Private Duel aboard The Ashla's Platter

[Moya Virtu]

Note: This takes place some time before the events of "Metal Fist, Psychic Fangs" and after your character got a new cyber arm, Jax Thio


Wearing: Capacitor Garb

Armed with: Decoy's Blade (Black Core, Green Aura Lightsaber)

Kuraokami's Tongue (Rodian Cryo Whip)

Current Configuration: Heavy Combat Form (See Bio)

007 hours earlier

Moya had been caring for Laertia ever since Ziost, when she had returned greatly altered. When she saw how altered and highly psychologically disturbed, Moya had not left her, keeping her calm with sedatives and her own military grade hyperpheremones ever since, fearing Laertia was about to have a breakdown and might need to be subdued if she was too unstable. Laertia had understood.

The bronze skinned biot's hand gently glided over a sleeping Laertia's hair, who was curled up on the couch next to her, one of her rabbits snuggled against the traumatized Black Knight.

Moya had listened to her tearful confession about the Jedi she had killed. In spite of the confession, it did not break Moya's programming to remain Loyal to Laertia to her relief (Because her creator, Darth Themis , had different ideas of what constitutes "Unforgivable" and Moya's programming had wide interpretational range to begin with).

For a time, as The Android took care her pale, adoptive Daughter, it had almost been like the early days, when it had just been them living on the edges of civilized society, enjoying a quiet Domestic Tranquility or as close as either of them could get. For a time aboard The Platter as a guest of her creator, they had simply been Mother and Daughter again, shutting out the evil and insanity of The Galaxy around them.

Nonetheless, Moya had learned disturbing truths. Like how her creator was a Light Side Sith.

This wasn't a Joke. At all.

Many people who call themselves Light Side Sith, it was generally recognized, were Pretenders. People who were Jedi in all but Code interpretations and Name.

Themis was the real deal.

Running into a bonafide Light Side Sith is like finding a Unicorn. Or doing something incredibly badass and hardcore for the first time.

Genuine Light Side Sith are not jokes. Not jokes at all.

Especially the type of Light Side Sith Themis was.

(Cutaway of Darth Themis forcibly mutating a Sith into a Lightside Spawn while Bad Romance plays OOC)

(Cutaway of Darth Themis summoning Green Lightning Bolts on dozens of Sith on Korriban)

Moya did as she was prone to do in her off time, reading poetry books, committing it all to memory, when the terminal in her Obsidian, gothic styled guest chambers beeped softly.

Moya went over to it and hit the receive button and the face of her creator, a woman with a younger version of her own standard guise. Her eyes were the same mutated bronze and green as Laertia's organic eye.

"Creation, your presence is requested in the Hangar...in your most proficient combat setting please..."

Moya couldn't disobey her creator. Even if that Raptor Stare creeped her the hell out.

The Biot nodded. "I'll be down at once..." she assured Themis.

She felt guilty, not quite trusting her own creator. But she was inwardly wondering about Laertia now. Laertia had hid it as long as she could but Ziost let it all come tumbling out. Her encounter with Themis after Moya's disappearance and recovery, getting involved with her cult...it had all come out.

No wonder Laertia was on edge. It explained so much. It made Moya wonder if Laertia had planned on defecting even if this whole division hadn't come up.

Regardless, Moya had orders.

Moya bent a knee, and triggered the transformation process, losing her curvy figure and becoming a featureless gray humanoid in a black dress, green electricity arcing off and through it, until its programming and appearance was reconfigured into a pale skinned but muscular woman with light red hair and green eyes, and immediately slipped on the skintight purple armor with black gloves and boots that Laertia had made for her, and made her way to the hangar, passing by the occasional masked apprentice. They never identified themselves willingly. Many of them felt like lapsed Jedi, failed Padawans, and the like. All with Light Side signatures.

Moya oddly experienced a curious authority she wasn't used to as she walked these halls. It had been a few days before Moya realized she must be considered as having a place in the command structure given the access she had, and the fact everyone obeyed her order without question.

Usually, the public was scared of her. It was no secret to legal authorities she was a lethal military grade Android and she faced no end of hassle, suspicion, and fear because of it. Extra scanns at security checkpoints, being refused entry or service in numerous places, authorities keeping an eye out for her. Open hostility from organics.

But not here. Here, she had a strange place...

Moya wasn't sure how she felt about that as she entered the Hangar deck, ornate and gothic in tone. Themis awaited with a crew of Black Armored Fett-Series Clone Troopers. Moya wondered what company had made them. There were Fett Clones and then there were Fett Clones. Jango had proven more trouble in death than he ever had in life. A whole Millennium and many still stared into his face as they died.

"What's the mission, Creator?" Moya asked the Black Robed Themis, clutching her Obsidian Lightsaber Spear like it was a talisman.

"A temple we were excavating on Odessan has been stumbled upon by an interloper...all the ones I have sent after him so far have ended up badly injured. I would go after him myself, but my attention is required in the Labs today. We have the sites exit routes blocked, and we are jamming all communications, but he WILL find a way past that, and relatively soon, unless we bring in a specialist to catch him."

