Talik Kru
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- Joined
- Dec 14, 2018
- Messages
- 79
- Reaction score
- 38
Vortex, Mid-Rim Territories, Glythe Sector, K - 7
The wind was maddening and she didn't know why the people on whatever world this was hadn’t delved deep into the planet to escape its haunting dirge. It’s what any sane species would do given the inhospitable environment. And yet Talik herself was not the rabid biting screaming mess she thought she’d be, so that was job well done for phase one of her plan. What was phase two? The thought made her laugh to think that planning had anything to do with her situation. If only such a thing existed?
Once more she relived the events that had culminated to bring her to this dark cell on some unknown planet in the far reaches from anywhere civilized. The thought left a sour taste in her mouth for that had been exactly how Allerius would have termed it; ‘civilized’. She had even heard his high brow Alderaanian accent in her mind and she had to wonder what good was running when she brought the author of her torment with her into exile?
Talik Kru, she who was no longer of any people, closed her eyes against the images rising within memory but it was no protection against the truth; it never was. She had been on Corellia at the Eternal Cantina watching the Kaggath one moment, and rushing out onto the war torn streets the next after having seen him fighting the Jedi woman. Everything was unleashed in that one instant and she would have killed him if she had been able. As things turned out she made her escape without gaining her revenge. But he would come for her, hunting down traitors to the Republica; it’s what he did, what they both had done. It was not a matter of if, but only of when. For the time being though, what was she without her revenge?
It had been a seething pain in the back of her mind for a long time now, this thought that she was now nothing more than hate and without him her life had no meaning. He had taken everything that she was and destroyed it, then he turned around and gave her everything in return, a black and twisted version of who she was meant to be. If that was not cause for hatred then what was?
Even though she was calm for the moment, her hands could not help but rise to the Neural control collar which she had quickly learned not to even attempt to touch. Fortunately she caught herself before reaching the collar and let her hands fall back into her lap. Of course they had programmed the hateful thing with the command, “do not use the force” but that had only been amusing thus far. She rose from the cot, the familiar feel of her saber brushing against her thigh was absent as part of the conditions of her surrender. The rebel had been so terrified of her that the collar had been the second. His fellow insurgents held her at blaster point on the very gangplank of their ship; she could either comply or face Katress.
Perhaps pacing the floor would ease her tensions. Were it not for the food and periodic cell checks she would have begun to suspect she had been forgotten. But time wore on and still she had not been interrogated. Whatever was going on in the galaxy it seemed one Sith jumping ship was low priority. She couldn’t think about that now, Eddard and Lysanna’s deaths, the crumbling empire’s fate. None of it was tied to her now. She was more free in this cell than she had ever been in her entire life. For once she would be what she decided…
Whatever the kark that was.
@Mithias @Vosrik
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