Private Captivity And Disobedience

[Azurine Varek]

Disobedience

Outfit: Clothing | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Whatever she could hide in arm compartment

Azzie's pulse thrummed steadily in her ears, but her breath remained even. Every muscle in her body stayed taut, coiled like a starship's engine idling just before the jump to hyperspace. The shadows of the chamber clung to her skin, thick and restless. The darkness here was not just a presence; it was a thing nurtured and tended to, like a blade sharpened on a whetstone.

"Less caution, more like smart strategy." She muttered, slowly brushing some of the tangled black hair strands back from her face.

"But in doing so, I can offer you something no other sith will: a choice."

The words lingered, echoing in her thoughts. A bitter taste coated her tongue. The Sith had always been fond of that promise—freedom, power, control. The leash was never truly severed though. Chains simply changed form. She'd seen it before. She'd fought against it. And now, with the weight of Kaila's proposition hanging between them, she felt it again. The illusion.

But still… the offer had teeth. "What makes you think someone like him will believe it?" Azzie's voice was low, steady—not mocking, but testing. Perhaps even a hint of honest curiosity.

There was a hilarious form of irony in the moment—the words that Anthemous had to say on the subject. It was a gamble for them both. Yet, the Sith held so much rage and contempt for Azzie's lead captor that she was practically offering her a free chance at escape. Of course, it came with strings, ones that made perfect sense in the end. Make it look real, give Anthemous a solid alibi, and give it plausible deniability so that it wouldn't be able to be taken as any kind of act of treason. It was smart. Brilliant, even. Despite her own anger and desperate defiance, she couldn't keep that small spark of respect for the other out of her chest.

"As that old saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, huh?" Her words held a dry chuckle as she cast her gaze from the others' eyes and around the prison cell she was being kept in. Kaila had done quite a good job at destroying all the cameras that could be seen just beforehand. Though she couldn't confirm if there were more hidden somewhere, it certainly appeared as if any documentation of what might come next would be nonexistent.

"If, and I mean if, I go along with this, make no mistake—I'm not doing it for you, certainly not for him." Azzie's gaze burned low, violets of her eyes swirling with thought, "And making it believable would take a hell load of time."

That was the only real truth she had to say on the subject.

Kaila Irons​

 

[Kaila Irons]

Tag: Azurine Varek

"I believe He will." Kaila answered in hushed tones.

"Because He is arrogant, convinced of Kainite superiority, and your inferiority, such that you may come to see this as salvation from backwards ideals, in time."

And perhaps she really would come to see the dark this way, however slim the chance. Either outcome would suffice, just so long as they denied Him the pleasure of her torment. Though there were other reasons for this, things she would no longer say outright, but hope for and nudge towards all the same.

She wasn't quite done with Azurine yet.

"As that old saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, huh?"

Anathemous nodded slowly, pleased to that she understood the situation clearly. It brought a calm over the young Darth as she no longer needed to fight both her master and the jedi's stubborn antics.

"If, and I mean if, I go along with this, make no mistake—I'm not doing it for you, certainly not for him." Azzie's gaze burned low, violets of her eyes swirling with thought, "And making it believable would take a hell load of time."

Then for the first time, Azurine would see her smile.

It was a sort of knowing smirk, a subtle curl of the lip, exposing a single canine to the light. like that of a child who'd been caught in an otherwise innocent lie.

"Nor I you."

Or perhaps that in of itself was the lie, Kaila could never be sure.

The mindless butchery and sadistic torment had always bothered her, even if to a lesser extent now than it had once been, before a lifetime of exposure.

"Though it will be a shame to watch you leave. Your rage is so..."

She hummed softly, looking for a moment as if she could taste it.

"...sweet."

"You would have made an exquisite sith."

Anathemous nodded to herself, genuinely a little disappointed that she'd be returning to the jedi with that same commitment as when she'd entered.

"Ah well. Nevertheless I shall teach you the ways of our Codex Eternal, the reigning religion of our empire. I share more than a few beliefs with the Eternalists even if our opinions diverge here and there. I do not expect you to take this all to heart, but it is through remembering my lessons that you will convince Him."

"If nothing else, consider it a glimpse beyond the Blackwall for your jedi..."

"...few survive to tell the tale."

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