Rebirth (Jacen/Artemisia)

[Writer]

LOCATION: Ira's Chambers, Coruscant, Iron Palace
MUSIC SELECTION: Death Eaters

[member="Jacen Cavill"]


The slender form of Darth Ira was confined in the barely lit chambers that were recently acquired for her on Coruscant, deep within the bowels of the Iron Palace. Her eyes remained closed as she harnessed the energies of the dark side, she could feel the pain of the planet, of it's people. The suffering and the agony that was created just by the presence of the Sith. It was overwhelming, it was enjoyable to say the least. An intoxication that could only be fulfilled by the darkness of the Force. She reached out to the minds of the citizens who walked about the daily routine, ignorant to the fact that the One Sith consumed the very souls of the neighbors or friends whenever they tempted to incite rebellion or mischief.

[SIZE=14pt]Fear[/SIZE]

She could sense an overwhelming abundance of fear and anxiety as the Sith Patrols passed by people, or would stop people on the streets and question them. Some would get away without harm, while others would be taken into custody and at times never to be seen again. She felt no mercy for them, she felt no pity. The weak must be eradicated to make room for the strong. She detested anything the Republic and the Jedi Order stood for, especially since they wiped her home clean from the slate of Metalorn. She could see again, the face of [member="Matsu Ike"] gleefully laughing as she casted her damned storms into her village. The obscured faces of the Republic troopers as they shot, pillaged and plundered. The Jedi Knights who followed, and the ones who beat her mercilessly.


[SIZE=14pt]Anger[/SIZE]

The room would start to shake lightly as the darkness swirled around her form. The anger building within her, as the energies of the Force ripping fixtures free from the wall and causing them to float rapidly around her form. As she focused on the memories of anger, she could feel the hatred swelling in her. The burning flame that encased her heart as she saw herself beaten and tortured in the bowels of the prison on Mobus. She felt the lashes against her body and her face. The feeling of the slimy spit of different beings upon her body, their sometimes cracked tooth cackle in her face. The objects floating around her began to bend and twist as she focused on the memories of the prison. Her hatred empowered her, made her stronger. The Force was well of power and she would take in that power and use it to crush the Republic and the Jedi Order.

[SIZE=14pt]Hate[/SIZE]

 

[Jacen Cavill]

LOCATION: Ira's Chambers, Coruscant, Iron Palace

Did Cavill mind the One Sith being on Coruscant, not really I guess. His thoughts hadn't centered on the casualties, or even all the destruction they had inflicted on the planet. All he had asked was that they leave his tower, and corresponding buildings alone in relative quiet so his business could carry on like usual. They had complied, and he had made sure to produce enough goods to keep them happy as they launched invasion after invasion. Did he want to join them, not really. They didn't do enough for him, and he didn't care enough about serving someone that he would just follow some faceless dark lord. No, if you wanted Darth Kryptus to follow you, you had better be man (or woman) enough to show your face.

It was why he listened to Rave Merrill, she wasn't the strongest but she had the guts to execute a plan.

With their forces still cleaning up Empress Teta, Coruscant was near barren. So waltzing in was what he had done, and no one had really tried to stop him. Who would argue with a man that stood two meters tall and had one of the most powerful darkside aura's in the galaxy? His yellow and red eyes looked sickly next to his pale flesh, and the fangs he had grown after his most recent experimentation had only enhanced his dark visage. Clad in his red, durasteel armor and wearing his black duster over it all only made him look that more menacing. Daesumnor was strapped to his back, with the gauntlets of Kressh and Moridin on his forearms. A lone lightsaber hilt was on his belt, along with a few other weapons and implements of torture. Inside one pocket was a blaster specifically designed to wipe peoples minds, and he had been firing it with great frequency of late. How much more can that man take, he wondered as he continued towards where Rave had told him to go.

Following the distinct essence in the Force he had been told to look for, he began to notice several things.

One, this person wasn't a paragon of the lightside energies he had expected. Two, they seemed to be fearful and angry. Why does she feel that way in the Force? What in the feth has happened to my target? Recalling the dossier with his perfect memory, he started to see several discrepancies as he reached further into his power. His boots echoed more and more as he went further and further towards his target. Realizing that he was walking into a vastly different situation, he embraced the darkness in a much different way from how the woman in the other room right in front of him was. There was no fear, only rage at the fact that he had to suffer beings weaker than himself. Sith poison flooded his veins as he tapped into his power and dark tendrils of Force energy wrapped around the door and the invisible hand easily ripped it off it's hinges.

