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Nov 8, 2012 23:16:11 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Nov 8, 2012 23:16:11 GMT -5
It was time. Finally. How long had Jessoin waited in earnest? How long had he pleaded for Lady Renata to let him go on a mission. A real mission, not some silly assassination or bombing. Then again, bombing wasn't the proper term. For weeks Renata had sent him out into the galaxy to scorch a building, or an office, or a home. It was amazing how baffled local law enforcement would be by the infamous "lightning bomb" that was being used now. Funny how not one thought to consult the Jedi on the matter. Typical pride doing what it did best. No one wanted Jedi meddling in their affairs. A Jedi meant drama, death, disorder, just what the Republic fought to avoid. Just what the Republic failed to realize. Death and disorder were apart of life, it was ridiculous to think otherwise. And yet people did... And thus why it was time to do something bigger than a mere family or business. It was time to strike deep into the Core. To show the Republic and Jedi that nowhere was safe from the Sith's reach. There were no safe havens. No impenetrable walls. No way out. Nothing. Jess looked over at his partner for the mission. It was his first time working with another besides Renata, every other mission had been either with her or solo. Tesa. He knew very little about the younger woman. But he also knew better than to underestimate her by her youth. Renata herself was younger than him... but powerful in ways that made the Zelosian shudder for a moment. A shudder of fear, anxiety... pleasure... how he craved that power. Like some endlessly hungry worm in the pit of his stomach, Jessoin's expression would turn something less than normal for a flash before he clamped down on his greed. Now wasn't the time to show the predator. Now was a time for charm, charisma. A veneer of confidence and control. A smooth comment to show he was normal: "So I hear this elegant beauty before me is familiar with Empress Teta? I've never been myself, but often heard of its radiance... " He laughed softly and stood from his seat across from Tesa and moved to window of the shuttle that carried them and leaned against the wall. Jessoin peered out into the rising sun as it glistened off industrial mile after industrial mile. Naturally where they were wasn't the prettiest of Empress Teta, but even it's factories were elegant. Soft curved architecture and sleek designs. Much like their destination. A marvel to say the least, some sort of factory that was suspended among the clouds. A floating fortress meant to be torn asunder from the heavens. He assumed Tesa knew what was created here, and why they were taking it down. Jessoin was just the 'muscle' of the operation. The one to do the damage, take the hits. Set off the bomb so to speak. Their shuttle rose to meet the docking bay in the east side of the factory. They had reached their destination. Jessoin moved toward the door as the shuttle landed and the door began to hiss open. He looked down to pat his uniform. A standard security outfit supplied by their contact. He looked Tesa up and down and admired the way her outfit hugged her body before giving her a wicked smile, and he whispered "Ready to bring down the sky, precious?"
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Nov 11, 2012 1:00:24 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Nov 11, 2012 1:00:24 GMT -5
He was foul. Not foul as in smell or looks or smile. His tone of voice was stuck on one mode: sultry. It made her skin shudder and she found herself sneering, disgusted, when he couldn’t see her. How many women had been attracted to it? How many had he slept with? How many were disposed? These were questions she hoped to never know the answers.
Telling him to stop with the pet names had only earned her a smile and more cute names best used between lovers. How many women had cooed over that smile? What a cocky creep.
“Just do as Iniquitous instructed you. Which was to do what Lady Renata instructed me to do,” she’d muttered to herself several times already. Fine, she’d settled, but this was the last time she’d let the lords slip her a vile creature on such a mission. Her worthiness was already proven, and if they wanted proof of his capabilities, his master should be baby-sitting him herself.
“"So I hear this elegant beauty before me is familiar with Empress Teta? I've never been myself, but often heard of its radiance... "
Tesa rolled her eyes. “Would have been a perfectly appropriate question without the pet name,” she reminded him once again. Not that he would listen. “Yes, I have.”
She owned a new business here, too, thanks to Graffion’s help. This company didn’t funnel funds into her personal accounts, however. It went toward the Sith and its military. However, that building was far from here, in a different city. Yet the memory of Strae brought the heat of embarrassment and anger beneath her skin. The damnable woman had paralyzed her as some show of her power; she tried to prove to Tesa she always won, no matter what. Yet Tesa hadn’t seen neither hide nor hair of the spy since that encounter.
Being paralyzed had opened Graffion the opportunity to rescue Tesa, too. Such an action allowed Tesa to see just how far Graffion was in her pocket. Currently the man was elsewhere, doing what he did best – assassination.
And if this creep of a Jessoin went further than pet names, Tesa would have another target for her kitty.
She stood once she saw the floating industrial building, coming much closer to Jessoin than she liked. As a businesswoman, she pitied the investors. They were about to lose a lot of money before the sun reached peak. “They’ve tried to make a statement: they are untouchable. Trillions of credits and they’ve created a way to make war vehicles more difficult than it has to be. All because they think we’d be too stupid, too scared to come near. Because it floats.” The underestimation was appalling. For Tesa, nothing was unreachable.
She turned and moved toward the door, shooting over her shoulder, “I hate it when others insult me.” It was probably the most she’d spoken all trip.
Her hands ran over the simple bun in her hair. When the assignment was handed to them, they had already had a contact with information, IDs, roles, costumes, etc. All that was needed was people to fill the role, thereby taking out all the fun for Tesa. All she did was a little psychological research on the type of character she was filling in.
She checked the professionalism of her outfit, a higher rank than Jessoin’s, before hoisting a bag onto her shoulder. Glancing at the man, that permanent smirk was plastered to his face. She fought the sneer tempting her lip. “I will get you through the fortress. I have some clearance and then other clearances I can get, if need be. We’re doing a security system check. You are… little more than my bodyguard at this point. Please… let me do the talking but warn me if something seems wrong.”
“"Ready to bring down the sky, precious?"
“Keep your slimy self contained,” Tesa sniped back, hissing angrily. Really? Give it up. You won't seduce me. Filthy man. With authority befitting her rank, she strode along the short ramp and toward the factory’s entrance. There was a guard out there, standing beside a console, who looked at her quizzically as she walked up.
“You new guys are late. Shifts changed an hour ago.”
“You may tell that to the ship that brought us. We just flew in from the spaceport. I am here to check your new security systems. I haven’t had my coffee, so don’t make me talk more than I have to.”
“Oh, you are not the rookies we were expecting then. Very well, Vanessa Rowling, your keycard is now activated and will be until midnight tonight.”
Tesa gave a stern nod as the guard opened the door for them, cool air washing over her. They bypassed inner security, who waved them through despite the alarms going off. “Where do you want me to put you first?” she asked Jessoin. He might have several locations in mind to make sure this Republican factory sunk.
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Nov 14, 2012 14:26:20 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Nov 14, 2012 14:26:20 GMT -5
Tesa was indeed far too much fun for Jessoin. She did little to hide her current disdain for him, both in her expressions and through the Force. Yet another typical woman, thinking herself superior. He would show her, by the end of their mission, she'll either make it, or die by his hands. His orders had been specific, the only thing that mattered was that the factory fell, even if it meant sacrificing Tesa. Jess had to admit though, her haughtiness was intoxicating and fun for him.
He grinned widely at her sharp response to his question. Oh how he made her skin crawl, he could even see the goosebumps every now and then. There may have even been an air of something that could be called fear in her words. Jessoin inhaled her emotions and nodded as his smile slid into a grin. The Zelosian followed Tesa as she approached the guard, his hand rested on his hip holster where his Apex sat, the best hiding spot for it in this case was to keep it out in the open, maintain the look of security personal. His mind went to the inside of his right boot, where his lightsaber was hidden. With a thought the weapon could be at hand, ignited and ready to slay.
Once Tesa got them through the first security door, Jess looked into the station as they walked through. He caught the eye of a female Twi'lek guard, and as Tesa and himself walked past, his eyes never left hers, nor did the pleased grin on his face. One might take the look as someone who just found a new crush, but in reality, Jessoin smiled at her because he knew something she did not: That her and all her friends were about to die a horrible, fiery death. And Jess would feel their panic, their desperation for life. He would feel as they backstabbed and fought to get to the escape shuttles, he would feel as the order crumbled around them, and feel them as they died. It would be glorious.
When they were out of ear shot, Jessoin laughed and sped his pace to turn and walk backwards in front of Tesa, a wide grin on his lips and his eyes flashing with an almost boyish glow. He applauded softly and continued to laugh before speaking.
"My my! An actress! I wholly bought your haughty 'I'm more important than though' performance! Brilliant! My Mistress did not fully tell me what a talented young thing you are, makes me wonder what other talents you must hide..."
