Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

ALDERAAN


@HK Fifty


Zerek's left hand finally released the bottle, causing him to sigh in relief. "I'll only do one of those things." He was planning on flying again today, he didn't need another hydrospanner incident. Poor Flib. He grabbed the bottle again, looking at the design on the label, a rancor in a bowler hat. "Gotta hand it to you, Sir Nomington Esquire, you are an eyecatcher. The fact that this shit tastes good is just a bonus. Maybe that's why you sell so well. I would indulge myself right now, but... reasons. Even if you make a mighty tempting argument" Zerek was about to continue talking to the bottle of booze, when 01 spoke up.


He quickly looked over to 01, a little surprised that he was still there. "Hey 01. Well... the long and short of it is Delrick offered training for me. 09... was very insistent on following me, despite my best efforts." He chuckled a little. "Honestly it's good that he came, or I might be liberally spread over the deck." However, he did backtrack to 01's question. "So that three credit whore has a name? The hell was her deal?" Not only did he want to know why she was there, he wanted to know if this would happen again. And so he could avenge his shotgun.
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15 @Greenbriar


When felt her father's dislike of the situation and pulled back slightly, releasing the hug. Now she was confused again. Would Dad really kick Fali off the ship? "Dad... I need him to be here. I told you... He and I went through similar experiences and I need to be able to talk to someone about it all. I'm not okay with talking to you about it as there are just... There are some things I would be ashamed to tell you. HK-50-01 would get very upset and I don't want to cause that." Though she was able to hold it together long enough to explain herself, she began shaking at the end. She didn't expect pain, nor did she expect her father to be angry with her. However, the emotional storm that swirled inside her was not calmed and she couldn't be sure of her own state.


The girl, no longer touching either man, hugged herself and looked down. Never before had she felt so utterly lost. Sanguina was begging to be let out but Why'nn couldn't see what good that would do.
 
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@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty @Greenbriar


Fali nodded as Why'nn accepted his offer and Delrick told him there were no servants on the ship.  He nodded, talking fast in the hopes that he could avoid getting thrown off the ship.


"I know how to cook, and clean.  And um..."  Fali rubbed the back of his neck, eyes cast downward.  "I know how to pick locks, both archiac and modern."


Fali paused for a moment as he thought of the other skills he'd learned in his lifetime of slavery.  He'd performed many different tasks, so he had to decide which ones were worth mentioning at the moment.


"I know basic maintinence of weapons, robotics, and ships, although you'll want to go to an experrt for anything complex.  I'm familiar with native flora and fauna of several fringe planets, this isn't the first time I've escaped slavery mind you.  I can't write, but I speak and understand most of the galaxy's known languages, including some that only slaves speak.  And I'm familiar with basic first-aid, and some basic archiac surgery...  Most slaves are actually..."  Fali chuckled, smiling sadly.  "There aren't any kolto tanks for slaves...  We learn to heal ourselves, or we die.  It doesn't make much of a difference to most people..."


Fali's eyes began to water a bit.  He sniffed and wiped his face, curling up a bit and backing against the wall.  There were a lot of... unpleasent memories... that he didn't really feel like talking about at the moment.
 
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@TommyGun15 @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Greenbriar


Why'nn felt her heart hurt with sympathy for the former slave and, despite her own pain, she crawled to him and hugged him again.  "I'm sorry," she whispered.  "I won't let you be hurt like that again.  You shouldn't ever have been in that situation to begin with."  She tried to stifle her own tears but was unable.  "I'm sorry you had to help me escape, I'm sorry I couldn't kill that monster on my own."  Every time she spoke of her former master Delrick would feel a surge of fear, shame, affection, but not hatred or anger.  "I should've been stronger.  I'm sorry you had to deal with Sanguina."
 
Alderaan


@folclor @TommyGun15 @Greenbriar


Delrick felt for his daughters plight, he knew she needed to talk to someone. Someone she felt she could trust because they had a similar connection. He still did not trust or like Fali. Something about him made him on edge and wary, but for his daughter's well being he would attempt to trust the boy. "You sound like you could find things that are needed." He looked between Why'nn and Fali, giving his daughter a small nod. "She will provide you the list of parts we need to fix a destroyed holocom. Imperial make." He was not mad, but he was also not happy about this situation. "You have until tomorrow, when we leave, to gather the parts. I'll most likely leave you here in the morning. But," He looked to Why'nn a small kind smile and sad loving look in his eye. "not alone on the street. I know several wealthy families that will take you in as a hired attendant and provide for you and see you are well taken care of. But only if you do not return in the morning with the items needed." 
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15 @Greenbriar


Why'nn grimaced.  "Dad, that's not fair!  Allow me to go with him.  You won't leave without me and I won't let you leave him on a planet like some stray dog!"  She glared at her father over her shoulder.  "I can't believe you'd suggest that."  Anger was now in the confused mix and the expression of pain increased.  It seemed Sanguina wanted out and was attempting to take her chance where she could get it.  Why'nn put a hand to her head, then, as the pain increased, had no choice but to lean against Fali if she didn't want to collapse.
 
Alderaan Robotics Labratory


"So you're telling me that there isn't a single way we can safely execute this thing?"


"Simon, I've got a Phd in robotics, a Phd in physics, and a Phd in computer science, I've worked in the private industry for 13 years and in the government for 5 years, I can assure you without a doubt there is no way to safely disable or destroy him."


