Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Alderaan
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Delrick had on the bridge looking at the start charts with Zerek, discussing where would be a good out of the way planet to conduct training that would attract the least amount of attention. 


He felt Why'nn's despair and spiraling fear. He had left her to her meditations in the lounge, but now she was a beacon of distress. At the same time a display blinked on showing a being on the ramp. Delrick let out a sigh, and focused his concentration to ensure his presence in the Force was hidden. "Zerek, there is a Jedi Peacekeeper at the airlock, would you please see what he would like," He looked to the renegade. "See if there is a way to avoid conflict, I would prefer Mikel Nurn be asked for rather then Delrick Karrim." He turned and moved towards the lounge. "I'm going to steady my daughter."


Delrick walked into the lounge and saw Why'nn curled on the deck of the lounge, near the couch. He moved calmly to her side. "Why'nn. It's ok, you're on the Tythian Shadow. Breath and focus on my voice, still your mind and calm your thoughts." He knelt next his daughter and apprentice, grasping her hand gently. If the Jedi weren't at the door he would reach through the Force to her. Instead he made sure to be calm and serene. 


After the explosion, Delrick fully immersed himself in the identity of Imperial Agent Mikel Nurn, changing his clothes from robes to the agents clothes. He would pull the voice modulating breath mask on if called onto speak with the Jedi or if he boarded the ship. 
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Constantin


Shink, shink, shink, shink, shink.


Why'nn was having trouble telling where she was, where these sounds were coming from. Some new presence was approaching. Neutral, calm. Who?


And then something, someone grabbed her hand. Why'nn flinched, but listened. Her father. This was her father. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to draw herself out of the memories. Finally, as she focused on his voice, she was able to come back to herself. When she opened her eyes again and grabbed onto him, hugging him tightly.


"I'm sorry, Dad," she said. "These sounds... I was sure I was back with that monster. Is there someone coming? I feel a presence... It's very calm. I like it better, I don't think it's Sith." She kept her mouth shut about the dream she had the night before, the thoughts of Nah-Iblen still being alive somewhere.
 
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Alderaan


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After he'd been sent out, Fali had returned before midnight as promised, with the necessary parts in hand.  In addition to this, not a cent had been removed from Why'nn's accounts.  The reason for this was, though the never told Delrick, that most people, Imperials especially, aren't too fond of doing business with slaves, and it was fairly obvious from the way he carried himself that Fali had been a slave until recently.  Therefore, attempting to buy parts only lead to people calling in the authorities to arrest him.  Thus, Fali found that he had to acquire the parts by... other means.  A bit of waiting and some clever use of a vegetable peeler later, and Fali found himself presenting the parts to Delrick.


Currently, Fali was curled up in the cargo bay, where he'd been before. He had a feeling Delrick wouldn't want him in the other parts of the ship, and admittedly he liked it back here, in the dark and out of the way.  He'd learned long ago that things usually worked out best for him when everyone forgot he was there.


However, today he awoke to a strange noise coming from the nearby medical bay.  He slowly crept into the room to find that the sith girl from earlier had awoken, and was pounding on the glass.  Fali carefully approached the tank, watching the girl with curiosity.  Eventually he sat in front of the tank and watched her with mild interest.
 
Alderaan


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Bam, bam, bam, bam... bam, bam, bam, bam...


In the throes of her emotional hurricane, Makri Ona was blind to all but the sharpest shock to get her attention. Fali's quiet observation wasn't even on the scale, and he had the treat of watching her bludgeon at the glass for minutes until even through the kolto she managed to bruise her knuckles to the point of splitting them open. 


Bam, bam, bam.... bam...


Despite all the clawing and pleading deep in her mind, the dark side simply refused to respond to her call and without its support even her psyche couldn't sustain this typhoon forever. Slowly it ebbed and her head fell forward against the glass.


Bam.


She stood there for a long moment, but just before she sank back into despair her eyes slid open and she saw the bearded face before hers. Yellow eyes widened with shock and she flung herself back in the thick fluid toward the other wall with a muffled squeal. There was a gentle thud as she hit, then slid gently down. He... wasn't attacking her. He wasn't snarling or menacing her. Was it possible that... this was real?


She sat on the floor of the tank, peering curiously at the figure on the other side and said something that didn't carry through mask or fluid. There was something... unthreatening about him. She hated being trapped, but as long as she focused on her visitor she could keep from panicking again. Probably.


