Private Losing Yourself

[Molly]

Once upon a time, Molly had been Amaryllis. She hadn't liked that very much, so she'd planned for years on who she could be and what she could change. Taking another name is easy when you've done it once already.

Molly wasn't sure what world she was on now. Just stepped onto a shuttle on Coruscant, without really caring where it went. She wandered about the busy market streets without a care, stopping to check out this stall and that stall. It felt invigorating to be out and about again. She had spent so long cooped up on Coruscant, in the 'care' of those Jedi, that she'd barely been able to breathe. All those arguments and fights with her family and the insistence that she couldn't really go anywhere else. Well, she'd proven them wrong, hadn't she. Oh, Molly would return eventually, once she'd wandered a planet or two. Or three. If they hadn't wanted her to escape for a while, maybe they shouldn't have so many rules.

I'm not escaping from an arranged marriage to end up shackled in a temple with a bunch of weird space monks, Molly thought as she ran her fingers over some silks, checking the softness. The quality was awful, but she didn't say that to the stall owner. Instead, she just moved along. Straight to the next stall. No ties, no following, no rules. Just freedom, for a while.

She kept on walking, just enjoying the sensation of being out and free... without thinking about where she was going. Spices and sweets and scales caught her eye, sending her from one place to another. Deeper and deeper into the tangled mass of market stalls and side streets, until suddenly Molly looked up and she didn't know where she was. Just a quiet bustle of people behind her, and a gloomy side-street ahead.

Somewhere, in the deepest recess of her stomach, something twisted. She shouldn't be here. The air felt cold and tasted cloying, with a hint of metal. Every breath made her wince.

What is this?

Tag: Darth Moskvin

 

[Darth Moskvin]

Coming To Take Me Away
-by Butcher Babies-

Location: Coruscant
Objective: Steal Away A Lost Soul
Gear: Staff of the Damned / Talisman of the Witch / Magical Gems / Bow of Immolation / Hilt
Familiar: Archimedes
Tags: Molly​

I hate Coruscant, a planet riddled with capitalistic corruption. Make no mistake, I love corruption, and death, and misery, and lies but this planet did it with such style, that it made me smile with a sense of comfort. I hate comfort too, hence why I hate this wretched world infested with vermin that should be painted for extermination. But the planetary government feasted on the taxes that swelled their coffers and fat bellies long past their belt's sell-by-due date. And speaking of such trivial points, this planet was like dirty milk....growing sour by the minute; held by cracked bottles under a label of false hope. The air was stench, my attitude was growing with boredom.... even Archie was flying about seeking out something to kill or find us some adventure. But we had to tread carefully, Sith Lords are not welcomed in the land of the Jedi. With one breath, they seek to bring you back to redemption, and in another breath, kill you because your ideals don't mesh with their intolerable dogmatic views.

And as my best friend flew high above, our eyes engaged together; I saw and felt something rather interesting. It was Archie who first spotted a young girl aged in teens walking through an alleyway alone; followed by a group of thugs. Normally, I don't play hero...rather leaving them to kill their mark but there seemed to a pep in this girl's step that called out to me. For flashing points, the Force was there; but most tasteful was this girl's emotion of, well, confusion is not the right word; ahh.... confliction. I ordered Archie to patrol her whilst keeping his eyes on those thugs too. I, for my part, hastened my steps closing the gap as quickly as possible; until I realize flying would be a better source of transportation. Coruscant is so crowded, I hate this place. So with a whisper, I became a raven myself; a form Archie always enjoyed. I think he crushes on me when in this form.


Planting myself atop of roof's edge, granting me better perception of what was transpiring. Yes, these men were going to kill that girl. And again, the Force was whispering to me via this young girl. However, I felt the taint of the light side within her; but there was again, confliction hovering around her. There was a Jedi Temple about, I think. I fail to verse myself with such constructs, and if she was a Jedi; she was now exhibiting other emotions as well. Through my avian eyes, I witnessed the men close ranks toward the girl. Archie chirped and he was right, she was the one. As I cascaded down transforming back to my...well... form, I landed between girl and thugs. The shock on everyone's faces was, well, hauntingly breathtaking. Behind me was the girl, the one I was going to claim....and in front of me, food. Now I don't carry a lightsaber, nor did I have my staff or bow; but what I did have was, well, me.

If you blinked, it was over. I stood over four corpses, wiping the droplets of blood from my mouth. In the heat of passion, I tend to eat with a sloppiness fortitude. Swinging my living corpse around, my vampiric, golden eyes drew into this girl. "Wanna see a cool necromantic trick," I said to this girl, and with a snap of two fingers on my left hand, one of the slaughtered arose, brushed himself off, and bowed to the young girl in a most apologetic way: and then he dropped, for his undead life was meant for introductions of my power. Now, I'm rather tall and this young girl was not, so I crouched down where our eyes locked and I simply said, "You and I don't belong on this dying world. Come with me, let's talk."

