A young blonde woman hung in the middle of the air from a pair of force cuffs wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Surrounding her were four stark white walls, the floor matching them and the ceiling filled bright white neon lights, around it a force cage. There were no doors, no windows, and the woman had seemingly been within the room for days, her hair unwashed and her body slowly becoming more and more disheveled. After what seemed like another passing age a piece of the white wall finally shifted, sliding open to reveal...more white.
For a second the hallway outside the room remained completely still, no sound, no moving air, nothing. Then the sound of clicking heels could be heard. Loud clacking against the floor followed by a more silent thud, heels on marble flooring.
The noise continued for a few minutes, ominous within the quiet. Click, click, click.
Finally, a figured appeared within the white, a woman dressed in black silks that clung tightly to the body, nearly see through in nature. Dark brown hair shifted slightly as she moved into the room to stand near Kira, seconds later another woman appeared with the same incessant clicking noise. This one blonde, blue silk gracing her skin and flowing down her body as though it were a natural river. The two women stood opposite one another, though both facing their prisoner.
“Hello Kira.” A soothing tone, almost a purr came from the brunette woman, her eyes a fiery orange to match any star. A slight tug of her lips told the world that she was pleased, though about what could not be told. She went on in that soothing tone “I am Nemene, and this is my Sister Evelynn.”
Introductions were always important, at least to Nemene they were. The Queen of Rattatak was a stickler for rules and etiquette. Never mind of course that she was introducing herself to a prisoner, a woman she had captured through deception and trickery.
Perhaps that was why she was so pleased, when they had capture Kira it had been the picture of perfection. Upon learning about the chirpy Jedi woman Nemene had insisted to Evelynn that she be their next plaything, watching the woman charge at Darth Orcus had been simply...astounding, and Nemene had been positively craving to meet her. So in order to accomplish this goal they had tracked the woman through their implant in the Republic Logistic department, finding she was headed for one of the Republics more fringe worlds. It was there that they had used the womans own emotions against her, as they had done with so many Jedi before.
Through Evelynns use of mind trick and compulsion they had bent a small child to their will, they had beaten and bloodied him, then had simply told him to find Kira. In typical Jedi fashion the woman had seen the child and immediately asked him who had done this deed. The boy answered of course with a lie, claiming a group of ruffians. When the child began to lead Kira to this group she found not ruffians, but Sith instead.
Evelynn and Nemene had pounced on the Jedi, and before she could fight back they had had her in their grasp. Now she hung here, being politely introduced to the two Queens of Rattatak.
@[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Kira Liadain"]
For a second the hallway outside the room remained completely still, no sound, no moving air, nothing. Then the sound of clicking heels could be heard. Loud clacking against the floor followed by a more silent thud, heels on marble flooring.
The noise continued for a few minutes, ominous within the quiet. Click, click, click.
Finally, a figured appeared within the white, a woman dressed in black silks that clung tightly to the body, nearly see through in nature. Dark brown hair shifted slightly as she moved into the room to stand near Kira, seconds later another woman appeared with the same incessant clicking noise. This one blonde, blue silk gracing her skin and flowing down her body as though it were a natural river. The two women stood opposite one another, though both facing their prisoner.
“Hello Kira.” A soothing tone, almost a purr came from the brunette woman, her eyes a fiery orange to match any star. A slight tug of her lips told the world that she was pleased, though about what could not be told. She went on in that soothing tone “I am Nemene, and this is my Sister Evelynn.”
Introductions were always important, at least to Nemene they were. The Queen of Rattatak was a stickler for rules and etiquette. Never mind of course that she was introducing herself to a prisoner, a woman she had captured through deception and trickery.
Perhaps that was why she was so pleased, when they had capture Kira it had been the picture of perfection. Upon learning about the chirpy Jedi woman Nemene had insisted to Evelynn that she be their next plaything, watching the woman charge at Darth Orcus had been simply...astounding, and Nemene had been positively craving to meet her. So in order to accomplish this goal they had tracked the woman through their implant in the Republic Logistic department, finding she was headed for one of the Republics more fringe worlds. It was there that they had used the womans own emotions against her, as they had done with so many Jedi before.
Through Evelynns use of mind trick and compulsion they had bent a small child to their will, they had beaten and bloodied him, then had simply told him to find Kira. In typical Jedi fashion the woman had seen the child and immediately asked him who had done this deed. The boy answered of course with a lie, claiming a group of ruffians. When the child began to lead Kira to this group she found not ruffians, but Sith instead.
Evelynn and Nemene had pounced on the Jedi, and before she could fight back they had had her in their grasp. Now she hung here, being politely introduced to the two Queens of Rattatak.
@[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Kira Liadain"]