Beyond the Dark Side [Sarah & Thorne]
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				Title: <strong>Beyond the Dark Side [Sarah &amp; Thorne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>omfgSarah</strong> on <strong>09-11-2016, 02:38:58</strong>
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				Shea (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/82/13/64/821364b463243018d637a5f4ab456f87.jpg) gathered herself as she walked across the desert planet Tatooine. She was on a mission from the Jedi Temple to find out the truth of some rumors that were spreading across the galaxy about a pure blood Sith. The Sith were thought to have gone extinct long ago, and Shea thought there was probably no truth to the rumor, but it just wasn't worth the risk of not checking. Arriving on planet with just one name, Krell, Shea figured the first place worth checking was the market. She spent an hour or so, chatting with locals, spending a couple coins here and there on small things to gain trust before someone admitted to knowing Krell, and directed her to a cantina. <br><br>Her name, Shea, meant undaunted, and it was a name she lived up to every day. She was anything but intimidated by dangerous tasks. In fact, she was always determined to do basically anything anyone told her she couldn't do. It didn't get in the way of her Jedi training, although some may say she lacked the 'balance' to say no to some difficulties. She did everything in her power to remain the top student of her class, not that it needed much effort. Shea was a natural with the ways of the force. Entering the dim cantina, Shea took stock of the people around her. There was no telling what would happen when she encountered this "Krell." She didn't get any inherently bad feelings from anyone in the room, but she remained cautious as she approached the bar. <br><br><strong>"I'm looking for someone named Krell... Any idea where I may find him?"</strong> she asked, and as if on cue, metal shutters came down over the windows and doors, effectively sealing the room shut. Most of the other patrons looked just as alarmed as Shea felt, pulling out her lightsaber. She kept it in her hand, ready to go, but did not activate it yet. Most people were too busy trying to figure out what just happened to notice her. If she could get through this without anyone trying to kill her, that would be great. And again, almost as if on cue, 3 men appeared with a clear intention to fight her. Simultaneously, Shea heard the hissing of some kind of gas filling the room and one of the men grabbed her by the arm. Igniting her saber in order to defend herself against the men, she also observed as the people nearest the edges of the room started to get woozy and in some instances even falling asleep. <br><br>Handily disarming two of her assailants [one literally, she cut his arm off just below the elbow with her saber, and the other she managed to throw just the right kick to knock him back off his feet], Shea felt the gas start to take effect on her. Thankfully, the man before her was starting to loose his footing as well. Thinking quickly, she deactivated her light saber [it wouldn't be safe to use it in a delirious state] and, after recieving one good blow to the side, threw an elbow to the face of her last attacker knocking him out. She grinned, stupidly proud of herself for her actions, aware in the far back of her mind that this pride was an effect of the gas, and that pride was not a friend to the jedi. With that final thought, she felt herself slip from consciousness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Dark Side [Sarah &amp; Thorne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrThorne</strong> on <strong>09-11-2016, 14:13:46</strong>
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				Things had proceeded exactly according to plan, Seej thought. He had expected some level of resistance from the jedi, but she had fallen prey to his trap quite handily. It was a common misstep of their kind to expect the force to carry them through like a boat on a river. Those of the Sith had long ago learned that simply waiting passively for the force's guidance was an excellent way to die by it's hand. A true master of the force took that power for himself, as he had.<br><br>So it was that he had planned this little trap. It was a simple enough premise. He needed information from the Jedi Temple, and the best source for such information short of walking through the archives himself, would be a Jedi. He had paid the fool Krell a few credits to spread rumors of his existence, and then carefully had other lowlife scum alter the Ithorian's favorite cantina into a suitable Jedi trap. Krell had been told to capture the Jedi, but not been informed of the full measure of the trap. It was neatly done overall, and Seej was pleased by the elegance of the plan.<br><br>He had waited himself, across the street, sipping stimcaff as the plan had come together. His appearance was hidden currently from the locals, wearing suitable black robes, and with his lightsaber concealed. To them he was just another strange visitor, and they paid him little mind. He meanwhile sat patiently, watching the datapad before him as the young Jedi had fallen easily into his grasp. <br><br>As much as he had been looking forward to this encounter, Seej had to admit he had not thought that the Jedi would be female. She was quite attractive by human standards, and the observation piqued his interest in several says. It had been some time since he had enjoyed the company of a female for carnal endeavors, and he did feel himself a bit overdue. Perhaps there would be time enough to explore such topics with her during their protracted interrogation.