Riukii

(( This speaks to Riukii's background for me. Her first relationship was with a mysogynist psychopath who stalked her and outright tormented her when she tried to walk away from him. Until he was in that unfortunate airlock accident on the Rydge's Dust, of course. The relationship was intense and crazed with extreme highs and lows, and I imagine that there are still times she thinks about the great sex and the better highlights, and in the kind of relationship where everything is so intense that even when you've been fighting, you fall into bed, the misery has it's own addictive qualities.

Riukii herself comes across as such an up person that it's hard to tell that she likes walking that edge, but I think it's because she came out the winner in that first relationship. It puts a confidence in her that she carries well...right up until she's walking the edge again with the next guy.  ))

Some thoughts (OOC Post)

Lately, writing has no appeal for me. I went from writers block in the fall to writers apathy, I suppose. It's also entirely likely that I've been pouring so much into RP in the last month that there's nothing left to write. In CoH, that would have led to posting converted logs, and I wish I could do that in TOR, because I'm really happy with everything that's going on IC.

Anyone who knows me well knows that music is where I live, and I love so many different styles, genres, what-have-you. I was born singing. I spent the first half of my life singing. It was my passion. Even after I left it behind, I kept music close. I wake up with it in my head. Unless we stop to watch something on tv, it's a constant in my home. I connect with it, through it, to it, depending on where I'm at personally.

Lately, I can hear characters in music. Sometimes, it's an expression of where they're at. Sometimes, it's about something in their past or in their makeup. And sometimes, it's like "Ask DNA" making me strut through the room like I see Riukii so clearly in my head as she bounces onto the party barge on Nar.

So, that's what I'm going to be posting for a while, I guess. When a song makes me go "how fitting!", I'll toss it up here and try to at least give an ooc explanation of the why.

When I feel like writing again, I'll write. I might convert some logs from RP outside of TOR if I can write enough of the in between that takes place in game to give them some consistency at some point, as well.

So Riukii

((I swear this is perfectly timed with the way I see her walk in my head, complete with hip swing. ))

Home

The diminutive figure stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame with her head tipped to the side so that the top of her head rested against it above her shoulder. Light bathed her from behind, but the room itself was dark, leaving her face in shadow framed by a blue halo of unkempt hair. She watched the sleeping figure on the bed with a solemn air about her without fidgeting or shuffling her feet - something that would strike anyone who knew her as unprecedented for the usually hyper-active sugar-fueled spacer who once flitted around Carrick with an infectious grin.

Every time she'd given in to exhaustion, she'd fallen asleep beside him only to wake up a few hours later, screaming about how her father was still alive and that there was no escape from him, reliving the trauma she ran away from in her childhood. She hadn't slept in two days this time, waiting each night for him to fall asleep before creeping out of the bed and wandering the large house that had been his family home. 

He'd brought her to Chandrilla to heal. 

He'd called it home. "It will all be okay Kel.  I'll get you out of here, back to our home.  I'm going to take care of you.  I'm not leaving you ever again, I promise."

To fix her. 

She wondered if this time, there was no fix. At the very least, she wanted to run away again. And again. And again.

It was too quiet, too peaceful, and she needed to stop replaying the attack over and over in her head. She needed to remember how to be a survivor, because her mysterious assailant had made her a victim again. She needed her family.

The Death of Jheryth Chrystopher

Jheryth defended himself from the crowd of attackers he had gathered. He was surrounded, barely able to deflect the onslaught of blaster fire, not able to find the advantage on any one target. He saw Aittera closing the distance between them, determination set on her face as she tried to her best to land a shot, squeezing the trigger as quickly as her blaster could manage. He made his mind up then, using the force to hurl himself at her. He thrust his saber forward, stopping just in front of her. A sensation like nothing he ever felt, burned in his chest. He looked down between the two of them, seeing his saber in her hand, the blade illuminating the point where it protruded from his chest. He looked back up at her, noting the emotion swirling behind her eyes, but not understanding, as she seemed to fall away from him.

 A kaleidoscope of colors burst in his vision, and he threw his arms around her shoulders to steady himself. He saw the crystal blue waters of her eyes, feeling a cool breeze caress his face, the smell of sea mist filling his senses. She watched as his eyes dawned with clarity, like he received an answer to a question. He touched his lips to hers, then fell to his knees. She watched as a simple smile spread over his lips. And then he laid himself down and was still. She shut her eyes, refusing to show any emotion, letting the saber hilt fall out of her hand, clattering to the ground. She opened her eyes and walked away. She was dimly aware of someone asking what to do with the body. Some else replied, "Leave him with the rest of the trash." And the crowd dispersed.

Several minutes later, a young woman moved into the street from the shadows, her hood sliding further down around her face as she looked down at her former master. She found him exactly as she expected. She knew he told her this was to happen, but she let a tear fall for him anyway. She removed a burial cloth from the pack on her shoulder. She held out her free hand, lifting his body, and willing the cloth to wind its way around him, making a conscious effort to make his arms fold up around his chest. She lifted him higher, then laid him over her shoulder, letting his way sink down upon her. This was her burden to bear...

She lowered him into a boat, waiting on the shore of Alderaan's east coast. She arranged him on the boat, bright orange locks escaping her hood, falling down against her check. She removed an oil lamp from her pack, lit it and placed it on his chest, between where his hands were folded. She let the current pull the boat away, watching as it moved itself further out on the current. She motioned her hand, and the oil lamp broke, setting occupant and boat ablaze. She watched the flames spread quickly, feeling the breeze tug at the loose strands of her hair. She heard footfalls in the sand.

 She looked down as a young boy looked up at her, a mane of long red hair falling down his back as he stared up at her. "Where is my father?" 

