Torture on Tuesday {Evelynn}

[Antoir Setrrin]

Last week's test had gone well. One Sithspawn had managed to crush almost an entire village, cleansing it of life. However they were still having issues with 'Ven' retaining memories from her past life. Flashbacks left her utterly useless for hours. But keeping her still long enough to fix those issues wouldn't be easy. They had brought her here, to a forest, in the hopes that she would eventually tire herself out. So far she was just running amok. Surprisingly nothing had died yet. Of course, most of the animals went running when they smelled the strange scent. A few predators were following her (thanks to the scent of the blood that seemed to coat her), along with the two Akk dogs she called pets.​

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A floating camera had been keeping track of her movements... but a rock had been enough to knock it out of the sky. In time the Vong would come back to check on her. For now though, they would wait. Getting Ven to go back in the cage wouldn't be easy, and would require more than just one shock from a stun gun. In the end they might have to call in the one person who could actually control her. 'Course, that could take days. People can't just teleport across solar systems. Traveling takes time.​

As do many things in life.
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[Louise]

One such creature that stalked the peculiar woman was a touch more curious than the others.

A woolly veermok, far from its native planet of Naboo lurked throughout the dense thicket of trees and grasses. The existence of the predator upon the generic forest world was a mystery, but one easily solved. Some people might have suggested anarchic ecological terrorists, introducing new species haphazardly to unfamiliar worlds in the hopes of upsetting ecosystems but those people were clearly on crack.

What a maddening theory.

Let's forget about the creature, how about we focus upon the cross-legged girl a few miles away in a clearing, who was either meditating or dead. Hint: It was the former.

Combining the two anomalies gave the answer.

Evelynn was in training. If one were to approach the prone girl and knocked upon her forehead with a rat-tat-tat-tat, they would have found that there was nobody home. Of course, she exuded an aura of discomfort to prevent anything non-sentient from approaching her body, for you see her mind was out of a jaunt.

She had brought the woolly veermok to the world for one reason, to become to wooly veermok. Her training in the way of the beast, she had conquered controlling them from afar, like a commander of war but now she strived to control them from within, mental mastery. It was by no means an easy feat, her sessions often left her completely drained but without practise she would not perfect it. Control the beast. Become the beast.

So upon four legs the woman stalked her prey.

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[Antoir Setrrin]

One of the Akk dogs let out a bark. It's crude lips curled up into what could only be described as a snarl. Soon the other joined in, looking around, pawing the ground, and sniffing the air. That was enough to get Ven to pause. What was causing her dear little friends to get so panicky? Perhaps a normal person would get worried at the odd sight. But as was already established, the Sithspawn is no ordinary 'woman'. "Vorek, Thal, keep watch." Commanding the beasts did little. They were the type to stay wary no matter what- there was no need to remind them to. The mad merc knew this well. However, she did enjoy feeling in control. Yes, that must be why she bothered speaking to semi-sentient beasts in a manner one usually reserved for intelligent lifeforms. To feel like she had at least some control of over her forced existence. In many ways she was like the Veermok (though she still knew nothing of it's existence). For one, she was a beast capable of destruction. Also, she was quite large (though perhaps not as large as the primate). But most importantly, she was a tool in the hands of another. As Evelynn used the Veermok, the Vong, Ven's handlers, used the Spawn.​

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"They wouldn't be coming yet. It is to soon. There must be another..." Sighing the woman sat down. Here she would wait for predator or prey- whomever came first. Both Akk dogs stood at attention besides her. Should any of the scents come closer... they would let her know. After all the three had bonded together surprisingly well. Who knew that an unnatural creation could actually get along with anything? 'Course, she had the soul of a once caring, occasionally kind lass. Not all of her was monstrous. Just enough to get the job done.​

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[Louise]

The veermok approached.

There was no real element of stealth to the approach, there couldn't have been. Between the combined noses of the Akk dogs there was no opportunity to sneak up upon the peculiar woman. So as it stood Evelynn would have to be bold and brash, welcome to the head on confrontation not a problem when you're inhabiting the body of such a large and ferocious creature.

Scent revealed her first. Sound followed as the woolly creature leapt from tree to tree, the wind rushed against her primal features, her heart thumped hard within that proud chest. She felt. Finally sight gave her up too, and the rustling greenery gave way to the leaping predator, who with a final swing landed several metres away from the woman and her pets.

If she had the sense for it, the woman would have been able to tell that the veermok was far from ordinary, catching glimpses of the Sith Lady that occupied the space within.

