Shall We Dance? [Darth Vornskr]

[Coci Heavenshield]

Lianna​

The Old Club Vortex Building​

The Famous Bantha Traxx ​

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[member="Darth Vornskr"]​

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As much as her home planet was fun and full of things to do, she needed more. Abaigeal's want for fun and adventure began to eat away at her, and she is growing up fast. A typical teenage girl is she and the intrigue of boys began to grow. The boys on her home planet dull to say the least and not one could match her with energy or interest. Quite frankly she is bored. Father and Mother would disapprove of course, along with most of the Silver Jedi, but what they don't know wont hurt them, right?

And so she planned her 'escape'. She had packed a bag with clothes and shoes and everything else a girl needs to go 'out on the town'. However, she needed transport this would be the hard part. Mother is a skilled pilot, Corellians mostly are, but Abaigeal to this point, did not have her mother's flare. So, she had sweet talked one of the Antarian Ranger pilots, a young man easily persuaded to join her in the get away. He too wished to escape the humdrum of life and seek some fun. Once they arrived he would go his way and she her's.

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"Oh my parents will kill me", she said to herself as she dressed for dinner. Although she had not simply disappeared, no she had told a friend of her plans, just in case something went wrong and she need help. But eventually her parents will find out, but she will worry about that later, time to have fun and suffer the consequences later.

The table was ready for her when she came down stairs to dine. A nice meal before she would head to the night club and dance the night away. The waiter directed her to her table, a tasteful booth by the wall .. a candle the only lighting in the immediate area and soft send you to sleep music play in the back ground. However, as pleasant as this all was, it was only to serve the purpose of food the main event to come later.. dancing. So she sat and browsed over the menu.

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[Darth Carnifex]

It had been quite some time since Kaine Zambrano visited the former Imperial world of Lianna, his last involving the near decimation of the Dorn family, and their subsequent enslavement. He had not been surprised to learn that there were still pockets of Dorns living on Lianna, survivors of his first culling that had sworn vengeance against him for what he had done. They had been clever too, and had managed to evade the man-hunters he had sent to root them out and destroy them, and with the unexpected death of one of his officers called now for him to sully his hands with their blood. He had integrated himself into Lianna society a few weeks prior to this day, and had learned their mannerisms and worn their clothing, utilizing a combination of his Sith Amulet and Illusions to rearrange his form as he silently hunted for the remaining Dorns.

Since then he had rooted out dozens of them at a time, and murdered them ruthlessly, before disposing of their bodies by incinerating them. Now there only a few left alive on all of Lianna, but these were the most cunning and paranoid of Dorns, and had hidden themselves well. However; Kaine was getting ever closer to rooting them out from whatever hole they had decided to crawl into, and eradicating them once and for all like the vermin they were. The last one had yielded no useful information though, and Kaine was now wandering the streets of Lianna City garbed in a suit of light armor covered by a thick cloak of black cloth. He wore a blaster on his right hip. which gave off the impression that he was a space-faring mercenary of sorts, or perhaps a form of bounty hunter. A container strapped across the back of his belt contained a simple lightsaber armed with a cyan mephite adegan crystal, which was only there to be used in the most perilous of situations.

He didn't use his traditional crimson sabers because he didn't want to be commonly identified with a Sith while on this mission, it was better to be grouped in as a rogue Jedi than a Sith in this area of space, although he had come across plenty of pro-imperialists who still favored the company of Sith.

Suddenly a rumble in his abdomen made Kaine realize that he had not eaten in quite some time, and that made him go off in searching for an establishment that sold something to cure this ailment. The Bantha Traxx attracted his attention, and with minimal effort on his part he seamlessly melded into the crowd of people that had just begun to flood in. Using only the bare minimal levels of Force persuasion allowed the Sith Lord to gain a table without having a previous reservation, and he quickly settled into his booth as he awaited his drink. Something was pulling at his senses, however; and he found himself unable to look away from the booth directly across from him, which was currently occupied by a woman who smelled faintly of darkness.

