Tysyacha Posted January 28, 2006 Share Posted January 28, 2006 Episode 2.5: The Exile's Prisoner After a long and hard-fought battle at the Trayus Core, its namesake, the Sith Lord DARTH TRAYA, has finally been defeated. The JEDI EXILE stands victorious. Dozens of Dark Jedi Assassin bodies have been cleaved asunder. These same assassins had knelt in humble respect at the Exile's feet before they attacked. Now, they all lie dead along with Traya, except for one that still bears a faint trace of the Force. The Exile, out of pity or desire for the assassin to pay the price, has decided to take her prisoner. DARTH TYSY DVUKH sleeps in the medbay of the Ebon Hawk, watched by its suspicious crew... ******************** Atton Rand, the bold and cunning pilot of the vessel Ebon Hawk, was utterly confused by the strange body lying on the medbay cot. "Who the hell is this?", he asked softly, motioning toward the body. It appeared to be female, from the full-looking torso and hips, but the victim's face was covered by a standard black Dark Jedi veil. "An assassin," said Visas Marr. "If she moves or tries to attack us, she's taking a long walk out the airlock." She squared her shoulders. Atton turned with a jolt. Apparently, Visas had not fully mastered the code of the Jedi yet. No matter. She herself was once a Sith. "The meatb--er, patient--is in stable condition, Master." HK-47 gave his report. "However, I fail to see why you took her on board. Assassins, if my memory serves me correctly, always seek to kill." The Exile didn't respond, but merely turned to walk toward the medbay. ********************************** Chetyr...chetyrnadtsat'. Fourteen years of hard labor. I'll pay! New, penitent thoughts swirled slowly through the assassin's mind. Darth Traya was dead. Tysy could sense it, even in a coma. She, Darth Dvukh, had learned the fate of traitorous Sith Lords and had come very close to meeting it. Now, all she wanted was her life. Tysy heard a woman's voice. Awaken. Faintly, through the Force... "Traya?" She spoke the dread name aloud, in her sleep, though it was barely a whisper. "I've failed you...Mistress. The Exile...is still alive." I meant for him to live, said Traya. Either that, or to die by my own hand. There was only to be one survivor in the Trayus Core. Tysy didn't understand. "Pochemu?" she asked. "Mistress...why?" He was strong, replied Traya, the strongest man I've ever known. You were to be my Darth Dvukh if he died, but you failed. I do not blame you, Tysyacha. He struck my Dark Jedi down--killed them all, without a second thought. All but you, and I'm glad for it. Tysy sighed. "I...thought you never let failures live." It's true, Traya said, and it's still true, even though I am one with the Force. I saw reason to spare you when I saw the passion within your soul. No mere Sith can bend it to his will, and no mere Jedi can defeat it. It takes an Exile, this man, to match it and more. I want you to serve him, Tysyacha. Be his, Darth Dvukh, and conquer!" ************************************ At that moment, Tysy jerked awake, as if from a vivid nightmare. "Kreia let you live?" Visas Marr's voice was coolly surprised. "I wouldn't have." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
steven Posted January 28, 2006 Share Posted January 28, 2006 Steven sat alone in the common roon, reading an old data-pad about the mandalorian wars. He had only recently joined the crew of the ebon when the battle of Telso had just finished. He knew the exile from the mandalorian wars, he served under her for most of the war and they were pretty good friends. After finishing his reading he went to check on the prisoner. As he entered he saw Visas talking to the prisoner. "Kriea kept you alive? I wouldnt" She said. The prisoner assassin didn't reply. "Find anything interesting about her?"Steven asked her. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vladimir-Vlada Posted January 28, 2006 Share Posted January 28, 2006 Ryan sat in his chair, holding his hands tightly. He was frowning because a lot of things were on his mind. He was trying to figure out what to do next, either stay and try to help or begin the search for Revan and the Sith. But the thing that occupied his mind the most was this operation conducted by the Sith. Given such devotion to this task, the Sith could only have a purpose that affects all existence, otherwise no one would attack like that. He knew it because the Sith may be quicker than their mind, but they weren't stupid. He was enraged. He wanted to kill every Sith in existence after what had happened. Killing Nilhus was only the beginning and he struck down the thing like it was an animal. Making Sion fall to his knees and beg for mercy made him happy before the final confrontation. When the time came to kill Traya he defeated her easily, but when the final moment arrived, he wanted to cut Traya's head off in an instant. But he