"Why do you call it a him? It's a droid."


"When you understand as much about artificial intelligence as I do, you come to understand that a droid this sophisticated is as sentient as you and I, it associates itself with the male gender, so I call it a him."


The Officer named Simon rubbed the bridge of his nose, now was not the time to rehash this argument again. "Nobody is going to like this."


"Well if they don't like it, they can go to school for 12 years, live the life I've lived to gain my experience, and come tell me abo-"


"Nobody is going to question your authority on the matter, it's just that, with a record like this, the public will want an execution."


"Well the public can manually deactivate him then. Which will detonate a city block, roughly."


"Remind me why we can't remote hack or fire at it from a distance."


"The technology doesn't exist that can hack a living system encrypted like that, it has to be done manually, a program has to be directly uploaded into his system, which will detonate him. As for the idea of remote detonation... we don't have legal weaponry on this planet that can destroy this droid from a safe distance."


"Nobody is going to like this..."


The scientist and the officer stood next to a monitor displaying video feed from an energy containment cell inside of a transport lander. Inside, HK-51 relentlessly attacked the containment field with his body.


"Look at that thing fuckin' go, the containment field is struggling to contain that level of force over a sustained period of time, how many volts is it getting every time he touches it?"


"It's safe to assume it's in the tens of thousands. Imagine if in your very DNA, the blueprint of your life, there was hard wired into you a hatred for something. That's what he feels, it's not only hatred, the very existence of organic life disgusts him, he takes our existence as an affront."


"Your obsession for something that wants to destroy humanity is a little unnerving."


"Obsession and fascination have a fine line between them. People like me take interest in sophisticated droids like this because they possess such perseverance, the likes of which that doesn't exist in an organic life form. Such fiery passion backed with such unwavering determination and cold efficiency, it is admirable, to say the least."


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Alderaan Delinquent Droid Processing Facility


The gunmetal droid was restrained at the neck, forehead, elbows, wrists, waist, knees, and ankles by mechanical durasteel manacles that held him immobile against a flat surface of a hovering pod. It looked like a giant baby crib floating just above the ground. It was a standard issue security pod for class four droids, if any of the restraints were broken or the pod left the grounds of the facility, an energy containment field would enclose the droid for a maximum of 48 hours. Considering that the majority of the droids currently at the facility were there for minor malfunctions or routine memory wipes, the assassin droid's pod was walked to the front of the line by a detachment of 5 armed guards, which would escort him throughout the process. Fifty One's vital statistics and ascertainable vital information was uploaded into the Alderaan Law Enforcement Database. They could not gain much information about his physical condition, as they were instructed not to physically connect any sort of diagnostic device to his body. There was a brief attempt to interview him by an investigator from Central Republic Intelligence, but every question he asked was responded to with the answer, "Query: Don't you have something better to do, like sucking on the end of a blaster pistol, you putrid amalgam of bile?" 


Fifty One's cognition processors were pumping out escape plans as quickly as physically possible, his internal temperature rose significantly due to the overclocking of every piece of hardware he had. His crib hovered into a giant elevator, which descended several hundred feet in a matter of seconds. They were now underground in a massive 'warehouse' for extremely violent droids. The gunmetal droid's only viewpoint was up, however, due to his current restrained position. Above him were rows of white fluorescent lights, nothing else. He quietly wondered if it was the last time he'd ever see light. The guards escorted him for several feet, then the security pod ceased to move, he heard something large grinding against something else, it sounded like a warp drive or a light saber humming in the background. 'They're disarming the security system.' His security pod resumed down the central path and turned right, this time hovering even more slowly toward a wall. When it stopped at the wall, he could finally see where they would be storing him. Right above his head was a wall several dozen feet in height, in the wall there were rows upon rows of thick metal vault doors, like the safety deposit box room in a bank, if every safety deposit box was a high security vault.


His pod began to rise off of the ground, inch by inch he crept closer to his grave. He knew that eventually, without a power source, his main battery would drain, which would kick on his auxiliary, then emergency batteries. Though it would take several decades for the last drop of 'juice' to run dry inside of him, when it did, his central memory core would lose power and his entire memory would be erased. Everything he had accomplished, all the glorious murder and the joy it caused him, it would be as if he never even existed, every moment in his life up until now would be erased. It wasn't like with organics, where if they died, it would send ripples and echoes through the force, they would live on in the universe. Once his consciousness was wiped, there would be no trace, he was again reminded of this one aspect where organics were, by no fault of their own, superior to him. This fate seemed more and more likely to him with every passing microsecond. His processors had minutes before provided him with the final solution to their calculations, this facility was, in its current state, inescapable. He had no friends to save him, he never had a single one in his life, nobody in the galaxy cared that he was gone, save for the people that were glad to see him go. This fact didn't bother him, really, he understood the risks of the life he chose. 'But dammit, I chose it, no organic told me to do it, this is the outcome I arrive at due to my decisions, I am at peace with this.'


As Fifty One came to accept his fate, the security pod stopped. The vault door to his grave slowly unlocked and swung open, like the door to a table in the mortuary. The sound of the door echoed through the vast and cavernous warehouse. The pod made a little beep to signify to the guards and operators below that it was aligned with its designated position. As the casket slowly buried itself into the crawl space where he would spend the rest of his life, Fifty One watched the last glimmer of fluorescent light that he would ever see disappear into darkness. The door closed as his entire body was safely stuffed into the stasis cell. The soldiers that were responsible for escorting him left the storage unit. Behind them an energy containment field materialized in front of the vault doors. In front of that, a four inch thick steel blast door descended from the ceiling to completely encase the stasis cells.


