Fallenreaper

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 2, 6:00- 7:10 GST |~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex |~

Xid

Dreams, vivid and fast fading, twisted into unwanted memories while he slept. Xid tossed in his sleep. Restlessly his body curled up in his robes and moved about, feeling the dread fill his mind once more. That day settled to the surface against his desire. No longer locked away, it taunted him in his effort to rid himself of the horrors he wanted to forget. He curled tighter into a ball, his breath heavy and skin sweating in a cold chill leaving him shaking in his sleep. It had been too long since these nightmares had returned. A fact that he was ill prepared didn't help as he tried to brush away the fear creeping into his focus.

Why was he ever sent to that planet in the first place?

The question spread and scattered over his mental calm, ripping it to pieces with each echo. It would've been better if someone had driven a nail through his skull than let him live this again. A mercy really. But that was the last thing he should expect on a hellish ship like this.

It was nearly a year ago when he first arrived on the frozen planet called Belsavis, a high tech and secretive prison planet where the Republic's worse were kept. They were locked away from civilization for their crimes because the technological advances deemed it impossible to escape from. For some strange reasons, the Republic Council had contacted and promptly requested the Jedi Order's aid in researching the technology located there. Namely to discover how to further improve planetary defense systems against Empire attack, their losses killing Republic moral, and seeking to end the war in their favor. Since the technology required force-based knowledge and skill, Xid and his Master were chosen to take on the task. They were cautioned against any action that would lead to new weapons derived from the ancient relics by the Jedi Council though only Sela had met them personally. This memory would be one among many from the horrors within which would haunt him forever and leave him scarred internally.

~|Besalvis, 2 years ago|~
Mirror, Mirror, Who's the Darkest One of All?(Part 1)

The moment they stepped off the ship's landing pad, Xid succumbed to the bitter wind chill nip. It whipped across his lips and he knew they had turned purple, frozen by the dangerously low temperatures. Immediately his arms huddled around him while his eyes sought Sela. She was also bundled in thick furs and boots much like himself, and already heading toward a distance green. It wasn't far away. The tropical scenery was out of place within this frigid wasteland and easily spotted. Inviting enough, he turned to follow his master's lead. When his boot hit the snow, however, it sank. He grunted when his foot buried itself up to his middle calf and stuck fast. His blue eyes twisted into confusion as he peered downward, inwardly groaning at his misfortune. Feeling the flurries collect on his still figure, his arms started to pry themselves out by gripping his knee before jerking up.

Once... twice... plop!

When his leg released, Xid instantly lost his balance. His body curled back and his ass flopped upon the wet snowbank with a muffled yelp. Sela's crunching steps stopped when she heard his struggle, her figure twisted back and coming to into view once more. She struggled toward him and reached out her arm to aid him. Sighing, Xid held out his own for her to grab while she grunted, pulling him upright once more. Where his fur had landed in the snow, he felt wet and cold, the ice seeping into the under robes he wore just to make him miserable. Undeterred, the young padawan trudged along in his master's wake. Shivering in shame.

A few hours later, the frozen landscape faded into a warm, humid scene. Feeling the heat creep up on him, Xid gently removed his coat and slung it over his shoulder for the time. It wouldn't take long before where his body was stiff and frigid, sweat began to pour causing him to wipe his brow. He gave a weak smirk at his master followed by a gentle comment. “I'm not sure which is worse, master. Either trudging though the frozen wasteland or sweating within the tropics here.”

Sela chuckled lightly. She was already pulling off her own coat, followed by her over tunic and the boots, to lighten her load. “I much rather be sweating then freezing, Xid. Namely as I find it easier to peel layers you have than wanting to add more that you don't. Now, lets get to that prison before we end up melting, shall we?”

