Lieutenant Bethany Sheppard banged on the hull of the Darkened
Oblivion, her gloved hand wrapping at the outer skin of the ship as
she studied it intently. "I don't know, Randi," she said as she dipped
beneath the hull of the ship, walking beneath it as she ran a finger
down the length of the hull. "It's kind of ... big," she commented as
she moved back around to stand alongside her friend. "Big target," she
commented, worrying. They were experiencing too many casualties in the
"It handles like any fighter I ever flew, kid," Randi said proudly as
she extended her arm to brace herself against the landing claw, as she
entered a comfortable lean. "This thing can take a few hits, but more
important than that ... it has the speed to avoid them," she said as she
nodded her head at the simple young flight officer. "You're used to
flying bit tubs like this Star Destroyer, but this thing has all the
moves of a ballet dancer after not eating for six weeks," she said with
another emphatic nod. She liked to talk big and exaggerate in front of
the younger pilot, enjoying the dynamic of their relationship.
"I realize 'my' ship is hard to resist fondling, Lieutenant." The
Inquisitor approached the two seemingly out no where, feeling very
nostalgic or perhaps this situation had happened before... deja vu. A
piercing gray gaze nearly bore into Bethany as she spoke rather darkly.
"I believe I once told you before something very similar."
"Oh. I..." Bethany said as she was caught off guard by the oncoming
Inquisitor. She began to slink away, literally fearing for her neck as
she moved towards the corridor that would lead to the turbolift.
"I...thought you meant...meant just that one time..." she awkwardly
fumbled, sinking down inside of herself as she tried to present a
minimal target for the woman. She enjoyed very much having a head, and
felt without one life would not be as satisfying.
"She's harmless, Serry," Randi said confidently as she watched the
young Imperial officer awkwardly move away. Laughing softly, she lowered
her head and adjusted the helmet she held beneath her shoulder. "...she
likes the ship," she admitted, her eyes turning towards the Inquisitor
as they finally made eye contact. "Heard you had a fun time on
Brentaal," she could not help but add, the rumor mongers once again
spreading gossip throughout the ship.
Serine glanced around a bit to be sure no one could overhear their
conversation before she whispered to the other. "Of course she is, I
just enjoy watching her cower. It is adorable." She smiled softly with a
chuckle before clearing her throat. The way rumors spread around so
quickly regarding her, it felt as though she was being followed by a
slew of journalist spies just waiting for the next big story. "That
mission was supposed to be a secret one. I fear there might be cameras
in the refreshers just waiting for my arrival.
Seems I can't do anything without everyone knowing." Said slightly
dismayed, it was tough being the object of apparent fascination, though
she was trying to use it as a means to motivate the officers. "At least
the outcome is noted in the rumors. I believe the redecoration of Lord
Nam'a'taht's estate was much needed."
"Honey, there ain't nothing that stays a secret on this ship!" Randi
explained as she offered a slight laugh in the Inquisitor's direction.
"Still though. Cutting that guy's leg off and forcing it down his throat
... did he really deserve that?" she asked as she moved forward, her
large blue eyes opening wide as she eagerly waited for a response. She
had never heard of anyone killed in such a way.
"I.. uhh.. heh, what?" Serine was visibly shaken with Randi's version
of what happened, was that the rumor that was spreading around the ship?
How could information get so skewed? She couldn't help but to start
laughing due to how ridiculous it was, but she tried her best to stop.
"Randi, that is so obnoxious..." Was it really worth it to explain to
her the truth? Everyone might as well believe that, it wasn't 'that' far
from the truth.
Randi turned her head away slowly, hoping that she did not offend the
Inquisitor. Her passenger was quite the topic among the off duty
crewmembers of the ship, but only a select few had the direct access
that Randi did. Curiosity often killed the cat, but Randi could not help
herself. Her eyes locked on the Inquisitor's most distinguishing feature
... the lightwhip. She swallowed, her eyes slowly moving up the black
set of armor until she locked eyes with her again. "I've never seen one
of those before. How did you get it?" she asked, genuinely curious, her
heading moving forward as she wished to hear every detail.
The moment Randi mentioned the lightwhip with any detail, Serine's
expression changed to a much more somber one as a hand subconsciously
lowered to the metallic coils and curled them around a set of fingers
absent-mindedly. "If you wish to know, finish up your maintenance of my
ship and we will go aboard. I do not want anyone else to overhear even a
brief bit of the story involved."
"Don't worry, Serry. This is the best maintained ship in the
squadron," Randi admitted proudly, moving her up the ramp into the
interior of the Conqueror-class assault ship. After the training
accident at the Vensenor Flight Academy where she was once a flight instructor,
she took over the maintenance of every craft she flew, forbidding the
technicians from even changing a simple conduit. Once inside she lowered
her helmet onto the seat beside her and plopped down, always liking a
good story. Her one regret was that she did not have a snack.