<br><br>Rising to his feet, Seej tucked away the datapad in a pocket of his robes, and then dropped a credit chip onto the table for payment before striding across the street. At his command, two security droids moved in behind him, servos whirring as they kept up with his fast, assured pace. Although he had little to fear from the local 'authorities' such as they were, he still little desire to deal with them. His plan hinged on fast, precise action.<br><br>Reaching the door to the cantina, he opened it with an assured wave of his hand, easily bypassing the security protocols he had put in place. From there the two droids entered quietly, blasters raised. He waited in a moment, listening to the rhythmic fire of their weapons, and then entered after. The droids had been carefully instructed as to what to do, and they now carried out their orders to the letter. It would not due for anyone else to speak of this abduction, not at all. Better if all parties in the establishment were simply killed.<br><br>As they worked, Seej moved through the carnage calmly, taking no real pleasure nor interest in the death and destruction around him. Taking pleasure in such base violence was beneath his interests. After a time though, he found what he was looking for, the young Jedi he had taken such great pains to capture. He leaned down, checking her vital signs, and then nodding his approval. She was fine, simply resting under the effects of the gas he had used. He gestured to one of the droids, indicating her specifically. The droid complied with his instruction, lifting the woman up into his steely embrace, and then carefully carrying her out of the establishment while his brother finished the slaughter at hand. Seej observed the latter as it occurred, and when satisfied as to its conclusion, had the second droid wipe its memory and deactivate where it stood. <br><br>The people of Mos Eisley would find a single droid later, standing at the center of a cantina, with bloodshed all about it. They would doubtless conclude in typically idiotic fashion, that the droid had gone rogue and murdered the patrons. They might question why the blast doors had sealed, but in the end it would not matter. They would have a neat and tidy explanation for this bloodshed, and with the unrecognizably charred carcasses, any Jedi investigation would be fruitless. Their agent would have simply dissapeared into this massacre, never to return.<br><br>Some time later, Seej stood in his ship, contemplating the massacre he had just perpetrated as the ship hummed during its takeoff procedures. He stood before the young Jedi, who was now restrained in a chair. A careful mixture of specialized neuro-toxins being pumped into her young body. The toxins would not effect her mental faculties too much, but they did specifically effect areas of the brain utilized by force users, weakening or perhaps eliminating her abilities in the short term. It was a tedious choice on his part, but he had not yet had the opportunity to gauge her abilities. It would be foolish to assume he was more powerful based solely on this last encounter.<br><br>So it was that he now stood before her, waiting for her awakening, her lightsaber held casually in one hand, admiring it's design. Jedi, like Sith, built their own weapons, and hers showed an intriguing level of care. He was curious about what it might say of her, and what he was soon to learn about her.<br><br>"Wake up," the words were said with care, while the dark hooded Jedi watched for her reaction. There was no evident anger behind them, just a quiet haughty control, gifting the command with a supernatural resonance. When she awoke, she would find him dressed still as he had been on Tattooine, in midnight black robes that obscured his features, and wearing simple black gloves over his strong, capable hands. He stood at 6'6", taller than most humans, and even beneath the robes his form seemed powerful and strong. His eyes seemed to glow beneath the hood of the robe, filling the dark room with a slight tinge of Sith red.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Dark Side [Sarah &amp; Thorne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>omfgSarah</strong> on <strong>10-11-2016, 03:47:38</strong>
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				<em>Shea was back home, at the Jedi Academy. The grounds before her were the epitome of familiar, she had been training here for as long as she could remember. Distant sounds of droids, students, and light sabers filled the air. She was heading into the building with her Master, Uhro. Uhro had taken her under his wing years ago, she trusted him more than anyone else in the galaxy. Her dark skinned teacher had been there for every change in her life. It was him who convinced her family to allow her to train, and it was him who helped raise her to live in balance. Her personality was naturally very strong willed, and there had been several times she had crossed lines in the eyes of the Jedi. But Shea had learned from those experiences. Nothing good ever came of them, it just created chaos for a short period of time. Uhro had been her greatest ally in returning to balance each and every time. <br><br>"I'm glad you joined me today, Shea. It is important for you to understand the weight of the mission the council has assigned to us, to you. You are going to investigate the rumors of a dark Jedi in the outer rim that is speculated to be a pure blood Sith. A new Sith Lord would not bode well for