How To Be Eaten by A Woman... (Closed)

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Zarene stood with her arms crossed in front of her as she watched the conclusion of the fight, the agonizingly long conclusion.

"Oh gods, I think he's crying," she muttered. "He is actually crying."

Wait a sec... are they kissing? Seriously? She felt quite tempted to quickly pull her blaster and shot both of them, just to demonstrate how to make a clean kill.

And then it was over.

She sighed. About time.

Zarene turned back towards Renata. "I guess I don't know what he can be. But judging by what he is now, I wouldn't get my hopes up." Renata might have had no intentions of treating him like a toy, but she would still have to give him orders, and he would have to obey. When the chips were down, would he? Zarene had her doubts.

If you cannot command, then you must obey. Surely he could not command. So could he do the other thing?

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... And the hens clucked away...

Jessoin's mind felt empty, like someone had taken a charge and blown away a wall within his mind. Fresh air poured into his presence in the Force, except it was not air. It was the Force itself. Clean wasn't the correct term for what diffused into him, focused was a more proper term. Concentrated velvety darkness entered him with ease, seeping into his weary body. Those scarlet red eyes would turn to the three women, they still bulged from his skull slightly and his head tilted slightly in curiosity. He could feel their mockery more than hear it- their presences in the Force more than communicated how they felt.

Those eyes never blinked as he stared blankly in their direction, a scratching, seething whisper spoke in riddles in the back of his mind. What language did they speak? It was no tongue he had ever heard in the galaxy. But it was friendly in nature, alluring, promising. The voice had no gender, and yet was quite attractive to the befuddled Zelosian. After a few moments, he finally heard one word:

Suffer...

In an instant the Force around Jess snapped from jagged and autonomous to concentrated and deadly. The area around the landing pad would feel different, like a sharp, just out of hearing range pitch began to sing. The temperature would almost feel colder too, like a shade had been drawn over Korriban's sunlight, even though it still beat down on them all.

His chest would begin to heave slowly at first, deep breaths being taken in as the Force cascaded into him. The faster he began to breath, the sharper the ethereal pitch would grow. Jessoin's upper lip would twitch slightly before they drew back to reveal his teeth, slightly green from blood he had coughed up earlier. A low rumble would begin to rumble through his chest and indeed out into the Force around him, like his very voice was projected through it.

Like a marionette puppet being tugged, Jessoin clamored up to his feet, but his gait would be awkward and would look forced. He stood there unsteadily, but his eyes still never left the woman as the bass he breathed got louder and heavier. Then in a sharp motion his hands would ball into fists and he would tilt his head back as he inhaled sharply. Jess lurched forward and suddenly the sounds and pressure in the Force would increase exponentially as Jessoin bellowed a mighty Force scream at the group, the call piercing yet ground shaking at the same time as his voice cried out to the dusty airs of Korriban.

The scream would be followed by a massive burst from the Force, a shockwave that leveled equipment containers, a speeder bike, and the remaining guard, his chest and face armor crushed as his body was tossed like a rag doll. Jessoin screamed and screamed, the muscles on his bare torso and arms would bulge and the veins would flush his skin color more green, which made his body quake even harder from exertion.

It wouldn't be much longer before the man's physical form couldn't handle the total sum of both the sheer amount of the darkside that coursed through him, and from the amount of exhaustion his physical form already was in.

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"I am quite good at what I do, after all."

The Echani rolled her eyes in exasperation at this comment. Mistress Renata was powerful but sometimes the other woman could be so full of herself. Gabby couldn't deny that the Dark Lady of the Sith possessed great ability and that gave her license to do or say more or less whatever she pleased. The Echani had partly experienced such a privilege as Renata's apprentice and talented individual in her own right. Suffice to say, Gabriella did not hesitate to abuse such freedoms as any proper Sith would. She did not really care for whatever tenants the Order had but apparently she followed them rather well without even knowing. She could care less as long as she got to shed the blood of others.

Gabriella tuned out as Renata began to talk about molding or whatever as if this whole thing was some pottery lesson. Mistress Renata had all sorts of things going on in her head that the Echani simply could not understand. She always talked about the 'big picture' and the future but that meant little to Gabriella. The Echani had come to Korriban for amusement, not to sit and wait for years for some lovestruck nerfherder to become the next Darth. Unfortunately it would seem for that she would be enduring just that for the time being.

"I know exactly what he can be...dead. Are you absolutely sure we just can't kill hi-," began Gabriella when she felt a sudden shift in the Force. Clearly this man was the epicenter and his little love session apparently had made him rather unstable. The Echani could sense the Force being drawn to the man in great amount.

Her instincts told her to brace herself and that's exactly what she did. Gabriella gathered the Force about her as well just in time for the first scream. It was deafening and it rather grated on the Echani's nerves. Of course the increasingly green man did not stop there. He released a wave of energy which would have knocked the petite Sith off her feet had she not been prepared. Gabby was forced to admit that the man had some talent in the Force but it would not matter at this rate. If he kept going on like this he would not last to display any abilities in any meaningful way.

