There was a knock at the door of Roland Kyn, a man in his early thirties, with clean cut brown hair and in a simple but elegant black suit.
He was a minor tradesmen on Samovar. His trade of choice was rare teas. He had been approached for induction in order for the clan to have a hidden hand in the Samovar Tea Industry, as well as due to the fact he was a native of this land and thus would not arouse suspicion from the locals. He wasn't a Psy-Pire like many of House Li-Ves. Not yet, anyway. He had been convinced to join to eventually earn the extended life span and benefits of all Psy-Pires.
Westenra had done discrete observations of him before he was even approached, not that he knew it. He lacked much of the xenophobic attitudes of his fellow natives, though even he had been highly suspicious of them when he had been kidnapped via a hilarious prank involving a trail of candy and a large box to trap him under (Just in case you are wondering, Roland wasn't actually stupid enough to eat the candy but his curiousity had nonetheless gotten the better of him for he was STILL stupid enough to
actually follow the trail.) and taken to the ship. The valuable metals and gems they had tossed at his feet had quickly made him get over whatever lingering sentiments he had about offworlders, especially when the reward for cooperation was so immense.
He lived modestly, and quietly, and beyond his hand in the tea trade he was useful for local intel. So when he had started to complain to them of extremely vivid recurring nightmares, it had been only natural they would send someone to check on their newest asset.
He had been rather morose the past few days, hesitant to sleep in his semi-opulent home, filled with paintings and sculptures. He was on three cups of coffee a day to stay awake longer. He'd barely heard the knock in his contemplation on his rocking chair, staring into his fireplace, and when the knock became more insistent he finally stirred from his seat and went to answer it.
"Yes, yes, what is--" he stopped, gazing upon the beauty of the android in the snow, a purple glint faint but visible at the center of pink eyes. She had deactivated the pheremone production in order to keep him level headed while they talked.
That said, even with the pheremone production cut, Westenra was still gorgeous (albeit still unsettling on some unconscious level to him.) to behold and as she smiled, despite his lingering slight mistrust of outsiders, even those he was allied with, he had to struggle not to gape at her sheer beauty.
"Mr. Kyn. My name is Lorna." the biot lied, using the alias for the psychologist appearance she was currently in. She preferred this appearance, despite having a different public identity already set up, as this guise actually allowed her to try and genuinely
help people one on one. She regarded this form as her true one, for this reason.
"You the doctor they sent?"
The vampiric android nodded.
"May I come in?"
Roland stepped aside. "By all means, please."
She glided in, her walk oozing femme fatale. She found the nearest seat.
"I'm told you have had recurring nightmares the past three weeks, Mr. Kyn. Have you tried anything to help you sleep better?" Westenra asked.
"I played relaxing music and drank decaf tea, no sugar, before bed. It didn't work. Nothing works." Roland answered glumly, sitting in his rocking chair.
"Hmmm..." Westenra paused, leaning back in her seat, her psychology programs already working over the possible symptoms and diagnosis.
"Have you been under a lot of stress? At work? Personally?"
"Beyond the nightmares? No. That's what I can't figure out. Work's great, not married, don't have children..."
"I see..." she replied gently. "These nightmares of yours. Are you comfortable enough to describe them?"
Roland got very hesitant.
"Do I have to?"
"If you are ready to talk about them. I assure you, whatever is said I will be under strict doctor-patient confidentiality." Westenra answered placatingly.
Roland sighed, leaning back in his own seat.
"It starts out that I'm in this place. A cave. But with carvings. Statues."
"Could it be a tomb?" Westenra asked.
"I...I dunno...maybe? I don't know much about that stuff. Anyway...I'm bound to something. An altar, or some such. And these...these shadows are all around me...and there is this chunk of crystal...I saw it somewhere before..."
"Crystal?" Westenra asked, the shadows created by the fireplace hiding her features except the purple glint at the center of her eyes.
"A block of crystal. With strange symbols." Roland elaborated. "Anyway...I'm at the center of this altar, and the shadows around me, they hide...things...terrible things I don't know how to describe...and...they...they..."
"It's alright, Mr. Kyn. Take your time."
Roland took a moment to compose himself.
"I see...mouths...mouths filled with teeth. Sharp, pointy teeth. They...they devour me. From the toes up. And I don't die, even when the teeth start to eat my neck and all that's left is my head...and I don't die even when they start to eat the head. And I feel all of it..."
Westenra winced in sympathy.
"I can tell you are experiencing a lot of turmoil, Mr. Kyn. About the crystal...you mentioned seeing it before. Where?"