She asked where he wanted to be next, and Jessoin moved back to Tesa's side and stopped for a moment. His long fingers slipped into his chest pocket and retrieved his datapad. When he switched it on, it bathed Jessoin's face in an amber glow. A couple of buttons and swipes later, and Jessoin nodded and grinned to himself. He highlighted their first target and handed the datapad to Tesa.
"First things first. We need to sabotage their transport hub, located four levels down from us. This is where all their escape shuttles are held. Lady Renata said no survivors. So let's dash their only hope of survival Precious..."
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Nov 20, 2012 10:25:40 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Nov 20, 2012 10:25:40 GMT -5
Jessoin’s laugh caused Tesa’s eyebrow to cock. He just found everything positively amusing, didn’t he? His grin and chuckles and constantly entertained demeanor gave her the impression he didn’t really give a damn about what was going on. The severity of the situation didn’t seem to impact him in the slightest, and that irritated her.
The actress comment was slightly unexpected. She’d been complimented on her skills before, but it had been after the mission or job. Rarely were such statements given during, and never so early in the mission. Something writhed unpleasantly in her chest, warning her that, while the words made her prideful, Jessoin was still creepy.
And while Tesa couldn’t help but feel the swell of pride, she could keep it contained. The cocked eyebrow remained raised for the duration of his musing, but otherwise her face remained stern and she maintained authority in her walk.
“Maintaining security is quite important around here, and as a manager of their security, that ranks me pretty damn important. Wouldn’t want security to be compromised around here, would we?” Tesa smirked a little at her own irony.
As Jessoin moved back to her side, she stopped, briefly motioning for Jessoin to do the same. This hallway was practically empty. They could get away with discussing the plan as long as they kept their voices down and spoke relatively casual. But as she listened to Jessoin, her heart fluttered at his brass words. He was doing nothing to shroud their plans from possible open ears!
Her eyes darted up and down the hall quickly, character momentarily broken in the sudden, panicked shock. It was times like these she cursed her inability to sense things in the Force – there was no way for her to be positively sure no one had heard Jessoin.
Her eyes fixated on Jessoin. “No survivors?” she asked, frowning. That meant… every person would have to perish with the exception of her and Jessoin. She could feel her stomach dropping already, knowing she was going to be able to sense such a large amount of extinguishing life. The end of this mission was going to be rough. “Well okay then.”
Reaching in the side pocket of her bag, Tesa drew out her own datapad. Her background lit up in the pre-prepared map she’d set it to. “Let’s go to the security room near there first, though. Can’t have you sabotaging things on camera and alerting the entire facility before we’re done. I hope your sabotage is on a timer of some sort.”
She drew the pathway on her datapad before taking point again, leading them to a turbolift. After waiting for the lift to respond and personnel t exit, Tesa slipped into the empty lift and smashed the close button. “Once we’re down there, just head down to the hub. I’ll make sure you aren’t seen. But if you explode something, I can’t guarantee a perfect cover. Too many questions and then an immediate investigation by this level’s security. Have your comlink? When it goes off, it’s safe to prep for mass murder. Return the call when you’re finished.”
The doors opened and Tesa stepped out first. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
With some worry and missing a couple of turns, Tesa found her way to the localized security point. Standing outside the door, Tesa undid a couple of buttons on her uniform, exposing her neck and a couple of inches under her collarbone. A hint of sexuality worked wonders on men. Her bag carried a few things besides her datapad, such as another datapad, her lightsaber wrapped in a couple of layers of cloth, a couple of different bottles of poison, and a small, thin, metal case holding a special datachip reserved for cracking security systems. There was also a handful of computer spikes.
Tesa pulled one of the cloths from around her lightsaber, opened up one of the mystery bottles, and dampened the cloth far from her face. Odorless as the anesthetic might be, it was rather potent. Both the bottle and cloth went right back into her bag, though Tesa kept one hand in it. Swiping her clearance card, the door slid open for attendance.
The slight smirk resting on Tesa’s lips vanished immediately as one of the two women turned to look at her. One was a sour faced thing, most displeased to see Tesa here, with a “What the frack do you want” gleam in her eye. So much for sexuality.
“Who are you?”
“A girl in need of the bathroom before I begin my work in here,” Tesa replied, her voice that of an airhead. There was a camera in the corner, by the ceiling. Couldn’t do anything in here. “I just got here and I can’t find anything.”
“Hmph,” Sour Face grunted. “What work? No one else is assigned this shift.”
“I’m Vanessa, and I’m supposed to make sure this facility’s security is top notch.”
“Fine. Angelica, show her to the restroom.”
A younger woman, pretty and with a smile on her face, rose and gestured Tesa out the door. Angelica, as she led Tesa to the restroom, told her not to worry about the other lady – she was just too uptight for her own good. And, as most women did, Angelica followed her into the bathroom, prompted to answer a question Tesa had posed. No cameras in the bathroom. Tesa started making way to a stall just long enough for Angelica to turn to study her appearance in the mirror.
The cloth slipped out of the bag and Tesa backtracked. The quizzical expression on Angelica’s faced melted into immediate fear as the cloth slipped over her mouth and nose and Tesa pulled back tightly. Angelica’s head came back onto Tesa’s shoulder. The other woman’s hands scrambled across Tesa’s bun and face, seeking hands.
“Just relax… I don’t want to hurt you.” Empty words, Tesa realized. This woman was probably going to die in this bathroom. As Angelica went unconscious, Tesa dragged her into a stall and propped her on a refresher.
Returning to the security room, Tesa’s eyes skimmed the screens for any sight of Jessoin.
“Where’s Angelica?”
“She decided she needed a long bathroom break. What kind of camera is that?” Tesa gestured to the corner of the room. “It doesn’t look like some of the rest.”
“From my understanding, it’s an older model because keeping tabs on fellow security members is not as important as sections of the facility, apparently.” As Sour Face droned on, not once considering a security manager should know what kind of camera is on the wall, Tesa listened for two words. “…and currently they’re offline because of….”
Really? “You don’t say…” Tesa brought out the cloth again. Sour Face was too busy looking at her screens to really care about Vanessa the security manager coming up behind her. Just with Angelica, the woman’s hands sought Tesa’s out, but Tesa held tightly and leaned back. As soon as Sour Face was out, Tesa went and yanked cords out of the camera, just for safety measures.
Sitting behind the console, Tesa inserted her datachip and hoped she knew what she was doing. A little override here and an input of Vanessa’s security clearance got her into the camera commands. Tesa triggered her comlink as she clicked the transport hub’s cameras into static. Then she sat back to fix her uniform and redo her bun.
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Nov 21, 2012 2:43:00 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Nov 21, 2012 2:43:00 GMT -5
Jessoin's grin would turn crueler at Tesa's apprehension to his orders of 'no survivors'. His eyes delved deeply into hers as she looked at him with shock. Apparently the young lass hadn't heard that portion quite yet. It entertained him how her emotions poured out from her presence, the regret and dread she felt towards the impending slaughter made Jessoin's pulse race. His eyes never left hers as he shook his head and whispered
"Not a one..."
He nodded politely at her words about him being careful until she told him. Jess looked over his datapad as the two rode in the lift together, his fingers slid over the screen to flip through holos of the different objects that needed to be wrecked. A few targets to remove all escape possibilities, it made him chuckle softly to think that mere fifteen minutes of work would destroy thousands of lives. Power. It truly was intoxicating. He smiled roguishly at Tesa as she left the elevator, careful to make sure she saw him looking her body up and down before the door closed. The last thing she would see would be a sly wink from him.
While Tesa was busy taking down the two women in the security room, Jess grinned up at the camera in the corner. He could feel the emotions that came off Tesa as well as her victims as their minds fell into despair and darkness. The Zelosian stared into the camera as he felt his partner relax some. He raised an arm to point up at the camera, to point right at Tesa. Jessoin sent a wave out with the Force, a feeling of pride and recognition. She should be proud of what she was doing. She would see that soon. She would see what she could soon be capable of, through him.
His comm clicked just before the lift's bell dinged. He had arrived at the safety level, where shelters and escape shuttles resided. Jessoin's face was a mask of confidence as he strode out of the elevator. A guard at a checkpoint looked the green-tinted man up and down in confusion. Jessoin and him wore the same outfit, but the guard clearly did not recognize him.
"You new or somethin'?"
