Darth Themis
The Best of Frenemies
Meanwhile, in orbit above Kashyyyk...
Only a single thing had escaped the vision of Darth Themis that day.
A certain hyper advanced Android that had come to the world in order to find some form of closure.
She was a one of a kind achievement. A triumph that her creator had never succeeded in truly replicating, due to being designed and created during a mentally unbalanced state.
At the same time she was a next to impossible achievement, she was, in many ways, a monumental failure as well.
Theoretically, she had been designed for success, to be able to pursue any path in life that would lead to it. More than two decades in the running now, and she was still an anomalous curiosity, unknown save as a monstrous urban legend that had shown up in the war against the Mawite Sith, and faded from memory (but perhaps, not infamy) not long after the war ended.
She could reconfigure her appearance almost endlessly, but for the last year or so, had remained in the guise of an award winning Psychologist. A far cry from the bloody moniker she had obtained during a particularly savage battle to defend a Jedi planet, in the guise that Moniker had now become permanently attached to.
Lynda, The Demon Of Jedha.
Few remembered anymore how the name had struck fear into the Mawites, how even the possibility that she was in the area could send whole squads of Maw, whole divisions running for their lives. In the battle of Jedha, the Android, having gone insane from Post Traumatic Stress at having been buried alive at the sacking of Coruscant, trapped for days, digging countless dead children out of the rubble afterwards, AND coming to what was left of her home to find the Maw having cruelly killed her pet rabbit and pet turtle, had carved her way into their ranks, leaving such piles of dead in her wake that the Mawite Commander himself had come out simply to delay her from slaughtering any more of his forces. She has killed so many, and in such godless, painfully gruesome ways that the Alliance themselves had become frightened of the psychopathic behavior she was exhibiting in battle, even as they continued to use her.
The Demon of Jedha had become the Mawite's Boogeyman. Her massacres of them many, and relentless from the word go. Though the Mawites lived, many STILL dreaded the idea she was out there, waiting.
Nothing could have been farther from the truth.
No one was less eager to see that persona's return than the one who had been trapped as her, unable to let go of Lynda's pain and insanity and guilt without quarantining the form and all the data associated with using it in her database, after which the remorseful Android, having at last become scared of herself, had retreated back into the civilian life, this time determined to stay there, having no more appetite for death and destruction.
She had come here, because for her, this was where it started. Where everything began to go wrong.
Where she had first started getting to know her one time adopted Sister, and Themis' failed student, Laertia Io.
If there was one being that could be said to have had a direct hand in how that maniac was able to become so powerful, she would be at the top of the list, and the worse part was she knew it. Not only had she been betrayed, her heart had been broken in the end.
And so it was, that she, whose real name was the by this point almost never used alias
Westenra Mina
, had come to Kashyyyk, in plain civilian clothes, anonymously, walking to where the Silver Rest had once stood, and once more, tried to make sense of where it had all gone wrong. Had she just loved her adopted sister, who could give her the human, familial love she had desperately craved from other sources so much she had willingly blotted out the danger from her logic processes?
Westenra, currently going by her Alias of Lorna Prynce still had no answer. It was not the first time she had come here, wanting closure, and not finding it. But still she searched.
So when the strange men in the white and gray robes had come out of the woodwork, armed with shotguns, the Android not able to fight without taking on a guise dedicated to combat, has held up her hands as she had walked through the foundations in surrender. Her ship had been seized, and a scanner had been run over her.
"Readings are inconsistent. I'm...detecting organs and blood but the atomic signature seems...off..." one of the men said as she was forced to her knees in the tall grass.
"Could she be an HRD?" one asked.
"Her? No way. She doesn't look flawless enough..." the one with the scanner replied.
"THAT'S your criteria?" the one who has asked sputtered. "Look at her! She's practically super-model quality!"
"But there's still flaws! HRD skin never has flaws like that!" the other protested.
"What were you doing here?" another questioned.
"Refugee survivor," Lorna answered. "I came here to make peace with some old ghosts..."
