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Jan 24, 2013 3:16:57 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Jan 24, 2013 3:16:57 GMT -5
Jessoin's entire body shuddered and he gasped as Tesa once more connected their minds. Through the bond shivers raised across his skin at Tesa's pleasure. It only made him kiss the woman more eagerly and his hands would slide down her back to trace fingers across her rear and legs. He began to undo his own pants when Tesa suddenly pulled their bond away.
"W-what?"
He could barely stammer before she locked her lips with him and tugged the Zelosian on top of her. The man could not help but growl in a mixture of hunger and anger, which only made his return kiss more passionate and a bit aggressive. His mind was cloudy with desire, it barely registered the banging of the commandos outside. It was like his body moved on its own while his mind waged war against itself. One side desired to maim the intruders, the other desired the woman that mewled hungrily for him.
I'm trying!
Jess spat back mentally with an aggressive tug at Tesa's body to ram himself against her in response. He cursed the intruders, so close and yet so impossible in mere moments. All he could do was push those frustrations into what he did to Tesa, a bite of her lower lip followed by a grab at her hips, his thumb pressed into her hip bone. The man ground his hips into hers just as the door blasted open, and as Tesa babbled and rolled away Jess spat several curses. He fought to keep his pants off and flipped a rude gesture at the commandos as they barked orders along with Tesa.
Silence woman!
He shot back with a quick glare at her. The glare lingered into a quick scan of the mostly nude Tesa and he spat a curse again. With an annoyed sigh he raised his hands as commanded. His pants fell right to the ground and Jessoin smiled forcefully. He laughed lightly, though in strain and looked from Tesa to the commandos.
"You know gentlemen, it's quite rude for a man to hang root in front of a lady like this... could I at least put my trousers on?"
Jessoin said with a light laugh. The man had no shame after all, be it from his very nature or through the conditioning of former masters. It was often a useful tool in many situations. When you took away self doubt, you took away many people's most useful weapon against you. And as Jessoin stood there now buck-nude with a smile on his face and his hands up, it was clear that the man had no shame at all.
And it made him laugh.
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Feb 10, 2013 21:08:41 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Feb 10, 2013 21:08:41 GMT -5
Tesa’s face and neck was raging red with blush. It had begun under Jessoin’s attention, more still from her forcing it on, but was completed when Jessoin’s trousers fell right to his feet. She jerked, startled, and resisted the urge to cover her face with her hands. The commandos wouldn’t hesitate to shoot if she did something without their say-so.
“Pants up, sir,” said the solider at point. “Ma’am, would you stand please.”
Not a move nor a word, Tesa sent to Jessoin as she carefully slid off the table. A soldier came up and ran his hand professionally around her midsection, checking for weapons underneath her last bit of clothing.
“Names?”
“Vanessa Rowling. M-my tags is in the pocket of my um… my pants right here. This is my assistant, Garon Whiddle.” Tesa grinned mentally to herself for her on-the-spot cleverness and waited to see if Jessoin would send a look her way. Jessoin had no tags besides a guest pass, but Tesa did, and therefore could make up any name for him she wanted to.
The commando looked satisfied with her tags, but gave them to another to call in with the door security. “Business,” he demanded next.
“Checking security on board the ship. We’re not local, but we did have clearance on board.” Her trousers were handed to her to take, and Tesa stepped into them, thankful to cover her goosebumps. Jessoin’s skin had been hot when he’d pressed against her, and for those minutes, it had been heat that had clothed her. However, standing there in her underwear, the straps of her top over her shoulders, her tank top barely clinging to her as it was, and the heat gone, Tesa felt very exposed indeed.
“There are no cameras in this room.”
Tesa cleared her throat. “That was… exactly the point, sir. There are no cameras in here… no watching eyes but ours. We were checking for cameras to test and there just… there weren’t any. So… ”
“The controls are broken.”
“I hit it with my knee,” Tesa explained quickly, projecting a little bit of Force influence behind her words. The control had been ripped outward, not squashed inward.
“How did you plan to get out?”
“Sir, I’m security. I carry spikes with me at all times.” Her explanation was hasty, and she wasn’t all that sure he was convinced. The man could not, however, argue the intentions of the panting lady and a man who dropped his pants to follow orders.
The soldier who went to check their clearance returned. “They were allowed in, sir.”
“You may lower your hands now. Were you aware of what was happening outside this door and beyond these walls?”
Tesa pushed her straps onto her shoulders. “Have you ever wanted a jist so bad that you’re not aware of your surroundings, sir?” She was met with silence, and inwardly, the Cheshire cat grin bloomed.
“A massacre has happened on this floor, and I would count yourselves lucky to be alive. Your hijinks and shrug of duty have saved your lives. These men will escort you to the turbolift. Please evacuate the station.”
The soldier left the room to report his discoveries. Tesa picked up her blouse and her bag as she walked toward the door. A commando walked in front and behind her and Jessoin as they stepped over bodies of Jessoin’s handiwork and then waited for the lift. Tesa was gently prodded in along with Jessoin and they were instructed to select the evacuation level. Tesa struck a random button and thanked the soldiers as the doors closed in front of them.
Tesa burst out in a fit of laughter, and fell against the back of the elevator with her hands on her face. Each merry sound coming straight from her belly. Her nerves were haywire, making her slightly twitchy but she was positively tickled with joy.
“Oh frack,” she giggled, running hands down her face. “I can’t believe that woooooooorked. That worked.” That large smile was plastered to her face as she circled a pointing finger at Jessoin. “I told you we needn’t kill them. That I could get us out of there. We’ll have to kill them anyway, you said! Ha! I win! I claim that as my victory!”
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Feb 10, 2013 22:32:37 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Feb 10, 2013 22:32:37 GMT -5
"I thought you'd never ask."
Jessoin said with grin still in place. He bent low and picked them up manually to slide them up and buckle them once more. The clasps on his belt clinked as his has worked, and his eyes once more slid over to Tesa. They paused at her rear just as she sent him a message through the Force. He stifled a laugh as he responded. I can't guarantee both will move... Jess winked at her and grinned wickedly just as the trooper asked a question he simply did not expect. What was his name? He blinked a couple times, his muddled mind simply unable to think of an alias. Jess never had to, on any other mission, when someone asked his name he kindly responded by decapitating them. He was just about to come up with something trite and snarky when Tesa answered for him.
Once more he blinked twice in a row before he turned his head to look at Tesa. It took a fight, but he kept his expression casual even if that lustful glint still glittered in his eyes. She handed the tags to the commandos and nearly respond with 'None of yours' when he asked of their business. It was a good thing Tesa seemed to be on the ball, even if it wasn't the one he desired. Damn... He thought as Tesa began to get dressed again. So. Close. Jess clenched his teeth in a mixture of frustration and need. He knew one thing: One day, Tesa's treasure would be his.
He felt her presence wash out in the Force as she subtly altered his ways of thinking. A rise of hatred flared up in him, and for a moment he nearly backhanded Tesa. Did she do this on purpose? To taunt him or worse yet, remind him of her telepathic prowess? He fought against the desire to shudder at the thought of her previous mental torture. Such a womanly trick, too many had used it against it. Hopefully Renata would follow through with her promise to teach him more in that school, or else doom the Zelosian to being open to it. His thoughts would return to reality as they were cleared and told to stand at ease. At least his arms relaxed. Jess crossed his arms over his still bare chest for a second before he reached up with a hand to smooth his hair back, as it had been quite ruffled from Tesa's pawing at him. If they had just waited longer...
"I can promise you, had you not stormed in, I doubt either of us would know of anything going on elsewhere for some time..."
Jess replied with a wink and a sneer, a combination of suave and salty. Despite his strong desire to run the commandos through with his lightsaber before turning and doing the same to Tesa with something else... he had to admit that he was impressed that her facade worked. He had been in similar situations, but most usually ended with him murdering the interrupters before finishing his business and killing the woman too. Would this eventually turn into a similar situation? At this point, he was invested. He wanted to taste Tesa's honey before he killed her at least. Practically had to by this point.
"My jist was about to get surrounded by something... until you lads came in before I did..."
The Zelosian cut the silence with a well worded joke. He couldn't hold back the grin that spread forth when he heard one of the commando's grunt of laughter echo in his helm. Jess echoed the laugh with a little chuckle of his own. When they were commanded to leave Jessoin sighed in truthful frustration. As they began to walk away Jess held back long enough to roughly spank Tesa's rump, sure to add a little squeeze in there. Had to keep up the facade as lovers right? Once more Jess laughed and winked at a commando as he passed them. He made sure to avoid any bodies he had left littered, grateful these Republic dog's couldn't feel the Force, as the darkside and their presences sullied it around them. Evidence of their scuffle was apparent, and Jessoin cast one last look of appreciation on their handy work as they entered the lift. As the doors slid closed Jess looked directly into the visor of the head commando, and smiled. You're gonna burn... He thought openly, which only made his smile turn toothy and grand.
Tesa nearly seemed to break down into giggles immediately, her elation burst out into the Force. Not an emotion he was really used to feeling. Pure, unadulterated, unbridled joy. Who could blame her really? Those commandos had enough firepower to tear down the station itself. Jessoin let himself laugh, more restrained than Tesa's. There was still business to attend to after all. Very important business indeed. Jessoin's smile from laughing would slide into something more roguish as he waved his hand. The button for emergency stops would push in with a click, the Force applied just enough to do so. He turned to Tesa, his eyes found hers before he brought a hand up to snap two fingers. Another push from the Force had the clasp on his belt pop open with an audible click as his grin spread more. He stepped forward, still quite aware that he was still shirtless. His hand found the wall behind Tesa as he leaned towards her with a hungry glint in his eye. Jessoin's words were venomous silk:
"I couldn't agree more Precious... shall we celebrate your victory?"