Asked the human man, his eyes betraying his confusion, and also his lack of realization. Jessoin chuckled softly and glanced up at the guard station's security camera. Right as his eyes returned to the guard's Jess smiled and raised one arm. The guard's eyes bulged as he was suddenly lifted off his feet. He hung suspended in mid air for a brief second before Jessoin balled his hand into a fist and jerked his wrist. The guard's neck snapped wetly and his body flew into a nearby wall before it crumpled into a pile.
"You could say that..."
Jessoin said in response as he walked past the now dead guard. He couldn't help but laugh at his own delivery. This mission would be all too easy. Tesa would be able to watch through the security system as Jessoin methodically moved through the level. Any guards he met were quickly dispatched with the Force, their bodies left in broken heaps on the floor. Jess would occasionally stop in a room full of computer terminals and wave his arms like some conductor, his music in the form of purple lightning as it danced and fried hardware all over the level.
The entire time he was on that level, he hummed a little tune under his breath. Only once was the tune recognized to be the Republic's Anthem, and Jess never once stopped hailing the Republic as he unflinchingly took apart its machinery and citizens. Remnants of blood, circuitry, bone and steel were left in his wake. A harbinger of death and destruction, all hidden behind a veneer of pleasant grins and smooth words. An exquisite predator now unleashed upon the Republic.
Fourteen minutes after he had left the elevator, Jessoin returned to it, still humming the Anthem as he wiped blood from his face. Red blood, blood of another sentient. Jess was still completely untouched, and pleased at his own good use of time, and use of the Force. His long finger would hit the switch to go rendezvous with Tesa on her level. When the lift arrived, Jess entered it but paused before hitting the button to ascend. He reached out with the Force to comb and weave into the floors in front of the elevator. A wicked grin played at his lips as he reached up with his hands, fingers outspread. Once he was sure he had reached as far as he could Jessoin wrenched his arms towards his form and his eyes flashed amber as the Force roared back towards him. Metal panels of the floor would scythe upwards, creating several meters of a razor sharp field, ready to cut apart any people who tried to flee onto this level. It would be a killing field, people would trample each other into the blades to save themselves, slaying friend and coworkers alike in a desperate bid for freedom, only to find every single shuttle deep fried.
Jessoin loved his job. And that was all he could think as the lift now ascended towards Tesa's level, his eyes never once left the camera in it, that same smarmy grin still plastered upon his face. His grin that of a child having the time of his life. And Jess was indeed having the time of his life...
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Post by Squee on Nov 25, 2012 1:01:50 GMT -5
Tesa had just redone the button on her collar when she saw Jessoin pointing at her through the camera. An icy feeling formed in her stomach as her nose scrunched in disgust. Pride suddenly jetted through her, catching her by surprise. Pride? What the hell? That wasn’t hers exactly.
This man… He thought he was in a position to affect her feelings? That he had a right to frack with her emotions? Tesa snared his pride in the Force and pushed it away from her. She wasn’t going to stop there, oh no, she was going to remind this man of his place. However, this was going to be difficult; Jessoin wasn’t in touching range. So she did the next best thing: she locked her eyes on Jessoin’s through the camera screen.
She imagined the Force had hands, and sent it crawling back along that line Jessoin had established between them. She traced the connection all the way back to Jessoin’s hand. And then she thought of the Force swirling all the way down his arm like snakes before forcing the Force into his eyes. It was just beyond, in his head, where she anchored her return connection.
Telepathically, she shoved with just enough force to exert her meaning: stay out. She pulled her anchor out then, and dropped a block between her and Jessoin. Her eyes tore off of his through the screen. Nasty, foul, disgusting man. Thrusting himself forward and into personal space that was not his for the taking.
Then he was gone from the camera. Tesa leaned back into her seat. A slight buzzing sound came from her left, accompanied by a light. Tesa hit the switch and cupped her chin into her palm. “Vanessa Rowling,” she said helpfully, lounging in the chair.
“Rowling? This is the central security hub. What are you doing onboard?”
“Testing the security systems.”
“What?”
“Check with the guard at the entrance. He cleared me and my associate in. I assume you’re radioing about the camera’s that have gone static on sub-basement D?” Tesa rolled her eyes to the ceiling. This was far too easy.
“Well…yes.”
“I sent my associate down to do a quick maintenance check on your cameras. Just to make sure there are no broken wires and such. Were you not informed?”
“No.”
“I apologize then. I figured you would have been informed by now. Seems my associate failed to check in with you.” It pleased Tesa to blame Jessoin for something that wasn’t his fault.
“I didn’t even know we were scheduled for a check.”
“This was very sudden,” Tesa covered. Her mind raced through plausible explanations. “It’s just a random check. There was some concern that the cameras may not be working properly, since there were some complaints about the manufacturer.”
“Where is the current shift watch?”
“I told them to take a snack break. I will contact them back when I’m finished here. Please don’t be concerned about the cameras as of now.” An alarm light began flashing. “Or any other alarm you may see,” she quickly added. “It’s just my associate doing what he does best.”
There was silence for a bit before the okay went through. Tesa clicked off her side and stared at the flashing yellow button over something labeled ‘Equipment Malfunction’. By the stars, what was he doing? She sat up and began fiddling around with security commands again, trying to decide whether it was beneficial to turn off the elevator camera. Probably. On screen, the elevator dissolved into colorful waves, as if malfunctioning. That would do.
She could feel it now. There was a collection of voids in the couple of levels below. It was like someone opening a yawning black hole. The more deaths there were, the greater the void expanded in the Force.
There was a great plume of fear and confusion. People recognizing what Jessoin was doing? People realizing what was happening, seeing the destructive power Jessoin unleashed... There was nothing quite like fear in other people. Quite… intoxicating.
More alarm buttons began flashing across the console. Tesa sat with her fingers laced on her lap, eyes on the wavering elevator screen.
Every time she felt a little fear, there was a blackout. Like someone switching off the lights. Tesa closed her eyes tightly and looked away from the screen. The emptiness of death started to scramble at her as sprinkles of life vanished, gluing itself to her very bones and sinking her heart.
She hated death. There was nothing quite like a missing essence. Those lives may be joined in the Force, but Tesa felt for their bodies and their minds. And their bodies were vacant. It only made her remember Sawnders, and how his presence had dissipated.
She swallowed and made herself check the wavering elevator screen. One would be able to tell if something were in the elevator, but not quite what or who. Jessoin was back, but he wasn’t standing straight.
“What are you doing, you horrible living being…” There was a great shift in the Force, and all the pain, all the fear, and all the confusion, roared through Tesa’s senses. And for a moment, her addiction kick-started. The fear collected in her, just starting to buzz. But a few moments after her addiction triggered, the roar was swallowed by silence, as dead as space. Quiet and there was silence.
The life in Sawnder’s eyes winked out. Quietly. And he was silent.
Tesa’s heart twisted painfully. Her hand covered her eyes as achy sadness seeped throughout her body, branching out from her wounded heart. Her throat burned as she kept back tears. Carefully, she took in long draughts of cool air.
Fracking dammit. She knew it was coming, too. Fracking dammit… fracking dammit, fracking dammit, fracking dammit, dammit, dammit, dammitdammitdammit… Her core pulsed with loneliness and despair. She sucked in a deep breath of air through her nose and stood as her comlink signaled. Can’t let it get to me…
Tesa picked up her bag, sliding the datachip back in. Her hand came back out with a security spike. She jammed it into keypad inside to the security room. The door swished open, Tesa stepped through, and with a guided hand and the Force, Tesa pulled the door back closed. Twisting her crooked fingers, the locks clicked into place. No one would be getting in for a while.
She met Jessoin back at the lift, and raked his appearance with a critical eye. “You’ve got blood on your uniform,” she sighed, rather dismayed. “Don’t… let anyone see you that you don’t want dead.” The lift doors closed. “We’re on a timer now. It won’t be long until the central security station figures out something really wrong is happening.”
Tesa drew her datapad and looked at her map. “I say we hit central security either next or the time after, though after is pushing it if it takes you fifteen minutes to demolish a floor. Up to you.” She tucked away the datapad and turned to him fully with a sneer. “But what isn’t up to you is staying out of my fracking head. Didn’t I tell you to keep your slimy self contained? Was I not speaking Basic? Stay. Out,” she ended with a hiss.