The Lieutenant and the Inquisitor shared a unique friendship. Serine
felt very comfortable around Randi, as she enjoyed the other's antics,
personality and skillful piloting. Inquisitor Thanor spoke to the other
informally and entertained Randi calling her 'Serry', which if anyone
else even thought about saying, Serine would swiftly kill. "Yes, I
know." Serine trusted Randi with her second most prized possession:
Darkened Oblivion, and now she was debating discussing her 'most'
prized possession... the lightwhip. With a soft
sigh, she lowered herself into a chair across from where Randi sat.
Despite the comfort of the seat, she looked far from comfortable. "Oddly
enough, you are the closest I have considered a 'friend', so I've
considered rewarding your curious nature. I don't think I ever told
anyone this... I'm still not wholly comfortable with the idea of telling
Randi settled in to the chair aboard the ship and her eyes locked on
the Inquisitor, feeling very childlike in her presence. It had been
years since she had heard a good story. "Aww. Thanks. I think you're
swell too ... even with the dismemberment and all," she said as she
offered the woman a warm, genuine smile.
She took a slow deep breath then eased it out. How could she even
begin to explain things, especially to someone as young as Randi who
wouldn't understand the way things used to be. Serine removed the weapon
from her side and uncoiled it between her hands, stretching it out to
display the finely interwoven metal pieces and leather. "This weapon is
called a lightwhip. It is formed with leather strips that are entwined
with Kaiburr Crystal and Mandalorian iron. It is virtually
indestructible... a beautiful... and deadly
weapon." The Inquisitor elegantly toyed with the many coils of the whip,
displaying them to the other as light gleamed from its silver-like
hinges. "The information on how to create this masterpiece has been
lost... nor do I know how to make it. You see, I earned this weapon,
with blood... the blood of my father." Her voice was very soft as she
spoke these words, eyes transfixed upon the weapon as if she was in a
Of all the rumors and stories swirling around the Inquisitor, none
came close to the truth. Randi was dumbfounded by the admission that
Serine had sacrificed her father for the whip and her mouth hung
slightly agape, unable to find the words that would explain exactly what
was she was thinking. "I once had a pet Slice Hound when I was growing
up on Corellia. It urinated all over the carpet and my mother made me
give it up. But she bought me a really awesome toy to cheer me up, so I
kinda understand where you're coming from..." she said, struggling to
make conversation after the shocking revelation.
"Heh... ah... Randi. You continue to remind me why I enjoy your
company. A normal person would... just listen." A sad smile overcame her
features... she never thought about her past unless to use it to fuel
her power in the Force, as it was rather painful and infuriating beyond
control. "I cannot tell you everything... or I may elevate into
devastating fury, but I will tell you mild pieces, but only if you
convince me you will not add to the abundance of rumors about me. I
don't want to have to kill you, I like you too much. Understand?"
"Nuts," Randi bemoaned as she lowered her head dejectedly. She had
hoped to dominate the cafeteria discussions for the next week with the
nuggets she was about to get from Serine. Her plan to be queen of the
lunch room seemed to have been foiled before she got very far. She
sighed, looking up at her and nodding her head. "You got it. I won't say
a word. Maybe a puppet show, but no gossip!" she said honestly, her
familiar smile never too distant.
"No puppet shows." The lightwhip was rested upon her lap as a hand
was lifted to rub the side of her face, Randi, a handful at times, but
no one had ever... 'ever' asked her anything regarding her past. No one
had the courage or the curiosity that Randi had, perhaps why Serine was
drawn to speak to the other regarding it. "I first saw the weapon when I
unfortunately had the displeasure of facing the wielder in combat. I had
never before seen such a craft, nor did I know how to properly defend or
maneuver past the wielder's defenses. That person
was defeated by myself and my previous 'Master', but to the cost of our
near deaths. After that point I fantasized owning the lightwhip, the
power I would gain from wielding it... those thoughts occupied nearly
every moment." Eyes were distant as Serine peered right through Randi,
as if she was looking at a far off object in the distance.
Randi often found herself fantasizing over attractive men on her
homeworld of Corellia, but to each their own, she thought silently to
herself. She nodded once to the woman, not sure what she meant by
'master.' The ways of the Force were unknown to her and she was only a
young child when the Jedi Purge occurred. Remaining quietly, she hung on
each of the woman's words, not wanting to further interrupt.
Hands clutched the whip tightly as visions and memories began to
flood back to her after she unknowingly opened the gates by disclosing
just this little bit of information to Randi. Perhaps this wasn't the
best idea... as she was becoming short of breath and visibly disturbed.
"Story time is over, I have business that needs to be done." Said
sharply as she stood up abruptly. Serine didn't want this to escalate,
but rather just repress the memories, force them deep within the
darkness of her subconscious. Looking dismayed,
she slammed her palm upon the switch to lower the ramp and waited
extremely anxiously to remove herself from the assault ship... as if
desperately needing fresh air despite the air in the interior being
While no one ever accused Randi of being the smartest member of the
Warspite's enigmatic crew, she did know enough not to chase after
the Inquisitor at this moment in time. So, instead she moved to the
cockpit of the Darkened Oblivion and strapped herself into the pilot's
chair. Her gloved hands curled around the flight controls and she pulled
back on the trigger several times, firing imaginery bolts of energy and
imaginary targets as she amused herself.
