[OOC: Continued from Caging a Crow]
Raphael stood there looking down on the wounded girl, as she lay unconscious. The rain on Dromund Kaas began to pelt the landing pad furiously as a storm moved overhead. He was quite a bit exhausted after their bout, sweat poured from his body as his muscles ached. The Sith finally wanted to be rid of this wretched facility, they had been here far to long for his tastes. It was time for the next step in the process of conversion with the young girl. It was time for her to see the glory that the pack has with the home base on Sojourn.
A transport ship began to light up the landing pad as it approached, docking swiftly upon it. The ramp went down and the Sith immediately moved to get out of the rain. Along the way his wet gloved hands motioned for the prison guards standing at the entrance to bring the girl. The guards moved quickly, scooping her up and dragging her across the wet landing pad till the reached the ramp. Aboard the transport ship, Raphael moved to private quarters to rest while the rest of the crew began its preparations to head to Sojourn.
Guards dragged the girl over every bump within the ship until they reached a detainment room. They threw her inside before hastily exiting the ship to return to their duties inside the facility. Two more Sith guards took watch of the door as the girl lay inside a dimly lit containment room while Raphael rested in a room nearby.
The transport ship took off and exited the atmosphere as the crew punched coordinates for the moon base. The crew launched the ship into hyperspace for their short journey.
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The Existence of Fate [Kressara Training]
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Re: The Existence of Fate [Kressara Training]
Kressara had lost. No matter how hard she fought, she still lost. Now here she was laying out cold on the floor of a cell in a ship bound for another place she’d likely never been. Kressara groaned in her sleep and stirred slightly, visions flitting in and out of view from behind her eyelids.
“What happened?” Her mind wandered as images began to form from memory.
Raphael materialized before her.
“Oh yeah...HE happened.”
And then someone taller but just as regally beyond her birthright appeared. Lord Blood stood behind Raphael with this ‘I told you so’ smirk on his lips.
“I almost forgot about you…”
The royal pair faded and in their place Kressara saw herself standing with blood on her stolen armor and a vibroblade in hand equally as drenched. She looked fierce and determined to...to do what? The memory was fuzzy once more. Her image changed from a battle stained survivor to the innocent farm girl she used to be. She was standing before a field of endlessly tall crops, far taller than they actually should have been, with a smile on her face.
“I look creepy when I smile…” Kressara mused and felt herself being sucked into this dream distorted memory.
There she stood before herself, dressed as she was now in her crimson smeared armor, staring uneasily at the younger copy. She was haunting...unreal...something beyond her concept of good and evil. She had something inside of her that made Kressara’s skin crawl unlike anyone ever had before. She didn’t dare speak to herself. Her eerie copy lifted a hand to point somewhere behind Kressara, to which she turned and saw fire engulfing the farm. Smoke rose to block out the sun, leaving it all a grey and red nightmarish scene.
“...I did this…” The real Kressara muttered out loud and a giggle from behind sent an unsettling chill up her spin. She turned again and just inches from her vision a void, malicious, happily grinning face was staring her down. Terrified, Kressara stumbled back as her strange duplicate began to chant, “I did this. I did this. I did this. I did this. I did this.”
“Stop!” She yelled at herself, but the chanting only grew louder as the voice strained and rasped.
“I DID THIS! I DID THIS! I DID THIS!”
“LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” Kressara screamed and ran past her croaking copy who then began to give chase. Just barely within reach Kressara leapt into the crops and fled a ways, only to realize that she’d quit chasing herself as soon as she stepped foot into the fields. Kressara peaked over her shoulder as once again the smiling girl stood still, just grinning at her with those mad eyes.
“She is your anger, my daughter.”
A voice both calm and impossibly loud echoed throughout the warped memory.
In the distance away from the farm Kressara heard a child crying, wailing for someone to find her. The sounds though faint twisted at her heart. Kressara against all her better judgement followed the sounds to a clearing in the crops that rose up forever above her head. A little girl was hunched and caterwauling for someone to show her the way home, her long flaxen blonde hair drenched with the tears she was leaking that somehow pooled over the ground at least two inches high. Stepping into the puddle which rapidly spread to cover as far as Kressara could see, she called to the child.
“Who are you?”
The child didn’t respond, only crying and begging as if she couldn’t hear Kressara speaking.
“She is your fear, my daughter.” The loud voice from before resonated. “She will not hear you...like your hatred, she cannot save you.”
Kressara thought for a moment before answering the voice, “I need saving?”
The feminine voice answered, “Don’t you know? You out number yourself.”
“Where are you?” Kressara inquired.
“Wrong question.”
Looking back to her wailing self, Kressara decided to leave behind the personification of her fear to find the source of the voice.
“How do I find you?” She tried rephrasing and the voice laughed a beautifully entrancing chuckle.
“You already know the answer to that one.”