"Catch or Kill?" Moya asked, requiring more elaboration.

"Capture...he has something we want. An encrypted document I've spent months tracking down. We have the advantage of confusion...its unlikely he knows what sort of Light Adepts he is actually dealing with...We must have that book he has. Whatever it takes..." Themis spoke. "These soldiers will ferry you to your mission...enter the temple and non-lethally subdue him by any means."

"Sith or Jedi?"

"Jedi." Themis answered. "Don't know how he had stumbled on the place. We'd been careful."

"Didn't your visions spot him?"

"No. That's what freaks me out..." Themis answered. "Good luck, Creation...May the Light Serve You..."

Moya nodded back, recalling being shot in the chest and head by Themis within minutes of her initial activation hundreds of years ago and boarded the shuttle to Odessan with the troops...

14 minutes later...


The Shuttle set down on the grasslands of Odessan, near a thick forest where the excavation was underway.

Moya stepped out, having heen briefed more during the trip.

The Temple was a step Pyramid, mostly hidden in the deeper woods, but it glittered with multihued kyber crystals...and it was surrounded by dozens upon dozens of Light Side Sith, each carrying Lightsaber Spears of their own as Moya walked up to them with her Clone Trooper Entourage.

Moya went to the Tengu-Masked Knight in robes colored the same dark green as his mask.

"Welcome Lady Virtu...you honor us with your presence."

"You can dispense with the pleasantries. I'm here to put you back on schedule..." Moya answered, this form not as good at social skills as her other forms were. "Is he still in there?"

"Yeah."

"Wait here..." she said, striding up the steps...

"Don't you need back up? He was kicking our ass pretty good. Watch it. No making mistakes with that one, no way..." he said.

"Trust me, you'd only be in the way..." she assured him, walking up the steps to the entrance, activating her black Lightsaber with a green aura...


OOC: this is the framing part to show how Jax is captured. We can either act out the capture if you want, or immediately cut to Jax waking up aboard the Platter. Your call...

 

[Jax Thio]

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Location: The Platter
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber
Tag: Moya Virtu

"Where am I?"

One moment Jax just received a Hololetter from his old friend: Jend-Ro Quill he said he was going to teach a handful of students new abilities to help them focus. Given that Jax just left Jairdain and was heading to fight in the second battle of Ziost he'll need it in the aftermath. However the freighter that he was on had been under attack. Jax was going to help out but was knocked out, he found himself being dragged on to the floor by unknown hostiles as he opened his eyes, Jax looked around. "What the frack?!" he said. "Who are you?! Where are you taking me?!"

"Eyes front Jedi!" One of the soldiers whacked Jax across the head with the butt of his weapon. He could feel blood trickling down his skull as he was continued being dragged.

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[Laertia Io]

Jax Thio was tossed into a cell in the brig. Like everywhere else on The Ashla's Platter, there was a serpent motif worked into the walls and architecture. An unnaturally twisted Light Side presence saturated the feel of the ship. It wasn't the Dark Side. But it would still feel completely unnatural to Jax Thio .

The black armored Clone Troopers stood at attention to Laertia Io along with Moya Virtu , still in her red headed heavy combat form, covered in her purple catsuit the same way. He was in a sound proof cell, so he couldn't hear what they were saying, facing away as they talked in case he could read lips. Two BX Commando Droids aimed stun rifles at him.

"Was he difficult?" Laertia asked, sitting in the shadowy corner outside his cell.

"He taxed my protocols greatly..." Moya said. "But he fell after I got creative. Nearly beheaded me though. Watch it with this one. They weren't kidding."

"Feth, this is bad..." Laertia growled. "How much do you think he saw of the operation?"

"He caught good chunks of it, I suspect..." Moya said staring at him, handing Laertia the encrypted book he had taken from the Dig site on Odessan.

"What do we do with him?" The Trooper closest to Laertia asked.

"He obviously cannot be allowed to tell the Order what was going on there. But first, I want to know what he was doing there to begin with."

"Laertia, you really should be resting..."

"I'm not so bedridden I can't ask a few questions..." Laertia asked standing up from her seat in her spiky black biker leathers. She pulled a seat up to the Force Field holding Jax in. He had been stripped of all weaponry and equipment.

"Tough day at the office?" Laertia asked Jax, telekinetically hitting the com switch to talk to him. "Jax Thio, right? Tell me Jax...you look like you've had a busy day...You probably know who I am so I'll cut right to the chase: What were you doing sneaking around that dig site? How'd you even find it? No one knew where it was. My associates took stringent care to make sure...yet here you are, having been discovered. We don't want to hold you forever. Just until you give us answers and we wipe your memory of the past day or so and you can go on your merry way. Sound good?"

