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SW- Kidnapped, pt G

Deviation Actions

Published: Oct 31, 2011

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Space warped and bent for a moment before the small landing craft emerged. The matte-painted modified Theta-Class shuttle slowly slid into position as a docking and refueling module prepared to receive it. A labyrinth of twisted shapes in a city built on a planetoid asteroid loomed up for a moment before the shuttle elegantly plunged down and landed slowly vertically in the docking hatch.

Pistons engaged and steam emerged before the landing ramp slid down. Arron, rifle unslung and loaded, unlocked Lyssia's room. "C'mon, girl.  Time for you to come with us."

Lyssia quietly sighed, got up, and followed the armored man, afraid but unwilling to show it. They spared her the indignity of chaining or cuffing her, instead tailing at a distance with their weapons in clear view and with clear shots ready. The port security met them and joined the moving group as they went straight for the Hutt's base of operations.

The Nikto Mercenary tailed them, out of snarky comments. He tried to intimidate still, but the surroundings and grim silence of the others stole his momentum. "Time to meet the Biiig boss."

Jemmbha returned to his ornate dias at the sound of footsteps. His aide-de-camp, a singularly large human Nightsister, muttered hurriedly about his 'package' being delivered momentarily and then scurried back to the experiments he ordered of her. Jemmbha had always taken an interest in the Force. Unfortunately, his Force Sensitive ally was incapable of what he wanted, though useful for other endeavors.

His slave, however, he knew would not share the same limitation. It was based entirely on her intrinsic specialty, after all- she was an Empath. When he was alone and ordered with his black hands folded over his massive gut he half-closed his glowing eyes and watched his visitors carefully, then put on a show of widening the blue orbs and visibly recognizing Lyssia. A basso voice gave the expected laugh. "Hohohohooo..."

Lyssia quailed at the laugh, shrinking back. None of the men around would help her, though, even the more compassionate of them. There was no comfort for her reasonable fear.

Arron folded his arms around his durasteel plating and spoke up for his Captain. "We going to get our payment now, Jemmbha?"

Jemmbha replied in fluent Basic, again showing himself uncharacteristic of the Hutt race, who generally even if so would not condescend to leave their native tongue for the benefit of lesser races. "In a moment, Arron Quio, you will receive your payment, as will you all. But first I need a word with the girl; the droid has told me of... developments."

The strange being offered what might, on a different being, have actually been a benevolent smile and instead proved a cruel gash of malice. "I assume you know that there is... extra payment... for you in store for it?"

The young woman shuddered. Lyssia's skin crawled at the smile, feeling very much like she was in for a great deal of unpleasantness in the not-too-distant future. She couldn't even manage to vocalize a protestation of her treatment thus far at the moment, though.

Arron tilted his head. "There were some developments - and the pay'd better be good."

Jemmbha waved a hand. "You have seen many forms of currency and treachery. I assure you it'll be far different than you can imagine even with your considerable experience. And far better."

He slithered to a door to an antechamber and made an ushering come hither gesture, more physically active by a good deal than his fat or reputation or species would indicate. Perfectly honest and frankly, he acknowledged, "But I want a word with the girl alone. The official pay is waiting just outside this chamber. Your bonus will come when I am done."

The mercenaries and bounty hunters exchanged concerned looks for a moment, but the palace guards, while unseen, were bound to be nearby. And the port security force was of course directly behind them, also with weapons out and ready. They had no choice but to abide the wait and strange offer.

Lyssia tried to shy away from the Hutt's touch, going to the door mostly under her own power, and glanced over her shoulder at Arron once before going through the door. It sealed behind her magnetically tighter than a hermetic seal. Heavy alloys coated it and it felt rather as cold against her back as the chill air of the dark room. She could barely see the Hutt, and even then only by his bulk and eyes. She finally managed a stammering, demanding, desperate query. "Wh-what do you want?"

