Lost Legends 1: Kolus Salcar

Chapter 1: Birth of a Sith

Outer Rim Territories: 3,664 BBY

The damaged Republic shuttle came out of hyperspace just over the planet of Korriban. Its navigation systems had shut down and the Life Support was in need a repair. The shuttle hadn’t purposely come out of hyperspace: the engines had blown and the shuttle needed to stop immediately. It was unfortunate to the passengers onboard because Korriban was a Sith planet. The reason the passengers were on the shuttle was to escape the Sith that had invaded their planet. Those passengers went by the last name of Salcar. Bay and Salma Salcar were ordinary citizens from the planet of Lisal and when the Sith forces invaded their planet, they decided that the planet was getting too dangerous to live on. They called for a shuttle which broke through the Sith blockade without damage but when it left, three hits to the port side and one to the stern side started to cripple the ship. Without using a navigation system, the Republic Shuttle jumped into hyperspace heading off into an unknown region. Unfortunately for them, they had just landed themselves on Korriban; the Sith’s base planet.

Korriban`s gravity was heavier than usual and the pilot seemed to be having difficulty with the controls. The shuttle was burning up in the atmosphere quickly and if the pilot wanted any chance of surviving or even making it to the surface, he was going to need to think quickly. Bay unfastened his buckle and walked to the comlink.

“What’s happening up there?!” Bay shouted. As the pilot turned around, the cockpit suddenly burst into flames, sending Bay hurdling down to the ground. The shuttle was falling uncontrollably to the surface. Salma leapt to her feet and ran to the emergency hatch where she grabbed a single emergency jetpack. She strapped it on and secured the safety buckles. Bay crawled to his feet and grabbed onto Salma as she walked to the neck where the cockpit should have been, if it hadn’t of burnt up. They looked at each other and without hesitation, they leapt. The air blasted them as they began their long decent. When the time was right, Salma activated the Jetpack. The momentum of the two passengers was too great for the pack which was only slowing down their rate of decent, but not actually stopping them. The two braced for impact as they neared the ground. They hit the ground hard, both of them either braking or spraining their legs. A Sith Guard, who had spotted their ship, saw that they had both landed and started running over to them, blaster in hand. He walked over to them and noticed that they had survived.

“Get up!” he demanded them. “You will come with me. If you resist, I will kill you both.” The Guard stepped back as the two dragged themselves up from the ground. “I think you two will make excellent workers on our mine.” He turned around and started walking. His two prisoners slowly followed him, limping every step of the way.

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Korriban: 3,649 BBY

15 Years had gone by and Bay and Salma were working as slaves in a Sith mine that dug up material to build the giant statues and temples that the Sith dwelled in. They were working with their 14 year old son, Kolus. They all worked until the darkness filled the air, and then went to their slave quarters were they received a minimum amount of food and headed to their small bunk room. Bay and Salma were constantly scheming to escape the planet, but usually their plans ended when safety was put to mind. Even through the hardships, Bay was working on his best plan. One he knew would work. Every night, he’d plot out his course and take note of where to night guards stood. After the end of a month, Bay had finally noticed a 6 day rotation. From there, Bay would usually try to find the best possibly route to the spaceport that Lay only 3 kilometres south of the slave quarters. Finally, after 12 hard years of work, Bay had come up with his final plan. If this plan failed, there’d be no going back.

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Korriban: 3,648 BBY

“Come on Kolus!!!” Shouted Bay as they ran from the slave quarters. The Sith guards were in pursuit, but their heavy armour was slowing them down. Bay grabbed Salma and carried her as they raced across the mountainous landscape. Kolus climbed over a rock and ducked down as two blaster shots hit the ground near him. Bay had to stop carrying Salma as he was exhausted and needed a rest. He dove into a cave and hid from the Sith guards. He watched as they ran by, chasing Kolus. He pulled out a weapon he had hidden for years: a lightsaber. He had found the weapon while digging in the mine. He assumed that it was from an old Sith lord but he couldn’t be sure. He leapt up and charged at the guards. He activated the glowing gold blade as he sliced down a guard. The other guard turned around and fired. Bay, not knowing how to use a lightsaber properly, ducked behind a rock as the guard rained fire upon him.

