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Silfe Sosuri

Silfe Sosuri

Member Since 25 Aug 2017
Offline Last Active Apr 12 2019 09:53 PM
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Looking for help with Sig and Ava

11 January 2019 - 03:32 PM

So its time for Silfe to have a new ava and sig. She is in a little happier place now being the Lady of Acuin on Commenor and away from her father. So its time. Keeping the quote though. I would like someone who is willing to read her bio to get a feel for her. Someone who can maybe work in a gif?I have a ridiculous amount of pictures and gifs. Contact me :D

 

Thank you for your time. 


Three years and a lifetime ago

10 January 2019 - 01:53 PM

Beeps alerted somewhere in the distance, a strange sound against the quiet hum of a ship’s engines and the flow of recycled air pumping through the ship’s body like life made gaseous. Others move throughout the ship, but none disturb the Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Commenor Systems Alliance. They had their jobs, she had hers. And currently, she was oblivious to anything but the treaty before her. Laser focused on two provisions she found troublesome, Silfe didn’t notice as the ship’s engines changed pitch and the atmosphere grew charged. She simply scrunched her brows together in an effort to figure out what was troubling her about the provisions.

 

“Update Minister.” said a voice from the doorway of her private office. Silfe looked up, her frustrated look vanishing as she smiled softly to one of the pilots who had been charged to take her on yet another trip to yet another system to negotiate foreign matters on behalf of the Commenor Systems Alliance. She liked the job and it suited her in a lot of ways. She may not be as analytical as some, but she had a good head for business and getting people to accede to CSA’s demands.

 

The pilot nodded. “We should be at our destination within the next hour. We are coming out of hyperspace now and they are notorious for making dignitaries wait on the outskirts of their system for permission to enter. Once we have it, I will let you know.”

 

Silfe nodded. “Thank you Gyn.” The woman nodded curtly once more and left the Minister to her work. It was substantial. There were hundreds of systems and all of them were complex. Still, if she could continue doing the job to help Kay, it would be worth the time and energy. For a moment, she let her mind wander from her meticulous and sometimes monotonous task. She owed the Queen of Commenor for believing in her, protecting her from her father and giving her a chance at a new life. Thanks to Lady Kay, Silfe had a home. Granted, she had barely seen the queen or her home in the last months. The job itself meant very little time on Commenor these days, but the Queen was busy with two newly born children. She missed the queen though. Perhaps when she returned home, she could make sure to carve out time t…..BOOM!!

 

Suddenly, the ship rocked wildly and within seconds there was screaming, barking of orders and Silfe was on the floor of her comfortable office where detritus from her desk had fallen atop her in the commotion. She lifted herself and only had a moment to register the tear in her dress and the state of her office when Gyn was back.

 

“Lady Silfe!” She shouted, moving swiftly to the Minister’s side. With her aid, Silfe was able to gain her feet. “Come quickly and secure yourself in. We are being attacked!!”

 

“What?!” Silfe asked in shock and confusion but before they could get more than a few steps closer to the door, both were tossed around like ragdolls as another...

 

BOOM!! rocked their ship. Smoke filled the room and chocked her, the pungent smell of burning electical wire, plastic and metal was thicker than any air filtering system could handle. Hair had fallen from her intricate braids, now haphazard and covered in dust. It felt like eternity before Silfe could get her wits to catch up with her. Darlyn had taught her better. She swore in a very unladylike and distinctly undiplomatic way as she rushed to her feet, strapped herself in and braced herself. Gyn came in shortly after and also strapped herself in.

 

“We weren’t out of hyperspace 5 minutes before a large ship came out of hyperspace nearly on top of us. They didn’t even warn us… just started shooting. Tally is the pilot but I don’t think he...”

 

BOOM!! Another wild ride as both women held on for dear life. The ship suddenly grew eerily quiet. Some smoke had cleared, but lights were flickering intermittently and debris was everywhere.

