We can rebuild her...whether she wants it or not

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Naamah Aesham"]
“Roger,” Amara said. Then suddenly…rockets!

As the building above her exploded and rained down debris and heavy slabs of permacrete down she was forced to dive to safety. Sadly, her repeater didn’t make it and a muffled crunch sounded as it was impacted.

“By Maelion’s fright wig!” Amara swore, picking herself up. It was an outlandish oath, but when she had no religion and no experience of the Sith or banthas, she needed new swear words!

However, there was no time to think more on it, as the Blue Suns were coming for revenge. Two of them anyway.

Amara’s hand went to her belt and produced her lightsabre. The purple blade activated with a hum.

“She’s a Jedi, blast her!” one of the gangsters called.

Amara didn’t correct them. Instead she parried blaster bolts and took one through the chest, beheaded another. Did she feel guilty killing? No, these were vile criminals, and this was self-defence. Being raised by droids had given her many psychological problems, but a sense of perspective was not one of them.

Still, she was now in the street, lightsabre blazing, and a target of the upper floor enemies. It was time to get close and mangle the Blue Suns.

 

[Maelion Liates]

[member="Enyo Typhos"]
Just as Enyo’s writer had characters they liked to punish, so it was with this one.

Taiya, the Twi’lek Jedi who had been revived and killed across many incarnations, would be the perfect project.

“Agreed. The organic Jedi will be processed and made into our host. I will initiate.”

Orders were sent and the unfortunate Jedi would be taken away for a fate possibly worse than death.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Maelion Liates"]


Poor Taiya could never get a break. When she awoke, she would no longer be an organic being, but unaware of this. Her brain and organs would be placed inside a metal shell. Her tormentors would cover it with liquid metal and make the skeleton out of phrik.


Connective organic tissues alternatives would be threaded through her metal bones to enable her to still call upon the Force through her robotic limbs. After all, Shards were able to use the Force, despite being sentient crystals encased in droid bodies. Assuming, of course, she survived the process. It would be a fate worse than death.


xxx


Their numbers seemed to be endless, seamlessly coming out of nowhere and relentlessly assaulting her. Enyo struck with her burning violet lightsabre as well as her phrik fist, pummelling her mechanical knuckles into the cold, emotionless faces of the brainwashed clones.


She stabbed, punched and kicked them and suffered heavy blows in turn. Her mini ion disruptor soon ran dry and there was no time to recharge it. She punched clones through walls and raised massive piles of debris to crush them. She called upon the power of the Force to blow up their circuits and mechanical limbs.


In the end, bodies littered the ruined streets. She felt spent and drained. Her face was blood-stained, smoke coiled from her damaged robotic limbs and she walked with all too evident limp. One of her eyes was a mess.


"The failed clone..."


Despite her exhaustion, Enyo wheeled on the spot, looking around to search for the source of the very familiar voice that dared to speak to her in such a mocking tone. It was another clone...and yet it did not sound like the brainwashed Archangels.


It was her again.


"Unworthy."


Enyo gripped her lightsabre tightly, feeling a strong feeling of rage surge through her. She would not tolerate such insolence anymore. No one would ever look down upon, judge and control her.


"I know who you are. Come out and face me if you think me unworthy. Only a coward hides," Enyo declared loudly in a challenging tone. Voices and shades would not haunt her dreams again.


"Weak."


Now she could finally look upon her mirror as the other Enyo stepped into view. She wore obsidian armour, with a black cape flowing from her shoulders down to the ground behind her. To the real Enyo, it looked ridiculous. Her blue robotic eyes were a void, but hatred emanated from her. Part of her face was metal, but what caught Enyo's attention was the metallic mussle her mirror had for a jaw.


"Such a pity you fell into Archangel's clutches again. You were too weak to do what must be done. Too concerned about your unworthy sister. Look at yourself, you're on your last legs and in a few moments Archangel will have remoulded you in their image. Forever."


Enyo stood her ground, filling herself with the Force. "No, I will not let them. I will break my chains and free myself. For good," she swore. "And I'm sick and tired of hearing random voices in my head."


The mirror laughed. Her laughter was filled with mockery. "Still a naive child. The only way to save myself is to let me take control. I am Sith. I am power incarnate."


Enyo's eyes narrowed. "Control. That's all what it's about, right? So many people want to control me, dictate my life. Why? Because I have potential to be far greater than them. Archangel created their own Frankenstein's monster and they cannot collar it. Well, I'm taking control back, no matter the cost. And I'm starting right here...with you. This is my mind. You are nothing but a spectre, created by myself. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me."