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Post by Dutch on Nov 26, 2012 3:42:02 GMT -5
From the minute the door slid open, Jessoin's eyes would lock with Tesa's. That grin of his would crawl slowly up his face as she looked him up and down. His eyebrows would raise suggestively before he stepped back to let her into the lift with him. Her comment about the blood made him look down to rub a finger into a red spot on the light grey of the uniform. He chuckled and glanced over to Tesa as she told him not to be seen. Jessoin tilted his head as he responded
"I could simply tell them it's from a fight I broke up... it's alright Precious, you can relax. Everything is going according to plan."
Jess lilted the last sentence in a sing-song fashion and he continued to play with that same spot on his clothes. He nodded at her words about the central security station. She was correct after all. They could maybe get away with one or two other objectives before they had a clue and retaliated. Or they could strike now and cripple all resistance possibilities. Only to further add to the chaos that would soon grip the entire station. He pressed the button for the central security floor.
She spoke. Her words filled with toxin as she rounded on him. His eyes stayed locked onto her as she hissed at him, his grin never faltering. Jessoin stepped closer to Tesa, his boots thudded on the lift floor. A long arm would reach out to press against the elevator wall and Jess leaned down so that his face loomed down at her. His laughter would be but a whisper before he spoke
"It isn't within your head that I wish to be..."
Just as he finished speaking the lift's bell rang and the door opened to the security station. Without another word he moved gracefully around Tesa, his right hand would ghost fingertips across Tesa's abdomen as his footsteps led him out of the elevator. Jess smiled at the guard who looked at him as Jessoin exited.
"Uh... is that blood man?"
Asked the portly human. Jessoin laughed and drew his Apex pistol. The guard went to grab his but with a burst of the Force Jess' arm shot up and the trigger pulled. The guard's brain matter splattered against the wall and Jessoin heard a shriek. Bright green eyes turned to see a small Zeltron woman as she opened her office door to see the dead guard. The Zelosian snarled and his free hand gripped at the woman with a savage pull. The red skinned female flew off her feet to land directly in front of him in a pile.
Jessoin growled again and kicked the woman in the stomach before he lifted his arm. His prisoner lifted off the ground to stand at her feet. He slid his pistol into its holster and stepped forward. Jessoin looked over to Tesa and pointed at the small Zeltron.
"See this? See what we are capable of? This morning, this woman was sure of herself. Sure of her place in life. Married, if you didn't notice the arm band. My master had one too. She has a family. A purpose. Tell me, Zeltron... do you fear us? Do you fear me?"
Jessoin began to circle the woman, his hand making a fondling motion as he looked into Tesa's eyes. Tesa wouldn't be able to notice easily, but Jess was running his hand via the Force all over his prisoner. His veins pumped and his pulse raced. Power. What better drug was there in the galaxy? Tesa may one day learn...
"...Yes..."
The woman whispered, her eyes ran with tears that pattered onto her clothes. Those same eyes would dig into Tesa's, pleading for help. Jess stopped behind her, and leaned down to inhale the woman's scent. His free hand would reach up to move the woman's hair from her neck and Jess bowed down to plant a couple soft, sensual kisses upon it. His lips would grace her red skin as they moved towards her ear, where he nibbled gently before he whispered
"Good..."
And proceeded to ball his hand into a fist. An audible crunch sounded and the woman collapsed into a heap, the life instantly extinguished from her eyes. Jessoin had crushed part of her brain stem with the Force. Her end would be sudden and violent. Jess inhaled deeply the rift in the Force it caused, his eyes fluttered shut and his teeth shining with a smile. As his green orbs slid open again, Jess gently gestured to the dead woman in front of him.
"You see, we are gods to these people. There is nothing they can do to stop me. Stop us. Now let us go clean out the rest of this floor..."
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Post by Squee on Nov 28, 2012 0:19:55 GMT -5
"It isn't within your head that I wish to be..."
If she could, Tesa would need little prompting to burst compressed Force into his ribcage. “Frack you,” she growled even as the lift doors opened. Worms writhed beneath her skin as his fingers brushed against her.
Tesa could feel just how angry she was as she followed him out. He was doing this on purpose. They all did it on purpose. Jack did it on purpose. And they did it because she couldn’t control her emotions as well as she liked. Her hand clutched the air by her shoulder, and the camera on the fair wall ripped off just before the first guard’s head exploded.
She needed to keep control. With a deep, shuddering breath, she closed her eyes and opened channels so her emotions, primarily anger, could flow through her. Images of things she could or wanted to do flashed behind her eyelids.
So. Very. Little. Prompting. To just yank him off his feet, smashing his head against a wall. She could break all his limbs, mash all his bones into paste within his body and leave him like a puddle of jelly. Perhaps breaking his bones so they protruded from his skin was better. Which was more painful? Which did he deserve more? Which would satisfy her more?
Feeling a little more in control, Tesa reopened her eyes as this Zeltron woman was being stood to her feet. She was scared, and Tesa felt her heart pulse a little faster. No. Don’t.By the look in Jessoin’s eyes, he wanted to make the woman an example to her.
“Right on schedule, I see,” Tesa said, annoyed. “Very well, get the example over with.” Casually, she sat on the corner of the dead guard’s desk, arms crossed. Every Sith she’d worked with had to make something an example to her, to explain themselves and their motives. They never considered that she didn’t care.
The woman’s fear was crawling all over Tesa’s senses. She was gritting her teeth so she didn’t give into the temptation of enjoying it. Just kill her already, Jessoin. Instead, he toyed with her and it inflamed her disgust for her so-called partner. Yet the woman’s fear continued to increase, and Tesa could smell it like a heavy perfume. A delicious perfume. Kill her… Now… Now! NOW! But her strength faltered. Like a drug addict, she inhaled the fear and hugged it to herself, feeling deep satisfaction.
With a crunch, the light went cold in the woman’s eyes. She mentally recoiled from the absence in the Force. The fear had vanished and Tesa’s veins were immediately left burning with desire. Irritation swelled within her, and she ground her teeth, finding this newfound longing near unbearable. Now you’re going to have to share the destruction.
“Quite done now, yes?” Tesa stood. “I’m going after the cameras real quick. I’ll click the comlink.” Fortunately, the door wasn’t far. Unfortunately, her keycard didn’t work when she swiped it. Dammit.
Frowning, she turned and opened the office door right across, and a rather dashing man graced her vision. “Hey,” she said, feigning friendliness. “You got your keycard for the door across the hall?”
The word “yes” was perched on the man’s before he caught a look at her. Tesa was moving forward as he said, “I’m sorry… who are you?”
“Impatient.” Tesa reached over the desk and grabbed the man’s face. The Force leaked from the palms of her hands and penetrated into the man’s skin. Her tethers arced straight for his brain, where they weaved into all the crevices. Fear brightened in the man’s as she squeezed around the section that controlled motor functions, freezing him in place. It wasn’t a great amount of fear, like the Zeltron woman’s had been, but it served to cure her ache.
“I’ll be needing that keycard.” Her fingers plucked the card from his uniform pocket. “Thank you…” She surged the Force into his brain, traumatizing it as much as a severe concussion, and let go of the man as he slumped unconscious.
Back across the hall, she swiped the keycard and the door swished right open for her. Five pairs of eyes looked back at her, peeled away from the myriad of camera screens that covered every inch of the wall. Nothing verbal came to mind. Five was simply too big of a crowd. So she did the next best thing.
Her hands lifted, grasping the chairs in the Force, and she drew her hands slowly to her. The people, seated in their chairs, rolled back slowly away from their consoles. Confusion permeated the air. One person stood, ready to confront her. His chair violently thrust into him, smashing the front of his face. Pulsing a Force push, he sailed into the wall. His head smacked wetly against the wall and he was still.
A cabinet, full of camera videos no doubt, levitated and hurled itself into three people at once. Fear and pain exploded from the guards’ presence. Tesa sighed, satisfied, as she swallowed the emotions.
She pulled harshly at the remaining person. He smashed into the wall beside her and Tesa pressed her hand to his cheek. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, as the man’s greatest fear washed through her – was he going to die? “Yes,” she answered him softly. Her hand dipped into her bag. “Yes, you are.” She pulled her anesthetic cloth free and pressed it against his nose and mouth. She generated enough Force pressure to keep him pinned to the wall. Terror streamed from his body to hers, raw and uncontrolled. This is what I love. Unbridled, chaotic fear. Controlled by me… The man’s body went limp, and she gently guided him down, with the Force, to the ground.
She turned next, hand making a horizontal sweeping motion in the air. All the switches to the cameras flipped through the Force. Hiss whispered her lightsaber. It was an unfamiliar sound to Tesa, much like the slight vibrations it made in her palm. But it was necessary. She plunged the red lightsaber into the console, slicing a hot line through the center of it to render it useless.
