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Post by Revan Jast on Apr 3, 2007 17:08:44 GMT -4
Selas cursed under his breath.
"Sora, whats going on, dammit!"
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Post by Force_Flow on Apr 4, 2007 17:22:08 GMT -4
Jaskia balled her fists as no one answered Selas. With one quick motion, she took the comlink out of Sora's belt and answered for him."Scout's dead, Selas. The mission was a waste of time." She was surprised her voice was thick with guilt and pain. "The rest of us are coming back."
She turned off the com, and though she made no sound, she was screaming, raging on the inside. Now she just lied to Selas! Great. So this was what grief did to her? Everyone was going back to the back, but she and Nait wouldn't.
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Post by Revan Jast on Apr 5, 2007 10:50:06 GMT -4
Selas closed his eyes and sighed.
"They believe Scout is dead. Nice trick, Vader. I wont persude them otherwise, though. They'll discover the truth soon enough."
Selas had seen through Jaskia's lie. She did not intend to come back. Selas would have been the same way, had he been her.
"But your not going anywhere."
Selas grabbed his saber and Fi's and walked towards the prison, locking the ship behind him.
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Post by Force_Flow on Apr 13, 2007 21:06:32 GMT -4
Jaskia replaced the comlink on Sora's belt, and rubbed her temples. Usually, seeing someone's body ike this would fill her with one, single-minded emotion. She had been prepared to see Scout's body, she had imagined it a thousand times over. She had thought of all the rage she would feel if it happened. But that was… that was so wrong. That was the only word Jaskia could think of. Wrong. Wrong.
She felt none of the anger she had expected. She hadn't come close to crying, yet, either. She didn't feel like she could, but maybe later. Yeah, later, she would cry.
Later, not now.
Nait's Force Signeture was just that: a Force Signeture. There was no emotion, no anger, no peace… He was numb, Jaskia decided. A quick look at them all told her that, except some, like Naos, was overcome by anger. This wasn't healthy for him, but since he started to act like an ass around her, she didn't really care much for him right now.
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Post by tallboydave on Apr 14, 2007 4:14:24 GMT -4
MARIEL
Mariel suddenly froze in the middle of what she was doing, and tilted her head to one side, as f listening to something only she could hear.
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Post by Force_Flow on Apr 14, 2007 22:30:04 GMT -4
Nait felt like he had his insides taken out. His sister… his little sister was dead. Memories flashed before his eyes; Vader choking her within their own home; Her steady gaze as she argued with him about the Battle of Quillura; Her grief-stricken pose as Yoda informed her of her Master's death; Scout crying as two boys teased her about her weak connection to the Force, then their surprise as she lifted them bodily into the air and threw them back down like a pile of old rags; her elated smile as she won the lightsaber tournament; and his earliest memory of her, being introduced by her future Master Qas-Tim. She had looked cute, then, with huge blue eyes and a long reddish-blonde hair. The red had died away until it was nothing more than a memory. Now, Nait would remmeber it clearly, the way it had caught in the light, the way it had entranced him as much as Jaskia's vivid blue. Just a memory, now.
Looking at Scout's body, he noticed the way the light caught upon her face. For a moment, he thought he saw a trace of a scar on her forehead, but it disappeared just as quickly under the shadows. Nait didn't see the scar again.
A small cry echoed within his mind, and a brief image of his sister in chains, crying out in pain as electricity went through her body. "Aaa-AAAAH!" she yelled in large, heaving sobs. It stopped suddenly. "Nait…" she whispered. "Help me… please help me… please…"
Scout disappeared from his mind again. Nait felt a prickly sensation behind his eyes. Blinking his eyes and staring at the ceiling so no one would see the tears that lurked beneath. He had failed her. She had cried out his name, and he had failed her.
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Unknown to Nait, Scout was actually in pain. She was actually screaming his name. They had found the body. Scout could feel it, deep in her gut. Perhaps the Force had not died within her after all. Even the dead held the Force, anyway.
Head limp, she struggled to breath through her harsh sobs. Pain was racking her insides as a doctor turned the dials on various switches to fire up the electroshocker. She was afraid of how much it would hurt when he really got started. She didn't show it.
"I hope you all go to Hell!" she yelled, her voice cracking with the effort. "I hope you all get what you deserve!"
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Post by Revan Jast on Apr 23, 2007 11:16:40 GMT -4
Selas ran up the group, looked at Scouts face, looked at Nait, and nodded.
"You see it... good. Vader tried, but you can never imitate someone completely. You have her Force trail. You must follow it. We may not get all the way before it fades.... but it will be closer than we were before."
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Post by Force_Flow on Apr 23, 2007 15:31:50 GMT -4
"What are you talking about?" Nait mumbled, his eyes averting to Scout's body, and quickly looking away again. "Her trail's gone. It was just probably just something she was trying to tell me a few says ago. It just…" Nait trailed. Why did Selas have to make it more painful, now? It was bad enough she was dead, but to rub his face in it.
"I saw it, too," said Jaskia tightly, squeezing Nait's shoulder with an iron grip. "Nait, I don't think she's really dead…" Jaskia's gaze was unfocused. "Ah… here comes Vader. She's stopped screaming." Jaskia closed her eyes tight, and when she opened them, they were full of a deep pain. "It's gone. The link's gone. It's all… dark. And foggy."
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Post by Revan Jast on Apr 27, 2007 11:01:34 GMT -4
Selas sighed.
"She's not dead. Shes.... calling for help, Nait, and dont deny it."
Selas stopped. His blue eyes went dark, and an evil grin spread his face.
"How would you like to find her broken body in cell somewhere? Or a torture chamber? How would you live, knowing that you could have stopped her death? That you doubted, boy, that she was ever there? And she'll blame you! She'll burn in hell and she'll blame you!"
Selas laughed then, an evil laugh that sounded nothing like him. And suddenly, it stopped. Selas resumed his former look, and he shook his head.
"What just happened? I blanked out for a moment...."
But Selas heard the laugh still going on.
"Shut up", he muttered to no one. It stopped.
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Post by Force_Flow on Apr 28, 2007 8:35:41 GMT -4
Nait looked at Selas with something remotely like hatred. He tried picturing Scout, as whole and as happy as ever. He took in every detail of her, then tried to connect her to the image before him. "I saw a scar," he said in a quiet, growling tone. "Right above her eyebrow. She doesn't have one there."
Nait moved over and slowly, fingers shaking, moved the hair out of her eyes. Sure enough, he could see a small scar, the same color as the skin, but just different. Jaskia moved foreword. "That's the closing part of synth-flesh," she said breathlessly. She moved her fingers over it and started scratching 'Scout's' face. What looked like dead skin slowly peeled off of her face, leaving a darker-skinned woman in its' place.
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