Helen of Ossus
Healer with Secrets
Wearing Jedi Knight Robes
Armed With: Herself
Earlier, Coruscant
The Jedi Knights had spent weeks preparing for the raid on the Flesh Academics enclave.
By all standards, The Flesh Academics were using the Light Side in ways that the Jedi Order opposed and would oppose to their last breath.
They crafted creatures specifically to hunt Sith and other Dark Side Users. Creatures that often looked human.
The Academics had never harmed Civilians or Jedi Knights. But that had never stopped the Order from pursuing them and trying to shut them down whenever they were located.
But this was a new one. They hadn't tried to set up shop on Coruscant in a long time. That they had set up shop in the underworks with no one noticing was highly concerning.
It meant they had been smuggled here.
Coruscant may not be the Capital of the Galaxy any longer, but it was still prime Jedi territory. This encroaching could not, would not be tolerated.
Helen of Ossus was part of the strike team. A respected Jedi Master and Healer, she had been deemed essential to treat any injuries the team might suffer.
The knights had surrounded the small hovel of an enclave, really a repurposed abandoned factory for processing fabrics, and she was positioned with two Jedi Guardians at the front entrance.
At the first signal, one of the Kel Dor Guardians began to cut into the door carefully...or tried to. Multiple, glowing green runes lit up across the door.
"It's been fortified..." one of the Jedi noted. "Helen? If you will..."
Helen stepped forward and unleashed a blast of Force Light from her hand in order to dissipate the runes. The glowing ball of light hovering over her hand made the runes burn away near instantly.
The Jedi resumed cutting into the door before ripping it away with telekinesis and storming into the enclave...
...and only finding a long table piled with doughnuts and gourmet coffee.
One of the Kel Dor Knights names Farm, squinted hard through his goggles.
"Smart-asses. They knew we were coming! Someone ratted us out."
"It is possible they have a powerful seer among their ranks..." Helen suggested.
"But we were spontaneous in our planning, to throw off any precognition ability. It's not foolproof, but I really do believe the only way they could have known is if someone told them. I fear that the Order has a mole..." The Knight replied. "We must inform The Council of this development at once..."
The Knight stepped towards the table full of snacks.
"I'd have been less creeped out if they had left some sort of horrible monster behind for a surprise..."
"It doesn't look or feel like it's been poisoned..." Helen noted.
"You wanna take that risk? We should destroy all of this at once..." The Knight replied, staring grimly at the visual mockery left behind by the Academics.
"They're only making it worse on themselves..."
Helen remained silent as the other Jedi filed in to secure the area...
Hours later.
Helen waited in a dark alley under the shadows of the Coruscant temple in the underworks, waiting for her contact. She was nervous. They never requested to meet so close to the Jedi Temple.
Finally, her contact finally arrived. He was dressed in plainclothes and carried no artifacts or weapons about him. She had no doubt most of his organs had been modified into booby-traps however. He was a rodian with dull green skin and a blinded left eye.
"The Master passed on their gratitude for getting the warning out at the last moment..." The Contact said.
"Does she have to taunt them with the Doughnuts and Coffee routine? She's only making them angrier every time it happens." Helen protested.
"The Master has many means to taunt her pursuers. Snacks are simply the tamest, least violent method..."
"Would you prefer we start leaving actual traps behind?" he asked rhetorically. "There are much less morally palatable ways to deal with a pursuing Jedi Order. And neither you nor The Master wants to start resorting to them. Besides, it's not like we poison the stuff..."
The Contact replied, pulling out a holodisc and handing it to her.
"What's this?" Helen asked.
"We have a special assignment for you. A Sith."
Helen's eyes hardened. She had lost her original body and her students years ago in a brutal attack by The Maw Brotherhood on Coruscant...
The academics had rescued her...at a price...
"Name?" She asked.
"His name is
Darth Retrius
...seems to have something of a, shall we say, magnetic personality..."
