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Fifty Shades Of Fear

Stephanie Swail

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He continued to dig his hands down in the soil, picking up chunks and rubbing it between his fingers, feeling it both dry and moist. It crumbled beneath his grip and could have so many metaphors to the ones who wanted to read into it.

"No, no you're not here to save me. You were here for me to break, to mould and to show the harsh reality of life. I wanted to save you and for you to stand by me to take on the injustice out there."

Finally looking at her, he had no emotion to his dark, stubbled face.

"Just let me say this; don't take me for a fool. I can read you like an open book. Only if you use what I told you will have any chance to protect what's in your head."

[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
Her clear blue eyes watched her kidnapper dig into the soil, crumble the dirt in his fingers. Odd behavior. All the more evidence to her that she had the advantage. She closed the short distance, awkwardly reaching with her least injured hand to place it on his shoulders.

"I don't need to protect what's in my head," she replied with a shake of her damp blonde curls, "[member="Asterion"], I know nothing has been easy for you. Please stop fighting. I can help you. Just let me in."

If he did, maybe she could hold out until they came for her. If she tried to run away now, there was nowhere for her to go. She needed to wait for the right time. This Sith was her only life line.
 

Stephanie Swail

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He didn't move when the girl touched his shoulders. He only closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Had it been so long?

"There is nothing you can help me with."

Wild birds called up above them, nature teemed around them.

"It's too late for me, but I perhaps needed to see that not everything is as doomed to walk the path I do. I still feel you have a lot to learn, kid. It's going to be a tough road for you if you can't make your own choices, stick up for yourself, understand?"

Asterion shifted to sitting down, legs arched in front of him and taking the time not to teach or lecture or rationalise, but to listen to the Force around him. The girl was just a comfort for now.

[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
Her little smile only grew. He was calmer now. It was actually working! Now she understood why mom chose empathy. There was a sudden swell of pride in her. She was really her mothers child.

"I can help if you let me help," she said, pulling her hand away and sitting right in front of him, legs curled under her, "You aren't doomed. I don't think you're as mean as you tell me you are."

She was winning this battle. She'd have scars, sure, but she would return home in one piece. Maybe she wasn't learning the lessons he wanted her to learn, but she was learning something.

"I understand what you're trying to teach me. I'll make my own decisions in life. Starting now. When I go home, I'm going to find Owain. I'm going to tell him exactly how I feel and I'm going to prove once and for all that love isn't a lie."

[member="Asterion"]
 

Stephanie Swail

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Asterion looked up, dark eyes reaching into hers. He had some serious questions to ask himself and some answers yet to find.

He tossed down the dirt and rubbed the soil from both hands, muddy marks staining his skin.

"Get up. I'm taking you home."

Pushing up from the ground, he stood and moved behind Felicity, looking out into Teth and then up to the atmosphere above. His head full of nothing, his body decorated with burns and scars and for what...for whom? The day he would die, nobody would even notice.

[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
The girl blinked in complete shock. He was doing... what? She hesitated. Was it a joke? Her damp curls swayed this way and that as she tilted her head from side to side, looking at him from all angles. Her beast wasn't such a brute after all. She rose to her feet, awkwardly tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Um... Thank you."

She smiled again before turning to face him, reaching for his hand. Her right hand was still useless, but her left was workable. The instant her fingers grazed his, something happened in her head. Pictures. Voices. A storm? She saw it too fast. She couldn't slow it down enough to see, but she knew what it meant.

Her hand dropped away from his and she swayed on the spot.

"You need to leave," she murmured, touching her forehead where her headache hurt the most, "They're coming for me. They'll kill you."

She couldn't say why she cared. Had she received this warning an hour ago, she would not have told him. She would have sat and waited with a smile. But something changed in him during this last hour. She could see it in him. He was cracked, his identity was shattered. She'd saved herself this time, and it wasn't because she had to fight back and get angry. She'd won simply by opening her mind and learning to find the best in him. She'd defeated a Sith, and she hadn't needed a lightsaber to do it.

