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[Darth Veyriss]

FULL CIRCLE

Location: Darth Veyriss’ ship

Darth Veyriss, her cold, calculating mind focused entirely on the path to perfection, stood before the cryo unit that housed her prized experiment. Subject Alpha lay within, suspended in a state of stasis, her body preserved by the freezing technology. Her transformation was nearly complete. The vessel Veyriss had prepared for the transfer sat ready in the shadows, awaiting the moment when the experiment would be moved—far from prying eyes, where Alana would be free from distractions, free from the possibility of escape—until Veyriss deemed it time to complete the final stage.

Her gaze lingered on the young woman encased in the cryo unit. Alana Calloway had endured so much. Her mind, reshaped and twisted, was no longer the same as it once was. The limitations of her physical form as well, carefully documented and monitored. Yet, the key to the Sith alchemist's experiment was not in what had been done to her mind, but in the latent Force potential coursing through her veins. Veyriss had spent years manipulating Alana's genetic samples, honing them into something far greater than she could have ever been on her own.

"The perfect vessel," Veyriss murmured to herself, her voice cold and distant, like the dark expanse of space beyond the lab's walls. "The perfect canvas to craft the next model of clone."

Alana's body lay still in the cryo unit, her brow furrowed even in unconsciousness, as if resisting the changes that had been wrought upon her. Veyriss was certain, though—she would comply. There was no choice in the matter. Alana would serve, and in that service, Veyriss would unlock the full potential of cloning Midi-chlorians.

With a swift gesture, the process to prepare the transfer began. The hum of the cryo unit filled the air, and the eerie glow of the lab seemed to pulse with the anticipation of what was to come. As the final stages of the procedure could began, a faint smile crossed Veyriss's lips, not from joy, but from the satisfaction of knowing that in the end, she would have complete control over her creations. The transformation was far from over—but it had only just begun.

Soon, the galaxy would come to know the power of her perfect template. All they needed, was to transfer her to the new facility.

Tag: Alana Calloway

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Location: Darth Veyriss’ ship​

Tag: Darth Veyriss​

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Somewhere in the depths of her frozen mind, Alana remained.

Not of warmth, not of home—those things had been stripped from her long ago. What remained was a flickering haze of half-formed thoughts, memories buried beneath layers of conditioning and cold. Her body was motionless, trapped in the stasis pod, yet her mind still stirred, still reached. Her limited knowledge of the force had helped her this time, as the trace she found herself in Gave her the briefest glimpse of consciousness.

I am here. I am still here.

She repeated to herself, trying to stay awake.

The freezing tendrils of the cryo unit dulled her senses, but they could not erase instinct. The situation was bad. She could not move, could not breathe, yet she felt it—a shift in the air, a presence beyond the frost-laden glass.

A predator watching its prey.

The hum of the machines, the subtle vibrations through the metal, the distant, muffled voice—Veyriss. That name slithered through her thoughts like an old wound torn open again. She didn't remember when she had first heard it, only that it carried with it a weight of inevitability.

Veyriss wanted something from her. Not just her body, not just the Force that lay dormant in her veins—something more. Something that made her more than just another soldier, another weapon.

I have to move.

Alana strained against the weight of the ice, against the paralysis gripping her limbs. It was like pushing through durasteel, her own body betraying her at every turn. The conditioning told her to be still. To submit.

No.

A flicker of something—deep inside, where Veyriss's hands had not yet reached—sparked against the darkness. A memory? A feeling? It was faint, but it was hers.

She focused on that ember, let it grow, let it warm her. If she was being moved, transferred—then this was her last chance. They would have to unseal the pod. And when they did…

She was nothing going to stay here.

She was not a damn science experiment.

The ice in her veins burned.

Not with the cold—but with rage.

Alana had never been one for blind fury. She had been taught patience, precision, the steady hand of a marksman lining up a shot. But this? This was different. This was hate, raw and unfiltered, and it kept her awake when her body begged for rest.

She had felt helpless before. Trapped. Beaten, drugged, reprogrammed like some malfunctioning droid. They had taken her past, her name, her mind, twisting it into something unrecognizable. And now, Veyriss wanted her body too—wanted to carve her up and engineer her into something better.

The perfect vessel. The perfect weapon.

Alana clenched her teeth so hard she swore she could hear them creak.

You think you own me?

The walls of the cryo pod felt like a coffin, but she was still here. Still aware. They had locked her inside this frozen hell, but that didn't mean she was going to stay. No, she would fight. If she didn’t escape now, she would never be free. The moment she did however, she knew exactly what she was going to do.

She was going to rip Veyriss apart.

Not just for what she had done. Not just for the years stolen, the memories burned away.

But for thinking she could win.

For thinking Alana Calloway was just a tool to be sharpened and discarded.

A breath she didn't know she'd taken left her lips in a slow exhale, barely visible through the frost clinging to the glass. The machine hummed, oblivious to the storm brewing behind her frozen stare.

