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[Rbatt]

Rbatt's consciousness was slipping, he wasn't sure how, but he was now laying beneath his own ship. The haze and blur of life around him flashing in bursts of colours not unfamiliar to him. In the distance a proton torpedo exploded, the other side must have had a clear shot and fired it ahead.. Oh Kriff!.. Rbatt remembered the starboard side torpedo had lodged itself in the ground just outside the ship. His new found location offered an opportunity... the only opportunity he had, for survival. Reaching out he activated the deflector screen shields of his ship, the whur and gentle hum of them coming online and creating a bubble around the ship that ended only feet before where the as of yet unexploded ordinance lay lodged in the ground..

His timing was near perfect, less than a couple seconds after the protective shielding went up the torpedo activated, rocking the ground below them and hammering the shields as such a close range. The shields would bear the brunt of it, before popping, sending a shockwave to the ship, and pushing it over to lay on its wing, one of the landing gears still touching sand resulting in the ship at a cock eyed slant..

Rbatt and Kayden had been just low enough under the protection of Rbatt's ship to be spared, though perhaps only for a moment, a pair of proton torpedoes going off in the middle of a desert was sure to be noticed, even in such a desolate place as this.

Kayden's voice inquiring about his potential of offspring snapped Rbatt back to his current situation, and the unfortunate truth that saving himself had resulted in saving the Sith as well...

Laying on his back Rbatt noticed the Sith laying beside him, one hand on Rbatt's chest like a pair of lovers settling in for the night, if Kayden wished for his hair to be played with he would find himself wanting as Rbatt's arm had most likely been incinerated outside in the blast field.

He had little energy left, his antics in the force coupled with having sustained major injuries, he simply lay there, looking up and over into Kayden's eyes as the psychopath droned on seemingly unendingly.

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Before his partner could answer, the ship was rocked in this concert of violent vibrant lights. The pair of men rolled over one another with the wind as the ship flipped onto its wing. “WE’RE FLYING!” Kayden cackled toward thunder’s crackle.

The Sith landed on the Jedi, or whoever either of them were, a hand on the latter’s chest. His other one patted the Tusken on the head. “Darling,” he gently expressed. “Could you be the one?” Caught his breath. “Let me love you.” The way you loved me, Kayden? Before you scorched my knees? Kissed the Tusken on the cheek.

“Oh no…” Kayden bit his lip. “This one is slipping into unconsciousness…” Yes. He may yet fall asleep. “And he didn’t even answer my question…” Kayden sighed, staring into the distance.

“I have children. Somewhere out there. A few in my ship. My Silence. They are silent." He pouted. "The way you speak, my friend, that whole grunting thing—Arrrg aarrarrrhh Aarraaaagg Aarrraannaa aaaaarrggg!—reminds me of them.”

Lying beside him, Kayden grazes the Tusken’s shrouded countenance with a lone finger. “Granted, they don’t talk much.” How can they when they have no tongues? “One of them screamed so loudly after burning his hand on the stove.”

He propped himself on his elbows, lying on his back, in darkness once again after the end of the fireworks. Hand dips into pocket, pulls out a flip-lighter, silver casing, image of a grinning loth-cat, ignites it. “He sounded like a fucking cow.”

The flame gazed back at Kayden, told him a million things in one moment, like how the ships in this ocean of wailing and silence would one day be broken.

That the stars would bleed and burn out, for they bespoke the end, and blood would drown the seas, for the universe would be remade, and from the grave would come one woman, one man, to reshape the galaxy by the solar system and the grain of sand. And fuck you, Anakin.

“An onion ring. That circle so round. All a man has to do is peel off the batter, get to the sweet, sharp, pungent plant beneath." He closed the flame. This is not the way. “You know, some folks worship onions. Believe their concentric rings to symbolize eternal life, even burying their kings and queens with these veggies. Both sacred and profane, to ward off evil spirits, or alleviate ailments.”

Was his best friend in this whole universe even listening? We sense he is on the verge of falling asleep. Unacceptable. Agreed. Can we please eat some onion rings?

“Did I ever tell you about this one Yautkan on Endor?” Kayden wasn’t even sure. “He was already deceased when I removed his arms and legs.”

The memory took him back to Cheriss the Champion. A pretty thing. Another Sith to play with, work together, cooperating if taunting one another, though Kayden had yet to bed her.