Her lighter layers seeming to have done the trick because she started to walk off bare footed toward the looming building. Eagerly cutting the distance, she expected Xid to follow in her wake. She was right of course. After being shown the example, Xid was shortly free of his boots and over tunic as well then he darted into the thick ferns after her. He could hear Sela's soft laughter when he ducked into the brush. His feet slapped the filthy ground running and shoved apart the greenery aside in his path, trying to catch up.

In a few hours, itchy fronds scratched at his hot skin making it twitch in reaction. Bugs were buzzing about his figure, irritating or worse, to curiously explore him trespassing upon their residence. Shortly a pyramid shaped building came into view for the Jedi. Unable to sight see, Sela quickly ushered him to the entrance where several armed troopers were awaiting their arrival, their forms dressed in the crisp, clean uniforms and bearing the Republic sigils on their right breast. Their blasters were held at the ready as they tensed on spotting movement, becoming ridged at seeing Sela and Xid edge their way into view. Instantly, one man, the obvious captain as shown in his outer wear, had stepped forth to meet them halfway. His polished boots clipping on the stone path before he came to a halt before the pair and raised his hand to saluted Sela, greeting her first in correct protocol. Being in his late thirties, black hair and hazel eyes, he stroked his beards when his gesture ended in a nervous habit.

“Welcome, Jedi Master Sela. We've been informed you'd be arriving and prepared you a living space for your stay though I'm regretful to inform you it's not much.” His voice stressed to keep steady and calm.

Xid;s eyes tightened on the reaction and out of habit, he caught Sela's eyes. She nodded, agreeing with his instinct, though she refused to comment out loud. Instead her arms folded into her thinner robes and took a respectful bow at the Captain then replied in a causal manner. “The living accommodation matter very little Captain, my Padawan and I will likely be very comfortable nevertheless during our stay. Would you be so kind as inform us about the prison and the technology Xid will be studying?”

“Certainly...” With that, the Captain stepped aside then held out his hand for the two to head inside first.

Sela cautiously, but calmly, lead the way inside.

Xid's body shot upright, his mind jerked awake. His eyes snapped open and breathing heavy when his desperation for the memories to cease finally woke him up. The boy was shaking violently at the recollection though the dream had only gotten through the beginnings. He hadn't even met the real cause for concern yet. Immediately Xid swung over his legs to the bedside and leaned over, his breath trying to resume a suitable pace. In and out, his mind began to coach his lungs into breathing correctly. His hand came up to ruffle his short hair in unnerved gesture and slowly, his jitteriness faded. Inwardly he scolded himself over breaking down so easily after only meeting a few Sith and one rotten experience, not even a violent or cruel one, had unraveled him so easily. It was enough to make him frown even more at his lacking strength.

It was obvious now to him who the weak link was.

Who was easy prey and Xid hated it. His mind reminded of Tolun's facts that he was the main means to escape and because of that, their best hope to see outside this ship without giving up who they were. The price for that was he would be forced to see his fellow Jedi attempt to protect him as much as they could against the Sith's efforts. Namely because if he fell, any chance that relied on him was gone too.

The knight sighed, his hand ruffled his scalp in unease, then hoisted himself upright. He needed to wash away his worries before they finally devoured him and just sitting on the bed wasn't helping. His feet dragged his way to the public showers, boots scuffling across the parasteel flooring and into the room. The first thing he noticed was the lacking in privacy. The showers were seeing through and the toilets practically hid nothing, Xid's teeth gritted in discomfort when his body succumbed to the natural tingling to take care of business. Pausing long enough to edge back through the door and ensure no one was coming, Xid emptied his bladder then proceeded to the next problem: taking a shower. He didn’t want to. however, going around clammy and sweaty wasn’t something that appealed much to him. Especially since he felt it screamed the truth, that he was far weaker than the other, which the least helpful in this situation. Unlike Tolun, Xid knew his anatomy didn't hide enough to allow him comfort in publicly bathing. An anxiety built at the thought of the female Jedi waltzing on scene, his teeth tightened against the urge to forget the shower, returning to the main complex where he didn’t have to risk it. It won’t solve the problem in the future.

