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Post by Lita Trykk on Jul 13, 2013 22:59:32 GMT -8
*Control, Lita.
Focus.
Be mindful of your thoughts. Patience, not aggression. <Gunsos,> he is exposing more of his scent.
Her senses had heightened and sharpened, her body responding as though to a threat. She could see the pale outline of him in this near darkness almost as though he were luminant, and detected the soft sound of his breathing as he shifted, the low thump of boots striking the floor, the slide of fabric as he freed his arms. And why should he not, in his own room? Of course, Lita had not guessed that he would be testing the limits of her restraint on this night of all nights.
He spoke, but if Lita comprehended the words, she did not show any sign of it, her eyes locked onto him and her mouth and nose covered still. Her chest rose as he neared her, her lungs filling with air as tension built.*
~ " Since I landed, I've been hearing talk about a certain Zabrak with black blades who apparently everyone is assuming is a General in the Jay-Pee-Tee from the way she organized the counter-attacks from the Hangar. You uh ... you wouldn't happen to know her, would you?"
*Familiar ground. The comfort of strategy and war. Something of enough significance to take even a Zabrak's mind off of...this. Gradually, her breathing eased, and she cautiously lowered her hand and arm from her face, moving with the slowness of someone who did not trust the situation enough to make any sudden movements.*
~ " You are okay, though, yes? You weren't injured? And be honest with me."
*This time, it was apparent that she was hearing every word, as her eyes flickered to the blood beneath his cheek in response. Briefly, she lifted her hand to that point beneath his right eye, displaying concern of her own. But rather than soothing that pain with a sympathetic touch, she immediately withdrew her hand and gripped her wrist, holding her own limb against her chest.
The growl in her throat that had begun when she had reached for him had not grown loud enough to be heard, but she could feel it rising within her own throat. For the first time, she realized, she would have to consider explaining to a non-Iridonian what Tai'Shan really was...what risks the act of protai really entailed. Please, let me alone to have a moment of peace.
As though her own self had responded to her pleas for mercy, she could feel the feral savagery fading into the background, a soft thrumming of drums that became near-indistinguishable from her own rapid heartbeats. She could finally trust her voice enough to answer him.*
"Sore and fatigued, but I am unscathed. I thought to stay here, close to the hangar, where the attacks have been heaviest."
*She used this as explanation for her presence, intentionally omitting where she also had needed to know the exact moment of Jago's return to the Praxeum, that her stomach had been a twist of knots that would not ease until she saw him alive with that perpetual smile on his lips. Burdening him with her fears for him would do neither one of them any good in battle. The Jedi philosophy did not leave room for those passions. Somehow, she had missed the fact that Jago had just revealed those same concerns to her, distracted by the sound of those drums beating in her mind, his musk filling her already powerful olfactory senses. The pheromone secretion that so cruelly and perfectly matched her own bio-chemicals demanded an immediate, rapid, and violent response.*
"Jago..." *Her voice shifted to an odd note, as though she were out of breath. Except even in the heat of combat, Lita never sounded out of breath.* "...it would be in your best interest to allow me to free your bed chambers and take my leave."
*The hand clutched at her chest was curled so tightly, that a drop of blood eased its escape from her fist where her nails had dug too deeply into the flesh of her palm.*
"Now."
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Post by Jago on Jul 16, 2013 7:30:07 GMT -8
~ To see her snatch her own hand back with such suddenness was ... Odd. Lita had never before shied too much away from physical contact where Jago was concerned. In fact, it was almost a cornerstone of their odd relationship, the Jedi mused. The Zabrak never seemed comfortable when it came to the touch of another, but with him, it always seemed ... wanted. Comforting.
His brows lifted curiously at her actions, then narrowed in concern at the strange lilt in her voice, the way her chest rose and fall as if she had just partaken of a long run. Even in the dark, his eyes were adjusting enough to make out the fact that Lita Trykk was distraught. Uncomfortable. Around him? And yet he sensed no fear, no aggression ... At least, not in the normal sense. She didn't appear angry, but there she was trying to flee from him. Almost asking his permission to do so. Even in the throes of wild arguments and nearly-violent confrontations, they never sought to be apart from each other. Only once had he asked her to leave, before: once, when she revealed to him the depths of his words and actions, and how he could not speak to her again until he straightened out the questions in his life to reach the answer he needed. She needed.
Jago was worried about her. This was so uncharacteristic that it made his chest hurt, to see the strong Iridonian so out of sorts. But because of what? Did something happen during the battle that caused this? Could she still not stand to see him after witnessing him in pain on the hospital bed? What was it?
His caring side, his affection for her, could not allow her to walk away. The tension in her body, the stress in her voice, it cried out to him, demanded he respond. He curled a leg up on the bed as he turned to face her, coming closer. Jago's fingers stretched and rested gently over the hand she grasped as if it might harm him, shaking his head lightly at her even as the feel of her skin sent waves of relief through his every nerve, assuring him that his eyes were telling the truth that Lita was safe now.
" You have every right to be here," his dissuaded her notion of stepping out the door with gentle kindness, tilting his head in confusion and inquisitiveness.
