S H A D O W
The assault to strip her and put her in some jelly like clothing was met with a fight, but once she was warned about needing to stay still, she cooperated. It didn’t take as long as she had expected, it seemed the two and whatever else help they were getting were pretty skilled at stripping humans. In her frustration through, a fist swung and took out the jaw of a slave – or what she assumed to be a slave. The first bite into her collarbone was something the Crucitorn masked for her. Spencer had to fight the urge to see the other human that was for some reason donating blood to her.
Spencer kept her eyes on the one that was talking to her about science, the creature reminded her of Circe and her desire to learn what made Spencer tick. A brief memory of a blood test and learning her weakness flashed in the back of her mind, but she remained in the present. The worm or whatever it was that had the tendrils caught her full attention and whatever squirming Spencer had been doing ceased to exist. Looking down, she watched as things appeared to help the woman (she assumed the gender not really recognizing much) cut into her. The Crucitorn could only mask so much pain and while the flesh was being slowly peeled away along with her muscle to expose the bone and the delicate nerve endings, Spencer bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Her tongue pecked against the wound on the inside of her lip trying to stop the iron taste from filling her mouth.
Whatever the worm was quickly latched onto her nerve endings and the air in the cell trickled against the exposed flesh and once again Spencer choked down a groan of pain. She had to drop the Crucitorn if she wanted to try and close up what was being done. Her mind needed to focus on mending instead of masking the pain that was now shooting up and down her forearm. Why was she all of a sudden a science experiment? Was this how the Vong treated their prisoners of war? Thousands of questions filled her mind as her eyes darted from each corner of the room. Settling for a moment on Reverance she etched his face in the back of her mind, determined to make him pay for this she assumed this was his doing. The other one, the one that brought her here seemed more interested somewhere else – which relieved Spencer. It was one less person she had to take out to escape.
Her mind worked over and over again possible escape plans, she needed to get out and stop hoping to the Force that Ashin would find her. Spencer needed to do this on her own, she got herself stuck here and that was only her own fault for being ill-prepared for battle. Jun’s voice broke her concentration as she looked towards her still holding down her pain. The scientist explained the experiment – Spencer didn’t really care to be the test subject, but she nodded and decided to comply. Her first instinct still remembering what happened to Vrag’s armor when she used lightning and how she was able to fend off the creature that tried to take out her leg. Drawing on the dark side that Reverance so freely offered, sparks collected in her unsliced hand. It took a bit longer to pull the Force around her – she didn’t understand why and figured it was the force dead nature of the building and the beings around her. Her first target to help this scientist find data on the Force was the quiet one that had held her down. Didn’t seem like much, but once the lightning had gathered she shot it all without restraint towards Khallesh. As soon as the lightning had shot out from her body, something burned throughout her entire being. Without the Crucitorn being her main focus, her body couldn’t suppress this pain. A cold chill took over her frame as she felt thousands of pins and needles begin to prick relentlessly against her skin. Finally, she cried out quickly in pain. It subsided after a few minutes and she attempted to center her mind back to the Crucitorn until she could figure out what that after effect of the lightning was about. Her eyes looked back towards Khallash to see what the Vong had done.
[member="Vrag"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Khallesh"]
Spencer kept her eyes on the one that was talking to her about science, the creature reminded her of Circe and her desire to learn what made Spencer tick. A brief memory of a blood test and learning her weakness flashed in the back of her mind, but she remained in the present. The worm or whatever it was that had the tendrils caught her full attention and whatever squirming Spencer had been doing ceased to exist. Looking down, she watched as things appeared to help the woman (she assumed the gender not really recognizing much) cut into her. The Crucitorn could only mask so much pain and while the flesh was being slowly peeled away along with her muscle to expose the bone and the delicate nerve endings, Spencer bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Her tongue pecked against the wound on the inside of her lip trying to stop the iron taste from filling her mouth.
Whatever the worm was quickly latched onto her nerve endings and the air in the cell trickled against the exposed flesh and once again Spencer choked down a groan of pain. She had to drop the Crucitorn if she wanted to try and close up what was being done. Her mind needed to focus on mending instead of masking the pain that was now shooting up and down her forearm. Why was she all of a sudden a science experiment? Was this how the Vong treated their prisoners of war? Thousands of questions filled her mind as her eyes darted from each corner of the room. Settling for a moment on Reverance she etched his face in the back of her mind, determined to make him pay for this she assumed this was his doing. The other one, the one that brought her here seemed more interested somewhere else – which relieved Spencer. It was one less person she had to take out to escape.
Her mind worked over and over again possible escape plans, she needed to get out and stop hoping to the Force that Ashin would find her. Spencer needed to do this on her own, she got herself stuck here and that was only her own fault for being ill-prepared for battle. Jun’s voice broke her concentration as she looked towards her still holding down her pain. The scientist explained the experiment – Spencer didn’t really care to be the test subject, but she nodded and decided to comply. Her first instinct still remembering what happened to Vrag’s armor when she used lightning and how she was able to fend off the creature that tried to take out her leg. Drawing on the dark side that Reverance so freely offered, sparks collected in her unsliced hand. It took a bit longer to pull the Force around her – she didn’t understand why and figured it was the force dead nature of the building and the beings around her. Her first target to help this scientist find data on the Force was the quiet one that had held her down. Didn’t seem like much, but once the lightning had gathered she shot it all without restraint towards Khallesh. As soon as the lightning had shot out from her body, something burned throughout her entire being. Without the Crucitorn being her main focus, her body couldn’t suppress this pain. A cold chill took over her frame as she felt thousands of pins and needles begin to prick relentlessly against her skin. Finally, she cried out quickly in pain. It subsided after a few minutes and she attempted to center her mind back to the Crucitorn until she could figure out what that after effect of the lightning was about. Her eyes looked back towards Khallash to see what the Vong had done.
[member="Vrag"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Khallesh"]