Become New

[Kamon Vondiranach]

A Past RP

Niamh struggled to regain herself after this new strip of flesh was ripped from her body. It hurt so much. It hurt and it wasn't going to stop hurting. Tears ran down her cheeks. She wanted to be strong, but she couldn't help it. The pain was excruciating. How had she allowed herself to be captured like this? How could she have failed in such a way. Her life was forfeit, she knew. Such was the price of being a Shadow.

She closed her eyes and bit back the tears, trying to drown out the sound of their laughter at harming her. They'd done everything. She hurt in every way, and now she'd given up.

There a came a commotion and she looked up, but she could barely see. Something was moving in front of her, something hideous, but she couldn't focus her eyes enough to see what it was. Slowly, her eyes drifted back closed. She'd lost so much blood at this point that there was nothing left for her to do but fall into a deep slumber, her body shutting down to try and keep her alive. Whatever this beast was, it could have its way with her.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Curious. Most curious. To find such a creature here, trapped, tortured by these filthy humans and their machines. It disgusted him. In fact, it reminded him of the sort of thing he'd detested about his own people.

So he killed those that had her. It wasn't hard when it was unexpected. A few thud bugs and the bite of his amphistaff was enough to end them. For a moment he'd loomed over her, expecting fear and apprehension, perhaps hatred. She was too far gone, though, and her hazy eyes were unable to focus upon him, which he was fine with. Releasing her proved quite easy. Carrying her out did not. He ended up dragging her back to his Yorik-et. Not exactly gingerly, either.

He took her away from there, to a small world on the fringes of the galaxy that didn't even have a name. It had become his temporary home, and he'd shaped a small hovel for himself there from the local flora and fauna. It was quite easy. He laid her down to rest and then went to collect foods that someone of her physiology should be able to ingest. She would wake eventually, and she would need food when she did.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

She suffered many nightmares as she slept through her body working to heal her injuries. Restless. That was a good way to describe her. She tossed and turned, often times opening wounds anew, setting back her recovery without even knowing it. She couldn't help it. Her body was in peril. She was filled with infection due to what had been done with her, and her fever was rising. She didn't know this, but it didn't change the truth.

Fortunately for her, her captor was actually taking care of her. If she had known, she might have thanked him. Though his efforts would eventually save her, she could do nothing but suffer through one nightmare after another as he took her away from the hell she'd been in.

Sometime, many days later and on a strange world, she woke slowly, and found herself looking at a strange ceiling. Bioluminscent light filled the room around her, sometimes pulsing, often changing colors through various hues of green and yellow. Her eyes were murky, but she could have sworn she saw a piece of the house suddenly shift to catch water as rain came down outside. She didn't understand where she was, or how she'd come to be there, but she lay her head back down anyway. She was thirsty and hungry, but saw no one to help her, and was too weak to get it herself. She would simply have to wait for enough strength to come back to her so she could move.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

When he returned, a light rain coming down, he noticed that luminescence of his plants. They were designed specifically to awaken at the movement of another living being within. It was both a defense mechanism, and a convenience. He carried with him a sack of fruits from the world, all of them edible and shouldn't cause an issue with her biological system.

As he stepped into the hut, he focused on her. She was awake, and lying on the bed. The living material she lay upon fit to her body in a way that no infidel bed ever could. That being said, he rarely viewed these people as infidels, just misguided. They had, most of them, lost their ability to communicate with the nature around them, and so they instead shaped it in destructive ways. It was no fault of theirs that their ancestors had failed to pass down their teachings effectively.

"You awaken."

He moved closer, though remained a short distance back, wary of the shock.

"Remain lying there regardless of your opinions of me. Your body can not handle stress at the moment."

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

She heard movement, though she'd not felt anyone approach. That should have been her first clue, but she wasn't in the right state of mind to truly understand what was going on. As the being entered and spoke, she turned her head to look and her eyes widened. There, across from her, was a Yuuzhan Vong. She wished she had her weapons and could move so she could cut him down, but she couldn't. The strain was written across her face.

And yet, when he spoke, he told her things that seemed contradictory to the usual desire to harm her. He told her to remain lying down after moving closer to her. It was the indication of wariness towards the physical limitations of her body that surprised her the most. Why did it care? They usually were trying to kill her. Most curious of all, he was carrying a bunch of fruits, and not an amphistaff or anything else. By the unusual headgear she guessed that he was a shaper, which meant he'd probably shaped everything around her.

She said nothing, but continued to stare at him, straining from the desire to cut him down, and the lack of ability to do so, though also from curiosity.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

"I can see you wish to kill me."

Not unexpected. Most beings in the galaxy despised his kind, yet again, because of their joining with the Sith. They'd had years of peace and tranquility after their initial invasion, only to have that quickly ruined by some blood thirsty idiots that worshiped a god that didn't even exist. A god that was invented by the priest caste just to keep people focused. It was ridiculous, but it was there way and he could do nothing to change it.

He set the bowl of fruits down on the shaped bed beside her. It shifted to accommodate the change and he stepped away to lower himself into what had just moments ago appeared to be a wall. A seat formed to accommodate him.

"I do not wish to harm you. I'm not like the Yuuzhan you have encountered before. I am an exile."

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

So he said.

Whether he wished to harm her or not, he was still a Yuuzhan Vong and she couldn't bring herself to trust him so easily. They were enemies; foes that supported the One Sith in their efforts to conquer the known galaxy. This was not something that she could just ignore whether he said that she should or not. He was a Vong and she was only going to see him as a Vong. Though the fruits were too tempting to pass up and she grudgingly grabbed one and bit into it.

As the juices ran down her chin, she stared at him. He did nothing but watch her. Not a single move was made to harm her. This was abnormal, and she wasn't sure whether she would prefer for him to attack her or to just leave. If he was going to do it, he would already have done so. He wouldn't be feeding her food.

"How could I possibly trust you given what your people have done to this galaxy?"