"Look Zarene!" Shouted the cynical Echani over the man's screams. "Apparently crying wasn't enough, now he wants the whole world to know."

Her hand twitched toward the lightsaber at her side which marked the end of Gabriella's patience. If someone did not end this soon, she would.

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"...But judging by what he is now, I wouldn't get my hopes up."

"I might have said the same about the two of you once..." Renata mused, more to herself than the other women.

Gabriella spoke as well, but something cut her off. It was a sensation akin to a pull. Renata's gaze was drawn to Jessoin once again as he seemed to be preparing for some attack. His own eyes were fit to burst and he moved as if not by his own control, but that of another. Perhaps this was correct. Renata could feel the strength seeping out of him. The wound on his arm was much more severe than it first appeared, and it was a token of his will that he was still conscious. An animal, in his death throws, preparing to unleash one final attack... one last bite.

Renata smiled, pulling in a deep breath and coiling the force around herself like a thick robe. Even still, the man's first attack was impressive, and the second even more so. The force of the blast sent droplets of his green blood flying through the air. One such droplet was stopped by Renata's cheek, leaving a green streak across her pale, freckled skin.

"Easy Gabby." She said as she stepped forward, her body leaning toward Jessoin as she pushed through the force of his scream. If he continued, there would be nothing left but a sack of flesh. He would scream his very soul, if there was such a thing, out of his body and all his rage would be little more than a pathetic end to a twisted tale of love. That wasn't Renata's plan.

"Shhhhhh." she cooed as she touched the tip of one thin finger to Jessoin's forehead. He had no real defenses before, and now, his mind might as well lay bare before her. His scream ceased instantly, leaving a hollowness in its wake. Renata would feel that emptiness more than any other as she pulled it from the man and into herself. She knew this feeling, and the dangers it held. She breathed in deep and ragged, holding onto consciousness for herself and Jessoin alike.

He began to collapse, his body incapable of any form of strength. Renata allowed him to fall, ensuring that his body balanced his weight on his legs. He slumped, but was still upright, for the most part. What was most important here was that he did not let go. He wanted to, she could feel the yearning for darkness in him, for rest. But not yet. She touched her whole palm to his forehead now, allowing her will to connect to his. Her nerves did not end at the skin, nor did his. They linked, locked, and were one. Once Renata felt entirely in control, she moved her consciousness through that connection, finding her way through his nervous system to the brain stem, and there she activated every nerve associated with pain.

Jessoin's eyes would widen with the shock. It lasted only an instant as was gone just was quickly. Her own eyes opened as well, sharing the sensation. They were connected after all. There. She said, or rather thought. Stay awake. You need to see this.

Slowly, Renata peeled her hand away from Jessoin's forehead, ensuring her connection to the man would not falter. It wasn't an easy thing, maintaining such a presence in a mind without physical contact, but his state made it possible. She turned to her impatient apprentices. It was now time to let them know why this man interested her so.

"Come here." she said, indicating for the two to stand just in front of her. She did not want to move farther away from Jessoin.

Her eyes locked on Gabriella's first as the Echani stood before her. She had meditated on the woman's future for some time now. She was difficult to track, her paths ever changing. She had no goals beyond the present, no sense of what was to come. This was both her strength and her greatest weakness. She moved in her life as if already dead; no fear, no remorse, no plans or history. Yet still she'd found the Sith Order, perhaps she would find a new life in time.

"Anastasia." she said, and then turned her focus to the other woman.

Zarene had appealed to Renata in every way that Gabriella had not. Controlled, centered, and unconventional, Zarene caught Renata's eye through her will to overcome, no matter what. Her outward appearance belied the strength of will the woman possessed, yet still she carried her scars as just that. She would have to embrace it as armor, or else let it be used against her. She was on her way there, but it was a journey yet.

"Suiyu" she said. The name was strange to Renata, but through her meditations, she'd come to know the meaning it would hold for the woman.

"Go away now, and send a medical crew." Renata said, turning back toward Jessoin. She struggled to keep his fatigue from slumping her own shoulders. It was time to let him sleep now. You came, seeking Renata. She whispered to him through his own mind. Here I am. She lowered herself to her knees in front of him, her hands cupping his face in her palms. Slowly, she lowered him down until his head rested on the metal of the landing pad. I will let you sleep now. She brushed his hair to the side of his face. But when you wake, we will have to discuss your behavior.

With no warning, Renata severed the connections she'd made with the man, grinding her teeth together at the sting of it. Jessoin's eyes immediately rolled back into his head as his body went limp. She could still feel the faint pulse of life within him, however. She stayed only long enough to give instruction to the medical crew, and then retired to her quarters, still hoping that this was not all for naught.

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Zarene leaped backwards quickly, avoiding the brunt of his scream. As he released his telekinetic wave, her arm whipped forward to meet it with one of her own. Not as powerful, but far more focused, and she stood firm as his wave was split to either side of her, feeling only a strong rush of wind that whipped at her coat but otherwise passed by harmlessly, eventually dissipating behind her. Power was nothing without control.

