Private Unbreakable

[Darth Metus]

SHIRAYA EXPANSE - LUNAR BASE

The Package was important.

It had been months since the remnant first settled on Verun. Months since the Sith's people began their struggle for survival at the end of the world. Everywhere they stepped, a new challenge laid in wait. Yet they refused to bow. Refused to break. When the soil gave no yield, they pulled moisture from the stubborn skies. When the Khanate's horde raided their encampment, they surrounded themselves with mighty walls. Now, they had begun to tame their environment. Now, they could begin to bite back.

So it was that Darth Metus ordered his people to keep an ear to the ground. Comms were intercepted on the regular. Khanate scouts captured and interrogated beyond their humanity. Information was as precious as gold in the Expanse - and they would have every advantage. And on one blistering afternoon, a report was brought before the Sith.

The enemy spoke of a weapon. Something mighty. Deadly. But it was not something easy to simply point and shoot. They called it the Package - and it was a prize not of their own creation. Stolen by raid, but the victim was unclear. By all accounts, this posed a risk to the Sith's people. And beyond this, if they could secure it, they would only strengthen their position.

Thus, Darth Metus gathered a cell of capable warriors and embarked into the stars. They followed the trail of the Package to a lunar fortification towards the north of the region. Breaking in was easy - securing the package was not. The structure they found themselves in was a crashed vessel that had been cannibalized and reformed into a base. Thus the corridors were a dizzying mess. When the team arrived, they were loud and went heavy. Blaster fire roared between the Horde and the Sith's forces, and soon alarms blared throughout the structure.

Alarms that would reach where the Package was being held.

Where she was being broken.​

Kareena Alcyon​

 

[Luna Evanstance]

Defiance. It was evident in bi-colored eyes as they stared down everything and everyone that had been presented in front of her. No amount of pain, psychological tricks, and torment had gotten Kareena to utter a single syllable.

They wouldn't hear her clipped and clean Courscanti accent beg for mercy. Nor would they hear her cry out when no one was around. She'd been known as a lone-wolf for a reason; there was not a thing in the Galaxy that had been able to break her willful spirit. There was not a single attachment to be used against her or personal possession to take away. The young woman was nothing more than a blank canvas that they tried to erase but in the end, they were wasting their time.
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She had become a wall of true defiance.

The young woman could see the frustration growing as new methods had been brought in to try and break her. But despite the haze of the mind-altering drugs, she only offered a steely look in return as more pain was inflicted and her mind was only ripped to shreds even more. But after what felt like endless centuries of her imprisonment, the sound of alarms shrilled Kareena's senses only adding to the extreme duress she was under.

She gave a small, low guttural growl wishing they stop so she could focus on finding a way to be free. But they didn't and an iciness in the force had gripped her very soul- more potent than any of the drugs and pain that she'd had inflicted on her. Would it be her savior or her demise? She didn't know for certain but anything else was most certainly better than this.

Darth Metus ​

 

[Darth Metus]

SHIRAYA EXPANSE - LUNAR BASE

A metallic cacophony ripped through the air.

Above the blaring alarms, the Package would hear new noises. Louder. Closer. The sounds of battle had finally reached her floor - and the Sith would not be denied. A bloodshine blade danced within his dominant hand. Blaster bolts were batted away. Bone was cleaved clean through. Armor had no meaning before Darth Metus' fury. He would not be denied.

The advance was not without cost. The forces that he had brought into the base were thinning. There was no doubt in the Sith's mind that they would see a successful end to their mission - but with each casualty, the difficulty escalated. Swiftness was in their best interest. Fortunately enough, the target was in sight. "Cover the rear." His order hissed from behind his mask, each syllable taking on a metallic edge.

His offhand raised and the Force embodied his will. The door between him and the Package crumbled as if it were a tin can in the hands of a monster. Darth Metus tossed what remained of its form forward, slamming into one of the attendants. The other tried to rush the warrior, wielding a scalpel. It was a pitiful attempt, one that made the Sith smirk ever so slightly. His saber came down, tearing the man's face clean in two.

Darth Metus stepped over the crumpled heap and saw firsthand what the Package entailed.

It was not a conventional weapon. Not some ordnance or new fangled technology. It was a woman. Bound. On either side of her person were carts littered with horrible tools. And from what Darth Metus could see, her flesh had been marred by multiple attempts. Torture, plain as day. But why? Curiosity inspired the man to see. And what he witnessed was potential: a brimming inferno burning within the captive. He could see why they wanted to secure this woman so badly. Why they brought her to the middle of a lunar bas and put their hopes in her.

"Those animals." he said addressing the woman. His offhand raised once more, and this time the Force pried her shackles free. He then shrugged off his hooded cloak and offered it to her. "Can you stand? Can you fight?"

The sound of blaster fire began to erupt behind them. Darth Metus looked over his shoulder and witnessed a fresh wave of the Horde rushing closer. His men had formed a defensive line, but time was not their ally.