Kolus was sneaking up from behind the guard. The guard seemed unaware but Kolus was carrying a sharpened dagger he had been working on over the years. As the guard relentlessly fired at Kolus’ father, Kolus took the dagger and stabbed it through the guards armour. The guard stumbled and fell back on a hard rock. Bay deactivated his lightsaber and ran over to Kolus.

“Thank you my son. I think it is time we left this dreary place forever!” Bay started running and Kolus followed. The family ran to the Spaceport and bay managed to convince a pilot to lend him his transport star ship. As the three ran into the ship, Bay took the controls and started the engines up. The ship lifted off the ground just as the hatch closed.

As Bay piloted the ship out of the Spaceport, a Sith hunter waited in the shadows with his Sith interceptor parked behind him. He readied his gear and boarded his Interceptor. He followed them, leaving enough distance to avoid suspicion, but close enough to keep his tracking device live. As the transport headed to the upper atmosphere, Darth Heldin followed.

“We have company!” Bay shouted to Salma who was co-piloting. “Kolus, Strap yourself in. It’s going to be a close call!” Bay turned his focus to the scanner on the dashboard. He knew from the pilot that the transport had only a single defensive cannon, hardly capable of destroying an astromeche droid. Kolus sat in the rear storage compartment while he waited for the battle to end.

“I have a lock on the transport. What should I do?” Heldin asked to his Master, Darth Norre.

“Be careful. I want that boy alive. I have sensed his power ever since the day he arrived. Aim for the cockpit; his parents probably locked him away in the back.” Norre stared through Heldin’s canopy. “I assume you know what to do.”

“Yes master. I will personally deliver the boy to you.” Heldin readied his tracking missiles.

“There is no room for failure. I will personally have your head if you fail.” Norre’s dark, cloaked body shifted as the hologram faded.

Heldin focused his energy and targeted the transport. When he was sure he had a lock on the cockpit, he fired the missiles. He smiled to himself under his Mandalorian Helmet. He had just scored himself a position at his master’s right hand. The missiles hit the cockpit and the transport careened out of the dark sky.

Kolus braced himself as he watched the cockpit explode. Bay had managed to eject both his and Salma’s seats. Kolus knew that the ship wouldn’t last long under its flaming, damaged condition, so he grabbed his father’s lightsaber and crawled to the transports ramp. He activated the lightsaber and cut a circle through the bottom. Without any hesitation, he jumped out just a second before the transport collided with a mountain. Kolus saw the incoming ship and before he knew it, the ship was in a dive, trying to catch him. As one on the front fins reached Kolus, he grabbed on and the ship came out of the dive, pulling up from the ground with mere inches to spar. The Sith Interceptor roared through the night sky, on its way to the valley of the dark Lords. The very place that would change Kolus forever.

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Korriban: 3,643 BBY

Kolus ignited his lightsaber. He stood on a circular platform inside a dark cave. The only light came from torches that were scattered across the wall. On the opposite side of the platform was his opponent, Gedln Frei; a strong, fast warrior who, just like Kolus, was trying to prove himself to become a Sith apprentice. A massassi warrior stood just off the platform, watching the two. He would be the one who would report the victor to Darth Norre. If all went as planned, Gedln would have his head lying on one side of the platform, his body on the other with Kolus in-between.

The massassi gave the signal and two charged at each other. Kolus leapt up. While using a custom, unorthodox way of fighting Kolus had developed, he used a powerful slam to knock Frei off balance. He waved his lightsaber extremely fast, spinning it around and slicing areas of the platform. Gedln lunged at Kolus, aiming a stab for the heart, but Kolus dodge the attack and back flipped over him while rapidly rotating his lightsaber. The blade cut Gedln, but not seriously. Kolus then unleashed a fury of rapid stabs, each aimed precisely to intimidate Gedln by luring him into a defensive mode. Kolus spun around and used the end of his lightsaber to fling sparks at Gedln. Gedln covered his eyes from the sparks, allowing Kolus to take advantage of his weakened position. Kolus executed a perfect Jung ma, a 360 degree spin, while gaining momentum. Using the momentum, Kolus threw his saber, cutting off Gedln’s left hand. Kolus brought his weapon back to him using the force and lifted it up. Gedln starred at his victor as he screamed.

