Freaks Have More Fun [Ovmar]

[Nisha Decrilla]

So many names...​

"Hush now, I'm counting."

Why count? What difference does it make how many there are? You remembered all their names.​

"Shhh..." Her finger tapped lightly on the name, the blood it had been written in dried and dark, flaking slightly at her touch. "Thirty seven..." She was pressed against the wall, eyes glittering with her insanity, a gentle smile on her lips. "Thirty eight..."

I'm bored.​

"Thirty nine..."

A laughter began to ring in her ears, and the smile faded, setting into a grim line. "I said hush." Which name had she been on? Panic set into her eyes and she searched frantically for it, but the names began to blur, letters moved jumbling into one another and behind them, smirking her reflection glittered in the transparisteel.

Anaya's hand shot forward, a scream of fury erupting from her as her palm hit it. Time slowed before her and she watched the force rippled from her fingers, like the surface of a lake the transparisteel trembled with the disturbance and Anaya was reminded that there was only space behind the clear substance.

Only death.

She gasped, and time caught up, the ripple expanding and shattering, but instead of being sucked out to space and death she staggered backwards. There was no transparisteel. There was no reflection. There was a wall with [member="Jared Ovmar"]'s corvette. A wall now, with a substantial hole in it.

A shift in the floor, a step and Anaya fell backwards. She stayed there, lying on the floor caught between laughter and tears, a great well of anger coiling in her chest. She'd been caged for too long.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

~The Burning Beauty~ ​

It wasn’t the name of the ship, not officially at the very least. But it was what I had decided to call it in my own mind - it was a derivative of the old name it had been known - a name that wasn’t entirely accurate anymore and yet… gotta give due where it was owed.

So the Burning Beauty… it glided majestically through the cold, hard vacuum of outer space, quickly cutting down the distance between itself and the Pearl of the Galaxy, Coruscant itself.

I had walked the streets of that particular cesspits approximation of a pearl and hadn’t liked what I had seen. When I was younger I strove for Chaos, it was the one thing, the one ladder that - at least I believed - could make men climb up in the metaphorical way of life.

I found a different message down there in the filth, I rediscovered the origins of my youth and saw the corruption that had spread through my veins and had made me forget that in there… chaos broke the strong and weak alike, it mattered not.

I ain’t gonna go on for much longer, don’t worry. But the point I am trying to make is that during my short trip to the Underworld I found the true value of Order, even if it’s a fragile one. That’s when I decided to assume direct control, take over the gangs, take over all of it and make sure that my blood.

Make sure that my family would be taken care of.

This was the first day, the day that it would all start.

From the ashes… the Exchange would rise again.

I found myself back in the room with Anaya, saw the hole in the wall and sighed. I really would have to order them to make these walls out of beskar too, ‘least if I didn’t want to restore ‘em every time.

From my seated position I could see her laying on the ground, crying, laughing and could feel the anger boiling up. Something would have to be done with that anger…

>You could always heal her.<
>I don’t have that power.<
>Bullcrap, you can heal her if you want to.<
>My powers are destructive in nature, not restorative.<
>That’s just an excuse and you know it, boss.<
>You are a sword, don’t question me.<

It huffed and stayed silent, but knew that in the end it had won the conversation. I grimaced and shook my head.

‘Anaya… come here please.’

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya drew in a sharp breath of surprise at his voice. Shifting her gaze to look at him, she'd forgotten he was even present. Shame, and fear ran through her and she looked away from him.

"There are a hundred. I know this. I know how many there are because I wrote them, I knew all of them by name, yet I can't recall their faces. Isn't that funny?"

You act like you actually cared about them.​

"I did. Every single one of them." She rolled onto her front and pushed herself to her knees, still not looking at Jared, though her body aced him now. "There are hundreds more we could give." She rose to her feet and moved to Jared, only to flop back down at his feet and rest her head upon his lap. "You don't care." she spoke the words softly, as if it was forbidden to speak of such things. "Should I not care?"

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

The Sith Lo-- I patted her head gently, while considering the future. Ever since her breakdown it fell upon me to make sure we were both… taken care of, one moment she was fine, the other… not so fine at all. I wanted to heal her, wanted to mend her mind back into something vaguely resembling a healthy psyche.

But I couldn’t. I hadn’t lied to the sword, not… really at least. I think I have the power to do it, but everytime I reach out with my mind towards her in an attempt to do it - something happens.

