Something Cold, Something Old

[Petra Cavataio]

“Come on… look at it, the thing is in pieces.” A man said behind his breather. His yellow eyes was looking out of the cockpit at a broken down transport ship. One so torn to pieces that it seemed sections were held together by a shoe string. It was just space junk to him and did not understand why his partner wanted to see if anything could be salvaged.

A moment of silence filled the cockpit before the other looked up from his datapad. “Look.” His words came out as the pad was placed down and he got up to point at the ship. “No tells of a fight so a faulty engine was what left this a drift.” He moved in front of his partner. His hands lifted up and rested on the other’s shoulders. “We are in the middle of no where… I think we’ll find something in there that we can sell.”

As yellow eyes replied, he shrugged of the hands that rested on him. “Fine… let’s just get this over with.” Turning away, a sigh came from him as he thought this was just a waste of time. Down to the airlock he went to suit up and waited for their ship to attach to the broken one.

The ship jerked a little as it linked to other one. The broken ship lost a piece of it self as it shook from attachment. The yellow eye man just shook his head. He was really not wanting to do this, but he was going to keep it to himself for now. The other joined him finally and suited up too. Switching the airlock to match the pressure of space, the two walked from their ship to the other. There was little left of items in the smashed up ship. Most of it was taken or just drifted off into space. It was appearing the one with yellow eyes was right and he was about to say something about being right. However, his comm light up with his partner saying he found something.

Piece that floated away when they attached to the ship exposed a sealed off room with just walls. A powerless droid and a carbon frozen woman were the items hidden away. The men took the droid but to their ship. They boxed it up to examine later as they needed to get the other item. Once in front of the frozen woman, yellow eyed man acted a little off as he went to the side and started to press the controls. The other quickly realized what was going and pushed him away. Shouting at him and holding him back, he did release his partner when common sense returned.

It was an unsettling time spent moving the carbonite case. They did not speak to each other the entire time. After securing the case in their hold, it was silence for the two. Even forgetting to retract their connection to the broken ship as they left the site, they were spooked, creep out, uneasy, which ever you pick they were feeling it.

Hour into their flight home, Yellow eyes looked around the cockpit and realized he was alone. He dashed to the cargo hold but he was greeted by his partner being thrown into the hallway. Looking over his partner, his eye grew big as he saw the man’s chest crushed inwards. He grabbed his blaster from the holster. Slowly entering the hold, there were sounds of a feminine voice speaking a language he never heard. Rounding a large crate, he saw an unclothed woman trying to stand up. Then odd words filled the room up. Pain filled his hand as his blaster and hand were being crushed by the force. Then the pain was elsewhere. He felt it around his head. Screaming in pure agony, her words were directed to crush the man’s hand in. Once he dropped to the ground, the woman slowly made her way to the cockpit.

It had taken her an hour to reach the controls to change the course. The hibernation sickness was not helping her situation as most of her energy had been aimed at the two dead men. Not really seeing what she set for the destination, she just collapsed onto the floor.

Voices from the communication filled the cockpit. They were trying to identify the ship and warning to follow procedures, or be shot at. Petra tried to move but she was too worn out to move and still barely able to see. The ship tossed and turned as shots from defenses. It was too late for the ship. A blaze of glory was its fate when smacking into the surface. For Petra, she had a fate like many parts of the ship did upon impact. She was thrown some distance.

Troopers’ arrival only meant that Petra taken to a medic to be patch up then questioned. So time was for healing, it was one that would help her get over the sickness and cuts from the crash. She laid in bed ready to get her butt out of there.



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[Anemone Nivalis]

"It was right around this general area, ma'am." The solider as speaking of a loud sound that had been emitted from this vicinity. Anemone paced behind the four soldiers as they led the way. While not as heavily, she was armed as well, her pistol at her hip. She sighed as they trekked onward, with seemingly no particular destination at all. However, the more they walked, the more pieces began to reveal them selves. Pieces of a ship, or at least it seemed. It became quite apparent that the men hadn't simply heard a strange sound. Something had crashed out here. Anemone's brown eyes glided over the till slightly smoldering pieces of twisted metal and steel. She inhaled deeply before looking about at the four who had accompanied her.

