:: With his Master::

[Darth Turbogeek]

"Jeseth.... Jeeessseeethhhh!!"

"Yes Turbogeek?'

"The young man caught up with his Master. "Jeseth, what IS this place? There's all these things in here that I dont understand, it cold and nothing in here feels natural. Why are we here instead of Vjun?"

"I have business in here my apprentice. I am on the Council here and they have called me here to deal with a few ... problems"

"Then why am I here? Vjun is a much nicer place than here!Cardinal promised to show me ..."

Jeseth cloak turned in frustration. The ever curious Turbogeek and questioning Turbogeek was a sore trial somedays. "Look, we are here and while you are here I dont want you touching or testing anything. Keep quiet for once and dont ask questions. Now just stay here and wait until my business is over and then we'll spend some time in instruction. Right?"

His face broke into a grin. Sure, he couldnt quite grasp what this "Force" was Jeseth seemed to think was so important, but any time Jeseth spend answering questions the clone had, it was worth it. Still barely 20 days into life and he was soaking up information like a sponge. And yet, the more he learned, the more he found out there was to know. Like the fact that you dont drink out of chemical toilets. His stomach was still queasy from the results of that.

As Jeseth walked awy, he scanned the room, looking at the colours of all the different people. Must be a good place, there was no light coloured people here. Mainly the grey ones and one or two Dark ones. Thankfully, the Man with No Colour wouldnt be here. He still cringed thinking about that person, uniquely the only one without a colour. Good to know there were no other here like that. He sat down, back against a wall, just watching.

[Darth Turbogeek]

He ahd been waiting alone here for a few hours now and all he had to do was just watch. For someone like him, it was mind bogglingly boring. What, was he going to sit here all day?

Nope, no more. He got up, wondering where to go first. Despite this place just feeling so wrong, he really wanted to find out more. Who were these TSO people? What were these odd walking carpets? He could see some odd droids and such, but nothing he could clearly recognised. Well, He would go and have a poke around and just see what all this place was.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth had walked off toward's a set of large, heavy set, dull metallic doors. Turbogeek watched him enter the room, several unfamiliar and dark-tainted individuals gathered there in a circle <a href=http://pub23.ezboard.com/fthesithorderdiscussionchamber.showMessage?topicID =570.topic>past the archway</a>. His master entered the room, the doors slamming shut behind him. For long hours, the young Dark Jedi apprentice could hear all sorts of sounds, some of them distinctly aggressive to his ears, and then there was nothing. Alarms blared as a heavily injured Sith ran from the room, his side dripping with blood and his face ashen and beaten. The doors had been flung open wildly, and within was a maw of death and destruction. Jeseth stood there admist the corpses, his saber held in his hand tightly, and then walked away from the entrance. The apprentice could only follow in curiosity, and finally realized why his master had come. There were talks of punishment for treachery, and betrayal.

Jeseth had come to punish the ones who had betrayed... to betray was... to do wrong to your friends? Somehow, he knew of betrayal... he understood vaguely some of what the darker tainted men and women had said, but he didn't really care. He merely felt curious about the liquids and matter strewn about the marble floor, examening it with vigor as he kicked, poked, and stomped all over the mushy mess. Had that been a person once?

Jeseth entered the room once more, leading a young... woman? Yes, it was a women. Jeseth had explained that all to him a time ago... but not very well. Perhaps his master didn't really know what a women was...

[Lady Vader]

*she only caught a glimpse of Turbogeek as the doors opened, but it still sent LV for a loop that it was him and yet not him... she shook her head and watched as Jeseth escorted De'Ville out... well, whatever jeseth had in mind, she hoped it worked out for him*

*she turned her attention back to the mess in the room as the double doors closed once again, leaving Jeseth alone with Turbogeek and De'Ville outside*

[Darth Turbogeek]

:: Finally!

He noted his Master finally coming out from behind the doors he entered, Turbogeek got to his feet, keen and eager to leavr. This place just felt out of place to him and the longer he was here, the less comfortable he felt. He noted the injured person runing out of the room and saw the bits of.... something smeared everywhere, plus Jeseth with one of those glowing... things.

He saw his Master shut the glow off (HOW did he do that?) and then beckon two others to follow him out of the room, Turbogeek almost seemed to bounce off the walls with all the pent up questions and energy from jsut sitting around. When he saw who they were, his face fell. Not MORE women? He was already deeply uncomfortable being near Arya Rawenwing, who was still in the bacta tank in Jeseth's ship, to be discharged at Vjun. But two more? Well, maybe these ones wouldn't be like Arya. Maybe Arya was unique.

But what he did notice was one was injuired. Now THAT was something he could deal with. The other looked sad and her colour was twinged oddly. He moved over, a broad smile on his face while that odd mental voice seemed to assess the injuired person's condition.

"Hi, I'm Turbogeek...." He stalled as he noted the air seem to get colder and there were some hostile stares. Puzzled he looked around and then speaking again to Jeseth, annoyance clearly in his voice. "What IS this when I say Turbogeek? Everyone seems to step back or die of panic or try to shoot me!" He turned to on of thwomen, the injuired one. "What's wrong with being called Turbogeek?!?"

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville looked cautiously at the one called Turbogeek. He certainly looked like the dead Jedi...but younger. Her head ached, and she put her hand to her forehead. "Maybe you should change your name."

She didn't have the will power to puzzle out his place in the last few day's events. "Alaria, will you be coming as well?"

