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Silas
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Jun 23, 2011 0:16:27 GMT -5
Post by Silas on Jun 23, 2011 0:16:27 GMT -5
How could you help me? Who are you to say I am a monster?, The words still resounded in his waking mind, for the absence of noise set his mind to wander once more.
It had been mere hours, perhaps not even that since his return and even now he could feel a slight tremble in his hands as they laced into his dark hair. At length he had come to realize the perfection in his plan, but still he had lost control out there for a second, and it bothered him. Power had raged through his very being yet primal instincts were no competition to cold calculations, and he could never forget that. In the days to come there would be no time for losing his grasp on reality, and while he had overcame it this time, the next he might not be so lucky.
There was little he could do to help that now, for there were preparations to make, for he had far too short a time to make ready for the arrival. Water ran down the lacerated skin to leave a trail that could be felt that both stung and was hot to the touch. They had already begun to heal, but he wished they wouldn’t. Sometimes scars reminded him of the things that were at stake every time he took his saber in hand, especially when faced with those zealots. They may be insolent, but they were well practiced. They had set him on his path after all, and in doing so had given him the rudimentary lessons that would hone his hand, his words, and his power.
The man he had killed was the one that haunted him the most, though. He didn’t regret his death, however he had said things that seemed as though he had known Silas, or the man he’d once been.
He’d been so straight face when he’d said it, his words seemingly well timed, and even better chosen, You weren’t always like this. We can still help you.
Those words had hit hard. In that moment he had lost control or what he had thought was timed calculations, torn apart. Then it had become instinctual, with his movements backed by a fury which could only be described as bestial. As his head rested upon the heel of his palm he lay one upon the tiled wall of the shower for a second as he thought about the man.
His response had been quite brusque, followed by the ensuing fight, which was no more than a simple stretch of his legs till the Council member showed up. The man who had presumed to know him so well had been easily disposed of, for he had been weak minded no matter what his skill in the saber was. No doubt some young Knight hoping to prove himself by besting a Sith. It was a fine display of ability for him to lose his head in battle, quite literally. The boy had looked helpless as his ill guided head fell to the ground as his body still reacted to the shock. Irony smiled lightly on him as his last action had been as thoughtless as his rush into that battle without his master.
Then he had come, and the whole game had changed. This wasn’t a game to kill, but instead to deftly bring a prisoner back into leash without him being harmed too much.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open as his fingers found the knob to turn off the shower. With that he once again began his preparation for his guest, who would need a certain amount of ceremony if simply because of her station. It would not be much of a gift if it was presented to her while sweat and dust still lingered in the air. So, he found a new set of clothes much as he was accustomed to in their particularly ordinary style. No starchy robes, or flashy armor for him, instead he found solace in the soft fabric of his button up shirt, and loose fit pants. Not only that, but there was a discretion involved in this; no obviously recognizable stamp meant he could plan with a bit of clandestine. Silas may not be a spider, but he preferred to spin his webs in the dark.
The doors opened with the electronic swish of hydraulics as he passed through the door, his lightsabers belted in plain view for this particular engagement. Time played against him as he went through the bright halls, lined in their luminescent plates that almost seemed to make this hallways seem as if it might hold something pure. They attempted the face of an angel, which made it all the more easy to stab their enemies in the back. The game of deceit had always been one he’d played well.
“Master, I believe the Lady has just landed,” A man told him through the comlink at his ear, his tone formal with the faintest hint of fear hidden amongst the words.
With a faint smile he replied, “Thank you, Corporal. Please escort her to cell block 3 at her convenience. Keep to protocol, of course.”
It had been his direct command to inform the Lady Renata to him the moment she got here, but there were of course certain things she might first want to attend to. Hyperspace travel was quite loathsome to many people, so he could understand if she thought rest was more important than some prisoner. Hopefully she would make it here timely, though. His keycard easily slid through the scanner to let him past the door into the outer layer of the cell block where the prisoner’s could be monitored.
With a wave of his hand he beckoned for the woman in front of the terminal to get out of his way as he sat down in the rigid chair which she had previously occupied. Quick fingers moved over the keypad as he pulled up a screen of his other guest on this base. Vjun now was the home of Kaiven Te’Baas, and unlike Silas he’d been given no refresher since he was brought to his room. No, the only thing he’d been allowed was a nice little cocktail that would suppress his mental stability enough to stop his use of the Force. It had some minor side effects, but he would be able to answer to the Lady’s questions.
A smile crept on his face as he waited for the woman to arrive.
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Jun 23, 2011 17:21:54 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jun 23, 2011 17:21:54 GMT -5
Vjun might have been lifeless, desolate even. But it was a planet under the reign of the Sith Empire. Because of this glorious fact, certain things were expected, such as basic upkeep. Its lack of life did not decrease its strategic value, yet somehow, Vjun had fallen into disregard. This could not be tolerated.
Orders were given and a certain man had been sent to oversee that those orders were carried out. This man had a reputation for not only planning, but seeing his plans through to fruition. Much was expected of Silas Isao.
But even Silas had to answer to someone. So it was that the only ship scheduled to land at the Sith base on Vjun that day carried one Darth Renata. Renata too was known for her abilities to organize large groups and put them to good use. The Temple on Korriban ran like a well oiled machine because she had seen to every detail. Renata was sure that she would be able to do the same on Vjun. The only question was how much of the work Isao had managed to do before her arrival.
The skies had been clear when the hangar doors opened to admit her ship, but by the time they'd closed and the ramp lowered, the concussion of acidic rain beat against the base like an endless volley of arrows. Renata moved across the hangar, stopping at the entrance to the base where she was greeted.
"I had thought to be welcomed by Isao." she said, her eyes boring into the man who bowed before her.
"Forgive me, my Lady. Master Isao requests that you join him in the cell blocks at your convenience."
Electric blue eyes seemed to flare and spark as a wave of anger washed over the Dark Lady. Isao doesn't even come to meet her himself and now he requests her to come to him? Renata opened her mouth to tell this man just what she thought of that, but before she could, a shock of pain spread from her shoulder through her arm and back. She hissed and turned her eyes to the origin of the stinging sensation she felt.
A small hole had been burned into the fabric of her dress that rested on her shoulder. The skin that now showed through was a bright red and almost seemed to sizzle. The whole was the size of a raindrop and Renata's eyes moved upward in time to see another falling. She stepped aside and the acidic drop burned into the floor, leaving the spot discolored. Keen eyes spied the problem; there was a small leak in the roof.
