Vernza-Torrah

[Exodus]

Smothering the atmosphere with a distinct exposure of exhaust, spilling from the heap of machinery that just passed as an excuse for transport carrier. Senses apparently tingled as he pummeled through the clouded regions of the planet and examined an incredible force that lingered within. It was monstrous and towered over the many that inhabited the lands. Exodus knew this must be it, and therefore brought the ship into a decent landing point, unbuckling himself and lifting his Master with the remaining strength left in him, still remaining as careful as ever, kicking down the shuttle doors and entering the air of which he had never once before inhaled..

[Alora]

Alora felt the engines changing beneath her, though she didn't regain consciousness. She was falling, her pain overwhelming in it's intensity.

 

In a room of great beauty, one man walked towards her, his trenchcoat unmistakably familiar. She rose gracefully from her bed, moving across the room to meet him. The two lovers embraced, the man swinging the woman around in a circle as they kissed. Alora's bright violet eyes looked into Tekkan's emerald orbs. "I've never stopped loving you... you are in my heart... always... I love you Tekkan..."

 

Unwittingly she had reached out to her one true love, the darkness closing in as her life slipped closer to being extinguished...

[Slaanesh]

Having taken the pleasure of cleaning up and resting her mortal form, slaanesh was surprised when she felt an injured and unconcious alora drop out of hyperspace with what felt to be her apprentice. Standing up, she reached out and tapped into the minds of her healers and surgeons, having them ready a clean area for healing and possibly surgery. When the ship landed, a group of slaanesh's female servants silently took alora to the medical center. Slaanesh personally met the newcomer. Pulling his name out of his mind, she simply said.

 

"Alora will be taken care of Exodus. Im known by many as slaanesh. Is there... anything you need?" Slowly she eyed the apprentice up and down.

 

Fresh meat is always more enjoyable... And sith usually enjoy a little pain too... hmmm

 

Slaanesh decided to let the boy have some rest, but to do a little something for him. Leaning close to him, she kissed him gently on the cheek, sending a bolt of pure pleasure and energy through him, awakening him and refreshing him.

[Exodus]

All within but a single moment, fear, concern, death - It was all shattered just by a single touch. His entire body echoed with a tingling sensation that left him at a loss for words. This was most unexpected and his nobility was easily set aside. Resistance against such was futile, although his body sparked with an incredible amount of regeneration, almost instantly mending itself with one touch. She was truly amazing and held beauties like no other. After moments, he then realized the words she spoke, her name - he once heard it before. It was possible she was the one with such tremendous power, she held what others could not possibly dream of - but this was news to him.

 

"Excuse my rudeness, mi'lady."

 

With a simple nod in affection, Exodus would bow before the well defined woman and smile with a most intriguing expression. Her words ever so desirable, every passing moment he fought to keep himself from lunging at her and ravaging her with passion. But he kept himself intact, merely teasing with his own facial beneficials and then almost whispering;

 

".. A place to sleep?"

[Alora]

Again Alora was aware of movement around her, of being probed with medical instruments, of the activity of many. She was injected with something and her pain vanished, a sigh of relief passing her cracked and bloodied lips. She slipped into a deep sleep, hoping that when she next woke she would be whole and hale once more...

[Zadkiel]

Zad popped his neck observing the mesmerizing fluid inside the orb he wore. He could feel two new presences on the planet”¦but neither of them held a level of power anywhere near that of the one who brought him here. Slowly he moved towards the door, concentrating on the one that had brought him here.

 

Without hesitation he made his way through the halls and rooms until he came upon two others. A young man and an extraordinarily beautiful woman, apparently it was the female that held such power. He had been caught off guard by such, but did not allow it to show as he approached.

 

”œHello, I am Zadkiel. I believe you are the one that brought me to this place”¦tell me, why?”

[Slaanesh]

Considering Exodus's words, slaanesh was about to invite him into her own chambers when her soon to be champion strode out to the landing pad, questioning her in a slightly curt tone. Gesturing to a servant, Exodus was led to a fresh set of bedchambers to sleep. By the time he awoke, his master would be whole again, albeit with a fair deal of mechanics and synthetics.

