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The Man in the Box

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01.17.2013 , 10:12 PM | #11

Jese peered into the archive room, shadowed but for the faintly glowing holocrons that lined the shelves. A tall dark figure was slowly flipping through an ancient printed book. Tothav. She was getting better at telling who was in control.

These last few days had been tense. Felix insisted on sleeping apart from her on the rest of the trip to Tython, and Qyzen, once he was told what was going on, insisted on standing guard over Felix, sharing the duty with Zenith. Tharan and Holiday were, luckily, off at a conference, but Nadia...well, it was a good thing they were leaving her on Tython for a few months of study. She was developing an unhealthy fascination with Tothav. The remnant of Sith Lord had been surprisingly quiet - brooding certainly - but quiet through the trip and then the various tests the Jedi researchers on Tython tried. Jese had spent as much time as possible here in the archives, looking through the ancient texts.

"I can't find you," she said in the echoing room.

He looked up at her, startled. His jaw clenched.

"I'm sorry," she said, walking slowly towards him, "I didn't mean to surprise you."

He looked back down at the text. "My reflexes are slower," he finally said.

"You don't have the Force, of course they would be slower," she said.

"What do you want?" he demanded, turning another page, "I've already been interviewed by every Jedi in this forsaken place, as has your soldier. They've poked and prodded and found nothing."

"Not entirely true. Your data..." Tothav winced, a slight tightening of the muscles, a minor clench of the fist. "...appears to be nearly impossible to remove."

"Isn't that a pity?" he said, turning his head to smile a cruel smile at her.

She pursed her lips, examining his sneer with narrowed eyes. "But Felix is still the dominant personality."

"For now," he challenged, standing up straight.

Jese felt anger rise up in her, and she took a deep breath, letting the Force resettle her nerves. "What I actually came here to tell you was that I can't find record of you...of Darth Tothav."

He shrugged and closed the text, picking it up and placing it in the stasis chamber it was stored in. "Hardly surprising. I was a scholar and an explorer, not a poltician."

"So what was that 'destroyer of worlds' crap?"

He grinned slightly and shrugged again. "Just a couple worlds, here and there. Not anything to build a monument to."

"So you explored. Is that why the Dark Council wanted your knowledge?"

He leaned back on the matching table, the two of them mirrors, arms crossed, eyes watchful. "It seems likely."

"What type of exploring did you do?" she asked curiously.

He sighed in impatience, "I hunted down relics, found ancient burial chambers, uncovered weapons of immense power. The usual. If you're quite done?"

She glared at him. "I'd like to speak to Felix. Please."

"But of course, my dear. By the way, I quite enjoy the memory of you naked in my arms. Gets me through these moments." His grin was positively lecherous for a moment before his face went blank and then slid back into familiar lines.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment. The days had been quiet between them, for all of the flurry of activity on Tython.

"What do you see? When you're...away?" she asked with drawn brows, "Does it...hurt?"

Felix's face was grim as he pulled her tight to him and held her for long minutes. She relaxed into his embrace, content for a moment inside those strong arms of his.

"It doesn't hurt," he said quietly, into her hair. "It's like I'm dreaming. I see memories and have thoughts and make plans, but it's all jumbled together behind this kind of...wall. Every once in awhile I'll catch a glimpse of the world through his eyes. But it's fuzzy, clouded, and then gone again." He leaned back and grinned at her. "Usually I see you. Remind me not to get you mad. You're kinda scary when you're mad."

"Jedi don't get mad," she grinned up at him.

"Uh huh, tell yourself that the next time you're staring down the Sith sitting in my head." He kissed her forehead.

She snuggled up against his chest, listened to his heart beat, breathed in his scent. "If we can't find a way to get rid of him, are you going to be okay?"

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'm more worried about you."

She looked up at him. "I'm with you to the end. I love you."

"Then I'm more than fine."
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01.19.2013 , 11:57 AM | #12

Jese made a couple more notes on her datapad and then shut it off, rubbing her eyes. She settled into a meditative stance, allowing the cool, bright energy of the Light side to wash through her, refresh her. She was having to do that more often lately. The long hours of researching were wearing her down as they made their way to the capitol, but answers had to be out there - if not here then perhaps in Coruscant's ruined archives. She stood and stretched, stepping out of her space and heading towards the conference room.

Zenith leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his sniper rifle across his back, watching the man sitting by himself at the dejarik table.

"What's he doing?" Jese asked, coming up behind him.

"Playing a game," Zenith said as though the concept were foreign to him.

