Alohomora

[Valen Pelora]

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

 

[Prudence]

Well whaddya know?

The ship that Shaan had been issued to board was right where he had been told it would be. The Imperial Commander smiled a bit as he pushed the throttle forward on his Hunter-Class Enforcement Ship. The ship was a small corvette, not outfitted with any heavy weaponry, and clearly bound for Jedi Space. It was not expecting to run into trouble, but trouble had certainly found it. Shaan heard his comms board light up, Attention vessel 'Pestilence' please transmit appropriate codes.

Shaan instead just powered ahead towards the open hangar before the ship could close up. His mind was awash with murderous and evil thoughts, and he was sure that Alexia could feel him coming for her. Let's hope the witch is dressed and ready to go. I don't wanna have to wait for her nerdy ass to get ready to leave.

When Shaan set the ship down he was greeted by two guards. They weren't Jedi, no Jedi were more valuable than simple hangar guards. These two were just dressed in blue jumpsuits, armed with only pistols. Shaan dropped them in an instant with his A-140 and powered on through.

"Now where does one find a hot witch girl around here?"

 

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Alexia was disoriented. She didn’t know which direction to head, or where she should go. She wanted to get off the ship before it was too late. The elation of reclaiming her bond with the Darkside was replaced by cold grasping fear. She was free but with nowhere to go. She flung her mind wide, searching for a way off the ship. Her smile returned. The Priestess sensed a ball of anger and hate. Pure destructive power given form. The Empire had not forgotten her. She locked on to the boiling hate in the Force. She could use her savior as a compass to escape the ship. Dressed only in a plain synthweave tunic, and pants, she headed towards the nearest door.

The durasteel door slid open to reveal a woman in a plain white lab coat. Alexia didn’t think, she reacted. Her fist slammed into the woman’s face, her elbow coming down on the woman’s chest as she fell. Her right fist caught the woman in the face again. A bloody mess was left on the floor. She hit the woman again for good measure. The Darkside pulsed through her, pushing her forward, feeding her rage. Lord Cain would be disappointed. Her leader preached anger as the weakest emotion. Zeal and faith should fuel the Force. She didn’t care. Not now. Anger would fuel her escape.

Alexia bent down and grabbed the small hold out blaster clipped to the woman’s waste. The pistol was pitiful but was better than nothing. Gripping the blaster, she headed towards the next door. She didn’t know if the master mind of her rescue mission was Force sensitive. She reached out anyways, brushing his mind. She put her location into his memory. Gathering the Darkside closer she marched forward.

@Prudence

 

[Prudence]

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"Fuck stealth, we rollin'." Shaan said as he walked over the dead bodies of two more Jedi that were guarding the doorway into the rest of the ship. Shaan cracked his knuckles as he let out a long exhale. He was looking to the left and the right as he felt her. A brush against his mind, and a location. It was a laboratory one level down and deeper within the center of the ship. Shaan stepped into the nearby turbolift and set it for the floor below him. At this point he could hear the alarms in the ship screaming. Jedi troopers would be moving to intercept him at any point now.

As if they could feel him thinking of them two Jedi initiates turned a corner and ran right into him as he departed the turbolift. A-140 snapped up and caught one in the neck before he could even try to run. The child screamed as he hit the ground. The other ignited his lightsaber and rushed at Shaan, but he was too slow. Shaan was raising his right arm, flamethrower spewing all over the poor kid. He screamed as the fire seemed to stick to his skin and melted it off.

Shaan punched the door control and found the priest beyond it, "Uber for Alexia?"

 

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Alexia fired two quick shots into the back of a guard. His partner turned but she was already moving. Rushing forward she shoved her palm upward under the guard’s jaw. A sickening crack rang out. She drove her left fist into the man’s gut. Her knee quickly followed to crash into his nose as he doubled over. The man was on the ground and she was pummeling him with her fists. Her anger soared. The Darkside fueling her unquenchable bloodlust. She wanted the Jedi to pay for what had happened to her. She wanted to kill. She needed to kill. Alexia left the bloody mess of a man and kept running through the ship.

