Private Ominous Gift

[Lord Creuat]

B L A C K G U A R D
Capris Halcyon
MIRIAL​

No matter how much one healed the trauma still remained. Scars were a reminder of what once was and always changed the nature of one's person, or even an entire world itself. Mirial still carried a hurt long ago during the carnage between the Silver Jedi and the Sith Empire. Both religions did a disservice to the planet, escalating to the act when the Jedi unleashed a wall of light that decimated a portion of the population and harmed the area's ecosystem. So devastating that the planet was at war with itself; a struggle between light and dark.

The Dark Side Elite secluded himself from the locals, meditating in a small cavern filled with lignan crystals. This place and others were branded with the dark side from the brutal carnage it suffered from its previous stewards. A forbidden place decreed by Mirialan elders, but a place of banishment for those who accepted the power of the dark side.

He awaited for her; the one that was dreamt by the Son of the Sword. Creuat was obsessed with Kyric, ordered by his master to capture him alive and be brought before him. Only the Emperor had the final verdict of the boy.

Become his Hand, or die.

It was upsetting and humiliating that his efforts did not give him the results he yearned, but perhaps there was another angle to all of this. He had probed Kyric's mind once and discovered the people he loved the most.

Talin Treicolt

Tansu Treicolt
​

Auteme​

Damien Dooku​

But there was one that was the apple of his eyes.

As Kyric's subconscious was haunted by Creuat's persona, so did this girl but with other images. Beckoned to come to him on Mirial and be free what weighed her mind.

 

[Capris Halcyon]

Hedron​

The call had been largely the same. The same cold fingers needling at her shoulder–the same vanishing act they played in the time it took to turn her head. The same dull, steady ache that spared neither her body or mind. She'd fought it once before only to cave like a straw house. Clearly she hadn't gotten much stronger since then.

Capris stood at the threshold of the cave, body holding the same tension of a wild cat. The dark was alive here, snapping like a live wire. Ready to kill or electrify. The girl crept forward at the invitation.For better, or more likely for worse, Sinestra had stayed with her all these years. The cobwebs she'd spun cocooned her ears in whispers. Of abandonment. Of betrayal. And worst, belonging. The mirialan had found that shivering half-sunk visage balled up in her chest and gently pried it out. Through hell fire maybe, but at temperatures this low what did it matter. The Light in all its gentle flickers had never been such a comfort to her. In fact, there was nothing quite as natural as the blistering hate and venom that came alive the moment her eyes set on him.

Crueat.

He sat in a certain repose, like how one might wait for a guest or prey. Eyes red. Still. Like a predator who knew they'd already won. There was hunger too. For control. For access. For Kyric.

The reminder had her wincing. She'd tried not to think of him till now, to not imagine his disappointment at her being here.

"I should kill you." The girl said coolly, almost even enough not to betray the cord of anxiety. "For what you did to him."

Behind her and all around, the crystals dimmed and surged. She'd dreamt of this place, interspersed between nightmares of planets burning. Of Kyric screaming. Of a bloodied hand etched with runes.

Curiosity or perhaps fear kept her from acting on her more base instincts at that moment. The nautlon would definitely look better with a spire of ice skewered through the throat, but she had her questions first.

"Kyric won't come for me here." It was like she bit out the words. "You should know that before you go congratulating yourself on a job well done." Tawny eyes thinned in scrutiny. "Why bring me here of all places?"

Lord Creuat

 

[Lord Creuat]

B L A C K G U A R D
Capris Halcyon
MIRIAL​

The caverns glowed and dimmed with negative energy, but not by Creuat’s emotions but by the girl. The longer she remained the more addictive it could be to Capris.

Guilt.

Anger.

Fear.

A gluttony of emotions the Dark Side craved and begged for more. A troubled girl like her was a perfect vessel to empower with this aspect of the Force.

"Kyric won't come for me here." It was like she bit out the words. "You should know that before you go congratulating yourself on a job well done." Tawny eyes thinned in scrutiny. "Why bring me here of all places?"

