Under the Sea

[Charlie Nooran]

[SIZE=10pt]Blue was a color Charlie always felt fit her. Still having piloted her small craft towards the planet she had found randomly in the Jedi Archives was an odd choice of things. Now that she was off Tython and under the guidance of Master Jyoti, she had a bit more freedom. Of course, that freedom was limited, but still it was more freedom than she was ever given. The young girl made beeping noises as she echoed the crafts alarm systems. It seemed there was a bit of a malfunction and she was headed straight through the atmosphere and crashing into the rare parts of land that appeared on the mostly watery planet. The craft imbedding itself into the planet’s landscape, Charlie found herself tumbled out and laying on the island. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A few hours passed, but she slowly came to. Sitting up she felt the wound on her head and a bit of dizziness. Her shoulders rolled back as she tried to gather her thoughts and remember where she was at. Nodding, she remembered after a few moments and slowly walked over towards the craft. It seemed pre-crash her decided to send a distress signal back to the Silver Temple. Looking around the planet, she figured she wouldn’t die of dehydration, but food was scarce it seemed. She began to gather a bit of brush to start some sort of fire and cook whatever rations she had brought with her. Food was something that the young Jedi never forgot. A small fire was soon part of her camp and she happily roasted a small creature. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Time past on slowly and Charlie waited to hear back from the temple. Laying back under the stars she sighed happily being briefly reminded of Tython. Though her small camping trip would be quickly cut short. Seiarenei came ashore to discover what had landed on their planet. Quickly the small Jedi girl was knocked out and dragged under the water towards Klymene the underwater capital of the blue sapphire planet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]What awaited her? Would anyone miss her? Charlie floated down and deep into the water as she headed towards her fate. [/SIZE]

[member="Natassia Traxen"]

 

[NT-6922]

The trio of Seiarenei who had taken the young Jedi beneath the waves was already bickering about what to do as they kept dragging her in the dark waters.
"We should devour her", spoke one with dark hair and a crimson red tail, already licking at the Jedi's body, her sharp teeth showing. She was swatted on the hand by another Seiarenei, one with a fiery red mane and a regal orange tail.
"She is not to be eaten!" she chastised her friend. "You can feel the Tide within her. Disturbingly bright instead of dark, but there is still a resonance. This is why we're bringing her to the palace."
The third of the sirens did not speak, her lips fixated on the Padawan's. They were too distracted to realize that she needed air at first, and when they remembered that she did, they simply applied the time-tested technique of giving air directly: pressing their lips against their victim and exhaling into their mouth.

They reached the royal palace quite quickly, thanks to the inherent strength of their tail: explaining the situation to the guards, they were quickly admitted in the royal chamber, where a peculiar woman was having an audience with the Twin Queens of Palamir...

Natassia had been recently transformed from a mere human into the superior race that was the Seiarenei, and her case deeply interested the queens. Transforming local females into Seiarenei would boost the population growth, rather than simply relying on the sexual whims of the volatile species that they formed: she was still explaining her case when the trio made irruption into the throne room, quickly apologizing and presenting the situation.
"You are free to take this one", spoke Merope in her beautiful, melodic voice. "For your service to our people. Perhaps you may find a way to use her more effectively than we would."
A dark smile graced the blonde's face at that.

And this was why Natassia was now back on the small island the intruder had been found, deep in thought. The Padawan was bound with seaweed at her hands and feet, and the distress signal had been turned off by the siren. She wanted no Jedi anywhere near her new home, especially not now that she was too a Seiarenei. Swishing her orange and black tail in the water, she waited for her... prisoner? slave? to finally awake.
Oh, she had many questions to ask her, and she was not ready to take "no" for an answer, not with her new-found connection to the Unlit Tide, which both Sith and Jedi called the Force.

[member="Charlie"]