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[Trin]

Trin felt the vibrations from her saber as it cut through something solid. Had she done it? Had she killed the bastard? A loud clink of metal hitting the floor negated her assumption. She has sliced through some unsuspecting piece of docking equipment. God Dammit! She mentally cursed, kicking the piece of whatever it was that had fallen to the floor away from her. It was in that moment, that she realized her energy was now drained. She could feel her breath quicken into near wheezy gasps, as the exhaustion gradually became more and more apparent to her. It had been nearly 4 years since she had used her force rage, and until now she had completely forgotten how much it took out of her to sustain the darkside power.

The male’s voice then filled the blackness of the hanger, explaining that she had gone after his doppelganger, and not himself. Brilliant, just bloody brilliant! Her last bit of energy was mustered out only to kill a piece of sh!tty equipment. She hadn’t even come close to hitting him! And here she was, left without strength, without hope, without a chance. The reality of the situation was finally beginning to sink in, she would die here, the raspy breaths she took in would definitely be her last, there was no more fighting as she had no more energy to fight with. She had failed her objective, failed herself, and failed at life. What did she have to show for her 25 years of living? An army of Sith idiots? No, they weren’t even hers, she had fallen into the leadership position undeserving of the title. So she had decapitated the last guy in charge, it wasn’t all that difficult seeing as she did it while he was unconscious. But all that was beside the point, she had absolutely nothing to show for her brief existence. She would die, and be forgotten. She would be erased.

Two searing hot saber blades brought her out of her ‘bout of self-pity, making her gasp in surprise. The pair had seemingly come out of thin air, and were now very close to each side of her neck. The heat of the sabers burnt through her collar and into her pale flesh, but she did not cry out, pain was irrelevant. The person who she assumed to be the owner of the blades then spoke in threatening tones, which made her smirk.
“Heh, what a loyal little Kath hound you are. Your master must feed you better than the rest.” She said weakly. Soon after her comment her legs gave out, and she dropped to her knee’s, hard. This was it, her demise was near.

[chucknorrishater]

Swiftly as she dropped, he brought his saber down through the tip of each shoulder in a swift elegant motion, and the searing hot sabers cut into her shoulders, disabling her arms until she recieves medical attention. "I will not kill you with out the Lord's permission." he said, as he disignited his sabers. He then sent a powerfull kick to the back of her head, knocking her unconcious. Using the force, he contacted Del'Vach and said, "Milord, I have disarmed her, and knocked her out, "What do you wish me to do with her?" He then awaited the answer from the dark lord.

[Del'Vach]

Del closed his eyes and took a few steps forward walking toward Trin. "Valdrin!" Del opened his eyes and raised one hand sending the sith assassin flying into the other end of the hanger. "What made you think you could attack her when she had fallen!" Del pushed Valdrin again making an indent into the wall of the ship. Del turned and let his hand drop "Mistress Trin...." Del reached down picking her up and he slowly started carrying her toward the large ship. "Tram prepare the med-bay now." Del commanded Tram through the force as he rushed down the corridors of the ship Trin unconscious in his arms.

[chucknorrishater]

Valdrin stumbles up dizzy a few moments later. "Milord, you wanted me to risk her regaining her power, and attacking again?", he said via the force. "I was not willing to risk that, however I will make sure next time I will be sure of the extent of harm I am able to put on." He then sits back and rubs his head, and uses force speed to catch up with Del'vach, and limping slightly.


Tram tells Del'Vach with the force "Right away sir." Tram yells for the captain. "Captain, prepare the med bay immediatley!" "Get the medic droids ready aswell." Tram then yells to the co piolit, "Get this ship connected to Del'Vach' ship immideiatly!" Soon the massive ship pulls along side Del'Vachs, and a tube extends to his ship. The Kolto tanks are prepared and ready for use, and the medic droids are online, with all there insturments out and ready for Del'Vach's arrival.

[Trin]

OOC: WHAT THE HELL?! You stupid littl f*ck, you can't just cut my characters arms off. Thats powereplaying to the maximum..

admin said:

1. ABSOLUTELY NO GODMODING or POWERPLAYING!!

[chucknorrishater]

OOC: my bad my stupid ass bro (Jar'Kail) told me you dont need to ask if you can maim people, we can void it if you want, and do something else instead....and u can calm down a little cybernetics exist, but i should have asked first...now i know.

