A Weapon From Dathomir

[Adron Malvern]

​Adron had decided to step away from it all.

​Step away from the his Company, Commenor, even step away from his many duties in the Galactic Empire.

​He had moved away from his responsibilities for something far more important. His attention was turned towards the very thing that gave his body breath, Revenge.

​As his shuttle touched down on Dathomir's foggy surface, the young Moff pulled his hood from over his shoulders, all the while cloaking himself in The Force. Dathomir was famous for the nightsister clans, who had mastered a unique teaching of The Dark Side, witchcraft. Trained and practiced in the Dark Side himself, Adron was content to remain unseen in the eyes of these witches. In the past his journeys to the damned planet had been to inquire about the powers and spells the sisters hoarded. Not this time, however. This time it was the shadow of rumors and grief that brought him to Dathomir.

​Over the past few weeks it was a common tale to be heard. A monster that was culling the inhabitants of Dathomir. Man or beast, it fell to this unseen predator. Many disregarded the tale as nothing more than a ghost story, to match the rest of the evil-consumed world.

​Yet, Adron had learned many times over. Every lie and tall tale held a bit of truth. That was what brought him to Dathomir, and that was the cause of his boot plunging into six feet of muck and filth.

​Stepping out into the forgotten swamp, Adron's crystal-blue eyes scanned the surroundings with a certain longing. He reached out not only with his sight, but with The Force, hoping to find the prize he was here to claim.

​The Dark Side of The Force surrounded him, actually distorting his senses to a degree. Yet, in time he felt as if The Force was pulling him away, deeper into the thick of the swamps, closer to the beast he searched for.

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[Myra]

Faeri lays huddled under the roots of a toppled tree deep within the swamp. In her current state she almost looked like a confused and lost woman, her clothes were torn patched and town again, hair tangled and matted in clumps here and there, and her flesh still had clear marks of the surgeries done on her mere months ago.

She had left the crypt and moved onto more bountiful hunting grounds, driven by a constant hunger to feed and kill, to evolve her abilities and to practice on unsuspecting travelers. Yet she had ended up here after taking the brunt of a blaster's laser to the stomach, hissing and pain as her lungs wheeze, attempting to pull in enough oxygen to run the body that is still recovering from the wound. She remembered a few practical first aid practices, the wound tightly bound to stop any form of bleeding, although the blast had seared the wound mostly shut. She had been salvaging what she could, stealing what medical supplies people left too out in the open, and building a steady stash of medicines, bandages, and strangely enough, books.

She had taken care of the books, building a small elevated platform in her makeshift home under the uprooted tree roots to hold the books out of the way of the damp ground. She had been steadily reading the books, knowing she needs to stay relatively still to allow the wound have time to read, yet she was getting impatient. Yet she had found a particularly interested book, a tome of spells, histories, and facts of the various popular tribes of Dathomir, currently reading over the Nightsisters.

Yet she felt it.. a presence. Her eyes widen and intensify like a predator pushed into a corner, she slowly closes the book, sliding it back onto the shelf as she crawls out from the small pit under the tree, crouched and attentive as she brushes some of the matted pale white hair out of her eyes and pulls the black hood of her rags over her head to try to help her blend in.

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[Adron Malvern]

​It was a feeling that brought Adron pause. His skills with Force Empathy had been projected far, farther than ever before. He could sense something feral, with a hunger that deigned to be quenched. He could feel it's feelings becoming parallel with his own. The hunger was unimaginable, it threatened, even in this vicarious moment to take over Adron's very mind.

​His breathing grew labored as he focused on The Force, musing to himself. Focus, focus you idiot.

​In the next moment he felt a calmness return to him, yet the lingering effects of the momentary connection were not lost. Wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, Adron tucked his arms into his cloak, taking his silver lightsaber into his hand, yet keeping it from sight. After the hunger subsided, he began his trek through the brush once again, following the source of his discomfort.

​Finally, the Dark Jedi arrived in a clearing, a series of leveled trees making for rough terrain ahead. Yet, it did not matter, the trail ended here. Proximity to this beast allowed him to better assess what he stood against. In the clearing, he circled slowly, his mind attempting to connect with his target. "You're here....You are the beast they've been talking about.....But you are not just some beast. I sense your thought...your emotion." He spoke, almost in tune with his steps.

​"I sense.....curiosity? Yes, curiosity and fear." His footsteps came to a halt as he paused in the center of the clearing.

​"You are a girl aren't you?" He said, his eyes still scanning the swamp for the unseen predator.

​"A nightsister?....No, no, no. Too powerful, and far too curious." He says, using his free hand to pull his hood from over his head. "Come. I will not hurt you."