Kressara waded through the ankle deep water of the surreal dreamscape, a forest of crops as tall as towers growing all around her. The wind here was cold, yet it didn’t chill her. It blew and somehow the leaves of the stalks remained still. No ripples danced in the wake of her steps through the water. Kressara looked behind her where the clearing in the field had been to find only more endless foliage stretching on into infinity behind her. The urge to panic and cry for help almost overwhelmed her, but the memory of what the voice had told her rang through her mind so loudly that she spoke it to herself out loud.
“Hatred and fear cannot save me...This place is beyond emotion.”
And suddenly it all made sense to her. This was no fever dream...it was an out of body experience. Kressara reached out to touch the empty air before her, focusing all of her mind on the odd wind that blew against her.
“Show me…” The wind stilled and Kressara called again, “SHOW ME!!!”
“Do you know me now?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks that blurred her vision and screaming herself hoarse Kressara answered, “I KNOW YOU! I’VE NEVER KNOWN ANYTHING SO TRUE!!!”
“What happened?” Her mind wandered as images began to form from memory.
Raphael materialized before her.
“Oh yeah...HE happened.”
And then someone taller but just as regally beyond her birthright appeared. Lord Blood stood behind Raphael with this ‘I told you so’ smirk on his lips.
“I almost forgot about you…”
The royal pair faded and in their place Kressara saw herself standing with blood on her stolen armor and a vibroblade in hand equally as drenched. She looked fierce and determined to...to do what? The memory was fuzzy once more. Her image changed from a battle stained survivor to the innocent farm girl she used to be. She was standing before a field of endlessly tall crops, far taller than they actually should have been, with a smile on her face.
“I look creepy when I smile…” Kressara mused and felt herself being sucked into this dream distorted memory.
There she stood before herself, dressed as she was now in her crimson smeared armor, staring uneasily at the younger copy. She was haunting...unreal...something beyond her concept of good and evil. She had something inside of her that made Kressara’s skin crawl unlike anyone ever had before. She didn’t dare speak to herself. Her eerie copy lifted a hand to point somewhere behind Kressara, to which she turned and saw fire engulfing the farm. Smoke rose to block out the sun, leaving it all a grey and red nightmarish scene.
“...I did this…” The real Kressara muttered out loud and a giggle from behind sent an unsettling chill up her spin. She turned again and just inches from her vision a void, malicious, happily grinning face was staring her down. Terrified, Kressara stumbled back as her strange duplicate began to chant, “I did this. I did this. I did this. I did this. I did this.”
“Stop!” She yelled at herself, but the chanting only grew louder as the voice strained and rasped.
“I DID THIS! I DID THIS! I DID THIS!”
“LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” Kressara screamed and ran past her croaking copy who then began to give chase. Just barely within reach Kressara leapt into the crops and fled a ways, only to realize that she’d quit chasing herself as soon as she stepped foot into the fields. Kressara peaked over her shoulder as once again the smiling girl stood still, just grinning at her with those mad eyes.
“She is your anger, my daughter.”
A voice both calm and impossibly loud echoed throughout the warped memory.
In the distance away from the farm Kressara heard a child crying, wailing for someone to find her. The sounds though faint twisted at her heart. Kressara against all her better judgement followed the sounds to a clearing in the crops that rose up forever above her head. A little girl was hunched and caterwauling for someone to show her the way home, her long flaxen blonde hair drenched with the tears she was leaking that somehow pooled over the ground at least two inches high. Stepping into the puddle which rapidly spread to cover as far as Kressara could see, she called to the child.
“Who are you?”
The child didn’t respond, only crying and begging as if she couldn’t hear Kressara speaking.
“She is your fear, my daughter.” The loud voice from before resonated. “She will not hear you...like your hatred, she cannot save you.”
Kressara thought for a moment before answering the voice, “I need saving?”
The feminine voice answered, “Don’t you know? You out number yourself.”
“Where are you?” Kressara inquired.
“Wrong question.”
Looking back to her wailing self, Kressara decided to leave behind the personification of her fear to find the source of the voice.
“How do I find you?” She tried rephrasing and the voice laughed a beautifully entrancing chuckle.
“You already know the answer to that one.”
Kressara waded through the ankle deep water of the surreal dreamscape, a forest of crops as tall as towers growing all around her. The wind here was cold, yet it didn’t chill her. It blew and somehow the leaves of the stalks remained still. No ripples danced in the wake of her steps through the water. Kressara looked behind her where the clearing in the field had been to find only more endless foliage stretching on into infinity behind her. The urge to panic and cry for help almost overwhelmed her, but the memory of what the voice had told her rang through her mind so loudly that she spoke it to herself out loud.
“Hatred and fear cannot save me...This place is beyond emotion.”
And suddenly it all made sense to her. This was no fever dream...it was an out of body experience. Kressara reached out to touch the empty air before her, focusing all of her mind on the odd wind that blew against her.
“Show me…” The wind stilled and Kressara called again, “SHOW ME!!!”
