Broken Home

[Eisa Nimbus]

Two Days Prior​

Clutching the folds of the dark grey hooded cloak tighter around her neck as an icy wind tore through the relatively plain looking residential street, a young slight framed figure made her way deeper into the cul de sac, the folds of the hood shifting as the figure panned her gaze around and over the various buildings that lined the side of the street.

It had been perhaps five days since the figure had set off from the Sith Junction stronghold after successfully turning in her mission, unfortunately unable to do so personally, as the star maps she had received would lead her way to Volik, a planet that the figure's father would often frequent with his shipping business. Unfortunately despite the two days of travel to reach Volik she was at a loss for obtaining any information to start with, no one had seen nor heard the young woman's father, save for the chance stranger at the end of the bar in a rather run down cantina who had recognised the name.

The aged space farer although was resistant at first to give out any information, finding that his memory was somewhat lacking and required the touch of credit chips to help recollect certain facts. Much to the young Sith's annoyance she handed over five credits to loosen his memory, if he was upfront and announced that it would cost her to find out she would have been fine with it. Still despite her irritation she was given a few choice bits of information, her father had settled down with a woman he had met in the cantina about ten years ago on Bakura, as well as the address for where they lived, at an additional cost of 50 credits, which the teen paid, and subsequently reclaimed straight after a blaster bolt was fired into the back of the man's head.

Looking over the scrap of paper one more time she checked the property numbers noted on the small pod like bungalow, with a run down speeder parked up on the drive, taking a deep breath she folded the scrap of paper into her pocket and slowly approached the door, tentatively raising her hand to knock on the door, but finding her hand was held in place in hesitance. The young Sith's father had abandoned her, Did she really want to see him again? A flare of emotions cascaded through her mind as she tried to figure out why in the Frack she was doing this, the only thing she needed to know was why?

With one more deep breath the young woman Knocked on the door before tightening up her cloak as another gust of wind passed over her whilst she waited on the sounds of approaching footsteps draw closer, swiftly the door swung open as a rather weather beaten man appeared into view, the expression on his face was one of somewhat irritation as if the unannounced visitor had interrupted something. "Yes what is it!" the man spoke, his voice making no attempt to hide his irritation. Slowly the young teen looked up at her father, her eyes narrowing slightly, as she withdrew her hood revealing her fiery hued hair, clearly the man did not recognize her hooded or not. "It's Me Daddy, Eisa" the teen spoke as her bright emerald hued eyes looked into those of her father, the tentative grin on her expression on her face furrowing away as a frown grew on her features, the man's reaction was not what she hoped for, it was one of anger.

"You should not be here!" The man spoke in a hushed snarl as if to keep this sudden revelation out of ear shot from whomever else was inside "You should be dead!" he added in the same tone. The young teen's puzzled frown darkened from the reaction and bitterly spoke words from the man, she could feel the earlier sensations of grief cutting into her once again. "Well I'm not" she responded curtly as she stepped forward, as her dad started to close the door on her, but it wasn't going to work the emotional turmoil going through the teen was starting to awaken the dark side within her, and she pushed herself indoors.

Narrowing her eyes as her father cut off her advance deeper into the house, the young teen glared at him "Get out of here Eisa!" the man snarled as she drew closer towards the man "No" she snarled, her emerald hued eyes darkening into black onyx orbs "Not until you tell me why you abandoned me" she spoke as she closed the distance, tearing away the dark cloak that had enshrouded her body, revealing her choice in attire, that was more akin to a leather swoop bike rider, comprising of padded leather combat trousers, a loose hanging white top and a leather biker jacket, completed with her various weapons holstered around her belt.

The man narrowed his gaze as he regarded his adolescent daughter, making no effort to conceal the contempt that he regarded her in. "Because you were a mistake!" the man bluntly spoke, making no effort to soften the blow to the emotional teen infront of him. "You should have died with your mother, the pair of you should have been killed but you survived" the man snarled giving the young teen a clearer understanding as to why she was sent out to play and never called back, coupled with every time she had returned home to find it empty. But as much as the truth helped answer the questions it was not helping her emotional state; anger, rage, grief and sorrow was swirling within her, as was the the dark side within the young teen, it was feeding off of the slew of emotions that was coursing through her, building and building until it reached boiling point.

Sirens could be heard drawing closer outside, it seemed that the raised voices and forced entry by the young teen had not gone unnoticed by one of the neighbors to reported the disturbance to the local security forces. But the sound of sirens was not enough to bring the teen back to her ever darkening senses, all she could do was glare bitterly at the man in front of her, raising her hands upwards the man and sending forth countless tendrils of darkened Force Energy towards the man, wrapping themselves around each of her fathers limbs and pulling them out from each other as she telekenetically lifted him into the air.

