The Caged Beauty (Shery)

[Strider Garon]

Location Myrkr

Field Mashal Garon had paid very few visits to his special guest with in this force dead prison. The galaxy was full of evil but with in this prison was one such evil that was meant to stay buried. but, for some reason Strider was standing outside her cell, with an unorthodox proposal in mind. Maybe there were greater monsters then Shery deWinter and this mando had a sick thought of trying to harness the beast he has as a possible weapon.

The heavy reinforced door would slide open and then the ray shield would degrade to allow the old man full access to the cell and its occupant. She had been a prisoner for centuries to Clan Garon and the Mandalorians. Strider actually bared almost identical resemblance to the man that had captured her and was named after him in honor of such.

Some would argue that the Clan should of executed her but the Strider of that time made it very clear that she was to be kept alive. Some hinted that he made that request out of twisted love and some would say that he was cruel and wanted the woman to be imprisoned forever. Nobody would know the dead man's reasoning but his identical descendant now had to bare the cross of dealing with her. His eyes had fallen upon her few times and every time he was amazed with her beauty, even in the conditions she had been held in she was able to keep her 'figure'.

"deWinter!" He would break the silence "How do you fare today?". What a cruel question to ask a woman that had been kept like caged rat for what most would say as many lifetimes.

 

[Shery deWinter]

No words gave answer to the question, but the sound of a jaw closing, the hollow noise of teeth clanking against teeth thrice with speed. There were no words she had to offer the man now. And not...

No, he was not of the past. Sometimes she remembered it. Sometimes she did not. Time worked funny that way - it had been at least a century since it stopped being linear.

In the darkness of her cell, her eyes still glowed. A light that no amount of years could diminish. Yet now that she had given him the ceremonial air-bites, some odd and distances memories floated to the surface of her mind.

Like a panther her body slithered forward, her dirty feed bare against a floor that had never had the chance to enjoy sunlight. One step, two steps...

The air inside her little dark cell was thick enough to cut with a butter knife. Questions almost formed themselves, dissolving before a single syllable was uttered.

She was at the bars of her cage now, bony and crooked fingers wrapping around them, her forehead leaning forward, and she stared at the man for what could have been an eternity had it not been a second or two at most before she spit came out; a lovely and thick gobble of goo, aiming itself directly at where the man's heart would be hiding beneath that stupid armor.


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[Strider Garon]

The tales of his ancestors told that this woman, this creature, this demon was a power that could consume the galaxy in a inferno of chaos. This Strider was not the one that had caged her but he knew he bore resemblance to the man that had and this caged beast would have a hard time disconcerting the difference. She had spat at him, probably she was pretending that her saliva was acidic and could tear through his beskar and into his heart. She had deadly aim enough to have it true but unfortanatly it was just in her imagination.

"Come now deWinter! Play nice today" The old man tried to ease her with his calm. "I have only one question for you. Do you believe the galaxy belongs to you?"

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[Shery deWinter]

He spoke to her as though she was an animal, a beast. For a moment she froze behind her cold bars, a look of complete and utter blankness upon her face, as though she were a system undergoing reboot. And then the spark ignited in her eyes once more and she laughed, throwing her body so that her back was now to the bars she leaned on, her hands coming over her head.

On she laughed, a low and rolling laughter that came from the very depths of her body, and slowly she sank down on her knees while her back remained pressed against the bars. Even underneath all this filth and her neglected care, the motion remained as fluid as water, the elegance of a woman who could dance on clouds apparent with every breath.

It could have been a forever before she at last stopped, breathing heavily in the darkness of her little cell.

"I am the Galaxy," the woman said at last. Though parched her voice was, it still held the weight of it, the truth of her words, "and you will never kill me, Strider Garon. Like your ancestors before you, you lack the balls to get the job done."

