Private Live Outside

[Elle Mors]

LIVE OUTSIDE

J A E M U S​

Leaving Bastion wasn't difficult, it was something that she had always wanted to do - in fact the ease at which she was able to get off of the planet, and the lack of desire to stay behind, were concerning to her. Ellie had been tasked by the Overseer to fly out in an elaborate loop with three other acolytes to Dubrillion, to come in from behind and assist in a pincer movement against a strategic point in the New Imperial Order's assault on the planet's beach heads, and the ship she rode in was a transport making its turn around Jaemus, a planet in a system that was also facing New Imperial assaults, which turned out to be the first mistake of many.

The rationale had been to follow the hyperspace pipeline that led by Jaemus for time constraints, and then to make several short jumps to Dubrillion. Instead, as their ship reverted from hyperspace over Jaemus, the immediate rocking sensation of the ship as it was struck by what she could only assume was a missile made clear that they weren't getting to Dubrillion in time, or potentially at all. Instead, the ship was pulled in by the gravity of the planet and the kinetic force of the explosion that damaged the transport, and down to the surface they went - the crew, Elle included, losing consciousness on collision in the middle of a forested area being combed by Jedi and New Imperial scouts - their recent unity in attacking the Empire ensuring a mutual presence of both on the world.

Charlie Nooran

 

[Charlie Nooran]

//: Pew Pew the baddies //:
//: Jaemus //:
//: Elle Mors //:

Spooky trees, freaky wars, and suspicious smoke. Charlie didn’t like any of the three listed things, but she was in trouble with her superior for having taken the fifth helping of pie during dinner. The young Seoulian girl had been sent to her room for the rest of the evening. She peered outside, watching as something decided to crash into the gnarled forest just outside of the forest. Something in the back of her mind grew excited, wondering what had happened, they had not seen much action - remaining as reserves for the war on Dubrillion. ​

Fingers held onto the pane of the window, as a pair of chocolate brown eyes scanned the sky and then the trail of smoke that led to the center of the forest. If she had a tail, it would wag in excitement, but instead, she pulled away from the window and gathered her equipment. She needed to regain the favor of their commander. If she figured out what crash-landed and recovered it - maybe she would be on the next transport to Dubrillion. Charlie quickly and easily slipped out of the window and down the short tower. The Force was a blessing, and she was off to the races. ​

The forest wasn’t too far from the main fortress of the NIO. The young Jedi was able to get into the forest quite quickly, and she used her small holo com to try and figure a route through the trees. Stopping, she turned her nose to the air and inhaled. Mmm, smoke. It meant she was close, she continued drawing closer to the crash site of Elle Mors and her smelly sith friends.​

 

[Elle Mors]

While her consciousness faded in and out, her grasp on it slipping from her fingers more than once, Ellie's mind was playing a game with her heart in typical dream-like fashion. The beating sound of her heartbeat, the rapid double thump, thrummed like a drum in the back of her mind and the color of the concussion-induced hallucinations were washed out, almost unsaturated, in a nostalgic, remembering, sort of way. It was two days ago, the day of her meeting with the Sith Overseer at the academy on Bastion, the same time as Sylvia had been doing her sparring matches - the timing hadn't been lost on either of them, and Sylvia had complained the entire day before, but Ellie had kept quiet, trying to comfort her friend while refusing to voice her thoughts.

She was a loyal Sith brat, wasn't she?

Still, the meeting had happened, but it hadn't quite gone the way she'd told Sylvia, a matter she had been dwelling on with regret the morning they split. "You will be assigned a master to support the war effort, the Academy has high hopes for you," His voice, distorted by the constant thrum of her heartbeat in her ears, had said with some measure of finality. "I can't just leave her behind!" She had shouted back, her face still red with frustration from the premise of the conversation. "She will be.. reassigned, you needn't have your reputation stained by association with that Rat." He had replied, coolly. "You give me everything I want, and take everything away from her - why can't you just let us have each other?"

Her eyes shot open, the sharp pain of smoke in her eyes causing her to groan, instinctively pulling on the force into her body - tearing away at the safety straps that had kept her from turning into paste when they had crashed. She wobbled, her vision still shaky, and looked around - the other acolytes that had supposed to have been accompanying her, and their pilot, had seemingly died on impact. Looking down at herself, at the droplets of blood that dripped from the corner of her forehead at the vest over her chest, she wondered how she had survived - though as she slammed her fist through the side of the craft, she supposed that perhaps she'd reinforced herself with the force at the final moments of consciousness and kept herself from certain death.

Stumbling out of the wreckage, smoke billowing up into the sky above the tree line, Elle found herself in the middle of a forest somewhere on the planet of Jaemus. She was dressed for combat, in fatigues with various bits of actual armor covering vitals, but she quickly stripped off the vest she had been wearing, which was padded with plates of duraplast, and sat down on the ground beside a tree. There was a clear symbol of the Sith Empire emblazoned upon her shoulder, but aside from that there was little to connect her to the Sith - she hadn't even been carrying a lightsaber. Glancing up to the sky, realizing she had split up with the only person that had given her a reason to stay at the Academy, she wondered if Sylv was in better shape than she was.