Nostrils flaring, Renata returned her eyes to the man before her, who now seemed to be afraid to speak. "I believe you should see to the integrity of your base." Renata said, her voice low and slow. The man nodded, stammering out an apology. He brought another forward, instructing him to show the Dark Lady to the accommodations that had been prepared for her.
Renata's luggage arrived in the room minutes after she did and the Dark Lady banished all from her sight so that she might change in peace. The dress she'd arrived in was ruined. Not only had the acid burned a hole, but the coloring around that hole had been changed, leaving the whole thing unsightly. Thankfully, the dress had been more for travel than anything else. It would not be missed.
Renata made sure to take her time as she changed. If Isao could not be bothered to meet her himself, then she would not be bothered with his request right away. Her stay would not be long, so her luggage had been light, but Renata unpacked and stowed her things in the room all the same.
She'd dawned a new dress, plain in style and dyed the deep red that she preferred. Her lightsabers were clipped to the black belt cinched around her waist and her hair fell free down her back, spare for two braided strands at the sides which had been pulled back and clipped at the back of her head. Her shoes were little more than slippers with soft soles, leaving the only sounds of her movement for the gentle swish of the hem of her dress against the floor.
Her room was well furnished, but boring, and soon the business of making Isao wait became too tedious. She stepped from the room to find two guards awaiting her command. She obliged them with a request to escort her to the cell blocks.
She wasn't sure what she'd expected the base to be like; dark and dilapidated perhaps. But this was not so. The corridors were brightly lit and seemed spotlessly clean. Perhaps Isao had managed to do well enough after all. For his sake, she hoped so.
She found the man seated in the outer area of cell block 3, his eyes on a monitor. From where she approached, Renata could not yet see what, or who, held his attention so raptly. She stopped in the middle of the room, the desk and monitors between herself and the man who appeared far younger than he truly was.
"Please share, Isao, what exactly is so intriguing. I expect it must be something quite grand to warrant your absence at my arrival." Her eyes were expectant and threatening, not a fraction of her annoyance hidden.
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Jun 24, 2011 7:37:39 GMT -5
Post by Bones on Jun 24, 2011 7:37:39 GMT -5
After what seemed like an eternity of sleep, the Jedi Council Member's eyes flicked open, taking in his surroundings for the first time. He could see very little. Just a bright, well lit box. He stood, rubbing his eyes as he walked to the door with the small window in it. Opposite the hallway he could see the two things he longed for most. His lightsabre and his mask. He sighed, turning around, away from the torturous image infront of him
A figure was standing in the corner. Jedi robes, with the hood up. It was a figure he was familiar with, but one he had not seen in a long time. It was the figure of Phoe Raxan, the man who had been responsible for the beginning of his training. He looked at the figure for a moment longer, contemplating the figure. A force ghost? No. It was not a being within the force. He looked down at his left arm, at the dull throb. He pulled back the sleeve of his tunic to reveal a needle hole. So he had been drugged. Either way, the knowledge would not remove the image. He may aswell talk to the image. It may keep him sane in what he was sure were his last moments, either way.
He sat down, looking at the figure. He began to tell Master Raxan the events causing him to be in this situation.
He recalled it clear as day. Three of them landed on the planet. It was purely an investigation into the so called Sith Aristocrats on Vjun. It was on that planet, amongst the acidic rain that they had seen one figure that the had wanted above all else. The Dark Jedi - Silas Isao. He had been on the Jedi's wanted list for some time. Naturally, seeing the man alone seemed too good an opportunity to lose.... If it wasn't for the brash nature of the young guardian accompanying him. He watched as the young, fast knight rushed off ahead. He informed the consular with him to not engage, before he rushed off as fast as he could to reach the battle that would ensue... hopefully before it was too late.
It was too late.
As he came over the final rise, he watched as the young man was struck down by the older, much more experienced master. He extended his hand, the hilt snapping from his belt to his hand, the violet blade emitting immediately. He had rushed in hard, hoping to capitalise on any fatigue that Silas had in his muscles. It seemed at first that his skills with the sabre would be enough to defeat the man, if only enough to drive him off, however his skills were soon outclassed. His opponent's mastery of the force would prove to be the turning point in the fight.
His thoughts returned back to the present. He stared at the door for a moment before thinking to himself, Use the force, Kaiven. He stood, waiving his hand in a powerful motion at the door.
Nothing
Nothing at all.
He then realised that he couldn't feel the gentle tide of the force. He looked back to his arm, before he shook his head. He was in this, and he was in this really deep.
He looked up into a corner, seeing two small black rings. A lens, and what he had no doubt was a microphone. He stared into the glass circle before saying defiantly, "Whatever you want, you will not get it from me. Even if you take my life from me, another will step up. As long as there is one heart that still beats with the knowledge, passion and love of the light, we will stand up to you."
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Jun 24, 2011 12:36:32 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Jun 24, 2011 12:36:32 GMT -5
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
The metal sphere jerked slightly to the side as it wove its way through the air. Nieraan looked up at the sound of the scanner's alarm and sighed loudly. "Can someone shut that thing up?"
"Apologies, sir," the security captain said, strolling hurriedly into the observation room.
Nieraan grumbled under his breath. He'd been given notice a few days ago. Notice that he was to leave Korriban and come to Vjun along with a few other Sith under Silas Isao's direction. Something about getting operations on world up to standards or something. He hadn't particularly cared when they left, and he didn't particularly care today.
Though, the thought of being under Silas, crotchety old man that he was, was rankling. Of all the people they could've put me under, it had to be you, didn't it? he remembered saying as they'd left the Temple. He preferred not to remember what happened afterward.
So here he was, on Vjun. It was alright, he supposed, once one became accustomed to the acid rain. The lifelessness was little different than Korriban.
In the time since arrival, he'd taken to working with the security operations, when he worked with anything. If Silas was over everything in their little operation, Nieraan had taken a spot over security; though he still had to do as Silas said. Irritating as that was.
Presently he was in one of the cramped scanner rooms. He was sitting in a chair with the back propped back, legs kick up on a windowsill. Before the blasted beeping interrupted him, he'd been moving a little metal ball around his hand and forearm in patterns of varying complexity as he watched the cloudy skies. Now the ball was in his palm, and he looked back over his shoulder.
"Well, what is it?" he asked, annoyance obvious in his voice.
"Renata's ship. Perhaps you should come see, sir," the captain answered pensively. "Though it is perfectly alright if you don-"
"Shut up," Nieraan muttered. The legs of the chair clicked softly as he let it sit properly on the ground again. He took a moment to shoot a glance over to his partner, Socorro, then sighed and stood, running a hand through his shaggy, blue-streaked black hair as he walked over to look at the scanner. His jacket was hanging on a hook near the door, leaving him in the grey shirt beneath that fit well over his fit form.