[Trin]

OOC: *sigh* Ah well, lets just say that Trin managed to avoid getting her limbs chopped off hmm? If you desire, I guess your guy could have impaled both of her shoulders with his lightsabers. That would have the same disarming effect just not nearly as drastic and permanent. Hey, I know cybernetics exist.. But they are worthless, the prosthetics would hinder some of her force powers, not to mention make her slower. I mean just look at vader.. He’s as slow as a Gammoreans wit >_<

[chucknorrishater]

OOC: impaling shoulders work, and lolz, and i just remembered some force powers donr work with cybernetics

[chucknorrishater]

OOC: there fixed it

[Del'Vach]

Del walked into the med bay setting Trin down on to a large medical bed. Droids rushed around her mending to her woulds with kolto.
"Now Valdrin After you clean yourself up I need you to do a mission for me." Del typed several things into a data pad and set it down.



-Data Pad-
"Valdrin ten years ago there was a mother and her child who managed to escape Korriban. Due to visions I have seen there is a need to find this boy. Make haste and try not to hurt him too badly.
After the message was a string of coordinates to A cantina on Tatooine.

[chucknorrishater]

Valdrin sits down on a bed, and a droid approches him. The droid then scans to find his injuries, and a needle extends from thr droids hand. It then sticks him in several places where his bones have been broken, and injects kolto. Valdrin waits for about an hour for the Kolto to heal himself up. He then heads for the hanger, and hops into a fighter and heads to the coordinates.

[Trin]

The hum of a energy field brought Trin’s face down form to consciousness, her eyes slowly opened to view the metal floor that her head now rested on. She had been unconscious two hours in her uninvited slumber and within that time she was thrown into the brig of Del’s ship. Sliding her head foreword her eyes came to look upon the see-through energy wall of her new chambers. Where am I? Thought Trin groggily, as she rubbed the sore spot on the back of her head. Oh yeah.. The memories of the past two hours came flooding back to her and she grimaced. But why were her wounds mended? Why wasn’t she dead? Wasn’t her death what Del wanted? Perhaps not.. Perhaps he wanted anther loyal Kath Hound to add to his ranks. Fat chance of that happening, she’d choose death before she’d ever become someone’s slave…

“Argh..” She moaned as she brought herself into a cross-legged sitting position. For the moment she’d just have to wait for her questions to be answered, as no one was there to enlighten her.

[Del'Vach]

Del walked into the brig slowly and looked toward Trin. "I'm sorry Mistress Trin your room is being prepared as we speak." He smiled and sat down on the floor near her cell. "Now I do have a few questions for you, as you may have imagined. First off I need to ask if you recall a sith knight under your rule by the name of Vias Delrus?" Looking at Trin slightly puzzled Del waited for a response from the dark lord.

[Trin]

Luckily Trin didn’t have to wait very long before she felt the presents of a powerful force user nearing in her direction. A few more seconds passed and finally the doors swished open to reveal the darklord himself striding in. As soon as the man was in seeing range she shot him a venomous glare, probably one similar to the glare of a tiger that was just captured from the wild. Not much good it did her though, it seemed that he really didn’t catch it.

She watched as Del sat and began babbling something out.. Wait did he just say my room is being prepared? She thought skeptically to herself. Definitely not, must have been hearing things. Perhaps it was all the buzzing from this damned cell. But her thoughts didn’t linger on it for more than a second, seeing as briefing her on her room status wasn’t all the male Sith wanted to say.

“Vias Delrus… Sorry, the name doesn’t ring a bell..” She answered in a bored tone then added a bit more aggressively: “There I answered one of your questions, so now why don’t you answer one of my own.. Why didn’t you kill me? Surely not for that bit of information you just inquired about..”

[Del'Vach]

"Hmm perhaps not for that question but more for you." Del smirked and stood up walking toward the door and he repeated what he had said earlier "Your room will be prepared shortly Mistress Trin."

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