The Force rippled from her with the force of a veritable hurricane, the ground trembled and she launched herself forward, coming at her mirror. A thunderclap echoed as the scarlet and violet blades connected in a brilliant flash of light.

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


The roof of the building above Amara caved in upon impact of the rockets. Debris and heavy slabs of permacrete rained down upon the streets. Clouds of smoke billowed up into the air, adding to the chaos.


Fortunately for Naamah, she'd made it off the roof before it collapsed. Having willed her body into motion, she'd used her grappling hook to take her to the next rooftop. The stealth field generated by the device worn on her belt kept her from being peppered with heavy blaster fire.


Still, she landed upon the rooftop loudly enough that it would have drawn a lot of attention her way, were it not for the fact that the Blue Suns were so focused on taking out Amara. The shifter took a deep gulp of air, then crouched towards the edge of the rooftop.


She looked through the scope of her bolt action rifle, taking aim. Her eye found its target, just as her finger moved to the trigger. There was a crack, a cry of pain and a rocketeer on the temple's high floor got a one-way ticket to the Netherworld.


Naamah felt...nothing. Just another day at work. Cleansing scum, making amends for her sins, though she knew that no good deed could wipe away the stain upon her black soul. "Amara, get to the upper levels. I'll cover you."

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Naamah Aesham"]
Amara, lightsabre in hand, proceeded forward. By now the Blue Suns were completely panicked and most of the survivors bottled out, slipping away.
The explosions and firing, as well as the sight of a lightsabre was also getting attention from other quarters. It was time to get moving swiftly.
Lightsabre blazing, she cut down another squid like creature as she headed up, in compliance with Akure’s orders. As she did, she saw a missile launcher carrying enemy fall from his perch, drilled through the head. Reaching out with the Force she tried to snatch up the launcher and bring it to her, but her control was only partial, and she had to still go and manually pick it up.

Lightsabre now sheathed and carrying a large missile weapon, she headed upwards. At last she came to the meeting spot, where a last Blue Sun was standing, trembling. The Malastaran’s eyes bulged as it levelled a blaster at her.
“Don’t do it,” Amara said, gesturing with the missile launcher. “Drop it.”
The blaster clattered to the floor, and Amara used the Force to send it skittering over the edge and down to the floor below.
“Now run away,” she ordered forcefully, as it were.
At last she was alone…until Akure showed up.

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


Silence descended upon the temple. The Blue Suns had been wiped out. A new gang would inevitably take their place and pick up where they left off. Perhaps some of the slaves would now have a better life, many would probably end up in similar circumstances. Naamah's cynicism was deeply ingrained, but justified, in her mind.


Finally, the faux Chiss reached Amara. Her eyes took in the carnage, saw the dead bodies and discarded weapons. Kaelin was a craven coward. You're not, she thought to herself. Her aura of mundanity remained in effect, though it was getting a bit taxing.


"Good work. The Blue Suns are broken. Let's go collect the loot before scavengers come," she spoke. Then she heard noise and spun around, raising her gun. However, instead of the expected gangsters, two frightened slave girls had shown up.


One was an Eldorai, the other a Cathar. Both were bruised, collared and looked scared. "You killed the masters," the elf said, as if she could not quite believe it. One of her ears had been mutilated and if one were to examine her back, one would see the tell-tale marks of flogging. She looked at Amara with an expression of awe and more than a little fear. "What will become of us now?"

 

[Maelion Liates]

[member="Enyo Typhos"]
Taiya Linosa died that day. What came back was in theory living, but was a cruel parody of life, not unlike the HRDs who had perpetrated the crime.

The Simulacrum was a most devious and horrifying device. What was life? What was sensation? What was experience?
All these things were controlled by the mind, and it was the mind which created reality. Thus, through extensive testing Archangel had created a way of fully melding organic and mechanical together. It was a synthesis…but unlike happy and shiny green endings…this was a nightmare from which if the sleeper ever awakened they would be broken.

XXX

In the dreamworld, the increasingly frenzied and strange visions in Enyo’s mind were reaching a climax. As her Sith alter ego clashed with her current persona the battlefield twisted to become the bridge of a strange looking destroyer from another era. Then it shifted to a high white spire above an endless city. Proceeding on, it finally came to rest so their battle took place on a field divided in two, white one side, dark the other, grey between.