He leaned against the rim of the scanner's display as he came to it. It projected a holographic image of Vjun into the air, with little notated dots noting ships that were moving about in the space around it. Further out it showed ships that were approaching or passing within a certain distance through the hyperspace lanes. It wasn't hard to pick Renata's out.
"Ahhh, so she is coming," he said softly. "Must have gotten word of Isao's little catch."
"Shall we make preparations to meet her, sir? Her ship will be here in a few minutes."
Some of Nieraan's fang-like canines showed as he smirked condescendingly at the captain. "You should go, Captain. I have no reason to."
"But si-"
"Go." Nieraan said, cutting him off. "And stay under cover. There's another rainstorm coming."
The captain looked at Nieraan, then the scanner, then Socorro. When Nieraan lifted an eyebrow, he stammered his agreement and hurried out.
"Spineless little idiot," Nieraan muttered. "I'm starting to think I should've killed him and left Garek alive instead. Oh well." He sighed softly as he moved back to his seat, propped it back up, and went back to his toying with the little ball.
"So tell me, Socorro," he said idly, glancing at the other Sith, "how much do you think she'll coo over Silas' new plaything?"
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Jun 24, 2011 15:42:23 GMT -5
Post by Thr33 on Jun 24, 2011 15:42:23 GMT -5
"So tell me, Socorro," Nieraan said idly, glancing at the other Sith, "how much do you think she'll coo over Silas' new plaything?"
“Ha,” Socorro mused himself, “If Renata doesn’t try to take him for herself, I’m a dead man walking.”
If only we just kill that Jedi scum while we can, I could be rid of this hideous planet. Why the Sith choose the ugliest planets in the galaxy I’ll never know.
Socorro Noklon had just graduated into what he called ‘the Sith knighthood’ but was really just a stuck under every other idiot that called themselves ‘Darth’. After all, what’s so great about these members of the ‘Inner Circle’? What made them better than Socorro? Nothing!
Renata better keep her guard up because, if I get the chance--
But Socorro noticed he had been gazing off at the wall while thinking and to avoid further pointless questions from his ‘superior’ Nieraan, he’d better ask something to keep him busy while Socorro could try to figure out a good escape route after an assassination…
“You’d better switch that screen to the interrogation chamber so we don’t miss anything with our new friend.”
As Socorro leaned forward in his chair into the light, his appearance became less hidden away. He was skinny, pale, and small, especially for what he called ‘the next great Sith Lord’. He was human although he claimed to be of a higher species and intelligence than most. His hands and feet were bound in black leather, the rest of his body in black and red lined robes which all shined slightly in the monitor’s light. His arms were folded close to his belt so his hand could easily reach his double bladed saber. How dull it was for Socorro to be sitting in a small dank room with no real enjoyment apart from watching the rats fight over what scrapes the tenants allowed to stay on the floor. Such was the way of the Sith after all, survival of the fittest! Of the strongest! Of the truly most powerful…He gazed at the latest struggle near his feet. A young dark rat had found a larger but older graying rat gnawing on a scrape of cheese. The dark rat attacked the gray rat and quickly killed it for it was nearing its death anyway. It was the dark rat’s duty to dispose of the gray rat. It was the only way that they could continue to survive…This was a lesson that Socorro knew well…And was a lesson that he planned on showing to any of his superiors here, if he would only have the chance!
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Jun 30, 2011 12:55:14 GMT -5
Post by Silas on Jun 30, 2011 12:55:14 GMT -5
“I must ask you a question, My Lady,” Her voice was full of the contempt he had come to expect when she had first landed, but part of Silas did not trust anyone else with this task. “What do you consider to be the most intriguing thing about an idea.”
Slowly the pads of his fingers danced across the screen to bring the image in front of him to the larger screen not too far from them. It blazed to life with the flash of a thousand watts of energy as they flickered with the image of man’s face. This man was worn by the time he’d been in his estates under this ceiling. When he came here he was full of the vigour of the Knight in shining armour he claimed so valiantly to be, but now he’d been brought down to the real world. A stain on his shirt might be blood, or vomit, or the acrid liquid used to suppress his mind that had dripped onto his garb. That was of no importance to him at the moment, though. His entire world was circled around the idea that he was trapped, that the universe had suddenly been trapped inside of a box.
“What I find interesting is that eventually the mind will come to accept an idea, even if subconsciously it knows it is lying,” His voice never wavered, but his eyes did break contact with the screen as he continued, “Such as virtue. It is an appealing idea for the weak-minded to attempt to be decent people in an indecent galaxy.”
One foot planted on the ground he lifted himself from the chair to stand even to the woman whom had come to be his superior. Even now he could feel a sense of power about him, a set in her jaw that demanded obedience, and the simple demeanour of someone in charge. Once he had hoped she would be a weak minded fool he could use, but what he now found was much more valuable than a puppet. Someone with backbone to stand up where others fell, the ability to pounce on weakness, that was what he needed right now. A smile crept up to his lips as he stood beside her to look at the image on the screen.
“…we will stand up to you,” The voice’s spirit was still there. That was good; it would be no fun if he simply caved to the pressure. Or at least it wouldn’t have been for Silas, maybe it would have been easier for Renata, though.
Long, white fingers laced behind his back as he regarded the Jedi in his little cage as his voice once again said,” These Jedi, so trapped in their virtue they can’t see their own image in the dark. They are no more than us, not even their Councilmen.”
From his belt he pulled off a little trinket he’d personally taken care of as soon as this fool had fell to Silas, and had kept it ever since. Now that the cold metallic grace of the object was in his hands he could sense one more the feeling of pure ecstasy he’d been entrapped in when he pulled it from his captive. A look of pride had washed over him as he told those around him to take the man to the cells. He’d felt a power inside him bloom as he had thought of this moment right now, but somehow he felt no remorse in presenting it to the Dark Lady.
Not only did he feel no regret in that moment, it felt as though now a great burden had been lifted from his back. He would take the credit for the victory, but he would not be the blame for anything that would happen to it, which was why he’d watched this creature so carefully since its arrival. There would be no chance for another Rhissai if he kept a close eye on this one, and didn’t get too involved. His kind of fun always had a price.
“Lady Renata, I would like to introduce you to High Councilmen Kaiven Te’Baas.” With a smug smile on his lips he quietly held up the violet lightsaber to her.
