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Post by Atia on Aug 22, 2013 7:13:55 GMT -8
She fiented to be shocked and scarred, she wasnt holding the cleaver anymore so she just put her hands high, even manadged to have shaky hands.
-Diana- "Wha... What do you mean? I... I am Diana, my uncle runs this place, he is in lessu for business I... I just want to be left alone I havent done anyhting harm! Please, lower the weapon!"
She slowly got down to her knees. She was showing her pamls all the way as she did to be less of a threat.
-Diana- "Please please please dont hurt me, please, I am just a clekr, please have mercy!"
Very few combat techniques work with how you get out of a kneeling position, but the banshees were deadly when in a submassive pose... Inside, the sisters of Diana heard muffled voices. The three beats with the cleaver alerted them to danger and now they heard a male voice along with Dianas. They were in the middle freezer of the three, ready to strike if needed, but couldnt get out of the freezer without alerting whoever was on the other side. They were trapped in ways.
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 22, 2013 17:47:32 GMT -8
Get up. Though he tried to sound tough, he was clearly more scared than his "hostage." Open that door.
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Post by Atia on Aug 24, 2013 5:52:41 GMT -8
The Yellow woman stood up with shaky leggs. She could have leaped at him just at that moment, but she risked to be hit. The Male was stil pointing the spear at her. All Diana could do now was to hold up the facade, and hope that her sisters had thought up something. She took the shaky stepps to the freezer the male pointed at... how did he know? How could he guess his way here? Is it because of the forceling captive? Is he a Force user?
-Diana- "I... I... Please, they forced me, men came, and told me they would kill my doughters if I tell... please..."
Shaky hands failing to open the freezer door once, then she tried to focus up more courige, or at least act like she did, and opened it up. At once she took a couple stepps back and fell down to her knees sobbing
-Diana- "Mercy... please... mercy... for my doughters..."
The sight that followed was horrible for someone who hates slavery at its core. Seven twilek females were colared and had their hands bound behind their backs in a deactivated freezer storage room. One was lieing in the corner with a large bulge right between the Lekku-s from a strike, the other six were standing on their toes with meathooks holding them up by the slaves collar. If they let themselves down, the colar will suffocate them, so they will have to hold up this unconfterble pose. Torture. Of course, three of those were Banshees. The banshees were not hooked on the meathooks, this slight misconception was hidden by their Lekkus. And they were of course not bound either, they held a meathook in both hands behind their backs, out of sight. They were placed in a triangle formation inside the room with the base of the triangle turned towards the door. A red, a hybrid and a blue. The actual slaves didnt dare to make a sound, two of their friends were in the freezer next door, and they were told that those two would freeze to death there if they made any sounds. The banshees cept prisoners in check by creating bonds between them and then using that bond to make them do things they never would.
As the "slaves" saw their "rescuer" three started whimpering for mercy and rescue... they acted their part perfectly, to the point where they even believed they were captives of cruel slavers. It wasnt hard. They all were captives of cruel slavers twice upon their lifes, once when they became slaves, and once when The Mistress saved them...
-39- "Please... make it stop... help..."
-37- "Oh... thank gods thank gods thank gods thank gods..."
-38- "Please, release us... dont leave us here!"
Worst was the two decaying corspes hanging from their own meathooks... they even smelled foul. This was a horror to behold.
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 26, 2013 4:27:35 GMT -8
The Sesk'nasbilai was frozen with panic. He'd never seen anything like this, ever. The sense of danger that he felt in the Force was overwhelming. Still his mind tried to solve a problem. She said "gods." There weren't "gods," just Kika'lekki, the Mother Goddess. It was wrong. He felt that he could not trust what he was seeing, but he did not know what to do.
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Post by Atia on Aug 27, 2013 7:17:50 GMT -8
Diana knew what to do. Pushing herself off the ground with speed she aimed to tackle the law officer in the back, hopefully squashing his lekku-s too, if he was wearing them behind his back that is. Her main goal was to push herself and the male into the Freezer, while slamming the door shut behind them. As soon as Diana made her contact with the law enforcer, the banshees desguised as slaves would strike. In unision they reached their meathooks out, screamed an earshattering scream and would start hacking away at the males weapon arm, thighs, torso and leggs, pulling him wherever the hooks set their fangs. Hopefully, if Diana manadged to close the door most of the sound would be quaranteened inside. Same as the whipmering and crying of the real slaves. If the male was left to the Banshees mercy, they would stabb him till he couldnt move, and ask questions from his dieing body...
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 28, 2013 5:19:46 GMT -8
The Force user was caught completely off guard. He was a member of the religious sect, not a warrior. When the hit came, his spear flew from his grasp. From there, he could basically curl into the fetal position to try to protect his body until the attack stopped or death came. The attacks came so quickly, he could barely make more sound than a constant whimpering.
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Post by Atia on Aug 28, 2013 16:51:13 GMT -8
The horror of those sounds... cries of fear mixed with that devilish scream that came through the throats of the captor Twilek females. The voice distortion devices in their collars transformed the sound to something demonic, as if a hurt and tormented ghast was screaming, the sound tearing at your soul. The hooks sped forward, ready to tear into flesh and pull the man into three directions...
