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| A Knock-out Arrival; [Closed] [Coruscant- Rovnak] | |
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| Asylum | Oct 19 2011, 07:21:43 PM Post #31 |
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"Such sweet sentiments have no true place in the world." The idea of love sickened her. Love made others weak. Love made them blind to the world around them. Love killed them in the end, stealing their very breaths until only a ghost of a life was lived was there. Ariana had seen love's cold and calculated manipulation first hand, had watched as it ate away at her mother, destroying her even as she swore that the man would return. Christoph Berendt, her father, her mother's savior, had never returned. He could not spare her mother the agony of the desert heat and dry air, an environment she was not accustomed to. The Dantari woman had done the best she could for four years, raising her daughter the best way that she could. The slave owner had been understanding but unattached, selling the child to a man well into his forties without a second thought. No, love destroyed everything, and Ariana had sought retribution in the image of her half brother, the young man whose blood had soaked the walls of his apartment. Where was love then? "Always teetering on the edge, always threatening to fall, but you never do, do you, Mina Devor?" Her particular talent came with perks, but the name had only been given by the man the woman had nearly killed. The Zeltron had been so close to the ledge, had placed one foot within the darkness, but the nuisance of a companion had interfered, had prevented the full burst of darkness from entering the woman. How disappointing. Slowly, her gaze moved to that of the Jedi, her lips pressing in a tight line. She would always be silently connected to them, always be reminded that she had given up her only child to them. Maybe that was the idea of love? One that was not in an intimate sense. “Have you considered, Mina, that maybe, just maybe, this Jedi does not mean what he says?” She was glancing at Khorin for a brief moment. “He tells you he loves you in the height of emotion, but not out of passion or desire. How can you honestly believe him, not when others have actually loved you, cared about you, even if they made grave mistakes in handling their own affairs?” She fell silent as she stepped closer, still maintaining some semblance of distance between herself and the two individuals who had come to the club hoping to rescue the ailing man who now lay on the ground struggling to the breath. The toxin he had been injected with was highly lethal, but still slow enough that the man was clearly suffering. The toxin had not entirely been her idea, but she had been the one to choose it. Even now, the Zeltron’s gasps for air did little to bring forth any sense of wrongdoing. So much suffering. He caused this, you know. The toxin is highly lethal, with no cure, no treatment, just a slow agonizing death. He thought it was fitting, that you deserved this agony and sadness. Such a cruel thing to do to someone you loved to deeply, is it not? The message was clear as she glanced at Khorin once more. The former Jedi did not know what he had gotten himself into when he had decided that working with her would be most beneficial for him. Three senators had been murdered with no traces of evidence left behind. It was as though the very same killer who had murdered the Chief of State’s son was in the midst of things, but more refined, more careful. Who would have guessed that such assumptions were correct? The senator from Zeltros had been an added bonus, barely part of her original scheme of things, but she had taken the opportunity presented to her, had dealt the cards just right with just the correct use of empty promises and little white lies. “Do not tell me that all that rage and potential died when this lying charming told you he loved you. He is clearly lying to you. What man tells a woman he loves her in such a manner?” Her lips curved into a slight smile. “Are you truly going to allow him the satisfaction of killing the person who did this to you, when you would feel so much better if you did it yourself?” |
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| Lani | Oct 20 2011, 12:43:00 PM Post #32 |
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All the galanty was proving to be taking its toll on her mind. Mina felt as if she was one of the gaumless because it felt as if her wits had deserted her, she felt so stupid. What a gowk she was! Her anger had not diminished, if anything she knew it only would rise to an unbearable point once more. Rovnak had succeeded in what he had wanted; Mina had her wits about her. The words of the woman knew exactly where to cut, they were clinical but even although the pink skinned Zeltron longed to ignore them, they resonated within her. It seemed a part of herself longed direct her anger that had been borne from betrayal and loss at someone, anywhere but herself. Her father, she spared a glance at the man who had despite faults loved her. Despite his struggle to breath she saw the message in his eyes. There was no condemnation; he did not glare at her for her failure. If anything this made her feel even worse. Where was his hatred? How could he lay dying because of her inability, ensnared in this debacle because of her and still look at her with the eyes of a loving Father? The possibility of Rovnak lying had not even occurred to her. Even so