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Post by Darth Lura on May 2, 2015 16:46:03 GMT -8
She stood.. But it wasn't by her own volition. Her body was acting of its own accord, and she could feel the presence of another mind within her own. Her eyes focused on the woman before her, gathering the Force in her hand to power an attack, and Valerie knew that she had a choice to make: save her mind, or save her body.
In the face of what she stood against, the choice was fairly obvious.
She was tired of having her control taken away from her. Ambuscade had stripped her of her freedom, her family, her home, and her power to choose her path for that week. Andor had given that option back to her, and she was not going to relinquish that power anytime soon. She focused on the presence in her mind, taking all the fear and anger from the past week and channeling it into that offending presence..
You don't belong here, she thought as the Force Burst was loosed upon her. She could feel it impact her, feel it carry her into the air and throw her backwards with more force than she expected, but her mind was focused on one thing.
Get. OUT.
She hit the wall as her eyes clouded over, the deep brown being replaced by a flash of red and yellow before they closed from the impact, a lance of pain striking down her spine, her vision going red..
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Post by Luxeria on May 3, 2015 10:53:04 GMT -8
Luxeria smiled as the Force Burst hit its target and sent Valerie flying. Despite the success of her physical attack, she could feel the building darkness inside her. It became a storm of dark emotions, the Dark-side in her becoming stronger. She felt the push of Val against her mental attack. It was strong, severing parts of her connection. She had followed a similar pattern as she had against Andor, except Val was pushing with the darkness building in her while Luxeria had made slices through Andor's connection.
There were so many realities that were being revealed, maybe to Andor than the girls. Luxeria knew what she wanted, sought the darker path of control and willingly descended into darkness to obtain what she needed while Valerie sought power to protect herself from anyone. She was much more calm for the most part and could probably focus her power and the Dark-side better than Valerie. However, Luxeria had had a wonderful life, living on Coruscant with a rich family, barely experiencing hardships, none worth anything in the long run. When it came to her emotions, the most she had felt was anger for a certain man and the Jedi for rejecting her, which were petty in the long run and held no true substance. Even her emotions she gained when facing Andor the first time were losing there potency at seeing the truth of what he was doing. Her only true emotion that held anything was her hate for Valerie. Compared to the feelings and experiences Valerie had seen would trump Luxeria, allowing greater build of emotions which could lead to far greater power once she learned to fully focus them. Two apprentices walking down the dark path, each different on its road. The question, who would become the greater?
As Valerie pushed against Luxeria's mind, it wasn't long before Luxeria let go on her own. Against the build of emotions, she would have been forced out eventually. She hoped she had done enough against her fellow apprentice, some physical damage and breaking her mental barriers. The real question was, what state did that leave Valerie in? Was she broken and in capable of attack, or had she just awakened an animal ready to attack? Her steps slow, she approached Valerie, catching her breath from the mental assault. She reached out her right hand to the saber she had held up until Val's first attack. It flew to her and she gripped it in a normal grip, letting it rest at her side. She continued on until she was about five feet away and stopped, looking at Val with a tilted head.
"Well, what's next? Done with your little tantrum?" Her voice was dark, yet held a little life, almost as if it was laughing behind her words.
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Post by Darth Lura on May 3, 2015 19:11:02 GMT -8
"No."
If Aleena -- who, as far as Valerie knew, was still going by that name -- had known her fellow apprentice more than cursorily, she would have realized instantly the trouble she was in. Perhaps Andor would have noticed before she did, having been the one to meet her on Nar Shaddaa: Valerie rarely, if ever, spoke aloud. She hadn't spoken a single word during the entirety of her plight in the Refugee Sector, and she had only uttered a single sentence during the trip to Kuat. She had made her way since then without one word coming out of her mouth.
Until now.
Her eyes opened again, the only part of her body that was moving other than the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Her back was against the wall, and her long blonde hair completely askew from the impact and covering part of her face. She was in a fair amount of pain, but her eyes were focused and sharp, her irises covered by a sheen of yellow that matched her hair, with flecks of red dancing across them.
"I'm done with you."
Her hatred for her hunter, for whoever who had hired him in the first place, for those who had taken away the safety of her home, and for this girl before her who had attacked her merely for watching a battle.. It all came out in a single instant, just as it had on Nar Shaddaa when she had had her hunter in her sights. There was no warning, simply her mind lashing out where her body couldn't. Her left hand, still pressed against the floor, suddenly tightening into a fist, all of her anger coming to a head as she narrowed her eyes at Aleena's throat, the Force wrapping around the other girl's neck and rapidly tightening.
And the power of the dark side flowing through her felt oh so GOOD...
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Post by Luxeria on May 4, 2015 5:00:44 GMT -8
The sudden grip around her neck caused her body to tense. She was familiar with the feeling, this being the third time within at least a week that she had been the victim of this power. But there was something different from the others. Both Andor and Caed used it, much more slowly. Andor had used it to demonstrate his power while building the fear of death. Caed had used it as a simple demonstration of the power that she would wield in time. But the rapidly growing tension, the building feelings of the darkness within Valerie suggested something different. She was truly aiming to hurt her if not kill her.
