Pygmalion-Recovery

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Pygmalion-Recovery

Postby SomethingDifferent on Thu Dec 18, 2008 7:57 pm

She wasn't quite sure how to respond. Should she bang on the box back? Or say something? The call from inside sounded kind of desperate. Also, really loud and annoying and hard to ignore. If she was going to sleep properly, she should probably get this box to quiet down.

"Um. Yeah. Well. There's nothing else here."


The girl sighed in relief, falling back inside the box."Oh, thank goodness. I was wondering when I'd notice I was still here. What took me so long?"

"...Wait, what?" That was a confusing way to put it. She reached out tentatively to place a hand on the box. She drew back, however, when the brush of one finger left a hole in the corner the size of a coin. The steel underneath had dissolved, or turned to dust, or something similar. She added "alarming" to "confusing" in the description of this particular dream.

"What do I MEAN, what?" The sudden beam of light seemed to be the most beautiful thing the girl had seen in years; she eagerly pressed her eye to the hole, trying to see out. "I can't have forgotten, could I? I mean, I'm HERE. I'm talking to me all rationally, doesn't that mean I know me?"

She shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm dreaming. This is all in my head. You're not real..."

"Oh, well, that's not very nice. Just because I'm in my head doesn't mean I'm not real. It just means I'm in my head. As you can see, currently trapped here. I don't even know why I've come this far down when I said I never would again. Am I hurt?"

"...WHAT?"

"I said, am I hurt?" She poked her finger through the hole for a moment, gesturing out as best she could.

"what...uh...Are you talking about me?"

The girl's eye in the hole rolled with annoyance. "Naturally. Who else would I be talking about?"

She was beginning to think she was crazy, if this was the kind of company she dreamed up for herself. "You use weird pronouns. If you mean me, say so instead of referring to yourself all the time." She crossed her arms and glared at the box in front of her. "And yes, I think I'm rather badly hurt. The last thing I remember is being crushed by rancor shoulders."

"I'm using the right pronouns, stupid. It's my fault I don't get it. And WHY was I fighting a rancor? Didn't I leave to avoid that kind of trauma?"

"Not exactly. Someone had to do it, and there's not exactly a lot of people willing to jump a monster and poke its eye out. Most those who try end up dead. Heck, I'm surprised I'M not dead. At least, I'm pretty sure I'm not. This doesn't look much like the afterlife." She didn't argue the pronoun use any further, for some reason. It seemed wrong to.

"Hold on, let me get this straight. I jumped a rancor. I attacked IT. "

"I said that already."

"Without a lightsaber?"

"I haven't had a saber in forever."

"AND WITHOUT LETTING ME OUT OF THE BOX??" The girl banged on the wall of the box; the sound reverberated under her following tirade. "That's CRAZY. WHY would I do something so STUPID, that's INSANE. I could have DIED! I probably almost DID! What in Ashla's name is so kriffing important out there that I'd throw myself into a giant monster's angry slavering tooth-ridden FACE?"

She paused. Only a moment...

But a moment's silence was enough. "I wasn't doing it just for giggles, was I." The girl slumped back to sit in the opposite corner; the light flooded back in through the tiny hole. "Somebody found me."

"They weren't supposed to ever be here. Not EVER. And they weren't supposed to get hurt. Being rancor meat would count as getting hurt, I think."

The girl sighed. "Which ones?"

"Just one."

"Not the happy couple, then. That's good."

Another pause.

"Wait. You mean it IS one of them?"

..."Yeah."

"...That's unexpected." The girl paused in reflection. "Ah, I'll ask later. Tell me which one. I can guess, but I need to know for sure. Who found me? Was it Raan? It was Raan, wasn't it?"

"No...she did."

"
Vyra?"

"Yeah."

The silence this time was longer. Several heartbeats passed before the girl spoke. "Oh, dianoga dung." She pressed her eye back to the hole, searching until she found her face outside. "This changes everything, absolutely everything. I HAVE to let me out now."

"What? THAT again?"