 

Sliding her hands up onto her hips, Slaanesh simply said

"I required your presence. Is there a problem with that?" As she spoke, she seemed to slowly float forwards, until she was standing right infront of him. Gently reaching out and playing with the pink orb around his neck, She smiled, and manipulated the energies within it. Soon the orb almost seemed to be pulsating, sending gentle waves of calming energy through its wearer.

[Alora]

When Alora woke again, she felt no pain. Her body felt different... whole again. When she opened her eyes, it was to find her body no longer broken, burnt, bloodied, shattered and battered. She sat up, alittle stiff but not too bad, the medical staff having manipulated her limbs to get them mobile once more. Her missing arm had been replaced with a full ceramic bone structure and covered in synthetic polymer muscles and flesh. Her hands went up to her face, noting that she could feel normally with the new limb. Where her skin had been burnt and torn, it had been replaced by an extremely soft, very supple synth skin. Her teeth had been replaced with extremely tough hollow enamel casts of teeth which could be filled with anything she wanted, so she could effectively rip out a tooth and use it as a grenade if she wanted to.

 

The speciallist explained to her that because her entire body had been shattered, her bone structure had been reset in ultrathermic ceramic armour. All of the joints were reconnected with programmable polymer connections, meaning she would now be far more flexible and faster. She would also be able to 'take' alot more if she were beaten up again, which as far as she was concerned, she didn't want to have happen again. Alora hadn't been given any major mechs, apart from a chip in her brain to automatically control the joint connections. She would have synaptic control over the sensitivity of her nerves, meaning she will be able to shut out pain, or enhance feelings and that she has just been built up to a sex beast, and a killing machine.

 

She stretched sensuously, admiring the all female staff and reached out to see where Syn... or rather Darth Exodus... was. It seemed he was asleep, her hostess now with another male. Alora rose from the bed, slipping into a transparent, silk robe and moved through to where Slaanesh and her companion were.

 

Alora stood proudly, feeling very feminine, her violet eyes holding an intimate emotion as she gazed upon Slaanesh, ignoring the inferior male as she thanked, then enquired if she could do anything to please the Goddess.

[Zadkiel]

Her voice”¦it was something new, he had never heard such an amazing voice before. He thought over his response for a few seconds, but before he could speak she had seemed to just float over to him?

 

”œI”¦no there is”¦no problem with that at all.”

[Exodus]

There was only silence in the void filled with nothingness”¦ nothing, but a soul filled it. Secrete, seemingly insignificant, compared to the titans of the universe. But a spark of life was strong there, filled with such hope, such power, such”¦ sadness. And when one tried to sense if it was truly there, not just an illusion created by the wild, vivid imagination of an observer, they saw only death.

 

A blind spot. There wasn't a void surrounding it, it was the void that wasn't a void at all, the silence in the symphony of the Force. Such a peaceful thing, the silence. It almost seemed to be completely calm in its strange slumber. A sleep without awakening.

 

But then, against all odds, thoughts, possibilities, a voice, elderly and directive, entered the mind. And, being commanding in its nature, it gave a simple order, an order that perhaps changed the fate of the sleeping warrior.

 

Awaken.

 

The mind obeyed without question, commanding the body to do the same. Vivid emerald eyes, warm, like the grass of a sunlit meadow, but still drowsy from the strange slumber, opened sleepily. The presence of a liquid surrounding the body, preventing movement, was noted. Slowly, consciousness began slipping again.

 

But before it could escape for good, the strange liquid was gone, leaving cold durasteel pressing against an even cooler cheek. With a low moan, consciousness returned, the soul found its place in the healed body. Summoning all strength and power, persuading muscles to function, the human arose, straightening up. Green eyes swiftly scanned the room.

 

Alone, unarmed and exposed not only due to the lack of clothing, the Lord, the outcast of humanity, Exodus stood tall and proud. His hair was soaked, plastered to his neck and clinging to his cheeks with a combination of sweat. The muscles in his legs soothed with comfort as the yet again rich, abundant miasma of the dark side called to him so clearly, so close, so easy and so powerful.