[member="Asterion"] [member="Keter"] [member="Graxin Rade"]
 

Stephanie Swail

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Asterion saw her move in his peripheral vision, and didn't go to say or do anything as she came by. Let her have this moment and then she would return home with plenty -

She grazed his fingers. His eyes flickered down to them, but immediately shot up when her felt the Force spike between them.

"Felicity, your vision - what is it?"

He leant down and held her up, trying to shake her back to focus and tell him what she saw. The fact others were coming was not a surprise, but of course he still had the biggest bargaining chip.

"What did you see? This proves you need teaching - this potential in you is dangerous and has been ignored!"

Looking to the sky, he opened his senses for any sign of danger, and knew she was his only way out, dead or alive.

[member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Keter"] [member="Graxin Rade"]
 

Keter

The Renegade
Teth. A world as unremarkable to Keter as Immeria. A good hiding spot, he had to admit. Sadly, someone had half-arsed their job. They hadn't done their research into their target. The blond's face was set into a stoic mask as he deftly piloted his ship down towards the atmosphere. He was Keter Mason. He may not have visions, or sensing abilities, or anything that most Force-users took for granted. But what he did have was an unfailing sense of his own flesh and blood. Granted, he hadn't thought it would work on his children, but the Force was strange like that. The Fury began to scream as it hit the atmosphere, flames dancing along the canopy from the sudden friction.

When he had heard the news, that his daughter was missing, he had wasted no time in setting out to find her, trusting in his instincts to guide him. The ship began to shake. Sat in the cockpit next to him, the two Barnabus' exchanged a worried glance before tightening their seatbelts. They had said nothing to Keter, recognising his anger. Felicity had not just run off this time...or if she had, she had forgotten to warn them. IN any case, Keter was treating this as a full on emergency. He was annoyed. At his daughter for lack of communication if she had chosen to do some exploring. At Graxin for losing sight of her. And at whoever had taken her if she had not gone willingly.

[member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Asterion"] [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Owain"]
 
Thunder crackled in the distance. Felicity felt herself lose her balance as her headache spiked again. She would have fallen if not for @Asterion.

"No," she mummbled, "Leave. When they get here, it will be too late for you."

Her training didn't matter now. If she didn't convince him to move, she was going to be at fault for when he died. It shouldn't matter to her, the fate of her kidnapper, but she had seen into his very soul. She knew what he was and what he could be.

"Go."
 

Owain

Lord High Grand Commander Esq.
Fingers gripping the arm rests for dear life, Owain sank as deep into the seat as he dared. He could tell the blond man his uncle respected was in a Mood. A dangerous one at that. He had seen the blond laugh, joke, and partake in stupid theatrics. But now...now he was being scary. Cold. Direct. And throwing them at a planet at the speed of sound. The entire vessel was shaking and screaming, as if falling apart around them. Owain certainly hoped that wasn't the case. The hunk of junk was centuries old, if not millenia. The youth glanced at his uncle for support, but only found the pale face of the older man resolutely fixed into a grimace. Oh great. Even his uncle was nervous.

This was going to suck. He had only agreed to go travelling with the madman because his uncle had promised ot teach him some neat tricks! What the hell were they getting into now?! Actually, that was a good question!

"Uhm...Uncle? What exactly are we doing here?" the crow-haired boy asked out the corner of his mouth.

[member="Keter"] [member="Asterion"] [member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Graxin Rade"]
 

Stephanie Swail

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The sound of engines in the distance caught his attention, causing him freeze and hone in on the craft - not large, but fast and piercing coming in quick. How had they found - of course, the girl. Her brother. The Force.

Letting go of Felicity, Asterion moved back towards the bunker and stood his ground.

"I go now I get blasted out of the sky. This is my fight, but I suggest you get out of here while you can. Give your brother a chance to survive because I can't promise he will if he comes for me. I warned you about love."

His brow furrowed, and he kept his senses alert.