[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

[SIZE=12pt]A chilled bottle of water and a glass was placed before her, and Abaigeal placed her order. She took in a deep breath and looking around the restaurant. Finely established and full of patrons from all over the galaxy. The clinking of cutlery and glasses off set the murmur of conversations from the surrounding tables, that cut the floor between the wall and the lining booths. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]However, she began to feel.. uncomfortable, as if being watched. Her senses, alert to this fact and the presence of something or rather someone, … here. Abaigeal’s head turned right, but her eyes scanned the room and soon found the author of her discomfort. A man in the booth opposite, physical sight told her nothing, as the lighting of the place, shrouded him in shadow, and partly obscured by the peoples dinning. But a glimpse of him showed an appeared of a bounty hunters maybe or a pilot. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She too found the ability to look away impossible. Abaigeal reached out through the force, to find out more of the man. Only to hit a wall or a void. This in was odd as all living things in the galaxy have the presence of the force, even if they are not attuned to it. Which only meant one thing, he is hiding himself. And only very strong force users can do that. She shifted in her seat and turned her head directly to look at the man, her eyes never leaving his. [/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

His eyes met hers, and the intensity of his emerald eyes would almost be too much for most people to handle. It was almost as if they peered into the very soul, plucking at everything that made that individual who they were, but in reality that was just him trying to probe information from the minds of those too untrained in the defensive arts to realize it. However; this young child had quickly pinpointed him, and he could feel herself trying to probe him through the Force in an attempt to sense what exactly he was. She would have no luck, as she already realized, as the Sith Lord was wearing one of his most powerful defenses around his neck. A Sith Amulet constructed by the combined efforts of himself and the ever so lovely [member="Rave Merrill"], which allowed him to completely conceal his presence in the Force, and only the most dedicated investigation of his person would reveal the Sith beneath.

He placed both elbows on the table in front of him, clasped his hands together, and let his chin rest gently on his knuckles as he stared intently at the young woman. He was infatuated with her, she sensed so similar, yet so different than anything he'd sensed before. It was quite hard to put into coherent words what he sensed, but it was seeped in darkness, and it was almost too enticing for him to resist. His waiter brought him his drink, dark wine like always, and without taking his eyes off of her he brought the cup to his lips and drank deeply. As he did, the air in the establishment would quickly become unbearably stuffy and filled with unease. Many near the Sith Lord would quickly depart the location, completely overcome by the constant unease that had settled over them, and within minutes the occupants in the room would have dwindled down to only a hand-full.

Soon they would be alone...

[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

His movement forward did little to show his features, although she could see the emerald eyes more clearly now. The force told her he was probing just as she had done to him. However, she lacked the ability to shield her presence, but she could block her mind from intrusion. So she was right, a force user hiding his identity. The reasons why could be varied, Jedi do the same so there was no telling where his alignment lay.

Her waiter arrived and placed her first course, Torbull Tail Soup, before her, however he scurried away much too quickly. Then she felt it, a cloud of unrest descended on the room, conversations ceased and everyone seemed to have lost their appetite .. including her.

Abaigeal’s eyes left his only to watch the people get up and leave, and no sign of staff. She pushed her bowl of soup forward indicating she was done, although it remained untouched. Her attention returned the emerald eyes man, her line of sight momentarily broken by the last person leaving as they moved across the path. Well if he wants the room to himself .. he can have it.

Abaigeal moved from the booth and stood to adjust the shirt of her dress, she opened her small purse and placed credits on the table to pay for her fare. And so she began to move for the exit. On passing she shot a look toward the man, no express visible annoyance however, in her mind. “Have you ever heard of room service?”, she shot at him as she past.

