Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Good," Alema said. "I'm glad we're all friends. Now, if we're done being--" From the corner of her eye she saw the crewman she'd so badly abused beginning to pull himself to his feet. She dealt him a quick, hard blow to the temple that cracked his head against the wall. Alema had barely looked at him long enough to hit him, and didn't even check to see if he was still breathing when he fell.
"Anyway. If we're done being hostile. I need the assistance of a few of you. I'll have to retrieve Samael and Lilith soon, but they're busy and we need to talk first anyway."
She cracked the knuckles of one hand, and the tone of her voice was brusque and commanding. Alema always spoke precisely and clearly, but commanding? Never.
"I know what's going on here, and by now so should most of you. Savin knows from personal experience... much to my annoyance," she muttered. "Our ship has been invaded by the incorporeal remnants of hundreds of life forms, most humanoid and sentient, though not all. Some are powerful Force users. You will not get rid of them without help."
There was no real reason to hide anymore. They needed to learn as quickly as possible that she was still their ally, as much as her host had been. They needed to move to the stage of grudging trust in her before she could prove that she deserved more, but they needed to do it quickly.
"Even if you find a way to expel each and every one--which I doubt--you will not have found it in time, and you'll still fail." She counted the assets at her disposal. Axl, Savin, Inson, Kady, possibly Samael and Lilith. "You'll fail without me. With my aid, though... you can save them. We can save them. I assume you all are willing to do what it takes to solve this?"
She had revealed almost everything now. They knew she was here and they knew what she had to offer. The only thing they didn't know was what she wanted in return.
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Throughout the altercation, Inson kept a single blaster pistol armed, ready, and aimed in the general direction of the fighting warriors. They were moving quickly, that much was for sure, trading blows that would have been devastating and erratic, making for a situation that very few marksmen would be comfortable with, but Inson remained cool, the barrel of his gun following both figures, with intent on Axl (as that was the one who seemed to be annoying Alema the most, and Inson got the most keen sense from her that she knew what the frak was going on), ready to fire. In ways he could never explain, and, from what his dreams told him, he didn't want explained, Inson was not just good with a gun, for the most part he was @#%$ near perfect. Still, he knew that if anyone could take care of themselves on the ship, it was Savin, so he would only shoot if it was apparent that Axl had to go down. Hard.
That moment, of course, never came (Inson noted that there was a lot of crazy stuff going on, yet unlike everyone else he didn't appear to be having very much fun), and as the scuffle died down to something more akin to a very awkward moment between two people who had just up-and-dropped a fight of the most grievous magnitude, Inson whirled and holstered his custom Bryar blaster pistol with a disappointed sigh.
Looking intently at the group as Alema explained the situation, Inson suddenly became wide-eyed, and let out an audible "Ooooohhhh..." as the story was woven. Apparently, the crew wasn't acting wampa-@#%$ insane because they were wampa-@#%$ insane (though this was true), but were actually possessed, or something. Inson had heard stories and tales of "Jedi" and "Sith" that could do magical stuff like that through some strange phonomenon, but for the whole of his sixteen year old life (or at least, as much as he could remember), Inson had never, ever experienced or felt this "Force", so he had doubted its existence.
Still, if Alema (or whoever was inside her at the time) was telling the truth at the moment, then something could be done. In fact, something had to be done, because really, what good would it do to have dastardly pirates if they were little more than the vicarious living vessels for some very hostile ghosty things with serious issues? And what would living with such beings be like? Inson thought "not much" and "not good" answered both of those questions.
The logic worked out in his head, so Inson nodded without question and stepped closer to Alema;
"I'll definitely help you; the last few hours have been way too odd, even for my tastes....And that's saying a lot! What's do we do?"
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The D'xun stood silently, resisting the urge to send a menacing glare accompanied by a low growl over to Axl every five seconds, and listened to what the Twi'lek comms officer had to say. Not that he like a -lick- of what he was hearing.