Makri Ona reached forward with her hand, and tapped two fingers on the glass over his face.


Tap.
 
ALDERAAN


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Zerek, after getting his answer to who Makri was, groaned. "Of course. God damn. Can I... can I just not have to deal with everyone and everything going towards someone I happen to be near? What's next, a hit squad going after 09?" Zerek thought for a moment and groaned again. "I take it back, that is way too likely." He was about to talk more when he felt a wave of emotion wash over him, coming from deeper inside the ship. "OK, someone certainly needs a drink. And they will get it. As soon as we're off this rock and on a different rock." As much as he wanted to see what was going on, he was pretty sure Delrick had a handle on it.


The few days passed with irritation and considerably more groaning. Not only were they not leaving the next day, but he found out there were not one, but two Sith hanging around the ship. One was walking around with an inhibitor and the other was in kolto. The one in kolto tried to kill him, so seeing her get medical treatment had him slightly nettled. He was hoping that she was going to be dropped off somewhere and kept far the fuck away from him. Same went for the other guy, just less harshly. He snuck a few drinks from the whiskey to brace himself for anything else. His discussion with Delrick on the matter of his training was, rather unexpectedly, calm and composed as Zerek didn't want to piss him off.


As he and Delrick were discussing exactly which planet they were going to head to, where he had both crossed out Tatooine for what he described as 'personal reasons' and surpressed his Force presence out of habit, he heard that there was another Jedi walking near. "Oh for... ONE WEEK! Just one! All I want!" Zerek breathed in and out slowly, calming himself. "I've got it. I'll see what he wants, get him to leave if I can, otherwise I'll get you." Zerek walked to the entryway, ready to deal with Jedi bullshit. "I just want to get off this rock..."


As he got to the hatch, he combed his hair down, sweeping it from right to left, pulling his goggles over his eyes and his bandanna over his nose and mouth. He hung up his coat carefully on a hook, making sure to note the location. He checked the camera, seeing the Jedi in question. He donned an Imperial accent as he pressed the button to speak. "Hello, sir. What, praytell, is your business here?" He silently prayed that whatever he wanted, it would be easy to resolve without involving Delrick.
 
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Delrick hugged her as she clung to him, noting she seemed a bit thinner then before. "It's alright little one. You are safe on this ship, the past will take some time to be far enough removed from you to not be your present." He smiled at her. "But we will get you there. Now on your feet." He helped her to stand and waved to the bar/kitchen area. "You've not been eating. If you are going to be my Padawan Knight you must have your strength and health." He looked over the small kitchen, it wasn't much, but it had a selection of supplies. Ranging from a limited choices of vegetables and fruits to processed meats and in a low cupboard a selection of Imperial field rations. Those he kept just in case they had to be used. The imps could make food stuff that would keep for years, but even fresh from the source tasted like stale saw dust. "Please eat something. You can pick anything, but you are not going to be allowed to train or even leave this ship until you've eaten something." He looked to her with a serious but kind expression. "Am I clear?" 


The former Jedi was confident the renegade would be able to talk to and at least discern the reason for the Peacekeepers interest in them and hopefully be able to dissuade him from boarding or needing to speak with Mikel Nurn, but something told Delrick that would more then likely not come to pass. 


Delrick knew the femle Sith was awake, he had set up the medscanner to alert him of that change in her state. While she had been in her deep slumber, and while the others slept or otherwise had left him to his meditations, the Grey Jedi had been peering into the fitful, nightmare filled dreams, memories of the Sith Makri in the Kolto tank. She had led such a tormented life, it was no wonder she was strong in the dark side, and why her master had been able to groom her into what she was. Delrick felt for her, but knew she was beyond reconciliations and would gladly die then be turned. The dark side was her armor and cloak against everything she had endured in her life. 
 
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Why'nn held onto him until he helped her stand.  She noticed her legs were a bit shaky and, as she walked, she could feel weakness in her body.  The girl trained her eyes on the ground as her father spoke.  "I still don't understand what you mean.  'Knight.'  Are you going to turn me Jedi?  Mother wanted me to be Sith...  Are you going to make me go to the Jedi Academy, wherever that is?  I won't be angry if that's what you're planning... I just want to know."  She nodded as he laid down the rules.  Rules were something she could live by.  As long as she knew what was expected of her she could find a way to survive.  This was normal.  This was fine.  She could find calm in finding a way to survive.


