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 Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 9:13 pm
The Ancient Abyss was a sacred sarlacc pit located on the planet Felucia, the largest known sarlacc specimen in the galaxy. At the time of the Galactic Civil War, a Felucian city existed between the teeth and gums that stretched four kilometers around its maw. The tendrils of the sarlacc were so large that they were capable of dragging large beasts such as rancors into the creature's mouth.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 5:32 pm
†*¤*† Truth, Justice, Protection †*¤*†
The sarlacc's tendrils reached hungrily for the Jedi that would dare enter it's maw, at the same time also reaching forward with telepathy to mess with their minds. However, it recoiled when it touched the mind of a particular Jedi, one it had sensed before. Reverend. The name echoed throughout the Abyss, alerting the Felucians to whom it was that was entering their home.
Reave heard the call, and sent back a thanks to the creature. Much to everyone's great surprise, Sarlacc's weren't idiots. Far from it, the beasts might one day actually attain control of the Force. But it was an intelligence born from the collective minds of those trapped in the creature's belly, and thus couldn't be considered TRUE intelligence. Walking slowly, he kept track of where the Sith was, hoping it was just an illusion. No SIth Lord would act like this, keeping his Dark Side energies out where all could sense.
†*¤*† Lost, Alone, Determined †*¤*†
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 9:23 pm
[ S c y t h e W o l f ] 
Scythe felt the Sarlacc's pull at her mind but ignored it easily enough. She had nothing it wanted, her emotions made it pull away almost, she was a void herself. She allowed the tendrils to set on her but they recoiled from her as well, they did not like the feel of the perfectly neutral jedi. She was strange and foreign to it. She looked back towards the direction of the sith, her mind thinking the same things regarding his open display of dark power. It almost felt like a trap or trick.
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 5:21 pm
Isis's lack of clothing was not because she liked to show off her body, as a plus as it seemed for viewers, it was just too exhausting to wear much else. The smell was by far the worst, but she could cast that aside just as easily as she could the indigenous creature that had been eating this planet alive, from the inside out. Isis was warned by the pilot to not stray too far from the cities on the rim of the maw, but how was she to know what either of those looked like? She had never seen one in her lifetime, now she was expected to be wary of it. That was going to prove difficult in the long run.
The headaches started immediately, the blue skinned female reaching a tired hand to her temple with great effort to even lift her arm. She had lost count on how many days she had been awake. Three, four at the least. It was growing difficult as the time passed to even shut her eyes in light slumber, the nightmares were relentless without the help of her ex-husband and his some what reliable drugs. A shaking hand reached for her pill bottle and popped a few into the back of her throat and continued on her way. The main city of this planet was not far, he was kind enough to get as close as he could muster, he was not a fan of this place and even asked why she would care about going here. Isis responded that she had no idea, just something about it. Something in particular that she would risk getting eaten for the sake of finding that out.
Climbing down a few small hills, Isis kept her eyes alert, the bright red of her irises shining in the golden light of the sun. The section of land she stood was gilded in shadows, not enough to reveal the pot whole she was going to fall into if she was not careful. Normally seeing through the darkness was as easy as breathing, but her head was heavy, her sight blurry. Isis tripped, without so much as a second thought, hitting her back hard on the way down. It was a long fall, by most standards, thudding to the ground upon some plant life, all foreign to her. Isis let out a cry of pain, slowly rolling onto her side, with what ever strength she could muster. "Good God..." She mouthed through gritted teeth, and tried to stand to her feet once more. The hill she surveyed had to be a little more than seven feet in length, but that was being generous, she did not want to sound defeated by a hill a child could have trekked.
Before her balance was regained, Isis was thrust back to her stomach once more, feeling a tug on her left leg. Her red eyes cast a short glance towards a large, pinkish colored tendril wrapped snake like around her ankle. "No. NO!" She screamed, this was exactly what the pilot warned would happen. Good advice was just not enough these days. Isis scrambled to find a holding that would tear her away from the creature, but all attempts were futile when another reached from the creature's stomach and inched up her thighs and back and ripped her down. Her head thudded against a large boulder and though the beast had her inside of it's belly, she was far too delirious to realize what had happened. It wrapped around her to the point of nearly being consumed, Isis's hands above her head, as it hung about her neck. This was turning out to be the worst day of her life. And that was really saying something, here's to the next thousand years. Isis thought quietly to herself as she fought to gain her consciousness. After all, who was going to venture down into a stomach to save such an easy meal to begin with?