"They aren't..." she frowned and stepped into the room. Felix looked up at her with a smile. "Hey, honey," she said, sliding onto the bench seat beside him and kissing his cheek.

He slid an arm around her. "Find anything?" he asked, settling her in tight against his side.

"I found a reference to 'transfering the soul,' but I think they're talking about transferring essences, not...this. I have a pile of theoretical works on AI to go through, and Tharan and Holiday are, naturally, rather curious about this phenomenon. They're doing some looking. What are you doing?" She examined the table where a game was obviously in play.

"Winning," he grinned.

"Against Tothav?" she asked, blinking a little.

"Yeah," he said, looking over the game board.

"So you two really can't read each other's minds," she said, watching as he shifted a piece.

"Nope," he said, looking over the new configuration, "Some feelings leak through, a few glimpses of what's going on, but no concrete thoughts. And I'm getting better at taking control back." He grinned. "Just takes some effort."

Jese smiled tightly.

"Don't worry," he said, tipping her chin up.

She nodded, her eyes a little watery. She shifted her gaze to the board, swallowing. Felix didn't deserve this. He was a good man.

His arm tightened around her, running his hand soothingly up and down her thigh. She sighed and snuggled in, trying to block out everything but being with the man she loved, if only for a moment. His fingers ventured farther than they should have with Zenith looking on, and she looked up in alarm. Tothav's evil twinkle looked back down at her. She jumped back, away from the table.

"Everything okay?" Zenith asked from the door, his rifle in hand.

She glanced over and nodded quickly.

"Hello, little Jedi, it's so nice to see you," Tothav said. His eyes slid from her eyes down her slight form and then over to the board. "Curse him!" he snarled, his attention grabbed by the position of the pieces.

Jese glared at him, opened her mouth to blister his ears but a sharp shudder to the ship interrupted her. Alarm sirens went off all over the place, warning lights flashing.

"Blasted Imperials," Zenith growled, sprinting for the bridge. Qyzen charged up from the lower level.

"Ah I see my friends have arrived," Tothav drawled as the ship rocked under the assault.

"You called them?" Jese asked in horror, "How? When?"

"Come now, my sweet," he said in amused disdain, "surely you didn't think I'd be content to wait till your pet scientist or archivists found a way to...argh!" His face twisted as he strained and then it was Felix who was looking down at her.

His eyes widened as he took in the situation. "I knew there was something wrong," he swore, "he was way too smug. It was leaking all over the place."

He grabbed her arm and the two of them headed for the bridge. A boarding pod blasted through the side of the ship, knocking them all off their feet. Jese threw out a wave of Force energy from where she lay, slamming the emerging soldiers into the wall.

"*Scorekeeper watches,*" Qyzen growled, charging into the mass of bodies, his techblade spinning.

"Quickly, to the bridge," Felix ordered, "defend from there."

Jese threw out shields on them as they fought their way to the bridge, Felix repelling the invaders so she could keep them all up. Zenith stood in the door, picking off soldiers, but more kept streaming in. Qyzen held them at the breach, a lone tall alien in a sea of Imperial armor, but then he faltered in the mass of invaders and went down.

"No!" Jese screamed, feeling his lifeforce falter. She blasted a gap in the melee and caught sight of the Trandoshan. He was bleeding heavily, the ground around him slick and red, but he stabbed upward with his blade, adding yet another body to the piles that were stacked around him. She reached out with the Force, but it was too late. He was gone.

"No," she sobbed, allowing Felix to pull her the rest of the way to the bridge.

Zenith's grim intensity never faltered. He and Felix stood shoulder to shoulder in the door, blasting the Imperials down as they came. Jese gathered her wits and began the work on shields and healing she was best at. It was a losing battle, though. They were soon overwhelmed.

Tears streamed down Jese's face as she lay on the ground, bound in Force restraints, next to Zenith and Felix. She could see Qyzen's body, surrounded by the corpses of his enemies. He would take many points with him to the Scorekeeper this day. He would have wanted it that way. The thought was little comfort.

The crowd of Imperial troops parted, making way for a tall, thin robed figure with pale wrinkled skin and glowing orange eyes. He smirked at the bound figures lying on the ground.

"I'm here to collect my holocron."

Author's Note:
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01.19.2013 , 03:20 PM | #13
Ugh. Qyzen. He was my loyal sidekick on my Sage until I got Zenith. Scorekeeper favor him, reading that hurt.

I got Iresso from 0 to 10k affection within an hour of leaving Hoth, so I blasted through his story. Since I had no intention of romancing him, I didn't pay much attention. I remember it being weird and not really answering any questions that it raised. Then I promptly forgot about it.