Now the real fun began.
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Jul 5, 2011 10:18:47 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jul 5, 2011 10:18:47 GMT -5
“I must ask you a question, My Lady,”
"Oh, by all means." Her eyes rolled and her brow furrowed as the words poured from her mouth in a stream of sarcasm."
“What do you consider to be the most intriguing thing about an idea.”
Before she could respond, a screen to her left blinked to life. The image on the screen was blurry at first, but as the screen warmed up, the image focused until a man's face became very clear. Her eyes had been drawn immediately to this new source of light in the room, and then as the man's face became clear, she was almost lost in his features. Silas answered his own question when Renata did not, but her mind only partially registered his words. She was too focused on the face.
"...we will stand up to you." The body was bloodied and broken, but the mind was still strong. Good.
Among Silas' words, councilmen stood out the most. Could this be one of them? She did not recognize him. But there was more than one council member that had not been one when Renata had left the Jedi. If this man was what Silas was hinting at, he would only have been on the council for two or three years. Even so...
Silas was holding something out to her now. She tore her eyes from the screen to see that it was a lightsaber. Her thin hand took the hilt from his and studied the weight of it for a moment.
“Lady Renata, I would like to introduce you to High Councilmen Kaiven Te’Baas.”
She recognized the name. Perhaps he'd instructed at the temple before his promotion. But that hardly mattered. Renata was smiling now; that wicked, thin smile that heralded a nearly sadistic pleasure. With a flick of her wrist, the Jedi's lightsaber floated into the air. A moment later, her own two lightsabers joined it as the three were levitated toward a table. She then turned to Silas, her smile still prominent on her features.
"You've done well, Silas." she said, a long finger reaching forth to stroke along his cheek.
She turned away then, moving down the short corridor to the the cell this Kaiven was being held in. Her two guards immediately took up step behind her. Along the way, she passed an object that was sitting on a table. Pausing, Renata looked down at the mask. Pitch black, with blue running down the middle and across the opening for the eyes. Now that did seem familiar... But only vaguely. She ran a finger, tracing along the vertical blue line, then turned toward the cell.
"Open the door." she called back. The command was obeyed and Renata stepped into the cell, signalling for the guards to remain ouside the door. Kaiven sat against the opposite wall of the cell. She studied him for a moment. Then, with a bemused expression on her face, she spoke.
"Well...? Stand up, then."
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Post by Bones on Jul 6, 2011 3:28:37 GMT -5
He could hear the talking down the hall. Those low whispers barely audible to him. What were they discussing? How to get rid of him? How to hurt him? How to break him? His eyes turned into a slight glare for a moment before he whispered to himself, "I shall not be broken. The force is the steel in my spine." He turned, setting himself down in the corner, pulling his cloak around himself, protecting his body from the sheer cold in the room.
He stared intently at the rock on the floor, focusing on it as hard as he could. Move he willed it, over and over again. He continued to try to reach out with the force. Without the force, he was nothing, and he certainly wanted to know the minute he began to regain his ability over the mystical power that he usually controlled.
He heard the footsteps coming down the hallway, and his dark eyes snapped across to the door. He could see shadows through the window. So they were coming for him? So be it.
Eventually, he heard the cold, sharp voice outside the door. It was vageuly familiar, but not one he recognised. Eventually, however, the door swung open and the object of his imaginations suddenly become reality.
Renata. Her name had been mentioned to him before.
He listened as she barked her order to get up. He stood, the heaviness in his muscles seeming to disappear slightly as he stood. He looked across at the younger woman before he spoke,
"Renata, proclaimed Dark Lady of the "Sith"." He stepped towards her, standing at his full height, before he said, "Surely, Renata, you would not be low enough to deny a man his dignity? All I request is that when you tire of beating your head against a brick wall by trying to draw out the information you desire, and you decide to take my life, place my mask back on my body."
He stepped forwards once again before saying, "I assure you, that I do not fear you, and you will not break me."
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Post by Resonate! on Jul 8, 2011 18:14:15 GMT -5
Vjun...
This... place... it was desolate and lifeless. A plane of existence, or lack of it, that had caused it to be so inconspicuous, almost invisible to anyone who passed. Constant downpours that hampered life and forced the already dead to scuttle from their graves, holding what's left of their lifeforce in their cold, empty embrace.
This was...
Her planet.
Not like Eshan... No.... not like Eshan at all. It was perfect. But its perfection was threatened by this 'Jedi' that these idiots had not only brought to their sanctuary but also brought him inside. Had no one a set of two braincells in this motley collection of wannabe Sith? Probably not. Neither did she, she had lost all of hers from the company she kept in this place. Stupidity was like a disease here. A cruel and merciless disease. And she had caught her dose a long, long time ago. Maybe that's why she did what she did that day. Maybe it was just her arrogance.
Either way...
This would not bode well.
A firm hold with both hands on the two agrinium tubes, both measuring two feet, twin in design and weighted on either end. Truly, a pair of master's weapons... Had her Echani training eroded her also? She was the master, not the weapons. Only she could defeat her enemies, the weapons could not even switch themselves on. A slight gritting of tooth and tightening of grip, followed by a flowing turn on the heel, pushing hard down on the floor, forcing her forward step after step.
One, two, three, four. Four ignitions. But where had they come from? There was only one opponent in front of her. Only one... small... helpless little whelp and he had already shown his party piece. It was her... but four blades? How was such a thing possible?
Some Sith have used weapons named Saberstaves in their time, truly immaculate weapons of grace and power. Some had used twin sabers, inventing the form Jar'Kai, very fluid but also very defence-based. But none in recorded history had combined both as she had.
Sunasin Li...
Only several minutes ago, this pretentious little maggot had just walked into her room and asked her for a challenge. Of course... she was brought up to honour any challenge that had been posed to her... and this man's stance spoke volumes. He was very troubled... so very troubled, by love. A sign of weakness, clear as day. It took only a few seconds to disarm the boy, and leave him in the state he was currently in. A snivelling wreck of emotion and pain. Pathetic, she had discarded those so long ago.
A quick dash now, a single plunge of a blade into the heart, the feeling stirred something within her. Satisfaction. But she would never allow herself to stoop so low, not again. One, two, three, four. The humming sound cut off as the blades retreated into their sheaths.
"Sunasin Li, you are to report to the holding cells immediately." "...Why?" "Darth Renata has arrived and the Commander has asked you to attend to her needs while she stays." "And does Lady Renata wish this service? Is she not capable of doing tasks herself?" "I only follow orders." "Then follow this one, if Lady Renata or anyone else needs me, they will call upon me themselves, not have me forced upon them by a third party, understand?"