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 11:20 pm
†*¤*† Truth, Justice, Protection †*¤*†
A few minutes passed with continued silence from Scythe and Reave, the former simply walking while the latter was in quiet contemplation. A few more minutes passed as the pair continued to stride over the desolate paths where the large feelers of the Sarlacc had removed all vegetation. Casting his eyes about, Reave finally spoke up, breaking the unspoken pact of silence. "The Sarlacc has been here for as long as any can remember, before even the Great Hyperspace War. It could have even been here when the Rakatan Empire was still around, or longer." The image came to mind of the Rakatan Empire spanning the known galaxy and beyond, something difficult but not impossible. "This is the largest of its kind, Scythe, and possibly the most intelligent. But its intelligence is something born of those it devours, a unified intelligence made up of the collective minds of the creatures in its stomachs."
Turning a bit, Reave looked over his shoulder at one of the gargantuan teeth, and sighed. "The Sarlacc is considered holy to the Felucians because it protects them from large visitors. For the most part, the creature doesn't eat anything smaller than an Aclay, and favors the Rancor." Adjusting his course without consciously being aware of it, Reave sent out another sweep with his mind, keeping track of the various wildlife and the dangerous creatures that fed on those. The only place that Reave could think of that was any more dangerous than Felucia as far as wildlife went was either Dxan or Kashyyyk. His mind moved out farther and farther with each step he took, and as he did so he continued talking. "All of this, for over thirty miles, is the mouth of the Sarlacc." The tentacles came closer, the things that were the grasping hands of the Sarlacc. They were strong, able to even drag a Bull Rancor into its maw with two or three of them. It was this that caused much distress to people like Reave, who had major defenses that didn't have the power to stop those arms should they try to drag him down.
Reave had been about to continue when he felt it, a massive disturbance in the force. It was odd, though, for it wasn't the Dark Side as he had expected. It was something along the lines of a distress call, or at least that's what it felt like. Instantly, Reave shut his eyes and focused, using the Force to feel farther out. There, he could feel it. A humanoid of some sort, attached to the inner lining of the Sarlacc's fourth stomach. Opening his eyes, he instantly drew on the Force and enhanced his legs, his arms, and his entire body. "Scythe! Cover me! Keep the arms off of me!" With that, he burst into incredible speed, running at a blinding velocity that he would reach the mouth of the Sarlacc in a matter of minutes, if the tentacles didn't interfere.
†*¤*† Lost, Alone, Determined †*¤*†
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 2:22 am
The headaches picked up once more, as they usually did, right on cue as always. Though the creature whose stomach she now occupied, had cut off all feeling to her body, or that she even still had a body to begin with. However, it had seemingly left her mind intact, which was exceptionally odd. Severe the head and watch the body die, it was the rule of all creatures great and small. All functions of any creature is summoned and commanded by the central system of the brain, without it, the body would cease to be a threat of any kind. Why not end the suffering of her mind and thus become even less of a pain to swallow?
Then Kev was standing before her. Isis stared at him in wonder. What the hell just happened? Was this creature capable of teleportation of it's victims, and if so, why here? Her family was all around her, even the people not related through blood all stood in a glorious circle around her, each pointing a deafening finger in her direction.
"You are here by sentenced by a jury of your peers to death. For your betrayal of your country and your husband." Her father stated, standing at the head of the entire group, even his shaking finger was aimed directly at her face. Kev stood beside her with an expression that mixed hatred with a hint of lust. Her grabbed her by the shoulders, thrusting her gaze towards him, just as the images of her people faded into black, and into the nothingness.
"You will not regret this night..." Kev whispered, as was the same thing he had said to her on their wedding night. Not that he loved her, or that she would enjoy what was about to happen to her, just that she would not regret it. Such a lovely honeymoon, and under the waxing moon of their new homestead, she regretted. Crying and begging him to stop, but of course he could not hear her over the sounds of his own pleasure.
Isis watched this movie over and over again, over and over again; until the point she began to scream. Bloodcurdling howls of pain and regret echoing off the walls that she had been stuck too. Her body shook under the grasp of the Sarlacc's tendrils, not because she was in pain but that she could not bare to watch this anymore. The moment in which her life had been taken from her, her right to choose her fate, thrust upon another as though she were nothing but an object, not even of affection but for lust and power. Kev had used her just as her father once had in having his only daughter married off to whom he knew was an abusive mad man. Power does that to a man, Isis came to understand.