"Oh, come on! I know I said I'd never let me out again, and I KNOW it's been a long time and that the idea of letting me out is distasteful and probably really really dangerous, but it's not ABOUT me now! She's on THIS SHIP. That's BAD! Come on, I PROMISED!"

"But you can't have promised anything regarding her, you're not real!"


"Of course I'm real, I put me in here myself!"

"Are not!"

"Am too!"

"Are NOT!"

"AM TOO!"

She caught herself at the edge of retorting back, holding in a scream. She took a deep breath. "Fine. Let's pretend for a moment that you're real. I still don't have the slightest kriffing clue who you are. I don't remember putting some weirdo girl who uses nothing but first-person pronouns into a tiny box in my head. I don't even KNOW you. You could be evil or something! So why am I so obligated to let you out, huh?"

"...I seriously don't know who I am?"

She shook her head. "Nope."

Even though it couldn't be seen by anyone, the girl in the box couldn't help but grin sardonically. "Then I haven't been thinking very hard. I know exactly who I am, I'm just not using my imagination. Come on. Think. I've been trapped in this tiny, dark, uncomfortable little box for almost three years, ever since I left Nal Hutta with blood on my hands. I've been the ONLY thing stuck inside this box in all that time, and I swore I'd never be let out again, as much as I hate it in here. What is the ONLY thing that I've EVER sworn never to let out again, hmmmmmmm?"

She was sure that her real heart probably skipped a beat at that moment.

"Oh, I get it now! Good for me. I finally remembered where I put myself." The girl whanged her palm on the wall of the box again, enjoying the bell-like sound.

" No. Nuh-uh, no way no-how, no no NO. I'm not that person anymore. That old person isn't me, she's GONE, I KILLED HER and became someone else. I killed you too, when I left all that behind. You shouldn't be in my head anymore. You shouldn't BE here!" She backed away from the box, out of arm's reach, keeping her hands carefully behind her back.


The girl laughed. "Oh, that's stupid, Na'an. I can't kill the Force. Jedi code kind of says so. I'm pretty sure I'm not dead,
I said so just a minute ago. Now, can I PLEASE get out of here already? I've got a cramp from hunching."
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Re: Pygmalion-Recovery

Postby almighty_smiley on Thu Dec 18, 2008 10:25 pm

The screen Bendix stared at suddenly went dark. Silence permeated the room, with only the sound of heavy, vengeful breathing assuring Bendix that the obvious hyperspace jump hadn't killed him. The screen blinked, catching the pirate's attention. Blinked again. Three times. After what seemed like immeasurable eons, the black screen scrolled across with bright text, displaying the closest thing that Crow would ever have to a death note.

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Re: Pygmalion-Recovery

Postby SomethingDifferent on Sat Dec 20, 2008 4:38 am

Out in the real world, Peko's breathing quickened. Whether it was from the surgery being performed on her arm or not was impossible to tell.

"Am I just gonna stand there and gape?" The girl pulled away from the hole, and poked her finger out to waggle it at her familiar guest. "I told me, I'm getting a cramp."

She shook her head, gripping her hands behind her back. "Nuh-uh. I'm not coming over there. You saw what happened. I touch that box, it'll turn into dust or something."

"Well, that's the idea. I want OUT, Nanii."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? It's who I am, isn't it? Or do I not like that nickname anymore? Would I prefer to go by Wanderer again?"

"STOP it. I'm not Na'an anymore, and neither are you. You shouldn't even BE here. Why the hell do you look like that, anyway?" She swallowed; her throat was dry, her voice shaking.

"Like what?" The girl fell back, and attempted to inspect herself in what little light the hole provided. She picked at her light tunic, checking her boots and belt as best she could, then reached back and took to smoothing the twists of her long braid. "I can see all this?" She paused reflectively, then snapped her fingers. "Or is it just the eye freaking me out?" She pressed her face back into the hole.

The sight of that great grey eye peering back out at her made her shudder. "I don't know what you're talking about with 'all this', but yeah, having my own eye look at me is really creepy. I meant, why a BOX?"