Her face was dark, foreboding, not to be crossed with. Her fingers crawled to the activation switches of her sabers.
"...I will ask Lady Renata if she requires your assistance." "...When she rejects it, do not come back here, I do not what want to be disturbed by you or any others today." "You will take orders when you are given them, not when you feel like doing the-"
A flash of red as a saber passed the man's head, digging into the wall. The shock forced him to tumble to the ground, recoiling wildly, like a startled cat.
"Go.... NOW"
She had not seen a man get to his feet faster, slipping slightly on the granite floors as he forced himself to run in the direction of the holding cells. If he returned, he would kill him for showing so much fear. She moved a hand through her long, silky smooth jet black hair feeling the warmth coarse through her arm and into her body, soothing her stress. Her black lipstick seemed smudged at the edges and her dark eyeliner needed fixing after that fight. A sigh escaped her lips as she stepped back into her room, sitting against the wall...
She needed to think... and what better time than now, right?
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Post by Rugs on Jul 8, 2011 23:29:08 GMT -5
Nieraan made a sound that lay somewhere between a snort and a laugh at Socorro's response. "Wouldn't be surprised if she did," he answered lazily, his attention largely on his little metal sphere as it wove through the air. "Probably Silas' try at kissin' her ass to get himself a better position in the Order."
He snorted roughly through his nose and shook his head, giving the other Sith a sidelong glance from the corner of his eye. He seemed to study the frail man for half a heartbeat then turned his eyes back to the ball, as if uninterested.
"After all, what better present for her, right? Just pluck a Jedi out from the Council and give it to her himself. A Jedi from their Council, at that." He snorted again.
Yeah, I bet that's your game, Isao, Nieraan mulled silently. It was the sort of tactic he'd seen again and again during his years in the criminal underworld. Butter the boss up with some present, get in their good books... Gotta say Isao, if that's your game, you got a damn lucky catch.
He tipped his chair just a bit further back, enough to feel a stretch in his legs for a moment. The ball was presently drifting in lazy circles around his wrist. He watched it idly for a while, until he got bored with it and let it drift elsewhere. It could weave figure-eights between his fingers for a while.
Though he seemed aloof, the Firrerreo was hardly unaware of his surroundings. His senses felt everything in the room with him and out a short ways into the corridors beyond. Nieraan held a particular interest in the Sith next to him. Comrades in name they might be, but he wasn't near stupid enough not to keep tabs on him.
And despite his physical frailty, Nieraan decided that Socorro was definitely someone worth keeping an eye on. He had a feel to him, one Nieraan had encountered many, many times before; he felt like one of the countless idiots he'd run across that had too much ambition for their own good.
“You’d better switch that screen to the interrogation chamber so we don’t miss anything with our new friend.”
"If you're that interested it in," Nieraan said, his tone dismissive. He turned his head to look at the screen. It was currently running through its cycle of feeds from the various security cameras. Presently it showed the holding cells, and Nieraan saw none other than a certain Echani Sith making trouble with one of the guards.
"Swear if she causes me another gorram headache..." he muttered under his breath. Most days he wouldn't care about her causing trouble. But when her trouble sent people complaining to him, well, that was a problem.
At a lazy wave of his hand, the screen flickered to a different scene. A man was bound, two figures stood over him, watching like cats with a captured mouse. There he is...
But there were more important things to worry about. With a sigh, he stood to his feet once more, letting the chair fall forward onto its front legs with a light clack!. The ball fell into his palm as he took a few short strides to the comm and called to Sunasin's room.
"Li," he said gruffly, "I don't care if you make trouble with some other idiots, but if another guard comes whining to me about you again we're gonna have problems." The channel went dead, with message sent.
Nieraan shook his head, ran a hand through his shaggy hair and glanced at the screen. Renata was saying something to the Jedi. A quick glance to the hyperspace scanners showed nothing of note was going on.
So he sighed and walked to stand before one of the reinforced transparisteel windows with his feet shoulder width and hands clasped behind his back, with the ball slowly turning in one. The acid rain was falling more steadily, up from the light drizzle it'd been a minute or so ago. If the foreboding clouds off in the distance were anything to go by, it would be coming down in sheets before too long.
"So," he said, glancing over his shoulder at Socorro, "how long you give the Jedi 'til he breaks?"
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Post by Thr33 on Jul 9, 2011 11:01:57 GMT -5
The snortings from Nieraan were closely followed by Socorro's own half-wheezing, half-coughing laugh. If someone were just walking by and didn't realize who was in there, they'd assume that someone was dying!
As Nieraan was playing with the metal ball as it glided around, Socorro decided to try and focus on more important matters, like that of their new prisoner. As he gazed into the monitor, he viewed what he had expected, but not hoped: Lady Renata and Silas simply laughing and spitting in the face of a once respectable Jedi, defending his beliefs and thinking that the 'light' would always prevail.
Socorro smiled as he truly saw the prisoner...he was no man...not here and not now...whether he knew it or not, the first day he stepped on Vjun's surface, he broke. The fact that he was taken here and the safety and solitude and comfort of the life of a Jedi Council Member was disturbed...when we showed that we could easily destroy any sense of safety that even the highest ranking members of the Jedi Order could have...that was when he broke. The longer he stays here, will just make it longer for him to gather the pieces and try to reconstruct his life. He...will never be the same after we get done with him.
That is why, when Socorro's partner asked, "How long you give the Jedi 'til he breaks?" Socorro just smiled and said, "He already has...he just doesn't know it yet."
His response was soon followed up be Socorro's wheezing laugh and ended with some coughs. He stood up and moved away from the monitor. He was disappointed that this Jedi didn't have the sense to know what had happened to him already. Perhaps that was why Nieraan stared at the sphere so lackadaisically, he already knew the outcome of the interrogation but he didn't know the next turn that the sphere would make. Perhaps that was the simple mystery of the force...as one thing ebbs and turns...so does it affect another in the same way. Who knew what something as simple as this metal sphere would influence.
But, it didn't matter! All that mattered was the rise to power of the next great Sith Lord! This Inner Sanctum? Just the Sith's equivalent to the Jedi Council! Debates and disagreements an empire does not make! Only, a sure a confident leader could create the decisions to create a dynasty! That sure confident leader was Socorro of course! Darth Socorro, ooohh! That sounded good to him, but as he dreamed, no action would be made...sad...