"Stop!" She yelled over and over again but the nightmares continued. What was this? She did not will to be asleep anymore, usually by now her body would thrust her to awaken and she would be free to wander aimlessly in exhaustion. But no, she was bound to this darkness where Kev had control over her tiny frame, staring down at her with red burning eyes as hot as fire. She begged whatever this was that was happening to her, to stop in her native tongue. Over and over again the nightmares replayed and her voice grew louder and louder begging to be released in true Chiss fashion. Death would be a cake walk in comparison to this. To say the least, Isis wanted to die....
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 2:57 am
†*¤*† Truth, Justice, Protection †*¤*†
The pain hit him then, the agony the humanoid felt. The waves of pain, or horror, of sorrow. It was almost too much. The Sarlacc unknowingly sent out these emotions through it's own mental powers, something Reave hadn't known was possible before. The intelligence the creature bore wasn't well know, but it wasn't anything too human, too sentient. And it was because of this it didn't understand the sudden frenzy that arose within the Gray Master's mind, nor the rippling that raised over his flesh and the power of his mind that spread forward like a coming tempest.
The tentacles of the Sarlacc reached for him, sensing the movements as a meal thankfully and willingly rushing to feed it. But the second they came within range of grabbing the onrushing Jedi, Reave changed. Literally, his skin and hair melted, becoming as wax, blurring and expanding. Ligaments, muscle fiber, skin tissue and enormous fangs grew along with the height, and within moments where once a human had stood was now a Bull Rancor, a creature that was pure black with tusks easily fifteen feet long. The body was sixty feet tall, an incredible leap in size from the five and a half foot tall human it had been. So much so that the tentacles of the Sarlacc couldn't respond for an instant, which caused it some pain. Reave reached out and took two in its massive three clawed hands and with bestial, monstrous strength pulled on them and literally ripped them out of the Sarlacc's mouth.
There was a terrible scream from the center of the Pit that echoed throughout the Maw and up to the native Felucians. To say the least, it caused a great stir, for the Sarlacc was holy to them. But at the moment, Reave didn't care. Leaping high into the air, Reave began once more to alter his body, but this time he grew plates all across his body, heavily reinforcing the body he had taken as a form. This was for the passage through the Sarlacc's mouth, which was wide open in a scream of pain. For an instant, all went quiet as he entered, blocking the creature's airways.
Then there was a pop, and he was through.
On the other side Reave was met with a horridly humid air, stagnant and gut wrenching with the stench of stomach fluids. The Sarlacc's body was split into many stomachs and thoughts, as well as the corpses of male Sarlacc bodies and a waste deposit. As he entered, Reave's body changed again, shimmering as the muscles and skin and bone re-knit, forming back into his human form, though this time with skin as hard as diamonds and with a filter in his lungs. With this, he could breathe the foul air in the creature's stomach.
Using the Force around him, Reave was able to keep him self afloat, flying in the center of the main stomach. He cast out with his mind, searching with the Force to find the disturbance he had felt. His robes were, however, effected by the acidic nature of the Primary, meaning it was slowly being digested by the poisons. This didn't distract him too much, however, and thus was easily able to find where the humanoid was: the Fourth Stomach. Without thinking, Reave calmed himself down, making sure that no anger nor rage was in him. With that done, he reached out with his hands, and white lightning blasted forth. With this wall of devastation before him, Reave wiped out the tentacles reaching for him as to make a victim out of him. That wouldn't do.
The screeching from the Sarlacc was becoming overbearing, and even Reave would eventually succumb to the agony of the creature's mind. And so, he stopped up his ears, sealing them shut with flesh and removing the eardrums. It cut out the noise, but the assault on the mind was barely lessened. Drawing back his right hand, robes fluttering from the heat of the stomach and the lightning-singed flesh of the tentacles, Reave drew in and condensed the Force over his hand, and with a thrust of anger he threw it out before him. Force Explosion was what he used, and it literally blew the fatty barrier before him apart, ripping open a hole to the fourth stomach.
Now for the icky part, he thought, and soared through the opening.
