FOR ESHAN

[Shinju]

HUNGRY DARK HANGER BAY:
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Shinju paced, she had no other course of action. The hanger bay was empty save for herself and... And what might become the biggest mistake of her life.. Or greatest. Really it was still up in the air if fighting the commanders lover wife thing was smart. If she lost it would be no harm but if if somehow won or somehow hurt them... Unspeakable wrath no one had ever seen before came to mind. Still her mind played with the idea of actually enjoying this moment, the Yun-harla was one of their strongest and most talented. If she wanted to ascend well she needed to test her mettle against one like her.

Win or lose or draw but most likely lose, she had never seen the woman fight and she had rarely used her saber. If anything it was still as very much for show as her black ship. Not to say she hadn't learned a thing or two, training the naga twins she had utilized Juyo and showed them the few steps she knew, training with Lord Sirella had shown her how to drain as an apprentice and Darth Shadow taught her as a knight. The commander had taught her in that arena if only minorly and... The god Velok had given her the crystal that wailed in pain within her saber. A shard and something she could feed off the pain and anguish from.

Her goal of learning how to absorb energy though had been less the fruitful with few knowing how to do it and even less to the extent of some who could catch sabers or overcharge themselves with blaster fire. Her bodysuit remained zipped up without the durasteel neckguard of mask, no no need for armor. Even the derriphans, her pelko pouches and electro shock whip were missing. This was purely supposed to be with skill... And when that failed she planned to kick the woman in the groi area case it would hurt the most. Letting out that last shuddering breath though got Shinju into that lovely place of white noise. She was ready to fight and prove to the commander.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer walked towards the determined location. As she walked she removed the outer robe she wore to keep her warm while they were on the ship. The less clothing the better, it was how the Echani fought and it was how she learned to fight. The more clothing, the more your opponent had a chance to grab you or to make contact with your frame, thus she removed the tunic leaving her in a tight undershirt and loose Echani combat pants. Her clothing out with the Fringe was nothing beyond ordinary. The royal garments she wore as the Queen of the Echani people was left with her true identity.

A smile spread across her face under the mask she wore as she drew closer. She could feel Shinju and it meant that this was truly a test for the woman. The only thing she found odd about all of this was that Shinju sought to fight her and not Dranok, RC 212 or Karrde. There had to be something up the woman’s sleeve and Spencer was going to remain on her toes about it. Entering the hanger she watched the woman find her center and prepare herself, in an instant Spencer released the Sith charm that scrambled her aura. The perfectly gray aura rippled through the Force and would be easily felt by the Sithling.

“So you wish to prove yourself by challenging me? I don’t know if I should take you as a fool or just over zealous. Either way, I hope you learn something from this. Shall we start?”

Without remorse, Spencer quickly latched on to the familiar mind of Shinju. She had been in there before and quickly recognized the force flowing from her. In quick succession she put pressure onto the cannibals mind. Spencer didn’t move an inch, but remained focused on the woman’s mind. Her attack clawed at the Sith looking for insight to fear or for something else to cause her to go mad.

@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Spencer aura wouldn't be felt... Shinju had no talent or ability to sense beyond her own intuition with brought her around with the hair prickling along the back of her neck. The Yun-Harla their something was... Pretty but flirting or trying anything was promised unspeakable wrath by the commander the same woman who took on several knights without moving. Fought a sith lord and led them all on Elrood to fight the army of undead... Even her own insanity didn't want to deal with that upper tier of crazy dedication. Still they both had tight clothing that seemed neither could really grab right away. Meant her flexibility would come in handy.