(Cutaway of the Adamantium getting pulled out of Wolverine's body in X-Men 97)
"Don't they all..." she muttered grimly.
"Our spies caught him on your turf, Ossus." The Contact said.
"Why would a Sith risk so much coming to a nest of Jedi?" Helen wondered.
"That's for you to find out. He was reported in one of the more isolated jungles. We're not sure why he's there but be warned...he's not to be trifled with. They say he bears an exceptional command over metal..."
"A living Lodestone..." She said. "Well, worry not. I know Ossus like the back of my hand."
"Your human one or your clay one?" The Contact asked in a trollish manner.
"Feth you." Helen replied before walking off...
Two days later...
(Character Theme Song Power Up)
Helen stepped off the shuttle close to the small Alliance Colony set up here in an Outfit better suited to the humid condition. While she would not start to break down from ambient moisture, she knew the surface of her body needed room to breathe as much as possible in such an environment.
She paid the arrival fee, the dock officer trying not to gawk at her gorgeous appearance. It has been very useful to her in the past. It might cause the Sith to not take her seriously, especially in the skimpy outfit. If he didn't, he'd be making a serious mistake.
Helen had it in for the Sith ever since Coruscant. She tried to offset her desire for payback with her deeds as a healer, but when the Academics pointed a Sith her way, she made a beeline for them.
She could no longer breathe, or eat food, or drink water, or know physical pleasure. She was a ghost, tethered to a clay body fashioned to resemble her old one.
She did not idle once she arrived, ignoring lustful stares as she strode through the colony, weapons hidden in her body itself...non metal ones.
Helen was something of an assassin, like a Jedi Shadow who made it more personal than most.
Apparently this man had been a gladiator at one point. Helen was hoping to get the drop on him via the unexpected abilities of her body. There were no vital organs to damage. No bones to break. No veins to cut open.
Just a clay body, inhabited by a woman clinging to what desperate shreds of humanity she still could, constantly seeking justice for that day on Coruscant.
Helen was soon wandering into the jungle, throwing out her very advanced senses to try and locate him based on his last known spot from the disc...
Armed With: Herself
Earlier, Coruscant
The Jedi Knights had spent weeks preparing for the raid on the Flesh Academics enclave.
By all standards, The Flesh Academics were using the Light Side in ways that the Jedi Order opposed and would oppose to their last breath.
They crafted creatures specifically to hunt Sith and other Dark Side Users. Creatures that often looked human.
The Academics had never harmed Civilians or Jedi Knights. But that had never stopped the Order from pursuing them and trying to shut them down whenever they were located.
But this was a new one. They hadn't tried to set up shop on Coruscant in a long time. That they had set up shop in the underworks with no one noticing was highly concerning.
It meant they had been smuggled here.
Coruscant may not be the Capital of the Galaxy any longer, but it was still prime Jedi territory. This encroaching could not, would not be tolerated.
Helen of Ossus was part of the strike team. A respected Jedi Master and Healer, she had been deemed essential to treat any injuries the team might suffer.
The knights had surrounded the small hovel of an enclave, really a repurposed abandoned factory for processing fabrics, and she was positioned with two Jedi Guardians at the front entrance.
At the first signal, one of the Kel Dor Guardians began to cut into the door carefully...or tried to. Multiple, glowing green runes lit up across the door.
"It's been fortified..." one of the Jedi noted. "Helen? If you will..."
Helen stepped forward and unleashed a blast of Force Light from her hand in order to dissipate the runes. The glowing ball of light hovering over her hand made the runes burn away near instantly.
The Jedi resumed cutting into the door before ripping it away with telekinesis and storming into the enclave...
...and only finding a long table piled with doughnuts and gourmet coffee.
One of the Kel Dor Knights names Farm, squinted hard through his goggles.
"Smart-asses. They knew we were coming! Someone ratted us out."
"It is possible they have a powerful seer among their ranks..." Helen suggested.