she doubted she could hold it against him. Not when he stood by her still. Not when he had stopped her from letting the dark side seduce her completely into its addictictive embrace. There was no illusions that Mina would have prevailed without his call for her to return back to reality. It worried her that now she could think clearly. Mina was beginning to feel as if she was detached from what was going on all around her. Her voice like brittle glass was steady but cold. “Get up!” She ordered looking at Khorin, igoring the woman who seemed to be the key to all of this. “Run! Walk away! If we cross paths than I will finish what I started!” The effect on him could not have been better even if she had screeched. He edged backwards, away from here. He knew that her force abilities even with disuse were strong, empowered by the rage she could finish him...or Rovnak would. He seemed to seek protection from the other woman. A woman who instantly made the fine hairs at the back of her neck prickle uncomfortably. Here she was beside her father who was growing very still, alive but no longer having the strength in his waning body to move. Mina forced herself to her feet. Her violet eyes barely disguising the anguish and turmoil within. It would be easy, so very easy to kill Khorin. Oh, she could imagine his eyes as life left them, as blood vessels perhaps burst and how he would land like a puppets who had just had its strings cut. But his words rang inside her head 'I love you'. She didn't know if they were true or not, but she knew he cared for her. Rovnak brought warmth into her life. He was a steadfast friend; patient in his dealings. Mina was keeping the lid on the rage for him. His words had let her regain control. Even if she knew that her brush with the dark-side only spelled a struggle ahead...for the anger was not gone. Only suppressed. A girl is easily led. Her telepathy, her strongest gift was directed towards the woman. Mina wanted to know her exact role in this, wanted revenge to be extracted. The petite woman, shorter than Mina but undoubtedly infinitely more dangerous. Mina stepped towards Rovnak. There was nothing to be done for her father; nothing but vengeance to gain from ending Khorin. No, that could be done another time. A time when her rage did not dictate her actions. Better a coldblooded intent than a death at her hands when touching the dark side of the force. Less harsh her words were directed towards Rovnak. Unsure glances at him. “He cares for me. Whether it is love, or is not is hardly relative to knowing he cares. He was a man who cared enough to pull me away from the brink; when my supposed love played me to push me over it.” The words were harder than she had thought they would be. She couldn't help but have one glance at Khorin, she felt sick to the pit of her stomach at how events had played out. Slightly braver she spoke scathingly. “You are playing a game. I know that I can't win, yet. But I can't let you walk out of here when my father will never do so. You are the Mastermind, the controller. “ She snarled as she stepped forwards with her hand raised, summoning the force as she uttered her last words to the other woman. “I'd much rather kill you.” |
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Zeltron Information Broker - Mina Devor Barabel Battle master, Jedi Councillor - Sholla Mae Zeltron Junior Senatorial Aide - Dalain Merrimu (Devor)WIP | |
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| Jean | Oct 20 2011, 03:22:06 PM Post #33 |
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Rovnak's attempt to catch Mina as she fell failed utterly, but as he stood before he he felt as ifmoving her would only make things worse. he didn't know what it was, but he felt it would be a violation of the moment, that to help her would only weaken her. This was something she needed to experience on her own, just like one of his padawans before her. But to stand by and do nothing, to be forced to wait by his will, by the will of the force, was one of the most excrutiatingly painful things he had ever done. She had put herself on the line for someone she loved, had tried to kill someone that killed them, that had manipulated her, and he had stopped her. A question whispered itself in his ear, a question he was afraid to answer honestly. Why had he stopped her? Part of him had wanted to see Khorin dead, had wanted to end his life as quickly as possible. But another part, the nobility and morality in him that encompassed his life as a Jedi told him not to let her, told him that she would only fall and be lost to him forever, and that was what had stirred his heart to action. Three words was all it had taken to end that bout with darkness, was all it had taken to force her into her right min, andthree words that continually, even after he had said them, shoook him to his core. He couldn't believe he had blurted it out so suddenly, had told her how he felt, or how he thought he might feel, about her. Was it the truth? Quite possibly, but at the moment it wasn't his primary concern. The Sith Lady was. Like a predator protecting his territory Rovnak rounded ont he woman with his pistol drawn, ready to put a bullet in her at a moment's notice. While using a lightsaber would allow him to better counter her actions, he knew it would be dangerous to get close to her. With that in mind, the Grand Master kept his pistol trained on the bridge of her nose right between her eyes, ready to pull the trigger at a moment's notice. Anger swept through