Then she heard her speak... She was not a fool or zealous but before her words could come out... She felt something in her head and stood still. Letting the fingers claw at her mind and a laugh came. This one she knew this one she had felt before and now... Now her eyes bled away humor, lips curled back to show sharpened incisors then white teeth. Then it started in her throat coming out in a giggle like a child's laugh until a mad cackle laced with waves of madness almost thick enough to taste. If the Yun-harla wanted to be in her head... Well

She coudl have it and Shinju let what meager defenses she had down to give Spencer it. Not fears, she dind't actually fear as much as have a childs mindset. Things like the dark didn't frieghten they were rose colored and sang songs of promised violence. The echo of the the Harvest played in her mind 'Kill, Consume, Spread' Her mind sent thoughts of all the things she could do to flay, to peel the sklin from Spencer's bones. Slice open the nerve cluster on the spine and see them all spill out like angel hair pasta, play operation with her still very much alive as the shard the god lord Velok had given her showed its strength. Feeding on pain, she would take all of Spencer's pain if they played and for several moments before the end begin to eat her heart before she died. Her lovely flesh made to feed the pit of hunger deep down.

She recalled the first time meeting Dranok just for the woman and how she had been there naked covered in blood and gore, how they had enslaved the world and every atrocity was a way to help. Killing a million to enslave a billion. Slaughtering a schoolhouse to make the parents fall in line. All the while deep down holding now real hatred this was being done to the weak to help them... Yes the enslavement of the galaxy was a gift that only could be brought on. First thought by the sith but now under the Commander, Under Ashin and she knew who she was but cared little for titles. The woman was dangerous and had promised food, victims and pleasures of pain with the vong. Oh that was still something to look forward to.

Then it would shift to what Shinju did before the Fringe for the sith, not her personal thoughts but memories showing how she tortured Dranok's daughter. How her prisoners suffered violations over every part of their being, how she tore apart Riley storm and left the woman a broken, starved and naked mess before giving her a child to eat. How Shinju had gotten her daughter by tearing the baby girl from the mothers womb on Elrood, how she ate another and made sure to emphasize the crunch with Lucien in the room getting sick but he had ordered her to interrogate Kara. How the empire had given her a jedi padawan and she took his eye, clawed out his chest with her bare hands while still standing there naked holding knives. She let Spencer have it all and on a loop just years of gorn to satiate the ones who loved the violation and grotesque.

The former sith just stood there and laughed not being able to speak mind to mind but her thought was obvious. There was a reason people didn't want to go into her head. She was the raving psychopath with more ways to violate a person living or dead or mostly dead. She sent insanity towards Spencer and worked to drive it into her head or tried to. She still had never seen this woman fight, her hand settled on the saber and it activated with a blood red blade that wailed in pain. In agony from the shard, she could barely feeling it aside from feeding upon it. An empath might feel the creatures constant state of pain.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Blinking, Spencer watched the images flash into her mind from the cannibal. She didn’t expect anything different beyond the psychotic nature. It didn’t take an Empath or a mentalist to figure the woman was insane and craved the chaos that blossomed around her. No, it was nothing unexpected and Spencer took it in and kept her calm exterior while inside she felt the Force shifting taking in the pain and love of disaster. With it, she funneled it to the Force creating the dark spears in her hand. The lightsaber ignited and the pain intensified screaming through the Force.

“Interesting toy you have.”

The weapon she wasn’t too worried about, but what she did worry slightly about was the specialized crystal inside. The pain wasn’t Shinju’s and that was easily distinguishable, it seemed the woman fed of the emotions like she did – possibly in a different way. Both arms rose with 3 small dark spears of midnight black threaded between the gaps of her fingers. With a thrust she flung the darts aiming towards the Knight’s torso. Simple opening move as she waved her now free hands towards the woman beckoning her to come closer.

“If you think your little thoughts of death and chaos are going to scare me, think again. I’ve seen worse far worse in the minds of men that would put you to shame Shinju. Common now, let’s play. Don’t fear the Commander – I’m the one you should be scared of.”