†*¤*† Lost, Alone, Determined †*¤*†
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 1:53 pm
As the image of her ex-husband raged on in her mind, a loud crying call of pain echoed through the clearing and darkness. What the hell was that? She thought, though it hurt to even imagine anything other than what was happening. The creature had slipped, faulted for a moment to reveal the pain it had been feeling. It was hard to believe that a creature of this size was capable of being hurt. It must have reached for something a lot bigger than Isis that was not willing to get eaten as easily as she. Everything was possible at this moment. And then, her awareness of her body and the Sarlacc disappeared once more, it having gained control over the situation. Whatever it had been reaching for must have succumbed to it, as most things probably did, their attempts to flee as futile as Isis thinking that she could escape with her life.
Again, nightmares and not knowing if she still had a body aside, being eaten wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be. I mean, she could be knee deep in stomach acid and being slowly burned alive, and of course, awake. There were blessings in disguise just to be forced to relive her darkest days. Isis watched Kev disappear, for it was no longer a nightmare anymore, now that she had seen it over and over again. Isis knew every detail of her ex-husband having been there in the first place. It was her mother, Gabbin, standing before her. She was dressed in white. Her raven hair flowing gently in a light breeze, blood dripping down from the corner of her mouth as her hands parted from her stomach to reveal the open flesh wound in her abdomen. Isis, as young as twenty, raced to her side just as she fell.
On the outside world, a single tear fell down her midnight skin and into the crevice of her bosom. That was a time she had forgotten more than any moment with Kev. Gabbin ran her fingers across Isis's face, crimson smearing across her cheek as the bright red color faded from her eyes and succumbed to death. She had been killed, an accident, though Isis never really knew how. Kev came up behind young Isis and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her away from her mother's lifeless body. Isis kicked and screamed fighting for her right to hold to older woman that had brought her into existence. The harder she fought the further she went away, and her Gabbin disappeared from view. Only for Isis to be awaken during her own brain surgery, Kev driving a long needle into her exposed skull. Of course, it was then that the screaming began once more. "Just kill me already..." She mouthed, while tears poured from her closed eyes. Was it for the creature? Or for Kev? Did it really matter?
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 2:40 pm
†*¤*† Truth, Justice, Protection †*¤*†
The pain from the humanoid once more rushed through his mind, which was nor more in tune with the Sarlacc that it had been when he'd entered the Ancient Abyss. The creature was reaching out with its immune system, its tentacles and microscopic organisms to attack and overwhelm the invading Gray Master. Reave, however, wasn't in the mood to be turned back, and thus wouldn't be. The pain from the mind of the humanoid brought up memories he had tried to bury, the emotions he had felt when his wife had returned with no memory of him or the love they had shared. The Sarlacc latched onto these, hoping to besiege his mind with nightmares of the memories before he could more farther. Drawing up its power, it conjured an image in Reave's mind.
Before him stood a beautiful human with sparkling long, red hair the color of true fire, like the sunset on the fields of Naboo that lit up the sky with reds, yellows, and oranges that had no names. Milky white skin, smoother than the skin of a Caminoan female, flashing enticingly in the imagined moonlight of the Nine Twin Moons of the planet Lorien. She wore the transparent Spinaran silk nightgown he had bought for her so long ago, a matter of weeks before she had been taken. Emerald green eyes, burning with the intensity of emerald fire, stared out from a face that could make a Happan blush scarlet with envy. She held out her hand to him, calling him silently to her, to lover her again, to renew the love they had lost.
The Sarlacc believed this to be the weakness it needed to stop Reave, and it seemed to be working, for Reave had stopped in the air and dropped his arms, his head bowed and his hair falling down to frame his head due to the humidity of the stomach. The Sarlacc reached forward, eager to end the pain, but it had miscalculated. Instead of the illusion lulling Reave into a sense of complacency, it had the opposite effect. Reave raised his head, and the Sarlacc couldn't see the irises of the Jedi, the blue radiance that showed the rage within him. Drawing his hands up from the sides, a rumbling roar grew from his chest and expanded, raising higher and higher to form the Force Scream. The roar was enormous, shaking the entire body of the Sarlacc and scaring the living hell out of it, if the creature could indeed FEEL fear.
