If At First You Don't Succeed

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stood silently a she watched a crowd of men and women file down a massive corridor. The orange orbs only shifted slightly, searching through the hundreds of people with practiced skill. Eventually she spotted who she was looking for, a young Togruta girl. Her face broke into a smile, eyes lighting up slightly and face contorting into one of slight amusement. Her smile was nearly hidden by what appeared to be a massive amount of cuts and bruises, a broken face.

Another Jedi, another chance to to learn, to succeed.

Somewhere nearby there was another woman just like her, or similar enough anyway. @[member="Evelynn"] lurked nearby, waiting for Nemene to signal her through the bond. The last time they had done this they had done it through brute force. They had attacked a Jedi in the light of the moon and had taken him by force. That had been a mistake. This time they had learned, this time they would be more subtle, more...controlled.

Nemene stepped into the crowd, pulling a hood over her face and hiding what appeared to be broken bones and bloody gashes. With determined steps she walked through the crowd, bumping into people and hanging her head in mock shame. She moved towards the her smile fading and her chest beginning to heave with sobs.

Finally, her hip touched the womans, knocking herself into the Togruta padawan Nemene ran into her, and promptly fell to the floor in a heap.
@[member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

It felt good to be out among so many people. Asaak had come to love Tython during her short time on it's verdant surface, but she guessed her heart would always call places like this 'home', planets with densely populated areas where people gathered to do business or simply talk amongst one another. Her Master was around, though far enough that Asaak had taken it upon herself to explore, her ever-curious eyes dragging her from stall to stall of vendors calling out what they'd like to sell her. She was not sure what @[member="Rasu Gan"] was off searching for but knew that it might take a while and she should bide her time. She was just glad to be taken places, considering it a mark of approval and a chance to add to her knowledge of the Force.

She turned from a stall filled with fruit she'd never seen before, let alone heard of, only to get a few steps before hearing a sob out of one ear. She spun her head to either side in an attempt to find the person in distress only to find herself bumped by the connection with another woman. While she recovered from only a little stumble the woman toppled over, making it suddenly obvious that the sobs were emanating from her.

Concern laced Asaak's features and she squatted down, reaching out and wrapping her fingers lightly around the woman's arm to help her up. "I'm sorry about that - are you okay?" Her voice was soft, comforting. It was distinctly clear that the woman was not okay, but she didn't wish to trigger her in to getting even more upset by asking pointed questions. Instead she just tried to get a good look at the woman's face, hoping to coax her in to letting Asaak help, especially as she thought she glimpses bloody wounds on the few peeks of skin she got in the shadows of the stranger's hood.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Rasu Gan]

"Nothing else has really stood out as odd except these disappearances Master Jedi, but in a place like this, kidnappings aren't that rare." the Nikto continued to say, as the scaly reptilian sat across from the hooded Shi'ido in the cantina booth. The Nikto held up his hands, stopping the Jedi Master before she could argue against it. "I understand your concerns, but really this is all common and is nothing to worry about. Please let us handle this, go worry about your own problems in the Core." With that the man got up and left the booth, seating himself alongside the bar, blaster exposed and extending threateningly from his right hip holster.

"Well obviously I won't be getting anymore from him." Rasu murmured, rising from her seat in the booth as well, before leaving the cantina, with still nothing to prove from her investigation. Better go back to Asaak and see if she has had any luck, she thought, once again blending into the busy street, making her way over to where she had left her Togruta Padawan. So far the Jedi Master and her Padawan had found no evidence suggesting Sith activity in this section of space, even though rumours still spread that led the Jedi to believe otherwise. Ever since the Sith Empire had disbanded, Rasu had hoped that finally it might spell out extinction for the horrid dark side users, however it seemed the Force was not ready to let these monsters die just yet. The Jedi High Council had dispatched many Masters and their Padawans, as training exercises, to find out if these rumours of Sith involvement in Outer Rim worlds were in fact true. Seeing this as a good chance for Asaak to learn and improve, Rasu volunteered. However now, on their third day, still the pair had nothing to show from their hard work. Hoping that her Padawan had better luck, Rasu continued making her way through the crowd, her Force awareness searching for that of the Togruta Jedi.