" Why do you think you need to leave? Why do you think I'd want you to leave? 'My best interests' include you. Talk to me, Lita, you're acting ... distant. What's wrong?"
His azures searched her garnets for the answer, care bleeding through his gaze. Jago couldn't stomach the idea of her leaving without knowing what it was that troubled her so: he wasn't sure if he'd get another chance. He was stubborn in this belief, that she could not leave just yet, letting her know so when his hand curled over the top of hers, holding it lightly against his palm. ~
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Post by Lita Trykk on Jul 16, 2013 16:10:38 GMT -8
*If she could have pushed through the stone of that wall like it was water, she would have. As it was, the Zabrak was practically climbing back against it, the blades of her shoulders aching from the force in which she pressed to the unyielding barrier. Her eyes narrowed fiercely at Jago in direct contradiction to his gentleness, his compassion, his infuriatingly patient curiosity. Jago's chin tilted and his gaze sought answers from her own. The room was as bright as day to her vision, the alluring scent that was plaguing her as thick as burning incense to her sense of taste and smell.
She could not tell him. Could not complicate things by revealing how she felt, or suffer the humiliation of explaining a biological reaction no human could ever experience. Of a ritual that could only be completed through an act that any respectable male would find abhorrent for a lack of understanding, especially this male. These things were not discussed with outsiders.
But she would have to warn him.
His touch on her fist should have been as banal as it was harmless, but it sent fire through her veins. Lita's eyes darkened, her pupils dilating to such a point that the color was all but black. The corners of her lips pulled back from her teeth, exposing sharp incisors in a soundless and animalistic snarl, instinct at war with control.
His words did not go unheard. On the contrary, they blanketed her mind as though they had a physical weight to them, but she was incapable of a response. He was too close. The drums crescendo'd within her range of hearing. Too close-!
His soft touch curled over her fingers. Black, talon-like nails suddenly released their punishment of her own palm...only to twist around and dig into the pale flesh of Jago's wrist, instead. Her other hand snapped out like a serpent, grabbing a fistful of the thin shirt he wore and roughly pulling him against her with the force-fed strength that was so deeply bred into her species.*
"Sharee ayt'tze, jendovsta Ay'vyshtal! <You do not listen, reckless Jedi!>"
*Before the last, alien syllable hissed free of her teeth, she crushed her mouth against Jago's, a terrifying growl of need in her throat that was demanding a response. But as vicious as her clawed grip was on him, keeping him trapped against her, there was a soft and aching warmth in the embrace, an unexpected gentleness from lips and tongue that was not Iridonian at all, but born from something else entirely. The vibration in her throat soothed.
Then, her muscles coiled, and in an act that was as inexplicable as it was abrupt, a pulse of Force energy was expelled from Lita's palm to strike against Jago's chest. In the span of a heartbeat, he was gone from her hold. Her eyes snapped open, lips parted with a rare expression of bewilderment on the Zabrak's face as though the attack had come as unexpectedly to her as it must have been to her target. She fell forward onto her hands.*
"Jago-!"
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Post by Jago on Jul 18, 2013 7:50:44 GMT -8
~ Oh Force, yes!
Jago's eyes snapped open in overwhelmed surprise at the ferocity with which Lita grabbed him, the feel of her claws piercing his wrist quickly forgotten in favor of the warmth of her lips. The confusion, the hesitation, it all vanished the instant she kissed him; His arms slipped tightly around her waist to draw her closer, needing this, nay, demanding that they stay like this for as long as possible. So many years of waiting, of wanting, all of it finally fulfilled and redeemed.
Their touch was not gentle or apologetic: such was never the case between the Zabrak and Jedi. Their hunger hid layers of passion and quiet ache, briefly sated but only driving forth the desire for more. It was everything he had imagined it'd be. He did not want to be soft with her: Jago wanted her to feel the full force of his emotions, the way he burned for her, had felt for her for years. The tenderness was in the touches, in their kiss, buried so only they could perceive it, feel it, know it.
And then he was flying from her grasp, catapulted off the bed to smack flat on his back. It took him several seconds to register that he was not in her hold anymore, his eyes trying to take in the different view as his thoughts struggled to process what just happened. His hands pushed himself off of the carpeting as he blinked to clear his sight, propping himself up to look at her once more, gasping a bit for breath. Partly because of the sudden strike. Partly.
His eyes had adjusted now, to the dark. There she sat; beautiful. The sweetness of her lips still clung to his own, that heat that did things to him he couldn't put into words. Chaos be damned with anything else: her unusual behavior, whatever it was that forced him away from her: that wasn't going to stop him this time. Too many things had stopped him before, so many interruptions and distractions that had kept them apart for the better part of a decade. No longer.
" Lita ..."
His voice was soft in the dark as he pushed himself forward, folding his legs under him to begin the lengthy process of standing up. He smiled: he could still detect the scent of her skin, the way his wrist lightly throbbed from her vicious snatching. A smoldering fire blazed inside him, the embers now stoked to the point of flaring up.