Her brow etched with thought, the man now more clear to her. Something about him made her pause, just for a moment, but nothing came to her through the force. She shook her head as she continued toward the door.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

That triggered the impassive man into action. Suddenly the exit doors slammed shut and bolted, along with most of the exits in the vicinity as a telepathic hand closed and locked them. The Sith was standing now, the tips of his fingers gently running across the fine fabric of his table cloth, a series of meticulous steps bringing him somewhat closer towards Abaigeal. The constant uneasiness was still there, but it became even more potent the closer the man got to her, indicating that he was the epicenter of it all. Those emerald eyes blazed out from under his hood, orbs of desolation that contained an immense hunger for violence and ruin. They were like bottomless pits of malice, darkness given organic form, and they stared solely at the girl. He extended a hand out, all his fingers curling towards his palm save for his index finger, which pointed harshly at her.

"Ẁ̡͞h͏͡ơ̧̕͞͝ ̴̶̸͝a̢̡͢͢r̸͘͠ę̴́͢ ̷̕͟͞y̴̨o̢̡͟ú̸̸͠͝?̨̧̛͟"

He spoke without moving his mouth, and his words were like the echos of madness and devastation. Multiple voices joined in with the singular, booming baritone that comprised his true voice, and like nails upon a chalk board they grated violently against her mind. Outside people were slamming against the locked doors in an attempt to get back into the restaurant, most of them staff and security who had fled the building before regaining their senses just outside. However; the doors were protected by the Force, which barred all from entry. It would take a large amount of kinetic force to blow those doors inward, but until then it was just Abaigeal and the Sith.

[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

All around the room, the doors slammed shut. Abaigeal stopped abruptly and pinned her shoulders back. Her mind searching for ways of escape, as she realised this man is a dark presence, and probably Sith. She has the ability of open them, to a degree, but that would take time .. time she does not have now. She could hear the padding of his feet on the plush carpet getting nearer and the unease shrouded her on approach. Her breathing laboured with the sickening feeling. Abaigeal’s head turned to the side, her eyes followed but she did not turn around.

His words touch the edges of her mind, an underpinning of harshness and full of malice. Multiple voices combined to form a rasp abrasive to the mind and unpalatable to the soul. She would give no name, it would be a false identity anyway.

“I am a girl”, she began her head still not moved, her voice young and lyrical, “No one of significance”. Abaigeal’s body turned to face him, her arms falling to her side and she looked him in the eye.

The blood running through her veins turned to fire, body trembling and her soul faltered. Something had awoken within her, as if asleep for hundreds of years. A war now raged within her, she knew what it was, she knew her heritage and now that had come to bare. Sithspawn blood burned as if called upon.