It was then that Socorro realized what Nieraan was droning on to before: Sunasin Li. "That Sunasin doesn't have the brain to advance in the order like some other's of our rank most definitely deserve!" He announced confidently.
Of course, Socorro was simply referring to himself but if he made Nieraan think that he was interested in both of their advancement, he might have made a wise alliance. Of, course he had the skill to take down any Sith, but, it would just be simpler if he had some help. Afterall, he'd need an acceptable apprentice once the time came.
Leaning on the wall, Socorro chose to continue his trash talk of Li. "What is your opinion of Li, anyway, Nieraan? I doubt she'll be around for long...once she gets on the nerves of the wrong dark lord."
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Post by Silas on Jul 19, 2011 22:29:34 GMT -5
The stage had been taken by Lady Renata. It might at one point have made him angry to be usurped by this woman so easily; however he had tasted defeat by a council member before. The woman had slipped between his fingers when he had needed her most, but not this time. If for some reason this one should get away it was no longer his issue, nor would he be solely responsible, although he had a feeling it might get back around to him one way or another. That was why he hovered just inside the door to the cell, his eyes locked firmly on the man’s face as he tried to dissect his thoughts right now. In all this man’s attempts at valiance he had simply made himself more of a victim when they made him squeal, and he would hear the screams of this Kaiven before he died. If they could convert him, so be it, but he would shed no tears for a corpse, especially one he’d delivered.
“..place my mask back on my body,” The man muttered in defiance, and suddenly Silas could not help but chuckle to himself.
For fear of interrupting the further interactions between the slave mistress and her little fool, he exited the cell that gave a loud beep before it locked behind him. A smile stretched across his lips as he walked back towards the cell block command center where he would have a front row seat for what was about to come.
Suddenly the soldier he had sent after Renata scuffled down the hall with an angry look scrawled across his face, but he did not stop to talk to Silas. He simply kept a straight line until he came upon the door that held their visitor. A telekinetic wave grabbed his extended hand before it could manage to get the door open.
“You best be happy I was here to stop you. It is not wise to get between the cat and her prey,” He told the man as he walked towards the dumb grunt. With the Force firmly holding his hand he pushed him back against the wall as he came up to demand, “What is so important that you would demand my Lady’s attention?”
With a gulp the man suddenly realized the water he’d stepped in was dangerously hot as he pulled at the hem of his collar with the hand he still had control of. For a second his eyes glanced at the lightsabers at Silas’ sides as he said weakly, “A-another o-o-of the Sith told me to come see if she was needed by Darth Renata.” The stammer of his voice made the Sith cringe angrily as he penned him harder against the wall, his veins beginning to bulge.
“Speak straightly, or I will cut out that pretty little tongue of yours, understood?” The other’s nod was all he needed before for him to ask, “Who is this other Sith and why is she so important that the Darth might need her presence?”
“Sunasin Li, sir. The commander told her to report here, but she said she wouldn’t be pushed around by anyway,” A spark of defiance ran through him, oddly enough as he moved on, “She said if the Dark Lady wanted her, she could come find her, herself.”
For a second he pondered over this as he let him go, the air rushed through his teeth. Silas hadn’t realized how much he had gripped him, “Tell this Sunasin that Renata doesn’t require her right now, however I do. Tell her that Silas would see her, Nieraan, and Socorro immediately in this cell block's control center. Then I want you to go tell the supervisor of security, if so much as a fly moves without mine or Renata’s express permission, you report it immediately.”
He moved on, signaling that their conversation was over, but at the last minute he turned and said, “And if she refuses you, tell her that’d it’d be most unfortunate to lose such a fine young Sith.”
The leer crept back up on his lips as he realized this was just the first step.
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Post by Meira on Aug 2, 2011 18:07:32 GMT -5
Whatever his own motivations, Kaiven did as he was commanded and stood up. Renata's eyes watched him with an almost entranced curiosity. She could not feel the force flowing through him. It was an odd sensation, knowing that this man should have been teeming with the force. She considered playing with him, pushing, pulling, squeezing, but his words were more entertaining than she could have guessed.
"Renata, proclaimed Dark Lady of the "Sith" he said as he stood.
"Kaivan, proclaimed Jedi High Councilman." She replied, an emphasis on the word proclaimed. She smiled as he stepped forward and continued to speak. "Do you resign to death so easily, Kaivan? Nothing to live for? Pity, but I'll see what we can do for you."
His second step forward brought him just a foot or so in front of Renata. Her thin smile only widened at his last words. Did he think he was being brave? She hoped so. The best ones were always the ones that were so sure of themselves.
"Break you?" Renata's features morphed into mock surprise. She took a step to the side and began to walk a slow circle around the man. "No, no, no." she cooed. "I don't want to break you." She was at his back now and a thin hand touched at the point between his shoulder blades. The fabric was damp, likely from perspiration, and was cool to the touch. She had to extend herself onto the tips of her toes so that her chin would clear the man's shoulder as she leaned in and whispered. "I want to set you free."
She pulled away and lowered herself again, moving around Kaiven to finish her circle. Once back in front of him, she turned her body toward his once again. "How you interpret free is entirely up to you, of course."
It was then that Renata began to allow her subtle powers of influence seep from her being to fill the room. In some, her influence seemed seductive. To others, it took the form of fear. Still others felt a growing sense of confidence, as if it mattered not what they did or said, no harm would befall them. Worked correctly, and with enough time, Renata had come to feel her power overcome many of the Sith initiates within the Temple, creating a loyalty that seemed natural to those under her spell. Kaiven was no mere initiate, to be sure, but without his connection to the force, he would find it hard to resist her influence, if he even sensed it at all.
"You can be sure that I do not want to hurt you." Her words were like honey. "I simply wish to know more about you. You are so intriguing, after all. Tell me Kaiven, how long have you been on the Council? Surely there's no harm in sharing that?"
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Post by Bones on Aug 8, 2011 3:41:45 GMT -5
"Oh, but you misunderstand, Renata. I am free. I am free to choose to follow the light. I have made my decision. I choose to use my abilities to help the others. You, however, chose to use your powers to rule and enslave."
He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. He began to focus on controlling his breathing, calming his heart rate and calming his own reactions, mood and feelings.
"Oh, I have been on the council roughly a year and a half now, Renata." He stated simply, before he hit back, "If there's no issue in telling how long I have been a High Council Member, then there would be no risk in informing me how long you have been claiming to be the mistress of a long-dead, theocratic, warrior race who are long since extinct, and why? Does it make you feel strong? Or are you just trying to play on the fear that the word Sith seems to have brought to the galaxy. Either way, you are neither their Mistress nor one of them. The reality is, you are a Dark Jedi claiming a title."