[member="Faeri"]

 

[Myra]

Faeri freezes faster than water on hoth, every muscle in her body tensing as she stares ahead and listens.. as still as a a tree as she just continues to listen for a few long moments, her curiosity peeking before she slowly begins to shift again, her head swiveling as if expecting him to be somewhere near her, somewhere she could see, and potentially get to him before he got to her, yet she couldn't see him.
Swallowing hard she proceeds to stalk forwards as she just quietly responds in her mind. She relies on the force, that ability that has led her to so many prey that it has become second instinct. Her curiosity is slowly overtaking her hunger, curious as to how he can do what he's doing, communicating without being present. She remembered, from long ago, how there were stories of men doing so. Yet she had recently thought of them as nothing but fairy tails told by the superstitious of her tribe, after all, she hadn't seen any of them in who knows how long and her mind made up memories constantly, trying to fill in the gaps from the actual memories, so she could never be certain of what was real past three months ago.

So she continues on, moving through the forest in a jog as quietly as she can, trying to catch up to him.

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[Adron Malvern]

​The moment the woman reached out with the Force, Adron saw her. Not in a physical sense, yet he could see her in The Force. Her unguarded mind, an open book to the more trained man. He could not focus to delve into her memories or even pause her actions, yet it was enough to allow his every word to reach her.

​"You're a predator." He said, turning his eyes towards the direction the feeling came from. He turned his back to the direction, feigning ignorance to her growing proximity.

​"You want to feed, to quench your hunger." He said, an almost amused tone taking over.
​
"It's almost beautiful. To see a mind so devoted, so focused."

​"But there is fear, it restrains you, binds you." Through the Force, Adron would attempt to quell the woman's mind, calming her on his presence. He was not sure if the skill would work, but it could slow an assault if nothing else.

​"You think quenching your hunger is enough. But you'll just hunger again, won't you?"

​His words may become mesmerizing, if the girl was weak willed, The beacon of the Dark Side drawing her to his strength. "I know how to solve your problems girl. So come to me.....but just remember I am not your prey."

[member="Faeri"]

 

[Myra]

She finds herself calming and it only confuses her.. why does she not find this man a threat? He must be able to be trusted, he must be, but why? It confused her and caused her to pause again until she continues on her jog, travelling for only a few more minutes until she breaks into a small clearing to see him at the other side.

She freezes, before slowly lowering herself to decrease her visible surface area as if trying to blend into the dark background of the Dathomiran woods, relying on her cloak to do so, yet her pale hair starting to peek out from underneath, pale skin, and piercing white eyes make her stand out to the trained and concentrated eye like a sore thumb. She takes a second, as if assessing him before slowly rising again and walking towards him, tilting her head as she gets closer, curiously inspecting him.

The first thing that would stick out to him is the stitches, lining every part of her visible body, neck, face, hands, forearms, legs, as if she had been taken apart piece by piece and put back together. Her muscles were strange too, dense and taught, looking alien on her small frame.

She seems to constantly be fidgeting with something, the hem of her dress, her hair, her skin, constantly moving. Not because she is nervous but simply because she needs to do something other than just stand there, as if incapable of standing completely still when relaxed.

She just.. stares, for a long few seconds before she asks abruptly "How?"

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[Adron Malvern]

The moment the girl comes through the brush, Adron turns to greet her with silent, analytical eyes. He continues to project himself to her through The Force, hoping to keep the girl calm. Her hair, which is a messy shade of white, was one of the first things he noticed. Yet, it was nothing in compare to the stitching that plagued the girl’s body. She looked much like an old doll, sewn up from the pieces of several other forgotten dolls.

She was an abomination by vision. Yet her presence in The Force was unmistakable, there was power there.

The single word erupted from the girl and it actually caused Adron to chuckle a bit. “The Force.” He answered simply, before taking another moment to closely eye the girl.

“I know much about you, girl. You have learned much, by instinct what many could not learn with years of training.” Parting a single hand from his cloak, he raised a hand to the air as if reaching out for something. Almost immediately a small electrical surge crossed over Adron’s palm. The blue flash was followed by another, and another, until finally a streak of Force Lighting flew from his hand into the sky. As a loud clap occurred, the lightning bolt struck the canopy of an overhanging tree, causing the leaves to burst into flames.

Pulling his hand back into his cloak, Adron offered the girl a calming smile as the fires raged above them. “You are capable of this, and so much more.” He promised.

[member="Faeri"]

 

[Myra]

She visibly cowers when the lightning shoots from his hand as if an act of god, destroying a nearby tree. Taking a few steps back and covering her ears, and crouching a little in the grass, it takes her a few seconds longer to realize that he was just showing off, and had no plans to use such powers on her. Yet she does not straighten up, not right away anyway, listening to his statement of her potential powers as she begins to ponder if what he says is true, could she really have such abilities? It would certainly make hunting far easier..

