressed metal moving at a high speed goes flying by him shifting the flames that surrounded the feline. And then another sound, the sound of something crashing into the sidewall of the arena. The intense pain remained but the heat was now gone from around him, the air cooling and returning. Terrogate, calling on his rage, fuelled by the pain of this brutal and life-threatening task had picked up the heavy medical chair with his mind, crumbled it into a ball of twisted metal and shot it like a cannonball at Lord Solus. Something far beyond his known or tested abilities. The Dark Lord, however, was far too good to be caught unaware had lowered his pyrokinesis, and then deflected the incoming threat away from himself sending it crashing into the arena wall where it now remained, partially embedded in the stone works a meter off the ground. 
Terrogate takes a few short and shallow excruciating gasps, and then all his senses fade off to nothingness.. leaving him a smoking, broken and bloodied heap on the floor of the arena.
Iron Knight Deleritas, Oberleutnant and Iron Gauntlet of House Feros
Darth Solus, The Consulate of Carrion
(*randomly rolled via mighty dice 01/02/2021) 
X Round 1 Hammer / Body 
X Round 2 Hammer / Head
X Round 3 Lighting / Legs
X Round 4 Hammer / Arms
X Round 5 Blade / Legs
X Round 6 Blade / Head
X Round 7 Fire / Body
Deleritas shook his head, displeased. “Perhaps I have overestimated you, my Apprentice...it appears that physical pain can, in fact, be your demise. Pity”
Blood dripped from his gloved hands as he reached up and removed his mask from his marred face. Clipping it to his belt and flagging down a servant who brought him a towel, he wiped his gloves clean and gently swabbed at his recently polished boots. His mind was empty of the pride he had once held for his Apprentice. His disappointment was immense, but he did not feel as though he had failed. His Apprentice had elected to undergo incredible physical pain, and it was no secret that Terrogate had a high pain tolerance. Deleritas refused to hold back when it came to training himself and training others. He held all in his tutelage to the highest standard. Clasping his hands behind his back, he crept back over to where the smoldering body of the apprentice lie.
“Come here!” Deleritas barked, and a medical droid quickly flew to his side, “check his vitals. I want to know what is next.”
Deleritas stared down at Terrogate’s face. A gruesome reminder of just what it meant to desire to progress. His brow furrowed as he searched the swollen, bloody mess for his Apprentice’s eyes. Settling on two particular mounds near the top of his face, Deleritas glared at his Apprentice.
“Sir, he is alive. But only just,” the droid stated.
“Good,” Deleritas replied, “take him and do what you must to set him on the path to recovery. I am not finished with him yet.”
Deleritas waved his hand dismissively as the team of medical droids collected the pile of furry flesh and attempted to whisk Terrogate away to the medical bay and tend to his wounds. Looking at Lord Solus, Deleritas asked, “did I ever perform so poorly?” He anticipated the answer to be “of course,” but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. He knew there were times when he hadn’t met his master’s expectations and his master hadn’t given up on him. As such, he certainly wouldn’t give up on Terrogate. Not when Terrogate had given up so much.
Months later, when Terrogate awoke from his medically induced coma, Deleritas stood at his bedside in the medical facility.
“You’ve been out for a long time,” Deleritas said, his face unmoving, “what do you remember?”
*
Slowly Terrogate regains consciousness. He is lying flat on his back, no idea where he was or how long he had been there. His mouth was dry and his eyes stung as he tried to use them for what seemed like the first time in his existence. The soft soothing repetitive beeps of mechanical systems surrounded him, he felt different. He was in some kind of bed, wires were attached to his chest and hands and he knows now he is in a medical facility. He tries to recall how he could have got here, searching his memory. He remembers pieces.. Just fragments at first but more and more as he continues to focus, like individual pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together. The task, the stone floor of the arena, the servant girl.. What was her name?.. he cannot recall.. His Master's mask and that laugh… born of madness inside his mind. Then, the sound of breaking bones, lightsabers and the feeling of fire and electricity. He remembers his skin bubbling and the smell of cooked flesh and burnt hair, then the sound of metal crashing into stone and then feeling the incredible full force of the darkside as it penetrated his broken body and tortured mind. 
He tried moving his arms and he was pleased to find he had function in both of them as he moved his fingers and bent his elbows. He looked down and his chest had healed, no bandage and only light colored scars to remind him of the ribs that had once protruded his skin there, several sections of his chest that he could see had begun regrowing hair again giving him a patchy look that hopefully would fade. He was breathing by himself, and as he tries to move his feet and legs he is pleasantly surprised, limited movements, but full feeling. A good start. 