She felt breathless, as she stepped out of the room, her craving returned tenfold. Fear went away all too fast. The door closed behind her, and Tesa ripped the keypad out of the wall with a swift Force pull.
“Stop right there, miss!”
A scrawny, quavering security fellow stood with his pistol drawn. Someone saw something he shouldn’t have. Tesa dropped her hand to her belt and signaled the comlink. Then she spoke with a smirk on her face. “Just me?”
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Post by Dutch on Nov 29, 2012 17:47:34 GMT -5
"And I'll start to clean house..."
Whispered Jessoin in response. His eyes glinted as they stared at Tesa. He could feel her pleasure in the Force from what he did, and felt her craving. It was intoxicating. How wonderful it was to see Sith embrace who they truly were. Something Renata was all too keen to preach to him. Jess turned away from her as she went to work, his mind still aware of what she did, and shared her pleasure with each emotion brought to surface by Tesa's actions. Hopefully she would feel the same too. Jessoin reached out in the Force to find the most populated area of the security level. He sensed many a being crammed into a mess hall of sorts deeper into the level. It was perfect. Once this level was cleared, the station would have no chance at retaliation. Jessoin just had to be sure to lay another blade trap like on the evac level.
His boots clomped within the hall as he walked. It was clear that it was a meal time, from the lack of people he met in the hall. Those few they met at the entrance must have been the token group during this hour. Which meant a sizable group would be at his destination. Plenty of souls to be snuffed by his hand. Jess would pick up his humming of the Republic Anthem as his stride lead him closer and closer. He finally reached his destination, and hit the door switch to be let in. As Jess entered, many people looked his way, but none reacted. Just another new guy to them apparently. Jessoin looked over the crowd, nearly fifty sentients by his guess.
Jessoin sent a wave of the Force out to Tesa. A simple message, one not forced but offered. This is for you, precious... Jess smiled and removed his Apex from its holster. He casually pointed the weapon at the door panel and pulled the trigger. A three round burst would fry the panel, and lock the room down. Jessoin turned back to the group in time for most of them to start moving to their feet to see what was going on, some grabbed their weapons. Many yelled and cursed, none had a clue what was about to happen. He raised his hand and ushered for the crowd to relax. Confused gazes met Jess, and some guards actually lowered their weapons. Once the murmuring was at a low point, Jessoin spoke.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen! I am happy to announce, that you are all about to perish!"
And with that Jess growled happily, pointed the Apex at the face of a Nikto, and pulled the trigger. Immediately the room's energy changed. Weapons were shouldered and vibroblades branded. Jess grinned and flicked his free hand to toss a barrier up with the Force. He smiled around at the crowd as their weapons discharged, to do nothing but dissipate in mid air. It was then that Jessoin launched into the crowd with a dart, his free hand pushed mightily forward to send a massive wave of the Force out. Tables, chairs, and people were sent hurtling end over end. Weapons accidentally discharged and blades sliced their owners flesh in the chaos. Fear instantly spiked into the air as some realized what they were dealing with.
"Jedi!"
Screamed several of the guards, and Jessoin laughed openly at this. How amazing! They assumed Jedi! Oh how he loved it when ignorance took hold. The Republic saw Jedi as their saviors, and for these people to think one was the harbinger of their deaths... it was simply mesmerizing how much fear, betrayal and pain bubbled out into the Force from them. Jess fed on these emotions and did not relent. He would dip and dodge attacks as shields were thrown up to protect him from blasters. His own pistol would chatter angrily as it launched round after round, which pumped plasma into the crowd. That was all the guards were now, a large, unorganized, fearful target. Magnificent.
After a few moments, Jess stood across from the remain dozen guards. These seemed to be the toughest group. They brandished clearly custom weapons, and obviously knew how to use them. Jessoin holstered his pistol and raised his hands in apology, feigning surrender. When a Rodian stepped forward and brandish a set of cuffs, the Zelosian struck. He barked a sharp laugh and thrust both hands forward as purple lightning arced out. It punched a hole clear through the Rodian, but Jess did not relent as the lightning shocked and seared the others. He drank in their dying emotions, despair, fear, hatred. They only further powered his ability to cause them pain. And Jessoin did not relent until each life was snuffed, which left only smoldering corpses.
Jessoin held his arms up as the lightning shorted out around him, and closed his eyes as the Darkside washed into him, feeding his rampage. He began to laugh, how he did love his job. It was then that he heard the click on his comm, and turned his eyes to the door. Seemed he was needed. A knowing grin would touch his lips. She was warming up to him it seemed. All it took was a little mayhem and murder to loosen her up...
He waved his hand at the locked door, and with a great squeal it crumpled and flew from it's hinges. His long stride lead him out, with the aid of the Force Jess would propel himself back down the hall with blinding speed. He turned the corner just as Tesa spoke. Jessoin grinned and let lose a bolt of lightning that would strike the small guard in the back. He shook as the electricity shocked him, and collapsed, not dead, but immobile and twitching.
"No, not just you, precious..."
Jess responded with a grin as he stepped forward right over the guard. He walked right up to Tesa and reached out to brush a wayward strand of her hair from her face to tuck it behind her left ear. His shirt would be slightly dampened from sweat, and his eyes would shine with murderous glee as the Force quaked around them, marked from all the death that had happened. Jessoin grinned wider at the thought of how much worse it would get, how much more power they would absorb from the genocide. Everything was turning out just as planned. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head before speaking.
"So, T, where to next? What else shall I do for you?"
As he spoke, his hand that had just brushed the hair from her face balled into a fist, and a wet crunch sounded from behind Jessoin. The guard's head was now a crumpled mass of pulp. Yet another death to add to the pile. Yet another soul lost to the void. Yet another offering given to Tesa. Jess hoped she appreciated what he did for her.
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Post by Squee on Nov 29, 2012 20:54:34 GMT -5
When the bolt of lightning buried into the guard, Tesa’s spine streaked in shivers. Instantaneous pain. Confusion. Fear of the unknown. The guard’s new wave of fear soaked into her, continuing to fill her constantly empty reservoir. It was purely satisfying.
Without the immediate threat, Tesa took a moment to assess the emotions in the Force. So... many voids made her senses feel black and bleak. Yet so many of those voids were still shrieking with the dread they’d felt in their final moments. The guard on the ground, however, was more prominent and attractive than the little collections of empty souls.
Tesa attached herself to the guard, feeding off of his exponentially growing apprehension… and the strange sense of honor he was feeling. He wasn’t the warrior type, but he was mighty proud of something. What do you know that I don’t?. She burrowed a little deeper in his weakened mind to solidify her presence. Until she touched him, there wasn’t much more she could do, and she really just wanted to bask in his fear a moment longer.
"No, not just you, precious..."
By the stars, I hate that nickname. Amid enjoying the fear and relaxing in her pleasure, irritation flowered in her chest. However, wading through the pool of fear was much easier than feeling aggravated at Jessoin, so she let it slip away. “You made quite a ruckus,” she commented in return. She was, of course, referring to the big explosion of fear before he so quickly silenced if all. “Next time-“
Fingers swished across her cheekbone as he pushed her wild strand of hair behind her ear. Tesa’s bright sandy eyes flew open, glowing with the hot flash of new rage scorching up from the pit of her stomach. How dare he touch her again! Had she not made herself clear in how he was supposed to conduct himself toward her? Seemed telling him to keep his sliminess contained was not enough.
Tesa saw his hand fist. “No don’t!“ she managed out, lashing her own hand forward to grab his, even though she knew it was too late. There was that sickening crunch, and Tesa’s attachment severed violently. Her hand smacked to her forehead, and nails digging into her skin as pain pierced through her mind, front to back. Her mouth hung open silently and her lungs refused to work. She steadied herself with a hand on the wall. The pain began to dissolve, though a deep throbbing was left behind. As it receded, rage bubbled and overflowed throughout her body.
“What… else can you do…?” she growled between her teeth. Smoothly, Tesa swung upward, hand flying off the wall and cracking across Jessoin’s face. Her hand stung, distracting from her head pain. “You can bring him back to bloody life! Oh wait! You fracking can’t! He knew something, damn you! Men don’t usually face their death with pride unless they’re these stupid, fracking warriors of some kind.” She snarled. “And you can STOP. TOUCHING. ME!”
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Post by Dutch on Dec 2, 2012 3:02:46 GMT -5
"Well that was unexpected..."
