The Sisters Kisses

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stood within a stark white room. White walls, ceilings and floors covered the room with white light shinning down on the raven haired girl, before her was hanging a figure, brown skinned and taller than she, even had he not been strapped into strange organic masses on both his legs and arms, the beginnings of an Embrace of Pain. The creature before her of course was an Ithorian, a well known alien by the name of @[member="Boolon Murr"].

The Sith Lady of Rattatak watched the creature with cold orange eyes, her gaze drilling into his elongated skull. She held a weave of the force on him, one that was barely noticeable to her but would be startling to him once he awoke. She had severed him from the force, not permanently of course, such a thing was beyond her, but instead she had done it for a time, with the aid of her sister @[member="Evelynn"] and the teachings of her father.

For now her prisoner would be unable to use the force...unless he somehow managed to break through the shield.

Finally after what seemed like an age of watching him Nemene moved. She began to glide across the room to a small table, stopping just before it and picking up a small blade, a scalpel sharp as could be. Just as she picked up the blade the Sith lady turned about, flowing back towards the captured Alien and stopping straight before him.

She smiled ever so slightly, only a twinge of a smile as she looked to her sister across the room.

Slowly Nemene leaned forward, raising herself up with the force for only a brief second before planting a kiss on the creatures forehead, a slight stinging sensation would stay where her lips had touched him. Her voice was like ice water being poured across the face. “Awake.”

It was a command, an expectation of an order to be followed.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Evelynn"]

He did so.

He wasn't entirely sure how to react. He knew what was coming, intellectually and in his gut. As a doctor, he'd treated subjects of torture before. He'd never experienced it himself, or read up on how to withstand it, if such a thing was possible. It depended, he supposed, on what they hoped to achieve. Knowledge of Levantine space or the Treaty of Ithor, perhaps? He knew little else. A turn to the Dark Side seemed the most likely objective. And fear was a path to the Dark Side.

"What do you wish, child?" he said.

 

[Evelynn]

In the corner of the room stood a silent girl, arms folded across her chest as she watched the Ithorian waken.

Looking at the creature provided a stark reminder of her former self. The girl that Kaine Zambrano had taken her on Ithor. That was Evelynn Dorn's favourite planet, and the Ithorians her favourite species. She had enjoyed their pacifistic nature, their dedication to preserving and protecting their environment. That girl had respected them, admired them. She had planned to even one day settle down and live on Ithor, with Sopher and Chomp at her side.

That girl was long since dead, and now she looked over the creature with a grim eye, not at all her usual playful self. She didn't move, just standing there like the most severe of statues.

This reminiscing was almost painful, thinking of Sopher in any manner hurt. It made her feel vulnerable, weak. Thinking about him in the presence of Nemene still felt dangerous, what would she say? What would her sister do?

Possibly nothing, perhaps everything.

@[member="Nemene Talith"], @[member="Boolon Murr"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“I wish to find something out Jedi.” Nemene's voice was almost chipper, something that seemed odd coming from the raven haired girl. She looked a the Ithorian for a few more minutes before continuing, a small wooden boxed elegantly decorated was in her satin gloved hand and she seemed to caress it almost lovingly as she looked over the alien.

She slowly slid open the wooden box to reveal two dozen finely worked metal needles. “My Sister has told me of the legendary calm and patience of the Ithorians.”

Nemene spared a glance for Evelynn, an almost coy smile.

“I want to see if I can break that calm.” Slowly with a black gloved hand she pulled out one of the needles. The needle was not just any metal, no. It was a Deveronian Edge. The small metal filament had been made and infused with the powdered gems that produced Deveronian blood poison, what was said to be the most pain causing venom in the entire galaxy. It was a pain that Nemene had personally experienced, and one she loved to hand out to others.

She let the needle rise slightly to the Ithorians stretched out throat. She placed the very tip of the needle onto the Ithorians skin, holding it in place with the pad of her gloved finger. The alien would already begin to feel the pain from just the pin prick, but she was not yet ready to truly begin.
@Evelynn @Boolon Murr