A Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy (Joza)

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Joza Perl"]


Abruptly, Enyo withdrew her hand. "I understand. I did not mean to cause discomfort. Archangel did not...train me for social interaction." There might have been a shred of feeling in her usually bland tone. Maybe her faux pas embarrassed her a bit. She met Joza's gaze when the Zeltron looked at her after putting her shirt back on.


"We grow through pain and tragedy. It is the crucible we pass through. What does not kill you makes you stronger. It is a literal truth in my case," she returned the smile. Hers was did not exactly look cocky. Rather it was a thin sort of smile. More than that seldom graced her lips.


"Trust is an investment in an excessively expensive luxury commodity. I trust my sister. That's it. Everyone else comes after her. You rank highly though. You showed me kindness without manipulative or malicious intent," she added bluntly.

 

[Joza Perl]

It dawned on Joza that they were making some sort of connection. She rolled her shoulders and then relaxed them. “It’s alright. I’m not very fond of some of those scars.”

She turned around to show Enyo her back, pulling down the material of her shirt so that she could see part of her upper back. “I got the ink a while ago to help cover some of the scarring. It’s a phoenix.” This would have been easier if her shirt was still off, but oh well. The intricate tattoo was all black and spanned the length of her entire back, shoulder to shoulder.

“It’s a creature that is birthed from the ashes of its own defeat, but that sounds a little dramatic.” She hadn’t known what it was until Quint explained it to her. It was fitting at the time, she thought.

Joza let go of the fabric and turned back to face Enyo. Her smiled became more sincere at hearing her speak. “You may be a little rough around the edges but you’re genuine. And kind.” Kind was relative, but the Zeltron could see that Enyo was making an effort and she appreciated it. “I like you Enyo. Now, do you have a comfortable place for me to stimulate you mentally?”

[member="Enyo Typhos"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Joza Perl"]


"Don't be ashamed of them. They are not blemishes. They show where you came from, what you suffered and what you overcame," Enyo said seriously. Amusingly, Siobhan might have said similar things. "I think you are very pretty. More than someone who was never put through the ringer," she added.


Her eyes were drawn towards the phoenix. It was a bit difficult to see since Joza's shirt was in the way, but she saw enough to get the picture. "So that is a phoenix. I like it." It sounded...oddly fitting for herself. She'd been destroyed and risen again, stronger than ever. Joza's subsequent words made her smile thinly.


Her attention was drawn away from the mystical firebird to the other matter they'd wanted to deal with. "Right, yes. We have a couch." It had mainly been put into the bunker/apartment for Amara's benefit. Enyo had a room, but no bed. Taking Joza's hand, she guided her to the seating place.

 

[Joza Perl]

“I am not ashamed of them anymore.” Still, she could do without them cluttering up her back. “I just don’t need any more reminders.”

Both brows shot up at the compliment but she smiled graciously. “Thank you. You’re quite lovely yourself.” Even though she looked like Siobhan, Joza was starting to see her as more of her own person. It was almost like meeting a pair of identical twins who you couldn’t tell apart at first, then learning how their physical traits differ over time. “Despite the circumstances, I’m glad that we were able to meet again.”

Joza squeezed Enyo’s hand softly, good nature beginning to fill her once more. She always found it strange to even allude to the rougher parts of her past with someone, but Enyo had handled it surprisingly delicately even if Joza’ reaction indicated otherwise. For all her social graces, there were still some situations that made her hesitate.

As the settled onto the couch, the Zeltron hummed in approval. “Find a comfortable position. It’ll be easier that way.” She was unsure if that was a possibility for the clone.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Joza Perl"]


"I am glad we met as well." The smile did not reach her eyes, but seemed broader and brighter than the last one. When Joza squeezed her hand, the cyborg's skin would feel deceptively real, soft and even warm to touch. So much like a human one.


Little would indicate that it could easily rip a human's arm off without any conscious effort. The fact that Enyo was not human would, however, once again become apparent when she settled down on the couch. No human would be this rigid. Comfortable position seemed like a foreign concept she had to wrap her head around. Normally she would never lie down or relax. Her skin was warm to touch, but just a little colder than it should be.


Her ample bosom would feel soft to touch if one laid a hand upon it and explored it, but it neither rose nor fell, and the cyborg did not draw oxygen into her lungs...for she did not breathe. She could simulate it, but seldom bothered. No heart beat inside her chest. For a moment, her eyes flashed.