As the security Force arrived their movements were cut short by a blood curdling scream, and the tearing of flesh and fabric, blood splatters cascading over the white net curtains. Forming a firing line around the perimeter of main entrance to the building. "This is the Bakura Security Force, you are surrounded, come out peacefully or we will open fire" a authoritative voice rang out from over a tanoy speaker.

A tense silence had fell over the immediate area, as the armed security agents, held their blasters firmly pointed at the entrance to the property, their grips on their weapons tightening as the door swung open to reveal a blood soaked, fiery haired teenager slowly emerging from the property, the torn and shredded remains of her father clearly visible behind her. The teen silently stared at the encircling security agents, cold black onyx orbs boring down into each of the armed men standing in front of her, the light around the young teen visibly darkening as the twisted and corrupting energies of the Dark side ebbed through her entire being. Without a sound she stepped forward, two metallic objects clearly visible in her hands, once long and curved the other a small canister.

Before the troopers could react the teenager ignited the blade of her amber hued light saber, before casting the held explosive towards the security forces in front of her. Once again unleashing death and chaos onto the planet of Bakura. Their Crimson Menace had returned.

@The Matt @TheBrokenMadMan

 

[Eisa Nimbus]

Present Day​

In the space of two days the calm and peace that had befallen the planet's capital city Bakura Prime had descended back onto the verge of collapse, the streets were desolate with very few fool hardy souls willing to set foot outside of the protective cover of their homes or places of work. The constant wailing sirens echoing throughout the City's limits enforcing a lock down for the safety of its residents, it was the second dawn since the long dormant chaos of death and destruction had violently exploded into life within the residential district, following an stand off between the security forces and a red haired assailant believed to be what was locally dubbed as the crimson menace.

The morning skies were filled with towering plumes of smoke, the sources and points of origin scattered throughout the main governing district of the capital City as burning wreckage continued to smolder overnight without any effort being made to control the flames. The emergency services of the city were presently preoccupied with trying to neutralise the re surging blight that was threatening the fragile stability of the planet that had for so long been teetering over the precipice of complete social and economic collapse.

Amidst the ever present wailing of the sirens blaster fire could be heard echoing throughout the distance, as radio chatter across the emergency broadcasts called for back up, in response to reports that the figure presumed to be the Crimson Menace was a Jedi, baring an amber hued light saber. The still recovering and stretched security forces were falling in their droves as each encounter with the rumored Jedi instantly erupted into panicked pleas for help and garbled transmissions as the sound of screams rang out over the comm links, as each wave was systematically slaughtered.

The comms chatter burst into life as another group of the already stretched and barely trained security forces came into contact with the assailant, #We've Located her, she's on the corner of 15th and 9, proceeding to engage# the comms operator spoke into the open frequency channel, as the transit speeder came to a halt, as they cornered the young teenage fiery haired figure who was standing in the middle of the street, her light saber drawn and ignited in preparation for the next wave of hapless fools that were attempting to put an end to the young teen's Dark side fueled colossal temper tantrum.

As the security force agents spilled out of the speeder, they wasted no time opening fire on the young girl, unleashing volleys of blaster fire towards her. The street lighting up with crimson flashes that careened across the street and towards their target. Staring down at the oncoming barrage the young teen's black onyx orbs narrowed as she brought her light saber into position, her left leg shifting backwards in preparation for her retaliatory assault on the security forces that had just arrived. With a sudden blur the fiery haired teen sprang forward, sweeping her light saber back and forth deflecting the hastily aimed shots with ease as she lunged head long towards the small group of agents. Two of the deflected shots being sent back towards their points of origin, the glowing round of plasma connecting hard with the torsos, sending them backwards screaming in agony.

In the space of mere seconds the Force fueled movement of the teen had had closed the space that she was within striking distance of the poorly prepared agents, being so far out from the rest of the civilized sectors of the galaxy little was truly known about the Jedi, beyond what was carried as rumor and legends spouted from space farers who ventured out into the unknown regions, using Bakura as the final stop before disappearing into the void. With a flurry of strikes the fore most agents who were at the time still standing were bisected by the burning plasma arc of light wielded by the young teen.