So, all those voices that vied for control of the D'xun's mind -were- other people. Or once were, anyway. There where so many of them. All clawing for control. The D'xun flinched as he resisted the impulse to clamp his maw around Axl's neck for the third time since he began this thought. As much of a nuisance the strill hanger on was to keep control of, Savin found that there was a certain harmony in the way they did things. And that they shared more than just the Mando'ad's body.
The D'xun would found himself sniffing the air, periodically, detecting the scents of those around him. Some of which he had committed to memory -long- before this incident and never realized it. His human senses where too weak to allow him to fully understand what his body had -always- been doing.
With the mental fog of his previous 'mental squatters' gone, however, these odd sensory quirks where even -more- pronounced, now that the Mando could focus on them. That focus had him leveling a stone-cold gaze at Alema as she talked, studying everything about her. The way she moved as she talked, the way her lekku hung and she stood. And, certainly, the way she dispatched the possessed crewman as if he where an afterthought. He watched..and he waited.
~*I'll definitely help you; the last few hours have been way too odd, even for my tastes....And that's saying a lot! What's do we do?*~
"Elek....what do we do to fix this.." There was something almost dark in the rumble of his D'xun accent.
Edited by: Savin Skirata at: 9/27/07 12:41 pm
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Fix it?" she asked. "Fixing it is relatively easy… for you. There's a little more work involved for me, but all you have to do is ensure that I can safely get down to the surface. I'll need your help keeping the other crew off my back." She lowered her voice to a mock-confidential stage whisper. "They're bitter. Don't like me running off."
She sighed and gave Inson an approving nod. "I assumed you'd be inclined at least to keep me from getting killed given… well, given who you are and who I am. What I wasn't so sure of is whether or not I could depend on you."
Here was the tough part. She needed to find a way to convince them that this was the best course. For some reason people just never listened, but they always eventually realized she was right.
"I can help you, but I need to know you're not going to turn on me. That as soon as I start helping you get rid of the others, you're not going to flip out and try to get rid of me." They wouldn't like this arrangement at first, but if they just persevered they would understand that she was looking out for their best interests. Until then… well, if she needed to browbeat them into agreeing, it would be for their own good. "You heard me. I want assurance that if I get rid of the others… I get to stay."
She held up a hand to stave off comment for the moment. "Now, I know what you're thinking. I don't belong here, what about the original owner of this body, yada yada yada. Your concern is touching. Really. But I'm not like the others. I don't just suppress whomever I find. We're both here and we're both fine. If you don't drive me out, I'll give you the means to save your crew. Do we have a deal?"
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And that was what he was waiting to hear. He -knew- that part was coming. It was just a matter of time. How -else- could she know so much about what was going on? Of course, she was one of them. And of course this idea about getting everything set right was a huge plot to bargain it's way into staying in his friend's body, safe from him continuing to seek a way to rip the body thief, screaming, from her host.
:::Like hell:::
"You have -got- to still be high on spice if you think for one. Frelling. Minute." The warrior took a deep breath. That outburst was the strill talking. "...that I am gonna let you continue to sully my friend after this is all over."
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Alema scoffed in overstated offense. "You know, you would be the one to give me trouble." She rolled her eyes. "Your friend. Your friend," she repeated. "Please."
It was highly likely that he really did believe what he was saying, but it was still somewhat repulsive to have it laid out in front of her like that. Like it was true. She knew better! She knew everything that had happened to her host, everything he'd done and never given a second thought to. She knew everything her host had been hiding for months and what's more, she knew why.
"Don't talk to me like I don't know what's going on. You think this is some great mysterious goal for me? I know exactly what I'm getting into, because I know all of you as well as she does. The difference is that I've got a pair, and we're not going to lay down and take it anymore. You think you're standing up for her? She doesn't need it from you. She needs it from me because you don't even know her."
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped a couple of millimeters. Easy signs to Savin of growing aggression. "I do. And there's not a one of you who can deny it."
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It was almost more than the warrior could stand. This chakaar, in nearly the literal sense of the word, had the gall to stand there and act like Alema asked for this. -Any- of it.
Reacting to the unspoken cues of challenge, the D'xun-bred Mando took a few steps closer to the -vastly- smaller Twi'lek. His thick chest heaved under the flimsy confines of his tanktop as he took in deep breaths through flared nostrils.
