Lettow

[Carden Mannux]

*The Lettow Lightning soared through space and time en route to the former Dark Lord's hidden stronghold on the volcanic world of Mustafar. Time after time he travelled to this base, each time no other Sith knowing where he had travelled. But, now it would be used for more than just meditative purposes. All of the stolen material needed for genetic manipulations and alchemic purposes were now safely held on this planet. Had he not manipulated his former minions into retrieving many of these materials, it was quite possible that he would not have had the First Daughter at this point. As their long journey was now almost halfway over, he pulled out a large needle, away from her so she could not yet see it, and placed his own sedative brew into it. The effects would last for days unless he used the counter-sedative, which was perfect for the beginning of this new situation.*

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

As the ship lurched through hyperspace, she watched the man behind the controls. She had no idea where he was taking her or what was happening back on Coruscant. In her mind's eye, she still believed that Ussej was coming for her. Kalel would know of what had happened as well and not hesitate.

Remaining as quiet as she could for as long as possible, she finally spoke to him calmly. When in a bad diplomatic situation, it was best to remain calm and seek to find a way to survive until a possibility presented itself.

"Where are you taking me? Am I even to know the name of my captor?"

 

[Carden Mannux]

*With the push of a few buttons, the ship continued to soar through hyperspace, now on auto-pilot. The former Dark Lord stood up and walked beside the cage, crouching down to the First Daughter's eye level. She was a beautiful creature, though he was sure that she found his Chiss characteristics revolting. Had he not had a more important task for her, he would....Stop thinking in such ways for now, he thought to himself, smiling.*

"Our destination will be revealed to you in a matter of hours. And, my name is the very nature of evil, the name of the Lord of the Dead himself....they call me Samhain...."

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

As he moved closer to her, she scooted as far away from him as possible without hitting her back against the energy field of the force cage. Seeing how he looked at her figure sent her stomach turning. The glowing red eyes were something she'd never seen before in a person and they seethed with a lust for power and hatred. Wary of why he was moving near her, she made herself as small a target as she possibly could. Raising her head defiantly at him trying to hold back her fear of him, she raised an eyebrow.

"Don't think much of yourself do you, Samhain? The wise say pride comes before a fall."

 

[Carden Mannux]

"And now they're all dead...."

*He grinned, his blood red eyes a testament of the anger and hatred that had seen so much pain and suffering in such a short amount of time. He stood back up, taking back control of the vessel and plunging it deeper into the vast cosmos towards the volcanic Outer Rim of Mustafar.*

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

"Death does not end the truth of the saying. You will fall and fall hard. I hope I'm there to see it to the end as well. Besides, what do you hope to gain from all of this? My father will never negotiate with the likes of you."

Like always Bella never knew when to keep her mouth shut. Pushing the situation further than she needed, her arrogance and anger bit through her words at this man's audacity. The further he drew away from her, the more emboldened her words became.

Keep the enemy talking, that was the rule. If you could keep them talking or anger them enough to try to come at you, you risked the chance of seeking your freedom. All she needed was for him to take the force field off the cage and she could get in a few well placed kicks and manage to get away from him. All she had to do was push the right buttons and wait it out.

 

[Carden Mannux]

*Her small, diminuitive way of thinking not only bored him, but it angered him. Never would he be able to find a soul that could even begin to think of reaching his level of thought, especially not within the hierarchy of the laughable Galactic Republic.*

"You're not seeing the big picture here, sweetheart. Your father has absolutely nothing to do with this, and if you are still incapable of thinking outside of the box then please, have mercy on me and shut that hole on your face."

*He relished in the power that was being fed to him through the young girl's words and actions. Never had he sensed such anger from a captive audience, but this one was like any hostage he had ever taken. This one was special. This one had a purpose. This one would be different.*

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

His tone with her and even his words were such that angered her only further. She'd shut the piehole of his if she had the chance. Closing her eyes and turning her head away from him, she thought of the only one thing. Kalel knew she would return to Coruscant to grab some of her things, but he would expect her back after a certain time. How would he even know of what happened to her? Could he sense it as he had sensed many other things before?