As Enyo battled the Sith a new figure appeared, this one clad in robes both like and unlike a Jedi’s garb. This one stood off to one side, watching, not interfering yet.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Naamah Aesham"]
Amara nodded. In addition to the bounties they could earn a considerable amount from pillaging the dead. It wasn’t exactly honourable, but they were enemies that they had killed.

Before they could though, two slaves appeared. Amara immediately felt a deep sadness and pity for the poor creatures.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to look after you,” she promised, her tone so flat that they initially looked worried. “No, none of that. You don’t need to fear me. You are free, but I’m not going to turf you out. You can help me, and you’ll get a cut of whatever money I make. When you have enough to find a better life you can go freely. Until then, will you help me?”
“Yes, Mistress,” the Eldorai said.
“I’m not your Mistress. No, you’ll never have a Master or Mistress again.” Her serious tone broke for a moment. “Unless that’s what you want that of course. I’m sure Akure can set you up at the Blooming Rose.”
Cue grim state from Akure and blank looks from the girls.
“Anyway, what I’m saying is that you are free, and all I ask is that you help me help you. So for a start, help us gather up the possessions of these creeps so we can get them sold, and then get out of here.”

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Maelion Liates"]


The contest raged across the planes, without any pause or reprieve. And so they fought. Across the bridge and the corridors of the archaic, bizzare destroyer, upon the high white spire of the alien city, and finally the field.


Across the emptiness of the frenzied landscape that Enyo's confused, bitter, angry mind had spawned, they tore one another apart. Her fury sustained her when her body would have given out ages ago. Her rage empowered her, when her strength should have abandoned her. She was a violent creature of precise brutality and fury.


Every time her mirror taunted her, she attacked again, wild, violent and insatiable. She was a force of nature and she crushed her opponent into the ground and impaled her upon a massive spike, buried her under massive piles of debris or became the star that burnt her flesh to cinders. She was swallowed by the darkness and hurled into the cold void of space.


Her blood was frozen and her body shattered, but she struck once more. She was a woman under siege, trapped in a prison of the mind while monstrosities with angelic faces sought to enslave her mind, body and soul. Between the two of them, the destroyer and the spire crumbled. "You are weakening," the mirror taunted her as they stood upon the field.


"Funny. I could have sworn I just broke your back a few moments ago," Enyo bit back, hurling a dozen rocks that that her mirror deflected with a lazy gesture, though strain could be seen on that horrible, malevolent face.


Enyo broke out into a rictus grin as she raised her hand to absorb the mechu-deru blast that her opponent blew her way, snarling in pain. "Do you need a moment to catch your breath before I kill you?"


"Your pettiness does you no favours."


"My pettiness amuses me immensely.


"You are clearly beaten in every way. Your struggle inside your mind is futile. Within a few moments, Archangel will have made you theirs and there will be no turning back," the mirror helpfully informed her. "A pity. Truly."


Enyo bared her teeth like a predator. She wheezed, spitting blood. "Gehenna taught me one thing: Corner a predator and it will fight to its death throes." The crackling sound of lasers echoed across the field, as a beam of purple erupted.


"Your defeat is inevitable."


"Fate is a fancy word used by cowards," their lightsabres hissed, hummed and cackled as they clashed. It was not a graceful dance that involved dramatic spins and intense acrobatics, for both were too machine-like to attempt such.


But it was furious and brutal as both called upon their prowess in the Force. Between punches, kicks and powerful slashes, both rained down brutal blows upon one another, feats of strength that would have instantly killed a normal human. Eventually, Enyo's mirror forced a blade-lock and stared her directly in her increasingly frenzied eyes.


"I am a part of you. You cannot kill me."


"No," Enyo admitted thoughtfully, before she went lot and rammed her mechanical shoulder into her mirror's solar plexus. "I'll devour you." God, after all the struggles, she was hungry. The Force writhed inside her.

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


Naamah was significantly less empathic. "You can come with us, but you must pull your load. You can learn how to be strong and take control of your life," she said flatly. She was not without sympathy for these poor souls, but she was also used to people doing as she told them.


So without further ado she lead the way. "Come on." The two nervous slave girls followed, presumably feeling uncertain about the faux Chiss but more trusting towards Amara, since they stuck closely to her.