This is awesome. Can't wait for more.
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01.19.2013 , 08:40 PM | #14
Quote: Originally Posted by Morgani View Post
Ugh. Qyzen. He was my loyal sidekick on my Sage until I got Zenith. Scorekeeper favor him, reading that hurt.

I got Iresso from 0 to 10k affection within an hour of leaving Hoth, so I blasted through his story. Since I had no intention of romancing him, I didn't pay much attention. I remember it being weird and not really answering any questions that it raised. Then I promptly forgot about it.

This is awesome. Can't wait for more.
Qyzen But yay, awesome!
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01.23.2013 , 08:39 PM | #15

Her head hurt; her body hurt. Such a pale word for the burning pain in her chest, the stabbing pain in her head. Jese opened her eyes slowly, trying to think around the pain. Felix and Tothav. Qyzen. Dead. Zenith captured. A Sith with orange eyes and purple lighting in his hands. She lifted her head, her eyesight fuzzy. The space around her was black and gray with small glowing red lights. The fuzziness receded. She lay on a tilted table, restrained. Jese took a breath, old training kicked in, and she reached for the well of Light side Force that lived inside her. And found nothing.

"No..." she whispered on half a sob. She tried to calm her mind, move past the pain, to reconnect. There was a gaping void where she knew there had once been light and connection and peace. "It's gone." Tears dripped down her cheeks.

"Like a hole you'll never fill." Tothav walked across the hard gleaming black floor. He had changed clothing, out of Felix's armor. Now he wore a simple black suit, almost a uniform, but without emblem. "Hurts, does it not?"

Jese watched him as he came across the space, more tears spilling down her cheeks. Everything was colorless without the Force. The web of living creatures that she had lived in her whole life, vanished.

"Force-dampening restraints," he said with deep satisfaction. "Life without the Force, for one who has known that power...well, it's hardly worth living now, isn't it?"

"Felix..." she said, hoping he would break through.

Tothav sighed. "He won't be coming back. Not as long as we have you and your Twi'lek," he smiled. "One little jolt to your lovely body and away he went." He looked over her. "You are quite beautiful, my dear. I can quite see why he wouldn't want you damaged."

Jese looked away, unable to look at Felix under the control of this evil creature any longer. Tothav reached out and wiped away the tears that stained her cheek. His touch was almost gentle, almost familiar. He leaned in to speak into her ear.

"The ache in your gut, the loss? Now you have a taste of what has been my world without the Force. I will have it back," he vowed.

She turned her head, glaring at him through her tears. "You fool. You think they will give you power? Even if it were possible, they will keep you as their slave. How can you be so blind?"

"I will take that chance," he said. He tapped her bottom lip with one finger, chuckling when she jerked her head away. "Once I am restored, I will have power beyond what you can imagine, Jedi. Perhaps I will take you as my consort."

"You are nothing but information. The Force shall never be yours again and neither will I," she vowed.

He laughed. "Till later, little Jedi," he said, leaving the room.
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01.23.2013 , 11:23 PM | #16
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!

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01.24.2013 , 01:34 PM | #18
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Diabolical laughter...very nice. :P

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I know Believe me, I don't kill companions lightly (other than Skadge, who is dead and will remain dead thankyouverymuch). There were tears when the big green guy went down.
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01.24.2013 , 09:19 PM | #19
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(other than Skadge, who is dead and will remain dead thankyouverymuch).
Yeah, I wouldn't blink at his death...unless they did some massive recharacterization. For serious.

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01.24.2013 , 09:44 PM | #20

Jese heard the sharp click of boots on the shining black floor before she saw them return with Zenith. She held her breath, looking for some sign of life in him as the soldiers half carried, half dragged him to the other tilted table. He pulled his head up, his bruised eyes exhausted but angry and determined. He looked her over as if to assure himself that she was okay and then glared at the soldiers as they strapped him down and exited the room. Dried blood caked the fingers on one of his hands, and Jese could see where Force lightning had scorched his clothes. He was not broken though. She breathed a sigh of relief. Zenith would never break.

"Insufferable slaves," Ouzel muttered as he stalked through the door, followed quietly by Tothav, "He insults me by his definace!" He stalked towards Zenith, sending a jolt of lightning at the Twi'lek. Zenith's back arched, but when the lightning ended he sneered at the Sith, air pumping through his lungs, shirt smoking.

Tothav wandered over towards Jese's table. "His willpower is really quite remarkable," he said as he ran the back of a finger down Jese's arm. He grinned at her scowl.

