Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Oct 14, 2014 12:35:49 GMT -8
"And I wonder what that says about your love life," she riposted with a smile, relaxing into his careful neck and shoulder massage. For a fleeting moment she wished she never needed to sleep either. Often it seemed like there just wasn't enough time to get everything done. And now that Will Sontir had returned to Corellia, she sensed some kind of storm brewing just over the horizon. She'd rather deal with it, than wait for things to happen. Just because she realized that waiting was sometimes necessary didn't mean that she enjoyed it. Although...she did appreciate the time spent with Z'har. She wondered if the galaxy would ever reach a point where he would be able to be seen with her openly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2014 9:01:10 GMT -8
-Z'har Only that I always go for the best, even if it is completely out of my reach.Z'har was a little surprised when his comm buzzed, indicating an important message. Normally it would just 'pop-up' in his awareness, but as he had 'blocked' all that for the time being, he had set up the commlink to get any truly important messages. Taking a bare moment to check the message mentally, Z'har was somewhat surprised to see that it was just one of the many invitations to various balls, parties & functions he still received. The fact that he hadn't accepted or even replied to one in years didn't seem to have made any effect on the number sent to him. Reviewing it, he quickly forwarded it to Aya with a suggestion to attend. Now that she was the head of MandalMine Collective, she would need to switch to a more public role.
After a few more moments of thinking, Z'har realized why it had tripped his alerts. It was, in both scope & attendance, very similar to the old Phoenix Imperial Ball. The very same ball that he had first met Jade. Perhaps he could surprise Jade with a pair of tickets for them to attend the ball. It would certainly be amusing to attend as a plus one instead of one of the movers & shakers. |
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Post by Ael Jade on Oct 20, 2014 16:38:02 GMT -8
"Hmm, and how do you feel once the impossible has been achieved?" she asked blandly, while opening her eyes to green slits and peering up at him. "Goals can be such a let down when you've arrived at them, you know..." she continued lazily, listening as an alert went off on his comlink device. She was surprised he had not been summoned before now given that he was the head of a multibillioncredit operation, not to mention everything else.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 9:22:25 GMT -8
-Z'har
Then I just savour the impossible fruit I earned. I have yet to be disappointed in a goal that I have set.
The reward hadn't always been what he had expected, but their was a certain enjoyment of firmly taking hold of that was thought impossible.
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Oct 26, 2014 11:16:52 GMT -8
"Hmm."
His companion smiled up at him before closing her eyes and drifting into a nap. Some time later, she blinked back awake, not really surprised to find him still holding her. His new form did not require as much rest as was normal for other people.
"We should probably head back."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2014 20:31:36 GMT -8
The threads of fate had been woven into shape. All that had been prepared for was reaching its final stage. At last, the goal that had been envisioned was now in sight.
Time had passed ever so slowly, the small cult of Sith taking every moment in preparation to launch their attack upon the Jedi. Their hatred for them and the light ran deep and they simply refused to allow them to remain within the galaxy. Many attempts had been made by Sith throughout the ages to erase the Jedi, only few ever coming close to succession. Despite all this, the Jedi continued to prosper and blind the existence of others with their precious light. It was clear that only one option would truly work.
Hidden away, deep in the wilderness of Corellia, the group of twelve waited, delving into the arts of alchemy and magic. Patience was key as years passed by as they made sure everything was properly prepared. And, at last, the time was finally upon them. After working to remain hidden from the Jedi's view, they let slip the truth of their existence to the near-by temple, the rumor that a boy had been taken for a reason unknown. They knew the Jedi would come running, rushing straight to their demise.
They sat upon the ground, which was etched in ritualistic runes, slowly weaving signs with their hands and chanting faintly in perfect unison. In the middle of the circle the group formed stood a young boy of ten years old. He made no movement as they spoke, not even to blink an eye. Staring at the ground, he eyes were distant as if lost within a trance.
With each passing minute, the chanting grew louder and the Force began to swirl around the child and red sparks of electricity began to surge along the patterned floor. It wasn't long before the darkness from each of them surged into the child and rushed through his body like flood waters raging forth from a broken dam. His body began to convulse as the lightning intensified, merging with the dark energy they poured into him. His arms were thrust out to his sides and head raised to the sky as the power filled him like a mold. He appeared as if he wanted to scream, as if he was, but no sound came. His eyes had turned blood red and were now glowing, his body coursing with the Dark-side.
