"Seven"
Seven felt like her entire body was being crushed. Her muscles screamed to spasm in any way, but she was frozen in place. Her mind was trapped within itself, an inky void that acted like a tar pit. Her limbs thrashed, only to be restrained by the thing lurking within. As she stood paralyzed in the darkness, a lone shadow appeared. Tall, looming, orange eyes bright as burning torches. It simply stood behind her and tilted down to position it's head beside her ear.
"Where did you go?"
"I don't have to tell you."
"Such bold behavior," the shadow mused. "And here I thought that I had conditioned all such whims out of that pathetic mind... I suppose greatness has it's limits."
"I... don't want to talk to you," Seven shuddered. "Get out... of my head."
"You assume the right to order me? What, did that boy fill your soft little head with hope? Of course his brood would take pity on a slave..."
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
Surprisingly, the shadow twitched, being pushed back a little. Being out of his grasp was allowing Seven time to recover. It's eye flickered, as though the flames were twitching in frustration.
"The facade will crumble soon enough," Kalrath spat. "These people only pity you. This only ends one way. You have failed me. The technology in your body belongs to me. I will come to reclaim it."
There was a pause, and an intense stabbing sensation danced along Seven's back.
"The only thing to do with a broken tool is to salvage it for parts."
The young woman shot up with a gasp, clutching at her chest. She was in bed. Nobody was present. Even at this distance, even with the strangeness of Veridia in the force, Kalrath was still in her head. It made her terrified to sleep, knowing that he'd be there to breathe down her neck and remind her of the fate awaiting her at the end of all this.
A broken tool could only be salvaged for parts.
Seven gently hoisted herself out of bed and picked up a lantern, not bothering to put on her cloak. She gently opened the door and made her way into the dim halls of the Jedi Temple, not uttering a word. She probably just needed a little water and fresh air, is the lie she told herself. In truth she knew it was all just an excuse to keep herself awake and avoid him. The fatigue was setting in by now. Seven was tired, and her eyes wore subtle bags below them that expressed this. To some extent anything was better than sleep...
As long as she didn't have to hear that voice.
