Post by Meira on Dec 8, 2008 13:02:56 GMT -5
The power! Control the breath, channel the Force. The hunger! His eyes, deep brown. The soil that grounded her. The need... Breathe. He will keep you safe... the strength... He will not let you fall... the POWER!... NO!
Renata's eyes flashed open at the sound of the indicator. It beeped in quick tones. She was breathing heavily. Thin lines of sweat traced the sharp features of her face. Her lips were dry, her eyes dialated. It took a few moments for the sound of the tone to register in her conscious mind. With a deep breath, Renata stood and made her way to the cockpit.
The ship she had... commisioned for this trip was larger than the one she previously used. The tremor she felt warrented the change. With extra supplies at hand, Renata brought the ship into its landing sequence, cutting through the atmosphere of Korriban.
During the trip, Renata had been meditating on the Force to guide her. Control had been her mantra. He had been her anchor. But the farther away she got, the weaker her control... the stronger the fire. And now, as the ship touched down on the desolate planet of her Sith forefathers, the fire threatened to consume her every being. Her eyes were again void of their ice blue, replaced by the molten yellow of her lust for power. And Korriban promised so much, it made her breathing ragged.
Control. Use it, master it! Or it will surely master you. She said these words to herself over and over again in her mind, determined not to become a slave. Her rage had freed her, but it would consume her if she allowed it. Renata would never allow it.
Now on the planer, her senses were doubled by the flow of the Force. What had happened here? A struggle, so recent she could smell the sweat and blood as she lowered the ramp. The wind wipped her cloak as she pulled it around herself moving away from the ship to explore the area outside the ruins by which she landed. She walked and moved along where she could sense the others had been. Her feet fell on footprints long since erased by the wind. The thrill that must have been here! The rage, the fear, even the blind devotion of the Jedi, she felt it all.
And then her movements brought her close to a cliff's edge where it all suddenly stopped. What had happened? Who had fallen? Her eyes closed as she reached out with her senses. Nothing. Up, right, left... Down! Yes. Down there, somewhere in the depths of the gorge. Somewhere down there, a heart still beat, however faintly.
Quickly, Renata made her way back to the ship, all of her will resisting to pull of the tombs. You have nothing for me. She thought to herself. The tombs had been stripped of all their significance long ago. No, these empty tombs would hold nothing to help her. Her power lied in her alliegance to her master... for now.
Back at the ship, she quickly gathered medical supplies and refitted her two recon droids with supports that would carry the gurney. Then, like the wind that chased around her, she led the way, searching for a way down to the level of the one who had fallen. The sun was setting, she had to move quickly.
Finally, she reached the bottom, and through the growing darkness, she could just make out the form on the ground up ahead. The droids activated their lights, allowing her to see once again as she reached the body. He was keeping himself alive, in spite of the many injuries, but just barely. A last ditch effort, hopeless. And yet. Here she was, against all odds. The Force was mysterious indeed.
Mechanically, she reddied the gurney on the ground and then, using the Force to bulster her strength, rolled the man onto it. The droids then took either end, lifting him up from the ground and Renata led the slow retreat back to the ship.
Once back on board, and for fear that her control would falter, Renata launched from the planet, moving away from its temptation. Another day, perhaps. But not today. Today she would keep this man alive, if only to hear the stories he could tell. Today she would collect once again, bringing another to count among the followers of her master. Today would be a victory over her rage, her fire. She would prove her control again and allow herself to believe that she had the strength to be something more. She would prove this to herself. She would show him that she was strong enough. With his dark brown eyes as her anchor, she could do anything.
Once in space and with the auto pilot again engaged, Renata set about in the work of bringing this man back from the limbo of near death. She knew that place and its darkness. Her circumstances had been different, yes, but she knew that place. Her resources were limited to simply healing for now. The broken bones were set, wounds were closed. Her knowledge of Force healing was limited, but it was enough to enhance the medical supplies and tools that she had. The man would live, but he would have to wait for a new arm.