"You picked a bad time..." he replied, leveling a shotgun at her face.
"You don't wanna do that..." she replied. "That is a very bad idea to do that to me."
"Lemme guess, you're a big shot back home and someone will pay handsomely for your safe release..." the man in the robes replied. "You core-ward types are all the same..."
"That is true. Someone would pay. But that's not what I had in mind," the Android said.
The barrel pressed against her face.
"And what did you have in mind?" the man asked.
"Off the top of my head..." she trailed. "First, I'm going to grab you and use you as a giant club to kill this man with the scanner next to you...then, while you're still dazed and the three others in the distance are starting to panic, I'll rip your shotgun out of your hands and hurl it like a spear into the chest of one of those three, grab you by the lower base of your spine, paralyzing you for the rest of your life as I use you has a human shield to close the distance while they riddle you with shotgun fire in a desperate attempt at survival, only for me to inflict fatal injury by the application of sheer kinetic force from using your entire body as a murder weapon to bludgeon the remaining two to death."
It was rather quiet when she added, almost as an afterthought...
"And then...if you're still alive after all that ...I was thinking of breaking your neck..." she replied matter-of-fact like. (She took the ice cube trays out of the freezer!: 400 XP)
The man in the robes smiled.
"And just how do you plan to do that?" he asked, bemused.
"Y'know how your friend said I couldn't be an HRD?" she asked. "He's right. I'm a Biot."
Her movements were so swift and violent in the next fifteen seconds it was dizzying, and then, just as she had told him she would do, she broke his neck at the conclusion of the violent ordeal.
The Android stared down at her now blood soaked hands. The violence didn't feel foreign to her, as she had hoped it might.
It brought her back to bad days, and she wondered if she could have handled it differently as she backed away, terrified at how easy it had been to slip back into death dealing.
It was moments like this where she wondered if she truly possessed a conscience at all.
As she tried to flee, she didn't realize her actions had just given Darth Indoloro his potential in...for when the Elders arrived after she had fled the scene after the massacre of their personnel, one of them had spotted her as she fled into the shadow lands, cited her as a suspected Force User, and the whole expedition in the shadowlands went on alert to look for her, promising a great reward to whoever could capture her alive, a transmission that was in no way encrypted due to the emergency when, after leading Indoloro out of the temple and back to the Lambda shuttle she had first rescued him in, she had gone in the ship due to a Force vision and turned on the communications suite.
"Attention all elders! A suspected Force User has murdered a number of us! A great reward is promised to whoever brings her in alive!" came the transmission.
Themis folded her arms. She hid her surprise at seeing Westenra in her visions now. Another unexpected thing, but this one would be turned to her advantage. The Bright Lord of The Sith would not be deterred.
"Obviously, Lord Indoloro, we don't want to truly do their work for them. But I see in my visions that what they are after is not a Force User. But a deadly Android I have had past dealings with. But she is as much a victim of her own failures as the others around her were."
Not that different from ME, in some respects, the cynical thought from her subconscious said to her.
"Find the Android, and disable it. It's weak to full water immersion. But do not let them destroy it, whatever else you do..." she told him, bringing up a map.
"This is where my visions tell me the main group in the shadow lands is concentrated. My advice? Introduce yourself to them BEFORE pursuing the Android on their behalf. They always get suspicious in the futures where you introduce yourself AFTER capturing the Android..." Themis told him.
"Good luck, Indoloro. From here on our, it shall be up to you...but I have great confidence in you based on what I see so far. I will be watching closely. You might not always see me, but I WILL be watching. Closely."
Themis walked off the ship.
"Take the speederbike in the cargo area to meet them. Should be a fifty minute ride. Go slow. There are so many trees here in the shadow lands that above a certain speed you're just asking to run into one..." she said as she stepped off the exit ramp.
"One more thing Lord Indoloro..." Themis said, turning to him, as she had another vision.
"In three days, when the sun hits your eyes at precisely three hours past noon...duck..." she advised. "Don't ask why. You'll understand afterwards why you did..."