“You, however, will not be.” The Tusken would also not be allowed to fall asleep. Force Healing, wasn’t that a beautiful thing? Yet it was restricted to the servants of the light side. The dark side, however, had a power called Dark Transfer or something, and there was a reason that Kayden was familiar with it.

He could inflict pain with Inflict Pain or the blade, having spent days feeding on the suffering of others, so at some point he had employed the Force to preserve his victims, his subjects, alive.

He could not raise the dead just yet (that was more Dr. Sawin’s experience with AMS) but he could heal someone on the brink of death. Or unconsciousness.

“Don’t sleep yet,” Kayden commanded, standing. He clipped one of the Jedi’s hilts to his belt, freeing his hand, extending it toward the Tusken. Lightning curled around his fingers as he focused on Brian’s weakness to keep him awake. “I have more to say.”

His other hand gripped the Jedi’s second hilt, the Sith’s own still in the distance, but no matter. A blue blade hissed. “I wonder what Yoda would think about one of his beautiful blue hues being used for what I am about to do.”

It took focus, effort, drawing on his reserves to keep the Tusken conscious. Kayden wasn’t Palpatine by any means. He was no Plagueis. Yet he only needed a few moments for shatterpoints. Break him. A voice demanded. “You familiar with the fate of Anakin Skywalker?” Kayden beckoned with a grin.

He swung his weapon. The blue blade cut through the Tusken’s other arm at the elbow. There goes the donut. “Do you have any children?” Another swing. There goes one leg separated at the knee. Scream. “I’d be delighted to meet them.” Again. There goes the other leg. The Tusken would be left with four stumps of which he might flap like a fucking fish.

@Mad Dog

 

[Rbatt]

Kayden's psychotic game with Rbatt was probably minutes, but his head rush and the teeter toddering between consciousness and blackness made his concept of time skewed.

Don't sleep yet! Kayden's voice snapped Rbatt back for a moment before he started bring up long dead famous jedi, it's not too late.. Rbatt struggled to say, his barking sounds barely leaving his mouth, You can still come to the light as Anakin did.. he added in weakly.

In a moment of clarity Rbatt recognized the snapping and hissing of his own saber activating, it's brilliant blue light filling the darkness around them, then suddenly.. his arm felt warm and then numb, his legs following suit one after the other, the phantom limbs sending pins and needles up the stumps that remained.

Rbatt would not scream out, or cry for help. Most of his body was numb as his system started to go into shock..

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

A pity.
Agreed.
No scream?
Doesn’t bleed…

That was always the problem with lightsabers in Kayden’s opinion. They cauterized the wound on impact. There wasn’t really any blood. Oh, sure, he liked to set things on fire, don’t get him wrong, but when you remove a limb from a body, shouldn’t there be a stream of victory?

A current, like in the space time continuum, to remind you that you are alive, and so is your victim? For the moment. Until they die. Liquid. Red. Blue. Green. Whatever. Depended on the species. The point is, blood was a trail, a path, a river for the victor, symbolizing life leaving one person and flowing into another.

After all…isn’t that why Kayden did this!?
“You remind me of a broken mannequin.”
Oh you LOVE it. You DREAM and LIVE for it.
That PRETTY THING called KILL and BLEED.

PAIN. MAIM. SLAY.

“Isn’t it interesting…Brian?” Kayden queried, gazing down at that Tusken with his nubs, his stumps, his burned and blackened bumps where arms and legs once were. “If that’s even your name to begin with…”

RAGE. HATE. FLAY.

But emotions were some other Sith’s game. Kayden’s own were rather limited in spectrum.
“I’m gonna make you wish you had an audience with Darth Raze after this.”
Impossible. He’s busy burning and butchering. Has no time for appointments.

In the past tense? Yes. Because this occasion on Tatooine and Tusken engagement is dated back to when Kayden still had his own face and not that pallid countenance, BABY!

“My own little baby fish…” Kayden lifted his hand, and the amputated freak lifted with it. “Can you see it?” Lightsaber disengaged, put away, fingers jerk, tug the Tusken’s hat off his head. “Want to be pretty?”

It was a question with only one answer as Kayden made his victim, his friend, wish he was dead.

I won’t give up on you. I know you’re worth it.
There’s something special about you on the surface.
The voices were endless within Kayden Skyler’s head.
Like an infinite rush of blood. Flowing. Needing to be fed.