She wouldn't die here.

And neither would Veyriss.

Not yet.

But how to escape….

 

[Darth Veyriss]

FULL CIRCLE

Location: Darth Veyriss’ ship

Darth Veyriss strode through the corridors of the vessel with measured precision, her expression as unreadable as durasteel. Every step she took was calculated, her mind already running through a dozen contingencies. The transfer had to be flawless. No interruptions, no deviations. The ship had been carefully selected—no crew beyond the droids, no unnecessary risks. Alana Calloway was too valuable to leave to chance.

The bridge doors slid open at her approach, revealing the cold glow of hyperspace calculations flickering across the screens. The ship's automated systems whirred in response to her presence, acknowledging their true master. Veyriss folded her arms, golden eyes scanning the data with clinical detachment.

Everything was proceeding as planned.

"Estimated arrival time?" She inquired, her voice clipped, efficient.

A mechanical tone responded, the ship's intelligence displaying the precise countdown to their destination. The facility was deep in uncharted space, beyond the reach of prying eyes. There, she would have all the time she needed to finalize her work—without the meddling of Imperial bureaucracy, without the watchful eyes of Sith Lords eager to claim her research for their own.

Her fingers curled at the thought. They always wanted more. She scowled at the thought of her so-called peers. They saw only the potential for power, not the artistry, not the sheer brilliance of what she was creating. They feared what they couldn't control.

But she was in control.

Alana was proof of that.

Her gaze flicked toward a nearby display, pulling up the vitals of the cryo unit. Still stable. Still secure. Sleeping.

Good.

Veyriss turned sharply on her heel. There was no need to linger here any longer. The ship was on course, the systems functioning within parameters. Soon, they would reach the facility, and she could complete the next phase.

With that, she disappeared into the shadows of the ship, already planning her variety of end stage experiments for when they arrived.

Tag: Alana Calloway

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Location: Darth Veyriss’ ship​

Tag: Darth Veyriss​

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That was all Alana Calloway had known in this suspended half-life. The numbness, the weightlessness, the sensation of existing but not being.

But her rage burned hotter than the cold.

Alana's breath was slow, shallow—barely perceptible against the frost lining the glass. Her muscles refused to move, her limbs still sluggish from the induced stasis, but her mind… her mind was awake. And it was furious.

She reached, not with her hands, but with something deeper. Something they had tried to rip from her, reforge in their image. The Force stirred at the edges of her senses, fragile, weak from disuse, but still hers.

The cryopod hummed around her, its life-support systems pulsing with mechanical precision. She felt the vibrations, the circuits, the weak points in the structure—tiny imperfections in the seamless design. A hairline fracture in the casing, an overstressed power conduit.

It wasn't much. But it was enough.

Her fingers twitched. The smallest flex of will.

The Force lashed out, subtle, delicate—a whisper against the glass, against the failing point in the seal. A crack snappedthrough the frost.

The cryopod shuddered.

A warning light flickered red.

Alana's lips curled.

And then, she pushed.

A sudden, violent burst—small, but precise—sent a sharp fissure racing through the glass. The hum of the machine faltered. Hissed. Struggled.

The cold wouldn't hold her much longer.

The first crack was small. A hairline fracture, barely visible against the ice-glazed surface.

Alana felt it more than saw it—the slightest give in the cryopod's prison. The Force trembled at her fingertips, raw, unrefined, but hers. The only thing she had left.

She struck again.

A sharp, precise push. The fracture jumped, splintering outward in a jagged web. The glass groaned, but it held. Not enough.

Again.

Her fingers twitched. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe without fire scraping through her lungs, but she felt. Every seam, every weakened bolt, every tiny imperfection in the machine built to keep her frozen, helpless—silent.

Again.

She carved the Force into the cracks like a blade to flesh. A violent pulse, deep and punishing. The pod shuddered, its systems stuttering in protest. Ice sloughed from the surface, hissing against the vents. Warning lights flared.

She screamed in her mind, a primarily rage, the memory of being cut, burned, drowned, all flared to life with the intensity of a sun.

Again.

The fracture tore through the glass like a wound splitting open. Pressure screamed in the chamber, a shrill mechanical wail shrieked overhead, but Alana only heard the pounding of her own pulse.

She was going to make her pay, she was going to make her suffer. There was no words in the galaxy to describe the retribution Alana would visit upon her.

Again.

This wasn't escape. This was revenge.

For all the years she had lost.

The pod ruptured.

Glass and frost exploded, shards slicing into her skin, but she didn't feel it. Her body hit the ground, hard, her limbs trembling, half-useless, but she forced them to move.

The world spun. Heat burned in her veins.

She was awake.

And now, Veyriss would die.

A failure alarm blared from the medical bay, frost still clung to Alana’s attire, though she struggled to her feet.

