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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 26, 2006 19:59:52 GMT -5
It is as a fly struggling against a human finger: the scale is too great by orders of magnitude for Xexilia to even think straight, let alone escape. Yet she fights still. Maul walks up and looks into Xexilia's eyes, seeking out one solitary emotion.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 26, 2006 21:26:12 GMT -5
She growls in frustration, gritting her teeth together as she continuously wastes time in trying to get out of the huge force. Glaring towards Maul, she yells out in anger, as if it would get her out, her hands in fists, looking like she's attempting to throw herself out and at him to fight. After a while, her thrashing about lessened, her breath quick, tired, though she still glared at Maul while her hands clenched and unclenched, her face contorting in pain once the knowledge of the great magnitude hit her.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 26, 2006 21:47:17 GMT -5
Maul exulted in his motion, lightsaber flaring. He placed his blade to her throat. "I will train you."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 26, 2006 22:19:11 GMT -5
Xexilia held her breath, refusing to swallow with the blade sitting right at her neck. "Hh--Nh...Thank you." This said through a small gasp, though she gained an expression of joy in her face when she heard his words.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 26, 2006 22:30:37 GMT -5
"Do not show joy. Do not thank me. You are a weapon. You are hate incarnate. You will learn to despise me with every core of your being. And that hatred will drive you to excel."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 26, 2006 23:00:05 GMT -5
A short nod is her reply, lowering her head slightly to bite her lip, trying only once more to push against the force shoving her against the wall.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 26, 2006 23:07:28 GMT -5
The force ceases and she falls down. "Follow me."
In Maul's private dimension, the training continues for the next few months. Xexilia is given a substantially weakened training lightsaber. The basic principles of the Sith, Juyo, Teras Kasi, Vaapad, and the Force is taught to her. Weighted clothes and gravity training are used to augment her explosive strength. She is taught dance to give her rhythm, and put through acrobatic exercises. All along, she is practically tortured, verbally and mentally abused, etc.
Finally, Maul calls Xexilia into his chamber.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 26, 2006 23:10:49 GMT -5
Xexilia walks towards his chamber, standing before the door for a short moment with a tight jaw. After a small breath, she steps inside.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 26, 2006 23:46:05 GMT -5
Maul is busily meditating, cross-legged, fully cloaked. When Xexilia walks in, he looks up just enough to make his fabric quiver a little. "My initial instinct was right. You are not a warrior, not a killer or a Sith. Perhaps a housewife. Perhaps bantha fodder. And the Sith bury their mistakes." Suddenly, Xexilia is.... somewhere. The ground below her is black and red, uneven and cracked, completely dry. The atmosphere is quite acrid, a mix of ammonia, sulfur, and chlorine. There is a thick mist on the ground, unfurling curtains of red. In the sky there are red lightning storms, gravitational disturbances... it is a bizarre atmosphere.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 26, 2006 23:55:39 GMT -5
She stands still, staring at her surroundings in surprise, her jaw tight in irritation at his words before the room had shifted to the disturbing place. When she got a whiff of the atmosphere, she almost gagged, her vision choice shifting so she could see properly through the great mass of red.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 27, 2006 0:07:12 GMT -5
The atmosphere is still noxious, making Xexilia's breath short. Her bio-comps read a slow but spreading contamination and poisoning. There is a chaos factor that the sensors do not recognize. There is also a general, incredibly powerful aura of... negativity. It's hard to put a finger on it, but there seems to be coherent hate, self-righteousness, anger and violence in the air.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 27, 2006 0:11:46 GMT -5
Her head turns, looking for Maul--though she had a feeling that would be a hopeless search. Instead, she steps forward a bit, feeling almost smothered by the negativity of the area, coughing from the putrid atmosphere. Even coughing was hard to do, having to catch her breath from the action shortly after.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 27, 2006 0:29:26 GMT -5
Indeed, Maul is nowhere to be found. She also is detecting a substantial 'white noise' effect: many of her optics and perception abilities are being interfered with by an effect. She will not be able to withstand very much of this.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 27, 2006 0:36:32 GMT -5
"Where am I supposed to..." She cut off both her question, and her optic abilities. Deciding that just walking aimlessly would be better than standing foolishly, she covered her mouth to protect what was left of her health and moved quickly, listening to the thunder match the lightning in the distance.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 27, 2006 0:43:42 GMT -5