[member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Owain"] [member="Keter"] [member="Graxin"]
 
The blonde followed his gaze up to the sky where a craft was swiftly closing in. She knew that ship. She knew it in an instant. Her mind sparked again. The storm was closing in. The wind was picking up. Her hair whipped past her face as Asterion let go of her and moved towards the bunker.

"It's not my brother in that ship," she warned him, "It's my father. And he will absolutely destroy you, weather I leave now or not."

She didn't move one way or another. Her head was aching, more than it usually did when she saw pictures. Her eyes darted from the Sith, to her fathers ship again and again.Then she stopped to gave him a look that simply said 'good luck in the afterlife.'

"You're a good person," she called to him, "You just needed help to see it."


[member="Asterion"] [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Keter"] [member="Owain"]
 

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Not a soul in the Army of Light knew where Graxin had gone. He'd taken his leave of a meeting shortly after the Army's formation, and disappeared from the galaxy.

For anyone else, this would have been left to his apprentice, or one of their pawns. Felicity, however, was blood, and despite the Archlord's ever-changing perspective, the value with which he put on his sister was a constant.

It was a weakness that the lesser would exploit, eventually. One that the Jedi had tried to purge himself of, but failed horribly in trying to do so.

The girl had a permanent place on his heart. Perhaps the only place left after Corvetta, Linori, and the others.

He knew [member="Keter"] Mason was hunting the eldest Mason daughter as well. She was his child after all. However, he was not flying with the older man.

The Belbulan lowered silently under the clod cover of Teth. He would need to be careful here, the planet was overrun with Rakghouls, or so the news went.

There would be no hiding of abilities or false identities here. Graxin would have preferred to unleash himself without the worry of being identified. That was not possible with his sister involved.

The sleek starfighter came to rest in a grove not entirely far from the Sith. Graxin had tracked the girl through their bond, and the use of phycometry. It was unlikely Felicity would ever return to training now.... But the force did not just leave.

The canopy hissed as it popped open. Graxin popped out of the cockpit clad in full armor, hidden beneath a sea of midnight from head to toe.

The larger monstrous figure of Shlurk exited just behind him. The Graug huffed a quiet curse as his bare feet sank into the ground.

"She is not far." Graxin pointed out.

Shlurk raised his scaly head, and sniffed at the sky. "I would like the Sith's liver."

"It is yours."




[member="Asterion"]

[member="Owain"]

[member="Felicity Mason"]
 

Keter

The Renegade
He could sense her. There. His red eyes whirred, slaved to the senses of his ship. "Take the controls," he stated, standing up and hitting the ramp release, striding from the cockpit towards the exit of his ship, leaving his two compatriots behind. He drew his sabers, but did not ignite them. The red ones. It had been a while since he had used those. Still, maybe this would end without bloodshed. A pity. It had been a while since his last fight. The Fury began to pull up as Elliot grabbed the flight sticks, levelling out their meteoric descent. The roaring. The screeching. Oh yes. It never failed to thrill him. The ship pulled up as he reached the ramp, the landscape a blur below.

HIs daughter was down there. And he would have words with her.

Without a second thought, he stepped off into the air, arms spread wide as if wings.

[member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Asterion"] [member="Owain"]
 

Owain

Lord High Grand Commander Esq.
Oh sweet Lords of Korriban. No one was flying the plane. NO ONE WAS FLYING THE PLANE! Owain felt his eyes go wide as Keter strode past him, his face a grim mask. By the time he looked back at the controls and the rapidly approaching ground, his uncle had unbuckled himself from his seat and grabbed the controls, pulling up sharply. The youth grimaced as the g-forces pounded his body. Urgh...he felt like he was going to be sick. Luckily, he managed to keep the contents of his stomach down as the Fury levelled it's flight, killing speed as it banked around to circle...someplace.

"Uguu.......seriously uncle, what's going on?" the boy asked, blinking the dizziness from his eyes.

