Reformation

[Phantom]

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Iziz
Onderon
@EmilyHuene @Phantom​

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Onderon, one of the few safe places from the reach of the Sith and their expanded empire. The Republic has fallen, and only the Jedi remained to face the Sith threat head-on. But, In the corner of the galaxy that is Onderon lay a young woman who left the Sith and their quest for power. Her name was Angela Aldaine, but she was nothing like her previous herself.

Angela woke up in a dark room, she had no clue how she got there nor did she have any recollection of the night before. In fact, the last two months have been a blur for Angela, ever since she left the Sith and turned her back on the love of her life, she'd been on a downhill streak. She opened her eyes fully, taking in the contents of the room. There was a slight draft in the room, and that was the moment she realized two things. One, she wasn't wearing any clothes. Two, she wasn't alone.

She looked to her left, spotting what looked to be a young woman a year or so younger than Angela herself. Angela rolled her eyes and got out of bed, eliciting a slight protest from the woman. Angela wiped the weriness form her eyes as she picked up her clothes from the night before, slipping them back on and grabbing her travel bag. As she neared the door, she turned back to the woman who, had by now gotten wind of what was happening, "Thanks for last night, but I've gotta go. Maybe i'll come back one day."

The last sentence was a complete lie, Angela couldn't even remember the girl's name. She opened the door and left, squinting her eyes at the bright hall lights of the apartment complex. She quickly made her way out of the building and onto the streets of Iziz. She would walk with the flow of people, stopping to get a large caf, and keep going. Another 10 minutes of walking passed by and she arrived at her destination.

For a few weeks now, she had been in contact with a Jedi by the name of Valerie Black, who knew what she was going through and agreed to help her. Angela had given Valerie the address of a local market where they were to meet. She began to walk around the market place to find the woman who was going to help her.

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[EmilyHuene]

It seemed lies were consistent everywhere within the galaxy. Angela would find herself with a cruel dose of karma today, something no one could have expected. These last two months might have been a blur for the ex Sith, but the girl she'd been in contact with had been even more lost in her ways. Her name was Valerie Black, but her real name was Verisha Condorror. She was the twin child of Vash and Clara Condorror, both ex Sith. While theur of her parents had ever gone to the Jedi, Valerie understood the struggle of leaving the Sith at least on some level. Five years ago, she'd gotten into trouble with the Republic Law and made a deal with the Jedi to avoid jail time. She was to join their ranks and learn to control the Darkness inside her. But no one could have predicted where she'd be today.

A few months prior to Angela reaching out to Valerie, she'd been found by her twin brother who Valerie believed to be dead. Almost ten years had passed since the two of them fought back on their homeworld of Naboo and she threw him off a waterfall to save her own life. She never looked back. Her brother sought revenge for what his sister had done to her and came to punish the twin. He was utterly disgusted when he found out she'd left to become a Jedi. A Jedi of all things. So he set a trap for her. Lying bread crumbs across the galaxy for Valerie to find she went after her brother in hopes of bringing him to the Light and peace as she'd found. Enter Angela.

It seemed another soul out there needed support from the Sith. Could this be a trap? Could it be some trick to bring Valerie out of hiding and send her to Sith prison? Hesitantly she began to message the woman back, unsure of her motives. But the more they talked the more Valerie began to see that this Angela Aldaine was honest in her words. So she set a date. She was to meet Angela after she found her brother and saved him. Things didn't exactly go as planned. Virion broke Valerie, turning her emotions against her and corrupting her back to the Dark. Valerie had loved her brother. She swore no loyalties to the Jedi. Still, there was a meeting out there still to be had.

Unbeknownst to Angela, a trap was lying in wait. It was not her idea to do so, but Virion felt it would push Valerie into believing in the truth of things. The Jedi were failing. Following in their ways would surely bring about death. If anything, Valerie would save Angela from that fate. Surely she was doing her a favor. So she and her brother headed out to Onderon where they would lure in the unsuspecting Jedi-lover. Valerie left her brother behind, not wishing to scare the girl before anything happened. She knew that her brother's aura alone would be enough to see through their ruse. Hopefully there was still enough light in Valerie to keep up the illusion.

She was waiting in a local market place. Angela's request. A little pavilion restaurant overlooked the various shops and tents the Izis people had to offer. She was sitting at a round two person table with a warm cup of caf to comfort her nerves. To avoid suspicion both from Angela as well as other Force users, she was wearing a red flowery dress to make her seem as average as a civilian. Valerie was unarmed, as she usually was. She hated light sabers. She hated fighting. That would never change.

