Omega: Pilgrimage Of Ruins

[Jeseth Cloak]

[Continued from: http://swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=25538]

It had been a day already that Jeseth and Emily had spent in hyperspace, but there was still another day to go. Ambriel II was in the outer rim, a considerable distance from most other civilized words. The two Force-sensitive aliens had been passing the time away, sleeping away their trip... but Jeseth didn't need nearly as much sleep as he had already gotten. He turned to look at Emily, his eyes running down her slender body. He was examining her features, still curious about her race. Where could she have come from, he wondered?

This trip would be the first of many journeys to Ambriel II. He had already committed himself to a series of expeditions... and if there was anything left on the decimated world, Jeseth would find it. Even a tomb of history would do. He longed to understand his physical needs, and without some scrap of his past it would be impossible. He wondered if he should wake the woman up, but then thought better of it. She probably needed her sleep...

[Emily Rochette]

Emily slept only once or twice, every few days, so when the sudden part in the "game" seemed to be napping, she simply curled into a loose fetal position and closed her eyes. Every so often, she would peek her eyes open to catch a glimpse of Jeseth. Growing bored and stiff, she blinked open her eyes and stared at the ceiling of the ship. A low growl slid from her throat in the midst of a wide yawn, which exposed the small lines of sharp, canine-like teeth.

"Are we there yet..?" She lifted her head from the reclined seat, gazing out at the stars flying by.

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[Jeseth Cloak]

"Not yet," replied Jeseth as he turned his seat around towards hers. "We've got another day to go..." Her teeth seemed very much identical to his, but smaller. He wondered if she'd be able to conceive children. He needed to find a mate soon... every day until then, he would only continue to grow more and more violent and unpredictable. He had suppressed all of his urges until now, but he couldn't continue to do so for very long. Ambrielians were naturally a very aggressive species.

The thought of satisfying his urges had crossed his mind, but it wouldn't accomplish anything. He refused to be a slave to the laws of nature - if he was to indulge his passions, then at the very least he would assure himself that a child would be conceived. Slayn was a poor excuse for a progeny. Jeseth desired and heir who was mentally and physically flawless. Emily was beautiful, and so far it was apparent that she was strong with the Force...

Though still, Jeseth had to wonder why her mind was as it was. If her state of mind was biologically induced, then perhaps her offspring would inherit the same trait. He would have to give it consideration. He had brought her with him on a whim, but he was still unsure of what he really planned to do with her. If anything, she would make an admirable disciple. Her powers seemed to already be well developed.

"Do you remember your youth?"

[Emily Rochette]

"Fire... There was lots of fire... It was all very pretty," she responded with an airy tone, her gaze still transfixed on the passing constalations.

Sensing that the atmosphere was developing a serious note, her mind subconsciously settled into a more mature state. Her firey eyes opened, wide and attentive, and she sat up straight, turning sideways in the chair to face her companion. Every so often, she would catch bits of memory, though she could never be sure if it was memory of her past, or simply a recent dream.

"Not very much.." A sad sort of smile passed over her face as she let her head lean against an arm, which was propped up against a leg folded under her. "They said I'm broken," she added, a finger tapping against her temple.

This was a fragment that often passed through her mind. It always felt like her reflection, though older, and multiplied, was explaining what was wrong with her.

Giving a small shrug of her shoulders, she looked to the floor, then glanced back towards the front of the craft, the distant gaze slowly returning to the depths of her eyes, yet the sense of youth staying back within the folds of her mind.

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[Jeseth Cloak]

"Broken?" Jeseth reached out and took one of her hands, lightly pulling her away from her chair and into his lap. Something about her was influencing him in ways he wasn't entirely able to control... but he was enjoying it. He enjoyed giving in to his emotions sometimes... especially when there was no consequence to his actions. "Who broke you?"

[Emily Rochette]

"I did" Her eyes seemed clouded for a moment, before she blinked, drawing herself back to reality.

Turning her head to look at him again, she chewed on her bottom lip. Her hand pulled away from his, her index finger tracing along his palm as she studied his face. This was the first time she really got the chance to take in his features. Something felt comfortable about him. A smile grew over her lips and she slipped her fingers between each of his. She let her eyelids slid shut, her head nuzzling against his shoulder.

[Jeseth Cloak]

He closed his eyes and reclined back in the seat. Her skin was cold like his... and knowing she could tear his throat out in a bite made the experience all the more enjoyable. He never had to feel vulnerable, but he did now. He also felt like ravaging her... but he couldn't. His other hand was tracing down her back, lightly scratching her. He wasn't sure what to do now... In all actuality, he had only ever been intimate with one other woman before.

He had killed her, too.

[Emily Rochette]

Emily had never learned of love, lust, or other such pleasant emotions. But where her mind seemed to stop, instinct started. She shivered as she felt his fingers raking across her back, through the cloth of her tattered dress. Her body nestled against his, lips brushing briefly across his chilled neck.

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth's fingers snagged along some of the holes that were torn into her dress, but they continued to move downwards, tearing away the garment that covered her pale flesh. His arms wrapped around her, carrying her out of the ship's cockpit and into the darker gloom behind it. The two strangers found themselves in a bed, curiously exploring new possibilities... The sound of objects and heavy clothing hitting the ground could be heard faintly.

[Emily Rochette]

Later
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Emily lay, curled up in the bed, toying with an edge of one of the covers. Her eyes glanced, half-open, around the part of the ship she could see. A lazy, calm sort of smile crossed her lips as she snuggled down into the comfort of the matress.

