The Lying Lies and Dirty Secrets of Miss Nemene Talith

[Louise]

Evelynn waited.

With rigid posture the woman sat upon her sister's throne, her mismatched hands sat upon her knees, digging into heavily scarred flesh. Unmoving. Unblinking. How long had she been sat there? Days, about a week now. It was hard to decipher how time had passed as she continued to sit, watching, waiting.

A vicious trail of red dashed through the throne room and followed the skeletal creature up to her seat.

The source of this was the girl's wrists, that held two horrific gashes that had been crudely cauterised. The Silent Sister was not a doctor, she had bled herself while caught in the fits of pure venom. Powerful thing rage. It kept her going, kept her sitting on that throne. It had power through grievous blood-loss and it had dragged those fractured legs down those grand halls that now looked as though they'd been hit by a whirlwind of hate.

However her own blood stains were not the most noticeable feature of the room if we're being honest. Corpses. Corpses were strewn, maim and mangled. Some lucky with broken necks and crushed windpipes and others not so, limbs forcibly severed and skin stripped and draping the floor, the walls and inexplicably the ceiling. It was not just her hand that had been busy.

The beasts of Rattatak were let loose, roaming through the palace, killing and feasting. Some crushed, others mauled and a few left blind and writhing on the floor as sharp talons robbed them of their sight.

It was CHAOS, and she sat at the head.

Waiting.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene's ship dashed through the atmosphere of Rattatak, slicing through the desert air and causing whirling sand to erupt behind it as it swooped above the desert. In the cockpit stood Nemene, her foot tapping and her eyes peering out the viewscreen ahead, there was a scowl on her face.

She had felt something during her week long absence after the slaying of Johnny. Had felt anger, rage, tears, like nothing she had ever felt before. Of course that had been expected, but even now a whole seven standard days later, the emotion was still there, rage as she had never felt before. As the ship touched down Nemene tried to focus on the bond, tried to touch Evelynns mind, but all she felt was hatred, all she felt was rage.

Her scowl deepened, and suddenly the star yacht jerked. Coming to a stop over the landing pad the ship touched down, ramp slowly lowering with Nemene already upon it.

She was eager to reach Evelynns bed.

“Stay here.” Nemene intoned to the slave girl standing behind her, holding herself close to her Queen. The girl nodded, then moved back into the ship. Quickly the Sith Lady made her way down the ramp, stepping onto the large bridge that led to the palace. She noticed the first thing that was wrong, a Veritnh sitting on the one of the rails, in its mouth an arm, ripped from a torso.

Nemene raised an eyebrow at the sight, but shook her head. Perhaps one of the slaves had been careless.

She moved on, stepping past the beast and wandering to the entrance of the palace. What she found there was her next hint. Corpses and blood lay strewn about. Gore and viscera dotted the palace in every direction, entire gallons of blood splashed onto the walls. The Queen of Rattatak scowled, her sister had thrown a tantrum, had released the beasts, that was the only answer.

Slowly Nemene opened herself to the bond, attempting to track her sister.

To her surprise, she found her not in her bedrooms, but in the throne room. Nemene frowned...how? Her legs should still have been broken. Slowly, taking careful measure not to dirty her boots, Nemene began to walk towards the Throne room, Caution not even on her mind.
[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

 

[Louise]

So began the approach.

Even after an entire week Evelynn's very form trembled with a rage so terrifying that not even her beasts gave her glance. A granite gaze burned with fury at the door in which Nemene would soon scamper through like the rat she was. Three words resonated throughout the woman's mind, almost burning themselves into her consciousness:

HOW. COULD. YOU.

Of course, these words did not find themselves transmitted through their bond. No, all Nemene would have been able to find was a thick impenetrable fog of absolute hatred. No hints. No clues. Just fury.

For this moment the girl had shed all the wrappings that were so desperately trying to hold her legs in one piece, no, those limbs were still destroyed but she sat as if they didn't, in agony she sat holding nothing but fire and resentment and it powered her, it fuelled her. There she was, this sickly looking creature but inside the mute felt invincible.