him swiftly but left just as quickly. When she had commented that he was lying about his love for her, the Grand Master nearly pulled the trigger on instinct. But it was Mina, not himself, that kept the scout in check. The fiery woman roared at Khorin to run away, and something at seeing the Sith cower from her ifted his spirits, made him lighter and pushed away his thoughts of anger and annoyance. Slowly a smile crept up on his features, the words that Mina said offering him some form of comfort that she might share his feelings on some level. Whether they loved eachother or not, he knew neither of them were sure, but the caring and feelings shared between them were more than just that of simple friendship. She easily expressed as much as she indirectly spoke to him, that was until she turned to Ariana and began to let loose her anger and frustrationagain. it was not the dark side this time, but he knew that harming Ariana at least would make her feel better, even if she didn't kill her. Hell, rovnak doubted that at the moment they would be able to take the woman out, she'd had more time t plan her escape, and if they both attacked her at once she no doubt had an escape plan. There was no need to pursue her after that, even as much as Mina might want to, rovnak knew that his friend should be there when the last flicker of light left her ailing father's eyes. Rovnak would if it were Stonehand lying on the ground. "Time to pay the price for screwing with ex-jedi like ourselves," rovnak called out as he let loose a pot-shot at Ariana, aiming for her arm to deal her a disabling strike as quickly as possible. |
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| Asylum | Nov 5 2011, 11:10:19 PM Post #34 |
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The Zeltron woman’s indignant words echoed in her mind, but it was not enough for Ariana to truly feel threatened by the remark. There was passion behind the words, a type of rage that she had encountered before, but it was the type that was truly underrepresented within the Sith Order. It was an anger fueled by love and care mixed with the realization that the one who had held the cards the entire time, not the former lover, not the current lover, not the cruelness of the galaxy, only one Sith. Ariana felt a small, cold smile cross her lips as she stepped forward enough for the woman to see her, her dark eyes focusing on the Zeltron with interest. Such potential in this one, yet she knew that the other had overstepped, had gotten in the way. The Zeltron would have certainly fallen if the other had remained silent, had not spoken those three words to distract the other just enough to pull her back from the edge. If she ever had the chance to toy with the man alone, she was very certain that he would not come out alive. The first thing to go would most certainly be that troublesome tongue of his. “A girl is easily led. I find those words so remarkably true about you. What forced you to pursue truth? Your heart? Your mind? Your sense of what you felt needed to be done?” She paused for a moment, watching the man’s movements behind the Zeltron woman. There was no fear to be felt; Ariana never feared the actions of others. It was simply not how she conducted herself. “You see, I have defined your problem, Mina. You love too easily. You followed this mindless and useless specimen of a Sith, hoping to rekindle some false love that he had for you. Yes, it was truly lacking substance. Why else would he desire to bring your father into all of this?” The words were cold, but to the point. Blunt, but necessary. Maybe she was using the tactic to defect the blame unto someone else, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Sparking the anger that was already present would only help to break her, bring her down to a level where she would become far more usable to her. But the snag was already there, present in the form of the man now leveling the barrel of his firearm at her. She had no hope of making the Zeltron see anything more than what she was willing to see, but that would never stop her from trying. Her eyes never wavered as she felt the swell of the Force surround her throat, already beginning to work toward cutting off her airway. She allowed the emotional woman to have go, to feel empowered by the effort to choke the life out of the Sith Lady, but Ariana was already smoldering underneath the cold façade, already preparing herself to strike back even as she struggled to try and bring it air to fill her lungs. Killing me will only give you a temporary feeling of satisfaction, and I am certain you are as aware of this as I am. The thought was calm, but there was a power behind it. As petite as she was, as youthful as she appeared, Ariana was anything but unthreatening. The smile across her lips became colder, even as she found herself virtually unable to breathe. You have no idea of the kind of game you have made yourself a part of, Mina, and I doubt that you will ever be able to grasp just how deadly I can become. Ariana felt herself taking hold of the Force usage that radiated around her, her focus no longer on the man standing behind the Zeltron woman as she began to twist the entity into something else. Easing the pressure off of her throat enough so that she could start to breathe again, she forced it back toward the other, manipulating it so that the possibly of the woman’s strongest of the most painful memories would begin to surface in her mind. Dirty tactics only became a term used when the victor