I get images of the past scene, images of bodies mutilated to a severe degree and then her… telling me lies and making me believe in them. After such an episode… I can’t get my own psyche together to do something.

Not yet… not yet.

‘Do you know where we are going, my Love?’

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Her eyes fluttered closed as he patted her head. So gentle, yet so dangerous. She lifted her head to look up at him head tilting slightly at his question. "Into hell. That's where we'll end up. Lest the Lord of Chaos--" she drew in a sharp breath as vivid memories of her master flickered past her mind. She could have learnt so much more from Moridin. Dreadlord, Lord of Chaos, she was supposed to have been his legacy...

A giggle escaped her and she shook her head, the glint of insanity dimming somewhat as she tried to maintain focus on the topic at hand. "No, my love. I don't."

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

The Lord of Chaos... Talith had told me about her illustrous father, not a lot granted, but just enough for her to pay off her debt to me concerning the art of cloning and genetics. What I learned was... interesting to say the least, the guy had been eternal to a degree, powerful, immensely so. Yet in the even the Dreadlord had fallen - a mistake I wasn't planning on repeating, 'least... not permanently so.

'Coruscant, my dear. The Pearl of the Galaxy, or Diamond depending on who you are asking.'

We would have to start slowly though, can't have 'em be spooked.

Suddenly a question came out of my mouth, before I could stop it.

'Anaya... do you want me to try and heal you?'

[member="Anaya Fen"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

"Coruscant..." she repeated softly. The pearl of the galaxy, the greatest lie that ever existed. Jedi had made their greatest temple their, a monument built upon darkness, for the lower levels of Coruscant were riddled with demons that the galaxy had never seen before.

But above all else, Coruscant was more to Anaya. Coruscant was where this began. Coruscant was where Ordo had marked her. Coruscant was where her mind had shattered. She swallowed against her fear, eyes watching her lover carefully. Why was he taking her there?

Shouldn't have trusted him.​

"No. You're wrong."

She took Jared's hand in her own, kissing each of his fingers. "Why?" she asked, skipping over his question, avoiding it like the plague. She hadn't forgotten the last time he tried to fix her. "Why Coruscant, love?"

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

The last time Jared had tried to heal her mind he wasn’t exactly in a healing-state of mind, the Sith Lord in him wished to inflict pain and suffering up her for what she had said, and he had succeeded to some degree.

Too successful some would say.

But it was clear to him that Anaya wished not to receive another one of his healings and so he let it rest for the time being. Maybe in the future, when he was less inclined to destroy, to burn everything in his path… Ovmar might try it once again.

Maybe.

Why Coruscant, my love? Why Coruscant indeed.

Last time he had visited Coruscant he had been travelling, trying to figure out his position in life. He wasn’t a Sith Lord, not in the strictest sense of the word, which was not the same as being some ‘holier than thou’-character. The blood on his hands, the years of scheming and fighting, the meticulous spinning of webs and the years of blood- it had transformed him into what he was today.

Not a good man, but not an especially bad man either.

There were two sides to the alignment and Ovmar wasn’t beholden to either of them.

He was his own man.

And so Jared spoke, trying to ignore the thrill rising up in him inspired by her touch.

‘Chaos Requires an Essence of Control. Do you remember Anaya? We come to supply Coruscant with our own form of control, we come… to offer them salvation from their meaningless lives.’

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya let go of his hand, glittering eyes boring into his, her madness fading somewhat from her face. Control? Control of what? The One Sith? Not possible, not even for one as powerful as him, not even with her at his side. Possibility aside, such an act was pointless. To what end would controlling the Dark Lord, or even becoming the Dark Lord, bring them to? She clicked her tongue, searching his face for some indication, recalling what she knew of Jared Ovmar.

Her fingers reached out gingerly to touch his face, memories flicking past her mind. Memories of her meeting with Moira, of her purchases. A smile curled her lips, a wicked glint flashing across her eyes. "I remember."

Drawing her hand back she rose to her feet and sat herself on the desk in front of him. "Chaos rules the shadows, rules the old districts of Coruscant. Battles fought beneath feet regardless of the greater war. You seek to control them." her head tilted slightly "To what end, my love?"

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

To what end indeed. Why was he doing this? Power for power’s sake? There had to be a cause, a cause for him to rally behind- why.. why was he pursuing this endeavor? He had everything he had ever wanted, cash, power, expensive commodities, knowledge… Anaya.