He smirked at her attempt of words, allowing her to have this false sense of pride. “It is not that hard to find the boy, my dear. He naturally yearns the fight much like his father. It’s not uncanny how alike he and his father are, but there are dark aspects to such nobility,” his web of lies and truths began to spun, his intent to make Capris doubt everything she had believed about Kyric.

“I believe, however, there can be a mutual understanding between us. You’ve yet to realize how important you are, Capris. Much potential and a promised future of your design only to risk it all on a boy.”

The Nautolan stood up, red orbs softly gazing at Capris. “I know what you desire and I can help you with little to ask from you,” it would be futile for her to deflect and play ignorant. “What you think of Kyric he will not reciprocate back to you, but there is another of importance ripped from you who love you unconditionally,” she knew whom he spoke of. Someone of kin, an irreplaceable bond.

Brother.

 

[Capris Halcyon]

The use of her name thistled against her neck like thorns. A slight burn, but manageable. Certainly in comparison to the swell of darkness cording through her ribs like ivy. So much anger and hurt and venom coiling inside and such an excellent punching bag offered up in front of her.

And yet she listened.

"Promise" and "future" were words she rarely, if ever, made an association with. Hell, without Kyric swooping in the way he did, they might not have even been part of her vocabulary. The only other time she'd felt a flutter of self-actualization outside of that had been by Sinstera's manipulations. So at the given moment, yeah, risking it all on a boy sounded like the correct option.

And yet she listened.

Her eyes took on a hard glint as he mentioned Kyric again. Deep down, somewhere in the twitching remains of her logic and reason, she knew the Son of the Sword's feelings were as true as her own. Placed in the wrong person, certainly, but true nonetheless. And if all it took was standing in a dark, damp room for her resolve to weaken, for evil to settle in her bones– maybe she would never deserve his affection.


She had to wonder at this point what her motive even was. That her search for her brother was actually anything more than some childish attempt to crawl back to a past that no longer existed. Before she became this jagged and cruel and swamped in machinations of the dark. "Little to ask of me." She scoffed. "Last time someone made an offer like that to me, all I got out of it was two years of crippling guilt and funnily enough–still no brother."

"You have nothing to offer me but regret." This time it came out a hiss, one that promised violence as her hand drew back and her tattoos took on a faint glowing hum.

Lord Creuat

 

[Lord Creuat]

B L A C K G U A R D
Capris Halcyon
MIRIAL​

Like a heartbeat the fluorescent crystals glowed and dimmed, but they brightened more than previously. She was doubtful, yet still stood her ground and resisted the Sith’s temptations. All was not lost, however, it was all a matter on breaking her equilibrium and have her accept her darker side.

Pushing or pulling would not persuade her; an open, inviting hand to guide her would be sufficient.

“Sinestra did not lie to you,” he stated, using that as a foundation to earn an ounce of her trust. “Her words were cryptic, but she gave you the tools and vision to find what you seek. You’ve known, but you need to see deeper than what is shown.”

"You have nothing to offer me but regret."

His hands reached inside of his robes and presented a crystal. Hers to keep, but the crystal would not accept her willingly. She had to bend its will; make it submit to her command and assume the role of its master. The same crystal the Nautolan used for his own lightsaber.

“The gift of power, Capris. Power to save your loved ones and overcome what obstructs you.”

A small gesture of his hands to beckon the girl to him and take the crystal. Ignorant dogmas took a hostile approach to this power, and why? In the dark many found strength and knowledge, enriching themselves and releasing their chains from the opinions of a collective group.

“Take it, it’s yours. You can choose to remain a slave to the expectations of others.”

“Or take the measures to avenge your past and fulfill your destiny. No one else will construct the future you want, Capris, but you yourself.”

“The choice is yours.”

 

[Capris Halcyon]

A breath passed through her lungs, then another. The crystals, with cruel irony, betrayed the erratic beat of her heart-- a rhythm set by the words power to save loved ones and furthered by remain a slave.