 

[Darth Veyriss]

FULL CIRCLE

Location: Darth Veyriss’ ship

The shrill wail of the alarm cut through the hum of the ship like a blade.

Darth Veyriss froze mid-step, her sharp mind instantly shifting from calculations and logistics to the cold, creeping edge of concern.

Something was wrong.

Her fingers twitched at her side before curling into a fist. The cryopod's security was absolute. She had designed it herself, refined its systems, ensured no outside force could tamper with it. There was no possibility of failure.

And yet.

The flashing red emergency lights cast long shadows along the corridor as she moved. Each measured step carried an undercurrent of tension—calculated, composed, but undeniably urgent. Her pace quickened, robes billowing behind her as she turned the corner toward the med bay.

This wasn't a simple malfunction. The alarms were tied to containment breaches.

Had someone interfered? Impossible. The ship's security was impenetrable, the crew was non existent, they were droids—.

Then—

Her eyes narrowed.

The cryopod.

She reached out with the Force, searching, stretching her senses toward Subject Alpha.

What she felt made her stomach turn.

Awake.

She was awake.

Veyriss doubled her efforts, fury burned in her veins. But something more as well, concern.

Tag: Alana Calloway

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Location: Darth Veyriss’ ship​

Tag: Darth Veyriss​

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Alana's chest burned with every strained breath, but her rage burned brighter. She could feel the ship's movements, sense Veyriss's every step as she approached. The woman's arrogance, her belief that everything was in her control, was something Alana was going to rip apart—bit by bit, piece by piece.

The med bay's door was heavy, a barrier that she could feel, taste with every second. Her muscles twitched, ready to spring, to act on the hunger for retribution that had been gnawing at her mind. Her mind was a storm of fury, and the Force buzzed in her fingertips, raw and hungry.

Alana propped herself up, a delicate shift of her body that positioned her just above the doorway, her breath steadying as her hands wrapped around the frame, gripping tight. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated, and she held herself in perfect stillness. It was an art—waiting, poised in the quiet darkness, her thoughts narrowed to a single, single point of focus: vengeance.

She could hear Veyriss's footsteps now, closing in with each passing moment, her presence sharp, cold. Alana could almost smell her, a metallic scent of sterilized air and power. She was so close, so near. The pod's restraints were still weak, barely holding together under Alana's rage. It was all a matter of time before the final crack happened, and that crack was here, now.

She's close... She's close...

Alana's fingers flexed, a low growl barely contained in the back of her throat. Her pulse thrummed, matching the rhythm of the alarms that still wailed in the distance. With every second, her anticipation built. The urge to leap, to destroy that false, perfect confidence Veyriss carried with her, was overwhelming.

One more breath.

She was ready.

Her mind was quiet now, the storm of thoughts drowned out by the sound of Veyriss's approach, her every footfall a countdown. Alana's muscles coiled. Her mouth was dry with anticipation, but she could taste the vengeance, feel it buzzing through her blood.

When the door opened, she would strike.

And Veyriss would know that she had underestimated her.

 

[Darth Veyriss]

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Location: Darth Veyriss’ ship

Veyriss stepped through the med bay door, her mind already running through the list of checks she needed to complete. She had heard the alarms, the frantic beeping that signaled a malfunction, but the erratic noises had mostly been background noise to her superior focus. She wasn't concerned—yet.

She paused, sensing the stillness in the air. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Where is she?

Veyriss's gaze swept across the room, her mind buzzing with the cold, clinical precision that had made her a master in her craft. The air was thick, but not with any immediate threat. A slight hiss from the ventilation system, a whisper that indicated movement in the ducts above, was the only thing that disturbed the silence.

The vents...

For a split second, Veyriss hesitated, her instincts telling her something was wrong. But the thought was fleeting. The idea that Alana—subject Alpha—could escape now was laughable. She had monitored every inch of the ship, and Alana's physical condition was still suboptimal.

She couldn't have escaped. Not yet.

She turned her head, tracking the slight sound of something metallic scraping against the edge of the ventilation shaft. Her attention was pulled there, her senses stretched, seeking the faintest hint of Alana's presence—but it was all wrong.

Just a flicker of movement, a shadow shifting across the room.

Too quiet. Veyriss's eyes narrowed as she turned, but before she could process it fully, she was already in motion.

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[Alana Calloway]

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Location: Darth Veyriss' ship
Tag: Darth Veyriss
Gear: N/A

As the door to the med bay creaked open, Alana's instincts took over. She dropped like a shadow, falling from the ceiling with eerie precision. Her legs bent, poised like a spring, and before Veyriss could even process the movement, Alana's feet collided with the Sith's back, sending her crashing forward with a force that rattled the room.

Veyriss's body slammed into the floor with a bone-jarring impact, her breath knocked from her chest. She barely had time to register the strike before Alana was upon her, rolling to the side and using the momentum to press herself into a crouch, her stance balanced and ready for anything.

