A Void Surrounded By Fire

[Aela Talith]

[member="Jenna Rayley"]

Nemene stood quietly in the center of the shuttle craft.

There was a large dent formed in the center of the bulkhead before her, durasteel broken and bent by the impact of a fist. Her hands were clenched at her sides, holding nothing in a white knuckled grip. A scowl was on her lips, the bright dark orange eyes in her head cast down towards her feet.

She practically radiated frustration and anger.

She didn't understand. She didn't know why this was happening. She couldn't even fathom how this had happened.

That void. That empty feeling. It was still there. Even after taking on her new body, even after gaining even more power. The void was still there. That hole inside of herself, that want, that need for something. What was it for? It was not for beauty, she had that now. This boy was striking. Piercing silver hair contrasted with bright orange. Smooth silky skin, muscular fit physique.

She was almost as beautiful as her old self.

What more could she ask for?

 

[Beatrice Govan]

Jenna Rayley: Apprentice, Slave, Pilot.

She had been reclined in her chair, considering all the recent life changing events of her life, rolling the hilt of her reclaimed knife between her palms when there had been a very audible bang, the ship seemed to reverberate beneath her feet.

It startled the girl to say the least.

First thoughts didn't go to Nemene punching the bulkhead. Of course not. Why would it? When she left Jenna to her own devices in the cockpit she had been in a fine mood.

No, her first thoughts went to technical issues. Ship troubles. Not good. An imminent and fiery death came to mind.

That put her on her toes.

Immediately she rushed throughout the ship, looking for any signs of damage or...or...no, she couldn't even contemplate it, however Jenna wasn't quite ready to perish just yet. However the young woman found nothing. Absolutely nothing, until she came to the centre of the shuttle, where [member="Nemene"] was...and a very large dent.

“What the frick happened?!”

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Jenna Rayley"]

Nemene seethed. The anger was practically pouring off of her. It was anger born of not understanding, it was anger born of ignorance, of not being able to comprehend. There was an empty feeling inside of her, a void, it needed to be filled.

Yet with what?

Cruelty to Jenna had not worked. Power had not worked. Becoming beautiful once more had not worked.

What would?

She didn't understand, she didn't know what was happening. Her fist clenched again and the thumping beat of her new heart rang within her ears. A scowl escaped her lips, and when Jenna spoke Nemene whirled around on her, anger in her eyes, silver hair lashing around her and touching her back.

“I happened.” Nemene growled at the girl, seething with hatred.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

The ferocity in which [member="Nemene"] turned around in response to her was startling, causing Jenna to take a very swift step backward. Better safe than sorry.

She happened?

She did this?

To the metal box they were flying through space in?!

“You what?”

Jenna had almost forgotten about the knife still held in her hand, she'd barely let it out of her sight since reclaiming it, hoarding it as if she were a child and it were her teddy bear. She hadn't seen the woman in such a foul mood since her face had been caved in, but still she had to object. The knife also gave her an edge of bravery/

“Are you crazy? What if you wrecked the ship!?”

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Jenna Rayley"]

Nemene didn't even hesitate.

Her hand lashed up, her fingers curling ever so slightly, bright red and black sparks shifted forward, jumping and bounding towards Jenna.

She wanted to talk about dangerous!

She wanted to talk about wrecking the ship!

Nemene would show her the damage that she could do, Nemene would show her that she could tear this vessel apart. She was a Sith Lord! She was a Queen! She was a God!

 

[Beatrice Govan]

Well that was a massive mistake.

The Sith lightning struck, immediately sending Jenna crashing down upon her knees, they hit the floor with a considerable clunk, it would have been quite painful in itself were it not for the manifestation of the dark side that was currently punishing her body.

Perhaps one day she she would develop an immunity to this brand of assault, or perhaps she would have a heart attack.

Not today though.

The young woman found herself screeching upon hand and knee as every single nerve end in her body lit up like the town's Sithmas tree. Was it that rude of a concern? Jenna had watched [member="Nemene"] tear apart a hull, was she unfounded in her protests? Well, whatever the case was that's what you get for being concerned for the well being of both of you (okay, mostly yourself)! Don't do it again!

“I'm….s-sorry!” she finally cried out after the assault, “I...just...was worried about...the ship!”

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Jenna Rayley"]

Nemene scowled down at this girl.
“You. This ship. Everything around us. It is mine.” Nemene's voice was strong, powerful, commanding. Her eyes were locked on Jenna seizing on the floor, her finger tips were trailing smoke. Her back was straight and her anger was more than evident. “I may do with it as I please.”

That was that.

There wasn't any arguing with her logic, because it wasn't logic at all. Nemene simply wanted her way, and she got her way. She was stronger, faster, better trained, and smarter than Jenna. What could the other woman do? Nothing but give in, nothing but allow Nemene to have her way. Otherwise she would very likely end up dead.

“Now. Take me to Zygerria.” Her tone was bile.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

Well that was that, then.

As she remained there on hand and knee, the smell of singed flesh permeating the room Jenna was very aware the hatred bubbling up inside of her, hand still gripping the hilt of the knife in what was now beyond a white knuckled grip.

She had nothing here. No footing. No objections. No comeback. Jenna Rayley just had to nod and accept everything that [member="Nemene"] had just said.

Like a beast with wounded pride she got back to her feet and limped off without another word. It was only when she was back alone in the cockpit that she let out a very frustrated scream, driving her hunting knife straight into the back of the pilot's chair, actively managing to penetrate to the other side. Not that it was too difficult, foam padding was hardly the beskar of chair materials.

Retrieving the blade she slumped down in her now damaged chair, preparing to make the descent into Zygerria's atmosphere.

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Jenna Rayley"]

Nemene didn't bother with the girl.

As far as she was concerned the lesson was learned. Zygerria was approaching, she could sense her old friend the Queen.

The other woman was a powerful darksider, a friend of Nemene's since childhood. She knew that if anyone would welcome her it would be the Queen of Zygerria, as long as Nemene made not even a hint at taking the throne. Of course she would never do such a thing, friendships were very few and far in between.

That and Zygerria was a rock she did not at all covet.

Mostly dust and slaves.

She sniffed slightly, then walked into the back of the ship. There she found some of the clothing she had stolen from the home of her new body. She quickly dressed herself in the finest garb she could find and then prepared to meet an old friend.