"You're trying to sell this as freedom." Her voice was barely a ghost, featherlike as if the words couldn't hit like she intended them to. "But all I see if another cage." Her gaze flickered down to the crystal in his hand, calling to her like a siren song. Something in her jaw tightened painfully, "You also say this is a choice, but what happens if I try to walk out? Or do the universe a net-positive and Idon'tknow kill you dead?"

Not that she really could. Sure even she had admit to the touch of arrogance embedded in her every word and action, but this was power which wholly surpassed hers. She wasn't dense enough not to see it. And wasn't that the whole reason she'd been tempted by Sinestra in the first place? She was born weak and suffered the consequences--breakable flesh and bone and soft tissue that no amount of snark or bloodied knuckles could properly shield. Creuat certainly didn't feel as helpless of she did, sitting with that stupid, fething unbothered look on his face.

Unlike her, he wasn't a passive spectator as his other half faced evil and death so regularly that they were more scar than man.

Another moment passed where she didn't say anything.

"Fight me." It was sudden, and stupid but entirely sincere. As if delivering on the statement, the runes of her skin darkened to a blood red. "I'll take the crystal if I lose and then use it to kill to you properly."

Lord Creuat

 

[Lord Creuat]

B L A C K G U A R D
Capris Halcyon
MIRIAL​

Her stubbornness would act like a double edged sword against Capris. She was so stubbornly determined to foil Creaut, and yet she was so stubbornly determined to free herself from the limitations of her weakness to not fail her loved ones.

What weighed more?

Her hatred for the Nautolan? Or her fear for the Sword and her brother? It mattered not, the conflict within her satiated the Dark Side flowing through them. He was about to speak to tug her heartstrings, but she stopped the his words at the tip of his tongue.

"Fight me."

The challenge surprised him. It made raise his brows from his unbothered face, considering Capris’ challenge for a moment. It didn’t take long to make a decision.

“I accept.”​

He discarded the black robes, leaving only a black set of tunic apparel. He did not reach for his lightsaber, and why should he? She was not some sort of dangerous threat to him. No, he would fight her with his fists and prove he was just as unforgiving with a lightsaber as well as his prowess in the arts of the Dark Side. The martial styles of unarmed combat he learned in the Jedi Temple were enhanced and distorted to be more aggressive and violent.

The Executor did not wait for the girl to strike first. No…he ran towards her in a blink of an eye with a kick meant for the abdomen. The cave illuminated brighter, the crystals content with the display of fury from the two.

 

[Capris Halcyon]

He didn't grab for his lightsaber, which was…probably a bad sign.

Instinct burned her veins fast enough for her to twist sideways, the kick glancing off her ribs instead of breaking them in. The pain was there though. Hot, brilliant, and annoying. She clenched her teeth to keep an expletive shut in and extended her arm out. Runes glittered vengefully and so did the spear of ice forming in her hand.

A pause. A consideration. A sigh.

Capris let the spear melt to water and click against the crystal-littered ground. He wanted to do this like two street fighters itching for cash and adrenaline? She'd indulge.

Something evil in her missed the arena.

Knees, knuckles, elbow; every sharp edge she could cut him open with. Her boots dug into earth as she shifted weight. Then a lunge- low and aimed for his knee. A quick dirty break and it would be much easier to kick every single one of his rib in. She snapped her fist towards his jaw the next moment, runes flaring and dark energy coiling through palm like a snapping wire.

Lord Creuat

 

[Lord Creuat]

B L A C K G U A R D
Capris Halcyon
MIRIAL​

He did not want this fight to end too fast. Any other circumstance he would, but this was different. He’d drag it out as much as he could until she felt desperate. Despair often betrayed one’s principles and provoked them to take extreme measures. The Sith wanted to drive her to that point, and when she did he was sure she’d accept the power of the Dark Side.

The Nautolan braved the lunged, his leg checked Capris’ and felt his quad bruising. The punch stung, though he was not unfamiliar to the pain. Countless battles he faced and such attack was the least he was concerned with. She would have the satisfaction of blood painting his teeth.

And now the pendulum would swing back to her, but harder.

There was grace in his movement when he stepped forward albeit ironic with how aggressive his style. From his momentum came a spinning back kick aimed for her face. Perhaps a bit of spilled blood would encourage her to take a step further to her descent.