“You... You wouldn’t kill me? I am defeated. Accept your place at Norre’s right hand. Just please don’t kill me!” Gedln pleaded. Kolus smiled as he deactivated his lightsaber. He leaned down and put his hand on Gedln, who seemed relieved.

“If I did that, I wouldn’t be obeying my master.” Kolus activated his lightsaber as the blade was brought up through Gedln Frei’s chest. “And I wouldn’t want to displease Norre, would I?” Kolus Salcar walked away from the field to go to his quarters.

As he walked in, Kolus looked at his lightsaber. He remembered how his father had shown it to him, just before he was brought to the Sith. He remembered how he was brought to Darth Norre, a dark, cloaked figure who seemed pleased that he was alright. Kolus was then taken to the Sith Training academy, where he was tested for force sensitivity. He was found to have an extreme amount of Force Cells and he immediately started training. He first learned how to use a lightsaber and how to apply his rage and turn it into energy. As he grew in status, Kolus was accepted into Darth Norre’s secret layer where hundreds of Sith warriors were commanded by Norre. After Darth Norre’s Right hand man: Darth Normhu was killed in battle, Kolus and Gedln were chooses as the best warriors and were to battle to the death. Now that Kolus had won, he had access to Darth Norre’s impressive collection of Sith Holocrons. He would also be given a Sith name by Norre and would rule beside Darth Heldin and Norre. He was now a commander in the Sith army.

Kolus lay in his bed as he imagined his future. He would eventually betray Norre and Heldin and rule all. He would be unstoppable.

Chapter 2: Darth Kalar

Kolus was on his knees. His Dark Sith Cloak draped across the floor; the very floor that his new master, Darth Norre, stood.

“You will make a powerful apprentice. When the time comes and I am weak, you will strike me down and take my place.” Darth Norre activated his crimson lightsaber. “But first, you will need a name!” He lowered the Lightsaber just over Kolus’ shoulder. “From today on, you will no longer be Kolus Salcar, but Darth...” Norre paused as he recalled an ancient reptile creature name. “Darth Kalar.” Norre Lowered his saber just enough to singe Kolus’ cloak. “Rise, my apprentice.” Darth Kalar stood up. Where Kolus Salcar had fallen, Darth Kalar rose.

“Yes, my master,” said Kalar as he unclipped his lightsaber from his belt. “What is thy bidding, master?” Kalar said as he put his dark cloak over his head.

“Your first mission will prove your worth. You alone will go to an old mine. I have sensed a rising rebellion there.” Norre turned to face Kalar. “I believe a Jedi has come to rescue those pathetic beings.” Darth Norre spat out the sentence in disgust.

The mere thought of Jedi brought evil thoughts into Kalar’s head. He hated them with such a passion; he would pay to kill them. “I will deal with them. Does this scum Jedi have a name?” Kalar asked. He didn’t really care about the Jedi’s name, but he also like to know the names of those who he opposed.

“Jedi master Bay.” Norre had a dark smile on his face. “You may or may not know him.”

“I believe I have...” Kalar thought to himself. “His name means nothing to me. I have always had the feeling to know an opponent’s name. When I kill him, I will bring you his pathetic lightsaber. I will not fail.”

“Go then. Time must not be wasted.” Norre turned his evil face towards Kalar. “Do not hesitate. I know he is your father but that will not matter. You will kill him.”

“I know.” Darth Kalar, turning around and simply walked away.

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Korriban: 3,641 BBY �  �

“We must hurry!” Master Bay ran in front of the escaping workers. “Freedom is just beyond these hills!” Bay looked back to see the hundreds of followers running at full speed. As he rounded a corner of a cave he had just entered, he stopped suddenly. In front of him stood a tall figure with a dark cloak: his face was covered by a Mandalorian helmet. In his hands he held a lightsaber. A streak of gold shot out of the handle. Bay reached for his own lightsaber; a green lightsaber designed to fit his style of fighting which was a form known as Soresu.

“Father, it’s been far too long.” The dark figure moved into an offensive position. “Yet not long enough.” The figure swung at Bay, who quickly activated his saber and parried the attack.