The girl looked over the available food.  The meat had her flinching, as did any of the leafy green vegetables.  The fruits might be fine but... No, she didn't want to taste anything right now.  She'd eat what she had to, only what she had to.  If she was going to eat she wouldn't enjoy it.  She'd eat out of necessity.  After all, if she let herself eat what she liked she might end up eating a person again by accident.  So, finally, she chose one of the rations.  Slowly, she opened it and consumed its contents.  It was difficult to swallow anything.  She didn't want to swallow.  As she chewed all she could think about was that poor Twi'lek girl staring back at her.  The hollow eye sockets, the browned flesh.  Why'nn almost threw up the little bit she already got down, but managed to keep herself from doing so.


"Dad..."  Nausea changed the inflections in her tone as she held her hand up to her mouth.  "Why is it that now... when I eat... I see that girl?  She... she was the last thing I can remember eating before this and now when I look at food or try to swallow something I see her face.  No eyes in the sockets, mouth open...  She was a Twi'lek, I don't know if I told you.  I remember her from Tatooine.  Her skin was a beautiful light blue but... when she was cooked she was brown."  Why'nn shivered.  "Do I have to eat more?"  She'd taken less than a mouthful of the ration.
 
Alderaan
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Delrick smiled and shook his head. "No. You will not be going to the Jedi academy." He grabbed a piece of fruit and took a bite before continuing. "I say knight because in order to go from padawan to knight you must pass a series of trials. Now these test your abilities in Skill, Courage, Flesh, Spirit, and Insight." He watched her as she ate, noticing her choice and reaction to the food itself. "From what you have told me you have completed all aspects of those trials, there would be no reason to subject you to those, but there is much you can still learn, and teach."


Delrick paused and waited with mild concern as his daughter almost wretched. "That is difficult, to fully answer." A pensive expression masked him. He reached out and gently placed a hand on hers. "For now, take a break, but you will need to finish that." Setting his fruit down as well. "On some level you are feeling guilty for your actions, forced as you were into them. The fact that you feel this way shows that you are a good person who cares for the well being of others." He smiled gently. "There is nothing to be ashamed about by either doing what must be done to survive or being forced to do something you have no control over." 
 
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Alderaan


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Why'nn listened and nodded.  "So... I'm a padawan, knight, and apprentice?  Sorry, I don't really know much about Jedi or ...or any of your history or background.  I'm sorry, I... I should learn, I don't know where to start.  I'm so used to Korriban and Dromund Kaas.  I mean... before you I wasn't even... I wasn't even an apprentice, though I'd gone through all the acolyte trials.  Am I to be Jedi?"  She held confusion, but also the desire to please.  She wanted to make him happy, wanted his approval.  It didn't much matter whether she liked her path as long as her remaining parent approved of her.


At his assurance that she didn't have to eat more right now she set the ration down on the bar.  "I do feel guilty... I feel guilty knowing he'd been feeding people to me for years without me knowing... I feel guilty that I wasn't able to stop it, that I didn't just refuse to eat when he gave me a piece of her...  If I had it to do over again I'd... I'd..."  She shook her head.  "I don't know, maybe I'd end up doing the same thing but, knowing what I know now, knowing people were coming for me, I would've held on.  I didn't know anyone was coming.  I thought no one knew where I was, I thought Connor was knocked out somewhere, that Mother didn't mind I was gone as long as I wasn't making more trouble for her.  I couldn't feel through the Force, I had an inhibitor on me, I couldn't tell or reach out.  I didn't know...  If I'd known I could've held out longer.  Maybe... maybe I wouldn't have broken.  Maybe I wouldn't have this other person in my head.  If I'd eaten the vegetables instead of the meat... ignored the wine...  I could've been more clear headed... maybe I could've fought him..."
 
Alderaan
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"Yes, but they are just titles." He smiled at his daughter's confusion. He did keep an ear out and glances towards the airlock, ready to stop the conversation before the peacekeeper arrived to over hear anything of note that would contradict his cover. "A knight, may not be padawan leaner any more, but they never stop learning. And knowledge of the Jedi and their ways is not a bad thing, but is not important at this time." He nodded and thought of his time with the Jedi, on and off the council. And of the holocrons in his possession. "First and foremost you are to be my daughter. After that, you will be your own person. If your choose to join the ranks of Jedi or Sith it will be your choice. But there is a third choice, one that I follow. I stand between the two, I carry the flame of the Force separating light from dark."