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The walls of foliage shook violently, the water sloshed as the ground trembled, and the wind blew in every direction all at once. Chaos unleashed from the darkness overhead and razed the field to the ground, giving way to light, then to darkness, and to light again. Kressara screamed and fell to her knees, eyes wide as they could be while she witnessed a galaxy from on high descend upon the earth. She felt innocence, knowledge, peace, chaos, suffering, and numbness all at once. Gasping she fell madly in love with every aspect of it and fell against the shallow water in all mending heartache. She grasped her chest, heaving for oxygen that simply didn’t exist anymore, yet praying that never again would she be free of this place. She learned the true meaning of the force in these eternal, fleeting moments.
It was euphoria...discomfort and helplessness that eased and empowered her. It was wild and unbound by any living thing, yet it sustained her as if she somehow belonged to it.
—-((((Force app pause))))—-
“Do you know me now?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks that blurred her vision and screaming herself hoarse Kressara answered, “I KNOW YOU! I’VE NEVER KNOWN ANYTHING SO TRUE!!!”
—-((((Force app resume))))—
The stars took the shape of black birds and flew simultaneously at Kressara, striking her with fatal, powerful blows. Each hit was a breath that offered relief until every star in the night sky resided within her body. Massive black feathers formed from the darkness and all the madness was silent. In the wings of a massive crow Kressara lay still, just the sound of her breathing audible until the voice spoke for a final time.
“Rise, daughter. Inherit the future.”
With a strained gasp Kressara shot up from the floor of the jail cell covered in sweat, shaking uncontrollably, and dehydrated from crying. She was no longer trapped within her subconscious mind, but what she learned from looking within would change her life forever. Kressara believed in the force now more than she believed in her own existence, and she would live for the chance to feel that indescribable presence again. She lifted her hand as she had before in the dream and closed her eyes, exhaling unsteadily. She could feel it now. She could feel the force in the cell all around her. Kressara smiled genuinely, sobbing with joy as if she’d only just now woken up from a dream that lasted all her life. The force danced around her in celebration, comforting her aching body.
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There is a place that hurts the most, but will I go there? I cannot climb, it's far below. I have to fall there.
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Re: The Existence of Fate [Kressara Training]
Raphael awoke in fury as he began to feel unsettled upon this ship. Something was wrong, something was completely different about this ship he just couldn’t place it. As his heart rate returned to normal, Raphael moved to wash himself up a bit. He had a bit of bruising all over his body from that pesky girl; she put up quite a fight against the young Sith. After self-examination, Raphael got dressed in his casual attire before they got close to Sojourn.
He pressed a button on the wall to open up communication with the cockpit, “Pilot, what is our ETA?”
A few moments passed before a voice echoed through the room, “We are about an hour out sir.” The communication line was cut by the young Sith as he pondered what to do with this new potential he had hidden away in a containment room.
Another moment went by before a knock came at his door, one of the many men working on this ship had come to provide him food. He took the food and water graciously before sitting back down within his room.
Nearby, outside the containment room guards laughed and joked as they could hear the girl struggling inside. The two watched her through the small window on the door as she squirmed in her nightmare.
An Hour Later
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The decent sized transport ship had docked on one of the many landing pads among Sojourn. Raphael stepped down from the platform onto the luscious environment of the resort moon. Everything was pristine, just as he had left it. Taking a deep breath in, Raphael basked in the glory of all the colors and sounds around him. It was good to be home after such an extended period of time away.
Before long, his momentary reunion with the resort world was over. He signaled for the guards to bring out the girl to show her the glory of the Sith. The two guards who were stationed outside of the room quickly grabbed the girl from inside. This time they drug her over even more bumps as she was still a bit wounded. The two threw her in front of the young Sith, smacking the ground of the landing pad hard.
Raphael knelt down to her level, “Something about you is different girl. I believe you are finally realizing your potential.”
A smirk came over his face as he rose to his feet. He motioned to environment around them, “Go ahead girl. Behold your destiny.”
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He pressed a button on the wall to open up communication with the cockpit, “Pilot, what is our ETA?”
A few moments passed before a voice echoed through the room, “We are about an hour out sir.” The communication line was cut by the young Sith as he pondered what to do with this new potential he had hidden away in a containment room.
Another moment went by before a knock came at his door, one of the many men working on this ship had come to provide him food. He took the food and water graciously before sitting back down within his room.
Nearby, outside the containment room guards laughed and joked as they could hear the girl struggling inside. The two watched her through the small window on the door as she squirmed in her nightmare.
An Hour Later
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The decent sized transport ship had docked on one of the many landing pads among Sojourn. Raphael stepped down from the platform onto the luscious environment of the resort moon. Everything was pristine, just as he had left it. Taking a deep breath in, Raphael basked in the glory of all the colors and sounds around him. It was good to be home after such an extended period of time away.
Before long, his momentary reunion with the resort world was over. He signaled for the guards to bring out the girl to show her the glory of the Sith. The two guards who were stationed outside of the room quickly grabbed the girl from inside. This time they drug her over even more bumps as she was still a bit wounded. The two threw her in front of the young Sith, smacking the ground of the landing pad hard.
Raphael knelt down to her level, “Something about you is different girl. I believe you are finally realizing your potential.”
A smirk came over his face as he rose to his feet. He motioned to environment around them, “Go ahead girl. Behold your destiny.”