 

Both women jumped as the intercom squawked. “Crew Announcement. Damage is severe. Engines are offline. Life support is working but I am not sure how long it will last. Long Range communications are out. Rescue beacon is on but I don’t think it is transmitting.”

 

Silfe held her breath without knowing it as she stared at the comm unit beside them. It was so strange listening to such silence. Why were they being attacked? She could not guess. CSA was neutral. That wasn’t to say there weren’t people out there stupid enough to attack a CSA ship on a diplomatic mission, but she couldn’t fathom it. All she did feel at this moment was fear for the safety of her people.

 

The intercom cracked again and Silfe was glad to realize she had not jumped this time. Darlyn would have been proud. “Lady Silfe, we have been given an ultimatum. This ship has informed us that it will dock with us. Any resistance will prove fatal. All crew must stand down….” Tally paused for a moment causing Silfe to frown in confusion. It didn’t take long before he finally said the last of the information. “They say they have come for you.”

 

At that moment, the ship jostled a bit as the distinct thump of docking could be heard. Silfe shook her head and pushed the intercom button. “All crew stand down. Repeat. Stand down. Lay down weapons and do not resist.” The last thing she wanted was their blood on her hands. If they left with her, the ship could be rescued. Though this was a fairly remote system, it wasn’t a dead one. Other delegates were due to arrive for the negotiation. At least she could save the crew.

 

It didn’t take long before men, dressed in generic black uniforms without insignia or ranks, came into the antechamber of her office and found her waiting. Gyn stood behind her, scared and worried. Silfe, in contrast, looked rather calm and official. Whereas some people might have blurted out “Who are you? How dare you?” and a multitude of other demands, she remained calm and quiet. The men were not important. Whoever they were prefacing was important.

 

In due time, that person also arrived. Though it might have seemed like an inordinate wait, in truth, the fight and boarding took less than ten minutes. Little did she know that as soon as they were docked, the bigger ship had begun moving out of the edge of the system and into the deep dark of space. The sneer that greeted her was one she knew. Silfe’s jaw tightened. “Rackhort. This is thick headed even for you. My father cannot possibly take on all of CSA.”

 

The man simply smiled and shrugged. He was Chiss and always a source of supremacy and condescension in her life. Her father rarely had done anything on planet without him. “Well, your father thought it was about time you came back home and even sent me,” He grimaced disdainfully and spit at her feet before approaching her, “out into this hell to fetch you.” He was taller than her by a few inches but his face was close enough to her that it didn’t matter and his breath was vomit inducing. “I hate being someone’s dog. It really isn’t my style.”

 

She turned her head to avoid the worst of the stench. “Well, I told my father I wasn’t ever coming home.”

 

“Too bad.” He said though he didn’t sound like he was sorry. "Your father isn't going to take no for an answer this time sweetheart. The price for your defiance is going to be more than you can bear. I can promise you that. No one can save you now." She could feel him moving away and another presence coming closer. Before she had time to react, her head was seized and a cloth applied to her face. Her struggle was brief, but the hands that held her were like iron. All she could see as the darkness overcame her were dark eyes without irises.

 

 

 

 

 

No one knew what came of the ship, its crew or the Minister of Foreign Affairs…. Some mysteries are easily solved, others bite you in the ass.


The Only Memories in the Dark

31 May 2018 - 04:21 PM

...flicker... Confusion. Dim light. The stench… oh god, the stench. Cringing. Folding into herself, she closes her eyes against it all for a long time. She had known from the moment she saw his eyes, how much trouble she was in. Trembling fingers reach out, yearning for touch. Numbness throughout her body but not to her finger tips. Touching something not quite cool… A wall? Finally, courage gathered, she opened her dark eyes. What she saw through the transparisteel elicited a primal scream of fear and revulsion. ...flicker...

 

...flicker... Pain, dull at first but gathering in both sharpness and intensity as the fog lifts a little. Drug addled haze does nothing to clarify her situation. Sitting up for once… Odd sensation. She felt like she had been laying forever. Her eyes are open… Realization hits and panic sets in. WHY CAN’T I SEE?! There is no voice left to scream. It is long gone. ...flicker...

