Recreation

[Onrai]

[member="Silara Vantai"]

They had met. They had grown close. And now it was time for some selective tinkering to be done to the recently reforged Sith Battlelord. She was taller. Stronger. More monstrous. But these sacrificed form and grace, things Circe wanted to make sure any partner of hers had. Thus, she had invited the woman to a special location on board her Cyracuse-class Drone Carrier.

It was time for a modicum of alchemy.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Though at one time Silara was a woman of modest height and an almost immodest figure she was now a rather tall, almost lumbering even, being with an impressive amount of strength in proportion to how thin and lithe she was. Though she was nearing seven feet tall now, having reached the end of the effects that becoming a Sith Battlelord would cause, Silara had been offered council with [member="Enigma"] for a much wanted alteration, one which would return her physical stature to how it had been prior, perhaps even make her appearance better than it had been. Though she was much into the very specific branch of Sith magic regarding sithspawn, she lacked much knowledge on the alchemical side of the spectrum and was extremely thankful for her new close friend having offered her help. Aboard the drone carrier, happily out of prying eyes and ears, she smiled weakly to the brunette and made a short wave. "It's good to see you again, I was a little worried about you for a while." The blonde conceded, eyeing the woman with relief. There was no hiding the attraction she held for her, but she was too respectful of the relationship she'd found out about to try to push for anything.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Silara Vantai"]

The Sith Lady in question gave a smile to the stellar woman who came before her . The thoughts of the ritual DH had to endure - alchemy, being drained of blood while her compatriots walked back and forth in the pool - it was quite malignant to her form. She looked less than gorgeous, and Circe intended to change that.

"And a hello to you too, my sweet." She couldn't help but chortle once hearing of the opportunity. such alchemy had been performed previously using energy crystals and an injection of DNA - but in this situation, such was likely going to be less effective. While Ven had been Sithspawn, Silara was a completely different type of creation overall. "I don't know if this will work. The last time I tried it, I had a DNA sample in concert with energy crystals. It will hurt, but if I am correct, you will become normal in appearance once more."

The DNA in question was from a mix of forms - a slight fragment of Balaya's, a scrape off a Spencer Jacobs cloned skin sample, and some of Circe's body's own DNA. Were the serum successful, the only real differences for Silara from her original form would be an inch or two of height, a larger bust, and a slightly more noticeable musculature. Her true strength would not be visible.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Perhaps she didn't show it, maybe she didn't let herself feel it, but she was both uneasy and glad. On one hand, she had the possibility of something going terribly wrong and having to resort to changing her figure in a more .. grotesque way, while on the other she could finally return to active social parties and such without sending her human-replica droid in her stead. Regardless, Silara listened to the brief statement that [member="Enigma"] had made and smiled. Her unease, or at least uncertainty, was shared; although this would generally completely unseat her confidence, there was something about the moment that allowed her to accept her circumstances. Maybe it was because, for once, she was vulnerable - and unlike most Sith such vulnerability was an attractive, though dangerous, feeling. "I trust you. It can't be much more painful than the ritual [member="Darth Praelior"] put me through, and I'll be rid of my .. untoward features." She replied plainly, not knowing what else to say. Though she understood the general idea of what would be done, she was still unaware of the specifics.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Silara Vantai"]

"It will be painful, however." She frowned, not wanting it to hurt so badly. "I suppose that it can't get worse than the Battlelord ritual." A smile on her face, she moved to explain what she intended to do. "I will chain you up and impale your hands and feet with energy crystals. Once that is done, you will be injected with a genetic solution of specially sorted genes, properly alchemized as to interact with the magic of the crystals. The crystals and the serum will react with one another as I focus Dark Side energy into your body, meaning that your flesh will accept what you are and will, within a half-hour's time, return you to your original form."

She paused. "And once that happens... I would like to talk about these emotions leaking from you."