Thoughts of their time on Arcura came to mind again and it brought peace to her mind. How she wished they were back there again, yet she knew that their plight in life was one where they could not stay there forever. They had a duty to the galaxy to make sure peace from all sides ensued. Thinking of what Kalel would do, she tried to focus her mind on freeing herself somehow...yet, she found herself coming up short. She had not the abilities of a force user to overcome some things. Part of her wished she had purchased that force mask afterall from the thug in Nar Shaddaa. At least she would have faired better when facing Samhain....possibly.

She had to know what this man's plans were. If it wasn't to get to her father, then why was he taking her?

"What do you plan on doing with me?" she finally asked calmly.

 

[Carden Mannux]

*Half of a day passed by before the ship finally caught sight of the hellish, lava-covered world of Mustafar. The planet burned with lave streaming from volcanoes of glittering obsidian. At the fringe of its gravity well, a spray of a prismatic starlight warped a ship into existence. The ship streaked into an atmosphere choked with dense smoke and cinders. The ship followed a preprogrammed course towards the planet's lone installation: an automated lava mine built originally by the Bounty Hunters Guild to draw precious metals from the continuous rivers of burning stone. However, that was no longer it's purpose. The facility now served as the base and home of Carden Mannux, a base where he was able to conduct his final experiments and prepare the next phase of his plan for Isabella Dashin. As the vessel landed gentely outside of the facility, the former Dark Lord prepared a new sedation for the Chancellor's Daughter. He stood up, stalking towards her with the needle in his hand. The sedation was a potion created at this very facility, and because he always thought ahead he injected himself with an antidote should the girl somehow manage to get ahold of the sedation. He would settle for nothing less than total success.*

"Time for a nap....."

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

She should have known the man wouldn't answer her questions. Hours passed with no conversation as her mind desperately tried to figure out a way to escape. Yet, for all the effort, the force cage provided little in offering many choices. He of course would have to lower the field around it to get to her when they arrived.

Time for a nap....., came his words and she knew the time had arrived. It was now or never. Eyes moving to the syringe, she scooted as far back in the cage as she could and waited. Once he lowered the field, she'd kick out with all her might toward his hand holding the syringe and lunge for him.

 

[Carden Mannux]

*As he stalked towards her, he quickly punched a few numbers into a computer console to lock the door with an encryption code. He turned back to her, grinning. She would not be going anywhere. He stalked behind her and deactivated the field and forced the syringe down towards her neck. It wouldn't be long now.*

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

She tried to fight against him when the opportunity came, but he had grabbed her by the hair and taken every blow she dished out as if it meant nothing to him. The fight was short as she felt the pin prick in her neck...the carotid...she knew there would be no fighting back now. As the warm feeling flowed through her body fogging her mind, she could feel the temptation to just lay down and go to sleep. Fighting as much as she could, her eyesight began to blur and she slumped to the ground. It was the last thing she could remember as she heard his voice say something above her though she couldn't make it out.

 

[Carden Mannux]

*For days following his stepping down as Dark Lord of the Sith, he had remained in the catacombs of his new base and home studying the ritualistic and sadistic methods of the twisted Dark Side of the Force. He had no company, no companions and no contact with anyone. He left his chambers only to eat and drink, and even then it was not for long. Four days ago, he finally put the final stages of his plan into fruition. The potions were ready, the labratory constructed and the devices installed to monitor the progress of the demon he would be placing inside the Supreme Chancellor's daughter. However, she would be put under for days as he feverishly worked on combining the genes of the First Daughter and none other than his mortal enemy: Ussej Padric Bac III, his DNA taken from his chambers on Yavin IV. Once that took place, his truly ingenius experiments would take place. Then, and only then, would she be awoken.

He picked the young woman up from the floors of his vessel, throwing her over his shoulder. As he stalked towards the entrance to his humble abode, a Mustafarian carrying a weapon approached him to attack. However, before the disgusting and vile creature had time to even think of making an attack, the prince of darkness removed one hand from the First Daughter and pulled it back before throwing it in front of him, the Force flying in the form of an invisible ball of hatred that knocked the creature off of the platform and into the lava dozens of meters below. The dark one grinned, knowing he was more powerful than ever although that was not what he had hoped to achieve from this. He turned his sights back on the door and stepped inside, quickly stalking towards his chambers to begin the next phase of his plan....*