Atia
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Post by Atia on Sept 25, 2013 11:27:06 GMT -8
He knew. It was not because of his question that she realised, but HOW he asked it. He was confident. He knew why he asked what he has asked, and the knife cut and stabbed twilek imige of herself would not change his mind. Her mannerisms changed from the whimpering weakling she played and she became Diana, The Huntress. The woman erected herself as much as her wounded leg allowed her...
-Diana- "We do not work..."
... and made three motions at once. Her hooked hand she pushed up, so the hook slid out of her palm, and her free hand pulled the blade out of her thigh. The third was to push her jaw down, over her slaves collar and make a small motion that switched the voice distortion device in it. The voice that came out of her mouth was a horrid deamonic sound, a high pitched whailing.
-Diana- "... We Serve."
The pain was excrutiating, but she could take it, and saying those words she so strongly believed in did well for a grunt from said ailment. She didnt even flinch when she pulled herself free from the blade and hook. Even for her wounds, she looked as if she was ready to fight, if not fight very well. She had lost a lot of blood from her now useless ruse, and the cold had tainted her skin, she felt as cold as her heart was.
And she knew that she was weak.
THat is why she went down to one knee, placed her nose to the cold metal flooring of the refrigeration cabin, and put the blade at worms feet.
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 26, 2013 5:59:00 GMT -8
Worm had been tortured by an Anzati. For decades. This made him an expert in torture, knowing what worked first hand. He did not flinch nor fear. He knew the disruptor pistol could evaporate the woman the instant he so decided. Though his body was weak, his mind was strong, and those squinted eyes showed strength, fire, and an evil within. His voice was low, but commanding.
You serve me now.
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Post by Atia on Sept 26, 2013 6:09:30 GMT -8
She knew a disruptor weapon when she saw one. They had hundreds of it back home. She was a Named Banshee, she would do anything for survival. It was expected of her.
-Diana- "As you wish master."
She said after deactivating the voice distortion device the same way she activated it, unseen and well hidden. She realised something then. A GPS transmitter would be rather usefull in these collars. If she survives this mission, she will suggest the change to the Mistress.
-Diana- "What is your command?"
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 26, 2013 11:55:19 GMT -8
=Worm= Tell me everything, the truth, this time.
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Post by Atia on Sept 26, 2013 13:09:38 GMT -8
Everything?
Everything.
She sat up on her hunches and looked at the disfigured Twilek, and thus her story began...
-Diana- "I was sold very young. First as a hounse servant on Hutta. I was smuggled off from Ryloth, from this city actually when I was six. I was trained, and well cept. Then, when I bloomed, I was sold again. There... I wasnt well cept. A cheap brothel. When the Mistress raided the brothel, she took four of us for herself, and let the rest go, the non Twi'leks. She opened my eyes.
She can open yours too..."
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 26, 2013 13:38:21 GMT -8
Worm stared darkly at the woman, his face which permanently remained as a sneer took on a whole new darkness.
These eyes are open as far as they get. Now tell me of your mistress, so that I can send you back to her with a proper message.
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Post by Atia on Sept 26, 2013 14:31:41 GMT -8
She knew what he meant. She saw the cold in his eyes, and the wording was ... "propper". She activated the voice distortion device one last time.
-Diana- "Everyone is a slave, some has just not accepted it yet."
The deamonic, screeching voice again, and she had defience in her eyes, but did not move an inch. She was ready.
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 27, 2013 5:57:52 GMT -8
=Worm= You have no idea. The difference being my Master is worthy. Now tell me of you mistress, and stop stalling.
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Post by Atia on Sept 27, 2013 7:02:51 GMT -8
She deactivated the voice distortion device, and spoke.
-Diana- "Do you remember the slaver base in the darklands? About half a year ago. Eight thausand slaves held by a sith lord and his forces. We found them. We killed them all, but we came too late. He started to gas the slaves, because his base was built. We saved hundreds still. There is my Mistress for you, cleaning your own back yard.
We killed them all, to the last man, and burned their base. You can find it. I can show you..."
She will stall. Stalling is life.
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 27, 2013 17:18:35 GMT -8
Worm turned down the power on the disruptor, narrowing the size of the beam. You're a poor listener.
He fired a single shot, aimed at the left hand of the kneeling slave.
Who is your Master? Where do I find her?
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Post by Atia on Sept 29, 2013 12:56:56 GMT -8
She saw him tinker with her gun and shuffled in to her right, behind the killed holyman. The shot glew past her hand, missing her by a mare inch and hit a hole in the floor. The hole then slowly started to widen, as the disintegrators energy simply undid the materials of the floor untill it just stopped. The Banshee had thrown herself in beind the killed priest, using the corpse as a cover. She only got out of that cover enough for her to see the man with one eye. It was clear that she did not want to die, she wasnt attacking Worm, just hiding from his weapon.