“dark lord’s I refuse to believe that my son could become such a being of disgrace.” Bay leapt over his son, and while in mid air, he unleashed a barrage of lightsaber attacks. He then spun around and managed to sweep his lightsaber, hitting the helmet. The Helmet fell to the ground with a nearly silent clang. Silent only because of the battle that was taking place right over it.

“You only refuse to believe that because the truth scares you!” Kalar leapt back and threw his lightsaber forward, cutting into a pillar of rock. The pillar crumbled to the ground, just missing Bay.

“My true son would also fight better than that!” Bay leapt up into the air and grabbed onto a stalactite on the roof of the cavern. From there he used a complex force power known as Shatterpoint to find the weaknesses in the roof. Using this, his focused his energy and brought the entire top crumbling down on himself and the Sith. Kalar used the force to create a barrier between himself and the rock. Bay had managed to duck into a small cove that led into a large, empty abyss.

“You cannot hide from me, father.” Darth Kalar stood up as the last of the rocks ceased to fall. “I feel your presence.”

“What happened to you?” Bay’s voice echoed around the cave, giving no certain area that Kalar could follow to the source.

“What happened to me?” Kalar laughed. “I found out the truth: I was force sensitive. I wasn’t going to waist that power on some foolish weak religion. I chose the path of power, might, and wealth!” Kalar exclaimed. “And now, I am going to kill you.”

“You chose the path that leads to corruption and death. There is no strength in either of those!” Bay crept deeper alongside the dark abyss.

“Whatever it takes! As long as I’m the one who comes out on top!” Kalar saw the cove and crawled through its small path. When he came out, he had reached the abyss. “This is where it ends.” He activated his lightsaber. Bay activated his. The battle began.

The two fought each other in the dark cave. The only light came from their lightsabers. The gold blade clashed against the green blade.

Kalar attempted to hurl a boulder at Bay, but Bay dodged the incoming projectile. “You will die!” Kalar lunged out at Bay.

“I know,” said Bay as he jumped back. “I will not fight you any further. Take my lightsaber and kill me. Kill me like the Sith that killed Salma.”

“No... what are... what are you doing?” Kalar didn’t know what was happening. “I must defeat you. You will fight!” Kalar stood up straight.

“Take my life. I came here in hope that I would at least have my son left. Unfortunately, he’s gone. The Jedi are gone.” Bay looked down then kneeled. “You have defeated me, but you are not my son. You will no longer be Kolus Salcar, just Darth Kalar.” Bay took his deactivated lightsaber and pointed in towards himself. “Goodbye...” Bay activated the blade; the green glow illuminated his Jedi robes, which suddenly collapsed without a body.

Kalar looked down. “I guess I have no one to go to.” He looked up; his eyes were reflecting the gold blade of his lightsaber. That reflection suddenly was imbedded into his eyes. His anger overtook him and suddenly, he realized that Bay was right. He was now truly a Sith.

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“Good job my apprentice!” Norre studied the lightsaber that Kalar had given to him. “I notice that this lightsaber is very similar in design to yours. He must have fought in a similar fashion as you.” Norre put the lightsaber on his belt; a belt full of lightsabers. “But he was obviously no opponent for you,” Norre said.

Kalar was kneeling at Norre’s feat. ''What have I done? I just killed my father! Now I must join the Sith. They are my last home''.

“Rise, my apprentice. You must rest for the remainder of this day. Tomorrow, I have a difficult mission that you will go on along with Darth Heldin.” Norre turned around to walk into his Holocron room. Darth Kalar walked away into his quarters. He was now complete Sith. The remainder of Kolus Salcar had been killed- killed when Bay was killed.

Chapter 3: Betrayal

3,639 BBY

''Kolus Salcar Screamed. Norre’s Dark eyes starred down at Kolus “You betrayed us! You aren’t worth anything!!! You tried to overthrow me, and now I will defeat you without a word. ''

''“What?” Kolus’ eyes widened as Norre took out his own personal lightsaber. The hilt was covered in blood. Kolus looked around; Heldin’s lifeless- and headless- body lay on the ground. ''

''“Ha ha! You finally get what you deserve!” Norre activated the Blade, cutting right into Kolus’ chest. Kolus saw the blade deactivate then blackness overcame him...''

