Private Him

[Her]

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Tag: Darth Carnifex

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SYPNOSIS:
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The current year is 905 ABY.

It has been five years since the Imperials (then united under the banners of the Empire of the Lost) engaged the Sith Empire in a skirmish in the Felucia system as Velran Kilran sought to expand the borders of his regime to encompass not only parts of the Tion Hegemon and the Ash Worlds, but to also draw in those star systems consolidated within the Esstran sector under the stewardship of the Sith vassal state found within the realms of the Thandon Star Cluster. In retaliation those dark stewards would launch their own attack upon their Imperial adversaries and so Tion was destroyed by the wrath of the Eternal Father himself as a consequence for them daring to step foot upon Felucia.

By 904 ABY remnants of the Empire of the Lost (which had been brought to ruination via an economic collapse during the previous year) would go onto meet with other likened minds in order to form the Imperial Confederation together at the behest of a new regime. With four states of the Imperial Remnants brought together under the rule of the late Liraeth Deschart a new war loomed in the Outer Rim Territories as they carved out the former territories of their fallen Empire and consolidated it under the rule of their new Empress.

For the Iron Sun refused to be set by their Sith foes.

Later, above the oceanic world of Minntooine, a clandestine project codenamed ' Project Tion ' would go on to be founded by a peculiar enigmatic woman that the Imperials had inherited from the much despised Kilran's. This person would go on to convince key figures from New Aldera and Mahporeem that in order to revitalize Imperialism across the Outer Rim systems they would be required to eliminate and subsequently annex the Sith vassal state located upon the borders of the Second Imperial Occupation for they could never truly own the Stars for so long as such a powerful enemy was allowed to remain so close to their territory. She would go on to cite evidence and tales of the past regime, where the former Imperial occupied Tion system was burned asunder by thousands of Sith Star Destroyers, and how they would be next if they did not strike back.

So they listened, they consolidated their nascent Imperial Confederation in preparation for an invasion, and then they attacked in order to finish what their former Empire had started. The attacks failed, and by the end of the Second Battle of Brosi, the Imperial Confederation was no-more. In the wake of these incursions into Thandon, the planet of Brosi has forever been changed by war, and yet the Sith remain indomitable in spite of Imperial persecution. As for their enemies from Lianna they were sent scuttling into the Unknown Regions were they belonged. Survivors of a war they had started, persecuted, and failed to yield victory from.

For only through strength do you gain power, and through power do you gain victory.

They were the lucky ones.

A retaliatory strike was soon devised by figureheads from the Mandalorian Empire and Sith Order that would lead them both to Imperial annhiliation! In a matter of hours the capital city of Lianna was turned from dystopia into a ruin as the jackboots of ferocious Mandalorian soldiers and cunning Sith Lords marched upon the Imperials who had dared to challenge them. No mercy or quarter was shown on that day. Spoils of war were set to be enjoyed by the true victors.

In the wake of the attack, as what little was left of the Imperial Confederation was either destroyed or pillaged by their former foes, a key player responsible for orchestrating the Diarchy-Mandalorian War on Yaga Minor and the incursions into the Thandon Star Cluster on Brosi had been caught by agents sent by the one they had once called Vornskr!

Taken and shipped out of the former lands of the Empire of the Lost out into the dark void, the enigmatic Her is set to confront Him to lay red eyes upon his great works . . .

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' Him '
A tale set within the ' Temple of the New Sith ' located upon Malsheem, the Heart of Darkness

Shame. Such a shame. I think I lost myself again.

A former, fallen Jedi turned Sith Lord (and follower to Bane's heretical Rule of Two) awakens from a slumber within the hallowed halls of a temple found deep in the cavernous bowels of the great Malsheem. Her had seen the station only once beforehand. It had been from the vantage point from the third industrial moon of Tion back when she had been playing the act of Director for Kilran's New Imperial Security Bureau. Director Drey, they had called her back then. Daydreams would later come and often found Ayra's disciple in the weeks traversing the star ways between Lianna and Enarc imagining how she would destroy the great battle station after seeing it in action on that great, awful day. Lulls on other days, as she walked the hallways of von Strauss's C.O.M.E.C.I, required a brief respite for a time filled with nostalgia and spite.