The all too familiar screams of panic started to ring out as the poorly disciplined security force members started to break from their position, but they would not escape! The air around the fiery haired teen darkened as she drew further on the corrupting energies of the dark side, her anger and rage that was burning within her fueling the ever rewarding corrupted Force energies. Stretching out her free hand towards the abandoned speeder, Eisa unleashed tendrils of dark energy towards the speeder, that wrapped around the vehicle before lifting it off the ground and casting it effortless towards the fleeing agents, either crushing them under the weight of the vehicle or being caught up in the resulting fireball that erupted from force of the impact.

#We're Fracking being overwheled here! Send Fracking back up now!#

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Spoiler: outfit

She had been afraid of this day.

Ever since Abigail had learned of Eisa's story, a part of her knew she would encounter her father again. It was the storybook way, any character with an absent parent would encounter them again, and from there, something bad would usually happen. She knew full well that Eisa would probably have a violent reaction to seeing her Father again, especially after their talk about him not wanting her. This, though...

Abigail stared out upon Bakura's smoking landscape with a fearful gaze, hopping from the shuttle and landing with a thump on the dock alongside Malthazar. She glanced sideways at him, trying to gauge his reaction to the whole event, but as always, his face was a stone slab, cold and hard, with an emotional range befitting the inanimate object. She hadn't really talked to him throughout the trip, a missed opportunity thinking on it now, but she was worried sick for Eisa, all she could think to do was prepare herself for the worst and just try to stay level headed. She knew that the Sith Lord was probably looking at things from a more objective viewpoint, to him, this looked like a Sith letting her emotions run wild and consume her, so she had to make sure he understood. She wasn't going to let him hurt Eisa.

"Eisa's Mother died at childbirth," She began, finally stepping forward as she made her way toward the nearest speeder. "Her Father didn't want her, and one morning, sent her out to play. He never called her back in, and deserted his house, leaving Eisa alone and isolated. In her bid to distract and protect herself, she deluded her mind into thinking he just hadn't called her back in yet, and went to greater and greater lengths to keep herself distracted." She came to a relatively large speeder, big enough to house the two Sith, and she jumped in, waiting for Malos to enter before hitting the throttle. "She turned to destruction and mayhem and terrorized Bakura for years, becoming known as the Crimson Menace, but eventually she ended up in the Exiles, where she eventually met me, and the rest is history, until she got a bead on her Dad..." Even from here, so far from the Capital City, there was destruction strewn all around the place. "Bakura was a warzone when Eisa was here last time, and that was just because she was trying to distract herself, imagine what she could do if she was focused, or angry, or both! I dreaded the day she saw her Dad again, I knew something like this would happen and I wanted to make sure that it was a bridge we never had to cross, but that's not really an option now."

The speeder ground to a halt inside the City, the echoes of blaster fire floating downwind from their position. Abigail immediately hopped out and made her way to the cordon, observing it from a reasonable distance. After a few moments, she turned back to face Malthazar, her face wrought with worry. "I'm worried for her Malthazar, she's hurting and I want to help her, not fight her...please, promise me we'll do all we can to bring her back."

@The Matt @Plebometer

 

[Darth Malos]

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It had not taken long before Bakura Prime fell to chaos. If he did not know better, Malos would think the apocalyptic situation was caused by abominations, but he was all too familiar with the culprit. To be honest, it was certainly an awe-some feat coming from a mere knight - if she was not wreaking needless havoc on a backwater planet. News would likely reach the Core eventually, and Malos knew that if Eisa was discovered to be a Sith, the consequences would be catastrophic. Were he not so calm and collected, and more hot-headed (like many other Sith), he would be spitting out strings of curses. Instead, the High Inquisitor was walking at a brisk, but not forced, pace, his face neutral, as if he were watching a particularly boring opera show.

Within, he felt a variety of emotions. Irritation was the most dominant, caused by the entire situation - Eisa should know better. But he also felt understanding. Malos' father had not been very kind, and it had taken the Sith years to realize that his childhood had not been normal. His father had dictated the tone of their relationship when he'd turned his own son over to the Republic. Malos would certainly like to kill him, but he saw no reason to level an entire city. He was a bit worried about the effects of this catastrophe; what would Andraste say when she saw the redhead - the same girl she had seen patrolling the temple halls - raining down fire and brimstone on a backwater planet's capital? That in itself was not too worrying, but the High Inquisitor knew he would be in the spotlight as soon as he stepped into the scene. He suspected a very tense meeting with the Empress in the near future.

"They identify her as a Jedi. I doubt these hermits care much for the Civil War, but we could spin this to make the Sith look good - another heroic story about how we saved thousands of innocents from the wrath of a Jedi." He realized he had not addressed Abigail's worries. "I will not allow much harm to come to her, but we may need to be a bit forceful."