the balance of the force, we Jedi are barely managing to keep it level as it is. You just need to gather information and return to us. I have the utmost faith in your abilities to get there and back safely," he told her. Shea remained level, as was expected. She felt a small murmur of nervousness but took a deep breath to steady herself. She was stronger than that, and she was definitely capable of completing this mission. Without responding verbally, Shea nodded to her mentor and-</em> <br><br>-and was suddenly brought back to reality by a firm, strong voice telling her to "wake up"? Shea had been experiences an anesthesia induced dream about her last day back home. Before her blue eyes opened she tried to feel out the room through the force, but was surprised to feel nothing. She could physically feel herself strapped into a chair, and through the force she could tell that there was nothing going on within maybe a foot or two from her but that was hardly helpful. Something was wrong. Eyes finally opening to the dark room around her, she saw the man behind the powerful voice that brought her back to reality. Even from her position strapped to a chair, she could see he was tall, he would tower over her below average 5'4" self, but that was about it. He was shrouded in a deep black robe that hid him from her sight. The only detail she could make out was the glint of red eyes beneath the hood. <br><br>A pang of fear spread through her, but she pushed it back as quickly as it came. <em>Balance. Breathe. Don't panic. Trust in the force, it will guide me to safety.</em> The mysterious man before her had her light saber in his hand. Of course she had crafted it herself, it was the Jedi way. Hers was fairly standard, a straight hilt with an average length magenta blade. Shea had taken her time to customize the hilt though, with intricate curved designs in the metal, and strategic tarnished and polished parts contrasting to make the designs stand out. Probing with the force one again, Shea was alarmed that even with her eyes open she couldn't reach further than a few feet from herself. She couldn't sense the man in the room at all. She felt hopeless for a brief moment. The force had abandoned her. She felt truly alone for the first time in her life. <em>Stop, breathe. Again, balance. Trust.</em> Shea breathed in and out, deep and slow, bringing herself back to center. <br><br><strong>"I assume you're the Sith I was sent here to learn about. This is not how I'd hoped we would meet, I must admit,"</strong> she spoke at long last, leaning her head back in the odd chair. She was almost standing, almost laying down, arms and legs strapped into constraints, and a weird looking contraption around her head, but not surrounding it. There was no point in struggling against it, at least not now. She knew she was weak. She had been drugged, and who knows what this man had done to her while she was unconscious. Patience was key. So she waited, to see what his next move would be now that she was awake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Dark Side [Sarah &amp; Thorne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrThorne</strong> on <strong>10-11-2016, 15:21:54</strong>
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				Seej watched the subtle emotions flutter across her psyche as she attempted to regain her senses. It pleased him that the first emotion in her thoughts was fear. That was an excellent start, and appropriate for what he had in mind to do with her. He'd always found it fascinating, how much Jedi tried to distance themselves from the emotion, cutting it off like a cancer, struggling with simply existing life as it came.<br><br>They feared the emotion itself, and in doing so, gave it more power than it had. Every Sith, by contrast, knew fear well. It was a catalyst for survival, a tool used in safeguarding one's life. Jedi taught their students that death was inevitable, that fearing it was a waste of time. They expected their warriors to face death without hesitation, to simply accept it as a price to be paid.<br><br>Fools.<br><br>This one though, she still had that edge about her, the remnants of natural human emotion that could be useful to him. It would be quite easy to manipulate that fear into something else. He could tell also that the neurotoxin was not helping. Being stripped of one's force sensitivity was doubtless a bewildering experience. She tried for a brave face though, unleashing tired overconfidence of her order as she tried to engage him in conversation. Foolish of her, to think they were equals.<br><br>No Jedi could ever be his equal. He had been bred for this fight, trained since birth in the ways of the dark side. He was powerful and inevitable. She would learn that, and perhaps much more. He felt a stirring in the darkness as he regarded, a gentle push towards making her submit, the pleasure that would bring him. The thought put his teeth on edge, he had not broken another in a very long times, and this one...she would be his first Jedi.<br><br>When he spoke again, after letting her words fade from thought for a moment, his tone was confident, laced with the easy arrogance of the victor. He made it clear by his words that he regarded all challenge from her as over, than now it was simply a matter of dealing with her and then going on his way. In truth, he had large plans in mind for her, but it would not do for her to know this. Better to think she was at the precipice of death, and feed the fear within her.