 

[Molly]

Turning in the alley, Molly noticed several figures blocking the way back. Her eyes widened as she took them in and they approached. Hunger in their eyes and hands reaching towards their belts. Weapons glinted in the half-light of the alleyway. This hadn't been the best idea. Molly stepped back, looking around for any kind of escape.

They moved, approaching her quickly. Molly moved back as fast as she could, looking over her shoulder. There wasn't much room left, though. She felt stupid, enraged that she'd wandered down that alley without thinking. Scared for her life. It couldn't be it, it couldn't be the end...

A shape landed in front of her, dark and twisted. It formed into a... woman. She stood in front of Molly, blocking the thugs and the light from her. For half a second, Molly wondered if she was a cop. Then something happened. Molly only caught a glimpse before she blinked. A horrific twisting in the woman's shape. A brutal wave and splatter of blood painting the alleyway. A scream, cut off after a millisecond. In a blink, all of them were dead. Screams came from outside the alleyway as passers-by noticed the blood-drenched corpses and the ichor-soaked aftermath. Fear filled Molly as she tried to step back and whatever that woman was turned to face her and... and...

Those golden eyes fell on her. Molly stared back, drawn in. She took a breath, staring... staring... staring. Swirling golden eyes. Something wrong about them, but undeniably beautiful. The trick she pulled was both revolting and amusing, making a churn of morbid laughter rise out of Molly that she couldn't stop. Her hands clamped over her mouth, trying to stop herself. Even in her conflicted, runaway state, Molly knew that this woman could only be bad news.

But she knelt down and stared back at her again. Those golden eyes...

"I... I... I should... I... go back to... I..." she stuttered, trying to stumble into an excuse to pull back, or run away. Some bargain that'd let her flee back into the streets, back to the shuttle, back to the Jedi Temple. She'd be a good girl, promise. She wouldn't run off again.

But something just wouldn't let her say it.

"I... I... I..." she repeated, staring into those golden pools. "... yes."

The words felt weird in her mouth, as if they were dug up from some deep, dark part of her. All the usual bravado and attitude stripped away by the power of what she'd seen.

"I should go back... the Temple..." she tried to say, but the words fumbled into silence.

Tag: Darth Moskvin

 

[Darth Moskvin]

Richard Ramirez
-by SKYND-

Location: Coruscant
Objective: Steal Away A Lost Soul
Gear: Staff of the Damned / Talisman of the Witch / Magical Gems / Bow of Immolation / Hilt
Familiar: Archimedes
Tags: Molly​

"Go back......where," I voiced without acknowledging where she came from. The Jedi were relentless, and if this girl went missing or left or got lost; I was quite sure they would be out searching for her. But I sensed, even before she answered 'yes' she was not willing to go back, that she craved something far more than any Jedi could offer up. I, too, crave those things that neither Sith or Jedi could ever offer me: an Apprentice of my choosing, not some randomly chosen dead minded Acolyte or Paddy who would only attach themselves to my teachings because they were told too. No, I hate the paper cut-outs of Acolytes. I want substance, a mind filled with real questions, a little gremlin that I could shape into a monster: I wanted this GIRL. Rarely does these peepers of mine bewitch a person, cause to see them as closely as I allowed this girl, well you were already dead, and I was moving on from the spectacular designed event. And yet, to my astonishment: she stared into them, seeing one of the rare visions of myself in her eyes. And it turned my fangs out before this girl, for smiling is well, is expressed only through my fangs jolting out.

Extending my right index finger out, eternally blood stained and sharper than any wit-minded tongue or blade, I brushed back a strain of hair that sought to act as drape blocking her view from this girl seeing further into my dead eyes. Raising my left arm, Archimedes landed as gently as any Sith spawn predator could, and he stared blissfully at this girl. Raven and I, nodded and I stood up to my full height. "Come," I began, "We should depart this macabre scene before those goody two-shoed Jedi and their collared authorities come sniffing around. I know a safe haven we can rest and dismember questions and answers between us. Oh, I'm Darth Moskvin.....but you will never call me that until you prove yourself worthy. For now, little one, you can call me Master."

Navigating myself, with Archie perched on my shoulder, and this young girl through the crowded streets of Coruscant, I concluded our trip the one place on this planet I find rather tolerable: the graveyard. "Please, pick a tombstone to sit on. No need to stand there when so many of the residents here are sleeping. Now, tell me young one....why is your heart filled with such dissension?"

 

[Molly]

Molly was utterly lost in those eyes. She would have found it hard to resist any command. If the woman asked her to try and climb a sheer wall, or to dance and backflip and perform for her, Molly knew she would have gladly done so. There was just something compelling in those cold, golden eyes. The bloodstained finger pushed back a lock of her dark hair and Molly shivered, feeling the tingle of darkness eminating from the woman. She stared and stared and stared until she could not anymore, when they both stood and Molly felt the gaze of the raven upon her too.

