Looking for an awakening

[Tathra Khaeus]

"My name is Meta." He said, putting autopilot on. He detached his cloak from his armour and thrown it over his chair. The ship was small and confined, built for a small group of people. His armoury was directly left of the cockpit. There were several shelves of weapons and grenades and there were six lightsabers in a glass casing. One of them had a splatter of blood on it. There were four maulers and two gaffi sticks. A collection of blaster rifle and a single RPG and a couple thermal detonators and of course two damaged suits of armour. Meta detached the front piece of his armour, and then the back. Setting it down beside the rest of his armour pieces. Underneath were some sort of torn robes. They only covered the shoulders, and the majority of his back. Then taking off his gauntlets he left them beside the rest of his armour. His base chest felt cold, he ran his fingers across the scars on his chest. Then derobed, and looked around for a shirt.

@[member="Felicia Tannul"]

 

[Balthazaar]

"Meta. That's a nice name." Felicia watched as he took his various pieces of armor off, keeping his mask on still. This made her frown a little. Why was he hiding? "Can I see your face?"

@Meta

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Meta stopped in his motion. He frowned behind the mask, his hands spreading over the desk, leaning. He tilted his head, slightly aggravated. "Why?" He asked, pondering the question he turned around and walked out to her and leaned on the walls of the shuttle corridor beside the cockpit. "Why do you want to see?" He asked, folding his arms.

@[member="Felicia Tannul"]

 

[Balthazaar]

Felicia was a little taken aback by his sudden surge of aggravation, but remained calm. "Well... It's just... It's the only thing you haven't taken off. Why do you feel the need to hide?" She slowly walked over to him, closing the gap. Looking up into the eye slits, she tried to get at least a small glimpse. "There's nothing to be afraid of."

@Meta

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Meta felt a sudden urge of anxiety. Backed up against the wall, by a woman no less. He lowered his head, trying to even hide his yellow tiger like eyes. He didn't want to take it off, the scars across his face shamed him. He didn't want to be reminded of his past, but she was close to him now, for once he took a good look at her, her tanned skin, her eyes. Her lips, she was beautiful and she was pressing him again a wall. His head still lowered, his body looming over hers, his head even titled down, his chin only reached her forehead. He was near trembling, his arms unfolding and pressing against the walls. He felt strange, in this awkward situation, his heart began to beat faster.


@[member="Felicia Tannul"]

 

[Balthazaar]

Sensing his immediate change in emotion, Felicia studied him for a second. When she had deciphered their meaning, color rushed to her cheeks in such a frenzy she didn't even know what was happening. Looking down, then back up, she pursed her lips and slowly, gently, reached for his mask. Once her hands laid upon the cool metal, she reached her fingers under it and lifted it up. While she did this, she could feel the incredible tension and stress Meta was going through, but she only hoped to soothe it by assuring him. "Easy now..." Once the mask was off, she gasped softly at his scarred face. A tiny tear made it's way to her eye as she imagined what could have caused such mutilation. Staring up into his eyes, she set the mask down on a panel next to them. "This is the real you. You shouldn't have to hide yourself... If the Jedi won't understand, make them understand. I sense great fear in you, but there is also great confidence. You should use it."

@Meta

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

His yellow tiger like eyes studied her, his long white hair was collected in a pony tail, he almost wanted to run away. He remained silent, bitting his lip he looked away from her. He didn't want her to cry, even if she was looking at him. He felt as though there was a massive open space between them, she was beautiful and he, he was a freak. Even if he had been once handsome in his youth, most ofit was gone now. He fought back the urge to crawl up into a ball, his muscles tensed as he stared dauntingly at her feet. His face was contorted in sadness and confusion. Luckily she hadn't seen the rest of him. His body got a lot worse than his face. He could feel the warmth off of her, it was comforting. But he felt cold, so very cold.


@[member="Felicia Tannul"]

 

[Balthazaar]

Still staring up into his face, she reached over and grabbed his hand, wrapping hers gently around his. Though she knew what he was likely thinking, she wasn't trying to make a move on him. Quite the contrary, actually, as her only goal was to comfort him and put him at ease. "I can help you, if you'll let me..." Raising her other hand, she lightly set it upon his forehead and closed her eyes. Slowly, but growing at a steady pace, she let a steady stream of pleasant memories flow from her. The feel of the sun on a warm afternoon. The bright green fields and meadows. She fed all of this into his head, hoping to ease his pain at least a little.

@Meta

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Meta allowed her to enter his mind, and with her thoughts. Came the thought of home, and then the thought of his parents death. He stirred, tightening his grip on her hand. Then the thought of being tortured and trained to kill from the age of four and upwards. The thoughts of countless children bodies lying all around the place. Seeing his sister violently choke on her own organs as her experiment went wrong. The thought of using the force to choke one of the other subjects to death, the thought of his friend Subject 8 and himself fighting through the facility. The thought of leaving 8 for dead after the destruction if the facility, and finally the thoughts of the dark side, of the force bond he had with 8 and that he knew he was alive and very angry, the rush of cold and fear as one day he would find him. He was trembling now, his thoughts so intense he could barely hold himself together. He pulled her hand away from her and let go of hers, he fell against the wall. Leaning against it again, now staring directly at her.