They had reached the cordon now, and the charred remains of speeders littered the street ahead. The sidewalk itself was blackened by the ash floating in the air, caused by the various fires raging throughout the city. Some buildings had been affected; a handful of them were burning, and Eisa had hurled speeders or other large objects at them, carving deep holes or even shattering their walls. Skyspeeders populated the darkened skies like metal birds, some trying to get a clear shot at Eisa, and most struggling to provide back-up or humanitarian aid.

Malos was not wearing any armor; he knew he would not need it. In his signature trench-coat, lightsabers clipped to his belt, the High Inquisitor passed the cordon and made a beeline for the nearest law enforcement speeder, which was overturned and had been abandoned. It still had its comms systems though, and Malos grabbed hold of the microphone, broadcasting a message that all officers around them would hear.

"Attention all units. This is Darth Malos, High Inquisitor of the Sith Empire. Stand down and allow us to deal with this. I repeat, stand down."

"And who are you to tell us what to do?" came a voice, the static chopping and distorting it. It sounded as if the satellites were about to give out, and Malos would not be surprised if that was the case.

"Someone much more well equipped to deal with this situation than you. Stand down, or you will be caught in the crossfire." His voice was hard and commanding, dripping with authority and persuasion, not that the law enforcement officers needed to be convinced. Many had already turned away from Eisa and begun walking to the few safe houses that remained. The skyspeeders were backing off as well, although some continued to drop food and supplies to trapped civilians. Malos drew away from the speeder and began walking toward Eisa, not before shooting Abigail a knowing look, as if to say "Wasn't that cool?"

He stopped about 30 meters away from the redhead and turned to Abigail once more, waiting for her to begin speaking. "Remember," he murmured. "They think she is a Jedi. Do not be too friendly."

 

[Eisa Nimbus]

Spoiler: THEME

Slowly the young fiery haired teen came out of her trance like state, the recent stand off between her and the local law enforcement had reached a stalemate, they had learned not to approach her or draw weapons. Instead they held a perimeter around the rouge teenager, who in response didn't act like a cornered feral beast and merely moved at a more sedate pace. Yet despite the somewhat sedate stance the teen held, darkness radiated from her visible wisps radiating from her body as the tumult of her emotional turmoil raged on within, giving the dark side a near limitless concentration of fuel to feed off of.

Turning her head over her shoulder towards the approaching Sith, her black onyx eyes narrowed as the whispers of the Force spoke out to her, carrying an awareness of the power that was harnessed within the High Inquisitor and the blonde female standing at his side. A sudden snap hiss echoed from around her as the flickering amber hued light saber sprang into life, the blade was not like many of its counter parts, it did not present with a clean arc of burning plasma, it rippled and fluctuated wildly like fire dancing along the perimeter of the blade's length. With a slow near predatory movement the teen shifted her legs and body round to face the two approaching Sith.

As she turned, the two Sith could see that the white top she was wearing was stained with dust, ashes and more strikingly countless blood spatters running along the length of her torso. Her narrowed gaze held over each of the two standing a safe distance before her, staring at them through cold darkened eyes, there was no sign of recognition visible on the teens face. The usual sight of a wide emerald eyed teen and broad wild grin that usually greeted the two Sith, especially Abigail. Was lost. Now her face was cold and stoic, the only lingering signs of emotion visible on the teen was dark track marks that ran down the sides of her cheeks originating from her eyes. The build up of charred ashes, dust and blood creating a visage not too dissimilar from a drunken girl who's night out ended in tears leaving mascara stains over her face.

Despite the cold feature less expression the teen held, the dampness of the tears were clearly visible. They were the only lingering subconscious signs that remained of the Eisa that the two Sith knew. Buried deep within the darkness was a young girl, trapped, frightened, alone! For the moment she was now a vessel of her darkened state. During her two years within the Exiles, the young teen had effectively slipped through the net. Left to her own devices, not being taught to fully harness or control her abilities, nor had there been any guidance on how to guard her fragile mind against the dangers of the dark side. Until this point she hadn't really drawn upon the dark side. The young teen had only really drew upon the Force to enhance her speed and lend her strength.

