Darth Strelok
Arriving at: Haruun Kal
With: Siva, [member="Matsu Ike"]
Armed with: Staff (thread takes place before modifications and before even meeting Sawa)
Nine-millimeter smg
Wearing: Maple's custom armor
"We're set to drop soon, Uri..." Siva the Twi'lek announced as she walked into the room Maple had been preparing in aboard Matsu's ship. Maple was geared up, her staff in two and slung over her back. Skip. The empire controlled the whole galaxy and she had spent her life well into her nineties as nothing but a slave. Skip. Zombie Anakin Skywalker was kicking down her front door to eat her. Skip. Butterflies! Skip. Back to normal. Back to the things Maple could never be truly certain was happening. Even Matsu, wonderful though she was, Maple could not be certain she was any more real than anything else she experienced.
There were long periods where she was fairly grounded, and long periods where she didn't trust anything. This was a long stretch of relative lucidity for her. She needed it to last a little longer. When she had first met Matsu she had been coming out of a long stretch of 'question' everything.
The cold chill came up her spine as Siva spoke to her. The doctors had told her these lucid periods would eventually get shorter. And shorter. And shorter...
Eventually, Uri would become lost in her insanity, and permanent institutionalization would be unavoidable.
She was fethed in every way it is mortally possible to be fethed.
Siva being here, despite being a welcome presence among current company, was one more painful reminder that they'd never be able to be happy. The illness would tear her from everyone and everything she loved eventually, until they only lived on as fragments in whatever delusion she'd be stuck in. Or a dying dream.
The sudden panic at her inevitable fate made her do something stupid. She turned around from her workbench, having been assembling a bargain bin smg with basic silencer from the supplies aboard Matsu's wonderous ship, walked over, and pulled the green skinned woman into her arms. Siva fell into their old pattern easily, kissing her without hesitation, Maple smelled apples from Siva's skin. She always liked Siva's scent.
That kiss...she remembered their first one. Soft...Siva had shamelessly flirted with her a thousand different ways, and Uri had been flustered as to how she felt until one day, after ejecting that Sith Lord she'd trapped in his own escape pod into the local star, Siva had flirted with her one time too many and Uri had abandoned all restraint with the Twi'lek. They had desecrated that
Sith ship with what they had done once that restraint was gone between them.
The future had looked so bright back then...she'd leave The Marksmen, elope with Siva, spend the rest of their days on the spacelanes catching bounties together, and die old and frail on some planet that was sunny and way from the madness of the galaxy and its endless warfare. Its endless chaos.
But the diagnosis had dashed those hopes. Now Maple was stuck with the painful fact she had to tell this wonderful woman who had re-awakened her soul--her first love--that madness would wreck everything and tear them apart in the end.
Maple had not been certain what she had really hoped to achieve, hiding away in that cabin on Alderaan. She would only have gone crazy in silence. Maybe that was the point.
Maybe that was her penance. The Force balancing everything out by punishing a killer. Fitting, if that was the intent: Engage in something with an inherently insane premise expecting a result other than what you keep seeing and then actually go crazy as a result. From Uri's selfish, heartbroken perspective, unable to be with Siva without eventually breaking her heart was totally unfair.
If one took into account everyone she had slain (Even if many of them had been bastards, and had done far worse than she)...then it was entirely fair...maybe even deserved.
The Marksmen chose their targets, and their missions. By and large, they answered almost exclusively to themselves. Perhaps that had been the problem all along. Maple had thought she was defending democracy and the innocent...but at some point, some point she was not certain exactly when she had crossed it...it had degenerated into murder. Simple murder. Barely better than a Sith Assassin...maybe not even barely. Maybe just the same.
Maple pulled away from the kiss, and her doubts, about herself and reality.
"Uri..." Siva said gently, tilting Maple's head up to her, her apple green eyes and skin only magnifying her natural beauty.
"Talk to me. Please. Whatever's bothering you...let me help...I'm there for you."
"Its enough that you're here, Siva...and what's bugging me right now...you can't help with that..." Maple said, feeling horrible for kissing her and leading the poor woman on. But she needed Siva. She needed familiar. Everything was being torn away from her. Would be torn away eventually.
Maple's wet green eyes stared straight in Siva's.
"I missed you..." Maple said quietly. "But we have asses to kick..."
Siva nodded. The battle always came first with Uri. She saw a bit of the cold warrior still locked away in the human woman's eyes, that methodical killer that would never really leave either of them. That would always be in the background.
Waiting...
Later on...
Maple walked out to the main hold, fully armed.
"Matsu? You ready? These Kanzer feths ain't gonna kill themselves...