 

[Jax Thio]

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Location: The Ashla's Platter​

Equipment: Jedi Robes​

Tag: Laertia Io​

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The next thing Jax knew he was in a force containment field, his body rigid and stiff as found himself floating in front of two women one wearing a skintight catsuit and the other wearing a red heavy armor combat suit. Flanking them were two BX commando droids aiming their modified E-5 blaster rifles to Jax's head. "Boy I probably drank one too much," Jax muttered remembering he and BB-12 having a little drinking contest before this whole ordeal started. Speaking of BB-12? Where the hell was he? Hopefully not dismantled by whoever these people were. The two ladies barraged Jax with questions he didn't even understand. The Jedi frowned as he mulled over what they were saying: Sneaking around the dig site? He was on his way to Ziost! What dig site?​

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"I must say," Jax responded telepathically. " I don't know what the frack you are talking about. I'm a Jedi Knight of the Galactic Alliance, I'm on an important mission right now and the higher ups are gonna a little pissed If I don't make it there on time. So please with fracking sugar on top unbind me and we won't have a problem."​

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Well that was a way to introduce himself the Jedi breathed. "I don't know who you are but you really are making a huge mistake. Who are you people and why are you holding me hostage?"​

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[Laertia Io]

"Holy Feth, Moya, how hard did you hit this guy?" Laertia questioned at the incomprehension of Jax Thio

"Not that hard. It was a little tap, honest." Moya said.

"Well, your idea of a little tap and his idea of a little tap might be two different things. Show me."

Moya, still in her pale, red headed form went over to the wall and thudded it. There was a slight dent in the metal.

"That is not a little tap." Laertia said in exasperation. "Probably gave this guy a concussion."

"Well knocking people out isn't really my style, Laertia." Moya replied. "Generally, if it reaches hand to hand, I'm past knocking them out."

"Great. Just great..." Laertia muttered.

"We are holding you hostage because you stumbled onto something you shouldn't have at Odessan. No idea why you were not at Ziost. Maybe you made a detour. Thing is, you shouldn't have been able to stumble on it, and I can't release you until I figure out how you did and when. You don't remember kicking a massive load of ass? Don't remember getting your ass kicked in turn by Moya?"

At his assertion they were making a huge mistake, Laertia only snorted.

"You ain't the first huge mistake, trust me." Laertia replied. "Tell you what. You hungry? I can get you some food. Because you really aren't going anywhere until I get my answers."

Laertia then noticed his cybernetic arm.

"Sweet arm. Musta taken awhile to design..." Laertia remarked.

Moya handed Laertia Jax's Lightsaber, confiscated by her during his capture.

"Fine construction. Good balance. It remains mine for the moment. Until you remember...or decide to remember...why you were captured."

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: The Ashla's Platter
Equipment: Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber
Tag: Laertia Io

Jax had to admit the woman wearing the spandex looked alluring and at one time he would've flirted with her. Obviously it's not going to happen now because: She kidnapped him and is holding him against his will and Jax is in love with Jairdain and doesn't see himself with anyone else but her. The women took his Lightsaber but they weren't very thorough as he could sense his the promise ring he was going to give to Jair in his pocket. Jax didn't get a chance to give the ring to Jair after their night of passion because he had to leave immediately but when he came back he would. "It would be nice," Jax said still trying to break out of the stasis field. "If you lovely ladies could tell me your names."

They won't be stupid enough to tell him that though it's not like he's in a position of power right now. There was only one person who could help him right now and Jax doesn't know where the hell is he right now. "BB-12," he thought. "If you're out there I could use some help."

"My memory is still as fresh even before you knocked me out," Jax announced to the women. "And I still have no idea what you are saying. I have no recollection of whatever is you are seeking. Soooo come on why don't you just let me go and we can all have a good laugh perhaps we can go our merry way? I have never been in Odessa."

He then turned to the woman in spandex. "Your name is Moya?" he said smiling. "You look very alluring in that outfit, I'm pretty sure a woman like you already has a husband or a boyfriend. You know how to dress and I'm not the one to forget someone who dresses in a unique manner. I have no clue who are prior to my capture."

The Jedi shrugged. "You like it?" he said in regards to his arm and Lightsaber. "It's real nice take a closer look at it."

 

[Laertia Io]

Laertia looked bemused as Jax Thio suggested she take a much closer look at it.

"That sounds a lot like bait..." Moya remarked, trying not to blush at his forwardness. Thank the Force he didn't remember her from Samovar. Would have made things Verrrrry awkward for both of them.

"Yes, it does." Laertia remarked dryly. "So what kinda bells and whistles you put in your sword, Jax? Lets see..."

Laertia grimaced as its one hundred and twenty volt trap went off. She grimaced, feeling the painful sensation in her organic hand, even as her Armor absorbed the electricity for the most part."

"Told you." Moya called out from behind.

Laertia sniffed the air as she pried her fingers from the hilt with the cybernetic arm.

"Judging by the way that cleared my sinuses, I'd wager that was at least a hundred and twenty volts. Good trick. But you'll need a lot more than a hundred and twenty volts if you want to bring me down." Laertia said with a grimace. "Take my advice. Up the voltage. Someone whose used to pain will just power through it."

She placed the saber back on a stand, then ordered it carted out of the cell.

"My name, to reiterate, is Io. Laertia Io."