@[member="Felicia Tannul"]

 

[Balthazaar]

As she had sent him some of her memories, his own seeped into her mind. At first, she had held herself together. But the visions only became worse. Death. Blood. Horror. Tears flooded her eyes, but she maintained concentration. Finally, it became too much for her to bear. With an ear-piercing scream, she backed up into the opposite wall, not realizing he had done the same. Terrified, she crawled into the corner and brought her knees up to her chest.

@Meta

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Meta cringed at the scream, but a few moments passed and he closed his eyes. Using the techniques his master had taught him, he attempted to reach calmness. He remained silent, finding the strength to push himself up from the wall, he slowly and gently made his way towards her. He knelt down in front of her, all of his horrors had flooded into her mind. She now knew what she had been through, he had no other connection with someone like that, and even in these dark moments, he felt her beauty reasonating through him, he took her hand, almost devouring it with his own. He felt her smooth skin against his rigid skin. At this moment, her cherished her. He wanted to tell her it was okay, and hold her. But he felt it was inappropriate, he simply held her hand in his. Looking past her hair and into her tear filled eyes.

@[member="Felicia Tannul"]

 

[Balthazaar]

Trying to recede into her own thoughts, Felicia went to enter her own little world. However, something stopped her. A calloused hand touched her own, then gripped it ever so gently. Needing some kind of comfort, she flew into his arms and hugged him tightly, resting her head in his chest.

@Meta

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Felicia had dove in on him, holding him tightly. Her head rested in his chest, her body pressed against his. He shivered from the contact, but grew accustomed to it quickly, he let one of his hands lay on her back, showing he didn't feel too awkward. He titled his head forward, looking down at her as her head was buried against the pure muscle of his chest and the scars hidden by the shirt he was wearing. He awaited for her release, he gasped a little, the thoughts still in his head. He rubbed her back reassuringly, biting his tongue and not allowing himself to speak.


@[member="Felicia Tannul"]

 

[Balthazaar]

It wasn't long before Flecia felt Meta's arms curling around her, the warmth settling in. She sighed contentedly when he began rubbing her back, the feeling driving her to stay in his arms forever. However, she knew how awkward it would probably make him feel, so she pulled away, wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry..."

@Meta

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

He shook his head. "Don't be." He said, finally wrapping both of his arms around her. "It's not your fault, none of this is." Unlike his usual cold stern voice, it was full with a guilt ridden attitude. He wished she didn't have to have seen that, he didn't know what he was feeling, but it compelled him to do something he hadn't done in a long time, he leaned into her. Towards her lips, but stopped himself, moments away remembering what he looked like, he felt like an idiot. Lowering his head to hide his embarrassment. His pale cheeks grew slightly more red. He stared down between them, at her legs and lower body, and then his own massive canopy of scars.




@[member="Felicia Tannul"]

 

[Balthazaar]

Seeing what he was trying to do, Felicia looked away at first, embarrassed. Not that she thought he was ugly, she just had never had so much contact by another bipedal. It had always been the bouncers, nothing else. Looking back at Meta then, she brought him close and closed the gap between them, capturing his lips in hers.

@Meta

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Meta was surprised by her, she did something he wasn't expecting. She kissed him, her soft wet lips pressed against his own. Her body against his, his hand slid up her back to her neck and he embraced her kiss. Cherishing every moment of it, he held her in his arms. A warm sensation of happiness radiated from him. He grasped her tightly not wanting to let go of her, she was beautiful. So very beautiful, he held her in his grasp. It felt like a dream. She seemed perfect to him, her tanned skin in contrast to the pale of his own, she was so innocent and smooth and he was corrupt and scarred. Her hair brushed against his face, and his pony tail fell down the side of his left shoulder. He didn't care however, she was here.


@[member="Felicia Tannul"]

 

[Balthazaar]

Confused at first what to do, she soon began to get the hang of it. Wrapping her arms around him, Felicia brought they bodies even closer. Sighing softly against his lips, she brought her hands up around his neck where they rested. After a few minutes of this, the autopilot began to beep, alerting the two that they had arrived at the predetermined destination. Pulling away, her face bright red, Felicia smiled and looked up at Meta.

@Meta

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Meta's expression was one of glee. She looked so happy, his cheeks were like cherries, soon lost the colour as his attention turned to the navcomputer. He got up, picking her up as well. He had brought her to coruscant, and let go of her, he piloted the ship into the air, above the cities and streets. He got up again, and took her by her hand. He didn't have an observation deck, but the closest thing to it was the large window in his bedroom. Opening the door he led her to the window, showing her the view of coruscant and the Jedi Temple. He let go of her hand and pointed to the window. "This is coruscant." He said, a smile on his face.

@[member="Felicia Tannul"]

 

[Balthazaar]

Felicia squealed in delight as she was picked up and carried. When Mera had finally set her down, he took her hand, which made her blush all over again. The red in her cheeks was soon overwritten by the beautiful sunset of the Coruscant skyline. It was her first time in a city, and she couldn't stop marveling at it. "It's beautiful..." She smiled brightly as she examined the massive expanse of buildings that was Coruscant. She didn't know what she was looking for, but between Meta and Coruscant, she had found an awakening.

@Meta

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