@[member="Asaak Tey"] @[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

(@[member="Evelynn"] asked me to post again real quick to move us into a place where she can better join )
“I..I'm fine.” She stuttered quietly as she held back fake tears and sobbed slightly. A hand shot to her face and immediately covered her eyes. She stood up with the Jedi's help and immediately wiped away the tears from her broken face. Briefly her orange eyes flickered beneath swollen flesh, the sun bright iris' drifting over Asaak's own for only the briefest few seconds, fear filled them.

Nemene was apparently a fantastic actress.

She looked at the Togruta for only a moment more, her eyes flickering before she quickly turned about and began to flee from the Jedi. Not out of fear for her, but as if she was in a hurry to get somewhere. “I...I'm sorry, my husband is expecting me.”

She turned about for only a second before returning to her path, clearly shaking with fear at the prospect of being late. Quickly the bleeding woman walked through the crowd, a small trail of blood landing behind her as she maneuvered into a nearby alleyway.
@[member="Asaak Tey"] @[member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

It was not in her nature to pry, nor was it part of the Code she was learning to follow to invade another being's privacy. The path she was following carried a great weight of responsibility however, and she couldn't just watch the woman run off, not after what she had caught glimpses of underneath her hood. She weighed her options for just a moment before the splashes of blood the woman trailed made her decision for her. She would try one more time to see if the stranger would let her help, and if the answer was "no" again, it would be none of her business. But something felt wrong and she couldn't ignore it.

She followed after the cloaked stranger, blinking away the images of the flash of fear in her intense eyes. The color... "Wait!" Asaak followed the woman in to an alley, assuming the tighter, more private junction was a faster way to get to the husband she seemed so unwillingly eager to return to. "Are you sure I can't get you some medical attention at least? You're bleeding quite heavily."

With each passing moment, the sense of "wrongness", the only way she could describe it, grew thicker.

@[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

In the alleyway was a body.

Sleeping, not dead, simply tucked away against the wall (alleyways kept you out of the wind's way, you see). Today seemed to be the day to immerse yourself in a new persona, or perhaps the Queens of Rattatak had a queer fondness for dressing up.

For you see that sleeping lump that lay shapeless and still with the exception of slowly drawn breaths was none other than Evelynn. Of course, that was rather difficult to tell, sleeping bag you see, they don't do much for the figure. They really were putting in one hundred percent commitment to this. Of course, why wouldn't they? The hunt is a part of the game, after all.

Inwardly the young woman smirked, the thought of Nemene Talith playing the victim. As if she even knew what it was to be brutalised. This should have been Evelynn's part to play, the silent sister would have wowed the world with a harrowing portrait of abuse. However, the lack of a physical voice robbed her of the starring role and left her sister to do all the tragic bleating and bleeding.

They moved into the alleyway, and the sleeping bag merely ruffled slightly as if a homeless person inside had been disturbed from their rough slumber but then relative stillness resumed. She would await her sister's signal.

@[member="Asaak Tey"], @[member="Nemene Talith"], @[member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Finally when she passed Evelynn pretending to be a hobo Nemene stopped. She flailed for a second and then dropped to the ground, as though in her rush she had tripped and fallen. She let out a whimpering grunt when she landed, a heavy thud sounding as the duracrete accepted her lithe form. Sobs began to shift her body up and down, her back heaving up and down as heavy breaths entered her.

On her hidden face there was a smile, she knew the Jedi was coming closer.

“I...please.” Whimpering words escaped past her lips, sounds that were barely recognizable as Nemene's words. She was enjoying this for some strange reason, enjoying playing the victim. It was a different type of dominance, she was still in control after all. As the Jedi crept closer, Nemene prepared herself, slowly gripping a small blade within her sleeve, a purple substance dripping from it as it exited its sheath.
@[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

Though she took stock of her surroundings and noticed the almost completely motionless and - she assumed - homeless person among several stacks of garbage, she focused on the woman who had so suddenly decided to change her mind and accept the help. It put her on her guard, the Force ticking every so slightly at the back of her skull. Although she had not yet learned to use to it's fullest extent, Asaak had always known how to heed it's warnings. Though without the proper training...she had been known to misread it's warnings.

She rushed forward as the woman fell again, wondering if she had already lost enough blood to bring her close to death. She could barely stand on her own! Kneeling down again, Asaak attempted to loop her arm through one of the fallen stranger's, giving her support to get up with. "Don't worry now, I'll help you. Just tell me what happened," she said, her voice gentle and calm.