 

[Joza Perl]

As they settled onto the couch, Joza rested her head in the crook of Enyo’s shoulder. It was a sign that she was becoming more comfortable around the clone as well as preparing to weave her mentalism. “It’ll work better the closer we are.” She murmured against the Dark Jedi’s skin, humming shortly in mild surprise to find that her skin was warm—not exactly human warm, but she’d expected it to be…colder, more like the synthflesh covering her own arm with only gears and metallic sheathing beneath.

Maybe if she dug back into her memory of that night at Blush a little further she could piece things together.

Still, snuggling against the cyborg would take some getting used to. Her body did not have the natural fluidity and give as that of an organic and there was no gentle heartbeat or rise and fall of her chest. No little comforts she’d come to know, but maybe she’d find some specific to Enyo over time.

Once she was beginning to ease into the mood, Joza sidled against Enyo’s mental barriers, pressing with the gentlest touch and not an ounce of force in an attempt to get her to let them come down as naturally as possible. It didn’t matter if it took a long time and she didn’t imagine it would happen all at once, but it would make things easier for the both of them.

“I’m not going to go poking around in things I shouldn’t.” She muttered softly. “I just want to make you feel good.”

[member="Enyo Typhos"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Joza Perl"]


It took time.


An indeterminate amount of time passed before Enyo consented to slightly lowering her mental barriers. First she had to get used to the alien presence that was touching them with the gentleness of a feather. On the bright side, the hybrid was comfortable enough to snuggle against, once you got used to the oddities.


Eventually, they were lowered a bit. Perhaps it was a deliberate act of will or she simply felt comfortable enough. Her core thoughts were concealed inside a vault of steel, but during when she slipped through the door, Joza would involuntarily pick up some surface memories.


Fortunately for her, these were happy thoughts - at least from the perspective of Enyo! The Zeltron would see a young blonde girl, [member="Amara Zarides"]. In the process, she would see flashes of Enyo's time with her younger clone sister. The girl confused, baffled and at times deeply frustrated the older clone with her antics and bizarre views, but there was no doubt that she loved her deeply. She'd also get a flash of their time together in Blush. That had been quite joyful.


There were also other images, namely of Darth Veles running away from Enyo through the use of thoroughly noncanonical teleportation after being soundly humiliated in a duel. Briefly, she would also see her striking down an ideologically confused Jedi on Midvinter.


Enyo's bloodlust and the exaltation she felt in battle were as real as her love. Neither were emotions Archangel would have desired. Whatever she was, she was more than the super-empowered droid they had wanted her to become.

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza crept through Enyo’s mind once she was allowed to, friendly presence drifting like mist through morning grass. The memories were curious little tidbits and revealed more about the clone, all thankfully linked to something positive from Enyo’s point of view. The interaction with the blonde girl was something she hadn’t expected to see, but given that she was allowed to see it she’d probably ask later.

Not now, not about to ruffle the mood with questions until she knew more.

The Zeltron hummed rhythmically, always soft as her head turned slightly and her lips pressed against Enyo’s neck. She’d used pheromones a hundred times before to soothe friends, patients and targets alike but this was something that ran deeper than that chemical reaction.

With a steady touch, she extended herself into Enyo’s mind and attempted to stimulate the memories, enhance the feeling behind them and give them a rosy glow. Whether it be of the girl she cared for so deeply or defeating an enemy in battle, the feeling would grow several folds.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Joza Perl"]


Slowly, Enyo relaxed into the gentle, feather-light touch. It felt as if a rosy haze had surrounded her black soul, enveloping it. Everything good and positive she knew suddenly felt more visceral, as if it had been amplified tenfold.


Be it her feelings of exultation and triumph after crushing an enemy beneath her heels, or the love she felt for her sister. It was like being flooded - in a good way. Abruptly, she felt very lightheaded, as if her gloomy, grim mood had been banished. The pain that was her existence did not bother her. She felt...joyful. It was an alien feeling, both lovely and deeply disconcerting. Right now she felt intoxicated. She gasped, even though she no longer breathed air. It was like being a bird that had escaped its cage and was trying to fly.

 

[Joza Perl]

Things had been going about as well as Joza had hoped—she wouldn’t have used Enyo as a guinea pig if she hadn’t had a certain level of confidence in her mental abilities. That, and the clone seemed willing to forego the instinctual wariness of having someone in your mind if it meant feeling good.