When Nemene entered she would not speak, only stare down from on high with righteous indignation.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene found her way through the gore of the palace, walking over dead slaves and living animals that were busy eating their dinner of rotting corpses. She frowned slightly at the sight of it all, it was disgusting, disturbing even for the two Queens of Rattatak. She was glad she had taken her favorite when she left the planet, otherwise she too might have suffered this fate.

Eventually wound her way down the hallway to the Throne room, finding it surprisingly clean of death except for a single long blood trail.

Nemene's eyes opened wide, her sister must have pulled herself here, dragged herself across the palace or used the force in some manner to take herself here. The blood however as clearly her sister, she could feel it. Her eyes narrowed slightly, probing the bond and finding only that stark hatred. Slowly she stepped into the Throne room.

There she found her sister, sitting upon her throne.

Nemene stared at the moment for a second, spying the blood and looking upon her form. She could practically see the hatred flowing from her, feel it coming off in droves. Undaunted Nemene looked to her sister, her chin held high and a slight sniff escaping her nose.

“Still throwing your tantrum are you?” The words bit into the air.

 

[Louise]

Tantrum.

That was the word that she would use. Tantrum. It was if she didn't know. No. Of course she didn't know. Nemene Talith was too foolproof, too clever for her stupid little ninny of a sister to find out what she had been doing. Oh yes, silly little Eve. Another toy, another plaything just in a different kind of dungeon, a different kind of game. Instead of whips and chains there was her bed and promises that things would get better one day.

HOW! COULD! YOU!

Evelynn had to close her eyes in that moment, a wavering breath escaping those cracked lips as the frail woman threatened to explode right there and then.

You've been poisoning me.

I LOVED YOU!

The words were flat and anti-climatic in her sister's mind, like a tundra of nothing. The mute's eyes opened to the world again and a steely gaze was cast down upon the dark-haired rat. Her heart felt caught in her throat, blood almost boiling but words still remaining frigid. Of course that hadn't been the case when the slaughter had began, but that had happened days ago.

Why?

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene took a reactionary step back, her face turning aghast and surprise radiating through the bond, though surprise at what was impossible to tell. Her face didn't change back to its normal stone, instead it stayed surprised, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open for a few seconds before finally she began to speak again.

“Poison you?” She sounded abashed as if the very notion of doing such a thing brought shame to her. “Why would you think that?”

Nemene demanded of her sister, her face growing more serious now, anger flowing through the bond. The Queen of Rattatak was ever the schemer, ever the planner and plotter. She had prepared for this moment on the out that Evelynn ever figure it out. She had the lines in her head.

This was just another act in the play.

 

[Louise]

No. No! This wasn't going to be another game! This wasn't to be another round of lies with Nemene!

STOP LYING TO ME!

The woman's hands balled into fists so tight that she could have produced diamonds. How could her bond sister just stand there and lie to her face without a hint of shame? How long had she been lying like this? Fabricating emotion through their bond in the Force? How long?

HOW LONG?!

Because it is the truth.

Slowly her face began to twist, becoming both anguished and violent at the same time. Stop. The cool was beginning to leave those telepathic tones, the true extent of her rage threatening to show and leave no survivors. Stop lying to me. The mute seemed to inhale the entire room in what seemed to be the breath that would keep her very head attached.

Tell me why, Nemene.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Deny, deny, deny.

“Lie?” Nemene sounded incredulous as if lying was not even possible.

To her this was a game, it was a way to keep Evelynn under control. Even now after she had been clearly found out, after her sister knew the truth and confronted her about it, she was still in control. To her this was just another bump in the road, just another small hill she had to get over before Evelynn was hers forever. So she would stick with her lie, stay with it until the very end.

“Why would I lie?” Nemene demanded on Evelynn. “Why would I spend a year here, caring for you, staying by your side, loving you, if I was poisoning you!”

The logic was sound, to Nemene at least. “It doesn't make any sense. Who told you this?”

Demands, more demands coming from the one who was typically in charge. She would not change who she was now, not when everything hung in the balance.