Suddenly a familiar voice rings out over the sound of droning ambience of patient monitors “You’ve been out for a long time,” Deleritas said, “what do you remember?” Terrogate turns his head to lock gaze with the face of his Master who was standing next to his bed. The apprentice wondered how long he had been there, contemplating the question for a brief moment the Cathar then smiles, his eyes fiery and piercing looking deep into his Master's as if remembering a dream, a dream of becoming a god. And in a deathly serious voice he speaks just one word to his master.… “Power.”
*
Solus grinned behind his mask as he watched his former apprentice handle the situation before him. This was not a place for Solus’ leadership and was something specifically designed for the young Oberleutnant to handle. This was a trial of leadership and ability he would have to undertake himself.
The Commandant worked similarly to Deleritas and cleaned the blood from his gauntlets and boots. One of the problems with physical attacks was that there was a mess, even if they weren’t your attacks. However, it was part of the task at hand and was to be expected when Solus agreed to lend a hand.
Lord Solus watched with interest as Deleritas barked orders and moved staff where he needed them to best tend to the situation and to the burnt, bleeding remains of the only partially alive Terrogate. It was a unique experience to see one’s apprentice work and train their apprentice. Not one common to sith, perhaps another advantage Jedi had.
Deleritas looked to the Consulate of Carrion, his ice blue eyes a trademark of their own.
“Did I ever perform so poorly?”
The question lingered for a minute as Solus removed his own mask. His red eyes glowing beneath as the seal broke with a hydraulic his that seemed as though it should release steam as well.
“Yes, Oberleutnant. You did.”
Solus’ voice was matter of fact. No dig or put down in his tone.
“As did I and as will Terrogate’s apprentice. Every apprentice, knight, Master and higher has some great failures that pepper their existence and their training. However, I do not feel Terrogate performed poorly. In fact, I’d say he performed admirably given the assault he endured. Would you have done so well? Would you have chosen death instead? If you would perhaps now, is your failure to perform.”
Lightning sparked from Solus, he looked to his former apprentice and first to graduate.
“When you are finished attending to Terrogate meet me in my office, we should talk.”
The Commandant turned on his heels and in one fluid motion pulled his mask back onto his face. His hands clasped behind his back and he proceeded to the door.
“Hopefully, he doesn’t die. He is talented.”
*
Deleritas stood, struck by his apprentice’s words upon his awakening.
‘Power.’
It was poignant. Evident that even though Terrogate had been through much, the experience burned itself into the apprentice’s brain. An experience that, undoubtedly, would have killed an average man.
“Terrogate,” Deleritas began, “make no mistake that the feats you achieved in that arena were remarkable. But you fell short of my expectations.”
Deleritas paused for a moment. Though he was sure his apprentice’s mind was still a toxic pile of goop, he felt that this would capture his attention.
“I have never once doubted your physical capabilities. Never once underestimated the lengths you will go to develop yourself. Never once misjudged just how much physical duress your body can undergo and still come out on top.” Deleritas stopped, inching closer to Terrogate as he spoke until he was right at the Catharian’s bedside. “You certainly awakened an inner strength that you may not have tapped into before, but I think you may have come up short. I think that you will be able to bridle that power, that rage if we tap into your mental pain too.”
Deleritas knew what he had to do.
“Terrogate, your physical body has recovered, and your rehab will begin soon. But can your mind undergo the same torture?”
Deleritas’ hands shot at his apprentice’s face. Placing his thumbs over Terrogate’s feline eyes, he muttered, “relive your pain.”
Deleritas brought the Catharian’s traumas to the forefront of his mind. Events that brought pain and suffering surging into the present. Terrogate’s body began convulsing, and Deleritas shot a glance at the EKG and watched as Terrogate’s heart rate rapidly increased and blood pressure spiked.
“Fight through this! This is where your true test lies! You told me what brought you here! You showed me your drive and your inspiration! Win the mental game! Break the chains of your past failures and join me!”
Deleritas’ cries rang out against the pristine walls of the medical facility. Using telekinesis, he slammed the door shut to prevent anyone from rushing to his apprentice’s aid. This was a fight that only his apprentice would end.
*Terrogate listened to his Master’s words at his bedside, coming ever closer to the Cathar as he spoke. “You certainly awakened an inner strength that you may not have tapped into before, but I think you may have come up short. I think that you will be able to bridle that power, that rage if we tap into your mental pain too.” 
Terrogate squints trying to understand his Masters meaning, was he already setting the apprentices next task again so soon?
“Terrogate, your physical body has recovered, and your rehab will begin soon. But can your mind undergo the same torture?” His master continues, leaning over the Cathar.. 
The apprentice cleared his mind as he tried to understand his Master's meaning, his voice was, as always, deathly serious with no room for wasted words. 
