I Fethed Up

[Nisha Decrilla]

This, was the last place in the galaxy she wanted to be. Here where it had all begun. When she had had the power and he had slowly sucked it from her. Not in the literal sense, but his abilities had far surpassed hers and he had ruined her.

She loved [member="Jared Ovmar"] just as much as she hated him. He thrilled her as much as terrified her. Everything about him rose an array of emotions for her that she could not control.

That was why she had run.

That was why she had taken their daughter and fled into the shadows.

She could never hide from him, but she could keep away from him and that was good enough. Until now...

The penthouse on Annaj was awash with memories, she was given entrance without question, almost like he expected her. But of course, why else would she come here? She'd made no attempts to hide her arrival, any one remotely force sensitive would have felt the waves of anguish rolling from her.

She trailed fingers across the paintwork, feeling the same blemishes as she had all those years ago. The vast living space opened up onto a balcony that granted a grand view, but she didn't see it.

"Jared." She said softly, suddenly she felt so small. So weak.

So pathetic

 

[Carach]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

He knew she was coming.

But it was difficult to ascertain intent and feelings over a larger distance. Not impossible, but difficult, and his attention was already spread over too many things at once.

So Ovmar just waited.

Patiently.

The moment Anaya walked through the door, though. That's when Jared knew everything had turned to shet. There was no anger inside of her, no furious hatred intent on trying to wipe him off the face of the world. Sadness, exhaustion, worry and shame with herself, that's when he knew something was wrong.

"What did you do." His voice came from the corner of the balcony, still overlooking the capital of Annaj. But Ovmar's presence in the Force was slowly starting to fold itself out.

Power building.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Distance didn't matter with Ovmar, she could be on the other side of the planet and he would be able to hurt her if she wanted to. So stepping over the threshold and onto the balcony put her in no more danger than it would if she had been inside. Mocking whispers echoed in the back of her mind and she flinched as she felt his aura unfold. Somewhere, a laugh echoed and she glanced over her shoulder at nothing.

All in your head, Anaya.

She drew in a deep breath and exhaled, slowly. "Calina has been caught by the Mandalorians."

Start with the most important point ands work backwards if she had to.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Carach]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

"What did you do." The question was repeated.

There wouldn't be any guilt- just anger, sadness and fury, if this wasn't her responsibility.

But coming here to him?

It meant that she was responsible for what happened to Calina. There was anger starting to bubble up inside of him, from the deepest reaches of his gut and it started to spread through his body. Like a poison being transported by his very veins.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya eyed the balcony rails, wondering how quickly she could go over them once she told him. Death was a far better option than what would come her way.

"I sent her to negotiate a deal. She went in unarmed, she was not a threat to them. Apparently they feel differently about it."

She inched towards the balcony rail.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Carach]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

"The height won't save you from me." He reminded her without turning, but his knuckles were white where he grasped the railing of the balcony and clenched.

It was an honest attempt at staying calm. Not to spare her, no, she would receive exactly what she deserved after they were done here. It was imperative to figure out exactly how bad the situation was, what his timeline would be- because that would tell him how many favors and debts he could call in to resolve this situation.

"You send our child to Mandalore, right after they declared a crusade against our kind." Then he turned, and only then. His eyes blue, but there was just the flicker of a shine of amber.

He was in control.

But that didn't mean anything when a man was more than willing to inflict pain in and out of anger.

"Do I understand you correctly?"

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

"I..." She stammered taking a step back shaking her head.

Oh what a pretty little mess you're in now. Should have listened to the voices, shouldn't you.

We know best.

"They declared against the One Sith! I wanted to help."

You really are stupid.

"It is not my fault, they are unreasonable."

Because you didn't know that already....

She clamped her hands over her ear. "Shut up!" She hissed. "Shutupshutupshutup."

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Carach]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

"No." The former Lord of the Fringe mumbled, more to himself than to her.

At least before the full magnitude of his attention bore down on her, he turned around, those cold eyes studying her impassively- like a predator would his prey. There was little to any empathy present at this point, but what else was there to expect from Ovmar after the things she had done.

"You don't get to flee into insanity."

Suddenly she wouldn't be able to move. No muscle, not an eye twitch, even her voice got stuck in her throat; not allowing her to whisper anything more.