Time was limited in what she could do. Her breath wouldn't last long, especially with the pressure growing around her neck. Even what little ability to use the pain would be short lived. If she didn't die of suffocation, she'd die from her neck being crushed or snapped. She had no time to sort out if Valerie was aiming for her death on purpose, or if the swelling power in her wasn't fully under her control. It didn't matter. She had to stop Val quickly.
Her options were limited. She couldn't risk a deceptive move, faking unconsciousness simply out of the reality of not knowing where she would stop. She couldn't risk killing her either. She could use the same move on Val, but couldn't trust her own ability to keep it held back enough, her focus causing her to break the girl's neck. She also didn't want to face the wrath of Andor should he not want either of them dead, at least yet. She had become familiar with the ability to a degree, unknowing the reality of line of sight.
Two options were were all that was left, launch her orbs at Val or the training saber in her hand. The orbs would take a bit more focus to get them out of her pouch, leaving the last option. She focused her blood red eyes between Val and her saber. Her grip slowly lightened, as if she was fading and loosing her grip. As the blade began to fall, her hand opened just enough to let it go and sent all her focus into moving the blade at Val. She aimed it for the area between her left arm and side, hoping to cut through both just enough to disrupt Val's focus. In the very least, she aimed for some contact, though she wasn't aware of the toxin on the blade that would cause burns and paralysis as a Sith training saber would.
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Post by Darth Andor on May 6, 2015 16:13:25 GMT -8
Trail by Fire:. That was the way Andor taught. So far, his apprentices were performing remarkably. Valerie was fairing better than he had originally expected. He could also sense Luxeria's hesitation to kill, which Andor found himself frowning upon.*
*His senses were fine-tuned as he sat cross-legged, the wave of mediation finally taking Andor's mind. His body sat erect, his consciousness projecting from his body and tapping into the energies of both Valerie and Luxeria. They would feel what it felt like to be a true Sith, as Andor's personal emotions would overtake them. They would feel rejuvenated as Andor's battle meditation began to take effect, empowering his apprentices to a level that they would not be able to normally reach.*
*The black energies of the dark side protruded from his being as they etched their ways into his the two girls' minds. He was rewiring them, pushing them to their limits and beyond. It was like he was sitting in the cockpit of a speeder, his hand gripped on the throttle, and pushing it to its maximum speed and performance.*
*The intent of this was for the advantage of his apprentices. Hopefully they would be intuitive enough to accept the so-called power boost, and to take note of what it felt like to perform with such power. Andor meant for this to increase their longing to learn, and to drive them further into the corruption clasp of the Dark Side of the Force.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2015 2:08:19 GMT -8
Artemis, now dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, was sitting at one of the tables in the ships lounge mending her pants from the blaster burn in the leg. She had already slapped a bacta patch on the wound on her left thigh as soon as they got in the ship back on Fondor. It still hurt a bit but the bacta was doing its job so she could deal with what pain there was. Looking up at Emma, she set the pants aside with a thoughtful look on her face."Well Jonas sent a message to his wife and apparently she's on Selonia after having decided to go there to accept a job at the Five Worlds Medical Center since she's a certified nurse. They should be safe there. So....Selonia it is!" Artemis smiled and waved her hand in the air for dramatic effect then laughed at the look on Aros' face as he just shook his head at her and went back to cleaning his guns. |
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Post by Darth Lura on May 16, 2015 22:49:07 GMT -8
Aleena's attempt at a counterattack rang true: the blade struck Valerie's left inner arm and side, slicing into both and adding to the list of injuries sustained in the last few minutes. The burning sensation that spread throughout her left side was unexpected, and it caused her focus to waver, her hand loosening its invisible grip..
..when suddenly, she felt a power beyond her own reaching into her. And, in this moment, this pain-filled, hate-filled moment, she welcomed it with open arms.
Where one hand faltered, the other one picked up the slack, her right hand now curling around into a fist. Her left arm was bleeding slightly and in searing pain, but that pain could be dealt with later. Andor had offered her power, the power to protect herself, the power to keep herself safe, and this was just a taste of that power. She knew that he was providing her with amplified strength, and it felt good. It felt right. And if this girl wanted to hurt her, then she was going to hurt her back.
This was the power of the dark side, she realized. The power to be strong, to be focused.
There had been a moment's gap where her focus had wavered, and if Aleena had been fast about it, she would be able to take advantage of that. If not, however.. Valerie was going to have an invisible grip on her throat, and no reason to stop squeezing.
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Post by Luxeria on May 17, 2015 11:44:13 GMT -8
Luxeria felt the release of Valerie's grip on her throat. It was what she waiting for. But her original intent was to back away and rethink what to do. However, when she felt the power surging through her, her mind changed. She felt the power, the drive. In the moment gap of Valerie's power, she lunged forward, ducking down under her opponent's sight. Normally, one would make a fist a strike, however, it wasn't Luxeria's approach. Her mind was flowing with darkness, tapping into her mind and heart and guiding her actions. With it, a glimpse of who she was and the style that best suited her opened up.
