The Mother of All Psy-Pires
Wearing: rags
Armed with: Nothing.
Prisoner of: Go on, guess. Don't be embarrassed...
(Character Theme Song Power Up)
(Theme: "A View To A Kill" by Duran Duran)
Location: Kar Shian
48 hours after Attack on Castagne.
Nine Lives, Mother of All Psy-Pires, was dragged in shackles off the Phantom Class Yacht of The Amalgam by a waiting dozen of The Amalgam's red garbed Moon Marines, fittingly on one of the moons of Korriban, Kar Shian.
The Amalgam and Darth Rigor were beside her. Rigor was stone faced, clearly struggling to contain her fury at the Revelations aboard the Castle Morpheus.
Nine didn't blame her. The knowledge that The Amalgam had gotten in her head after she had escaped a Castle Morpheus that was under the guard of the Onna of Sawa Ike , that she had been under the subtle influence of this vicious monster from nearly the moment she escaped--her isolationism, possibly even in how she created her own daughters--it filled her with a murderous, boiling rage so powerful that if she could have snapped the enchanted chains that also dampened her abilities to strangle the evil shapeshifter she would have.
The Amalgam, clad in that skin tight off white armor of hers, face almost impossibly beautiful, gave no indication she noticed or felt Nine's Fury instead having that irritating smirk she had in orbit over Castagne, all the while dancing to Nine's OOC character music because she was crazy AF. Rigor, though insane enough to hear the OOC music due to an extended stay in the madness beyond death, pretended she did not hear it in order to maintain her dignity and reserve, instead only clenching her teeth, hating The Amalgam more with each passing second.
As she was dragged up ancient steps to a massive white pyramid with a golden cap, Nine couldn't help but be worried, even now, about her children, her Morpheus Knights and her daughters. Not knowing was worse than knowing, worse than her own situation. The biting cold of Kar Shian ate at her exposed skin, stripped of her garments and when a Moon Marine got too close, Nine snatched at his vibrosword, yanking as hard as she could on her chains. She was too slow, however, and The Amalgam caught her hand, burning Nine's face by focusing the dark directly on Nine's skin.
Nine cried out, dropping in agony. The Amalgam chuckled.
"If only your mind had put up that much resistance when I first messed with it." The Shi'ido mocked the vampire as she caused Nine to lunge at her out of sheer hatred.
"If only, if only. Gods, you're pathetic, playing it Nuetral. No courage to truly be the little monster you are, deep down." The Amalgam added, punching Nine in the face brutally multiple times, causing lavender blood to spill, laughing psychotically as she felt Nine's nose break under her knuckles.
"Your sword will be my trophy, girl! Mark my words!" Nine snarled, her voice full of hatred and wrath.
"Swearing vengeance is a little getting ahead of yourself. We still have weeks of brutal torture to put you through."
"I was basically chained in my ex's room and tortured for a century. Do your worst, schutta." the Arch-Psy-Pire growled.
"Oh, then you of all people should know the first rule about torture: Never anger your torturer."
The Amalgam seized Nine by her chin.
"I know so many ways to break you..." the Witch whispered almost seductively. "So many ways to strip that olive flesh from your bones and wear it..."
Nine grew disgusted as the Amalgam seemed to suppress a shudder of ecstacy at the idea.
"You and I will get very familiar..." the witch whispered into her ear. "I assure you. Through every slice. Every burn. Every rib broken and repaired, over and over..."
"You had better hope Maple Harte kills you before I do, because I'm not gonna be quick about it, motherfether." the Fanged Matriarch swore at her as the Moon Marines jammed cattle prods into her to control her.
"Maple...gods, I hate that name. Sounds like something she came up with at a diner..." The Amalgam remarked offhandedly as Nine screamed in agony, but still trying to fight.
"Her name is Uri. That will be your first lesson, Vampire. Her name is Uri. Say it." The Amalgam demanded.
"Rot in hell!" Nine snapped through the prods.
The Amalgam sighed. Then smiled.
"We have plenty of time..."
The Amalgam cackled as Nine was tortured in the snow.
"I love this fething job!" She cried in joy, watching Nine writhe in agony as she was beaten with the prods.
She turned to the Moon Marine next to her.
"Brian, has an ingress route for NPC Treasury to get into the Sith Empire been arranged yet?" She inquired, speaking of the woman once known as Kay.
"Negative. Securing False Identification for her and placing the right operatives to get her safely into Sith territory has proved harder than expected. It may be another eight weeks."
The Amalgam huffed. "Drat. Wanted to spend some time with my Bestie in between breaking Nine. Oh well. Prepare the dungeon.
Rigor glared at her. "Is torturing her actually even necessary?"
"It is if I want to harvest her blood properly..." the Amalgam replied dryly, watching the welts form on Nine's skin. The Vampire turned a still functional Obsidian Eye, a dot of purple glowing at the center and swore she would endure, if only to spite her.
Nine was unconscious by the time the Moon Marines finished beating her then dragging her into the Pyramid.
007 weeks later...
Castagne.