"Spread out. Search the area for any survivors, but be cautious. We don't exactly know what we're dealing with, and we're not equipped for a head on fight. Understood?" The men nodded to her, then to one another as they began pressing outward from her own position. Anemone couldn't help but think of the possible mangled bones and flesh that lay about. With such a crash, it was unlikely that any living creature, no matter the race, could survive. She kept her cool as best she could, preparing herself for the worst. She moved about the area slightly, her eyes simply panning over everything caught in her gaze. Just as she began zone out, a mild cry caught her ear. "Ma'am! Over here! We've found something!"

She dashed over to the site as quickly as she could, without tripping of course. That would do the situation no good. As she reached the site, her eyes widened. It was a woman. A woman lying spread eagle on the ground. "Get that med capsule over here now! And tell the pilot to get the transport ready to go!" Anemone dropped to hr knees as she reached the female's side, dropping her med-bag from her back and diving into it. She pulled numerous amounts of gauze and tape from the bag, using it to wrap and temporarily patch any wounds that looked to be deep, or were continuing to bleed. "Here it is!" Anemone released a sigh of relief as she glanced back, the med capsule being just feet from her. "Good. Get her in there and lets move." She stood back as the four soldiers lifted the woman, carefully placing her into the floating pod before all of them began moving toward the landing site. "Contact the Med Bay. Tell them we have a trauma incoming!" She glanced down at the woman as the moved hastily toward the vessel. "Just hang on.."

~A Few Hours Later~

Anemone strolled into the woman's room, through she seemingly remained unconscious. While, surprisingly, the woman seemed to be out of any immediate danger, Anemone had refused to pass her case onto one of the other doctors. She had brought the patient in, and she planned to see her through to the end. Anemone took hold of the chart from the foot of the bed, glancing at the younger doctor standing beside her before looking down at the chart. "Pulse and heart-rate are good. Breathing is stable. Blood pressure is 150 over 80. She's doing good. Too bad she hasn't woken up yet." She sighed heavily before handing the chart to the younger doctor. "Get a CT and schedule her an MRI. We have to double check for internal injuries and make sure she doesn't have anything more than flesh wounds. I don't want to take any chances.."

The doctor nodded, taking the chart from her and striding off. Anemone sighed once more as she stepped toward the bed where the woman lay, using her hands to prop herself up s she leaned over the side railing of the bed. "None of this adds up. You shouldn't have even been in one piece, let alone able to survive that. What are you? Why don't you have any serious injuries? Why can't I find a single thing wrong with you?", she asked the woman who lay before her. Of course, she was actually mumbling to herself.

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[Petra Cavataio]

One good thing before the impact of the ship and being thrown into the dirt was the fact she was already unconscious. Her body did not have a chance to tighten up on impact like a woken person might do. The illness of being in a long hibernation was the saving grace even if it was so awful to her before the crash. Being found by the troopers, she was taken in for medical care. It was a blessing to speed her recovery.

Hours of getting treatment let her rest while alert of her surroundings. Petra listened to what was around her. It was unknown what group or types of people had her. The care of her made her thing that it was a lightside group. She did not believe a Sith group would take the time to make sure she was will before torture. The search and feeling of auras backed her idea of who was behind the medical treatment at least on the alignment side of the force.

When voices filled her space, Petra listened to what they said. Basic was known by her as she spoke it most her life among other languages. The hearing of walking and a voice approaching her, she remained as she was. As the woman mumbled to herself with questions for the witch, Petra eyes sprung open. The sight of where the woman was process in a second and was the guide for her next reaction, it was her hand that flew up. Her palm pressed against the front of the doctor’s neck while her fingers, and nails that had length dug into the sides of the doctor’s neck.

Petra shouted at the woman, “Who are you? Where am I?”

 

[Anemone Nivalis]

Anemone smiled lightly at the woman, who lay motionless. Just as she prepared to step back, The woman's eyes opened with a jolt. Such was so unexpected, that it stopped Anemone in her tracks. However, before she could even utter a word, the hand from the bed sprung to her neck, taking a fierce hold on her throat. In just mere moments things had gone from calm and quiet, to dangerous and surreal. She had hoped for the woman's recovery, but not if it meant her own death. With one hand, she grasped the woman's arm, using her other to reach for the button on the wall to call for a code blue. Hitting that button would bring nurses and a few doctors running to her position, she could be saved. But it was to no avail. The button that she was so heavily replied upon was far from her range of reach. Time seemed to crawl as she fought with the arm, her eyes locked onto the woman in the bed. She struggled, gasping for any breath that she could draw to extend her life. Sadly, Anemone knew she would not last much longer at the rate she was going. She had but one option left.