"Let me go, and she wont find you... kill me, and you open a door you will never see unopenned again. I am more worth to you alive then... non existing. Do you really have the luxury to mess with something you dont even comprehend?"
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Post by Crom'nen on Sept 30, 2013 6:11:45 GMT -8
Worm was not chosed for this job for his patience, but for being willing to commit atrocities equal to or greater than their enemies in hopes that the people of Ryloth would be spared such horrors. With calm deliberation, the ruined creature that was Worm turned up the power on the disruptor.
Last. Chance.
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Post by Atia on Sept 30, 2013 6:25:29 GMT -8
She had one last chance, true. She said it. One word. One word may save her life.
"Crucible."
She would take any penance if she saw her mistress again. IF she saw her mistress again. If this didnt take him unawares and made her life worth keeping, nothing did.
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Post by Crom'nen on Oct 1, 2013 11:35:15 GMT -8
=Worm= Explain.
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Post by Atia on Oct 1, 2013 11:41:35 GMT -8
"Something for something. I explain the crucible, and you let me go. Letting me go is the better choice, male."
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Post by Crom'nen on Oct 1, 2013 11:48:50 GMT -8
Worm's sole response was to increase the power of the output on the pistol and aim once more.
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Post by Atia on Oct 2, 2013 2:38:47 GMT -8
"I suggest you put me in some dark hole, and then check in your databases for the word Crucible. You will want me alive when you realise what it is. Otherwise... You shoot me down and you bring down a curse on this planet so powerfull you can not imagine."
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Post by Crom'nen on Oct 3, 2013 4:31:27 GMT -8
As if on cue, members of Worm's black ops organization, the Obyrru, arrived at the shop. Soldiers came in, and seeing their boss aiming at what appears to be a slave girl, took aim at her as well. While four soldiers aimed at her, others came in and searched the bodies. Watch her. She's one of them, and has abilities. Bind her well.
One soldier came behind her and placed a pair of binders on her, the type that could deliver shocks by remote or if the wearer pulled against them too hard. One would get the impression that they had done this before, and were both well trained an almost as merciless as their boss. Only with the Binders in place did Worm pull out his datapad and step out to the counter and began a search for the word. If the search yielded nothing interesting to him, he might very well execute the girl for the purpose of summoning this "storm" which she went on about. After all, hunting is easier when the prey comes to you.
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Post by Atia on Oct 4, 2013 11:08:22 GMT -8
She let out a breath as what she thought to be the local police departments commando unit. The uggly male said orders and started to play with his datapad. She was ganged, four ready to disintegrate her with bursts of blasterbolts, and an other readying cuffs. She smiled at him and reached her hands forwards. He shook his head, and got to her back. As she turned her hands to her back, with a quick slight of hand she manadged to turn the ring on her right ringfinger. As the ring was now only looking like a normal wedding ring to the outside, the diamond turned downards she could flip the diamond open like a lid revealing a tiny blade. As the commando was about to put the cuff on her, she grabbed onto his hand hard. The prick would barely be felt as she sealed his fate with poison. She would mask this with the mans shame, because when she pricked him, she spoke, with an innocent tone.
-Diana- "But... wont you frisk me?"
Said the beautifull twilek slave girl sitting on her knees meekly. The Obyrru would surely give her a beating for the resistance, or at least a shove, but she would take it.
The frisking became intresting though.
after 10 minutes, they had accumilated two throwingknives, two punching blades, a fingerblade, three knives, a switchblade, an energyblade (only an inch of cutting power), a butterfly and one of her shoes had a springblade installed. She was very helpfull to point out the blades they had missed, and commanded them on their thuroughness, claiming they had the highest score this far of all friskings. She then rubbed some salt in that wound by claiming she "Forgot to tell them of this one" and she produced a tiny knife wrapped in folie from her mouth.
The pricked man should feel a faint sweatting comming on by now. Maybe just the mixture of action, disgust for the locale, and the weight of the gear...
Worm would have a couple minutes of going through movie reviews concerning a "The Crucible" holofilm made in the local film studio. It was a horror-thriller about a sith lord controlling a slave training fascility. There was also a porn version with the same title. Finally, the online dictionary and enciklopedia helped him out. After a couple articles describing the actual meaning of the word, there was a historical foot note.
Crucible, The - The Crucible was a ancient massive millenary slave-trading organization. No reports on present activity. Sith involvement possible.
The article lacked content, but surely a thurough search in a library would give more.
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Post by Crom'nen on Oct 9, 2013 11:03:55 GMT -8
The pricked trooper was beginning to feel the effects, but Twi'lek phisiology was tough, and he was well trained. He let no signs show in his face or posture. Worm, however, went to the girl.
How do you communicate with your mistress?
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