The girl likes to think. Nova rolls in their grave. Murdered, Her fears.

Yeah, a smog filled landscape overlooking Lianna City below it, and the smoke rising up from a lit cigarette held between the teeth above the vantage point of Lianna City (from the top office from the Neyrix), had been an almost perfect place to plan, to plot, and to conspire against Him. Oh, Her had imagined a lot. Eco-terrorism so as to bring about the demise of the Empire of the Lost had been orchestrated on their behalf by the Fifth Wing in order to implicate the Sith as a mechanism to frame them in the eyes of the Imperials, and they had used it to justify an invasion of Brosi. She tried and do the same in Ravelin, but the Diarchs hadn't bit at the time. Rellik saw right through it.

A shame about Yaga Minor then.

What do you do when everything goes to plan, but goes all so wrong you?

Eyes fluttering to clear their vision Her lifts their bowed head and gasps inwardly at the searing pain somewhere at the naval of the back, and as the stars start to dim in the eyes to grant back their use, Her realises that she is inadvertently shaking. Thirst grips parched lips and a sore throat. When she tries to move Her discovers that something is keeping them in place and where freedom will evade their touch. She is suspended in mid-air hovering above pavement lain to consecrate a place to create new Sith from artificial means. A familiar sensation creeps over the enigmatic woman caught in the bowels of a great machine. Carbonite sickness, and an injury from being hit way too hard.

It all hurts. Oh, Her had imagined a lot.

Sometimes not even the imagination lives up to reality.

Horror.

Oh, ye awful.

Him.

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[Darth Carnifex]

"Mhmmmmmmm~"

A shape, once thought to be a simple protrusion from the metal cell wall, moved in response to her awakening. Limbs untangled themselves from around a narrow body, slowly lowering down to the floor with all the grace of an arachnid. Stretching forward one step at a time, the creature passed under the light which ringed the central suspension dais she had just so happened to find herself trapped within.

What might at first be mistaken for a naked woman would, upon closer examination, reveal itself as a interlocking shell of cream-colored chitinous plates. Behind which was awash with corded strands of segmented musculature, glistening as they cinched the structure into one connected whole. Even the creature's eyes and mouth were formed of hard plating. It did not blink, nor did its lips move when it spoke in a horrible croaking gurgle.

"It stirs~ Lord has promised me a morsel~" The creature's mouth-plates chattered and clicked in anticipation, translucent pearls of saliva dripping from between the segmented edges. It crawled up beneath Her as she hung suspended, incapable of movement. Each hand clung to the fabric of her clothes, catching on barbed fibers coating each insectoid digit as the creature pulled itself up onto her chest.

Its cruel mockery of a face stared straight into her own, unblinking false eyes and painted tight-lipped smile offering nothing. "Perhaps a morsel of you~" It reached for her face, but before it could even land a hand upon her cheek, the creature tensed. It bounced away from Her, landing on the floor before skittering away back into the shadows, a litany of apologies in an unintelligible language spilling forth as it vanished.

Then the cell door opened.

He passed through, one hand bracing against the threshold as He lowering Himself to clear the frame, rising only once inside. His large and towering form was clad only in simple, roughspun fabrics colored deep maroon. There was nothing ostentatious about Him save for His regale countenance, midnight black hair framing a powerfully statuesque and predatory face - straight-nosed, sharp-boned, and utterly devoid of softness.

He said nothing, nor did He need to. His eyes spoke in a language that verbal speech could never replicate, and in their reflective gaze she could see the horrors He had inflicted upon countless multitudes.

As He approached, despite being suspended several feet above the ground, she was exactly at eye-level with her captor. Power, that of the deepest darkness, flowed out from Him, saturating the room in a terrible miasma of suffering and fear. He was a wound in the Force all onto Himself, an aberration against the natural order.