Her hands stayed opened and stretched, leading to strikes with the tips of her fingers. First her right hand moved first, coming up to strike Valerie's left side, just below where the wound from the saber cut her. She pulled her right hand back and gripped the hilt of the training saber that had been stuck into the wall as her left strike came in to strike Valerie's left side, just below the arm pit. the hope was to hit tender spots in the body, which would hurt more than normal strikes at other places on the body.
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Post by Darth Andor on May 19, 2015 15:59:58 GMT -8
The Sith Lord continued manipulating his two apprentices as things began to grow more hot and exciting. He would push them both beyond their limits, but should something terribly dangerous occur, he would intervene. He couldn't afford any injured apprentices now, not when they were this close to Thule and a mission whose difficulty level was fairly unknown to the Sith. Sure, all he had to do was reestablish ties with the planetary government and the Galactic Republic and reacquisition the Sith Academy, but things were not always as easy as they seemed. The Sith understood that as he monitored the sparring between the two females before him, his battle mediation still empowering their bodies.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2015 21:55:16 GMT -8
Region: Hyperspace
Hyperlane Name: Corellian Trade Spine
Destination: The Storm's Fury in orbit of Mustafar The Skybreaker continued on its journey through the vastness of hyperspace enroute to Mustafar, where lay its next port of call, the Factory-class Ship codenamed The Storm's Fury, home of the Gamma Program. Ethan, Drew, Rylan, and Lexus were all in one of the many mess halls that were spread throughout the ship, enjoying a mid day meal, when The Colonel made his way over and sat at the head of their table, causing the others to pause as he started to nonchalantly eat his food, causing him to look at them between mouthfulsYou guys going to eat, or what? Trust me, you'll need all the strength you can get if Bahamut ever manages to catch up with us...The group quickly exchanged glances, before giving a nod to one another as they agreed now was the time to ask the Colonel about the topic they had been discussing just moments before he had shown up. Although they understood the risks of what they were doing, and the consequences of being caught, there was still a lot that they didn't fully understand about their pursuers that they hoped the Colonel could help fill them in aboutSir, I don't mean to pry too much about your past, but we were just wondering how you know soo much about Bahamut and BULWARK? Sure, we all got briefed on BULWARK as apart of our training, but it just seems like you seem to know them better than anyone else...I was wondering when you were going to have the guts to ask... You're right, I do know more than most, in fact, it was one of the reasons I was assigned to lead the Meta Team Project. Where to begin... hmmm... That seems like a good place. I trust you all remmeber the briefing about BULWARK yes?Yes sir. It is an agency lead by Director Bahamut, and consists of a handful of agents under his command, aboard a Legacy-class Star Destroyer known as The Reaper. From what I ever managed to find out, the agents belong to two Teams: Liger and Jaeger. But that was about it... Their records don't exist on anything I could access...A master slicer indeed... Your failure just proves they have done a good job of erasing the data. Here, let me show you what I have...The Colonel then reached into his pocket before producing a small holo device and placed it in the middle of the table, causing the device to activate and display a series of holo images that looked like data files. The Colonel then navigated through some directories before pulling up the files on the Liger and Jaeger Team's, which displayed small holographic models of each team's members, with their code names being displayed at the base of each model. The group looked on, quite impressed by what they saw,albeit curious as to how the Colonel had this information, considering he just said it had been deletedBefore I was assigned to the Meta Team Project, in fact, before the Programs were started, I worked on what some would call the precursors to all of this. These are your predecessors, in a manner of speaking, the Liger Team and Jaeger Team projects, and I ran them both.How do you still have this information?I keep a secure personal copy of everything I ever work on, just in case something from my past ever tries to surprise me. These girls, are one such thing. Secretary Jarvis has always sought a way to create super-soldiers unlike any before, and the Liger and Jaeger projects were his first plans to do so. Due to my military record, and friendship with him, I was placed in charge of them both. I soon found myself overseeing the surgeries that gave the Liger Team their various gear...Wait, you're saying that stuff is surgically attached to them?Yeah. It was meant for uninjured troops, to enhance their skills. But the Jaegar project... that was far more... brutal so to speak. Each of those girls have had extensive cybernetic replacements. They were all brought in with life threatening injuries, but were saved by the surgeries. I trained them all, taught them how to use their new gear. But then, the projects were shut down, before Jarvis gathered me and a number of others together to begin work on the current round of programs. It was at this meeting that I first met Bahamut...The Colonel then brought up another file, which then caused a model of Bahamut to appear alongside the ones of the girls, before a model of a man like Bahamut, sans all the cybernetic enhancements, appeared in front of the model of Bahamut, with the name Zion Morviael appearing at the base. It was an old model of the man, from when he had worked with Jarvis, in which he looked a lot younger than what he did now, or so rumour had it anywayBahamut, he is a clone of a man known as Zion Morviael, who hailed from Alderaan. Bahamut was designed to be the security measure against rebellion by the programs. He has been supplied with information on all the programs, and thus is the only one who knows how to defeat the tactics of each program, including you lot. Suffice it to say, me and him have never really seen eye-to-eye. It also didn't help that he was assigned command of the Liger and Jaeger Teams, whos circumstances he blamed me for... Given the situation, I wont be surprised if he chases us to the ends of the galaxy to apease his vendetta, all in the name of doing his job...Ethan, Drew, Rylan, and Lexus sat in silence for a moment, taking the Colonel's story in, processing everything he had told them, which acted to strengthen their resolve in resisting being captured. The Colonel then picked up the holodevice, causing the holograms to disappear, as he then placed it back in his pocket, thinking for a brief moment about everything that had happened over the years. He then gave a nod to the members of Meta Team as he finished his foodYou lot better get ready, we'll be exiting hyperspace soon. No doubt Bahamut will be monitoring all ships a little closer now, so we'll have to be more careful with our supply runs...The Colonel then rose from his seat and made his way towards the mess hall exit, depositing the tray in one of the collectors, before continuing on his way back up towards the bridge to get ready for their next stop |
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 16, 2015 6:18:19 GMT -8
Kali's desperation was met with Hevn's still indifference. From his belt he grabbed the lightsaber. He held it firmly in his first at shoulder height.
