Mother of Pearl
The Zeltron continued to shudder, struggling in vain against the waves of agony wrought by the sadistic priestess. It was unlike anything she’d ever had the misfortune of experiencing, and with her limited cognitive abilities could not place a distinct label on the sensation. A sharp inhale gave way to a gag, her body naturally trying to dispel the contents of her stomach between screams and moans as a reaction to the pain. Yet the Zeltron hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon, so she only managed to spit up a bit of bile mixed with saliva.
For a moment, the cool sensation of Briga’s palm seemed to dull the torture. Perhaps it was her own mind attempting to find comfort in a small gesture, as she soon felt another surge of torment rip though her open wounds. Joza heaved again, her body trembling from both the pain and anxiety as the collar was removed. Almost immediately she felt her senses begin to stabilize, and the Jedi weighed her options against the Caprine’s words. She was indeed more powerful than Joza had anticipated, and if anything, the Knight would first focus on incapacitating her rather than the guards. But it was risky, especially without allowing to time to feel out how capable her opponent was.
But Joza was keenly aware that she was in no position to attack the Sith—as exhausted, confused and distressed as she was. Instead, her priorities shifted as she gathered the Force to her. Wails of agony would die down in favor of concentration, an odd silence blanketing the room save for Joza’s labored breathing. Her face still screwed in discomfort, but gradually she was able to lessen the pain to the point where she could talk.
“Y…you know nothing of the Je—Jedi ways.” The words left her lips in a gasp as Joza accidentally let her focus slip a little. Getting herself back on track and sinking the soothing sensation of the Force into her wounds, she would continue. “Only…beasts…give i-in.” Swallowing thickly, the Zeltron would roll to her knees, yet would not be able to raise herself up completely. Instead, she slumped before the priestess. “Giving in is…too…easy. Th…there has to be s-ss-something more!”
The Jedi Knight was good at putting on a façade. She abided by the “fake it until you make it” rule, as pretending to be brave had helped her focus in tough situations. But it wasn’t always a good thing, and it didn’t always help. She did it to mask her own problems, ones that her anxious over-analytical mind had spent too much time mulling over.
It didn’t take much to figure her out, and here Briga had struck so intimately at the heart of the problem. As much as she tried to salvage what she could of her pride, Joza was cracking too quickly.
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For a moment, the cool sensation of Briga’s palm seemed to dull the torture. Perhaps it was her own mind attempting to find comfort in a small gesture, as she soon felt another surge of torment rip though her open wounds. Joza heaved again, her body trembling from both the pain and anxiety as the collar was removed. Almost immediately she felt her senses begin to stabilize, and the Jedi weighed her options against the Caprine’s words. She was indeed more powerful than Joza had anticipated, and if anything, the Knight would first focus on incapacitating her rather than the guards. But it was risky, especially without allowing to time to feel out how capable her opponent was.
But Joza was keenly aware that she was in no position to attack the Sith—as exhausted, confused and distressed as she was. Instead, her priorities shifted as she gathered the Force to her. Wails of agony would die down in favor of concentration, an odd silence blanketing the room save for Joza’s labored breathing. Her face still screwed in discomfort, but gradually she was able to lessen the pain to the point where she could talk.
“Y…you know nothing of the Je—Jedi ways.” The words left her lips in a gasp as Joza accidentally let her focus slip a little. Getting herself back on track and sinking the soothing sensation of the Force into her wounds, she would continue. “Only…beasts…give i-in.” Swallowing thickly, the Zeltron would roll to her knees, yet would not be able to raise herself up completely. Instead, she slumped before the priestess. “Giving in is…too…easy. Th…there has to be s-ss-something more!”
The Jedi Knight was good at putting on a façade. She abided by the “fake it until you make it” rule, as pretending to be brave had helped her focus in tough situations. But it wasn’t always a good thing, and it didn’t always help. She did it to mask her own problems, ones that her anxious over-analytical mind had spent too much time mulling over.
It didn’t take much to figure her out, and here Briga had struck so intimately at the heart of the problem. As much as she tried to salvage what she could of her pride, Joza was cracking too quickly.
[member="Darth Ax'no"]