The pounding on the doors behind her, broke the connection to his eyes as her head snapped sideways. “Who are you?”, she turned back to asked in a low voice almost a whisper. Abaigeal held no fear in her words, the teaching of the Silver Jedi firmly instilled and if it is her destiny to die today, then so be it.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Darkness seemed to swell within the being, as he contemplated his answer towards Abaigeal, rolling his shoulders slowly as he stood at his full height of two point ten meters. "I̢ h͜a҉̵v́̀͘e͘ ̢͘g̸ǫne̢ ̴͢b̨̢y̸ ͟ma͘͠͠n̛y̧͞ ҉͏̕ǹ͠a̴̵͘m̡e͟s ̧̕ǫ̷v͟͢e͡r͏͠ ̵͜t͝҉̨h̡e̶̕ ̧͘ye҉͞͏ą̕͞r̢͢s͏.̛" The lights began to flicker and shake, swaying slightly as if a wind was beginning to blow throughout the room, gaining power and intensity as the seconds ticked by painfully slow. "B̧ùt͝c̴h̀ȩr, ̵͟͝ty̷̨r̴̛a̡ņt̸,̸͘͏ mur̀͘͢d̴͞ér̴̛͘e͘͝͏r͜͝,̵ ̨͘̕bást̕͟a̕̕r̨͜͝d́,̴̵ ͜d҉͘͡è͟͞v̸̨il͢͜..̸҉҉.̛͡ ̧͜B̷͠u̷͢t̷̨ ҉̷I̸҉ ͠á̵̡m͘ ̧̢̧s̛͞o̵̡͠ ͏̨m̢͏u҉c͏͡͏h̵͢ mo̸̧r͜e̡̢ ̵̵t̀́h̷͏̢a̢͢͡n̸͞ ͢a͘̕n̶y̧̛ ͏dȩ̨͏vi͢l͢ e͘̕v̡e̴̢͢r̢̕ i͡m͟͏a̴̸̵gi͟͡ņe͠͏d̵,̴͢ ̡͡a͜n̶̴d̴ ̸̶̕f̵a̕r̡ ̛m̶͢o̢̕͡r̀͢͜é̷̷ h̀͜͞ȩ͠i͟͟͝n̷ǫ͞͠u͟s̀.͢ ̧̢F͝o̷̴r̷͠͏ ̛y̛͡͞ờ̕u ҉s̴͠ee̸, ͏̷m͏a͘n͜͞ý͡ ̵̢͞c͞là͝͡i̵m̛ t̵̢͟ḩ͟at͘ t̶͡h̕e̸͡i͢r͢ de̸v͘͠i̕͞͏ļ ̷̢́f͏̀e̢͢ļ͘͡l͏͜ ̀fr҉͜o̕͡m ͞ǵ͢͡r͝a̛͞c͘͢e͏,̶ b͞u̧t̢͘ ̛m̶҉ę͝.̡.. I̧ ͏̶w҉as̀͢ b̀o͠҉҉r̵͘n͝ ̶҉fr̴̀͜ǫ̶̕m͘͡ ̧d͏̶͞ą͘r̶̀͞kņ̛͜e̴̶s͏̴͟s̕҉,͢ ͡͞f͝ŕ͏ó̵̡m̛͡ ͏̨v̵iol̡͢e̡͠n̨̨ć͡e ͠a̡̢ǹ̀d̡͠ ͏h̡̛͟a̕͡t͠͏e̶͏.̧ ͜T͢͞h̵͞ȩ̷͜ ̶͢͏l̛͢i̴̴̕g̷ht̶͞ ̛͞i͜s̸͘͞ f̶͘o̕r̛̕͢èí̶g̕͞ń͢͠ ţ͠o̸̵ ̵m̡e͘.̵" The wind rose to a terrible crescendo, some of the light fixtures wrenching free from their placements and crashing down into tables and chairs.

"I͞ a̸m͘ ̵t͠h͜e̛ ̢͠R̷͢o̵ok͜, a͘n͠d ͢͡f̀r̷om̡̛ m҉y͏̨͝ ̕r̴͟͟o̶͞os͏̀͡t͝ ̛i̷n̛ ̸̢ţ̶h̷͝ȩ ͟͟͡d̸e̸͠a̧͘d͝ ҉̛t͝r̀҉̶e̸̕͟e͏̛s͏ n̵̵͜oth͏i̸̡ņ̷͟g͢͝ ̵̧br͡e̕a̕t̛́͡h́e͏̡s̢ ̵̸b͜e̵̴͜n̴͝e̛͏҉at̕h̵ ̶m̧y ̸̴́śha̧d͡o̵͟w̵͟.̕͢"