Alana's eyes burned with a fierce focus. She moved like fluid grace, a perfect balance of control and chaos. She was not the victim anymore. She was the one in charge.

Her hands shot out, grabbing Veyriss by the wrist as the Sith would try to scramble to her feet. The Echani's grip was vice-like, her movements fluid as she twisted Veyriss's arm behind her back, locking her in place. The sharp, disorienting pain flared in Veyriss's shoulder as Alana's knee pressed into her spine, keeping her pinned.

Alana hissed, her voice cold, filled with hatred and contempt. The force of her words matched the rage surging through her. She could feel Veyriss trying to push her off, but Alana was relentless, never letting her regain control.

Alana's fingers tightened, a quick flick of her wrist, and Veyriss's lightsaber flew from her grasp, skittering across the floor out of reach.

She had to savor this—this was her moment. All the pain, the manipulation, the broken pieces of her past, they were all here, condensed into this single attack. She wasn't just striking for survival; she was striking for everything that had been stolen from her.

Alana snarled, shifting her position to keep Veyriss pinned, her eyes alight with the thirst for retribution. She would make Veyriss feel the weight of every hour of torment, every second spent under her control.

Her hands shot up instinctively, reaching for the assailant, but before she could react fully, she was forced to the ground with a sickening thud. Alana's weight pressed down on her with unrelenting force, her body a blur of desperation and fury.

She was going to end this woman, here and now.

 

[Darth Veyriss]

FULL CIRCLE

Location: Darth Veyriss’ ship

Veyriss's mind whirled in a frenzy as Alana's grip tightened around her neck. The Echani's hands were a vice, cutting off her breath, and Veyriss's senses flared with rage and panic. The suffocating pressure on her throat robbed her of her air, her lungs burning with the strain. The Sith Lord could feel her own pulse thundering in her ears, her heartbeat pounding against her skull as Alana's fury surged.

How? How could she have been so careless? Why did I underestimate her?

The room around them was still, eerily silent, save for the rush of blood in her ears and the maddening constriction of Alana's grip. For a split second, time slowed. The world felt distant, as if she were observing it from some far-off place—until her vision blurred, the edges darkening with the lack of air.

Alana's eyes were burning with fury, her features set in a mask of determined vengeance. Her every movement was deliberate, controlled—this was more than just survival. This was a reckoning.

I will not die like this.

A vicious snarl formed on Veyriss's lips as the last of her breath left her body. She needed to break free. She needed to strike.

With a forceful burst, she reached deep into the well of her power and unleashed a violent Force Scream. Her vocal cords vibrated with the raw energy of the Dark Side, and the sound tore from her throat like a primal, guttural roar, a weapon of destruction that left nothing untouched in its wake.

The sound was deafening—an impossible, bone-shaking shriek that shattered the stillness of the med bay. The shockwave rippled through the room, sending waves of force crashing into every surface. Veyriss felt the air compress around her as if the very atmosphere was being torn apart by her scream. The walls trembled, the lights flickered and buzzed violently, and the structural integrity of the ship groaned under the strain.

It wasn't just an attack. It was an all-consuming blast of raw energy, shaking the very foundation of the vessel. The echoes reverberated through every metal beam and hull plating, threatening to rupture the ship itself.

Her vision swam with the force of the scream, her head reeling as the pressure pushed against her chest, but the damage was done. She knew it. The ship was compromised. But there was no time to think about the consequences now.

Alana would be thrown back, the weight lifted from her neck as the scream lashed out, hurling her away like a ragdoll. The force of the blast created a wave of chaos, knocking over equipment, tearing metal, and even fracturing the reinforced glass. The very air in the med bay seemed to tremble, charged with the dark power of the Sith.

Breathing heavily, Veyriss fought to regain her composure, her hand clutching the floor as she slowly pushed herself up. Her vision swam, but her resolve was ironclad. Not today.

She would not die here.

Despite the chaos around them, her thoughts narrowed in on one singular objective:

“I’m going to kill you, and start the process over again…you wretched little thing….”

Veyriss's hand reached out for her lightsaber, now tossed to the side, her movements sharp and desperate. Her mind snapped back into focus with the clarity of a Sith Lord in battle.

Alana had wounded her. But this time, it would be the last.


Tag: Alana Calloway

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Location: Darth Veyriss' ship
Tag: Darth Veyriss
Gear: N/A

Alana's body slammed into the wall with brutal force, the impact rattling her bones and sending stars bursting across her vision. For a moment, the world tilted sideways, disorienting her as the air was sucked from her lungs. Her body felt like it had been torn apart from the inside out, every cell vibrating with the residual echo of Veyriss's scream.

Pain. Intense, blinding pain. It was all she could feel as she slid down the wall, her hands scrabbling for purchase, her muscles screaming in protest. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest burning with the force of every inhale. Her heart hammered in her chest as the dark fog of unconsciousness threatened to swallow her whole.

But she refused to yield.

Not yet.

