Antoir Setrrin
I've Met My End
"Memories are supposed to be good things. You should be able to learn from them, use them to prevent yourself from making the same mistakes you did before. They were a guiding light. An ever-present being reminding you of lessons learned. But they can be just as damaging as helpful. Worst of them leave mental scars that last generations. Sometimes they can force breakdowns, emotional problems, and a lifetime of trouble. Losing them can seem like a good thing to the right person at the right time. But when you start getting them back? Oh... Pity the man who realizes just how much blood he has on his hands. And hope that you aren't the target of his reaction."- Blaire Romelia Johnson, on repressed memories.
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There were now three holes in the wall. Blood was splattered around, as if someone had dipped their hand in a bucket of the liquid before flicking it about randomly. Not far from the truth, really. Still the sight was an odd one. Especially when one looked at the unconscious body not far away. A sleeping giant, of sorts. She too appeared to be doused with the crimson substance. On closer inspection one would discover that she was the source of it. Some dripped gently from her knuckles, while most came from chest and back wounds. Nothing in the area suggested foul play. It was more likely the woman had gone into a fit of rage, attempted to escape, and then ended up injuring herself. Anyone who knew her would know that it wouldn't be the first time that this had happened. Ever since her resurrection, the lass had been suffering from psychotic breaks. Moments where she remembered what she used to be... destroyed everything around her... The whole time she wouldn't stop crying. When she awoke she would return to normal. Unfortunately that wasn't much better. This time didn't seem much different from the last. As usual a few hours in a bacta tank would fix her right up. Physically, at least.
Internally she would still be a mess. More monster than man. Nothing new, of course. Her past was a painful one. It had lead to all of this messy nonsense. However... while a bad childhood explains bad behavior, it does not excuse it. What she has done in her two lifetimes is unforgivable. That was why not many would dare take her in. Only the Horde, a gathering of individuals bent on burning the galaxy, had offered her a place. Well, less offered her one than brought her back from the dead for the soul purpose of creating chaos. What they wanted was to take advantage of the horrors she went through- the effects of what she had done. Had they made a mistake in removing her memories? Or did their actions further fuel the flames? What would happen if she started to remember in the midst of a battle? Sometimes remembrance brought her migraines or breakdowns. Other times it brought her into an nearly unstoppable fury. She wouldn't stop until she passed out from blood loss or exhaustion. Oh, does this bother you? The fact they use her for their own devious wants? Perhaps it should. But maybe it is a part of life that has to be accepted. Some are merely cogs in the machine.
"What caused it this time?" A Vong beast handler asked his partner, scowling angrily. His companion shook his head before letting out a huff. "She remembered the time before her first demise. When Savan nearly died... Right after someone informed her about her 'mistress' being captured by the Mandalorians a while back." Savan was free now, thanks to the Horde and it's allies. But the idea of losing the one of the only people who cared for her... it made the Sithspawn sick to her stomach. Speaking of the spawn: You're probably wondering what her name is. Is it Blaire? The one who was quoted at the start of this? Nope. She is another, one who shares the mind of another pet of the Horde. This bloody lass was known as Ven'Rain Tritos Sekairo. Childe of the Stars, the Mad Merc, Chief Enforcer of Subach Innes, the Shattered Knight. Monstress. Abomination. Freak. And she was filled with a thirst for Mandalorian blood. For in this form she would take any excuse she had to shred flesh. The kidnapping of her former lover was reason enough.
Chaos is coming.
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A ship crashed into the planet's surface. Mandos had discovered the shuttle was not one of their own, as had originally been thought. They had no idea who was inside. But after past experiences... they weren't going to take a chance. The shuttle's wreckage was aflame, a mess of mangled metal (heehee). No one thought that someone would have survived that. Eventually a team would be sent to investigate. It was only common sense to do so. When whoever touched down they would discover the corpses of nearly a dozen mercenaries. Closer inspection would reveal that only four died in the crash. The others? Their bodies were torn apart by some sort of monster. Blood trails would lead towards a river and a small cave system. What had done this? Why had it done so? All will be discovered in time, surely. 'Til then... heh. I'm sure you already know what happened.
[member="Xyhn-Drez"]
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There were now three holes in the wall. Blood was splattered around, as if someone had dipped their hand in a bucket of the liquid before flicking it about randomly. Not far from the truth, really. Still the sight was an odd one. Especially when one looked at the unconscious body not far away. A sleeping giant, of sorts. She too appeared to be doused with the crimson substance. On closer inspection one would discover that she was the source of it. Some dripped gently from her knuckles, while most came from chest and back wounds. Nothing in the area suggested foul play. It was more likely the woman had gone into a fit of rage, attempted to escape, and then ended up injuring herself. Anyone who knew her would know that it wouldn't be the first time that this had happened. Ever since her resurrection, the lass had been suffering from psychotic breaks. Moments where she remembered what she used to be... destroyed everything around her... The whole time she wouldn't stop crying. When she awoke she would return to normal. Unfortunately that wasn't much better. This time didn't seem much different from the last. As usual a few hours in a bacta tank would fix her right up. Physically, at least.
Internally she would still be a mess. More monster than man. Nothing new, of course. Her past was a painful one. It had lead to all of this messy nonsense. However... while a bad childhood explains bad behavior, it does not excuse it. What she has done in her two lifetimes is unforgivable. That was why not many would dare take her in. Only the Horde, a gathering of individuals bent on burning the galaxy, had offered her a place. Well, less offered her one than brought her back from the dead for the soul purpose of creating chaos. What they wanted was to take advantage of the horrors she went through- the effects of what she had done. Had they made a mistake in removing her memories? Or did their actions further fuel the flames? What would happen if she started to remember in the midst of a battle? Sometimes remembrance brought her migraines or breakdowns. Other times it brought her into an nearly unstoppable fury. She wouldn't stop until she passed out from blood loss or exhaustion. Oh, does this bother you? The fact they use her for their own devious wants? Perhaps it should. But maybe it is a part of life that has to be accepted. Some are merely cogs in the machine.
"What caused it this time?" A Vong beast handler asked his partner, scowling angrily. His companion shook his head before letting out a huff. "She remembered the time before her first demise. When Savan nearly died... Right after someone informed her about her 'mistress' being captured by the Mandalorians a while back." Savan was free now, thanks to the Horde and it's allies. But the idea of losing the one of the only people who cared for her... it made the Sithspawn sick to her stomach. Speaking of the spawn: You're probably wondering what her name is. Is it Blaire? The one who was quoted at the start of this? Nope. She is another, one who shares the mind of another pet of the Horde. This bloody lass was known as Ven'Rain Tritos Sekairo. Childe of the Stars, the Mad Merc, Chief Enforcer of Subach Innes, the Shattered Knight. Monstress. Abomination. Freak. And she was filled with a thirst for Mandalorian blood. For in this form she would take any excuse she had to shred flesh. The kidnapping of her former lover was reason enough.
Chaos is coming.
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A ship crashed into the planet's surface. Mandos had discovered the shuttle was not one of their own, as had originally been thought. They had no idea who was inside. But after past experiences... they weren't going to take a chance. The shuttle's wreckage was aflame, a mess of mangled metal (heehee). No one thought that someone would have survived that. Eventually a team would be sent to investigate. It was only common sense to do so. When whoever touched down they would discover the corpses of nearly a dozen mercenaries. Closer inspection would reveal that only four died in the crash. The others? Their bodies were torn apart by some sort of monster. Blood trails would lead towards a river and a small cave system. What had done this? Why had it done so? All will be discovered in time, surely. 'Til then... heh. I'm sure you already know what happened.
[member="Xyhn-Drez"]