Minutes more had passed before the child finally fell to his knees, leaving only a pitch black silhouette of himself still standing, sparking with red lightning. The chanting continued as they all pressed their hands towards the boy and the shadow began to twist as it was pulled into a ruby stone necklace around the boy's neck. As the final bit of the darkness was absorbed into it, the boy's body jolted one last time before he fell to the ground unconscious. The necklace glowed and spark for a few moments more before finally subsiding.
The deed had been done and all had been put into place. All that was left was to wait for the Jedi to arrive to stop them and rescue the boy. What they had passed as rumors was now made truth, the power of the dark-side no longer concealed. Surely, it would send them running with purpose. But they made no preparations to greet them, only continued to chant faintly, the lightning receding, though the darkness surrounding each of them could almost be seen.
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Post by Ca'guuror DelaSangre on Dec 26, 2014 21:46:34 GMT -8
Sitting with in the woods, partially hidden with in a tree the male's legs where stretched out along the branch while his back was pressed against the bark, protected by the thick black leather of his sleeveless vest. His hands dangled at his sides, metal clad in his personalizes shuk'orok which had long razor sharp talons upon each finger. He watched, smiling as Neena was cavorting around in the grass. He knew she would love returning here to her homeworld where he had befriended her so as they had been in the sector the male had decided to pause in his travels. Tridra was enjoying the time as well, his long serpentine body weaving through the grass, occasionally pausing and looking up as his three heads twisted this way and that keeping their eyes open for danger. When the male dvito was sure it was safe again it would lower back to the ground and continue to slither around. The serpent was growing bolder, venturing farther away from Ca'guuror but still making sure to keep in sight of his owner. Having been hatched and hand raised by the man, serpent and make where exceptionally close, and it showed in there interactions together such as now, with the three headed snake not only watching its environment for protection but constantly looking back at the male lounging in the tree to make sure he was alright as well.
Ca'guuror didn't know why he was here other then he felt like it was the place to be. Gut instinct perhaps, or perhaps it had been something more. A deeper reason then just to coke here. A calling perhaps that he wasn't aware of that had brought him here for a reason or reasons completely unknown to the male. So he lay there, eyes half lidded watching his animal companions l as they enjoyed themselves, himself relaxing as well unaware of the galactic things about to unfold here and the part he was suppose to play in them. The Force works in mysterious ways, and for a Force-sensitive being like himself, even though even he didn't know he was, it called regardless.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2014 15:14:01 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2014 18:51:53 GMT -8
As the Jedi quickly surrounded the group, they stumbled to their feet in a flash. The "guests" had arrived as expected. Turning to face their executioners, as there would never be a surrender, each of them gave a faint smile. Even if the Jedi had caught it, the meaning behind it seemed unreachable. With a swiftness of those aided by the Force, they each let a hand press towards the Jedi, releasing Force Pushes laced and enhanced with the power of the Dark-side. While it would do nothing to harm the Jedi, the power they imparted into each push was meant to be stronger, rendering them momentarily disoriented and unbalanced.
The second the pushes were sent, the Sith scattered, dashing off into the forest, five pairs in all directions. Only two remained for a moment more before splitting apart in opposite directions, a male and a female. The chase was on, for none planned to give the Jedi a chance to capture or kill them.
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Post by Ca'guuror DelaSangre on Dec 27, 2014 19:35:43 GMT -8
Ca'guuror had sensed....something. Something that was a short ways away from him in the woods. A soft, whistling call brought Neena bounding towards him upon four legs, closing the gap to his side in less then a few seconds. Tridra came as well, hearing the call of his partner and slithered towards him, wrapping around and slithering up the male's leg and around his waist to come to his shoulder. Long tail wrapped down Ca'guuror's right arm and three head settled upon his left shoulder. With his fauna companions Cag moved rapidly through the woods, headed towards the source of his unease instead of away from it. A thoroughly unusual trait in any being for sure.
Hearing voices, commotion and general chaos ahead of himself, the male hesitated a moment, instinctively reaching for his songsteel sword on his left hip, but taloned shur'korok grasped nothing but empty air. He had left his blade upon the Panthera, having not had an intention upon fighting. He noticed two shadowy figures moving towards himself and tsked softly, gesturing at a tree. Neena disappeared in the blinkif an eye, leaping in to the tree and hiding amidst the foliage. Cag stepped in front of the two cloaked figures, halting their progress through the woods.