He didn't feel fear or rage, he only embraced power.

"Aaralyn Rekali, I've come to kill you. It seems the days of the Jedi are numbered, you will share the same fate as Darron Wraith."

[member="Artemisia Vy Kar"]

 

[Writer]

Objects would clang to the ground, they scattered to the corners of the room as she opened her crimson-black eyes to [member="Jacen Cavill"] who stood in her doorway. "Now, that wasn't nice was it?" She mused, standing up to look at the discarded door and then the man before her. His bellowing was obnoxious, but she saw an absolute power resonating from this man that would earn her respect for the moment. His words though, would confuse her, an eyebrow raising in question. "You must be delirious, I know not either person of which you speak."

Oh this man was intriguing, he was emanating with raw hatred and power. An energy she could harness and use for her own self-gain and preservation, but she would have to play it cautious. He would no doubt lash out at her to try to show dominance or superiority, typical male fashion. She approached him cautiously with her hands clasped infront of her at her waist. Artemisia had no weapons of any kind, or any that one would be able to detect right off the bat. Her appearance was very innocent looking, her aura being appearing to be overwhelmed by that of [member="Jacen Cavill"], but deep within her burned a raging fire that was bucking against a cage. It was dying to be unleashed, a fury unending. The mere mention of Jedi caused her eye to twitch in irritation, even as she approached this man. A hand would come up and place itself upon his chest as she spoke softly. "I think we can work something mutually beneficial out, don't you?"

 

[Jacen Cavill]

"You must be delirious, I know not either person of which you speak."

Looking her up and down, he shook his head as he unsheathed Daesumnor. It's alchemized blade reflecting all light around it while making the room seem darker the second he pulled the weapon from its casing. "You must be absolutely crazy." Cold confidence laced his words as the darkside oozed from his soul and into his body. "You are the woman I was told to hunt." Everything about her matched with the physical dimensions, and her sudden change didn't really matter to him. Someone could break her spirit, and make her give in to her hate. That was all fine and dandy, but she didn't work for him, and that made her something no one wanted to be: a liability. Darkside infected eyes looked the area over for threats, and a smile crossed his face when he saw she was without weapons. Seems someone doesn't care too much about her life.

In a past life he might have admired her beauty, in the one after that he might have wanted her to join him. In this form, in his new life as a Sithspawn he only wanted one thing from her.

He wanted her dead.

"I think we can work something mutually beneficial out, don't you?"


"You're right, we sure can." Rage built up inside of him, and that fire carried itself through his muscle fibers. Heat built up in his spine, and began it's ascent up the vertebrae. Soon his cranium was aflame on the inside as the heat built up, and keeping his eyes open grew painful as he made himself the center of the galaxy. Rage and power flooded his senses as he caught a glimpse of his reflection. Too long had he been afraid of the monster that he thought the darkside was, only now did he realize he was the monster. Embracing that, his power only grew as the chains that bound him were released. Those eyes that were red and yellow began to glow a deep, dark red as the power built up. "You can die, and I'll take your head to those I work for."


Deadly sight shot forth from his eyes as he released his rage from such a short range.

[member="Artemisia Vy Kar"]

 

[Writer]

[SIZE=14pt]Pain….[/SIZE]

Laughable...

Why?

Because all she ever knew was [SIZE=14pt]Pain….[/SIZE]

All she knew her entire existence in which [member="Darth Isolda"] carefully crafted was nothing but pain and misery. She was the embodiment of anger, and now he had pissed her off. She could feel the effects of the deadly sight as it touched her, the burning sensation as she took a few steps back away from him, her skin showing signs of scalding. Little wisps of smoke would rise from her form as she laughed harshly, a maniacal laugh echoing through the corridors of the Iron Palace. "Such a waste..." The energies of the dark side burned within her, the poison which [member="Valik"] induced her through a simple cup of tea coursing through her veins. Absolute anger tearing apart the barriers in her mind, a surge of power unlike anything she had every experienced before rushing through the very core of her being. The blood within her veins turning black as darkness consumed her through anger. A reddish barrier would shimmer and crackle as the vision of death cast upon her by [member="Jacen Cavill"] would impale the barrier.

