Moya Virtu
The Collage/Darth Phyre IV
Wearing: Dress
Armed with: Decoy's Blade (Black core, green aura Lightsaber)
Current Configuration: Public (See Bio)
Came to Samovar in: The Blessing of Loste
007 days after the events of "Wrath of The Amalgam"
With:
Westenra Mina
(Gladiator Configuration)
"Laertia, sweetie...put it down." Moya said, nervously as she approached with Westenra.
Laertia Io, skin white as snow, scars on her face, including a deep trench of one on her scalp, normally hidden by ebon hair, yet still beautiful, held her own sawn off shotgun in her mouth, sitting on the edge of her bed.
Moya had just walked in on her, having sensed deep despair in her through their bond. Westenra, in her Black Haired Gladiator form, flesh made to look like she wore a gold catsuit had a look of genuine terror. She had never been in this situation before. She had no idea what to do since her psychology programming was in another Configuration.
Moya's current form had psychology programming however.
"Laertia, please..." West pleaded. "Don't end it like this..."
Laertia's face was tear streaked and frightened and resigned all in the same breath. Moya had never felt such emotional agony from her. She had been like this ever since learning the truth. Ever since learning
The Amalgam
had actually been Ursula Sandraven all along.
Her "Jedi Master" had been one of the most psychotic, homicidal Sith Moya had ever personally encountered. The Witch was in a whole other league in terms of cruelty. And she had done the cruelest thing of all, telling Laertia the truth.
Laertia had stopped eating. Didn't get out of bed. Didn't speak much. She still wasn't speaking. West had come to help Moya care for the bedridden former Shadow, and had been for the past few days.
"West...get a rabbit..." Moya said.
"What?!" West asked, on the verge of total panic.
"Get a rabbit." Moya repeated.
West nodded reluctantly, leaving the room. Moya went closer.
"Sweetie...Sweetie, don't." Moya pleaded. "Give me the gun..."
Laertia said nothing, snot coming out of her nose, eyes bloodshot from crying. She was in her spiked biker leathers, body shuddering with despair.
"You have so much to live for. If you pull that trigger, that beast wins."
I don't care anymore. Laertia said through their bond. I don't care if I lose.
"Yes you do." Moya replied. "Because if you lose...I lose. And I don't want to lose you. And I know you don't want to lose me. I know you don't want to leave everything behind. I know you don't want to lose West. I know you want to help protect The Galaxy. But you can't do any of that dead."
Laertia looked at her with a pain and fear in her eyes, that struck the Force Sensitive Android with dread. She didn't know if she could prevent Laertia from doing it. Because all her facial analysis programming indicated Laertia wanted very emphatically to die.
Moya loved her Pseudo Daughter. To see her die like this...it would utterly destroy Moya emotionally. She would never recover and she knew it.
West at last arrived with Cortosis, her pet rabbit. One of many.
"Laertia..." West called out. "Don't...your rabbits love you. We love you."
She let loose the rabbit. Cortosis, sensing his Master's distress, immediately hopped to her, crawling up and licking her face.
Moya's went still. She saw pain everywhere on Laertia's face and didn't know what would happen. Her finger was on the trigger. The next few moments would decide everything.
Laertia's will broke. She removed the shotgun from her mouth. Moya carefully, gently took it away as Laertia started to tentatively pet her rabbit. Westenra rushed to her side, cradling her.
Moya went to take the shotgun out and immediately put it away in the armory.
Then Moya collapsed, having a panic attack...
Hours later.
"She can't recover here. She needs to spend a few days on an actual world." West asserted after Laertia had been medically sedated.
Moya sat at the edge of Laertia's bed, fingers running through the pale, unconscious woman's black hair.
"I know...but where?"
"Samovar. I've been there before." West asserted, sitting at the edge of Laertia's bed. "I bought an estate there under one of my cover identities. We'll go there and figure something out."
Moya nodded without a word, continuing to stroke her Pseudo-Daughter's hair.