"Excuse me....would you mind so terribly as to directing me towards the nearest lavatory? I have this horrible, animalistic urge to relieve myself...."
His words where answered with the snap hiss of two red beams of plasma, activated from with in the folds of cloaks and brought before themselves in a ready stance. Cag's lips turned upwards, pulling in to a smile that was chilled by the glint of sharpened upper and lower canines that looked bloody in the light reflected from the two red lightsabers.
"Hmmm....I take that as a no? No bathrooms nearby? To bad..." He laughed as the two Sith launched themselves at him. His own hands moved, his right up and left down and out away from his body. Taloned fingers extended the red blades of searing hit plasma slid between them and the Sith, triumphant smiles on their faces where completely caught off guard as razor sharp digits closed, wrapping around the deadly blades and gripping them. Clearly none human strength held the blades in mid-air and Cag barked a rough laugh. He thrust the blade caught before himself away, shoving the Sith back and away from himself. His left leg snapped out and drove in to the chest of the second Sith, sending the poor being flying backwards and slamming in to a tree.
Smirking, but having lost the element of surprise Cag focused on the stumbled Sith, only to be caught in the chest with what felt like a super powered punch that knocked the wind from his lungs and sent him back about three feet through the dirt. A force push indeed....he thought to himself as he caught his breath and straightened. So they wanted to play dirty? Well he could play dirty just fine. Lunging forward he slapped the flashing red blade away as it thrust at his side with his right hand, spinning suddenly to his left side to dodge any back up force power thrown at him. Fingers clenched together, left hand held open palmed he thrust it forward as hard as he could. A gasped of air left his opponents lips, eyes wide. Cag drew his hand back, blood and gore dripping from his fingers. He had pierced the man's side, flesh parting like hot butter before his razor sharp claws. He was dead, and his brain simply had not caught up with that fact.
However there was still another Sith. He turned to confront the second Sith, and a bellow of pain left his lips. Blue, crackling lightning slammed in to his back and side. Agony tore through him, but it wasn't the worst pain he had felt ever. His shape shifting was almost as painful. Snarling, he turned towards the second Sith, and began to circle him more warily, orange eyes narrowed as he contemplated his opponent.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2014 14:32:05 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 12:56:58 GMT -8
The Sith had split their ways, breaking the Jedi down in order to catch them all. The group that had arrived were already less than the Sith, making the encounters from that point much easier to end. However, things weren't as expected when a couple groups ran into others.
Cag had ran straight into a single group, taking down one of the Sith and ready to dispatch the other. The first was taken out almost with ease, though in the first death, the second Sith took advantage to unleash a stream of Force Lightning. Now the two were circling each other, ready for the other to attack.
The other Sith were being followed by seven other Jedi. There were six Sith in total before splitting away into three pairs, attempting to divide the Jedi further. One group, came to a stop, unable to progress further as they reached a ravine. They could escape by dropping in, but even for them, it would most likely kill them.
Steffo had begun his pursuit of another pair of Sith, who had begun stumbling and fighting their way around the growing foliage. It wasn't long before they, too, had been brought to a halt. Standing back to back, they waited for the one who was slowing them down.
Continuing on through the forest, the single cloaked Sith followed closely by the Zabark lead the Jedi deeper into the forest. Suddenly, the Sith jumped int the air to the trees, seeming to try and lose his pursuer in the branches. However, the moment The Sith touched the trees, he turned and launched himself back at the Jedi, arm raised out to the side to clothesline him.
The final Sith who had gone solo lead the Argonion, running along the border of the forest and a clearing. Without warning, the Sith lept forward and spun, letting go of two shoto hilts that ignited into purple blades and spun like discs towards the Jedi, one on top of the other.
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Post by Abaddon on Jan 1, 2015 15:47:56 GMT -8
Abaddon had felt a stirring in the Force, something in the dark side was stirring and swirling heavily and had been growing stronger and stronger. Out of curiosity the male had directed Genesis, guiding her towards the source of this disturbance in the Force. Once his worldship had gotten with in the system he had directed her to hide behind a dead moon and taken his shuttle towards Corellia. Having landed the male was following the Force when suddenly the disturbance cut out. Like a severed limb that part of the Force simply dropped away, leaving it empty and void.