 

[Ellie Mors]

She nodded, vaguely aware of the pain - not that the pain wasn't going to bother her, she simply accepted it, although the notion of being essentially crucified was not in her top ten ideas of having fun either. "I think I can handle the pain. If I can't, that's what chains are for, right?" She commented with a weak sense of humor, trying to find something a bit more elating than the current events. There were several things that she planned to do after this process, one of which involved a long night of unwinding with a glass of wine and a good book. Or maybe just sleep and painkillers if it hurt as much as she expected it to. Following the brunette along, she wondered if life would be 'normal' again. It was kind of odd and out of place for a Sith to think of such trivial things, and she almost half-hoped that [member="Enigma"] would somehow know what she was thinking and lash out at her for her moment of weakness, but for some reason .. she found a strange comfort in the vulnerability. Maybe it was just biology trying to make her look for her proverbial mate, and maybe she was looking for one, or maybe she had some sort of hormonal imbalance - either way, anyone who seemed to be even the slightest bit more powerful than her were starting to become extremely attractive to her, and not simply physically either. Part of her wondered if Circe would kill her if the opportunity presented itself to her. A smaller part of her felt a sense of pain, perhaps some regret as well, for even thinking about - probably because she knew it would be true. While she waited a weak smirk would come across her lips thinking of all this, as if she found humor in the morbidity of it all - resigning herself to never being anything more than just a fling to the brunette. Second-rate garbage, really.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Silara Vantai"]

"Well... I'm not like most Sith. I care about you, Silara. Greatly. And I don't want to see you hurt." She sighed, frowning and looking the Sithspawn woman over. "I know that might be somewhat hard to understand, and believe me, it's caused me trouble before... But I always believed it's best to truly grow close to your..." Which now raised another question.

Stepping forward, she moved to help Silara get situated in the chains. "What do you think of me? Do you consider me a friend? A master? A lover? What sort of attraction do you have towards me?"

 

[Ellie Mors]

[member="Enigma"]'s sudden choice of words perhaps more heightened her anxiety than anything else, much less frighten her. She had practically read her expression like a book, interpreting her feelings as words. Keeping silent to listen to what the woman had to say as she laid back, Silara couldn't help but feel helplessly torn as to how to respond once she questioned her feelings. Were she to confess her attraction, then be taken advantage of, or would she do so and be genuinely accepted on mutual terms. Perhaps this was what being a Sith was, constantly watching every move everyone would ever possibly make with such paranoia and intrigue that eventually one would be driven mad - or maybe it was all in her head and she was already cracked, insane, and paranoid. In all of this her response culminated in another weak smile. "I wish we could be lovers, I do, but I feel it isn't to be." She explained, not entirely sure that a "it isn't you, it's me" speech would possibly benefit her while she was being chained. "Perhaps friends, equals, but I have heard of your relationship situation. I can't come between you and your significant other." Silara continued, not wanting to simply shut down the brunette without a proper explanation. In all honesty, if it were anyone else, she would likely have ignored the pre-existing relationship and entered an affair with the woman, but in this instance it was not what she was looking for. Not with her, anyways.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Silara Vantai"]

"And why do you say it isn't meant to be?" She finished cuffing the woman's arms, now moving to her legs. "After all, you looked like an absolutely delicious little morsel the moment I first laid eyes on you. And when I'm done... you will again." It was then that she pulled out the crystals in question - crystals full of Force Energy.

"I'm sorry I'm going to have to do this to you."

 

[Ellie Mors]

For a moment she contemplated her own reasoning, or lack thereof, in the decision to keep her distance from the brunette as far as their friendship went. However her resolved was steeled and she resisted the urge to dismiss her thoughts. "I've decided... I'm going to dedicate myself to ancient research and texts, holocrons, and rituals. Surely you won't want to be with someone who won't come home for months at a time?" She replied, letting out a sigh. "And.. I believe I am being groomed for something within the One Sith. What it is, I am unsure, but I am certain it will require me to cut off all ties with anyone I could possibly care about." Silara continued, not quite going as far into detail on either of the two subjects as she probably could, but didn't let on that she knew anything else either. Once [member="Enigma"] revealed the crystals to be used for the ritual she let a small hint of a smile to twist the corners of her lips as she closed her eyes and awaited the pain. "If the time came, I don't think I could bring myself to kill you if you were my master, Pandeima." She whispered, her brow softening. She couldn't resist it any longer, the burning sensation at the back of her throat was too much and she opened one of her eyes slightly. "I... I have conflicts with myself about you, about us. I want you, I really do, but I know you already have someone. And I hate that I feel like this, that I.. obsess about something to this point. You're my weakness, one of them at least, but I can't bring myself to cut you off. I can't just..." Silara rambled on, her voice faltering and words trailing off.

