Private My My, Mercy for Me?

[Boe]

SOMEWHERE NEVER TO BE FOUND...

Boe was bored.

Bored because she woke up in a holding cell made from Force Dead bones, suspended by a rope made from Terentatek hide, over a several hundred-foot pit, with Force-eating Sithspawn at the bottom.

The last thing the witch remembered was harassing some Sith Lord who stole her things - things that remained missing, much to her confusion and annoyance. Not because they were missing again, but because she could feel them nearby, taunting her with their presence, but far, far out of reach.

Of course, she wasn't alone at all during this time. Boe had her friend, that beautiful voice in the Force that spoke to her as familiarly as... well, family. It knew her, she knew it. They were derived from the same source. At times, it was difficult for Boe to remember which one of them she was; maybe she was both? Or one, then the other? The reverse order? Hard to say.

What mattered was that the voice told her it would be okay. The voice knew someone strong, someone powerful, someone who wasn't afraid of anything. That was good, because fear to Boe was as ysalamiri to vornskr: unavoidable appetite. And one had reason to fear this place, should they know its master. Of course, he was gone now, and Boe doubted anyone else knew about it, given the lack of guards or visitors.

She looked down.

Well, except for the Force Eaters...

"Oh, I do hope your friend comes soon," Boe said to the Voice.

Mercy

 

[Mercy]

Boe

Mercy didn't know whose prison she was breaking open, but even if she had, it wouldn't have mattered.

The pretty ghost-woman was visiting her every so often. Each time with the same query in mind. It had started right after the Galactic Kaggath had wrapped up and continued until now. The only reason Mercy hadn't yanked that infernal eye out of her arm was that Anja was polite about her insistence.

The visions led her to a stretch of Sith Space that had been thrown in chaos. On purpose.

Shâsot Laime they called it. Mercy wasn't fluent in Sith, so she had no idea what it meant, but since the disappearance of the Emperor it was a stretch of territory were the Legions no longer put down rebellions. The law of the strongest applied only. This appealed to Mercy, who was rather biased by virtue of being physically imposing.

Just to carve her way into the prison of her visions she had to get through several Sith. Petty Lords and bosses who though they could create a fledgling kingdom out of this chaos. Mercy welcomed the challenge.

Eventually however an explosion rocked the prison Boe was in at its very foundations.

An alarm went off a moment after.

Mercy had entered the prison proper now.

 

[Boe]

Mercy

Boe looked up. There was a faint bang, and her dangling cell shook just a little. Okay, so she was at the bottom of this place.

The witch was unaware that they kept her in a cave system within a dormant volcano. The entrance above was covered by an old mining facility, since repurposed into a secret prison... really, it was more like a collection of biological curiosities. Kept until the day they held purpose... or were discarded.

Such serious thoughts were unavailable to Boe, however. She hadn't a clue why she was down here, and didn't stop to consider it. Right now, her full attention was on the commotion above. It grew louder. Her cell shook more every minute. Whatever - or whoever - was responsible made their approach.

She grinned a little, chuckled euphorically under her breath.

"Oh... Is it your friend?"

The Force sang its promises to her. She would be delivered from this place.

Of course, getting to her would be the easy part. Retrieving her from a Force Dead cage, held by Force Immune rope, aloft a pit of Force Eating monsters? Whatever was the graceless Titan to do?