Jemmbha put down the book he had picked up while waiting and blinked. The loss of light drove her fumbling closer to him before he reopened the blue beacons in the mounds of flesh that were his face. "The rough boys out there scared you, little one. They called you "slave". Probably made you think I was going to eat you."

The Hutt laughed vigorously and gestured at himself. "Not that I could blame you for intimidation. Mighty Hutts have trembled before me. A lost little human girl without her memories doing the same only makes sense."

After carefully replacing his treasured object he came closer and patted her, ignoring her attempt to flinch away and cringe. He was warmer than his greasy wormlike fat would indicate, and gentler than anything would have lead her to believe. "What do I want? First, I wanted you back; I hate losing my... assets. Second, I wanted to know why you interested me so, why fate kept pushing me to try to find you again. I believe I know that well by now. And thirdly... what I want now is to help you."

The black-skinned and black hearted Hutt tilted his head and amended, "You and your babies, that is."

Lyssia was, of course, suspicious. "But if you wanted to help me, then why did you take me?  It seemed like I was doing well wherever I was before the mercenaries grabbed me."

She rubbed her shoulder, not entirely sure what to think of this nice Hutt. She couldn't read him like the others. Or feel much. "And what would you do to help me?"

Jemmbha removed his hand and slithered toward a stand, then lifted a Sith Treatise on Force abilities and teachings he had been waiting for a chance to manipulate for... say, Lyssia's entire life, and beyond. She granted his long-desired ambitions in the regard when she came to his attention by escaping as a child, with help from Jedi no less. "Give you back your memories, for a start. And power, and a home to use it in. When they grabbed you, you were weak- defenseless and lost. You still are, poor little one. But I have some little things to put an end to that. They deserve a bonus, those boys, for a bigger goal than they thought. And you deserve retribution against them and the right to do as you please."

Folds of flesh gave a long slow roiling grin of his mouth upward until the hole looked large enough, and in fact was, to admit a being of human size. "I have a means to do both. Without killing them or at allll hurting them."

The Hutt circled her carefully, observing her physical attributes gained since last he'd had her studied. These humans. They changed so fast. "They have a hard life. Constantly fighting, bickering; surely you noticed. The bonus I would like to give them is... peace. Peace of mind, as it were. "

He ruffled her hair, ignoring the slight wince, but she was slowly reacting less and less to his motions and words. His voice was hypnotic; Jemmbha was a natural orator, even for a Hutt. He glanced at the diagrams of Nihilus' Force Hunger and the lesser, non-planet eating variants, even the ones that wouldn't kill a victim to 'eat' their Force energy, and smiled in genuine anticipation.

He wanted it. Why kill them when one could have their mind, their memory, their power, and an empty body to command? It made the Hutt warm to think about it. And Empaths, like Lyssia, were naturals at connecting to others- with the full technique she could have been warped into such a Sith Assassin or another little Nihilus, but as a master of the then-empty-but-living bodies? With all their acquired skills, knowledge, and uses?

He admitted to himself that keeping track of all those signatures alone might burn her out, but the beauty of it was that she would be constantly absorbing and releasing their Force power- they wouldn't be Force Sensitives, of course, but the Force was made of lives from all he'd read, and she would have literal power over the masses. And he would have power over her.

No rebellions. No infighting. No free will. Just resource, complete and utter, with all their intelligence and all of their uses.

An ideal Sith had tried before; an ideal that could only without Sith teachings of 'self' and 'self interest' be actually accomplished. He whispered to his new potential pet. "That's where you come in. It isn't hard- not for someone as special as you.... Reach out with your feelings. You can feel them, can't you? Fainter than before your loss... but you have the predator in you. Take away their troubles and yours at the same time, pretty Lyssia; you're saving both."

He had been leading up to this point. "Eat them up. You can feel them, tiny normal beings that they are. They're wrong about who the 'slave' is here, I'm afraid. Just pull. Inhale their minds. You know you can. You will grow stronger, and they will be more at ease than any means money could ever buy."