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[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth still had his eyes fixed upon the back of her neck. What a wonderful experience it had been... He placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her towards him, kissing her briefly before getting out of the bed and getting dressed. He appeared to have very well articulated muscles, despite his lack of physical strength. His flesh now bore several bite wounds, but he didn't seem to mind them as he pulled his black shirt over himself. His wings and arms slid easily through the slits in the fabric.

He pulled his pants on and then picked his coat up off the floor. It was very difficult to buckle it back around himself once it had been removed... Most of his clothes were so extremely expensive simply because of the modifications that always needed to be made to accommodate his wings. "Can you help me put this on," he asked of the woman who lay in his bed, holding the coat towards her.

[Emily Rochette]

Her head nodded softly as Emily sat up on her knees, making no effort to hide her nudity. She stood up, touching the coat, her eyes never leaving him. Almost obediently, she began helping him. Once his coat was on, Emily sat on the edge of the matress, looking down at her hands.

She had never, to her knowledge, been taught anything in the ways of sex, let alone what was to come from it. With an almost timid look in her eyes, she lifted her head again to look at Jeseth, her voice softened drastically, compaired to the day before.

"..What now?"

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[Jeseth Cloak]

He thought about her question for a moment, then knelt down in front of her and placed a hand on her stomach. The Force flowed through them both... but something stronger joined them together. "I can't be sure, but I think we'll have a child." He glanced up slightly, his expressions filled with curiosity. "You haven't had one before, have you?"

[Emily Rochette]

"Well, no.." Emily bit her lip as she let her eyes meet with them man's. Her hand rested against the back of his, her fingers feeling over the cool skin. Her eyebrows lifted a bit, giving her a nervous, almost embarassed expression. She moved her lips, almost as if speaking without words, for a moment, before finally finding the word she was searching for. Her head bowed, eyes staring over his shoulder at the floor. With a humiliated tone, she asked:

"How..?"

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[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth blinked. He wasn't sure how to answer her question... He lightly squeezed her stomach. "It'll come from in here." He placed his other hand underneath her chin and lifted her face up, his eyes catching her gaze. "I don't have all the answers yet... But I'll be taking care of you. We'll figure it out together." He stood up and tugged on her hand slightly, pulling her to her feet.

Beside the bed there was a chest filled with Jeseth's clothing and belongings. He searched through it with his free hand, and then handed her a set of clothing which he thought might fit her... The advantages of a lot of his coats having straps and buckles was that they could be adjusted to fit just about anyone, within reason. “These I think will be fine for you... but you can take anything you like.” There wasn’t a very diverse selection. Most of Jeseth’s clothing were dark, and then occasionally earthy.

[Emily Rochette]

A bright smile lit her face as she hugged the clothes against her chest. She stared at Jeseth for a moment, before pressing a light kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you.."

Setting the clothes down on the bed, she lifted a shirt to look at it. Her brows furrowed with confusion at sight of the several buckles. She'd only ever worn her dress, which now lay on the floor in several pieces.

"Um...?"

[Jeseth Cloak]

Jeseth found the expression on her face amusing. He stepped behind her and placed his hands on her arms, pulling them up. He slid the shirt down over her body, and adjusted the straps to fit her slender figure. "Better now?" He reached past her and picked up the pants that were on the bed. "Here, just slide your legs into these holes and pull them up," he said, holding the pants out in front of her, his arms looping around from behind. They wouldn't fit her properly... They were far too large at the waist.

[Emily Rochette]

Emily brushed her companion's hands away as she took the pants, slowly getting the idea of what to do. She leaned over, slipping her foot into one leg, then the other, and pulling them up. Her eyes widened as she giggled, the pants large enough to be pulled up to her breasts and still be too wide.

[Jeseth Cloak]

“This should help,” he said, removing his heavy belt and slipping it around the pants she wore. It tightened around her body perfectly. “Just be careful... You wouldn’t want to accidentally activate anything on that belt.” He was most specifically referring to his lightsaber, but he didn’t have the time to stop and explain it to her now; the ship had begun it’s decent towards Ambriel II. Jeseth reached into the chest of items and pulled out an oxygen mask, then handed it to her. “The atmosphere where we’re going is very thin and smothered with ash and vapor. Put this on if it becomes difficult to breathe.”

He had only brought one oxygen mask... meaning that if it became far too difficult for him to breath, he might have to ask Emily to stay behind. He doubted however, that such a thing would occur. He stepped into the cockpit and looked around the control panels. Oxygen levels were registering as unbreathable - but that was by human standards. Jeseth could survive, even if uncomfortably. The view window showed little else but smog, though on occasion Jeseth could make out the faint outline of ruins on the ground far below them.

[Emily Rochette]

Emily silently eyed the belt, her fingers hovering above the metallic shaft. After a moment, she took the mask in hand and nodded her head. She walked slowly out of the small bedroom, staring out the window at the mess of a world lay for them outside. Her head bowed as Emily toyed with the mask, waiting for the ship to fully land.

[Jeseth Cloak]

The ship touched down slowly, hissing and creaking as it positioned itself upon the ground. Jeseth took one last glance at the inside of the ship, and then stepped towards the loading ramp. He could feel the air inside of the ship drain away quickly... and stepped down from the craft. They now stood atop the remains of fallen tower... dark blue waters silently breaking against dry gray stone. No one had disturbed the shattered world for many years

"Look," said Jeseth as he pointed to the water just a few feet away from the ramp. A graveyard of bones floated amongst the waves. He walked to the water and bent down, scooping up a skull calmly. Water dripped from it slowly as he handed it to Emily.