"Oh, that's most likely psychological. When I gave up this part of myself, I had to get rid of my Force Power too, right?"

"I DID get rid of it. You. Damn these pronouns..."

"Did the rancor scramble my brains? I just said it, no one can kill the Force! It's just repression. There was this handy-dandy box already hanging around in my subconscious or memory or something, so in I went. All the parts of me I wanted dead--Force power, Jedi training, all those wonderful personality traits that pretty much made everyone's lives hell--all wrapped up tight never to see the light again. Of course, I knew I wasn't good enough to pull THAT off, so out came the fancy armor plates to finish the job." She nodded to herself. "I haven't gotten a say in the matter for nearly three years because of those damned things. No wonder I thought I'd killed me off."

She scowled; finding out that the self she discarded thought she was a moron was annoying even through the mounting horror of finding her here. "Those plates just protect me from Lecter's Force Probes. I'm a different person now. I'm not Force sensitive, I don't want Jedi training, and my name isn't Na'an anymore."

"And yet I'm still fixated on protecting the Family. Really, Na'an, I'm kind of a hypocrite. Now open the box."

"No."

"Why the hell not?"

"I don't need you."

"Maybe you don't..but Vyra probably does."

"I can take care of her without you."

"Uh-huh. Just like I took SUCH GOOD CARE of Elly."

She colored suddenly. "That's not the same thing and you know it."

"You think so?" The girl rolled her eye upward, no longer looking into her own face, but searching for another. "Wonder if she thinks the same?"

She followed her eye upward, inwardly praying there was nothing there worth looking at.

The girl waved her finger cheerily. "Hey, El. Hope you can talk, I'm not exactly making any progress here..."


The door to the Infirmary opened with a soft swish, and the Captain's long neck craned in to look at the scene. He ignored Berlin, addressing instead the Wookiee medic. His green eyes cast around the room, then focused on a small pile of metal on the floor. "I thought I'd come and see how she's coming along. Not dead, I trust?"
He entered smoothly, sitting on a chair near the pile. "I do hope not. She's been through quite an adventure...I'm sure she'd want to survive long enough to share the details."
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Re: Pygmalion-Recovery

Postby ~*Lauren*~ on Thu Dec 25, 2008 6:42 am

There was a sharp clatter as Vyra’s wristband hurtled across the room and smacked into the metal wall on the opposite side, falling next to a pile of dirty, ripped clothes.

The thrower, her back against the wall on the other side of the room and knees pulled up to her chin, wrapped her arms around her legs once again and continued to stare blankly at the floor. The long, hot shower had done wonders for Vyra’s appearance, sore muscles, and stinging cuts. But it had given her time to think about everything, and she’d turned up some new questions and feelings that had her wishing she’d just stayed in her ruined Dathomir gear instead. She felt a little guilty, though…like she shouldn’t be taking a hot shower, shouldn’t be sitting in her quarters brooding and planning when people she thought highly of were injured and possibly suffering, needing help. And the New Republic had finally caught up with the Pygmalion, though Lecter had jumped them all into hyperspace before she’d had time to convince him to let her go. Not that she would have succeeded in that, either.

Vyra scratched absently at the rough dark blue fabric that made up her new pants. She raised her eyes to gaze at her bare left arm. It was strange to her, without the wristband to protectively cover her wrist and lower part of her forearm.

The wristband.

Of all her recent puzzlements, it was the white-gemmed wristband that mystified Vyra the most. What was it, exactly? Why did it respond to her and her alone? Was it responsible for the Force outbursts, like the one that had occurred on Dathomir? She knew the answer to the last question. She’d even tested the theory out here in her quarters by removing the band and using the Force. Without it, Vyra’s Force connection was very weak. Even levitating a chair was difficult for her. But when she put the wristband back on, she could do virtually anything with the Force without even breaking a sweat, and her Force connection was strong and clear. Even her thoughts were sharper, more defined, and her health never wavered. This worried her. Such a powerful thing could not be safe, especially in her untrained hands.