didn't kill her... He let her go. And that was the thing that hunted his mind. He made the wrong decision, but then he started to stop blaming others and started to blame himself. How couldn't he see it? It was obvious! But it was too late now... The Jedi Masters are dead and all the hope for the Republic fell along with the Restoration Project. But his thoughts now focused on the prisoner... The potential force user. Why did he take her? He didn't know. It might be because he wanted to torture this one for information... or perhaps he wanted to bring himself out of this nightmare. Suddenly a knock at the door stopped Ryan from thinking and made him turn to see who it is. It was Atton. "Hey. How's it going?" Atton asked. "I am fine Atton." replied Ryan. "So, what are we going to do with that assassin?" asked Atton in annoyance. "Is she awake?" asked Ryan. "Yes." Ryan then got up from his chair and pushed Atton a bit away from him. As Ryan made his way to the medical bay, he wanted to see why this assassin wanted to be sparred. He entered and saw the group examine her. Ryan asked: "How is she?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nymf... Posted January 28, 2006 Share Posted January 28, 2006 On dantooine: Nymf had arrived to Dantooine shortly after The Exile had left. He hadn't been there for ages, since he was a kid. He got suprised after seen the Enclave rebuit, it was exepected to be in ruins. Now wandred through the Enclave. For the first time in years he thought of his real family, his childhood. He had to sit down and think. Memories turned up in his mind. 'Nemo' he thought, one of the kindest person he had ever seen, and so loyal to the Order. Nymf had heard that Nemo got killed some years ago in some ruins of Dantooine. Through the years he had crossing the Galaxy, and met less Jedis for every planet. "Are they all gone now" he thought for himself when he relized that someone should have reuilt the Enclave. He started to walk again and enter the Council room. There he found three corpses. Three Jedis. He walked towards them. "Jedi Masters" he thought and looked at their robes. He recognized Vrook, for he had been on the Enclave much more than the others. But what had killed them? It just seemed as if life was drained from them. No laserswords, no shots nothing, they were just dead. Nymf looked up to the ski, night was falling. A cold wind came. Nymf just stood as nothing. Kept staring. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tysyacha Posted January 29, 2006 Author Share Posted January 29, 2006 Through vision still blurry from the anesthesia that HK-47 had given her, Tysy tried to focus on the figures that stood before her. One had a clear shock of jet-black hair and a square jaw. Male, she supposed, and then her eyes turned to the veiled one, her shoulders squared. Female. "Who are you?" asked this female. "Visas Marr's my name, but as for you, you should just call me 'Madam'. I don't trust you enough to let you call me by my name. What were you doing in the Trayus Core, killing Jedi, eh?" "I was promised power," said Tysy, her voice thick and heavy. "I don't know if Traya betrayed me by letting the Exile strike me down, or if I betrayed her by failing to do that first. I--I wanted to be her apprentice, but I was not worthy enough. I don't know...how did you save me, and why?" "The Exile saved you," said Atton Rand with a harsh edge to his voice, "and frankly, I don't know why he did that either. Maybe he had pity on you, or more likely, he has a score to settle with you. Either way, you're none of my concern. Correction--you're all of my concern, in that I'll keep you from harming the Exile. Harm one hair on his head, and you're--" "Atton!" Visas' tone was sharp. "This is Atton Rand, the bold, intrepid pilot of the Ebon Hawk[. His mouth may be fresh, but so is his mind. If he finds you're sneaking around on the ship--anytime, anywhere, and by any means known to man--then he'll put you straight in a Force Cage." "I understand." Tysy nodded. "I'm here to serve, not to kill." Visas was touched, and some part of her felt vaguely sad. She had not been so ready to accept her fate when the Exile defeated her. Why couldn't this assassin be more cold-hearted, more loyal to the Sith, more easy to kill? It was not that the Ebon Hawk didn't have enough room to transport her, but still. Assassins were not welcome passengers aboard this ship. After all, the Exile had almost been killed more times than Visas guessed he could count. That wasn't going to happen again--not on her watch. "Here he comes," she said sharply. "The Exile. I'll let him kill you." She stepped back to let her Master pass, not keeping her veiled eyes off of the prisoner. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "Now, now," a voice said calmly. "There's no need for killing." A strange young woman with curly blonde hair and dark blue eyes entered the medbay and looked down at Tysy. Then, she turned to the Exile. "Exile," she addressed him, "surely you agree with me, yes?" ((Be extremely distrustful of her, all of you. None of you know her. In fact, you all must be wondering, is she a stowaway? She'll answer a few of your questions, but will leave others unanswered. )) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