A black chromium, J-Type 327 Nubian with scarlet tinted viewports descended through the atmosphere of Castagne to designated landing coordinates.
Maple Harte stepped out of her ship, wearing her black biker leathers, armed with only a simple, Cortosis Weave durasteel cane that had a handle at the top that tapered at one end, giving the appearance of an overly long claw hammer. Her long, chocolate brown hair billowed in Castagne's wind, her eyes scanning the cityscape, ome a bright, wet viridian green, the other a bright, sulphurous yellow. She had not been here when the Amalgam had struck, stuck on the rim chasing dozens of low level bounties and had only just barely gotten back from a mission on Atrisia.
Castagne's IBI had reached out to her, saying they could possibly put her in striking range of The Amalgam. Maple could not refuse even the ghost of such a possibility after learning the absolute Atrocity The Amalgam was responsible for at Castagne. She felt an immense swell of guilt at failing to kill her at the Graveyard, feeling like all of this was her fault. But she was not skilled enough to defeat the Amalgam. Not yet. Not at close range, for certain.
Perhaps not even afar. But she had to try. The deaths at Castagne weighed on her conscience.
Maple left the hangar she had landed in and after sipping a soda and waiting in the spaceport lobby, uncomfortably noting the devastated looks on the faces of civilians present as they waited in the almost empty space port, not quite recovered from the horrors of Heretic Station, some still bearing visible injuries, she was approached by her IBI contact, dressed in a nondescript black business suit, face hidden in shadow by his hat.
"The Force whispers to the Witch..." he began in a quiet, terse voice.
"Soon the Galaxy will experience Magic..." Maple replied, the code phrase half complete.
"And The Witch whispers back?" The Contact questioned.
Maple leaned forward.
"I am the Magic." she finished just as tersely as he started.
Maple was led out of the terminal by the contact to a black speeder. Men and women in the shadows inside offered her a black hood with a smiley face stitched in.
"The price of admission." They explained.
Knowing the only way she would get to talk to Colonel Ian Sade would be on his terms, Maple put the hood on. She had left Sawa Ike and Alwine Daye a message to meet her on Castagne, because it was becoming obvious that as Maple's mental state deteriorated, she was going to start needing others help in order to kill The Amalgam, and she needed Alwine's. She had barely held it together on Atrisia, the threat of imminent death, her hatred of the vile shapeshifting witch, and her mentor's training the only thing giving her enough focus to survive.
The operatives shut the speeder door and the vehicle was soon away to an undisclosed location, a safehouse deep underground.
The operatives transmitted a five times over encrypted signal to the Colonel.
"Bullseye to Taskmaster, Package Secure."
Armed with: Nothing.
Prisoner of: Go on, guess. Don't be embarrassed...
(Character Theme Song Power Up)
(Theme: "A View To A Kill" by Duran Duran)
Location: Kar Shian
48 hours after Attack on Castagne.
Nine Lives, Mother of All Psy-Pires, was dragged in shackles off the Phantom Class Yacht of The Amalgam by a waiting dozen of The Amalgam's red garbed Moon Marines, fittingly on one of the moons of Korriban, Kar Shian.
The Amalgam and Darth Rigor were beside her. Rigor was stone faced, clearly struggling to contain her fury at the Revelations aboard the Castle Morpheus.
Nine didn't blame her. The knowledge that The Amalgam had gotten in her head after she had escaped a Castle Morpheus that was under the guard of the Onna of Sawa Ike , that she had been under the subtle influence of this vicious monster from nearly the moment she escaped--her isolationism, possibly even in how she created her own daughters--it filled her with a murderous, boiling rage so powerful that if she could have snapped the enchanted chains that also dampened her abilities to strangle the evil shapeshifter she would have.
The Amalgam, clad in that skin tight off white armor of hers, face almost impossibly beautiful, gave no indication she noticed or felt Nine's Fury instead having that irritating smirk she had in orbit over Castagne, all the while dancing to Nine's OOC character music because she was crazy AF. Rigor, though insane enough to hear the OOC music due to an extended stay in the madness beyond death, pretended she did not hear it in order to maintain her dignity and reserve, instead only clenching her teeth, hating The Amalgam more with each passing second.
As she was dragged up ancient steps to a massive white pyramid with a golden cap, Nine couldn't help but be worried, even now, about her children, her Morpheus Knights and her daughters. Not knowing was worse than knowing, worse than her own situation. The biting cold of Kar Shian ate at her exposed skin, stripped of her garments and when a Moon Marine got too close, Nine snatched at his vibrosword, yanking as hard as she could on her chains. She was too slow, however, and The Amalgam caught her hand, burning Nine's face by focusing the dark directly on Nine's skin.
Nine cried out, dropping in agony. The Amalgam chuckled.
"If only your mind had put up that much resistance when I first messed with it." The Shi'ido mocked the vampire as she caused Nine to lunge at her out of sheer hatred.
"If only, if only. Gods, you're pathetic, playing it Nuetral. No courage to truly be the little monster you are, deep down." The Amalgam added, punching Nine in the face brutally multiple times, causing lavender blood to spill, laughing psychotically as she felt Nine's nose break under her knuckles.
