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Jedi gal of Darkness

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  1. *Brooke's eyes widened as the saber entered her midsection and her own saber clattered to the ground - still ignited but forgotten. The deafening cheers of the crowed were lost on her ears as she stared into the eyes of her enemy. She stumbled foreword slightly, her small fingers finding Sly's shoulders and grasping them tightly for support. She could feel the blood rising in her throat - feel the life leaving her faster than she had ever anticipated. Her wide angry eyes glared defiantly up at him as a thin trickle of blood escaped the corner of her mouth. With her last bit of strength she grabbed at the hilt of her dagger, still protruding from Sly's shoulder and twisted it - pushing it deeper. She watched the pain on his face as she did her best to block out her own deathly pain. She coughed and sputtered Her blood staining Sly's robes. Her knees felt weak beneath her as her strength failed her quickly and her legs began to give out. Still clutching Sly's left shoulder and her dagger she fell, the dagger cutting a longer deep gash in his shoulder as all of her weight was placed in a downward force upon it, and he fell forward beside her as she landed on the ground with a sick thud. She coughed again, blood spewing forth from her open mouth - she barely managed to make out her words* "Damn your apology..." *In her final moments all of the hatred she felt flowed forth from her and crashed into the wounded Sly. The burden of her hatred would be his to bear in her last moments alive - for the first time in her life she was free of hate, anger, and fear... the corner of her mouth twitched slightly beneath the flow of blood into a slight smile and she laughed quietly before giving in to a wrenching cough once more - and then she lay still, her eyes unseeing stared up at the bright sky... the only true smile of her life still frozen upon her bloodstained face.*
  2. *Love... an emotion she was all too familiar with, though she had come to wish it was an emotion a bit more foreign to her. The images left her dazed for a moment, but only a moment before she realized her mistake. As a sith she had used her opponents' emotions (though usually in the form of fear) against them many times... she, however, had not fallen victim to such tricks for quite some time. Experiencing 'love' once more made the faithful widow feel treacherous... as though she had befouled something within herself, and betrayed her husband's memory. It served to fuel her anger even further and it took but a moment for her eyes to go from a confused gaze to a glare that burned with all the hatred she possessed. She extinguished one end of her saber, returning to fighting with just one blade for the moment and stood ready as she glared at him. If he wanted to play dirty she was more than willing to oblige... let him see as i have seen... She locked her eyes with Sly... time for him to taste his own medicine... in short order he stood captivated by the images before him. Sly Stevenson stared at the stone floor beneath his feet, covered in the sticky blood of a woman who lay dying near by. With her last shuttering breath the lock of hair that hid her face falls away and he recognizes the woman he loved so deeply lying dead - killed by his own hand. Years later the woman returned from the dead.. he begged forgiveness, but she had none to give, his heart was shattered as she vowed vengeance; swearing that nothing but the last drops of his blood upon her hands would appease her - when she left the only emotions Sly retained were Anger, Hatred, and a deep sense of self loathing. Years more passed and he found what he thought was his redemption, a woman who loved him in spite of his faults - but she died all to soon as he held her in his helpless arms - slain by an enemy he was unable to conquer. As the images neared their end Brooke removed the dagger she always carried from within her left boot and threw it. A searing pain in Sly's left shoulder jerked him from the images - from her memories, altered to fit his own perspective. She saw his own dazed look as he was pulled from the images mingle with a flash of pain. And He felt the anger, the hatred, the helplessness, and the self-loathing - though he was unaware that the images he saw held a basis in reality. The Deep blue hilt of her silver dagger protruded from his shoulder and Brooke took one step back, holding her saber at the ready... If he wanted to play with emotions, she'd match him blow for blow...*
  3. *Brooke took in each of Sly's carefully practiced motions, her senses heightened by the force to take in all of her surroundings. Their close proximity allowed her to take in each change in his movements, each tensing muscle. Physically she knew her strength was not equal to his - and she could see in his eyes that he knew it as well. Both hands on her blade pushed against one of his own, yet still the sabers tipped closer to her... she saw her advantage quickly and took it. The other end of her saber was pointed directly at Sly; using a combination of her flexibility, balance, and the force she tipped her body backwards some, arching her back as the blades drew closer to her, simultaneously igniting the other end of her double bladed crimson saber. If sly pressed the combine sabers any further in her direction she would not be the only one injured now. The flash of indecision on his face was all the time it took for her to slip sideways slightly, taking advantage of the increased agility that came with her smaller frame, and allow both sabers to tip towards the ground, leaving her out of harm's way, and singeing only the very edge of MP's cloak with the other end of her saber. Standing slightly to the side of him, but still close, she swung one leg around to kick Sly in the back of the knee and as he fell forward slightly she brought one end of her saber, now clutched firmly in her right hand, swinging in the opposite direction towards his neck. As his saber met hers to block she stood once again with both feet firmly planted on the ground. Their combine glows lit his face and she looked down at him with hate in her eyes... and perhaps something else - something akin to respect. The saber's glow accented the angles of his face, casting shadows... the look on his face told her he thought he had her game down - but she knew better... she hadn't trained as a sith her entire life to be bested so easily... she still had a few more tricks up her sleeve.*
  4. *As Sly ran backwards away from her, Brooke stepped forward towards him, concentrating as she used the force to summon up the earth just behind his feet, creating just enough of a ledge to trip him, sending him sprawling onto his back - unfortunately he managed to maintain his grasp on his saber. In a flash she was at his side, looming over him with anger and hatred unmatched by any. She swung her blade downwards towards his exposed throat but he blocked quickly and moved out of her reach, scrambling once more to his feet. She took a single step back, and allowed a slight smirk to grace her features as she waited for his next barrage of attacks.*
  5. *Brooke's eyes stung as she tried to blink the dust from her eyes while remaining alert. She brought her saber back to an angled position quickly, using the force to maintain an awareness of Sly. Hate and Anger consumed her as she wiped the last of the dust from her eyes with her free hand, and she spun round quickly to see Sly's exposed back. Quickly she closed the distance between the two of them and swung directly for his midsection, and with speed to match her own he turned to block. Their sabers locked for the moment, she gathered each drop of hate and anger she felt and released it in the form of Force lightening - a mark of her status as a sith master. She'd managed to catch him off guard and hit his left shoulder, pleased with the flash of pain she saw in his eyes before she was force to stop by his continued pressure on her saber. The blades broke apart and she stepped back for a moment ready for his retaliation.*
  6. *One eyebrow arched elegantly as Brooke took in her opponent. Her glance was calculating, daring him to show a sign of the weakness she knew was there. Other than being overly self assured she was hard pressed to find one at that moment - she grudgingly admitted to herself that he was a worthy opponent... and she hated him all the more because of it. She tilted her head back for a moment to stretch her neck and tap into her hate. Anger came easily as always, and when she met Sly's gaze once more her eyes held a dangerous glint. She scuffed on of her boots back and forth across the dry dirt as the hot sun beat down upon them - best to know what to expect in terms of her footing. She narrowed her eyes as she took in Sly's practiced stance as she took her own similar stance, her saber angled up rather than down. She smiled darkly anticipating the inevitable carnage - death was a game... and she played it well. They stared at each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move... the first mistake. She didn't flinch under is unwavering gaze - fear was a weakness she couldn't afford. Her anger built as he stared back unmoving. Finally she stepped forward and swung her saber high... the duel began as the sabers met above their heads with a hiss. Quickly she placed a kick in his chest sending him stumbling backwards and prepared herself for his counterstrike..*
  7. *After weeks of meditation JGoD emerged from deep within the temple. With her son gone on a mission to discover himself she felt rather as though she'd lost a piece of herself - she wasn't really sure who she was without him now... he was all that she had. She made up her mind to discover just who she was once more, what it was that had driven her so in the past... reclaim the hatred that ruled her. She strode out of the temple and to her ship... half an hour later she was out of the atmosphere and on her way to the woman she had once been*
  8. *Brooke smirked from beneath her hood and pulled it back off of her head, her long golden locks falling from beneath it. She had a distinctly unimpressed look about her as she pulled her sabre from beneath her cloak, spinning it idly around in her right hand as she looked at MP - he did seem to have a flare for the dramatic. With a crack one end of her sabre ignited, the crimson blade cast an eerie light across her features as she smiled wickedly. She nodded slightly and unclasped her cloak with her left hand; it fell to the ground with a slight rustle leaving her clad in a black jump suit - more mobility without such an encumbrance. She stepped forward to meet her opponent.* "Are you sure you know what you're doing boy?"
  9. *Brooke lifted her eyes from her young sons face, away from the question begging to be answered to look at Abaddon standing in the door way. She raised an eyebrow as her eyes met his... a face she had definitly not seen in quite some time.* "Is there something we can do for you...?"