Themis left Indoloro, formerly
Logan Halo
, to pursue his mission...
Only a single thing had escaped the vision of Darth Themis that day.
A certain hyper advanced Android that had come to the world in order to find some form of closure.
She was a one of a kind achievement. A triumph that her creator had never succeeded in truly replicating, due to being designed and created during a mentally unbalanced state.
At the same time she was a next to impossible achievement, she was, in many ways, a monumental failure as well.
Theoretically, she had been designed for success, to be able to pursue any path in life that would lead to it. More than two decades in the running now, and she was still an anomalous curiosity, unknown save as a monstrous urban legend that had shown up in the war against the Mawite Sith, and faded from memory (but perhaps, not infamy) not long after the war ended.
She could reconfigure her appearance almost endlessly, but for the last year or so, had remained in the guise of an award winning Psychologist. A far cry from the bloody moniker she had obtained during a particularly savage battle to defend a Jedi planet, in the guise that Moniker had now become permanently attached to.
Lynda, The Demon Of Jedha.
Few remembered anymore how the name had struck fear into the Mawites, how even the possibility that she was in the area could send whole squads of Maw, whole divisions running for their lives. In the battle of Jedha, the Android, having gone insane from Post Traumatic Stress at having been buried alive at the sacking of Coruscant, trapped for days, digging countless dead children out of the rubble afterwards, AND coming to what was left of her home to find the Maw having cruelly killed her pet rabbit and pet turtle, had carved her way into their ranks, leaving such piles of dead in her wake that the Mawite Commander himself had come out simply to delay her from slaughtering any more of his forces. She has killed so many, and in such godless, painfully gruesome ways that the Alliance themselves had become frightened of the psychopathic behavior she was exhibiting in battle, even as they continued to use her.
The Demon of Jedha had become the Mawite's Boogeyman. Her massacres of them many, and relentless from the word go. Though the Mawites lived, many STILL dreaded the idea she was out there, waiting.
Nothing could have been farther from the truth.
No one was less eager to see that persona's return than the one who had been trapped as her, unable to let go of Lynda's pain and insanity and guilt without quarantining the form and all the data associated with using it in her database, after which the remorseful Android, having at last become scared of herself, had retreated back into the civilian life, this time determined to stay there, having no more appetite for death and destruction.
She had come here, because for her, this was where it started. Where everything began to go wrong.
Where she had first started getting to know her one time adopted Sister, and Themis' failed student, Laertia Io.
If there was one being that could be said to have had a direct hand in how that maniac was able to become so powerful, she would be at the top of the list, and the worse part was she knew it. Not only had she been betrayed, her heart had been broken in the end.
And so it was, that she, whose real name was the by this point almost never used alias
Westenra Mina
, had come to Kashyyyk, in plain civilian clothes, anonymously, walking to where the Silver Rest had once stood, and once more, tried to make sense of where it had all gone wrong. Had she just loved her adopted sister, who could give her the human, familial love she had desperately craved from other sources so much she had willingly blotted out the danger from her logic processes?Westenra, currently going by her Alias of Lorna Prynce still had no answer. It was not the first time she had come here, wanting closure, and not finding it. But still she searched.
So when the strange men in the white and gray robes had come out of the woodwork, armed with shotguns, the Android not able to fight without taking on a guise dedicated to combat, has held up her hands as she had walked through the foundations in surrender. Her ship had been seized, and a scanner had been run over her.
"Readings are inconsistent. I'm...detecting organs and blood but the atomic signature seems...off..." one of the men said as she was forced to her knees in the tall grass.
"Could she be an HRD?" one asked.
"Her? No way. She doesn't look flawless enough..." the one with the scanner replied.
"THAT'S your criteria?" the one who has asked sputtered. "Look at her! She's practically super-model quality!"
"But there's still flaws! HRD skin never has flaws like that!" the other protested.
"What were you doing here?" another questioned.
"Refugee survivor," Lorna answered. "I came here to make peace with some old ghosts..."
"You picked a bad time..." he replied, leveling a shotgun at her face.