"I'm getting you out of here. Come."​

Kareena Alcyon​

 

[Kareena Alcyon]

It wasn’t a secret as to why Kareena was here. In truth, the Jedi had grown concerned about her defiant spirit and deep anger which had on more than one occasion shown itself. She’d let them think that the problem had resolved- that they had fixed the young woman with hot coals within her very core. But they knew little on how to douse them and had made sure to contain them to prevent them from ever growing out of control.

But now? There were no Jedi standing between her and what feared potential she had and it had become clear during her torment that Kareena was meant to be broken- turned into some sort of weapon for who knew what purpose. While at the moment she was contained and lay in waiting, it wouldn’t be long until she was free and until the hot coals grew into an inferno that wouldn’t be contained.

The time was coming and fast.

There was no reaction from Kareena as the door in front of her turned into nothing and when the mysterious figure’s lightsaber sliced through one of the figure’s faces. There was a sense of satisfaction watching their demise- as it was well deserved; she was only disappointed that it wasn’t her to deliver justice after their offenses against her.

"Those animals." She said nothing, at first- gauging the iciness that rolled off of the male figure in waves. Her bi-colored eyes, while brimming with defiance held dubiety as he spoke. "Can you stand? Can you fight?" Accepting the cloak, she wrapped it around her slender form, standing up straight to answer is first inquiry - accepting the pain that now enveloped her mind and body. “Gladly,”

Her accented voice resolute; her Jedi weapon was long gone- there was no lightsaber to use but she didn’t need it. Kareena knew that what was coming for those who opposed her escape wouldn’t be leaving the base and while the man who offered her a way out had his own blade of energy, she had the Force.

"I'm getting you out of here. Come." The chaos outside left them little time to converse- Kareena didn’t fully trust the one in front of her and yet, at the moment, the prospect of following him was a lot more appealing than staying behind to become whatever it was she was supposed to be. Proudly, taking her full height, the young Woman stood alongside the mysterious figure as they prepared to move forward. The young Woman readied- feeling free to unleash her unlocked potential on those who lay past the four walls that held her no longer.


Darth Metus ​

 

[Darth Metus]

Gladly.

The voice of the "Package" carried an accent, one which spoke of a heritage far north of the Shiraya Expanse. Darth Metus could not place exactly where, and there was no time to ruminate over this mystery. Instead, the woman's response was exactly what he had been needing to hear. With her form now liberated from its shackles, they were free to turn their attention onto the reinforcements bearing down upon them. As they breached the entrance to her cell, Darth Metus paused and offered a gift.

He did not know the extent of her talents, but he assumed. Those with purely raw talent were not confined as she was. But those who already were dangerous? Already knew how to take lives? Those required the measures that the Khanate had expended this evening. Thus, he reached for his belt and unclipped an old friend. It was his first lightsaber. One held onto for sentimental value, as his primary weapon far exceeded its capabilities.

It was a saber staff, albeit a touch smaller on the hilt than average. He offered it to the freshly liberated woman. If she accepted and awakened its blade, she would be greeted with crimson.

"I'll be needing that back." he said simply, stepping in front of the woman.

The Sith was unaware of just how much, if any, she was wounded. At a glance, she seemed whole, but they would not know right off. Thus, Darth Metus created valuable space - battering away blaster bolts and retaliating with lightning as his forces pushed back towards the lift. As he fought, he roared over his comm:

"Make sure the bird's ready, we're headed out!"

Kareena Alcyon​

 

[Kareena Alcyon]

A lightsaber hilt was handed to her. Smaller than what she was used to wielding, Kareena accepted it, igniting the blazing energy of crimson. She could feel the iciness of the Force rippling through the hilt- the power she felt radiating off of it was welcomed.

"I'll be needing that back." She nodded gratefully, his voice breaking through the haze of the drugs that still filled her veins. Kareena readied herself as the pair moved forward into the chaos. Abandoning all sense of control, she recalled her skills- the lightsaber’s energy humming as she deflected, sliced, and fought alongside her rescuer.

The young woman could feel every ounce of pain that coursed through her body but accepting it she used it to only gain strength. But she’d had enough- the lightning and the lightsabers weren’t her justice. They needed to suffer and Kareena would make them pay.

She screamed.

As they rushed forward, unleashing the darkness that had been restrained, it sent a controlled, icy shockwave in front of them. Any being in the radius would feel the effects and power of her scream. Force-induced, their eardrums would rupture as they fell to their knees.

The concussion would be fatal- leaving them to drop, screaming and writhing in pain as blood pooled around their ears and eyes and mouth- leaving them slowly die as their insides took the beating and fell apart. As quickly as her screams had filled the corridor, they died down- leaving her feeling drained yet fulfilled. Kareena could almost taste her freedom as whatever destination her rescuer had planned for them, she hoped, at least, that what was on the other side of those walls was far better than what she’d just experienced.

Darth Metus ​