"We won't let you down," the Cathar girl promised. "I don't want to be anyone's plaything ever again." As it turned out, there was an awful lot of loot to pillage. However, as they were scavenging the dead, there was noise. It came from a broom closet...

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Naamah Aesham"]
A rich haul was being tallied. Of course, if they had more time and carrying capacity they could have looted more. What she wouldn’t have given for one of those packs of holding such as a video game incarnation of her might have!

Still, Amara heard the noise, and the Eldorai picked up a blaster and headed towards the closet.
With a gesture of her hand, Amara used the Force to yank the door open.

Inside a weaselly man sat huddled and trembling. He let out a little squeal as the door opened and scrabbled away further into the closet.

Amara scanned the little man and found he was unarmed, a coward. She belted her lightsabre again.
The Eldorai was glaring though at the wretch with unconcealed hatred. Her hands trembled slightly as they held the blaster, but her gaze did not waver.
“You,” she said softly.
“Please don’t hurt me! I’m not a part of them!”
“You were the overseer. You were the one who ‘kept us in line’,” the Eldorai hissed.
“I always tried to treat you well, little Faller.”
“Faelar. And you cut my ear off you little rakiskar,” Faelar growled. Her left hand brushed against the stub of her ear.
“They made me! I didn’t want to! I’m not like them! They forced me!”
“How about my back? Did they ‘make you’ do that? How about…how about everything else! Die!”

Amara stepped forward and pushed the blaster barrel aside enough so that it missed, hitting the wall.
“Faelar, listen to me. Not like this,” she said.
“But you killed the others! He’s a horrible creature, a malevolent monster!”
“The others were fighters, they fought, they died. However horrible he is, he is unarmed…that is murder.”
“I will not let him get away what he did to us!”
“Oh, justice will be served,” Amara said softly. “Get out here.”
“Oh thank you, thank you, dear lady. I knew you were more reasonable. Now, I’ll just go…”
Amara grabbed his arm. “You’re staying. I won’t kill you, but you are going to understand what you have done. Killing you would teach you nothing, I want you to live. Faelar, get me some cuffs,” she ordered.

Amara pushed the man up against the wall.
“What are you doing? Look, let me go!” he said, pawing at her.
Amara looked at him with utter contempt. “You don’t understand yet…you will.” The man’s mind was a mass of emotions and layers. Fear, anger, greed, lust, deception. It was a weak mind, the mind of a person used to getting what he wanted. Piercing that took effort, but she was driven by a strong resolution.
Using what power she could, she reached into his mind and when Faelar reappeared she cuffed one of his wrists to pipe and focussed.

Reaching into his mind and Faelar’s she found the common thread of their shared memories. It was no simple matter but she twisted them around. Suddenly it was the overseer being towered over by a sneering Faelar with a knife and reaching to grab his ear.


The man screamed and flailed at the phantoms assailing him. More memories, ones he prided himself on, memories where he had tormented and hurt, now they all came back literally to haunt him.

“Now you will understand what it is like, and justice will be served on you,” Amara whispered.

Reeling, her mind pulsing with pain, she looked around. This had all taken time, leaving the Cathar and Chiss to finish the looting.

“It’s time to go, Faelar. Don’t worry, he’s learned his lesson…and when the other gangs or the authorities show up…he’ll get his just desserts.”

They left, and he was still screaming….

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


The little man's screams echoed across the blood-stained temple. Naamah was in unusually good spirits. "Now that's a wedding he'll never forget. It'll stay with him forever," she declared and laughed morbidly. "My people are waiting outside with a truck. Follow their instructions," she ordered, handing Amara a card. "We'll divide it later. I'm going to pay a few bigwigs a visit and cash in." Was this sort of thing legal? Probably not, but Coruscant had never been a city on the hill.


"They'll want proof that the Masters are dead," the Cathar said, giving one of the dead slavers a good kick.


"I've got it right here," and because she was a terribly morbid woman, Naamah opened her rucksack and pulled out the head of the Togruta gang boss. Faelar visibly winced, but Naamah just shrugged. "I've got his vampire beau, too. Not much left of his face." She zipped the rucksack shut and trotted towards the exit. Outside, there were more corpses and a thoroughly wrecked speeder. Mercifully, it had stopped raining.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Naamah Aesham"]
Amara took the contact card and nodded. “I’ve got enough here to get us a room and some necessities,” she said, looking at the credits she’d acquired.