The knight sighed, deep down he knew it was likely best to rig up a temporary solution then get it done and over with quickly. Rather than prologue until it was unavoidable. He stood back, his fingers pressed to his chin, and mentally studied his options.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

On a side note, to be clear. Andronmedia asked if he could pick up Raa and I gave permission.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Hey everyone. I might not be able to post too often over the next 2 weeks, I'm going to be busy most of the time.

@Vesuvius00

Thanks for the heads up Ves, though I hope you'll still be able to post off and on as we all enjoy reading your writing.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ovak

Ovak knew convincing Uicle had been a matter of logically outwitting the teacher’s stubborn sense. Something he was good at since his experience often had him outwitting much more difficult individuals and easily coax the grim natural golem maker into the role, one he was disappointed to say would’ve pushed Khan beyond his already stressed limits. Namely after the incident with the demons, the college’s relations were already tightly strained as it was. This meant the headmaster was under deep examination over every little detail he was involved. This included the opening feast, a usually joyous time, had become a bitter reminder of the students whose lives were lost during the slaughter. In remembrance to those who had fallen and bravely fought, twin banners were hung in their honor. A black dyed one for the fallen while a golden one hung for the fighters and volunteers, too numerous to give independent recognition to without ruffling more feathers. It was one of the changes Ovak was disappointed about though he hoped they would understand his plight.

Folding his hands in his lap, his eyes slid to the room corner. He spotted the young Naga hybrid playing with Uicle’s metal golem gaurdian. Gregor, as Uicle fondly named the beast, woofed its heavy bark then lowered hunches to get the child to follow it. She giggled lightly and reached to pet the pup, her fingers traced the delicate engravings of fur designs upon his surface. There was a contented growl when the animal rolled over on its back, revealing its belly for her to scratched. Ovak’s sight lingered there for a moment.

He pushed back the guilt at knowing the future possible challenges the child might face. Including a dark, grim fate she could end up dying before her life was complete. It was a terrible and unlikely fate, but a slim one nevertheless. Ovak inhaled softly then ripped his eyes away to spot Uicle glare at him, once more speaking in ancient Yarosmerian. He chuckled lightly in a thick, rich accent. ” You do it well, Uicle. You and I both know what would happen if Khan had attempted this after all. Eania would never show and we’d suffer from lacking revenue or have to send a representative to broker the deal. Last I checked, the only one likely to be on good terms with them is myself as Lidda won’t deal with her father after all. Sadly, not all of us have a pleasant relationship with our families like yourself.”

Naturally Ovak was subtly referring to the fact all of Uicle’s was dead and buried.

Mar

Mar's eyes jerked open suddenly.

Her breath was heavy and deep, her heart racing against her chest until it felt close to bursting. It rattled and shook, bruising the inside, as she was covered in a cold sweat. Her body shivering from the chill running up and down her spine made her feel abruptly ill, her guilt increasing within her chest over the images filling her head. Her dream, though it had ended, swirled about her mind’s focus like dark waters refusing to be ignored. Mar flickered out her tongue catching the dreadful, real scent of blood on it. Her arms scrambled to push herself upright only to spot the small swelling red drops where her nails had clawed into her own flesh. She stared at it for several moments, feeling the realization settle in her core and finally sooth her. It was just a dream.

Mar took a deep inhale to calm herself. Her body flipped over to her back, the cloak that covered her made a crackling sound at being laid upon. It made her jump visibly and sit upright, turning her head back to see Athalus’ cloak. Sighing, she turned it over to spot the crumbled up paper pinned on back. Her eyebrow raised in question while she removed it carefully.

Gently she examined the blank side and twisted it over, spotting the crude show of Althalus’ scribbles. He was often sloppy and messy in his markings when he was in a hurry. This along made reading, or attempting, rather hard even when he printed during their lessons. For the last few months, Althalus had ruthlessly insisted on teaching her to read rather than read the materials to her. Or allow her to struggle with the materials Lidda had given her. The vitamancer teacher had suspicions though she couldn’t prove it since the classes were mostly verbal and shown demostration than scrolls or books.

