Lost and Found: The Process

[Vega Van-Derveld]

Beneath the dull lime lighting, the Sith sat.

His fingers steepled beneath his chin, Vega glanced from side to side slowly at the items set out around the room. Though it was dark, every thing laid out could be seen clearly. Dominating the room were two large stone slabs resting atop four smaller stone pillars. The construction made a bed like structure, and stood at least 4 foot off of the ground.

On the bed to the left a body lay. It was a woman, which woman exactly could not be told from a quick glance. Her body had bandages across the majority of her flesh from stab wounds. In the most part the damage had been patched over, though she could never be fully recovered. Naturally, that is.

On the bed to the right another body was positioned. This one was warm to the touch, freshly sedated. The skin was green in hue, and unlike the other body, it was unscathed bar a thin cross-scar on the face. Beneath the chest of this one thudded the heart of a Warrior, and a strong one at that; even if the mind which was linked to it did not know so.

The jade body wore a ring, as did the pale one. The two rings (http://vegavanderveld.clanpages.com/Wedding/wedding_rings.jpg) were an identical pair. Each body also had another thing in common. Not only had both once been servants to the darkside, they had both possessed one mind. Gitane Blesse - or rather, Gitane Van-Derveld.

"Soon..."

The Sith Lord rose up from his seat and paced between the beds of stone. He turned to the right and canted his head as he stared down into the lifeless pure white eyes. Not a sign of life was made as he traced his finger tips slowly down her cheek. A look of mixed emotion came over his face; anxiety at the thought of having her back again, some worry as to whether the transfer would go well, and also a hint of genuine elation.

"Soon."

[Kerri Maximalian]

Kerri Maximalian hugged the soft fabric of her cloak around her tighter as she paced down the muddy street. Wind rushed through her pale hair as an emerald hand pushed it from her eyes. The weather was terrible, a storm threatening to unhatch any moment. But the weather was not what sent worry to her eyes. Something felt wrong for the day.

A heavy door shut tightly as Kerri leaned against the wall of her small home. She unfastened the thin, leather strings that kept her cloak together and let it drop to the floor. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to calm her nervous feelings, assuring herself that nothing was wrong. It was just then, when she opened her eyes, that she noticed the distorted condition the room lay in. Her bed was turned over, tall furniture pushed to away from the wall, doors hanging from their hinges. She moved cautiously from the wall to move forward into the house.

Her eyes squint through the shadows of the thin hallway as she moved through it, her fingers running lightly agaisnt the walls. She stepped slowly into the front room and paused, a chill running down her spine. A leather-clad hand moved over her mouth as she tried to scream at the touch, another hand grasping her upper left arm tightly.

She bit down on the glove until her teeth nearly broke through. The hand let go but her body was shoved into a corner. She couldn't feel anything touching her, only a heavy pressure keeping her still. A needle pushed into the back of her neck, just above the spine, and whatever she could see of the room began to blur and swirl together before meshing into darkness. The thin body sank onto the floor in an unnatural sleep.

[Vega Van-Derveld]

A frown knitted into Vega's brow as he shot his hand out to the side, hissing under his breath at the bite marks upon his glove. If the girl had not been of such value he would have booted her sharply in the spine. Sadly, all he could do was curse to himself as he looked down upon the slumped body. That ever so familiar body; which he knew every section of, commited to memory, forever burnt into his mind.

The needle he had used to sedate her with was tossed to the floor and the Sith stamped on it, shattering it with the heel of his boot. He knelt down by the ragdoll form, then, and slipped his arms beneath her waist and knees, hefting her into the air. She wasn't heavy at all, and weighed just right - though the burden she placed upon him as a whole was not quite so slight.

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And so he watched her, softly caressing the many plains of her face, working a weaving patern down her jawline to her neck with his index finger. Still though she remained motionless, albeit breathing. Yes, her chest rose and fell still but only barely - the breaths were shallow and rare, as if she was struggling to maintain the slow rigorous process of respiration.

Vega turned away from her and slipped one hand beneath his jacket, retrieving a small cylindrical device. He rose it to his lips and depressed the button on the side.

"Inform Xanatos that all is ready and waiting."

A muffled voice spoke out of the tiny black tube. There was an achknowledgement from the other end of the line, then the channel was cut off as Vega placed the comm. down on the bed by Kerri's legs. He paced back to his chair and sat down once more.

Now, all he had to do was wait.

[Xanatos Etanial]

::The call came, a call Etanial had been waiting for. His master, Vega, had come to him some time ago requiring a favor. The return to life of his wife. Such were hard things to accomplish, and had required a trip to X's homeworld of Mythos.::

::Etanial nodded as he was informed that it was time. He picked up the books that were sprawled in front of him and began his walk::