Kalar woke up. He looked around; Heldin’s body wasn’t on the ground, Norre wasn’t standing over him and he was alive. Kalar quickly attached his lightsaber to his belt and ran out the door. Kalar arrived at Norre’s throne.

''This is no life for you... stop now when you still can!!!''

A voice echoed in Kalar’s head. Trying to stop the voice, Kalar clutched his head but to no avail.

''You are not this Sith, Kalar; you are a brave man named Kolus Salcar. ''

Kalar ran into Norre’s throne. The massive building stood over where once a great battle was fought. The battle lasted an entire month as Sith Renegades attacked a fleet of Mandalorians, who had crash landed one of their cruisers successfully. The Throne itself got its name from the leader of the Sith group- Darth Throan. The giant citadel stood where the Mandalorian cruiser once stood. On top of the massive mountain where the Throne was placed was a building like no other; its height was nearly as tall as the mountain itself and was based half way up the mountain. The name was given by Darth Drelin, who took over Throan’s empire after Throan died when a Mandalorian disguised as a Sith sliced the emperor if half. Drelin killed the assassin but Throan was beyond healable. Drelin built the citadel and named it after Throan but the massive structure that overlooked everything was named after Drelin; Drelin’s vengeance.

Since that time, Norre’s empire took over and cast out Drelin. Now, Norre was waiting to give Kalar his next assignment with Heldin.

Kalar walked up to the entrance of Drelin’s Vengeance. The gate opened up and the Sith walked in.

“Ah! Darth Kalar! I see that you are ready for today’s mission. You better be because Heldin is less patient then me.” Norre greeted Kalar with unusual sincerity. “Now, want you to get your interceptor ready. I trust that you repaired it after that business with that idiotic Jedi.” Norre stood up and signalled for Heldin to come forth. As Heldin Walked by Kalar, he quickly turned and activated his lightsaber, slicing off Kalar’s right hand.

“Aagh!” Kalar stepped back as Heldin deactivated his weapon.

Norre smiled, “You could have been a great asset, but you instead try to rally an army up against me!!!”

“What?” Kalar said as he clutched his arm. The lightsaber had cut just below the wrist, leaving Kalar with a forearm and a stub from what was left of his elbow.

“Don’t act so confused!” Norre shouted. He then turned to Heldin. “Kill him. Do it in any way necessary!”

Heldin activated his lightsaber and approached Kalar. “I should enjoy this!” Heldin raised his lightsaber up. Just as he was about to slice the blade across Kalar’s leg, Kalar turned and activated his lightsaber right through Heldin’s face.

Heldin screamed in agony but his dying body managed to make one last attack against Kolus; his lightsaber stabbed through Kalar’s leg, then deactivated as its lifeless owner collapsed, dead, to the ground.

“You will pay for that!” Cried Norre as he summoned his guards. “You think that you are so strong, but you’re weak. Darth Kalar, You’re dust under my feat, and I will destroy you!”

“You mean cowardly hide as your guards fight for you?” Kalar made his attack; leaping into the air, Kalar threw his lightsaber at Norre and then, using the Force, levitated for a brief second as he charged up a force burst. Kalar slammed to the ground, throwing the guards up as the massive amount of energy collected from Kalar’s attack ripped across the ground.

As Kalar looked up, he saw the guards limp bodies. He also noticed that his lightsaber had hit its target; the blade was imbedded right into Norre’s chest.

“You are a traitor...” Norre coughed as he summoned his last breaths. “I promise you this...” Norre looked up. His eyes twitched in pure agony. “...You will die...” Norre’s body slumped over.

Kalar looked at the limp, dead body. He reclaimed his lightsaber and quickly took care of the unconscious guards. As Kalar looked around, he noticed that Norre’s collection of Sith Holocrons had stumbled onto the ground. As he reached down to pick one up, small pieces of debris started raining from the roof. Kalar picked up the holocron and looked up; from his force blast, the structure was weakened and was beginning to collapse.

Kalar ran out the massive doors that led into the building. He was on his way to his Sith interceptor. He clutched his arm as the ran into the storage complex where his Interceptor was held. As he readied his fighter, a Sith marauder walked up to him.

“What are you doing here? You’re injured! Go report to medical bay!” The Marauder clutched his weapon.

“I suggest you leave.” Kalar clutched his.