"Did you know?" Westenra asked. "Did you know The Amalgam was Ursula all along?"
"I suspected..." Moya admitted. "I suspected ever since me and Laertia first engaged her at Canto Blight. Fighting Style was too similar in execution. There was also the fact she seemed to have an answer for almost everything Laertia threw at her, in a way that went waaaay beyond merely being experienced. Some of those counters were only ones that Laertia's own instructor could have known to use."
"I was hoping she would see it. I tried to nudge her in that general direction. I think even she herself knew on some level, but couldn't consciously admit it until she was directly confronted with the reality of it. Damn The Amalgam..." Moya cursed.
She turned to Laertia's friend. "Set a course for Samovar. I hope your hideaway has lots of room and plants."
"It does..." West assured her, blinking back glowing red bloody tears, for an Android like Westenra couldn't produce natural ones. "She'll need round the clock care when she arrives."
"I know. By the way, Samovar has certain brands of tea with very potent painkilling properties. Something to look into..."
"The last thing she needs right now is another headache..." West agreed, crying.
"Keep her surrounded by her rabbits when we get there, don't let her dwell on anything violence related." Moya advised, glowing green tears falling down her face freely, no more able to produce natural tears than West could, being an Android herself...
Moya planted a kiss on the unconscious Laertia's forehead.
007 hours later...
The Dynamic Class Freighter set down on an isolated landing pad close to a small mansion on the outskirts of Samovar's capital city, which was constructed of blue brick in a Romanesque style. The inner halls had a bright set of floral patterns as Moya carried Laertia off the ship, following West (Now in her cover identity of Lorna, see her Bio for details) through sparse, but still tastefully decorated halls to West's master bedroom.
The unconscious, broken woman, someday to have a complete schism with The Jedi Order she had once defended so valiantly was carefully laid to rest atop the bed, the rabbits brought in by servant droids and allowed to cuddle next to her as she slept. Moya finally let herself drop into a nearby, expensive looking chair out of sheer emotional exhaustion.
"Moya, I can handle her..." West said, clad in a silvery gown.
"She's my responsibility..." Moya trailed.
"You've been working yourself to the bone for over a week trying to stop her from getting any worse. You need rest too. Or you won't be any good to her. Take a walk. Look for the tea we talked of earlier. There's this shop that sells it...exotic brands." West advised, handing her the address on a piece of paper after writing it down and handing it to her.
Moya was reluctant to leave Laertia but deep down she knew West was right. She needed a breather. A small one.
The beautiful android took the Address, and about a thousand credits and left the mansion, heading on foot into the Capitol of Melekiss.
It was a forty minute walk from the forested lands Westenra had purchased, and it gave Moya time to compose herself.
Unfortunately there were checkpoints. The natives were suspicious and Xenophobic of outsiders, despite their capitol open to trade with the Galaxy. Moya sighed as a couple of the guards went to scan her, detecting the Lightsaber on her belt. They instantly became wary. Even on a place as backwater as Samovar, The Lightsaber was still the universal symbol for Oh Crap...
"State your business in Melekiss, Outsider." One of the uniformed guards ordered.
"Shopping. For Tea." Moya answered
Moya waited patiently at the checkpoint on the cobblestone streets, their scans giving off a number of beeps.
"Whoa, Sir..." one of them said. "She's not human. She...she's some kind of Flesh Droid..."
The Leader of the guards looked at the gorgeous Biot in her long black gown with a mix of disgust and fascination.
"What's a flesh droid want with tea?"
"Its for a friend..." Moya answered.
"I'm gonna call this in with Central. I dunno the regulations for allowing whatever you are to roam the streets..." The Guard said suspiciously.
Moya released military grade pheremones into the air.
"Oh, come now. Surely one Flesh Droid couldn't cause too much of a problem in your city, right?" Moya asked slyly, watching as the guards around ger swooned from the thought over-powering chemicals.
"I...I guess not. Go about your...business...I guess. But...but we'll be watching you!" The head of the guard warned.
"You're a darling, all of you..." Moya replied softly, striding past them...