She slowly stands once again, coming closer to him again. Her eyes squinting and just staring at him inquisitively and suspiciously before she prods him to go on by giving a small nod, as if curious to hear what he has to say. What ever it was it must be as equally strange as he was, his clothing seemed too clumsy to be very quick in, and hiding your hands so far away from your opponent meant they could easily strike you before you could strike back, but of course, this man had powers she did not fully understand, perhaps he could strike her without the need to move?

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

This girl amused Adron to a point. Or perhaps she intrigued him, probably both. As she approached him, he kept himself on guard. He may have a certain charisma about him, but he was not a fool. As she bridged the gap between them, Adron glanced down to a few sticks laying in the mud. Through the Force he called on them, watching as they slid out of their muck and floated around the girl absently.

“Do you know what The Force is?” He asked, before smiling down at the girl with an amused expression. “It is the webway of power and life that connects and binds everything in the galaxy. It's how you are so good at hunting and learning. You use this webway as a bridge for your skills. But you haven't even scratched the surface.”

“It takes years of practice and dedication to turn yourself into a Master of the Force. But once you have done such… You can create yourself as a God of your own choosing. You will have total control over life. To preserve it, to destroy it, even to create it.” He said before smiling at the girl once more.

“But you have to find a Master to teach you first.” The sticks surrounding her would fall back into the mud. “And I have no need for an apprentice. You see, that's not what I'm looking for. I'm looking for a weapon, an extension of my own will.” Adron turned his back to the woman, making his way through the muck. Using the Dark Side of the Force, he would plant a seed of lust within the girl. Hoping to draw her to this power, and persuade her to become Adron’s weapon.

[member="Faeri"]

 

[Myra]

She listens intently, and she slowly begins to understand more and more of what he's saying, older memories complimenting what he's saying to be fact.. she remembered the force, from before she became... this. Although he talked much differently about it than her sisters had from her old clan. Pushing those thoughts from her mind she continued to listen and comprehend and her eyes widened and her teeth clenched out of frustration as he begins to walk away, she very abruptly croaks "I'll do it-" and proceeds to cough as she really hasn't used her voice in.. years so it takes her a second to regain that hoarse sound to continue "I.. can do that.."

She wasn't entirely sure what she was getting herself into, but she knew this man could give her a purpose.. deep down something had stirred in her and she was convicted now that he could guide her to a better existence, to power, to food. So she quickly takes a few steps to follow him. "Teach me.. I.. follow you."

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[Adron Malvern]

As she spoke, in that raspy little voice of hers, his steps fell to a halt. The smile on his face was momentary and concealed. From over his shoulder he looked back to her with an arched brow, feigning surprise. “Hmm?” He prodded, yet she revealed once more she would accept the role. He glanced to the treetops, where the fire still roared above them. “You will have to devote yourself to me. Make my every wish, your command. My will becomes your purpose. Do you understand this?” He asked her, before chuckling a big. “In return. I'll teach you everything, and in the end you will have more power than you ever dreamed.” He told her, as he pulled his cowl back over his head.

“Come on.” He said, making his way back into the brush and towards his shuttle. He had found the weapon he was looking for.

As they negotiated the rough terrain that led them back to Adron’s ship, he noticed they had her to introduce themselves, properly. He wondered if he should tell her his name, would it be better to keep her in the dark? Or use her to his full capability? In the end, he decided more secrets would only be more trouble.

“What is your name, girl?” He asked her, his arms moving to part a row of vines from their path.

[member="Faeri"]

 

[Myra]

She listens intently, before nodding vigorously as he clarifies her role in all of this. She asked for nothing more, what use was power if it was not put to use? And would he not know how to put it to use the most effectively? Either way, at his command she followed, seeming much more relaxed but not any less alert, her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings, ready for any potential attack.

His question throws her off, she wasn't expecting him to be at all interested. "Fae.. Faeri." it was simple, she remembered when it sounded innocent, untainted, childish almost. Now it was just a name she barely recognized. Her tongue wandered over the sharp canines that had replaced her teeth as she was reminded that she hadn't fed in over a day, but she pushed that sensation down.. he would feed her.. hopefully. "Yours?" It seemed only fair, to ask for his name when he inquired for hers. She needed something to call him either way.

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

Faeri. An elegant name for a vicious creature. Adron had already deduced by her sharpened canines and tattered body that she was not human, at least not any more. They continued through the swamp, and as expected, Faeri asked his own name.

“Adron. You will address me as Master.” He said, making sure to set the boundaries of their relationship from the beginning.

In time, they came to find themselves standing before Adron’s shuttle. However, the moment they breached the brush, the High Moff’s personal pilot erupted from the cargo hold.

“Sir. Are you ready to depart?” He asked, obviously not wishing to leave the safety of the shuttle ramp. Glancing down to Faeri, he realized that for the time being it would be best if the Empire was not keen on his new apprentice. Not until he was sure of his future. “Faeri. I have a test for you.” Adron said, passing the girl as he stepped off to the side.