At once Deleritas’ hands shot at the apprentice’s face. Placing his thumbs over Terrogate’s eyes, “relive your pain...” 
Terrogate gasped as his mind was torn from his own ability to control it like a rug being pulled out from under his feet. Thoughts and images raced into his mind's eye against his will, the power of the force pushing him back into his past to relive his most painful experiences from his life.   
Physically his body shook and convulsed in an effort to free himself from his master's hands placed firmly on his face but in this moment he couldn't free himself, Deleritas was too strong, he was trapped.
Memories flooded his mind but the pain, both physical and mental were real. He’s memories ripped backwards over four thousand years and now suddenly before him was his father cracking him over the head with his bow staff after tripping himup, bringing the wooden weapon round then to his neck and holding it still. “You gotta watch it son and be faster.. your enemy won’t hold back like me.” The pain of the staff against his skull was very real and the young Cathar boy laying on his back winced and rubbed his head looking up to his father. Moments later he is older, in the Royal guard and during training a blaster misfires, scorching his arm.. His fur black.. The pain of the blast like fire on his skin as he hears someone yell out “Medic”
As the memories continue to flood in they get faster, more isolated to the pain and more intense with the visions now responding to pain sensors than the other way around causing them to twist and merge with each other.. 
His Masters fists striking over and over against his face merges into his head slamming into the overhead dashboard on his ship as he escapes the burning world of Cathar with the dying prince sat beside him. The blaster wound in his shoulder becomes the knife entering his chest during his duel with the Dreadwar apprentice Titus, then merges again into his shoulder becoming dislocated from his last task and his arm being broken. Pain morphs and merges as it rips through his mind, pain receptors receiving the force commanded instructions and he feels every little excruciating detail like it was happening to him all over again. Cracked ribs turns to suffocating and then to drowning, swinging from the rope on the rifle range and  landing heavy into his legs turns to severed achillies and hamstrings and electric shock that ripped through him turning into to the agonising intensity of fire. 
He could feel his very skin blistering and peeling away from his muscles as though he was dying, being turned alive all over again. And before his eyes he sees the masks of the Neo crusaders as they slaughtered his sister, morphed then into the golden masks of Cassus Fett and Mandalore the Ultimate standing in the area before him as the rain poured down, Terrogate roaring his pain into the darkness as his revenge was stolen away from him by his masters trickery with the new holo projectors. 
His rage heightened and now peaked to maximum at the very same time as his pain tolerance… he was like a volcano ready to erupt into a violent explosion of liquid hot destruction and he feels the force rising and filling him quickly inside once more, flooding into his very being, his very fibers giving him that sudden burst of raw electric all consuming power just like it had done as he lay burning to death in the flaming vortex of his Lord Solus, but this time the Cathar did not lash out. Instead he holds the moment.. Devouring it, savoring it and storing it so he could bend it to his will rather than lose all control, but then the masks before him changed one last time, to the helmet covered faces of the Mandalorians change to those of his Master and His Lord Solus standing above him.. “Join us..” they say and Terrogate stands without hesitation inside his minds eye, walking towards them slowly through the fire. He doesn't feel it's heat, looking down he is now uninjured, unburnt and unbroken.. His eyes now a fiery red and his hands and arms crackling with pure dark side energy, the Cathar raises them lifting the medical droids, med tables and surgical equipment into the air and crushing them into nothing but wrecks of sparking scrap metal and lubricants before throwing them outwards into the walls of the arena. He looked down to his hands, they were still cracking with an electrical aura surrounding them, still charged with the raw energy of the dark side aswas he, the power had not left him.. It was still there waiting to be commanded, as was the pain inside his mind. Present, waiting, willing and wanting to be unleashed. Ready to serve him. 
Terrogate opens his eyes.. His Master standing above him still. The room surrounding him looked like a warzone, lights swung from the ceiling sparking with loose wiring, smashed glass and destroyed equipment lay on the floor in the wreckage. He lifts his hands and looks down to them, they buzzed and crackled with energy, the sidearms of the bed had been melted down where he had been holding on to them. It was exactly as he had seen himself in his mind and he wonders if his eyes had also changed. The pain, it was still there.. pressing up hard against his subconscious, wanting to explode outwards. Wanting to fill him with hate, rage, power and dark destructive energies.
The Cathar focuses inwards, thinking on his masters words… “Join me” and he does his best to control the pain inside his mind like Deleritas had been able to.. the pain of a genocide of millions right before his eyes, of being burnt alive and electrocuted, the pain of being broken beyond repair and the pain of never being able to avenge his slaughtered family gets slowly pushed back.. back, but only just under the surface of his consciousness, bubbling away… ready to surface once more when called on.
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