Silently she stared at the two figures, un blinking and un moving, her hand tightening around the curved hilt of her light saber, whilst the other reached towards her blaster pistol and withdrew it from its holster, slowly she raised the pistol and pointed it towards the two Sith in front of her. "Leave Me Alone!" the young teen shouted, her tone was almost a guttural snarl "I was a mistake! I should have died!" the teen continued as she squeezed the trigger on the blaster pistol, but nothing happened, the charge had long since been spent. The teen scowled as she regarded her weapon before crushing it in her hand. Before the two Sith could react the darkness around the teen intensified, as the anger and frustration over the spent weapon cast more fuel onto the fire. With a sudden movement the teen had spun on her heel and burst off towards the inner depths of the City.

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Abigail couldn't help but chuckle darkly and shake her head a little at Malthazar's rationalization of the whole thing. In many ways, he felt like the little Devil or Loyalist on her shoulder, always talking about how she can benefit the Sith in lieu of herself, though she couldn't really harp on him for thinking that way - Sith Lord ya know, Council Member. Still, he was right, if they thought Eisa was a Jedi, then they would need to continue to believe as much if they didn't want this to come back down on them. Hell, maybe Andraste could convince this world to join her after everything was said and done, you never know, but she digressed now. She followed behind Malos as he quickly took control of the situation, smirking a little as the police quickly decided all this was just completely beyond their paycheck and retreated.

Abigail's heart almost stopped when she finally laid eyes on Eisa - or what she thought was her. She looked similar and the hair was a dead giveaway, but even then, she was barely recognizable. Everything, from her body language to her eyes, they all looked...wrong. There was nothing but hate and pain coming from her, radiating like a sickening wave of corruption that only made those around her nauseous and afraid. Even barring the appearance, Abigail could see into Eisa's heart, and right now, she could barely feel the little girl that she had spent the past year getting to know, subsumed beneath pure Darkness and pain like a protective shroud. She knew in that moment, her father had rejected her, nothing could have made her this angry, and when she finally turned toward them and spoke, her words only confirmed what she had said.

Abigail really didn't want to do this, even just seeing her baby like this was crushing her inside, but she had to go along with it all to save her and keep her from any further repercussions of this day. She started to inch forward, drawing her sword and outstretching her hand in warning.
"You only have one warning Jedi, surrender," She ordered firmly, all the while, reaching into Eisa's mind and trying to pull her back to the surface. Eisa, I know you're still in there! Please, listen to us! Stop this! This isn't what you want...

@The Matt @Plebometer

 

[Darth Malos]

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Malos' lightsaber hilts snapped to his hand and the beams ignited instantly, the blades raised up before him defensively as soon as Eisa raised the blaster toward them. Abigail had followed orders rather well, pretending the red-head was a Jedi while speaking to her telepathically. Malos remained silent, although cautious, as the two had a small argument.

Eisa turned to run, but he did not allow her to. The Sith Lord reached one hand out, the Force wrapping around her waist, then held her in place. He lifted the girl off the ground so that she hovered, immobile, while Abigail tried to reason with her.

 

[Eisa Nimbus]

As she felt the various tendrils of the force around around her, the young teen snarled bitterly towards the two Sith, despite being rendered immobile the darkened form continued to resist and struggle against the tight Force bindings that were wrapped around her. Dark narrowed onyx orbs darting between the male and female Sith who once again in front of her despite, it continued efforts to break free and evade these people. A scowl was leveled heavily upon Abigail, as she spoke both mentally and verbally towards her.

The verbal words were dismissed by the young teen, what ever they wanted to call her meant nothing to her now. Instead she focused on the pleading towards the inner consciousness for Eisa to come back to them, a twisted grin crossed the teens features.
"Eisa is DEAD!!" the teen snapped forcefully lunging forward against her restraints, once again her tone a deep guttural snarl "Her Precious daddy wanted her dead. SO SHES DEAD!!!" the figure spoke out once again before breaking out into a bitter and sickening laugh, as her head rolled backwards, brandishing her teeth amidst a menacing grin.

"No I will not stop! This is what i want Abi!" The teen spoke once again, her snarl shifting into a near mocking tone, ridiculing the now suppressed personality trapped within. "Unlike 'Her' I will not worship the ground that you walk upon! Her Best-est Best Friend! Oh how she adored you, wanted to be with you, be like you, be part of you! " she continued, a twisted smile crossing her features as she betrayed the inner sanctum of young teens mind. "But she is just a stupid Naive little girl! The Galaxy is better off now she is gone! Now all that is left is that little part of her that she tried ever so so so hard to hide! " the bitter guttural voice continued before once again breaking out into a sickening laugh, whilst the air around her immobile body darkened around her whilst the dark energies of the Force built up within her.

Despite the bitter and sickening words being uttered by Eisa's current persona, there was a betrayal. Subtle crystalline tears continued to cascade down the dirt stained features of the teenager's face. Standing out against the darkened and sinister leer that was being cast towards the High Inquisitor, Malthazar and the Sith Knight, the object of the trapped mind's devotion Abigail. Yet that was not perhaps enough. As the darkening form of Eisa's body continued to glare at the two Sith concentrating the dark side within her enough to break loose from her bonds, the curled lips started to move, silently mouthing. Kill me!

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Abigail let out a soft sigh of relief as Eisa was restrained, she didn't want her to run away, this had to be said. She locked her jaw and tried to keep herself steady as she cautiously inched closer, steeling herself as Eisa began to rant and rave. She knew that nothing she was saying was true, this was far from what Eisa would want, this was just her anger talking, and her pain making itself manifest. Nonetheless, it was a draining and horrible feeling, having to listen to someone you loved, and whom loved you back, hurling venom and poison at your face. You wouldn't think they were capable, but everyone was, and it tightened the chest, seeing something that previously only existed in the depths of your nightmares bare it's teeth and fight it's way to the surface. Part of her hoped that letting all this anger and resentment out would help her finally stabilize herself, but she knew it was a fool's hope. Anger amplified by the Dark Side stuck to you like molasses, it never truly came off and would always be there to remind you of what you were capable of.

Still, Abigail focused on the one thing that continued to spur her on in this situation, her own presence in the force fighting against the blackness of Eisa's aura as the Crimson Menace started to struggle, kicking up winds all around her. Eisa had finally admitted it: she worshipped Abigail, relied on her, cared for her, and wanted nothing more than to just be with her forever. She was never going to abandon her in light of that, she loved the little spitfire, and she loved her back, and that was all she needed. She finally came to the woman herself and grabbed her cheeks, forcing her to stare her in the eyes as she started to work her magic.
"If this is what you want...why are you crying?" She asked simply. It was a simple question, but she knew it was something that would give the menace pause, and that was her opportunity to strike, beaming every good memory into Eisa's head and forcing it to the fore: the ice cream sessions, My Little Bantha, sledding across Serenno, killing abominations, just sitting together and cuddling on the couch. She knew that this might look a little suspicious, but Eisa's open words had already spoiled the fact that the two knew each other, so it seemed like she was free to speak a little more directly, though she was not going to let on how deep the relationship went.

@The Matt @Plebometer

 

[Darth Malos]

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Well. Someone clearly had some very deep-rooted issues. Then again, so did all other Sith. The display was likely horrifying for the officers that had gathered around to watch, but Malos (and Abigail, he supposed) was more or less unaffected. He did not loosen his grip as Eisa screamed, instead holding her in place so that Abi may approach, now also taking hold of the red-head's arms and holding her in place - he wouldn't want her to start clawing.

The Sith Lord could feel the locals watching. A group of about 10 local enforcement officials had gathered in a sort of semicircle, standing back at a safe distance. They were observing intently, chattering amongst themselves whenever anything happened. Malos enhanced his hearing, and he could now comprehend the whispers.

"You think we should step in?" one asked, casually, although there was a hint of hardness in his voice. It was the same man from before.

"No," came the reply, likely from the man in charge. "We're in way over our heads."

"This is the perfect chance. They're all distracted. We come in with a tank, blow them all to smithereens." There was a long, uncomfortable silence. "Unless you would rather stand by and watch them destroy the city. Remember what happened a few years ago, Gary. Remember your daughter."

Again, silence. And then- "See to it personally that reinforcements arrive quietly. I want this done cleanly, without detection."

Malos tuned out, turning back to the two girls, who seemed to be making progress. I suggest you hurry up, he silently projected to Abigail. They're bringing a tank.

 

[Eisa Nimbus]

Scowling towards the tall elderly looking Sith standing before her as she felt the restraints around her tighten, her darkened onyx orbs glaring venomously towards the man as she felt her arms being slowly and force fully drawn backwards against her will, preventing her from lashing out towards the approaching woman. The bitter scowl rapidly switched to regard the blonde approaching her, the object of the former mind's devotion and affections. The look intensifying in bitterness as the woman questioned why she was crying, the controlling darkness was about to respond before opting to use what little was available to her to keep the woman away from her, her mouth moving rapidly to the side to snap at one of the hands. But as soon as her head moved in the slightest she felt the bindings tighten, yanking her head backwards and holding it firmly in place.

As much as she could she resisted the mental intrusion, seeing through the attempts of the woman to try and bring hope to the trapped and suppressed conscious buried deep within the void of darkness that engulfed her. "Get out! Get out!" the darkened guttural voice snarled "Get out of my head you Witch!" the teen screeched as she continued to resist the psychic barrage coming from Abigail.