"Gar daworirla chakaar!" Savin practically spat the words at her through clenched teeth. "...You steal her body, subjugate her will, seek to kill her personality and replace her...and you expect us to believe that you give a mynock's a$$ about her! Ni'duraa!"
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Because she talks to me a hell of a lot more than she talks to you!" Alema made a sharp gesture with her hand as if physically throwing the words in Savin's face. "And because you can't handle us... what? What're you going to do, huh? Kill us both?"
She placed her hands on her hips and held her ground, despite needing to look up in order to properly argue with the big Mando. "You know what she told me? She told me that as long as she's known you, you've been too busy chasing after anything with tits to notice a good woman who gave a damn about you." Past tense. She was too angry to correct herself. "I don't think she should have been surprised."
The first blow had been dealt. Time for the second.
"How you met? She's too generous. Total fluke as far as I'm concerned. Other than that isolated incident she hasn't seen you notice anything unless it was served to you on a plate or tucked into a pair of tight pants. With a life like that full of so-called friends like that, why shouldn't she leave it to me? She doesn't belong in it. Not alone, which is what she was and nobody ever knew. Not you, not anybody."
"So why in the Abyss are you so pushy about her now? Where do you get off pulling that with me? I know better. Better than you, certainly!"Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 9/27/07 6:02 pm
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Savin could feel it happening. Something, deep within him, that began to bend and was coming close to snapping. In truth, it wasn't anything inside -him-, precisely. It was the will of his passenger that was making his arms tremble and his lips curl back over his teeth. It would probably be just as well if his growing rage was keeping him from completely registering what she was saying.
In truth, his body was almost running on some sort of autopilot. It was still reacting out of instinct, as if beset upon by a threat. Savin on the other hand was falling further into the back of his own mind, still reeling from what she had said. That couldn't be true, could it? She was lying. She -had- to be.
"I'm..through....with your lies, chakaar.." Struggled he from between clenched teeth. The rumble of his accent had gotten impossibly thick as the strill, seeing his chance to jump in the driver's seat, endeavored to wrest control from the warrior. It seemed that it, too, felt it had a good idea what it's host needed to live a happy life. Unfortunately, putting nearby necks to the teeth sounded like an excellent place to start...
Edited by: Savin Skirata at: 9/27/07 6:33 pm
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How far could she push him? How far could she strain and bend his loyalties before he eventually snapped? Would he be any use to her once he did?
But this wasn't for a purpose. If she'd been with Alema longer perhaps she'd have inherited some of her host's care and deliberation, but this was for fun.
This was for revenge. This was for justice.
He needed to be punished.
"Poor baby. Does it make you feel better to think that I'm lying?" she challenged him. "Does it? What reason do I have to lie to you? You're more useful to me if you're all warm and fuzzy for your sweet passive little blue martyr, but there's a lot she's left unsaid and by the Abyss you're going to hear it whether you want to or not. I won't lie to you like she does, just to keep you happy."
"No more lies, Savin Skirata. I'm the only one in this body who wants you to know the truth. All the lies. All that crap. Those were your chances, and hers. It's not my fault you blew it, and it's not my problem. All I know is that it's my turn, my chance to do better for her and for me. And I will."
Her tone turned cocky, taunting. "I think you'll find we get along better anyway. The two of you could never really have understood each other, but I at least can give you what you want without asking you for things you'll never care about. You should be glad I'm here to fix things between you two idiots."
She tilted her head and her voice was slow and heavy with the weight of her final blow. "She is. All I'm doing is what she's wanted to do for months, starting with what happened earlier. You think about that, and you tell me who's paying attention to what she wants."Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 9/27/07 6:55 pm
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There was a moment..a single heartbeat in time..where the D'xun nearly lunged at her. Anyone with any combat sense, or had hunted ferocious game, could tell that for a split second, the Mando was going to pounce on her like a nexu on a juicy mynock. His entire body tensed and started to shift his weight forward as his body came to a halt so abrupt that the D'xun-born Mando's upper body flinched, showing the sign that he only -barely- stopped himself.