Inside his cell, HK-51-6P's yellow photo-receptors flickered off. He knew he wouldn't be needing them for some time.
 
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@folclor @Grim Wraithe Stjerna @HK Fifty @Greenbriar


Fali gently helped Why'nn to one of tthe medical beds, carefully easing her down into one so that she could rest.


"Hey, don't worry about me, I'm resourceful.  You've had a long day.  Just rest here, and I'll be back with those parrts before you know it."


Fali stood, and shot a glare at Delrick.


"Tell me the parts, and I'll be back before morning.  Actually, no.  I'll be back before midnight.  At this point I wouldn't put it past you to try something sneaky like leaving at 1 am."
 
D-5 MANTIS, UNIDENTIFIED PLANET ORBIT/SURFACE


@folclor


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


Errin's face twisted into a look of concentration as he fumbled with the controls, steering the large patrol ship to the planets surface. He saw flames streak off of the ships hull as it pushed through the atmosphere, and the ship shuddered momentarily until all was calm. "Alright, time to set this baby down." He mumbled to himself, steadily decreasing the thrust as he neared the designated landing point. At the same time, he switched communications with his brethren ship and spoke. "This is Errin, setting down at the designated landing point shortly. Hope to see you there." He said, and switched the communications to standby. 


The landing gear emerged from the bottom of the ships hull, and the attack foils folded up into the default landing position. Errin tapped a few controls to steady and slow the ship until he felt it shudder one final time as it made contact with the surface below. He wasn't exactly aware of what planet this was, he hadn't bothered to look at it on the navicomputer. The only thing he knew was that his newfound associates wanted to tap his face with their fists, and not playfully. He was a mando, he knew how they worked. "They underestimate me..." he said, cracking his knuckles. "I'll show them I'm perfectly capable of kicking their asses."
 
Alderaan


@folclor @TommyGun15 @Greenbriar


Delrick stood impassively as the former slave held his daughter to the bed, the only remaining bed in the room. 'You appear smart, assuming I would leave early.' The grey Jedi returned to the glare Fali on his face with a neutral one. "Why'nn has the list, it is her task to repair it. Your test and task are to find the parts. And if I were going break my word, I would leave as soon as you had left the landing bay." He shifted to clear a path to the door. "But I am not some backwater planet swindler, you have my word, this ship will not depart until this time tomorrow." He glanced at a display. "You have one full cycle to retrieve the parts, and imperial parts will be difficult to procure on a republic planet." Bowing his head slightly to the former slave. "May the Force be with you."


Dantooine


@Wintermute


Errin would see the Mandalorian Ship sitting alone in grass field, with two figures standing outside of it. He would recognize them as Chuka and Illya. 


Chuka heard the call relayed from the pilots. Something in his voice made it seem like he was agitated about something, but the warrior shrugged it off as nerves from the last couple of days. He looked to the women who was his equal in the hunt. "Are you ready? You'll be the one dictating the weapons used in the circle. No ranged weapons, just like normal." He nodded to her as he walked to the Mantis as it settled in the planet. He waved a hand to the cockpit, motioning him to come down and join them. 


While he waited for the new warrior to exit the ship, he drew his double-bladed vibrosword and with a small flourish extended the blades, and cut about a three meter circle in the soft dirt. Once complete he stepped out and waited next to Illya for Errin to show, the sword collapsed, cradled in the crock of his right arm. 
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @TommyGun15 @Greenbriar


Why'nn was surprised when Fali put her in the bed and she handed him a datapad with the list of needed supplies.  "Please don't get hurt.  I can give you access to a small bit of my moth-..."  She looked away.  "To part of my accounts... to purchase what's needed.  Um...  There are... Imperial settlements."  She glanced to her father, surprised he didn't say anything about it.  "The map's on the datapad as well.  It isn't far by speeder and everything you need for identification as an Imperial citizen is on that pad."


Dantooine


@Wintermute


Illya nodded and removed all of her weaponry.  "Of course I'm ready.  We'll use our bodies as our weapons.  No knives, swords, or any other tools."  She stood tall, stepping into the circle and crossing her arms, waiting for her opponent.  She had all of her armor on, including her helmet.  She wanted, badly, to work off some steam.
 
Core World Republic Space


Rin Chicri's black amphibian eyes reflected the case files he was reading off of his datapad. He found that the most difficult part of being a peacekeeper, perhaps, was deciding which cases to follow, which calls for assistance to heed, and which planets to focus on. Luckily for him, he received word earlier in the day that the jedi high council would be assigning him a task, which was much relief to the Jedi. He looked up from the pad to scan the space on the horizon through the bridge window of his XS freighter ship, The Blind Lady. As per usual, thousands of little sparks twinkled at him from every direction. Even though he knew of the absolute uncertainty and chaos of the galaxy, it seemed nothing was quite as orderly as the stars. Though they also represented chaos in their own way, he could admire their structure and patterns, it was as if some greater being organized them for the pleasure and assistance of sentient beings.


The incoming communication signal blinked at him noiselessly, he pressed the receive call button and Master G'udwaay of the High Council materialized in static blue light before him. "Master G'udwaay" He greeted the councilman politely with a bow, his head tentacles becoming slightly disheveled. "Rin, it pleases me to see you. This call is not for pleasure, however, the council has a task for you."