 

...flicker... His eyes. ...flicker...

 

...flicker... Pain. A memory of it for hours, days... Months? ...flicker...

 

...flicker... Panic. I CAN’T SEE! ...flicker...

 

...flicker... Pain. A shredding of the before. A separation of person and soul. ...flicker...

 

...flicker... His eyes. Terror as he laughs. ...flicker...

 

...flicker... Whispering in the distance like a dream. Time is nothing here, only the flickers of person in the sea of pain and nothing. She can see now, but the seeing is nothing… has been nothing and will continue to be nothing. The whispers, they are disembodied.

“Calm… Why is she calm? Shock?”
“No. She would have been in shock long before now. Your daughter is surprisingly resilient. It has been a joy…”

A demand. “Has it worked?”
A pause… “We shall see.” ...flicker...

 

...flicker... There is a person there, standing flesh and bone, but is she really a person if she has no soul? A question Silfe ponders vaguely as she stands beside her father who dotes on his devoted and loving daughter as they greet a new business partner. This is one of many. The fear is gone. Everything is gone. Her smile is automatic and looks genuine but the person she is isn’t who she is, is it? Are they both her and not her? Does she really remember the other person or is it a figment? The existential question floats in her brain ether, neither in the forefront nor the back of her mind. Perhaps one day it will niggle its way further into her conscious mind. For now, its a question, like so many, floating and useless. ...flicker...

 

...flicker... A smile, a warm hand, a heartbeat. Could this be happiness or just a facsimile but it seems real? She didn’t know anymore. Her before self is lost, maybe gone. Did she miss it? Did it matter? ...flicker...

 

...flicker... White shining in the sun coming through the high windows and a proud father. Why is he so happy? She wasn’t really here but she was. More confusion. He pats her arm reassuringly and escorts her through the doors to a gathered crowd. It means nothing to her but it means something to him. Then again, everything meant nothing to her. ...flicker...

 

...flicker... Darkness in bed. Laying in cool sheets. Is that a face and a smile or is she imagining? She didn’t want to be here but her body remains laying and she feels nothing once more. ...flicker...

 

...flicker... Her father smiles at her and kisses her brow. She frowns and he notices but she doesn’t. Her frown somehow angers him. She can’t hear his words, but she sees his anger. Something unfamiliar fills her deep inside. She should know it, but she doesn't. The her that is now just doesn't not understand. It bubbles up. Confusion. Familiar eyes, dark and sinister fill her vision and all goes dark. ...flicker...

 

...flicker... Another time. Another place. Her father is angry again. He yells until he is red in the face. The eyes are not around. The unfamiliar fills her again. She physically steps back, enraging him further. A blow. Stars in her vision, pain, and a CLICK. The unfamiliar becomes familiar. It is deep and visceral fear, a feeling she had known for so long with her father. She stumbles both physically and mentally. Another hand is there, cool this time against the warmth of her skin before the darkness envelops her again. ...flicker...

 

...flicker... The sun is setting and in this moment in time, Silfe is back to herself. It isn’t complete. She is not whole, but in this moment, the before becomes the now. There were no eyes to witness. No one to fight her. No one to take her from herself. How long would she be herself? Silfe did not know and could not guess, but she began to plan and prepare. Brad! ...flicker...

 

...flicker... Looking up at the ceiling in the dark. Another precious moment but she can already feel it slipping from her like a shadow in the sunset. More residual pain from her father’s beatings. Every blow mended her mind little by little. Instead of tiny deaths, they were tiny births; drops of ink in water soon to mix and become something else. So completely opposite of what it should do, but it allowed her to think, to plan and to cry for the first time in years. Lady Kay… I am so sorry. ...flicker...

 

...flicker... It’s been longer in the now. She awoke to herself standing and waiting for her father to land from a trip he just made to a manufacturing plant. There was something inside her that told her she was able to be herself for a while. Seizing a hold of this with all her life, she placidly and lovingly greeted her father and when dismissed, left him hopefully for the final time.