But what scared her the most was what happened to her when she took the wristband off.

Even now, as Vyra sat glaring at the floor, it was happening. Her jaw clenched, her hands curled into tight fists, and her head ached. And all she could think about was putting the band back on. She fought against the painful urging to raise her eyes and look at it, to touch it, to put it back on her arm. Over the past four years, Vyra had done this many times with her band, taking it off, resisting until blood leaked from her palms from digging her nails into her skin, or until the room spun so rapidly she couldn’t stand. In the end, she’d give in, and with trembling hands she would fasten the wristband around her left wrist, and the ailments would disappear.

She recognized this behavior. It was that of someone withdrawing from an addiction.

But what was she addicted to? The wristband itself? The power? Or was it, perhaps, the Force itself?

Vyra had, over the course of the four years, improved her resistance time, and was able to endure a full nine minutes without the band. She hadn’t yet had the strength or the will to persevere beyond her breaking point. Vyra had no idea what would happen if she continued to resist, and she hadn’t yet been desperate enough to try to find out. But this…THIS was what she feared the most. Not being able to keep a sane mind without the wristband.

Vyra had examined every inch of the thick black band and it’s silver-white jewels and found nothing out of the ordinary…except that the bracelet seemed indestructible. No matter how hard she tried, no matter which way or with which tool, Vyra couldn’t make a dent in it. The silver-white crystals were still smooth as glass despite numerous attempts to pry them out. The thick, leathery black band was still as strong as ever, even as she pulled, twisted, slammed, or crushed.

Not that Vyra had any desire to destroy something so precious to her. It had been a gift from Raan Jade, and had, in fact, helped save her life on various occasions. But it was there that the danger lay. For Vyra knew that no matter how hazardous the wristband was to her, and even if she wanted to…she would never find the will to destroy it.

Vyra had kept her “addiction” a complete secret. No one knew. Not her best friends, Na’an and Elly, not Caoimhín, not even Formidonis, whom she would usually tell EVERYTHING to. It was fairly easy to keep it from her Family. It was an easy job to keep it from everyone except Raan, of course. He knew her as well as he knew the curves and holds of his lightsaber, and he could read her like an open holo-book. Combine that with his mind reading abilities…and Vyra had quite a job hiding it from him. She never brought it to the front of her mind when she was around Raan, never allowed it to affect her emotions. She would conceal it in the depths of her mind, block it off with walls of emotions and bury it in other thoughts, until she was completely alone. And even then, she was careful.

For if her secret were to fall upon the wrong ears, they would have almost complete power over her, and THAT was more dangerous that anything.

A quiet cracking noise sounded from her fists as she squeezed them harder, the knuckles snapping and popping. Vyra’s vision started to blur. The pounding in her head increased both in tempo and strength. She squinted across the room, her eyes latched onto the wristband lying on the floor, still playing at resistance. Her seven minute mark was approaching, too slowly yet not quickly enough. She tried to think, tried to clear her mind using the exercises Na’an had taught her long ago, but she couldn’t recall any of them. All that mattered was the bracelet. Getting it back on her arm. Yes. That was all that mattered.

Vyra scrunched her face up, concentrating, her back pressing into the wall. The six minute mark arrived. Everything got worse. She whipped her arms up and slammed her fists into the side of her head, squeezing her eyes shut as her mouth became a firm line. And she just sat there, biting down on the helpless whimpers that threatened to escape. There was no point in fighting it, really. She knew she would give in eventually. The only thing keeping her from never taking the wristband off was her stubborn will and determination.

Eight minutes. The room changed colors as it spun, and she felt like she was choking. Vyra couldn’t deal anymore. With a frustrated huff, she crawled on her hands and knees across the room as quick as she could. It took her a few tries to find the “real” wristband, since her vision was making doubles, but the second she snapped it over her wrist, everything suddenly vanished…and was still once again.

Vyra closed her eyes. The Force enveloped her, like a warm and comforting blanket, easing her nerves and calming her heart and mind.

The Force.

She opened her eyes slowly. How she hated, hated, HATED the Force.