"My name is Jen'jidai Hevn. My title is Dark Jedi Master. A path which you chose over death row on Corellia. The things that happened to you aren't worth remembering. I didn't need to ask twice. You were supposed to wake up with a message to yourself, but you got misplaced somehow. Phase one was taking transportation of some kind without detection, which you managed gruesomely but effectively."
He lowers his arm, placing the lightsaber back at his belt. He points at one of the droids.
"Get her a mining jumpsuit, shirt and shorts if you can find her size."
The droid whizzed off to complete it's command.
Hevn could feel the rage boiling in Kali. The frustration of the unknown was overwhelming.
"The phases are in regards to apprenticeship. I will train you in the force to develop your power to it's full capability. Controlling your anger is a good first step. I will teach you to use it. Your skills can be put to use beyond your imagination, and you can become more than you ever dreamed before. This is a fresh start, in a sense. Whatever you experienced crippled your ability to think and function in every day life. You were scarred eternally and couldn't even defend yourself in court when sentenced. I believe an intense and powerful act of the force condemned you. I met with you and connected with your mind. Trapped inside was a woman who needed to start over."
The thoughtful look passed into a painful and despairing one. A well of sorrows disappeared in a flash to a cold hard stare.
"You cannot change what you have done, or what instincts you have left, but that is why you were chosen."
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Post by Kali Helaine on Aug 16, 2015 7:52:43 GMT -8
The way in which Hevn displayed his lightsaber had shocked her and made her react with a tightened grasp of the scalpel still held within her hand. She was now ready and prepared to use, though quite effective it would be against a lightsaber did not take a lot of imagination.
A jen’jijidai? Her eyes flicked open at the use of the title, this was a title she knew and knew well. How or why was a complete mystery, but the name bought up feelings of respect, awe and fear combined. The most shocking feeling was that it made her feel very differently toward the being stood before her, not that it made her respect or trust him, those were things that needed to be earned and he had not yet done that.
The revelation made Kali visibly relax, not completely yet enough that it was visually noticeable in her stance as well as facially. Her lips were no longer pursed, her brow was no longer furrowed and her shoulders appeared more relaxed.
The more he spoke the more questions she had floating around in her mind such as, how had she become misplaced and by who? Who inflicted the injuries upon her and why? They were all questions that she decided could be answered within time but for now, she needed to digest all that she had been told and all that had happened. As Hevn stowed his saber Kali now needed to decide what she was going to do with her own ‘weapon’.
If he were to be believed, not only was she force sensitive but also had a very troubled past with the prospect of the death penalty. In her mind that meant that it was not such a priority to rediscover and maybe just it go altogether, it was obviously not worth chasing once more. She now had the chance to embrace a fresh start. It was this thought that decided her next step and her new course in life.
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"You cannot change what you have done, or what instincts you have left, but that is why you were chosen."
While not knowing why, knowing that she had been chosen filled her with a small sense of pride and this effected her emotionally and left her feeling rather uncomfortable.
She had remained silent as he had spoken and now she stood before him silent still. It was not in an attempt to make him feel awkward nor was it a poor attempt at intimidation, she had the feeling that even if it were it would be a futile. The reason was as pure as it was simple, she was digesting all the information she had been given as well as trying to decide how it made her feel.
After what seemed like an age, but was no more than a few minutes looked him square in the eyes and began grinning. The grin was uncontrollable as it out of a feeling of awkwardness and embarrassment.
The hand within which the scalpel was held began to twist free from the sheet she had entwined herself in, then slowly holding out her hand toward him and uncurling her fingers she revealed the scalpel that now lay across the palm of her hand.