He turned to face her once again, his scarred face staring down at her, "You believe I will fall for your tricks? I earnt these scars at the hands of your kind. I know what your kind are capable of, and I know that I will never be a tool to your own ends." He stepped in closer once again before whispering, "Save yourself the time and frustration."
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Post by Rugs on Aug 13, 2011 11:28:12 GMT -5
Nieraan eyed Socorro curiously for a moment after the other Sith answered his question. Already broken and he doesn't know it, huh? Giving a disinterested shrug of his shoulders, he turned to watch one of the screens before him. Renata was talking to the Jedi, and he was looking at her and giving steady--if defiant--replies. He glanced again over his shoulder to the man behind him.
"You think so?" An eyebrow quirked, and the remark was clearly a question, but there was a note of disagreement riding on Nieraan's voice. It could have been that Socorro was merely optimistic. More like he's an idiot, Nieraan thought, snorting softly. Again he shrugged and turned to study the screen for a moment more.
Nieraan had seen interrogations before. He'd seen men and women alike brought in to be cracked open during his years running in the underworld. He'd even broken a fair few himself, and while he knew himself to be an enforcer more than some master interrogator, recognized the signs of a broken man. Whatever this Jedi was, broken wasn't it.
Doesn't mean he won't be soon. Just means it'll take a while. For a little while longer he watched Renata and the Jedi on the screen, and the turned to go back to the window, his interest in watching waning for the time being.
The clouds outside were growing darker, the rain falling harder. The storm was coming closer rolling over the city, and with it the complex that the Sith currently occupied. Nieraan stood easy before the window, one hand at his side and the small metal ball turning slowly between the fingers of the other. Slowly his fingers splayed open, and the ball rose to float over his hand. And then it began to move...
"That Sunasin doesn't have the brain to advance in the order like some other's of our rank most definitely deserve!"
The little sphere shook slightly at Socorro's abrupt outburst. The muscles along the side of Nieraan's jaw stood out starkly as his clenched his teeth and batted down the urge to bodily throw the thin little man across the room.
"She's not the only one," he muttered to the transperisteel in front of him, not particularly caring if Socorro heard and understood what he meant or not. You're not as subtle as you think, Socorro. But what did he care? Let the idiot wear his ambition like a robe for everyone else in the Order to see. It was fools like him and the Noghri that were made examples of for all the others to see.
Ignoring Socorro for the moment, Nieraan tucked his ball into a pocket and turned away from the window and strode casually to watch the long range scanners. Not that there was much to see. All quiet.
"What is your opinion of Li, anyway, Nieraan? I doubt she'll be around for long...once she gets on the nerves of the wrong dark lord."
"She's an idiot," Nieraan answered simply. "She tries to tread on the Lords' toes but she doesn't know how to do it the right way. She won't last." He shrugged, as if it were the plainest thing to see. And she's not the only one.
Once he was satisfied with his observation of the scanners, he turned and walked back to the seat he'd occupied a few minutes prior. He went back to toying with his ball as he kept an idle eye on the screen showing Renata and the Jedi, and his senses open for any ripples from Socorro or to feel the approach of anyone that might come.
It didn't take long for the latter to happen.
He felt the man coming before he reached the door, but sure as it was raining outside, a man came in. A soldier, from the looks of it; one that felt nervous, even if he was managing to keep his face relatively straight.
"S-sirs, Master Isao has s-sent me to send word that he demands your presence in the cell block's control c-center," he managed, with only negligible stammering.
Nieraan sighed an annoyed sigh, but stood. He wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with Silas, but ignoring the summons would only make a headache later. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, tucking the ball back into one of his pockets. "We'll meet him there." A casual wave of his hand called his jacket to him, and he spoke again as he pulled it on and zipped it halfway up his chest. "Stay here with the crew monitoring the scanners. If something comes up, notify me."
A quick check confirmed his three sabers were still where they always were, and looked briefly at Socorro as he started to head out the door. He almost said something, then changed his mind; there wasn't a need to tell the man to come. Either he would or he wouldn't; he could decide on his own.
So out into the hall Nieraan went, heading to see what Silas wanted of him so suddenly. "We're gonna have problems if it's somethin' stupid," he muttered to himself.
At least it wasn't far.
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Post by sparrow on Aug 14, 2011 13:53:32 GMT -5
The ship dropped down through the atmosphere, dipping down below the clouds, below the mountain peaks, slowly weaving its way towards the Sith base. “Keep her low and steady, pilot,” Elsie murmured. “I need to go get my gear ready.”
The pilot nodded. “Acknowledged. ETA to Landing Zone B eight minutes. Will you be coming back with me, or with the other ship?” “Hard to predict,” Elsie replied as she reached behind her neck to tie her silver hair into a long braid, getting it out of the way of her face. “Other Landing Zone will be closer, but only if Rin can hold the area. Stay the designated time, and if we’re not back by then, leave.” Finishing the last knot, she turned around and headed towards the back of the ship towards her armor locker.
Her armor was a light suit, composed of thin, interlocking metal and plasteel plates. Protecting mainly the torso, it preserved freedom of movement, and while it wouldn’t stop a lightsaber, it could defend most slugthrowers, as well as lighter blasters. The armor went on top of her robes. Elsie methodically checked each of the straps and buckles, giving the ones in the shoulders a little extra tug for tightness.
She reached for the sword in her locker, unsheathing the straight, double edged blade and gave a quick twirl in her hand before returning it to her sheath and slinging it across her back. She had her lightsaber hanging on her belt, and as a Jedi it remained her most important weapon, but for an Echani, there would always be a special place in her heart for the sword, and she wouldn’t leave for the mission without it.
They had begun the landing sequence as Elsie rejoined the pilot and the other Jedi at the front of the ship. “Alright, I’m ready.”
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Aug 15, 2011 17:33:37 GMT -5
Sherasti Rin stood quietly in the corner of the ship the Jedi were using to carry out their rescue, her montrals towering over the others and providing a very noticeable ornamentation to the room. She was silent for two reasons really. The first was that she didn't know the other Jedi on the mission. It was a big Order. There were a lot of people in it, and she didn't know the vast majority of them. They were still her family though, even if she couldn't remember their names.
The second reason for her silence was uneasiness. This was the first offensive mission she'd taken, with a distinct chance for fighting. And she wasn't a Guardian. She was a Consular. Fighting wasn't her specialty, and though she was confident enough in her ability to defend herself, she was apprehensive about fighting itself. She didn't want to hurt others, but she simultaneously knew their mission had to be carried out. They couldn't simply have left Kaiven there. But she was apprehensive about at what cost his liberty could come at.