Charlie Nooran

 

[Charlie Nooran]

The wind blew, and there was movement, Charlie had assumed everyone was dead, but instinct told her to wait. Waiting meant that she wouldn’t have been surprised, which in this case, was excellent. Hiding behind one of the trees that was thick enough to protect her frame entirely, Charlie watched as one of the downed pilots stirred. At first, the girl wondered if they were just a civilian group caught up in the current war unknowingly. Yet upon further examination, they were Sith Empire. Charlie gripped the hilt of her blade tighter.​

She waited to see if any other’s had begun to move, from what it looked like the one girl was the only survivor. Good. She thought quietly to herself, it meant that she would be an easy capture. Something inside her burned, the rage about the Empire ignited - memories of her biological family flashed behind her eyes. She wanted to make the Empire pay, she wanted to destroy the woman who lived, but the Jedi - the training she had received to quell her anger overruled. Sighing softly, she crept from behind the tree, towards a large rock. Ever so slowly with the lightest footsteps and Force Camouflage, Charlie moved closer. ​

The small insignia on the girl’s uniform confirmed what Charlie had already suspected. As she drew closer, the camouflage dropped, and she pointed the large sword towards the girl’s back. “State your name and rank, you’re under arrest by the New Imperial Order.” Bleh. Felt weird hearing the words come from her mouth, the girl was always a Jedi before any government, but here she had to play by their rules. “Are there any other survivors?” Charlie kept her grip tight on the enormous weapon, Force Body flowing through her boosting her strength, allowing her to impressively holding the weapon with one hand while keeping it steadily pointed at the woman’s back. ​

If it came down to it, she would fight - but she had hoped it honestly didn’t. Something was different about this Empire Sithling, and Charlie couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe it was because she was a little funny looking, maybe she was like a weird-looking Echani. Charlie shrugged and kept her best, ‘don’t kark with me’ look.​

Elle Mors ​

 

[Elle Mors]

Tired.

Tired of fighting with her adoptive father, or the equivalent of, that she had in the overseer, tired of trying to cheer up a friend who wanted to be unhappy, tired of winning over the heart of someone who didn't want to let someone in - and, sitting with her back against the tree and a sword directed at her, she was tired of this war. She hardly reacted to the words of the New Imperial, though she felt her stomach lurch at the woman's voice - was this how it was going to end? She'd been told horror stories of torture, of dismemberment and death - was she lucky to have survived the crash, or worse off for it?

"I'm all that there is." She answered, almost robotically.

Her green gaze, almost as dark as the leaves on the trees above her, was cast over to the wreckage, and though she couldn't manage the level of control in areas of sensory with the force, she knew the rest of the crew had died. She turned her head towards the end of the blade that threatened her, and then let her eyes travel up its length to the person holding it - a woman that was maybe a little older than her, not a surprise considering that both the New Imperials and the Sith Empire had been indoctrinating their youth to fight their wars for the old dogs that ran the show. Feeling a bit like a lost pup herself, she couldn't help but have cynical thoughts of her own.

"I though you New Imperial types were the kind to stab first and ask questions later, I'm surprised I still have my hands." Elle said, testily.

"Are we going to sit here all day or are you going to take me to whatever prison it is that you have to torture me?"

Part of her, the confident part that came from her success in the ring, told her that she could probably turn things around under different circumstances, but the smart part of her - however little that was - screamed at the top of her lungs that she couldn't punch a sword and walk away unscathed. Brazen as she was, she was more willing to give in than to lose face.

Charlie Nooran

 

[Charlie Nooran]

//: Pew Pew the baddies //:
//: Jaemus //:
//: Elle Mors //:

Charlie stared at the girl. There was no resistance, and it utterly confused her. Her knowledge of the Sith was full of defiance and resistance, even when the odds were against them. Charlie quietly recollected the time she had run into a Master of Ren. The girl looked no older than herself at the time but was a force to be reckoned with. Charlie had easily won the duel, but there was something more to the dark side. ​

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The girl she had come across didn’t act like the Sithling; she was far calmer and reminded Charlie of the Imperials she was working with. Still, her nose wrinkled, and she shook her head and the tip of the sword at the Empire soldier. “You better not be lying to me, if there’s more they’re gonna pay and uh wait what-” The comment the Sith had made about torture and slicing off her hands confused the Seoulain girl. She put the weapon away, wondering if that had been what gave the sour impression. ​

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“What are you talking about? If we had fought, I wouldn’t have killed you. I would have tried to subdue you and bring you back to the base.” Shaking her head, Charlie crossed her arms and sighed softly. It was evident that this girl knew nothing of the Imperials and the Alliance. “I’m a Jedi. Killing and maiming aren’t the first things that we do. If you had been injured, you would have received treatment and comfort. Torture is out of the question. If that would be your fate, then I would take you back to the Alliance and not the NIO - but even then, they don’t follow the Sith traditions.” ​

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Charlie frowned and pointed at the girl as she stepped closer. Fury burning behind her eyes as she glared harshly at Elle. “It’s you people who torture, maim and kill. You burn down entire cities because you feel like it.” Remembering her own family burning alive, Charlie held minimal sympathy for the Empire, but she had compassion at least. “No, you’re going to be escorted and then transferred to the Alliance. You’ll be treated like a human, unlike how you people treat prisoners of war.” ​