She only hoped Rasu would be done with her business soon and able to find Asaak here and help with the woman who seemed to be rapidly worsening.

@[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Rasu Gan]

Closing in on her Padawan's Force signature, she began to sense something else leaking into her student's aura. Panic or at least a hint of adrenaline. Then it hit her. A ripple in the Force, it lasted only a split second, but enough for the Jedi Master to notice it. The power of the dark side. Extending her awareness, she tried to close in on the trace of dark energy, following it through the Force until she located the source. Although slightly concealed, it seemed that the surge of dark side energy was flowing from two figures, positioned not too far from where the Shi'ido was now. However her attention was caught by another figure, this one instead drenched in light, with small hungry shadows looming beneath it. The presence was familiar, and it seemed that the two dark figures where drawn to the light also.

Panic suddenly gripped her as she realised that is was Asaak, her Padawan, that was endanger. Picking up her pace, she tried to telepathically warn the Togruta of the danger she was in, picturing the two dark figures in her mind, hoping Asaak would react quickly. Stuck in the crowd, Rasu continued making her way through the endless throng of beings, using the Force to gently shove others to the side of nudge a person out of her way. Her Padawan was in danger, and she would never forgive herself if anything happened to her. Asaak please be okay, she thought, adrenaline driving her on, slowly but surely closing in on the Togruta's location.

@[member="Asaak Tey"]@[member="Nemene Talith"]@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

(There was a miss-communication! I thought Evelynn was going to post but she actually wanted me to post again. Completely my fault sorry!)
As soon as the girl came within inches of her Nemene finally whirled around. There was a vicious smile on her face as she turned on her heel, all meekness was gone from her eyes and a certain amount of pleasure had returned to her. She smirked, and the blade flickered from her sleeve and towards the Togruta.

The small knife was not meant to kill, all she needed was one tiny cut, one little slice.

The blade was covered with a poison from a creature that Evelynn had bred in captivity. The small lizard like thing called a Morp secreted a poison that paralyzed, normally it took hours, but Nemene had played with the venom and had enhanced its qualities by quite a bit. The Poison would now only take seconds to enact. Once the girl was cut, her fate was sealed.

She would not be able to scream, not be able to run for help, she would be trapped and then Evelynn and Nemene could whisk her away.

@[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Asaak Tey"] @[member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

The woman on the ground was just turning towards Asaak when the Togruta felt the warning from her Master. She was confused at first, getting only an image of two cloaked figures. That couldn't involve the woman on the ground could it? She was so frail - Asaak worried she'd lost enough blood to threaten her life, pools trailing them both down the alley. But it wasn't just Rasu Gan's warning then, but the entirety of the Force that Asaak felt so at home in. It blustered against her, a sudden force as the stranger she was attempting to help kept turning beneath her.

Asaak leapt away, springing up from her crouched position to flip backwards.

It almost worked.

She thought she was away, thought she'd escaped whatever might be threatening her. But a sharp, short pain radiated up her leg where the knife had found purchase. It was such a little thing but she felt the effects of the poison almost immediately. Her insides felt like they were on fire, each muscle group shutting down one by one. She collapsed in a heap even as she tried to claw her way standing again. She had no skill with telepathy in the Force but even so she tried to send her Master at least one fleeting thought before she fell to black. "Rasu...please...follow the blood. The alley."

She thought it over and over in the twenty seconds before she blacked out completely.

@[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Louise]

There we go.

The prone creature upon the floor sprang into action, well, not that she needed to. Evelynn was only there for insurance, to prevent the Padawan from escaping had Nemene somehow blundered. Thankfully there was no need, the blade bit flesh and although the girl tried to flee it was futile.

Although naturally from the moment Asaak Tey had caught Nemene's eye futility reigned. She gets what she wants, always.

Emerging from her cocoon of squalor, the blonde emerged bearing feral features. Crouching down beside the downed Togruta's head the Silent Sister planted a light kiss upon the Padawan's forehead, shushing her all the while, as if unfortunate woman was a fussing child.

Sleep.

Grabbing one of her arms, she moved to pick up the Jedi. Motioning for Nemene to help her, they would plan to carry the prone woman to a nearby speeder, waiting for them near the other exit of the alley. Naturally quite a few people would find them highly odd and extremely suspicious but once they were in the vehicle any and all immediate danger would vanish.