Clad in his black Jensaaria armor, the male continued through the forest. Feeling a swell in the Force, he could feel the battle between Light and Dark raging ahead of himself. His right hand reached down to his side, grasping the hilt of the retrosaber hanging there connected to a powerpak at the small of his back. He didn't activate the plasma sword yet, but watched as two black cloaked Sith ran past him in the darkness quickly followed by two Jedi. He contemplated between which two to follow, or to traverse the distance back to where they had all originated. Caring little to nothing about the Sith or the Je'daii he continued along, moving until he came upon a clearing. There lay a boy, the residual Darkside in the air around him. Kneeling, the black armor clad figure reached out and laid a hand upon the unconscious boy's forehead.
"Interesting, how very interesting."
He looked around, noting all the Je'daii had left and contemplated if he should help the boy, or leave him for the Light siders.
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Post by Ca'guuror DelaSangre on Jan 2, 2015 3:41:29 GMT -8
Cag circled the second Sith warily, back and side aching a bit from the Force lightning but it wasn't to serious. He wished he had his sword, for it would have allowed him to engage the Sith fairly. As it was the Sith had the advantage of reach, where as Cag had to get 'up close and personal' to achieve his objective. Cag fainted towards the male, then pulled back eying the blacked cloaked figure. Cag's eyes stayed focused upon the Sith, but his lips pursed. A sharp, quick whistle left his lips and out of the darkness from above and behind the Sith leap Neena. Claws extended she landed upon the Sith's back, her venomous claws ripping through cloth and flesh to deliver her venom that would weaken the Sith.
As the Sith spun to attack Neena who was on his back she leap away, bounding to Cag's side. He circled the Sith again who by now was looking for avenues of escape, but it was to late. The venom of the sand panther weakened its victims, and the Sith would soon find himself weakening and growing tired. Eyeing and watching the movements Cag knew when to attack, and stepped forward. The return swing of the Sith was slow, and Cag caught the attack the Sith's wrist. His other hand came up, and fingers wrapped around the Sith 's throat clenching down and cutting off.the supply of air provided to his lungs. "I could you like this, just a bit more pressure and a jerk and I would your throat out." He snarled at the Sith. However he wouldn't and knew it. Instead he held the Sith until his body went limp and released him, knowing fully well the Jedi would want him alive.
Walking away from the still form, Cag noticed a few of the branches of trees trees rustling. He raised an eyebrow, following movements and noticed a figure in the shadows. Unlike the Sith this wasn't a shadowy figure but none the less it was one that was attempting to remain mostly unseen and so thus Cag couldn't make out who or what it was. What he did see was the trees around him, growing and stretching out vines towards two more Sith who had been caught in the woody ropes and where slashing their lightsabers wildly trying to free themselves.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2015 19:45:28 GMT -8
Abaddon had felt a stirring in the Force, something in the dark side was stirring and swirling heavily and had been growing stronger and stronger. Out of curiosity the male had directed Genesis, guiding her towards the source of this disturbance in the Force. Once his worldship had gotten with in the system he had directed her to hide behind a dead moon and taken his shuttle towards Corellia. Having landed the male was following the Force when suddenly the disturbance cut out. Like a severed limb that part of the Force simply dropped away, leaving it empty and void. Clad in his black Jensaaria armor, the male continued through the forest. Feeling a swell in the Force, he could feel the battle between Light and Dark raging ahead of himself. His right hand reached down to his side, grasping the hilt of the retrosaber hanging there connected to a powerpak at the small of his back. He didn't activate the plasma sword yet, but watched as two black cloaked Sith ran past him in the darkness quickly followed by two Jedi. He contemplated between which two to follow, or to traverse the distance back to where they had all originated. Caring little to nothing about the Sith or the Je'daii he continued along, moving until he came upon a clearing. There lay a boy, the residual Darkside in the air around him. Kneeling, the black armor clad figure reached out and laid a hand upon the unconscious boy's forehead. "Interesting, how very interesting." He looked around, noting all the Je'daii had left and contemplated if he should help the boy, or leave him for the Light siders.
As Abaddon, placed his hand upon Kahn's forehead, the ruby stone in the necklace began to glow, reacting to Abaddon's presence. It grew brighter before suddenly causing lightning to surge around Kahn and release in a small pulse, an attempt to keep him away. The final parts of the ritual placed a barrier that would arise in the presence of anyone who didn't bear the light. A fail safe, it could be called, in case anyone of the Sith or darker nature attempted to capture or harm him, at least for a short amount of time. Kahn was meant to be taken by the Jedi and the Sith that had fled were going to ensure he arrived as part of their plan.