Who didn’t like feeling good? It was what Zeltrons knew best.

Her eyes fluttered open and shifted upwards as she both heard and felt Enyo gasp, a small smile tugging at her lips as she kept them pressed against the cyborg’s skin. Pleasurable thoughts did not just have to be of love and affection, but triumphs and pride as well. That was the truly interesting thing about being inside someone’s head—finding out what they placed as important to their happiness.

Joza continued to amplify the good feelings she’d unearthed, stimulating them further and further to the point where Enyo would feel the gradual embrace of euphoria. It would plateau for a few minutes before beginning a gradual decline.


[member="Enyo Typhos"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Joza Perl"]


When Joza pressed her lips against the hybrid's skin, Enyo believed she felt something. Or rather a close approximation of it. Of course, it was only an illusion. A construct crafted through careful stimulation of her brain. The mind was a powerful thing.


Presently, her mind told her that she felt warm lips caress her skin - and that her skin was soft and real instead of fake. For a few, brief moments she felt close to human. Her HUD had trouble absorbing, processing and forwarding the data that was being beamed into her skull.


As she gasped, her head lolled to the side. Her HUD lost all non-relevant feeds. This covered outside temperature, air pressure, time and date, present mission objectives and environmental reminders. All disappeared as her mind lost itself in the flood of euphoria. It could be compared to an ecstatic, electrical crackle that built up like a wave gathering all its power before breaking shore.


Unlike a total machine, Enyo did not a chip inside her skull. But at the climactic moment, her HUD turned as white as the snow-covered lands of Hoth. All instruments, all readings, all vision disappeared in a blinding flash. The wave crashed back to the shore in a powerful impact. Almost human...but only almost.


Like every flood, this one came to an end. After riding the wave, she slowly came down. She basked in the afterglow. Her eyes flickered open, and her HUD restored itself. Briefly, her eyes glowed a bright crimson. Slowly, her mind returned to ones and zeroes.

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza had quite nearly melted into Enyo during her little journey—the Zeltron was pressed against the clone as if she were a viscous liquid, fitting against the other woman nicely. Like the stimulation, it had happened gradually as things became more intense.

She didn’t feel the exhaustion until she saw Enyo open her eyes in her periphery. Her head tilted up to give the cyborg a passively inquisitive stare, noting the red glow as she seemed to reboot. Nestling her head against the crook of Enyo’s neck, she exhaled slowly. Her limbs felt heavy and her body was pleasantly warm and if her mind hadn’t returned the present, she may have fallen into some sort of blissful sleep. But the feeling would slowly abate as her strength built up again.

A few minutes later, she’d slowly wind a lock of brunette hair around her finger. “Good?” She murmured, pleasant tone curling the edge of her voice.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Joza Perl"]


The high was over. She was back to normalcy again. Ones and zeroes. But she would look back fondly. "Yes," she spoke. "Very good." She leaned in closer. One hand stroked Joza's flaming red hair before cupping her cheek. The cyborg's skin felt human, though it was just a bit colder.


"Would you like me to reciprocate?" It went without saying that this would be more for Joza's benefit than hers, since Enyo felt little in the way of sensation when she got physical and thus got little out of it. But it felt appropriate to offer. Besides, the power of the mechanical tongue was undeniable.

 

[Joza Perl]

“Mm.” Her grin edged just a little wider as if Enyo’s words inspired her to recover her strength quicker.

“Wellll….” She purred, letting the lock of brunette hair slip from her finger before looping it around the digit once more, this time tighter. She knew that Enyo wouldn’t feel any tug of pain, but would she feel the pinprick of pressure?

Joza laughed softly, comfortable and relaxed but a rising hunger slowly rolled into her eyes, spilling over onto her face and surging through her limbs.

“I’m never one to say no to that.”

[member="Enyo Typhos"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Joza Perl"]


There was a thin sort of smile on Enyo's face. Then she leaned forward and kissed Joza. One thing was certain: Her technique had improved since their tryst in Blush, though it was doubtful that she'd gotten much of a chance to practice before her creators put her brain in a jar. Maybe they'd added a few extra protocols for reasons only they could imagine.


The mechanical tongue's power could not be denied. Nor could it tire. The Zeltron would probably feel all sorts of pleasurable stuff that Enyo was no longer able toe experience physically. Briefly, she pulled away. "It would be best if you're on top. Otherwise I would probably crush you," she said matter-of-factly, while her hand wandered across Joza's arse.