steven Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "I agree with... wait a secod.. who the hell are you?" asked Steven drawing his pistol and held it by his side. "You weren't here when I joined the crew and far as I know this the only person we picked up from Malachor IV" He said pointing at Tysy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 The woman made a dismissive gesture with her hand and Steven's pistol flew out of his hand, thumping hard against the wall. "No need for weapons," she said pleasantly. "I'm not here to harm anyone." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vladimir-Vlada Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 Ryan turned suddenly and asked: "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Killwithhonor Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 Hk-47 walks up to see what all the comotion is about, MMMM..... May I need to interject and stick everyone with anesthesia? Meatbags are only for arguing while us Hk's do all the dirty work Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "My name is Crystal," the woman said pleasantly. "Crystal Gray. And as for why I'm here..." She gave a sort of amused chuckle, "... I have no idea." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nymf... Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 Nymf went out to from the Jedi Enclave, back to his ship, the Griffin. He had heard rumors of The Exiles return, he feelt that he would like to talk to the Exile. Answers, he was looking for answers. Maybe the Exile knew what had happend to Revan, the dead Jedi Masters and other things. He sat in the Griffin, thinking of where the Exile could be... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
steven Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "Okay..." Said Steven I hate it when jedi do that! "Fine, we'll drop you off at the next station.. Which I must ask, where are we going next?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "Now that I'm here, I have no intentions of leaving," Crystal said with a smile. "And Steven? I'm no Jedi." ((I know he didn't say it aloud, but she's a mind reader )) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vladimir-Vlada Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "Well it's obvious that you didn't have any intentions to ask if you could come." remarked Ryan "Which proves that you either are not here to be our friend." and he finished with sarcasm "Or you simply don't have any manners." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "Or I came by accident," Crystal suggested. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vladimir-Vlada Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "It depends on since when have you been here." said Ryan like that he was posing a question. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "No more than a few minutes," Crystal answered. She held up a hand. "I know that may sound strange to you, with us being in space and all, but it's the truth." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vladimir-Vlada Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 Ryan frowned and looked at her. "How do I know that you aren't a Sith?" asked Ryan suspiciously. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "You're a Jedi, right?" Crystal asked. "Reach out and understand I have an extremely weak connection to the Force. I'm no Jedi. I'm no Sith." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vladimir-Vlada Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 Ryan said coldly: "That's why I am asking." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "What do you mean?" Crystal asked. "Sith have the Force. Being a Jedi, you or some of your followers should understand that I do not. Wouldn't that automatically rule out the possibility of being Sith?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vladimir-Vlada Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 "But does it rule out the possibility of you being an assassin?" asked Ryan. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 Crystal's smile faded. "Look, if I were an assassin, one of you would be dead already. I don't play around on jobs. This is purely an accident." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vladimir-Vlada Posted January 29, 2006 Share Posted January 29, 2006 Ryan wanted to reply but he sighed and said sadly: "I am sorry. I didn't mean to insult you." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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