Some people forgot how tall Ovmar was, at least until he was right in their face just as he was now. His hand caressed her cheek for one moment, before the blue hue shifted into amber and flecks of red swimming in the pool. There would be a build-up of pressure in her mind, right on her forehead and just when the tension came to its peak, the Lord slammed the palm of his hand into temple and pushed her against the wall.

"You will experience every single moment of the next few days and weeks fully lucid."

Pain would burn through her mind.

Jared had always been good at this, at dismantling and rearranging minds. Mentalism was his forte- where others, including his old, first master dabbled in other arts, Ovmar only and only focused on the various arts of the mind. His mental eye saw the fractures in her mind, saw the parts that were broken and shattered still.

He had been crude when he healed it the last time. Pushing the fragments together, forcing them to meld shut. There had been little concern to keep her completely clear of mind.

That ended now. He'd break her apart again, mind, thoughts, personality, he'd shatter it all: easy, considering how fragile his previous work had really been. But it was for the best, because from there he'd apply his mastery and ensure that this time... she would be less useless.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

The scream of agony stuck in Anaya's throat as fire burned through her mind. The voices in her mind added their own noise to that which tried to escape her throat, dying in the inferno he forces through her mind, old fractures breaking and rebuilding. Each second felt like an hour as clarity came back to the Sith Lord.

Jared held her fast, butbhebqoild not be able to stop the energy that sparked at her finger tip. Fury replaced the pain as it subsided. Oddly enough Anayabdid not take well to being played with. All that she had done, all foolish mistakes boiled down to the fact that he had broken her. He had driven her insane.

She drew in a breath as he released her, sliding down the wall to crumple in a heap on the floor. A smile appeared, a low chuckle burbling up from her throat.

The energy leapt from her fingers, red lightening would converge upon him.

"You bastard!"

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Carach]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

His hand raised itself up and the lightning struck it in full.

Flesh charred and formed under the pressure of the energy being exacted upon it, but in the midst of the transformation of power was purpose made clear by clarity of moment. Tutaminis- he was no expert like Jacobs, or his flesh would have stayed crisp and white and with no wounds in sight.

Instead there was pain. Pain that he used combined with fury and the power leeched off of her and his own added to the mix, in only a fraction of the time the lightning was thrown right back at her.

It burst away from his charred hand and onto Anaya, not to kill though, he was just making his point. Which was to not kark with him in the middle of his power base.

"You done, foolish woman? We have business to attend to."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

She hauled herself up from the floor, fresh pain across her body from where the lightening had struck coursing through her body. She closed the gap between them with one long stride, bringing her inches from her face. Oh how badly she wanted to coil her fingers about his throat, to suffocate the arrogance and life from him and watch him suffer for a change.

Fingers seized his collar and she tugged him closer, lips brushing against his as she spoke. "Every waking moment in the last years of my life I have yearned to be this close to you, just as much as I've wanted to run from you. Do you know what that does to someone?" She didn't wait for an answer, kissing him fiercely, before planting her hands on his chest and pushing him away.

"Get me my daughter back, and I will never run from you again."

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Carach]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

He pulled her in, and for a moment it was like the good old days.

When things weren't so complicated. When there were the good guys and the bad guys, when they knew who their friends are and who to kill with ruthless calculation. When he hadn't yet amassed the reputation that underlined him as the man behind the curtain in any and all operations around the Galaxy.

But then Ovmar was pushed away and that damned grin found his way to his lips again.

"You sure you are ready to make that deal, Any?" She had always hated that nickname and he loved to use it in spite- or maybe because of that. The flesh on his arm was already starting to weave itself together, it would be a few hours, a few extra scratches and scars.

But nothing he couldn't handle.

With his back against the railing he leaned, his eyes still on her.

"Who do you got to call on?"

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya clicked her tongue in irritation and rolled her eyes.

She moved to the balcony rails, placing her hand atop them she gazed outwards at the view and comtemplated the question. Who did she have to call upon? [member="Sarge Potteiger"] perhaps? She never truly knew where she stood with him, or where he stood against the rest of the galaxy. Truth be told he might just laugh in her face. Why help another Sith? Qae Shena was dead, Ashin was dead. [member="Spencer Varanin"] might help, but that depended on how Anaya approached the topic, she was far closer to Jared than she had ever been her.