In perhaps the most daring gambits she'd yet to experience, Silara opened both of her eyes briefly, the yellowed silver of her irises exuding the most longing of emotions - those which were projected like windows to her soul, showing better than the feelings she gave off with the force. "I want to be yours, alone. I also want you to be.. to be mine..but I know it can't happen." She breathed, her chest heaving as perspiration manifested on her cheeks as they blushed. "If you just want a physical relationship... I'd be open to it, I would.. If you wanted everything from me, and more, I'd give you my s-soul." The Vahla continued, following a hard swallow. This woman must think her insane - rightfully so - with her ramblings. She was speaking as a woman obsessed over a crush, a dangerous crush at that. "I just... I.." A brief pause and she closed her eyes as her expression became pained. "Chaos take me, I just karking love you, but I'm afraid you'll cut me off and forget about me, after giving me so much insight to your identity as a Sith. I must sound like I'm delirious, a raving lunatic. You probably just don't care... I wouldn't blame you." Silara said in a loud outburst. It felt good to get it off her chest, but her heart raced with worry, anxiety. Pandeima had made it clear that she would have one of the three - Silara, Pandeima, and her apprentice - die to secure the rule of two through battle. What would be easier than killing a chained woman whom was entirely helpless before a Sith Lord? Her eyes closed again and she waited for it all to go black. She'd either die, something a little extreme, even for her paranoid psyche, or she'd be experimented on yet again.

 

[Onrai]

As she took the first crystal and shoved it into the left palm of Silara, she smiled. "Be with someone who's away for months at a time... I haven't seen Ashe for much longer than that, Silara. I know that regardless of what the One Sith has planned for you - be ye Dark Lord or sentient sacrifice - will never result in your leaving me." She paused, moving to the other palm and shoving the next crystal into it. "Truthfully, Silara, if the time came that you failed me as an apprentice, and I was to execute you - I sincerely have doubts that I would be able to take my lightsaber and run you through with it." Then came the third crystal, into the left foot. "I have always considered myself to be open and accepting to any whose love for me is true and steadfast. Your partaking of this weakness is something I have always appreciated, after all. And your obsession is... pleasant, to say the least."

Crystal number four, into the right foot. "You want to be mine, and I want to be yours. I see little wrong with this. While a physical relationship is pleasing to the body, it would greatly ail my spirit to know that I was hurting you by denying you the love you so desperately crave from me. That you would submit your all to me... It makes me tingle with passion." Another crystal, this time gently placed in the bellybutton, but as she heard Silara's fear about being tossed away and forgotten, she frowned. "Silara... Unless you stopped loving me and disappeared, I could never forget you. Ever. I do care, and in fact, it hurts me that you would assume I wouldn't care about you and your desire."

Stepping forward, she placed one final crystal between the Sith Knight's bust before pausing and giving her lips a quick kiss. "I want us to talk more about this, Silara. But first... are you ready for the ritual?"

[member="Silara Vantai"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

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Pain. There was no comparison between that which pierced her flesh and that which broke her heart. She wanted it, she wanted it all, she wanted [member="Enigma"], to be a Sith, to be what her master, her true Master, wished for her to become. Tears came to her eyes as the woman she desperately wanted pierced her flesh, but it was an emotional, gut-wrenching, pain that sundered her heart as the brunette spoke. How desperately she wanted to be rejected, how she wished to be turned out on the street to return in tears to the One Sith; she couldn't have it both ways, and unfortunately for her lover, it was far beyond her control now. She was the new puppet, she was the new tool, and Circe would simply be hurt by it all. There was a profound difference between she and her master, between Mierin, and it was that while the Sith Lord was cruel and upfront of her feelings, thoughts, plotting, and actions, Silara was the true definition of a monster. She broke hearts, she backstabbed, and with each case it was a crime of passion. She loved each and every one, but in the end it would become too conflicting and her weaknesses would simply ... cease to be. "Do you love her, Silara? Can you turn down the opportunity of a lifetime, turn your back on everything you, we've, ever worked towards for her? You'll be hunted until the end of your days if you do this, even your own Master cannot get you out of this if you go through with this." She shuddered as the voice crept into her mind. A gleam appeared on the sides of her head as . "No, I will love her with everything I have. When the time comes... I'll just have to make her let me go... even if I never will." Her eyes opened as the thought was made, and her eyes were fraught with longing.