 

He gripped the handles of his lightsaber tightly, feeling the cold metal ridges digging securely into his palms. Dashing, left, right and center, Exodus flashed momentarily in each and every direction, Manipulating the sense of combat that was already evident to his mind-set. The brutality of his swipes and well executed attacks were fuelled by his restored darkened essences, basking within his soul. There was no where to go, nothing to do - And so naturally, he improved. Examining the flaws within his own technique and elminating the bad habit to the best of his ability. This would definately take some time, but he worked at it, even as the hours flew by and his powers drained by the clock.

[Slaanesh]

Licking her lips slowly, slaanesh simply said

"Your both coming with me..."

 

A few servants heard the comment, and took the hint. A bell was tolled, and bell towers near by began tolling their bells, the signal spreading across the entire planet within 15 minutes, aided by slaanesh's alteration of a few minds. Soon the entire population of verzah torrah was enjoying the pleasures of the nearest person.

 

Leading alora and zad into her own chambers, slaanesh spread her arms wide, wearing nothing but a seductive smile as she showed the two the beauties of her chambers, and her own beauty.

[Alora]

Alora followed Slaanesh to her chambers, knowing from her previous visit what time it was. She wondered where Orshin was as she slipped out of the silk robe, turning to observe Zad. Alora plucked his name from his mind as she gave him a seductive smile.

 

She briefly touched Exodus' mind... Be sure to enjoy yourself my old apprentice... It would take a while for her to not refer to him by that rather than as another Lord. One of Slaanesh's servants handed her the hilt that she would... require... while on Verzah Torrah, mentioning that the other's were with her new set of robes. Her old robes, even though they had been reinforced were tattered from the beating she had taken at the last battle, and stained from being saturated by her own blood.

 

 

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Edited September 27, 2005 by Guest

[Exodus]

Suddenly revitalized, Exodus leaped to his feet, re-igniting his lightsaber. Within his rage, he felt his mind focus with and intensity that he had never known. Using that rage, he lashed out and firmly ceased control of the Force. He instantly felt its power burning through his body, scouring his mind. Exodus had never known that the Force could feel this way. He felt invincible, untouchable. His body sung in ecstasy at the powerful forces coursing through his being.

 

The young Sith Lord returned his lightsaber forms, with a new ferocity and vigor. The blade flashed wickedly back and forth between the different moves with speed and aggressiveness that he had not possessed a moment before. In his mind, imaginary foes fell beneath the wicked blade of his weapon, utterly incapable of hiding from the wrath that he poured out upon them.

 

In his mind he pictured the bane of his master, with his rottening appearance, standing before him. Exodus felt his anger turn up another notch and quickly focused it to a red, hot point. The Force seemed to surge within him like a wild beast, begging to have its violence unleashed. The young Sith Lord brought his weapon to bear, prepared to vanquish his imaginary foe using all of his anger and hatred.

 

He felt the blood slow draining out of his knuckles, as his grip on the lightsaber's handle tightened furiously. All indecision seemed to withdraw from his heart as he considered the completely remorseless killer before him. All that remained was an all-encompassing desire to plunge the blade of his weapon into this creature's heart.

 

Just as he was preparing to make the killing stroke, Exodus felt a small, but distinctive ripple in the Force. Every muscle in his body froze as his mind slowly began to comprehend what that disturbance meant. A visitor was close by, probably looking for him. The young Sith Lord felt a growl of frustration slowly start to rise within his throat. Though he was loathed to release the wonderful rush of power now coursing through him, he wondered who it could be.

 

"Lord Exodus?"

 

Exodus hid a quick grimace by turning it into a painful smile. The seductive power that he had been wielding just a few moments earlier still called to him, still promised him relief from the painful emotions that now plagued him. Even now, he wanted nothing more but to return to it's dark embrace.

 

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[Zadkiel]

Zad inwardly flinched as he heard the women speak. Not often did a person hear those words and it turn out good”¦but then he heard the bell towers tolling. He shook his head briefly, preparing for the worst, but when they arrived into what seemed to be someone's personal chambers then the feelings changed. He took in their hostess's body, running his eyes over every portion of it.