She stared into those piercing green eyes for a moment, then looked back out at the water, the boy turning his head to follow her gaze. The wake of the sinking boat reflected an emerald green glow, then faded and the spot returned to it's normal color, becoming as still as if nothing had happened upon the surface. 

"Your father cannot be with you now. Come with me, and I will tell you everything about him."

Jheryth's eyes flew open. The stone he was levitating burst, spraying pebbles across the meditation room. His heart was beating fast, but an eerie calm settled over him. He had to blink twice to get those blue eyes out of his vision. He looked up to see his tactical officer crossing through the doorway into the room.

“My lord. Decker has found something that you will want to see.”

Jheryth blinked again, trying to process what he had just seen, “How is she?”

His tactical officer looked wary, but spoke with confidence, “We have lost track of her my lord. Our sources confirm that she is unharmed.”

Jheryth nodded and then rose, motioning for his officer to lead the way. He followed, making his way to the conference room, where large computer station stands where the table would be.

Decker swiveled around in her chair, her lekku twitching with excitement, “My lord! You will not believe what I have found. You have to see this!”

Decker tapped a few keys, and the holo-screen came to life, showing the aftermath of an attack an archaeological dig site. A reporter was interviewing a Jedi Sage.

“...it has still not been confirmed, and the attack and theft of the datacron does not lead credence to it's existence. The Aether Axiom is still a myth, and will remain a myth....”

Jheryth tuned out the drone of the Sage, looking at Decker, “There are very few who haven't heard the myth. It doesn't sur...”

“My lord, “ Decker interrupted in her excitement, “I know. Even us thieves have heard of it. It's like the ultimate treasure! I also found this.” She tapped a few buttons, and the screen switched to a bunch of different websites.

Jheryth looked at the screens blankly, “Ok, what am I looking at?”

Decker motioned to the different screens, “Well, to you it's a bunch of random stuff, but to someone like me, it's a trail. Someone's got that datacron, and they are making it known. Hopefully I can track 'em down.”

Jheryth nodded, “Keep me updated.” He turned to his tactical officer, “Aven, keep an eye out for her. Let me know when she resurfaces.”

Chrystopher Legacy-Chapter 4: Chaos

Jheryth watched the man become semi-solid in front of him. “How is this possible?”

The man smiled, “It is by no means easy, but it is something you have encountered before. You remember the young twi'lek, apprenticed to your enemy. What was her name? The blue one.”

Jheryth cocked his head to the side, processing this information, “Temivi?”

“Yes, that one. So you see, there are those of us who can remain, even after death.”

Jheryth looked at him accusingly, “So you mean to possess me?”

The man's smile faltered slightly, “Of course not. Let me properly introduce myeslf. I am Na'ethyn Jadett. I am your ancestor.”

Jheryth quirked a brow, “My ancestor?”

Jadett nodded, “The Chrystophers were once Jadetts. Politics and alliances shift, as you know. I myself became disillusioned with the Empire, so I broke ties.
Apart from the Empire, I became even more powerful. Others learned of this power, and and tried to take it for themselves. I destroyed anyone that came after me, so it was made to look like I was a threat to the Empire. As more people aligned themselves against me, I knew it was time to hide my knowledge, preserve my legacy, so one day a true Jadett would reclaim it!”

“What about the Chrystophers?” Jheryth inquired.

Jadett scoffed. “The Jadetts ran like rats - trying to distance themselves from the political backlash - assuming that the tide would turn against them as well. They went so far as to forsake their own name. They wormed their way onto Alderaan, jostling and marrying into nobility where they could. You are the first force-sensitive the Chrystophers have produced in ten generations!”

Jheryth shifted his weight from one foot to the other, absorbing this information, still wary. “So why haven't you been more present? Been my master instead of leading me to Korriban?”

Jadett motioned to the crystal hovering above the dais, “My essence is stored in that crystal. It keeps me anchored to this existence. However, I am only an echo of what I once was. I can watch you with little difficulty, but manifesting takes a lot of energy. I can also monitor things from this computer station. When I found out that a Chrystopher had been accepted to the Academy, and then expelled, I knew you were the one I needed.”

“Needed?” Jheryth asked dubiously, folding his arms across his chest.

“Yes! To reclaim my legacy! Bring the Jadett name back. To make the universe fear us! Take the power I'm offering you. We can make the universe tremble. After everything I've done for you, you still don't trust me?”

Jheryth narrowed his eyes at the apparition. “No.”

He lunged at the crystal, grabbing it with both hands. It showered the room in green light, energy traveling down through his arms into his chest....

Victory

Five months later...

In the cockpit of the Wanderer, two figures sat in the captain's and co-pilot's chairs, their hands clasped and hanging in the space between them. They silently counted six detonations - each representing a charge one of them had planted - and their resultant explosions along the underbelly of a ship known as the Avenger, a Harrower-class dreadnought that presumably carried it's owner, the Sith known as Darth Ragious.

"You know, this will be a great story."

"It's too bad that no one is ever going to believe it."

He had taken three days of her life, her ship, and in the months that had followed, a piece of her sanity; as he'd used the Force in ways Aittera hadn't known were possible - appearing so that only she could see him, influencing her thoughts, visiting her in her most vulnerable moments. He had tried to manipulate her into believing that submitting herself to him was something she wanted somehow. When that didn't work, he threatened Selus and her friends, and he even went so far as pursuing the one woman who had helped her the most by using the Force to shield her mind from his influences.

And now, Aittera and Selus had struck a blow in return that he would not be able to ignore. She didn't let herself hope that they had gotten so lucky as to have actually killed him. That would be nice, but her luck had never been that good. Blowing up his flagship while he was on it was a hell of a message though.

And she was just getting started.