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Re: The Existence of Fate [Kressara Training]
Two guards entered the cell room after quite some time and snatched Kressara by the arms once more, pulling her like a dead body behind them all the while she hissed and hollered, “I’ll walk if you let me! Ow! That hurts you know!”
They pulled her through the ship’s hull and down a very...VERY bumpy exit ramp.
“GAH!! OW! Stop it! I would have walked you-” The final big bump caught the small of her back and silenced her would be curse.
“AAHH!!! NOT NECESSARY!” The girl growled as she was cast down to the ground...AGAIN. With a shudder and a groan of both pain and annoyance she looked up to meet the inspection of her captor. Something had indeed changed in her. She was awakened now, aware of her own connection to the force. She also lacked that scathing hatred her eyes held so firmly before. Now if anything she was observant and open to his point of view, though the sting of her harsh treatment would likely boil that blood of hers for quite some time.
“Oh yeah.” Kressara agreed with exasperation, trying to catch her breath. Every little task seemed to exhaust her now. After all, it had been a very rough week.
Then Raphael motioned to the lavish planet around them. It was gorgeous to say the least, but a bit too manicured for Kressara’s tastes.
“...My destiny seems a bit terraformed.” She coughed a dried, uncomfortable sounding gasp and pulled herself up onto her knees. As much as she wanted to throw sarcasm by the buckets at Raphael, Kressara had to admit that this place was astounding. It was nothing short of an estate that put even the nicest places on Lothal to shame.
They pulled her through the ship’s hull and down a very...VERY bumpy exit ramp.
“GAH!! OW! Stop it! I would have walked you-” The final big bump caught the small of her back and silenced her would be curse.
“AAHH!!! NOT NECESSARY!” The girl growled as she was cast down to the ground...AGAIN. With a shudder and a groan of both pain and annoyance she looked up to meet the inspection of her captor. Something had indeed changed in her. She was awakened now, aware of her own connection to the force. She also lacked that scathing hatred her eyes held so firmly before. Now if anything she was observant and open to his point of view, though the sting of her harsh treatment would likely boil that blood of hers for quite some time.
“Oh yeah.” Kressara agreed with exasperation, trying to catch her breath. Every little task seemed to exhaust her now. After all, it had been a very rough week.
Then Raphael motioned to the lavish planet around them. It was gorgeous to say the least, but a bit too manicured for Kressara’s tastes.
“...My destiny seems a bit terraformed.” She coughed a dried, uncomfortable sounding gasp and pulled herself up onto her knees. As much as she wanted to throw sarcasm by the buckets at Raphael, Kressara had to admit that this place was astounding. It was nothing short of an estate that put even the nicest places on Lothal to shame.
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Her eyes spotted something moving in some nearby trees and focused in on the blurry shadow within the branches. It did her little good. Her eyes were too tired to see the bustling blob from a distance, but in their place another sense was activated. The girl thought hard about the creature she wanted to perceive and beckoned mentally for the force to reveal it to her, to strengthen her vision, or to do something useful. Nothing happened. Aggravated she sighed and let her exhaustion get the best of her, but once she finally stopped trying to perceive the force as something of her own making and actually stopped to feel it for what it truly was, she began to understand. A life force was hopping about those branches, lively and chipper, searching adamantly for something. Kressara closed her eyes for a moment and heard talons scraping the bark. Gentle chirps reached her newly heightened senses and with all the pieces laid out before her, she realized it was a scavenger bird. How odd it was for her to be able to sense it’s presence through what she could only believe was the force. Memories of her out of body experience flooded her mind, bringing a slight smile to her blood stained lips unintentionally.
Power surged from this planet like heat from a sun baked stone. It was abrasive against her own energy, but welcoming. Kressara heard beasts running some ways away from their location, or more accurately she felt them. The ground rumbled from their heavy steps and the energy they emitted was so wild but gentle. The air smelled clean especially in comparison to the place she’d been trapped in prior to her arrival on Sojourn. Life blossomed all around them and the scent of nature began working to heal her strained lungs. The wind blew and washed over her, calming the girl as she savored the moment of peace.
The moment of peace ended swiftly when the sound of a screaming animal opened the girl’s eyes. The bird from before had found what it was looking for, a small creature plucked from its nest. Kressara felt both the fear of the prey and the pride of the predator as it crunched down on it’s fragile bones and stripped flesh from it’s now limp carcass. She’d never felt it before with such empathy as the force from another life was absorbed by the universe, reminding her of the men she killed. The force was not dependent on her. She was dependent on it, and so was all the galaxy. It embraced peace and chaos without discrimination, empowering both but interfering with neither. She wondered…
Kressara honed all of her senses onto Raphael. His energy was different from the birds and the beasts, but coexisted. Kressara couldn’t quite tell much else about it and soon gave up. Everything about this place confused her, but most noticeably it set alight those little embers of curiosity in her eyes. Was this what he meant by destiny? The force clung to the both of them, radiated from the both of them, and responded to their every action. Kressara felt both disdain that he was beginning to prove a point, and that all encompassing joy which came with the realization of something far greater than herself. Tiredly she chuckled, letting the experience of being wrong soak into every bone.