Jessoin remarked as Tesa grabbed her forehead and toppled nearly over. His bright green eyes followed her as she grasped the wall and gasped in agony. Apparently she had been linked to the guard as Jess snuffed his existence. Figured of course, women were always so nosy. Literally delved into the minds of men when they were capable. As Tesa did now. He watched as she suffered her punishment for intruding within the now dead guard's mind, his eyes roamed her body as she did. Her pain was exquisite, and he could feel a warm flush go throughout his body at the feeling of it. Something new for him still, something taught by Renata herself. To experience pain was to truly hear the body, one of two important sensations that revealed just who a person was... pleasure, or pain. To experience one, you had to experience the other...
Before he could continue with that train of thought, Tesa sent a vicious open handed attack out. It clapped loudly through the hall and jerked Jessoin's entire head to the right with a snap. The cheek she slapped would be a shade greener than the rest of his face, his green blood rose to the surface in response. Her words were as sharp as her slap, and there was conviction in both. Silly girl. Those wicked green eyes of his would turn first to lock onto Tesa's. His whole head would follow suit, it turned slowly to face Tesa directly, his eyes never leaving hers.
With a quick burst of the Force Jess' hand would shoot upwards. Cold, icy fingers would wrap around her smooth, warm neck and Jessoin wrenched his arm violently, still clung to Tesa. He would push and slam Tesa up against the wall she was just bracing herself with. Jessoin closed his hand tighter and moved in close, his nose just barely touching hers as he invaded her personal space. His breath was ragged and his presence in the Force would radiate with savage anticipation as he held Tesa. Jess eyed Tesa up and down some more, his grip unwavering, but not tightening. He snarled his response after a moment, once more he pushed Tesa against the wall.
"I do what I please, woman. Nobody tells me what to do..."
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Post by Squee on Dec 2, 2012 5:19:43 GMT -5
His hand is cold. It was an odd thought to have as her breath came out in a surprised choke. She hadn’t seen this coming. Maybe an angry Force push, or even an attempt to retaliate with a backhand. The moment she’d slapped him, Tesa had known there would be some sort of consequence.
Her back and head hit the wall. She somehow managed to maintain her held breath. One of her hands clamped down on his wrist as his grip tightened, her eyes shutting to concentrate. Her lungs felt stuck, and Tesa made a sort of gulping noise as her body instinctively tried to breathe. I’m going to have to cover a bruise.
There was a little flare of panic. Tesa wasn’t going to let Jessoin have it. She pulled it back to herself, feeding it into the Force for her own personal use. Fighting against the reactions of her body, she sunk her mind. Rational thought slipped away. It had no purpose now.
There was one great thing about this, however. He had willing established and physical link between them.
She could feel Jessoin’s breath and his nose brushing against hers. A burning, not unlike the feeling of her lungs vying for air, nestled within her. Touching me again. In my personal space. I have not said he could. The thoughts continued and her anger grew bit by bit. She folded it back into the Force, continuing to build her cushion of power.
Her hand squeezed firmly around his wrist, and she opened her eyes, brimming more brightly yellow than sandy. He was snarling then, ”I do what I please, woman. Nobody tells me what to do..." The arrogance, the statement, the implication… it punctured through Tesa. It fanned her anger and threw a match on the pile of hatred she found she had for this man.
One slow, crazy grin crawled onto Tesa’s lips. Her chest convulsed a couple of times in what would have been a laugh could she breathe. Her free hand found itself on the back of Jessoin’s head. She pulled him closer so that their foreheads and noses were pressed firmly together. She extended herself through her forehead, tendrils snaking around his head.
Is that so? While Tesa wasn’t very good at sending words, maybe every few would make it through, Tesa knew how to pass along her emotions. Her smugness. Her unwavering position. She would not back down. Would not roll over. Would not let him press upon her like this.
Her presence rolled from her, rising to bat up against Jessoin’s in a fight for dominance. I can feel your rage, now. I’m touching you… She swarmed across his mind, letting him know she was there. Intimately. You were so easy to push into. Makes me wonder how often you've been toyed with. However, like me right now, you have no RIGHT, she roared into his mind, bearing down her own rage. Her hand lifted off his wrist and instead pressed against his chest. There she focused the Force, preparing a concentrated concussive blast. It swelled just under her fingertips, building swiftly until it would burst…
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Post by Dutch on Dec 9, 2012 22:34:08 GMT -5
As Tesa attempted to inhale and struggle, Jessoin felt his pulse race with delight at her struggle. She felt so... small just then, so light in the palm of his hand. Like he could simply have his way with her, and there would be nothing and no one to stop him. His arrogance wafted like a heady perfume within the Force, overbearing and proud. For a brief second he felt a spike of panic shoot from Tesa, and his snarl turned into a gleeful sneer as she quickly shut it down. But he still felt it, and it emboldened him further. She might not be projecting her emotions, but Jessoin still knew them.
His eyes darted to her hand as it grabbed his wrist, and they narrowed slightly as Tesa grinned wickedly. When her hand wove into the back of his head, he almost snarled and stepped forward too, their bodies now pressed together as well as their faces. His skin would flush green in primal instinct and he growled under his breath. Seems someone likes it rough... thought the Zelosian. Jess' free hand moved to Tesa's hip and he grabbed the side of it hungrily, his thumb pressed just next to her hip bone. He nearly released his grip on her throat. Nearly.
"Schutta!"
Jessoin spat angrily as he felt an fiery presence crash through his mind. Her words rang crystal clear and coursed into his thoughts and emotions. She had a hold on his very brain. His teeth gritted and his left eye would squint in exertion as he tried his hardest to push her out, as Renata had instructed. But the woman had more mental training than him, and it was obvious. Wouldn't have been the first time someone would use that weakness against him. And he'd be damned if this was the last.
"Many have toyed precious, all now dead. Except one..."
Hissed him verbally in response to what she sent into the Force, a vein would be clearly visible near his right temple and his left eye slid closed in agony as he felt his presence poisoned by Tesa's thoughts. His hand would close tighter onto her neck and he growled with exertion, the mere process of sending commands to his limbs was getting more and more difficult as his mind seared and was flayed by the young woman. He did not even notice what she was doing as he hand then rested upon his chest, but she would be able to feel his heart race under the sweat-soaked cloth of his disguise.
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Post by Squee on Dec 9, 2012 23:49:11 GMT -5
“Only one? Oh dearie me.” She wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer; her body wasn’t used to being oxygen deprived. “I’m sure you want to tell me all about it. But that will have to wait for another time.” Tesa pulled her tendrils from his mind, the distraction served well. Her grin tugged a little wider. The Force was gathered in the palm of her hand, pretty much humming with energy.
She released the concussive blast, shoving it into his chest. Tesa stumbled forward a little as his hand was yanked off her neck. Her body shuddered as she took in a deep breath, filling her lungs with renewal. Her eyes danced with black spots. Her limbs felt momentarily weak. But the Force brimmed with life about her and she drew that in. Tesa shot energy through her body, compelling it to function properly.
She wasn’t done with Jessoin yet.
Her hand snatched at the air with claw-shaped fingers, pushing him against the wall with the Force. “I don’t WANT to control you!” Tesa grabbed the front of his uniform, twisting it angrily. Her face shoved up into his once more, matching him eye to eye. “But if you THINK you can superimpose yourself upon me…” Her palm pressed against his cheek. Her first two fingers dug against his temple as she easily surged back into his mind. “I WILL hurt you. I WILL control you.” Delving into the signals of his mind, Tesa stimulated his pain receptors to mimic the feeling of an animal’s claws.
Her presence swelled with rage, engulfing the space around them. Yet as she felt Jessoin’s pain, pride and pleasure mingled with that rage. But it wasn’t enough to pay him back for his enraging implication. Not yet.
A whim blossomed in her head, and the Force funneled to her arms and hands at her wishful bidding. She detached herself from Jessoin’s mind again. Taking a step back, Tesa engaged the Force and hurled Jessoin down the hall.
“I WILL NOT let you.” Her breathing was erratic by now, her words all shouts and howls. She used the Force to grasp the dead guard’s body, the one whose head Jessoin had crushed. With a massive tug, she sent that after Jessoin. I hope the gore makes you squirm. “You are not worthy,” she stressed the word with a long growl.
She found herself advancing again, seething with the Force. “I’ll be damned if I let you have your way. If I let go of my control of me.” She halted though, for some reason, and simply screamed, “SO. STOP. TOUCHING. ME!” Don’t hit him with this blast. She twisted and sent a wave of the Force into the wall, buckling it and puncturing a hole. With it went segments of her rage, as slivers of rational thought began to creep up in her mind once more.