(Clip of Bond Theme Plays.)

"You're my guest..."

(Cutaway of Kylo Ren slicing apart the prisoner room Rey escaped from.)

"I wanted to do this easily, I suppose enchanted truth serum is necessary..."

"Laertia..." Moya interrupted. "If I may...perhaps we need not go quite that far..."

"What do you suggest?" Laertia asked calmly.

"Give me a few minutes. Lets leave and then 'I' will talk to him..."

"As you wish..." Laertia said, both of them leaving, but not before Laertia ordered the BX droids to never take their photoreceptors off of him...

Meanwhile, no one knew his BB unit was loose aboard the Praxeum...

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Ashla's Platter
Equipment: Jedi Robes Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber
Tag: Laertia Io

"I mean with a woman who knows how to dress," Jax said looking over the woman's tight spandex. "You are the epitome of attraction." He could tell that the woman was trying not to be embarrassed by his flirting and in a way it felt a little awkward to go back to that persona but if he was about to be tortured might as well have some fun. The Jedi closed his eyes while his Lightsaber electrocuted the other woman, it was a safety he added since Pom Stych Tivé stole his first Lightsaber. If a person other than Jax or a person he trusted touched the Lightsaber than an electric stone imbued with force lightning would activate shocking the intruder.

In a way, Jax was pretty giddy that an enemy took his Lightsaber he hadn't got an opportunity to test function when he first constructed his blade. Of course when he opened his eyes, his face was a washed with disappointment as aside from a grimace from the woman she was mostly unaffected. "Thanks for the advice," Jax growled rolling his eyes. "Too bad I might not live long to apply it."

The woman introduced herself as Laertia Io and began to make elaborate flourishes while saying that he was her guest. "Interesting introduction," Jax growled. "But you're not going to get much from a man who doesn't know what the hell you two are talking about."

Laerita suggested that he would subjected to truth serum which was fine by Jax since he was trained to endure it. However the masked woman told her it wasn't necessary suggesting that she handle the interrogation. Jax frowned, why would she do this? Given the looks that she was giving Jax she seemed rather uncomfortable. "Has a great sense of fashion and smart," Jax said rolling his eyes a bit. "I think I'm in love."

The Jedi looked up for a brief moment seeing a red light flashing at him through one of the vents. He recognized that beeping pattern..... Morse code. "BB-12," Jax thought his heart swelling with relief. If there was one thing that BB-12 would never do was abandon Jax, who else was going to pay the Holotv bill after all? Still the message that BB-12 sent was that he hacked into the ships battlenet and was able to take control of some destroyer droids. BB-12 was saying to give him a few minutes and try not to die, Jax gave a small nod while BB-12 rolled away before turning his attention to the woman in the skintight suit who was about to leave.

"You look beautiful in that outfit," he smirked.

 

[Arianna Belasko]

Wearing: Atargatis Skin (Custom)

Armed With: Chimera (Yellow bladed single Lightsaber)

Planet: Mon Calamar

Current Persona: Vivian

Objective: Acquire Spells, subvert Sith Witch

The Mon Calamari didn't often come to this spire of isolated rock. But they had flat out avoided it, ever since evidence of a Sith inhabiting the small spire, barely a very small island, had turned up. Something had been corrupting the waters, driving the sea life around it mad. She had volunteered as Vivian to go investigate as she specialized in eliminating Dark Adepts.

Terrible storms surrounded the spire, maling trying to land by air extremely dangerous, leaving Vivian no choice but to go by sea, through an underwater tunnel said to lay at the heart of the spire itself.

She had waded into the ocean in her custom, alchemized diving skin, which clung to her figure like actual skin. She had it specially designed to be more like a traditional diving suit in that it had a two legged design, so she could fight on land or in water equally well. Its mermaid like features, such as scaled, slick gray skin and fins had been deliberately designed to stretch around the head extensively, while still remaining skintight.

She dived from the shuttle into the ocean, her hydrokinesis propelling her through the water at high speed. She didn't have quite the power over it that Arianna did but she was still a bullet through roiling waves, breathing casually as she weaved through black waters, past the shadows of large, vicious sea creatures attempting to ensnare her as she swam at extreme speed, the water flowing around her until she reached the underwater passage, swimming past various underwater plants of great luminescence and beauty before surfacing in a stone chamber.

She realized she had not been the first to reach this place, as the chamber had a fresh set of corpses. Mon-Calamar Spec Ops and one dead Mon Calamar Jedi, head smashed in.

The Witch rose, flesh rippling as it sensed the Dark Side in the air, making the diving skin she wore ripple also.

She might as well scavenge.

You've come to die, invader.

The sinister feminine rasp that filled her head made her scowl as she searched the bodies...

(Zelda Acquisition Theme Plays)

(Vivian as acquired a new weapon and equipment!)

Weapon: DOUBLE BARRELED BLASTER CARBINE

Spoiler

Double barreled carbine that can be held like a pistol, firing two heavy blaster shots to devastating effect

Item: TACTICAL TRACTOR BEAM PROJECTOR

Spoiler

Wrist mounted micro tractor beam, capable of picking up medium to large objects in an electromagnetic vice and moving them. This one has been modified to propel forward objects in its grip at high speed. Recharging battery, but requires sixty seconds between each use. Upgradeable.