 

[Phantom]

Angela walked through the market place, coming upon the agreed meeting point. She looked over the crowd to find Valerie at a two-person table. She smirked and rolled her eyes, walking up to the girl and sitting across from her. "So, were you trying for the 'inconspicuous but oddly attractive' look, or, the 'Please mug me' look? Because both are working for you." Angela winked and took a sip from her caf, crossing her legs and leaning back in her chair.

Angela called a serving droid over and ordered a breakfast sandwich. She looked to Valerie once again, and stuck out her hand to shake, "Angela Aldaine, Pleased to finally meet you in person, Valerie."

 

[EmilyHuene]

"So, were you trying for the 'inconspicuous but oddly attractive' look, or, the 'Please mug me' look? Because both are working for you."

Looking up Valerie would glance at the woman who was either flirting with her, or insulting her. Oh..she winked. Ok so she was flirting. Awkwardly she smiled back and motioned for her to have a seat. She adjusted her weight and switched her legs around and inspected Angela's own attire for weapons. Going off a statement like that she expected the once-Sith to have some sort of means to defend herself. She figured it was a lightsaber, but she couldn't see one on her.

"I was going for friendly and inviting," she offered. "But I'll take oddly attractive I guess?" How was she supposed to respond to some weird, off-hand compliment like that.

"Angela Aldaine, Pleased to finally meet you in person, Valerie."

Taking her hand in her own she would shake back, "And nice to meet you, Angela." She waited a moment before picking up her glass and casually looking around. "You weren't followed were you?" she would whisper behind her mug.

 

[Phantom]

"You weren't followed, were you?"

"No, I am much too careful for that to happen." Angela looked around, taking in her surroundings and taking another sip of her caf. She looked back as Valerie, noticing her searching for a weapon, "Don't worry, I have no weapon. A great warrior does not require such intricacies."

She took the sandwich from the droid that brought it out to her and wrapped it in a napkin and stood, "Shall we get going? I do not want to delay this any longer."

 

[EmilyHuene]

"No, I am much too careful for that to happen."

"Good," she responded and sat down her cup.

"Don't worry, I have no weapon. A great warrior does not require such intricacies."

"Can you blame me for looking? You were a Sith remember?"

"Shall we get going? I do not want to delay this any longer."

"No, you're right. The sooner we're in orbit the sooner we can feel safe."

Valerie stood and took another look around. She dropped a few credits for the two drinks and the sandwich. She figured Angela needed the coin more than she did. Though....she also knew Angela would soon be robbed of just about everything she owned. Oh well.

The two would start walking out of the streets of Izis and over to the outskirts where Valerie had landed her ship. She didn't wish to land in any sort of docking bay where records were to be kept. Even if she would lie and put down a fake name...cameras and the like still existed. As they made it out further Angela would see a Voruda-class heavy freighter. Valerie unlocked the bay door by bringing out a key pad from her purse. Awaiting for them would be her brother, likely hiding in the ship somewhere.

@Taz

 

[Taz]

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It was the Dark Side that lead the young Templar to his sister only a short while ago. Hunting for Jedi in the Outer Rim he was able to not only find his twin but return her to the darkness, their birthright. Returned to him and now trusting in their connection to one another, his sister told him of another that needed to be reformed, and returned to the cold loving embrace of the dark side. With the aid of his sister he intended to do just that. A sweet little honey pot trap.

Angela was no mere run of the mill member of the Order however. She was a powerful sorceress, one as capable as his own sister. The Templar did not have the born connection to manipulate as he did his sister. He also did not have the space in his old ship for what he would need. Cold Harbor, as it was so named, was a mobile base that was made to look like an unassuming but well armed heavy freighter. A perfect cover for covert ops and hunting down Jedi and turn coat Sith in non Empire controlled space.

As the cargo bay doors opened and the ramp would lower, Virion would spring his trap apawn the Sith. While the pair were away Virion had shielded his presents within the force, masking it with the common scum and low lives of any city. When the ramp lowered however, the full power of his aura would roll forth from the young man like rippling waves of building ocean tide. The Templar was dressed is full heavy armor and carried his crossguard lightsaber in hand, though not yet ignited.