Her tail whipped around behind her curiously and hair that made up that impressive mane bristled slightly but she made no move to attack, not just yet. Her head titled, and from those wide nostrils came a slight huff. Who was this curious woman?

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[Antoir Setrrin]

It wasn't to long before Thal let out a little growl. Extending a hand out, Ven quietly gave his head a little pat. The beast started to visibly relax. Vorek (the other Akk dog) still seemed upset, and refused to remove his gaze from the rustling branches up ahead. "They're coming. Interesting." Turns out, 'they' was actually an 'it'. A 'humph' was given when the primate burst from the brush. To the Spawn's surprise, it didn't attack. Instead a stare-off started. Both involved parties tipped their heads to the side. "Huh. You ain't from around here." Previously, before her first death, the woman had held a deep thirst for knowledge. She spent weeks reading up on all sorts of subjects. Getting to know different flora and fauna had been one of her favorite pastimes. Even now, with most of her memories removed, she could remember some things. The fact that a Veermok was typically only found on Naboo (other planets in zoos or private collections) was one of the things she still knew. Nothing else about the animal came to mind.​

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But something did seem off. Not many wild predators would just walk up to a person and stand there. Unless, of course, the beast was not entirely a beast. While Ven knew very little about the 'force'... however, Circe Savan, her former lover, had mentioned various things in the past. Had she said something about beast control? Potentially. Unfortunately the memories weren't clear enough to make anything of it. For now she would just assume that the creature was either an oddity or was possessed. Neither seemed like they would lead to anything but trouble. "Ya just gonna stand there?" She asked, smirking slightly. Of course she didn't believe the animal would respond verbally. However... maybe it would lead her to it's owner, master, or whatever made it act so strangely.​

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[Louise]

The veermok pondered.

Or rather Evelynn pondered.

There were two branching paths here, the path of blood which asked for a primal primate offensive, limb tearing, screeching and perhaps a spot of flesh rending. Of course, needless aggression held a price. There was nothing to learn, nothing to gain but slaughter and although the Silent Sister did like to indulge in a spot of bloodshed, it was usually in the torture chamber and not with the hands of a ferocious predator.

No, there was another path to take.

The beast nodded, which was a peculiar thing for beasts to do. Time for some cardio, methinks. Without further ado the beast sprinted off on four legs into the forest, leaping for the first tree in sight. The Akk dogs would keep her scent, there was no danger of losing them if they failed to keep up.

She would be leading them back to the clearing, where her unconscious body lay, but for what purpose?

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[Antoir Setrrin]

And so it became clear that this beast was indeed under control. Or so Ven thought. It was either that, or the creature was mentally off, which would make its survival slightly puzzling. Really, possession seemed to be the likely answer. "Going for a run, eh?" Already the Akk dogs were running after the odd beast. Unsurprisingly, their master followed, though at a much more casual pace. Every once in awhile her pets would stop to allow her to catch up. They were pretty well trained, and pretty much never disobeyed an order from someone they respected. That was the thing about Akk dogs. If you gave them a reason to respect you, they would do what you want. But if you showed weakness, even if only for a moment, they would make you their next meal. Quite similar to how Ven worked these days. Perhaps that is why they make such a great team?​

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Whatever the reason for their closeness was, it was enough to let them follow the Veermok with ease. Any time that the animal disappeared from sight it was then tracked via scent. Or by the sound of shaking leaves and breaking branches. Eventually the trio reached the clearing... Both Thal and Verok sat by the nearest trees, waiting for their master to finish whatever business she was attending to. Ven stayed back at first. If the Vong were watching from the sky... they might be able to see her. However there was a lot of forest. There was no way they would have been able to keep an eye on her from up there. It would be some time before they found her again. "And the last piece falls into place..." Black eyes specked with yellow watched the Veermok, the unconscious woman. What was going on here?​

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[Louise]

It wasn't a long jaunt, perhaps ten minutes at the most.

The blonde woman in the clearing sat with a perfect posture, back straight, shoulders down as if she had been moulded in this very shape. Regal. Dignified. You might have thought she was meditating if it weren't for that aura, for the whites of the eyes that were so boldly on display. Body stiff and mind empty this was a dangerous state to leave oneself in. If the wrong person were to come, the connection could have been severed and if Evelynn were caught on the wrong side...well...

...it was too grim to comprehend.