Her Lightsaber was calling to her. The kyber crystal singing to her heart. She knew her gear was being stored somewhere in the ship. The fools had transported everything with her. They would pay for that mistake. She walked through another door. The sweet sight of her Lightsaber and armor greater her. She nearly shed a tear. She had been separated from her prized possessions for too long. The Priestess wasted no time donning her rune carved armor. She clipped her Lightsaber to her belt, she wouldn’t use it until she needed it. Her fists would see her home. Alexia stepped back into the hallway.

A white robbed Jedi stared at her. The willowy female seemed utterly surprised to see her. She reached out in the Force and ripped. The Jedi flew forward as a gauntleted fist met her. She didn’t remember much after that. She was on top of the Jedi slamming her fist repeatedly into the woman’s body and face. Blood was everywhere. Rage filling the Force. She shook herself from the trance, she stared down at the unrecognizable face of the Jedi. Alexia was covered in blood, it streamed down her face. He smiled. The Red Witch walked towards the tubro lift and entered. The doors opened and her rescue party stared at her.

“Took you long enough. Let’s get the hell out of her here before Venator shows up.” She walked out and waited for the man to lead them to his escape route.
@Prudence

 

[Prudence]

Shaan looked over the bloody woman, and she looked more like an animal. He just kinda shrugged and jerked his head towards the turbolift, "I couldn't agree more. I'm not really interested in fighting Venator." He called the turbolift down and was waiting for it. The blood was dripping off of her, and Shaan felt a humorous tone come across his voice, "That time of the month?"

Just as he finished speaking the turbolift reached the bottom and he stepped inside, selecting the proper floor and closed the door. "Y'know, there's this witch back in Sith space that has been whining about how she needs her soulmate or some shit. I know you were having fun back there but hopefully you're not about to be a heartbreaker... or if you are, feel free to invite me over afterwards."

The turbolift reached his floor and Shaan stepped out. Another shot of his A-140 ripped through an unknowing Jedi that was running down the halls away from the two of them, unaware of their position. "After you" he said, ushering her forward.

 

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Alexia’s sunny disposition soured. Her ‘rescuer’ fancied himself a comedian, she hated comedians. The Darkside did not smile upon those who did not understand the truth of the war. This was not about the Empire, soldiers, or Sith. This was about the victory of the Darkness. She would spread the Darkside across the galaxy. Reveling in the fall of the heretics. Troopers who thought this was little more than a lark had no place in the Empire. No place in the plans of the Dark. She grimaced. The man had saved her. She owed him that much, despite his dreadful attempt at jokes. He must have been an only child.

“My time of the month?” She turned and smiled sweetly. Her voice high and innocent. “Oh. I understand, this is your first time speaking with a woman. It’s easier when you look at us through your bonocs.”

The lift slowed and the door slid open. Another jailer fell to a blaster bolt. She happily exited the turbolift. She spun her Lightsaber in an elegant arc. Alexia turned back to shoot a retort over her shoulder. “Lover boy, you wouldn’t know what to do if you ever got the chance. Don’t you know? Priestesses sacrifice their lovers.” She had known a witch in her youth who had eaten the hearts of her bedmates. It was a tribute to her true love, the Darkside. Alexia was willing to give the practice a try if the Trooper tried his hand at seduction. She practically skipped through the halls as she approached the Trooper’s ship. She sliced through a pair of defenders. Batted away a handful of blaster bolts and in no time was stepping onto a loading ramp. This ordeal was finally over.

“Get us the hell out of here.” She waited for the Trooper to join her. “Thank you.” She would not forget what the man had done. She would repay the favor one day. In short order, the pair would be safely aboard the ship and gliding out of Corellian space. Alexia would smile as hyperspace coordinates she never thought she would see again were punched in.

OOC: End thread unless we are stopped.

@Prudence