-Diana- "Stop."
The hooks stoped mid air. The male had yielded. An other perfect example of his puny kind. Diana stepped beside one of her sisters and took the hook from her hand, pointing at the thrown away spear. The unarmed sister went to get it.
-Diana- "Not much of a warrior are you? How did you find us, and dont you dare lieing. You will end like them."
She waved with the hook towards the decaying corpses. Their smell was horrific, just as their colour or the pool of goo that was forming under them. One of the banshees asked DIana why she had the new recruits in the same room as the corpses and her answer was easy. So they get accostumed to death.
-Diana- "Sit up, put your hands behind your back."
A banshee was ready to bind him with rope.
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 31, 2013 5:07:43 GMT -8
With the pain stopped, the Sesk'nasbilai summoned his courage and the Force to himself. He sat up, but did not put his hands behind his back.
I found you like THIS!
With that, the man Force pushed out as hard as he could in all directions. He did not have the control of a Jedi Master, but he hoped to at least knock them all down and stun them. Then he sprung to his feet, bolting for the door.
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Post by Atia on Sept 3, 2013 9:51:02 GMT -8
He should not have talked. Banshees know the face of defiance, they are bread to break it. As his mouth let go of the first letters, Diana aimed a jab at the mans nose. A strike there would break any concentration, inclouding balance and maybe the concentration of bone. Her sisters acted too, but a bit too late, since they didnt see the mans face like Diana. They aimed to hook their meathooks into the mans torso. This would only be possible if the man doesnt let go of his Force Wave, that is, if Dianas strike bares fruit. Otherwise, they would be swept away.
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 4, 2013 7:21:10 GMT -8
The blow hit, but the Wave unleashed on instinct. Its power was diminished, but it still went in an effort to protect the man.
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Post by Atia on Sept 5, 2013 5:00:11 GMT -8
The women were flung back, the captives on the meathooks whimpered, the captors WITH the meathooks flew back against the wall and the male was out the fridge door. He was past the counter as he could hear the angry animalistic hisses that came from his persuers, swift feet on linoleum carpeting following him. He was by the door when the huntress Diana reached her cleaver and flung it at the crack of his buttocks. She aimed to maim him, not to kill him, and the most painfull parts that wont kill you are your muscles and intestines.
But there was hope, there was a cars sound outside, if the twilek male only reached that car, he might be able to get help. Unlucky for him, it was one of the bashees coming home with a hover-van, newly stolen from the spaceport parking lot with malfunctioning cameras. The van wont be reported for a good couple of days.
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 6, 2013 18:24:42 GMT -8
The Twi'lek, still too exhausted from the beating, when down like a sack of munch fungus when the cleaver struck his thigh. From the ground, he could only think of one thing, his wife, whom he reached out to through the Force. Help me...
With that, he passed out.
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Post by Atia on Sept 8, 2013 13:43:57 GMT -8
Diana had to think fast. Her new captive had to be questioned. Two force-users in one day? The extent of this needs to be known. The male was wearing a weapon openly, that must mean he was some kind of official, law enforcement most assureadly. Allthough... a spear? It was known that some worlds held their police force armment downgraded so they would not iniciate an arms race with the criminals of their kin. A man with a gun was more apt to be shot that one with a spear. Would ryloth have to fall in this cathegory? It was also known that worlds that employed this policy had very well trained and armed special forces to deal with dangerous criminals.
Diana came to a quick decision that the mission will have to go on above else, but without her. Just as the last of her group entered, and simply nodded signaling that her mission for a new and larger vehicle was a success Diana dealt her last order for her strike team.
-Diana- "35, you are in charge. Get all of you off world. I will get whatever I can from this one and lead the law away from you. Make sure to get everyone home, I will fend for myself. I will call you when I have information. Off with you."
Night had fallen, as much night as it can fall in the twilight zone underground. Most people would be at home watching holo with their families or allready sleeping from a hard day at work. But some would be up... if what she thought was true, soon people would be looking for this soon to be corpse. Force users had ways to communicate, as the Mistresses did. She had to go with the worst case scenario, and that was that they were looking for him. SHe had to be fast. While the captive women were loaded into the van wich was parked just inches from the front door so nobody actually would see the embarking, Diana packed up a bag for her time with their new male guest. A backpack with knives from the butcher, couple packs of salt, vinegar, strong pepper powder, and a handfull of meathooks. Putting that in the active freezer (minus 20 celsuis or so) she kissed her sisters goodbye. Calmly changing the sign from "OPEN" to "CLOSED" on the door, and locking it, activating the alarm (wasnt hard to slice these civilian alarms) she pulled her captive into the freezer by his uninjured leg.