 

He tried to fight back a grin at his situation, but he didn't know how the other was going to react to this. He turned just in time to see her slipping out of her silk robe and meeting his gaze. He took in her body as he had done the other, both were magnificent specimens”¦

 

He did not need to be told what to do at this point. He began to undo the buttons on his shirt, once finished he allowed it to fall to the floor. Looking from one to the other he spoke.

 

”œLadies”¦”

[Alora]

Alora rose from the bed, following suit by bathing, taking care of her sore back as she carefully washed. The servants brought a new set of robes for her, startling shades of both vivid and pastal pinks and yellows as well as being re-enforced like her previous set of robes had been.

 

As she dressed her weapons were placed upon a dresser ready for her to place about her belt loops. She gave thought to what she would soon need to do. Firstly she would need a new ship.

[Exodus]

Now, there are those who say that power should be shunned and feared. They are failed Siths, these beings, with no more wit than the organic molecules that preceded life. Less, even--molecules at least know the value of order. Power--true power--never corrupts the strong: it sanctifies it with an essence all to ecstatic. It is a siren song to lesser beings, the true seduction.

 

The Zabrak, a blood buried within him. A storm of untamed emotions, barely kept in check by such a fine mental control, a power of will seen in few other races. What a species - and what a specimen. His people's traditional tattoos became, for him, a diagram of hatred. He was to become a masterpiece, a pinnacle of fury. No mere bounty hunter or assassin, a Sith Lord is the embodiment of both defiance and fear. Defiance of extinction, that long, looming darkness.

 

Of all the emotions Darth Exodus feels none to motivate him like hate. Embedded with a disdain of the Jedi, Exodus has immersed himself in the Dark Side and embraced all he feels it has to offer. Power through hate, control through fear.

 

His meticulous training has taught him that. Months of practice have granted him not only command of the Force, but a skill with his edged lightsaber known to but only a few. His grace and fluidity with the traditional Sith weapon has allowed him to disperse many an enemy with frightening quickness. He has taken all his former master's teachings to heart, most especially that his greatest ally is fear.

 

While the completion and preparation of his stolen ship was finalized, Exodus would make expose a mental pattern towards Alora, she would hear and she would come. Turning to the female servants that pleased him with their very prescence, he whispered in a most sly manner.

 

"Send my condolences to Slaanesh. We will be departing now."

 

Noticing the shadows of Alora lurking into the ship almost unknowingly, Exodus followed and prep'd launch. Without word or exchange of thoughts, Exodus finally influenced his own train of thought and spoke with a spine.

 

"We're returning to thee academy. Prepare yourself."

 

That was all, the ship plummeted into space with a defeaning crack, shattering the formation of clouds and lighting a remarkable spark at the end of their temporary vessel..

 

[Yes, Alora informed me to move her character as well.]

[Zadkiel]

Zad rose up from the bed a while after Alora had taken her leave. He was rather tired, but decided to take a shower first. Slowly he made his way towards what looked to be the refresher. His mind ran over the scene that had occurred not to long ago, it was enjoyable”¦one could even venture to say mind blowing, but certainly it could be better then that.

 

After finishing up in the refresher he found some servants and asked them for some sort of clothing. They gave him a pair of silky boxers which would do just fine for the time being. He idly made his way back to the bed and lay down on it, allowing blissful sleep to consume him and help reenergize him.

[ObliviousKnight]

In the depths of meditation, Armiena vaguely heard Alora speak. She acknowledged her voice and the information it conveyed, but she never really took notice of it. The Jedi Knight could trust her--after all, why would the younger woman have saved her from the Imperials if she had some vile purpose planned for her?

 

Right on schedule, consciousness returned and Armiena rose to the surface of the now lukewarm water. With the aid of the Force, she was now completely refreshed, though her lingering wounds still smarted despite the care of her host. The Jedi Knight ignored the pain; she had endured far worse than a few partially healed blaster creases. The woman changed into one of the extravagent bath robes that her host had kindly provided and headed into the guest quarters.