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Post by Dutch on Dec 19, 2012 23:15:47 GMT -5
"Curse you..."
Jessoin growled as Tesa's venomous words echoed into his cerebellum. She finally removed herself from his brain and the shock of sudden emptiness stunned the man, but as his eyes drooped down he noticed what she was doing. Before he could even speak her burst was let loose. He cried out and was tossed backward, his limbs trailed his torso as his form was thrown. With a solid thud he smacked into the opposite wall and his vision twinkled as the back of his head cracked against it as well. He hissed hoarsely and cradled his skull with both hands, eyes scrunched up in dizziness and pain. Jess was only half aware when suddenly he was shoved violently up against the wall, his arms pinned as Tesa moved on him.
"LIES!"
He spat as she got in his face. His reward was a light touch followed by fiery raking pain across his body. Jess snarled in anger and his eyes would transition from acid green to gold as he clenched his jaw to stifle more screams. His eyes would narrow as he saw a thought play across her face, and swore before suddenly being tossed head over heels down the hall. The Zelosian couldn't tell which way was up as Tesa advanced and continued her tirade. He landed with a slide just in time to throw both arms up to project a barrier as the dead guard flew at him, and splattered across the invisible wall before Jessoin.
The man let his barrier drop and wrinkled his nose at the slop that fell to the ground, a ground up mixture of bones, organs and bile. He stood and sent a wave of the Force out himself to clear the gore from in front of him, which created a path for the Zelosian to walk. Jess approached Tesa as she used the Force to punch a hole in a wall. He stopped before her, his breath labored and his clothes a mess.
"Alright T, I understand. Now are you quite finished? I have a city to tear from the sky..."
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The Keeper
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I am Deception, and I defy your holiest moralities.
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Dec 30, 2012 5:55:37 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Dec 30, 2012 5:55:37 GMT -5
“Yes,” she answered with a snarl. “I am.” Tesa threw back her shoulders as she drew in air through her nose. Her presence backed off in the Force, becoming less imposing, though it continued to dominate her immediate space. Rage drip-dropped from her slowly, rationality returning now that the danger had passed. She needed to be in control for the sake of the mission.
“Fix your uniform.” Tesa took a moment to straighten hers out as well. She tucked stray hair back into her bun too. “And let’s find the lift. You can smash freely without worry now, unless we run into some trouble.” Turning around completely, though with a quick, warning glance over her shoulder, Tesa started back down the halls.
Her teeth were grinding as she walked. She despised losing control like that, hated feeling at the mercy of her own emotions. Being wild and ballistic irritated her. The fact Jessoin had managed to get that rise out of her annoyed her all the more. However, his blatant arrogance and ambition for dominance, particularly over her, enraged her very core. Then again, was this what he wanted? Was he poking at her to see what direction he could push her into?
Sure, he was getting a rise out of her, but she doubted he wanted his mind torn to ribbons. Her thumb and forefinger stroked the folded collar of her uniform. It probably wouldn’t matter whether she drew it up or not; the red marks were on the front of her throat. Damn the man. He’d learned, though, she was sure.
A bell rang to announce the lift’s presence. Tesa’s arm shot back and planted itself in Jessoin’s chest. Stay back, she sent through the Force. It was easier to send messages to him now; his presence was incredibly familiar within her senses. Tesa didn’t know if she liked that or not.
There was rattling and the sound of boots, clacking and very stoic voices calling out what they saw. Clear. Body left. Body center. Surprise rippled through her and her curious mind raced through the possibilities of a response team being present on the scene. That scrawny guard. That’s what he was so proud about.
Surprise flared into panic as she heard the squad leader call out to clear every room. Tesa whipped back and, with a mix of gentleness and urgency, shoved Jessoin further down the hall. Backtracking at a skipping walk, Tesa opened a door quickly with the Force’s influence and dragged Jessoin in. As the door shut, she turned to him sharply:
“You can’t kill them, so don’t complain and don’t try it. They’re relaying information back to superiors, and you can bet that if those superiors don’t hear from them every thirty seconds, we sign our death warrants.
“But they’ll be checking every room…” The door’s panel came off with a Force tug. Though Tesa knew it wouldn’t stop them, she triggered the door’s emergency lock seal to gain them a little more time. The Republic soldiers would have to do a little more digging to open this room.
“Think, think, think.” Her nerves will still sparking at frayed ends from her little fight with Jessoin. Jittery excitement was attached to every word. Was she talking for her sake, or for Jessoin’s? “We need out of here. We need out of here without suspicion, with complete permission or be escorted off scene. We need a reason… A reason we’re locked in, a reason we have no idea what happened…”
One excuse popped into mind, but Tesa denounced it immediately. No. No way. I can think of something better. … … … Time is running short. Why else would a man and woman be locked inside a conference room? What else makes sense? Certainly nothing else that might be a legitimate excuse for not hearing the sounds of murder.
Tesa groaned out loud and her hands clasped either side of her head, stressed and frustrated. Could she pull this off? … Most definitely and without a doubt. Could Jessoin? She hadn’t the faintest of clues, but she was about to find out. Of course this would happen and she’d be forced to take back her words.
“Jessoin.” Tesa release the clip that kept her hair bound tightly. “Do you remember what I said about touching me?” She tossed her bag next to the door before swiftly unbuttoning the top half of her uniform, revealing a thin-strap undershirt. Shrugging the button-up off, Tesa took a few paces from the door and dropped the top in a heap.
“I need you to forget that.” He voice suddenly fluctuated with sultry emphasis. Her footsteps were careful as she approached him, deft fingers plucking at the front of his uniform. “Because I am about to kiss you…” her words paused long enough for her face to near his. “And I really need you… to like it.”
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Dutch
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Dec 30, 2012 7:06:57 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Dec 30, 2012 7:06:57 GMT -5
Jessoin felt his body loosen up as Tesa pulled her presence back. He turned his head left then right to crack it, the pops quite audible. The man could help but smile as he felt her hatred seep off her form, the raw emotion bittersweet in the Force. Jess inhaled her anger through the Force, just as Renata had instructed- use those around you, in any way possible, especially if there was nothing they could do to resist it. A wise teacher, for being so young. Oh how Jessoin looked forward to gutting her like a fish. One day.
He followed her and sighed with feigned depression. His long fingered hands would brush his hair back to lay sleek again. A slight grimace would touch his face as he brought his hands down to see red blood on them. Red blood, so weird, no wonder each human looked so pink. But you know you love how it contrasts with your skin... He laughed to himself as his head tilted to stare at Tesa's behind. Jess would tuck in his shirt better, and pat it down. It had blood stains all over it, but he could easily lie that away as he got hit when his friends were killed. Or something.
"You know, smashing is just too... How would Makura say it... pedestrian. Sounds too brutish and unrefined. I like to think I show more style than that."
His eyes would flash with caution when he heard the lift chime and Tesa's warning wave. He was surprised at how quick it hit him, how easily she had slipped into his presence. Yet he barely felt a fight in it, had she done something to his mind? Something permanent? A flair of anger began to bubble up. His hand would draw his pistol while the other clenched into a fist as sparks of lightning would dance up and down it. He stood and protested her push at first but began to back pedal with her push.
"What are you doing T? I can take a bunch of Republic dogs, just get out of my way and I will make them weep!"
He was quickly shut up when she suddenly pulled open a door and tugged him into it. Jessoin would turn back to leave again when she slammed the door and rounded on him. His eyes narrowed indignantly at her words, but a wave of acceptance was released. He hated to admit it, but the woman was right. Jess knew he could take a squad of commandos, but an army of them? Probably not. He let out an exasperated sigh and looked away from Tesa to fiddle with the settings on his Apex.
"Think all you want T, they're going to find us, and we're going to have to fight our way out. Just watch my back, and I'll destroy them for you."
Jess nearly sang the last few words, and holstered the pistol to crack his knuckles. A good blast of lightning would stop them, at least shock them. Jessoin snickered at his own joke when Tesa suddenly said his name. His eyes would narrow as she let her hair loose. It framed her face quite nicely, and softened the woman's features, making her look more her age than the stern countenance she had mere seconds ago. In response to her question he held up one finger and wagged it side to side and mouthed the word 'No' silently with a slight smile.