He listened as she expressed her guilt. Having been a prisoner and having spoken with prisoners, he understood her guilt, its source, and her inner conflict and self doubt about what she could have and should have done. "Knowing there is rescue makes it easy to hold onto hope. But when there is no known certainty, that is what makes it hard to hope." His hand encompassed hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Viewing the past always shows the path we should've taken, but bathing in the water of guilt and recriminations does not bring purity. Learn from your past, but do not live there and try and change what is already written."
 
Alderaan


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna @Constantin


That wasn't an answer, at least not one that satisfied her.  She wanted to know what would make him happy.  She knew what made Mother happy...  But she felt that, if she asked, he would be unhappy..  Before this she hadn't been given that chance, that option and she didn't know how to respond to his words on either subject.  Why'nn stared at the ration.


"Dad... I asked because I thought you would decide for me, like Mother wanted to do.  I'm not ...I can't... "  She shook her head and put a hand to it.  "I ...don't really want to deal with this right now.  I don't know what side is good or bad or... if it even matters at this point.  Mother's dead.  You're not and, despite all I've been through, I'm still 14.  You're still the adult, still in charge."  Her energy in the Force was barely contained but it was clear it didn't know what it wanted to be.  Dark and Light warred for supremacy as confusion, frustration, and hopelessness coalesced into a churning emotional whirlpool that threatened to drown her before she had the ability to properly process her available choices and feelings.  "I don't want to think.  I don't want to feel, I don't want to remember I just... I just want to stop, okay?  I want to stop.  I want to stop existing, I want to stop everything."


Taking a deep breath, the padawan let herself crumple to the ground.  "I know I'm not being strong right now," she murmured.  "I know Mother would hate me for this.  I know that, were I on Korriban, I'd be dead.  I don't know if I want to be dead.  But I don't know how to be anymore.  Even though I smile at you and HK-50-01 and Fali, even though you can make me laugh and the past few days haven't been bad, every second is this deep... I don't know how to describe it.  It's not agony... It... It feels like I have a hole in my chest and in my head that can't be filled or fixed.  I dread every night because night means I have to sleep and sleep means I have nightmares.  I wake up thinking I'm back there and it didn't help when someone put a neural inhibitor on me in the night.  I thought he was going to show up.  And then... and then yesterday I woke up and..."  Why'nn shivered, folding down the collar of her jacket to reveal fresh cuts in her neck.  They were similar in style to the others on her body, but the hand was not nearly so practiced.  They were red and a bit deeper than was safe.  One reached up behind her left ear and curled up and around.  As Why'nn kept her hair down it had gone unnoticed.
 
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Delrick nodded in understanding. "Why'nn am your father, and I do want what's best for you. I want you to follow in my footsteps, become what I've become. I want you to do what is right, in your heart and through the Force. So I will train you and teach you. But what your are is up to you. Not a title bestowed by others." He knew anyone nearby would feel the same storm in the Force she was causing, but that would calm with time. 


As she slowly slid to floor, he moved to join his daughter on the deck, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You want to not feel or be apart of the wider galaxy. Using your meditation will help with that. Finding your center and calming that inner turmoil will allow you feel just that." He hugged his daughter and rested his head on hers. "Admitting you have a weakness and knowing you can't handle it by yourself is being strong. Hiding your pain behind anger is still hiding, using the Force to choke someone it's not strength." Delrick looked down at her, sorting through all of her conflicting thoughts and emotions. "As much as I want to fill those holes today, this very moment, I can't. And it pains me knowing I can't do that. It's normal to feel that way. It will take time to heal and those will fill themselves in and heal." His eyes narrowed at the mention of an inhibitor being forced on her, there were really only two people on board that would do that. Zerek was capable, but had proven he would not. So that left the former slave. His eyes took a dangerous glint at seeing the new cuts. "Dreams and nightmares are the minds way of processing and accepting what has happened to us, to try and lock them away and not face them will only make them stronger and never ending." He stood and held his hand to his little girl. "I can fix that cut, and fix it so that it will not leave a scar." The equipment in the medbay was more then up to the task of closing and healing the deep cut. 
 