 

"Oh, my..." Armiena was rather... stunned by the opulent quarters. Although she always had maintained comfortable living quarters on her own ships, to call these chambers luxurious was to make a grand understatement. She was clearly aboard a space yacht, and an unusually well-crafted one at that. Without hesitation, she strode towards Alora, feeling the familiar sensation of the ship's hull moving under her feet. Wherever they were, they had just left hyperspace.

 

"Shall we begin?" She smiled as she sat on the bed beside Alora, slightly surprised by her own straightfowardness.

[Alora]

Alora smiled at her, indicating for her to remove her robe and lie down on the bed. She poured some of the lotions onto her hands, and rubbed them together, serving to warm up the cool liquid. She then began a soothing massage over Armiena's back, very gently over the wounds. She kneaded the muscles, removing the tension and knots from shoulders and back. She heard a satisfied sigh as the jedi sank into the mattress. She finished up and gently caressed her face.

 

"Just lie here and I'll take us down to land..."

 

Alora heard a soft murmur from her before she rose and headed back to the cockpit. She took the ship in to land, contacting Slaanesh that she had a 'gift' for her and requested that she come to Alora's ship.

 

Once on the ground, she headed back into the guest chambers. Sitting beside Armiena she released more pheromones, slowly bringing her force sense back but only a hint of it, as if she were new to powers...

 

"Are you comfortable? We're here."

[ObliviousKnight]

The murmur that Alora heard when she left for her yacht's cockpit was an incoherent babble of relaxation. It was Armiena's intention to say something along the lines of "I have absolutely no problem with that," in response to her suggestion that she simply relax on the yielding bed. However, due to the fact that her muscles had been turned into something that vaguely resembled putty by her host's masterful hands, her reply came out something like this:

 

"Ahhaaaaaooohohoheeaaahhh......" Fortunately for the young Jedi Knight's dignity, her moan of pleasure was out of earshot.

 

When Alora returned, she was exactly where the younger woman had left her--lying chest-down on the elegant bed, her naked, muscular back rising and falling slowly as she breathed.

 

"I am... very comfortable..." And yet, Armiena reflected as she felt a peculiar warmth take her, not quite as comfortable as could be under the circumstances...

[Alora]

Alora smiled, she stretched her hands above her head, yawning and laying across the bed beside her.

 

"Been a long eventful day. I've brought you to Vernza-Torrah. My mistress, Slaanesh, has very skilled healers here. I learnt some of my skills here. Massage is so restful isn't it."

 

She gently caressed the woman beside her.

 

"I know a couple of other jedi. Don't know if you would know them or not. Andon Colos and Fynn Relmis? Great with the lip service I must say... I only wonder what they're like in the sack... not so gentle as Slaanesh can be though..."

 

Alora laughed, letting the woman beside her know that she liked men as well as women...

[Slaanesh]

Slaanesh felt the presence of a jedi, and streched out to it, interested. Gently curling her own presence around the womans, she tugged gently upon it, infusing the desire for the woman to meet slaanesh in person, to... experience her.

 

Calling to alora through the force, she said

 

"Come, bring her, you have most definately aroused my interest."

[Alora]

Alora sat up, reaching for the robe for Armiena and pulling her to her feet, helping to place it around her.

 

"Come... I'd like you to meet my Mistress..."

 

She led the way out of her ship and into Slaanesh's temple...

[ObliviousKnight]

Armiena smiled slightly as she followed Alora towards Slaanesh's temple. There was a playful gleam dancing about her emerald eyes, as though she managed to find some peculiar humor in this situation.

 

"Yes... I'd like that." Her voice was breathy, as though she was knocked speechless by some alluring influence.

[Slaanesh]

When alora and armiena entered slaanesh's temple, they were greeted by slaanesh herself.

 

"Well, alora, youve brought me a jedi. How considerate. Ive been watching this one for a little while. In some ways, she even outshines you my dear."

 

She looked at alora, smiling a little, before moving forwards and caressing armiena's cheek.

[Alora]

Alora was alittle taken aback by that, though swallowed her pride.

 

"How so Mistress?"