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Feb 23, 2013 17:13:27 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Feb 23, 2013 17:13:27 GMT -5
Tesa had pulled off some stunts before, like escaping out of a penthouse by window ledge, but they had all depended on actions. Her life, and Jessoin’s, had been solely dependent on her ability to lie her way out of certain death. Never before had she been so grateful for Sawnders’ drills for lying on the fly, catching her off guard, and forcing her to weave a solid spell of words to pass within reasonable doubt. All those trips to the bars and restaurants, to practice characters and back stories… today had been a day it had all paid off.
And she was smudging her make up as she wiped away her tears of mingled relief and merriment. A deep breath and a ragged sigh was only followed by some more, lighter giggles. It was difficult to contain her giddiness, and for whatever reason, Tesa didn’t want it to fade. When was the last time she’d legitimately felt happy and fully accomplished?
The elevator suddenly decelerated smoothly with a soft whine. The dim emergency lights kicked on, and Tesa’s smile and elation was automatically curved. No, no, no. This wasn’t happening. Not after her glorious success. She couldn’t be stuck in an elevator now. Things were going so well.
“What…?” She was just starting to come off the wall when Jessoin stepped forward, arm extended to rest his hand by her head. The closer he leaned, the more her happiness seemed to dwindle. You hit the emergency button and ruined my fun.
"I couldn't agree more Precious... shall we celebrate your victory?"
Because you feel some dire emergency of your own. Well now… Her skin around her neck felt compelled to remind her of what his nips and kisses felt like. Her sides and hips held memory of being grasped and her senses tingled when remembering how he’d felt through the telepathic bond.
Yet there was a job to complete and there were commandos on their trail. Renewed conviction flooded through her. She didn’t need sex, and she didn’t want Jessoin, just his kisses. This shouldn’t happen again. He responded too readily to my prodding. What choice did I have? We’re both alive…
“I don’t want to share it with you,” Tesa quipped firmly. “You can celebrate still being alive thanks to me, without me, behind closed doors,” she extended a hand now, pressing back against his chest as she slid off to the side. “And alone. I don’t much care to watch. So zip it up, and don’t play games.” With a small turn of her wrist, the emergency button reversed. A moment’s hesitation later, the elevator began to move.
“Next step is to actually bring down the sky…” And somehow escape.
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Mar 11, 2013 16:31:37 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Mar 11, 2013 16:31:37 GMT -5
Her hand was hot on his chest as she pushed him away. Jessoin laughed softly as she moved away from him, her back turned to him. The image of her skin flushing mere seconds ago clung in his mind. It seemed to him that Tesa was having a bit of an inner struggle when it came to him. More and more her words told him mixed messages, but her body spoke sheer truth to him. With a single smooth step Jessoin slid up behind Tesa. His body pressed lightly against her back, and with his hands at her hips he whispered into her ear. Jess' lips would play lightly through her hair against her skin.
"I don't want to share it with you? Don't want to play games? Oh Precious how you lie. To others, to me, to yourself... You do want to play games. You're good at them. You saw how all those men in that room bent to your whims with mere words and coy looks. You're good at games, and you love them. Need them. Without games, you have no real purpose, do you Precious? That's why you need them, that's why you succeed at them. For without them, you are nothing."
By the end of his little speech Jessoin had turned his face more into Tesa, his breath warm and his voice barely a lustful rasp. He laughed softly and pulled away from Tesa to click his belt back together as the lift hit their destination. Jess stretched his arms above himself and twisted them until the joints popped and he sighed in satisfaction. He channeled the Force into him, ready to unleash hell when the door would open. It slid aside with a light hiss, and Jessoin saw but one man standing there. One guard posted? Clearly they had no clue the type of terrors that were in their territory. He grinned with predatory glee at the man's confused expression at the sight of them. The trooper wasn't dressed like the commandos in the floors above him. Clad in light BDU's with a tactical vest over it and a knit-cap, he was clearly a combat engineer of sorts. Purple lightning danced down the Zelosian's arm as he lunged forward to grab the man's face before he could scream.
Jess pulsed the Force outwards, and several flashes of purple light later, and the man collapsed to the ground, no longer possessing a face that could be described as human. He stepped over the corpse in a single long stride, and knelt down to unzip the vest. With a wave of the Force he flipped the body over with a wet thud and pulled it off as he stood. His long, pale arms slid the vest over his own torso before it was zipped up partially. Jessoin patted it down a second before grinning victoriously. A comm device meant for the ear, the Zelosian would grin as he held it out for Tesa.
"It seems the Force is with us... I do think there is some innocents in need of help on the evacuation level, yes?"
He said, referencing the level they had previously leveled, and left severely rigged with traps. Jessoin's grin would widen as he channeled more of the Force into him. It was finally time. Time to shed the cloak and dagger, and take up the arms of lightning and death itself. Which was good. Games were fun and all, but unless they involved paddle and ropes, he quickly lost interest. Now murder on the other hand, that was what he truly enjoyed. To wrap his long fingers around another's throat and squeeze the very life out of them. Or pump their bodies full of copious amounts of electricity.
Almost as if a gift was being given, from around the corner down the hall some, strolled several more troopers in engineers garb. They halted and turned to look at the duo in time to see Jessoin's eyes turn amber as he began to hurl bolt after bolt of lightning at them. Two men went down immediately as bolts collided with them, and the few that survived the first barrage turned around corners for cover. Duracrete ashed and sputtered from the walls and corners of their cover as Jessoin did not relent. When he did he waved his left hand from right to left to cast a barrier in front of the two, just in time to block bolts of plasma as the troopers returned fire. Jess turned a bored look to Tesa, his iris' still golden. A lopsided smile touched his lips before he spoke.
"Speaking of bringing down the sky... what shall I destroy next to bring it down around fools like them?"
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Post by Squee on Mar 12, 2013 0:10:28 GMT -5
Persistent… slimeball… Gooseflesh covered the back of her neck and arms in rolling waves as Jessoin’s breath tickled her neck and ear. And damn her body. Damn this arousal. Tesa took a deep breath, held it, and curled her hands tightly. Ignore… Ignore.
And as he drawled about her enjoying games, needing games, how she’s nothing without them, and using that nickname she hated so much, Tesa rolled her eyes. Nothing but another generalization made by yet another Sith. Yet another Sith who finds himself so intelligent, when all he’s doing is pointing out the necessities of her personality.
“Only specific games, Jessoin,” she replied coolly. “And none…” She was momentarily interrupted as the lift doors parted and she held eye contact with the confused lone guards. Jessoin lurched forward, lightning already furling around his bare arms in preparation for devastation. With a frown, Tesa mentally braced herself for the sensation of the man’s departing life. It rippled through her without much outward effect besides a deepened solemn expression on Tesa’s face. The Force was raw with death, like cleaner on a wound, but if she expected it to feel worse, the sting wasn’t as bad.
“But none of the games you like to play,” Tesa finally finished. “Death and arousal are what you thrive on.” More engineers suddenly appeared from around the corner, and Tesa sheltered by the wall that their corner was connected to. Unless those men made a complete ninety degree turn, their fire should miss her. They were more interested in Jessoin anyway.
Her arms thrust through the sleeves of her blouse and Tesa buttoned the center to keep it together. As Jessoin contended with engineers, Tesa turned an ear into the wall and rested a hand against it. “I do like lying…” she murmured, her mind drifting away as she closed sound out of her mind. Forcing herself to steady, Tesa extended her limited sensing abilities through the wall. “And I need fear…” She was looking for the slightest hint of fear, in some individual, hopefully beyond this very wall. And I’ll know you’re there…
There. The slightest whiff. A smile touched her lips and her open eyes twinkled with a sudden light. She stepped back from the wall in time to hear Jessoin’s query about what to destroy. “Engines. What are you? Stupid? A mighty fortress cannot fly without engines.”
His barrier looked like it could hold a few more moments. Tesa’s hand slipped into her bag to pull out her cloth and anesthetic bottle. Holding it away from her face, she refreshed the dose on the cloth and shoved the bottle into her pocket.
“Better to smash and dash right now, it seems. Thanks to our… friends.” With practiced ease, the Force rolled into her and Tesa directed it into her hand. She spread her fingers wide and straight, once again lifting it to the wall until her palm pressed against it. She tilted her head to Jessoin. “You stay there a moment and keep them distracted. Ready?”
The wall suddenly exploded with a groan, the concussive Force blast transferring rapidly from her hand. The fear on the other side of the wall increased to a potent level, and Tesa’s smile began to show teeth. “Be right back.” Stepping through the fresh hole in the wall, she targeted the fearful individual, a dear balosar woman. Tesa’s arm flashed and she snatched the individual. The woman shrieked as she was yanked but was promptly muffled as Tesa wrapped the cloth around the woman’s mouth and nose.
Delicious fear flowered in the Force and Tesa drank deeply as she walked, stumbling balosar woman in tow. She screamed into the cloth, but it was a losing fight, and fear escalated into terror. Tesa pressed the door’s button and looked at the woman, who was pawing at her face while sobs mixed with her screams. The door opened, and Tesa shoved the woman into the hall. The Force was prepped in her hands once more as Tesa stepped into the hallway, behind the guards shooting at Jessoin.
“You see them?” Tesa told the gasping balosar. Another Force push tumbled the guards into the open and they became vulnerable to Jessoin’s devastation. Tesa’s hand kept the woman to the wall as she enjoyed the horror that flowed from the balosar. Her eyes burned more brightly and a grin of the insane had overtaken Tesa’s features as she leaned closer to the woman.