"What can I do to serve the Council, Master?" His eyes reflected the calm and stoic disposition of the Master. "The Council needs you on Alderaan, Rin, an infamous assassin droid, HK-51-6P, was just arrested and placed in permanent stasis there a few days ago, a Jedi killer. It seems on the surface that they have everything handled, but the police report seems rather vague and ambiguous, not the style of Alderaan bureaucracy. We would like you to investigate further. The droid's motives have thus far been unknown, he could be a pawn for a much more dangerous and influential foe, we don't want someone involved in the death of a Jedi to slip away from us. See what you can find on Alderaan and report back to us, the chief of landing customs and law enforcement is expecting you."


With his mission made quite clear, Rin nodded in acknowledgement. "Very well Master G'udwaay, I will do as you ask and discover the nature of the droid's capture. I will not make the report until I am confident that I understand the truth of the situation."


"Very well, until our next correspondence."  Rin bowed again and the Jedi Master disappeared from his sight. He felt relieved that he finally had a definite direction, this seemed to be a open and shut case, but he knew better than to assume that, the High Council wouldn't send him unless they suspected something was amiss. The Nautolan seated himself at the flight controls and set a course for Alderaan, he decided it would be best to follow the trail while it was still warm, as opposed to meditating on it first like he might usually do. He wasn't certain why, but the Force seemed to be difficult to connect with in the current moment, something about Alderaan made him feel hazy, like there was some sort of masking fog there, but he would find the truth, like he always did.
 
Alderaan


@folclor @TommyGun15 @Greenbriar


Delrick watched as things got settled. 'We shall see how you do with your first test.' He gave the former slave a small calm nod, meaning what he said. He truly did hope the Force would be with him. He moved to his daughter's side, his hand moving to hold hers then hesitated, and instead rested it on the bedside. Looking down at the deck. "You are still in turmoil, and that is perfectly normal for the ordeal you've been through." He looked to her, the hint of sadness showing through the mask of serenity. "I want to help you, but I understand I cannot be your sole confidant. And he," Waving after Fali. "Has been through a similar ordeal, and it would be good to share those feelings with someone who can truly understand what you went through. But there is something about him I do not trust. A feeling I get from the Force." Now he did grasp her hand, and held it tight. "But know that I love you and will be here for you. Doing what you needed to top survive will not be shameful in my eyes. Nor what was done to you against your will." He closed his eyes and sighed, hanging his head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left you, that I was gone for so long. Please forgive me. I will help you no matter what, even if you can't forgive me. I will help you and love you."
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Greenbriar


Why'nn looked away from him as he spoke.  Her eyes became wet again as he grabbed onto her hand.  She didn't hold on.  "You won't hate me for knowing?  I highly doubt that," she whispered.  "Mother would hate me for it..."  The girl laughed, but it was mirthless.  "You know... I don't like being picked up anymore... I was barely allowed to walk when I was there... he kept me drugged.  He kept making me drink this tea.  The first time I drank because I didn't know what it was but after that he'd pour it in my mouth, make me swallow...  My muscles wouldn't work.  I couldn't make them tense.  My mind was so hazy, I couldn't... couldn't think.  When he put me in bed at night, at least I think it was night... I was awake but he would put the IV in for the blood bag and I was out."  Still, she wouldn't grasp his hand, nor would she look at him.  Her voice sounded detached.


"The first day... he told me he was going to train me.  That Mother always protected me too much and... and he was going to teach me.  He told me he was going to teach me, Master to apprentice.  He told me he'd teach me.  I couldn't think.  I couldn't fight.  He carried me... it was a new room and he laid me down.  He put a neural inhibitor on me and he strapped me down.  He... he... kissed me.  He kissed me.  I couldn't fight back.  He kissed me..."  Tears began falling again.  "I don't know for how long after... he cut me.  He cut every part of me.  It was agony.  When he cut a line he'd lick and kiss my skin until the bleeding slowed or stopped.  He touched my... breasts... and ...I don't remember... it all became one big blur... my throat hurt so much..."  Her words were getting softer.  "He told me we were going to take a bath.  He told me I would love him.  He took me to the refresher..."  She shivered and closed her eyes.
 
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@folclor


Delrick continued to hold onto his daugher's hand as she spoke. Not interrupting, barely daring to breath as she opened up and spoke about what happened. 'I could never hate you.' He squeezed her hand a little tighter. 'No matter what.' Knowing what Nah-iblen had done, made him want to draw on the dark side and unleash a furious roar and Force Lightning, but the love for his daughter kept him in check. He took a steadying breath and just listened as she spoke. 
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Greenbriar


Why'nn took a deep, shaky breath. "When we got there he had a bathtub filled with blood. I didn't want to get in but I couldn't stop him. He lowered me in. He... He stripped and climbed in with me. He pulled me into his lap he... he... he touched me between my legs. My body reacted. I couldn't stop it. He chuckled and told me it was the tea. I begged him to take me out and he did. But instead of letting me clean myself, he climbed into the second bathtub with me! He kept touching me, kept cleaning me. I couldn't even lift my arms far enough to wash my own hair... Then he took me out... I tried to attack him but he just took the opportunity to molest me instead. He fingered me... And then he carried me to the dining room. I thought he was going to feed me... But he brought out a... a..." Why'nn began to shake and she shook her head repeatedly.