We have to be swift, Sister, her Master is coming, I can feel it.

@[member="Rasu Gan"], @[member="Asaak Tey"], @[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene looked down at the padawan and her sister for a few seconds, her eyes shifting and watching the kiss. The Orange in her iris' moved slightly, and then her entire face began to shift. Cuts and scars seemed to vanish, broken bones moved back into place, blood was washed away and Nemene skin returned into utter perfection.

She seemed to purr slightly as she became “perfect” once more, enjoying the feeling of the darkside rushing through her and healing her.

“Yes.” She simply replied to Evelynn as she finally bent down and helped pick up the Togruta. The Padawan was lighter than she would have thought, something that Nemene was actually quite grateful for. The Two Queens of Rattatak immediately took the Togruta to a nearby starport. There they threw her into a cell aboard their yacht. Minutes later the ship took off from the world, shooting towards one of Nemene and Evelynns many facilities throughout the galaxy.
@[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Asaak Tey"] @[member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Rasu Gan]

Adrenaline coursed through Rasu's heart as she sensed another ripple in the Force, feeling her Padawan's alarm through their mental link. Rounding a corner, she watched as two woman carried her Padawan deeper into the crowd, finding no trouble in lifting the Togruta's limp form. Panic would have gotten the better of the Shi'ido had she not called upon the Force, drowning herself in the calming aura that it created. You're not taking my Padawan, she thought, furrowing her brow.

Breaking off into a sprint, she ignored the gasps and startled shrieks as she shoved her way through the crowd, now growing smaller as she made her way from the main streets. Her mind remained fixed to her Padawan's, her aura growing weaker. Whatever these Sith had done to her, for she knew that no one but the Sith could have been responsible for the attack on her Padawan, they had somehow knocked her out or at least were reducing her Force aura, making it even more difficult for the Jedi Master to pursue.

"Stang" she muttered, as she lost sight of the trio. Panic slowly began to creep its way back into her system, as her heart beat escalated. She could not lose Asaak, not now, not ever. Slowing her breathing, she centered her mind, stretching out in the Force until she located one of the dark auras of the Sith. Latching onto this, she began her hunt again, this time leaping up onto a nearby building, allowing herself to be free from the bustle of the crowds. Leaping from building to building, she began to gain a sense of the Sith's destination. Slowly the image of the planet spaceport formed in her mind. Oh no you don't, she thought, increasing her speed with the desperation of the situation.

It was not long before the spaceport loomed in front of her, Rasu's eyes already scanning the various hangar bays from her perch above the ground. Using both the Force and her sight, Rasu located the Sith's docking bay, and leaped onto the spaceport wall, clinging to the edge of the wall with her hands as she miscalculated her jump. Pulling herself up, the sound of igniting engines sent her panic into disarray, sending her sprinting towards the hangar, a ship already creeping up into the sky. "NO!" she screamed as she was knocked to the ground by the turbulence. Grasping desperately for a tracking device, she activated the small disc before flinging it towards the craft, the Force guiding her hand and the tracker as it fixed itself onto the hull of the Sith craft. It was done, a single tear fell from her face as she watched helplessly from the ground, as the craft got smaller and smaller into the blue-hued sky.

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Makeb. Her efforts in pursuing the Sith kidnappers had not been for nothing, with her tracking device informing the Jedi that the Hutt controlled world was where Asaak Tey had been taken. Leaving the Council chambers after delivering her own devised briefing, Rasu made her way to the Temple hangar, expecting to find one, [member="Moroi Wareyasui"] there. A close friend of her student and one who had been more than willing to aid in her rescue. Accepting the man's request, had informed the Padawan of their destination, hoping to already meet him aboard their fighter, warming up the engines. Every second would count in this operation. The longer they took, they longer her Padawan would be forced to remain in the clutches of those Sith witches.

Don't worry Asaak, we're coming.