"Now, I -know- you are nothing but lies, chakaar..." It seemed the warrior had regained a measure of control, for better of worse, as his tone was slightly calmer. Anyone and everyone who has heard the Mandalorian speak about something he believed firmly in would be able to attest to the iron-clad certainty his words would carry. As if the galaxy would rotate the way just because 'Savin sez so'. An unshakable confidence that was one of the hallmarks of his personality.
"Alema has -never- lied to me..she has no reason to. You are full of osik, specter.."
It would be of note that there was an unsteadiness to his voice that was very much unlike the warrior most would remember.
It would be some time, after some reflection on this very moment and what would come to happen throughout this encounter, before he would fully come to understand why his stomach was twisting so....
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Kady looked uneasily from Savin to Alema. This was out of her league- all the relationships, lies, truth- she’d only known Alema for less than an hour, and Savin for less than that. Now Kady knew that she’d probably never known the real Alema, and she was unsure how to keep her promise to the woman.
The woman-in-Alema’s-body had never pretended to be anything but what she was- Kady hadn’t even known her name until someone had spoken to the woman. This now posed a strange question for Kady, should she keep her promise and loyally defend the woman-who-was-not-Alema from an attack (probably from Savin) or should she help the Alema that she’d never known and stop the fight before someone who didn’t deserve it got seriously hurt.
Who was more important? The crewmembers or Alema?
“Savin…” Kady began, “I think that we should listen to Alema for now. She knows what she’s doing. I think.” Did she? Alema was acting so strange… “Isn’t the crew more important than just yourself, or just Alema. It’s probably more important than just me.” She really hoped that Alema could do what she said she could do. Kady did not like doing anything based off of just a feeling, but it was what she ahd to do now.
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She let Kady speak, and hoped that perhaps her words would be enough. Once again the girl was proving her usefulness and reliability.
The twi'lek took a large, deep breath as if preparing for a final blow, to drive a jackhammer down into the uncertain and vulnerable cracks in the Mando'ad's safe and secure impression of his friend.
But something in her reared back and resisted. Dug in its heels and said no. Of all the things Savin needed to know... these weren't it. These were secrets worth keeping, if not for Savin than for her. This was obscene.
Fine.
The breath was released in a long and wordless sigh. Alema had built much better than she knew. Even in the face of reasonable evidence to the contrary, Savin still held desperately to the lies he'd been fed. She had to admire that.
"Our Alema... She's good. I'll give her that. But then... if she weren't, she wouldn't be Alema. I knew that when I chose her." She rolled one shoulder and called on that instant mastery of her emotions lent to her by her host. It was becoming easier and easier to borrow from her. She let coldness and control break over her and cover her, and suddenly the angry spirit was hidden again behind the familiar veneer of their comms officer.
"There isn't much time. Soon you'll all be beyond saving. You'll go screaming out of control and if you live long enough to starve you'll begin eating each other's flesh to survive. This is the deal I'm offering, that we're offering." She shook her head once, never taking her eyes from Savin's. "But if you won't let us save your crew, at least stay out of our way. Otherwise they will destroy this form, and you will have killed us both," she finished softly.
I won't allow it. I won't go back and I won't let you hurt her again you e'trit jaed.
Her posture relaxed and she broke his gaze, effectively disengaging from him in every way, verbal and nonverbal. "We need to get to the surface, Alema and I. Your captain can't be trusted. He isn't safe. Neither is the second mate, and neither are many of your pilots. Saede can keep order here for a while, but she can't last forever." Her gaze flicked very briefly toward Savin. "She might not last long at all. I need someone who can pilot well enough that they'll avoid any possible enemy fire from the Revenge itself. I can guide the pilot where we need to go, but we can't pilot on our own. Alema's not good enough, and my talents lie elsewhere."