And when He spoke, His words cut through all other sound, deafened by each rumbling syllable.

"Has this all unfolded as you planned?"

Her ​

 

[Her]

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Tag: Darth Carnifex

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People can be strange creatures at times. There are those who find themselves in the confines that Her is in now and they will behave ever so oddly. Fear can find itself eroded and put aside in place of a show of strength-- a desire to show themselves (and their captor) that they are not scared because that is all they have left to give to themselves at the drink of catastrophe. Liberty taken in the place of shackles, or in Her's case, a stasis field holding up in suspended air like a spectre on show to anoint and prostrate them to the personification of the dark side itself; and how many men, or women, or others have found themselves in such a peculiar state at the mercy of a being (once-upon-a-time a Epicanthix male) who traversed through Chaos as the living embodiment of the Sith'ari?

Mandalorian, Jedi, Sith... They all put on that show didn't they Kaine? No fear in the face of the worse of them all. Ready to die with their spirit intact in a last bid to defy the Great One. One last final show of defiance before they too joined all of the others before them and whose clans were embroiled upon a cloak of beskar that He wore into battle or the arsenal of weaponry (Lightsabers, beskads, energy bows) that were mounted upon the walls of a thousand hallways of the great Malsheem in reverence to the many victories of the Eternal Father...

Why won't this trembling end?

"Mhmmmmmmm~"

Ever since Ignacious Korvan had launched the clandestine attack upon the Galactic Alliance to free the Imperial Knight Sahar those of his ilk (and many others across the Outer Rim Territories) had found themselves in the company of an enigmatic woman who had seen things people would scarcely believe. Attack ships on fire beneath the cloak of the Tsis'Kaar under the canopy of rainforests on Felucia during the skirmish that had been the start of things that had ultimately led them into the bowels of the cavernous machine. Those same crimson eyes had been witness to a million red lights that had burned the oceans and landmasses of Tion until there had been nothing left but rock as He avenged himself upon His former subjects who had betrayed him.

A quiet witness whose vigil in the shadows told them that these were the stepping blocks towards absolution in service to a Grand Plan.

All that destruction and wrath did not stir the enigma amid the Imperials. Indomitable. Calculative. Cunning. All forgotten now as those limbs descended from the ceiling.

The horror... The horror...

"It stirs~ Lord has promised me a morsel~"

A gasp escaped Her inadvertently. The trembling increases.

"Perhaps a morsel of you~"

The Jedi teach their young to grow up with elements of the Human condition removed and exercised out. There are meditative techniques that they are taught from the age of their initiation right up until they received their Padawan braid; and a fully trained Jedi Knight is supposed to have the ability to control themselves even in the worse of situations for the Force is a constant ally that can flow through a Jedi to find peace.

Peace is a lie.

It's the smell of the creature that is the worse of all. Her hasn't ever tasted such a thing before. It is all consuming and it clings onto you like a rash that won't go away. A terrible thought forms in the mind. Should she swallow their tongue before it can begin it's meal? Perhaps to suffocate on your own blood and bile is a better end compared to what this creature plans to do...

"Has this all unfolded as you planned?"

As the creature climbs off Her quickly and retreats back into the dark it leaves them shaking, trembling and terrified beneath the loathsome eyes of Darth Carnifex.

In the crimson light shining from above the woman trapped by the Dark Lord finds themselves wet from the tears staining their face and stained too by the saliva off from the thing that was about to eat them until He had entered to save Her. It was Bane who had first taught his apprentice that the dark-side is convoluted and often murky to those who follow it; and it was an irony that the Dark Lord of the Sith had saved the life of his foe from a creature that would have undoubtedly been tearing into them by now if not for his majesty and presence. Had he saved Her or wanted the meal for himself?