Vivian straped the silvery, wrist mounted device to slick alchemized diving skin and then ventured deeper into the rocky spire, converted to some makeshift temple.

Vivian spotted her amidst a mass of candles, in a silver gown. Tall with fine features and dark hair. She was meditating, the dark coursing through her body. Great and terrible power is what Vivian sensed.

"I suppose you have a reason for driving the sea life in this area crazy..." Vivian remarked.

The woman opened her eyes.

"There is great chaos in a thing like an ocean already. I am simply bringing it to its logical conclusion. This world is too saturated with peace anyway. Disgusting to any true Sith."

"Brotherhood of The Maw?" Vivian asked.

The Woman smiled. "Sith Eternal. I am Darth Ryluss."

"You were Darth Ryluss." Vivian corrected, pointing the carbine at her.

Darth Ryluss tilted her head in curiosity. What did the Interloper mean by that?

It didn't matter, ultimately...but that aura felt strange.

Ryluss snarled and hurled a condensed ball of telekinetic energy at her, and Vivian barely dodged it, firing her carbine at her as the kinetite ball blasted off part of the environment, sending large debris nearby.

The curved hilt of Darth Ryluss activated, a red blade sending the shots away as Vivian continued firing in the hollowed out cavern.

Ryluss tried to invade her mind, fill it with horrors and death, but the Force Spawn's natural resistance to the Dark Side made the strain too much, and Ryluss resorted to hurling another destructive kinetite ball at Vivian, managing to slam it into her, and send her crashing into a wall with a metallic screech. But her natural resistance to the Dark had allowed her to take a hefty chunk of its most damaging effects. Ryluss was on her, and Vivian was forced to drop the pistol and draw her Lightsaber as the slashes came, quick and vicious. As dueling was neither her nor Arianna's strong suit, and Ryluss's form was Makashi, especially well suited to dueling, Vivian was forced to rapidly back pedal, her own style having no real defense except offense as Ryluss slashed with a savage yet focused strategy of attempting to disarm her.

Vivian pulled up a bunch of loose debris with her mind, sending it out as bursts of shrapnel at Darth Ryluss, who snarled as some of it grazed her. But she was lithe, and quick, and dodged most of it.

Vivian used The Force Whirlwind technique and it seemed to momentarily pause her, but she was so spirituallly powerful she fought its effects off in less than a secomd, hurling another ball of Kinetite that slammed into her, only her Resistance to The Dark Side letting her survive it as her flesh rippled under the mermaid suit.

Vivian focused and the Light coalesced into spikes in her hand, which she hurled at Ryluss, 007 of them all at once.

Ryluss managed to deflect two of the daggers, but one impacted in her shoulder and burst. Her shoulder was set ablaze.

Ryluss whispered a curse and Vivian's head flashed with pain as Ryluss tried to turn her own mental energy against, her, literally trying to will her into self destructing with The Force.

Vivian fought off the Magic, whispering a counterspell and focusing The Light within her to great effect, forcing the curse out of her body, summoning more daggers of light and throwing them at Ryluss. Ryluss deflected them all, only to have a large chunk from part of the damaged cavern smash into her.

Ryluss leapt up, limb twisted, jaw shattered. The beast hissed a curse and some of the shattered rubble pulled together in a humanoid form and charged at her.

Vivian dodged the deadly slamming attack, throwing more daggers of Light Side energy at Ryluss and the Rock Monster, tractor beaming a broken stalagmite and tossing it at Ryluss, allowing Vivian to grab the fallen carbine and start firing at the ceiling above, the long, sharp protrusions falling, forcing Ryluss to hold them up to keep from being impaled, weakening her control of the Rock Monster.

That was when the broken piece of rock hit her.

The Rock Monster that had been bearing down on her collapsed and Ryluss rose, body bent and twisted at odd angles, keeping herself alive only with the Dark Side as Vivian approached.

Ryluss sprinted toward her trying to tear out her life force, but the very presence of a spike of pure Light Side disrupted her focus as it pierced her flesh causing her to drop in pain just as she was about to strike.

Vivian walked up to the collapsed Ryluss, struggling to rise, and grabbed the fallen Sith by her throat.

"Like I said..." Vivian remarked, flesh on her mermaid face bubbling. "You were Darth Ryluss.

The achemized shard alien controlling Vivian's body, containing her soul, burst out of her head and into the skull of Ryluss.

Rylus shrieked, her flesh shuddering as Vivian's old body broke down in the alchemized diving skin, glowing green sludge flowing out of the eyes and lips.

The Darth struggled but this magical creature, once it was in contact with her nueral tissue, she stood no chance.

Darth Ryluss was torn to spiritual shreds, her body bubbling and melting as the alien converted her to a Force Spawn, keeping only an imprint of her to serve as a new mask. The rest of her was sent screaming into chaos.

