Post by Solaris on Mar 25, 2013 18:33:24 GMT -5
Targaris Station
Orax System, Subterrel Sector
"My sister is alive," Talyn said in her cold monotone. She had barged into Keller Dan-Dover's room aboard his corvette without so much as a by-your-leave, waking him up in the middle of the night with nary a care for the fact that he might have preferred to wait until the morning to begin this discussion. She stood with her arms folded across her chest, her unsettling amber eyes glimmering in the dim light. "Jenraux, though there may be others. She survived the destruction of Targaris Station. You must this ship to return to Orax immediately."
Talyn wore her regular armor, rather unusual for the middle of the night - but then, over the last few weeks since the Resistance had rescued her she hadn't exactly demonstrated herself to be entirely normal. She never seemed to sleep, and but rarely evinced any sort of emotion beyond irritation and impatience. Though intelligent enough, the extent of her knowledge seemed largely wrapped around various methods of killing people and breaking things in increasingly spectacular and catastrophic ways. Talyn had remained reserved and largely apathetic, keeping her distance from the ship's crew and from Kelly himself and rebuffing most attempts at conversation. If she did interact with someone, she generally assumed a commanding mien, even if her tone was flat and her emotions practically nonexistant.
That made the look of worry on her face all the more remarkable. "Kelly, she's in danger."
Orax System, Subterrel Sector
Jenny huddled in an alleyway, hugging her knees to her chest as she hid between a pair of trash canisters. Though she seemed an adult, in many ways she was just a little girl - a little girl who was lost, hungry, alone, and so very, very tired. Ever since Talyn had disappeared, things had gone so badly - maybe worse than when she was on Targaris Station, but at least she hadn't been forced to kill anyone.
Yet.
She hadn't had much of anything to eat in weeks, just scraps she rooted out of the garbage. Where another might have taken to stealing, found charity to beg, or even taken a job, Jenny knew nothing of the outside world and had no conception of how to go about those things. All she knew that was nobody had given her anything to eat or told her where to stay since being ordered aboard the escape pods after the alarms started going off on Targaris. Never a hefty girl to begin with, she was wasting down to barely more than skin and bones; she could start to trace the outlines of the machinery and bones through her skin.
The sound of a footstep nearby made Jenny look up, realizing that she'd heard a mechanical respirator approaching, the rasping breathing buried in the background noise of the city. Her eyes widened when she saw a figure in black armor - a Massassi Stormtrooper, the alien machine in her mind told her. A shiver of fear ran down her spine as the dark warrior approached, but indecision paralyzed her. She was trapped, no way to escape.
"A vagrant," the Massassi said in a deep, gravelly voice. "Where is your identification?" he demanded.
"I don't- I don't have any," Jenny admitted reluctantly, shuffling her feet nervously. "I'm sorry, I- urk!"
The Massassi bent over and picked her up by the throat, hefting the scrawny girl up as though she weighed no more than a bundle of twigs. Jenny struggled and choked, her bony hands trying to pry the stormtrooper's fingers off her throat, but to no avail. As strong as she was, he was simply so much stronger. She saw stars, her vision starting to go red around the edges as the hulking black-armored trooper crushed the life from her. Jenny felt that itching along her bones and realized what it meant as she felt that cold alien presence growing in her mind again. She desperately didn't want to, but she couldn't not . . .
The Massassi dropped her, speared through the torso and neck with a series of several spiked tendrils that hadn't been there before. Jenraux 626 ripped them out, smiling cruelly as the warrior's alchemically-infused vitals spilled out on the ground. She could feel the Sith warrior's essence, the supernatural Force energies that had flowed through him, absorbing that energy into herself like water disappearing into a dry sponge. Jenraux looked to the remainder of the patrol as glossy black armor flowed over her torso, spine, and forearms, glistening red with blood. They were surging towards her, reaching for their weapons, but they moved so slowly.
She was going to enjoy this.
"That feels so good," Jenraux purred, retracting those spinal tendrils that had so ably eviscerated the group of Massassi. There had been four of them, but after the quick, brutal work was done they were all splattered across the alleyway and torn to bloody shreds and chunks of steaming meat, their armor rent and torn like tissue paper. The orgy of violence gave her such ecstatic pleasure as she drained their vital energies, and licking their blood off of her claws reminded her that she hadn't eaten in a long time - it would be such a shame to let so much meat go to waste.
Jenny fought back control of herself halfway through the meal, the black metallic chitin retracting back into her bones now that the danger had passed. She looked around at the shredded bodies, their stench overpowering but oh so much worse was the blood on her hands and shirt and face. The blood drained from her face as the horror of the fact that she'd been eating them hit, and a second later she felt her gorge rising. Jenny bent over double, violently purging her stomach of its unholy contents. Tears streamed down her face from the pain of having killed again, and not only that but also finding a whole new level of evil for her other to sink to. When she was done, she looked around the alley with bleary eyes, wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, and then staggered away from her hiding-spot. She couldn't stay there - she had to get away from all the death, from the alien machine in her mind sitting there silently mocking her, from the new voices adding their cruel, evil whispers to the ghosts of those she'd been forced to kill haunting her.