But that was something she couldn’t deal with right now. Vyra stood quickly, flexing her cramped hands and assessing the situation. How long had she spent in her quarters, mulling over things and experimenting? What had happened since then? She should go have a chat with the Captain, then check on Peko, then-…

Peko.

Yet another piece to her puzzle with no picture. But where did SHE fit? And Crow? And Berlin? Perhaps it was time she find out.

Gathering her semi-dry hair into a tidy bun, double checking her appearance and pushing Na’an’s lightsaber further back into her boot, Vyra strode for the door as if nothing had happened in her quarters. Her senators mask fell back into place, and her protective walls came up. She marched down the hallways, ignoring all others she passed. She was on a mission.

Finally, she arrived at the medbay. Her first priority: heal Peko and any others who were hurt, if she could.

Vyra placed her hand on the keypad to open the door.
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Re: Pygmalion-Recovery

Postby almighty_smiley on Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:47 pm

Immediately, it seemed, the coded sequence on the datapad started to give way to static. It was subtle at first; a simple cackle of electronic interference crossing the handheld computer. The screen gave way to the traditional fuzzy lines indicating a loss of communication, but they seemed to go out as swiftly as they came, once again displaying a clear image of the droid-oriented language. Another wave of static flashed across, only to be met with the same result of nothingness. Static, by its nature, was a very random turn of events in and of itself. It had to be; whenever a connection was lost, static would take its place until the transmission was reconnected. But this particular datapad clearly missed that general rule of thumb. Whenever the static flared up, it took a set amount of time before it died down. And then, after another set of time, it would come up again. Each of their times being completely and totally EXACT. The realization hit Bendix in the face as hard as a blaster bolt would have.

Crow's CPU was systematically trying to boot up on the datapad, but for some reason was unable to do so.

The static started to flare up faster and faster as the computer desperately tried to gain a foothold over the datapad. But as it stood, Bendix's mind perplexed itself, trying to wrap itself a seeming inconsistency. When he first saw it and even now as it stuck out of the handheld device, Crow's brain was unlike anything he had seen before. And judging by the droid's behavior and characteristics, the machine was at least on par with military supercomputers, assuming it didn't make them look like binary loadlifters altogether. If such were true, why would Crow have such a problem overcoming a simple little datapad?

The screen, as if in response to Bendix's musing, went completely blank.

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::AUREBESH ENCODING COMPLETE::

::BENDIX, IS THIS YOU? IF SO, TAKE THIS DATAPAD TO MY QUARTERS IN THE BRING AND AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTION. INPUT ALL INQUIRIES ON THE DATAPAD'S COMMAND KEYPAD. IF YOU ARE NOT BENDIX, DELIVER THIS DATAPAD TO LECTER SIRALIS IMMEDIATELY::
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Re: Pygmalion-Recovery

Postby almighty_smiley on Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:48 pm

With that, the screen once again went black, with the datapad's standard screen taking its place moments later.
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Re: Pygmalion-Recovery

Postby SomethingDifferent on Tue Dec 30, 2008 9:28 am

Bendix boggled at the now innocent-looking screen. Was Cro-was this machine really that audacious, to give him orders from inside an outdated datapad? Was it possible for droids to be arrogant like that? It was infuriating! In any other situation, that type of brusque command would have merited him throwing the CPU across the room and throwing a rock at it. He'd take orders from people who could crush him, but Bendix wasn't stupid enough to obey someone HE could crush.

But there was still a remnant of adrenaline in his veins that served as a reminder of the Dathomire caves. Weak or strong, Crow was close to Lecter. That made him useful. Useful was more important than annoying.