"I...I saw it at party I went to about a month, two months back. Its been in my dreams ever since."
"Did you touch it?"
"Yeah. It was an auction. Pyramid shaped. Red. Got drunk that night."
"Mr. Kyn, I don't think you are crazy." Westenra assured. "I think you were exposed to a Sith Holocron."
"What's that?"
"A database of evil. Created by evil hands that practice unholy sorcery. My mother knows of such things. If you handled it, it means you may have accidentally established some link mentally to it. Can you draw the symbols for me?"
Roland went to a nearby cabinet, retrieving a set of papers. He handed them to the unnaturally still beautiful woman, who, in a precise, mechanical manner, took them from his hands.
Westenra examined them, pink eyes narrowing at the wicked, unholy looking iconography.
"What's the treatment?" He asked.
"For now...this link is still relatively weak, and it indicates very minor Force Sensitivity on your part. For, now I will prescribe acquisition of an animal known as a Ysalamir. They emit a very strong field that cancels out the Force in its immediate radius, and while it might make you nauseated slightly, it will also prevent any telepathic link from functioning. You will have to keep it with you when you go to sleep until this link with the holocron can be broken. Do you know who bought it?"
"Sorry. Was sloshed, like I said."
"A pity..."
"There might be someone though."
Westenra perked up. "Who?"
"Pointy eared, logical lookin' fella by the name of
Jacen Nimdok
. Locals were giving him chit like they do with everybody, but he's toughed it out. I heard he was some sort of archeologist. Truth is, I was actually considering half approaching him with this before deciding to contact the Li-Ves Clan. But he's smart, from what the crap rumor mill around here says. Brainy.
"And we are glad you did..." Westenra said, rising up. "I will go and seek him out. May I show him these drawings?" She asked.
Roland nodded. "Will I have to pay for the animal."
"I'll cover it, don't worry. I'll have it delivered here in a day or so..." she spoke truthfully. Until then, I recommend meditation and clearing your mind before you go to bed. Hopefully that will lessen the effects. Now...this "Nimdok"...where might I find him?"
"Rented a place out not far from here. You might have passed by his place and not known it." Roland answered, betraying his anxious state of mind.
"Thank you. I will check on you in three days. Right now I should go and see about this 'Nimdok'." Westenra said.
She rose just as unnaturally precise as she had sat down. Despite her beauty, Roland felt himself getting increasingly unsettled by her, and was all too happy when she went to leave his house after he gave her Nimdok's address.
Fifteen minutes later...
Westenra slinked through the night after leaving Roland's home, walking with that feminine grace to the Inn where Nimdok had been staying. She took non regular routes through alley ways to reach it, and, after initial suspicion from the innkeeper, Westenra overcame it by restarting pheremone production. Pheremones capable of influencing even Force Adepts. He'd never had a chance to resist. Even pointing her to his possible location as he was not only greedy but nosy. She had thanked him, then paralyzed and painlessly fed on his psychic energy to remove the memory of the encounter before making her way to the theater.
She saw
Zara Tate making her way through the river district. Westenra thought her beautiful and half considered making her meal number three but Nimdok was the more pressing concern tonight. She even ignored the plight
AMCO
was in. Her enhanced hearing picked up his taunts and that only reinforced her opinion he had it covered. Her patient took ultimate priority, as she had promised aid.
Draconis Caesar she didn't dare get near, as the stench of wherever he had been she could almost taste from afar. She wouldn't feed on him if you paid her to.
The Biot reached the luxurious theater, the man at check in scowling at the foreigner at first until a lascivious smile and her pheremones made her allow her in free of charge.
Slinking into the theater proper, turning heads as she passed, she smiled as she spotted Nimdok and made her way to him, shutting down her pheremones to keep him rational, not wanting to coerce it out of him unless given no choice.
She hoped he would understand the...logic...in cooperating.
"Mr. Nimdok, is it?" My name is Lorna. I am sorry to disturb you so abruptly but I am here because I need your expertise."
She kept her distance, hoping the fact she was naturally easy on the eyes (Especially in a semi-transparent skintight dress) might do the hard work of loosening his tongue as she paced about a little, hands folded behind her back.
"I am a psychologist, treating a patient I believe has come into contact with a Sith Holocron at some sort of auction. They have been drawing these symbols..." she stated, showing him the papers. "I was wondering if these are the sort of things you would find on a Holocron. To be blunt, I seek to destroy the device...my client suffers severe nightmares that I fear may become lethal if whatever link it formed is not broken."