Sweet Revenge and Betrayl (Ask)

[Seirra Darque]

*Sable gave her privacy, walking to the cockpit to check on their progress in fact. The suit was several degrees more lifelike then the Bio-suits, this suit infact was tailored for Arael's specifications, no one else could wear it. When it came to sealing it the suit did differ from the Bio suits. It didn't do it on its own. Sable emerged from the cockpit briefly*

"You have to invoke it with the Force, much like trying to lift an object. Focus on the arm tattoos and concentrate."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She does focus upon the tattoo but thinking of it in the terms Sable was asking her was different. Finally, she was able to reach through the force and 'pulled' on the tattoo as if lifting some kind of object.*

[Seirra Darque]

*The tattoos flared with light which spiraled up the arms and when it came to the back it drew the suit closed, the sensation of having held ones breath is felt, even though she hadn't but the gasp comes anyway, there's a feeling of vertigo, a tingling sensation from head to toe, a flow of adreneline and endorphins that give both strength and that euphoric feeling and where stood Arael now stood a man, stronger, faster and one that had an aura tainted with the dark deeds he's had to do in his life. Most importantly not a trace of being a force user is in his aura.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She felt the flood of memories filling her mind of this man. This....Neeliem....he had a name. Neeliem Nagol...he was a smuggler.....she tried to struggle and hold on. Arael had to maintain her focus in this. The face looked into Sable's own eyes as if confused.*

"What is this feeling? It isn't natural..."

[Seirra Darque]

"Concentrate, Dear. I told you to concentrate."

*She takes his/her hand to help ground her at least with a touch if not with anything else. She knew how overwhelming it seemed but if she could just focuse through it she'd be alright*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*The eyes of the muscular rogue closed as Arael concentrated within. She was starting to separate the two again. Was this how her mother had felt? Finally Neeliem's eyes opened and he half grinned at Sable.*

"Never been a man before. So this is how they think."

[Seirra Darque]

*Sable grinned back at him/her*

"Well with the amount of time you're staring at my cleavage I would say you're learning how they think pretty quick." She winked at him/her "He is a shadow, a shield if you will, should anyone try to probe your thoughts they'll get his instead leaving you free to plot and plan without being caught."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*The deep sounding chuckle came as Neeliem's hands rose up in defense.*

"Sorry. This is fascinating though. Sometimes it would be nice to get into Damien's mind. He likes to hide things from me."

*She had said it without realizing who she had said it to. Why was it Sable was starting to feel like one of the only friends she had? Lately the Jedi had turned against her and kept her confined in the position as queen. It was now that they were in the trouble they were now. If they had just listened to her recommendations. The massive hand came up and pushed the hair out of his/her face. He/she sat down heavily and lounged back.*

"How long are you keeping me? Am I your prisoner?"

[Seirra Darque]

*She sighs and takes a seat as well*

"I would like to say you're my prisoner forever and you're never leaving but I can't it would be..." She shudders "wrong." She winces "I hate that I really do." She looks at Him/her "Do you know what it's like to have a conscience after one-hundred-and-forty-seven years of being a sociopath? It's annoying! Doing things because it's right nearly gives me the dry heaves!" She flops back in her seat sulking "If I could blame you for it I would, you know that but again that would be wrong." She sighs disgustedly.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*Arael almost felt pity for the woman. Almost.*

"So once we are on Onderon I am free to go?"