" Oh Lita," he whispered, his voice dripping with a tone she had never heard before from him. A palpable craving flickered through The Force as his hands found the mattress to pull himself back up onto it. She had given him a taste, and greedily he wanted more. To always feel that touch, that warmth between them.
HIs fingers coiled around over her shoulders to her nape, shivering in delight at the softness of her skin and not giving her a chance to stop him as he tugged her upon his mouth once more. There was not an ounce of reservation in his expression: his touch was fierce, his movements as he pushed her onto her back to fall atop her filled with longing. Fingers brushed over her cheek and across her temple, a thumb grazing by the base of her orat before delving into the richness of her hair. His lips never left hers.
After all this time of inaction, he wanted to show her how much he had wanted this. How much he truly cared, how long he had waited. There was no walking away, no turning aside from this, not anymore. Jago loved her, had loved her, and while she didn't want to listen to his words before, she would now feel how deep his affections for her ran.
The exhaustion, the stress, the anger and sorrow: it faded away. In the cool darkness of his room, there was only her. ~
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Post by Lita Trykk on Jul 19, 2013 12:23:58 GMT -8
*That smile of his.
Beneath a fall of hair, the tension of her worried expression relaxed into the quiet reproach that always seemed to settle so naturally and unintentionally on Lita's bronze face. He wasn't harmed, she hadn't hurt him. Or at least had not caused injury. The fear that she might have once again made Jago suffer for her own loss of control had, for the moment, overwhelmed even the savage mating instinct. Her eyes settled on his wrist where she had pierced him, where the unique branching of electrical scars up his arms to disappear beneath the sleeves of his undertunic were puckered and inflamed on his still-healing skin.
She had to leave, and she had to leave now.
But he was already nearing her again, the soft sound of her name from his tongue stealing her own voice and any breath she might have needed to use it. She might have had the mind to retreat, but for the strangeness in his tone, the heart-stopping way his eyes fixated on hers. She had no strength to move.
No ice, she realized. No soothing balm of coolness in that gaze, now, but the intensely hot blue of a burning flame. Even in their dueling, or their most impassioned arguments, those eyes had never burned. He had never advanced on her, cornered her, insisted, taken.
...But that wasn't entirely true, was it? He'd been taking steps to close the distance between them since they met, with the patience and subtlety of a Great Plains Stalker, only the time for patience had ended. He advanced, and she started to pull back with a hiss, but somehow he was upon her. Somehow, even though time moved incredibly slow, giving her enough to process every point of contact of his fingerpads, note every muscle that tightened beneath her skin, and memorize every line of Jago's expression before his mouth captured hers, there was still not enough time to react.
The first kiss had simply been a collision, a shattering of barriers beneath a build-up of unstoppable pressure, allowing her no room for awareness or reflection of the act. But this one, this...this he wanted her to see coming. To know this was undeniably purposeful, every element fully intentional. And felt. Just as the Light Side of the force oscillated from the shockwave that was Jago Pulastra, so, too, did the Dark Side surge, a powerful pulse of such depth that one could almost hear the bass reverberating in paradoxical harmony with the Light that flooded from the Jedi.
Whether it was the shock of seeing an aggressiveness in him that he had never so much as hinted at before, or the bliss of feeling his warmth, discovering his taste, being touched in a way she had spent too many long years avoiding, Lita forgot about caution. Forgot of warning him, of taking things slow and exercising strict control, falling into the natural role that, she should have realized, Jago was inadvertently fulfilling. With a muffled cry of surrender, she was forced onto her back, claws weaving into the tangled mass of his white hair as she grew deaf and blind to the rest of existence. His fingerpads explored her facial lines with an innocent need to know, moving further up...
Her body jolted, every muscle knotting as though she'd been struck. The highly-developed nerve endings concentrated at the base of her horns was not a place to be casually touched, but neither were such intimate subjects discussed openly in polite company. The brazen way in which Jago softly caressed one of them sent a chain reaction through her that was frighteningly powerful, and her mouth cruelly tore away from his as she jerked her head back, a gasp hissing through her sharp teeth. Bloodlust clouded her vision, an ancient need to fight against him with all of her strength and prove herself a worthy mate causing adrenaline and other chemicals to wash through her in a rush. But he didn't know to defend himself.
He doesn't know, and even Zabraks are known to be killed by their lovers for it.
An animalistic snarl escaped her before she clamped her teeth shut onto her tongue, the metallic taste of her own blood filling her mouth to shock and distract herself free of carnal impulse. She drew the surrounding energy of the Force that had been pooling around them both to find her point of focus, and the color of her eyes began to clear. Somehow, with her two hearts racing madly but weightlessly, control did not elude her as it so often did during heightened states of emotion. Her hands uncurled from Jago's hair to suddenly push against his shoulders instead, not forcing so much as insisting on distance.*
"Yide, stop, STOP! We can't do this!"
*She shook with the effort it took to keep herself restrained, but, she succeeded. She was holding. Her mind spun, thoughts being considered and dismissed at an alarming speed as she tried to think of what she could say to the Jedi that he would listen to, and not question.*
"...It's too soon." *Her breath caught, and she held it for a moment.* "It's too fast."