Jax Thio
Armed with: Decoy's Blade (Black core, green aura Lightsaber)
Current Configuration: Public (See Bio)
Came to Samovar in: The Blessing of Loste
007 days after the events of "Wrath of The Amalgam"
With:
Westenra Mina
(Gladiator Configuration)"Laertia, sweetie...put it down." Moya said, nervously as she approached with Westenra.
Laertia Io, skin white as snow, scars on her face, including a deep trench of one on her scalp, normally hidden by ebon hair, yet still beautiful, held her own sawn off shotgun in her mouth, sitting on the edge of her bed.
Moya had just walked in on her, having sensed deep despair in her through their bond. Westenra, in her Black Haired Gladiator form, flesh made to look like she wore a gold catsuit had a look of genuine terror. She had never been in this situation before. She had no idea what to do since her psychology programming was in another Configuration.
Moya's current form had psychology programming however.
"Laertia, please..." West pleaded. "Don't end it like this..."
Laertia's face was tear streaked and frightened and resigned all in the same breath. Moya had never felt such emotional agony from her. She had been like this ever since learning the truth. Ever since learning
The Amalgam
had actually been Ursula Sandraven all along.Her "Jedi Master" had been one of the most psychotic, homicidal Sith Moya had ever personally encountered. The Witch was in a whole other league in terms of cruelty. And she had done the cruelest thing of all, telling Laertia the truth.
Laertia had stopped eating. Didn't get out of bed. Didn't speak much. She still wasn't speaking. West had come to help Moya care for the bedridden former Shadow, and had been for the past few days.
"West...get a rabbit..." Moya said.
"What?!" West asked, on the verge of total panic.
"Get a rabbit." Moya repeated.
West nodded reluctantly, leaving the room. Moya went closer.
"Sweetie...Sweetie, don't." Moya pleaded. "Give me the gun..."
Laertia said nothing, snot coming out of her nose, eyes bloodshot from crying. She was in her spiked biker leathers, body shuddering with despair.
"You have so much to live for. If you pull that trigger, that beast wins."
I don't care anymore. Laertia said through their bond. I don't care if I lose.
"Yes you do." Moya replied. "Because if you lose...I lose. And I don't want to lose you. And I know you don't want to lose me. I know you don't want to leave everything behind. I know you don't want to lose West. I know you want to help protect The Galaxy. But you can't do any of that dead."
Laertia looked at her with a pain and fear in her eyes, that struck the Force Sensitive Android with dread. She didn't know if she could prevent Laertia from doing it. Because all her facial analysis programming indicated Laertia wanted very emphatically to die.
Moya loved her Pseudo Daughter. To see her die like this...it would utterly destroy Moya emotionally. She would never recover and she knew it.
West at last arrived with Cortosis, her pet rabbit. One of many.
"Laertia..." West called out. "Don't...your rabbits love you. We love you."
She let loose the rabbit. Cortosis, sensing his Master's distress, immediately hopped to her, crawling up and licking her face.
Moya's went still. She saw pain everywhere on Laertia's face and didn't know what would happen. Her finger was on the trigger. The next few moments would decide everything.
Laertia's will broke. She removed the shotgun from her mouth. Moya carefully, gently took it away as Laertia started to tentatively pet her rabbit. Westenra rushed to her side, cradling her.
Moya went to take the shotgun out and immediately put it away in the armory.
Then Moya collapsed, having a panic attack...
Hours later.
"She can't recover here. She needs to spend a few days on an actual world." West asserted after Laertia had been medically sedated.
Moya sat at the edge of Laertia's bed, fingers running through the pale, unconscious woman's black hair.
"I know...but where?"
"Samovar. I've been there before." West asserted, sitting at the edge of Laertia's bed. "I bought an estate there under one of my cover identities. We'll go there and figure something out."
Moya nodded without a word, continuing to stroke her Pseudo-Daughter's hair.
"Did you know?" Westenra asked. "Did you know The Amalgam was Ursula all along?"