“I’ll make the cut fast. Just close your eyes and think of our children...”
Kayden promised. Watch it DRIP and DANCE in the SHIT and the PISS.
Brian would feel his face burn bright, sizzle and bubble, like his limbs.
Suspiciously missing, that is. Moments later and there goes his skin.

Ripped from his face, peeled away like paper, leaving the face so naked.
It is…most exquisite. “I think my friend is slipping into unconsciousness...”
Although maybe Brian is just finally screaming? He wouldn’t be dead yet.
If he fainted, he would be awakened, for Brian now belonged to Kayden.

KAYDENNN. A voice beckoned. His sister’s. He didn’t listen. He needed this.
He needed to peel back the batter of the onion ring in order to simply live.
To flay the skin, to do to the galaxy what he did to his victims, and free her.
Not his twin, that bitch, but Lady Darkness herself...Kayden Skyler’s lover.

@Mad Dog

 

[Rbatt]

Rbatt's lack of screaming up until this point hadn't been an act of stubbornness, he had simply been separated from his worldly feelings... but this... this was different entirely.. Kayden had begun peeling Rbatt's face from his skull, he felt the blade slip into his skin and the prying start, to this Rbatt screamed out his guttural voice echoing off the usually blunting sand. Terror, fear, pain... all of these things flowed through and then out of Rbatt as he screamed, writhing in pain.

This whole situation had been disarming... and made abundantly clear just moments before now, his opponent had a significant leg up on Rbatt, two in fact..

It would take everything, every bit of energy and focused Rbatt could scoop from the bottom of his barrel, all four of his stumps swung at his attacker, and he begged, pleaded with the force to push him off.. and the force answered, if only a little bit, jetting his attacker off of him and pushing him backward from Rbatt. As a result, Rbatt fell to the ground, in a flop on the sand, unmoving, but still breathing in gasps from what was left of his nose and mouth.

He could feel the pull of the living force, soft and warm, though stuck he felt, as if there was still something anchoring him to his mangled body, his only wish at this point was to be freed of it..

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Ah, there it is, Kayden.
Yes. It is our moment.
WE HAVE WANTED.
WE HAVE WAITED.

So spoke the voices in Kayden’s head. He knew they were inside him. Hiding. Yet they could not remain hidden. They were his. He made them. They were his victims, except for his sister. They were the screams of the dying and the dead.

EXCEPT FOR ME.

Scream.

Someone did. He flapped like a fish. Thrashed, squirming and squealing, actually managing to push his attacker backward amid the latter’s laughter. “BUDDYYYYYY!!”

Brian, the Tusken, was on the sand, on his back, looking up at the stars in the darkness of this night that would prove to be endless, like time when it was upside down in that circle. SO. FUCKING. ROUND.

“Looks like you took a tumble,” Kayden tilted his head, observing the creature beneath him. “What happened, buddy? Did somebody take your arms and legs? Were you attacked by a rancor?” He had heard of such encounters before. Vicious sons of whores, those things. Yes.

WE AGREE.

“Huh?” Sometimes, Kayden had to admit, it sounded like the voices were coming from outside of his being.

He checked his presence, looked around the perimeter, saw no speaker. He cannot leave. Truly.

Remember me, Kayden, starving me in your brig after promising to feed me your children?

Or when you lied to me about that killing spree you would take me on but never did!?

“It isn’t personal, Brian.” Kayden reassured his partner. “Someone has to win and someone has to lose.” His hand moved, and the Tusken would feel the stumps he called arms and legs erupt with a vengeance. For they were set on fire, a controlled flame to scorch whatever nerve endings he had left but not spread, thanks to the Force’s pyrokinesis. “I don’t make the rules.”

Hopefully Brian had learned his lesson about retaliation. It wasn’t permitted. He had to just take this. Or lose consciousness. In the end, his freedom would be a chamber inside Kayden’s ship, to hang on a wall inside Silence, like a living painting, both alive and dead, and his release would be in his screams.

“Let me sell you a dream…”

@Mad Dog

 

[Rbatt]

Rbatt had bought himself a momentary reprieve from the torture, but with little else to offer he was not able to make it last, as his enemy once again set upping him, the ends of his limbs set alight with fire and pain, searing pain.. Rbatt would scream out and cry and beg, his barking voice not translating in his attackers head, leaving his pleas on deaf ears.

Rbatt would fall limp, but stay conscious, his body quitting on him but not letting him go just yet. Weak and interrupted breaths would escape Rbatt every few seconds in the form of gasps. It wouldn't be long now.. he would join the light..