"Your sword will be my trophy, girl! Mark my words!" Nine snarled, her voice full of hatred and wrath.
"Swearing vengeance is a little getting ahead of yourself. We still have weeks of brutal torture to put you through."
"I was basically chained in my ex's room and tortured for a century. Do your worst, schutta." the Arch-Psy-Pire growled.
"Oh, then you of all people should know the first rule about torture: Never anger your torturer."
The Amalgam seized Nine by her chin.
"I know so many ways to break you..." the Witch whispered almost seductively. "So many ways to strip that olive flesh from your bones and wear it..."
Nine grew disgusted as the Amalgam seemed to suppress a shudder of ecstacy at the idea.
"You and I will get very familiar..." the witch whispered into her ear. "I assure you. Through every slice. Every burn. Every rib broken and repaired, over and over..."
"You had better hope Maple Harte kills you before I do, because I'm not gonna be quick about it, motherfether." the Fanged Matriarch swore at her as the Moon Marines jammed cattle prods into her to control her.
"Maple...gods, I hate that name. Sounds like something she came up with at a diner..." The Amalgam remarked offhandedly as Nine screamed in agony, but still trying to fight.
"Her name is Uri. That will be your first lesson, Vampire. Her name is Uri. Say it." The Amalgam demanded.
"Rot in hell!" Nine snapped through the prods.
The Amalgam sighed. Then smiled.
"We have plenty of time..."
The Amalgam cackled as Nine was tortured in the snow.
"I love this fething job!" She cried in joy, watching Nine writhe in agony as she was beaten with the prods.
She turned to the Moon Marine next to her.
"Brian, has an ingress route for NPC Treasury to get into the Sith Empire been arranged yet?" She inquired, speaking of the woman once known as Kay.
"Negative. Securing False Identification for her and placing the right operatives to get her safely into Sith territory has proved harder than expected. It may be another eight weeks."
The Amalgam huffed. "Drat. Wanted to spend some time with my Bestie in between breaking Nine. Oh well. Prepare the dungeon.
Rigor glared at her. "Is torturing her actually even necessary?"
"It is if I want to harvest her blood properly..." the Amalgam replied dryly, watching the welts form on Nine's skin. The Vampire turned a still functional Obsidian Eye, a dot of purple glowing at the center and swore she would endure, if only to spite her.
Nine was unconscious by the time the Moon Marines finished beating her then dragging her into the Pyramid.
007 weeks later...
Castagne.
A black chromium, J-Type 327 Nubian with scarlet tinted viewports descended through the atmosphere of Castagne to designated landing coordinates.
Maple Harte stepped out of her ship, wearing her black biker leathers, armed with only a simple, Cortosis Weave durasteel cane that had a handle at the top that tapered at one end, giving the appearance of an overly long claw hammer. Her long, chocolate brown hair billowed in Castagne's wind, her eyes scanning the cityscape, ome a bright, wet viridian green, the other a bright, sulphurous yellow. She had not been here when the Amalgam had struck, stuck on the rim chasing dozens of low level bounties and had only just barely gotten back from a mission on Atrisia.
Castagne's IBI had reached out to her, saying they could possibly put her in striking range of The Amalgam. Maple could not refuse even the ghost of such a possibility after learning the absolute Atrocity The Amalgam was responsible for at Castagne. She felt an immense swell of guilt at failing to kill her at the Graveyard, feeling like all of this was her fault. But she was not skilled enough to defeat the Amalgam. Not yet. Not at close range, for certain.
Perhaps not even afar. But she had to try. The deaths at Castagne weighed on her conscience.
Maple left the hangar she had landed in and after sipping a soda and waiting in the spaceport lobby, uncomfortably noting the devastated looks on the faces of civilians present as they waited in the almost empty space port, not quite recovered from the horrors of Heretic Station, some still bearing visible injuries, she was approached by her IBI contact, dressed in a nondescript black business suit, face hidden in shadow by his hat.
"The Force whispers to the Witch..." he began in a quiet, terse voice.
"Soon the Galaxy will experience Magic..." Maple replied, the code phrase half complete.
"And The Witch whispers back?" The Contact questioned.
Maple leaned forward.
"I am the Magic." she finished just as tersely as he started.
Maple was led out of the terminal by the contact to a black speeder. Men and women in the shadows inside offered her a black hood with a smiley face stitched in.
"The price of admission." They explained.
Knowing the only way she would get to talk to Colonel Ian Sade would be on his terms, Maple put the hood on. She had left Sawa Ike and Alwine Daye a message to meet her on Castagne, because it was becoming obvious that as Maple's mental state deteriorated, she was going to start needing others help in order to kill The Amalgam, and she needed Alwine's. She had barely held it together on Atrisia, the threat of imminent death, her hatred of the vile shapeshifting witch, and her mentor's training the only thing giving her enough focus to survive.
The operatives shut the speeder door and the vehicle was soon away to an undisclosed location, a safehouse deep underground.
The operatives transmitted a five times over encrypted signal to the Colonel.
"Bullseye to Taskmaster, Package Secure."