Her flesh resettled on her skeleton, back into Ryluss's elegant features...

(Plasmid Acquisition Theme Plays)

(Vivian has acquired a New Force Power!)

Power: DARTH RYLUSS (See Bio)

Spoiler

Channel the Persona of a deadly, mind affecting Sith, with Fake Dark Side Powers replacing real ones. Drawbacks include and increased vulnerability to magic and Light Side attacks, due to believing she is a Sith.

"Darth Ryluss" smirked in triumph at the destroyed Light Sider.

But she had grown bored, for whatever reason, with corrupting the oceans...

"Ryluss" still believing she had been victorious decided she had had enough sea food for one month and knealt, meditating, thinking she was simply canceling the effects of her Ritual, when in reality the Light Adept hiding in what had once been her flesh was not only undoing the ritual, but healing its after effects on the ocean.

Ryluss stood afterward, "remembering" she had to contact Darth Themis, who she had always been secretly aligned to despite the fact the real Darth Ryluss would have despised Themis for her heresy.

Ryluss began to explore her abode, looking for the encrypted terminal to contact Themis.

She soon found her frequency and Darth Themis was soon being beamed as an image in the holoprojector before the False Sith.

"Lady Themis. Its your old pal Darth Ryluss letting you know its another one for the Roster..." Ryluss said compulsively, not sure why she felt so pleasant and affable, the Light Sider hiding within having just said the code phrase to let Themis know she had killed and absorbed another Sith.

"I see...Ryluss..." Themis repeated. "Get to the Ashla's Platter, then, a situation as just come up.

"As you wish..." Ryluss said affably. "Be sure to let Laertia know, would you?"

Ryluss then cut communications after Themis nodded and made her way to her G-Wing shuttle, retrieving the Atargatis skin. It would need a SEVERE amount of cleaning from the broken down body inside...

Meanwhile...

Moya processed the attempts of Jax Thio to remark on her beauty as a way to get to her lower her guard around him, and made sure there were warning markers in her database.

Thing is...it was rather complicated between them.

Moya as she walked the halls of the Platter with Laertia was trying to figure out how to keep it all under wraps...

"You've met..." Laertia noted.

"We...we had a thing..." Moya confessed, unable to lie to her daughter.

"Ohhhhh...this would date back to at least Samovar then?"

"Yeah..." Moya confirmed. "He's cute...and smart. Don't underestimate him."

"I never underestimate anyone you take value in."

"Promise me you won't kill him. I can't stop you from hurting him really, really bad--"

(Cutaway of Leto Joker holding up The Defib Pads.)

"--but at least don't kill him."

"Moya..." Laertia said, placing a hand on her mother's shoulder.

"For you? I'll use only the bare minimum of Force. Promise."

Moya hugged her.

"Thank you."

Moya then seperated from Laertia, heading to her quarters, and triggered the transformation process, loosing her pale, red headed guise, flesh bubbling and warping for five minutes back to her typical form, the one encountered by Jax on Samovar.

Slipping out of the suit, she immediately put on her black gown and then proceeded to head back into the chamber where Jax was.

"Jax?" Moya called out. "Jax its me...Moya...I just want to talk.

Military grade pheremones, capable of affecting even Jedi, flooded the air, from her body...

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Ashla's Platter
Equipment: Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber
Tag: Moya Virtu

There was something about this woman that indeed looked familiar, the purple skintight suit bought a flood flickering memories inside Jax's head. The same woman in that catsuit whispering seductively in his ear kissing him all over. What was the planet again? A quick listen to Larieta and Moya's conversation indicated that he and Moya met at the planet Samovar. "First Order territory?" Jax frowned but he remembered the planet being a decent place to go before the First Order came down and took over the planet. The Jedi's heart began to flutter..... he did recognize Moya, when they first met all those years ago when she was chasing a thief. Jax quickly found out that she was a cyborg but it still didn't stop his attraction for her and vice versa.

"Well at least she still finds me cute," The Jedi thought trying to amuse himself in this predicament he was in. BB-12 better hurry his ass up, he could sense Larieta's strength in the force. Her definition of "bare minimum" could mean that she could just reduce him to a bloody paste. Jax had trained to endure torture and being interrogated wasn't anything new, still what tactics could Larieta do to him he wondered.

Moya slipped back to her black dress and said she wanted to talk. "Really?" Jax smirked. "I remember you now Moya, we've met all those years ago and we had a..... passionate relationship. I definitely prefer if you slipped back in that suit one more time for old times sake."

 

[Moya Virtu]

"We'll talk about that later. Right now, Jax, you need to tell me what you remember about Odessan." Moya said to Jax Thio , more military grade pheromones releasing from her skin invisibly.

"Jax you walked in on something you really shouldn't have over there. I want to help you get out of that cell but know this: Laertia and...and these others...they will not tolerate their operation being disrupted. And since my daughter is locked in a life or death feud with the Jedi Order over who's the biggest jerk in the Galaxy that they should kill first...and since Laertia thinks the Bryn'adul are the bigger threat...she refuses to go along with the Order's desire to focus on the Sith. It has erupted in deadly violence."