[member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn"] [member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Moroi Wareyasui]

In the beginning, Moroi's sleep was rather normal. The normal dreams were there, riding a mynock through a corridor full of people he didn't care for with liberal use of biological ordinance...the usual. It was just as he was about to initiate bombing run number seventy seven that his considerably more majestic dream was rudely interrupted. The visions were fractured, broken, an incomplete picture fitting of their barely formed force bond, but that did not diminish their magnitude. Exacerbated by his general lack of talent for such things, Moroi's mind could not grasp a picture, a scene like a more potent Jedi might have been able to. Instead Moroi received emotions and out of focus flashes of images, none of which were good. The first was worry, concern, Asa's concern for a passerby followed by a flash, red. Then the pain assaulted his senses, she was stabbed, he could feel the knife penetrating her leg as if he himself were stabbed. His visions then grew more and more intense as his mind delved more and more in to the future that could be. In that future, Moroi felt pain, followed by more pain, and followed further still by pain. The boy woke with a start, an exasperated, breathless scream escaping him as he bolted upright. He was drenched, soaked with sweat and his bed mirrored that condition, the sheets wet and sticking to his legs as his soaked hair stuck to his face and neck. This was not a nightmare, not a normal one...Asa was in trouble.

Moroi's fears would soon be confirmed. Normally, he would not have been made privy to reports to the council, especially about a kidnapped padawan, potentially by the Sith, but Moroi was an incredibly resourceful individual when the adequate determination was there. Utilizing the skills in stealth he accrued during his time before the Jedi Order, Moroi successfully infiltrated the debriefing and learned first hand that Asa had been taken. As Master Gan left, undoubtedly for formulate her rescue attempt, Moroi had cut her off and demanded to be brought along. Thankfully, Master Gan seemed to recognize that Moroi was most definitely not going to accept "no" as an answer and that if she did not take him with her, he was going to find a way to go himself. Even if he had to swipe one of the Jedi's own ships to chase down the person dearest to him.

He had arrived at the Hangar much earlier than Master Gan and upon her arrival, the woman would find their vessel completely ready to set off for their rescue mission. As he saw her arrive, Moroi, nestled in the passenger/gunner seat on the starfighter, a curt nod being directed at the Jedi Master but nothing more. It was a strange combination of laser like focus and anger that had gripped him now. He was deadset on rescuing his friend and that showed in his actions, the fighter was prepped in record time, but it was not just straight Jedi determination that motivated him and his lack of attention to Master Gan. In a way, he blamed her for this, Asa was hers to protect, hers to defend, and now...now Moroi did not know what would happen to her. He was angry at her, he might never not be angry at the Jedi Master, if she wasn't the one who needed to punch in the coordinates for Asaak's location, Moroi would have left without her. The code itself was becoming increasingly more difficult for the young man to follow now that his resolve had finally been tested for the first time. His mind did not pick up on the danger his line of thinking could cause however, it was focusing on one thing and one thing only, saving Asa.

[member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Nemene Talith"] @Evelynn @Asaak Tey

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

She was burning.

For a moment as her amber eyes opened she couldn't remember what had happened. Every joint ached, her head felt like it was on the verge of exploding, and that fire seemed to sear every inch of her skin. Bright lights blared in her vision and she wasn't even sure she wasn't floating somewhere unworldly until she saw that the white extended to the...that was a ceiling above her. Which led her eyes to the chains that came down and held her suspended painfully off the ground. Her wrists, shoulders, ankles, hips...everything ached. Then everything came rushing back. Concern, anxiety, pain, fear. She thought she could remember a woman pressing a kiss to her forehead, sealing her in to a sleep that felt as if it had lasted a lifetime.

And now there she was, captured by Force knew who, clearly in dire straits and for all she knew entirely alone. She'd felt Rasu coming but where ever she was could be on the other side of the galaxy and no matter how hard she tried she could get no awareness of the outside. It was as if the room was it's own space in time, some black hole. The isolation unsettled her, messed with her mind as she realized she didn't even know how long she'd been unconscious. She couldn't melt down - she wouldn't. She concentrated on her breathing. In, out, slow. Concentrate. She tried to gather as much as she could about her surroundings from her awkward vantage point, anything that could help her find a way out of this. She couldn't assume someone was coming for her.

But then she sensed she wasn't alone.

[member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

The presence that was approaching was of course that of the two most stunning entities within this galaxy. Evelynn and Nemene Talith, the Queens of Rattatak and the champions of Torment. The first to walk into the pure white room was Nemene, her brownish black hair floating behind her and she swept into the room with mysteriously silent heels. She wore a fine silk gown intertwined with lace and gold embroidery, beautiful red bird sown into the side of the gown.

She moved into the room holding in one hand what seemed to be a small pad of paper, a pencil resting in her curled fingers.