Through the forest, a speeder flew towards the clearing where the ritual took place. After the first group had left to intercept the Sith, the growing darkness only intensified, bringing a slight sense of worry to those that had remained. Amongst the feelings, they were then able to tell that there had been twelve Sith that had gathered. However, the first team was made up of only nine members. While none doubted the skills of the ones that went, to leave them outnumbered was foolish. They would ensure that their comrades came back successful, not a member lost and the boy retrieved. Wasting no time, seven others were gathered and made haste towards the battlefield, heading straight for the clearing. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 17:44:32 GMT -8
The minutes passed quickly as the speeder closed in on the clearing. They had felt others had joined the battle, some of the light, some not. Currently, they had felt one in the location that the Sith had originally been found. As they came to the clearing, the team of Jedi quickly disembarked, sabers ready. However, the presence that had just been there had vanished without a trace. It was worrisome to know that someone was here only vanish just prior to their arrival, but it couldn't be helped.
A younger Corellian male looked around, taking in the presence that was scattering further throughout the forest. He said nothing, motioning only with his hands to the Jedi then out in different directions towards the fleeing Sith and pursuing Jedi. As quickly as they had arrived, they scattered, seeking to aid their fellow comrades. The young man stayed behind, moving over to where Kahn lay. His moves were slow and cautious, ready for any traps that may have been left. None came as he bent down to look the boy over. He looked in rough shape, but the details of how bad was beyond his knowledge. He was but a warrior, not a healer. Picking the boy up, he carried him back towards the speeder and set him inside. The boy had been left alone, allowing the Jedi to get him. His concern was getting him back to the Academy and into the infirmary while the others helped engage the Sith. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned the speeder around and headed back to the academy.
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Post by Abaddon on Jan 24, 2015 8:05:50 GMT -8
Abaddon thought the booby trap upon the boy amusing as he watched the crackling forcing lighting attempt to knock him away. Catching the lightning in his hand he absorbed the energy with ease, then moved away from the boy and gazed upon him a moment longer. This boy was interesting. There was simply something about him, and Abaddon would need to keep a closer eye upon him. Perhaps the boy would need somebody later totals him under his wing. That force lightning was no accident, and clearly a mark of the dark side, which made the boy a person of interest to Abaddon. So yes, he would keep an eye upon the boy.
Standing up Abaddon stepped away from the boy and looked around. There where light siders coming, and he should probably leave this place. They might see him as the enemy they where apparently after so vehemently and he would be forced to kill them which would be such a sad waste of life and resources. So the black armored male moved back in to the shadows of the woods, his armor helping shroud his visage as he watched the light side Je'daii come and take the boy away.
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Post by Ca'guuror DelaSangre on Jan 24, 2015 18:11:30 GMT -8
Ca'guuror wiped the blood off his flaws in the last two Sith's robes. Entangled in seemingly moving vines, he had finished these two off easily. He picked up the weapon the two had dropped. The he went back and gathered the weapons fro the first two Sith. All together he gathered three regular lightsabers, a saberstaff, a projectile weapon of some kind (he didn't test the weapon yet) and a gauntlet from one of them he recognized as a sit lanvarok. All together a nice little haul that he would be able to sell or keep for his own private collection.
Grabbing the unconscious Sith by the collar, he hauled the male to the spot where all the Sith had been gathered around the boy. He grimaced seeing the boy was gone. It would mean he would have to track him down. Dropping the Sith unceremoniously on the ground, he went aroun and used a cloak that had survived unscathed and created a bundle with all his own things and those he had just taken from the dead Sith. Last he stripped his clothing off til he was naked and stored those in the make shift bundle as well. He quickly transformed, becoming a massive tiger with spikes projecting from his shoulders and back. He looked around and noticed Neena, and through the Force asked her to carry the bundle as he dragged the unconscious male. With superior senses of smell Ca'guuror tracked the boy along the path he had been taken.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Aug 11, 2015 23:54:29 GMT -8
Thump thump thump
Kali was unsure if it was the thumping sound or the pain from her left side below the ribs that awoke her first. It was only then did she realise that the load thumping noise was in fact her own beating heart.
Slowly her eyes began to open and as they did so, the pain in her head intensified, through the slits of her eyes all she saw was a blinding blur, it was only then did she realise that the loud thumping sound was in fact her own beating heart.