Moya glowered.

"I'm not going to sugarcoat it: you are in immense danger." Moya spoke quietly but clearly. "Laertia is going to return with a serum that's been enchanted to try and compel the truth out of you. Like an itch that just gets worse and worse until you scratch."

She stared at Jax. Had it really been so long ago that she had experienced her first relationship?

"If you remember and tell Laertia what she wants to know, there is a good chance you will walk out of here unharmed. Try to escape--"

The Force field holding Jax suddenly cut, and Moya backed away in shock. Jax was free! The droid had cut the power to his cell!

Moya flooded the air with her pheromones in an attempt to lull him into submission...

"Don't run Jax. Make it easy for both of us..." She cooed seductively, turning on the charm, powerful chemicals capable of compelling even a strong willed Adept to cooperate saturating the air at this point. There was no smell, nothing that gave it away. That's what made it so dangerous...

Meanwhile...

Laertia worked busily in Themis's quarters, prepping the concoction. Themis's tutelage and practice had enabled her to craft a good reproduction of her Master's work...

Soon it would be ready...and Jax would tell all whether he wanted to or not.

And if that didn't work...perhaps a mild throttling. She promised Moya minimal force, after all...


OOC: Feel free to escape now! The Ashla's Platter is now open to you! Keep in mind that there are serpent motifs to it's interior design...

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Ashla's Platter
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber
Tag: Moya Virtu

Jax could feel the himself being attracted to Moya memories flooding his mind of the passionate nights they've had together all those years back. Moya looked even more beautiful then Jax remembered her tone of voice becoming sultry and each step she took no matter how simple sent Jax's heart pounding into overdrive. "If I remember Larieta correctly," Jax mumbled sweat forming on his brow, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Moya the woman that he once loved. The Jedi's eyes went wide with endearment, a strong feeling of intimacy was coursing throughout his body. This was the same feelings Jax had when he met Moya. "She murdered many Jedi and is trying to start a one woman war against the SJC."

Using the Force, Jax attempted to clear his mind of the euphoria he was experiencing. " I told you Moya," he said staring at his former lover with a stoic look but she can easily see that his face was full of sweat and his lips quivering. He was seduced by Moya but he fought it off thinking of his current lover Jairdain . Jax remembered Jair's touch and soothing voice how she would call him her: Love and how she would always be there whenever he came home. "I was never at Odessan."

Thorough Jax's love for Jair along with the power of the force, Jax fought off the Moya's pheromones. "I know that you're unleashing pheromones onto me," he said struggling to breathe. "Even more than usual, I remember why we broke Moya. It was those pheromones that you use to seduce people."

He stared at Moya. "It made question our relationship, did I fall in love with you legitimately or was it all a lie perpetuated by your ability to entice others?"

The feelings that Jax had for Moya were real but it was hard to gauge with her. Sometimes the pheromones of Moya's can be used in subtle ways instead of a full payload that he was experiencing.

Just then the force field was cut off, causing Jax to fall face first. BB-12 finally came through! The alarms started to blare as sounds of heavy blaster fire were heard at the distance. Jax was about to move but was stymied byt Moya's pheromones. "The Jedi Orders are coming after Larieta," Jax said resisting the pheromones. "You are her "mother" tell her to stand down and turn herself in."

Behind Moya the wall was obliterated chunks of burnt ricks flew everywhere as Jax was pushed back. When he came to, he saw a walker..... that had it's armor stripped and BB-12 riding on it.

<Get on frackface!> BB-12 beeped firing at Moya. <We're going on a killing spree!>

Jax turned to Moya. "If you really wanted to seduce me," he sighed. "You should've slipped into that skintight suit that I always liked." Jax then leapt on to the platform with BB-12 as they began to fire upon Moya before turning away.

 

[Moya Virtu]

"I never used the Pheremones on you before today. That's just your paranoia talking..." Moya said.

"Your paranoia about whether or not I was manipulating you is the real reason we broke up. I would never have dared use them on you before now."

But the wall burst, flinging her back before she could hear his timely, no doubt witty remark. As Jax Thio fled, Moya could already feel Laertia teleporting their way in hot pursuit.

Moya's saber activated as she sensed BB's bolts firing at her. Her Ataru protocols fully active, as she began flipping over spinning to evade them, only occasionally deflecting them away from her but not back at them.

The spike jacketed woman soon arrived as Jax was leaving.

Using her technopathy, she stretched out a hand to Jax's Droid, trying to make it malfunction and worsen his chances of escape, while sending security teams armed with non lethal Weapons to bring him in as uninjured as possible. Jax could use the Force to try and fight off what she was doing. But the longer he stalled, the closer the security teams got...

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Ashla's Platter
Equipment: Jedi Robes Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber
Tag: Moya Virtu

Moya was right.