A girl needs to protect herself, correct? This is me attempting to begin to establish a relationship of trust between us. This is something we both need to work on, do you agree?
The droid that had left to retrieve the clothing at Hevns instruction, now returned and made its way into the room and lay the articles of clothing upon the gurney between them, it then made its way across the room and opened a large screen for Kali to dress behind. For now she did not move, she did not want to turn her back to him until she had seen his reaction at the disclosure of the scalpel and her words.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 16, 2015 15:28:16 GMT -8
While Hevn would normally have laughed in her face at the prospect of dispatching him with a scalpel, he was not of the humorous mood. He eyes it with the same straight face, allowing her silence to linger as long as necessary. He watches her big eyes swim in and out of focus trying to digest it all. Time was on his side. Patience was his virtue. When she finally spoke it was as though she snapped him out of his own trance, so deep in thought himself.
He could not deny the impression she made on him. It took a wisdom beyond her years to close her mouth for a minute and reflect. To listen, register, collect, and register information was an unexpected skill from someone so young. In time she would learn that you found more answers in the silence of thought than you did filling the air with all your questions. Reign had appreciated Hevn's lack of bluster, as much as Hevn was appreciating Kali's now.
She seemed to relax, but why? Was memory returning to her? This entire situation was still fully blown out of control. Perhaps it was only visible on her when tensity was at it's maximum as he only could imagine murder and amnesia prompting in the girl.
Trust....was beyond the scope of the cyborg. Possibly forever. The Dark Jedi Order went down in betrayal and hell fire. Men who swore to be brothers and had remained so for decades, butchering each other like animals. Whether betrayal or simply growing apart ideally, it didn't do anything to help the preexisting issue Hevn had with the concept of trust. Only action could prove brotherhood.
"Trust is an illusion. Right now there are four of you on my ship that even combined could not find the means to defeat me. That is about as close as I get to trust."
Hate laced the word like a snake's fangs digging into the brain. It wasn't just anger at the subject, it was something deeper and wounded. Bloody and painful. He loathed trust.
"I can appreciate your acquisition of a weapon, and attempt to grasp your surroundings. Resourceful of you. Next time you should do it more quietly."
The bitterness faded from him at last. The intensity in his face and voice replaced by the calm once more.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Aug 16, 2015 23:03:11 GMT -8
The shock of the last 12 hours felt as if it were beginning to fade and as a result Kalis thought process was slowing. This was a good thing as it had all felt so erratic and unorganised as if every thought was spinning around in her head at 100 miles an hour so to try and pluck a thought and process it thoroughly had been almost impossible.
Now her thoughts felt far more constructive and methodical, this allowed Kali to also consider the fact that maybe her feeling of calm was nothing more than an illusion caused by fatigue, exhaustion or maybe by Hevn himself. There were many possible answers, including that it was highly probable that she was over thinking.
Her attempt at establishing trust had not gone as she had hoped but it had possibly revealed something about Hevn that she could not possible have predicted. It had appeared for just the most brief of moments that Hevn had forced himself to extract a word he did not like to use, a word that seemed to cause him pain and use it. It felt to Kali that if it were possible he would erase the word from existence entirely. For a word to have such a powerful effect it meant that it was connected with great pain. For trust to have left such a powerful scar upon him could only mean it was caused by someone of great importance in his life? By someone he loved and trusted deeply in one way or another?
She placed the scalpel on the gurney and retrieved the clothing. Silently while she tried to form her words carefully so as not to anger him, she stepped behind the screen and began to dress.
I assume that silently being resourceful is going to be one of the first lessons you are going to teach me. I did not assume that I could possibly overpower you, in fact I did ponder the very high possibility of it ending in my death but fear is a powerful motivator and I had to try at least. I do not believe, if you were in the position I have found myself to be in, that you would not at least try.
Kali stepped out from behind the screen now, her appearance appeared less than that of a wild creature, but only just. Her clothing was clean but her clothes were a little too big, her hair was in terrible need of a wash and a brush as it was now hanging in clumps around her face stained with dust and blood.
If you trust no one and fear it so much, why would you search for someone to train, in your words, to become more powerful than I could imagine? I am curious, how did you connect with my mind?
Her next set of words came rolling off her tongue before she could stop them and as soon as they were out, she immediately wished she could pull them back and erase his hearing them.
Your lack of trust must make for a very lonely existence.
Kali was acutely becoming very aware of the power words could have. She was also chastising herself and telling herself that she needed more control over what words passed her lips in future. She was balancing on a tightrope here and now and she needed to be careful.
Though she had no memory, the impact of the title, Jen’Jidai, had on her was not a feeling she would just dismiss. it was the feeling of fear that she would remember and try and keep at the forefront of her memory. Her instinct had kept her alive and had gotten her this far so she was not about to begin dismissing it now.
She stepped behind the gurney once more hoping to keep it between them both. Not that it was a strong piece of equipment nor would be as effective as a wall, but it was something and that offered Kali a little comfort right here and now. The fact that he was strongly against building any trust made him that much more dangerous.