It's tentacles retracted for a moment before they once more launched themselves at him, but the instant before they struck him Reave used the Force to create a barrier to protect him upon which they battered futilely against. Using the Force again, however, Reave sent out shockwaves of energy through the tentacles, destabilizing and ripping them apart from the inside out. It shrieked in agony, but Reave didn't care. He could see the blue skinned form of a humanoid, that whom he'd been seeking, nor but a few hundred feet before her. With another roar he launched forward and landed with his feet on either side of the humanoids torso. Reaching forward with his hands, he grabbed the figure's torso and changed his arms, altering their muscular density and reinforcing the shoulders and torso to support the strength it gave. WIth that, he pulled, wrenching the form from the stomach lining of the Sarlacc. Whoever it was, they would feel intense agony as the sensors that were attached to them were ripped out of their skin, something that Reave couldn't think of right then.
With a final wrench, the humanoid was free, and Reave lifted the unconscious person onto his left shoulder, only marginally aware that what he carried was a Chiss and a female due to the press of her breasts against his shoulder. Turning, he threw out electricty, this time red and black, to disintegrate the forms of the tentacles reaching for him.
A few moments later, there came a massive scream from the Sarlacc, the entire region of the Abyss quaking with the movement of the creature that had laid unmoving for millenia beyond knowing. At the same time Reave launched out from the mouth of the creature, flying through the air with the Force to land gently on the other side of the Pit from where his one-time apprentice was. Covered in sweat and half-dissolved robes, Reave laid the woman down on the ground before kneeling beside her, trying to catch his breath and control his form. When a Shi'ido lost control, they often destabilized into their original form, a puddle of flesh. The images had yet to fade from his mind, the ones of his wife, but with anger, and more than a fair bit of agony, he pushed the images into the back of his mind, out of sight and notice. The skin of the Sarlacc covered the girl's chest, but it was quickly dissolving with the oxygen in the air touching it. Blood covered parts of her body where the tubes had been ripped out, as did blood cover Reave's arms where he had made contact with the flesh of the stomach that had tried to eat away at him at the contact.
In short, the mission was a success. This woman was the disturbance he had suddenly felt. Yet somewhere, beyond her signature, was the pull that had sent him to Felucia, but the girl's power still nagged at him. Who was she, and was she a sith? There was no training, he expected, but it still nagged at him. Who was she?
†*¤*† Lost, Alone, Determined †*¤*†
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 10:55 pm
In her mind she raged to the creature to let her go, now that she was certain it was its fault for her nightmares and her inability to awake from them. Begging for it to let her go, for what use was it for her nightmares to play so vividly in her mind? Perhaps it was getting some sick pleasure out of her bloodthirsty screams and her cries of pain and torture. It was the only viable solution to the dilemma for nothing but something purely evil would revel in the misery of others. Isis hated this creature for all that it was doing to her. All the while Kev had drawn the longest needle she had ever seen into the back of her exposed brain.
It was almost fully inside her skull before the nightmare ended and was replaced by the most painful, grueling agonizing pain she had ever felt in her twenty seven years of existence. Her skin felt as though it was being ripped right off of her bones, her muscles tightened intensifying the reaction ten fold. Isis screamed at the top of her lungs, now fully able to hear the sound of her own voice, she was sobbing and through her misery she begged for the pain to stop. Isis felt her body moving, which was nearly impossible since her current condition was bound to the wall of a massive ungodly humid stomach. But it was happening whether she wanted to believe it or not, circumstances were hard fight against, no matter what weapon you chose to fight it with.
It was usually impossible for most humanoids to feel their own blood pouring from flesh wounds on their bodies, unfortunately that was not the case for the blue skinned woman. Sweat poured from her forehead as her unknown savior lowered her to the safety of the ground. It was unbearably hot and her lungs were dry and begging for water. If anything were possible at this point, may it begin to rain to add to the dismal sense of self loathing and hate that now radiated from Isis. It was her stupid fault for falling. Her stupid fault for coming out here. It was her stupid fault for abandoning her family and her home planet. Had she not done so, she would have been so very unhappily happy being locked up in a cage for the remainder of her existence.
The pain grew in intensity as the coolness of the floor engulfed her body, causing her eyes to instantly open, staring at the indigenous, wait for it to come into full view. It was dizzy at first, shaky and hard to make out figures that now were in her company. One in particular was exceptionally close, too close for her comfort in fact. But that ideal quickly faded, her arms began to shake as the oxygen now pierced her wounds and caused her pain reciprocals to immediately act. She was heaving in and out like a dog panting in the summer sun, through gritted teeth she took in her breath and before long was screaming yet again. Tears, warm to the touch, poured down her cheeks like water falls and she turned away from the figure before her, her hands whipped around dangerously close to the figure's face, whether she hit the figure or not she could not tell. All she knew was that the nightmares were just beginning. The pain was too much and she sobbed into the grasses her face was now buried in. "Why me?" She asked in her native tongue. And continued to spew out words that would sound foreign to those in her company. "Why me?" Isis tried for a second go, bringing her legs up to her chest and curling into a tight ball, her hands atop her head; Isis rocked back and forth like a child too afraid to open their eyes in the darkness of their room.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 11:37 pm
†*¤*† Truth, Justice, Protection †*¤*†
"Because you cried for help."
