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Something Wicked This Way Comes...

...Free from the prison she was sentenced to for life, free from the anguish of her own mind.
Or so The Rusted Queen thought.
The groans of death and sickening snapping of bones and burnt flesh bombarded her thoughts as she attempted to use the freighter's jump drive.
Her surroundings distorting into a disturbed mockery of the materium, flesh and rust overtaking all in sight.
And then an enraged scream echoed throughout the steely corridors...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tY92NAdGaR4
The world around Kasa Shi began to twist and crumble like a psychedelic descent into hell, flashes of corpses she personally consumed writhing and screaming in agony as they begged for life not to be taken in such a manner. Igniting her unstable blade, she began to lash out at the hallucinations plaguing her at a most inopportune time.

"...WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS..."
"...YOU WILL DIE..."
"...FAILURE..."
"...MONSTER..."
"...UNLOVED..."
A cacophony of accusations flung from the corners of the disturbed woman's mind broke her to her knees as she began to sob hysterically, clutching the sides of her head and even going as far as punching herself to be freed from the madness that was consuming her conscious mind. Rising up, Kasa Shi struck down each of these phantoms from the recesses of her own devilish desires. Once more feeling flesh being flayed and burned by her weapon. Maniacal laughter erupted from between her jagged rotting teeth as she felt victorious, but victory wouldn't be the reality of this predicament.


What The Rusted Queen had actually done was destroy and disable her chances of being able to manually control the hyper jump back to Coruscant, but no realization would break her drift into the wastes of her fragile, broken mind. Now a thing where subconscious and nightmares blended and mingled to spawn the horrors of her own doing. Many-a victim and faceless cadavers hung from the freighter's walls and ceilings, all twitching and flailing as to represent the unhinged and warped result of the neurodegenerative disease breaking down Kasa Shi's perception of life and all things around her.

Standing in the center of the nightmare, Kasa Shi began to embrace it as a sign that the Dark Side of the Force was growing stronger within her. A blessing in disguise from the deity that she believed to have chosen her as a vessel, a prophet and a way to guide others into the divinity of the true way of the Force.

Kasa Shi dropped to her knees with arms stretched wide, taking in the ill state with closed eyes while the reality of the situation was quickly coming full circle. The freighter's AI blared warnings and alarms of an imminent impact, but all was void from Kasa Shi's mind except for her own madness. She began to sing in her native Atrisian tongue about peace and tranquility, her voice broken and melancholic.

3...

2...

1...

Impact.
The freighter itself slammed into the lower levels of the the sleazy city, many denizens rushing to see what had just happened. Many unsuspecting bystanders were killed, and even more wounded or confused. Inside the burning wreckage lay a broken and disfigured Kasa Shi, her right hand still clutching her lightsaber. She coughed as blood ran down the side of her mouth, her visage becoming a haze of smoke and clear sky from within a dark space.

She had finally returned to the core worlds, but not as she expected.


[member="Matsu Xiangu"]
 
She’d felt the wound in the Force, the gravitic hole as dozens died close by and fear welled in those standing near the crash. Though not there to see it she might as well have been. She’d been close, hunting down another slave trader willing to sell meat to a cause for more sinister than usual. But instead she was drawn to that wound, that tear - that hollow horror around which civilians gathered.

“Why have you done this?”

She slowed, not recognizing the voice though it spoke in her head with vehemence.

“Monster…”

Unnatural hunger curled in her gut. It wasn’t her own, and it craved.

“You will die…”

It was then she knew it wasn’t her at all, but someone within the wreckage filtered something haunted. Once, Matsu had been Empress of this city, ruling over the jewel of the galaxy in the days the One Sith had called it its own. But even then the denizens of a level this low in the city would not have recognized her. Their lives were microcosms, concerned with nothing but their next fix, their next meal. They would never have looked up at the billboards showing her face wrought in monstrous anger on the battlefield, metal fists curled in a spell directed at the treacherous Jedi. They would never have recognized her from propaganda then, and they didn’t now.

But they still backed off as she pushed her hood from her head to reveal a pale, scarred face made paler by the amber blaze of her eyes.