“Be glad you were at my disposal.” She smothered the cloth over the woman’s mouth and nose again while brutally forcing her way into the woman’s mind. The balosar woman’s eyes rolled and she slumped. Tesa sighed, delighted and momentarily content, as she curled her cloth around her hand.
“Next?”
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Post by Dutch on Mar 13, 2013 21:43:08 GMT -5
Jessoin laughed as the blaster bolts fizzed uselessly against his telekinetic barrier. He could feel Tesa in cover behind him, the man figured she was up to something. The barrier shimmered as the onslaught stopped, and he could hear the men as they whispered and plotted angrily. Mere blasters would not work, he knew this, but what more could they do against a man that threw lightning? Absolutely nothing, Jessoin knew this, and they knew this. So what was it they were whispering about there. He grinned as Tesa told him to keep them distracted, a predatory purr upon her lips as a loud blast from the Force issued her into an adjoining room. A spike of fear burst out into the Force, and Jessoin fed off it with Tesa. It gave him an idea.
"Ho there gallant soldiers!"
Jess called out, his voice warmth draped over entertainment. He tilted his head to see if anyone would respond. A couple blaster shots zapped his barrier in response. The Zelosian clicked his tongue in disappointment. Why was it that nobody would ever resort to words? Sure Jessoin planned to kill them, but why did no one ever want to play when he did. With a sigh he held his right hand up and slightly to the side. He heard a woman scream and Tesa's muffled words, her voice lustful and hungry. The longer she was within the station, the longer she was around Jessoin, the more it seemed she gave into her more carnal desires. The mask was melting, and the true, more ravishing Tesa was showing through. He liked her like this. He liked it quite a lot. With a pull of the Force his cobbled together lightsaber would drift from the inside of his boot, and up to his hand. The metal was warm from being so close to his skin. It was a good sensation.
"Do you want to know what I've done to your friends here? That one that was at the lift? I fried his brains with my bare hand. Another, I touched wherever I wanted on her. Even made her wet and wanting before I slit her throat..."
A cruel laugh muddled through the last sentence he spoke. He heard one of the men utter a stream of curses. Another sounded like he was praying. Praying! Jessoin's laugh roiled down the hallway as the door clicked open audibly. A moment later Jess felt the Force gather, and heard it blast as the troopers tumbled into view. Still laughing the man dashed forward with long strides to leap forward. He landed to catch Tesa's eye, her grin feverishly. Jessoin returned it before he looked down at the men as they struggled from the concussive blast. Six of them total. With a soft laugh Jess held his lightsaber to the side, and ignited it with the iconic snap-hiss! Red light bathed over the man's pale skin, which mirrored the walls that now shone red. All they would see, would be a world of red.
The first man stood and reached for his combat knife. Before he could even gain his footing though Jessoin spun his hand to slice off his arm and head. The second leaped to wrestle him, but caught the business end of a backs-sweep from Jess, who didn't even look at the man. His free hand shot up to lift a trooper off his feet. Jessoin barked a laugh as channel of Force lightning lanced out to latch onto the man. It pulsed regularly with purple flashes as the man's skin blackened and ashed. His body was toss by Jess into a couple comrades as he leaped to dodge a vibroblade. A few quick jabs littered the owner's chest with holes. Two of them tried to attack at once, but a blast of the Force sent them cracking against a wall. The last man remained kneeling as he prayed to the Force. The FORCE! Jessoin grabbed the man by the hair and lifted him. His insides splattered wetly onto the ground as Jess' lightsaber opened the man from groin to rib cage. His body hit the ground as Tesa said "Be glad you were at my disposal." to the frightened Balosar. He turned golden eyes to meet the Balosar's just before Tesa forced herself into the woman's mind.
"I just love it when you get aggressive, T..."
Jessoin said lustfully, his shoulders would rise and fall with his somewhat ragged breath, the exertion and excitement of the slaughter both pleasing the man greatly. He held her gaze for a moment before they would watch her elegant fingers wrap around her cloth, her obvious weapon of choice. Other than her words. His smile did little to hide his obvious desire as he flicked his lightsaber off and clipped it to his belt now. No longer would Jessoin hide what he was. Jess stood just before Tesa as he rested his shoulder against the wall, and leered down at the woman as he responded.
"Where next? I'd say the nearest 'fresher~ Preferably the family one, they have wider counters and free lotions... However I know you by now Precious. Wouldn't want to enjoy ourselves too much, would we? Heh...I do believe that service lift to our next destination is on the other side of this level... A little wanton slaughter along our way? May as well get your fill before the climax..."
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Post by Squee on Mar 14, 2013 16:39:31 GMT -5
Tesa’s lip curled in a jeer, the response to his sexual suggestion. He still thought this was some kind of game, playing child with his attention span that of a toddler’s. Except his desire was that of a pathetic teenager lusting for every curvy girl swaying past him. Her fingers buttoned her blouse one higher to drive her point further and she snorted decisively in his direction before turning around.
The hallway was lined wall to wall with evenly spaced doors and each was marked with a designation letter and number. Tesa studied the mounted plaque as she rested a hand on the door controls. Were these dorms? Excitement tingled through her, ideas beginning to churn as the fear addiction pulsed within her hungrily, needing…
The door whisked open, but not by Tesa’s doing. She leaned back, somewhat startled, as her gaze contacted a man dressed in a loose sleep shirt. The Force flowed into her muscles as Tesa’s arm snapped forward and fingers fisted the man’s sleep shirt. With a harsh tug imbued by the Force, the man stumbled into the hall and crashed into the opposing door. Tesa leaned her head to peer into the room, greeted by the sight of bed frames and a couple of desks.
“Oh,” she stated. “Dorms.”
Tesa turned away from the now empty room and left the confused man behind with Jessoin.
“As I made brief mention before…” Tesa began again, standing in the center of the wall. Both of her hands, swirling with the Force, rose on either side of her. She swiped them, opening the doors of the opposite dorms. Empty. How disappointing.
The craving for fear was slowly returning, prowling through her like a shadow panther through bushes. Tesa proceeded a couple of more times, and found four more dorms empty. Behind her, she could sense the man’s moment of cowardice before his life was extinguished. Death was such a killjoy. “Slaughter is a game you like to play.”
Need was tightening in her chest, and Tesa’s mouth parted slightly to breathe, her body beginning to feel like it was lacking oxygen. The next doors were empty and so were the next. She emitted a low growl. The schedules must be arranged by down block. She turned the corner and started with the door on the right first.
Tesa smiled and marched through the doors to grab the man at the desk by the hair. He yelped, confused and startled. The man’s little jolt hissed and fizzled out against Tesa’s flaming desire. In the hall, she kicked out his knee, forcing him to kneel facing Jessoin. Yanking back the man’s head, Tesa made eye contact long enough to squirm across his brain and paralyze his motor functions. “My turn for a little speech, Jessoin.
“Instant death robs psychological effect. Torture, however,” she growled at the spike of fear from the man. The more psychological, the better. “He doesn’t like to be paralyzed, you see?” His fear was low-grade. It wasn’t enough. The balosar’s terror had been so ripe, so perfect, so wonderful and so delicious. This man’s fear was a sip of water after parching in a desert.
The cloth unfurled from Tesa’s hand and she leaned down to the man’s ear to whisper, “How about suffocation?” Once again, the cloth covered nose and mouth, but the fabric was twisted so it was thicker, making it more difficult to breathe through. It took several moments before the man’s defiant composure broke down and he started to jerk. His chest heaved rapidly and he began to move his mouth, trying to find more air, and panic seeped from him. Tesa breathed, refreshing her addiction, but it still writhed and still felt painfully empty. More.
“And as they think they’re going to die, all their precious thoughts surface.” The man’s thoughts were well surfaced, open for Tesa’s viewing, and she could see images of his family, his friends… “…His girlfriend. And she’s here. Does she like to scream, too?”
Tesa grasped the panting man by the neck and pulled him up, the anesthetic making him sluggish and woozy. She walked him down the hall, door by door. “This one? No…” The more she stepped, the greater his anxiety increased, and the bigger Tesa’s grin became. “Here? Oh yes, here. He’s scared I’m standing here.”
Her hand swiped the air twice and the doors on either side peeled open. The man gave a slight warning, stirring his comrades in the dorms and making them stand to their feet. “Oh, there she is.” Tesa shoved the man into the room opposite of his beloved. “And you saved me the trouble of waking everyone up. How kind. Uh-uh-uh,” her hand snapped once, pushing one individual back into his room after trying to rush her.
“Just for that, I’m not going to let my partner here give you the easy deaths you’re going to prefer,” a snarl tagged onto the end of her words. From her bag, Tesa pulled out two round canisters. Her heart was racing faster with anticipation, and the words rolled from her tongue. “One is a dud…” Tesa held up the gas grenades up. “The other… releases a gas that will slowly ease your heart to a sluggish beat until it stops. Both release white fumes, both are odorless… and either way, someone will be losing friends today. And some their significant others…” With a simultaneous click, Tesa felt her excitement flip as she tossed the canisters into the room and slammed the doors closed with the Force.
“Seal the other door,” she told Jessoin. Lightsaber came to hand and flicked on, and Tesa drew the tip around the edges of the door. The metal and wall melted into red molt, fusing the edges of the door to the wall.
Terror vibrated in the Force, rushing in like a downpour of water. Five people in a frenzy of panic, howling, and pounding on their doors. Tesa shuddered as she let it flow into her, a pleased smile on her parted lips as she leaned against the wall. Her airways freed up and she took deep, satisfied breaths.
