Damien smiled. "I had always heard tales about his family. How they were exterminated. But I also heard rumors of a survivor. Vengeance's long, lost sister," he said, eyeing her with intent. "His only weakspot..."
"Once more, the Sith shall rule the galaxy, and we shall have.....peace" ~ Darth Sidious
Her face darkened. "I may be his sister. But he is not my brother."
The air became instantly lighter, with less oxygen; she noticed it, but she had been expecting it. She felt mild satisfaction. She had turned off one part of life support...
Character profile:
Name: Ashana Sylver
Age: 19
Race: Human
Home Planet: Alderaan
Affiliation: Republic
Class: Spy
Description: Longish brown hair, skin a little on the pale side, roughly average hieght and build (spies do their job better if they blend in)
Bio(short please): After her cousin, Gryf, was drafted to the Jedi order, people suspected that Ashana might be worth training as well, but she had virtually no sensitivity to the force. Things were calm for several years, until Darth Orith vetnted his anger one day by landing on Alderaan and randomly wiping out the first family he came across, which was Ashana's. She only survived because of her myterious ability to avoid detection, which allowed her to hide in the basement. At the age of seventeen ahe became a spy for the republic.
(For non Jedis/sith) Any special abilities: Unexplainable ability to avoid mind-reading by Sith (hence the reason she has not yet been caught)
If not Jedi or sith, also do this one:
Weapons, if any: Blaster pistol (with sound dampener), others collected at opportune times
((Hope you don't mind, GriffinKeeper))
So I'm a little left of center, I'm a little out of tune. Some say I'm paranormal, so I just bend their spoon.
Who wants to be ordinary, in a crazy mixed up world? I don't care what they're saying, as long as I'm your girl.
((Note: I am virtually Star-Wars-Illiterate, so if I make any blaring mistakes just correct me and I'll do it right next time))
Ashana was enjoying some off time at her home on Alderaan. Spying on Sith was not an easy job. There were not many who could do it, and her skills were in high demand as a direct result. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, her ((whatever the equivalent of a phone is called)) started beeping ((or whatever they do to get your attention)).
She ansewered ((the thingymajigger)) and the image of Jedi Master Landu appeared.
"Grettings, Jedi master," She said respectfully, hoping whatever he had to say would not take long. "News or a Job?"
"A job."
"Oh, goody, I was afraid I was on vacation. You know how I love my work." She dared to use just a bit of sarcasm. The Jedi ahd lost their ability to intimidate her about a year and a half ago.
"We have information that a sith lord has taken a senator as prisoner in the outer rim ((was that where it was???)). We need you to do some recon work and possibly rescue the senator if the opportunity presents itself."
A few days later, Ashana was cruising in the neighborhood of Tatooine ((is that physically possible?)) when the ...communication thingy..."rang" again.
"Greetings, Master Landu. Updates?"
"News." Responded the holographic image. He looked subdued. As in, more so than usual.
"That sounds really promising. What happened?" She braced herself. Which one of her commrades in arms had fallen this time?
"It's your cousin, I'm afraid. He had cornered the Sith Lord Darth Eclipse on board the Sith's ship. The Sith set his ship to self destruct and escaped, but Master Starweaver was not able to reach your cousin in time. I'm sorry."
Everything about Ashana's composure hardened. Grif had been the only truly cool Jedi she new, and almost the only family she had left.
"Where is this Eclipse guy now?"
So I'm a little left of center, I'm a little out of tune. Some say I'm paranormal, so I just bend their spoon.
Who wants to be ordinary, in a crazy mixed up world? I don't care what they're saying, as long as I'm your girl.
Alan finally found Corustant after much people had laughed at idiocracy at not finding Corustant, he landed on the platform nearest the Jedi Temple an went in when he saw Yoda passing by in his flying chair
"Master Yoda you do not know me but you know my master TTeneng Ope of Taatoine he illeagally trained me because he saw protential in me, an i bring dire news when i came home from a walk i saw my master fighting a unknown Sith i immeadiatly drew me lightsabre to join in, but he told me to go to Corustant an tell of these events to the council an his last words i heard were to make me a Jedi Knight also he said this is to unusauel to be a one off what you think Master Yoda he said Quickly."
"Hmm TTeneng Ope yes he knows much i sensed a disturbance their for a while, thank you for this info young padawan we will discuss this at the council an we will discuss you're posistion of a Jedi Alan. said Yoda."
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
Damien could feel her trying to tamper with the ship. He walked over to where she knelt on all fours. Abruptly, he kicked her hard in the stomach. "Cause problems for me, and I shall cause problems for you," he said calmly as he used his own powers to turn life support back on. She vomited, as she had predicted.