Lyssia had almost been pulled in by his words and thought it wasn't such a bad idea- until he reached the last bit. She stopped nodding and gave a horrified, shrill, "What? No! I won't- won't just eat their minds!"

She stepped back physically, hugging her arms closer to herself, and withdrew all conscious and unconscious reaching out in the Force. "That's wrong- that's horrible."

"No!" she growled defiantly and shook her head, then backed up another step. She stumbled against the strange collar and ducked behind a pillar, lost in the darkness. She hissed at the perverse fat thing.

Jemmbha stared at her calmly and spoke as if discussing the weather rather than potentially being defied and denied one of his fondest dreams. "Why is it horrible?"

Lyssia shuddered, aghast, feeling the truth of her belief in her soul even if she couldn't fully remember the reasons why. "I'd be eating their *minds*- that's not- that's a crime! That's a horrible thing to do to someone!"

Jemmbha gave her a cat's look of superior condescending pity. "Your prey taught you that to protect themselves. You know differently. But come, let me humor you- eat ONE. Eat the mind of the worst of them, and if you still abhor the practice, I will not insist again. But know this, and know it well. I am a crime lord. It is far better to be an honored guest than an abused slave- and I would truly hate to have to ruin such a promising ally. DO IT."

Lyssia bit her lip and defiantly shook her head, placing her hands on her hips and ignoring the naseua the very thought ensued in her to try to appear strong. She knew that she was probably getting a better deal than she should expect here, but something in her core rebelled completely against this idea. She gave a vehement snarl in spite of her fear and would certainly have taken up a weapon if she had one. "I won't. I won't!"

Jemmbha slowly flicked his tail and shook his head, assumed kindness dissipating. He growled and slowly ground out with a hand balled in a fist, "I believe I only paid for one retrieval."

The Hutt gestured to panels in the walls of the sealed chamber and droids came out the woodwork, swiftly surrounding Lyssia despite her fumbling attempts to Push them and kick them from her. "Sterilize the girl of her... incumbent occupants."

He added further orders in Huttese as Lyssia blanched white, clutching her arms over her stomach, her hair whipping as she Force Pushed around herself futilely to keep the machines away. Even in her state, those were her babies! She pleaded, "What?  No - no, you can't. Please don't. Please!"

"I can't? I own you."

The robotic constructions ripped off her clothing and held her down, holding instruments to begin the procedure; the Hutt gestured and had the cases for his precious artifacts sealed in order to keep blood off the handwritten pages, not particularly caring about the walls and floor. He rumbled slowly at her and pointed a single 'finger' at her nose. "You said, 'Please'. That's the word of prey. Not to be dramatic, but to put it simply, I give you one. Last. Chance. Devour the mercs now, and your children live. Be a predator- raise strong predators- or learn how to suffer as prey."

Lyssia sobbed, wanting to curl in on herself and failing due to cold metal, and barely managed a whisper. She decided she hated him. "I'll do it.  I'll do it.  Leave them alone and I'll do what you say."

Jemmbha waved the droids off and called her abductors in with a satisfied "Good".

The Nikto mercenary had been counting the third of his money paid as good-faith before delivery, trying to picture what the promised 'unimaginable reward' would be, and blinked at the unclothed and crying Lyssia. His eyes widened, then narrowed. "Well. You did mention a bonus. I could have seen that, though."

Arron definitely did not like this development. He averted his eyes from her and glared at his erstwhile employer. "Wait, what's going on here?"

Lyssia wept harder with choking sobs when she heard the slavers and bounty hunters come in, aware that she was about to do something horrible and unable to keep from reacting, and curled up in a ball. She whispered to herself more than the mercenaries. "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry."

She reached out in the Force, targeting the hirelings who had abducted and tormented-imprisoned her, and separating their minds as quickly and painlessly as she could manage; she found herself unable to do so when she came to Arron, out of some degree of gratitude and sympathy to the more humane human, and skipped over him to continue. She swallowed heavily, horrified by how easy it was, absolutely easy, to connect to others.