Her hands shook as she planted them against the cold metal floor, forcing herself to rise. Her head throbbed, her mind struggling to clear the haze Veyriss's scream had left behind. But she could feel the heat of rage swirling within her again—unstoppable, relentless, just as it always had been.

Alana spat blood onto the floor, her lips curling into a feral snarl. Her body ached, every muscle feeling as though it had been pulverized, but she wouldn't let it stop her. Her vision slowly focused, zeroing in on the Sith Lord. Veyriss was still on her feet, and Alana could see the power radiating off her, the fury just beginning to build.

But Alana wasn't done. She couldn't be. Not after everything. Not after all she had been through.

You wanted to break me?

Her breath steadied, and with a primal growl, Alana pushed herself to her feet, her knees wobbling but refusing to collapse. Her pulse was a steady drumbeat in her ears as her rage took over.

She staggered toward the Sith, her movements becoming more fluid with each step, despite the pain. Veyriss might have knocked her back, but it was nothing compared to the hatred that burned inside her. The need for vengeance outweighed the pain.

This would be the last time Veyriss would hurt her. The last time the Sith would have control.

Alana's eyes locked onto her prey, and with every step she took, the storm inside her grew.

Her head throbbed like it was going to split open. Her ears rang deafeningly, the sharp, persistent noise making it impossible to focus. Blood trickled down from her ears, hot and sticky, a cruel reminder that Veyriss's scream had shattered her eardrums. She couldn't hear properly—just a dull, muffled hum mixed with the high-pitched ringing, the world spinning in slow motion.

Her limbs were heavy, uncooperative as if they were no longer her own. Her breath came in shallow gasps, but each inhale only seemed to make the pain worse, like every breath tore deeper into her senses. She tried to push herself upright, but the world tilted, and her vision blurred, leaving her struggling to maintain any semblance of control.

Blood still dripped from her ears, staining the floor beneath her, but she barely noticed it—too focused on the rising fury inside her, the vengeance that was her only anchor in this haze. She could feel her heart beating in her throat, drowning out the ringing in her ears, her hands trembling but driven forward by sheer willpower.

I will not let you win.

Her thoughts were jagged and fragmented, her mind trying to piece itself back together as she forced her body to move. Each step felt like she was walking through thick mud, but her rage burned brighter than the pain, pushing her forward.

She stumbled toward Veyriss, disoriented but driven by the need for retribution. Her vision swam, the world lurching from side to side, but her target was clear. No matter what, She told herself, I will finish this.

She felt a familiar, cold overtake her…and the more she bathed herself in the sensation…the less it hurt.

 

[Darth Veyriss]

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Veyriss let out a quiet, amused breath as she watched Alana struggle forward, each step more pitiful than the last. Blood dripped from her ears, her body trembled, and yet she still forced herself to move, like some broken machine too stubborn to shut down.
"Look at you," Veyriss drawled, tilting her head as if observing a curiosity rather than a dying woman. "Still crawling back. Still clinging to this ridiculous idea that you can win."
She let her lightsaber ignite with a snap-hiss, the red glow reflecting in her eyes. "I should be impressed, I suppose. But really, it's just sad."

Alana's steps faltered, but she pushed forward again, and Veyriss laughed—low and cruel. "You can barely stand, and you think you can fight me?" She shook her head, voice dripping with mock pity.

"You have nowhere to run," Veyriss whispered, voice dripping with poison. "No one even knows who you are. No past. No future. Just me."

Veyriss only chuckled, tightening her grip.

"And even if you did escape, even if you crawled back to whatever pathetic life you think you left behind…" She leaned in, voice dropping into something softer, more insidious. "You really think you'd be free of me? You couldn’t even free yourself from your trivial addictions, and you think you can escape me?"

She let the question hang in the air, savoring the way Alana's body tensed, the way something uncertain flickered in her eyes.

"I own you," Veyriss continued, voice gentle now, almost affectionate in its cruelty. "I have rewritten you, reshaped you, made you into exactly what I wanted. With you? I’ll have perfected immortality-you’re the key to that. You should be grateful for what I’ve done for you!” Her fingers clenched, flexing her fingers. "And if I have to start over? If I have to rip you apart and make you again from the ground up?"

Her smile widened, all teeth under her mask.

"Well, I’ve put you through worse."

"You belong to me," She said, standing to her full height. "And no matter what you tell yourself, no matter how hard you fight…"

She ignited her blade, aiming it towards the stumbling Alana.

"You will never be anything else, other than my creation…"

She lifted her saber, her grip firm. "So go on, Alana," she taunted, voice turning to ice. "Take another step. Give me a reason to put you down. I’ll bring you back, again."

She raised her blade, and swiped as Alana closed in.

Tag: Alana Calloway

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Location: Darth Veyriss' ship
Tag: Darth Veyriss
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Veyriss slashed low, her crimson blade humming through the air in a lethal arc toward Alana's midsection. But Alana was already moving.