She would have to work fast. She set two meathooks up and hang them from the rings in the cealing, then grabbed the mans hand and would plunge his palm onto the hook, so it would be impaled strait through. Or, that is what she was going to do. hopefully the cold and the pain would wake him. Mind you, she had still not pulled the clever out of his calf. She was ready to defend herself if he tried to wave around with his still working limbs.
The van packed with the captives drove off into the city...
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 9, 2013 5:32:41 GMT -8
The Sesk'nasbilai moaned with pain and shivered from both cold and blood loss, but he did not wake.
Meanwhile...
The neighborhood canvas had yielded nothing but people who were irritated to be awakened. His people were tired. Worm was ready to give up when they intercepted a call to police. A lady reported that her husband, a Force-user who was of the temple caste, said that her husband left to investigate a feeling. Some minutes later, she felt her husbands touch, felt his pain and fear. This was a second Force-user taken, and this one much more recently. They mounted up and blew through the city to the woman's house, nearly hitting a truck on the way. By the time the police arrived, two of his soldiers, a male and female, had questioned the wife while the rest began their search. They elected for stealth, searching in squads.
Instead of remaining with the truck, Worm grabbed his illicit weapon from the beneath his seat and set out on foot. Though his face was disfigured and his eyes remained in a constant squint, he searched through the dark. He stopped to rest his whithered legs before a butcher's shop. As he caught his breath, he noticed the closing time. Why would the lights be on so long after closing? His anger boiling, Worm did not even wait for backup. He merely took his Disruptor Pistol from his pocket and disintegrated the front door.
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Post by Atia on Sept 19, 2013 4:38:38 GMT -8
The alarm went off and Diana only had moments to react. If someone actually walked in, it was no customer. They had reason to come in, and that is why she plunged one of the knives into the twileks ear, killing him at once. She had to take a second then to think over her next moves, and when she was done, she did those moves. Taking an other knife, she Cut herself right under the left breast. Cuts were not new, she had had them before, she didnt even flinch. THe grimasing and grinding of teeth came when she plunged the knife right through her right thigh. A fleshwound true, but god damned it hurt! She was crying, but still silent when she focussed in on the hook right beside the dead priest, and with a powerfull swing, she inpaled her own hand on the hook.
This time she whimpered as the tears from the pain came, and she might have chipped a tooth as she slammed her mouth shut. Then she just let it all out, let the pain take over her mind and the instinct of survival take over. She wanted to be rescued and the alarm was sounding...
She let out a weak cry. Not even the refrigerator quaranteened the sound.
When Worm was going to open the door, he would see a heap of torture insturment all bloody (Diana dripped them full of blood when she was hurting herself) and a couple split nerf parts hanging from the cealing. In addition, two twileks would be hanging from hooks too, a male priest hanging by the hand, with a knife launged in his ear, and a female in a normal local garb with a cut under her left breast and a knife through her right thigh, tears flowing down her cheeks.
And it would be cold. Oh so cold.
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 19, 2013 10:50:35 GMT -8
When Worm opened the door, he was not shocked, nor disgusted. His twisted eyes betrayed no pity. He'd seen worse. He'd done worse. He's had far worse done to him. He scanned the whole room. He saw bodies, fresh and old, and one that might soon be dead. He kept the pistol ready and turned on his comlink with his withered left hand.
=Worm= Worm to Obyrru. My location is the butcher shop. There are a few dead and one wounded. Send an ambulance. We must have just missed them. Lock down this level, as well as the spaceport. Find them.
At last, he put down the comlink and spoke to the woman. Wake up you. Death is not here for you yet, and I have questions that you will answer.
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Post by Atia on Sept 22, 2013 15:25:37 GMT -8
In hindsight, this might not have been a very good idea. The pain was excrusiating. Every little move she made was immensly painfull, and the cold was getting to her. She had felt this pain before, and even worse, but all pain is new, while it is in effect, and she grunted. Then, the door opened, and the most hidious specimen of male Twilek endeted. Options went through her head like lightning. How would a free twilek, newly captive, tortured react? She decided on fear and obidience. She would have to act as if her captors were still here.
Then he ruinned that option by talking... but... she had a hard time focusing on him, she was too hurt, everything too painfull. Her good hand was around the knife in her thigh, holding her blood back and her eyes were on the male. Full of tears and fear. Acting afraid was not hard, she had been afraid nearly all her life, all she had to do was loose controll...
The twilek woman whipmered, and looked down on the floor as soon as the male entered, as if ordered to do so.
-Diana- "As... as you command, master."
She wanted to command pitty for a captive who have been tortured and forced the protocolls of slavitude. A broken soul.
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 23, 2013 12:43:18 GMT -8
=Worm= How long have they been gone?
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Post by Atia on Sept 23, 2013 16:39:49 GMT -8
-Diana, with a weak voice- "Minutes, hours... I dont know. Please master, let me go... I wont tell anyone..."
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 25, 2013 6:19:27 GMT -8
Worm considered the woman carefully. This was off. She should be asking for help, not release, and certainly not calling him "master." This was the lure, he was sure. In his mind, perhaps more twisted than his body, this made her a slaver, not a victim.
How long have you worked for them?
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