  10. *Brooke leaned back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes as the images of her husband unfolded in his lap. The ever calming images of the man she loved slaughtering the unworthy blocked temporarily from her eyes. When she opened them again Viano was already immersed in the images of Zar at the Killing fields. The look on his face calmed any doubts she may have had about showing him this... she knew now that she was doing the right thing - raising him the way Zar would have wanted her to. She used to watch this after her son went to bed, after she'd told him the fantastic tales of mighty sith... often just to remind herself that it was real... that they weren't only stories. But this time she did not watch the images of Zar... she sat silent, studying her son's face and his reaction to all that he saw.*
  11. *JGoD noted the change in her son's mannerisms with wonder... not sure of what had just happened... but quite sure that she didn't like it. She'd kept him from so much for so long... everything involving the sith had been nothing more than bed-time stories, she told them more as myths than as the stories that made up her life and the life of her husband. She knelt for a moment beside her son... perhaps it was time to really show him. Much as she disliked the idea she knew he had a right to know. Her decision made she took the small boy by the hand.* "I want to show you something Viano..." *Brooke helped her son to his feet and led him down the long corridors until they reached the temporary chambers they had been given. She walked to a small bag that sat in one corner (she liked to pack light) and shuffled its contents about for a few moments before she found what she was looking for... a holocron from her own private collection... one of the few she bothered to carry with her. She turned to face her son who was looking at her as though she had sprouted an extra head. She placed the holocron in her son's tiny hand before sitting upon her bed and watching him with the loving eyes of a mother who knows her son is growing older...*
  12. *JGoD raced down the halls after her son... he had a tendency to run off without so much as a backward glance. As she approached the chamber Ryanuk, Viano, and Cineon stood in she stopped, hanging back in the shadows and watched. She smirked as she listened to Cineon's words... this one had potential. Instinctively she stepped forward as he knelt beside her son, ready to protect him as always... though she knew that she needn't worry. She walked up to stand behind Viano, laying a hand on his shoulder she spoke to Cineon..* "You'll have to forgive my son, he's a terribly inquisitive little boy..." *She shifted her gaze momentarily to Raynuk, still angry at him...* "You must also forgive master Raynuk... he suffers from delusions of grandeur..."
  13. *Brooke sat shocked for a moment as her son ran into her arms but regained herself quickly and returned the hug... willing this moment to last a lifetime. Viano was her world.. he was all she had.. and she knew that eventually she would have to give him up... let him become who he needed to be. But for now she could hold him, as she had for the past four years, and know the she was his world too. In a voice almost too low for Viano to hear she wispered:* "I already am..."
  14. *She recognized the look in her son's eyes... she'd seen it in her husband's eyes so many times... and, long ago, she had seen it when she looked in the mirror. She smiled slightly as she nodded..* "I promise.."
  15. *JGoD closed her eyes in silent defeat... questions she never wanted to answer... phrases she'd never truely wanted to hear... not from the mouth of her son. With a brief angry glance at Raynuk she knelt before her son and took his tiny hands in her own.* "Your father... is not coming back..." *The hardest part out of the way she looked down at the floor... not wanting to see the expression on Viano's face.* "He was a great warrior Viano... but one day you'll best us both... you'll be better than your father ever was... better than i ever could be..."
  16. *JGoD snapped out of her daze and gazed down at her son... she had done it again, like she had so many times in the past... she had lost herself in another time and place. The halls she was walking had turned into those of the old sith temple, and years had lifted from her shoulders as her mind wandered... she may not look much older than she had then.. but she felt it. And as she looked upon her son she realized just how much older she was... widowed and alone with nothing left to her but the need to raise her son as he would have wanted it. She looked down at the small device clutched in her son's hand..* "... where did you get that?" *Her eyes opened wide as she looked at her son's face, alight with some sort of understanding... the sort of peace that comes with finally knowing... or as much of that as could be present in a toddler's face at the very least.* "how.... how much did you see?" *She could feel her voice shake and she closed her eyes for a moment, uttering a silent prayer that he had not seen the end.... and that he had not heard it all... not born witness to the tragedy that haunted her every night...*
  17. OOC: you rang?... IC: *JGoD's lips curled into a half smile as she nodded in agreement to bishop's words. They certianly did age quickly. With a respectable nod in LAP's direction she reached down and grasped Viano's little hand.* "Come Viano, we'll leave first thing tomorrow... i expect my ship will have been restored to working order by then. For now we have other things to attend to. If you'll excuse me Ar-Pharazon, Bishop... I'm sure i'll be seeing you later." *Still holding Viano's hand she guided him away from the others and back into the long dark corridors, smiling as only a mother could at the wonder and curiosity in her son's eyes.*
  18. ((Finals are done.. i'm home! yay!)) *JGoD glanced down at her son.. ever the indulgent mother.* "Then you shall come with me my son..." *Her eyes lifted once more to the face of LAP, a man she had not seen for many years. His face was shadowed as always.* "I'm afraid you are mistaken, I never fell... it was for my son that I left... though i admit my timing was less than oppertune."
