On The Edge of Darkness

[Evelynn]

As her sister went to work with her own chosen tools Evelynn's face lit up with pure unbridled mirth. It was a joy to watch Nemene at play sometimes. After all the woman was a master of anatomy, and not just humans, hundreds of species and their inner-workings all at her mercy. Of course this meant that the Queen of Rattatak could inflict the maximum amount of pain upon another with the minimum amount of damage.

She was the perfect torturer, and that fact alone excited Eve in ways she once upon a time could not have fathomed.

He was in agony, the scent of it filled the room and she inhaled it, breathing it deeply and savouring its scent. This was bliss. Well, almost. For the most part Evelynn had been playing the spectator, not truly involving herself, this was about to change however.

Very naughty boy.

The maggots through the Jedi's influence began to bury into the already wounded palm of her hand. She could have stopped it. This boy wasn't the only force user in the room that specialised in beasts. Oh no. Evelynn had received harsh training from the most skilled Beast Master in the galaxy, the Beastia had thrown her from a cliff to delve into a brutal world of skreevs and drexls and those were just the training days.

As the maggots feasted their way through flesh and muscle Evelynn's eyes shuddered into the back of her head and her breathing slowed to an almost orgasmic pace. Pain is pleasure. It hadn't always been that way for her, but now her world revolved around torment. Her other hand snaked up towards the concave of her chest, grasping, clawing, feeling the wicked heartbeat within.

The infested hand she held up to the harsh lights of the room, as if it was a hand possessed by the gods themselves.

@[member="Vulpesen"], @[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpsesn watched @[member="Evelynn"]'s sadistic pleasure and growled again, using his pain to fuel the force as he flicked his hand to hurl three of the creatures towards @Nemense Talith. Ok, so he was captured tortured and in a hell load of pain. The force was still his ally and Vulpesen never gave up, even when death itself came knocking at his door. FEAST! The force command was so strong that it was likely that even the sith might have sensed its meaning as the jedi channeled the force into an internal scream. Had they picked an orthodox jedi, the pain may have ceased many abilities, but despite common belief, Vulpesen did not believe in absolute devotion to the light. It was the hidden side that came out in battle, that other half that kept him alive despite the selflessness of his moral codes. Pain made adrenaline adrenaline was a tool, and thus pain was a catalyst for power which could come in handy in times such as this. He might hate them, but he had to admit that the sith's twisted teachings did stem from certain truths. As the maggots went to their work, Vulpesen's head snapped towards @[member="Nemene Talith"], fixing her with that cold glare. "You will release me."

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene blinked slightly as the maggots flew at her, had she not been watching the Jedi closely at the time she would not have noticed his use of the force. But before the tiny creatures could reach her she snapped her fingers. The maggots exploded in bright red flashes as combustion worked its way through their bodies. The Sith Queen fixed Evelynn with a cold stare, her eyes speaking volumes untold. Her sister had to learn to control herself, and her creatures.

Apparently this Jedi already touched upon the darkside, something Nemene had noticed with the spike of pain and rage he had felt, and obvious thing in this environment.

“A Jedi who uses pain. A Jedi who uses rage and emotion.” She turned around and looked at him, completely ignoring his demand. Cold dead eyes met his own, the slightest hint of a smile on her face. “Is no Jedi at all.”

“Through pain, One Gains Passion, through passion, one gains strength, through strength one gains power, through power, one gains victory, through victory...” Suddenly her finger tip began to glow, the nail of her index took on a dark sort of glow, as if fire without heat burned from it, the force gathered in her finger tip like power incarnate. Force Destruction, a technique taught to her by her Master, one she was barely able to use even at this scale was wielded at her finger tip and slowly she pressed her nail into the mans side.

Slowly she began to cut downwards, stripping away flesh, muscle, and blood vessels in an instance. She eradicated molecule after molecule, literally ripping the Jedi's side into nothingness, causing nerves to simply...die and adding to the pain he already felt.

Her next words were but a whisper, ones that only he could hear. “...Your chains become broken.”

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen twitched as the live's vanished, leaving him a bit empty for a moment. Still, he had other problems to worry about than a few severed bonds of minimal size. As her finger started to glow, Vulpesen fixed his eyes on it, watching carefully as she spoke. "I've heard this speech. I've heard it so often, i know it almost as well as I know that code almost as well as the jedi. And yet, you may be right about a few things." As the cut moved down his side, his eye twitched again but held his gaze, keeping the sith locked on his attention. "But, there is something that makes me different. I hurt so others do not have to. My passions are for those who need freedom and life." His voice was growing fairly ragged as a result of the agony, but his spirit was still strong as he leaned his head in near that of @[member="Nemene Talith"]. "I walk the shadows to herald the light. I can never cause the pain that you sith leave in your wake. That is why you will fail." Agony or no, the words had done something to bolster Vulpesen's will making him give a small smile as he did his best to endure the pain, grunting but refusing to scream. He had been raised for this choice, and he had chosen long ago. He had chosen to walk the path of the jedi, even if it meant running into things like this. He never claimed to be the best. But, he did claim to be loyal.