His hand would fall though as Tesa began to unbutton her blouse and walk towards him, like a cat stalking her prey. He would lift an eyebrow in a mixture of arousal and suspicion- something Jess seemed to feel more and more among the Sith. Jessoin couldn't help but feel his skin flush and his pulse increase. It would race even more as she began to pluck at his shirt. Her words were like honey, heady and sweet. Words his mind were all too willing to hear. All suspicion was wiped away and a coy smile would play upon his lips.
Jessoin grabbed the front collar part of his shirt with both hands and tore aggressively, the buttons would pop off and Jess shrugged off the bloody shirt. A soft laugh would dance from him as he reached down and in one swift motion lifted Tesa by her rear to make her straddle his waist and spin to press her passionately against the wall. He pushed with his hips to hold her up and his hands would move across her abdomen to slide under the shirt.
"Precious... you know you've been wanting it..."
He whispered huskily, lust heavy in his tone. Jessoin leaned in hungrily and growled in need. His hands would lift her shirt and pull her body closer, the heat of it only made him kiss her more passionately. Jess would reach down with one hand to greedily grab a handful of her rear as the other slid to the small of her back to move upwards across her back. A whisper in the Force would be let out from him as he parted from the kiss to nuzzle her face aside to gain access to Tesa's neck, which he began to kiss and nibble at sensually.
You know you need it...
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Squee
The Keeper
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Dec 30, 2012 22:31:53 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Dec 30, 2012 22:31:53 GMT -5
If Tesa had known he was going to rip the shirt, she might have mitigated that a bit. Two naughty security officers sneaking off during lunch break for a quick moment in the conference room would avoid ripping clothes. She hoped. Dammit, Jessoin.
No. No time to be aggravated. Go along with it. Her hands pawed and pushed at the sleeves of his shirt. Her lips attached to his possessively, her kiss driven by the sudden need she exuded. His shirt fell free, and a hand grasped the back of his neck. The other buried itself into his hair to start mussing it up.
Hands found their way to her rear. In a quick battle of protest and pride, Tesa slipped into pride. She had a nice butt, if she said so herself. A smirk found its way to her lips, and it widened a bit when she heard his laugh. She was lifted. Her legs wrapped and hooked firmly around his waist. Tesa clung to him as he spun and trapped her against the wall, leaning intimately into her.
That… escalated quickly.
"Precious...” Her heart spiked and she swallowed hard. Keep your head together. Don’t really enjoy yourself. Unfortunately, her increased breathing pattern wasn’t going to cooperate. “…You know you've been wanting it..." Her nails scraped gently against his bare shoulders and a familiar wicked grin fixated on her face.
“Maybe.” What are you doing?! Her skin flushed at his growl and she all too willingly receptive to his passionate kiss as her body bowed under the direction of his hand. This was not acting, part of her realized; he was incredibly responsive to this. His nose pushed her face to the side. Tesa’s eyes locked on the door, suddenly very concerned about how long it would take for the commandos to break it down.
The warmth of his lips and breath was luring her back to sensations, however. Her arms wound about his neck, shoulders, and head, hands splayed in his hair and shoulder. A murmur sounded in the Force, emitted from him. With his proximity and his swarming presence, he might as well have whispered it in her ear. You know you need it.
Tesa laughed lightly as her hands slid to either side of his face and forced his gaze up to meet hers. “And you’re just so generous, is that it?” she purred. Her presence wormed into his mind as she placed her lips back over his. Tesa lingered, nonthreatening and gentle, as she poured information through their link: her pulse, the heat of his body, leaking thoughts of nibbling at his ear before actually following through…
You behave like you need it too…
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Jan 2, 2013 23:48:22 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Jan 2, 2013 23:48:22 GMT -5
"Well T, the general census I've heard, is yes... I am quite giving..."
Jessoin responded, his voice husky with need. His eyes gleamed hungrily as Tesa and him looked at one another. He gasped lightly as Tesa let herself into his mind. Not overly forceful, but it was still all Jess could do to keep her out. The sensations they shared through the temporary bond Tesa established were sinfully satisfying indeed. His wiry arms would cling the woman to his body harder as she nibbled at his ear. A light groan would escape his lips and his hands would slide down her warm skin to her abdomen, where he hungrily undid the fly of her pants and tugged them down aggressively. Her words echoed through his mind and he laughed in response. With a whirl he spun Tesa away from the wall to plop her down onto the conference table.
"What can I say? I've wanted this since you first told me to stop touching you... now look at us!"
He purred with excitement. Jessoin stepped forward and tugged the rest of her pants down in earnest. The Zelosian stepped between Tesa's legs and his hands found her back and waist to pull the woman against his body. Once more his lips locked with hers and he sighed in satisfaction. One hand would wind through her hair to cradle the back of Tesa's neck, while the other slid one of the straps of her tank top past her shoulder. Jessoin would part from the kiss to slide his lips down her neck, a trail of hungry kisses would lead to the base of Tesa's neck where he bit in passion.
"Ever been with a Zelosian before? I've been told our taste is simply divine... I must admit, I've never had one myself... but I do enjoy how salty and sweet you base humans are..."
His lips would trace down Tesa's collarbone as those sugared words dripped from his tongue. Jess moved across her neck to the other collarbone, his tongue and lips never ceased to grace her supple skin. All he could sense was Tesa, her physical sensations and her presence in the Force. What he found most entertaining, was the almost competitive nature of their little moment of intimacy. Her attraction and lust weren't a surprise to the man, why would it? If there was one thing Jessoin noticed, it was when a woman was wanting.
And Tesa was positively panting with desire. Her soft breaths complimented his own sharp inhales of passion elegantly.
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The Keeper
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Jan 21, 2013 2:15:02 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Jan 21, 2013 2:15:02 GMT -5
When he gave a stiff resistance to her gentle mind invasion, Tesa withdrew without a fight. The nibble at his ear, however, turned into a brief suck. Lips and teeth released his ear when she felt his hands at the waist of her pants, undoing the button there. Though her nails pressed against his skin and her fingers fisted his dark hair, she threw the door another glance.
This is getting a little out of hand… Her pants were tugged down some with hearty pull. Jessoin’s laugh rumbled in her ear as his chest drummed against hers.
Jess turned suddenly, Tesa clinging to him in toe. She unwound from his body when she felt the table beneath her, her legs sliding slowly over his hips. That twisted smile curled her lips in response to Jessoin’s little confession about wanting her. Hands curled around the edge of the conference table as Tesa yanked her legs free over her uniform pants eagerly. I need those commandos… soon.
When he stepped forward, Tesa rolled her body into his, and hoped her gaze displayed her body’s desire. For a plant, you’re quite warm. A leg slid sensually up and down his as they locked lips. By the Force, you’re a good kisser. Tesa offered no qualms as he touched his lips back to her neck. She hummed pleasantly until he bit her, which resulted with a sudden, surprised cry but resolved into quick pants.
WHERE ARE THE COMMANDOS?
"Ever been with a Zelosian before? I've been told our taste is simply divine... I must admit, I've never had one myself... but I do enjoy how salty and sweet you base humans are..."
“No, actually…” she murmured, voice heavy and purring. “And I am much more than just a human…”Tesa found herself biting down on her lip as his tongue teased her collarbone. Her head rolled lazily from one side to another in Jessoin’s palm.
Once more, she released her mind toward his, connecting their sensations. Tesa groaned as his feelings rushed through her, an… unfortunate? side effect of link. They were quite delicious, however, addicting, even, much like fear, and Tesa knew she wouldn’t be able to maintain the link without completely giving in. She still had some resemblance of control, but Jessoin was definitely alluring in this state.
The banging startled her. Tesa withdrew her mind from Jessoin’s swiftly, but without harming him. There they are.. Immediately, Tesa’s legs snapped around Jessoin’s, binding him against her body. Her hands grabbed his wrists and jerked his hands onto the table, pinning them there as she leaned her weight onto them. Tesa pressed a passionate, tongue-pushing kiss onto Jessoin, covering her mind invasion with the distraction.
Don’t. Attack. Hold back. Tesa’s legs dropped from around Jess, but her arms wrapped desperately around Jessoin’s shoulders. Tesa was both bracing to cover herself from the intruders and attempting to control Jessoin’s center of gravity as best she could.
The door busted open. The first two commandos came launching in and Tesa babbled a few quick profanities, embarrassment creeping through her composure. Her face buried against Jessoin, working up the blush she needed to pull this off. It wasn't too hard; she was without pants. She could feel his ire rising expotentially. Don’t you dare attack. Control yourself…
“Hands! Hands! Step away from the young lady, sir!”
Control, Jessoin!
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