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There is a place that hurts the most, but will I go there? I cannot climb, it's far below. I have to fall there.
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Re: The Existence of Fate [Kressara Training]
Raphael looked down on the girl; she was unlocking doors to this secret world finally. One by one she was learning at a more rapid pace than he ever expected. She now saw what he saw, a universe completely different to the average sentient being. They had abilities that no other man or woman could hope to harness, they were destined for something far greater than she could possibly know yet. Although, he was proud she was learning his unpracticed lessons but this wasn’t the end of it.
The young man walked behind the girl concentrating on the ground and motioned for the two guards. He barked out as the guards approached, “Now you will know your place within this galaxy.”
Unsheathing his vibroblades from his back, he twirled them around again taunting the girl. He ran the tip of one of the blades through the girls’ hair, seeing if she would still flinch after all of this. A signal to the guards meant that they would grab ahold of each arm and tilt her head down execution style. They struggled mightily to keep her in place for the young Sith. A smirk came over Raphael’s face as he swung both blades down like daggers.
Crimson blood shot out everywhere as groans could be heard, the release of a hold on the girl. Looking back she might notice that each blade now protruded from the back of each guard. Blood pooled around them as they hit the ground, struggling for any semblance of air.
Raphael chuckled as they flailed to remove the blades from their backs. “These guards mocked you during a delicate time. They poked fun of you evolving into a being far greater than them…. They do not deserve to even stand near you girl. You are destined for far greater than anything they could imagine!”
The young Sith placed a boot on each of the men, twisting the blade until they took their last breath. “Feel their soul as it leaves their body. Become comfortable within the force, this empty feeling.”
Raphael watched as the potential struggled with everything being thrown at her.
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The young man walked behind the girl concentrating on the ground and motioned for the two guards. He barked out as the guards approached, “Now you will know your place within this galaxy.”
Unsheathing his vibroblades from his back, he twirled them around again taunting the girl. He ran the tip of one of the blades through the girls’ hair, seeing if she would still flinch after all of this. A signal to the guards meant that they would grab ahold of each arm and tilt her head down execution style. They struggled mightily to keep her in place for the young Sith. A smirk came over Raphael’s face as he swung both blades down like daggers.
Crimson blood shot out everywhere as groans could be heard, the release of a hold on the girl. Looking back she might notice that each blade now protruded from the back of each guard. Blood pooled around them as they hit the ground, struggling for any semblance of air.
Raphael chuckled as they flailed to remove the blades from their backs. “These guards mocked you during a delicate time. They poked fun of you evolving into a being far greater than them…. They do not deserve to even stand near you girl. You are destined for far greater than anything they could imagine!”
The young Sith placed a boot on each of the men, twisting the blade until they took their last breath. “Feel their soul as it leaves their body. Become comfortable within the force, this empty feeling.”
Raphael watched as the potential struggled with everything being thrown at her.
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Re: The Existence of Fate [Kressara Training]
Raphael seemed to be thinking for a while as they sat without action, which in turn left Kressara feeling anxious. She was learning fast that whenever that man stopped to think about his next move something either very brilliant or very unpleasant was about to happen.
She was right about that.
Hands forcefully restrained her once again, earning a frustrated growl from the girl. This whole brutish routine was getting on her last nerve, especially since she was already more than cooperative. Something was up...something didn’t feel right. Logically speaking, Raphael’s behavior just then was out of place and senseless. Kressara noticed a pattern with his actions that this one just didn’t match and it raised a great deal of suspicion. The familiar tune of blades being drawn made her spine crawl and a graze of the sword over her messy ashen mane had her muscles tensing. Still scrappy as ever, but she wasn’t dumb enough to flinch away and risk a nasty cut.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was laced with uncertainty and dread.
And then her head was forced down, body shaking violently as the rush of adrenalin once again flooded her already exhausted system. Her breaths became heavy and the snide of her captors brought back that all consuming rage of hers. She pushed against them with the sheer strength of her back until she was able to raise herself to one knee. Such effort was undone the moment she managed it and Kressara was left in a panic. She gasped for air and the tears once started, didn’t stop.
I’m going to die...He’s going to kill me...all of this was just a cruel lie. Just a game…
His blade struck true, but not into her throat. The guards yelled in anguish and dropped her, allowing the farm girl to scramble a few feet away from the bloodbath. Raphael put them down like animals, lording over his kills with a sense of pride that Kressara found disturbing, though not foreign.
“I didn’t care!!! Please don’t EVER do that again because of me!!!”
Her body rattled with every cry.
“They didn’t matter! They couldn’t change what happened in that cell! I would have just forgotten them and now I can’t because you…” Kressara paused as the words ‘killed them’ weighed heavy on her tongue and solidified there.
“That wasn’t in defense...what you just did. You did it to prove something didn’t you?” The exhaustion returned to her voice as the deluge of panic and remorse eased and allowed her to think a little more clearly.
She was right about that.