She twisted into the strike, her body rotating as she lifted herself up and over, her movements fluid, precise—Echani. Her momentum carried her just past the edge of the blade, the searing heat singing through the fabric of her shirt but not finding flesh.

As she spun, her legs snapped out, wrapping around Veyriss' neck in a vice-like grip. The Sith barely had time to react before Alana used her full weight to drive them both downward.

Veyriss hit the durasteel floor with a harsh crack, her head bouncing against the metal. Alana didn't waste a second—her free hand shot out, striking hard at the Sith's wrist. A precise, brutal impact.

The lightsaber would fly from Veyriss' grasp, skidding across the floor. Alana used all she had, drowning in the cold, fixated on the rage pounding in her as she gripped at Veyriss’ attempt to pry her off, and snapped the wrist back into her chest, trying to strangle the Sith with her her legs.

Alana's body would scream in protest from the exertion. The twisting dodge alone would send fresh waves of agony radiating from her battered ribs, her breath catching as a sharp stab of pain lanced through her chest. The motion of flipping her body—so precise, so fast—would worsen the disorientation already clouding her senses, her ruptured eardrums making it feel like the world had tilted off its axis.

As she locked her legs around Veyriss' neck, her muscles would tremble, exhaustion clawing at her limbs. Her grip was strong, but every movement sent pulses of pain down her spine, her body threatening to give out beneath the weight of her injuries. The moment she struck Veyriss' wrist, the shock of impact would jolt her own arm, rattling through bruised muscles and fractured bones she hadn't even registered in the heat of battle.

Her head throbbed mercilessly, the ringing in her ears drowning out everything but the pounding of her own heart. Blood loss, trauma, and sheer fatigue would blur the edges of her vision, but she couldn't stop. Not yet.

Each breath was a struggle—her lungs felt tight, her ribs refusing to expand properly, and with every second she held the Sith in her grasp, she could feel her body screaming for relief. The cold was still there, dulling some of the worst of it, numbing her where she needed it most. But it wouldn't last forever. And when it faded, the pain would come crashing down like a wave threatening to drag her under.

Still, she squeezed tighter, forcing Veyriss down, refusing to let go.

 

[Darth Veyriss]

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Veyriss snarled, her sharp nails clawing at Alana's legs, but the Echani's grip was like iron, unrelenting. The Sith's vision blurred at the edges as her airway constricted, the pressure tightening like a vice around her throat. This wretch—this insignificant, defiant creature—thought she could best her?

The very notion filled Veyriss with a fury so profound it burned through the pain in her wrist, setting her veins alight with pure, seething hatred.

She would not be humiliated.

She would not be brought low by this mongrel.

A guttural, rage-fueled growl tore from her throat as she willed the dark side into her limbs, letting the agony feed her. The rage, the embarrassment, the sheer audacity of this pathetic little Echani—it boiled inside her, stoked into a monstrous inferno.

The air around them shuddered.

Then, with a violent detonation of raw, unbridled power, a shockwave erupted outward from her core.

It was not a precise, tactical use of the Force—no, this was sheer, animalistic rage, a blast of unrestrained fury that tore through the space between them like an explosion.

Alana was ripped from her, the vice-like grip around her throat finally breaking as the Echani was flung backward like a discarded doll. The impact sent her skidding across the floor, her battered body colliding hard against the durasteel with a sickening thud.

Veyriss gasped as air rushed back into her lungs, her body convulsing as she coughed violently. Her throat burned—no, seared—from the attempted strangulation, and her wrist throbbed where Alana had struck, but the pain was inconsequential. It only fed the hate.

She rolled to her side, her muscles screaming, but she ignored it, forcing herself up. The dim red light of emergency systems flickered around them, bathing the room in a hellish glow, and as she staggered to her feet, her glowing yellow eyes locked onto Alana, still trying to push herself up.

No.

No more.

A snarl twisted Veyriss' features, her lips curling back to reveal sharp, bared teeth.

"You stubborn, insignificant—" She spat, her voice raw from the near strangulation, but it only made her sound more wrathful, more unhinged.

Her fingers curled into fists so tight her nails bit into her palms, drawing blood. The humiliation of it all—of being brought to the floor, of being forced into desperation against this wretched, wretched creature—was a wound deeper than any physical injury.

Alana had not simply fought her. She had dared to try and kill her.

Veyriss was done.

With a twisted snarl, she reached for the Force and launched herself forward, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat, her fury a hurricane, her hate an unstoppable tide.

She would rip this girl apart.

With her bare hands, if she had-

The shrill blare of the collision alarm tore through the air, its high-pitched wail shattering the building tension in the room. The metal walls of the ship shuddered, vibrating with a deep, guttural groan that reverberated through the floor beneath their feet. The lights flickered erratically, casting an ominous, pulsing glow across the room.

Veyriss, her chest heaving with rage, paused for the briefest of moments, her heart pounding not from the exertion of the fight but from the realization—the imminent danger of the ship's impending crash.