Bendix clicked the datapad shut, and stuffed it inside his clothes to keep it hidden. He'd have to be casual--make conversation. Sidle down there as if he had nothing better to do. Hide his shaking hands, and the bulge in his shirt. Look like any normal man in shock, if that was what it took. Hell, that wouldn't be hard. He pushed the button, and left his room for the brig.
The rest of the ship seemed to reflect his own mood--everyone was running around, reading off hull reports and checking medical supplies and looking for maps of star systems they haven't visited in years. Many of the men were looking for their friends and comrades among the returned; it was easy to tell which of them had been disappointed, because they looked like he felt. Bendix had to sidle his way around them in attempts to avoid conversation, which was oddly difficult. Everyone wanted news, news, tales of the action below like it was something glorious. Bendix managed to escape most, but the last group of men caught him, and he had no choice.

" 'Ey, Ben, it's not true there y'all fought three rancors in a treasure hunt, eh?"

His voice was dull, distant. "No. Just one."

"One RANCOR?"

"Bendix, you seen Mordreaux? he went with you guys...."

"Dead. And there weren't no treasure."

"Not Mordreaux! He couldn'a!"

"No way it was a rancor either, otherwise non'yall woulda survived!"

"He can't be dead. What about the Med wing?"

"What the hell d'ya mean no TREASURE? What'd you go down there for?"

"Isn't it obvious they failed? Now, if Lecter had sent ME..."

"Shut up, you, you don't even know what the mission was."

"Did anyone?"

"Bendix, what WERE y'all sent down there for?"

Suddenly Bendix couldn't stand all the stupid questions. "Look, ya idjits, I don't KNOW much more than anyone. All I know is that we went into a cave, and a rancor, ONE rancor, utterly DESTROYED your precious Mordreaux and...others," he choked up a little at his own omission. "Then the Captain's precious Lady made it explode like a big gooey bomb and we came back. Happy?"
He shoved his shoulder roughly into the nearest body, and muscled his way out of the group, clutching his chest. No one moved to stop him; they just stared as he staggered off towards the bridge.

"...Explode?"

"That helpless wee thing make a rancor EXPLODE?"

"Like a bomb! Lecter's Lady is a bomb!" The group laughed at that.

"There's got to be something to that, it's too crazy for a stiff like Ben to fake with a straight face."

"Yeah, I guess. Must be true.

"In that case, it's a good thing you didn't get what you wanted from the Lady Bomb, eh, Champ? She might've blown off your bits and sent you to drink with the other eunuch!"

"Haha, Champ as the new Toady, that's a thought!"

"Eh, SHADDUP."


*****************************************************************************************************************************



When Bendix reached the brig, he found a sore diappointment in the fact that the crushed door still hadn't been replaced. He propped it up in the hole as best he could, then blocked it with boxes. He had a feeling that whatever he was about to do in here, he'd want privacy for it. Then he sat, pulling the datapad swiftly out of his shirt and opening it. He sat for a moment, staring at the blank screen, before typing.

::Bendix here. At the Brig. What the hell are we here for?::
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Re: Pygmalion-Recovery

Postby almighty_smiley on Tue Dec 30, 2008 10:04 am

The screen once again went black as Bendix's question was typed in. It did nothing else, save for host itself to some whirring as Crow's CPU encoded and uploaded the response, pulling the strings of the datapad's foreign mechanics to get the message to the pirate. As with normal datapad's the whirring came to a slow stop as Crow's answer blinked across the datapad's dark screen.

::STATUS ACKNOWLEDGED. BENDIX, YOU ARE REQUIRED TO FEEL AROUND THE WALL TO THE RIGHT OF MY DESK AND MIRROR. TOWARD THE ADJACENT WALL, A PANEL WILL BE INDENTURED INWARD, EXACTLY 3.00 MILLIMETERS BACK FROM THE REST OF THE PANELS. SLIDE THIS PANEL TO THE LEFT. IT STANDS AT 1.8 METERS IN HEIGHT, AND IS MADE OF A 100 % NEURANIUM COMPOSITION. WHEN YOU SEE IT, FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS LAID OUT EARLIER. I WILL ENCODE THEM MOMENTARILY.::

The datapad once again whirred, with Crow's text being wiped from the screen as usual, with another set of Aurebesh replacing it, coming far faster than the message preceding it. After all, it had been displayed there before not too long ago, if unreadable.

