Post by Triune on Mar 5, 2005 9:57:12 GMT
The Retributor slithered through space like some Primordial predator always hungry, always on the hunt. Its crew constantly adjusting, constantly manipulating the various systems to alter the sensor echo of the vessel. All of which made the ship hard to follow, just as Lirreka ordered.
She walked through the bowels of the massive warship heading for the docking bay. At her heels were two members of her personal guard. It annoyed her that she could not bring a decent strike force with her across the great rift but even she had her limits. Her personal guard would be enough. Eventually she would draw followers from this Galaxy… soon. First however she had a task to which no other could attend, not even her most capable Dark Hand.
She exited the lift, the guards following close at hand. A ship sat in the docking bay so out of place it huddled like a dove among falcons. The lean lethal star-fighters seemed almost ready to pounce on the battered light freighter. A Corellian CG-2500 with the name Vorcian Delight emblazoned on the side it looked to have seen its better days. Turning towards the lone pilot, Lirreka drew a pleased breath upon seeing she did not share the ship’s homely appearance.
The woman, one Vera Tor, looked to be in her late twenties. A surly rebellious look rimed her frown. Dark red tresses held back in a ponytail, green eyes that flashed with anger as she struggled to free herself from the grip of a second pair of guards. This brought a smile to Lirreka’s lips. This one would indeed be worthy.
As Lirreka approached, Vera stilled in her struggles ceasing altogether as the Matron came to within a pace of her. Her rebelliousness dimmed and the anger faded into growing fear. Lirreka’s gaze had this effect on most people. Soon Vera would regain her composure and begin to huff and grouse but Lirreka did not give her the chance. Her hands struck out like a pair of cobras, wrapping long slender fingers around each side of Vera’s head. She drew the pilot closer. Fear blossomed in Vera’s heart, Lirreka could feel her pulse quicken. Lirreka’s smile did nothing to alleviate that fear.
“Strip her to the waist.” Lirreka ordered.
Her guards complied quickly, the flight suit and jacket were pulled from her, leaving her nude from the waist up. Embarrassment warmed Vera’s face under Lirreka’s hands but she paid it no mind. She had other things to focus on.
It came in a trickle at first, so far from her home galaxy she was surprised it came at all. She had yet to integrate the dark force well enough to trust in such a delicate procedure. Slowly that trickle grew and her eyes begin to glow. She bent her mind to the task of mastering this woman’s skin. She grinned as pain blossomed on Vera’s face. Her spirit soared upon the freighter captain’s screams. She hung like a doll held upright by Lirreka’s hands alone. A spasm, then second shook Vera. A third made her eyes roll back into her skull, a fourth brought a wail from her throat that seemed hardly human a fifth and final violent spasm caused a gristly sucking sound to emerge from Vera’s mouth as she fell out of her skin. In that space of time both fleeting and eternal Lirreka skinned the woman with neither claw nor knife but by will alone. She looked at the skinned woman still clinging to life. Another smile graced Lirreka’s lips.
“Take her to the Med-bay. I want her kept alive.” The guards bowed and complied with the order.
Lirreka stripped then and there, her ebon frame lithe and supple. Turning the skin around she proceeded to don it like some macabre costume. It hung loosely and grotesquely from her but after getting inside it she used a bit more of her native talents honed with decades of experience to tighten and fuse the skin to her albeit only for a time. Soon Vera Tor was standing alone in the Docking bay.
The Matron’s emerald green eyes, a match for Vera’s own eyes, glimmered with capricious glee. She put ‘her’ clothing back on as she walked to the freighter. In this living costume she would be masked from the Jedi and their senses, while they ran hither and yon to protect this tomb or that shrine Lirreka would find what she sought and lead them all on a merry chase through their own galaxy. Her laughter echoed in the bay as she boarded the Delight, course… Coruscant.
She walked through the bowels of the massive warship heading for the docking bay. At her heels were two members of her personal guard. It annoyed her that she could not bring a decent strike force with her across the great rift but even she had her limits. Her personal guard would be enough. Eventually she would draw followers from this Galaxy… soon. First however she had a task to which no other could attend, not even her most capable Dark Hand.
She exited the lift, the guards following close at hand. A ship sat in the docking bay so out of place it huddled like a dove among falcons. The lean lethal star-fighters seemed almost ready to pounce on the battered light freighter. A Corellian CG-2500 with the name Vorcian Delight emblazoned on the side it looked to have seen its better days. Turning towards the lone pilot, Lirreka drew a pleased breath upon seeing she did not share the ship’s homely appearance.
The woman, one Vera Tor, looked to be in her late twenties. A surly rebellious look rimed her frown. Dark red tresses held back in a ponytail, green eyes that flashed with anger as she struggled to free herself from the grip of a second pair of guards. This brought a smile to Lirreka’s lips. This one would indeed be worthy.
As Lirreka approached, Vera stilled in her struggles ceasing altogether as the Matron came to within a pace of her. Her rebelliousness dimmed and the anger faded into growing fear. Lirreka’s gaze had this effect on most people. Soon Vera would regain her composure and begin to huff and grouse but Lirreka did not give her the chance. Her hands struck out like a pair of cobras, wrapping long slender fingers around each side of Vera’s head. She drew the pilot closer. Fear blossomed in Vera’s heart, Lirreka could feel her pulse quicken. Lirreka’s smile did nothing to alleviate that fear.
“Strip her to the waist.” Lirreka ordered.
Her guards complied quickly, the flight suit and jacket were pulled from her, leaving her nude from the waist up. Embarrassment warmed Vera’s face under Lirreka’s hands but she paid it no mind. She had other things to focus on.
It came in a trickle at first, so far from her home galaxy she was surprised it came at all. She had yet to integrate the dark force well enough to trust in such a delicate procedure. Slowly that trickle grew and her eyes begin to glow. She bent her mind to the task of mastering this woman’s skin. She grinned as pain blossomed on Vera’s face. Her spirit soared upon the freighter captain’s screams. She hung like a doll held upright by Lirreka’s hands alone. A spasm, then second shook Vera. A third made her eyes roll back into her skull, a fourth brought a wail from her throat that seemed hardly human a fifth and final violent spasm caused a gristly sucking sound to emerge from Vera’s mouth as she fell out of her skin. In that space of time both fleeting and eternal Lirreka skinned the woman with neither claw nor knife but by will alone. She looked at the skinned woman still clinging to life. Another smile graced Lirreka’s lips.
“Take her to the Med-bay. I want her kept alive.” The guards bowed and complied with the order.
Lirreka stripped then and there, her ebon frame lithe and supple. Turning the skin around she proceeded to don it like some macabre costume. It hung loosely and grotesquely from her but after getting inside it she used a bit more of her native talents honed with decades of experience to tighten and fuse the skin to her albeit only for a time. Soon Vera Tor was standing alone in the Docking bay.
The Matron’s emerald green eyes, a match for Vera’s own eyes, glimmered with capricious glee. She put ‘her’ clothing back on as she walked to the freighter. In this living costume she would be masked from the Jedi and their senses, while they ran hither and yon to protect this tomb or that shrine Lirreka would find what she sought and lead them all on a merry chase through their own galaxy. Her laughter echoed in the bay as she boarded the Delight, course… Coruscant.