No, she would have to think further back, to the Guardians of the old Sith Empire. [member="Sirella Valkner"] if she was still alive would no doubt enjoy the oppurtunity to attempt to seduce another mandalorians in the midst of the battle field. [member="Darth Carnifex"] would mock her to the end of her days, but perhaps his time training Calina would make him more agreeable to assist them.

"No one concrete." She replied finally. "You know as well as I do, making friends is not my strong point. I have another apprentice who will join us, and I can reach out to an old friend or two, but nothing is garunteed." Oh he would be loving this. "Do you think for a minute if I had anything substantial I would be stood here?"

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Carach]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

"I suppose not." Ovmar commented with amusement washing away from him in spades. Most people wouldn't even have recognized it for what it was, just the small bend in his shoulders, that twitch at the end of his mouth, his brows furrowing a fraction. But she knew him better than most, even if she didn't want to admit it at times.

"Let me think."

Which was a translation of: Let me figure out which of my vast resources, networks and contacts I should tap for this specific one.

Even in his mind Ovmar could be a jerkass.

He could tap [member="Sirella Valkner"] - they had fought together on Geonosis, good teamwork there. [member="Matsu Xiangu"] obviously. Just mentioning the possibility of crashing a lucrehulk filled with zombies on Mandalore would entice her, without a doubt. There were a few mercenaries making waves on the network, a syndicate rising up in former Primeval Space; he'd have to find out if there were any worthwhile ones who could be hired.

[member="Dissero"] was one of his closest friends, so he'd seek him out as well. [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]... a wife, half a dozen kids (he lost count after three), the days of burning down the Silver Jedi Temple on Voss were long over. Maybe a short message to tell him what happened, but he didn't think Sol would want to risk his life with the family he got now.

There was also the Primeval Fleet, but he wasn't sure what happened to them after Anja's death. Would be worth a try though.

"Yeah, I think I have a few names in mind. How long ago was she imprisoned?"

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya closed her eyes, shoulders shrugging slightly in response to the question. She'd lost the ability to track time the moment the had turned away from mandalorian space. Locking herself away and letting the insanity crash in upon her as she imagined the torment her child was going through.

The fact that Anaya had probably dealt as much if not more damage was irrelevant. What she did to her daughter was out of love and the determination to see her grow strong. What they did was out of malice, punishment for the sins of others.

"A month, perhaps two...depends how long it takes to get from there to here. Why does it matter?"

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Carach]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

He eyed her.

"In these sort of situations every little detail matters." Ovmar responded after a moment, before gesturing her to follow him back in to the room. He settled himself in the couch, she could do whatever she needed to - but he needed to stop moving around, it only made him anxious and his thoughts fluttery.

Wanderlust.

Even after years of exploring, it still tugged at him hard.

"She isn't dead yet." It was stated as a fact, as if he knew for sure. "Why? Why not kill her immediately? Why imprison her? Have the Mandalorians tried to contact you directly? Do they want a ransom?"

All Ovmar knew was that a crusade had been launched, troop movement suggested they were going to attack soon. Attack where, that's what he didn't know.

Could be the One Sith, could be the Republic. His spies were still trying to figure it out.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya paced in front of him, his questions making her agitated. This was where they differed greatly. Jared liked to know all the details available before taking action. Better to be prepared or some such nonsense. All she wanted was to get her daughter back and rain hell upon those who had taken her.

She shook her head in answer to his last question. "Ra Vizsla is a ghost, came from nowhere, rose like wildfire through the ranks and snatched up the role of Mand'alor. He squashed Isley Verd's claim to the title before anyone could take up arms against it. He's ruthless but he's smart from what I can gather."

She stopped pacing, realisation dawning on her face. "The mandalorians have hated us ever since Moridin declared the first war against them. A sith is a sith to them but killing Calina is hardly worth it. No," she smiled "he wants to draw us in. Destroy the problem at its source. Acolytes can't learn if the masters are gone."

She brought her palms together, her fingertips touching her lips. "He wants a fight."

[member="Jared Ovmar"]