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OOC: Tagging @Phoenix and @Toasty for posterity as they captured Evil Hot Space Hermione
The world faded in and out. Light and dark. Black and white. Alexia remembered very little, her mind clouded by the drugs. The Force just barely out of her reach. She desperately tried to find the Darkside. She begged each day to grasp the Darkness again. Her lucid moments were a personal torment as she desperately tried to find the Force. Nothing worked. No prayer or curse was answered. The torment continued and she saw no end in sight. Alexia had no sense of how long she had been imprisoned. The days had all blended together and she no longer knew where she was.
Her eyes flicked open. The room shook, the bed she was strapped to rattling. Her eyes snapped down to her arm. The IV embedded in her left arm had been knocked loose. The room shook again. Where was she. She heard the familiar sound of repulsor engines and it clicked into place. She was on a ship. She was being transported. Alexia didn’t remember how she had gotten on the ship. She had no idea where she was going. All she knew was she was being moved, likely to a more secure location. This might be her last chance to rejoin the Empire. She prayed, throwing herself into the faith. She reached for the Darkside.
A smile spread across her face and she laughed. A laugh filled with utter delight. The sweet intoxicating relief of the Darkness filled her body. A tear rolled down her cheek. She had thought the Darkside would never be hers again. She had never thought to feel that wonderful sensation. It was like she had regrown a limb, a part of her soul had been restored. She didn’t know how long she had been without the Force, but she would never be without it again. She would do whatever it took to make sure this never happened again.
She was in a small durasteel room. The table and the IV were the only furnishings. The heavy metal door blocked her exit. She reached out with the Force, and felt the inner workings of the door. It was a simple locking mechanism, meant for simple prisoners. With the Force restored she was anything but a simple prisoner. She threw the straps from her limbs. She unlocked the door, and cautiously stepped into the hallways. She legs ached. For the moment, it was clear. She needed to find a weapon and get off the ship.
@Prudence
The world faded in and out. Light and dark. Black and white. Alexia remembered very little, her mind clouded by the drugs. The Force just barely out of her reach. She desperately tried to find the Darkside. She begged each day to grasp the Darkness again. Her lucid moments were a personal torment as she desperately tried to find the Force. Nothing worked. No prayer or curse was answered. The torment continued and she saw no end in sight. Alexia had no sense of how long she had been imprisoned. The days had all blended together and she no longer knew where she was.
Her eyes flicked open. The room shook, the bed she was strapped to rattling. Her eyes snapped down to her arm. The IV embedded in her left arm had been knocked loose. The room shook again. Where was she. She heard the familiar sound of repulsor engines and it clicked into place. She was on a ship. She was being transported. Alexia didn’t remember how she had gotten on the ship. She had no idea where she was going. All she knew was she was being moved, likely to a more secure location. This might be her last chance to rejoin the Empire. She prayed, throwing herself into the faith. She reached for the Darkside.
A smile spread across her face and she laughed. A laugh filled with utter delight. The sweet intoxicating relief of the Darkness filled her body. A tear rolled down her cheek. She had thought the Darkside would never be hers again. She had never thought to feel that wonderful sensation. It was like she had regrown a limb, a part of her soul had been restored. She didn’t know how long she had been without the Force, but she would never be without it again. She would do whatever it took to make sure this never happened again.
She was in a small durasteel room. The table and the IV were the only furnishings. The heavy metal door blocked her exit. She reached out with the Force, and felt the inner workings of the door. It was a simple locking mechanism, meant for simple prisoners. With the Force restored she was anything but a simple prisoner. She threw the straps from her limbs. She unlocked the door, and cautiously stepped into the hallways. She legs ached. For the moment, it was clear. She needed to find a weapon and get off the ship.
@Prudence