[Lady Alaria]

The blonde wiped at her face, trying to scrub away dried tears before new ones replaced them on her cheeks. "I must go to the Dominator. That will be my..." Alaria ducked her head and whispered, "my tomb."

She pressed her hand to De'Ville's arm, and then walked under guard to the shuttle she had arrived on. A short time later the Lambda-class shuttle streaked up through the atmosphere, heading for space.

[Jeseth Cloak]

He wondered for a moment what the damage could be in revealing the truth to the Jedi's clone, but what could be the benefits? It might only drive him over the edge... and he was obviously unstable. Jeseth had never known Alaria personally, but somewhere inside he knew what she felt... perhaps better than any of the others present. What did it matter anymore? What did any emotions matter anymore? They were just tools now... tools to be used and discarded at will.

Watching tentatively, Jeseth examined his apprentice, curious as to his interaction with others. Perhaps the Dark Jedi could learn a bit about human nature.

[Lady DeVille]

She stared at Jeseth. What are you doing with Turbogeek? Or... a Turbogeek. Clone? Perhaps it was. De'Ville shivered a little, and frowned at the pain she was still experiencing. "Cloak, what is it you want from me?"

[Darth Turbogeek]

:: He looked at the face of this woman.

she's hurt. Take her to Jeseth's ship if you want to help ....

Suddenly, Turbogeek gasped. Something was more than just a bit wrong. Something of the colour of this Dark woman.... he had never seen anything like it. Never had he seen anoyone coloured like this. His eyes goggled. He didnt understand. He couldn;t describe it. But he saw.

"Please... you must come with us." He looked about. "You must hurry"

[Lady DeVille]

She looked at Turbogeek, and then back at Cloak. "What is going on? Just let me get to my ship...I'll leave TSO just like everyone wants. You won't have to see me again. Oooh..." De'Ville placed her hand on her belly, and scowled at the pain in her abdomen. "Or, if you insist..." she paused, sucking in a breath, "I'll go with you."

[Jeseth Cloak]

"He is my apprentice... and I'm afraid you're presence is required... either way, I doubt you'll last long on your own. Not in your current state."

The Dark Jedi nodded to Turbogeek, his hands still dripping with blood.

"Tend to her. I'll be with you again shortly."

Jeseth turned and headed quickly out toward's the palace grounds, expecting to find someone... or something.

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville turned to the youngish Turbogeek. "Lead on."

[Lord Psychic]

*Lord Psychcic exited the chamber. He saw Deville and a face that he had seen many times in the TSO database, and he vaguely remembered meeting him. Turbogeek!*

*Nobody else seemed to care however, and Psy didn't really care. All he wished to do is get out to his room.*

*He began walking down the corridors in the Palace's direction.*

OOC: My RPing is continued in Garret's thread

[Darth Turbogeek]

:; He looked over this ... DeVille person. He could tell she was a woman, but to be honest, beauty wasn't a concelt he knew of.

"Okay Lady, this way...." He suddenly spun and neatly caught her as she staggered. The 'Fixing' instinct kicked in, overriding his dislike, not for females, but for the things Jeseth told him you could do with them. Concern lit his face. "Sorry lady, I'll have to carry you." He didnt wait for an answer, picking the Sith up. And yet again, he saw something odd in her colour.

"We go to Jeseth's ship, okay? Arya should be ready to come out of the Bacta, so you can be next and be fixed, okay?"::

[Lady DeVille]

De'Ville turned to follow the apprentice, and a sudden pain shot through her, causing her to stagger. Turbogeek reached out and grabbed her waist, catching her neatly. "I'll have to carry you."

Suddenly she had no protests as another spasm ripped through her abdomen. De'Ville clenched her teeth as he picked her up, nodding as he spoke about Cloak's ship. She threw her arms around his neck as he began to walk rapidly towards the hangers.

[Darth Turbogeek]

:: Qyuite rapidly, it became apparent that there was a need to hurry. He switched up a gear and hurried to Jeseth's ship. He toggled the release switch with one hand and then entered, placing Deville with some care onto the makeshift medical bench.

His mind began to dip into that odd mode where he listened to the voice in his head, telling him what was wrong.

Mainly internal, bruising, bleeding. And....

And?

He waited.

No more?

i dont know. There is something drastically wrong, but I dont understand why. The injuries she has aren't fatal, but but there seems to be death here

He would love to know what that meant. He never really understood the voice, but he knew it was a perfect guide. And to see it admit it had no idea.....

"What's happening? Why do I feel something dying and yet you will live? Why is your colour wrong...." his hand wavered, then touched her abdomen "Here?"::

[Lady DeVille]

Color? What? De'Ville propped herself up on her elbows and grimaced as the pain came again. Blinking her eyes open, she stared at his hand on her stomach. There certainly did seem to be something wrong there...but what?!

Color... Definetely something different there. There was blood -! She was bleeding all over her pants. With a sharp gasp she lay back, sweat beading on her forehead. Closing her eyes as Turbogeek seemed to be questioning himself, she dove into herself, searching with the Force.

And there it was. De'Ville's eyes popped open in panic. Tondry... There was no time to count days. "I...its..."

The apprentice bent over her. "What is it?"

De'Ville moaned with pain, "Its my baby."

ooc: Continued at <a href=http://pub2.ezboard.com/fswvstitanicstarwarsroleplayingarchive.showMessage ?topicID=3827.topic>Fear's Womb: First Comes Love</a> /ic: