Kyrie Eleison Posted December 19, 2017 Share Posted December 19, 2017 As the captured Carrack Cruiser docked with the Imperial Star Destroyer, The Misericordia, Kyrie glanced around at her troopers and their prisoners. Her squads had taken losses, and she could feel the hum of nerves in the Force, highlighted with grief. The surviving slaves were in zipcuffs, huddled under gunpoint, their tear streaked faces frozen in fear and the rush of emotion that came with the disabling of the hivemind that had controlled them for years. The Auxiliaries of Foy were the first to disembark, taking with them all the slaves but one, a girl who had identified herself as Ash Bladerai, a crimson haired girl of fourteen standard years of age. She had testimony relevant to the prosecution of the pirates, and Kyrie knew her Empress would need to hear it. Kalimore himself was dragged by The Imperial Commandos, his face a mix of pain and smugness. It disgusted her to see his fixed smile, it was an advantage of those that chose evil, they knew they would always have mercy. Hadran Narraghmore led Ash beside the Imperial Knight as they all made their way to the bridge. As the lift doors slid open, Kyrie tossed the Hutt on his flabby face before her Empress, a ten meter toss that left him wailing in cowardly fear and pain from his wounds. The Imperial KNight held her gloved hand before her as she approached Raven, the Force pressing the flabby Hutt into the decking “Empress, we have taken the ship, and this girl has a tale I wish you to hear” Ash stepped forward, her pale hand holding the side of her head where a bacta patch covered a shallow wound made by a stray flechette. Her voice trembled, but she spoke with defiance of her captivity, and the abuses made on her by the Hutt and his crew. The sordid tale of sexual and physical abuse made several of Bridgecrew teary eyed, and it brought a flame to Kyrie’s heart. Such injustice on the weak and innocent would not go unpunished. “Empress… That is one of hundreds of charges to bring against this Hutt, all relevant interviews have been holorecorded for whatever court we are to use. I request the Empire’s justice.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kyrie Eleison Posted February 8, 2018 Share Posted February 8, 2018 As Kyrie’s unmarked ship exited hyperspace over the former criminal world of Nar Shaddaa, she could feel it in the Force. A mighty storm of unending power. Currents dragging all life to its center, but at that center there was no peace. There was only violent delights and the dancing of demons. She looked to Aidan, passing him a reassurance in her words. “Reach out, feel this planet as we make our approach. To me, once all the rust and ruin are torn away, all that is left is the entropy of the Force. Chaos and disorder that even the Empire cannot put right.” The Imperial Knight breathed in a breath of the recycled air, and let the Force fall about her, her own flames growing as she felt every injustice. “This storm is life, the end stage of fallen men. Avarice, Rage, and pounding drums of wretched misery. Life lost to evil.” She shook her head as she reached further. She could feel the small bulwarks forming against evil’s storm, like trees they stood unbreaking in the wind, but could not bring it to heal. The Empire. As the shuttle touched down in the underlevels, she could feel the disease about her. Darkness looming, threatening to consume them both. They were out of the green zone and into uncharted territory where no Imperial Soldier dared yet tread. ...Balance… As the evil grew in strength, be it from pirates of Sith, so grew the Empire and its Knights. In her own reflection she saw corruption spreading, taking the form of her lost sister. She breathed out, casting out her flames in the force like beacon for any to see. A pyre upon which evil would burn. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kyrie Eleison Posted March 9, 2018 Share Posted March 9, 2018 Kyrie brushed her nail-bitten fingers through her hair as she reviewed the plans passed to her by Moff Hohenlohe as they were livestreamed to her arm-mounted datacom. There was always flaws, but she would not be an example of typical Jedi incompetence. The failure to act in the face of Sith atrocity would be paramount to condoning the death of innocents. She was a revanchist now, and she was called to act. A drip of sadness passed through her soul, carrying with it the icy fear of death. She breathed in a gasp of sickening air, sweet with ozone as a gust of wind passed through the alleyway in which she stood. She nudged the body at her feet, observing the pattern her lightsaber had carved as it had passed through the broken Devorian. He had been in the process of mugging a young couple when she had cut him down. The Empire had to act in the name of the law. A ghastly growl permeated her headphones, cutting through the comms chatter of the special forces that were patrolling the red zone ...Our people are dying. Sith atrocities pile up as the galaxy waits. She could feel its beastly pressure on her mind, a soul driven insane by the storm of darkness that was consuming a primeval world. Kyrie winced as she expelled the spirit from her mind. Another Sith trap. But one we cannot ignore. She shook her head, long braids of ebony hair bouncing around her pale neck as she activated her complink. “Hohenlohe, tell the Jedi they have my full support, and will join them if they desire it.” To her Commandoes, she issued a recall order. The war for Nar Shaddaa would still be there when they returned. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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