At least on Targaris Station she hadn't been so hungry.
Yet.
She hadn't had much of anything to eat in weeks, just scraps she rooted out of the garbage. Where another might have taken to stealing, found charity to beg, or even taken a job, Jenny knew nothing of the outside world and had no conception of how to go about those things. All she knew that was nobody had given her anything to eat or told her where to stay since being ordered aboard the escape pods after the alarms started going off on Targaris. Never a hefty girl to begin with, she was wasting down to barely more than skin and bones; she could start to trace the outlines of the machinery and bones through her skin.
The sound of a footstep nearby made Jenny look up, realizing that she'd heard a mechanical respirator approaching, the rasping breathing buried in the background noise of the city. Her eyes widened when she saw a figure in black armor - a Massassi Stormtrooper, the alien machine in her mind told her. A shiver of fear ran down her spine as the dark warrior approached, but indecision paralyzed her. She was trapped, no way to escape.
"A vagrant," the Massassi said in a deep, gravelly voice. "Where is your identification?" he demanded.
"I don't- I don't have any," Jenny admitted reluctantly, shuffling her feet nervously. "I'm sorry, I- urk!"
The Massassi bent over and picked her up by the throat, hefting the scrawny girl up as though she weighed no more than a bundle of twigs. Jenny struggled and choked, her bony hands trying to pry the stormtrooper's fingers off her throat, but to no avail. As strong as she was, he was simply so much stronger. She saw stars, her vision starting to go red around the edges as the hulking black-armored trooper crushed the life from her. Jenny felt that itching along her bones and realized what it meant as she felt that cold alien presence growing in her mind again. She desperately didn't want to, but she couldn't not . . .
The Massassi dropped her, speared through the torso and neck with a series of several spiked tendrils that hadn't been there before. Jenraux 626 ripped them out, smiling cruelly as the warrior's alchemically-infused vitals spilled out on the ground. She could feel the Sith warrior's essence, the supernatural Force energies that had flowed through him, absorbing that energy into herself like water disappearing into a dry sponge. Jenraux looked to the remainder of the patrol as glossy black armor flowed over her torso, spine, and forearms, glistening red with blood. They were surging towards her, reaching for their weapons, but they moved so slowly.
She was going to enjoy this.
"That feels so good," Jenraux purred, retracting those spinal tendrils that had so ably eviscerated the group of Massassi. There had been four of them, but after the quick, brutal work was done they were all splattered across the alleyway and torn to bloody shreds and chunks of steaming meat, their armor rent and torn like tissue paper. The orgy of violence gave her such ecstatic pleasure as she drained their vital energies, and licking their blood off of her claws reminded her that she hadn't eaten in a long time - it would be such a shame to let so much meat go to waste.
Jenny fought back control of herself halfway through the meal, the black metallic chitin retracting back into her bones now that the danger had passed. She looked around at the shredded bodies, their stench overpowering but oh so much worse was the blood on her hands and shirt and face. The blood drained from her face as the horror of the fact that she'd been eating them hit, and a second later she felt her gorge rising. Jenny bent over double, violently purging her stomach of its unholy contents. Tears streamed down her face from the pain of having killed again, and not only that but also finding a whole new level of evil for her other to sink to. When she was done, she looked around the alley with bleary eyes, wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, and then staggered away from her hiding-spot. She couldn't stay there - she had to get away from all the death, from the alien machine in her mind sitting there silently mocking her, from the new voices adding their cruel, evil whispers to the ghosts of those she'd been forced to kill haunting her.
At least on Targaris Station she hadn't been so hungry.
"My sister is alive," Talyn said in her cold monotone. She had barged into Keller Dan-Dover's room aboard his corvette without so much as a by-your-leave, waking him up in the middle of the night with nary a care for the fact that he might have preferred to wait until the morning to begin this discussion. She stood with her arms folded across her chest, her unsettling amber eyes glimmering in the dim light. "Jenraux, though there may be others. She survived the destruction of Targaris Station. You must this ship to return to Orax immediately."
Talyn wore her regular armor, rather unusual for the middle of the night - but then, over the last few weeks since the Resistance had rescued her she hadn't exactly demonstrated herself to be entirely normal. She never seemed to sleep, and but rarely evinced any sort of emotion beyond irritation and impatience. Though intelligent enough, the extent of her knowledge seemed largely wrapped around various methods of killing people and breaking things in increasingly spectacular and catastrophic ways. Talyn had remained reserved and largely apathetic, keeping her distance from the ship's crew and from Kelly himself and rebuffing most attempts at conversation. If she did interact with someone, she generally assumed a commanding mien, even if her tone was flat and her emotions practically nonexistant.
That made the look of worry on her face all the more remarkable. "Kelly, she's in danger."