It was true, the young woman had seen the depths of Chaos with the Sith Lord Moridin when she was just a padawan training. She had been sent by Ashin to train under the man learn what he knew. Deciding it would be best for the young Empath to learn how to flow walk - the ability to bind souls to her. A walk through Chaos brought her face to face with some of the darkest Sith and those that made you wish death came faster to escape their torture. Spencer took in a deep breath as she pushed the memories and stench of Chaos from her mind.

@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

It was on and the opening move something Shinju hadn't expected. Darts.. Well that was a new way to see it used, something she hadn't expected either. Itt was also why when Spencer threw them that Shinju pushed the force into her body until the pounding of her heart let her move. First two darts screamed past her while she turned her body presenting less of the target but still spinning. A tingle went along her cheek before it welled up bringing a crimson line of blood. The other went past but it wasn't done yet. The tinge of pain while one dug into her shoulder brought her around a little faster with a jerking motion. The blade rising up to slice the last two darts.

"Oh the minds of men are quite fun, I would love to see it. Care to share these acts that will put me to shame?"

Shinju stood there feeling the energy in her shoulder while she sneered and focused. Energy she didn't know how to eat yet, someone she needed to learn that from but the darkside. Her body opened like a maw to drink it in and take it. If nothing else the energy would dissipate as she moved forward using what she absorbed to revitalize her if only minorly. Now the thrill of fighting came over her. The opportunity to feed in more ways then one against this woman so one foot before the other while the shard screamed. It fed into her and her feet pivoted using a quick flank, a sudden burst of speed to try and get behind Spencer as she slashed for dangerous blow. Shinju attempted for the spine in an upwards slash.

 

[Allyson Locke]

The spears of midnight black, a specialty the girl had picked up while training under some of the great Sith Lords of their time. A smile crossed her face as she watched the girl react to them and the shift in her desires and emotions towards the thrill of the fight – feeding off of it made Spencer’s smile grow wide. The young woman had trained in Echani hand to hand combat; though she wasn’t the best at hand to hand it still established a base for her. The force shifted and the woman she faced used it to enhance her body. Spencer not making a move remained still and in the most necessary moment, she stepped back and crossed her arms down.

Her aura flowed from her pores, threading itself in a thin layer against her skin. Another skill she had mastered – one that was vital to her survival emerged proving as to why Ashin valued her wife as a weapon when they first met. The burn of the lightsaber burned against her skin, though nothing was harmed. Spencer smirked and looked towards the girl.

“The Minds of men are interesting yes, but like I said I’ve seen enough of the minds of men let’s see what’s in that saber of yours”

A third skill Spencer had trained heavily in was now in play, Telekinesis allowed her the movement of objects. Remembering the structure of normal lightsabers, she focused on the screaming crystal and as she pulled back she focused shifting the crystal in its hilt. The weapon was a crutch for Shinju she fed off of it instead of pulling the emotions from her own soul – the woman was insane enough to feed on pain, she had killed enough to know the cries of her victims.

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

The sight of the woman blocking the blade with her hands made Shinju's eyes widen... She didn't know what was happening and now stared at her. The blades energy flared while it screamed and went into Spencer.... So she backed away letting the saber come in front of her at a ready stance. Then... something happened, the crystal shifted and Shinju let out a scream of pain as the hilt exploded... Her blade's hilt coming apart as the energy cells overloaded and the crystal remained. It was something living and wouldn't die right away but Shinju's hand came up the latex and rubber below it, there was dark blood leaking out to drip on the floor. It seemed mangled but there was still feeling kind of. The hands hurt but where the crystal had exploded was ruined or would have been were it not for the latex keeping it intact. She would be in the medical bay after no doubt but her anger, her rage let the feeling of pain, of hurt to the side while a sense of white noise descended on her.