<br><br>"Your preferences in the matter are quite irrelevant. You will tell me what I wish to know, and then you shall die. The room you now sit in is an airlock. When I done with you, I shall open the airlock, and watch patiently as the cold vacuum of space destroys you. If you cooperate, this may take some times...if you do not, I shall simply kidnap another Jedi, and do the same to them. Eventually I will get what I want."<br><br>There was a boredom to his tone, a tired resignation to his words. In truth he had no interest in other Jedi, he quite liked the one he had in his possession now. Her trim, athletic form raised his desire, made him want to undo her in more ways than one. The thought was so delicious that he could not resist reaching out a gloved hand, and lightly gripping her neck. He felt the pulse there and also her rising heartbeat at his touch. His other hand, still loosely gripping her lightsaber, flipped back the cowl of his robes, exposing his cruel vermilion features. His gaze sharpened as the grip on her throat tightened slightly, giving her just a taste of what he was capable of. <br><br>His next words came with increased force, his implicit threat evident as he spoke to her, his tone offering no compromise. In truth he already knew what he wished of the answer, but with interrogation it always went best to start with questions one already knew the answer to. It gave one a better foothold in recognizing the lies that inevitably came with such work. Doubtless, she thought she could lie to him. She would learn better.<br><br>"What is your assignment. Tell me everything."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Dark Side [Sarah &amp; Thorne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>omfgSarah</strong> on <strong>11-11-2016, 04:55:16</strong>
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				Unable to really see the man [aside from a tall cloaked figure] and unable to even reach out through the Force, Shea could feel anxiety rising within her. This was certainly a challenge, and she could hear Uhro echoing in her head reminding her that being a Jedi Knight meant she was one step closer to being a Master, a rank she will never reach if she didn't learn to keep calm in all instances. Death was a fact of life, and if the Force was unable to guide her through her latest issues then that would be it. To prevent her own death for a short amount of time, which it certainly would be, as all of us are mortal beings, by using the darkness was not worth it. After what seemed like ages, the Sith finally spoke. His voice was deep, she could practically hear the darkness dripping from it. It made her skin crawl. This should not have been such a dangerous mission. It was important, but she was never meant to actually interact with the man before her. <br><br>He intended to kill her either way. At least when exposed to the vacuum of space she would die within 60 seconds, there would be no suffering. She could see two, maybe three, options in front of her at this particular moment; die honorably, doing right by the Jedi Order and refusing to speak up [the problem there being that he would capture the next Jedi who would come searching for information and possibly even for Shea herself], or she could tell him everything in hopes that he would be satisfied and kill her and be done with it [but she knew he would only continue to spread the darkness within him, her giving in would do nothing to keep balance in the galaxy], or third, she told him just enough to satiate him but not enough to actually endanger her Master or the other Jedi back home. <br><br>As she sat contemplating her options, the man strode up beside her causing her fear to swell up in her chest and Uhro's voice to echo around once again. She swallowed and took a deep breath just as the Sith placed a hand on her throat. At this range, she was able to sense more of him through the Force. He certainly was dark, through and through. His hand on her throat, while certainly strong was not filled with the intention of causing harm. At least, not yet. Shea wasn't sure how long that would last. <br><br>As he pulled the hood down from around his face, the Jedi wished nothing more than to be strong enough in the Force at that moment to activate the lightsaber he had been foolish enough to put near his face. But she was so weak, it was overwhelmingly clear by now that something was muffling her Force sensitivity. But now she could see his face and the rumors were confirmed, his deep red skin was a clear indicator of the purity of his Sith blood. It was kind of amazing to see something that the galaxy had believed to be extinct for so long. She had read all about the saga of the Jedi and the beginning of the Sith. The rogue Jedi who turned dark and created a following. The lost tribe of the Sith who took over a planet of skilled, peaceful workers. It was a lot of history to see in the flesh. <br><br>His hand on her throat at first did little to bother her, but then he strengthened her grip and Shea began to truly feel the pressure. She pulled against her restraints and pushed through the force to try and move his hand off her throat. If she was having any effect on him, she could not tell, his hand remained strong and tight on her neck. Coughing and sputtering against him, part of her longed for death to be free from this nightmare. She knew, though, that he would not let her off so easily. He wanted information and he had yet to actually give her the opportunity to speak. Eventually, she stopped struggling against him and was barely able to breathe for a few moments catching her breath. She could feel her heart racing, guilt rising in her chest for doing so poorly at remaining calm. And then more guilt for feeling guilty. She put the thought behind her, and resigned to recollect herself and remain calm for the rest of this encounter until she was inevitably put to death, something she certainly didn't look forward to but she understood it was part of her duty to the galaxy. <br><br><strong>"I just told you, I was sent to learn about you. That's all there is to tell, truly."