 

[Louise]

It was a bellow. An earthquake. The throne room trembled around them. Her telepathic shout would have likely caused her sister a good amount of pain unless she had been prepared to defend it, even if it was only a fraction of what she actually deserved. Perhaps later they would be taking a trip down to the dungeons, perhaps they could work it out with blood. A tantalising notion. Nemene was not good at handling pain, and with nowhere to put it she would fold, she would fold so quickly.

No. Confession first. Revenge later.

It does not matter who told me.

It was evident that this conversation would continue to go around in circles with her sister playing the role of the denier as if it were written in the stars. The role of a lifetime. It does not matter why I think you did it. Finally her fists unclenched, leaving trails of blood flowing down the palms of her hands from where those nails bit in without mercy. A hand moved to the lightsaber hilt that sat on her lap.

What, was she planning on duelling? With those barely functioning legs? Against her sister, the clearly superior fighter?

Last chance.

WHY?!

 

[Lira Dajenn]

She winced, pain spiking through her mind all of a sudden as her sister screamed at the top of her...mind.

The Queen of Rattatak fell slightly, the surge of power in her head causing her knee's to grow slightly weak. She stumbled forward, taking a single step before recovering herself. She lifted herself up again, pointing her chin high and looking at her sister with fierce determination in those orange orbs. She would not give up her tail, she would not tell the truth. It wouldn't do. She was in control here, not Evelynn, not the mute.

“I didn't do it.” Nemene said drawing the lightsaber from her hip. The blade didn't ignite, but Nemene would not stand idly by while her sister moved towards her own weapon.

This was Nemene's game, she had stared it, and she would finish it.

There was no way Evelynn would come out on top, simply no way that Nemene could allow it. Her sister would have to be taken back to her bed, would have to be dominated again, would have to be taught a lesson like never before.

She took a single step towards the throne.

 

[Louise]

What could be described as a flicker of sadness came across the blonde woman's face. Her sister was never going to admit what she did, not like this, not while she still considered Evelynn to be nothing more than a game to win, a pawn to control. Even if in that moment the Silent Sister suggested that they tested the bloody that had stained its way to the throne room there would be no doubt that Nemene would stand there and claim innocence to the last breath.

That would need to be changed, her sister's entire attitude would need to be changed. No more control.

As soon as the other woman took a step forward Evelynn responded, sending a whirlwind of a force push at her to keep her back. This was the peak of the Silent Sister's physical weakness, her body was frail, broken and if Nemene got close enough to strike then the game truly would have been over but through her anger she found new strength, greater strength in the force than she had ever known.

It was now that Evelynn would play a game of her own. A game with her sister's legacy.

Taking the lightsaber from off her lap, the mute levitated the weapon so that it was held mid-air for Nemene to plainly see. There was no glee here, no sadistic pleasure or sensual smirks to be had. No. Rage folded in upon itself, coming down as an invisible pressure upon her father's old organic blade. The weight of these years of abuse manifested themselves as through the force she began to crush the lightsaber, the legacy.

It would all crumble to dust.

[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene flew back a few places, her body picked up and whirled a dozen or so paces back towards the hallway that led towards the throne room. She landed with a skidding stop, dust rising in the air and patched of blood scrapping off the floor as her boots ran across the dirt.

The Queen of Rattatak scowled, taking a step forward when suddenly her fathers lightsaber came into play. Her eyes popped open, and fear spiked through the bond. No, she wouldn't dare! Nemen stalked forward, each step going faster and faster. “No!”

Nemene screamed as her lightsaber twitched into life. The thread was clear, she wouldn't let Evelynn destroy another piece of Moridin, she wouldn't let Evelynn take what little she had left of her father. She rushed towards the throne this time, nothing ot inhibit her speed. She moved quickly, dashing towards Evelynn at full burst.

Lightsaber began to thrum, and she swung her off hand as she moved up the dais, seeking to slap her fathers lightsaber away from Evelynn and strike the woman with the unignited end of her saber-staff.
[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

This couldn't be happening.

 

[Louise]

The lightsaber so agonisingly close to her grasp flew higher into the air, being levitated just out of grasp as the woman continued her assault upon the weapon of legend and legacy.