 

It took so much willpower not to rush as she picked up her bag from her room, finished her plans, and took one of her ships. Her father would be decompressing and likely not come out of his room for several days. His routine would be her saving grace. She just had to hold onto herself for a while longer. Coordinates were set and then the familiar tracks of stars through hyperspace made her finally breathe.

 

This time, it took several days before she could feel it edging up to her. This time, the darkness was not fought. ...flicker...

 

 

 

 

Silfe woke from sleep as an alarm went off. She was in Commenori space. She frowned and checked the chronometer and her flight path. Sighing in relief, she realized that the other had not interfered in her plan and she had gone through 10 different systems over several weeks before finally coming home… her real home. She requested permission to land at the nearest port to the Council Chamber and turned on the holo vid news.

 

It was strange to see that life had moved on while she had been gone. Lady Kay was giving a ball. Seemed like only yesterday that Silfe and Bradshaw Ku had gone on their first date to a ball. She smiled as she saw Brad’s face on the screen. It had been a shock to find that more than a few years had passed since she had gone missing during one of her diplomatic missions as Minister of Foreign Affairs. No doubt she had long been replaced. Silfe didn’t know what to do about that yet. Her only plan had been escape. Now… that was nearly done. Where would she go from here? The dark haired woman sighed softly not knowing and not even hazarding to guess. She would play it by ear. 


Two years and a lifetime ago...

30 May 2018 - 03:29 PM

Beeps alerted somewhere in the distance, a strange sound against the quiet hum of a ship’s engines and the flow of recycled air pumping through the ship’s body like life made gaseous. Others move throughout the ship, but none disturb the Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Commenor Systems Alliance. They had their jobs, she had hers. And currently, she was oblivious to anything but the treaty before her. Laser focused on two provisions she found troublesome, Silfe didn’t notice as the ship’s engines changed pitch and the atmosphere grew charged. She simply scrunched her brows together in an effort to figure out what was troubling her about the provisions.

 

“Update Minister.” said a voice from the doorway of her private office. Silfe looked up, her frustrated look vanishing as she smiled softly to one of the pilots who had been charged to take her on yet another trip to yet another system to negotiate foreign matters on behalf of the Commenor Systems Alliance. She liked the job and it suited her in a lot of ways. She may not be as analytical as some, but she had a good head for business and getting people to accede to CSA’s demands.

 

The pilot nodded. “We should be at our destination within the next hour. We are coming out of hyperspace now and they are notorious for making dignitaries wait on the outskirts of their system for permission to enter. Once we have it, I will let you know.”

 

Silfe nodded. “Thank you Gyn.” The woman nodded curtly once more and left the Minister to her work. It was substantial. There were hundreds of systems and all of them were complex. Still, if she could continue doing the job to help Kay, it would be worth the time and energy. For a moment, she let her mind wander from her meticulous and sometimes monotonous task. She owed the Queen of Commenor for believing in her, protecting her from her father and giving her a chance at a new life. Thanks to Lady Kay, Silfe had a home. Granted, she had barely seen the queen or her home in the last months. The job itself meant very little time on Commenor these days, but the Queen was busy with two newly born children. She missed the queen though. Perhaps when she returned home, she could make sure to carve out time t…..BOOM!!

 

Suddenly, the ship rocked wildly and within seconds there was screaming, barking of orders and Silfe was on the floor of her comfortable office where detritus from her desk had fallen atop her in the commotion. She lifted herself and only had a moment to register the tear in her dress and the state of her office when Gyn was back.

 

“Lady Silfe!” She shouted, moving swiftly to the Minister’s side. With her aid, Silfe was able to gain her feet. “Come quickly and secure yourself in. We are being attacked!!”

 

“What?!” Silfe asked in shock and confusion but before they could get more than a few steps closer to the door, both were tossed around like ragdolls as another...