"When we get to the planet, I will take us to the center of this. We will either need to bind it down again or destroy it entirely. If I have a guarantee that my assistance will not result in my expulsion, I will do whichever of these you deem most appropriate. Inson? Axl? Are any of you besides Kady willing to do what it takes to save the hundreds and hundreds of lives at stake? Or will you do nothing and damn them all?"Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 9/27/07 10:33 pm
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Samael tenderly ran a fingertip along the unusual artwork that adorned Lillith’s back; slowly, sinuously, following a design that began between her shoulder blades and ended at the very feminine curves of her buttocks.
Exquisite! he thought, not wishing to disturb her repose; but, having all too much trouble keeping his hands off of her new body. He lay on his side facing the sleeping beauty, his head propped on his left hand. A single sheet pulled up to their waists the only protector of modesty. Samael smirked as he realized thoughts of anything as insignificant as modesty were surely coming from his host, Jon.
Samael was still caught up in the joy of their reunion; but, he sensed a tension in the air of the Revenge. He could tell Jillian was active.
Using a technique stolen from one of the dozens of jedi masters he had harvested over the span of his existence, he sent a tendril of force out seeking his nemesis. He found her nearby, with a collection of others from the crew gathered with her.
Using that projection, he touched her briefly relaying his simple desire to be allowed to leave with Lillith. From that touch he gained a couple of impressions. One, that she had an odd affinity to Jon, and , two…. Defiance.
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inson looked back coldly at the Alema-being before him, not with a coldness that actually meant anything, but a coldness that settled when the harsh reality of what was going to happen to the rest of the crew sunk in. Inson was lucky in some regard, he supposed. He couldn't hear a thing, couldn't see a thing, couldn't feel a thing, or otherwise observe anything that the so-called spirits were doing to the crew. Yes, he believed that they did, in fact exist, as it would surely explain all of the strange goings-on with the crew, and the apparent change in personality of the Alema that was talking to them now, but overall, he had no other way of interacting with them or verifying their existence.
Was he saddened by this? No, but the prospect of the crew degenerating sent a cold shiver through his body. The crew was his family now, a refuge from the cold streets of Coruscant, a safe haven from the Imperial stormtroopers that seemed to want his head and his head alone while every other street rat on the block was left untouched, unwanted. They had wanted him for a friend, an ally, a companion when no one else would take him, and he would pay them back in kind. Alema and Savin's squabble had meant little to him (though it had revealed a lot about both of them that he would be sure to remember), but the crew.... He would accept any condition to save them.
"....If you think I would give up the crew for any desire of mine to see Alema as the soul-master of her body, then you are mistaken...I...I've done quite a bit of work with the Iron Ferrets....I can be your pilot."
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Axl remained speechless throughout the whole episode. At least that explained Savins behaviour, but this thing controlling Alema seemed to want to help. " Okay, you have my backing, but no tricks, got it?"
Axl glanced at Savin, he so wanted to finish the fight, but it wasn't the real Savin that had pissed him off. Axl then looked at Inson, " Hey kid, you ever point a blaster at me again and I'll holster it where the sun don't shine"
Looking back to Alema he smiled, " Okay you lead the way"
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Gillian inside Alema recoiled instantly from Samael's mental touch. Even from so small a contact she could feel herself reaching and expanding toward him, her will hoping to engulf him inside of her even as her mind and individual identity fought against it. Doesn't he know how dangerous that is?!
Samael needed to be reminded what he was risking with such an affront. She sent her own will battering down against him, losing track of the conversation nearby momentarily as she bore down on him and yet strained to keep herself separate from him at the same time. He had forgotten what she was and that she would only have to slip once to unleash consequences that they would both regret.
Abruptly yanking her will back and coiling it inside herself, she shook herself alert and back to her conversations.
The twi'lek crossed her arms and lifted her chin in satisfaction at their answers, particularly Inson's. "That won't be necessary, Axl. From here on out, we work together as a team." She turned a glare on Savin. "We're going to save this crew, you included. For now, we need to find Jon and Serrena. Jon's guest is willing to deal, lot of good it'll do him. I don't even have to ask about Serrena. She has the most to gain from this deal," she quipped as she turned and headed toward Jon and Serrena, her heels clicking like jackboots as she led one group of allies to the other.