Inquisitor Thanor stormed down the hallways towards her room, and in
her hushed state, occupants would hastily move aside, sometimes all the
way up so that their backs were pressed firmly to the walls in fear of
even brushing Serine. She was regretting talking to Randi, she knew
better... but a part of her... ugg. She shook her head as eyes glared
feverishly in front of her, all the Inquisitor wished for right now was
some solace in the privacy of her room, to fully suppress these
Waiting patiently outside the Inquisitor's chamber was Lieutenant
Allegra Ames. The young woman had been waiting for nearly half an hour,
but for someone of the Inquisitor's stature she would gladly subject
herself to far more tedious occurrences. As she saw the woman approach,
she immediately regretted her decision and lowered her head, preparing
an excuse that would allow her to leave the scene as quickly as
It was obvious that the Inquisitor was in a foul mood, and the last
time that happened, someone's jaw was broken. Eyes narrowed when she
spotted Allegra practically perched by her door, however, she slowed the
pace a bit to give her more time to compose herself to be slightly more
presentable... as she only assumed Allegra had more information for her.
Serine halted right in front of the woman in a threatening demeanor,
merely inches away. "Lieutenant Ames, your report better be worth my
time." Menacing eyes darted towards her left and right, noticing very
clearly the snoopy onlookers presumably hungry for more rumors to talk
about over dinner. "Get to work!" She nearly snarled before directing
her anger back upon Allegra. "Inside, now." The other woman was all but
shoved inside the Inquisitor's quarters as the door quickly shut behind
them, now affording them privacy. "Your report!"
Allegra squealed as she was hurried inside the Inquisitor's chambers,
having never encountered her in such a manner before. "Milady..." she
began, voice stammering as she tried to regain her composure. "I can see
that you are preoccupied and the matter can most certainly wait," she
explained as her heart began to pound in her chest, fearing that this
might be among her last moments. Eyes darted towards the sealed door,
suddenly feeling very trapped.
"Apparently it was important enough for you to wait outside of my
chambers." Serine had to take a deep breath ... she could see Allegra
was fearing for her life and she had no intention to kill that woman..
but if she didn't calm down, an occurrence could escalate. The
Inquisitor would have too much to lose if Allegra was removed, being the
only person on the ship who was willing to keep her informed. "You have
my full attention, Lieutenant."
Allegra swallowed nervously before uttering so much as a word,
working to regain her composure before speaking. "Milady. I was on the
bridge when I learned that the ship would soon be arriving with the new
garrison," she explained, looking down at the ground nervously. "General
Zethe has begun preparing his ground forces for a new deployment
pattern. I thought you would want to know..." she concluded very softly,
her eyes again looking towards the door.
Allegra's words were considered for a few moments as Serine slowly
nodded her head. Things such as these were good for her to know, and the
Inquisitor was still unsure and angered by the fact that the Admiral
insisted on keeping her in the dark with nearly everything. The last
thing Serine wanted was to lose her eyes and ears on the ship... meaning
Allegra. "You did well, thank you." Trying her best to sooth the
nervousness the other was experiencing, if the Lieutenant was too
fearful to come to Serine, she would lose a vital source. "Is this
garrison going to be deployed upon Brentaal IV?"
"Yes, Milady," Allegra said as she nodded her head to the Inquisitor.
"I am not sure where it will be, deployed, however as Rebel activity has
most been detected in the city of Cormond," she continued, having been
spending more time than she could stand with Meham'ohorovi'cloca as of
late to pick up pieces of information that she could trade for status
with the Inquisitor.
This was actually good news, finally it appeared that the Admiral was
growing some... teeth, but why didn't he just tell her that? It was
aggravating. Miscommunication was removing her effectiveness, she
couldn't even express her disdain to Claudius enough, he already knew
and purposely denied her information. Satisfied, she stepped aside from
the door to allow Allegra access to leave, no longer trapping the poor
girl in like prey. "You are vital to my operations on this ship, that
won't go unrewarded."
"Thank you, Milady," Allegra said with an obedient nod, hurrying from
the Inquisitor's chambers at the fastest speed that would not be
offensive. Once she cleared the threshold, she let out a massive sigh
before a cunning grin formed on her face. She had survived, and she was
moving up. Things finally seemed to be moving in her direction, which
would only inspire her to do more.
After Allegra removed herself from Serine's chambers, her entire
demeanor changed, she sighed softly as she leaned up against the back of
the door, staring quietly at the floor before her, lost in thought. A
right hand absent-mindedly fell to her lightwhip due to habit, that was
coiled in a loop that hung from her side. As her fingers brushed against
the cool iron, she recoiled her hand instantly as if she were in pain...
but not physically, instead due to mental anguish. The whip was snapped
up in her hands and tossed upon her bed as she
turned away from it. She had sold her soul for that weapon, and although
she never regretted it, not once... today she... just rather be without
it for awhile.