However she did not budge, did not move a single muscle as her sister dashed up to strike her, because before that could happen there came a piercing cry. Merisi. Forget those brittle arms and shattered legs, these were her real limbs, the beasts, nature. Such an incomprehensible power to hold, a most fearsome ally.

The creature knew her rage, her pain and had never strayed too far since the fall. Whether remaining outside on the balcony or roosting up on the rafters her beloved bird lingered. To protect. To comfort. With talons bared the Valrain swooped, aiming not for Nemene herself but for the unignited end of her saber-staff before it could strike her face. Disarming her sister would be the first priority.

It is time that things changed around here.

Her words were a feral hiss, indicating the hatred that her heart held for her sister, her face twisted and vicious. Still she crushed upon Moridin's lightsaber. The pressure upon the weapon increased further still, it was a crushing force that would render bones to dust. How much longer would it hold?

Firstly, lying bitches need to be punished.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene et go of her lightsaber, there was no use in fighting the accursed animal.

Though after this she would clip its wings.

“There will be punishment Evelynn!” Nemene called out as she reached out lightning fast. Her fists moved towards her sister, one aiming a strike for her ribs, the other for the girls throat. Two quick hits that were enough to incapacitate anyone or would have been, if not for the distraction that she saw out of the corner of her eye.

Her fathers lightsaber groaned, shrieked, and then crushed into dust. It became a ball of fine powder, completely and utterly obliterated.

Nemene's strikes fell short, all her momentum gone as she shifted herself and attempted to reach for her fathers weapon belatedly, her heart breaking as if it had been the thing destroyed by Evelynns grasp. A wail of a cry escaped her throat, tears flowing down her face.

“How could you!” She raged as a knee flew towards Evelynn's face, hardly a graceful attack.

 

[Louise]

Yes.

Gods of Moross, that noise, that strangled cry as the reminder of her father finally gave way to the crushing force and crumbled into nothingness. The dust and remains sprinkled over them like the tragic rains of legacy and Evelynn began to smile. I think. Her teeth were bared and clenched together with such a force it was a surprise that they did not shatter in her mouth and nostrils flared as she savoured her sister's tears.

Before she could respond however the mute received a rather harsh faceful of knee.

Her head snapped backwards as cheek was caught by the heavy blow. Instinct called her hands up, placing them both directly in front of Nemene's chest. Another force push, from such a close range it sent her sister to the opposite wall of the throne room, not the most pleasant landing but distance was important.

A skeletal hand slithered up to touch the own heat of her fractured cheekbone, the other hand however moved to the armrest to push the woman up. Evelynn was going to stand. It was a shaky ascent, slow which was understandable considering that she was doing the almost impossible. Her lower body screamed for relief, to sit back down but there would be none of that.

What can you do, sister?

She said that last word with a grand amount of bile.

The hand that had rested upon her face slipped down, where she retrieved an obsidian blade from her skirts. You've already poisoned me. Evelynn's grip upon the blade was practised as she pierced the point of the weapon into her own flesh. You can't kill me. The edge cut deep as she dragged it across her own shoulder, moving to her chest and slicing through delicate silks with so much ease it was as if they weren't even there. You can't torture me. Red welled up and began to spill forth, contrasting so brilliantly with that baby blue. This all came in combination with unwavering eye contact, granite orbs searing into orange as she blatantly mutilated herself without a second thought.

So what, can you do?

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene flew against the wall with a hard thud.

Her vision blurred for a second and her eyes shifted slightly as she landed on the ground in a clatter, the audible tearing of her dress ringing through the chamber. For a moment, she lay there a heap on the floor. Tears rolled down her face and dropped onto the floor, slowly collecting as she let out heavy sobs. Another moment passed by, then her sister voice erupted in her head again.

A scream, a yell, a dare.

Nemene Scowled, her face growing dark and angry. Slowly she pushed herself up from the ground, pressing her hands against the smooth limestone. She lifted herself from the ground, fierce orange eyes seemingly on fire. The Sith lady looked at her sister.