Her earlier force scream had damaged the ship’s ai, it seemed. The vessel was now out of control, being shunted out of hyperspace and into the unknown. Veyriss left Alana where she laid, fixated on trying to save her ship now.

Tag: Alana Calloway

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Full Circle​

Location: Darth Veyriss' ship
Tag: Darth Veyriss
Gear: N/A

Alana's vision swam, everything spinning in a haze of pain. The brutal impact of the previous moments—the crushing weight of each blow she had taken, the shards of agony that still cut through her like a thousand knives—was almost enough to make her lose herself entirely. She had felt the full force of Veyriss's wrath, felt every bone in her body scream in protest, but she had survived. Barely.

But now, the ship itself was protesting, a terrifying groan echoing through its metal frame, and Alana could feel the lurching, shaking beneath her feet as the imminent collision warning blared, louder than anything in the background of her tormented mind.

Every step, every breath she tried to take was more difficult than the last. Her body was a battlefield of bruises, cuts, and shattered bones—each movement sending fresh jolts of agony through her. Blood trickled down from her ears, her chest felt like it was on fire, and her arms—numb, uncooperative—barely responded when she attempted to push herself up.

The world tilted in a sickening roll, the ship shuddering beneath her, but there was no choice. She was not going to let herself be defeated—not by Veyriss, not by this ship, not by anything.

Every ounce of her being screamed for her to stay down, to let the darkness take her.

But there was something else. Something deeper. A fire. A hunger. A demand for vengeance that could not, would not be silenced.

Her hands slid across the floor as she pushed herself upright. The effort alone was enough to make her cough up blood, her throat burning with the pain of each weak breath. But still, she fought to stand.

The ship bucked again, throwing her to the side. The sound of metal grinding against metal roared through the ship, and the violent vibration sent another wave of dizziness crashing over her. She wasn't sure how much longer she could last—but she had to make her move. If she didn't, Veyriss would get away. The thought alone ignited a spark in her chest, a driving force that burned through her exhaustion.

"Not yet…" she muttered through clenched teeth, forcing herself to focus.

Her legs shook as she found the strength to stand, the floor beneath her heaving as the ship continued its relentless descent. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, but the force of will was enough to drive her forward. The pain, the disorientation, the weakness—it didn't matter. She had to stop Veyriss, no matter the cost.

Alana stumbled forward, her vision flickering, and despite the heavy weight of her limbs, despite the overwhelming urge to collapse, she forced her way toward the nearest emergency console, where she knew she could signal for an escape pod.

She was hurting, she was broken, but she was not finished. Not yet.

The ship screeched again, the sound deafening, and her heart skipped a beat—there wasn't much time left. She had to act fast. Her pulse thundered in her ears, the ringing sound almost drowning out the frantic, escalating alarms around her.

Alana found her footing just long enough to reach the panel, slamming her hand onto the button. The pod ejected with a violent, jarring force, and Alana, barely holding herself together, was propelled into the escape route.

The pod rocketed away from the doomed ship, but as she collapsed into the safety harness, her head spinning, one last, crushing thought echoed in her mind.

She was going to escape.

She wasn’t sure how long she crawled, it felt like hours, but Alana would find herself in a pod. Her battered body laid on the floor, trying to find strength to continue, to finally free herself.

But she was tired.

And hurt.

And barely hanging on to consciousness.

 

[Darth Veyriss]

FULL CIRCLE

Darth Veyriss stormed into the cockpit of her ship, her fury practically crackling in the air. She glanced around at the damaged controls, her breath coming in sharp, irritated breaths. The systems were failing, most of the equipment beyond repair, and her ship was drifting through the void—an uncooperative wreck.

Her hands slammed down on the console, trying to make sense of the shattered displays. Nothing. She cursed under her breath, her fingers pressing against the cracked panels with a fury that made the wrecked controls seem all the more insulting.

The escape pod.

Her mind flashed back to the image of Alana's escape pod jettisoning away, vanishing into the abyss of space, and a roar of rage bubbled up in her chest. That insignificant creature had escaped. She had put so much time and effort into shaping Alana, and this was how it ended? No.

Her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white, but a thought flickered in her mind, a devious glint to her plan.

Alana hadn't truly escaped.

With a thought, Veyriss began to gather her power. She reached out, her hands trembling for a moment as the Force surged through her. The mind she had so carefully molded, warped, and fashioned to her will... it was time for its final test. She could still destroy Alana, destroy her from the inside out.

Focusing all her energy, Veyriss extended her will toward the fleeing woman's mind. She could feel the edges of the conditioning she had placed in Alana's psyche—the mechanisms of control, the whispers of influence, all carefully interwoven over time. It was delicate, precise work. If it worked correctly, the pain would be unimaginable, the trauma overwhelming.