With the little air she could gasp, she spoke to the woman hopefully loud enough to hear. "You..you were hurt! We brought you here..t-to get well! Please..." Anemone could only hope that her words and plea reached the woman's ears. She hoped that the woman had some sense of how precious life is. Or at least merciful enough to make a game of this and give Anemone a head start on running. "Note to self. Next time, let the boys stand guard at the door. If there is a next time..", she thought to herself as she stood shaking, her throat and life in the woman's hands. Literally.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Petra blinked while her grasped tighten. She turned her head to look straight at the woman that she had by the neck. Words were heard but she did not hear what she desired. Reaching across with her free hand, she lifted then pushed the bed rail down so she could sit up. Her hand holding Anemone’s neck allowed her to move her legs around and sit up to have the doctor right in front of her.

”Please what?” Petra growled at the young doctor. She was not hurt at all because she was frozen for what she believed to be just a hundred years. The time on the ship and killing the men were momentary lost to her. Only the belief that her planned worked was what she was going off of. The idea of hibernation for over six hundred plus years was lost on her.

Growling again the woman added more questions, “Where am I and who are you? It is best to answer me”

 

[Anemone Nivalis]

Anemone's eyes widened once more as it became obvious her pleas had fallen on death ears. She could feel the hands of death tightening around her throat, nails digging into her as they began to pierce the skin. Her fear, however, quickly turned to shock as the woman collapsed the railing, allowing her to sit up. There before her eyes was what Anemone thought would be her final sight before she left this life. While she believed her end was at near, she didn't want to quit. She wanted to fight until the very end. She grabbed at the woman's arm with both hands, fighting to pull the grasp from her neck. "Look! I'm a doctor! Your in a medbay! I brought you here because you were found barely alive! I saved you!"

With one last pull on the arm, Anemone fought with everything she had to get free, to break the hold, and save her own life. "So, please! Let me go!" She may not have been able to do anything else, but Anemone was prepared to fight with all she had to save her life. Even if it ended in vain.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

The hold the witch had on the neck lessened. The new information about being found barely alive was surprising. She thought it was just hibernation sickness that messed her up. The more she thought about it, more of it came back in memories of noises, touch, and smells. She might not been able to see with her eyes, but she did remember the ship now. “It crashed?” Petra questioned.

Petra took her hand from the doctor. Her head tilt side to side with a pop made when her head touched each shoulder. Looking at the doctor after relieving the stiffness of her neck, a smile was given. “Thank you for the meds, Doctor.” Warmly telling Anemone, still there was something off about her everything around her. The witch still needed time to finger it out.

 

[Anemone Nivalis]

Anemone took a deep gasp of air into her lungs as the grip loosened. Is was refreshing, the air swimming into her body. She could of no bigger relief to feel. Surely this had to be a sign that she was going to survive this ordeal. Her head nodded, responding to the odd woman, her tone low. "Yes. You were badly injured when we found you at the scene. Though I couldn't tell you how it happened." She could only imagine what was going through the woman's mind after learning of this. What could one possibly be thinking after learning that they were in an accident so horrific, that it nearly took their life, and not even know it? The simple thought of that sent a shiver down Anemone's spine. While she could sympathize with the woman, she still would've liked to no erase the attempt on her life.

Like a prayer being answered, the woman released her throat. At that precise moment, Anemone's released her own grasp on the woman's arm, stumbling back and knocking over a suture tray that sat on a table behind her. Her breath came in heavy gasps for a few moments. simply relived to have not died in such a ridiculous situation. Her eyes never left the woman, a shucking look crossing her face her head leaned side to side, making contact with both shoulders. "No thanks needed." While those words escaped her lips, she still needed answers. "You shouldn't be alive. You should have numerous contusions, your body should be mangled to some extend. You should have some sort of internal bleeding. None of this makes sense...What are you?"

 

[Petra Cavataio]

What Petra was a question that was never had to ask as she had made a name for herself. With an answer like evil and deity, she had special treatment and reactions. This one did not have that reaction and it was clear time had erased her from existence. For the answer to give her, a simple one was the easiest. Grinning a little mischievously, she said “I guess you can say I’m lucky.”

The long answer had to be the force. There had to be the subconscious working as she was out cold. The years of training and use of the force had paid off. Same time she thought that her end was coming. One had so many life taking risks available and hers were up. She was sure of that.