"You don't wanna do that..." she replied. "That is a very bad idea to do that to me."
"Lemme guess, you're a big shot back home and someone will pay handsomely for your safe release..." the man in the robes replied. "You core-ward types are all the same..."
"That is true. Someone would pay. But that's not what I had in mind," the Android said.
The barrel pressed against her face.
"And what did you have in mind?" the man asked.
"Off the top of my head..." she trailed. "First, I'm going to grab you and use you as a giant club to kill this man with the scanner next to you...then, while you're still dazed and the three others in the distance are starting to panic, I'll rip your shotgun out of your hands and hurl it like a spear into the chest of one of those three, grab you by the lower base of your spine, paralyzing you for the rest of your life as I use you has a human shield to close the distance while they riddle you with shotgun fire in a desperate attempt at survival, only for me to inflict fatal injury by the application of sheer kinetic force from using your entire body as a murder weapon to bludgeon the remaining two to death."
It was rather quiet when she added, almost as an afterthought...
"And then...if you're still alive after all that ...I was thinking of breaking your neck..." she replied matter-of-fact like. (She took the ice cube trays out of the freezer!: 400 XP)
The man in the robes smiled.
"And just how do you plan to do that?" he asked, bemused.
"Y'know how your friend said I couldn't be an HRD?" she asked. "He's right. I'm a Biot."
Her movements were so swift and violent in the next fifteen seconds it was dizzying, and then, just as she had told him she would do, she broke his neck at the conclusion of the violent ordeal.
The Android stared down at her now blood soaked hands. The violence didn't feel foreign to her, as she had hoped it might.
It brought her back to bad days, and she wondered if she could have handled it differently as she backed away, terrified at how easy it had been to slip back into death dealing.
It was moments like this where she wondered if she truly possessed a conscience at all.
As she tried to flee, she didn't realize her actions had just given Darth Indoloro his potential in...for when the Elders arrived after she had fled the scene after the massacre of their personnel, one of them had spotted her as she fled into the shadow lands, cited her as a suspected Force User, and the whole expedition in the shadowlands went on alert to look for her, promising a great reward to whoever could capture her alive, a transmission that was in no way encrypted due to the emergency when, after leading Indoloro out of the temple and back to the Lambda shuttle she had first rescued him in, she had gone in the ship due to a Force vision and turned on the communications suite.
"Attention all elders! A suspected Force User has murdered a number of us! A great reward is promised to whoever brings her in alive!" came the transmission.
Themis folded her arms. She hid her surprise at seeing Westenra in her visions now. Another unexpected thing, but this one would be turned to her advantage. The Bright Lord of The Sith would not be deterred.
"Obviously, Lord Indoloro, we don't want to truly do their work for them. But I see in my visions that what they are after is not a Force User. But a deadly Android I have had past dealings with. But she is as much a victim of her own failures as the others around her were."
Not that different from ME, in some respects, the cynical thought from her subconscious said to her.
"Find the Android, and disable it. It's weak to full water immersion. But do not let them destroy it, whatever else you do..." she told him, bringing up a map.
"This is where my visions tell me the main group in the shadow lands is concentrated. My advice? Introduce yourself to them BEFORE pursuing the Android on their behalf. They always get suspicious in the futures where you introduce yourself AFTER capturing the Android..." Themis told him.
"Good luck, Indoloro. From here on our, it shall be up to you...but I have great confidence in you based on what I see so far. I will be watching closely. You might not always see me, but I WILL be watching. Closely."
Themis walked off the ship.
"Take the speederbike in the cargo area to meet them. Should be a fifty minute ride. Go slow. There are so many trees here in the shadow lands that above a certain speed you're just asking to run into one..." she said as she stepped off the exit ramp.
"One more thing Lord Indoloro..." Themis said, turning to him, as she had another vision.
"In three days, when the sun hits your eyes at precisely three hours past noon...duck..." she advised. "Don't ask why. You'll understand afterwards why you did..."
Themis left Indoloro, formerly
Logan Halo
, to pursue his mission...
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