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Alone in the darkness of one of his enclosed private antechambers, a massive sentient heap of fat as black as the void turned over a heavy Sith tome in a flabby little hand, then blinked enormous self-luminous cyan eyes and turned to pick up a Force-boosting Sith artifact that looked remarkably akin to a slave collar. Flexing his tail, the mighty Hutt fingered the item with near reverence, then turned to a old hand written Jedi treatise carefully preserved and re-transcribed/inked every few hundred years.
They were some of the strange Hutt's fascinations well before he ever had a means to use them and treasures that would be worth fortunes to those who actually could.
Jemmbha plotted alone in the ultraviolet darkness with a avid smile stretched across his face. He knew as much or more about the girl being returned to him as the Jedi had, and had been informed of her current state of affairs by the Med Droid via comlink. It was he that had sent pirates, mercenaries, and bounty hunters to retrieve her for him as surreptitiously as he could. It was he that had spied on her since the day she was liberated and he that began moving to get her back from the day she was expelled.
The smile sloooooooowly rolled into a dark grin as he devised a machination that would both serve and please him greatly, and make far, far more use out of her than as a simple slave. Oh, yes- he thought, observing a strange needler that Xim the Despot had once intended to give to the Jedi Order before Kossak the Hutt crushed him. Far greater uses.
If after the many thousands of years the intended bioweapon still worked somehow, it would simply render the Hutt in question vulnerable to Force powers, but such alone with the texts and devices he intended to graft his slave into would make her a formidable weapon for his own advancement and power. Particularly- and of course that was the most delicious part- because she was an Empath and reached to the minds and emotions of others by nature without even having to try. The amnesia and pregnancy would simply play her further into his desires and power, and then he would show her how to use her own.
It was a thought that made the Hutt quite pleased.
They were some of the strange Hutt's fascinations well before he ever had a means to use them and treasures that would be worth fortunes to those who actually could.
Jemmbha plotted alone in the ultraviolet darkness with a avid smile stretched across his face. He knew as much or more about the girl being returned to him as the Jedi had, and had been informed of her current state of affairs by the Med Droid via comlink. It was he that had sent pirates, mercenaries, and bounty hunters to retrieve her for him as surreptitiously as he could. It was he that had spied on her since the day she was liberated and he that began moving to get her back from the day she was expelled.
The smile sloooooooowly rolled into a dark grin as he devised a machination that would both serve and please him greatly, and make far, far more use out of her than as a simple slave. Oh, yes- he thought, observing a strange needler that Xim the Despot had once intended to give to the Jedi Order before Kossak the Hutt crushed him. Far greater uses.
If after the many thousands of years the intended bioweapon still worked somehow, it would simply render the Hutt in question vulnerable to Force powers, but such alone with the texts and devices he intended to graft his slave into would make her a formidable weapon for his own advancement and power. Particularly- and of course that was the most delicious part- because she was an Empath and reached to the minds and emotions of others by nature without even having to try. The amnesia and pregnancy would simply play her further into his desires and power, and then he would show her how to use her own.
It was a thought that made the Hutt quite pleased.
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To Repair the Broken
Trailing her fingers over the dusty hard wood counter top, the heart inside her expanded, swelling full of regrets, of anger, and of sorrow. Tears brimmed her eyes before cascading down her cheeks like small waterfalls, never ending as the rain kept falling from her eyes.
Her fingers picked up chunks of dust upon those small ravines on the pads, dirtying her once pure body, just as the memories soiled her peace of mind. To breathe in the musky air was to inhale poisonous gasses from the past.
She took three steps farther into the room, away from the counter, before she sank down to her knees, surveying the sight before her eye
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Death?
In the end I will not run
I will embrace it with open arms
For that is all you can do
Sure some may be sad
But you must always think about yourself first
Otherwise you will become corrupted
Lost
Your end will come quicker and no one would notice
So In the end I will not run
I will embrace it for that is all I can do
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Hospital oddities
i. ask your housekeeper if you require fresh fruit
ii. give me the words but not the pain;
give me the warmth of the fire without the flames
the future might change but the past stays the same
give me a life without any grief
give me hope without the need for blind belief
the past might change but the future stays the same?
iii. i don’t believe in the scars that I’ve got
or the spaces between.
there was once a whole person there.
i outgrew her aged four.
iv. water is a vegetarian option
(as is milk)
v. i am on my own
(i am always gonna be this way)
vi. we’re all angels here
(no love ,we’re all insane)
vii. did
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I'm done for today.
The story?
No, that's not fully narratized yet.
BUT! Jemmbha DID something! My goal for today is done.
This, again (or not again. I don't think the author's note actually survived. ._.), is before most of the latter stories in the RP. Before Jakaan met Yillani or even Serue. Back before the twins were born. To re-emphasize, this be a history bit, not a new preggers.
Keiran, due to events of this segment of the RP which shall be uncompiled later, cannot actually make Lyssia have kids again
co-played/wrote this with several of her characters and was also the one to archive, and donate, this set of stories. Should only be a few more now.
A: [link]
B: [link]
C: [link]
D: [link]
E: [link]
F: [link]
G: [link]
H: [link]
I: [link]
J: [link]
K: [link]
The story?
No, that's not fully narratized yet.
BUT! Jemmbha DID something! My goal for today is done.
This, again (or not again. I don't think the author's note actually survived. ._.), is before most of the latter stories in the RP. Before Jakaan met Yillani or even Serue. Back before the twins were born. To re-emphasize, this be a history bit, not a new preggers.
Keiran, due to events of this segment of the RP which shall be uncompiled later, cannot actually make Lyssia have kids again
co-played/wrote this with several of her characters and was also the one to archive, and donate, this set of stories. Should only be a few more now.A: [link]
B: [link]
C: [link]
D: [link]
E: [link]
F: [link]
G: [link]
H: [link]
I: [link]
J: [link]
K: [link]
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Sloooooooowly, huh? 