That was the answer to her cry, even if in a different language. Having met the Chiss once in his life, Reave had taken the opportunity to learn the language there and then, in case he met them later. The words weren't used often, and thus to the girl his accent would be...well...terrible. That said, Reave looked up at her, his hair hanging around his bowed head in spidery lines, and realized how much pain she would be in. He also took a second look at her to make sure she was a full blooded Chiss. Black hair, darker than the spaces between the stars? Check. Red eyes, that are currently glowing enough to serve as a light source? Check. Blue skin (HOT!)? Check. Yep, she was a Chiss.
Sitting back and leaning onto the palms of his hands, Reave considered what to do first. The skin of the Sarlacc was almost gone from her flesh, disintegrated because of the oxygen, the same stuff that was getting her eyes to glow to fiercely. Though, they WERE closed not, thankfully. His own eyes were too enhanced right then for the brilliant color. Reaching out with his Mind, he took the Force into himself, drawing on it deeper and he considered what to do. Reaching out through the Force, Reave began to heal the girl. First, he stopped the flow of blood out of her body. Next, he began working on the muscles, soothing them and loosening them enough that they no longer hurt. This was close to done already, for the next he began knitting up the skin.
It took minutes, but he knew she'd notice. And probably guess that it was him doing it. For the moment, he kept his eyes on hers, his hand up to show that he had no weapons. Of course, before she opened her eyes he had hid his weapons inside his body. No need for freaking her out without a need. "You are safe now. My name is Reave Kuv'ver'on, and I am the one that saved you from the Sarlacc. Please, be calm. I am a Jedi, and I seek to help you."
He could still feel her anger, her rage, her pain and sorrow, and it sent gut wrenching pain through him. He could remember when, years earlier, he had tried to convince his wife of his identity, of their love. The same emotions had plaid through her mind then, as well as the fear, the terror. That had been the worst, her fear of him, that he was insane. She said she was going to call the Jedi to come help him, and he'd known then that what they had had was gone forever. Tears threatened to overwhelm Reave, but he wouldn't let them. Smiling sincerely, he waited for the girl to answer him.
†*¤*† Lost, Alone, Determined †*¤*†
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 12:56 am
Isis heard her native tongue. With a glare that could cut through a perfectly shaped diamond, she stared at the humanoid with a cross between contempt and curiosity. No one outside of her people were capable of speaking the language freely without having some strong connection to the Chiss heritage. This human male had three possible ways he could have known that language. One, he had shared a bed with a Chiss woman, which was not always impossible, she wasn't the first woman Chiss to escape the tyranny of her planet. Two, he had spent time with one of the officials because he was a liaison official for the senate and the Chiss empire. Though vain, they still preferred to be involved in matters that concerned their stretch of space. However, they were more reclusive than really anticipated. Three, well, there wasn't much of a third, not many species moved to the Chiss home world for it was too cold for most to endure. So he had two options, she would discover those soon as the pain subsided.
His eyes were watching her, she could feel them on her body even as her head lay silent in the ground, her arms holding onto her for dear life. Almost as if she let go, her body would begin to float into outer space, that holding on would allow her to keep her mass and gravitational connection with the ground. The hurt was coursing through her entire form, how come death had not taken her yet? Why hadn't there been mercy for her through out her time in the unknown of space? Then the mercy hit her like a ton of bricks. That was a bad metaphor, but the torture she was subjugated too was now being relinquished and dampened. Her aching muscles that were so warn down from their tightened position in her body were relieved of excess stress. Her wounds, that were burning from fact her skin had been ripped open, closed and now she felt whole again.