Petra let her grin turn to a smile, a warm tone was given to the doctor. “So… being lucky and all, can you tell me what year it is?” Crazy question one might think but she honestly had no clue. She was coming up for sure that it was not a hundred years after she frozen herself.

 

[Anemone Nivalis]

Her eyes never left the woman's figure. Neither the answer she was given suffice. I child could tell that she was lucky, but it was more than that. It was obvious the woman wasn't exactly a human, at least not a normal one. Anemone narrowed her eyes at the woman, taking notice of the odd sudden change in demeanor. She approached the woman, slowly, taking each step with care, her eyes never leaving the woman. Continuing her careful steps, her feet finally came to a halt as she stood within reach of the woman once more. "It's 835 ABY."

Her eyes trailed the woman up and down, taking in every inch of her body. She want8ed to believe she could find some sign of what this woman was. Something that could help her understand this mystery a bit better. "I answered you, now you answer me. Who are you? And what are you? And no, lucky doesn't count as an answer." Anemone's brown iris' told the story; she was intrigued. She wanted to know more about this woman, and the mystery behind what would be thought of as a medical miracle. Even as she stood before the woman, it felt as if her hand still remained enclosed around her own neck. As if she hadn't truly escaped.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Holy sweet mother of instant a word here if you are an adult. If it was eight hundred and thirty five years then it was close to being seven hundred years since she was last awake. Petra sighed for a moment. The reality of how off her plans were, how insanely off she was on her plans. Thoughts ran through her head of what all could have changed and what was no more.

Looking at the doctor, she grinned at the woman. She even brought her hand up to caress the cheek of the doctor. Softly and seductively spoke to Anemone, “I am Petra and I’m nothing special…” Petra was unknown at this era and her cult with being a deity did not matter at the moment. She continuing speaking in her tone before, “The force willed it and I made it through the only thing.”

 

[Anemone Nivalis]

Truthfully, Anemone didn't know how the woman would take the news. If he was asking what year it was, it was obvious she was suffering from some sort of memory loss. At least, that was her own medical opinion. There was no other good reason for her to ask about the date. None in the least. Anemone's body tensed slightly as Petra's hand gently caressed her cheek. "W-well, Petra, you have to be something special to survive that. Something.." Anemone's words were a bit jumpy almost as if she was nervous. Then again, who could blame her after this ordeal?

Her heart began to jump inside her chest, which caused her breathing to increase. Anemone took a few steps back from the woman, causing her hand to fall from her cheek. "The force willed it? I..I don't understand. What do you mean?" Anemone was confused. That much was obvious by the look in her eyes. The force? It was something she'd never even heard of. It certainly didn't explain how she was still living. She wanted answers, but as always, she too afraid of the answer.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Things were a bit puzzling for the witch. However, the ideals and philosophical nature of the force had always been debated. Different groups and orders had their own understanding so it could get a little deep. Petra decided to try an easy path in telling the doctor. “The force in my culture, we believe is a living entity that exists all times… guiding and shaping the galaxy. Some groups had tied deities to it but we all pretty much acknowledge the force as an energy that exists in all of us…”

The witch paused to just say a simple word with a hand gesture. ” forza di trazione.” It was not a complex ability but more a simple force pull of the doctor to Petra. That closeness she had before the doctor step up and left the caressing stop.

 

[Anemone Nivalis]

A simple blink was Anemone's only response. This 'force' was some kind of living energy? She simply couldn't fathom, or believe it, for that matter. Essentially, Anemone believed in only one thing; science. If she couldn't touch it, see it, or explain it, then it didn't exist. Plain and simple. For but a moment, she pondered telling the Petra her own thoughts, but decided against it. She had enough of being throttled for a day. Actually, she had enough of it for a lifetime. One which she had no intention of having cut short.

Herr head nodded as she acknowledged the woman, not wanting to upset her anymore. Just as she went to take another step back, a few soft words escaped Petra's lips.
” forza di trazione.”

Anemone looked at the woman, puzzled as attempted to decipher what she had said. Suddenly, without warning she was being drawn towards the woman. Her feet never stepping forward but her whole body being pulled to her. Finally, her body came to a halt just in front of Petra. Anemone's eyes widened with shock, feeling as if her heart was prepared to burst from her chest. "What....How did you?.." Still in a state of shock, this was the closest she could come to forming a coherent sentence.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Seductively grins at the doctor while the witch raised her feet. She wrapped her legs around the doctor to keep her in place. Then her right hand moved up, but this time her finger tips brush lightly over other woman’s neck. Petra was being her old self with Anemone and her tone reflected it with a seductive nature. ”Did the Jedi and Sith all disappeared in the last six or so hundred years?” Petra paused for a moment. Her hand slid to the back of Anemone’s head, and her fingers rubbed the head tenderly. She even lean closer to the good doctor as she spoke again, ”And what I did was used the force to pull you back to me, lovely doctor.”