Her violet eyes noticed the Echani woman come into the compartment again. What was her name? Elsie? Sherasti couldn't quite remember. She was pretty sure it was Elsie, but not sure enough to call her by that name. So instead of speaking to her, the tall Togruta just nodded slightly and smiled thinly.
She folded her arms and leaned against the bulkhead, silently contemplating her specific duties as she tried to ignore the chill of the metal deck on her bare feet. Guard the landing zone. Something that could prove either very easy or very hard. She wasn't sure which it would be. But she had an uneasy feeling that wasn't going away. Butterflies in her stomach. A tense sense of expectation.
Everything always came back to uneasiness.
Sherasti seemed tense. Her body language sent that message quite clearly, as did the nervous smile she wore. Internally she found herself hoping one of the others would have some sort of reassuring words. She needed them.
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Post by Othorious on Aug 21, 2011 20:16:03 GMT -5
Dyrall Krak sat motionless in the center of the Jedi Transport, deep in meditation. He was concentrating on the battle ahead, not long ago one of the Jedi council members, whos name was Kaiven, had been kidnapped by a Dark Side Force user. Speculation circulated amongst the Masters and some of the Knights that a Sith had kidnapped him, and not long after Republic Intelligence agents had indeed found proof of Sith envolvment, and they had triangulated Master Kaiven's position, on the acidic Sith held world of Vjun, deep in the Outer Rim. A select few Jedi had been sent to retrieve Kaiven, along with Republic Infantry support, Dyrall only knew afew of these faces, he'd seen them in the halls of the Jedi Temple. He made no move to initiate conversation with any of them, that would be a waste of time and Dyrall intended to use all of his avaliable time before they arrived to center himself within the nexus of the force, and calm his nervousness.
Of course Dyrall was nervous, why wouldn't he be? They were about to land next to a base probably swarming with Sith Soldiers, or possibly Sith Force Users. If they did have any trouble, Dyrall was more than equipped to take them on, he was a Master at Double Bladed Combat, and was rather well trained in the Force as well. Whichever Sith encountered him would've wished they hadn't. Dyrall slowly opened his eyes, they were getting close now, and Dyrall could sense the overwelming sense of Evil on the surface of the planet, it was almost enough to knock him out. Dyrall slowly stretched his shoulders and back, and quickly rose to his feet.
Dyrall wore a simple light brown robe, with a grey sash around his waist and two grey shoulderpads on his shoulders. He wore no footwear of any kind, he prefered to let his scaly feet feel the ground beneath him. Oh, I also forgot to mention, but Dyrall is a Chistori, a rather odd race of Sentiant Reptillians, who were known to be quick to anger and had a total disregard for Order or Discipline, but Dyrall was different. He learned to keep his anger locked away deep inside him via meditation, but rarely he would nearly succumb to it and he would lock himself away in his chambers and meditate to calm down. He would use this anger later in future battles, which might be sooner, than later. Dyrall sighed deeper and stood inert in the center of the craft, waiting.
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Post by Meira on Oct 19, 2011 13:18:48 GMT -5
Renata rolled her eyes as Kaiven started into his self-righteous speech about the virtues of the light side of the force. She looked back at him, a bored expression playing across her face. She let him say his peace, and then he answered her question. She smiled at that. So he was new. She knew that much. He hadn't been on the council when she was still under the Jedi's thumb. Yes, she knew he was new, but not that new.
Kaiven turned the question back on her, and her smile widened as he proceeded to give her a good talking to. Oh the lectures. How many times had she heard them? Blackwing had scolded her so many times when she was a padawan. And then, when she'd last faced him, he'd tried pleading, appealing to their bond as master and student, and then he'd tried this... If Blackwing, a man she might have loved as a father, couldn't stir her heart with these words, Kaiven's attempt was a pathetic joke.
He restated his resolve then, assuring her that he would not bend to her will. It was no matter to her. It certainly would be nice to turn him, but in the end he would die if he didn't. Either way, the Jedi lost a leader and the Sith and enemy. Either way, she won.
"To have only one choice is no freedom at all." she finally said after Kaiven had finished. "But I didn't come here to debate philosophies with you, Kaiven. And I didn't come here to mar your face any more. I don't leave marks on the ones I like... not visible ones anyway."
Again, she reached out with her mind to his. This time, she pushed a little harder. Oh, even without a direct connection to the force, Kaiven could resist her. And she was sure he'd take pride in his supposed strength of will. But he would not last long, and she was patient. She reveled in the sensation of a mind's defenses crumbling bit by bit. So she locked eyes with the man and called on cold, on fear, and on solitude. She covered the man in a cloak of solitude and despair, all the while, her will fought his. Not out-right, but at angles. Her weapon was no blunt instrument, but fine needles that poked and prodded, seeking out a weak point. When that point was found, she'd worry away at the cavity until the corruption brought the whole fortress of his mind crumbling down around him.
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Bones
The Wizard of AUS
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Oct 24, 2011 22:47:24 GMT -5
Post by Bones on Oct 24, 2011 22:47:24 GMT -5
She didn’t come to debate philisophies? Kaiven let a wry smirk come across his face. ”You didn’t come to debate philosophies? What a surprise. What a tragedy. It’s one of my favourite pass times.” His voice was full of sarcasm as he spoke, looking directly at Renata.
He didn’t need the force to be able to feel what she was attempting. He could feel the dark side surround him, applying pressure like a dull weight. It felt cold, almost as if he was immersing himself in cold water. He allowed his eyes to close, and he controlled his breathing, allowing it to slow to a level where it would barely seem like he was breathing at all. His heart rate slowed in turn. He allowed himself to slip into his meditative trance.
If she was going to attempt to break him, he was sure going to make it as hard as possible for him.
Eventually, he felt the dark side withdrawing once again. He allowed his breathing and heart rate both accelerated once again, and his eyes flicked open. ”Oh, so it’s like that, is it Renata?” He allowed the smirk to come across his face once again before he continued, ”There are two questions I have for you, Renata. Firstly, what are your plans once I regain my force abilities? Because this drug will not last forever.”
He paused for a moment, and then he played his greatest card. He knew that the third Jedi had got away. He had felt it through the force before he was overpowered. He knew that she would have activated the distress beacon. He knew someone would come. ”What are you going to do when the rescue party arrives? Did Silas mention that there were three of us? Did he mention one got away?”
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