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Post by Sidara Vercopa on Jul 21, 2013 16:58:09 GMT -8
Sudden static burst to life from Kirith's com, causing her to jump. Quickly, she grabbed it off her utility belt, and brought the small device her her mouth. "Cat, is that you?" She was answered by more static. For a second she thought she heard Cat's artificial voice through the static, but it was only answered by more static.
"Sith's balls," she swore. "There's too much interference, probably because of the battle. Wonder what she wanted." His only response was to close his multicolored eyes and reach out with his mind. The result was as he had expected: an onslaught of emotions, of feelings from all the Praxeum's inhabitants; it was still a struggle, sometimes, to sort through everything the Force threw at him without the help of an artificial regulator. As such, he had to clamp down on his feelings as best as he could, in order to focus on what was around him; reaching further out, probing for something familiar, someone familiar.. There.
She wasn't alone, but that was to be expected. Privacy wasn't exactly commonplace in these days, what with the war on and all. He didn't recognize who she was with, not that he expected to. But she was definitely here.
Hello, Kirith.
The darkness continued not to have any malice to it, just tenderness and regret. It was rather shocking to think about, and even more shocking to hear in one's own head.
As if bidden, the Other stirred, and it was like a wall was raised between her and the feelings - which she now identified as being not her own, but belonging to someone else. Someone outside of her. Someone on Yavin. Someone who knew her, and felt things Kirith had never remembered feeling from someone towards her before.
What was that? she asked the Other.Someone we had thought was long gone, it replied to her. Someone it would be best if you stayed away of, or he will destroy you. The Other's anger flared up, but oddly enough it wasn't directed at her - but at whatever the presence had been. She could feel the cold heat of it's anger, like a comforting blanket around her. Made to protect her.Made to hide her.
.. but from what?
Kirith frowned, thinking that the presence hadn't felt particularly dangerous. A bit emo maybe, but not dangerous.
But the Other had never gotten like this before. What in the galaxy could make the Other act like this?
Maybe it was best to leave
It was then she became aware that Sid was attempting to get her attention, her expression worried."We should pack," Kirith said suddenly. "We need to get out of here. I don't have more than an hour's worth of work to do on Cat before she's space worthy. We could try to run the blockade. I don't think we should stay here. It isn't safe." Listen, sister, if that's what you think we should do, I am all for it. I know for a fact, here is not the place I want to be. The farther away we are, the better. Sid threw a few things in her pack and slung it on her back. I pack light... it's easier, especially when you spend most of your time with Corr. He doesn't pack anything... he just goes. Sid looked around to make sure they had everything.
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Post by Jago on Jul 25, 2013 13:17:21 GMT -8
~ His mind was a flurry of activity as the warmth between them was separated, Jago panting already from the eager pounding of his heart. Every nerve was covered in fire, The Force responding in kind by exploding in his head with an overwhelming amount of sensory input.
The slight dampness to her hair from the earlier shower.
How taut her muscles were from years upon years of physical training and her own heritage, yet how smooth and supple her skin was to his touch.
The way her lips had a faint hint of lemongrass: bitter and sweet upon his tongue all at once.
Her breath was labored to his ears, filled with soft sighs and the beginnings of pleasured moans.
He was acutely aware of how they were intimately pressed together before she pushed him back: her curves fit against his, molded perfectly together.
It was a strange thing, to experience the physical through the metaphysical. It only drove him to even greater hunger, trying to close the distance between them as her strong hands guided him away. His fingers curled tightly into her back, unwilling to relinquish their hold. There was a blaze inside him, desiring all the more to feel heat with her, to give in to this bliss and stop the running, stop the fighting that they had forced themselves through for so many years. They had a chance, now, to rectify all the time apart, and now, now, she ushered him to leave her be, yet again.
" No ..." he whispered, his voice quiet and pleading as he tried once more to feel the softness of her mouth, only to be restrained yet again. Jago writhed in her grasp, sighing in frustrated need as he gently fought against her grip.
" No, don't stop, just a little more ..." he begged her, his eyes wide and bright. Even in holding him still, her touch was still an endless source of ecstasy to him, the drug overpowering all other thoughts in favor of that one, desperate drive: The craving for more. He didn't want to think, didn't want to consider anything else; Jago wanted his mind silent as he partook in the bliss of a sensation he had dreamed of for too long, much to his irritation.
He remembered, still. Remembered how much she had blustered when he told her they could have had a relationship years ago. Back when they had known each other only briefly. It was the fall of lava into the sea: it completely changed the figure of their bond from then on. The agony of knowing that they could have avoided so much pain and heartbreak, and yet neither thought the other to want the same. Tragedy, however, was redeemed in that one moment, that one, fiery kiss: it made up for all the wasted time, all the nights spent wishing time could be rewound.
Ah, but there were the thoughts, flooding his head as the separation gave him time to think. Here he was, seconds from forcing himself on Lita: every muscle tense and ready to pounce, his sharpened gaze clear, yet predatory in its sheen. But she had said no; did she not want this? Preposterous: she had kissed him first. Why, then, did she need space? Was this not the right time? What better time than now, here? The walls were finally coming down, and there they were building right back up in front of his eyes --!