"I suspected..." Moya admitted. "I suspected ever since me and Laertia first engaged her at Canto Blight. Fighting Style was too similar in execution. There was also the fact she seemed to have an answer for almost everything Laertia threw at her, in a way that went waaaay beyond merely being experienced. Some of those counters were only ones that Laertia's own instructor could have known to use."
"I was hoping she would see it. I tried to nudge her in that general direction. I think even she herself knew on some level, but couldn't consciously admit it until she was directly confronted with the reality of it. Damn The Amalgam..." Moya cursed.
She turned to Laertia's friend. "Set a course for Samovar. I hope your hideaway has lots of room and plants."
"It does..." West assured her, blinking back glowing red bloody tears, for an Android like Westenra couldn't produce natural ones. "She'll need round the clock care when she arrives."
"I know. By the way, Samovar has certain brands of tea with very potent painkilling properties. Something to look into..."
"The last thing she needs right now is another headache..." West agreed, crying.
"Keep her surrounded by her rabbits when we get there, don't let her dwell on anything violence related." Moya advised, glowing green tears falling down her face freely, no more able to produce natural tears than West could, being an Android herself...
Moya planted a kiss on the unconscious Laertia's forehead.
007 hours later...
The Dynamic Class Freighter set down on an isolated landing pad close to a small mansion on the outskirts of Samovar's capital city, which was constructed of blue brick in a Romanesque style. The inner halls had a bright set of floral patterns as Moya carried Laertia off the ship, following West (Now in her cover identity of Lorna, see her Bio for details) through sparse, but still tastefully decorated halls to West's master bedroom.
The unconscious, broken woman, someday to have a complete schism with The Jedi Order she had once defended so valiantly was carefully laid to rest atop the bed, the rabbits brought in by servant droids and allowed to cuddle next to her as she slept. Moya finally let herself drop into a nearby, expensive looking chair out of sheer emotional exhaustion.
"Moya, I can handle her..." West said, clad in a silvery gown.
"She's my responsibility..." Moya trailed.
"You've been working yourself to the bone for over a week trying to stop her from getting any worse. You need rest too. Or you won't be any good to her. Take a walk. Look for the tea we talked of earlier. There's this shop that sells it...exotic brands." West advised, handing her the address on a piece of paper after writing it down and handing it to her.
Moya was reluctant to leave Laertia but deep down she knew West was right. She needed a breather. A small one.
The beautiful android took the Address, and about a thousand credits and left the mansion, heading on foot into the Capitol of Melekiss.
It was a forty minute walk from the forested lands Westenra had purchased, and it gave Moya time to compose herself.
Unfortunately there were checkpoints. The natives were suspicious and Xenophobic of outsiders, despite their capitol open to trade with the Galaxy. Moya sighed as a couple of the guards went to scan her, detecting the Lightsaber on her belt. They instantly became wary. Even on a place as backwater as Samovar, The Lightsaber was still the universal symbol for Oh Crap...
"State your business in Melekiss, Outsider." One of the uniformed guards ordered.
"Shopping. For Tea." Moya answered
Moya waited patiently at the checkpoint on the cobblestone streets, their scans giving off a number of beeps.
"Whoa, Sir..." one of them said. "She's not human. She...she's some kind of Flesh Droid..."
The Leader of the guards looked at the gorgeous Biot in her long black gown with a mix of disgust and fascination.
"What's a flesh droid want with tea?"
"Its for a friend..." Moya answered.
"I'm gonna call this in with Central. I dunno the regulations for allowing whatever you are to roam the streets..." The Guard said suspiciously.
Moya released military grade pheremones into the air.
"Oh, come now. Surely one Flesh Droid couldn't cause too much of a problem in your city, right?" Moya asked slyly, watching as the guards around ger swooned from the thought over-powering chemicals.
"I...I guess not. Go about your...business...I guess. But...but we'll be watching you!" The head of the guard warned.
"You're a darling, all of you..." Moya replied softly, striding past them...
Jax Thio
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