Veyriss pushed harder, sending a pulse of the Dark Side, targeting the incursions she had made on Alana , the mental scars she had branded into her. She flooded the young woman's mind with an overload of anguish—memories twisted, thoughts shattered, everything she had instilled in Alana boiling to the surface like poison, until her victim's mind was in complete chaos.

It was supposed to break her.

But as the ripples of Veyriss's attack pushed through, she couldn't shake the sense that something was... wrong.

Instead of the panic and torment she'd hoped to see consume Alana, something else surfaced—a quiet, unyielding resistance. It wasn't much, not yet, but it was enough to make Veyriss hesitate.

"No," She snarled, reaching deeper, desperate to crush Alana's will. "You're nothing. You were always nothing. This was always meant to destroy you."

Her teeth clenched as she pushed again, ignoring the faint doubt creeping in the back of her mind. The conditioning was supposed to be the final step to the project, but at least this way the subject wouldn’t be recoverable. Alana's mind was supposed to snap.

Why was it working now…she hadn’t gotten to that point-

Tag: Alana Calloway

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Full Circle​

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Location: Darth Veyriss’ ship​

Tag: Darth Veyriss​

Gear: N/A​

Alana's hands trembled as she gripped the controls, the pod's launch sequence beginning to hum. It was her only chance. Her only hope. She had to escape, had to get away from the nightmare of the ship, from the twisted memories, the control, the pain.

But just as she thought she might finally be free, a jolt of searing energy ripped through her mind—sharp, violent, unrelenting.

Alana screamed, the sound muffled by the force reverberating through her skull. It wasn't physical pain. It was something far worse—a suffocating pressure on her very soul. The Sith Lord's reach. An unknown voice was everywhere, crashing into her thoughts, flooding them with cold, calculated malice. The words... the conditioning... it was all surging back.

You are mine. The thought echoed in her mind, like the cruelest whisper, like a shadow cast over her every decision.

She could feel the pull. The weight of the lies she'd been told. The memories she didn't trust, the ones Veyriss had twisted into something monstrous. Alana's breath quickened as she slammed her hands onto the console, struggling to keep herself steady. Her vision swam in front of her. Every part of her mind screamed for release, but it was like her brain had become a battlefield, fighting to remain in control, but everything—every sense—was being overwhelmed.

Her eyes darted to the pod's viewport, watching the debris-filled void outside. But her reality was no longer the empty space beyond the pod. It was all in her head.

You'll never escape me.

The words rattled in her chest. The attack was relentless—every thought, every recollection manipulated, distorted. She wanted to fight back, but she couldn't. Her body was moving against her will, her hands shaking, her limbs uncooperative.

She gasped, pressing her palms against her temples, trying to clear the haze. She couldn't let this happen again. She couldn't lose herself to this once more.

But even as she willed herself to focus, to reject the darkness consuming her, the weight of it pressed down harder. You always belonged to me. You always did, even when I cast you aside.

It was too much.

Tears welled up in Alana's eyes as her vision flickered in and out of focus. Her chest tightened, constricting with every breath she took. Every ounce of her screamed for freedom, but the pod was shaking, her mind was breaking, and her body—her very will—was being shredded by Veyriss's attack.

The escape pod lurched, forcing Alana to buckle against the straps. Her vision blurred further, but somehow—through the fog of her thoughts—she saw the stars again. They felt distant now, like they belonged to someone else. Maybe they always had. Maybe she was never meant to be free.

But she kept pressing forward, just enough to make the pod launch.

Alana felt herself slip. No.

She couldn't stop it.

I was almost...

Her vision flickered. In the deepest, most painful corner of her mind, she whispered to herself, but she couldn’t hear over the ringing of her ears.

And yet, the escape pod was still shooting through the void, carrying her away from everything she once knew. But how far could she truly escape? Could she outrun herself? Could she outrun the darkness that had followed her her entire life?

The sensations inside the escape pod faded into a disorienting haze. Alana's thoughts, once frantic and desperate for clarity, began to dull. The sharp pain in her head and the injuries that marred her body barely registered. The blood trickling from her ears, the broken bones, the bruises—they no longer felt real.

Her limbs were heavy, unresponsive, as though they no longer belonged to her. Her fingers twitched weakly, but they didn't obey her commands. She could feel the lingering assault on her mind, the darkness that Veyriss had inflicted upon her—the conditioning. It gnawed at her, eroding whatever resistance she had left.

Alana's eyes, once fierce and full of determination, now stared blankly ahead. Her breath slowed, shallow and detached, each inhale feeling like it came from someone else. She wasn't thinking anymore. Not clearly. Not with intent. The fog crept in, dulling her mind further with every passing moment.

She had been broken. And she didn't know how to stop it.

The escape pod hummed softly, its vibrations constant and soothing as it shot through hyperspace. It was a comforting sound, but it was also alien. Her mind couldn't even process the sensation of speed or travel. There was only the blankness, the cold, distant void of her thoughts.