“And what they don’t know… is both canisters are full of gas that will kill them.” Tesa laughed softly and pushed her hair back from her face. “But that will take a while.” As long as fear emanated from the doomed cells, she could tolerate Jessoin’s need for mass murder. Already, she could hear the sound of other dorm rooms opening and he was itching to kill. “Well… carve us a way to the service lift.”
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Post by Dutch on Mar 15, 2013 0:23:04 GMT -5
Jessoin returned Tesa's sneer with a grin and a slow nod. Oh yes... Thought the Zelosian openly in the Force. He blinked and his eyes returned to their normal acid green. They looked down as Tesa worked to button her blouse a bit more. He bit his bottom lip hungrily and slowly let his eyes trace up her neck back to Tesa's eyes. Jess grinned unapologetic in return to her look at him, and tilted his head to openly stare at her butt as she walked away. His mouth let his lip free and he chuckled softly. Jessoin would shake his head and click his tongue at the sight of her walking away, and readily followed behind her. Oh how I want to bury my face in your arse~ thought the Zelosian as they turned down a hallway lined with doors. His hand channeled the Force into it as a door opened just as she tried to, and laughed gleefully as the woman savaged him.
"Oh~ that really must have hurt! What? This one not good enough for you T?"
He said between laughs. Jessoin turned his smile down to the man in his pajamas on the ground as a burst of the Force from his hand spattered his brains. Slaughter is a game you like to play... Jess chuckled softly at this comment. Of course it was, what greater rush was there to hold life and death within your very palm? It was the whole reason he did anything, to hold such power within his hands. Once more he took in hungry eye-fulls of Tesa's rear as she walked, as usual without a single ounce of effort into hiding what he was doing. His long fingers intertwined and rested at the back of his head as Jess followed at a casual gait. The man watched Tesa curiously as she opened door after door, her desire beginning to bubble up more and more into the Force. He liked the direction Tesa was turning, let the true her show. Jessoin waited in the hall with raised eyebrows as she suddenly dashed into a room and withdrew a man.
"Shall I get a chair?"
His voice was mocking and his smile wide as she began. It turned wicked as Tesa growled in anticipation for her fix, and he let his arms fall to bite the knuckle of his pointer finger as the other crossed across his chest. She gave her speech as she unfurled her favorite cloth, which made Jess' eyebrow raise. Goosebumps raised on his skin as she began to speak of the man's woman. Telepathy always instantly angered him when he was the object of it... but had to admit its uses. The school was always particularly difficult for him to pick up, but his lessons under Renata had helped curb the blind fear of it. For the most part. Jessoin would snarl a 'Yes!' under his breath as Tesa hoisted the man to his feet, now on the hunt. He bounded along behind her gleefully, excited to see what she had planned next. As her plan unfurled, Jess could swear that his pants began to feel tighter.
He laughed softly, cruelly as she tossed the grenades and slammed the doors shut, already en route when she commanded him to seal the door. Jessoin's lightsaber flung from his belt to his awaiting handle to flick on. With a few deft strokes he sealed the room, and slid it back into his belt with a fluid motion as it switched off. His eyes turned to Tesa as she leaned against a wall breathless. She slicked back her hair after she revealed her true plan, and Jess couldn't take it anymore. With a hungry growl he slid right up to her and wrapped a long arm around her waist to pull her against his body, the vest already unzipped by a thought. Jessoin's free hand shot up to wind its way through her hair, and gave it an aggressive tug to make Tesa face him. Without giving her time to react he was kissing her again. This time without permission. Hungrily, passionately he explored her. Just when it seemed like he was about to reach the climax of the kiss, he pulled away with a pained sigh and turned his eyes down the hall as more people came to investigate.
"As you wish~"
Jessoin said huskily as he pulled his lightsaber once more. With a howl he lunged right into the group with no warning, hacking and slashing into the crowd like a side of meat at a butcher. It was easy, the way the lightsaber sliced through them, nearly the entirety of the group in sleepwear. It took mere seconds to carve through the group, but still Jess stood among the slaughter panting and laughing in rotation. He cast suddenly bright red eyes back at Tesa with an almost manic glint before he pulled the Darkside into his free hand. Without a word he lurched forward to blast through the wall down the hall from them, and stormed towards it, his pace picking up speed as his lanky legs propelled him.
Each time a wall would be in his way, a swell of the Force would blast outwards from his free hand, the Zelosian only ever stopped to slay anyone he met, either by saber or electricity tossed from his hands. By now the alarms had begun to go off, and screams could be heard muffled by other walls not being wrecked by the Sith. He repeated this pattern until they got to the service lift. With sweat glistening and his breath ragged, Jess sauntered up to the lift and hit the button for it. His eyes were still red as they closed, and he now leaned on the wall next to the lift doors. Jess opened them to look at Tesa with now golden eyes, the Darkside now working itself out of his system. His breath steadied and he smirked. He gestured to the lift with a jerk of his head and leaned it against the wall. Jessoin would grin as he asked:
"Getting enough of your fix still, Precious?"
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Post by Squee on Mar 16, 2013 1:28:36 GMT -5
She vaguely sensed his movements before he was on her. Her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head from the wall as his arm thrust around her waist. Hey! Pulled against him, her hands and forearms contacted his bare chest. This again, really? The snarl was prepped, quickly becoming second nature whenever she had to say something to him.
“No touchi- AH!” she yelped sharply, startled by the forceful hair tug. His name was just beginning to vibrate on her vocal chords when he seized the opportunity to mesh his mouth on hers. Confusion immediately ran amuck in Tesa. What the hell was he doing? What was he thinking? These actions were inappropriate and unnecessary! There is a mission to complete!
Her palms dug into his chest. She leaned down and away as best she could, but his arm kept trapped to him. Tilting her chin down only got her hair pulled again. Tesa was trying to say words by now. Get off me, what the hell, mongrel… anything really. But under Jessoin’s lustful kissing, they sounded like enraged hums and mumbles.
He broke off the kiss with a sigh. Tesa leaned away panting in angry, ragged bursts. “Just… ugh!” Her hands scrambled to shove his arm off her waist. “Get off me!” she raged as she bundled his arms and thrust them against him, stepping back as she did so. Tesa’s back struck the wall again. There she stayed, skin flushed pink and yellow eyes glaring at him in a contained fury. With his signature grin, he turned to launch himself at the gathering of sleep-bleary engineers and other personnel.
I hope you enjoyed that… Tesa drew the back of her hand firmly across her lips, making a noise of disgust. Hateful eyes watching him as he beheaded some unlucky alien. Because you’re going to rue it… It would seem he needed another lesson on what it means to not touch without permission. Our little frolic in the conference room does not give unrestricted access, dammit.
The swell of death was becoming quickly noticeable and oppressing. Tesa hesitated before following Jessoin and his cackling, instinctively reaching through the walls to feel the rampant fear from her suffering victims. At least one was still pounding on the door, and she could hear the muffled cry pleading for help. “Hn…” she grinned. “Pathetic, unfortunate soul… If only you knew the Force.”
Casting a glance down the hall, she caught the last second of Jessoin’s red-eye gaze before he buckled the wall by his will. Drawing in a constant stream of fear, Tesa walked over the mutilated bodies on her toes. She could hear the dull thumps and the wall straining from each burst of the Force. Approaching the hole in the wall, her hands circled behind her to clasp together as her eyes showed her the extent of Jessoin’s destruction.
With the composure and cool regard reminisce of a museum visitor, Tesa began to saunter down the lane of consecutive holes. Her eyes skimmed the charred and amputated bodies as she passed through the rooms. She passed one where a man was crushed between two bed frames, his fear ebbing as he accepted the inevitability of his death. How dull.
She stopped when she found Jessoin waiting by the open lift, sweating and panting from exertion but entirely thrilled. “It’s there,” she answered. They’re farther away and harder to sense when they’re not beneath my fingertips… She was going to need a renewal by the time they reached the engines.
Stepping toward the lift, Tesa raised a warning finger as her face quickly contorted into a sneer. “Don’t touch me. You don’t want to play that game with me while in the elevator.” Consider this your last warning.
Turning on her heel, Tesa waited the moment for Jessoin to walk in before striking the button. The lift descended once more, and her source of fear grew more distant. And her thirst intensified. Once again, Tesa’s hand slipped into her bag and grasped her lightsaber, where she’d replaced it after sealing the door. Do I want to? Her lightsaber was always last resort, but it would bring pangs of instant fear. If she did it right, horror could be invested.
“Perhaps it’s time to finish this and get off the station.” Tesa withdrew her lightsaber, absentmindedly picking at a groove with her nail. “Even the playground gets boring.” I want my books. Maintaining her addiction was beginning to get tiresome, and after each refreshing bout, the crash was leering ever steeper.
This lift’s ride was significantly shorter than the others. As the doors parted, Tesa exited and was the first to witness the expressions of the posted guards, two of them, switch from boredom to alert.
“Ma’am, this is a restricted area and proper credenti-“
“Shut up,” she snapped. The guard obviously had expected her to stop and when he finally moved to raise his weapon, it was too late. With a precise flick and a burst of red light, the man’s blaster was rendered useless in two pieces.
Then Tesa had a hold of his wrist. The Force pulsed from her, passing into the man, and she locked eye contact with him as she seized his mind and then his motor control. Her hand slid up his arm to cradle the side of his face. “You won’t scream long.”
His fear surged from him and into her directly. Tesa’s sigh of relief was audible before she targeted the man’s nervous system and poured the Force into it. Fiery impulses reacted throughout the man’s body and his brain started to go into overload. As she’d inferred, the man screamed, and Tesa leeched from his thoughts.
”What’s wrong with my body?”
