Asaiah Celwik
Character
Location: Fondor
Tag:
Rio Naran
The Alliance had fallen. It had only been a matter of time since they had lost Coruscant. Since they had lost Asaiah's homeworld. Yet was it truly her home anymore? No. She moved far too frequently to consider anywhere a home. Dagobah had been her abode for a short while. As she had played with her experiments, nursed her wounds from the Bounty she had completed against a Jedi. Nar Shaddaa had also been her home for a moment, as she had built up the beginning of her own cult, before abandoning it to its own fate. Last she had heard, it was still going somewhat strong. They still believed in their "Mother". They still believed in Asaiah. The thought brought a small chuckle out, as she shook her head. Belief. Faith. It was all people used to give them an excuse to live. Yet for Asaiah, she needed none of that. All she needed was science.
Which brought her to Fondor today. It was abuzz. People planning on evacuating to safer space, to where they believed they'd be able to be protected. The rich and affluent would be on the first shuttles out of course, whilst the poor, the sick and the homeless would be left behind more than likely. Left to fall under the control of the Empire. The younger Asaiah would have saw it as a blight on the Galaxy. Would have demanded that she must go and slay the cruel and save the weak, but alas she had learned through her experiences that was simply how the Galaxy operated. The strong ruled over the weak. No matter how much she tried to aid them, it would never help. The weak was sick. It was in their blood. Something that Asaiah had been testing herself. The various samples of blood she had taken, looking for some kind of core reason for weaknesses. For evil. She knew it had to be in the blood, somewhere.
Of course, it wasn't just the weak she had to test. That's what brought us to here, with her latest subject. Laying deceased in the alley of Fondor itself. Asaiah sighed to herself as she gently dripped some of the blood coating her blade into a vial, before crouching herself down to speak to the corpse.
"All I wanted was a vial or two of your blood. You'd be so much valuable to me alive. Now there's an expiration date on the information I can find out."
Things had been so much easier when she had relied on her cult to collect the blood for her. Now it was like when she had first started out. Sloppy. Careless. Only evident by the cold sensation Asaiah could feel against the side of her waist. Reaching her hand down to her waist, Asaiah let out a small hiss of frustration as she pulled away a hand coated in red.
"Just...great. You managed to knick me in that scuffle...All because...I wanted to further...my studies! You stupid, stupid corpse!"
The more cold and logical part of Asaiah started to crumble under her frustrations, as she started to kick the corpse. Each kick followed by some kind of expletive. Grunts. Groans. Just pure frustration. Though as her breaths starting to grow heavier and heavier, Asaiah stopped, pressing her hand against her side. Using the Force to manipulate her blood, to at least keep some of the fluid inside of her. Sure, it would stop her from bleeding out, but it wouldn't stop the damage.
"Alright Asaiah...Time to find a doctor...One who won't ask questions."