Pushing herself up onto her right elbow she winced and gave out a small cry as the searing pain in her side protested loudly at the movement, it felt as if her side were being ripped apart or at least that is what she would imagine it would feel like.
Placing her left hand over the wound, she tried to force her eyes open but the brightness was too much, but now sitting upright and shielding her eyes and giving herself a moment, she gave it another try and forced her eyes opened and was met by the sight of…nothing, the sun was shining down directly upon her and all she could see were grassy plains for as far as her eyes could see.
Feeling sticky warmth trickling down through the fingers on her left hand, she lifted the hand before her and, as she had suspected was met by the sight of her crimson blood glistening beneath the sunlight. The flow of blood was small but enough to tell her she needed to stop it and soon.
For now she would just need to try and stem the bleeding. Lifting the hem of her tank top and holding it between her teeth, she mustered all the strength she could manage and tugged on it to rip as much as she could free, then folding the material into a large square, Kali placed it over the wound and secured it in place with her belt and slowly and painfully bought herself to her feet.
It was this movement that told Kali that she wound to her side was not the only injury she had suffered, her body screamed out in more places then she could count. Her arms were bloodied and dirty and she obviously had many more bruises and cuts elsewhere over her person but that was not the biggest concern she had, the biggest concern right now was that she had no idea of how she had sustained the injuries, but that was not the all, not only did she know what had happened, she had no idea of where she was nor who was…
Looking down to where she had first woken up, she noted that the grass below her was dry while the grass that was surrounding her was wet suggesting she had been there for some time as her clothing was damp. Surveying the area around her Kali could see neither tracks to show she had been physically dragged here nor any sign of a fight and this left her at a loss.
Gripping her side hard, she squints up at the sky and takes note of the position of the sun and decides her best course of action is to try and head toward it and hope she soon happens upon some form of civilisation….and hopefully a friendly one.
After walking for what felt like an age the sun lowers in the sky, her journey becomes visually a little easier now, but the wetness of her wound covering tells her that she needs help and fast, she is tiring quickly and the pain of her injuries is making it all the more difficult to focus on her heading. Her saving grace is that now she can see the scenery changing, not too far away from her now are a many trees of what appears to be a small forest, small in the sense that upon either side you can see an ending, as if belonging to a small holding and showing the boundaries of their land.
Entering the trees offers a small amount relief from the heat of the sun that has been torching her skin for the past many hours, the coolness is refreshing and the one little relief that she has at the moment. She decides to stop for a moment to gather some perspective of her surroundings and rest briefly. There are many sounds; the rustling of the leaves brushing against each other in the breeze and birds’ calling to each other, but what catches her attention is the sound of water trickling. Debating whether to step off course, she looks up at the canopy above her and notes the placement of the sun once more. Thinking for a moment, she decides that for now at least, she needs water and that without it, her situation may become far worse that it currently is and follows the sound.
Kneeling down beside the small stream, she scoops as much water as she can into her dirt and blood covered hands and drinks’, savouring each cooling mouthful of water as she does so, her need for hydration overrules the pain she feels with each bend forward. With her thirst is finally satisfied, she removes the blood covered rag from her wound and rinses it in the stream before trying to clean the wound itself, once clean she examines it the best she can, noting that it would appear she been stabbed or impaled in some way. Her mind fights to try and retrieve some memory, but there is nothing, it is as if it has been wiped clean.
Replacing the rag back over her wound and securing it in place, she removes her black vest and soaks it in the stream and wipes her face and chest. With each wipe brings a sting or burning sensation as it aggravates the unhealed wounds. She continues now doing the same again with her arms, the sight of more wounds appear from the bloody mess. Cuts, some deep, some shallow but all in various stages of healing. What puzzles her more is some of the wounds looks defensive while others look very systematic having been purposely done.
Rinsing her top once more, she puts it back on; welcoming the cool and soothing sensation it provides and raises herself to her feet.
Staring down at the stream, she tilts her head and follows the stream with her eyes in both directions. Studying the flow of the river, she stands for a moment and ponders which direction to follow. Looking back through the canopy of the trees, she seeks out the sun and takes note of its position and decides to head downstream walking close to the bank.