"Welcome, Angela. We have come to take you home. "

 

[Phantom]

"Welcome, Angela. We have come to take you home. "

The color drained from Angela's face as the bay door dropped to reveal Virion, she took a few steps back, the wave of Force was nothing that she had experienced before. She looked to Valerie, her anger rising as she realized that she had been pulled into a trap. The Force responded to her anger, sparks of electricity began to travel through her hair, making it stand up with static. She sent out a waves of her own, her aura slipping through the cracks in the twin's defenses, she had done far more mental combat in her training than most sith, but she had no idea what the pair would do to her.

 

[EmilyHuene]

The ramp would open and standing at the top was her brother. Powerful and dangerous, he was a true Sith. Valerie was proud to call him family. He walked down with a fierce aura that would make anyone intimidated. Angela was no different. Her aura rose up to defend herself and prepared to fight. Maybe she wished she had her saber now....

"Welcome, Angela. We have come to take you home. "

Valerie held up her hands to warn Angela, "Don't make this any harder than it has to. You cannot win. The Sith are everywhere. Surrender and I promise you'll be treated fairly."

 

[Taz]

Virion did not budge, nor cower in fear. Though the force was not his greatest weapon was it was the two women, he was well gifted in it. He was also gifted in the defense of it. As a Templar his survival fighting other force users, especially his own kind within the Sith, demanded it. Virion placed no barriers up around his mind, rather he allowed the sorceress to do what she did best. She warmed her way into her way into the mind of the Sith warrior, soon she would find it was a house or horrors.

The twin would use his connection to his sister to speak into her mind briefly. "She cannot battle on two fronts, attack the body, I will weaken the mind." He then focused on his welcomed intruder. Virion stool at the center of this mental chamber, a dark cave that seemed to be surrounded by pools of black water. Warm and inviting as the feeling of cold air danced over them. The feeling of the dark side was incredibly powerful within him, he did not bare the rank of title of a lord but he did not lack in their equal power of the dark side. As the sorceress made the mistake of entering into the man's mind the doorway she found to enter his mind would be closed by fire, a hallmark of the Inquisition.

"Brave, but a foolish move Angela"

 

[EmilyHuene]

"She cannot battle on two fronts, attack the body, I will weaken the mind."

She would not sure with her brother, such a feat was impossible. But she would advise him. "You should leave the mind games to me brother. Just call me if you need me." Valerie closed off the link lest Angela managed to somehow over power her brother and then move directly into hers. Not likely.

Reaching out with the Force Valerie would call upon the elements. While most Sith focused in lightning or fire, Valerie had an infinity for ice. Even in this mid summer heat a blizzard began to overrun them. Sleet and snow blew around them bringing visibility down to near feet away from ourselves. At this moment, Virion would be invisible to Angela due to the harsh snow, but Valerie was still in range.

She would then drop to her knees and slam her hands against the ground. The earth turned to slick ice that would make running away near impossible. Unless Angela was used to walking on frozen lakes of course. Again, not likely. For now Valerie was merely playing the defensive assist type. She needed to make this battle as difficult as she could for the runaway Sith to allow her brother to capture her.

 

[Phantom]

Angela had no idea what to do. On one front, Virion had just gained the mental upper hand. At the same time, Valerie proved her worth in the controlling of the Elements. Angela struggled against the mental and physical onslaught, she backed off on the mental front to focus more on the blizzard and now icy ground. She first used the lightning arcing around her body to warm herself, and then using it to thaw the ground around her.

Then it all went wrong from there. One step was all it took, her heeled boots slipped on the ice and she fell head-first into the ground, sustaining a concussion, and losing consciousness, allowing for the twins to overtake her and capture her.

 

[EmilyHuene]

What.....just happened? Valerie looked up blindly with blank eyes, blinking in utter confusion. Did she just fall? She just fell? What the hell had Virion done to her? She cut off her connection to the Force and let the blizzard fade away around them. She then stood up and looked to Virion with her confused look. "Jeeze, V. Did you even give her a chance?" She figured his mental onslaught was too brutal for the girl and that's why she lost consciousness. She couldn't believe the fact she'd simply lost her balance and fell to her defeat so quickly. That just didn't seem possible.