@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Soeht]

A hooded figure approached the threshold of the building that @[member="Nemene Talith"] and @[member="Evelynn"] kept @[member="Vulpesen"]. Daella Apparine entered the building - its hallways dim with little light.

Two tall, bulky Weequay guards approached her as she entered the foyer. Each held a pike-axe. They stopped before Daella and crossed their pikes in front of her.

Without a greeting or warning, Daella extended her right hand from beneath her green cloak. She bent her fingers as if grasping something. She moved her gesture toward the Weequay to her right. It began to choke. She motioned to the left - and that guard began to suffocate as well. They held their throats and gasped for air. They fell unconscious to the floor shortly after.

Not bothering with the knocked out guards anymore, Daella continued to move deeper into the building.

 

[Evelynn]

Outrage filled the eyes of Evelynn.

She was not one for the mistreatment of creatures, no matter how great or small. So as soon as the Jedi flung the maggots her wrath was summoned. Of course naturally some of her rage should have been directed towards her sister, but there was a solid wall of fear there that funnelled the venom straight back at the boy.

She shrunk back however, upon receiving the look from Nemene. There was no doubt that there would be words said later.

As the two had their exchange, Evelynn scurried back to the cart, calling to the maggots that were still having their feast inside of her wounded hand. She felt them move inside of her, squirming through sinewy muscle and succulent flesh. The torture was delicious, but ultimately fleeting. They appeared from the gash, slightly swollen from their feast. A prickle in the air, and Evelynn's head perked up.

They weren't alone.

Planting delicate kisses onto both the muscle maggots she delicately popped them back into the jar, being sure to close the lid, in case of more Jedi outbursts.

Evelynn swept over to the Jedi, interrupting whatever drivel that was spouting out of his mouth with a firm finger pressed against his lips. She turned her head to Nemene. Don't mean to be rude, sir but we need to delay for a spot of private telepathy.

We need to leave. Someone's coming.

@[member="Nemene Talith"], @[member="Vulpesen"], @[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's eyes narrowed as a finger was pressed to his lips. ​How rude. Sith are bad, but interrupting someone their already torturing? As much as he would like to say the words, he simply emitted a single huff, afraid of what would happen if he pushed this barvvy sith girl any farther. As he waited for them to finish, he reached out to the force, feeling a small light in the back of his head. It was mournful and sad, yet so full of anger as it seemed to sense Vulpesen's pain. Hello Ace. Good to have you back. Outwardly he grinned and quickly used the force to stretch outwards, feeling the presence of @[member="Daella Apparine"]. Now he understood their worry. And now he had an even bigger grin as he locked eyes on the sith. The pain was sever, but he would recover. For them, he wasn't so certain. "Well aren't you in trouble? You picked on the pup and now the guardian comes to help him. I've always wondered what my master would do if faced against to sith such as yourselves who managed to wrong her old apprentice in such a fashion." He would have laughed if he wasn't worried that such and action would spill his insides. As it was, he simply tried to keep his grin as he bore the intense pain in his side.

@Evelynn @Darth Ilyena @[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“And what a annoying little pup you are.” Nemene said with a quick smile at him. Of course inside of her annoyance flared, not fear, but annoyance. She had not counted on another Jedi coming and rescuing this one, mostly because she had assumed they would be unable to find them. The Sith Lady let out a slight sigh and looked to her sister. With a slight twirl Nemene moved around Vulpesen, plucking the needles from his back and returning them to the ornate wooden box.

She smiled slightly as she slipped it back into her robes, moving past the torture victim and motioning Evelynn out the door. She shot the briefest glance to the camera in the corner of the room, winking at it slightly.

Then she began to walk out the door behind Evelynn. Suddenly however she stopped as if remembering something important. Slowly she turned, walking back towards Vulpesen and grasping a knife on the table next to her. It was a tiny black scalpel, sharp as could be. She smiled at the man, and then spoke. “You'll be prettier when you stop speaking.”

With one flick of her wrist Nemene slashed a cut across the boys throat. It was shallow enough that it would take him a few minutes to bleed out, the Jedi that was coming could still save him, but attention would be diverted away from the fleeing Sith.

Quickly Nemene and Evelynn hustled out the door, not running, but walking rather quickly in smooth gaits.