No matter how Molly felt, the woman was right about one thing: they needed to leave. The Jedi and security forces would have questions about what had happened here, questions that she felt she couldn't answer. Eviscerated thugs tend to leave something of a black mark on your record, Molly supposed. Besides, why would she want to leave? This woman saved her, despite the wrongness that sloughed off her mist. She was strong, powerful and in control, all qualities Molly admired. All qualities Molly envied.

"Yes, Master..." Molly said quietly as they departed, feeling a twist in her stomach as she gave the title. As if a pact had been sealed by just saying it.

In the graveyard, Molly savoured the quiet. The hustle and din of Coruscant was muffled, leaving little but contemplation and quiet. She did as her Master asked, finding somewhere to sit. She perched atop a fading slab of grey-black, feeling the coldness beneath her. Her legs dangled over the front as she looked over at the taller woman. Molly felt like all she did was spill her guts about her life, to incresingly dangerous and powerful people.

"I... I came from a lot of rules. I had to do whatever my family wanted, and I hated it. I had to look how they wanted, dress how they wanted, marry who they wanted. I ran away, stole a ship, did anything to try and stop it," Molly told her, tones soft and dull. "I came to Coruscant and finally... someone helped me. Said they could stop it... and they did. My family couldn't get me anymore... but in exchange, I had more rules. No emotions. Don't go out past this time. You must do this, that and this. Listen to this person you've never met. Obey without thinking.."

The frustrations of a wild spirit, constantly shackled and brought down to earth, pulsed inside Molly. "I couldn't do anything I wanted. I only had to be part of the greater good. I only had to be a weapon for Jedi Masters, or the Alliance, to hone and use." Inside her head, every little angry flash and seething though that Molly once had was playing at once, in a montage of emotion. How she wished, at times, her family would drop dead. How she wished she'd rammed a ship into their pleasure yachts. How she wished that she punched that smug Jedi's face at the customs stop. Every moment she wished she'd acted out lay bare.

"You're more powerful than any of them, Master," Molly said, the title feeling easier and easier to say. "Why did you help me?"

Tag: Darth Moskvin

 

[Darth Moskvin]

Richard Ramirez
-by SKYND-

Location: Coruscant
Objective: Steal Away A Lost Soul
Gear: Staff of the Damned / Talisman of the Witch / Magical Gems / Bow of Immolation / Hilt
Familiar: Archimedes
Tags: Molly​

No poet, no artist with a silver tongue, or any author of macabre stories could ever compel a design this young girl was emotionally feeling. Preying on the tragic mental state was my method of operations and murder my second. But this young and beautiful girl....she deserved a redemption of a life stitched across a fabrication of life she didn't choose. I listened as she spoke, my heart breaking into pieces: not out of compassion, but for revenge on the behalf of this young girl. She was lost, and I found her: and will shape her into the vengeful dagger back into the heart of those that wronged her, that against that forced her aside. She was a child born into laws and rules, a child forced to endure no child of mine should ever.

"Rule number one is this, and I have only two rules you should follow, but rather study from teacher to student, Apprentice. Nothing is below your achievements or desires. Your emotions, especially of those of the darked based variety should be embraced,, not feared or questioned; but in time it will grant you strengths and a true understanding of that tingle, which is the Force latching on to its child, where no Jedi could ever understand, and that, my beautiful one, is why the Jedi fail in their conquests to force feed their dogma. Thier rules were set in place to cull you, cause the Jedi fear to understand they are a lot bred into weakness, failing to grow with the ever changing of the galaxy...and spewing words over their actions create a truth that are nothing more than lies to the galaxy. Jedi.....are the worse at practicing what they preach., where the Sith are absolutely clear in their intentions. Under my teachings, I will not massage a hatred of the Jedi, in due time, you will see the facade of what they represent, Apprentice, under your own trained perception. But under my teachings, I promise to give you a purpose. And I will never give you a rule established to cull your growth."

"And my only other rule is such: self-preservation is what keeps a Sith alive, so if you feel it's a threat to your existence; kill it, because I can ensure you it's trying to kill you. But more on that later. I have a test for you. There's a kiosk owned by one Harfor Druit, a rather pompous man who is well, a staunch man into selling young girls off, such as yourself. If I had not stumbled upon you first; and yes, these men would have raped or killed or done both before my arrival where on orders for this man, owning a loyalty to this man and his acolytes.. This should anger you, and yes......kill him and bring me his tongue. Succeed, and I shall raise you into glory.... fail....do not return, for if you do, I'll will eat you where you stand. And I will never send you into the fray unarmed, take this dagger; get close and put it between his rib cage and feel his death for attempting to kill you give you a sense of angered redemption."



"And if you return....I shall answer your question why I saved us. And power is earned, not gifted. Never forget that"