The question Carnifex ushered was, of course, rhetorical because even if Her had an answer she couldn't reply. Not when fear gripped them so. Down here, in the bowels of the Malsheem, there are no Jedi techniques or an act of defiance that could control the Human response to all this horror. Trembling, shaking, a quiet weeping escaped the a girl who had been trying for the best part of five years to convince Imperials or Diarchs to attack a man who had co-incidentally caught another Jedi a very long time ago back when Coruscant had been under the control of different Sith compared to the ones who owned it today.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

With each step, He drew nearer and nearer. Soon enough, the shadow of His being engulfed the captive Her entirely. He was less than half a meter away, well within arm's reach. But, He didn't reach out, didn't make any gesture at all even though it was well within His ability to do so. Touching Her was apparently beneath Him. Instead, an invisible force seized Her's face, wrenching it up so that it was always looking directly at Him.

"Is this all the great mastermind can muster? I had expected more defiance. So bold in weaving your little webs across these disparate Imperial fiefdoms, but now you've been caught in my net." He released His hold over her head, giving Her the freedom of motion she'd been denied. "Malum Marr and Alicia Drey thought themselves so very clever, didn't they? I express my gratitude to you for eliminating Alicia Drey, Malum Marr's downfall required a more personal touch on my behalf. It was swift and merciless, but what I found most interesting was what he kept in his records."

He leaned in close, His voice just a breathy whisper in Her ear. "Detailed files on the Fifth Wing, correspondence going back years and years. Names, dates, agreements... Even I was surprised at his meticulousness. I imagine he planned to use it all as leverage against you and your master, but never got the opportunity. You have his carelessness to thank for your current predicament." The Dark Lord stepped away, half-turning from Her as He began to slowly stalk around Her containment field like a hungry predator.

"I can take whatever I want, but it will be at your detriment. As fun as it might be, I prefer the path of least resistance. Why don't we start with everything you think I already know, and work from there." He was behind Her now, the Dark Side like a blistering tundra at Her back.

"Try not to bore me, Ella Nova. We don't want a repeat of the last time."

Her ​

 

[Her]

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"The Fifth Wing are a branch of the Tsis'Kaar. Founded at the turn of the ninth century by Darth Malum of House Marr and Alicia Drey, the purpose of this cult is to serve Malum and his agenda within the territories of the Empire of the Lost (and the wider Tion Cluster) while simultaneously working on behalf of The Order of the Sith Lords without the likelihood of them ever being aware of it."
-- A description of the Fifth Wing.

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Tag: Darth Carnifex

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[ HALLS OF DISINTEGRATION ]
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Oh, you know it's how my old man used to say...
That tomorrow is promised to no-one.

You know, at the time? I just didn't really put any thought into that.
But now? After everything I've been through?
I'd say that was a pretty fucked up way of explaining what would happen to me.

You see for the longest time... I pray for them to pull these plugs, because when you live a life, where you ain't gonna see tomorrow, that ain't a life worth living at all!

"Is this all the great mastermind can muster? I had expected more defiance. So bold in weaving your little webs across these disparate Imperial fiefdoms, but now you've been caught in my net."

Help me.

"Malum Marr and Alicia Drey thought themselves so very clever, didn't they? I express my gratitude to you for eliminating Alicia Drey, Malum Marr's downfall required a more personal touch on my behalf. It was swift and merciless, but what I found most interesting was what he kept in his records."

They say that Kaine had always been a callous, cold Epicanthix. All this time had not eroded that part of the psyche as He spoke so callously about these Sith who had formerly been aligned to Him in the hallowed halls of the Sith Order.

Malum, who had taken the Tsis'Kaar for himself, and Drey, who in another life, had been known to Him as Ayra when He had been an anointed Lord of the One Sith; and oh how he spoke of these Sith Masters as if they were nothing to Him now. As if they had ever been. Drowning in revelation Her felt compelled by an invisible hand (grasping at the neck to choke them) to look upon Him in all His horror as he spoke about things He should not know and about a man who Her had not heard from in quite sometime.

For, behind the veil of the dreaded Blackwall, not even the sophisticated listening, surveillance and intelligence apparatuses of the Imperial Remnants had told Her about the downfall of Darth Malum of House Marr. Even here, upon the cold and harsh edifice down in the bowels of the Malsheem, Her was perplexed by the revelation that it had been Carnifex who had severed the ties which connected the Fifth Wing to the Tsis'Kaar and not the two purges which came about during the fall of the Empire of the Lost...