The ice would melt into the ground leaving deep puddles around the grass. Valerie stepped forward and knelt down by the girl to check her pulse; she was alive and breathing normally. She signaled Virion the good news and he would then come to collect her. As they'd previously planned, Angela was to be placed in one of the many stasis pods Virion had in his collection for the ride home. Angela would not like where she would wake up. Destiny it seemed had a cruel way of bringing heartbreak.

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The room would be bright. White lights over white walls. Enough color to give anyone a headache just passing in and out of the chamber. The room had a metal chair bolted to the floor with plenty of slots for straps to be attached. For now, just the basics were installed: her wrists, ankles, stomach, upper chest. Her head was still slumped downwards and her hair draped across her sweating forehead. The temperature was just as unforgiving as the blinding lights. This was a torture chamber after all.

"You sure you don't want us to handle it?" Valerie asked the other girl in the room.

"No...this one is special to me. I have been dreaming of this for some time now. You may leave. I'll make sure you're rewarded for your service. You've done a great deed today, Verisha Condorro."

"I told you, It's Valerie," she would correct the Sith Priestess for the third or so time.

"Call yourself whatever you wish; your name is the truth."

Valerie scoffed and would turn around to face her brother. "Come on. Let's get out of here. We can check on our prize later." The twins had brought the captured Angela to Coruscant where the Sith temple was now booming in power. One priestess of the Inquisition had met them prior to this little adventure and helped them get what they needed within the Empire. The woman had been given the nickname "The Confessor" for she could get the truth out of anyone. She specialized in mental torture and turning her prisoners over to the Dark side. As it turned out, she also had a relation with the redhead they brought before her. It was only fair she did the converting. But their agreement was only for Angela to be turned. Valerie still had possession of Angela and would be the one to decide her fate. She had every thought to turn her over to her brother as a new shiny toy for him. It was almost his birthday after all....

The twins would leave and the heavy metal doors would lock the two women inside the chamber. The lights would then get even brighter, but only one of them would be bothered by it. The priestess walked around the chair and ran her cold hands up Angela's arms and over to her head. Her mental onslaught began, sending thoughts of rising to her brain. She would wake up to her captivity, alone. To her surprise though, she still had her connection to the Force. The priestess did not require the protection of a Force-negating collar. She wanted Angela to feel the Force, the Dark specifically. This could not happen if she was cut off.

"Wake up, Angela," she whispered into her ears. She slipped behind the chair and leaned in, taking a whiff of her hair. She missed this smell. She missed her old lover. "Wake up, my love."

 

[Phantom]

Angela struggled against the straps as Ashlyn poured her self into Angela's mind. Once the onslaught was done, she got a chance to look around the room and see what she was dealing with. Ashlyn's words sent chills down her spine, "It's been a while, Ashlyn. How have you been? Tell your Soulmate I said congratulations by the way."

Angela's mouth curled into a sly smirk, "What? Did you think that when I left I cut off all ties? I still pay attention to the inner workings of the Empire." Angela laughed a little as she imagined Ashlyn's face, trying to figure her way out of the bonds.

 

[EmilyHuene]

The bright lights would bore into Angela as she tired to look around. There really wasn't much else to see. Just the bright, white walls, ceilings, and floor. All of which would make her want to close her eyes to hide from the light, hoping her closed eyes were give her solice. It wouldn't. But her counterpart was unaffected, being blind had its advantages. Other than that, the chair was pretty basic, aside from the numerous slots where straps could be inserted. Then of course there was her once-best-friend. But she stayed just out of sight of Angela's reach.

"It's been a while, Ashlyn. How have you been? Tell your Soulmate I said congratulations by the way."

Ashlyn seemed unamused by her little quip. She expected her prisoners to resist and to fight back in whatever way they could. Anything to seem to have the upper hand. She'd been called many a' names and not a single one of them she liked to repeat out loud.

"What? Did you think that when I left I cut off all ties? I still pay attention to the inner workings of the Empire."

She would move closer, bringing her tattooed arms up around Angela's. She's let her nails gently run across her skin until her hand came up to her neck and lifted her chin upwards. Her sharp nail then pushed into her throat, forcing her head as far back as the chair would allow but also shut her mouth from talking. "This will go a lot faster if you don't struggle. I take no pleasure in harming you, Angela. You were always so kind to me."

 

[Phantom]

Angela shivered yet again, her skin forming goose-bumps as Ashlyn drug her nails on Angela's arms. Angela hissed when Ashlyn pressed her nail into her chin and forced her head back against the chair. She smirked at Ashlyn's comment about not wanting to hurt her, "Fine, Do your worst. But please, nothing like our last night together, I really don't want to visit that again."