"You could have had so much more...you just don't know it." The objects she formerly destroyed began flying wildly around the room as the wisps of smoke continued to rise from her skin, slowly subsiding as she started speaking in a tongue that was of Vahl, her hand made simple motions and black wisps of energy began twirling and forming spear and sword like objects around her. Multiple objects of varying sizes and widths as she held her hand up above her head. And with a lazy flick of her hand, she unleashed the fury of weaponry upon the form of [member="Jacen Cavill"]. The objective was more than to impale, to slice and dice or perhaps rip some pieces of armor off and knock that behemoth of a sword away from him.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

[member="Artemisia Vy Kar"]

Her skin burned, but he couldn't keep up the blast forever. In battle one had to pick and choose what they did, this was merely his opener. To go in half-cocked against a Jedi Master, even one who didn't seem fully right was a fool's errand. Closing his eyelids as he took a battle stance, his feet firmly under him and properly balanced. Taking a two handed grip of Daesumnor in his hands, smoke rose from his eye lashes as he opened his lids. A small headache was setting in, but the woman before him stood, and she seemed a little angrier than any Jedi had any right to be. Could Rave have been wrong, was this some kind of trap. Those questions flashed across his mind as he felt her reach into the darkness. It wasn't fear that he felt, no that sensation had long left him. Hair stood up on the back of his neck as he felt power building in the room.

No, what he felt was anticipation.

Raising Daesumnor high above his head, he took his classic Djem-So stance. All hell broke loose promptly, and he had to prioritize. Most believed that Sith and Jedi were gods, and despite his own believe in his powers, he knew he couldn't stop everything. Focusing exclusively on the spears of midnight black that came flying at him, he let his blade become a blur as he swung the mighty work of Rave Merrilr around. Each construct was batted away and destroyed, it's power joining the blade. If only his power extended towards everything else in the room though. Books, tables, and other assorted items weren't on the list. So for everything that he knocked down, something else would come out of nowhere and hit him. The whole exercise was infuriating, and he could feel a thick substance running down as his nose as the onslaught stopped. Raising a gloved hand up, he looked at the almost black-colored substance, and his rage actually subsided. "She never said I couldn't change the plan."

Sheathing Daesumnor, he crossed the distance and walked around the woman before him. "If you aren't the Jedi I was sent to hunt. Who are you?" Curiosity laced his words, and his casual demenaour showed just how cold he was. If you weren't the opposition, you were an asset, and he was contemplating what to do with her now.

 

[Writer]

[SIZE=14pt]Anger…[/SIZE]

"I...."

Images flashed through her mind causing her to wince for a second. "I..." The room's aura began to subside as she took a few steps back from [member="Jacen Cavill"]. "I don't..." There was anxiety building up in her chest as the anger faded, her eyes going dark again, the red aura from her iris's glowing. "I am..." She looked around frantically, who was she? A wayward hand came to her lip as she bit down on her own fingers. "Artemisia?" She questioned herself as she took a few more steps back, closer to the transparisteel window. "Anger.." She looked up at Cavill with eyes that contained a deep confusion and fear of the unknown. "Sword of the Goddess?" She began weeping, crimson streaks of blood running down her cheeks slowly. They would drip from her jawline as she stared at him.

[SIZE=14pt]beware. . .[/SIZE]


"The Jedi...you're one of them, aren't you!?" She cried out and held her hands up towards Cavill as he was a few steps away. "No, don't! Leave me alone!" Her hands quickly came up to her head as she gripped her hair tight, clenching her eyes shut and squeezing out a few more droplets of blood stained tears...and suddenly the room went to hell.

[SIZE=14pt]She screamed…[/SIZE]

It was an unstable scream of fear and unrelenting anger that was pent up within the very fiber of her being. The Scream of the Ssurian echoed through the room at the very form of [member="Jacen Cavill"]. As the sound energy exploded from her, it would shatter the transparisteel window behind her, bend metal and break up marble in it's wake. An unrelenting torrent of god awful sound that would impact him with the force of a dozen waves unless he protected himself.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

Whatever confusion was emanating from her suddenly changed as she backed away from him, fear rolling off of her in waves. His quick evaluation of her was over with, and he had already deemed it time to recruit her. Rave would adapt, or she would kill this converted Jedi when the time was right. Either way, they had gained an ally for the foreseeable future. That devilish smile crossed his face as he saw the moment in his mind, it crystallized as vividly as the moment he destroyed Darron Wraith. She's going to just jump at my offer, and I can burn worlds with her at my side.

Then she fethed it all up.

"AHHHHH!!"