The sun begins to lower further in the sky threatening darkness within the next few hours, this leaves Kali feeling edgy, she has no idea where she is, nor does she have any weapons to protect herself from whatever creatures lurk within the surrounding trees. Her steps are becoming slower now as her body begins to feel the fatigue much more heavily, whether it is from blood loss or hunger she does not know, maybe a combination of both, but each step feels so hard and her legs feel so much heavier. She is tired and broken and needs rest.
Stopping once more she looks at her surroundings, it is only then that she notices the trees thinning on the other side of the stream.
Drawing on the last of her strength, she jumps down from the bank into the stream and doubles over in pain as the impact sends a searing and burning pain through the wound to her waist. She presses hard against the wound below her ribs and after taking a moment with some deep breaths, she grits her teeth and stands upright and wades through the stream and climbs up the bank on the other side.
Once on the other side of the stream, she notices a large broken branch and uses it to aid her walking. The trees thin quickly now and through them she can see what looks like a rundown farm or outpost of some sort. This sight gives her momentum and though she is tired and in pain, her pace increases as she moves forward, hoping to find something that could be of help.
Cautiously her eyes flick from side to side, forward and looking behind her as she does not know what or who to expect. A short while later after rummaging through some run down barns, she concludes she must be on some kind of farm, what type of farm is impossible to tell as there are no cattle and no feed to give it away and it looks abandoned.
She grabs a couple of old rusted blades left lying upon a workbench and tucks them into the loops of her belt and makes her way through the far doors of the barn into a large bare courtyard with a humble looking home on the far side. It is old and needs some tlc but does not look derelict by any means, again, surveying her surroundings she looks quickly pulls herself with the branch across the courtyard and up a couple of smooth stone steps to the porch and knocks the door.
After a few more attempts at knocking, she calls out and knocks one final time before pushing the door but curses when it remains firm, she tries to the touch pad, and again, nothing it remains closed. Taking the small rusted blade from her belt she then levers the plate beside the touch pad and eases it off to reveal the wiring, not knowing how she knows what to do, she cuts a couple of the wires and secures them in such a way that the door slides open allowing her entry into the home.
She steps slowly inside and now she knows that this is in fact still a home. It is tidy, clean and smells fresh.
She holds the knife ready in her free hand leaving the branch behind by the door and cautiously walks further into the house calling out…
“Hello? Anyone here...”
No answer, she looks around the home to make sure all is clear and heads into the kitchen and begins searching the cupboards for supplies.
Finding a first aid kit she sets out all she needs on the table and then grabs a knife from a nearby stand, she heats the knife over the stove till it glows red and then, removing her makeshift dressing, she bites down hard on her belt and gently pushes the knife slightly into her wound…
Falling to her knees she drops the knife and growls in pain and recovers for a time, taking deep breaths and clenching her fists.
As the pain begins to lessen, she wipes the tears from her eyes and stands, taking a seat on the stool nearby the table; she cleans her wound and dresses it.
Quickly she begins to fill and cloth bag she had found hanging near a cupboard with food and bottles of drink, she is in desperate need of supplies and not knowing how long it will be before she is able to find more food or water, she needs time and to be prepared.
Armed with a sharper knife from the kitchen, her supplies and the branch to aid her walking, she heads out of the house wishing to be gone before the inhabitants return, but the whir from a speeder tells her she is too late.
Unable to run and hide nearby she knows she has no choice but to face the inhabitants, but in her current physical state, she would need the element of surprise to stand any hope of overpowering them.
Stepping back inside the house she closes the door behind her and waited.
The whir becomes louder and then stops, replaced by two voices, 1 male and 1 female. They are laughing and conversing as they become closer and heading up the porch to the door. Once reaching the door their voices become audible…
Male voice “shhhh. Eider, step behind me!”
Eider “why? What’s wrong?”
Male voice “For once woman will you just do as I damned well ask!”
Silence follows their little conversation and then as the door slides back, and with the large branch held in both hands, Kali swings it toward the door catching the man unaware and knocking him to the floor then quickly and painfully Kali toward him and lifting his head by the grasping his hair, she presses the blade of the kitchen knife against his throat while staring directly into the eyes of the wide eyed woman…
“Just do as I say and neither of you will get hurt? Okay?”
