There came her beg; the desperation in her voice that signalled Krius as the one whom she needed more than anyone else right now. Gently rubbing his thumb along the skin of her neck, he nodded gently.
"I’ll do my best. Come."
Letting his hand drop, he guided her to the chair behind her desk, the outside world casting a dreamy glow into the room itself as the Twi’lek sat. Krius stood behind Chiasa and placed his hands on her shoulders, getting a feel for her aura and her mental wall.
"Relax, and don’t fight. If you fight me, this could leave you mentally lobotomized and I’ll just have to take over your little flock of ravens, ok? I’m sure you don’t want that."
He exhaled silently. Placing a hand on the nape of her back and another on her brow, around her lekku, Krius started to radiate nothing but calm, and serenity, and peace through the Force to reach her aura.
"I don’t think this will hurt at all, and so if you feel the urge to sleep, just go with it. I’ll be here when you come around."
And then with that he closed his eyes and pushed into her mind like a warm knife through hot butter. There was resistance, but it soon stemmed, as he continued to rub her neck gently with his thumb. The walls came down, and Krius moved in. Pulling on the Force around them, and channelling it with both their strong connections, he saw events in his mind taken from the memory of Chiasa, and he didn’t even feel the subconscious smile on his lips.
He felt power, and strength, and was tempted to rip through her mind and leave her in a vegetative state just because he could. He had done it before, and it was exhilarating. But, why spoil a perfect opportunity such as this.
Hand pushing a little harder on her brow, his head lowered as he saw memories. Betrayals, deaths, sadness, joy. The murky world of a criminal empire twined with the dark presence of the Sith and Jedi constantly sticking their noses in.
And he found the memories soon after the darkness – light. A child; it brought her peace and hope, and finding that amongst the throbbing wave of corruption and deception Chiasa felt she had to live for was easy. For a Sith, it would be a walk in the park to find the one bright light in her head. Krius brought forth all the Force manipulation he could and slowly, but surely, started to pick apart the memory and spliced it with other subconscious images – travels, other faces, parties, murders – all little fabrications that would amass to cover and erase the memories that were brightest.
Krius exhaled again and opened his eyes, looking through the flesh and bone of Chiasa into her soul and pulled the memory of her child apart, bringing the Force together in her head that would effectively cause it to become nothing but a black hole in her head that would leave her confused, uncertain of something…so sure of something, but would never remember what.
To her the child wasn’t even a thing anymore.
Krius pulled away his hand from her brow, the sweat evident on his palm. Chiasa was slumped forward, and he stepped back and flexed his fingers, and rubbed the back of his head a little. Best to make sure she wasn’t dead, because she needed to hear now what he knew.
"Chiasa…Chiasa...?"
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