"Remarkable? It is a disgrace! I should kill him now," Ouzel snarled, "In fact, I will!" He raised his arms to deliver a lethal dose of lightning.

Tothav swiveled away from Jese in alarm. "We need them," he snapped, "how else are we to control this soldier? Think, fool, you already destroyed one bargaining chip!"

Ouzel twisted his head towards him, anger gleaming in his eyes. He threw purple lightning at Tothav, sending him to his knees gasping. "Do not dare call me fool, worm! You are nothing! A servant to do my bidding, do you understand?"

Tothav's jaw clenched hard as he got to his feet, his dark brown eyes glittered with hatred. "Of lord," he said with a bow, "my apologies."

Ouzel sneered at him and then turned to look from Zenith to Jese. "Perhaps I was hasty in my desire to rid myself of this bit of insolence. We only need one of them, and the Jedi would look marvelous in my bed. She won't last long though," his evil smirk practically oozed, "they never do." Jese recoiled from his foul gaze. She could see Zenith jerk at his restraint, his eyes hard in his bruised face.

Tothav glanced back at Jese, his eyebrows drawn tight. His jaw clenched, and he looked back at Ouzel. He took a step forward. "My lord, I was wondering if I might speak to you regarding your efforts to restore my Force sensitivity."

Ouzel tore his gaze from Jese and frowned at Tothav. "What nonsense are you on about now?"

Tothav clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing. "I have been studying in your extensive archives, but have not been able to find a technique that would restore my Force sensitivity. I would like to go to Dromund Kaas and explore the archives in the Citadel."

Ouzel scoffed. "Dromund Kaas? The Dark Council already watches me like a hawk, and you wish me to take my prize into their very lair in some wild goose chase? Force sensitivity cannot just be turned on. Any child knows that. Besides, what I need from you is the knowledge you carry, nothing more. The Dark Council thinks they will find Dullwre's Crystal first, but they are idiots! My knowledge of the ancient texts is far superior! Call me weak will they? Hah! I'll..."

"My lord," Tothav interrupted darkly, "you promised to see that I was restored to my former self when I contacted you."

Ouzel casually shocked him and then rolled his eyes. "As if a promise to a holocron meant anything. Now..." he turned to look back at Jese, "yes, I think she will do nicely."

"You Sith are all alike," Zenith growled at him, catching his attention, "cowards who hide behind others. Pathetic!" He spat to the side.

"Zenith, no!" Jese burst out, realizing what he was doing. Tothav looked back over at her and then at Zenith, his quick mind visibly at work.

"Watch yourself, slave, or I'll decide your death would be worth forgoing the pleasure of the Jedi," Ouzel seethed, shocking Zenith briefly. Tothav took a slow step towards Zenith's table.

"As if you had the balls," Zenith hurled at Ouzel.

A bellow of incoherent rage accompanied a vicious stream of lightning.

"All you Imperials are weak," Zenith wheezed, his voice faint but dripping with disdain.

Ouzel stalked towards the Twi'lek, practically frothing at the mouth. "You will not speak to me like that!" he screamed, launching himself at the restrained prisoner.

Tothav made his move swiftly. Jese caught a flash of silvered metal and then Ouzel's body crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut. Zenith sucked in air, staring at the former Sith who stood over the body, bloody knife still dripping. Tothav moved quickly to Jese's table, reaching for the restraints.

Jese gaped at him. "Felix?" she asked, peering into his dark brown eyes.

Tothav rolled his eyes, disgust on his face, "Come now, my dear, give me credit. The man was a bore."

He unlocked the restraints and then the Force-dampening cuffs. She sighed involuntarily as color seeped back into her world, the Light side refilling the well inside her, pulling her into the glorious web of connection the galaxy offerred. Tothav didn't move as he watched the Force return to her, the pain in his eyes calling to her.

She reached out a hand, touching his briefly. "I'm sorry. For your loss," she said sincerely.

"Do not pity me," he said gruffly, helping her stand. She settled into a deep meditative trance to restore her energy enough to heal Zenith. The sharp sound of flesh on flesh broke her trance. Zenith was standing above Tothav's crumpled body, flexing his hand, still breathing heavily. She gaped at him. Zenith looked over at her and shrugged. The body at his feet moved, and Jese rushed over to his side.

Felix's clear, honest face looked up at her...with a quickly bruising jaw. He glanced over at Zenith as he got to his feet. "Thanks, been wanting to punch that guy since he showed up."

Jese looked from one to the other and shook her head in disbelief. "Men are insane," she muttered to herself as she began the long process of healing their wounds.
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