His arms rose high into the air, and with a deep intake of breath his feet rose from the ground, and he levitated a good meter or two off of the ground. He extended his right hand down towards the sithspawn, each individual finger now fully extended as if he intended to claw into her flesh. However; instead of the invisible hand of the Force rushing to squeeze the life from her, bright blue tendrils of electricity arced from each individual fingertip to create a singular stream of hate aimed directly at her. "And̵́͜ ̵̨Í ͏s̀́ha͜͢l͏̀l̨̀́ ҉͜͜gŗ́as͝p̵҉ ̡y̢͞o̵͘u҉̕ ͢wi̷t̢͠h̛̕͟in͢ ͜͟͝m̕y̕ ̕̕t̴̢ąl̴o͞͝n͠͞s, ̀͜a̛nd̀͠ ͞͞dra̷g̶ ҉̕̕y͘o̷͘ú ̢͞s̡ć͞r̶͘͘e̢͢am̧͟i͜n̵͘ģ́ ̡t́o̷̡̕ ̴̕m͜y̡ ̶͝r͠͠ơ̕o҉st̶̶̀ ̵̡̕ẃ́h҉e̕re̴ ý̶o҉u ̸͢w͏i͠l̡l͝ ̡̛r̨̧es҉i҉́d̢̧e ̶͠f̸͘or̨̀ ́t́́͏im̶̧̡e̷̡͢ ͏̡e͘t̨é̕r̶n̢͢ąļ̸͡!̸͜͝"

[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

[SIZE=12pt]She did not respond to his words, instead prepared her body for action. The only weapon she had on her was her training saber which was tucked under the skirt of her dress, but her saber useless in this situation. The fight inside her still raged, her blood burning with the summon but there is more to this girl then that. She knows the light side of the force and to that she would remain. She drew on it power to the best of her ability and calmed her blood, centered her mind and focus. Abaigeal knows she is in trouble, there would be no escape for her but she will not give up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Abaigeal had entered the Jedi Academy on Tython at the age of three to begin her training, coupled with what her mother and father had began with her, she had some skills. She would need them all now, but still she faced someone much more powerful and this was only going to stall the inevitable. A fighter she is and a fighter she will be.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The light side of the force strengthen her body, the very fabric of her arms and legs rippled with energy and she waited. Patience a Jedi’s virtue. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She watched as he rose in the air, her eyes never leaving him looking for his movement, his intention of action. His final words ended, his arm raised and so did her’s. She had to time it just right and as the arc of electricity spat toward her, she pinned back her right shoulder pulled her arm back and released her force push as if throwing a punch. A concentrated vortex of the force aimed directly for the centre of his chest, in a hope to knock the Rook off his perch.[/SIZE]

Abaigeal, about to move right was hit by the full force of the electricity, her body screamed with pain as she fell to the floor. But it did not issue from her mouth, she would not allow it, she would deny him the sound of it.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The darkness gave the girl strength in this particular situation, but she did not hold the same power that the Rook did, as he had been wielding it for a majority of his life. It was a worthy effort, however; as he did not expect it coming from someone like her, but that only validated his actions. She was special, the darkness was an innate presence within herself, and that made the Sith Lord curious to no end. Normally he wouldn't be concerned with someone that could manifest the darkness, but that wasn't the same as what he was feeling from her now. People like himself had only known the darkness, but they had been introduced to it and had to accept it into themselves and master it. This girl was different because she had been introduced to the darkness before birth, she was born with it, and it thrummed through her veins.

He had to have her for his own.

He floated down to her, his feet coming to land upon the plush carpet mere inches away from her body. He looked at her, his eyes unbearable bright as all the remaining lights in the room began to explode one by one, sparks coming down to sprinkle the table and floor with small flames. Of course, the system dedicated to extinguish fires such as this would come out, but would quickly stop working as the Sith Lord exerted his will upon them. The openings would be crushed shut by the Force, and the fires would begin to grow and grow without opposition. The Sith Lord would now exert his will on her body, attempting to surround it with an invisible fist, and take her out the back.