 

[Anemone Nivalis]

Anemone's face quickly became a deep red as Petra enveloped her in her legs. Sher body shivered lightly as Petra's touch reached her neck. Anemone was not only stunned, but also at a loss for words. Her shook shook lightly as she responded to the woman. "N-no. The Jedi are..still a piece of the Republic. A-and the...The Sith E-Empire still thrives, if that's....if that's what you mean." The stuttering from Aenmone said all that needed to be said. All composure had been lost by this point, her mind an utter blank. She simply couldn't figure out how to react. Without warning, the woman began to pull her even closer. Strangely enough, Anemone found herself drawn to the woman, as she gave no the lest bit of resistance. It was as if she was putty in the woman's hands by this point. "Lovely? I..I-I...." She was a blank slate. Plain and simple.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Seeing the doctor react like she did, Petra was enjoying herself. An idea for what she wanted to do with the doctor that helped her recover. It was wicked and corrupting time. Legs tighten to pull the woman closer. Even Petra’s hand slip behind Anemone’s neck to bring her even closer that her legs could not do. Then the lips of witch was planted on Anemone’s lips. Lightly caressing her own against the doctor’s while deepening the embrace, she wanted to keep the woman off balance.

Petra’s hand slid upwards. Her fingers went through Anemone’s hair and those fingers slowly closed to grip the hair. It was done for one reason while the deep kiss was fading. She used her hold to help part their lips so she could whisper in a seductive tone to Anemone, “Mmm… You’ll make a wonderful addition.” Petra might be out of her time period but she still was Petra and enslaving all to be her worshipper.

@[member="Anemone Nivalis"]

 

[Anemone Nivalis]

Anemone seemingly had no escape. Though, part of her didn't want to escape. She was trapped within Petra's grasp, being pulled closer every moment. She could feel the hand behind her closing the distance even more. By this point, Anemone couldn't even find the words to speak. This was only made worse when, suddenly, Anemone found her lips pressed against Petra's. Without her notice, the slight struggle she had put up was suddenly gone, her body completely relaxed to almost a limp state. It was as if she had simply melted into the moment.

There was no fighting it, Anemone was highly enjoying the sensation. The moment of passion, it a riveting. But her complete bliss came to an abrupt end as she a noticeable pull on the hair.

“Mmm… You’ll make a wonderful addition.”

Addition? What did she mean? The tone said one thing. One thing that nearly made the girl want to completely give in. But the wording suggested otherwise. Anemone's eyes widened as she gazed down at the woman. Completely, and utterly, confused. "W-what?"

@[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

“Shhh… no need to speak, dear.” Petra said to Anemone’s simply question. The hold her fingers had with the hair ended to change to light stroking of the back of the head. As her fingers rubbed Anemone’s scalp, Petra began to think how nice it would to have her cult back. She was sure that it fell apart after she did not return. The sureness was from the belief that nothing had survived over the years.

Then her lips released her seductive words into Anemone’s ears, “I think I’ll make you into one of my Opitvus Res, lovely doctor.” With the last word leaving her lips, she did not give the other woman time to respond. A kiss was given, passionate one at that. The deep kiss was one that gave lovers she had long ago. Left hand slide up over Anemone’s chest and neck, brushing over the woman’s cheek while her right hand continued to rub the back of the head.

@[member="Anemone Nivalis"]

 

[Anemone Nivalis]

Anemone was at a loss for words. What had transpired in the last few minutes within the room had thrown her mind for figurative loop. She wanted off this wild ride, but at the same time she was enjoying the embrace, even if it was against her will. As Petra caressed her head, Anemone felt an eerie calm come over her.Though this calm came to an abrupt end once a few words hit her ears.

“I think I’ll make you into one of my Opitvus Res, lovely doctor.”

Before she could even utter a response, she found her lips in a heated lock with Petra's. The kiss was...exhilarating to say the least. Without even noticing it, she found herself once more melted into the kiss. Her body pressed closer to Petra by her own doing, and the embrace seemingly perfect for the moment.