"I said no! You have to believe me: I said no but he still made me eat her! I tried to fight... I got off the chair, I opened my wounds again, I tried to get free but he was there he was on top of me I couldn't go I tried I tried I tried! You have to believe me! I tried and I didn't want to. I couldn't use the Force! I couldn't... And he made me... Dad... He made me eat a Twi'lek..." The words hung in the air a moment as she began to weep. The memory was horrible. "He wouldn't give me water, made me drink wine... I couldn't get away. Back in bed and he threatened to tie me up again if I tried to get away. He put the IV in and I didn't know anything else. When I woke up again I was already strapped down. I think he fed me tea I don't know what... I... I... He was rubbing something in, I don't remember what it was called it was an oil. It felt so good. He was massaging my back and and and and and my body, it... Dad, I couldn't stop it! My b-body reacted and..." Shame colored her features.


"I don't know how long he kept me there but I know that I couldn't tell pain from pleasure anymore. I know they were one and the same at the end." The emotion had gone out of her voice again. She wasn't looking at him. The tears fell silently. "I know I begged him to stop. I know he put his fingers inside me. I pleaded, I cried. He started cutting again. I screamed for him to stop. He taunted me. He added more fingers. I don't remember what happened after that. I think that's when Sanguina took over."
 
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@folclor @Greenbriar


The grey Jedi's jaw clenched with such pressure had there been anything there it would have been crushed. 'I know the Sith are capable of atrocities, but this! I should have been sent after this monster, or one of my Shadows should have been sent.' He held her hand through the pain relived, the horror replayed before her eyes. His eyes shut tight, trying to hold back the tears of rage and sadness. 'I love you Why'nn.' When he spoke his voice was barely above a whisper. "I beleive you. I love you." He knelt next to the bed, his head resting against her hand. "I'm so sorry for not being around to protect you. I'm sorry for this, this, this HELL you've been dragged through!" Anyone with sensitivity to the Force would feel the anger and sadness in the father kneeling next to his daughter. Anyone who could see him would see those emotions played out on his posture. He was not certain she was done recounting the ordeal, he would hear all she would tell him. He would stay by her side and help her back to herself, her old self or new. He would not let her down or leave her again. 
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Greenbriar


Why'nn was silent for a long time after he spoke. She felt his anger. She felt his sadness and regret and remorse... She knew he loved her. Could she tell him? Would he think badly of her?


"Wh-When I woke up on Dathomir... he was kissing me. It was odd but not... not really odd. He came into Mother's service not long after you left. I needed someone to look up to. I needed a father figure and Mother had found and destroyed all the discs. I was only able to save a few files. Mostly with saber forms. But he came. He was friendly. He gave me undivided attention. When I cried, when I was lonely or scared, he was there for me. He would hold me. He never molested me. He took baths with me a couple times. Sometimes when he was teaching me he'd guide my hand. I got used to hugging him or him holding me. He gave me kisses on the cheek sometimes. Mother never paid enough attention to notice. Once he bled a prisoner so he could paint my skin red and we went to Mother's office. He and I were so happy. She slapped him across the face and yelled at me. She told me since I hadn't been blessed with red skin it was disgraceful for me to pretend. I was 9. I didn't know better. She didn't talk to me. Too busy with Connor. Too busy with her own problems. She only paid attention if I was going to be with her at an event. Did you know Darth Marr wanted to take me as an apprentice? He saw me going through my forms. H-He told Mother he hadn't seen talent in one so young in years he told her he wanted me as a student. This is when I was 10. You know he doesn't take apprentices that young. His youngest was nearly 20. But he wanted me. Mother said no. She told him it'd be a disgrace for her not to teach her own daughter... But she didn't teach me. Most of my training was given by... by him. After we saw you on Hoth he gave me those two knives. A present, he said. From master to apprentice. I wanted to be someone's apprentice so badly I didn't question it. I was so happy to be someone's apprentice. Finally." 


A long moment passed and Why'nn finally moved to look at her father. "I didn't know Mother was finally watching. I didn't know she finally saw how he treated me. Apparently she didn't like it. I didn't know she wanted him dead. Because of me he was able to escape her wrath. Because of me he was able to get away. So it's my fault in the end, anyway. Mother called me on holo. She got so angry. She yelled at me, she choked me. Later she called me again, trying to claim I'd always been her apprentice. But I'm not stupid. I could see the difference in how she treated me versus how she treated Connor. I wasn't an apprentice. I was a symbol. I was something to show off, something to use to make alliances. I wouldn't have been surprised if she tried to marry me off to secure a political connection." It seemed she truly believed these words. "No, other than HK-50-01 the only person who showed consistent, genuine interest to me there was that monster. I don't know why Connor felt or acted the way he did. And I thought that monster loved me... Wow... I'm an idiot..."
 
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Rin watched the digital clock on the wall behind the desk of the chief of spaceport customs. For some reason he was fond of watching the minutes change, he had a minor obsession with time that never concerned him or overpowered him, it merely remained suspended as an indifferent habit of his. The chief was a stout human of tanned skin that was wrinkled beyond his years, there were beads of sweat on his brow, a Jedi snooping around always made him nervous, but a Peacekeeper, that was nearly worth shitting his pants over. He was in charge of customs, perhaps the most frequently bribed and abused form of law enforcement throughout the galaxy. Even though Alderaan prided itself in being a beacon for the ideals of justice and democracy that the Republic stood for, there was still a large quantity of smuggling and under handed deals that took place under his nose. While he never directly engaged in any unsavory dealings, he kept his nose out of it for a small commission.