Alderaan


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Why'nn snuggled into her father's embrace.  She loved being near him and having this kind of affection.  She closed her eyes, resting her head against him.  This was what she'd wanted for years.  As he mentioned he could fix the cuts she got quite excited, gripping his hand and accepting his help in standing.  "Really?  Thank you...  I haven't wanted to show you but I'm glad you're not angry with me.  I have to assume it's Sanguina's doing."  A smile spread across her face as crimson spread out from her pupils, consuming the gold.


"But, Daddy, I want them to stay," Sanguina stated, still accompanying him, calmly, keeping hold of his hand, to the medbay.  "If they stay Master might come sooner.  But I want to go see Second Mommy so this will work well!"  The smile turned into a grin as she skipped, pulling him toward the medbay now.  "And can I borrow a scalpel?  I want to make it prettier."


To the Jedi it would seem like the confused, though somewhat contented, energy was smothered and replaced by sadism and joy.  Confusion and contentedness was still there, but buried.  The two energies existed as one and, in fact, the joyous sadism might truly have been there all along, but it wasn't as two sides of the same person.  More, it was as if two souls inhabited one being.  To any Force user unfamiliar with the situation it would be quite alarming, indeed, possibly feeling like a Soul Essence transfer.
 
Alderaan


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Delrick smiled and shook his head. "No I'm not mad, I now you wouldn't do this to yourself." He watched the shift in personalities, the smile slowly fell from his face as Sanguina spoke. "You heard me say I'm the daddy right? That means I make the decisions, and these cuts are too deep. They won't heal into scars, they'll just get infected and become even more ugly." He let her pull him into the medbay, as the phrase 'Second Mommy.' Bounced around his mind. "And then your master won't take you back because you ruined his masterpiece." As a smile came back to him as they walked. Delrick blinked a few times, his curiosity getting to him "What do you mean by that?" 


As they entered he saw Fali sitting on the deck in front of the tank with staring at the Sith inside, like some sort of unique fish on display. "No. You can't have a scalpel. But I will help it look prettier." Delrick led her over to one of the two empty beds. "Here, hop up and we'll make it look prettier." His voice was almost cheerful as he spoke with her, not even hints of his displeasure were evident. He watched Makri, to see how she reacted to himself and to Why'nn, who would clearly be acting different. It would be interesting and telling to see what she did. He would step into her mind and watch her dreams and emotions again to try and glean more information about this Sith and her master. 
 
Alderaan


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"Oh... I made them too deep?"  She seemed upset by this.  "No, no, I don't want Master to be upset.  Of course, of course you can fix it... we'll make it smooth and I'll make it pretty another time."  She hopped up as instructed, clearing her hair out of the way.  "Well, Mommy is gone now.  We can't feel her anymore at all...  But there still needs to be a Mommy.  Why'nn can't be Mommy and I can't be her, either, so we just have to find a new Mommy."  Sanguina pointed to the Sith in the tank.  "She acts enough like Mommy used to.  She can be New Mommy.  I guess I shouldn't have called her 'Second.'  Sorry, New Mommy!"


The girl continued to smile as she waited for Delrick to fix the damage.  If she'd done something wrong she'd have it fixed before it marred the masterpiece.  That was something she was grateful for.  "So you do actually love me, Daddy?"
 
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Makri was slow to notice the newcomers to her little room of durance vile. She didn't feel their emotions in the Force, nor did she feel a well of tranquility to indicate a Jedi's work. In fact she didn't feel much of anything, her eyes studying the bearded man with the curiosity one gives a strange new creature you're not entirely sure exists. Was she still hallucinating? Why was he just watching her like that, and when would the other sword drop? She could still feel the walls pressing in on her from all sides, and she was struggling not to look at them, to feel them. She'd even shouted at him once to try to startle him, but the liquid and glass had muffled her enough that he hadn't even blinked. This tank just wasn't built to carry sound out of it.


The other way... was different, and she finally looked over when she heard the agent and the Darthling speak to one another. Them she knew, and that finally set the seal on whether this was real or not... or did it? Mommy? Daddy? New Mommy? There was a lot more going on here than met the eye, and Makri crossed her legs under her as she listened, learned, thought... and smiled up at them. 