Isis slowly rose from her fetal position and sat up, her head still dizzy from the whole experience. It even took great effort to sit her self upright. Her arms were a bit shaky, but she managed to be positioned comfortably, she turned, moving herself slowly towards the man that called himself a Jedi. Her red eyes neared his face, and she stared deeply into his. Glaring as she did it seemed as though she was reading through his soul, finding out all of his secrets, tearing through his memories to find something viable to use against him. That was not the case, Isis just wanted to investigate that he was indeed whom he said he was. After a long few minutes of cold hard staring the corners of her lips curled upwards in a minuscule smile. Her white teeth brighter in comparison to her beautiful blue skin.
"You are a Jedi?" She began in human speech, her voice accented, dark and beautiful like chocolate. She was acting like a lady even now, brushing a lock of raven hair back behind her ear to unobscure her face from view. "Then you would know that nearly being ingested is no cause for one to, 'calm,' as you have suggested." Her smile faded, staring at him again with that curious gleam in her eyes. Her red eyes were glowing exceptionally bright in this kind of setting, enough to nearly reflect off of his cheeks, now that she was inches from his face, her lips close enough to brush his had she decided to speak. Isis wanted to see into his soul whether she physically could or not was not the issue. This was her way of greeting someone. Kev had been a magnicant liar, she would not befall the tricks of a man any further.
He was not lying however, he spoke the truth, his eyes remained the same without making her believe otherwise, and he had sought to help her. Which of course, made her feel awful with having been so persnickety with him just earlier. Biting her lip she slide back to her spot leaving their faces a few feet apart, instead of the inches she had been just a moment ago. Reave, he had given himself a title, so that is what she called him respectfully. "Reave." Isis began, thinking that it was wise to choose her words correctly. It was hard to talk in human language, but she did a good enough job of it. "Thank you for saving me. I... would have died, without you." Her dark hair fell in her face as she recalled what she had been through, and then her red gaze returned to Reave with a sort of respect, his own expression saddened. That was not a good sign. "My name is Isis. Can we be well met?" She asked, holding out her hand for him to take.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 5:43 pm
†*¤*† Truth, Justice, Protection †*¤*†
Inches from his face she was, and for a moment, all he could think of was her beauty. She was gorgeous in a way his Wife hadn't been, and was yet equal to her. It was an odd, and definitely disturbing, feeling. How could she be so equal to that whom he still loved, even after all he'd been through? None of this showed on his face, or in his eyes, in any way. "You don't have to speak Basic. I know most languages in the galaxy, including Chiss." With that, he switched over to the Chiss language. "If you are just going to thrash about, it's going to be ten times more difficult to heal you." With that, he returned to healing her body, working next on the fractures in her skull. From the apparent amount of damage, she appeared to have been beat at regular intervals, and with frightening frequency.
This led to many thoughts that bothered him, about the horror, pain, and terror he had felt from her while she was captured. Could it be that she had faced terrible events in her past. But now was NOT the time to be asking such personal questions. Her pain would be intense, he knew that, from all the pain from the Sarlacc stacked with waht she would already be feeling before. However, while messing with her body, he tried to soothe her mind, but found himself shut out. Odd, that. He'd never met a Chiss he couldn't reach. Maybe it had to do with that pain he found in her.
The area had stopped quaking as the Sarlacc quieted down and began turning to healing itself, regrowing the broken ends of the tentacles Reave had destroyed. "And for the record, I'm not necessarily a Jedi, at least, not as far as the Order is concerned. But don't worry, I'm not a Sith." As this point, as he reached for her hand, he lost control of his body and his arm dissolving into a brown goo on the ground. Awkwardly silent for a moment, Reave reached down and gathered it up, using the Force to stabilize the matter back into a hand. While he sought to reattach it, he answered the rest of what she said. "My name is Reave, it's not a Title. And I couldn't NOT help you. As for can we be well met, sure." Attaching the hand, Reave took hers and shook his, smiling kindly. "How are you feeling now?"
†*¤*† Lost, Alone, Determined †*¤*†
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 12:36 pm
Grateful as she was, for Isis was incredibly so, more than she had ever been in her entire life. However, that being said, his accent was an insult to her family. His vowels and long vowels just screamed that he was definitely not in any way, shape or form, from her home world and had only picked up the language by some strange means. A Chiss was too proud to go out and start teaching how to speak the language to outsiders, so she chopped that up to not everyone was the same everywhere, look at herself. However, how he learned her language was a mystery that was going to remain unsolved, she had no reason to insult a Jedi, or what have you, after he had just risked his life to extract her from the stomach of the century. Her eyes narrowed at him, regardless, she shouldn't have been insulted at his accent in the slightest, Isis hated her own people too much to really care whether he was able to speak her native tongue or not, in fact, it seemed more like he was making fun, and it amused her.