Yet, it wasn’t enough. Why wasn’t it enough? Why couldn’t he just stop here and now? He could simply buy an estate on some far-off beautiful planet, spent the remainder of his life there with Fen, protecting her from herself and the Galaxy at large.

It was possible, wasn’t it?

Hadn’t he done enough already? Hadn’t he bled, made others bleed for causes that were defunct before they had even started? What more was there to do? The Hegemony? The Fringe? His own blatant hunger for vindication and power, more power?

And then it hit him like a brick house, the same house that Anaya once used to bury him under during one of the high-points of their relationship. He was thunderstruck by the revelation, by the sheer audacity of understanding that came upon him, that had crept upon him without him even realizing the significance of it at first.

They were his.

They didn’t know him, had never seen him, heard of him, didn’t even know of his existence… but they were his. It didn’t matter if he had billions upon trillions of credits to burn away, had whole fleets to command and only waited on one of his whims, that a word from him could topple Empires and a sentence descend the Galaxy in pure and utter anarchy.

Because… behind all of that, beyond the visage of the Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist… Sith Lord. He was still Jared Ovmar, streetrat, thug and member of the Kin, risen up far above his station through a mix of bloody fate and the kind words of a Goddess of the Force.

And so they were his, his family, his children, his friends and brothers, sisters and cousins, and he knew them. Knew them intimately. He knew the whore standing in the corner of the street, displaying her wares, he knew the pimp that watched her from the alley and hit her during one of his glimmer stim-crazed moods, he even knew the gambling-addicted dealer that supplied him and the man that held his debt.

He knew them all.

Through this knowledge the Sith Lord would protect them, from themselves and the world that always tried to squeeze them further, tried to bury ‘em under a magnificent large boot just to perpetuate the eternal status quo.

And so he spoke, giving Anaya the reply that had crept up to him in this surprising epiphany.

‘Once I was like them, through luck, fate and cheating both of them I managed to escape the streets. But they were and always will be part of me, a part here.’ He indicated his chest, where his heart was supposed to be. ‘and through that I realize that they are mine, my responsibility. Because I rose up far above my station and that gives me the responsibility to protect them, control them and reforge them into something of worth.’

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Ugh, sentimentality will get us all killed.​

Anaya ignored the voice, head tilting slightly as she studied Jared. She was uncertain where this path would lead them, uncertain if it was the right one. Coruscant was not kind to dreamers, if Ovmar wanted control there would need to be a lot of blood split, a lot of toes crushed and leaders beaten into submission. Her lekku quivered slightly at the thought. It'd been a while since she'd done any such work, but all the same it was the work her own company was based upon and she'd be lying if she said she didn't yearn for the more simple matters.

"If this is what you wish..." she said softly. She would serve him, that was her punishment. That was the price of her love for him. Her expression was soft as she regarded him for a moment. It hardened, slipping into the facade of a business woman.

"I have contacts that may be of use to us."

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

‘Sentimentality?’ Ovmar whispered as his hand caressed her cheek. ‘Perhaps. But trust me, Fen… sentimentality won’t stop me from doing what needs to be done, I think we both know this already, don’t we?’ Then he nodded in response to her, they would definitely need her contacts on Coruscant. His own past was buried under the oceans of blood, time and a certain warehouse exploding.

His old contacts were either gone, dead or turned, they weren’t useful here anymore.

His new people were all up in the government and corporate game, they wouldn’t have any use here either.

‘We will need a Nose.’

Speaking more to himself than to her, Ovmar noticed she wasn’t exactly familiar with that particular lingo. ‘An information gatherer.’ he clarified. ‘Someone who knows the current lay of the land, connections without being beholden to someone.’

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

the fog that clouded her ind seemed to ease as she was given purpose, something to aim towards. the whispers remained, but they were simply that. Whispers, and Anaya was more than loud enough to drown them out.

"There is a Kiffar, by the name of Parla, she is..." she smiled slightly trying to find the right word to describe her "Unique." that was a lie. Parla was not unique, Parla was one of five Parla's. HRD's scattered throughout the galaxy waiting for her command. They'd cost her a large sum, but they were one of er few little treasures. The woman Parla had once been, Anaya had collected from Succellus and delivered to Moira for upgrading.

"I will inform her we are on route. She will be able to give you what you need."

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]