"À̛͈̞̩͔͍͎͔͚͍̫͕̦̥̜̱̙͘͠n҉̴̙̙̲̫͖͈̯̥̲̳̜͘d̴̳͇͈͕͜͢͢͟ ̨̢͇̺̪͉͇n̵̢̠̳̺̫̲͚͇̺͓̲͈̝͍͔̟͘͢͟ͅò̶̧͔̺̞̬̪͉͇̺̱͔̯͇͎̳̝̣͍̼̠́w̸̛̛̳̩̞̦͇̺͡ͅ ̸̢̛͕̥̫͎͍̳̩͈̗͎̼̼̥̗̮̮̩̪̟̕y̵͕͕͎͉̺̦̹͓̱͎̝̩͚͈͈ó̢̩̖̖̲̼͙̬̻̣̗̜̠̠̻̀͠ú̮̩̟͚̗̱͍̻̳̗͕̼̰̱̮͖͡ ̧̠͕̺̣̰̭̭̘͈̬͉̫̭̙͟ͅa҉̪̥̼͔̤͖͓̻̕͟͞r̛͕̹̫̬̦͚͢͢͝͡e̸̤͔̟̦̝̠̝͈͉͘ ̶̕͜͞͏̖̰͓͕̦͎̙͈͖̘̠̗͓͈͇m̴͉͕̥̮̩̤̥̕i̸͙̖̖̙̗̦̞n̶̹̥̜͈̼̖͎̯̳̟̠̰͕͜͡e̗̟̪͇͇͟.҉̷̠͇̲̻̣̦͖̺͔̯͓͙̫̖͉̬̀"​

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[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

As the girl remained on the floor, she did not turn to look up into his face. Her body aching with pain, her chest trying to regain air and her mind working to push away the hate she now felt for him. Her arm reached out along the plush carpet, her hand tried to take a fist full to pull herself away, but to no avail. Abaigeal tried to push off the floor, instead she felt the grip of the force take her body and lift her up.

In a futile attempt she struggled only to have the grip tighten around her, almost unbearably tight and the more she struggled the more the pressure was applied. Smoke filled the room and burnt at her eyes, debris scattered around the room and there would be no help coming from the people outside the door.

She was now his captive.
“I will never be yours!”, she spat the words at the man. Her blood wanting his death set at odds with her teachings and the blood of her mother.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

With a subtle gesture, the entire section of the back wall in the kitchen exploded outwards into the labyrinth of alleys that wormed behind the individual shops and establishments, showering the ground with bits of permacrete and kitchen appliances. He heard her words, could literally feel the venom harshly lashing out at his ears with hatred, and it amused him greatly. As they moved into the alleyways, he cut the hooplah with his altered voice, and spoke to her in his normal voice (Which was still pretty intimidating by the way). "You're not the first to tell me that, and you will not be the last little lamb. If you continue to protest, you will not be the only one whose tongue I had to rip out either." That was all he said, and he left the ghastly promise of tongue mutilation for the child to mull over and deem if the tongue was worth a few more spiteful words.

For an eternity they traveled through the web-work of alleys that filled the spaces between buildings, before finally reaching a hatch that led to the maintenance levels of the nearby spaceport, which had previously been hidden by a large section of durasteel wall, but that now laid in several individual pieces all across the alleyway. With the care of a brute, Kaine tossed the Force-bound child into the hatch opening, where she would meet the hard surface a few meters down below, followed quickly by the sound of the Sith Lord's boots slamming down next to her. He picked her up again, throwing her over his shoulder as he worked his way through the highly twisting corridors that made up the bowels of the spaceport, before reaching another hatch that had been cut open with a lightsaber. Kaine pushed open the hatch, and hauled Abaigeal up through the entrance to sit her down right at the foot of a Alndys-Class Exploration Craft presumably owned by the Sith Lord that had taken her.

Kaine shut the hatch behind him, and opened the boarding ramp of the massive ship, and dragged the hapless child on board. Inside was an entire platoon of Blackblade Guardsman, who quickly descended on the child to outfit her with a Force Containment Collar, a device left over from the Old Empire, and shackled her arm and legs together before leading her off to the brig where she would remain for the duration of the trip from Lianna to Panatha. Kaine, in the meantime, fled to his personal sanctum, where he meditated on the implications of his newest catch, and made contact with his wife on Panatha to inform her of his prisoner...

To be continued...


[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]