When the Jedi asked him about the explosion a few days ago and the arrest of the droid, he felt relieved almost, but not entirely. Jedi were fantastic at finding connections between things, never seeming to understand the concept of minding their own business. There was also that stoicism some of them possessed, it was almost eerie to him how someone could seem to lack a personality entirely.


Rin, of course, was practically soaking in the man's nervousness, his head tentacles picked up on it the moment the man sighted him. He understood perfectly fine why the man was acting this way, he was afraid the big bad Jedi were here to tear down some minor racket he was running, or at least, ignoring. Of course he would never arrive for something so tedious, he tried to hint this to the Chief, who was rather unperceptive of the notion, instead choosing to stutter and mutter under his breath, and apologize too much. His patience was nearly a bottomless well, but the Chief was certainly trying his best to ebb away at it. He was currently trying to explain to the Peacekeeper why an act of terrorism was so under investigated. The officers on scene barely even took witness statements, the ship that was supposedly involved in the incident was boarded for no longer than 5 minutes. In a case of illegal weapon discharge and terrorism it was customary to arrest all potential suspects and engage in a department wide investigation. It wasn't like the customs police had anything more interesting to do, droids did most of the ticketing for them anyway.


"Who is the ship registered to?"


"The ship?"


Rin narrowed his black, reflective eyes, the Chief could see himself in them, it only added to the Jedi's intimidation factor. "Yes, the one involved in the explosion, the one we were just discussing."


"Oh my, dear me yes, sorry, sorry, it is registered to an Imperial Agent, Mikel Nurn, due to Republic bilaws regarding the treaty he can't be here much longer, if you're worried about something there, I assure you, he'll be gone so.."


"I am not worried about him leaving, I am worried about him staying, it is clear to me that you have seriously failed to investigate this situation thoroughly. That being said, however, I understand that traditionally this department is quite effective and detailed in its investigations on such matters, which leads me to believe your men were influenced by the force. Were you not curious at how bare bones this report is? They hardly asked any questions, they didn't take down witness names,they just arrested a droid that seemed to be a protocol droid on the surface and left."


The chief was really sweating now, he looked as if he might start to cry, if the Jedi filed a complaint against him, it wouldn't mean his job, it would mean his career. "Well, yes, you're absolutely right, had I seen this earlier I might have been outraged at the poor investigative tech.. wait, force influenced, you don't think... you don't think there are Sith on Alde..."


"Quiet." Rin commanded, and so the Chief was happy to obey. "What I'm saying is, your men were likely Force influenced, you were handed this report nearly the instant after it was printed, and you just assumed it was handled well because you're a lazy bureaucrat, probably a governor's relative and you've coasted your way through your career. I will be taking over this investigation, you will hand me the information on this Mikel Nurn's ship, then you will order that it is not to be allowed to leave Alderaan until I personally give you clearance, and from now on, you will take your job more seriously."


The Chief blinked at him stupidly for a moment, before parroting in a monotone voice., "I will hand you the information on Mikel Nurn's ship, I will give the grounding order on the ship until you personally lift the order, and then I will take my job more seriously, from now on."


Rin took the ship information, thanked the Chief, and went on his way. He inhaled a deep breath in the Customs lounge, he let his irritation get the better of him. It wasn't a situation where emotion was vital to suppress, he supposed; sometimes he liked to let his natural tendency to absorb and reflect the emotions of others shine through his typical overt calmness. It was a personal battle for him, how to portray emotion. On one hand, he had his natural Nautolan tendency and the teachings of his attitude filled master, on the other, he had the Jedi doctrine and his personal preference for stoicism. He shelved the idea for the moment, though, because he had an Imperial Agent to interrogate.


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Delrick stayed on his knees listening to the story continue to unfold. The ache in his heart grew, the anger and sadness and regret grew. The monster had entered her life when she was young and vulnerable. When she needed her father the most. His eyes shut tightly as he listened. Tears welled up behind the walls of his eyes, a few escaping the tight seal he had. They formed solitary trails down his cheeks, dropping onto the deck, glistening as they caught the bright white overhead lights. His anger was not at his daughter, she had been taking adavantage of, been ignored by the women that had been her mother, whom he had foolishly loved. And set on a high shelf to be shown off but never appreciated. 
Hearing of her accomplishments, even if they were disregarded then, brought him a small hint of joy in the sea of darker emotions. His pride swelled at the notion she had done so well another Lord of the Sith had asked permission to train her rather then subverting her to his side. 
Hearing her say that she had craved to be an apprentice so badly she welcomed the monster with open arms caused him to open his mouth and almost interrupt the out pouring of emotion and history to say she was his apprentice, the only one he had ever had or would have. But he held his tongue as she continued. His fists balled up into the sheet of the bed, they were the anchors holding him on his knees. 