Angela was referring to the night where Ashlyn had accidentally triggered a panic attack from Angela. If Ashlyn were to do that here, the process would take ten times longer.

 

[EmilyHuene]

"Fine, Do your worst. But please, nothing like our last night together, I really don't want to visit that again."

"I promise," she would say as she leaned in and kissed Angela's forehead. She then released her nail and let Angela move of her own accord. "I designed this room, you know. I never had the stomach for torture. At least how my fellow Sith see it. Blood, bruises...pointless. There are better ways to achieve one's goals" She would then come around the chair and stand in front of Angela so she could see her in full. Her body, her outfit, her tattoos. There were no secrets between them. At least there didn't used to be. "You'll notice I haven't taken away your Force connection. I want you to feel this. I want you to feel the Dark side calling you. Coming to aid you. I need you to remember what you have forgotten. The sooner you toss aside the Light, the sooner you will be free. Good luck, Captain."

She would turn and face the door and knocked against the wall. There was no way to open it from the outside unless one knew exactly how the door operated. But the other side the guards were waiting and would unlocked the several gears in the wall that detached it from the door allowing it to swing open again. Ashlyn left the room and the door would again shut and then lock. What came next was a literal Hell. The lights which were already blinding got even brighter. Even closing her eyes would not shield her from the brightness. They began to pulse higher and hotter, beating down on Angela like the high sun. It didn't help that Angela was still fully clothed so she'd be sweating within minutes. Then came the screams. Tiny speakers built into the walls would cry out with horrific screeching noises loud enough to make someone's ears feel like they were bleeding. They weren't, for then the suffering wouldn't be as effective. What good was a broken ear drum? The screeching was awful and nerve wracking to the point the prisoners often tried to drown out the noise with their own screams. They would writhe around and plug their ears with whatever they could. Too bad Angela's hands were restrained.

 

[Phantom]

Angela almost got into a screaming match with the room, almost. She calmed herself, sitting up and closing her eyes. She reached out with the Force, looking for protection and peace. She found it with the darkness, she immersed herself in it, letting it consume every part of her soul and body. The screaming became obsolete, and the heat lessened. She became oblivious to all but the darkness. She then took control of the darkness, sending it out in tendrils to the walls and ceiling. The Force penetrated the intricut wiring and sent hundreds of electrical pulses through the wires, making the speakers short out and the bulbs burst. Leaving the room in silence and darkness.

When Ashlyn would enter, she would see Angela in the center of the room, still strapped to the chair, but a red haze had formed around her as the Dark side condensed around the woman. She looked up as the haze disappeared, "So... How'd I do?"

 

[EmilyHuene]

Her old mistress was full of surprises. Should she really expect any different. Within minutes she'd completely disrupted the signals in the room and turned everything off. Ashlyn couldn't help but smirk as her people tried to explain what had happened. They figured she'd whip whomever told her the bad news, as Sith often would. But how could she be mad when her mistress had done exactly what she'd been asked to do. Well, maybe some torture was needed after all. The doors would then be opened and Ashlyn stepped into the room to find the captured Sith still where she'd been left.

"So... How'd I do?"

"Forgive me, I didn't realize I was supposed to be timing you." She tried to seem kindhearted, keeping a light attitude above everything. She would walk up and begin inspecting Angela like a nurse would to a patient. She checked her ears, and then her pulse, then her temperature by pressing the back of her hand against Angela's forehead. "You did better than I could have expected. But I still need to break you."

CLAMP!

A steel collar snapped shut around Angela's neck and would start to shock Angela. It would continue to do so until she stopped using the Force. Ashlyn couldn't have her continuously breaking her things when it was Angela's mind that needed breaking. She would then lean back and let Angela freak out of so whatever it was she was going to do. Meanwhile, the men quickly came in and started to pull apart the openings in the wall with special tools to get to the wires and lights. They would have the room fixed up in about five minutes time.

 

[Phantom]

Angela did scream this time. The collar was cold to the touch, it shocked her and was just generally uncomfortable. She writhed and wiggled within the confines of the chair, she tried using the force to block out he pain, but that just made it worse. She eventually learned and calmed down, entering a submissive position with her head bent low and her hands facing up.

"I really don't like you right now.'