She even nodded when the Darthling apologized to her. Dream logic didn't have to make sense, so it was possible the girl who'd tried to kill her would suddenly be her daughter.


Actually, that made as much sense as some of the other things that had happened to her in the last week or so. How long had she even been in here?
 
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Fali looked up when Delrick entered, at first apprehensive until Why'nn entered.  He immediately noticed something off with her though and assummed Sanguina had taken control.  This didn't worry him though, as even she had been strangely kind to him, although that could've been nothing more than Why'nn's personality affecting Sanguina.  Or maybe she really was as naive as she let on, and simply held no ill will to those whom hadn't earned her ire?  Of course, that just meant that whatever tortures Nah-Iblen had put her through had left the poor girl's sense of affection that skewed.  This was a small part of why he always avoided the sexual advances Sanguina seemed to direct at anyone not directly related to her, he had a bit of an aversion to mid-coital stabbings.  Or post-coital stabbings from her angry father.  The much much larger part of it was that she was several years younger than him, and he wasn't some kind of pedophiliac monster.


When Delrick took Sanguina over to the medical table to be examined, he turned his attention back to Makri, who seemed interested in te newcomers.  There was something about the way she held herself that seemed familiar.  He turned his head slightly and spoke to Delrick.


"This woman...  There's something about her.  The way she holds herself...  it reminds me of myself in a way.  I think this woman used to be a slave."
 
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HK-50-01 seemed to carry himself with more dignity than usual as he idly paced a tight loop in one of the Tythian Shadow's corridors. The past few days had been very good to him (as the other members of - in addition to his torture switch being removed , everyone seemed to be treating him with a respect he hadn't ever received. He'd even been told he wasn't property by what he now termed 'Friend' (though it's use was in the same fashion as Mistress) , a concept he still was failing to process. He was a droid , wasn't he? Weren't droids always someone's property , regardless of treatment? The only droids he knew that weren't were like his brother , rogue droids with loyalty to only themselves. Whatever else he had desired to be , Oh-One never wanted to become that - after all , loyalty was really all he had been able to say he possessed in the years before he had Why'nn to love him. 


So , despite that he was being told (by his perceptions) that he should do whatever he felt he should do , the assassination droid stayed far away from his Friend as she meditated. He didn't want to interrupt her healing ,  something far more important than he ever would be. Fortunately or not (he wasn't sure) , Oh-One still hadn't met this Sanguina he had been told of. 


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HK-50-09 angrily paced the narrow corridor between the ship's airlock and the lounge , idly spinning and cocking his pistol as he did. In counterpoint to both his Brother's general happiness , he felt extremely displeased that he was being (by his estimation) ignored. After all , was he not better than all the rest of them? And yet this 'employer' of his , Delrick , barely ever spoke to him - save to trick his mind , a feat he hadn't thought possible and which he had nearly killed the Gray Jedi over. 'Blast , they even ignore me in favor of that Sith wench that they still won't even let me kill! Raxus , I'm not even getting paid for this.. Indignation!' 


Naturally , Oh-Nine began following the Renegade as soon as he saw him pass , finding perhaps something to show them why it was foolish to ignore him. Whether or not he intended it , his prescence - directly behind and to the left of Zerek - did add to the ruse of being Imperial Agents. Immediately after the fleshsack finished speaking , he added his own thoughts , glancing idly to the camera as he did so. "[COLOR= rgb(105, 105, 105)]Statement : whatever his business is , I hope it's something I can shoot him for. Blast it , I haven't been able to kill anyone the whole fripping mission.. I always hated Nautolans  , anyway."[/COLOR]
 
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Zerek, after getting his answer to who Makri was, groaned. "Of course. God damn. Can I... can I just not have to deal with everyone and everything going towards someone I happen to be near? What's next, a hit squad going after 09?" Zerek thought for a moment and groaned again. "I take it back, that is way too likely." He was about to talk more when he felt a wave of emotion wash over him, coming from deeper inside the ship. "OK, someone certainly needs a drink. And they will get it. As soon as we're off this rock and on a different rock." As much as he wanted to see what was going on, he was pretty sure Delrick had a handle on it.