"Detailed files on the Fifth Wing, correspondence going back years and years. Names, dates, agreements... Even I was surprised at his meticulousness. I imagine he planned to use it all as leverage against you and your master, but never got the opportunity. You have his carelessness to thank for your current predicament."

The First Purge of the Fifth Wing had taken place after the Siege of Tion, Her remembered.

Malum, who had been frightened of a reprisal from the Sith Emperor (after Alicia Drey exposed themselves during a war council meeting on board the Mors Mon), had gone onto eliminate the former N.I.S.B Director's influence within the branch of the Tsis'Kaar that she had created so he could have it and the surveillance program they had taken over (within the Imperial occupied Tion Hegemony) for himself with the belief that the woman (who he had first entered into a conspiracy with on Felucia) had been strangled to death as per the lies of the Trigonus Report.

As she was the quiet hand behind the formation of the Fifth Wing, with the awareness that it was no longer under the control of their late master, Her initiated a second purge of the terrorists (while the Imperial Confederation was formed) as the ideas behind the Malum-Ayra dichotomy were lost during the fall of the Empire of the Lost. New paradigms would go onto to be formed on Minntooine (via Project Tion) that would lead to attacks on Brosi as His adversaries from the past sought to use His other enemies to kill, destroy and take away from the places where the Kainite were at their strongest.

The Rule of Two had seen no need for the Fifth Wing to continue particularly given their loss of control of the organisation. Yes they had been meticulous as they cleared after themselves. At least Her had been. Upon the other side of the Blackwall their former accomplice-- no, it was more accurate to call Malum a pawn now-- had been gathering the necessary information, clues and records to prove the connection between the Tsis'Kaar and the Imperial elements that had gone onto to invade the Sith Empire's vassal state found in the Thandon Star Cluster.

Her and Ayra had used Malum unaware that he would be the source that would lead Him to target the last mastermind leftover in their conspiracy against Darth Carnifex. Now that information was being used against Her.

How ironic.

How horrifying.

"I can take whatever I want, but it will be at your detriment. As fun as it might be, I prefer the path of least resistance. Why don't we start with everything you think I already know, and work from there."

The invisible hand that had been compelling and choking Her released itself suddenly as Carnifex continued to speak. Gasping and rasping for air Her shook within the stasis field through a combination of the chilling cold wrought by the power of the Dark Side of the Force and the terrifying nature of the predicament that Her found themselves in.

Oh, if only Kilran had won at Felucia, and then at Tion.

Oh, if only Malum had been more cunning, and cleverer then he had thought he was.

Oh, if they had only won at Brosi, if not at the first try, then at the second.

Oh, if only the Diarchs had followed Her breadcrumbs which would lead them back to Thandon.

Oh, if only Rellik and Reign had defeated the Mandalorian Empire.

Oh, if only the Imperial Confederation had been like the New Imperial Order.

Oh, if only Sularen and von Strauss had been like Korvan or Tavlar as the old stories told them.

Then Her would not be here.

"Try not to bore me, Ella Nova. We don't want a repeat of the last time."

Oh, please someone pull this girl's plug.

Her licked their lips nervously. There she tasted the salt from their tears. Hiccups intervened the momentary lull in the interrogation and the tremors did not abate Carnifex's prisoner.

She had spent five years conspiring against this God where she worked to turn elements within the Sith Order. People-- no, monsters-- who had sought to eclipse of his eternal rule and to claim supremacy for themselves within a Sith Empire that He had consecrated many times.

Firstly Malum, and then later, Virelia.

The former killed by His hand and the latter by Her's.

For five years Her had conspired with the remnants of the NIO that had previously waged war upon Him during the Second Great Hyperspace War. Their Dark Empire never made it past the Core Worlds to finish what Tavlar had started; and their successor (who dared to call themselves the legendary Galactic Empire) were conquered by the Sith Covenant that He had backed at Imperial Centre. Oh, how the march of the Dark-Imperials died to Jedi rebellion and Sith incursion. Ruined by Solipsis's declaration for a Kaggath said the rumours.