Her sneer came the pain in her hand, in her arm fed into her she ate at it to fuel clenching while slowly Shinju shook. She didn't know how to.... use some of those skills, it was only basics of power and trying to choke her seemed to be something that wouldn't work. It wasn't exactly a strong move she used and if she was eating a saber.... She might just eat lightning. So Shinju clenched her hands into fists her breathe came out in a shudder while she drew on the world around her. She opened to eating it all in and focused on tendrils... not the ones she had seen that sith master use no red tendrils that ate and sapped. That snaked along her arms in the veins pulsing the darkside until she released the red tendrils from her fingers to try and sap Spencer, to feed from her. Shinju remembered a small thing someone had mentioned that drains couldn't be beaten except by another drain and that would only make this fight more interesting.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer felt the surge, the only other person she felt this emotional range from was Anaya Fen, but dealing with that woman made the girl a bit resistant. The master focused her mind locking it up with protection from both the emotions and if Shinju decided to penetrate her mind as well. Spencer took a few steps back as the blast from the lightsaber did as expected. With it gone, the waves in the Force calmed, but for only a moment, it quickly returned to the unsettled vibrating mess Shinju liked to make it.

Chaos, it seemed to be common around those that were so deep in the Dark Side that they would scare the souls in hell. She felt her chest taking in air deeply as she was getting a work out from the fight. Smirking, she knew there was a reason why Shinju was a force valued in the Fringe. Once more she settled in and dug her feet into the ground the best she could. Spencer was created to be an amazing support, but through training she had developed into something a little more. Before she could make another attack, red snake like tendrils spiraled from Shinju. Spencer quickly recognized it, the skill wasn’t lightning like she had expected, but it was something more. The red ribbons touched her skin latching onto her for a moment.

Shinju would get a taste of something pure in the Force, she would be another in the small group that knew Spencer was just that: The Force. The girl being force created had an uncanny connection to it, quickly before Shinju tasted too much, she focused on the dark emotions the woman was using to fuel the force drain. Twisting them, she formed her own drain, which pushed out the red with gold ribbons spiraling and pushing down on the red. Spencer had performed the skill a few times before, something Ashin had taught her and with her empathy she was able to use the emotions of others as well as her own to fuel the force power. Tasting the tainted force in Shinju’s attack she remembered the hunger that all Sith had, that all users of the Force drain had, it was never ending, but unlike the others Spencer didn’t crave it.

“Force drain, would have never expected it Shinju – how’s that hand of yours? Going to be hard to eat eh?”

@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

The feeling.... the sensations the satiating and delicious taste that came from her. Shinju hadn't expected it, she hadn't and couldn't believe someone could taste so good. So... pure the woman was like a newborn babe's flesh. That perfect mix of untainted, unspoiled and untouched temptation and in that moment she understood why several were obsessed with her. Why the commander wanted her left alone, it was something she couldn't think about but then she remembered a little about what that one sith said. 'Ashin Varanin the conqueror of ten thousand worlds and former empress' The smile coming to her face was one of enjoyment. The pain shooting through the nerves in her hand was excruciating and feeding into her while the golden energy lapped at her.

It was a strange sensation and now her mind was dedicated to it, the lack of really powerful mental abilities beyond sending her own madness out and to other people but she didn't have mental abilities. Lucien had been able to talk to her mind but hadn't enjoyed the time, some of her apprentices had said it wasn't a fun thing but she didn't have sensing powers. She couldn't invade Spencer's mind with her own but she could work at making it quite a fun sight to behold. Her hands raising slowly while the darkside energy she was feeling and using to feed off of Spencer then Spencer fed on her. A drainage loop was not something she was used to feeling and it was... strange as all hell.

"I learned a few tricks from Sirella before she disappeared and my hand will be better once I finish here." With a cackle that resonated from the feeling she was having it was wondrous. Shinju couldn't believe the feeling of pure ecstasy that was coming from this while she stumbled forward a little and while letting her energies lap out at the woman and she felt the pull from the woman's drain as she didn't fight it, there wasn't much fighting the superior strength as she pulled at the energy of this pure being in the force but she had stay strong. Had to keep on going while she shambled forward to get closer. Contact she had learned made things stronger, better, tastier.