But ... No. He took her in, so close he could see the thin lines in her eyes, the way the garnet seemed to reflect the darkness of the room better than in broad daylight. There was struggle in that look, frustration in the way she laid her hands on his shoulders to coax him away. She wanted this too: why would she deny it to them, then? Did they not deserve this after all this time? There was ... something else. Something else stopping them. Something she thought was important.
His efforts to fight against her hold lessened. The drum beneath his chest continued its rapid roll, but his focus in The Force began to sharpen. No longer was it expanding, but condensing to fit back into his soul, to return the legendary focus of Jago Pulastra back to the wielder. Passion, Yet Serenity.
Could he be serenely passionate? He supposed so. Wasn't that where he and Ksandra had went wrong, though? What if this desire between he and Lita was bound for the same thing? What if he didn't want to control himself, much like now? Ah, but that was the difference, wasn't it? Here she was, encouraging him to slow down, to not lose himself in unbridled emotion. To love her, but not to lose himself in that love. She wouldn't let him, would she?
... No. No she wouldn't Above all else, all their conversations, all their interactions, he remembered that that was what had remained most important to her. That Jago remain Jago. Much as it killed him inside to have seen her try and walk the path of The Sith, how much anguish it had caused in his heart from knowing she could be better, she was better ... Maybe that's how she saw him. It would hurt her to have him sacrifice his Jedi heritage for physical pleasure. Too fast ...
Okay ... Okay, Lita. Let's take this slow. For now.
With a sigh to release the frustration at his core, Jago relaxed against her, nodding softly. With great hesitation, he eased himself to her side on the bed, slipping off of her to lessen the intimacy of their contact, but in no way drawing away from her. His arms held her waist, wanting her near. A soft kiss was touched to her cheek, his brow resting against her temple as he willed his heart to slow, finding it a touch embarrassing that for a person who had such control over his body when it came to The Force, she had been his greatest test when it came to exerting it.
" Lita," he breathed, chest heaving still while he nestled up against her form.
He smiled. She fit against him.
" That was ..."
Wonderful? Fantastic? Too little? Just enough?
" ... Wow."
His mind didn't think. It didn't want to think: all he desired was to spend the next few minutes with her against him as he fought his urges back into their cage, seeking to find that balance of listening to her words and the need to act upon his passions. With a soft sound of contentment, Jago laid there with her, hands caressing along her back like they already knew every contour, every curve.
" Just ... stay here with me," Jago asked her quietly, restricting himself to only nuzzling lightly against her exposed neck.
" Please." ~
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Post by Lita Trykk on Aug 4, 2013 17:08:30 GMT -8
*She almost gave in to him. Her grip relaxed, and her arms quivered with waning resolve. His soft-spoken pleas were driven by a carnal need that defied all reason, a carnal need the Iridionian understood all too well. And if he had persisted this way, if Jago had not stilled his own body and relinquished his iron grip on her, she knew her will-power would have broken. She was already drawing him close again.
His thoughts were open to her. She could read the frustration and confusion in his cerulean eyes as clearly as she might the glowing script on a datascreen. The Jedi was trying to work out why she had stopped him. And if she was finding it so easy to read him, then he was finding it equally easy to read her, and knew exactly how powerful her own desire to be close to him was, dangerously shaking apart her sense of control. There would be no hiding from Jago Pulastra after this.
But so, too, could she read the exact moment that Jago made the decision to pull himself back, his focus felt in the Force as much as seen in his gaze. He returned himself to...to peace. Returned to himself. For her, and without knowing precisely why, or demanding a reason. She didn't know if this was what defined the Jedi, but this was what defined Jago. Trust. Faith. Things Lita herself had lost long ago.
You might stop believing in peace, but peace will never stop believing in you.
Words that seemed like fortune-cookie nonsense at the time she had heard them, but made an odd sort of sense, now, with Peace staring her in the eye through twin pools of iridescent blue. Arms encircled her middle, the warm touch of lips rested on her tattoo'd skin, and the Dark Side churned like storm-ravaged sea. Her eyes closed, the corners of her mouth pulled back as the only light she could hear in her mind came in the form of Jago's voice, asking her to stay. But she couldn't stay and fight this internal war against herself. Not like this.
She would lose.
What was it Master Man'Sell had shown her? The storm. The sea. This was her emotion. And somewhere far below its blinding depths, overwhelmed and crushed beneath the weight of this endless, tumultuous sea, was her.
... in some, even if they are Jedi, passions and feelings run deep, an undeniable part of the whole that will not be ignored. I acknowledge them, too... Not to dwell on, not even always to try and understand, just to know, to be aware of them and the effect they could have, so that I can choose a different way and that they are already accounted for... so that it is with my all that I find...
...Peace. The waves washed over her, then settled, smoothing like glass as she first acknowledged, then made a choice. It was not a perfect serenity, but it was...Light. To stay with Jago, she would let the passions of the Dark Side go, and find Peace in his hold.