  19. *JGoD watched the blood trickle down her son's neck and her heart wrenched.. that had been her doing. She gathered Viano up into her arms and held him close, holding a hand to the bleeding wound on his neck in an effort to stem the flow of blood. She could feel the force within him at such close proximity - stronger than it had ever been. Her son was growing there was no denying it... much as she may wish to. She clutched him a little closer for that moment, trying to savor the moment, so she could remember it when the boy was too old for such moments of weakness. Holding him there on the stone floor she knew she could not bring him with her this time. She shook her head as she looked down at the small boy.* "Mommy has to go away for a little while, by herself. But I'll be back my little warrior... and when i return, I'll tell you grand stories about your father... does that sound fair? And remember ... I may not be here, but I'll always be right here if you need me." *She pointed to the place on the boy's chest where his heart resided... corny perhaps.. but, she hoped, effective. She held him tighter to her chest for a moment before loosening her grip... he'd chosen her.. and that was all that mattered. But unfortunatly Raynuk had been right about one thing... she could not change fate... and his destiny lay with the sith, much as she may have denied it. She pulled the little boy up by his hand into a standing position. And lead him down the hall towards Raynuk's retreating form.*
  20. *JGoD watched Viano hide his face in the moments before Raynuk released her. And as Raynuk walked away JGoD spared him little if any thought. Quietly she knelt beside her son, lifting his face to look at hers.* "Whatever happens my son... you must never look away... do you understand?" *She waited for the boy to nod and noted the fear within his eyes. She let her eyes drop to the boy's neck, still red from the heat of her sabre.* "One day perhaps you shall forgive me for what i have done here, and maybe some day you will understand... but for now i will not expect it of you Viano - my little warrior. You are a strong boy, your father would be proud of you... in his memory it is only proper that i allow you to make your own choice here and now. Mommy needs to go away for a little while, and I would love to take you with me... but if it is your wish to stay I will not stand in your way any longer." *She knew it was quite a question to ask someone so young.. but she had seen the look in his eyes... the power followed by fear... he was on his way to becoming everything she had ever hoped he would be - but the thought held little joy for her now as she remember her own struggles in the past. She kissed the frightened boy's forehead and looked him in the eyes once more.* "Whatever you choose... mommy will always love you... and I promise I will be here whenever you have need of me..."
  21. *Any other day - yes that about summed it up.. any other day she might have struggled against his grip, might have landed a nicely placed kick forcing him off of her... but today was not any other day and she'd reached the end of her rope. She looked across the floor at Viano and clenched her teeth.. she'd lost already - she knew what he would become - what he was born into. He was lost to the darkness the moment he was born... just as she was... history would repeat itself quite nicely.. and just as she had watched her own father kill her mother - perhaps he would see his mother die at the hands of his father's best friend* "Do it... for you shall not have your way otherwise..."
  22. *Brooke smirked* "Lovely" *The sabre inched closer to her son's neck, burning some of the tender skin on the surface - she felt the boy shake, heard him whimper... and she pulled the blaster she carried at her side out and pointed it straight at Raynuk's forehead, now no more than 2 feet away.* "Tempt me.. i dare you..." *She turned off her sabre with a snap and clipped it back to her belt.* "You were right about one thing... i wouldn't do that to my own son... but you don't have the lugxury of being my son Raynuk..." *Her finger itched to pull the trigger and her grip on the gun tightened.* "I ask simply that you let us go... is that so hard?"
  23. *Her eyes were wide with hatred, she no longer knew quite what she was doing, the boy at her side continued to cower and shiver. She looked Full on at Raynuk with a chilling gaze as she grabbed her son's wrist and pulled him in front of her with her left hand. With her right hand she grasped her sabre from her belt and ignited it.. holding it to the small child's neck so that he could feel the heat.* "Let us go now or you will have failed in Zar's final request... neither of us shall be safe, for once i'm through with my son my life will be next. Perhaps you will not listen to my request... but will you go back on your word to him?"
  24. *Hatred boiled deep within her and her eyes narrowed to slits. She didn't know whether to scream or just hit him... her sabre forgotten at her side. She opted to yell back.* "Yes i am his protector.. and he is all i have I will not stand by and allow you to rob me of him. You're right - you have changed... but the way i see it you are weaker than you ever were before and you have lost what little wisdom you ever possessed. I counted you as my brother once... but that man is dead - nothing but a charlatan has taken his place" *The air grew cold around her as her rage grew ”“ goose-bumps appeared on Viano's skin at her side and she felt him shiver - but she didn't care.. not right now. Her eyes were dark with hatred and it rolled off of her in waves, polluting the air all around her.* "I will ask you again... let us go..."
  25. *Brooke clutched Viano tighter to her side... she looked Raynuk dead in the eyes.* "You always come back to the day that i let you into the temple... you say i was kind to you on that day. You loved me once too... do you remember that? Repay the kindness and show me it was real... let me leave this place now and we shall call it equal.. i was wrong to have come back here - even more so to have brought Viano here... allow me to rectify that wrong or i shall force you to do so... to not tempt me Raynuk... i watched you train and grown into the sith you are now.. i know your weaknesses..."
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