With a shuddering gasp grey orbs rolled back into their proper place. Her mind had returned to the correct vessel, with the veermok standing still by her side. The girl could not concede her haggard breathes, having exerted quite a piece of effort to actively transfer her essence into that of a beast. It was a dangerous stamina consuming ability but one that was ultimately worth the price.

To be so in tune with nature was truly divine.

Who, are you?

So much for people skills. No hello? How are you? Lovely day we're having?

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

What was even odder than the Veermok's stillness was that of Ven's. In any normal situation she would likely give in to her bloodlust. Yet she had made no move to attack the blonde in front of her. The Vong would be disappointed. Their intentions had been to create something only they could stop (and by 'they', I mean one of their pawns, Savan). Something that would only seek to destroy. So far both the appearance of Savan and Terana would calm her down, flashbacks would occasionally shut her down, and in some cases, like this one, she would fight against the voice telling her to burn the worlds. A failure in some eyes. A victory in those of others. But we have focused on this for to long. Sticks broke beneath the giant's feet as she stepped closer. Once more her head tipped to the side out of curiosity. Who was this strange lass? Ven was about to speak when she heard a voice. However, the blonde's lips hadn't moved. Hmm... telepathy of some sorts. Interesting. Only added to the puzzle that this day had put forward.​

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What may be considered hormones made the Spawn want to show dominance. To show that she to could do things others couldn't. All she managed was a little huff, along with a slight furrowing of the brow. Taking another step forward (so there was little over a meter between them) she squatted down. Even then she was a fair bit taller. Of course the small horns added a bit of height. "They used to call me Ven'Rain Sekairo, or the mad merc. Now most refer to me as Monster, or Spawn. Though a few gave me the nickname of 'The Shattered Knight'. I take it you're the reason that Veermok is acting strange?" She said. As usual her voice was low, rough. Still it held the marks of years spent in Imperial space. Accents held history. More so for Ven than for many others. Her speech patterns screamed Republic, her accent Imperial, and her slang Protectorate. Anyone who paid enough attention to that would hold her past in their hands- some of it, at least.​

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[Louise]

Finally letting her gaze settle properly on this woman a smirk came to the corner of her lips as inwardly the mute remarked just how big she was, even squatting down. A fearsome sight, for a warrior. Evelynn, was fortunately not a warrior and was therefore not concerned about the prospect of having to go toe-to-toe with the imposing woman. No no. The Silent Sister lived to master all manners of beasts, if it needed taming the mute would try.

Evelynn finally relaxed slightly, head tilting upwards to look this other creature in the eyes. What would you like me to call you?

Manners first, answers later.

This woman clearly had a more than interesting past. There had to be tragedy there, had to be, her physical appearance radiated pain never mind talk of any mental scars. In her mind a question was posed: What are you? However that was an incredibly rude question made for the blunt and socially impaired.

I was the Veermok.

With a flourish of her wrist she sent the primate away, hopefully not an unwise decision as it went lumbering back into the brush.

However now it is his will that is merely mine.

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

Over the years she had gone by many names. But she had been called even more. How someone addressed her was usually determined by how well they knew her, and what their opinion of her was. Back in the Republic they called her Captain. In Imperial space she was simply 'merc' or 'Ven'. Most of the Protectorate peeps called her by her full name, though a few of the stiffer military types called her Private. Of course... there is Ventasia and Circe. Both call her Ven, Kairo, or something along the lines of 'darling'. To be honest, the mad merc had never really thought about what she wanted to be called. As long as someone didn't disrespect her she was fine. Hell, if someone mistook her for a male she wouldn't bother to correct them. Names are names. Nothing more.​

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"Don't care. Call me whatever you want. May I know your name?" How odd. The beast was being rather polite to someone she didn't know. Interesting. "You were the Veermok?... You must have some mighty powers then. Truly there is no limit to what can be done..." Ven remembered little about the force. But she had heard rumors of what masters could do with it. Even heard a tale of a man who created a star- and of another who consumed it. Perhaps these stories were simply that. Stories. Still, it was enough to make the woman wonder what her new companion could do.​

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[Louise]

The frail blonde frowned slightly, almost made uncomfortable by the fact that this other woman did not care what she was called. The moment that Evelynn had been stripped of her own surname had been brutal in a symbolic sense. She was no longer Evelynn Dorn, no longer the daughter of Sith Sorceress Karin Dorn. The mute had been knocked into nothing, only to be built up once more in a new image. Names were important.

I am Evelynn.