 

[Capris Halcyon]

Nothing fed the soul more than feeling a hit land and coming back with blood to show for it. She'd gut this man is she could, not feel an ounce of remorse in it. She didn't have the patience or savvy to break him any other way. Violence was a simple, universal language.

So when her face snapped back, body following, her limbs were already alight with retribution. Capris grunted, working her jaw as her hearing spun and bucked. There was blood. Lots of it. Most trailing from her nose and the rest from fresh sliced skin under an eye. Oxygen cycled through her chest in starved heaves as she watched Creuat-- spitting out a congealing wad of blood his way the next moment.

And then she lunged again, attempting something stupid like a tackle. She didn't care he was bigger and taller and far more of a tank. She wanted at his face. To claw, bite, tear, leave a tigerish mess where is eyes sockets were. The dark hummed in approval.

"You're a fething monster." She spat, blood dribbling from her mouth, "Your mother should've smothered you." Her fist came down at him, uncoordinated, trying to hit where ever it could. "Why-" A crack in the voice, surprisingly sob-like,"Why did you break him."

Lord Creuat
Kyric cause she's having a breakdown

 

[Lord Creuat]

B L A C K G U A R D
Capris Halcyon
MIRIAL​

He did not need the Force to sense her emotions. No, his tentacles were enough to gauge her. She craved violence to satiate her unchecked rage. She was falling for his gambit.

The dark, ominous grin appeared with sulfur orbs unnerving when she tackled him. Every strike she unleashed fed to the dark. All the pain he felt manifested into strength, although this was nothing compared to whatever teachings Darth Solipsis had for the Executor. There were small cackles, but ignored by the fury blinding her.

"Why-" A crack in the voice, surprisingly sob-like,"Why did you break him."

How pathetic.

It was now to put a stop at her tantrum, his face bruised and clawed with noticeable red marks. Some marks did bleed slightly, small drops of blood. A invisible grip would enclose around her neck, the Force at the bidding of Creuat. Capris would know what it meant to be powerless…then again, that was the story of her life.

“He was weak, child. Weak and pathetic…like you,” she now was suspended in the air, still that grip ensnaring around her throat. How did it feel to be in this position? But there was one way to escape, and all she had to do was take it and bend the Force to her own perversion.

“And I will continue to break him, humiliate him. And you? You will only bear witness to his screams and distorted body, knowing you could have saved him but couldn’t for your lack of strength. And like your brother, you will fail Kyric and live with the guilt.”

 

[Capris Halcyon]

She felt her body lift like a rag doll, toes scrapping the rock floor a few precious moments until she was just kicking air. It was easy to panic, to let the slow drip feed of carbon dioxide in her system containment her mind. She snarled, hands futilely grasping at the invisible snare looped around her neck.

Weak child.

Capris bit, teeth gnashed together like a vacuum seal. The enamel worked into parts of her cheek until all she could taste was iron. There were still tears in her eyes from before, only worsening under the new strain. All the way up here, defenseless, staring down at a being more powerful and vicious than herself-- it could be said he made a convincing argument. Maybe she couldn't save Kyric or anyone for that matter. Not a huge suprise considering her track record.

The girl looked ugly, streaked with blood and tears as her limbs stopped fighting.

Stars glittered her vision, the world caved and vexed, and out the corner of her eye an amorphous blob of sienna and brown took form. Maybe the oxygen deprivation had already stretched her tired mind its limits, but she could've sworn that was Muja. Calm, steady, immovable Muja. The first person she'd ever failed to the spectacular degree enjoyed by her brother and Kyric..

Capris felt a sudden wash of calm like she'd been stabbed with a tranquilizer. Maybe this was what brushing up against the veil felt like.

What a stupid way to die.

It was then her runes deepened to a sudden, alarming blood-like red as the crystals around the whined in some horrific choir of metal against concrete. The screech grew and grew into a crescendo until it seemed to shake the earth beneath them, a pressure point settling between the two until it split the ground and sent shards of rock to cut and slice where they could.

Lord Creuat