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[Strider Garon]

So much has changed since she had reign of the galaxy. Centuries of being locked away with no true outlet to news of current events would probably make her a stranger. But what Strider knew of her and her very exact words had pleased his inquiry. "Good!' He replied back, his eyes sharply digging into hers as if he was fighting internally with himself. Strider came here today out of desperation. The Sith have ran rampant in this galaxy, united through and through forming a steamroller that was unstoppable. To win against such a evil, one would have to fight fire with fire and The Mandalorians probably had the best weapon for such a warfare and she stood caged before him.

He thought about bribing the woman to bend her to his needs but he wasn't stupid. Shery was not a force that could be bent, molded or broken to anyone's accept her own needs. So to fight the OS Strider has decided to give freedom to a creature that was possibly more dangerous then the entire faction of Sith Lords combined. But, he was desperate. He wasn't going to force her to make promises, he wasn't expecting her allegiance. He was just playing upon that she will be, who she has recorded to be..... Unstoppable.

Strider with a nod to the guard that stood halfway in through the prison cell door would give him the order to release the inner cage. The Door would slide open with loud mechanical clanks that exposed the Sith to freedom.

" You are free!" Strider snarled with almost disgust, knowing full well that eventually in his lifetime he will grow to regret this decision. He dropped a small box on the side table as he walked outside the cell and into the corridor. The box would contain her personals and a access code to an Old YT-2400 transport that was primed on the above ground landing pad. "No harm to any of my mandos on the way out and that will seal the deal of your release"

This was a true gamble. Strider needed the one sith to be broken and torn apart. Maybe Shery would be the force that could achieve such a goal. Only time will tell. She had offspring out there that will aid her. The old mandalorian stood off to the side waiting for the woman to grasp all that was happening. "I alone will escort you out of here and to your ship"

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[Shery deWinter]

Others would have jumped out at the first opportunity. Others would have questioned the thought behind it. Others might have snapped and become completely insane at that point.

Lady deWinter was not others.

Gathering herself, she rose from the floor, standing as tall as proud as she had been in her golden days, a calm and collected expression on her face.

"You are even bigger of a fool than the original Strider Garon had any right to be," she said at last, eying the exit of her cell, and then the box.

With a shake of her head, she walked to the box and opened it. The white dress it contained was stained with drops of blood centuries old. The corner of her lips curled into a smile as she saw this, though no memory of when she had bled at all on the day of her capture rose to the surface of her mind. Putting the fabric aside, she picked the next item up. The hilt of a lightsaber. Sadly, it lacked the remained of burned flesh around it -- she had hoped at least some Mandos would be stupid enough to try to ignite it.

Her thumb caressed the button, wondering if that old thing even worked. She had always been quite bad at it, yet protocol demanded she knew the basics and always carried one with her. Protocols were stupid, yet the lightsaber she had built when she was still a relatively innocent woman of the night in Coruscant so long ago had survived.

She pressed, and the purple beam came alive, humming softly in the cell. No sound came from the Sith as she turned it off and tossed it on the pile of white fabric.

As though a memory clicked inside her mind though, she quickly reached for the dress again, her long crooked nails tearing at the fabric. It thumped inside her mind, the knowledge of something important being there. But what? And why?

Her fingers froze.

Seven tiny locks of hair she found, hidden and pressed in the folds of the dress. Seven. Why seven?

Turning back to the Mandalorian, Lady deWinter shook her head.

"Your plan is doomed to fail, and miserably so," she spoke, her voice even.

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[Strider Garon]

Her words would of cut him like daggers if he had not already been lashing himself with the very thought. But it was a risk the old man was going to take and pay for later. One thing that Strider could count on through the stories he had been told about Shery deWinter was her never ending lust for power. She would be a beacon to many sith to follow her, to worship her. The possibilities that many of those Sith would be of the One Sith was enough to force Strider to go through with this plan. Anything that could strike at the unity of the OS mob was worth the price he will have to pay.

"Time will tell" He would snarl back as he lead her into the elevator alone and pressed the button to the ground floor.

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