</strong> And she was telling the truth, that was the entirety of her mission. Learn and go home. Represent the three pillars of the Jedi Order, the Force, Knowledge, and Self-Discipline. She was doing poorly so far.&nbsp; <br><br>[Edited to reflect that Seej didn't take his hand off her neck] 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Dark Side [Sarah &amp; Thorne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrThorne</strong> on <strong>12-11-2016, 03:16:53</strong>
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				Seej seemed to pause at her words, as if tasting the air at her response. For the longest time he did not speak, waiting patiently to see if anything else would come from her lips. His grip on her throat neither tightened nor loosened; remaining an ever present point of contact between the two. The Sith Lord enjoyed touching her, loving the tactile sensation of it. He knew that with her sheltered life in the temple this was probably the longest sustained contact she had felt with another sentient being. It gave him perverse pleasure to have claimed that role. Soon she would give so much more to him...In time.<br><br>"You speak truthfully Jedi, I can sense it...yet what I also sense in you is great fear. You can attempt your bravado if you wish, it will earn you no mercy from me. I am quite beyond such concerns. The fear rises in you, and soon it will consume you. You have kept it at bay all your short life with the power of denial, with the false promises of the Jedi order. You will come to know that these are lies. Fear is inevitable. I can sense also your desire for your weapon, but it would do you no good here. Even with it, you could do nothing to my power."<br><br>He luxuriated in the claim for a moment, pondering it, and then held out a hand for her to see, summoning a small flash of force lighting into his grip. It crackled noisily in his grasp, as if clawing to be free, to be unleashed upon the Jedi before it. He held it easily though, controlling the energies, letting them shift and wind about his touch. As he did this, the saber he had held in that hand was returned softly into his robes, manipulated there by the slightest effort of his force abilities. A canny Jedi might be able to pull it from his robes, with their own abilities, though it remained to be seen if her force abilities were up to such a challenge.<br><br>Seej for his part paid no more mind to the saber, satisfied that she knew he had it on his person. If she reached for it, he would be ready. For the moment though, his focus turned elsewhere, as he began to subtly influence her. He reached into the dark side, pulling at the fear she was feeling, and magnifying it, trying to twist it to his will, to expand it. Emotional control was a more refined skill than thought control as the Jedi typically practiced, but it was an artform the Sith Lord had some experience with. <br><br>At the same time he was feeding into her fear though, Seej began to enhance himself through the force, layering fear and charisma onto himself, magnifying his natural qualities through the dark side. She would probably not be consciously aware of any such change, but she should find his words more engaging, almost entrancing under these effects.<br><br>"Now Jedi, tell me of your master. I feel that thoughts of him dominate your mind. Do you think he will be disappointed at your death? Your failure? Was he the one that picked you for this fool's errand...That must be difficult. Do you think he will mourn your loss, or will he succor himself on the platitudes of your order, and simply try to push away the memory of you? Perhaps he will try to find your, I would rather enjoy the challenge of true jedi knight...not some young whelp with delusions of glory."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Dark Side [Sarah &amp; Thorne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>omfgSarah</strong> on <strong>12-11-2016, 22:14:50</strong>
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				During yet another lengthy silence, Shea was able to calm herself and find her center. It was easier for her to think, and now that she was able to think she also found it easier to remain calm. As soon as her captor opened his mouth, however, she was put on edge. Less severely than before, sure, but something about him [maybe the fact that he was the darkest person she had ever come in contact with] just made her uncomfortable. She was also surprised that he still hadn't removed his hand from her throat, it was beginning to make her feel light headed so she made sure to breathe slowly and deeply to keep her clarity. The Sith went on about the Jedi Order being a false promise and how her finding balance was 'attempting bravado.' She knew he was wrong, and her balance was her clarity and what kept her with the light and feeling good. <br><br>Contemplating how her strength would match up to his as he controlled a spark of force lightning, Shea was sure he was stronger but also sure that she was not as weak as he expected her to be. And with that thought, she knew she would have to play weak until whatever was dampening her senses was out of her system. Then, when the opportunity