The heartbroken father felt the eyes of his daughter on him, his head turned to meet her gaze. the faint trails of those few tears evident on his face. He shook his head at the statement, understatement, that Manara did not like how Nah-Iblen had taken an interest in her or how he treated her. Delrick stood and wrapped her in an embrace. "My daughter. You were naive, not an idiot." He spoke softly, his voice steady and calm, despite the turmoil and strife inside him. "You have grown in this terrible ordeal. It has been a far harder trial or test then any other apprentice or padawan has faced and survived." He held her at arms length to look into her eyes. "You have shed your naivety and donned the mantle of women and knight far sooner then you should have." He took a breath and smiled at her. "You are my only daughter and if you would accept me, you would be my only apprentice. My padawan."


The next few days passed, smoothly. As compared to the ones that preceded them. Connor awoke and was not pleased about being gassed and having inhibitors placed on him. But after a brief rage filled scuffle he was restrained and was confined to one of the empty crew bunks. It was during this time that Zerek and Delrick came to understanding about how the renegades training was to progress. And with the help of Ini, a makeshift room was constructed in the cramped crew quarters. The wall that divided the crew quarters had a functioning door lock. This was to help with the recurring emotional and Forceful outbursts Why'nn was suffering in her sleep and overcoming in her meditations. 


All this led up to the Jedi Peacekeeper coming to the spaceport. He was currently leaving the Customs office, to begin looking into the matter of possible Imperial involvement in an act of terrorism. 
 
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Why'nn had been so overjoyed when her father offered to apprentice her - and make her his only apprentice - that her tears turned to those of joy.  Though she didn't understand his comments about being a knight, she was glad to have his approval.


Over the next few days she found it would be much more difficult for her to take the role he offered than she thought.  Maybe it wasn't that, even.  Maybe it was more that she couldn't reconcile what had happened yet.  Every night brought nightmares except for the one she was able to get Fali to put her to sleep for.  Maybe she'd try to get him to do that for her regularly now.  The thought was comforting.  Her training with her father hadn't been intense yet and she'd been able to fix the comms unit with little help, something she was proud of.  However, it irked her that Zerek was there at all.  If she was to be her father's only apprentice and padawan, why was this other guy here? It confused and frustrated her.


She spent much of her time avoiding Connor as well, as the few times she'd spoken to him he tried to insist she needed to give him something for helping save her.  Her answer, as always, was, "I don't owe you anything."  Unfortunately, this only made him more angry and gave her a twinge of guilt when she saw the neural inhibitor he wore, knowing how helpless it could feel.  The Sith woman seemed to be recovering well though part of her wondered why she'd saved the assailant.


Currently, she sat in meditation in the lounge.  Or, rather, attempted meditation.  Connor was, once again, trying to break free of his restraints and the sound of metal against metal reminded her of the shink, shink, shink of Nah-Iblen's knife against its sharpening stick before he carved up that poor Twi'lek.  Why'nn shivered, unable to drop into meditation, and hugged herself, continuing to shake.  She stared, hard, at the floor, trying to blink back the tears that welled.  She had refused to eat anything these past days and, though she drank water, she would only accept that if she drew it herself or watched someone else pour it.  Even then she tested its scent and temperature, watching its affect on others before she was willing to drink.  The lack of food was doing badly for her, but she hadn't accepted anything yet.


Connor growled, yanking at his restraints.  He was about to start yelling.  Why was he chained up?  What had he done?!
 
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Floating in misty kolto, Makri Ona dreamed...


The thin-featured child knelt at Master's feet, for the twenty seventh time in nine days. It entertained him to force his house slaves to beg him personally for each mouthful of the scanty food he permitted them; between three and five were permitted to plead with the Twi'lek at every meal-time. The child had only been taken into his household a week and a half ago, and the weight had melted off her since then. The first few days she had begged and wailed like her fellow slaves, but through her hunger she noticed a pattern without a pattern. He was both capricious and cruel, but rarely gave food to the noisiest or the most needful. Though some offered him special services in exchange for food - and at times he accepted - just as often he reneged on the implicit deal and left them to starve. After the sixth evening when she crept into the kitchens to lick the residual flour from the inside of the cooling ovens, she realized in the silence of the manse that that was what he looked for. Stillness, silence, poised energy. She had been working to discipline her body, to push past the hunger-induced shaking to earn a piecrust, or perhaps a goji-fruit. 


The sticky sweltering heat was broken only by the low whirring of a wallfan, the sound of a fat Twi'lek munching on his meal and slaves pleading for a kindly glance, some small thing to eat. Not the child though, she sank back on her haunches and watched his hands with burning intensity as he finished his meat pastry, gathered his last four goji-fruit and ate one... then a second... she saw him watching her as he bit down on it, the juice running down his chin. He lifted the third on his spoon and paused; she readied herself, hope rising in her heart - and with a small smile he consumed it as well. Her eyed blazed, but still she held herself still. She had to be right, she had to- 


He lifted the last goji-fruit to his lips, and the half-starved child leapt at him; slapping his spoon to one side and chasing the round fruit into the corner where she devoured it moments before the guards hoisted her and slammed her body across the table. The feral child spat and writhed in their grip as the blows began to fall.