Hevns inability to trust was a dangerous trait and this made him that much more dangerous, in her opinion at least. Without trust he would never relax around her, this meant that she would not be able to read him more clearly in an attempt to live that much longer, nor would she ever be presented with on opportunity to kill him and flee. Her options were growing smaller by the minute, so for now at least, she would need to try and be very clever and hope that at some point soon she would be presented with a sign of what to do next.
There was one thing now that she knew she needed, and that was a strong drink and a vape or cigarette.
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 21, 2015 5:41:14 GMT -8
Hevn takes a few steps back as she slides behind the curtain. A grin passed over his lips as he imagined her undressing. It fades long before she can return. He folds his arms across as he braces himself against the wall. Hevn stands without movement or evident care as her words fill the air. Though his piercing blue gaze never left her for a moment. In light or shadow they always found you, and stared through. His hands and feet do not fret. His elbows and knees do not bend or sway. The scowl on his face twists his lips into a slight frown. His nose scrunches as if pinched. His brow furrows to cast shadows that his glower blazes through.
"If I did not consider you able to make such acute determinations you would not be here."
Patience was important. Her whole life had been wiped away with a moment, and in the next all she had was this. Pathetic clothes. Terrible wounds. All the questions in the world. It was why Hevn built his system. It fed them scraps to satisfy them until all phases were complete. She was supposed to tell herself who she was and why this was happening. Hevn was supposed to be introduced along with the initial task of returning to the hangar.
The questions. She was a starving wolf with nothing but him to feed on. He owed her all the answers he could give. Her torment was not for his design or pleasure. Something had gone horribly awry that she return in this condition and six others fail completely.
He recalled his own startling and abrupt introduction to hell. The crunching as his bones snapped back together. The hellfire raking his skin as it thawed from ice. The blizzard air piercing his lungs and sucking and wailing for life. Crawling blindly home he found only misery. His brothers and parents butchered. His life long love ripped to pieces, blood dripping from every inch of wall. Only to face the mutilation and torture of the man who brought him back to life, and enslaved him, soul forever bound, to darkness.
"Presume that I fear nothing, and you will only then be correct. My Brothers waged a war on each other that burned everything we stood for to ashes. The Mandalorians waged a war that slew everything that would ever hold a lightsaber. Loneliness...is a comfort. Loss and despair are what connect us. I remember you saying that everything was covered in thorns. The closer it was the more it hurt. Whatever place in your head you went while you were wallowing, a meditation all it's own, was what helped me find you. Young. Strong and talented. A waste to die because of the powers outside your control."
Bedrovelse leans forward and strides away from the wall. A few of his imperial paces and he stood on the other side of the gurney that she so evidently desired as cover.
"There are some paths you are forced down. Ones you can't turn back from. I'm not going to make this one of them. I did not seek you, though I did find you. You may follow the life I provide you, which suits your skills, or you may craft a memory from the emptiness. I offer you knowledge beyond measure, if your mind can prove itself up to the challenge. My Master was a Sage. Holding knowledge as the key to power above all else. Knowing your enemy, knowing yourself. Most of the powers in our universe are beyond the scopes of our imagination. You have to find them, or they must find you."
Reaching into his coat pocket he removed his own rolled death sticks. They were void a filter. The shred of choice smelled wet and earthy. They would burn slow, and smoke thick. He leaves one on the gurney, returning to the wall where he leaned with his already lit. In his hand was the lighter, which he held in his open palm.
"I don't have to trust you to teach you, or enjoy your company. If you want the smoke, you'll have to take the light. Use the force. Use your need."
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Post by Kali Helaine on Aug 21, 2015 23:39:05 GMT -8
Self preservation was a powerful reflex and it was one that she felt, had worked for her here so far. It had enabled her to remain calm and retain control over her emotions and her actions. Kali was now hoping it was not going to be too exhausting to retain that control.
Only with a clear mind would she be able to find the solution she was seeking, she needed to be aware of everything around her so she would be able to act in an instant should an opportunity present itself.
Kali was positive that there was no hope of Hevn divulging any more than he already had so, in reality she had no further use for him, unless he was able to convince her otherwise she had no plans for staying longer than she had to.
Though she would not openly admit it, there was a large part of her that was curious. He was offering an apprenticeship; the promise of all that power and knowledge was very alluring. There was one thing standing in her way and that was trust.
Taking a few steps back, Kali leant herself back against the work top once more, it was not out of seeking comfort or to lounge, but it was again to try and take some of the strain of her worn and bruised muscles but also to try and ease the pain from her side.
Her eyes remained on Hevn, watching him with acute distrust but also curiosity. Though listening intently and silently, she was digesting everything he was saying, it was then that he said something that made her lift her head from its relaxed position and with a chin up, her brow first furrowed then lifted in surprise, at the same time her eyes opened wide as she looked upon him, but without interruption she listened and then, taking a few moments Kali tried to assemble her thoughts and put them into words.