The few days passed with irritation and considerably more groaning. Not only were they not leaving the next day, but he found out there were not one, but two Sith hanging around the ship. One was walking around with an inhibitor and the other was in kolto. The one in kolto tried to kill him, so seeing her get medical treatment had him slightly nettled. He was hoping that she was going to be dropped off somewhere and kept far the fuck away from him. Same went for the other guy, just less harshly. He snuck a few drinks from the whiskey to brace himself for anything else. His discussion with Delrick on the matter of his training was, rather unexpectedly, calm and composed as Zerek didn't want to piss him off.


As he and Delrick were discussing exactly which planet they were going to head to, where he had both crossed out Tatooine for what he described as 'personal reasons' and surpressed his Force presence out of habit, he heard that there was another Jedi walking near. "Oh for... ONE WEEK! Just one! All I want!" Zerek breathed in and out slowly, calming himself. "I've got it. I'll see what he wants, get him to leave if I can, otherwise I'll get you." Zerek walked to the entryway, ready to deal with Jedi bullshit. "I just want to get off this rock..."


As he got to the hatch, he combed his hair down, sweeping it from right to left, pulling his goggles over his eyes and his bandanna over his nose and mouth. He hung up his coat carefully on a hook, making sure to note the location. He checked the camera, seeing the Jedi in question. He donned an Imperial accent as he pressed the button to speak. "Hello, sir. What, praytell, is your business here?" He silently prayed that whatever he wanted, it would be easy to resolve without involving Delrick.
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"My name is Rin Chicri, I am a Jedi Peacekeeper. I am here in regards to an investigation involving this ship, I would like to speak to its registered owner, Mikel Nurn." He waited motionless for a response from the other side. The Nautolan felt that this would not be a simple investigation. The Force surrounding this place made him feel paranoid, it was possibly a cue that someone on the ship was going to attempt to deceive him. He didn't need the Force for that information though, it was an Imperial ship landed on a Republic World, they wouldn't have been there if they weren't doing something illicit. 


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"Yes, you did." Delrick picked up the surgical implement that would mend the wounds. "Now hold still, this is gonna sting a bit." Had this been Why'nn, he would have applied an anesthetic, but being Sanguina he held off on it. He knew she would view it as him caring in some fashion. He worked slowly to aid in the device closing and knitting the flesh together neatly so as to only leave the faintest thing red line. One would have to be breathing on her neck to even see it, but that would fade in a few days without a kolto bandage.


He listened while he concentrated on keeping his hands steady. "That's right mommy is gone, and you and Why'nn can't be mommy." He stopped after finishing the first of three cuts she had made, to look at Makri in her personal bubble. "Now we've talked about this, there doesn't have to be a mommy. There can just be a daddy."


The way she was smiling at them made him wonder how coherent she was. It looked like a dreamlike smile, the kind you make when you're willing to accept anything in a dream because you are expecting to wake up.


He started on the second line she had inexpertly carved into herself. This one curled up behind her ear. "This one will hurt a bit." Her question gave him pause. Did he love her? Had she been born as Why'nn's twin sister of course he would have loved her. She was part of his daughter whom he still loved. So yes he did love her, though it was odd for him to acknowledge that fact. The implement was traveling slowly behind her. "Yes, Sanguina, I do love you." 


Fali's comment about the Sith in the tank  linked a few thoughts together for the Gray Jedi. 'So she wasn't just reacting to being in the tank, she was reliving her past and path to power.' Delrick finished that second line and began on the third. "That would make sense, given most slaves do not lead a very nice life. Being filled with pain, hatred, fear and jealousy would make the Dark Side a very tempting choice for a being discovering Force sensitivity." Setting the implement down he picked up a kolto spray and applied it to her former cuts, and then dressed it with a bandage. 
 
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Sanguina cooed and smiled, leaning into the pain.  It was a slight sting, but it felt good as she hadn't had that much pain recently.  As he closed up the cut that curled up, around her ear she closed her eyes, letting out a slight moan.  "But, Daddy, she's a really good option."  As the dressings were done she hopped off the bed and went to the tank.  "I'm going to let her out."


And, so, the girl set about releasing the Sith from the tank.  Though she didn't remove the neural inhibitor, she hugged Makri, aiming to run a knife down the Sith's side.  It would be a light cut, but one that would give some blood for Sanguina to lick up.
 
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Wait, what was going on now?


Makri's darthling? daughter? bounded off the medical bed and sauntered across the room toward her, and the older Sith stood - slowly - in the thick fluid. She still felt drained and hollow, oddly emptied without the Force running through her veins but she managed to stand with a little help from her hands. Yes, she was actually coming to let her out of this horrible fishbowl! 