“It’s dying,” she answered him calmly between his screams, watching as the veins pulsed in neck and face. “A slow… long… death…” He collapsed finally, still screeching. While feeding off of his horror, Tesa turned dilated eyes onto Jessoin. “Someone’s going to hear him and come ready. I’ll let you take point.”
I’m getting reckless…
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Mar 17, 2013 13:22:09 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Mar 17, 2013 13:22:09 GMT -5
"Enjoyed that a little too much, T?"
Jessoin laughed and lowered his brow in mockery, his words smooth and confident. He followed her into the lift and idly began to him the Republic's Anthem once more. His machine pistol would be drawn and the Anthem continued punctuated by the clicks and whirs of Jess making sure the pistol was in working order. Once satisfied Jess nodded and put it back into the hip-holster next to his lightsaber. It was still weird for him to put the weapon there, as it normally rested within a hidden pocket in his robes, not out in the open. He chuckled at Tesa's words and looked down at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I must admit, I too am looking forward to leaving. The playground is far too public. All the best games are played behind closed doors~"
He said with a sly wink in response. As soon as he finished speaking, the lift doors slid open to reveal the guards. Tesa stormed out, and Jess sauntered a few steps behind her. One of the guards went to speak, when Tesa cut him off with a sharp word. As soon as she did, Jessoin barked a laughed and his hand pushed outwards with the Force to send rivulets of lightning into the other guards. The purple energy danced across their bodies, which jerked and twitched before they collapsed. She seemed as if she was too into her little session with the guard she captured, and no sooner had the bodies that Jess killed fell, did the Zelosian hop up onto their counter. He leaned back against the wall and stretched his lankiness out on the counter-top, and watched her. Not after long, the man began screaming, but Jess paid no mind to him.
When Tesa spoke to Jessoin amid the screams, she would look over to see him casually sitting there, with his eyes on her rear before they slid back up her body with a coy blink and a grin. His eyes met her dilated ones, and the grin spread further at the site of a pleased, panting Tesa. Jess brought his hands up to clap for her slowly. How could they not hear that... Thought the Zelosian with a satisfied smile still plastered across his face. His long legs swung over the counter and a spark of electricity from his hands fried the security computers, the man making sure nobody just came along and flipped the alarms for the engine level.
"As you wish..."
He purred to Tesa. His stance remained nonchalant as he sauntered down the hall. Jessoin's long stride took him well away from Tesa as he whistled the Republic Anthem once more. His mind felt out with the Force around him, quite meagerly compared to most who could use it. He didn't feel anyone nearby, and was severely disappointed. It did make sense to him though, a level such as this would only have specific workers going in and out of it. Jess spun on his heels to hold his arms out wide as he walked, a gesture that there was nobody near.
"It seems we're quite alone~"
Jessoin lilted as he approached a T in the hall. He barely had time to react when he looked to his left to see a squad of armored commandos. Still hidden from Tesa's sight, a huge plume of fire suddenly lanced out, and completely engulfed where Jessoin stood. The flamethrower roared the temperature in the room increased exponentially. The cone of fire completely obscured Jess, the heat enough to melt the flesh off anyone. After a few moments the middle of the cone would suddenly swell. Jessoin stood there, with one hand raised. His barrier had been tossed up just in time to cover his body, but the longer he stood there, the greater he made the barrier. The Force field began to push away from Jess, who cackled madly as flames shot around him. With a scream of effort the Zelosian pushed harder in the Force, and the shield shoved waves of flames back at the commandos. The Force push toppled over the squad, and Jess' now golden iris' glared at them with a predatory gleam.
His hand would make a grasping motion, before it jerked right, left and up. The commando grasped by the Force via Jess would follow suit, his body crunching as it hit the walls and ceiling before it plummeted to the ground. Another commando leaped to his feet brandishing a vibroblade. He ran at Jess only to suddenly be swept off his feet and held in mid air. Jessoin's smile was poison as he used the Force to choke the commando, but had to drop him as a vibroaxe was suddenly tossed at him. The Sith dodged the attacked smoothly before he reached out with the Force to pull the man closer. Jessoin pulled his lightsaber and flicked it on just in time to impale the commando's chest. The red blade would be ripped out sideways through the man, as Jess performed a mid-air flip to dodge a grenade that was tossed at him. As he was still suspended his body contorted flexibly to nab the grenade mid-flight with the Force before he slung it right back at the tosser. It exploded with a thud and the concussive blast knocked Jess cursing back into a wall.
Jessoin rose to his feet with a groan and shook his head woozily. The world still seemed hazy to the man, but from the lack of sounds from the troopers, it seemed they were all dead. With one hand on the wall, he shook his head to try and re-calibrate his mind. His vision slowly began to return to normal, and the wooziness subsided slowly. They had been fighting for near the entire day now it felt, and the physical exhaustion was trying to ooze its way into his body and mind. A grim smile touched his lips and his eyes blinked a couple times before they searched for Tesa. He still needed her for this mission, and unless more commandos had sneaked around him to attack her, she should be fine. However the haze and smoke that hung in the air from the grenade and flames alike made it hard for him to see.
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Post by Squee on Mar 18, 2013 22:53:09 GMT -5
“As you wish…”
Oh Force, don’t let that become a thing, she couldn’t help but think as he swept past her. She lagged several paces behind him, which was perhaps the safest place to be. Jessoin was a walking explosion ready to happen. And probably in more ways than just one by the way he stares at my rear. Perverted barbarian.
His ability to swirl the Force into destructive biddings with half a thought and perfectly decimate his surroundings was… awfully comforting and frightening. It would take a hell of a lot to bring down such a powerful organic machine. Not much could stand in his way and survive, and so far that was holding true. And because of that, Tesa didn’t want to be caught within arm’s reach in case he—
Flames suddenly spewed and swarmed him. “Jessoin!” Tesa’s jaw dropped as she stumbled a couple steps back, trying unsuccessfully to escape the heat. While the flames crowded the hallway space and threatened to transform her body directly into ash, there wasn’t much she could think to do.
Instantaneous panic radiated from her and she thrust her pitiful excuse for senses forward. Oh Force. Oh damn. Oh please. I don’t want to have to go back and explain the Lady Renata I lost her newest apprentice. Oh please oh please oh pleeeeeeeeeeeease. Scrabbling for focus and control, Tesa narrowed her scope and sought for his presence alone. We just touched! This should be EASY to do! “JESSOIN!”
Her extension of the Force finally locked onto him as her eyes spotted an odd swelling in the midst of the flames. Thank the Force! His heart was beating at an appropriate, elevated level. No pain flowed from him. Nothing was burnt. Tesa withdrew herself and slumped with relief. I’m saved. The mission will be complete. We’ll be intact. Oh my Force…
Tesa remained well away from the T in the hallway as Jessoin emerged from his barrier. She could hear the thumping and snapping of a body as she watched as he yanked his arm from side to side and upward. A vibroaxe went by at some point, and she lost sight of him once. A grenade flashed once in the T, only to be reversed back from whence it first originated. An explosion played havoc with Tesa’s ears as she covered them too late. Lazy smoke was all that remained, lingering in the air.
“Jessoin?” she called out questioningly, though calmly. With a sweep of her hand, Tesa ushered the Force to gently spread and thin the smoke. She found him shaking his head and swaying gently. Her voice sounded too loud in the sudden quiet after the heated battle. “Are you harmed?”
And then she heard the thudding of boots and the rattling clacking of armor. Nonono. Thinking quickly, Tesa’s arms spread out and pulled in swift. The smoke hugged the space around her and Jessoin more securely, hopefully obscuring them a bit more even if the smoke wasn’t particularly thick. Where were they coming from? Directly behind me.
In a swift motion, Tesa reached and brushed her fingertips against Jess. The touch established a swift connection to pass along a quick message as Tesa suddenly huffed some sudden breaths. I’ve got this one. She thought back to the way the balosar had screamed…
And the same shriek tore loose from Tesa. Positively, wonderfully panicked as she took a step back from Jessoin and stumbled unceremoniously, yet purposely, to the floor. Landing with a thud, the cries convulsed first in her chest as her breathing hastened. Scrambling, uncoordinated and without grace, the forced tears began to form as she stared at Jessoin with round, fearful eyes.
The boots rushed faster as Tesa pulled herself, half collapsing but fully gulping and sobbing. The commandos began to call out about a survivor and for the threat to stand down. Tesa’s head was bowed and her tears dropping when she felt the first hand grasp her.
“Ma’am, it’s okay. No need to be afraid. We’re here to help.” Tesa was half dragged as she was assured, pulled behind the backs of the first commandos to her aid.
“He tried to-“ she cried, her words lost in her bawling convulsions . “He was going to, he-e-e-e-e, he said he was going to kill me-e-e.”
“Ma’am, it’s okay,” her rescuer said. She clung to him tightly as he helped her haphazardly to her feet. “Let’s get you out of here. Some place safer. It’s okay.” Tesa stared over the man’s shoulder back at Jessoin as she was brought to her feet. And the moment she was solidly standing, Tesa’s tearful, desperate stare would burn into that bright yellow glare.
From the man’s back sprouted a humming red streak. The commando gasped in her ear as she bowled forward. Her lightsaber slid up through the commando’s shoulder and she swept it up to slice through another’s, disarming him. The commando howled, no longer a threat, as Tesa flipped her lightsaber backhanded and swing her arm around. The lead commando’s head parted from his shoulders while he was in mid-turn, bouncing toward Jessoin.