That damn scream was enhanced with the Force, and thank the maker he wasn't human anymore. Where a human would have been holding the ruins of his eardrums, his entire head just vibrated rather painfully. His face contorted with pain, and his knees buckled from the shock, bringing him further down. All two hundred and fifty pounds of his two meter tall frame crashed down for a moment as he was forced to stare at the stone floor. Finding his focus, his rage, he closed everything else off. Where the pain was, only the fiery embers of his rage could be felt as the protective barrier formed around him. Blood ran down the sides of his face, but he could still thankfully hear. In that cold moment as he stood to his feet, clarity came to him, and the path before him was clear.

Kryptus walked up to her simply, and his left hand gripped her throat. His supernatural, Force-enhanced strength making his grip unbreakable. Leaning in, he wiped away some of the bloody tears on her face as he simply tried to calm her. He never did bear down with his hand, he simply kept her still. "Shh, it's alright. I don't care who you were, I merely care who you are now. You are safe, and I am no Jedi I can promise you that."

That was about the only thing he would ever be honest about.

[member="Artemisia Vy Kar"]

 

[Writer]

Her scream stopped abruptly as [member="Jacen Cavill"] grabbed her up and lifted her a few inches off the floor, although she wasn't choked, she gasped suddenly in surprise.


[SIZE=12pt]Fear...[/SIZE]


Both hands coming up to grab his left wrist as she attempted to struggle against his grip. She felt the anger coursing through her veins again, the Sith poison releasing from her glands once more, unleashing a torrent of black liquid into her body as she began to claw away at his armored hand. "Let me go...." Again, more struggling and violent trashing as she gripped tighter against the armored clad wrist. "The Jedi are all lies! Deceitful!" Her eyes started to glow that bright red as the poison coursed deeper through her body. The power beginning to churn through her being. "I barely know who I am anymore, you've beaten me enough..."

[SIZE=12pt]Anger[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]…[/SIZE]

She could feel it boiling and brewing, asking to be unleashed again. Clarity coming to her mind as she saw the face of the Eye of the Dark Lord, she saw [member="Darth Isolda"] comforting her and telling her everything would be alright and she would be avenged against the Jedi who killed her family. She could feel the embrace of the flames of the Dark Lord against her flesh, the darkness consuming her once more. She pleaded for his aid against this man trying to soothe her, but why? "Why should I not fight you? You represent everything that has been against me my whole life!"

 

[Jacen Cavill]

[member="Artemisia Vy Kar"] was beginning to look less like a converted Sith, and more like a woman on drugs. Though, these weren't the usual drugs that one could find on the street. In fact, he had seen these side effects long ago. Those had been the days when he had been afraid, when he had been terrified of the monster within himself. Ashin Varanin herself had suggested the drug to him, though only as a means of truly taking down your opponents. What it had done to her body had been horrible, and he had seen the damage first hand himself. Which made it all the more obvious when he noticed it's effects working on the woman he was trying to soothe right in front of him. She was displaying all of the symptoms of someone who had taken far too high of a dose.

Hell, he would know . He had Sith poison forever in his body.

"Shh, I'm not a Jedi. I'm a Sith Lord, and you are of the darkside as well. It seems you've been poisoned though, and I can actually help you with that." This was about to get very awkward, and there was nothing he could do about it. Valik's experimentation on him had produced many favorable results. The first was the fact that his bones were even more durable than before, and he could deflect lightsaber blades with them. His canines had grown much more pronounced, and his adrenal glands now produced Sith poison. What had made that last bit so fascinating was that his body had naturally developed immunities to it so that it could exist within him unless toxic amounts within his system due to rage. His very saliva was the cure for her madness, and it dawned on him.

So, he leaned down and gave her the cure for her madness. It was an emotionless kiss, but at least it would snap her out of her madness.

 

[Writer]

Madness..?



She was not of any madness, this man was madness and she didn't like it. In fact, it only pressed her anger as he leaned in to try to kiss her. She moved her face from the embrace, turning her cheek to face him, his kiss would fall upon her flesh but nothing more. She wasn't done yet though, an art which she remembered from the core of her mind, one which would help her maneuver out of this grip in order to save herself and get away from this madman.



The ley-lines of darkness that she saw through the Force crossed everywhere in the room, small points adorned various places of his armor. These points, much like any other shatterpoint were easy enough to exploit and exploit she would. Upon the very wrist that held her, was a shatterpoint to which she brought both hands down and forced enough Force energy downwards in an explosive manner. Should the shatterpoint succeed, his armor across his arm would explode into a dozen pieces and he would release her form.



How hard and which direction he released her, well that was another story....


[member="Jacen Cavill"]