Hands forcefully restrained her once again, earning a frustrated growl from the girl. This whole brutish routine was getting on her last nerve, especially since she was already more than cooperative. Something was up...something didn’t feel right. Logically speaking, Raphael’s behavior just then was out of place and senseless. Kressara noticed a pattern with his actions that this one just didn’t match and it raised a great deal of suspicion. The familiar tune of blades being drawn made her spine crawl and a graze of the sword over her messy ashen mane had her muscles tensing. Still scrappy as ever, but she wasn’t dumb enough to flinch away and risk a nasty cut.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was laced with uncertainty and dread.
And then her head was forced down, body shaking violently as the rush of adrenalin once again flooded her already exhausted system. Her breaths became heavy and the snide of her captors brought back that all consuming rage of hers. She pushed against them with the sheer strength of her back until she was able to raise herself to one knee. Such effort was undone the moment she managed it and Kressara was left in a panic. She gasped for air and the tears once started, didn’t stop.
I’m going to die...He’s going to kill me...all of this was just a cruel lie. Just a game…
His blade struck true, but not into her throat. The guards yelled in anguish and dropped her, allowing the farm girl to scramble a few feet away from the bloodbath. Raphael put them down like animals, lording over his kills with a sense of pride that Kressara found disturbing, though not foreign.
—-(((( Sense force disturbance APP:435/100 WC Requirement ))))—-
Their lives ended with the twist of a sword and all too suddenly the stillness of their force signatures became apparent.Their energetic sensation that she took for granted was now entirely gone like dried up wellsprings, and it was stark in comparison to the vibrance of life. Kressara felt the pain in her chest of both guilt and something more, a disturbance. The force that usually flowed without restriction both around and through individuals was abruptly halted. It felt like a glitch in the system, a sudden jarring that almost made Kressara’s stomach turn. The soft caress of the force she’d only just come to know went rigid and abrasive like sandpaper somehow brushing the edges of her spirit. And then there was nothing.
Sobbing hard she doubled in on herself until her forehead touched the ground, her emotions all letting loose. In this state she felt every aspect of their demise as well as the disturbance caused from the men she killed. Memory of the apprentice she mangled and shot stabbed her like hundreds of daggers until she was all but choking on the grit in her throat. She didn’t recognize it then, but now she knew the dread she felt was caused by such a disturbance in the force because of her brutal actions. It felt treacherous, like she wounded the very universe that day and left it pleading for apology.
Not soon enough did the force begin to flow correctly once again, like a blockage removed from a river. Just like that the imprint of tragedy was washed away and nothing of the disturbance remained. It left Kressara feeling empty, small, and insignificant in the greater scheme of things, but somehow comforted as well. The force had the ability to return to normal, even if the suffering that disturbed it could never be undone. She reached out in mind alone to try and feel for the scars such an act might leave behind, but the force was smooth and soft once more. Kressara knew that this was but a small disturbance compared to even greater tragedies, but it still managed to shake her entirety. When Raphael killed those men it wounded the force, it sickened it, and as their ephemeral existence faded from this world the force was blighted by the infection of darkness. Soon that energy was cleansed away by the sheer power of the natural living force, allowing the flow to once again feel pure and freeing.
—-(((( Sense force disturbance APP:435/100 WC Requirement. End.))))
“I didn’t care!!! Please don’t EVER do that again because of me!!!”
Her body rattled with every cry.
“They didn’t matter! They couldn’t change what happened in that cell! I would have just forgotten them and now I can’t because you…” Kressara paused as the words ‘killed them’ weighed heavy on her tongue and solidified there.
“That wasn’t in defense...what you just did. You did it to prove something didn’t you?” The exhaustion returned to her voice as the deluge of panic and remorse eased and allowed her to think a little more clearly.
There is a place that hurts the most, but will I go there? I cannot climb, it's far below. I have to fall there.
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Just another anarchist sith assassin wishing she'd grown crops instead.
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Raphael Xandir
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Re: The Existence of Fate [Kressara Training]
Raphael grew tired of this girl’s resistance towards his teachings. They were working, but at a much slower pace than what he would have wanted. He watched as she wept on the ground in mourning of the guards that had treated her so poorly. Maybe it was too soon for killing, but it was a lesson better leaned early on than later; she had to get used to it.
Raphael signaled for more guards, two to drag her away and another set to clean up the mess.
A tired voice screeched out, “I grow weary of trying to teach you girl.”
Boots began to move farther down the path, he intended to go rest a bit before he resumed his business on the moon. He required more sleep and he would see too it that he was asleep soon.
Raphael shouted to the girl behind him, “Find me when you are ready… Kressara.”
With that the man was gone. The guards would carry the girl to her own private suite within one of the many resorts. A room filled with a massive bed and a place to wash up. A snack or two with water would sit along the counters. Maybe then could she catch some much-needed sleep after such a long few days.
The Next Morning
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A knock in the morning surely would wake the dazed girl. Servants would wait outside with a hardy meal and drinks to welcome the girl to the resort world.
[---Begin Life Sense App--100 WC--]
Raphael signaled for more guards, two to drag her away and another set to clean up the mess.