She took the second arm off of the previously disarmed commando, and fed off of his screams. A Force pull yanked the fourth one to her as Tesa took a wide step, and the soldier was halved above the waist. In a Force aided spin, Tesa swung wide again, and her lightsaber cleaved another from shoulder to groin before he quite understood what was happening. The sixth came forward in a rush, his vibroblade thrust forward. Both swords contacted, but Tesa stepped swiftly to one side as her lightsaber switched off. The man stumbled forward, opposing weight suddenly gone, and her lightsaber reappeared through the front of his chest.
The lightsaber switched off then as Tesa turned to her armless opponent, who was seething with panged snarling. “The lucky winner…” she murmured as she grabbed his chin. The Force entered his body and Tesa made it wrack in painful spasms, his muscles twisting beneath his skin. Still alive, the man shrieked, and he was finally… horrified. Tesa sucked it in hungrily, greedily. Her head tilting back as she let his horror block all sensations of death, her expression turning from flat numbness to one of pleasured joy.
And then she silenced his mind, leaving him alive, a strange contortion of muscles, his presence resounding in pain and terror. Her mouth hung open still, lips formed in a small smile, as she panted lightly.
“We need to finish,” she rasped. “And quickly. Before more of these men show up. Jessoin… don’t dawdle any longer.”
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Post by Dutch on Mar 20, 2013 11:02:48 GMT -5
Jessoin coughed on the smoke lightly and clipped his lightsaber to his belt. His now free hand would rise up to bat away the smoke idly. A steady thud welled out from his temples, and his ears popped a couple time before his hearing fully returned, just in time to hear Tesa calling for him. Before he could answer she was already next to him. He felt a hot throbbing in his abdomen, and placed a hand on it to feel the distinct heat and dampness of a wound. His hand rose back up to display green blood as it oozed down his fingertips. It seemed that a bit of shrapnel from the grenade had tore past his torso, and left a jagged cut behind. He laughed at her question and stood up to lean his shoulder against the wall.
"Me? Please. Child's play Precious, child's play."
Jess breathed as he too heard the sound of reinforcements arriving. He growled a curse and his hand fell to his belt to unclip his lightsaber, when a light touch to his bare shoulder made him relax slightly. Tesa reassured him, and his eyes narrowed at the woman. A curious development to him, she had been all too happy to let him strut about and destroy all in his path. And yet there she stood, reassuring him that she had. Eyes still met with hers, his mouth formed a thin line and he nodded once in agreement. He still pooled the Force into himself as the thudding got louder, channeling it for in case they overwhelmed Tesa....
And then she shrieked.
He blinked a few times in sheer confusion and turned unsure eyes back to Tesa. She was screaming. At him. Jessoin tilted his head for a second in question until it dawned on him, and that signature grin of his slid across his lips. She wants to play some more... He thought, truly entertained at the display before him. She sputtered, and shrieked, and flailed away from him. Jessoin began to laugh, not his usual lilting chuckle of entertainment. Instead it took on a much more sinister, cold sound as he began to stalk forward in pursuit. However as the commandos arrived and saw the display, it seemed that Tesa's ruse would work. Again. The Zelosian had to hand it to her, as force cuffs were slapped on him behind his back, that she had quite the talent. He could see why the Sith desired her talents so. Jessoin laughed cruelly at the dialogue exchange between her and the trooper.
"No-no sweetness. I said first I was going to rape you bloody with the hilt of my lightsaber, and then kill you!"
Jess interjected with a sick laugh, which earned him a blaster-rifle butt to his ab wound. He grit his teeth and growled at the pain that spread fresh from it. Jessoin chuckled some more, and straightened himself to look the trooper directly into his visor. The smile on his face was more of a snarl as he slowly began to nod, his eyes unwavering in their stare.
"You my friend, are about to die~"
He whispered knowingly. And then it started. The tell tale snap-hiss! of a lightsaber igniting sang as it impaled the first guard. Tesa was making her move, and Jessoin began to laugh. He suddenly inhaled sharply and channeled the Force into his core as Jess lurched forward. An inhuman bellow would sound as Jessoin let loose a Force Scream directly into the trooper who had cuffed and struck him. He stumbled back, and Jess merely watched as Tesa then opened him from shoulder to groin. He tilted his head as the trooper fell, and raised his eyebrows as if to say 'Told you so...'. The Zelosian watched gleefully as Tesa took down the last of them, only to keep one alive. Jessoin knew what was coming, and he strolled over to the wall next to them to lean his shoulder against it.
Jess watched as Tesa fed her desires on the man's fear. His eyes would watch her face before she leaned her head back in pleasure. They would travel down her neck, and a smarmy grin would touch his lips as he reached out in the Force to pluck that annoying top button straight off the shirt. It popped off and clattered onto the floor in front of her as she enjoyed herself. And Jess enjoyed himself on the ample display of cleavage in front of him. She finished her feeding, and looked at him slack-jawed, like a lover after a romp. Images all too clearly drifted about his mind as he raised an eyebrow at her words, his grin only spreading.
"Oh... what fun we could have together... Do remove these cuffs from me if you would. Or not, depending if you want to take advantage of the situation or not, Precious"
He growled with a mixture of desire and entertainment. Jessoin could not hear anymore approaching troopers quite yet, and hoped there were not many more teams on this level yet. The man knew his target on this level, knew that they were nearing the climax of their little adventure in the skies of Empress Teta. What a magnificent show it had been so far, full of form and color. Jessoin could only assume that the peak of this mission, would hold some true fun for the pair.
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Post by Squee on Mar 27, 2013 14:51:16 GMT -5
"Oh... what fun we could have together... Do remove these cuffs from me if you would. Or not, depending if you want to take advantage of the situation or not, Precious"
Tesa tsked, the sound hushing disappointedly . “The moment I think I could like you and it’s just… gone.” Her hands made a small, encompassing circling motion with the last word as she shrugged slightly. Then those fingers found their way to pull up her undershirt slightly. Randy men… And then she crouched to search the decapitated body for a key to the cuffs.
It had been quite a surprise for Tesa when Jessoin slipped into a character. However, gathering from what she’d seen, spewing evil wasn’t something particularly difficult for him. The zelosian was murderous, finding a giggly thrill in wanton slaughter, and so only really channeled what he was already. Nevertheless, it had been a nice addition that contributed to believability and had made the entire process just a bit smoother.
“You’re bleeding,” her deadpan voice stated. It wasn’t a torrent of gushing greenness, but neither was it a kitten scratch. It was smeared, probably from when he’d been struck by that commando for threatening her. Tesa hesitated then, the handcuff release firmly in her hand, and a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. The key found its way into her pocket as she stepped toward him.
One hand lifted the unzipped vest away, clearing it completely to let her critical eyes examine the gash. It was just deep enough for blood to weep slowly, but enough to startle the untrained and inexperienced. She dropped the vest, her hand coming away wet with his blood. “Hm…” Her fingers rolled against each other, thinning his blood across her fingertips as her free hand flipped open her bag.
“It’s a clean one,” she informed as she withdrew a cloth from the bag. No need to have him panicked. She always brought a spare, in case she lost one. Wiping her blood from her hand, she pushed the vest aside again to press the cloth against his wound. “I’m just going to leave the cuffs alone for the moment. I’m going to seal this up so the blood isn’t a nuisance. But it’s not going to be pleasant, and I’d like to keep myself in one piece.”
With the excess blood cleared, Tesa folded the cloth around to get a clean portion. Then she offered the cloth up to him. “Bite or scream. It makes no difference to me.” The Force flexed around her form after that, bending into her easily at command. As always, Tesa redirected it down her arms and into her hands, though she concentrated it into her fingers this time.
She reached out to the unconscious figure she’d horrified earlier. The Force drank in the sensations, and Tesa opened her own reservoir, fueling the energy her bottled frustrations with Jessoin, her hatred for his actions, with remnants of all the fear she’d consumed in the past half hour. The dark side pulsed, traveling into her fingers, and then she rested them near Jessoin’s wound, where she forced them into his body.
The Force spearheaded into his biological structure, and there she began to meddle. She increased his body’s stimulate response and drove his cellular reproduction faster. The wound grew warm swiftly, beginning to repair at the expense of brutally abusing natural time constraints. This is where it gets ugly. Tesa reached through the Force to tug at the two repairing sides, forcing them to stretch. His flesh extended under her will until the two sides drew together, and then the wound sealed.
With a rough sigh, Tesa released the Force, the wound tight but holding. “That’ll do.” She reached into her pocket and withdrew the handcuff key, dangling it while she waited for his recovery. “I’ll let you out now.”
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Post by Dutch on Mar 28, 2013 16:47:09 GMT -5
Jessoin's laughter at her remark was slow and soft. His grin tugged the corners of his mouth gleefully, and his green eyes shone with amusement. He let his gaze fall to the quick show of her skin, and wiggled his eyebrows at Tesa. As she turned to search the cuff's owner, Jess leaned his shoulder against the nearby wall. His eyes would stay locked on Tesa's rear as she riffed through pockets and Jessoin would bite his lower lip quickly. He would chuckle lightly and look down at his abdomen as green blood oozed from it. The wound did throb hotly, and any breath more than a shallow one brought pain to the area.
"And you're gorgeous."
He purred as she stood and began to walk towards him. Jessoin snickered as she began to examine the wound, the bruise around it beginning to show dark green and black. His eyes would watch the woman as she slid her fingers over one another with his blood, curious to see where her thought process was leading. He waited patiently for her to do her thing, a towel being retrieved of all things. She pressed it to his wound and he growled slightly as a fresh wave of pain from the pressure webbed across his torso. Jessoin would chuckle at her reasoning when it came to his cuffs, his grin telling his line of thought clearly. When she rolled the towel up and offered it to him, his chuckle took on a huskier tone.
"Bound and gagged. Oh my, I just knew you were a little hell-cat..."