It was as she was thinking that he placed the smoke on the gurney, her eyes lit up and her body tingled as if a tiny current were running through it, her body knew that her hit was close and it was now more desperate then ever. She staggered forward and took the death stick her had offered but her eyes did not leave him for a moment, she lifted it and passed it under her nose and inhaled its scent deeply, a move done to hopefully check for a drug. He had drugged her before so there was no reason he would not do it again.
As he lit his smoke, her eyes narrowed upon it and then, in an unconscious move Kali closed her eyes for a brief moment and inhaled deeply, the smell was divine. It had obviously been quite some time since she had smoked last, too long. The tingle within her body increased as the withdrawals intensified. She opened her eyes and focused upon the lighter in his hand and tried to calm herself once more and focus.
She placed the smoke between her lips and let it hang there while she moved her free hand before hand before her, relaxing it she looked at the lighter and watched as it lifted from the palm of his hand and then make its way toward her…
Once within her reach she took hold of it and quickly lit her smoke. Again what was strange about this moment was that it did not feel alien to her, nor did it really surprise her. It was as if it was something that was an everyday occurrence. There was no struggle and it felt…normal. It was this that she found confusing and surprising.
She inhaled as deeply as she could and filled her lungs to capacity, quickly her body began to relax and she tilted her head back, stretching her neck and opened her mouth a little and exhaled slowly and softly….
You have watched everything you believed in, cared for and trusted in destroy itself from the inside? I understand why you do not trust, the pain of such a betrayal would leave many deep and open wounds.
She drew upon the death stick once more, delighting in the feel smoke in her lungs, the way it rolled across her tongue, the smell but ultimately delighting in how it soothed her…
I need to make sure I am hearing what you are saying and not what I want to hear. So, I summoned you in a sense? But as if everything I was feeling at the time was like a beacon that you were able to sense, and now you are giving me a choice. I can follow you and possibly, should I fair better than the others, you will teach me all that you know, however should I decide that this is not the path for me, then I can leave?
Again, more thoughtfully this time she drew upon the cigarette and, looking at the dish that contained the dirty swabs from her wounds, she flicked the ash in it and looked back at Hevn…
What do you gain from all of this? Why would you teach me, someone you do not know, and all that you know? For someone who is unable to trust that seems like quite the risk. Without trust, how are you to know that I will not learn all I can and then use it against you just as your brothers did? That is a very great risk.
As if an afterthought there was one more question that came to Kali…
When you found me, did I chose to go with you or did you force me?
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 22, 2015 4:19:52 GMT -8
Bedrovelse nodded silently at the address of his wounds. His lungs stealing almost a fifth of the stick in one drag. He held it. He let his synthetic useless tongue play through it as the taste filled his mouth. One of the few sensations he could still enjoy. Lungs he didn't need cared little about the killing anyhow. Then he grew still again. Watching her brain run absolutely wild and spilling every thought it created from between her lips.
He continued to smoke. Eyeing her from behind the coils of smoke burning off the stick, and the cloud slowly creeping from his nostrils.
So smart, but so loud. Hevn was admittedly playing cards far out of turn due to her circumstances. Her counterparts were certainly not offered an interrogation period. Their memories were serving them better than Kali.
Hevn waited until his death stick was finished to answer her. A long few minutes of silence. He exhaled his last smoggy breath, and cleared his throat with a quiet grunt.
"It was the will of the force that you be standing here, instead of hanging by the neck until dead at gunpoint in the Refellian Sector killing fields. Corellians do not take their criminals lightly. Is it force if you do not resist? It was this, or the noose."
Death sentences were carried out swiftly. Their beautiful planet and proper society didn't have a place for scum. Some act of the force she performed was ferocious enough to scar even her. She was broken and helpless. Now she was turning out to be something of a nuisance.
Hevn's demeanor remains relaxed, and his tone cool.
"In a short while you will see the reaping of true power. Phase two begins within the hours. If you can escape during my assault on Muunilinst then you are free. Let the droids finish patching you up. You have a great deal to think about and soon we'll see if you can deal a beating as well as you can take one."
Hevn strode from the room without another word or look at her. The doors hiss close behind him and lock shut. The medical droids would usher her back to the operating station unless she refused.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Aug 22, 2015 6:05:47 GMT -8
Once again Kali was alone with her thoughts. Now, more so than before, she had much to think about. Though many of her questions had been answered, she still did not have all the answers she had wanted, but for now at least, she could deal with that.
Now she knew her destination and what his plans for her were, but what was making her nervous was that it sounded like they were attacking an entire planet! Not just an order, not a small town but an entire planet!
She stepped behind the screen and removed clothing she had been given earlier. She wrapped herself in the sheet and led herself on the table. As the droids began to work on her, she gave herself over to the force and disappeared into a deep state of meditation. This was when she tried to find help to decide on what she was to do. Hevn had given her the okay to try and escape. Her instant reaction to that was to go for it and try and escape. Her mind replayed the conversation both her and Hevn had shared and she realised that at least on one occasion he had been truthful, he had referred to her force abilities and had proven them to her and it was this that led to her questioning her instinctual decision.