A tired voice screeched out, “I grow weary of trying to teach you girl.”
Boots began to move farther down the path, he intended to go rest a bit before he resumed his business on the moon. He required more sleep and he would see too it that he was asleep soon.
Raphael shouted to the girl behind him, “Find me when you are ready… Kressara.”
With that the man was gone. The guards would carry the girl to her own private suite within one of the many resorts. A room filled with a massive bed and a place to wash up. A snack or two with water would sit along the counters. Maybe then could she catch some much-needed sleep after such a long few days.
The Next Morning
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A knock in the morning surely would wake the dazed girl. Servants would wait outside with a hardy meal and drinks to welcome the girl to the resort world.
[---Begin Life Sense App--100 WC--]
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Kressara Thryn
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Re: The Existence of Fate [Kressara Training]
Like most people carried spare tissues, Raphael went through guards at an alarming rate. Kressara gave up all resistance as two more replaced the others and dragged her off for what felt like the hundredth time that week.
She didn’t respond to his exasperation and allowed the guards to pull her without any trouble, wondering just how he thought she’d be able to find him if at all. Kressara was dragged to a room that put any quarters she’d ever slept in to shame, confusing her more than anything else did. First she was kept in a prison cell and dragged about like a criminal, and now he was setting her up in a lavish suite? The decisions Raphael made were beginning to give her whiplash.
Ran ragged and sick to death of crying the girl wandered to the bed for some sleep, but not before passing herself in the mirror over the vanity. Kressara took the extra time to wash up and brush through her knotted hair, returning it to its former pin straight platinum glory. Her skin cleaned up nicely, though the old wounds and the new injuries took some time to sanitize. After repatching her shoulder and bandaging a few of her worst wounds from the battle the day before, Kressara finally lay herself down for sleep.
The next day she woke like the dead from her slumber to a knocking on the door. Hesitantly she answered it and was pleasantly surprised when staff brought her breakfast. She offered a thank you and accepted it, scarfing down the food in the comfort of her room before she slipped into some fresh clothing. Simple, but monochromatic. She cleaned up nicely.
“Now...how do I find you?” Kressara was thinking out loud again. The answer came faster now that she wasn’t sleep deprived and starving.
She had to use the force, though she wasn’t sure exactly how.
She didn’t respond to his exasperation and allowed the guards to pull her without any trouble, wondering just how he thought she’d be able to find him if at all. Kressara was dragged to a room that put any quarters she’d ever slept in to shame, confusing her more than anything else did. First she was kept in a prison cell and dragged about like a criminal, and now he was setting her up in a lavish suite? The decisions Raphael made were beginning to give her whiplash.
Ran ragged and sick to death of crying the girl wandered to the bed for some sleep, but not before passing herself in the mirror over the vanity. Kressara took the extra time to wash up and brush through her knotted hair, returning it to its former pin straight platinum glory. Her skin cleaned up nicely, though the old wounds and the new injuries took some time to sanitize. After repatching her shoulder and bandaging a few of her worst wounds from the battle the day before, Kressara finally lay herself down for sleep.
The next day she woke like the dead from her slumber to a knocking on the door. Hesitantly she answered it and was pleasantly surprised when staff brought her breakfast. She offered a thank you and accepted it, scarfing down the food in the comfort of her room before she slipped into some fresh clothing. Simple, but monochromatic. She cleaned up nicely.
“Now...how do I find you?” Kressara was thinking out loud again. The answer came faster now that she wasn’t sleep deprived and starving.
She had to use the force, though she wasn’t sure exactly how.
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Kressara stood in the center of the room and closed her eyes, relaxing her body and mind after recalling her troubles sensing the force whenever she tried too hard to make it happen. She could sense the force alive within the room, she could sense the lively world beyond the windows, but nothing else. This frustrated Kressara to no end. With a huff she walked to the wall and lightly banged her head against the hard surface. That when she picked up a trace of something else. She felt a peaceful energy coming from the room beside her and felt the calm lull of sleep with it. Was it someone sleeping? The life energy she picked up on was dormant and still, but content and comfortable. Kressara almost made herself sleepy by becoming too acquainted to the drowsy life source nextdoor. Focusing harder she tapped into the lively life energy of birds chirping in the bushes outside the suite’s bay windows. With a smirk she felt proud of herself for such a triumph, though small to some, monumental to the newcomer. Warmth radiated from her heart at this success as her confidence started to grow in the form of a grin. Kressara was catching on, and now it was time to catch the sith prince.
As Kressara wandered down the halls she could feel the life force of other people in the rooms she passed and relished every moment of it. Never in her wildest dreams did she think anything like this was possible for her. Energy, emotion, life, and all that encompassed living beings was revealed to her. She began to get distracted and lost her bearings as all that wonder overwhelmed her mind. Centering herself again she focused and picked up the trace of something familiar, surprised when it was much closer than she originally thought. She could feel it more clearly now, the refined chaos thriving in the form of someone’s life energy. That sensation lead Kressara to turn a corner and wander into the beginnings of a garden.