She needed them together. There was strength in numbers, and hers were small enough that she needed anyone she could find. She only hoped that Savin could be brought around. He could make a great deal of trouble for her and for her host if he decided to play the hero today.
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Samael snarled at Gillian’s assault. Same ole Gillian, he thought to himself angrily.
It really wasn’t so much that she was overtly powerful. He was actually a more potent user of the force. It was simply that, the ability she had to absorb others’ souls into her collective being was irresistible; being more like a force of nature than a skill.
Turning to Lillith, he leaned over her and gave her a line of kisses across her shoulders and on the back of her neck.
“Lillith, love, as much as I hate to disturb you, we have company coming. Gillian and her assembly are making their way towards us now. We should get dressed and be ready for them.”
Samael stood and began collecting his clothes.
Standing before Lillith naked, he found his cheeks to be blushing. He knew that reaction had to be Jon’s. The fact that Jon still had some control over his body concerned Samael. Even if it was simply in terms of emotional reactions to situations, that weakness could be a problem at the wrong time. Try as he might, though, Samael couldn’t find any way to lock Jon down any tighter than he was already.
Chagrined, he began dressing and wondering what Gillian had planned for them..
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Lilith shifted across the silken sheets, purring softly as she propped herself up on an elbow. Bright jewel-blue eyes shimmered behind half-lowered lids, darkened with the after-effects of intense pleasure. Her eyes gazed at Samael, trailing over every inch of his physique.
Her body protested mightily as she moved, sliding out from under the silk sheet and padding across the small chamber. Lilith paused to kiss Samael deeply, her fingernails grazing roughly down his chest before she continued on to the closet behind him. Flinging the doors open with a thought, she proceeded to make a mess of things, searching for something to wear.
Her senses told her Samael was staring, and she gazed heatedly at him over her bare shoulder. "Get dressed, my love...you know how Gillian despises seeing us naked...nevermind naked and together."
Lilith crowed with delight when her fingers found the satin dress folded carefully in a drawer. The shimmering lipstick-red garment barely qualified as a dress, but it suited her new-found curves to perfection. Slipping it on, she set her feet into a pair of matching heels and set to brushing out her hair.
"She's coming closer, Samael...I can feel her...bloody hell, I hate the feel of her mind..." Lilith swore violently. Her raven curls shone in the light as she left them loose down her back and turned to glare at the doorway.
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Gillian and her host both felt palpable revulsion at being required to work with the infested remnants of Alema's friends. They were forming a cooperative relationship, a concensus that neither could truly succeed alone. They needed each other. Samael and Lilith would always be beating back their hosts and hiding what they were from the world. Barbarians. They just wouldn't understand what it meant to be free and be loved, but...
But we do. At least, we do now.
The twi'lek didn't even bother to knock on Serrena's door. She wanted to test this little cooperative. Let me in, she requested. The knowledge came instantly from her host, transmitted along the bond they shared from one to the other. Her fingers darted across the keypad and Gillian opened it herself. A parlor trick, but proof to the others that Gillian wasn't like the ghosts they'd been fighting. Alema wasn't a prisoner. She wasn't a victim.
Alema was a friend, and soon she'd be Jill. Jill would be Alema. There would be no difference and there would be no dissent.
She was thankful when she opened the door that the two were dressed. As angry as it had made her to give the two their time together, it would hurt her host more to see that Jill had been right. To see that she really couldn't depend on anyone but Gillian herself. Just because it was true didn't mean that Jill had to rub it in. Alema's pain was hers, and anyone who caused it would suffer the wrath of their combined disappointment.
"Listen, you two. This is the deal. You help protect me against the others, and I'll protect you when we finish this and purge the rest of the crew. After this is done, I don't care what you do or where you go as long as it's away from us. We don't want to see you here, and I don't think you want to be here. Do you accept the terms?"
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Samael put his arm around Lillith protectively and spoke to her quietly as if the others couldn’t hear his words.
“Love, how long have we had to exist in the presence of this abomination? Centuries? Millennia? After all that time, why does she think she can lie to us and we not know it? She insults our intelligence!”