“Come with me. You may be my Lord’s Right hand man, but you are too injured to be flying that!” The Sith pulled out his sword but one second too late as Kalar sliced his torso in half.

“I’d say that you need to go to medical bay.” Kalar smiled to himself. “You’re too weak to be here.” Kalar began climbing into his interceptor as he noticed that some other Sith had seen what he had done. He readied his weapon in his left hand as the Sith approached. As they approached, he walked towards them- limping as his injured leg had been stabbed.

“You fool! You just killed a marauder! Norre’s going to kill you!” A Sith that seemed to be leading the group snarled.

“He already tried. That’s why he’s dead.” Kalar quickly dropped his lightsaber and blasted the Sith with lightning; energy bolts of electricity produced by the force. The Bolts shot out of his hand. The leader flew back, crushing some other Sith. Kalar used the force to bring his dropped weapon back to his hands. He activated the weapon as the stunned Sith readied their lightsabers. Kalar dealt with them quickly but he was heavily outnumbered. Kalar started retreating to his fighter when one Sith lunged at him. The lightsaber stabbed him through his stomach. Kalar limped as he battled them. He disposed of the fighter who had stabbed him and worked his way through two assassin droids. Kalar crept into his fighter, closed the canopy and began lifting off.

As the Interceptor flew out of the Citadel, turrets began firing at him. He began using evasive manoeuvres but the guns heavily out-flanked him. Kalar’s ship was hit but not hard enough to stop it from leaving Korriban. As Kalar left the atmosphere, he began engaging his Hyperdrive which had been specially enabled with a prototype hyperdrive; the drive wasn’t near as powerful as a normal one but was mainly used for missions in areas too remote for a large fleet to attack.

The fighter disappeared in the void of space with an heavily injured pilot, no cargo, and no purpose.

Chapter 4: Revival

Kolus woke up. He was expecting himself to be in the cockpit of his interceptor but it seemed was lying on a table in a medical facility. He looked around; a nurse stood at a computer, completely unaware of him. She looked up from her screen.

“Oh! You’re finally awake! We thought you’d never wake up. You’ve been out for seven days!” The nurse got up and began pouring a green concoction into a cup.

“What... What happened?” Kolus asked as he began to sit up.

“What happened?” The nurse laughed. “You crash landed on Tython!” You had seemed battle-damaged so we fixed you up. The medical droids took hours to complete the surgery.

“I crashed?” Kolus look puzzled. “And I survived?”

“Of Course!” The Nurse looked at him oddly. “You were to injured from your battles, you nearly died!”

Kolus looked at himself; his arms had been replaced by a mechanical limb, he had a mechanical unit attached to his chest, which bore armour of that like a Republic Trooper.

“So, tell me; what happened?” The nurse came closer with the drink. Kolus noticed she wasn’t a nurse; it seemed she was dressed in robes of sorts.

“I... I was betrayed by the Sith. I killed their leader and... I was attacked. They nearly killed me. I managed to escape but not after receiving injuries...”Kolus finally recognized the robes to be that of a Jedi’s.

“Well, you’ll be in medical care for the next few weeks. I...”

“Where did you say I was again?” Kolus interrupted.

“Umm... well, Tython.” The Jedi thought for a second. “Are you force-sensitive? I thought I felt the force in you.”

“Yes. So was my... my...” Kolus remembered back to his battle with his father:

''“You have defeated me, but you are not my son. You will no longer be Kolus Salcar, just Darth Kalar.”''

Kolus remembered back to watching his father take his own life. It was the last contact with his past. “...My father.” Kolus finished the sentence.

“What was his name?” The Jedi turned around, suddenly more interested. “Is your name by any chance, ‘Salcar’?” The Jedi waited patiently for a response.

“I once was called that- at least until I joined the Sith and my name was changed, for about two years...” Kolus looked up. “You knew him?”

“Yes, he was my friend. He was sent on a freedom mission to Korriban to help rescue some slaves. He never returned, but the slaves did; they arrived on transports claiming that he had engaged a Sith Lord.” The Jedi turned up. “Was it you?”

“That wasn’t me!” Kolus leapt up and slammed the lady into the wall. In quick defence, she drew out her lightsaber and pointed it at Kolus.