She watched as Renata approached the man, placing her hands on his head, and approached when she beckoned. She gave the green man a curious and somewhat disdainful look, but her focus quickly returned to Renata. Their eyes met, and she knelt down on one knee.

Renata spoke just one word. One name. Her name.

The end of one stage, the beginning of another. She wondered how she was supposed to feel about that.

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Renata's warning did little to calm the Echani down but eventually Gabriella moved her hand away from the lightsaber as her master began to move forward. She hoped that her master had realized that this man was useless and was now intent on killing him with her own hands. Yet something told Gabriella that this would not be the case. The Echani recognized the look in Renata's eyes and they did not say 'murder'. It was unfortunate but it seemed that there was nothing to be done. The thought of getting on the wrong side of mistress Renata was not a pleasant one.

Gabriella turned her head away in disgust as her master placed a hand on the broken man. How could a man as pathetic as this deserve the attention of Lady Renata. It irked the Echani to no end, though she was not sure why. Jealousy? No, that was no possible. The pretty and skilled Sith apprentice had no reason to be jealous of anyone. In that way, the Echani was very similar to her master. She was both coveted and feared; envy should not have been in the picture. Renata's words suddenly broke through her thoughts as she beckoned the two apprentices to her side.

The Echani simply shrugged and made her way over to her master. Gabriella was suddenly struck by an odd sensation. Renata's eyes now looked right into her own. There was a look there of which Gabriella was entirely unfamiliar. She could sense a weight in the air as if everything else had come to a standstill. The Zelosian behind Renata, a mere afterthought. Apparently Zarene felt something as well as she fell to one knee.

That's so like her, the Echani thought with cynical amusement.

"Anastasia."

Silence. The Echani blinked once as if slightly confused. Gabriella could sense that there was importance in this name. She knew that the Sith were all silly about their names but Gabriella herself had never cared. In truth she honestly had no idea what this all meant. She would just have to ask Zarene about it later. The Echani wanted to complain about how Renata had called her all the way over here to simply just say one word. Gabriella had better things to do yet for once, she couldn't say it.

"Let's go Zarene or Sooli or whatever your name is," huffed Gabby with indignation.

She was still clueless as to what all this was about but even she could sense that it marked both a beginning and an end.

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Fire was everywhere. It seared and sizzled as it flared and danced within him. The flames blacker than any night, and the heat more intense than the hottest sun in the known galaxy. They threatened to tear down the very vessel that held it, the kiln turned into ash more and more. Jessoin wasn't aware of anything else anymore. No sound reached his ears. No smells his nose. There was only the dark inferno.

Until a touch of ice clarified everything.

A single tone, like a droplet of water had fallen into a pond, its waves billowed out into his presence to drown out the fires. Goosebumps would raise all across his skin and a shudder would rock his body. A light whimper of exhaustion slipped from his lips and Jess felt his entire body relax almost instantly. He wanted to fall. He wanted to close his eyes. He wanted to die.

"Please..."

Jessoin whispered after she softly shushed him and he fell to his knees. His eyes continued to shine blood red, and tears still washed clean lines from the blood and grime down his cheeks. He gently gasped when she pressed her palm to his head, her hand icy cold on his feverish skin. His body trembled uncontrollably some more, which made goosebumps again. Jess almost let himself believe that the greeter was showing kindness, as she was keeping him alive at that moment. His chest ached greatly, and the man wanted nothing more than to bring his arms up to hug himself. But they would not respond to his commands, all of his strength had left him. Jessoin's head swam wearily, and he looked up into her eyes just as the world turned white.

Like endless fields of flowers across his skin, pain blossomed. It burned. It froze. It dug and clawed and raked and pierced and ravaged. The pain was crystallized, perfected in his mind. Nothing was thought, nothing was felt, only the clarity of one thing: She controlled him.

She. Controlled. Him.

Despite his exhaustion, a new hate blossomed deep into the pool of his being. Never before had this level of control been used on him. But that moment, he knew one thing as he watched the greeter speak to the other two women: One day, he would attain this power. And one day, he would use it on all of them. One day. He would rule them.

His body shuddered violently as the greeter turned back to him, and he watched as she walked towards him. Her body burned so bright in the Force, its own fires more potent than any he had ever felt. Only now, in this twilight stage of near death, did he see who this woman truly was in the Force. And her words only confirmed:

You came, seeking Renata. Here I am.

Once more he half gasped- half whimpered. The Dark Lady herself had toyed with him. Manipulated him. Renata hadn't even needed the Force for most of it he realized. Mere words had been a deadly tool for her. And he had fallen for it so easily. So willingly. Jessoin loathed himself for it. His eyes found hers again as her cold hands graced his face. He could barely nod in response to her message as she lowered his lanky, weary form.

And then the world snapped to black nothing when she removed the connection.