Maybe she really was Makri's daughter? Her eyes looked different to how she remembered, and when the fluid drained away through the grilles around her feet and the tube actually - finally - lifted, she had just enough time to throw a gun-shy glance at the intelligence agent before she was surrounded by a big warm (kolto-sticky) hug. When it came, the knife-wound was unexpected and she gasped only partly from surprise. The fine heat pierced the odd lassitude that soaked her and she swayed, then returned a stinging slap at the girl's cheek when she first went to taste the wound in her side.


"Akgh-" she coughed, then tried again. "Ask first, little one. But yes, you may." 


If she tries a second time the Sith encourages her, easing down and supporting her head with one hand soothing the heat of her cheek and the other gently stroking her hair. Yellow eyes look over her shoulder, first at the perceptive slave who first greeted her on awakening... then to the intelligence agent, who seems now more than he once appeared. She gave him another strange, wary, nervous glance. A challenging look, as though there's something on her mind but doesn't want to raise.
 
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The slap was surprising and sent the small girl reeling.  Her other half's refusal to eat was harsh and Sanguina shook her head before New Mommy gave her permission to drink the blood.  The girl then happily came to the Sith, licking up and drinking as much blood as she could.  The kolto didn't taste too good, but the blood was amazing.  So long since she'd had a proper meal.


As New Mommy supported her, stroking her hair, the girl closed her eyes, blood coming to stain her lips and chin as she continued to drink.  'This feels good, right?'  The only issue was that Master was not there.  After she'd had quite a bit, Sanguina pulled back but grinned up at the Sith.  "I like you a lot.  Why'nn doesn't.  I do.  Why'nn's scared of you, says you'll hurt us, but I don't believe you will.  Will you be our new Mommy?  Our last one died and I think she's mostly gone.  But I like you."
 
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Makri's side still felt wet where the darthling sliced her open, but the pain was mostly gone and she'd been left clean of blood and kolti alike beneath her daughter's active tongue. This felt good, and right. She wasn't Puppy of course, but maybe that meant she'd stay and wouldn't keep breaking like so many of her playmates did. She didn't feel entirely herself, but this... this was something to hold onto and she smiled down at Sanguina's bloody grin while she tried to make sense of her remarks for a moment or two, then simply accepted it.


"Why'nn is right, little one. I will hurt you, and often - but never more than you can accept." She looked intently at her new friend, then a troubled expression stole across her face. She still... she didn't feel right and while one hand stole up to her head and the metal circlet that rested there. "I don't understand you, not yet. But isn't family all about learning to understand and accept one another, the way they truly are?" At least she thought it was. Her family had been broken apart before she could really get a sense of how it should work, and she only had the Sith families that she'd served to model herself after. 


She threw another troubled look across the room, then leaned in close to her apparent daughter's ear and whispered just loud enough for her - or anyone actively using force-enhanced senses - to hear. "Um... am I really married to your Daddy, new daughter?" She didn't remember him before the ship, but maybe that was the dream. It was the only way her shaky mind could explain all those extra people appearing out of nowhere like that - and her apparent new family.


Makri had always wanted a family, even if this wasn't quite how she'd imagined it.
 
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Sanguina squealed happily at the news she'd be hurt.  She giggled, then, and skipped to her father, then back to the Sith.  At the whispered question she looked up at her new mother.  "Oh, no, Mommy.  Old Mommy was killed somewhere... I don't know where or why...  But I don't know if they were married, either.  It's okay.  You're not my biological mommy, but I like you and I want to spend more time with you."


It was then that the girl's eyes got wide and she shook a bit as gold overtook crimson.  For the first time since Sanguina came into existence Why'nn regained control without anyone else's help.  Now Why'nn looked up at the Sith, blinking.  It took her a moment to put two and two together.  "Makri Ona," she murmured, as if remembering a far off time.  It was then that she shivered and took a couple steps back.  "Dad, thank you for healing me.  I'm sorry I wasn't able to keep my concentration."


Why'nn kept a wary eye on the Sith.  After a moment, though, she approached again.  "How much do you know about where you are?"


Through the Force the Peacekeeper would feel the darker energy overtaken by the confused, if lighter, energy.
 
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