The woman just stands there staring wide eyed at Kali, trying to digest what is happening and wanting to say or do something, but her mind is obviously empty as she stares at her husband being held by this wild and bloodied looking woman before her. Her poor Ed, his shock if white hair is now all bloodied and clumped at the front, with blood running down his face and dripping off the white stubble of his chin. Now she felt guilty for shouting at him this morning for not shaving, as if that was the most important thing in life. Here he was, 68 years old, finally retired and taking things easy after his heart attack and this happens. This kind of thing does not happen around these parts, in the city yes, but not here, that was why they had moved outside into the middle of nowhere. They had moved less than an hour away from the city for the quiet and peaceful life.
Somewhat impatiently now, Kali repeats her question…
“Do you hear me? No heroics and you both survive this, okay?”
Eider nods her head quickly….
“Good girl Eider, now we are going to move into the kitchen okay? Now walk before me but I want you facing me. Understand?”
Nodding her head, Eider walks slowly before Kali. Pushing the knife more sharply against the old man’s throat but keeping her eyes on the old lady, Kali leans down and speaks in a calm voice that shocks her. It is calm and controlled yet with a dark undertone; it was as if this kind of thing was not new to her, as if it was all part of her everyday life. Brushing the thought from her mind she focuses on the task at hand.
“Now old man, I want you to stand up, no heroics, just do as I say and this will go nice and easy. Do you hear me? You do not want your poor wife’s last memory of you to be a bloodied mess, now, do you?”
Doing as he is told, the old man stands and then, with a nudge to point him in the right direction, he follows his wife into the kitchen.
Still with the knife against the old man’s throat, Kali directs the old woman to take a seat on one of the stools and insists on her silence.
“Now, old man, do not lie to me as I shall hear it in your voice. What planet is this and where is the nearest space port?”
The woman looks at Kali with a look of confusion but says nothing while her husband begins to answer the crazy woman’s questions.
“Correllia, you’re on Correllia. The city is about 45 minutes south of here and there is a space port there. Take anything you need, but please, do not hurt my wife.”
Stopping herself from pondering too much on the information she had just been given, Kali instructs the woman to lead her to their gun cabinet and to give them all credits they have in the house. Following the woman once more who was walking backwards facing Kali and Kali, still holding the knife to the man’s throat, she takes a small handheld blaster from the woman and a blaster rifle. Both pieces had seen better days but as long as they worked they would help her fare better than she was currently. Next, all the credits were placed in the bag that held the supplies she had previously scavenged from the house and then, back in the kitchen she had the woman sit on a stool and forced the old man to sit next to her, all the while the knife held firmly against his throat.
“Now, I am going to leave now and I shall be taking your speeder. I have to do this, Eider, kiss your husband and tell him how much you love him.”
Tears were now flowing from the eyes of Eider as obviously understands what is happening, her husband now is begging and pleading with Kali to not hurt them but it is no use, it is all a matter of survival and Kali is not prepared to take any risks. Eider leans forward and takes her husband’s face in her hands and whispers her love from him in his ear and kisses her firmly on the lips, he hugs her and whispers something to her. They hold hands and sit up straight looking at each other.
With the blade still resting against the old man’s throat she pulls it swiftly and firm from ear to ear and then quickly repeats the same on Eider silencing her scream. It was not punishment, Kali knew she was physically weak and could not withstand a fight; she also needed to be sure she had the longest amount of time possible to get as far away from here as she could. It had not occurred to her to simply ask for help it was obviously not part of her make up to seek help instead of murder. There were no tears flowing from her eyes, there was no regret, no sympathy nor an ounce of remorse, it was all a means to an end and it felt…normal.
Leaving the house with her supplies, she climbed into the speeder and set her trajectory north, making way for the city. The only thing that she knew was a definite at this moment in time was that she needed to leave this place, maybe she could find a ship to take her somewhere, but even now she did not know where she would go but at least the ride would give her time to remember, hopefully…
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 14, 2015 4:29:22 GMT -8
The screen on the speeder's dash crackles to life. The grey storm turns into a picture of a man. Bedrovelse Hevn's face was focused in intense consideration upon the woman he saw. His face is worn from tire and brutality. His dirty grey hair hangs at neck length, swooped to one side. His pale sapphire eyes are frigid with hatred and judgment. His stern jaw was thicker than a normal humanoid's, reinforced by metal and cybernetics. He speaks coolly, a mechanical whine at the back of his soft voice.
Congratulations Kali. You have passed the first phase of the selection process. Fly to hangar thirty five. I'll be waiting for you.
Bedrovelse squints at her through the screen. Eyes rotating around the edges before he harshly sneers.
Take care to wash the blood off your damn hands before you get here. Thanks.
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