The stress in her muscles eased, her expression smoothing as her eyes opened once more to his, erasing years of tension from her face as though they had never been. She rested a hand gently against his unruly crop of white hair, the other tracing soothingly down his back to echo his own touch.*
"Okay, Jago."
*She lowered her face to his, lightly brushing her nose along the side of his, as he had done to her the morning she had given him those scars.*
"Just this once, I won't run. Sleep. It won't be long before we are called out again."
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Post by Kirith Aridigo on Aug 7, 2013 16:25:28 GMT -8
Listen, sister, if that's what you think we should do, I am all for it. I know for a fact, here is not the place I want to be. The farther away we are, the better. Sid threw a few things in her pack and slung it on her back. I pack light... it's easier, especially when you spend most of your time with Corr. He doesn't pack anything... he just goes. Sid looked around to make sure they had everything.
Ok Kirith, let's get out of here. Sid silently said a little prayer. The only thing she wanted was to get off Yavin alive.
Of course, it could just be the stress of the whole situation in general - but Kirith was pretty sure that wasn't the case. Her stuff finally packed, she turned to Sid. "Let's go," and moved towards the door. |
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Aug 21, 2013 11:06:19 GMT -8
The doors to the Turbolift slid open and out stepped Zuli. The Armored Jedi Titan began walking steadily down the corridor towards the quarters assigned to the suspects. His Lightclubs and helmet, hooked on opposite sides of his belt clunked softly as he walked, cloak flapping gently..
He never turned back to see if Cao or the Corporal were following him, Zuli knew they'd be keeping up. He increased his speed up to a brisk walk and soon reached the destination. He raised a gauntlet-ed glove up to press the door chime. Before Zuli's finger could press the button, the door slid open and out stepped a short, brown haired woman. She was looking over her shoulder talking to the other occupant of the quarters and walked straight into the middle of Zuli's chest plate..
The Huge Jedi looked down at the woman and the other in turn as he spoke..
"Captain Kirith Aridigo, Sidara Vercopa, I hereby place you under arrest after items of contraband were located aboard your vessel.."
Zuli paused for a moment, allowing Kirith time to right herself..
"You are both to accompany us to the Detention Center for questioning.."
Zuli's right hand came back and rested just on his Lightclubs. He didn't expect trouble from the visitors, but in the current situation, he wasn't taking any chances..
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Aug 22, 2013 18:33:06 GMT -8
Well. Didn't know she would be with a friend.
He, like Zuli, readied himself, just in case this other woman proved to be trouble. Though he was right-handed, it was his left hand that he dropped to his belt, held out straight at a slight angle away from his body, ready to trigger the mechanism up his sleeve to launch his concealed shoto into his hand.
His multicoloured eyes locked on Kirith, and a small smile touched his face. She had cut her hair again, back to the way it was when they had first met.
Hello, Kirith. Did you miss me?
It was the first time he had laid eyes on his ex since they had parted, which was understandable: it was a big galaxy, he had embraced the darkness and evil once more, and there was that little fact of him pushing her to her death off the spaceport on Anzat. So his question was not one filled with happiness at a reunion, but more of arrogant cynicism; during his soft spell, he would have been genuinely happy to see her. But while there was some joy in seeing her again, the prudii'alor in Cao's head was no longer soft..
Cao didn't even realize that Vilus was active again, though he had no control over the man's body. It was his mind and his Force presence that mattered, and he had stretched out to Kirith with both..
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Post by Kirith Aridigo on Aug 22, 2013 19:05:38 GMT -8
Ahhh, it's the pest. We sensed your foul stench when we came into orbit. How . . . unpleasant.
The voice that responded to Vilus's force call was cold and alien - nothing like the lively and friendly woman standing before him. The presence stirred, as if to place itself between Vilus and the woman he had been attempting to call to.
The women in question, Kirith, apparently did not seem to be aware of the posturing going on, much more focused on the fact she had just walked into a towering figure.
"Ow," she said, rubbing the end of her nose. "You know, if you're going to make it a habit of standing outside of people's chambers waiting for them to walk out, you could at least put some . . . pillows or something over your breast plate so it doesn't . . . wait . . ." she trailed off, glaring up at the man in front of her, despite the almost three feet of difference. "What do you mean, you were on my ship? As I recall, when I passed Customs with Jedi Vesten, there was no mention about searching through someone's ship."
She stepped back, frowning as she crossed her arms over her chest, her mind spinning on just what the Jedi could have found on board her ship. Could they have found Sid's armor? Or had they found anything else that Jedi with their prudish nature about things that might get their panties in a twist. Surely not her uncle's lightsaber. That was in the toolbox, and last she checked it wasn't a crime to carry around a lightsaber.
Her eyes darted to the smaller Jedi at his side, who was smiling at her. A rather odd reaction for someone deciding to arrest her. He was either really friendly, deranged, or had some angle he was trying to play. She decided to be wary of him.