He inclined his head towards the pilot, who hosted a curios expression.

“Kill him.”

[member="Faeri"]

 

[Myra]

Faeri listens quietly as they walk, giving a small nod of acknowledgement at his command "Yes.. master." boundaries were set, she understood this now that this was nothing more than professional, although what exactly that meant was still a little foggy for her as she follows him through the swamp.

Upon reaching the shuttle she detected the pilot, and instantly seemed to tense, and upon seeing him she took a step back, glanced between him and Adron as if unsure what to do, her mind was screaming at her to kill him, she was hungry.. she needed to feed. Badly, and so it was when he mentioned a test that she perked up, curious, and then his command made her smile. Not a sweet smile, not a pleasant smile, but a devious sadistic grin displaying her malicious intent and bloodstained fangs.

She was on him in an instant, sprinting at him with what can be described as inhumane speed, what ever had changed her had improved her physical prowess as she tackles the pilot into the ramp. Mid fall, she'd grab the pilot's forehead and push it down farther so it would contact the metal ramp first, and upon doing so it would make a cracking noise as she certainly broke something, the pilot began screaming but was quickly silenced as Faeri tore his head to the side, exposing his neck, and then she bit. Sinking her fangs into his neck, severing his wind pipe and arteries.

He struggled, but not for long, his pushing, shoving, and attempts to claw her off of him died down until all that was left was unconscious breathing and even then that slowly died away until he was still. After a few seconds after his certain death she would slowly stand, bringing up her arm and wiping the blood from her mouth with her sleeve, before looking at him over her shoulder, looking for approval, a reaction, something she could gauge.

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

Perhaps she could hear it, perhaps she couldn't. Not likely over the screams that erupted from the unfortunate pilot. However, as he peered from underneath his cowl, Adron had the softest chuckle echo out from his lips.

Why was he laughing? He had just condemned one of his own men to death. For no more than to see what Faeri is capable of. No, it wasn't the death that amused him. It was the potential.

As he made his way towards the shuttle ramp, where Faeri stood, he remained silent. He stood over her much like a giant, even though she was only a few inches shorter than him. Placing a warm hand on her shoulder, he offered another of his welcoming smiles. “Well done, my apprentice. Now, if you must eat, do so now.” He said, making his way into the shuttle and towards the pilot's chair.

He prepared everything for their departure, and as he pulled the cowl back from his shoulders he reflected on his actions, on the man he just had killed. Was he ashamed?

No. He was content.
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[Myra]

It was difficult for her, to have not fed on the man's blood while she was killing him, and upon his consent she would return to the corpse to gain what vestiges she could before the blood left his body.. it took her only a few seconds, much easier with a corpse than a living breathing and struggling being. She then retreated into the shuttle "What.. should.. I do with the body..-" it takes her a second to quickly add "Master..?"

Her mind was racing as she once again wiped blood from her mouth, looking at her bloodstained sleeves in disgust before looking back at him, focused on what he may have to say.. She was.. nervous. She hadn't thought of the repercussions of going with this man, what the dangers could be, but he was guaranteeing her what she needed, power, and knowledge.


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[Adron Malvern]

As Faeri approached, Adron glanced back to the body. He gestured back to it with a detached wave. “Push it into the swamp.” He told her, before moving back to the ships console.

After Faeri saw to the body, Adron would raise the ramp to the ship and glance over to the girl. Blood stained her clothing and she had a good coating of mud and dirt. Not only that, she smelled of the swamp, distasteful. He pulled the cloak from his shoulders and placed it over the girl. Gesturing for her to take a seat in the cockpit, he stretched a bit. Under his cloak he wore his military uniform. It was a crisp black, much like the pilot’s officer uniform, however there was a noticeable chest piece that held the mark of the Galactic Empire.

Sitting down beside Faeri, he looked to her, able to sense her distaste and fear. “Faeri. You've agreed to be my weapon. Which means I will help you accomplish all of your dreams so long as you are loyal to me, and me only. Now… Let's get you to your new home.”

[member="Faeri"]

 

[Myra]

Faeri accepts his cloak with a small nod of gratitude, pulling it around her small frame and sitting next to him in the cockpit. She glanced around nervously at the metal walls and confined space, not really liking it all that much but something inside of her tells her she'll be getting used to it over the next couple of months or even years.

She listens to him, his promises of grandeur and power seeming to relax a little "Yes master.. loyal.. to you alone." she manages to get out, still finding her own voice difficult and frustrating to use.

She was tired.. and it was obvious by her facial expression as she slowly curled up in her seat, treating his coat like a blanket as she closes her eyes, drifting into a peaceful sleep, the sleep one has when one is safe and with a full stomach.

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