She leaned back, sitting upright on her bed, to skim her finger over the letters. Mentally Mar was sounding out the letters and putting each word together. Bit by bit, after an hour of struggling with the messy handwriting, she managed to sound out the letter out.

I know you've been having nightmares. This is incase you have another while I'm gone. I have to go make sure Tyrael gets Lyn. I'll be back soon.

Sighing, Mar used the useless parchment to dab at her wounds then crumble it and tossed it into the nearest corner. Gently she stretched her arms above her head and let her muscles feel that burning pull before she rotated on her bed top. Her tail slide down, starting to coil about to create a stable stand, as she pushed upright to stand. Mar groaned softly at feeling her body protest getting up. Her hair was matted to one side, likely Athalus’ fault since he tossed in his sleep and made her fingers tug a bit at the clustered knot at her head side. She had considered for a while to get it cut. Making grooming easier and less messy in the morning, but the actual action was stopped in its tracks. Her mind reflected on the sensation of Althalus’ hand parting her strains while he ran his fingers through her hair. It was a worthwhile feeling she enjoyed and the sole reason, at least she told herself, she couldn’t cut it.

Her eyes gazed annoyingly at her image before she began the chore of detangling her hair. She was nearly down when there was a knock at the Den door, her hand set the brush down and body recoiled from the dresser while she moved across the room. Mar peered out her top portion into the stinging dawn. Her eyes flinched and her arm raised to protect her eyes from the red light, her sight spotted an armor individual standing outside her Den. Hiis figure gleaming from the red light while her vision adjusted. Her teeth bared in reflex and her eyes narrowed on the unwelcomed stranger.

“Who in the Ravine are you?” She spat, her lips curled up in a deep set frown over the armored individual.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Excellent @Fallenreaper. We'll be back in about 3-4 hours.

@Ellri

Good cause I'm slowly coaxing Echo into making a collab with me. >)

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@Fallenreaper Well, Angel is kinda getting imprisoned by Archangel and STRIKE... ;)

@Athinar

:p Yay! Good luck! I'm getting Tearstone's ass in gear and will have a post up in a day or two. ^-^

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

I feel like Angel needs a win, soon. Anyone up to helping him fight The Cowl?

@Athinar

Well, not likely for a while as Racheli is one that only goes after people when they actually mess with her. Likewise you can always join @EnterTheHero, @Tearstone and me in the apartment scene?

If the other two don't mind?

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

It's up, it's up!!!

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

There was only one word to describe Raa’s awareness state to her surroundings and that was...Numb. Everything not directly in contact with her felt more surreal and dreamlike than she expected. Her mind relaxing enough to fall into a delayed shock from the transpiring events, finally letting them sink in as she looked briefly down at her bloodied hands. Blue stained everything from her sleeves to her front, covering her in the Turian’s blood, while she tried to recount what she just did. For a heart stopping moment, Raa’s mind went blank. Not even panic managed to edge into her awareness and that was a cause for worriment.

Gently, the little Quarian felt herself puppeted by Voira. The Asari led the way though Raa could barely register where exactly, her feet edging one in front of each other. She looked like a small child who was still learning to walk. She let Voira lead her away from the gurgling and bleeding Turian crumbled in the opposite corner, her expression blank when they finally reached the weapons locker. Her ear barely heard the Turian diplomat about to rip into Donny over his last action, something about the explosion, before she sank down against the wall.

Her own suit still bore the marks of what she had attempted to achieve while she tried to purge her memory. It didn’t help she couldn’t clean her suit and each time she looked down, her eyes caught the telltale signs from the gravely wounded diplomate. She started to shake. She was fairly sure her medical care wasn’t enough to save the female and she couldn’t help worry her good intentions might’ve just made things worse.