"Once more, the Sith shall rule the galaxy, and we shall have.....peace" ~ Darth Sidious
At least she had the satisfaction of spewing some on his boots, she thought grimly.
"Thanks. My stomach's starting to settle now." her voice contained a hint of sarcasm, but for the most part she was being truthful. "Honest, it was a solution, not a problem, that you gave me."
Settling with her back to a wall, she relaxed. Her mind found something else in the ship, and she altered it. Instantly, she began to hoover off the ground. She noticed the Sith was no longer touching the floor, either.
Must have found the gravity controls, she realized.
"Don't let me infuriate you so much. My old master learned after the first four times to follow at a slow pace... I'd come when I was ready. Can't remember ever being caught against my will, " she said. A sub-conscious medical check started, as she was in habit of doing. Yes, she was overdosed...anyone with a stronger connection to their bodies' complaints would have been rendered incapable of doing anything but holding their head any crying.
Damien masked his frustration with a smile. He kicked off the wall, sending himself straight towards Evgrisa. With a swift motion, he gave her an elbow in the side, sending her sprawling to the opposite wall. He let her collide with said wall before he used his own powers to activate the antigravity, which caused her to fall on her head. He walked over to her. She was once again on her hands and knees. He leaned grabbed the back of her neck tightly. He then reached with the force, invading her mind. It was no easy task. She had long shut off her emotions and sealed her mind from invasion. Most sith would find it impossible. But Damien was not like most sith. After putting all his concentration into it, he penetrated her defenses. Using what little power he had not exerted trying to get in, he triggered long lost emotions and memories. Memories of pain and loss. But most of all - Fear....
"Once more, the Sith shall rule the galaxy, and we shall have.....peace" ~ Darth Sidious
Darth Eclipse: He seems kind of single-minded. Where Emperor Palpatine has a sort of depth of evil, he possess more of an evil you'd find in a generic evil overlord. There simply is no comparison to Palpatine, let alone Vader. He also gets off too easy. He also comes across as disattached and cold. Sith run by their emotions, so he should be very passionate instead.
Alanah Jenx: This one is kind of difficult, due to impossible spelling and grammar. However, each post comes across as desperate. The dialogue is very one sided. Where others would have conversations, this guys says everything at once. It would be like having a conversation like this post. Really, the Jedi are calm and at peace, not desperate. Also, his interaction with Yoda doesn't seem authentic. For one, speak like Yoda, Yoda doesn't. Also, there are a lot of anomalies which go unanswered (how did this guy recognize Yoda when he couldn't recognize Coruscant?)
Master Starweaver: Not bad. He generally sticks inside the realm of possibility.
Evgrisa: Not too bad, but sometimes it is difficult to follow where she is or what is going on.
Darth Vengence: Kind of mixed together with Darth Eclipse. Not sure what the relationship between the two of them is.
Ashana: Not a bad character, it would be interesting to see how it turns out. (If you need help with your literacy in Star Wars, I can provide.)
“You'll have to face your demons sometime" said Gringis's voice while she was staring down a hall. So familiar, so loved, so loathed...
Then, she snapped. None of this. All of her defenses suddenly switched, and she clamped hard onto Damien's mind. Preoccupied by his search, his own defenses were down, and she seized onto his exposed mind. Her grip on it tightened. From experience, she knew the physical pain that could be wrought when only the mind was attacked. The attack was blunt, like a squeezing hug versus a knife, but she didn't want to be tactful. She didn't care if she hurt him; she didn't care if he was unharmed.
It was retribution for salting a gaping wound. It was all of her mental power coming together. It would have broken any other mind, shattering it until the pieces were pebbles that couldn't be put back together. It would have caused so much damage that the person would have died physically. She'd been left aching to continue to tighten her deathgrip on something, anything, but only her dead quarry surrounded her.
But his mind resisted, surviving what others had died from, even as she held nothing back.
"Get out of my head," she had the Sith by the neck of his shirt, pulling his face to hers. The words were accompanied by an image from his own mind...a twi'lek female. Of equal importance to him as the subject he had brought up was to her. She pushed him back with one hand and moved into a corner, turning her back to him to wipe her eyes and calm her bloodlust while she was still in control. But he didn’t force her memory. Only the emotion accompanied by it. And that alone had kept her from cutting dangerous holes in his mind. If he’d fought her, or even resisted, she would have killed him. She knew the part of the mind that controlled breathing; that controlled basic life functions. She’d saved as many people as she had killed that way.