@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen found victory in @[member="Darth Ilyena"]'s annoyance. "At least I'm interesting." As she pulled out the needles, the jedi gave an audible sigh of relief. "Thank you very much." Within moments he was starting to heal himself with the force, slowly closing the wounds. He thought he was just in the clear when the sith lady turned back with a knife. "I thought we were done with th-" His words were cut short as his throat was cut open and the jedi was instantly caught with a rush of panic which ran through the force. Of course they didn't need him anymore and thus why should he live? Internally he growled at such a lax in his defenses as his eyes started dashing around the room while his mind screamed out to his bond-mate. Ace, hurry up and get over here! NOW! He wasn't ready to die. Not yet and thus he was focusing on healing himself as much as possible. The work was slow to the point of uselessness due to the shattered focus and currently his best hope was to find something that might allow him to survive for the next few minutes. Before he passed out.

Somewhere out there, Ace was running past @[member="Daella Apparine"], yapping wildly in a voice of obvious concern and worry. Vulpesen was in trouble and there was no good in rescuing a dead body. Daella might be able to sense danger, but only Ace would be able to tell exactly how pressing it was. The Ashlan wolf's voice was not about to let the jedi go very lax at all, even if it ruined her dramatic entrance.

 

[Soeht]

A creature ran past Daella inside the facility. Her eyes glanced at it as it ran by. Her pace quickened a bit. @[member="Darth Ilyena"] and @[member="Evelynn"] had ample opportunity to leave the room that they held @[member="Vulpesen"] in before Daella could reach it.

Within a minute, Daella made it to the room that Vulpesen had been held in. She crossed the threshold into the torture chamber - it being apparently immaculate in appearance.

Looking over to Vulpesen, Daella’s blue eyes glanced at the cut in his throat.

“Vulpesen?” questioned Daella as she pulled back her green hood - revealing her face.

 

[Vulpesen]

Good job my boy. He didn't know if it was Ace who had warned the master, but he was at least happy for their return. He would have loved to say hello to said master with a sarcastic or funny quip but at the moment, his eyes were closed as he used the force to slow the bleeding and heal his neck. Stop the flow. Another telepathic message and the dog was on the ground, ripping a strip from the already cut tunic. The fabric was then brought to Vulpesen's neck as Ace tried to staunch the bleeding. Still, it would be a good idea to let his master know he was alive and thus he reached out, brushing against him with what force he could muster. @[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Soeht]

For several precious seconds, Daella observed @[member="Vulpesen"] and examined his condition from a distance. She kept a blank face as the cogs in her mind turned. Her eyes glanced at Vulpesen’s pet several times as it brought something out to stop the bleeding. For a sliced throat, immediate emergency treatment would have been the only thing that could save Vulpesen - treatment requiring that of a Jedi healer or experienced emergency trauma professionals.

Reputedly, Daella was neither - and the wound was too close to sensitive parts of the body for a lightsaber blade to safely cauterize the wound.

Approaching Vulpesen, Daella placed her right hand upon the bleeding wound.

“I’m not a healer,” she began with a calm voice, “Don’t fault me for a poor job.”

Upon saying that, Daella concentrated upon the wound. The Force flowed through her at her beckoning with an atypical ease. The flesh and tissue of Vulpesen’s throat forcefully reconnected itself. Any pain Vulpesen might still be feeling would either not subside or possibly worsen with some of his nerves being restored. Jagged scars would form and be permanent if Vulpesen did not do something about them after his recovery. Blood lost was not recovered in this process - leaving Vulpesen likely to suffer from anemia in the short term. Overall, the bleeding would have stopped and blood continued to flow through his neck - thus mitigating the fatal nature of Nemene’s attack.

After Daella was finished, she removed her palm from Vulpesen’s neck. She gazed upon her hand for a moment before slipping it back underneath her green cloak.

“Stand,” commanded Daella, “We need to leave. You still need medical attention.”

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen eye's widened as his neck was filled with pain. Knowing that any action could possibly tear the wound back open, Vulpese did his best to avoid screaming. Although he managed to succeed with his own mouth, the pain became evident when it seeped through his bond, taking control of Ace who screamed for him, emitting a sharp woeful howl. After the wolf was finished with his howling, Ace leaped down and moved to Vulpesen's bonds, slicing through them with teeth and claws. He was unsteady at first, but after a few steps, Vulpesen managed to stand on his own, albeit a bit wobbly. Looking at ace, he gave a small command as he walked to his master's side. Retrieve the blade. In response, the wolf dashed through the halls on his own mission. Returning his gaze to @[member="Daella Apparine"], he gave her a look that obviously said, "Let's get out of this hell hole.