Private It Is My Secret to Keep

[Liin Terallo]

Ever since I had gained sanctuary in Diarchy space; the attention brought by my research as nearly ceased. No bounty hunters. No Imperials or others wanting to use my research as a weapon. And no Jedi or Mandalorians wanting to contain it or destroy it.

Destroying it would also destroy me. For I have become a part of my research. My own DNA has been altered through it. I feel it; and others do too if I am unable to manage or maintain control over my newfound abilities. In times of stress it can be tough. Yet I have been doing my best to keep in control.

Most especially when I am in public places like today. While enroute back to Bastion after having visited some friends in GA space, the small space faring vessel that I travelled in has had to make a small pitstop to refuel. The orbital station is a marvel in and of itself with a bustling shopping and entertainment district; as well as restaurants. I do not plan on spending any credits; although I do have a comfortable allowance. But I find myself having to take more babysteps outside of my comfort zone and braving being out in the public.

Still even with that in mind I find myself gravitating towards an observation deck. The stars and vessel traffic viewable outside of the transparasteel window is almost mesmorizing. And a far cry from the jungles of New Cov. Although both are just as dangerous as the other.

I can feel the static energy around me start to charge up again, every time I witness reflections of people slow down as they pass me. Am I being watched even here? Or recognized? I surely hope not.

Tag: Darth Engel

 

[Darth Engel]

Darth Engel sat in the core of her ship, and had been for a few hours now. The ever present pain in her chest required a great deal of effort to work through, but to keep it from getting worse was a constant battle with herself. Pain fueled anger, which in turn fueled the dark side. This was a Sith’s greatest ally, a source of strength that was truly fathomless. But this was her curse, for the further she reached into the dark, the worse the pain got.

And she hated that pain.

But that was why she was here. She had found someone whose connection to the force was strange, aberrant… synthetic. And that had piqued her interest, the ability to manipulate one’s own connection to the force was a potential solution to her problem. So she had placed a tracking beacon on the woman’s ship, and had followed her to this refueling station. She was going to confront her here, and hopefully acquire the information she needed without too much trouble.

Though with her curse, and this being potential relief for her, she was certainly more inclined to resort to violence if she needed to.

She opened her eyes, her objective had stopped moving nearby, with few witness around to see what might happen. Though she wasn’t too worried. There was no security here capable of handling even a crippled Sith like she, and the ignition of a lightsaber was liable to send people running, and give her more space to work with, and cause more chaos for her to take advantage of.

She stood up from her seat and disembarked, and made her way to the observation deck above her. It was time to meet this aberrant one. And if she were reasonable, to make a deal.

Liin Terallo

 

[Liin Terallo]

Just breath. Keep it simple. In through the nose, hold it, then release. Keep that going for nine more loops. It is so far how I have learned to control myself and to keep myself grounded. The static charge slowly dissapates with each released breath, and I feel myself to be more centered.

The last thing that I need is to release another synthetic pulse that would create havoc. Not just arround me but further out as well. I can only surmise that it is through quantum entanglement that what happens here has an effect across the galaxy. Although in my case it is like a tidal wave that rises higher the further from the epicenter that it goes. Reality and time seems to hiccup or disappear altogether for a moment. I have caught such reports on the holo-news. It is a side effect that I was not counting on; and one that I hope to discuss with Mr. Usher at some point when he is available.

I can handle the nosebleeds, the blackouts, the fatigue that plagues me so far when I use my newfound abilities. But not the ones at a galactic scale. Such is the unstable, yet powerful energy of the extremely rare Isotope-5 that I had used for the serum. I had used the rare element for it's longevity. But instead I got something more.

I just hope that keeping my notes written on paper will ensure the safekeeping of my research into synthetic Force.

A passing server asks me if I would like anything to drink, and so I request a glass of dark wine. He showed no signs of recognition in his eyes, which is a good thing. Moments later it arrives, and after paying for it I cradle the glass in my hand and take a decent sip from it. Wine also keeps me grounded, while also chasing away feelings of guilt and regret too.

Tag: Darth Engel

 

[Darth Engel]

Engel stepped off of the elevator, her boots clicking metallically on the deck beneath her as she made her way closer to her quarry. Her armored for hidden beneath a long black cloak. It wasn’t subtle, but it was the best she could do. Her head, as always, the only thing visible to anyone.

Some didn’t pay her much attention, others saw her immediately and instinctively began to leave. Knowing that something was up, knowing that someone of that stature, in that attire, was bad news.

Engel found @Liin Terallo’s table easily, and casually sat directly across from her, as if she was only there to speak to an acquaintance.

“Good evening Miss Terallo.” She said calmly, the sense of dark power from her was weak, but there. “I won’t beat around the bush. You have something that I want, and I’d like to make a deal with you for it.”

 

[Liin Terallo]

My gaze was turned away from the viewport the moment that I heard the clunking sound of heavy armor dropping onto a chair. I studied the woman that wore it and as I did so I could feel the static energy wanting to grow. But I took another sip of my wine and did my best to hold onto my composure.

"And what would that be, Miss...? I am just returning from a quick journey and have packed light. So there is not much that I have for you to make a deal for."

The fact that she just blurted out my name and somehow knew where I was gave me some immediate cause for concern. One quick glance around us and I could see that most were keeping their distance from us. Do they know of this woman? Or is it her armor and cloaked that gives off bad vibes causing their discomfort?

Regardless I had a feeling about what she was after. However it is not something that I carry on me.

"Who are you? And who sent you?"

Tag: Darth Engel