In the Tion Hegemony, for five years, Her dealt with the likes of the Kilran's and their diabolical rulership over an Empire of the Lost (turned into an Imperial Confederation) who fell into ruination after their second invasion of Brosi. Kilran had been mad. Sularen had not been the influential leader that they thought he would be. Von Strauss was a man ruined by age and time, Her would go onto learn. Not even the N&Z and their technological marvels or corporate supremacy could bring Her closer to their dream.

All in an effort to destroy Him.

All lost, all dead, all scattered among the Stars.

Crushed by the weight of His knowledge about Her schemes and their plans, ruined by the culmination of loss that had seen three star empires fall to the Sith, did the girl beneath His cold, callous gaze manage to rasp in spite of their sore throat:

"I am not Her."​

It must have been over fifty-years ago now.

When the Core fell for the first time as a lone Knight of the Republic flew into the heart of enemy space to apprehend the Vornskr and finish what the Jedi should have on that day on Dac.

Ella Nova passed away as His prisoner. In the Black Pyramid.

You still remember what you did to the old Jedi Knight, don't you, our Eternal Father?

Yes, the Human condition is a strange thing. When you are trying to survive you will latch onto anything that will abate destruction; and in the dark Her found it from this God that she had been trying to destroy since the turn-of-the-ninth-century. For this Dark Lord standing before Her said that she was the old Knight that He had beaten and subsequently killed in another life.

It had happened during Alexandra Feanor's diplomatic summit on New Alderaan. Sent in as an agent saboteur to turn the people (who would later form the Galactic Alliance) against the One Sith, the willy Vornskr exposed the fallen Jedi for what they were, and the old hero Vulpesen would go onto capture them. In their haste to perform justice the New Jedi Order sentenced Nova to freeze in cryostasis until the day came where they could turn the old Knight away from the dark side, and in that frozen prison, she was killed.

Put there to die by Him...

...and their name taken by Her.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Indeed? I suppose it doesn't matter in the end."

She couldn't see Him, not even if she craned Her neck from side to side to try and catch a glimpse. The darkness of the cell pressed in on Her like a shroud, as if all the room had come alive with writhing shadows that danced and toyed at the edge of her vision.

His voice carried from far away, echoing from somewhere beyond the metal margins of this dark room. "All that matters is what use you have for me."

Gloved fingers tapped one after the other on each shoulder, large hands coming to rest heavily on either side of Her neck. The touch might have been considered intimate had the touch not brought with it immense and agonizing pain. Not pain as the body understood it, as Her mind might have perceived it, but an utter wrongness that caused Her nerves to scream aloud in aching pulses of white-hot agony. The skin there felt threshed open despite remaining whole, every nerve ending peeled raw and exposed to air.

He ran the tips of His fingers across Her collarbone, a lover's sensual caress turned to monstrous torment. It spread outward from the points of connection, crawling through muscle and marrow alike, flooding Her chest, spine, and skull with unbearable heat. Every instinct screamed in unison to recoil from the pain, to tear Herself free of it, but she was bound to inaction by the suspension field. She could do little else but endure.

Slowly, His hands withdrew from Her shoulders, and the agony slowly drained away.

"Do we have an understanding?"

Her ​

 

[Her]

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Kernel panic. It's a bug in the system, where when detected, forces the operating software to halt immediately to prevent data loss. The Human mind is a great thing and with all of it's protections. She's being torn apart again, and what is happening is left to the imagination. It's too graphic and gruesome to bear. The plug has been pulled after all. It's a feeling of bliss to float into the nether of the mind and disappear for awhile. Seraphim.

"Indeed? I suppose it doesn't matter in the end."

It has been a process etched over millennia and inscribed into the edifices of all men, women or other who follow the pathology of the Dark Side of the Force. Axiomatic. To erase the identity and replace it with a new life with a purpose manifested by power. Just as He wasn't always called Carnifex it was the same for Her. Erasure gave way to new forms. Erosion took the soul to places no man walks. Starways bend and cur to these who walk in the dark. Absolution. Nova's gone, man.