The metal of the ship hissed under her palms as she climbed its mangled side. The door mechanism was broken in the impact but it mattered little - she sprung her claws, shoving phrik through the hull and cutting her own way in. Dropping down through the hole, the screaming and nervous shouting outside became muffled. Small fires burned to either side of her as she picked her way through the uprooted pieces of ship and meager decoration, ducking under a shelving unit that had become lodged at a strange angle. Towards the front, Matsu found her.

Bleeding and mangled, the woman’s fist was curled around a lightsaber hilt. Fascinating. The whispering anger swirled around the stranger’s mind faster than Matsu could pick apart. The voices that she’d picked up were at bay for the moment as the stranger seemed to waver in and out of consciousness. In the moments afforded her, Matsu tapped at the woman’s mind, her power like the legs of a small, sharp spider - yellow, red, ready for war as she infiltrated.

“Why do the voices make me hungry? Who were they?”

[member="The Rusted Queen"]​
 
A pressure inside of her skull grew into an immense pain, her vision fading in and out as she tried to focus on the light filtering through a break in the twisted remains of the freighter. Someone or something much more powerful than herself desired information, and they pried deep to obtain it.

Within the recesses of her mind, Kasa Shi was caught in a web of interrogation. The world around her began to melt into a nightmarish delusion once again, this time an abyss of darkness and echoes of the past. The information she held was being ripped out and there was little she could do to resist such an intense perversion of the Force. Insurmountable rage and an unrelenting desire to consume life roared from within the psyche of the dying woman.

"...They are mine..."

A refusal to die, a push against the intrusion against her own mind. She would not be so easily dominated into submission just yet - or ever. The wounded and twisted body of the woman may have not presented much threat, but within herself swelled a fountain of will stronger than most could imagine. Her connection and dedication to the dark arts was grossly unhealthy, letting it overtake her and use her quite literally as a vessel to deliver a message of power and insatiable hunger for death and gain. Bargaining her very humanity for the embrace of servitude.

With so much dark side energy swarming within her, Kasa Shi's broken body twisted itself and began to rise up, sickening cracks of bone and misaligned flesh ripping out of place. The voiceless stranger would stare down the figure before her, the dark of the broken interior giving way to the light of flame to reveal an Atrisian. This came as a surprise, to see another of her very own race greet her in such a peculiar manner.

Kasa Shi attempted to reach out with her free arm, almost as a plea for help before collapsing once again into a fully unconscious state.

The sounds of screams helped to lull the darkly clad woman back into a slumber, crackling fire and the abrupt spitting of electricity from wires drowned in the overbearing desire to sleep.

And then, there was darkness.

[member="Matsu Xiangu"]
 
First, the woman pushed back against Matsu’s intrusion. That in itself was a surprise. Her power was inherently subtle, the choice of a woman who’d always been diminutive and then chosen to capitalize on it. That the stranger had some ability to sense Matsu at all spoke to training of some kind, or an innate power that Matsu would be a fool not to investigate further. At the very least hers would be an interesting specimen of a brain to dissect.

Secondly, the stranger was Atrisian. That was hardly novel but in a galaxy as large as theirs seeing someone with such distinctive features was, for a moment, like looking in the mirror.

Though Matsu was far less damaged.

Soon the crash-lander had passed out, the sound of the voices screaming in the Force circling down the drain after her consciousness. The Sith Lady considered her for a moment, rolling her tongue along the inside of her cheek as she was wont to do when contemplating something. After a moment she called for some of her men. Whatever was happening here was far too interesting for her to ignore.


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“Her vitals are stable for now, my Lady,” the droid said quietly, the soft whirr of its repulsors keeping it afloat as it explained the stranger’s condition. “Her pulse is quite unusual. She seems to be in no danger but without warning it will accelerate to well outside of normal limits. At this time we have no explanation.”

Matsu wasn’t looking at the droid as it explained, her dark golden eyes instead fixed on the Atrisian woman wrapped in layer upon layer of sterile white bandaging and blankets.

For a moment - just a moment - Matsu saw a flash of who she’d once been, much the same after losing her arm for the first time in an act of betrayal that had nearly driven her mad. But instead it had become her power. Shaking her head, she looked to the droid.

“Send her to me when she’s able,” the Sith Lord said equally as quiet, before turning on her heel and disappearing.