Taking the gear out, she was met by a grim mob of vigilantes just like ‘Akure’.
Amara was wary for any sudden betrayal, or her new ‘friend’ skipping out on paying her. Still, she had little choice. She kept the two girls close.
“So you’re Akure’s new partner, huh? Found some additional rewards, eh?” a grizzled man with a cybernetic eye asked. He nodded to the two girls.
“If by reward you mean their freedom, then yes.” Amara smiled brightly. “And the Blue Suns learned a valuable lesson; love doesn’t always find a way!” She paused. “Well, I guess most of them didn’t learn it for long, but hey….”
He grunted in what might be a laugh. “Well hang on, Blondie, we’re going to our fence.”
“How exciting, drive on!”
Faelar looked hesitant and moved up closer to Amara. “Can we trust them, Miss?” she whispered.
“I think so, for now. When Akure comes back we’ll divide the profits and move to more…comfortable…quarters.”

 

[Maelion Liates]

[member="Enyo Typhos"]
The spiritual metaphysical struggle was over at last. On the field of battle Enyo had emerged victorious at last.
That she was picturing this internal mental battle as anything so realistic as an actual battle was a testament to the human mind. Maelion would have found the whole process illogical. Maelion though had no place here.

Rather, another visitation of her stepped forward. The Jedi who had been watching stepped up.
“You are very powerful, Enyo. I’m not going to try and lecture you about joining a group. I just want you to consider what you will do once your revenge is realised. The Force is more than a tool for revenge.”

“All these thoughts, these representations of what you can be, all of them are born through your uncertainty. They will vanish once you decide on a path.”

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


"I took out the Blue Suns. Here's your proof." Captain Bailey barely had time to look up from his paperwork before two heads suddenly landed on his desk. He took a breath, composing himself and adjusting his glasses. Good thing the blood was not smeared all over his precious papers.

"How did you get in here? Never mind, you won't tell me anyway. Would it kill you to use the front door and knock like a civilised person? Instead of teleporting in and giving me a heart attack," he grunted.

"I don't teleport. It would make my job easier," Naamah deadpanned. "I gave them a red wedding."

Bailey pinched the bridge of his nose. "On the one hand, the bastards are gone. Good riddance to bad rubbish. On the other hand, I have to explain this now. You know the last vigilante didn't slaughter criminals en masse?"

He got a blank, expressionless stare in return. Naamah was good at those. "That's why they were there for me to kill. Besides, cowl and cape? So impractical. Now, about my fee..."

"Yes, yes, you'll get your money. And this conversation never took place." A few moments later she was out of the police precinct. None of the officers saw her leave. Or use the front door. Bailey poured himself a cup of caf. It was going to be a long night.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Maelion Liates"]


First she took the shade's wrist and crushed her metal lung. Then her burning violet blade sliced through a neck joint, ending her. Abruptly, almost on instinct, Enyo's mouth opened wide, when a cloud of obsidian energy arose from the corpse, entering her mouth. The powerful energies flowed through her, filling her being as she absorbed the shade. For a moment, her eyes were fathomless orbs of nothingness before they resumed their normal colour. She felt better. And yet still hollow.


Hearing a voice, she spun, ready to engage the next interloper. "Another shade deigns to show up. What a surprise. Perhaps I shall devour you as well," she declared fiercely, scrutinising the intruder. The clone frowned and irritation rolled off her in waves. "Splendid. My mind goes so far to summon an apparition of me as one of the hippies in robes who rained hellfire upon me. Disgusting. I'm offended by my vivid imagination."


Puzzlement crossed the clone's features when the other her talked rather then attack, lecture or belittle her. Her lightsabre remained in her grasp, but Enyo did not charge the green robed Jedi. "Revenge is what sustains me. The Force is my tool for vengeance and freedom. I shall not be controlled or cowed. Not by Archangel, not by Firemane, the Sith or ethereal voices in my head. Nor shall I allow anyone to inflict this fate on Amara. When Maelion and Moira are broken, I shall have control over my life and never give it away. Archangel, my prison, will be claimed by me. My jailers will serve me." But what would she do with it? That was a question she had yet to answer and probably not even considered.

 

[Amara Zarides]

[member="Naamah Aesham"]
As they pulled up in a rusty part of the works Amara had the distinct sense that things could go very poorly. She and the two former slaves were alone and outnumbered in a place they had no way of finding their way out of.