Jemmbha blinked and wore the ghost of a smile at her ornery and willful defiant compliance. He purred in Huttese, tired of Basic. "Gooood pet. You're rather like a felinx, little one."

The Hutt turned his attention to Arron and settled to watch his slave 'digest', also plotting how to use the mindless and available bodies. Much more subtle, useful, and entertaining than a mere Rancor. As he'd hoped. "I had the conversations of your ship monitored; I had intended you to be the first lesson for Lyssia. She seems to have spared you; your bonus will be the pay of your fellows. And your life."

Arron watched the bodies of his companions fall, wide-eyed, and toed one of the breathing and drooling figures with a boot. He was highly unnerved and unhappy with the lack of result and what just happened, but despite this, threw his coat over Lyssia to hide her nakedness as she shuddered in place. Suspicious and unsure he was really safe, he demanded, "So I'm just free to go?"

Lyssia gave a series of dry, quiet heaves; she hadn't eaten enough recently to be able to bring it back up but was sickened enough by what she just did that her system defied her regardless. She shunted the minds away from her own, unable to bear them being so close to her own thoughts. "Force help me."

Jemmbha nodded to his security forces standing behind Arron in the main chamber and hummed with dark amusement. "You're free to go. I'll even have your captain there sign the papers to transfer the ship to your ownership, and pay for the refueling myself."

He chortled, lowering the protective material of one of the Jedi treatise and thumbing through it. "That's the truly fun part. They aren't dead. *Most Hutts dismiss the old Jedi mind tricks, though we study them enough to resist it, and we are naturally resistant to start with. I, however, delight in the opportunities they provide with research."

Arron eased out of the antechamber with his companions' bodies and hurried away as the Hutt twirled a hand in the air and offered in a confidential tone to Lyssia, "I wasn't lying when I said you could offer them peace, kitten, but if you hold them at bay they'll scream at you forever. Are you a sadist? Is your Force? Surely you don't want them to suffer alone for as long as you live~. Finish it. You, and they, will feel better. Promise. I want my newest pet taken care of well."

Lyssia surprised herself with her aptitude and ability in a different aspect of the horrific technique. She huddled into herself, focusing along the ethereal connection that connected her to the Force, and bore down on her abilities before she started to shunt the minds into the Force where they could return to it and be at peace instead of trapped inside her. She moaned.

Jemmbha was unaware of this and offered her a wink. "There. Now you've their memories and abilities; you might learn some surprising things about yourself."

Lyssia scrabbled with her hands for a moment at the annoyed thought she might have learned something but felt better with herself for having let them go anyway. She stayed quiet, then nodded, knowing that she had to act and pretend to go along with what Jemmbha said if she wanted her children unharmed. Being a slave was going to be horrible and his weapon worse, but defying him would only cause trouble. And though she'd tried, she couldn't affect him the same way as the non-Hutts. "I'd like clothes. And rest."

Jemmbha tested her. "Not so fast. First we have a promise to your Arron friend to fulfill. His captain is part of you; you can move his body. Sign the documents drawn up with it by the legal droids when presented to you."

The Hutt relented. "And then clothes. And rest. The best of either I can offer."

Lyssia hesitated, then closed her eyes and nodded after fortunately finding just the ghost of a memory of how to sign off the paperwork from the captain, his mind having been particularly strong and loud compared to the others. She swayed as she stood him up and signed with a flourish, then made him and his men move off to a med-bay. She wasn't just going to leave them comatose to rot if she could help it.

Her cruel Master was pleased with her abilities and performance and fulfilled his word. The next time his slaves appeared they were humans rather than torture machines and they  clothed her in fine rainment of silks and gold, formhugging rather than revealing, and sent her off to a rather lavish suite. Droids and emaciated, scantily clad slaves of either gender cleaned her upheavals from earlier as Jemmbha considered what to do with his Nightsister and his pet.

He yawned and settled to sleep after a private victory feast for himself. He could consider that after his hard earned sleep.

Almost done.

Dark stuff. Souls were lost.

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.

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