@Die Shize

 

[Kayden Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Listen to this one. So Kayden did. He heard the screams of the flapping fish that could not swim. The bird that couldn’t fly. The screams from its beak. It is as loud as a fucking cow.

The same way one hears the rush of water, the rustling of leaves, the arctic wind, while eating and drinking, gaining nourishment. And why should a meal not be delicious?

We cannot take him with us, Kayden.
Why not?
Remember, honey, he has a message.
Ah. I forgot.

So much for more decoration to line the walls of the hull of Silence. This little lonely voice would not find company among the denizens of other paintings and sculptures, of tapestries of skin stretched like fine fabric—or suspiciously missing.

“Louder.”

So the flames spread. Up from the stumps. To the hips. To the armpits. Engulfing Brian’s body in a heartbeat. Yes, the Tusken would join the light. Bright as firelight!

The only part of his body spared most of the torment was his head, with his broken face, severed, skin shed, replaced with naked flesh. Naked. Yes. Kayden knew what that meant. Without the voices, he was voiceless, empty, bereft of feeling. Give me…more…

So the Tusken would roar. And Kayden would be fed. His torturer. His murderer. His best friend. Then the flames would end at the face, like the snap of a lighter lid, and what would be left was something reminiscent of Anakin on Mustafar, with no legs, no arms, just a slab of burnt jerky.

It’s going into shock, Kayden!
“Stay awake!” Fingers splayed.
Crimson ticklin’ fingertips! Lightning.
Healing with darkness. “STAY WITH ME!”

A moment to buy a few moments more. Yet even a Sith’s power was not limitless. This one was no different. If he kept this up then he would get exhausted. So he stood, he breathed, he let the charred slab of meat called a Tusken regain his strength.

“You’re hurt!” Kayden gasped. “Someone clipped your wings… But you still have two on your ship.” With that, he lifted his hand, levitated the Tusken, somehow still conscious, and raised his other hand. Faces aligned. Eyes into eyes.

“The dark side…” Kayden licked his lips. “You feed it, it feeds you… To survive…you have to...leech the wounds…”

He snapped his fingers. Heard a snap. That was Brian’s jaw dropping, dislodging from sockets, mouth wide open. Another instant, cheekbones broken. His face all but swallowed itself, hollow, as his eyes pop out, with rivulets of blood flowing from two black holes for oceans.

That was the end of the Tusken, but not yet. Kayden straightened the ship, gently set Brian into the cockpit, the ship already alive thanks to its pilot. Now it was set on autopilot, into the vast expanse, distress beacon activated for any ship that finds it, with a single message: ‘The Sith are coming’.

“Rest in peace, my friend.” Kayden waved goodbye. The Tusken and his ship breached the atmosphere the next moment. “We will meet again...in this life or the next...” He sighed.

“How could you do this!?” Said a Lemon.
“You’re a MONSTER!” Said a Quin (Lin?).
Kayden looked left, looked right.
Sometimes the voices are alive.

The mask is slipping... Kayden's fingers graze his face, squeeze an ear, peel back the skin, including the wig, for time was fluid. What was left was grey flesh. A poor prosthetic. No need to hide your true image.

His eyes were dry. So he pried out the colored contacts. You are your own mirror, Skyler. And he gazed into darkness, into Darkness, with an eye that was his, and an eye that was not his, for they were gone, and he was lost, forgotten, if somehow...found...

He looked around. A dead campfire. Two arms and two legs. He flipped his lighter. Blew through his lips. Watched as flames consumed the limbs that were left of Brian the Tusken. Then he marched into the dark, whistling to a tune.

Jeepers Creepers. Where’d you get those peepers? Jeepers Creepers. Where’d you get those eyes?

[END THREAD]

@Mad Dog

 

[Rbatt]

Rbatt wouldn't comprehend much of what was happening, his body filled with odd mixtures of inflicted pain, then healing, then pressure and more pain. Parts of his lobbed off, and stumps burned.. this was torture no doubt, the hands of a Sith were never clean, their minds the same...

He would no longer be breathing before he was lugged into the cockpit of his ship, the coordinates set at random and the ship took off. His attacker becoming a speck in the rear view...

Separated from his body, Rbatt's consciousness flew through the galaxy, faster than any hyperdrive could possibly carry. Though he was without a body, he felt the light on his face, and the pain of his life melt away...

[EXIT THREAD]
[Deceased]
[Join the light]