 

BOOM!! rocked their ship. Smoke filled the room and chocked her, the pungent smell of burning electical wire, plastic and metal was thicker than any air filtering system could handle. Hair had fallen from her intricate braids, now haphazard and covered in dust. It felt like eternity before Silfe could get her wits to catch up with her. Darlyn had taught her better. She swore in a very unladylike and distinctly undiplomatic way as she rushed to her feet, strapped herself in and braced herself. Gyn came in shortly after and also strapped herself in.

 

“We weren’t out of hyperspace 5 minutes before a large ship came out of hyperspace nearly on top of us. They didn’t even warn us… just started shooting. Tally is the pilot but I don’t think he...”

 

BOOM!! Another wild ride as both women held on for dear life. The ship suddenly grew eerily quiet. Some smoke had cleared, but lights were flickering intermittently and debris was everywhere. 

 

Both women jumped as the intercom squawked. “Crew Announcement. Damage is severe. Engines are offline. Life support is working but I am not sure how long it will last. Long Range communications are out. Rescue beacon is on but I don’t think it is transmitting.”

 

Silfe held her breath without knowing it as she stared at the comm unit beside them. It was so strange listening to such silence. Why were they being attacked? She could not guess. CSA was neutral. That wasn’t to say there weren’t people out there stupid enough to attack a CSA ship on a diplomatic mission, but she couldn’t fathom it. All she did feel at this moment was fear for the safety of her people.

 

The intercom cracked again and Silfe was glad to realize she had not jumped this time. Darlyn would have been proud. “Lady Silfe, we have been given an ultimatum. This ship has informed us that it will dock with us. Any resistance will prove fatal. All crew must stand down….” Tally paused for a moment causing Silfe to frown in confusion. It didn’t take long before he finally said the last of the information. “They say they have come for you.”

 

At that moment, the ship jostled a bit as the distinct thump of docking could be heard. Silfe shook her head and pushed the intercom button. “All crew stand down. Repeat. Stand down. Lay down weapons and do not resist.” The last thing she wanted was their blood on her hands. If they left with her, the ship could be rescued. Though this was a fairly remote system, it wasn’t a dead one. Other delegates were due to arrive for the negotiation. At least she could save the crew.

 

It didn’t take long before men, dressed in generic black uniforms without insignia or ranks, came into the antechamber of her office and found her waiting. Gyn stood behind her, scared and worried. Silfe, in contrast, looked rather calm and official. Whereas some people might have blurted out “Who are you? How dare you?” and a multitude of other demands, she remained calm and quiet. The men were not important. Whoever they were prefacing was important.

 

In due time, that person also arrived. Though it might have seemed like an inordinate wait, in truth, the fight and boarding took less than ten minutes. Little did she know that as soon as they were docked, the bigger ship had begun moving out of the edge of the system and into the deep dark of space. The sneer that greeted her was one she knew. Silfe’s jaw tightened. “Rackhort. This is thick headed even for you. My father cannot possibly take on all of CSA.”

 

The man simply smiled and shrugged. He was Chiss and always a source of supremacy and condescension in her life. Her father rarely had done anything on planet without him. “Well, your father thought it was about time you came back home and even sent me,” He grimaced disdainfully and spit at her feet before approaching her, “out into this hell to fetch you.” He was taller than her by a few inches but his face was close enough to her that it didn’t matter and his breath was vomit inducing. “I hate being someone’s dog. It really isn’t my style.”

 

She turned her head to avoid the worst of the stench. “Well, I told my father I wasn’t ever coming home.”

 

“Too bad.” He said though he didn’t sound like he was sorry. "Your father isn't going to take no for an answer this time sweetheart. The price for your defiance is going to be more than you can bear. I can promise you that. No one can save you now." She could feel him moving away and another presence coming closer. Before she had time to react, her head was seized and a cloth applied to her face. Her struggle was brief, but the hands that held her were like iron. All she could see as the darkness overcame her were dark eyes without irises.

 

 

 

 

No one knew what came of the ship, its crew or the Minister of Foreign Affairs…. Some mysteries are easily solved, others bite you in the ass.