“I can chain you to a wall with the slaves.” Nemene said as she took another step forward. “I can have you beaten. I can have you raped. I can have every hair on your body torn out. I can do whatever I want with you.”

Another step forward, a slight glow of purple enveloping her. “You're mine.”

A Blade found its way to her hand.

 

[Louise]

The Silent Sister scoffed loudly as Nemene listed all the things she could do. Could, smells more like won't. Done with the carving of self she carelessly dropped the knife, never once breaking eye contact with Nemene.

I'm not afraid.

Time to turn it up.

The Karin Dorn school of life taught one lesson that was about to become very relevant right now. Visualise. Unknowingly she utilised the Force in the same vein that her departed mother did. If you can see it, you can create it. Of course, this stands only to work with those of good sportsmanship and manners. I've passed that hurdle, and now it is time to show the workings.

I am not your property.

Slowly her hands began to knead the very air in front of her. Had she gone mad? No. Was she having a seizure? No. I literally just told you that we're visualising. So, I'll let you ask? What was in those hands? Through nine fingers the Force was weaved in and out, twisting and and pushing. Her mind thought of Nemene's stomach in her grasp, and hopefully the pain would transmit to the woman's organ. It was an unorthodox attack, sure but as long as it caused agony then that was all that mattered.

WHY DID YOU POISON ME?!

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene felt her insides twist and curl, or at least to her it felt that way.

She felt pain surge through her for the first time in what seemed like years, true pain. Hurt ran across her face, her entire body shivered and she collapsed to the ground with more tears flowing from her face. Pain ran through her, and she clutched her arms to her abdomen, tightly holding them into place as if it would somehow make her feel better.

“I Didn't!” She creamed the words at the top of her lungs, still denying, still lying.

She would not bend now, even with pain wracking her entire body, even with her whole being torn apart. There was no way she would admit this, no way-

Her thoughts were cut off completely as another massive wave of pain ran throughout her body. It stung and bit at her, grabbing at her insides and pulling them into little pieces. Tears flowed down her face. Nemene was not a woman who could handle pain. Oh she could dish it out, she could stab, slice, and torture for days on end. But when it came to taking pain? She was nothing.

The Queen of Rattatak crumbled, curling herself into a ball with her forehead touching the floor.

Streams of tears fell from her eyes. “I did it for you.”

The words were barely a whisper, but Evelynn would hear.

 

[Louise]

There it was at last.

This would be the moment for a reprise, for Evelynn to relent and give her sister a break from her onslaught. I say this would, but it wasn't. She continued, wrenching and twisting, or so that's the story her hands told. It was the manipulation of nerves, one of her favourite methods of torture. It left no marks of a physical nature, no real wounds that could mark a premature end to the agony.

For me?

That was in fact the wrong thing to say.

FOR ME?!

The fire in her gut would cease, moving from her core to distribute throughout her entire body. The manipulation of the molecules in the blood. Why did you teach her about the human body? That upon reflection giving her the knowledge of anatomy and biology was in fact a bad idea. Whizzing around, faster and faster. You want fire? I'll give you fire. You'll feel like you're on fire, and only I can put you out.

TELL. ME. WHY.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Pain wracked her body. Unimaginable hurt and agony flowed through her abdomen as Evelynn began to wear at her organs.

They would all heal of course, any damage done would be fixed almost immediately. Her unique abilities in healing saw to that, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. For the first time in years Nemene actually felt pain. Everything that was done to her, every bit, she felt it all. Evelynn was no longer accepting her pain through the bond, she was no longer taking the gift that Nemene offered her so freely.

Pain was a new sensation to Nemene, and she did not handle it well.

Another scream escaped past her lips, tears rolling down her face and her throat threatening to close up from the spasming of her nerves and stomach. She sobbed, taking in deep calming breaths in an attempt to stabilize the pain, to make it stop, if only for a few glorious seconds.

“You were going to leave me!” Nemene called out,face still buried in the limestone. “For Panatha. For Kaine. For a man. It mattered not.”

She cried, pain now running up her spine and spreading to her entire body. “You would have left me, and died. Captured again, tortured, and killed without me there to help you.”

Another sob, another cry of pain.