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In A Little House on Corellia
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| Illiandra | Date: Monday, 10 Sep 2012, 4:46 PM | Message # 1 |
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| There was blood. Oh was there blood. Pooled on the once pristine white tiles in the foyer, sprayed in delicate patterns against white walls, and streaking against glimmering glass. The bodies of the family who had once occupied the home, however, were no where in sight. Not upon immediate inspection of the house, anyway. But they were there.
A presence was there, unfamiliar, yet still disturbing. An unknown signature in the Force that rippled and danced erratically and was unable to be pinned down, much like the woman it was tied to. Her name had never been on the list of known Jedi, nor had she attended Academy or served in any kind of order. No, the path her life had taken was far from all of that, but that did not make her distaste for the Jedi any less.
Illiandra's life had nearly ended during the Clone Wars. While she hadn't fought in any battles, a freighter accident had left her comatose for years, and the trauma still lingered. Her connection to the Force had always been there, but never really explored until after that, when it had happened by accident.
Further into the house the bodies would be found; two kids sitting in front of a blaring holo, staring lifelessly at the cartoons that were dancing across the screen, and the adults sitting at the table having tea. It had been arranged delicately, it seemed, with much consideration and caring. Something was missing though; a finger here, an eyeball there, even an ear or two.
Outside, Iliandra lounged on the patio, laying on her back on the balcony railing as she stared blankly up at the night sky. One leg dangled and she swung it back and forth idly. Blonde hair splayed out, falling nearly to the ground, along with the skirts of the heavy silk gown she wore. Her lips moved as she sung quietly to herself and held a hand up in front of her, moving it occasionally as if she was ticking something off in the sky.
Illiandra Kalogridis
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 5:09 AM | Message # 2 |
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| Corellia was a bustling world; more life than one could shake a stick at, in a manner of speaking. There were those there for a darker purpose, though. Rath Deschain had arrived several days prior, beginning to set in motion the workings of a trap for the arrogant rebel leader, Tremaine Fowlkes. If Deschain had his way, he'd make it so that Fowlkes would not be able to show his face among any civilized world to any kind of rebellious work. At the moment, he was engrossed in conversation with a planetary governor when he felt the first flicker of the Force. Pausing, he looked around, sensing for a moment. That had been quite odd.
Rath Deschain
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| Illiandra | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 5:18 AM | Message # 3 |
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| She had felt another, not too far from where she was, the moment he was close enough. Illiandra had never met another like her, not one that wasn't good, at least. This one felt....darker. For the moment, she remained where she was, still as death. Her gaze was fixed on the night sky, and she was talking to something that no one else would be able to see. The stars, perhaps. Or maybe ghosts, no one would have known.
For the moment, she had decided to bide her time and see if he sought her out.
Illiandra Kalogridis
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 5:25 AM | Message # 4 |
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| "Your pardon, governor," Deschain said as he stood. Despite his faceless nature at the moment, useful for cowing some of the more easily frightened Imperial servants, he felt it might be time to once more assume a more unassuming role, as the case might be. From a pocket, he removed his Taozin amulet and settled it about his neck. The amulet, when worn, rendered him invisible to any who could sense his Force signature. If there was a possible Jedi, or even another Inquisitorious member on Corellia, he did not know of it. Yet. Nonetheless, he would begin his search here. Fowlkes, after all, was likely to pick up some allies along the way, and the Jedi Havoc had managed to escape, thanks to another Jedi. Perhaps this was Deschain's lucky day.
Rath Deschain
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| Illiandra | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 7:04 AM | Message # 5 |
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| And like that, the feeling was gone. The feeling of someone nearby was now just an empty void. Illiandra sat up then and stared out across te city for a brief moment before she slid off of the railing and to her feet. As she re-entered the house, she tiptoed delicately around the pools of blood that had formed around the dining table. But then she stopped, in sudden shock of what she had seen.
"Your tea is cold!" Illiandra exclaimed as she looked at the still, never moved cups. "Tsk Tsk. What a bad wife you are." She scolded the dead woman before she yanked the teacups from the table to reheat them.
If Deschain was truly looking for her, he would find her easy enough. Her force signature was so erratic and jumpy though, rolling and crashing with a vast range of emotions from anger to sorrow to pure, unadulterated glee.
Illiandra Kalogridis
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 7:51 AM | Message # 6 |
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| If Illiandra was simply using the Force wildly, still tapping into it, he'd have a much easier time of finding her. However, if, as the case were, she was simply walking around the house, he'd be able to feel the flare of her Force-signature across Cornonet City. Leaving the governor's office, Deschain made his way down to the transport he'd requisitioned. With one of the Purifiers opening the door for him, he climbed in and gave the driver directions. He'd planned on following the signature until he was able to locate a specific building.
While attempting to capture a Jedi with only five of the Purifiers as escort might not be the best idea, Deschain was more than capable of holding his own against an enemy who could wield the Force.
Rath Deschain
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| Illiandra | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 7:58 AM | Message # 7 |
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| It wasn't that she was tapping into the Force willingly, she just could not control it, nor did she care to. For the moment, she forgot completely about what she had felt, and went about making tea. Not for her, of course, but for the corpses sitting there. She had killed them simply because she liked the house, and the yard that surrounded. There was, however, the problem of the blood in the hallway. If she cleaned it up, it would get on her shoes....and her dress....and that was unacceptable.
"what would you do without me?" She asked in a sing song voice before she put the steaming cups back on the table and went back outside.