Finally, she came up with a solution on how to handle this. At least for now. Raising her chin in a manner befitting a member of the upper class, she said cooly,
"I do believe my rights have been violated. As a citizen of the Galactic Republic, I hereby evoke my right to an attorney."
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Aug 22, 2013 23:31:04 GMT -8
The darkness narrowed its eyes at the cold voice, a moment of confusion followed by a lance of recognition.
I remember you..
Cao laughed at Kirith's final statement.
"We're at war, Kir. All our rights are being violated. Besides, I doubt the Mando'ade would let one through anyway."
The darkness reached out, testing the limits and capabilities of the Other's presence. I didn't realize you'd still be here, after all this time.
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Aug 23, 2013 11:20:29 GMT -8
Zuli could feel the rising levels of Darkness within the two closest to him. He looked between them, raising an eye quizzically. He cleared his throat, looking at Cao and nudged him with an elbow. Turning back to Kirith, Zuli took a deep breath and continued..
"Regardless of your rights as a citizen of the republic, if you hadn't noticed, we are at war. Any and all ships, speeders, blasters, blades and pointy sticks are to be cataloged in case of an emergeny, when they will be confiscated and used to the benefit of the people. The Yavin Praxeum - and by extension, the whole moon, is officially recognised under the Republic as a military base. Any and all vehicles entering it or contained within can and will be subject to a full search at the discretion of any senior staff member without the owner's permission."
Zuli paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in..
"So your ship was subjected to such a search and certain items were found aboard it. Needless to say, they were enough to cause concern and warrant your detention.."
The Armoured Jedi Titan raised his gloved left hand, pointing briefly at the blaster on Kirith's belt..
"So I'll take that and any other weapons you may be carrying, and ask you both to accompany us to the Detention Center.." Zuli's tone was uncharacteristically serious as he opened his hand and held it out palm up.. "We can do it the easy way, or the very easy way.."
Zuli's right hand was now subconsciously gripping one of the Lightclubs clipped to his belt. He meant business, any threat to the Jedi Temple or it's inhabitants would always bring out the seldom seen serious side of the usually placid and friendly giant Jedi..
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Aug 23, 2013 15:26:17 GMT -8
Alex fell into step behind the Jedi Master, and as they approached to door, he felt himself becoming more focused and alert, as the adrenaline kicked in and dispatched of his fatigue. He adjusted his left hand around the forward grip of his weapon, and sunk a little lower, as he prepared to assume a breaching position. Zuli reached the door, and lifted his hand to the door chime.
Suddenly, the door was open, and a short, brown-haired woman stepped out, walking straight into the Jedi Master's chest plate. Alex's reactions snapped his weapon right up to eye level, ready to fire - then his conscious mind caught up as he realised there was no danger. The weapon sunk back down, and he straightened up, standing quietly by as the Jedi Master laid out the terms of the arrest.
He was ready for a fight. More than comfortable and willing to engage in one. But all things considered, there would be entirely too much shooting in the coming weeks, and he rather hoped that on this occasion, they could forgo the hostilities.
Come on. Easy way. Easy way. Easy way.
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Post by Kirith Aridigo on Aug 23, 2013 17:01:53 GMT -8
"When war is used as an excuse to violate rights in a time of war - that is when you must worry the most. How else do you think the Emperor managed to take over during the Clone Wars if it weren't for the fact that people were willing to sign away the rights because of the excuse of 'war,'" she said the the laughing man, fixing an unamused glare at the man that wasn't particularly menacing - no matter how much the woman may have tried. She had never been particularly good at menacing. "And I don't believe I know you well enough, sir, for you to start using such familiarities with my name. I'm Captain Aridigo to you, and don't forget it."
She turned back to the taller jedi in front of her. "Very well, I acknowledge that you may find the need to catalogue such items in a case of an emergency. As much as I would have preferred to have been in on the loop for this, I understand. I do hope that your boys didn't mess anything up."
As she began unbuckling the blaster to hand to the Jedi she added, "Pardon if I ask, but could I at least know what you found on my ship that would have registered as contraband? To the best of my awareness, I am carrying no illegal goods on board my starship." She handed the blaster to the Jedi, failing to go for the knife that was hidden in her left boot. After all, a girl never knew when she may need the extra assistance, and she could always claim she forgot it was there if it came up.
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Outside the conversation, much to the ignorance to Kirith, the Other's presence pushed back firmly, but discretely, against Vilus. Enough to make it's annoyance at the intrusion felt by the darkness, but not enough to fully give away it's presence.
As if acting on this thought, the presence diminished, but not before leaving a taunting jibe. If this Vilus was the same, perhaps the Other could provoke it into revealing itself to the others in the room and take away any attention that the Other may have accidentally acquired in protecting its vessel.
Then you are as much of a fool as always, the Other taunted a dark laugh echoing back at Vilus.
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Aug 23, 2013 18:27:44 GMT -8
His laughter fell short as Zuli elbowed his shoulder. Cao abandoned his ready stance with his offhand, instead using it rub the abused shoulder, not entirely sure what it is that he had done to warrant the nudge. Perhaps he shouldn't have laughed? Perhaps now was not the time for informalities?