[member="The Rusted Queen"]​
 
Lost within the recesses of her subconscious, Kasa felt herself falling deeply into a pit that didn't end. She reached up trying to find something tangible, but only felt the void of nothingness. Air drifting through her bare fingers, and then suddenly she felt the impact of hitting the ground. The air in her lungs was non-existent as her eyes went wide, and at the end of the void she saw a brief glimmer of light pierce the inky black of the space inside her thoughts. Was it salvation? Or was it another trick played by her ever-deteriorating psyche? A horrific scream brought Kasa back into the realm of the living, and she found herself on an operating table with droids doing work on her body. Charred flesh scarred most of her torso, and fragments of bone jutted out of her skin.

The overwhelming sensation of pain coursed through her every living nerve, like the fire that scorched her in the crash was still eating her alive. She let out a roar strong enough to be felt through the Force, possibly on the fringes of reaching the woman that found her. The room she was held in was blinding with white lights, and whatever anesthetic used to numb her pain had faded away. Tears streamed down her mostly intact face as she focused on everything that brought her to this moment. The killings, the blood and flesh she consumed to build her strength, and that fateful day when the outsiders arrived. It was almost as if it was meant to happen.

Kasa closed her eyes and was lulled to sleep by the beeps and hums of medical machinery and the droids doing their work. Her mind fixated on the pain, and from this she drew on it - feeding and nourishing her connection to the Force. Inside her head once again, she communed with the darkness she knew as her closest ally.

The dead of her past and the flesh she craved grew into a world of her own design, and this was how she wanted the world to be.

[member="Matsu Xiangu"]
 
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“Mistress, surgery is complete. She is finally resting,” came the soft chime of a droid disturbing her study. The Sith Lord looked up at the time and was surprised to see several hours had gone by. Elbow deep in a body once more, she extracted her limbs from deep within the abdominal cavity of yet another experiment. This one was recently deceased however, and she could easily leave him for later. Wiping off her cybernetic arms, she left the bloodied towel on the table with her fascination and moved back down the hall.

A chair had been left for her next to the bed on which Kasa lay, her restless mind filling the chamber with tension. Matsu settled herself in the chair’s comfortable luxuriousness, its high arms allowing her to lean back and close her eyes as she focused on Kasa.

Dreams were a particular fascination for the mentalist and she followed them downwards, a slow chase down in to the woman’s subconscious.

They were both drifting, lost in some beautiful nightmare as Matsu found herself in Kasa’s subconscious. There was rust, the walls rolling and crawling like maggots under dead-dry skin as she got her bearings. Darkness beckoned just behind chain-link fencing that served as one wall, something wet and sucking traveling in the shadows. A moan like a sob inhaled over and over in robotic fashion somewhere behind a closed door. It was the upside-down, a world where the dark side ruled. Moving forward, the Sith Lord wrapped her fingers around a rusted chain-link and opened her mind just the slightest bit to try and feel the gravity of the hollow extraction here in this place. She had never felt anything quite like it.

“Hello,” she whispered, knowing Kasa was here somewhere in this otherworld. “My name is Matsu.”

[member="The Rusted Queen"]​
 
The stench of blood-tinged air hung in this twisted reality - more of a delusion, a nightmare come to life. The distant clangs and scrapes of pipes and something being dragged along the walls or floors echoed off in the distance of the vast, industrial setting. A low, ever-present hum gave the poorly lit domain a sense of life, almost as if it were breathing and possibly even watching those that traversed within.

"Hello"

Kasa's eyes shot open and she found herself laying on a rusted table. Upon sitting up and looking at her surroundings, the room she was in was severely dilapidated and something behind the walls moved, almost sounding like flesh being dragged along metal. The young Atrisian woman found herself attired in crimson, upon her head was a helmet which she couldn't remove. It almost felt fused to her very being. Upon further inspection of the room, she came across a lightsaber clutched in the cold hand of a corpse without a face. Long dark hair draped its face and torso, and the Dark Side radiated from it - or was it the weapon itself?

Kneeling down, Kasa ripped the hilt away from the corpse and activated it - a dark crimson blade with a blackened center hissed into existence.

"My name is Matsu"

Having little choice of options, the woman decided to follow the voice to its source. It sounded almost familiar, in fact, she was almost certain of who it was.

Upon leaving the room, Kasa found herself among a long, poorly lit corridor. Blade at the ready, she slowly began to walk among the decay and mystery. Feeling through the Force, someone was most definitely there. And a response was due.

"...Welcome..."

[member="Matsu Xiangu"]
 

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