"All that matters is what use you have for me."

STOP. DON'T. NO. I DON'T WANT. STOP. PLEASE.

Ignore what is happening over there. You are not there anymore. You are here.

What could Her offer to the Sith'ari? He doesn't need information because He has all of it already. Technology is an abundant thing when you are in possession of the great Malsheem and all of it's alchemical works, particularly, when you can call upon Raaf to do their worse work, so it cannot be that neither. Weapons pale in comparison to the power He has amassed. Personnel can be found in the vats where beings stir in the lattice mixes to give life and slaves, of course.

There is nothing Her could offer Him.

So what does He want?

"Do we have an understanding?"

"Stop," Her mumbled. "Stop..."

There are new strings and the puppet will dance. It's the worse fear of all. To work for someone you despise.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Suddenly His hand was above Her, fingers splayed wide as it fell down upon the crown of Her brow. The terentatek leather dug into the soft flesh of Her cranium, yanking Her head back until she was looking straight up at the ceiling. The pain was just as ghastly, but now radiating down through the top of Her head and face. His other hand came to cradle Her cheek, the hand atop Her head now moving to trace the curve of Her orbital bone.

He pulled Her backwards, almost bending Her in two, all of the pressure centered on either side of Her face. He loomed over Her, face totally impassive as He stared down directly into Her eyes. He held Her now in His total grip, bending Her backwards so that she had to stare up at His imperious visage.

"Am I wasting my time? If so, I'll feed you to my targon beasts and be done with this. Targons are empathetic creatures, you know. They can pick up on your emotions. I've trained them to be hyper-sensitive to fear, so they've grown especially cruel. You'll linger on for days in their den, gnawed to a stump until they tire of it."

His fingers dug into the side of Her head, bruises beginning to form where the tips of His fingers dug the deepest.

"Do we have an understanding?" He reiterated, voice cut with venom.

Her ​

 

[Her]

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There are certain advantages one can gain from when you are brought into the folds of the Jedi Order at an early age. You can learn certain talents that no other sect of Force-users can learn. Knowledge, insights or powers in the Force that were elusive even to the Sith Order. Both sides of the several millennium old dichotomy suffered the consequences of the crusades, the purges, and the losses taken or instilled over the articles of the Star Wars, of course. They say that the Sith and Jedi of yesteryear could warp the very fabric of times and space with their powers. Such things are lost, Her fears.

However, there are disadvantages to such origins. Whereas the Jedi promoted peace, tranquillity and wisdom in their subjects their adversaries in the Sith promoted the opposite; and consequentially one who once walked the pathology of the light, until darkness found them, meant that they were still a novice to how masochistic, how painful it was to be under the bane of one such as Him. The words escaped Her mouth before she could think and oh, if she were to ever continue living a life after today, they would haunt Her for the rest of their life.

"Do we have an understanding?"

"Gah... Ah... Yes... Yes master!"

A bead rolls out of the corner of those crimson eyes and the supplicant prostrated beneath the whims of the Sith'ari stared up in pain. Yet, perhaps, the tears flowing forth did not stim from the torture that He was administering to Her. Perhaps they came from elsewhere. Woven into the tapestry of Darth Bane by Ayra how had their disciple, who had taken upon the mantle of the Rule of Two when she had killed their master, now found themselves woven into the convoluted machinations of a man who proclaimed himself the true Sith'ari?

"I can be of service... Gah... Ahhh..."

Intense, violent pain etched through the recesses of the body, the mind, and soul of a conspirator. One who had thrown everything that the Kainite and had failed to destroy their seat of power on Dromund Kaas.

"I have..." Her stammered painfully as she tried to gather all their cunning to convince Carnifex not to feed them to the creature from before nor the Targon beasts he had threatened Her with. "... I have nautralized citizenship on Enarc. I can... Gah... I can be useful to you."

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