With: Siva, [member="Matsu Ike"]
Armed with: Staff (thread takes place before modifications and before even meeting Sawa)
Nine-millimeter smg
Wearing: Maple's custom armor
"We're set to drop soon, Uri..." Siva the Twi'lek announced as she walked into the room Maple had been preparing in aboard Matsu's ship. Maple was geared up, her staff in two and slung over her back. Skip. The empire controlled the whole galaxy and she had spent her life well into her nineties as nothing but a slave. Skip. Zombie Anakin Skywalker was kicking down her front door to eat her. Skip. Butterflies! Skip. Back to normal. Back to the things Maple could never be truly certain was happening. Even Matsu, wonderful though she was, Maple could not be certain she was any more real than anything else she experienced.
There were long periods where she was fairly grounded, and long periods where she didn't trust anything. This was a long stretch of relative lucidity for her. She needed it to last a little longer. When she had first met Matsu she had been coming out of a long stretch of 'question' everything.
The cold chill came up her spine as Siva spoke to her. The doctors had told her these lucid periods would eventually get shorter. And shorter. And shorter...
Eventually, Uri would become lost in her insanity, and permanent institutionalization would be unavoidable.
She was fethed in every way it is mortally possible to be fethed.
Siva being here, despite being a welcome presence among current company, was one more painful reminder that they'd never be able to be happy. The illness would tear her from everyone and everything she loved eventually, until they only lived on as fragments in whatever delusion she'd be stuck in. Or a dying dream.
The sudden panic at her inevitable fate made her do something stupid. She turned around from her workbench, having been assembling a bargain bin smg with basic silencer from the supplies aboard Matsu's wonderous ship, walked over, and pulled the green skinned woman into her arms. Siva fell into their old pattern easily, kissing her without hesitation, Maple smelled apples from Siva's skin. She always liked Siva's scent.
That kiss...she remembered their first one. Soft...Siva had shamelessly flirted with her a thousand different ways, and Uri had been flustered as to how she felt until one day, after ejecting that Sith Lord she'd trapped in his own escape pod into the local star, Siva had flirted with her one time too many and Uri had abandoned all restraint with the Twi'lek. They had desecrated that
Sith ship with what they had done once that restraint was gone between them.
The future had looked so bright back then...she'd leave The Marksmen, elope with Siva, spend the rest of their days on the spacelanes catching bounties together, and die old and frail on some planet that was sunny and way from the madness of the galaxy and its endless warfare. Its endless chaos.
But the diagnosis had dashed those hopes. Now Maple was stuck with the painful fact she had to tell this wonderful woman who had re-awakened her soul--her first love--that madness would wreck everything and tear them apart in the end.
Maple had not been certain what she had really hoped to achieve, hiding away in that cabin on Alderaan. She would only have gone crazy in silence. Maybe that was the point.
Maybe that was her penance. The Force balancing everything out by punishing a killer. Fitting, if that was the intent: Engage in something with an inherently insane premise expecting a result other than what you keep seeing and then actually go crazy as a result. From Uri's selfish, heartbroken perspective, unable to be with Siva without eventually breaking her heart was totally unfair.
If one took into account everyone she had slain (Even if many of them had been bastards, and had done far worse than she)...then it was entirely fair...maybe even deserved.
The Marksmen chose their targets, and their missions. By and large, they answered almost exclusively to themselves. Perhaps that had been the problem all along. Maple had thought she was defending democracy and the innocent...but at some point, some point she was not certain exactly when she had crossed it...it had degenerated into murder. Simple murder. Barely better than a Sith Assassin...maybe not even barely. Maybe just the same.
Maple pulled away from the kiss, and her doubts, about herself and reality.
"Uri..." Siva said gently, tilting Maple's head up to her, her apple green eyes and skin only magnifying her natural beauty.
"Talk to me. Please. Whatever's bothering you...let me help...I'm there for you."
"Its enough that you're here, Siva...and what's bugging me right now...you can't help with that..." Maple said, feeling horrible for kissing her and leading the poor woman on. But she needed Siva. She needed familiar. Everything was being torn away from her. Would be torn away eventually.
Maple's wet green eyes stared straight in Siva's.
"I missed you..." Maple said quietly. "But we have asses to kick..."
Siva nodded. The battle always came first with Uri. She saw a bit of the cold warrior still locked away in the human woman's eyes, that methodical killer that would never really leave either of them. That would always be in the background.
Waiting...
Later on...
Maple walked out to the main hold, fully armed.
"Matsu? You ready? These Kanzer feths ain't gonna kill themselves...