Illiandra Kalogridis
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 8:19 AM | Message # 8 |
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| If she was tapped into the Force constantly, or even erratically, Deschain would be able to find her easily. The house his transport stopped in front of was an elegant three-story; practically a manor. Disembarking with his five-man escort, Deschain strode to the house. When it came to Jedi, Deschain saw no need for immense amounts of backup; indeed, when many people on the street saw Deschain and his escort approaching the house, they turned the other way.
When he arrived at the door, Deschain studied it for a moment, then stepped to the side, allowing one of the Purifiers to kick it in. As soon as the door slammed open, the Purifiers flowed into the house, plasma rifles at the ready to incinerate while Deschain followed calmly behind.
Rath Deschain
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| Illiandra | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 8:40 AM | Message # 9 |
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| They wouldn't find much, except blood, at first. The further they went into the house, however, they would find the family. The sheer brutality of it was enough to be disturbing to anyone. Except her, of course. Even though she was on the back porch, she turned, snapping her gaze to the direction that she had heard the noise and felt.....people.
"Visitors!" she exclaimed, though she knew this was probably not a fun visit. "Fenrir!" She called out. It would take a few minutes, but out of some shrubbery, Fenrir would appear, blinking his four red eyes as he dragged a human leg along in his mouth to go to his mistress. The nexxu's fur was stained with blood and matted with leaves from playing in the landscaping.
Illiandra decided it best not to go back in the house for the moment. Not to be trapped. Not for the moment at least.
Illiandra Kalogridis
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 8:48 AM | Message # 10 |
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| The troopers cared not if they stepped through the blood, and their footsteps were loud as they spread out, checking rooms on the bottom floor in pairs. As they made for the stairway, Deschain motioned for them to remain. The Force signature was strong from the outside, the back of the house, where a no-doubt expansive and private yard awaited. With indifference, Deschain looked the bodies over, the way they'd been placed. This was no Jedi. This was likely no Dark Jedi either, unless they were quite mad.
Gesturing toward the back double doors, Deschain waited while the troopers approached. One of them stood to the side and yanked the door open, allowing the other four to rush out and prepare to surround or kill whomever might be on the other side.
Rath Deschain
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| Illiandra | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 8:57 AM | Message # 11 |
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| "Give mummy the leg, Fenrir." She murmured to him. "Who did you eat now? A neighbor? We will never make any friends this way, my pet. I'll have to make a cake." She said, to which the nexxu recoiled and dropped he limb. It was just then that the doors slammed open. Fenrir hunched back, growling loudly as she raised herself into a standing position.
"Not neighbors....." She said, noting the red of the armor and the weapons trained on both her and her pet. "Shhh, Fenrir. They don't want to play nice, do they?". Her last words were louder, so they could hear her.
Illiandra Kalogridis
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 9:09 AM | Message # 12 |
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| The five Purifiers spread out in a semicircle around the woman and the odd creature. A Nexu, it would seem to be, but small enough that they didn't pay it overmuch attention. "Down on the ground, hands behind your head!" The team leader barked as he raised his weapon. Some distance behind him, the cloaked figure of Rath Deschain stepped slowly out of the rear doors, viewing the woman and the animal with some amusement.
Rath Deschain
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| Illiandra | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 9:16 AM | Message # 13 |
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| Fenrir might have been small, but he still could have eaten one of them with no issue. He probably would before this was over. He was almost hip high to the petite woman, and would protect her violently if needed. The purifiers suddenly didn't interest her, and his orders went ignored for the moment. "Did you track blood through my house?" She finally said. It was quite obvious that she was unarmed, aside from the force powers she rarely used and barely controlled.
"Very bad form, you know. And rude. And you really, really want to lower those weapons. Or do you want to join the tea party....?"
Message edited by Illiandra - Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 9:18 AM |
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| Rath-Deschain | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 9:21 AM | Message # 14 |
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| "Last chance!" The team leader barked, sighting down his plasma rifle. All of them were equipped with equally powerful incendiary weapons, which happened to be the bane of Force-users. There was no deflection possible here. One of the troopers began to lower his weapon to cover the rather sizable Nexu kitten, just in case as Deschain came to a halt some dozen paces away. Behind him, in the open doorway, she might well be able to see the blood that had indeed been tracked through the house.
"Get down or we'll fire!" Normally they didn't offer so much as a second choice, but this man was new, part of the replacements that had died fighting Camden Solis in the lower city of Imperial Center.
Rath Deschain
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| Illiandra | Date: Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 9:54 AM | Message # 15 |
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| Illiandra narrowed her eyes some as she saw past Deschain and the state of "her" home. Finally her gaze snapped back to the purifier that was yelling at her. No, this injustice simply couldn't stand. First he made her house dirty, then wanted her to get her dress dirty. Absolutely not. She dropped down to the ground and wrapped her fingers around Fenrir's collar to hold him back, then whispered a few words to soothe the beast. He seemed to calm down, visibly, for the moment. He would, in turn, turn his head and nuzzle her briefly.
And then he broke from her grasp and bowled down the nearest purifier, goin straight for the jugular. He momentary distraction would give her enough time to get a grip around the hilt of a light saber that had been carefully hidden in the folds of her gown, a seldom used weapon, and toggle the switch to bring it to life. Disarm, not kill, was her main objective. She hated killing this way, and preferred a much more hands on approach.
With a quick movement, she snapped her wrist back, using the force to pull the weapons from their hands and fling them into the neighboring yard, the ones that weren't currently being mutilated, anyway. "Now do we want to play nice? No?"
Illiandra Kalogridis
Inquisitor
Message edited by Illiandra - Tuesday, 11 Sep 2012, 10:32 AM |
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