strikes she would be able to catch him off guard for even a moment and maybe that would be enough. She didn't dwell on the thought, however, as she was aware of how in tune he was and how easily he had sense so much else about her. The Jedi had never seen force lightning in person, it was not something many Jedi practiced. The fear she had worked to relieve was bubbling up again, this time more than before. There was a strangeness to this fear, it didn't feel reactionary, and it did feel dark, so dark. <br><br>The fear and darkness weighed on her like a boulder on her chest, she was losing hope. She didn't have any way to get out of her constraints and she certainly had no way to defeat the man before her. She would be his little play thing until he got bored and ended her life. She almost felt tears well up in her eyes, but held it back. The last thing she needed in that moment was for him to see how much he was affecting her. She swallowed back as much of her distress as she could and looked him in the eye as he spoke again. Tell him of her master. Shea was very aware that telling the man before her anything else about her home and the people she knew would do no one any good. It would put them at risk and in danger, and that would be entirely her fault. And yet, she felt compelled to tell him. Maybe the fear was kicking in a need for self preservation? <br><br><strong>"My master is Master Uhro. Yes, he assigned me this task. For the record, I'm not dead nor have I failed just yet,"</strong> Her voice was low and weak as she still had the mans hand pressed to her throat. She knew she was likely never going to deliver her information to her master, but she was holding onto the slightest chance that she could free herself at some point to return home. <strong>"He likely will be disappointed that it did not go as planned, I- I don't know how he will react to the news of my death. He- they-... You must be aware that Jedi don't like to form attachments."</strong> Shea ended her sentence shortly, unhappy with her thoughts. She was sure they would brush her under the rug as another failed Jedi. At the best, Uhro would be given the sad satisfaction of being correct about her never reaching the level of Jedi Master, who knew if that was because of her own shortcomings or if this Sith was truly going to best whoever traveled to Tatooine that day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beyond the Dark Side [Sarah &amp; Thorne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrThorne</strong> on <strong>15-11-2016, 20:12:47</strong>
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				See considered her words carefully relishing the undercurrent of fear that now laced it's way through her mannerisms. The Jedi was making every effort to hide such things, but See cold still feel them bubbling up from within her. It gave him a dark satisfaction that she was so clearly unnerved by his mere presence. It was, he supposed, at least partly a failing of her order. In the time since the last war, the Jedi had come to regard Sith as an exctinct aberration, the mistake of a bygone era. Looking at them from such a perspective had caused a change in how Jedi perceived such concepts, lending his kind an almost mythic status. In some ways, Jedi had made them more powerful than they had ever been before.<br><br>Of course Seej's interests went beyond such academic means, and the mere threat he poses was clearly not enough fully shake the young Jedi. He wanted to break her, and knew of several paths to accomplish such a feat. Pain was a popular choice, but the physical toll of it was tedious to him. Torture also has a tendency to leave it's victims mere hollow shells, unsuitable for the tasks he needed this one for. Fear was also a valuable tool, but he had found this one surprisingly resilient to it's effects. The next method he had in his arsenal was of a radically different approach, and one he suspect she would have significantly less.<br><br>In many ways it was the Jedi's code that often proved their greatest weakness. A cult, any cult with such restrictive beliefs inevitably opened themselves up to corruption of a sort Seej rather enjoyed. It sweetened the post that his target was such a toung, attractive, and unspoiled woman. She practically begged to be taken, and he intended to do just that...after a proper introduction to the concept.<br><br>"I sense the fear in you, the fear of failing your old master. It is as plainly written the on your features as that false badge of modesty your order gives you. You cannot hide your doubts from me. And you have failed, never have even the slightest doubt of that. I own you now, and I shall do with you what you wish."<br><br>As if to emphasis his point, the Sith's hand tightened around her throat, cutting off the supply of air and blood as his other hand reached to her torso, gripping the front of her tunic and pulling against it. The material was light and hardy, but no match for the power of the dark side. In short order it was ripped asunder, leaving the from of her torso exposed. He took in her bare chest, smiling wickedly at the view and nodding his approval. His grip on her throat relinquished as he reached possessively to her torso, roughly cupping her bosom as he spoke again, taunting her with his thoughts. <br><br>"Your short-sighted Masters have always discounted the draw of the flesh...the importance of training it, teaching it to resist the lure of lust and need.&nbsp; The Sith don't , as you will learn, have the same archaic feelings on the matter."
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