Then she felt pressure on her mouth, lips touching hers, and for a moment time stood still. It was divine, perfection. Silara's head tilted to the side, and if she weren't chained and impaled upon the table at the moment she would have pulled the woman into an embrace. But reality struck her as she broke the kiss. Her eyes, staring, longing, shook with the unseeing stare that only an addict coming off their high could possibly muster. Her cheeks, flustering and blushing, burned hot with pain as she felt the internal struggle come to an end. Her brow was upturned and confused, eyebrows arched in a child-like manner as if she were looking upon the face of something she could not ever understand. And then her eyes, those dim orbs that shook and shuttered unblinking. Red lined the whites of her sclera as a web of physical pain. Tears dripped like rain from every corner of her eyes, her face reddening. The truth was there, in front of her eyes, and it hurt so much. There was no song that could reach her ears to ease the pain, and even the impalement of her body, and now her chest, paled in comparison to the heartache she felt. "I... love you.." She sputtered, blinking twice, tears mottling her eyeliner and makeup. She couldn't see anything, her connection to the force was entirely lost with her focus. As her head turned she closed her eyes and breathed in sharply, one of absolute crushing defeat.

I... I can't even have her? I can't find love? What am I? Am I truly my own person? Am I free? I serve the Dark Lord, I am his tool, his sword when he strikes, his shield when he guards, and his hands when he has none. I am not a person. I am not free.

I cannot love.

She wanted to voice it, to tell her, to reject herself and Circe and save them both the pain. But she kept quiet. She lied through omission. It hurt so badly, so much so that she was sobbing, that her emotions were completely and entirely out of control, and all she could see in her eyes was the accepting smile of this [member="Enigma"] of a woman, a smile that hurt more than the sharpest knife, than the biggest lie, than the deceit of a cheating partner.

It hurt because she was going to use miss Savan, and she loved her too much to stay away - because she'd eventually leave her, throw her away like many had done to her.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Silara Vantai"]

"I love you too."

And then she injected SIlara with the cocktail. When that happened, everything would begin to change. She would feel the energy stored in the crystals exiting, permeating her very body as her genetic structure was destroyed and reborn anew. Circe herself could hardly afford to watch, and instead turned away as her code was rewritten, reforged to give her the power of what she was in concert with the appearance of what she had been before. Such a process would not be perfectly able to return the Vahla back to her original form, but it would make her far less assuming of a target - and as such, a much more effective entity both on the battlefield and as an assassin.

When the process was complete, Circe turned around, removing the crystals from her new lover and moving to unchain her. To help with the healing, she began the tedious process of wrapping Silara's hands and feet with bacta wrap, to help heal up the wounds. "Silara... I'm sorry I had to hurt you like that. You may want to look into the mirror, though - you look beautiful, and the ritual worked flawlessly."

She smiled, a predatory grin on her face as she took Silara in her arms - likely helping support her, as she had been drained potentially a significant amount. And as she did so, she gave the woman another kiss - this one much longer and more deliberate. She lifted Silara up and smiled, pondering on what her next move should be.

"You need some rest."

 

[Ellie Mors]

Change.

It happened so quickly. Her flesh literally steamed as every inch of her, inside and out, began to melt away as her bones and muscles seemed to boil within her, shrinking down and compressing in the most unnatural and painful of ways. Her screams of pain and shock were silenced before they ever left her lips. The sound of shaking chains and pounding of a struggling woman echoed across the room as she struggled against her binds, and then she went silent. In place of the once massive Sith was now a much smaller, petite even, woman that laid nearly spread-eagle as a showing of her reduced height and weight. Over the course of what felt like an hour but was surely not more than several minutes Silara's entire being had changed drastically. Where was previously a tall blonde with a slim face and voluptuous build now lay a much shorter, slim yet compact, blonde. Her eyes had once taken on a unique trait of heterochromia but were now completely silver with the most subtle hue of a hazel gleam behind them, and her hair reflected this change, becoming much lighter and almost silvery with a golden touch. What was the most profound of changes on her being? The spread out aura of darkness that her modified body had previously emitted was now entirely concentrated, as if she was a singularity, an enigma of creation. Whereas before she was simply a bastardized cross between sithspawn and human, she was now truly a separate entity entirely.

'If perfection had a face, it would be mine. If divinity had a name, it would be Vitium.

Darth Vitium.'

The thought no sooner had entered her mind before it faded and her eyes opened as she awoke. 'Ah, the refreshing sight returned to blind eyes. And I can hear! How long I have waited to shrug off that cold husk of a mask, to rid myself of that intrusive inner turmoil. Now I am whole again. One mind, one being, one objective. One Sith.' Came the Vahla's words in her head as she smiled, not even feeling the slight pain in her limbs as the crystals that had been embedded into her were removed. Turning her head she stared at the brunette and her smile widened. There was a feeling that she could not quite grasp, but its name was hidden just on the tip of her tongue, was it a perverse glee? For some reason she couldn't quite recall what sort of emotional drivel she had felt prior, only that it was something petty and weak while what she felt now was more-so an invested joy in what she knew she had been shamed for prior. Was it betrayal? Perhaps that was it, but while she was hoisted to her feet, nearly falling immediate due to the weakened state she was currently put in, the notion of difference left her and she looked toward [member="Enigma"] for direction, accepting another kiss with a malefic heart. "Rest sounds quite good right now, actually." An exhausted Silara replied, finding herself dizzy from the sudden rise.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Silara Vantai"]