Her gaze drifted to the Togruta for only a moment, a smile growing on her face as she saw the girls confusion and the bonds strapped to her arms. She had always liked Togruta, she found them absolutely fascinating as a species. In her studies she had dissected hundreds of their kinds, and every secret of the rather unique anatomy was known to her.

Nemene did not approach the girl however, instead she elected to move towards a raised platform in the corner of the room. She sat down upon it comfortably, and placed the sketchbook on her lap.

She smiled at the Togruta, a cold sinister smile.
[member="Asaak Tey"] [member="Evelynn"] [member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Louise]

The second to make her entrance was of course, Evelynn, the much less striking and understated of the two. Of course, what was one to expect with a name like The Silent Sister? Cartwheels and explosions? I think not. The blonde girl followed behind her extremely well-turned out bond sister. Of course she too was finely turned out, wearing powder blue silks of her own but the young woman would never go out of her way to look more elegant than Nemene.

That was just unacceptable.

Unlike her fellow Queen, Evelynn did not retire to the corner of the room to play sketcher, instead she strode directly up to the bound Togruta, with a very placid smile fixed upon her face.

Hello.

Her telepathy as per usual was frozen, enough to send chills down the spines of the uninitiated but there was a predatory edge about it. Ominous, malevolent but polite all the same. Folding those frail and marred arms across her meagre chest, Evelynn merely stood for a moment drinking in the form of their brand new toy.

How are you feeling?

[member="Rasu Gan"], [member="Moroi Wareyasui"], [member="Asaak Tey"], [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

In another universe Asaak might have admired the first woman to enter the room. She seemed composed and confident and the Togruta always liked those qualities in a person. But alas, it wasn't another universe and Asaak felt a certain sickness in the pit of her stomach when the brunette sat in the corner of the room and smiled at her. It was not a smile Asaak liked. Even though the face she saw was now unmarred she was almost certain this first woman was the one who'd lured her, disguised as a woman in pain and need. The nausea grew stronger.

But it was the second woman, her blond hair almost blending with the walls in Asaak's eyes that were still adjusting to the lighting, that managed to catch her attention for the time being. A voice that reminded her of ice sounded inside her head, freezing cold slithering around her brain and settling in to the ridges. She was not yet skilled in telepathy - a fact she had now cursed twice during that particular day as her lack of training in that area had prevented her from reaching out more effectively to Rasu - and therefore could not respond to the blond woman in kind. She waited a moment before answering, giving the woman a mildly exasperated expression. "Just wonderful. This arrangement is very comfortable," she said. She was certain it was stupid to provoke either of her captors that way but she couldn't help it. The woman knew how she was feeling - what was the point of beating around the bush?

Maybe in some ways Moroi was rubbing off on her. The snarky response was less her and more him. Thinking of him was painful, the sense of disorientation returning again as she wondered if she'd been unconscious and hanging in that room long enough for him to even realize she was gone. What if she never saw him again? Or...what if she never saw Rasu, never felt the reassuring touch of her Master's hand on her shoulder? What if she never walked through the Academy at sunrise again, daydreaming on her way to a training session?

Asaak took a quiet, deep breath and quieted the panic that was creeping in behind the ice bath of the voice that had managed to get in her head. She banished the images of everything she'd just conjured. She would get out to see them again.

Her eyes came to rest on the blond woman once more, resolve slowly overpowering the sickness in her stomach.

[member="Nemene Talith"] [member="Evelynn"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Moroi Wareyasui"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Snark would not help the girl here, of course not much of anything really would. Nemene and Evelynn were in control here and there was no doubt about that.

The Brunette in the corner of the room smiled feintly however when the girl replied, her orange eyes shifting over the Togruta before slowly opening the sketchbook to one of the last few pages, folding the others behind and using them as a sort of cushion in her lap. She smiled slightly, but only slight as she took the pencil in her right hand and tested its point.

“Evelynn.” Nemene said brazenly and completely ignoring the Togruta. “I suggest you start by trimming her Lekku. They look awfully long.”

She smiled, and then regarded the Tgoruta.

Of course there was no such thing as “trimming” Lekku. Once they had grown, they had grown. When cut off they did not grow back, and cutting them at any length was quite painful, especially for Togruta since they were attached to their more unique sensory organ, their Montrals.
[member="Evelynn"] [member="Asaak Tey"] [member="Rasu Gan"]