Her glare faded into a smile for all of five seconds until he began talking again. Thrashing around? She was as calm as the waters of her world. He had already cured the massive wounds, what was left? This would not due, no one, no matter how pretty they were, were not going to baby here for even just a second. Isis wanted to push him by the face away from her just out of playfulness and then stretch her legs. The nightmares never left her mind, they were still as vivid as the Sarlacc was allowing her the view them, but this time they were her own doing. A sort of waking remembrance of the events that had just recently taken place. Isis was not afraid of them, however, she had been when inside the beast for the time she had been. Made her wonder if it was the same day or or an interval of time later. It was hard to keep track of the time when one could not see, move their body or have a thought of their own.
He was focused on what he was doing, like a veteran of his field, cold hard staring ensued as if his thoughts were else where. His serene expression betrayed him. Men always thought that if they could make themselves look as though they were not thinking, it was a dead give away that they were. Isis smiled thoughtfully to herself, a Jedi he may have been or currently was, he was still a man and he could not hide anything from a woman whose job it was to BE a woman. However, she cast the thoughts aside and decided to leave him to his lying, allow him to hide his thoughts, his feelings, his reasons for being at this spot at this moment. Isis thought for a moment about the possibility of fate, however much she was not that big of a fan of it. What were the odds? "I don't like your accent. It's.... human." She spoke in Basic, listening to her words. That wasn't the truth, not one single bit. "Um. I mean to say that I just.... DON'T want to speak in my native language. Basic suits me fine. I need the practice." Isis mused, looking down at the blue stretch of skin on her hands.
"I don't know what the Order MEANS." She admitted. Isis understood two things. There was good and bad in this world, as was with the Jedi. There were Jedi and Sith and after that, her knowledge of them faltered. She was not trained in matters that did not concern her, so Isis never really understood the logistics of being a part of the Grand Force, however, she was still intrigued. "So for me, I could care less of what you are. I tend to focus on that old world custom, where you,. 'love a man for whom he is, not by what he is,' do you remember that one?" The blue skinned woman cast her glowing red eyes to the Jedi, with a sense of common understanding, and then back down at her hands.
With her hand outstretched, the Chiss stared at the pile of flesh that had once been the Jedi's hand, which lay in a mushed pile upon foreign grasses. Her red eyes stared down at the puddle for an undetermined amount of time, just staring. "Wow. That's a new one..." Isis nearly whispered, still staring even as he gathered his hand back and forced it back into the hand he once had. It wasn't long before said hand was in hers and shaking in a gesture she did not understand. Isis looked nervous to be even doing so, but she went with it, after they broke the hand shake off she looked down at her hand questionably. "Better. Actually, thank you." Isis stood to her feet feel the awesome drop in temperature in her own body. The Chiss woman reached her hand and offered to help him to his own feet.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 3:31 pm
†*¤*† Truth, Justice, Protection †*¤*†
He could tell that she was calling his lies, or at least, the ones she must have thought were. His accent was rusty, but she was right. It would take a few days to get his accent better, and that he didn't have time for. Retracting his will, and with it the Force, Reave switched over to Basic to speak to her as he took her hand and stood up. "Alright. I'll stick to Basic. And I've heard that phrase before, a long time ago." Turning from standing up, he looked around him, sending out his senses through the Force to see if his old apprentice was still around. He could sense her, but she was far away. Sighing, he turned back to Isis and smiled, his body rearranging itself to fit that of his original human form without the damage he had taken from the Sarlacc.
Leaning his head to the left, he examined the girl, turning back to the problem of his sensing her. He could still, to a degree. Then it hit him. "You're a Force Sensitive?" She had to be! That could be the only reason she would have reached him as she did, digging into his feelings and drawing him in with her pain and terror. But the ragged, raw power she used meant she had no training, as did her words about not knowing the Order nor the Sith. Hm. This was interesting.
When she answered his question of whether she was okay or not, he sighed. "Good. I'm too tired to heal more, but if you need it, let me know. So what now?" He was curious what she wanted to do. She was free now, and could do what she wished. "I can give you a lift to wherever you want to go, as soon as my mission here is complete. I just need to investigate something."
†*¤*† Lost, Alone, Determined †*¤*†
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