"But we were spontaneous in our planning, to throw off any precognition ability. It's not foolproof, but I really do believe the only way they could have known is if someone told them. I fear that the Order has a mole..." The Knight replied. "We must inform The Council of this development at once..."
The Knight stepped towards the table full of snacks.
"I'd have been less creeped out if they had left some sort of horrible monster behind for a surprise..."
"It doesn't look or feel like it's been poisoned..." Helen noted.
"You wanna take that risk? We should destroy all of this at once..." The Knight replied, staring grimly at the visual mockery left behind by the Academics.
"They're only making it worse on themselves..."
Helen remained silent as the other Jedi filed in to secure the area...
Hours later.
Helen waited in a dark alley under the shadows of the Coruscant temple in the underworks, waiting for her contact. She was nervous. They never requested to meet so close to the Jedi Temple.
Finally, her contact finally arrived. He was dressed in plainclothes and carried no artifacts or weapons about him. She had no doubt most of his organs had been modified into booby-traps however. He was a rodian with dull green skin and a blinded left eye.
"The Master passed on their gratitude for getting the warning out at the last moment..." The Contact said.
"Does she have to taunt them with the Doughnuts and Coffee routine? She's only making them angrier every time it happens." Helen protested.
"The Master has many means to taunt her pursuers. Snacks are simply the tamest, least violent method..."
"Would you prefer we start leaving actual traps behind?" he asked rhetorically. "There are much less morally palatable ways to deal with a pursuing Jedi Order. And neither you nor The Master wants to start resorting to them. Besides, it's not like we poison the stuff..."
The Contact replied, pulling out a holodisc and handing it to her.
"What's this?" Helen asked.
"We have a special assignment for you. A Sith."
Helen's eyes hardened. She had lost her original body and her students years ago in a brutal attack by The Maw Brotherhood on Coruscant...
The academics had rescued her...at a price...
"Name?" She asked.
"His name is
Darth Retrius
...seems to have something of a, shall we say, magnetic personality..."(Cutaway of the Adamantium getting pulled out of Wolverine's body in X-Men 97)
"Don't they all..." she muttered grimly.
"Our spies caught him on your turf, Ossus." The Contact said.
"Why would a Sith risk so much coming to a nest of Jedi?" Helen wondered.
"That's for you to find out. He was reported in one of the more isolated jungles. We're not sure why he's there but be warned...he's not to be trifled with. They say he bears an exceptional command over metal..."
"A living Lodestone..." She said. "Well, worry not. I know Ossus like the back of my hand."
"Your human one or your clay one?" The Contact asked in a trollish manner.
"Feth you." Helen replied before walking off...
Two days later...
(Character Theme Song Power Up)
Helen stepped off the shuttle close to the small Alliance Colony set up here in an Outfit better suited to the humid condition. While she would not start to break down from ambient moisture, she knew the surface of her body needed room to breathe as much as possible in such an environment.
She paid the arrival fee, the dock officer trying not to gawk at her gorgeous appearance. It has been very useful to her in the past. It might cause the Sith to not take her seriously, especially in the skimpy outfit. If he didn't, he'd be making a serious mistake.
Helen had it in for the Sith ever since Coruscant. She tried to offset her desire for payback with her deeds as a healer, but when the Academics pointed a Sith her way, she made a beeline for them.
She could no longer breathe, or eat food, or drink water, or know physical pleasure. She was a ghost, tethered to a clay body fashioned to resemble her old one.
She did not idle once she arrived, ignoring lustful stares as she strode through the colony, weapons hidden in her body itself...non metal ones.
Helen was something of an assassin, like a Jedi Shadow who made it more personal than most.
Apparently this man had been a gladiator at one point. Helen was hoping to get the drop on him via the unexpected abilities of her body. There were no vital organs to damage. No bones to break. No veins to cut open.
Just a clay body, inhabited by a woman clinging to what desperate shreds of humanity she still could, constantly seeking justice for that day on Coruscant.
Helen was soon wandering into the jungle, throwing out her very advanced senses to try and locate him based on his last known spot from the disc...
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