The darkened manifestation was becoming increasingly desperate, sensing its hold over the teens mind weaken, as the projected images, thoughts and memories seeped through the cracks in the corruption's mental barriers. There was an inner stirring as the trapped consciousness tried to force its way back into life. The bitter scowl on the teens exterior weakened, as the darkened eyes gave a slight glimmer of the bright emerald hue of the teens natural state. Lingering only for the briefest of moments before the darkness resumed control of the body, with an overwhelming surge of darkened energy, it retaliated.

Fighting back it returned the favor to the female Sith, forcing the memories from the teens shattered mind into the older woman; visions of the teen when she was but a small blonde haired child presenting her father with a hand made card only to be viewed with contempt, later waking up in the morning to find the present torn to shreds and cast carelessly atop of the bin. Then various images flowed forth showing the same but slightly older girl; walking terrified and starving through the streets alone, standing soaked and shivering in the bitterly cold snow storm trying to open a parked speeder, crying herself to sleep on the cold duracrete floor of a familiar looking abandoned factory, screaming in pain as a group of thugs beat her mercilessly within a darkened alley way.

The more of the images continued to be projected towards the older woman the faint spark that had ignited within the darkness was once again crushed down into the depths of the void within. The fractured persona could play at the very same game, but it would use the very pain and suffering that the teen had lived through to keep her in her place buried down in the depths of her own despair. With a surge the dark aura around the teen intensified feeding on the slew of emotional turmoil brought about from the resurgence of long repressed memories.

Through a sickening smile the teen refocused her gaze on the woman standing before her. She knew the woman's weakness now, it was the very person she was trying to save from the darkness. The fractured mind will use that against the woman, force her hand against her, she will have her way one way or the other. "You want to stop me?" the teen snarled bitterly as she stared deep into Abigail's eyes. "Then Kill ME!" the teen demanded before letting out a sickening laugh. "You Either Kill Me Now! Or We All Will Die Here!" she added as a twisted grin crossed her features. She knew what was coming for them, what the locals were plotting and was going to use that to her advantage. Either the two Sith end the life of the one they seek to reclaim, or they all die here as soon as the local security force seize their advantage. What ever the result, the menace will have ultimately won!

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Abigail gritted her teeth as the Crimson Menace started to shirk, gnashing and biting only air as she was further restrained. She could feel it now, she could feel Eisa starting to wake up and wonder what was going on, and Abigail couldn't help but smirk a little. These were the actions of a wounded animal, and for all of the Crimson Menace's hatred and pain, none of it could amount to even one of Eisa's truly good memories. Then she felt it's resolve harden, it's own grin forming as it pushed her baby girl straight back down and started to fight again, harder than it ever had before. Despite it's rabid nature, it was still Eisa in there, it knew her abilities and had her memories, and was all too willing to take advantage of her knowledge.

The mental connection she had made worked two ways, and just as she had forced her memories upon Eisa, the Crimson Menace could oblige the sentiment in kind. She saw it coming before it hit her, but she wasn't fast enough to stop it; entropy and pain and despair crashed and screamed through her, wave upon wave of it building on her shoulders and weighing down on her as it scraped through her mind. As if that weren't bad enough, through all that, she could feel the heat beginning to build again - another headache was starting. Despite the fear and pain that usually accompanied it though, a small spark of an idea formed in the back of Abigail's mind. The pain intensified with each passing moment, enflaming the crushing darkness the Menace visited on her while inflicting agony of it's own.

Abigail called the force to her and wrapped it around her head, digging into her mind. Inside, she digged out everything she had, every scrap of pain and agony caused by these damn headaches, that fire that crackled through every neuron and set her soul ablaze, the nightmares and visions that had accompanied them since then, ever embarrassing feeling or vulnerability that she had felt from it all. When she had it all, she ripped all of it from her mind and clamped her hands down on Eisa's brain.
"You want pain you parasite?? Take it all!!!" She screamed, forcing every last morsel of her pain into her head. Now the Crimson Menace could experience Abigail's pain; the feeling of being strapped down and electrocuted, drugged, brainwashes, the heat and agony of each headache that plagued her, the visions flashing through her brain as that same voice screamed over and over again.

MAKE US WHOLE!!! MAKE US WHOLE!!! MAKE US WHOLE!!!

With any luck, this would force her brain into a reboot from the sudden shock of all that pain at once.