[member="Keter"] [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Asterion"]
 

Stephanie Swail

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He had brought this on himself, but the last thing the Minotaur was going to do was run. He didn’t regret taking the girl; far from it. She was perfect to mould in his image, to unlock the potential buried by a sheltered upbringing. However it was the cracks in his own armour she had found that disturbed him the most.

Devoid of his cowl and armour, still inside the bunker, Asterion stood against the large wall of the entrance, leading down the steps to the blast doors. He was going to wait until the ship left and he felt the girl go, or the angry mob would crest the undergrowth and confront him.

”I won’t hesitate to kill your father if he attacks me – this serves as a lesson for him to listen and stop under-estimating you. And to treat you like a grown-up.”

Felicity was on the edge of the clearing and from her vision coming from his touch, Asterion was well aware of heightened activity – it made his skin crawl.

[member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Keter"] [member="Owain"] [member="Graxin Rade"]
 
The young woman opened her mouth to argue, but she knew that was not the best way to go about this. She closed her mouth, shaking her head. She had a better idea instead.

"You know, it's my birthday tomorrow," she said, turning her back on him to face the shit coming in the distance, "The best birthday present you can give me, is letting me keep my Daddy."

Not a lie. She did turn sixteen in a few hours, She might be pushing her luck now, but she didn't think he was in much of a position to punish her anymore, even if he wanted to.

[member="Asterion"] [member="Owain"] [member="Keter"] [member="Graxin Rade"]
 

Stephanie Swail

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Looking past her damp hair, over the black robe that drowned her and into the distance, Asterion stayed solemn and focused.

"I am not here to deliver presents. I'm here to deliver you back willing to make a change, but I will defend myself."



[member="Felicity Mason"] [member=Owain] [member=Keter] [member="Graxin Rade"]
 

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"Go hunting Shlurk."

"Shadows guide you Grax'thor. Call, and I will come.

The massive Graug stomped off into the forestry. Shlurk would not interfere unless Graxin asked of him, not even if this Sith Lord attacked him, which was quite likely.

Graxin drew his cowl up over his mask. The Sith was not far, and neither was Felicity. He could sense her now. Not in the far off-out-of-depth manner in which he had felt her when she was gone, but in a more present and visceral form.

The girl was not far, and he would have her soon.

"It would be best if you gave up your weapons."

He shouted it to the heavens, but it was likely the Sith could hear. Graxin wasn't exactly far away.

He came out through the treeline, and narrowed his eyes. Shlurk breathed a low sigh just a few paces to his right. Graxin could feel the headhunter's legs tensing as he readied to pounce.

"Now."

There they were. The Sith, and little Felicity. Graxin could sense them just beyond the structure ahead.

It's origin was unknown, but it was a liable bet that it was the Sith's home. Graxin began a slow march across the undergrowth toward the entrance of the bunker.

[member="Asterion"]

[member="Keter"]

[member="Felicity Mason"]



 
Felicity had opened her mouth to argue, but she was cut off by a familiar voice. Graxin. He was not far. She would recognize his voice anywhere. She looked behind her shoulder at the Sith hiding just inside the shadows of the bunker like an injured spider. She had the urge to run back and give the finishing blow- a hug. Mother would have done it, just to prove it could be done. Unfortunately, Felicity was not quite that forgiving. She still remembered the sickening crunch of her broken fingers.
Still, she closed the distance somewhat, stopping just outside the bunker, looking in with a smile.

"You're wrong," she said, hiding her broken hand in her other, "You are here to deliver presents. You're giving me back to my family. Alive. I think that's a gift in itself. [member="Asterion"], I'm more sure than ever that the who is going to change is you now."

She straightened up, turning to face the forest line. Her brother was close. So was her father. She felt three other life forces nearby, although who they were was a good bit less clear. She was still getting the hang of her senses. Still, it made her feel such joy that there were so many that cared about her enough to come all the way out here. They must have followed her trail. So smart!

[member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Owain"] [member="Keter"]
 

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