Quekoe
Legacy Name: Quekoe

"What... is this?" Que asked, his hand trembling in front of his face.
A look of triumph passed over the Tigrean's face as the dark matter began to infect the Sheeta.
"It won't be painless, I'll tell you that much." he told him, looking more saddened than anything then. "Don't worry son, once the process is over, you will be stronger than ever." he stated.
"But.. why?" he groaned some, stumbling back away from his cell mate, feeling the Dark Matter starting to work its way up his arm like acid under his skin, working through his veins. He was on fire!
"It is the only way we can be free. I can not do it alone, and I am getting old. I need someone young to work with me. I told you I'd give you a gift."
Again Que groaned louder in pain, his back hitting against the wall as he felt the acid sensation crawling under his skin, making his body shake with the pain.
"Control yourself boy. You'll alert the guards with all the noise you're making." the old Tigrean growled some, looking up the hallway past the bars of his cell.

Three years ago, Que arrived at the Tokrian mines, his family selling him into slavery to pay off their debts. He never planned on seeing them again, but if he ever did, he would make sure they knew how he felt about what they did to him. Condeming him to this life. Just a month ago, he got a new cell mate, his old one having died in a collapse in the mine, crushing him under three tons of rock and this new cell mate had a special gift. He had the power of Dark Matter.
Que was surprised by this however, since what he knew of Dark Matter was limited to the myths of the power. It was used to destroy, but if it ever infected an organic body, it would slowly destroy it from the inside out. But this man, he claimed he'd had the Matter in his system for over ten years and he was not dying. He was thriving. But he came to this horrific place because of it as well. He was a pirate, and a good one at that. Having been chased throughout the galaxy until finally one day he was caught and brought here.

Now he needed someone else to help him, another crew member. His first mate had also been infected with Dark Matter and had helped the Tigrean in all his quests and work, but he had been killed in the capture of his captain. So now, he needed a replacement and he'd set his eyes on Que- who was strong, young and had the makings of an amazing pirate. He had already gotten himself in enough trouble with the guards with his temper. He was bitter and angry and the Tigrean knew that would only feed the Dark Matter to his benefit. The sheeta could use it to channel it- like he himself did- to become powerful and dangerous. So he gave it to him, he infected him. All it took was activating the Dark Matter and touching Que and within a few seconds it was passed to him like a virus.

"Now, it will take a few hours to completely work through your system and it will be painful. But once it's over, I'll train you. It might take us a couple more months, but what the hell else do we have to do?" the Tigrean stated with a soft chuckle.
Que just bite back another moan as he clutched at his chest, his eyes jamming shut at the pain. A few hours? He wasn't sure he could handle the process. His cell mate offered him this power and he accepted, but he wasn't told what would happen and that it would be painful until after the process already started. Ugh, he should have asked.
Doubling over in pain, Que growled some, still trying not to make any noise against the firey burning working its way through his system and once it hit his heart would pump through his veins even worse than it already was.
His fur started to change to a dark grey color, his hair going black and his eyes stained the same violet color as his celly. It was the sign of the curse they now bore. What the old man had told him was that weilding the power was key in not allowing it to you destroy you.
If you control it, it will not control you and eventually kill you. Que was determined to become just as strong, if not stronger than his now master, teacher... whatever he was to be known.

"Arrggghhh... I hate you..." Que growled as he fell to the rocky ground, doubled over, clutching his ribs as the Dark Matter overtook his body....

You owe me a favor.... You drive me crazy, and I love it.