What if she had killed the Turian instead?

Raa’s breath made a sharp intake, her rhythm hollow and steady, her eyes stared into the far wall. She leaned against the weapons locker, currently letting the cold metal chill her flesh. It wasn’t helping her much. Her naked head continued to lean up against cold machine and weapons storage, watching quietly the Turian medic arrive. The male immediately jumped to mending her hasty job, his attention focused on increasing the diplomat's survival. Raa felt a sinking disappointment sink in. In the back of her mind, Raa couldn't help but wonder if she made it much worse when she should’ve just left it alone.

Raa's attention was taken when she heard Solares inquire about her status. Weakly she swallowed her nerves and looked to him, her eyes dulled in her shock, and nodded. "Yeah...I think I am. I just… feel strange.”

She didn't even mention she needed to get clean. That was the last thing on her mind right then while she curled tighter, her arms wrapped about her legs and trying to make herself smaller. Her chin sat upon her knees and looked ahead. At least until she jumped at hearing a feminine voice boom over the intercom. It interrupted the Turian's attempt to rip into Donny as the Asari started what sounded like an excuse for taking the station hostage, her voice commanding and firm in her words. It frightened Raa on an instinctive level to listen to it.

Whether Voira sensed her terror building or knew what was going to happen, Raa would never know.Her head was taken in her guardian's hands as she pushed Raa’s face to look into her. This was enough to increase the Quarian’s fear. She let her eyes linger into the Asari’s as Voira’s words reached through her haze, dread clawing within Raa’s heart at predicting what was coming. Tears were already budding to her eyes when tingling collected at her ears, muffling the shots of gunfire, causing her to whimper in reaction. Her hands seemed to have clasped over her ears alongside Voira’s, trying to help block out the sound even further.

She was trembling when it all ended. Her mind knowing deep down what happened and her face buried itself into the weapons locker side, tears pouring freely along her cheeks in her struggle not to break out crying. She knew her supervisor, a kind hearted but firm boss, had been among those slaughtered. She spoke through her quivering voice words they were all thinking. “Is that what ‘savoirs’ do now? Murder innocents who yet to do hurt them and call it justice?”

She wanted this day to be over. To go home, curl up on her bed and pretend this never happened. A pleasant thought and desire, but one of pure ashes and impossible for a reality. No matter how much she feverishly wished it, this day has already happened and it would never be undone. Raa settled into the metal, partly hoping she could merge with it and vanish, when she sensed Voira look at her. Lifting her eyes upward, she noted the Asari sigh then order her to stay put with Solares. Raa nodded weakly again as she leaned back into the wall. She doubted she had any will left to move let alone follow Voira into the hallway where more corpses were lying there, their sightless eyes staring.

The thought made the Qaurian shudder inside.

Several minutes later, her eyes spotted Voira come back to her side after tending to the one inside with them. Raa couldn’t help but notice her friend’s figure was covered in fresh blood. Her eyes widened to stare at Voira and her skin paling, unable to think clearly. “What? No, you know I can’t let you go without medi-gel.” Her voice rose a few octaves, her mind ripping itself back in the topic, her body struggling to rise. “What if you got hurt or worse, what then Voira? Who’s going to keep me safe? No, you need medi-gel.”

Already her hand went to her omnitool to transfer a portion of her own supply, likely enough for two people, over to Voira. She stopped when her ears finally caught Donny’s words. He was stressed, confused and reckless. She watched him waltz out of the room and head into one of the directions, unable to bring herself to follow after him again. It was challenge to just remain upright as it was since the adrenaline high had long since died. Now she was feeling the aftermath.

“We have to go after him as we’re not ready and he’s going to get himself killed.” Raa stated, quietly. Her head had followed the man’s wake and inwardly considered going after though she wouldn’t get far.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

I'm still working on my character. The backstory requires some in depth research and I'm trying to manage data.

@Dymion

Oh, hello!!! Newbie! *dances* What are you going for?