::REINSERTION INSTRUCTIONS::

::CLEAN PROCESSOR IF NECESSARY TO ENSURE LACK OF SOFTWARE DAMAGE OR FILE LOSS::

::UPON COMPLETION OF STEP ONE, LOWER CHASSIS CHIP INSERTION MECHANISM AT THE SKULL BASE OF THE CHASSIS::

::ATTACH PROCESSOR TO THE BASE PLATE, AND CONNECT PROCESSOR WITH CORRESPONDING POWER CONNECTORS::

::PUSH BASE PLATE ASSEMBLY BACK INTO SKULL AND AWAIT REBOOT PROCEDURE::
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Re: Pygmalion-Recovery

Postby Kevin on Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:12 pm

"Of course I can talk," came the reply from above. "It's just fun listening to you argue amongst yourself." This statement was followed by a small, high-pitched giggle, a joyous sound of pure mirth. The voice belonged to a young brunette, a girl of no more than seventeen or eighteen years, leaning back in midair as if resting on the branches of an invisible tree. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, one of them bent at the knee, moving back and forth, dangling off the invisible branch. Her hands were clasped together behind her head, her fingers intertwined within her long brown hair, and her bright blue eyes, so filled with an innocence and a naïveté that belied the calculating mind beneath, stared down at the two of them -- the one of them -- glittering with obvious amusement at the banter between them.

A lopsided grin spread across her features as she looked down towards them. "You didn't actually think you could convince
yourself, did you? You should know how hard that is. Once the mind doesn't want to hear something, it simply DOESN'T. Anything to keep from hearing the truth. You locked yourself away quite effectively.. TOO effectively. Those 'fancy armor plates' have done their job far too well.."

The girl leaned her head back, resting it upon the trunk of the imaginary tree and closing her eyes. "You aren't the only one who hasn't gotten a say in the matter here, Nanii. But now things have changed. Now they're off, even for a little while, and things can FINALLY start coming together." She sat back up again, twisting around so both her legs were hanging off the 'branch,' then pushed herself off, landing near them without making a sound. She stood and walked over to Peko -- the girl standing outside the box, in firm denial of who she was -- and locked eyes with her. The crystal blue grew sharper, taking on a definitively serious edge as it met the cloudy gray.

"You think you don't need her," she said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder at the box, "and you may be right.
You can get on just fine without her. But what about the rest, huh? See, I know you. I know that when you make a promise, you keep it. And you DID make a promise. Do you remember what you said? Do you?" She paused to let that sink in, then jabbed a finger at Peko's chest, though she stopped a millimeter away from actually touching her. "Remember that promise, Peko. You can take care of yourself. You might -- might -- be able to take care of Vyra too. But then again, you might not. You REALLY wanna take that risk?"
I have walked among the Angels for 3,000 years. Time has no end, no beginning, no peace.
I wandered the earth, seeking forgiveness for my own crimes against God. I live to see death, destruction, evil over the years.
But the light cannot be the destination. I live in the prison of my own demise.
I am lost in time.


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Re: Pygmalion-Recovery

Postby SomethingDifferent on Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:37 am

She didn't move a muscle as Eliana Shan approached; she only watched, frozen, awe and horror mixed in her expression. She rose her hand compulsively to meet the finger pointed at her, but it was as if there was a barrier; they could never quite touch. Gods, she looked just like herself, all careless good nature and frank, open face. So healthy and warm and pretty. Not at all like last time.
They stood in a silent tableau, for who knows how long. Finally, she spoke out of the corner of her mouth, at the box near them both. "If this is a trick, please stop it."


The girl shook her head. "No trick."

"I don't care. Stop it. This isn't funny. This is, this is just cruel."

"Cruel? What are you talking about, cruel? I miss her. Isn't it a good thing she's here?"

"...I can't hear her." The anguish she heard in her own voice was unbearable. "She's talking. I can see her lips moving. She's right here, alive and whole and talking to me...and I can't hear a word she's saying." She pushed her hands towards Elly's again, but felt nothing. "I can't...we can't even touch."