Even though Jax was in denial under the impression that Moya would put him under the influence with her pheromones, Jax could feel that Moya was right. The love they felt was real and it was only through their commitment to duty was the reason they broke up. Moya had to take care of her adopted daughter (or as Jax once told Moya indulge in her impulses) while Jax had to go back to the GA. As Jax's memory cleared, he remembered the times that he thought Moya was they one who infested him with her pheromones given Moya's answer and how sincere she was Jax believed her. Yet even a small part of him doubted it ].

<JAX!> BB-12 whirred firing on Moya. <LET'S GO DAMN IT! WE DON'T ALL DAY!>

"Right!" Jax activated his Lightsaber summoning enough force energy to disrupt Moya's attack on BB-12 before performing a large backflip on to the controlled walker.

<Security Guards!> BB-12 beeped as a small army opened fire on them Jax deflected the bolts killing at least three while BB-12 unleashed a volley of heavy blaster fire ripping through the hasty defense.

"Let's get out of here!" Jax said. "Got an exit?"

<Of course I do!> BB-12 beeped advancing the walker. <Who do you think I am?!>

"A very drunk droid," Jax thought as they attempted to escape from the interrogation room.

 

[Moya Virtu]

Moya cursed as Jax Thio and his Droid directed fire at her, forcing Laertia to break off the attack and tackle Moya to protect her from the Walker's fire, which destroyed large amounts of commando droids.

One of the bolts grazed Laertia's cyber arm, heavily damaging it and flinging her backward. Moya instantly leapt to the wounded woman's defense, batting bolts aside with her blade, to defend her wounded, unconscious daughter.

Moya slapped a few bolts back at the Walker's legs. She was torn. On the one hand, she honestly liked Jax. On the other, her programming said to defend Laertia at all cost.

Needless to say, her protocols were...conflicted.

All she had to do was hold out until reinforcements arrived...and pray she didn't get shredded by the walker fire...

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Ashla's Platter
Equipment: Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber
Tag: Moya Virtu

The walker was wobbled a bit when it was struck by deflected bolts but thanks to the reinforced durasteel, the leg managed to hold for now at least. "Keep up the pressure BB!" Jax muttered. "Keep shooting!" He didn't want to hurt Moya, he still had some lingering feelings towards her but right now not only was she in Jax's way but was aiding one of the most wanted people in the Galaxy. Moya was programmed to protect Laretia no matter what and she will die if that's what it took to defend her.

The Jedi closed his eyes and leapt from the platform while BB-12 continued to launch blaster flak towards Moya. Jax activated his Lightsaber hoping to slam into the cyborg woman.

 

[Moya Virtu]

Inevitably, some of the flak hit Moya, ripping open her stomach and the sides of her face, leaking glowing green blood and bits of green muscle. She used Force Speed to counter the rate at which she was being fired at, jumping and evading the flak, unable to feel any pain.

Laertia, upon seeing her mother hurt was distracted momentarily and didn't quite manage to completely deflect the attack from Jax Thio . His blade managed to graze her shoulder, but glanced off the Cortosis weave spikes of her armored jacket on the side of her organic arm as she was knocked back, slammed into a nearby wall.

She hissed in pain but fought through it, Teleporting to his left and slashing at his sword arm. Not to cut his hand off but momentarily disable him so he could be knocked out. Ordinarily, for hurting Moya, Laertia would have tried to bash in the skull of anyone who did it, but Moya wanted him alive and Laertia was not one to disrespect the request of a loved one. Moya, in the meantime, began to jump, flip, and dash her way through the fire of the Flak gun towards the Droid, intent in disabling it, not destroying it. She sensed the other security forces. They would be here in minutes...

Moya force leapt onto the Walker and let off a weak green bolt towards the BB unit...

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Ashla's Platter
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Moya Virtu

Jax grimaced a bit when some of the blaster bolts penetrated Moya's stomach revealing her cybernetic parts along with green goo oozing from the sides. He felt a twinge of regret doing so but there was no other choice, Jax knew that as much as Moya still felt something for him she would fight and die for her adopted daughter. Laerita on the other hand was barely fazed with only some of her spikes being shot by Jax's deflected blaster bolts. The Jedi gulped while BB-12 prepared the broken walker at full speed. <Setting this bad girl up for maximum overdrive!> BB-12 beeped. <If you have a weak constitution then I suggest you start walking!>

Deactivating his Lightsaber, Jax got on his knees bracing for the Walker to go at max speed. BB-12 excelled at overclocking machinery, one time he made an AT-AT run as fast as an X-Wing at top speed. It ended up with the Walker's legs broken beyond repair and a lot of property damage but BB-12 loved tinkering with machines when not lazing around. Just then Lareita teleported next to Jax, he quickly reactivated his Lightsaber but Lareita easily swatted it away. "Chit!" Jax immediately curled his Prosthetic Arm into a fist using the Force to accelerate his momentum as he attempted to punch his Lareita in the face.

In the meantime Lareita attempted to disable BB-12. <Hey get this lady off the Walker!> BB-12 beeped the weak blaster bolt grazing his body pointed the Walker's blaster cannons at Lareita. <EAT MY FRACKING LASER BEAMS!> he whirred firing a barrage of blaster cannon fire towards Moya.