was no longer the strongest; Ariana had no intention of losing this inconvenience of an impromptu battle as she forced the technique to become stronger, hoping to bring down her opponent by the sheer power of the memories. Might I suggest that next time you resist the urge to raise a hand against someone who can so very easily destroy you? There was a mocking tone in her voice, a tone that she often used during her own lightsaber combat. She had learned over the years what weakened someone, what made them slip up and make unnecessary mistakes. Everyone had a breaking point. Everyone made mistakes. What set her apart from everyone else was the fact that she had made such mistakes early on and had learned from them. You should not play with those who can crush you, those who can little for your well-being in the very end, Mina. Do yourself a favor and walk out of here before I destroy the very spirit that you have left within you. Her thoughts were cut short as she felt the hot, piercing pain shoot up from her arm. It took her a moment to realize that the other man had fired. The surprise lastly just a few seconds before she regained her composure. Her good hand grasped the dagger resting against her thigh, quickly and easily unhooking it from its holster before she threw it forward, aiming directly for the man’s chest. She gave her fingers a test, moving them as numbness spread throughout her injured arm. She knew that any ensuing battle would not be in her favor, but she was resourceful. She had to be. |
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| Lani | Nov 10 2011, 03:21:45 PM Post #35 |
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Manipulative but gifted in manipulations, not a novice. It may have worked, even on a stubborn minded woman like Mina, if not for the fact she was probably beyond the point she would allow herself to listen to the venom spewed from the mouth of the Sith. Deep down she knew that she was doing wrong, she was drawing on the dark side. It was such an attraction between her and the heedy embrace of it. She now knew how so many willingly fell into its grasp. Power had corrupted thousands if not millions before her. Nay, billions it had to be. How was she any different? She was not. Whatever was good in Mina was outraged at her actions. She was in a quarrel with herself, her mind screaming at her to stop but her body refusing to. She suspected her violet eyes were blood-shot, red blood vessels enlarged, giving her a wild and most likely pitiful look. Wake up! Where is the strength of your heart? Where has the willful but good-hearted woman gone? She shouted to herself, in her mind where none but her would hear her internal struggle to decide what was easy, and what was right. Compared to the Sith she was but a child when it came to wielding the force, especially the dark side of the force. Hadn't she learned a lesson? A Jedi did not use the dark side; a Jedi should not. Of course, she wasn't a Jedi any longer. Was she? It would be easy. Simple. Mina could simply walk in a path she had spent so long avoiding, some would be disppointed but this power would insulate her against the pains that were consuming her. I can't kill you. A hopeless laugh escaped her lips. This was the realisation, this was where the strength of her will. The training of a Jedi and fortitude came into play. Mina Devor was no Sith. The Dark side was not going to be her Master. She had no Master, she would serve the light-side of the force, but she would never be enslaved by the dark-side. She made her own choices, and not again would she sell herself to the dark side all in the price of revenge. It was not the Jedi way. It should not be her way. The price of revenge is not one I can pay. I am a Jedi; my path may have drifted from the Order but I am in the past and always a JEDI. She slackened her command of the force, part of her still unwilling to release the Sith fully. Seeing her father slowly die by the Sith's suggestion had scarred her. It had pushed a long the dark impulses she had long kept tightly under wraps into surfacing. Her ability to wield the force was dimished, after years of disuse it was to be expected, but she had felt it when the Sith had over-powered Mina's own attack and began twisting the force into something of nightmares. To be correct it was nightmares. A slide show of images and voices were swirling around her mind. Her teeth sunk into the soft flesh of her bottom lip, she struggled to stop herself from screaming. To stop herself begging for mercy. She could not let herself fall to such a dirty tactic. She had the mental fortitude to fight this. She just had to find it within herself and if it was not possible to overpower the Sith than to match the power with her own. Her entire body was trembling violently. These memories were trying to overpower her, to make her but a shell of the woman she had been and still was inside. She had learned of such an ability, she knew of it. She had to counter it? Could she over-power a Sith as clearly strong as the woman before her was? Rovnak, she didn't doubt he would aid her. But this was her battle. I won't break. I refuse to break. I won't go to that place again. Not again. Not ever! The Zeltron threw back furiously as she finally won the mental struggle that had been micro-seconds from not ending in her favour. It must be the rage within her that had given her the strength to throw it off, ordinarily she doubted she would have been able. Rovnak had fired at the Sith. Mina had almost neglected to count his presence in this, it had been the Sith and Mina. Nobody else had been of consequence but the shot had brought her back to her senses, enough that when the dagger was aimed true at his chest came to her attention a arm that felt like lead was brought up, her eyes narrowing as she prayed that she had the strength left to redirect it harmlessly away from him. She felt ready to collapse. |