She was on the sands, older now, thousands upon thousands of furnocs baying for her blood as they chased her. Wherever she looked there was a wall, and above it ranks of seats black with furnoc bodies descending towards her. She dived past one, brought her bladestaff scything up to carve it into halves - and was slammed down from behind by body after body, pressing her face into the bloody sands. She felt their claws through her tunic and broke free from the scrum to take a few more desperate steps before she was dragged back down beneath their teeth and talons. She writhed, screamed and-


She was a teenager now, shivering beneath a single thin sheet in the smallest student quarters at the Korriban Academy. After her display on the arena sands of Dromund Kaas she'd been fast-tracked directly to the most important Sith Academy regardless of her previous life as a slave... yet after her powers showed no signs of reappearing it began to be a factor once more. "Bondspawn", as she was known, was relegated to quarters in an older section of the Academy half-ruined by thorium charges. It was rarely heated and most distant from the chambers where they gathered for food or training, yet that wasn't why she hated them most of all. Her head came up as she heard a whisper of sound from down the corridor and she slipped from her pallet to one side of the doorway. 


Some of the stronger students had taken to amusing themselves with Bondspawn at night, when the mood took them. It wasn't as though she could fight back, and the Academy wasn't the sort of place where you took a complaint to your teachers - particularly one that touched on your weakness or failures. The first time it had caught her by surprise, but now she spent half the night awake listening and was becoming increasingly jumpy and nervous during the day. 


The door opened silently, a hooded figure entered her quarters and she flung herself at him with a razor-sharp knife held reversed in her hand. She remembered slashing open his arm, she remembered the blade sinking into his chest - but this time he spun and caught her in mid air with the Force, choking her as she flailed and dropped her weapon. She flung out a palm at his chest, but in her panic and fear no lightning came and he gave a dark, wet chuckle. He spun the girl in mid-air, slammed her face-down across her cot and kept her pinioned with dark side energies. She screamed again as he flipped up her robes and began to rut and she whirled away into the darkness to another time, another place.


It was darker now, she was beaten and thrown down a shaft into the heart of the shyrack warren and had just begun to try to find her way out. She'd never been in here before, but the darkness was filled with countless leathery flaps that spoke evocatively of the winged death that would surely find her if she waited there for long. She picked her way down a vertical shaft, walked carefully forward with one hand following the rock wall and dropped into a waist-deep pool of water. An icy bolt of terror shot down her spine and she lunged blindly out of the water, running toward an imagined glimpse of daylight. The flapping seemed to fill her ears, getting heavier and closer as she ran headlong into a wall, and then they were on her. Clawing, biting, piling onto her one after another. She shrieked and reached out, clawing her fingers bloody at the barrier in her mind for the power she needed - but the dark side refused to answer, and instead she felt shyrack fangs tear her slowly limb from limb.


Her building emotional storm tore Makri from unconsciousness and straight into a new nightmare.


She was nineteen now, floating in a tank filled with viscous, cloudy fluid. She reached out slowly, but couldn't stretch out her arms before she hit the glass. She was trapped! She didn't know this place, she couldn't see anyone she knew and as terror filled her a red mist descended across her vision. She lashed out with a powerful blast of dark force energy, shattering the tank around her and dropping her to the floor - but inexplicably the Force never came. 


Trapped in her nightmare, Makri began to scream and scream and scream into her breathmask and pounded at the glass with her fists.
 
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Shink, shink, shink.


BAM! BAM!


Shink, shink, shink.


Screaming. Why'nn flinched. Someone was screaming. Was He hurting then? She whimpered, curling into a ball. He'd never left her alone in the compound before. Now it was all she could do to wait for Him to return. Her mind was clear, which meant He'd forgotten to give her tea. Or maybe He meant to do it this way. Shivering, she waited for one of the sounds to stop. After all, how long would He sharpen the knife? Was this just another tactic to instill fear?


The world seemed colder but she realized, suddenly, that she was not in the compound. Rather, she lay on the floor of a ship. Was He moving them? Was His native Dathomir no longer good enough? And if they were moving, where to?


Hope flickered within her for a moment. Had someone been looking for her? They must be moving because they were almost found! He was a coward, after all. But who was looking? It wouldn't be Mother unless she needs her symbol of legacy. Maybe Dad? He was alive after all. Hope filled her but the sounds kept her from moving. She feared the next torture session.


How much was left of her that He could carve? He'd left only her face and part of her neck. It was then that she remembered He promised to keep reopening the wounds until she loved it or died. The hope began to die. No, He was a powerful Sith Lord. He probably wanted to spend time at one of His other compounds. The hope was no more.


So why wasn't she restrained? Where was the neutral inhibitor? Did He really hold so much power over her that He knew He didn't need to do that anymore? She knew she wouldn't dare strike out.


Why'nn lay, curled up and shivering, in the lounge of her father's ship, trapped in a time that had passed, despair rising further and further with each passing second.
 
Alderaan Spaceport


The task of locating Mikel Nurn's ship was as easy as it gets for a Peacekeeper, on the books, stationary, and in a legal spaceport. What bothered Rin as he approached the ship was the haze of Force that exuded from the ship's hull. There was a great deal of something happening inside that ship, and more than one Force user was contributing to it. His inner detective already told him there were Sith on board, but he knew not to jump to conclusions without evidence. Perhaps there were untrained Force-sensitives on board being held captive. It definitely wasn't a Jedi, a Jedi would be sending distress signals through the Force, not this jumbled mess. It made him feel despair and sadness, to even press the intercom button on the entrance to Mikel Nurn's ship. He centered himself as he awaited a response to the ring, whatever he was about to discover, he knew it wasn't going to be ordinary. Nothing worth investigating ever was. He would appear as a bubble of reason and neutrality in the force, wading through the dark fog surrounding the ship. A beacon of light for those in need, a sign of a coming predator to those lurking in ambush.


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