Blood stains in the forest.. (closed)

[Saharia]

:;Saharia concentrated on her ships movement and the screen showing her path. She hated ships, perferred horses and walking, but hey, ships were the onyl transport available for space travel. Unless they geneticall changed a horse to fly and be able to breath in basically no oxygen, if any. That was one thing she was against, genetically creating someone.

A group of jedi from the past had created her mothers race...to help protect the universe, but it had not turned out well. The dragonlord race became destructive and so the jedi had set a date for the planet and all who dwelled there to blow up for the safety of the universe. But if one had not died, there was a time clock inside that made you die at 21. They had taken away someone she never knew and anger rose steadily, as well as a sick feeling.
Yes, genetic engineering had it's after effects...and some learn the hard way.::

Dashk! what be wrong now?

::Her eyes everted to the ships main control panel but her eyes swam with red, endless red. Not now...a queezing feeling hit her stomach and she groaned in pain as she stumbled to the communication centre. Two contact disks were on the table and she couldnt see properly...she could hear anything. Blood, endless blood. Damn the dragonlords, damn them!. She hated these blood attacks, it would pass then another would come, and another..until...

She could not read which one was which, her mothers old one or Jeseths?! In a quick flex she grabbed one, hoping to hell it was the right disk and shoved it into the computer, her voice sounding strange because of the blood flowing through it..::

Jeseff...heff..helff...

::She hoped the co-ordinates of where she was could also be tracked because she felt the ship plummeting downwards, an immediate reaction to the force disturbance, and she closed her eyes as she could now properly see, waiting for the ship to crumble into peices..perhaps she'd survive...::

[Jeseth Cloak]

Deep in the reaches of a dark and gloomy mountain, under a stormy sky and in a dark and damp cave, Jeseth could here the communications link to his ship (which now lay hidden away safely in the deepest forest he could find), sound off. It went off frequently. People were searching him out... but none would find him. Not for many years. Not until his visions had all come to pass.

He could hear a voice asking for help, and for a minute he thought it was a familiar one. It sounded like Saphire, but she was choking... He never saw her body. Was she alive? "I'll come." He pulled his saber to his left gloved hand. It came from across the cave and clicked into his palm. He set off to the cave's entrance in a hurry and ran as fast as the Force could carry him, then leapt out into the rain and heavy winds to find his ship. He hadn't been to it in a month, and when he arrived through the assailing winds and torrents he found there was vegetation left to be cleared.

The Dark Jedi hacked away at it as quickly as he could, tearing the vines away from his boosters with the Force as his aid. He growled and with a thought several of the plants withered and decayed, turning a light brown, then fading to black before dissolving into ash. His nimble but nervous fingers punched in the authorization code as quickly as they could, and within a mere minute or two the ship took to the air and vanished into the sky.

A day later he would arrive at the location from which the transmission had originated. He had plenty of time since his impulsive departure to think over the many possibilities: traps, delayed transmission buffers... maybe Saphire died, and the last thing she did was call to him for help. Was there enough soul left in Jeseth to cause him such worry? He had turned his back on much, even the destruction of his family and his world.

There was no ship nearby, only a planet. He'd have to descend to the surface and search, for even if there was only a chance that Saphire could be alive... it was still a chance.

[Saharia]

::The ship crashed, landing onto the solid land like a broken feather. Saharia crawled out, spitting blood out of her mouth, thatd be the first attack, but there'd be more.
How come she hadnt seen it coming? How come her senses hadnt warned her.
Because, her mind told her, your learning to use the force, not the old powers you used to::

Not again..

:;She felt the blood again, and reached for a sharp object, cut her wrists, anywhere to let it out some other way.
She may have a body half dragonlord and half whatever warren was, but her blood was fully dragonlord, and after a few months had too much blood for the body. Normally if there had been a warnign she could have acted earlier...

She cut the sharp side on the object deep into her skin, letting blood drip out, darker red than human blood. Long ago when she'd started it had been thought of as disgusting, but now it was survival.

She lay on one side of the ship, and closed her eyes, saving energy. Darkness fell and a figure stood next to her::

Hold on......

[Jeseth Cloak]

Upon landing and leaving his ship, Jeseth just began to wander in search of a familiar aura. He felt a weak flicker of life. A presence that had long been absent from the living Force around him. He used his alien gift of flight to scout out smoke, a wreckage, a community, any signs of anyone, but found nothing. It was on his way down for a third pause to think that he spoted a glimmer of light off towards the horizen.

His eyes may have been decieving him, but he would make sure that was the case before dismissing what he saw as an illusion. Jeseth set off towards the glimmer and squinted his eyes defensively from the harsh cold winds.

[Saharia]

::A woman wearing a deep purple robe walks towards her, her eyes deep brown and her hair raven black. Her face shines and a smile reaches her lips. The woman had been waiting a long time, she had stopped passing over until this day would come. Her feet softly touch the green grass in moonlight and Saphire smiles at her daughter, the one she had given life and knew would be greater then she or her father. The one she had lived for in those times of darkness. How beautiful she was, covered in scarlet droplets of her blood legacy.::

Saharia..

:;her voice was melodic, just like Saharias and her smile seemed to be only for saharia. her mother...how long had she dreamed of this. Her mother considered her for a while, Dara?...No, she would be taught things she needed under the man she called a friend. dara was one fo the greatest and most honourabel sith she had known, but for saharia, she felt somehting different in her force field. Something strange that did not yet add up..::

Be strong, someone is coming. You will become great. I Give you my dream of becoming one of the greatest sith masters and I know one day you will rid the world of those who call themselves jedi. You are strong, proud and intelligent and I give you some of my memories and skills.
One who calls himself Miryan. he is of honour, he will teach you honour of the sith kind and will teach you well. Ask for his hand as master...

::Saharia could only stare at the magnificence of what seemed a magical angel, could only feel the powers she gave to her, and felt the hand touch her, the hand of motherly love she had never felt. Something changed, some loyalty that was only half made seemed to complete itself. Suddenly the dark force felt like home.
Saphire knew the loyalty would be temporary for now, it would wear off, but hopefully by it would be full loyalty without it.
Her daughter would eb a darksdier, not a light sider. Where had that gotten her?::

Thank-you mother... ::In her eyes a lot more was said that words could say, and Saphire returned the call::

Know that I will always be proud.


::She embraced Saharia, knowing this was the last and first time, knowing someone else was approaching::