 

[Eisa Nimbus]

At first the new images were delectable, pulled straight from the very depths of the older womans mind, as if she had gone to the lowest wine cellar to bring out a rare vintage. It was intoxicating at first, the Darkened fractured mind within savoring each drop of pain and agony that was presented to it, the air around the suspended teen visibly plunging into darkness as the young teens fractured personality feasted more and more on the deeply routed memories from the older womans past.

But like any feast there was a limit to what one could manage, the shattered mind although easily able to process and use the pain to fuel it's own encompassing darkness at first, there was a limit to how much it could process. the teens mind was soon overloaded with pain and agony that it was barely able to maintain control.

The restrained body twisting and writhing in white Hot agony, the unbearable pain clearly visible over the young teens face, as if red hot knives had been plunged into every Inch of her body. A blood curdling scream of tormented pain ripped out from the young girls lungs, echoing throughout the surroundings sending a chill down the spines of those watching the body thrall about in the wake of its unseen brutal torture.

Then there was nothing, an erie silence fell over the plaza as the body of the young teen fell limp and lifeless. The pain within had gotten too much for both the fragmented mind and the body to bare. Triggering a natural self defence mechanism that shut down the bodily functions in its entirety. Inducing a state of Force hibernation. To all on the outside world all signs of life would be gone, neural functions, heart beat, pulse and even breathing would read as null values. Eisa, the Crimson Menace was to the world around her dead, at the hands of the brutal and painful torture of those who came to put an end to her reign of terror.

Yet from within, the faintest spark of life rippled through the Force. It was minute and subtle that only the strongest of those attuned to the Force would be able to detect over the ambient whispers of the force. There resided the shattered remains of the young teens mind, trapped with a lifeless body.

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

She had to admit, as much as she didn't like seeing Eisa writhing in pain, she derived a small amount of satisfaction in seeing her darker half overdose on her own essence. After the shit she just put the young Sith Knights through, it was all she damn deserved and more, though her satisfaction began to erode quickly as the screaming and writhing ceased. Soon enough, no movement was left, only the limp redhead floating in mid-air, still being held by Malos. Abigail felt her blood run cold at the sight, her power lashing out and breaking Mal's hold on her, allowing her to fall to the ground. She caught Eisa and, despite being still somewhat covert about their relationship, she felt her body begin to quiver and shake as tears welled up in her eyes. Her mind screamed to her that this couldn't be happening, refusing to accept it, desperately delving into the cold corpse beneath her to search for any last morsel of life inside.

Her breath hitched as she finally found that little spark, showing that indeed, her Eisa was just hibernating and recovering from what had happened. She looked back at Malos, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes so as to not tip off the police.
"She's gone," She called over, lifting the body up and strolling over to her superior for all to see. Bakura's Crimson Menace, laying dead in all her squalor, it brought a look of relief and even sadness to some of their eyes, seeing that she was, in fact, just a kid. All the same, some of them just looked ambivalent or indifferent to the whole thing, presumably waiting for the tank to arrive. She gazed at them all, narrowing her eyes at the squad leader. "This is your Crimson Menace captain, remember who it was that finally brought her down," She exclaimed, hoisting the body from her arms to over her shoulder as she looked back to Malos. "Let's go home."

@Plebometer

 

[Darth Malos]

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The tank had just been rolled in when Abigail called over her shoulder - triumphantly, but also wearily. Malos (and everyone in attendance) could tell the toll this exorcism had taken on her, but no one said a word. The officials stayed silent because of their fear, but the Sith Lord stayed silent because he had just witnessed a display of power he had not expected from the girl. Yes, she is certainly worthy, he thought, although those words would not see the light of day for some time.

He loosened his grips on Eisa as the girl's face went slack, allowing Abigail to pick her up. The High Inquisitor finally approached, his stroll less uptight. He neared her cautiously, reaching out a hand and rubbing the square of her back in a gesture that might be seen as affectionate, and certainly unexpected from the High Inquisitor. He massaged her as tears fell, then stepped back when she began speaking with the officials.

"What do you guys call yourself again? The Lith?" The officer sounded genuinely confused, although somewhat impressed. He likely had no idea what had gone down before his very eyes.

"The Sith Empire," Malos replied this time. His voice was hard now, and his posture once more rigid. "Do not forget the name. I daresay this is not the last you hear of us." The Sith strode back to their speeders in silence. Abigail was likely too tired to speak, and Malos knew when to give someone their space. As the two settled into the vehicle, he gave her a rare smile, genuine and bright.

"You did well, Abigail."

The End​