Jess said before he leaned down slightly to clench the towel in his teeth. If this was to be that painful, he'd rather not give away their position if there were any more troopers around. He began to inhale, slowly and deeply. Pain would ripple from the wound with each one. Jessoin drew on the Force around him, a light meditative state beginning to set in as he felt it suddenly shift and pool around Tesa as well. His eyes watched, their glint almost dulled as she pressed her fingers onto him. They were icy cold to his skin, and at first the coolness was soothing and welcome. Jessoin wasn't fully prepared for what would happen next. His teeth bit into the towel instantly and his eyes squinted shut as he fought the scream that clawed to tear its way out of his throat. Pure streams of the darkside poured into his form from the wound and where Tesa thrust her presence into his. He could feel the sweat instantly bead and begin to fall on his face and head, his skin flushing green at the sudden onslaught. His abdomen would tighten against the pain, the muscle standing out as he fought the urge to buckle over.
As fast as it had started, the Force was pulled from his presence. Jess growled and collapsed to his knees against the wall he had previously been leaning on. His breaths labored and his hair dangled around his face. He looked up at her with his bright green eyes as a drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose. Jess leaned his head back and shook the hair from his face to grin up at Tesa as he spoke.
"They can stay a little bit longer if you wanted T~"
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Post by Squee on Apr 8, 2013 18:39:41 GMT -5
“I don’t want,” she retorted sharply. Force damn, she was getting very tired of his advances. A horrendous creep. “What I want is for you to stand. What I want is for you to bloody cooperate… Just… Just a little.” She held her thumb and forefinger close for emphasis as her irritation grew in her voice. “What I want is for you to just shut up and give up before I really decide to follow through with my urge to bash your head into the wall.”
And when he finally stood, Tesa fiddled the key in the cuffs. “And you don’t need to learn to take a damn hint. You need to learn to take a blatant no. Maybe you need a definition of it, hm? It means refusal. Oh wait, too big of a word? To nix, to veto, to deny, to snub, a downright… NO!” She growled as the cuffs unlocked. Tesa wretched them away harshly without consideration of how they rested around his wrists, hoping it hurt him. Maybe you should have burned. Maybe I should have left you to the commandos. Maybe you should’ve just bled out.
“Fracking dammit,” she huffed, tossing away the cuff and key. The sooner we finish this, the sooner I can be away from the likes of him. Her blouse had tugged down her undershirt a little in the front again. With a frustrated snarl, Tesa’s fingers undid the buttons, then snapped the blouse open and pulled the undershirt from where it was tucked in her pants. She tugged the front up again, straightened the sides of the blouse, and pushed all her hair behind her shoulders.
With that taken care of, she stuffed the cloth Jessoin had bloodied up and shoved it into her bag. Her datapad snapped out then, and she struck up a map. “We’ve gutted this place, so now it just needs to fall. We’re just around the corner from shutting the fortress down, and then we need to make it here.” Tesa zoomed in on one section, presenting an emergency exit off the engineering level. “And hope to the Force that Renata really did choose a good pilot to snatch us out of the air.”
The map vanished and Tesa turned to power down the hallway swiftly, eager to complete the mission now that the end was so close in sight. Her thumbs worked swiftly over the datapad, however, punching out a swift message to their pilot to prepare for a careening factory. Her anesthetic cloth replaced the datapad as Tesa paused at the last door. She tossed one look back at Jessoin. Her sandy eyes lingered on his would-be wound, now a smattering of angry pink flesh and red stretch marks.
He should be going first. She thought as she opened the door and welcomed herself through it. So why am I in the lead? The room was a whir with machinery and blipping of computer and flashes of screens. There was one individual, but Tesa yanked him to him with a Force pull. With as much ease as all the previous times, the cloth snapped over the being’s nose and mouth. She opened himself to his fear, drinking it in, until his thoughts faded and Tesa rudely dropped his limp body onto the floor.
“Easier than expected,” she mumbled in comment, strolling toward where the individual had been standing. A mass of buttons and lights and displays showed before her eyes. “Tch… Pretty thing. I’m sure the Republic military doesn’t want their enemies to know just how… efficient their technology is. Lessee here… I want this before we go.”
Tesa located her special datachip and her datapad quickly and connected it to the system, forgoing security measures using the hacking tools from the chip. How I love being the manager of research companies… Tesa wasn’t quite sure what she’d do with the information yet. More research could be done, advances could be made. She could wind up selling it, particularly to the Sith, however, they may want to add some changes…
“Like it’s just stupid to waste this flying. All the expense to protect this place right here, but if someone makes it through…” Tesa tweaked a timer into the reactor after removing the last of the safety protocols. “Everything falls,” she said lightly to herself, a smug smile curling her lips. Granted, some people are also not as crazy or think themselves quite as invincible as we do.
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Post by Dutch on Apr 10, 2013 15:54:07 GMT -5
All throughout Tesa's rant Jessoin laughed lightly. Despite his laughter, Jess' breathing was ragged and shallow. With a deep, shaky inhale the man pulled the Force into him. All the emotion that filled the factory was palpable, the fear and desperation heady in the Force. Throughout the factory he could feel life after life blinking out, be it by the traps he had lain or through betrayal in their frantic desperation to survive. The darkside was strong in the air, and impossible to not drink in as one drew on the Force. He could feel his muscles refresh and his energy rise. His heart hammered, and his shaking stopped. Jessoin would rise to his feet, his grin as hungry as his glare as the darkside channeled into him. With it, came the desire, the need to kill more. She would undo his cuffs and tear them away. They nicked his skin and green blood would ooze from the scratch. Jessoin brought the wrist to his mouth and sucked at it, the blood earthy and salty. His eyes never left hers as he did. Until she gave him reason to.
Jess would look Tesa up and down as she fiddled with her clothing, his want of murder only matched by his want of her. He flexed his hands, the knuckles popping as he did as the Force channeled through his body. Primed and ready to be set off, the Zelosian grinned down at Tesa as he rotated his shoulders, which also popped as he did. As Tesa went over the plan, his pulse raced with excitement. The strategy was a risky one, but that only made it more fun for the Zelosian. He had a thirst for blood that was insatiable since the Sith had taken him in, one that Renata seemed more than happy to quench in Republic citizens. Jess nodded at Tesa's words, and followed right behind the woman as she stormed down the hall. The Force seemed to quake around them as they walked, its energies latching onto and lancing out from their presences. The Darths had done well choosing the pair for this mission, quite well indeed.
"My Mistress always supplies the best. Which is why she sent me with you, precious."
He said as they walked. It was true though, Renata had never admitted it but since his arrival he had proven to be a potent and willing ally. She was his gateway to more power, and he was her gateway to remorseless slaughter. Despite the earned nickname as her 'Dog', he rather liked his position as a powerhouse for the Sith, especially when tasked against the Republic that had failed the man so. The fact that they were losing the war alone was evidence of their failure. Jessoin let Tesa continue her bull-headed approach, and grinned evilly at the man as Tesa disabled him. As she went about her business, Jess stared down at the knocked out victim only to hold his hand out. A burst of telekinetic energy turned his head into paste on the ground, and he greedily drank in the sudden tear in the Force. Everything falls... He repeated in his mind, truer words had never been said. All it took was the right push. It was then that on the edge of his senses he sensed a crowd begin to form near the door. Jessoin's grin grew manic and in the blink of an eye, his green orbs shone gold.
"Brace yourself, T..."
Growled Jessoin as the Force began to thunder around them. It pooled into the man in great torrents and he turned to face the wall. With a deep inhale his eyes would bulge slightly, his skin rising in goosebumps at the sheer amount of the darkside that roared within him. He lurched forward with an otherworldly bellow- painfully high pitched and yet ground shaking deep in it's bass. The door they had just entered and the wall around it would buckle before blasting outward, shards of metal dicing and slicing the troopers and security force behind it. A surprisingly large group, clearly meant to 'end' the threat that had invaded. He could hear the ones hit by the blast groaning as they struggled to recover from the concussive blast. There would be no recovery for them though. Through the dust cause by the blasted metal and duracrete lanced Jessoin, lightsaber lit and laughing.
He plunged the red blade into one trooper's chest before whirling to decapitate another. Jess growled as his armored back took a couple shots from a blaster, only for his hand to lance out in the Force to crush the weapon in its owner's hands. The energy within exploded, killing the owner and two others in a flare of orange energy. Jessoin barked a laugh and backhanded away a security guard who pulled a knife. The Zelosian pulled the knife from the man with the Force and flung it right back to bury the blade into another's neck. A blast of lightning would end the guard, his body twitching from the leftover electricity. Jessoin turned blood red eyes at another trooper as he began to warm up a heavy blaster repeater. Unseen hands wrenched that trooper's head clear around, the crunch of his spine audible. The last of the crowd was dispatched with blasts of lightning, the air crackling around the man as purple arcs of energy jolted off his body to ground.
Jessoin stood there panting, small cuts on his torso would ooze lightly, and dark bruises would begin to form dotted across his bare skin. Sweat glistened over his body, gleaming red in the glow of his lightsaber. His matching red eyes turned to Tesa slowly as he tried to control his breathing, not a single body left around would be living. With his weapon still ignited Jess would turn and stalk back into the room through the shattered wall, his red eyes locked on the door opposite that lead to the reactor room. His words would drip venomously as he growled.
"Let us be done with this place then..."
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Post by Squee on May 6, 2013 13:29:32 GMT -5
“Brace… myself?” Tesa questioned. Her fingers were plucking the datapad from the terminal as the download completed. Half a step and a turn of her head found Jessoin facing toward the door they’d just entered. Her eyebrow quirked curiously and through their temporarily established bond, she got the sense danger was nearby.