Covering her mouth didn't matter. Even through her thick EVA armor, the atmosphere spilled in, a strange fact considering how hermetically sealed the armor is. Actually, there is no thunder. Only lightning.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 27, 2006 15:31:52 GMT -5
Growing uncomfortable as she walks, her hands begin to shake a little, coughing against her hand every so often, wondering why the atmosphere was so rancid and if, perhaps, the negativity linked to it. After a while she finally dropped her hand from her mouth.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 27, 2006 15:40:00 GMT -5
As she walks, she begins to hear a natural cacophany of sound. A high-pitched wail of some carrion-eating bird. A sort of low humming from natural flora and fauna. A rumbling sound to her left. The deep and horrible cry of some distant sea creature. The sense of danger is palpable.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 28, 2006 1:41:25 GMT -5
Her head turns in the direction of each sound, growing a little more tense each time. The rumbling a little more than the others, with unknown origin at first. "What place is this...?" Hell? An abyss? Xexilia shook her head roughly. The atmosphere's poisonous air and awful smell was really starting to get to her.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 29, 2006 2:38:45 GMT -5
Xexilia feels a rushing, a powerful and thick shape with a distended front that at the bottom grinds the earth and at the top seems to be a vigilant sentry for something. Suddenly, antlion-like pincers erupt sideways from Xexilia's left, striking at a roughly 30 degree angle and seeming to try to catch her in the stomach.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 29, 2006 13:56:57 GMT -5
She jumps in shock, stumbling backwards in an attempt to avoid the pincers. Her thin stomach was tense, aware of what could happen to it. Xexilia curses as she moves, noticing that she felt slow, sluggish from the penetration of the atmosphere.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 29, 2006 15:13:09 GMT -5
The pincers do indeed strike, catching Xexilia. Her forcefields and defensive ki hold for the moment. The creature then brings Xexilia down into the ground with it. She now sees the whole abomination. It has a serpent's length of body, but also pincers, tentacles and arms. The proverbial center of the operation is the front, which contains two heads. One is a downward-facing head with composite eyes clearly designed for low-light tunnel vision functions. The mouth on this head is a mouth-like tunnel filled with an array of blades set in seemingly random patterns, which when compressed by its muscles churn the earth. The top-facing face is a human one, and it says, in a deep voice, "What do we have here?"
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 29, 2006 23:45:31 GMT -5
Xexilia remains tense, but somewhat relaxed, head directed towards the human face's voice, though she keeps silent. It seems like she could see decently when underground, but she wasn't too sure, staring at the creature's body with wonder.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 30, 2006 3:39:06 GMT -5
"Not one for talking, mmm? That makes it less fun!" The creature begins delving deeper, crushing Xexilia, and the top of its body flares up with red spikes of foul light, its face transforming from a fair human face to a mask-like shape.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 30, 2006 9:06:12 GMT -5
Wincing as it crushed her, she watches its top change in surprise. "What the hell are you?!"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 30, 2006 15:37:47 GMT -5
"Now the little one talks! I asked a question first, my dear." The creature momentarily stops. (Xexilia might need to use this opportunity.)
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 1, 2006 0:37:30 GMT -5
"My name would not mean much to...you." Whatever you are, she thought. She considered herself lucky that she could at least grab her weapon, her arms crushed against her sides. Curiosity got her telekinesis to begin an attempt to pry off one of the spikes on the creature's back.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 1, 2006 0:42:15 GMT -5
The pull doesn't dislodge the spine, but it does grab onto the skeleton underneath and pull. The creature snarls. "Like a stinging insect, I see. Still only an insect." Spines are firing at Xexilia.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 1, 2006 1:01:48 GMT -5
"F--" She summons up a telekinetic shield around her upper half--her lower half seemingly covered by the giant thing's pincers. "How was I supposed to know I could grab your skeleton?!"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 1, 2006 2:43:37 GMT -5
That assumption was mistaken. The spines came from the pincers and at angles sufficent to get the pincers. Xexilia's armor is also being rapidly undermined. And Xexilia now feels the familiar rush of poison. Surprisingly, it is one that Maul gave her in his weekly poison tests, as if he anticipated this moment...
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 2, 2006 20:39:46 GMT -5
She shifts within the creature's grasp, recognizing the poison soon after, hoping that her body would recognize it as well. Both cursing and thanking Maul in her head, she felt her armor pinch her together a little, but she felt fine, despite the acid-like feeling in her veins, which she hoped to wait out for a moment.
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