Any traces of a smile died when she said she didn't know him well enough. Surely, she should have recognized him? Memory loss was not unheard of, he and Vilus had both suffered from it in the past, but he knew that she had felt him, and vice versa, when he had lost his hand in the jungle months ago. He knew that as surely as he knew his own name.
Did you do something to her that you haven't told me?
The darkness did not respond, focused on the Other before him. He could see her clearly in his mental plane of existence, hiding out in Kirith's mind. He saw himself, he saw the Other, he saw Kirith, he saw Zuli and Sidara and Corporal Owains, and as the Other tried to bait him, he smiled.
Perhaps I am still a fool, then.. Kirat.
He was positively grinning now, realizing as she shrank away that she was not afraid: no, she was, if anything, shy. It was the aptest term for it: she did not want to be seen. And he could take advantage of that.
But at least the Jedi know about me.
On that note, Vilus turned his attention to the towering Jedi Titan, reaching out to include him in the conversation.
You are no friend of mine, jetii, but I do you this service of knowledge: I am not the only enemy occupying someone's head. And I am most certainly not the most dangerous.
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Aug 28, 2013 9:19:54 GMT -8
Zuli took hold of the blaster and handed it to Corporal Owains, swapping the weapon for two pairs of SC-401 stun cuffs. He turned his head back towards the two detainees in time to 'hear' the voice in Caoimhin's head call out to him..
The Armored Jedi Titan's head span back around to look at Cao, a confused look spread across his face, brought on by the strange voice he heard..
You occupy the mind of a trusted friend and expect me to accept your word that there is more dangerous presence here than your own..?
Zuli's thoughts trickled out through The Force into Cao's mind..
He decided to investigate Cao's 'squatter' for himself later. For now, his focus returned to the matter at hand, looking back at the detainees. Zuli gestured at the wall with his cuff filled left hand, right still resting on the Lightclubs..
"We'll discuss the items located, and reason for your detention when you are safely in the Detention Block. Now, hands on the wall, if you will.."
Despite their current level of cooperation, Zuli wouldn't take any risks in delivering the two visitors to the Detention Block..
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Post by Kirith Aridigo on Aug 29, 2013 19:32:59 GMT -8
"When I'm safely in the Detention Block?" Kirith asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "What the hell is on my ship that would have you concerned about our safety? I mean, not that we're not grateful or anything for your consideration, but if you found something that would threaten our safety - I would reaaally like to know. A captain, mechanic, and occasionally transporter of goods I may be - but I swear to you sir, I would never transport something that would be dangerous for my safety, or the safety of my crew." She shrugged. "That's just bad business. "
"Besides," she added. "I'm on vacation. And, no offense, this whole war zone thing and getting arrested, wasn't what we signed up for when Sid and I decided to go on a beer tour." She rolled her eyes again and turned around to put her hands on the wall. "Last freaking time I listen to a Jedi asking me to go on adventure in a bar." She turned towards her friend, who was also putting her hands against the wall. "Sid, let's put that on our Never To Do Again Bucket List. Right those rotten, disgusting tequila shots we had on Corellia." She shuddered, remembering the drink. "Really should have just stuck to the ale. Corellians are much better with their ale."
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As for the Other, it was content to stay quite and go semi dormant for now, whatever the dark human spirt may try to do to expose her. Kirith was good at talking her way through most situations - and the Other didn't really see any need to interfere for now, not unless someone physically threatened Kirith's safety in a way that Kirth was incapable in her current unwillingness-to-use-or-acknowledge-the-force to counter. Besides, with the exception of her occasional practical violent streak in extreme circumstances, the Other knew Kirith was unlikely to take any sort of action that lead to her being threatened.
It turned a spiritual eye at Vilus one last time, deciding if anyone was a threat to Kirith on this planet, it would be that creature. Best try to keep Kirith away from him, and his light counterpart.
Although, it thought with a grin to itself, wouldn't it be fascinating if we got him alone?
The other pushed aside those thoughts. There would be plenty of time later.
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Post by Sidara Vercopa on Sept 2, 2013 17:50:14 GMT -8
Sid took a deep breath. Man, did she wish she had a cigarette right about now.. and a flask. I nice big flask of Manaan whiskey. Sid set her jaw and stared at the Jedi. She said a little prayer to herself and then opened her mouth.
This is ridiculous. You are arresting us for going on a bar crawl through the Universe. Since when is that illegal? Please Corr, for the love of all that is holy, figure out that we are here and in trouble. We didn't drink and fly the ship. We paid for all of our drinks. We were not disruptive. We were downright charming as a matter of fact.
Please, someone... ANYONE that is Clan Vhett, just show up.
Now if you would just excuse us, we will get out of your way so that you can carry on with this war. Thank you and have a nice day.
Sid started to make a move for the door, hoping that they would be able to keep walking and get off this planet.
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~ " Since I landed, I've been hearing talk about a certain Zabrak with black blades who apparently everyone is assuming is a General in the Jay-Pee-Tee from the way she organized the counter-attacks from the Hangar. You uh ... you wouldn't happen to know her, would you?"