There was only one thing to do; play the fool. For all her cheerful and positive persona Amara was not a fool, but she was great at playing one. It had come naturally from dealing with the droids of Archangel. A fool is less of a threat after all.
And if it turned out that everything was fine? Let Akure underestimate her a bit. Better the Chiss think she was no threat than make her watch her back.

“Nice place you’ve got here!” she said, looking up at the towering metal shell they were in. Vast pipes ran into the distant roof, serving power, water and data to the upper city.

She dropped down and started neatly laying out the prizes. She encouraged the girls to do the same.
When Faelar hesitated, Amara leaned close to her. “Our survival might depend on playing the role of unwary fool. Follow my lead.”
They did. Through a form of non-verbal communication similar to Thieves Cant, the two slaves communicated this message and pitched in diligently.

Their haul had been significant, but not excessively so. Amara did not know how much the weapons and tech before her would sell for, or how much she would get – she suspected a quarter or less – but it’d be enough to get her a start.

 

[Maelion Liates]

[member="Enyo Typhos"]
“Your mind is a strange place indeed,” the shade commented dryly. “Still, this is how it is. Your psyche decides in a visceral way quite apart from mere thought how to personify your dilemmas. I suppose I am strangely your ‘better’ nature. Perhaps you’d feel better if I looked differently?”

The image of the Jedi shimmered and became a woman in a long grey robe, her face hidden by a hood. It was not a Jedi robe, but vaguely mystical in a way which screamed either seer or melodramatic.

“You wish for freedom. That is fair, you have never had it. Archangel though is an instrument of destruction and misery. By overthrowing its masters and taking their place what will you do with Archangel to make it better?”

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Amara Zarides"]


Once the Coruscant Works had been a safe haven for Sith Lords. In places like these, Darth Maul had trained and Sidious had held secret meetings with his pawn Count Dooku. Doubtless in this day and age, dark cults still congregated in such towering, rusty shell of metal and pipes.


Three figures were present in the hall when Amara and the two liberated slaves laid out the prizes. They were tough, strong and there was an air of violence around them: a Togorian, a Thakwaash and an Eldorai. The last was female and her aura radiated authority, for she came right after Akure. She wore flowing grey robes, her face shrouded in a hood, long gloves, boots, and carried a Sarix in her sheath. Her most distinctive attributes were a crude cybernetic hand, piercing eyes and a mutilated ear.
"This, this, not this. That's crap, but it's not like the the buyer needs to know if they're gullible enough not to check," she muttered in Eldarai while she examined the items. Some stuff was chosen, others dismissed as worthless. "Hibari can get this sold on the bazaar." Bazaar was a good euphemism for the black market. "What is your name, girl?" she suddenly addressed in a sharp, imperious tone.
"Me?" the freed slave asked meekly, looking like the proverbial deer caught in the headlight.
"You're the only other Eldorai in a room full of aliens, so yes. Look me in the eye, don't not flinch, don't lower your chin," Arryn spoke matter-of-factly, with a strong note of sternness in her commanding tone.
"Faelar, my name is Faelar," the former slave managed to look her fellow elf in the eye without averting her gaze.
"Arryn. You're safe now. If anyone lays a hand upon you, I shall cut their genitals off and ram them down their throat."
"I have a name as well. Soshahry," the Cathar suddenly blurted out.
"Whatever." The Eldorai cyborg's cold eyes fell upon the feline, as if she'd only just noticed she existed. Her tone was dismissive. "You there, get them something to eat and drink. The Cathar as well," she ordered a minion, then turned to Amara. "Counting the bounty, this is worth a few thousand. You'll get a thousand. Do with it as you see fit. The captain will want to speak with you."

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Maelion Liates"]


Enyo rolled her eyes when the shade transformed. "How melodramatic," she commented. At least her mirror no longer looked like a bloody Jedi. "What is the point of this interrogation? The entire galaxy is defined by destruction and misery. I have seen no good in it. Only suffering, lies and hypocrisy. Without power, you are helpless. The strong do as they will, and the weak suffer what they must. Jedi, Sith, Mandalorians, Republic, Empire, they’re all just spokes on a wheel. This one’s on top and that one’s on top and on and on it spins, crushing those on the ground." Spoken like a true nihilist. Or someone who had no qualms about committing plagiarism.


"Control over Archangel will give me the power I need. Will I continue itsgenocidal rampage and insane plans of domination? No, but I shall not disband it and give the security it offers away. What would you have me to do with it?" there was the hint of a challenge in her tone.