After a few days of travel in space, Renata believed that he might be strong enough to wake. Bringing him out from under the influence of the drugs that had kept him asleep, she stood over him, vigilant for any sign of waking.
Renata's eyes flashed open at the sound of the indicator. It beeped in quick tones. She was breathing heavily. Thin lines of sweat traced the sharp features of her face. Her lips were dry, her eyes dialated. It took a few moments for the sound of the tone to register in her conscious mind. With a deep breath, Renata stood and made her way to the cockpit.
The ship she had... commisioned for this trip was larger than the one she previously used. The tremor she felt warrented the change. With extra supplies at hand, Renata brought the ship into its landing sequence, cutting through the atmosphere of Korriban.
During the trip, Renata had been meditating on the Force to guide her. Control had been her mantra. He had been her anchor. But the farther away she got, the weaker her control... the stronger the fire. And now, as the ship touched down on the desolate planet of her Sith forefathers, the fire threatened to consume her every being. Her eyes were again void of their ice blue, replaced by the molten yellow of her lust for power. And Korriban promised so much, it made her breathing ragged.
Control. Use it, master it! Or it will surely master you. She said these words to herself over and over again in her mind, determined not to become a slave. Her rage had freed her, but it would consume her if she allowed it. Renata would never allow it.
Now on the planer, her senses were doubled by the flow of the Force. What had happened here? A struggle, so recent she could smell the sweat and blood as she lowered the ramp. The wind wipped her cloak as she pulled it around herself moving away from the ship to explore the area outside the ruins by which she landed. She walked and moved along where she could sense the others had been. Her feet fell on footprints long since erased by the wind. The thrill that must have been here! The rage, the fear, even the blind devotion of the Jedi, she felt it all.
And then her movements brought her close to a cliff's edge where it all suddenly stopped. What had happened? Who had fallen? Her eyes closed as she reached out with her senses. Nothing. Up, right, left... Down! Yes. Down there, somewhere in the depths of the gorge. Somewhere down there, a heart still beat, however faintly.
Quickly, Renata made her way back to the ship, all of her will resisting to pull of the tombs. You have nothing for me. She thought to herself. The tombs had been stripped of all their significance long ago. No, these empty tombs would hold nothing to help her. Her power lied in her alliegance to her master... for now.
Back at the ship, she quickly gathered medical supplies and refitted her two recon droids with supports that would carry the gurney. Then, like the wind that chased around her, she led the way, searching for a way down to the level of the one who had fallen. The sun was setting, she had to move quickly.
Finally, she reached the bottom, and through the growing darkness, she could just make out the form on the ground up ahead. The droids activated their lights, allowing her to see once again as she reached the body. He was keeping himself alive, in spite of the many injuries, but just barely. A last ditch effort, hopeless. And yet. Here she was, against all odds. The Force was mysterious indeed.
Mechanically, she reddied the gurney on the ground and then, using the Force to bulster her strength, rolled the man onto it. The droids then took either end, lifting him up from the ground and Renata led the slow retreat back to the ship.
Once back on board, and for fear that her control would falter, Renata launched from the planet, moving away from its temptation. Another day, perhaps. But not today. Today she would keep this man alive, if only to hear the stories he could tell. Today she would collect once again, bringing another to count among the followers of her master. Today would be a victory over her rage, her fire. She would prove her control again and allow herself to believe that she had the strength to be something more. She would prove this to herself. She would show him that she was strong enough. With his dark brown eyes as her anchor, she could do anything.
Once in space and with the auto pilot again engaged, Renata set about in the work of bringing this man back from the limbo of near death. She knew that place and its darkness. Her circumstances had been different, yes, but she knew that place. Her resources were limited to simply healing for now. The broken bones were set, wounds were closed. Her knowledge of Force healing was limited, but it was enough to enhance the medical supplies and tools that she had. The man would live, but he would have to wait for a new arm.
After a few days of travel in space, Renata believed that he might be strong enough to wake. Bringing him out from under the influence of the drugs that had kept him asleep, she stood over him, vigilant for any sign of waking.