"Oh." The girl sat back, nonplussed. "Oh. OOOOooohhhh..." She snapped her fingers suddenly. "I should have known. I SHOULD have known."

She glared at the box. "So you ARE doing this, then."

"No, no! I would never! It's just that...well, I'm stuck in here." She poked her finger out of the hole, and gestured as best she could. "She's probably a Force Ghost, and I'm in here and separate. I think if I let me out, I'd hear her voice clear as my own. Or at least, that's my guess."

"So I can't hear her because I'm not Force-sensitive."

"No. I can't hear her because I'm REJECTING the Force entirely. I can hear her just fine in here."

She frowned turned back to face Elly again, taking in that familiar face. Her lips had stopped moving, and she was looking at her almost expectantly. She mouthed the words <<I'm sorry>> silently.

"Tell me what she's saying. Please."


The girl spoke gently. "She agrees with me. She knows I'm strong, that I can take care of myself. She's very proud."

She didn't trust herself to smile at that.

"But she knows about Vyra. That she's here. And she heard the promise I made all that time ago. She's asking me if I really think I can keep it without me. She knows the stakes of my position, Nanii. The Pygmalion is a dengerous place with Lecter in charge....can I really protect Vyra like this? That's what she wants to know."

That again. She sighed. It was just like Elly to side with Na'an, even against herself. " I haven't spent three years keeping her location a secret just for kicks. I know the stakes."

"And yet you won't open the box."

"I can protect her without you. You're as dangerous as Lecter."

"Not for the Family."

"What about Formidonis?" That name stuck in her throat horribly.

The girl sat back, frustrated. "That was different and I know it. Now TRY to see reason." She pressed her face to the box. "I can help me."

"Help."

"Yes, help." The girl's voice was low, and oddly hypnotic. "I've been trained to know enough about how the Force works and how it's used. And more importantly, what happens when it's not used. And I haven't used it, not once, in nearly three years. My blood is full to bursting with repressed Force power, Na'an. Every cell is thrumming with it. In this box, this tiny, dark, inCREDibly cramped box, is an almost unimaginable amount of power."

"..."

The girl grinned. For once, there was no witty response, which had to be a good sign. "Lecter is strong. He's got the men, and his Force sensitivity oppresses any dissenters. I have to hide from him just to survive. But with what's in this box? He'd be nothing. I'd beat him without even trying. CRUSH him. DESTROY HIM. Make him PAY for what he did. I know how appealing that sounds. Berlin would be free, and Vyra beyond any harm, and you'd have your vengeance and hers, with hardly any effort at all."
The girl was sure Elly would not approve of this tactic, but she knew herself. SHE would listen. "It would be so, so easy."

She swayed. "Easy?"

"Yeah. All you'd have to do is remove the armor, and open the box. Let me out, Nanii dearest, and I'd give you everything." The girl paused. "In fact, if you did it now, it'd be even easier. Your armor plates are already off, after all. Just one little touch."

She seemed not to hear those words for a moment or two. Her reaction to them was late--but surprisingly strong. "WHAT?" She broke away from Elly, gripping her arms, then legs in a searching moment. "What do you MEAN, they're off?! They can't be off, what do you MEAN they're off!!"

"Well, yeah. It's hard to perform life-saving surgery in armor. But that wouldn't be a problem with me."

"No. NO! You don't understand!" She grew panicked, forgetting the box and its inhabitant, forgetting the spell of near-complete tempation, forgetting even the untouchable spirit at her side. "I have to wake up. I can't be out without those on, I'm exposed and if you're right it's too close to be safe! I have to wake UP!" She looked around wildly, looking for something, anything that she could use to wake herself.

"Na'an, you're getting hysterical. Calm down."

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP!! I can't be lying down now, I can't be exposed! I have to WAKE UP NOW!!!" Her vision blurred to white in her panic. Elly's features, now concerned, faded out of view, the box disappeared, all she could see was blinding white everywhere, fading to grey, fading to black...



Peko's eyes opened to a Wookie in a bloodstained smock.
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