Circe carried the woman to the bedroom, arms wrapped around waist as she made sure the women's legs were secured around her own. The last thing she wanted was for Silara to hit the ground ass-first so soon after the transfiguration. Opening the door to her master suite, Circe laid Silara down on a bed of soft, fuzzy blankets, specially crafted through alchemical purposes to be the fuzziest blankets in the entire galaxy. There were no blankets fuzzier than they.

"Oh, Silara..." Circe smiled, leaning over to give the tired Sith a kiss on the forehead. "You're so vulnerable right now. So completely helpless." She paused, letting the illusion of a knife form in her hand. "How easy it would be to kill you here..." But as Circe tossed the illusory weapon in the air, it disappeared. "But why would I ever do anything like that to you when I could instead do this?"

And Circe gave Silara a kiss. A real kiss this time, one lip to lip. Aggressively, like a predatory cat, she moved to slip on top of the Vahla before a quick clap shut the door and sent the lights into a plunder.

"Do you like dangerous games, Silara? Let's play my favorite. I call it... passion fruit."

 

[Ellie Mors]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Some hours had passed and Silara found herself awake on her back, having just thrown on some clothes for the sake of decency. While she often portrayed herself as if she were flirtatious, it was very difficult for her to go any farther than that - and the night prior was a series of uncomfortable firsts that left her anxious and confused. Letting out a light sigh, she looked over towards [member="Enigma"] and smiled. If none of this worked out, at least she could appreciate the fact that she'd been allowed to put herself first for once, something she had not done in the entirety of her service to the Dark Lord and his One Sith. For the first time, literally ever, the Vahla found herself unable to think ahead of what to do, how to plan based on what had just happened. Another sigh and a stretch of her limbs and Silara continued to lay in silence, or at least momentary silence. It was almost comical to her that she was always one step ahead, always knowing what came next, and yet she sat there without a clue. She was clueless.

 

[Onrai]

And she saw that it was good. For her as well as for Silara. Circe turned towards the Vahla, pondering for a moment as to how to best proceed with growing the budding relationship she had now set in stone with the One Sith woman.

"That was... Very pleasing, Silara." She smiled, turning and giving the younger woman a kiss on the cheek as she curled up more in the intensely fuzzy blankets that had been laid out. "I know your mind must be racing with a copious cocktail of thoughts right now, but I want you to know this - I love you, I will help you, and I will do whatever I can to keep you safe from those who would harm you."

It was true. Circe did care very much about the Vahla, such was the bond that she now felt. "As we are together... Perhaps a plan is in order?"

[member="Silara Vantai"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

While it was indeed pleasing in the physical sense, psychologically there was no pleasure in their physical romp. More-so that anything, the kiss she'd been giving was much more comforting, much more pleasing to the mind, than writhing in bed in wanton heat. However, it pleased Circe, and for the moment that was good enough for her. The feeling of a warm body curled up against hers was a wonderful feeling - not because of what it implied, but because she had found herself in a relationship that made her feel things that she normally did not, such as vulnerability. "And I would do anything for you." She replied, turning so that she could rest the side of her face against the top of [member="Enigma"]'s head, her arm snaking around to hold her loosely in an embrace. As great of a bond she now felt that she shared with the woman, she couldn't help but feel unease at the mention of a plan. Plans meant intrusions, it meant time away, and it generally posed risks. For the simple fact that this was the first relationship that she'd truly moved beyond the stage of cheap dates and meetings for stimcaf, she wasn't quite comfortable discussing them. However, for whatever reason, she spoke up regardless of her thoughts. "What did you have in mind?" Silara asked, curious.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Silara Vantai"]

"Future plans." She smiled. "Rituals, experiments... Maybe even a new member of the family. But for now, I'd rather sit here and-" she leaned forward, giving Silara another kiss- "learn more about you. I suppose that the trade and grade of our pasts is the only fair way to get to know each other more, now that you and I are in a closely knit and loving relationship with one another. What say you? Do you want to begin, or would you rather I start first?"

It was a tossup - the question was, which side of the coin would Sil declare as her own?