To Jillian he said, “Your words say one thing and your hatred tells something entirely different. We know you have no intention of letting us live. The bodies, this Jon and Serrena, possibly, if it’s convenient to you; but, Lillith and I – no. So, if we elect not to take you up on your gracious offer, what do you intend to do?” Edited by: Jon Paolo at: 10/19/07 10:49 am
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Samael was right not to trust Gillian, though he was incorrect in one respect. Jill didn't care about Lilith's host, either. The crimes she'd committed were quite enough to warrant her slow and wretched end, and even though Jill herself was partial to Samael's host... there would always be other men.
"If you say no? Leave you here. Purge you with the others."Possibly have one of my lackies kill you... Jill added to herself. She gave the two a wicked smile and patted Jon on the cheek condescendingly. "But try to think like a Sith, would you? For just a moment. At least if you stay with me, you'll have a chance to betray me, won't you? Secure your safety from the rest of the crew by coming with me, and wait for me to slip once we get to the surface."
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(10/19/07 10:31 am) Reply
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
Saede rubbed her forehead, frowning as she moved through the hallway to where the computer had said some of the crew were gathering. In truth, she wasn't looking foreward to confronting Savin again.... not in the least. But the last half an hour or so had been wierd. Not just wierd.... but utterly bizarre. The Captain was no where to be found either which left Saede in a bit of a predicament. She *knew* that he was on the ship somewhere, but the computer couldn't pick him up.... it was one of the quirks Marcus'd had Wallace program in. Much to Saede's chagrin.
She sighed, leaning against the bulkhead for a minute. She'd been completely out of touch with much of the crew. Her comm link had failed sometime about an hour ago, and she couldn't for the life of her get it to come back on-line. In fact, every comm link she'd found seemed to short out as soon as she picked it up. Curiouser and curiouser....
That deep, bone weary ache moved through her body, the bruises left by Savin standing out in stark contrast on the woman's pale skin. With a small shake of her head, she pushed herself from the bulkhead, finishing the trek toward where she knew the largest gathering of the crew was.
"There was a riot going on in cell bay D.... I don't even know how they got acess to that part of the ship.... but the trouble makers are in the brig now, acting all wonky.... have any of you...."
She stopped, almost dead in her tracks as she looked up. A moment of silence hung in the air and finally she spoke slowly, sharp hazel eyes traveling from person to person as she said, "Ok... did I miss something here?"
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
Samael recoiled at Jillian’s brief touch while Jon seemingly craved it. It was as if even that inconsequential contact with his friend strengthened him briefly. The incongruity struck even Samael who sneered, “You fool! You would kiss the hand that cuts out your heart?” and began renewed efforts at suppressing his host.
Samael wondered why Jillian really wanted them to accompany her. Was there something she needed from them that could be used to their advantage? Possibly, but, even if not, he would have to be near her as her scheme unfolded to watch for a means of foiling her.
Samael watched with curiosity as the tall redhead approached from behind Jillian. He sensed a murmuring from Lillith when she saw her. Reaching out to his beloved with his mind he responded, “Yes, love… she does look delicious.”
"Ok... did I miss something here?"
Samael briefly searched Jon’s memory but couldn’t find a name for the face. Arching an eyebrow curiously he asked, “And who might you be?”
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(10/19/07 10:40 pm) Reply
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
"I'm fairly certain that's my line kiddo," Saede snapped back, giving him an irritated look.
For those not posessed, it was a refreshing moment... the moment that showed Saede was who she always was, and nothing had changed for the First Mate.
"Taggart, Saede Taggart. First Mate. Now who the hell are you and what in the name of the Emperor's black robes is happening here on my ship?"
Somehow, it was clear to her that someone had answers here. There were too many frightened faces that didn't resonate with confusion as they had before. Glancing over at Savin, she noted, with no small amount of surprise, that he'd had the holy maw kicked out of him by *someone*. Too bad it hadn't been her. She managed to not reach up and touch the clear bite mark on her neck... just barely. But the look she gave him wasn't wholly friendly either. Fortunatly however, her attention was more for other things at the moment...
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