—-(((( Sense Life Force APP: 342/100 WC Requirement. END.)))—-
There is a place that hurts the most, but will I go there? I cannot climb, it's far below. I have to fall there.
Just another anarchist sith assassin wishing she'd grown crops instead.
Just another anarchist sith assassin wishing she'd grown crops instead.
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Raphael Xandir
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Re: The Existence of Fate [Kressara Training]
Down the pathway through the luscious garden sat a small grass clearing. Flowers and greenery alike surrounded the small clearing revealing a serene getaway. Thick trees sprouted in formations near each corner of the garden. Raphael sat in the middle of the clearing in the grass peacefully meditating. He was fully rested from the previous events that occurred and his wounds were beginning to heal. It had been such a peaceful morning to him up till this point, yet he knew that would soon come to an end.
The girl would certainly come for him, whether it is out of realization or just pure curiosity. He could feel her moving gradually towards him as he mediated, he figured more sass would soon follow from the girl. Crisp crunching sounds of the grass behind him revealed she was closer than anticipated, almost a little early for the schedule that he had expected. As soon as she approached behind him he kept his eyes shut and mind focused.
A calm voice rang out, “Have you come to apologize for your rebellious acts girl?”
He waited for her usual sassy response as he maintained his focus on meditating.
The girl would certainly come for him, whether it is out of realization or just pure curiosity. He could feel her moving gradually towards him as he mediated, he figured more sass would soon follow from the girl. Crisp crunching sounds of the grass behind him revealed she was closer than anticipated, almost a little early for the schedule that he had expected. As soon as she approached behind him he kept his eyes shut and mind focused.
A calm voice rang out, “Have you come to apologize for your rebellious acts girl?”
He waited for her usual sassy response as he maintained his focus on meditating.
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Kressara Thryn
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Re: The Existence of Fate [Kressara Training]
The moment Kressara stepped out into the verdant garden her attention to the force wavered. Eyes trailed up to the bows of the trees stretching out from each corner of the yard, then to the beautiful flowers that grew there. Her inner gardener was a bit jealous that her garden at home never looked so healthy. Her gaze shifted downwards to see in the middle of it all a man most recognizable. He looked to be meditating by the way his relaxed posture and calm breathing appeared, so Kressara fully intended to wait until he seemed finished, but his voice uncovered the fact that he knew she was there regardless. The girl took a second to answer, no doubt thinking up something laced with snark and plucky attitude to throw his way, but surprisingly enough her reply was more genuine than that.
“No...I’ve come to see if there’s anything about you that would make me want to apologize.” She admitted to approaching him with an open mind and stepped around him, careful to stay out of his reach incase he decided to lash out at her. Kressara moved to the space about five feet from him and lowered herself to the ground with some difficulty, her wounds and aches still not fully healed. Peeking out from the sleeves of her change in clothing fresh bandages wrapped the cut on her wrist and a burn from one of the blasters during the prison escapade. Her leg still stung with every strained movement from the slice he made during their fight and on her bottom lip a cut was glazed over by a liquid bandage. With all the smaller bruises and scrapes added to that, she should have been livid, yet the girl seemed far more calm than any of the previous times before. Perhaps they worked out all of her anger during their fight.
She took a deep breath to let loose some of the anxious energy that simply being around him caused her and made a visible effort not to just assume he was going to stab her in the back for being civil. Curiosity also played a major part in her actions now that everything wasn’t doom, gloom, and suffering. The grief she felt over her losses both on Lothal and in the prison was healing far faster than her actual wounds and for that reason Kressara was calm.
“...Let’s theorize for a moment that I decided to listen to everything you say and with that everything you talked about began to happen. What then?”
“No...I’ve come to see if there’s anything about you that would make me want to apologize.” She admitted to approaching him with an open mind and stepped around him, careful to stay out of his reach incase he decided to lash out at her. Kressara moved to the space about five feet from him and lowered herself to the ground with some difficulty, her wounds and aches still not fully healed. Peeking out from the sleeves of her change in clothing fresh bandages wrapped the cut on her wrist and a burn from one of the blasters during the prison escapade. Her leg still stung with every strained movement from the slice he made during their fight and on her bottom lip a cut was glazed over by a liquid bandage. With all the smaller bruises and scrapes added to that, she should have been livid, yet the girl seemed far more calm than any of the previous times before. Perhaps they worked out all of her anger during their fight.
She took a deep breath to let loose some of the anxious energy that simply being around him caused her and made a visible effort not to just assume he was going to stab her in the back for being civil. Curiosity also played a major part in her actions now that everything wasn’t doom, gloom, and suffering. The grief she felt over her losses both on Lothal and in the prison was healing far faster than her actual wounds and for that reason Kressara was calm.
“...Let’s theorize for a moment that I decided to listen to everything you say and with that everything you talked about began to happen. What then?”
There is a place that hurts the most, but will I go there? I cannot climb, it's far below. I have to fall there.
Just another anarchist sith assassin wishing she'd grown crops instead.
Just another anarchist sith assassin wishing she'd grown crops instead.