And the Force swirled in great gusts around them, though Jessoin was the eye of the whirling torrent. It drew into him as he commanded it, compacting it in preparation. By the Force… she couldn’t help thinking as she looked on. He is ridiculously powerful. She heard him inhale deeply, and her memory reminded her of the last time he’d done that. Just a few minutes ago…
Her hands clapped over her ears. Even then, his bellow vibrated her down to the bone. Her spine raced with shivers. Tesa didn’t stop the brief, moment of relief that she was not on the receiving end as she watched the wall in front of him buckle and break. Just… Force damn.
Death permeated and tainted the Force around her instantly. Her sixth sense all too keenly noticed the quaking chasms, from which Jessoin drew upon with ease and comfort. The torn cavities in the Force brought Tesa no such greatness. Her thirst for fear strengthened with each addition to the tattered remnants of the once living beings. With each death, she felt as if part of her sucked away, leaving her drier. Her hungry addiction tried, despite her wishes, to single out the dying men’s terror. But when death was so quickly upon them, there was no time to relish in their horror.
Instead, she parched. Not a single body to terrorize. Not a single enjoyable moment of fear to block out the weighty pressure of death. She drew within herself and tried to shut it out, to ignore it. It continued to leak around her, building with each life Jessoin took. It was so complete and undeniable, a constant echo in her ears and head. A knot twisted within her chest, and her heart throbbed achingly.
I don’t want this… The emptiness was everywhere. It eroded her emotional barriers, making them weaker, and weaker. Her hands were back on her ears, as if that would block out the silence where there had been once been a thriving soul. Breathe, Tesa… She found herself sinking onto the floor instead.
The next heart beat was awfully painful. Sawnders flooded her mind. His frailty, at first, how ashen he’d looked upon his death bed. How he’d never taken any of the medication she’d brought him. How frustrating that the man would not help himself and then blatantly refuse her help. Tesa shut her eyes, but the images came through all the clearer. The weakness of his body. The faltering of his presence. Fluctuations of life… only to ebb and disappear.
Her knees drew up and she leaned her forehead onto her knees. “I don’t want this…” I don’t want to remember. She didn’t want the pain. She hated him for dying, for leaving, for not letting her try to stop it from happening. She didn’t want to miss his grandfatherly smile or his gaze of pride. She didn’t… she didn’t…
Jessoin’s voice startled her, and she looked up rapidly. “Yes…” Her voice was too small. Inwardly, Tesa snarled at her feebleness and started again. “Yes,” she agreed, more strongly this time. She stood to her feet carefully. “If we are ready…” Tesa turned to the terminal, starting the timer, and removing her datachip. “We should probably start running now.” I am ready to be done.
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Post by Dutch on May 7, 2013 16:54:26 GMT -5
Jessoin grinned madly, his eyes still crimson as the Darkside channeled his form. His stride lead him forward, not even looking Tesa's way. Lightsaber still clutched in his left hand, his right launched forward, hand forming a claw as tendrils of the Force snaked out to grasp the edges of the metal door that opened to the reactor chamber. With a hissing growl Jess pulled that same arm back roughly, the door flipping end over end as it was torn from the hinges. It slammed into the wall and stuck out jutting, the force of the impact impaling it. Without stopping his pace he moved forward, the Force leaving a trail of crackling energy in his wake. Purple arcs of lightning would begin to leap from around his presence, conducted to the closest metal object as possible and sparking as it lanced out. He continued to build up his reservoir, knowing for a while now that it would take a lot of power to overcharge and destroy the reactors.
The room was impossibly large, far bigger than it had looked in the diagrams they had studied before arrival. Several stories high and easily hundreds of yards around, the room was dominated by the two pillar-like reactors. From ceiling to floor, bright blue circuitry glowed, and arcs of white energy lanced between the two massive nodes that connected ceiling and floor. The sight gave Jessoin pause- at first. Gleaming red eyes looked up at the pillars aggressively. They would fall. Everything would fall. Jessoin inhaled and exhaled a few times, deeper and deeper as the Force felt like it would explode from within him from the sheer amount. He could hardly focus on anything else around him, the humming in his presence drowning out all noise to him. Jess would turn sideways and hold his right hand out, eyes never leaving the pillars. The energy released would at first spray out from all around his arm, violet lightning slamming into the ground and dissipating in mid-air as it was funneled more and more forward.
The two energies would slam into one another, the electricity squealing in a bellow as the currents combined. White and purple interlaced, but it became quickly apparent that Jessoin's was much more potent. He leaned forward with a thrust of his arm, another surge adding several more forks of lightning to latch on. Jessoin's expression was a mixture of focus and unbridled joy as the Force roared through him, making his body tense. With a long, low growl of effort he pushed more of himself until finally he heard the telltale shriek of machinery failing. Instead of relaxing, Jessoin began to walk forward, steady and sure footed. The ropes of lightning that snapped and shot from him became thicker and brighter, their power making the static electricity in the room nigh unbearable.
And then it happened, the first pillar buckled and a massive explosion started to bloom. As fast as the lightning had formed it ended for Jess to push his hand forward palm out, a bubble-like barrier snapping around Tesa and himself to protect them from the flames and metal that billowed outwards from the first reactor. Jessoin turned his near slack smile to Tesa, eyes burning red and bloodshot. She now saw what he was capable of, the amount of destruction that could be beckoned at his fingertips any second. He didn't even see the droid come charging through the flames, one of its claw-like arms smashing through the barrier and smacking Jessoin head-over-heels away. The droid was crab-like, standing on four scuttling legs with two massive pincer-esque arms. It had no visible head, just a large disc shaped body with many optics, and was at least twenty feet high. A maintenance/security droid for the reactors. It scuttled forward, making a line right for Tesa.
Both claws raised high to slam down on the girl, when a familiar blast of lightning would lance out to knock it sideways and away. Jessoin stood there panting with both arms forward and smoking from the blast he had just released. He began to stumble forward, breath ragged and cuts bleeding.
"Step away machine, I'm not done with you yet..."
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Post by Squee on May 21, 2013 18:38:08 GMT -5
He had an immeasurable amount of raw talent. And a man like Jessoin had no business commanding such power. Tesa had watched, earlier, as he had stripped through walls and torn through metal, making it melt away in a curl. The red of his eye, the screaming of his presence, the bellow of the Force as it clambered around him… His being pulsed like a thousand beating drums. The door crumbled under his grasp and he forced it tumbling through the air… it bit through the wall like a sword slipping into flesh.
In these moments, he was not a Zelosian man. He was a monster encompassed in the dark side, oozing barbarianism, his connection with class gone. An aggressive, mad dog with one purpose: to destroy. This was his gift, Tesa realized as she watched the lightning pop around him. It meshed with that of the reactors and yet Jessoin stood his ground. This was his present to this universe: his capacity and sure will to bring destruction and devastation. To bring anything to bow on its knees.
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, just as the hair on her head began to tease with the static electricity. A crisp smell had filled the air, much like the smell of ozone from a lightsaber, only more potent. Tesa walked away from against the doorframe, steps taken lightly so the sound was lessoned. Though Jess’s focus seemed unlikely to shift, she did not want to turn such power into her. She stopped several meters behind him.
This is why you’re in the Sith, Zarander. Sandy eyes stared upon the pillar. Her previous distress was forgotten in his insuperable use of the Force. It roiled and raved, feeling wild and almost uncontained, much like the rabid individual who existed in front of her. This is why Renata wants you. This is why any Sith will want you, and just about every lowlife will crawl and lick your boots for your favor. You could triumph over any person, because you’ve surpassed what most cannot. What I cannot. There was nothing strange in why he wasn't one of the top already.
The man, for all his prowess and skill, lacked fundamental control over himself. Could he bring himself down from this high and not lash out? Tesa dearly hoped so, for her own life’s sake. Here was a man who thought he had control, that he had the ability to, when he didn’t have it in his own life. He could carve and melt and destroy, but only where he was told.
And that… is simply sad. The reactor buckled and the fire began to billow. Frack. “Jessoin!” She should have taken her steps backward, but she took them forward. Tesa had no ability of protection, nothing to cover them from the flames. But she could put out fires and heal burns if it kept him alive. Someone of his strength, while shouldn’t have it, did not need to perish.
Then the barrier snapped around her, encasing her in the same bubble as him. His smile turned to her, and Tesa met his hot gaze by drawing herself tall. The fire washed over and around them. In those moments, her life depended on the monster to maintain his barrier, to believe, somewhere, she was worthy enough to be kept alive. Watching his face, she could tell he enjoyed this, but probably not nearly as much as he’d gleefully slaughtered people earlier.
Then Tesa watched as a large, metallic something crushed through the barrier, making it fizzle away. It struck Jessoin and sent him away. A trailing finger of fire encircled her arm, catching her uniform ablaze. With a cry of pain and panic, Tesa struggled to rip off her uniform blouse in haste. Tossing the blouse to the ground, her hands immediately clasped at the ends of her hair, curling and burning away with little flares clinging to it. The nerves in her hands fired off, and she ignored natural instinct to keep her hand away. Hair smoking, Tesa turned annoyed eyes to the clattering sound. Her hand smarted with seared nerves, but the Force flowed to it swiftly, a growl starting between clenched teeth.
“You burnt… my hair…” she told the machine as it raised claws over her. Her hand thrust upward, a telekinetic burst rolling from her palm to knock back its arms, as lightning caught it and jerked it to the side. The droid clanged away with loud groaning, and Tesa turned to Jessoin as she clasped her injured arm with a burnt hand. If he wanted to crush it, he could decimate it, and Tesa wasn’t going to stand in his way.
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