Once the droids had finished, she was led to a small shower room at the back of the treatment room, once she entered she set the shower running and began to undress, as she did so, she turned and noticed that upon the small surface beside the sink lay her clothes, her own clothes, they had been laundered, repaired and folded there waiting for her, beside them were her boots.
They would be not only far more comfortable than the large and baggy boiler suit and boots that were a few sizes too big.
She climbed into the shower and began to allow the pressure of the water and the heat to sooth her aching and bruised muscles and drifted off into thought once more.
If she were brutally honest with herself, the lure of his offer seemed exciting.
To be able to have all that power and knowledge would be a very heady feeling, one that was very attractive to her, but to view it from a different angle, if he were to be believed, she had nothing to go back to. To follow him, though there was a degree of fear and uncertainty but she had a degree of knowledge of what was to come next, if she were to flee, where would she go? What would she do? How would she survive? Would she come to be in the same position she had been when Hevn had found her? The outlook of that scenario looked abysmal.
She climbed out of the shower and began to dry herself off and dress, it was as she was fixing her hair in a tight plait at the back of her neck, to secure it in place and out of her face.
She had come to her decision, she would fight alongside him, she would do her best to beat the others and successfully become his new apprentice!
She slipped on her boots and rose to her feet and entered the treatment once more. She was ready. Did she have to find him and tell him of her decision? Was it a decision she had to prove rather than vocalise?
She stood and opened the doors of the room and entered the hall to find him.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Sept 3, 2015 19:40:43 GMT -8
The stars were ripped apart, drawn both ways until they could stretch no more. A bright white-blue flash, the ship under her feet shuddered, and they shot forward into the swirling blue safety of hyperspace.
Lia released her white-knuckled grip on the back of Rik's chair. Silence thickened around her, broken only by the slow thudding of her heart in her ears as her adrenaline settled. All things considered, for a shitstorm on a Core planet, it had gone relatively smoothly. They'd lost the bounty hunters, for now anyway, they were both still breathing, the ship was intact (mostly)… Of course, there was one little problem. Rik wasn't stupid. Well, he was, but not that kind of stupid. She'd known since he'd found her stowing away on his ship that she wouldn't be able to pull the wool over his eyes for long, and after the chaos on Corulag, there was no way her shallow cover wasn't blown. He knew, or he'd figure it out soon, and since everyone is really a self-serving back-stabbing jackass at heart, he'd take one look at her numbers and it would be game over for Lia.
And that just couldn't happen.
But how to handle it? Usually, it was easy. Kill whoever found out, steal whatever they had, and keep moving. But, she was on a ship she couldn't fly, in hyperspace headed Whills only know where, and aside from being all kinds of epically irritating, the guy really hadn't been all that bad. She wasn't evil, she didn't kill if she didn't have to (anymore, at least). But her levels of trust in the galaxy at large were floating in the negative zone, and after years of being hunted and betrayed and knocked down, Lia found it safer to just group everyone in the same box o' bad and not bother to sort them out. When it boiled down to it, anyone that wasn't her didn't really matter in the long run. She looked out for Number One, whatever it took.
That's why, after a careful four second debate, Lia took a quick few steps back from Rik's chair, loosened her DL-44 in its holster, and tucked her knife just under her jacket sleeve for easy access. His tech might mess with her blaster, but there were other ways to put someone down. "What the hell was that about?!" No reason she couldn't give it one last try. Luckily for Lia, outrage was not a foreign look, and coupled with the right sharp tone, it would sell her feigned shock to any lesser man. "Hunters? What, are you wanted or something? You almost got me killed!!"
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Post by Rik Vane on Sept 4, 2015 12:19:52 GMT -8
Rik finally let out the breath he'd been holding in one long exhale, and felt the tension drain from his shoulders as he released the yoke. The sound came out mechanized as the air filtered through his mask, and he spun his chair to face her without getting up. When the mask came off, he set it on his leg and raised an eyebrow at her accusations. "Yup. Forty-eight mil. Pissed off some core-world crime boss on coruscant a while back and I've been running ever since, skipping from ship to ship before folks could figure out who I was."
She took a step back as he stood and clipped the mask on his belt, fear and panic plain on her face when he took a few steps forward. She even started reaching for her blaster. He stopped just out of arm's length and held his hands out to his sides in a placating gesture. "We both know they aren't after me, so you can cut the crap. I've known about your bounty since we made planetfall." He stopped there to let that sink in. He'd known how much she was worth the entire time he was trying to save her from the hunters, and not once had he... She thinks you only did it to keep the entire reward for yourself. Shut the kriff up. He let out an exasperated sigh and dropped his arms in defeat. "Look, I'm not after that creep's money, and it's been a long time since I flew with anyone I could actually get along with. Can't we just stop acting like I'm going to stab you in the back when I should have done it ages ago?"
"...that sounded more convincing in my head."
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