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| Jean | Nov 10 2011, 04:12:08 PM Post #36 |
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The battle that ensued was one of seconds, one that had gone by in the blink of an eye. Rovnak could not have hoped to stop things from going the way they had gone. Even as he pulled the trigger he knew it was the only thing they could do. This Sith had been toying with Mina's mind, had been harming his friend in one of the worst ways imaginable. The bullet that tore through her shoulder was a site he watched and burned into his mind with all its glory. The slight spray o blood that left her shoulder told him everything he needed to know: he had jarred her from her assault, had bought his friend time and made sure the Sith paid for what she had done. He only regretted he hadn't aimed at her heart and killed her, that would have been far more agreeable to the Grandmaster. Such thoughts of death and destruction were common in war, and while for a Jedi they should seem as mournful thoughts of loathing, he relished in the idea to deal death to those that would destroy the entire galaxy with their arrogance and ambition. He would not let the Sith, or anyone of black heart and mind, destroy the galaxy his predecessors, his ancestors, and now him had worked so hard to build and defend. No, this woman would be stopped, here and now, before she did any more damage to either of them, especially to Mina. For his friend Rovnak was willing to take as many cuts, bruises, and bullet wounds as necessary to ensure that Mina was kept safe and as far away from the Dark Side as possible. But when the knife began to soar through the air Rovnak's eyes widened in momentary surprise but glee as well. This woman had fight in her, was resourceful, and if she thought she could kill him with a single throw of a knife she was sadly mistake. With the mind of a sldier and the reflexes of a Jedi, rovnak twisted away from the missile but caught the hilt with a swing of his left hand before it escaped his reached as it passed where his chest had been mere moments ago. The hilt felt polluted by her taint, by the presence of Sith power, regardless, the Grandmaster flipped the dagger in his hand, and with the force augmenting his power, hurled the blade right back at the woman with all the strength he could muster. A desperate attack certainly, but to turn one's own advantage into their demise was exactly what the Grandmaster wished to do to the Sith, as it had always led to their eventual destruction before, and he would exploit it just the same as they themselves had in the past. Mina, he called with his mind to his Zeltron companion, are you alright? |
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| Asylum | Dec 6 2011, 07:45:16 PM Post #37 |
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A slight smile crossed her lips as she watched the man’s reaction, watched how quickly and how efficiently he had switched the vibrodagger’s trajectory back toward her. She knew her own weapons better than anyone; she knew what poison she had used to coat the blade, knew the antidote and how to synthesize it, knew how long it took to work effectively, and she knew that she did not want that blade to pierce through her own skin. She knew the consequences of the being injured by such a weapon, and she knew that there was a slim chance she would make it far before the toxin took effect. Twisting her body at the last possible second, the dagger flew harmlessly past her, clattering to the ground as she glanced at the pair. She knew what she would have to do, and part of her was not thrilled by the acknowledgement of it. She had to step away from this battle. Ariana allowed herself to become neutral, pulling away from the dark side in order to better think clearly about her options. She knew that she needed to play her cards right, that she needed to play her hand when the time was better for it. Now was not that time. She needed to step away from this fight, allow herself a chance to plan better for what she knew would be a second encounter. There was something about the woman that told her that she would need to watch her back, should the woman ever cross her path in the future, or the woman’s protector. Yes, she would need to rethink her options, plan her actions accordingly for the next meeting. There was no other way around it, and no other purpose to kill the woman just yet. Only the senator had been the target, and she had taken care of him. ”I would be very careful with where you step, girl. Not even you know what lurks in the shadows.” Nothing more was spoken as she stepped back, her dark eyes watching them both for a moment longer before she spun around, moving quickly down the corridor and into the shadows, making sure the grab her vibrodagger as she moved to exit the building before they had a chance to follow her. The next meeting would be very different; she was certain of that. |
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| Asylum | Dec 6 2011, 07:45:24 PM Post #38 |
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