A pause for thought, a pause for dramatics.

Queen of Rattatak.

A smirk.

Not that you seem the sort to care about silly little titles.

The woman finally shifted, slowly gathering herself from the forest floor and onto her feet. Evelynn was never going to be a physically imposing girl. Frail and thin, the indulgence of the dark side had left her skin a sickly pale. She might not have been intimidating but hey, she was mastering spooky quite well.

The million credit question: Why are you here?

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[Antoir Setrrin]

Had Ven known that Evelynn's frown was because of her response to names... well, she would have found it interesting. Names were just that- names. They told nothing about a person. It was simply a way to address a certain individual to make sure they knew you were referring to them, and not another. More importantly... you could not have a name stripped from you. No matter how hard anyone tried, you would always know what you were called. That was what mattered. Just as I will always be R.A.N, Ven will always be Ven. The only way your name could be 'taken' from you is if you let it. Even if every last living soul knows you as one thing, your name can still be something else. But that was merely Ven's opinion, and one she wouldn't share unless asked about such 'trivial' things as titles. "Not that you seem the sort to care about silly little titles." For a moment the spawn paused, not having paid attention to the first part of Evelynn's telepathic speech. Eventually she remembered a murmer. It was enough to give her something to cal the lass.​

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"Titles are titles, nothing more. Some will boast to be 'Champions of the Galaxy', but are they really? If one proves that they earned their title, that they are worthy of what they claim to be, then I will consider their words. There is little worse than a false prophet or foolish King." A sneer slipped onto her face as she spoke. Her nose scrunched up a bit while she did so. But once more she adopted a less revealing expression, opening her mouth to speak again. "I am a creature of darkness. Forged with magic and science. My creators made me feed of of death, destruction, bloodshed. But they have yet to cause enough chaos to spark the wars my rage desires. So every once in awhile they are forced to set me loose upon worlds, to let me kill and maim as I see fit." Yet she hadn't harmed a single soul on this planet yet. How much longer could she go without trying to rip someone's heart out with her bare hands? I'm sure we'll find out soon.​

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[Louise]

Her eyebrow flitted slightly.

Evelynn was not born into royalty, it was not in her blood. If there was anything that were in the woman's blood it was an innate talent for Sith sorcery, well, that and bony features. The blonde had fought alongside her brunette counterpart to claim the vicious gladiator world known as Rattatak. There was slaughter, it was glorious, it was a story that she wasn't going to repeat. There was no need.

For Ven'Rain Sekairo was far more interesting than most stories the mute could muster.

A smile spread to the girl's face, slowly and deliberately, now this girl was something fascinating. Death, destruction and bloodshed made for a delicious concoction. And here I thought I was something special, she said still smiling. A small step or two and she had closed to gap between them, so close that this creature would feel Evelynn's breath upon her.

Do you find your bloodlust satisfied? Do you wish to tear me limb-from-limb? Tell me of your darkness.

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[Antoir Setrrin]

Smirking, the beast rose. She was roughly three feet taller than Evelynn. Quite a bit of difference. Piercing yellow eyes found themselves staring down at the Queen of Rattatak. "And here I thought I was something special. Do you find your bloodlust satisfied? Do you wish to tear me limb-from-limb? Tell me of your darkness." This pleased her. Talking about the chaos she caused was always quite fun. Especially when the listener seemed just as interested as she was. "I have yet to break any pathetic lifeforms on this world yet. Terribly depressing, really. I long to feel bones break beneath my hands, blood to slip through my fingers, flesh to tear through my will. Yes, Evelynn, I have considered attacking you. Feasting upon the horrors your eyes have seen. But you have made me curious through your actions. And so I have yet to test my strength against you." What would happen if Ven changed her mind? Surely it would be an interesting fight. As long as Eve managed to summon her beasts quick enough. Or.... is it possible she could tame the spawn herself? Now that would be interesting.
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[Louise]

It can be difficult, keeping those desires in check.

Despite the fact that this woman could have easily picked up Evelynn and snapped her frail form over one knee the Sith Lady remained bold and brash, staying up close and personal to the other woman's...well...torso. The height difference made for a more awkward looking confrontation.

I know those feelings more than most.

She remained smiling, that Cheshire bloody Cat, teeth just threatening to bite her own lower lip. There was excitement in the air. Violence and blood loomed, lurking ever closer on the edges of their consciousnesses. They both wanted the same thing, they merely achieved it in different ways.