 

She dropped Armiena's hand, stepping back from her and dropping the pretense of being a non force user, wondering what the woman would think now that she was in the presence of a Sith Master as well as the Goddess Slaanesh. The pheromones still floated upon the air.

[ObliviousKnight]

Armiena closed her emerald eyes slightly the being known as Slaanesh ran her smooth hand over her cheek. She leaned forward into the contact, a half-dozen pleasurable sensations quivering through her body as the being's fingertips caressed her skin. However, the young woman sensed another presence suddenly open up right beside her, and it was unquestionably dark.

 

"Perhaps it is because I have fought to remain a free spirit... rather than a slave to the Dark Side, my Lord," Armiena stiffened slightly and drew herself to her full height, gathering to herself an almost regal air. There was no questioning that Force-presence, Armiena was in the company of an incredibly potent being... and a powerful Sith. With her lightsabers and other weapons in the Sith's ship, she knew that she really didn't stand a chance against these two more powerful women.

 

However, in a realm in which Armiena was a complete stranger and when her life had been saved by someone she would have ordinarily considered a mortal enemy, did such allegiances matter? It was an interesting dilemma for the young Jedi Knight--should she follow her duty and obey Jedi discipline, or should she accept the fact that she really wanted to be here?

 

Ultimately, she chose the latter. Conflict, she decided, served absolutely no purpose in this place. All that mattered was experiencing... this place and what it had to offer to its fullest.

 

"That was rude of me. Forgive me..." Still not looking at Alora, Armiena apologized. In a place like this mysterious planet, she wanted absolutely nothing to come between them.

[Slaanesh]

Looking to alora once again, slaanesh moved a little shock into her voice.

 

"Why my dear, I hold no doubts that you are far more alluring than armiena here, but she is of pure spirit. There is more than one kind of beauty, and i doubt i could accuse you of being pure of spirit. As far as you are concerned, it would be an accusation."

 

And with those few simple sentences, slaanesh taught alora the first of many lessons she had to offer. Far too many people were caught up in the allures and pleasures of physical beauty to stand back and admire the qualities of spiritual beauty. Although armiena was indeed a very beautiful woman, her spirit and naievity left a far different impression upon slaanesh.

[Alora]

"Some of us didn't get a choice in the matter, or much of one anyway. Mine was become a sith or die. Colos thought to 'save' me... he was too late." Alora answered Armiena, her voice taking on slight distain. "As for the Imperials, I didn't want them to keep you. Simple as that. If I didn't get you out of there I'm sure Slaanesh would have..."

 

Pure of spirit indeed... She'd tapped into the city holos of the previous battle and had seen what had happened between this one and Nahstaa... and how her 'spirit' had darkened with the call of the darkside when she had killed the other... She took the scolding, her spine straightening with indignation. Alora had been on the brink of death many times, had even been brought back from it... of course her spirit could never be pure again... it hadn't been pure since her meeting with Raynuk and he had force choked her, and later hit her with force lightning.

 

"I do not doubt your word Mistress, of course a Jedi would have a pure spirit compared to a Sith. Was there anything else?"

 

Alora felt like stalking out of the temple, lashing out at something... anything. She had alot of frustrations built up, anger at the Imperials to begin with, and then to be put down by her mistress, also tensions of other kinds as well. She had no idea where Tekkan was either, hadn't seen him for a very long time. Added up, it wasn't doing anything for her present frame of mind. She didn't know who was pulling the strings behind the Imperials but she didn't agree with the sith joining in the attack on Coruscant this time.

[Zadkiel]

Zad had long ago cleaned up, now he was just moving about the temple. The decorations where amazing, the servants looked far better then most other beings he had ever seen. He had no real job here, nothing really to do other then what he was currently doing. Slaanesh had once again left him, he couldn't seem to get her in one spot long enough to ask if she would train him.

 

He heard a familiar sound, a alluring scent touched upon his nostrils as they flared up to bring in as much as the smell as possible. He swiftly and quietly made his way through the hallway and towards the room that held the Sith woman and Slaanesh. He entered, but paused in order to not interrupt. He bowed slightly to Slaanesh and Alora, looking over the third in the room with a curious interest.