I welcome you to try, Ven'Rain Sekairo. Show me why they call you a monster.

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[Antoir Setrrin]

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep a grin from spreading across her face. Along came a chuckle... revealing the sharp ends of her teeth again. "Gladly... Even if it is impolite to hit a lady." Not that she ever really cared about manners. It was just something amusing to say at the time. One must take those chances when the come along, who knows when you'll get another opportunity. Especially when someone just agreed to let a Sithspawn try and break them. This was the calm before the storm. Soon it would likely become a mess of blood, bruises, etc. Oh how lovely that would be... For a second she stood still. What would be the best way to proceed? She didn't want to break her 'plaything' to soon. So no breaking backs over knees, no tearing of the limbs (though they could be pulled from their sockets), no strikes to deadly pressure points (such as side of neck, center of shoulders both front and back). That severely limited her attacks. For things to work she'd need to back up- though not by much. And so she did. A fist shot out, aiming to hit Evelynn square in the right shoulder. Quickly it was followed by a left roundhouse kick to her side. Then she paused again, waiting to see the results of her assault. Both of her Akk dogs started growling. Ven seemed surprised, having forgotten she had taken them with her. "Ey! Vrota nos krait, dremel al tipe!" She snapped, causing them to cease their whining. "Forgive me. They will not intervene."​

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[Louise]

A lady.

Evelynn looked like a lady, walked like a lady and spoke like a lady (albiet telepathically) but if you were to ask the scores of broken men and woman she left behind, purposely letting them live so they could remember her, well they would definitely not be calling the depraved mute a lady. Perhaps some stronger words would have been needed, or garbled screams of terror.

Either or will do.

The Sith took the monster's strikes with vigour, the blow to the shoulder like a sledgehammer rather than a hand. That was going to be a spectacular bruise, she was caught with the kick immediately afterwards, a brutal one-two combination. If the punch had been a sledgehammer, the foot had been a wrecking ball sending her crashing away to the ground with the present of a broken rib wrapped up in a neat bow.

I know they won't.

The heat of pain prickled throughout her torso, sending shivers of delight through her entire beating. Evelynn herself was more of a fan of the perfect cut but blunt-force trauma still gave her the joy that she oh-so-craved. After a few moments of being down she returned to her feet, her posture indicating that her side was somewhat injured.

Not bad, but I know you've got more. Lose yourself.

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[Antoir Setrrin]

To feel the bones break was to feel absolute joy. Seeing the lass enjoy it? That was even better. However the beast had to remind herself to be careful. If she could break down durasteel doors (which she has done) she could break this woman without shedding a drop of sweat. "As you wish, Miss Evelynn." Ooh, Ven was actually bothering to call her by her name. Interesting indeed. Now that she had permission to truly cause chaos, she reached an arm out, hooking it around Eve's waist gently. She would hold the smaller woman at a distance, along with preventing her from falling again. Next she pulled a reasonably-sized knife from her belt. The tool was surprisingly clean. Then again, Ven always was one to keep her weapons in good condition.​

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A rather sharp metal point was now pressed lightly against the center of Evelynn's neck. With every breath she took she would feel it dig in, ever so slightly, into her skin. "I could kill you right now... But that would be no fun." Quickly the blade moved, going from her neck to her left arm. Slowly it was forced alongside the limb's edge. It was a shallow cut, nothing serious. Just a sting. A taste of what was to come. Then the knife pressed in harder. Blood would start to dribble down as the metal was dragged across flesh. Such a lovely sight.​

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[Louise]

A smirk played across those thin lips as the words as you wish came into play. Now those were the truly satisfying set of three little words. Forget about I love you. Silly sentiment that at the day meant very little. Love was just a word masquerading the true meaning, lust. Now that was a cup of tea with a hint of excitement.

Lust. Passion. Pain.

Closing her eyes the woman savoured the point of the knife at her throat, a little deeper, a little sharper, draw just the tiniest speck of blood. Just a bit more. Evelynn herself barely reacted to the notion of her end. The Silent Sister of Rattatak was not immune to fear, by all means there were plenty of stimuli that caused the mute to blanch but death was not one of those things.

The blade shifted, from her throat it travelled to her arm. There we go. That's the ticket. A sharp inhale. The bearing of teeth. A dribble of red. Deeper. Let's take a moment to avoid the innuendo of the moment.

No fun at all.

The dribble turned into a generous flow, a few droplets staining the ground beneath their feet.

Tell me, what do you do for fun, Monster?

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