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There is a hollowness within. A hole that gapes shamelessly wide and hungers. It makes saliva build in the dark, fangs part, and gradually devours a heart.

The heart does nothing to sate the hunger. Now that’s almost all that can be felt, the gnawing, clawing hunger. Hunger that leaves bright red marks of p…Read more

Sitting in bright light of the noonday sun, Simra settled herself in preparation for her daily meditations. With her reintroduction to the main body of Vanquished Illusions, she had been neglecting her meditations in the rush of new and overwhelming experiences.

…And overwhelming had certainly been the defining word where a certain J…Read more

(AKA, Sailor Sith)

Now Palmira might not have the best grasp on scheduling (she has secretaries and automated reminders for that) but she is quite sure that there was no event on today’s schedule that warranted what was happening. She squinted her eyes at the rose petal that just landed on her nose as the brilliant p…Read more

Kynane wakes up one day, groggy from the recent all-week working session she had pulled for that wretched investigation and immediately freezes. This isn’t where I fell asleep.

She’s not in the medbay, slumped on a bed meant for patients because it was the closest bed to the office she had commandeered from Lo’ammi. If anyth…Read more

Palmira chivvied the little Togruta girl into place on her bed, tucking her in like old memory told her how.

(“Here, Palmira, like this. You want them to feel secured, comforted, not trapped and pinned down.”

“This seems an odd way to comfort a child Ami. Perhaps I should seek out Rie for a second opinion.”

“Rie would tel…Read more

Kynane sighed before politely refusing the drink the waiter had offered. Raw gundark blood garnished with tentacles from an unknown species wasn’t something she was capable of ingesting, despite what the waiters assumed.

“You know, when you told me you had a party all of us should attend I was pretty curious Lo. Now I see…Read more

Kynane sighed before politely refusing the drink the waiter had offered. Raw gundark blood garnished with tentacles from an unknown species wasn’t something she was capable of ingesting, despite what the waiters assumed.

“You know, when you told me you had a party all of us should attend I was pretty curious Lo. Now I s…Read more

You have a number of actions, action points, hit…Read more

His eyes awaken, as a ray of sunlight hit him. Bright, a little painful. Confusion. What time was it? Since when was Dromund Kaas so, bright?

His focus returns as the grogginess of sleep fade, he wasn’t in his usual bedroom, with it’s spacious but rather drab and stuffy grey metallic walls. The walls here were a…Read more

His eyes awaken, as a ray of sunlight hit him. Bright, a little painful. Confusion. What time was it? Since when was Dromund Kaas so, bright?

His focus returns as the grogginess of sleep fade, he wasn’t in his usual bedroom, with it’s spacious but rather drab and stuffy grey metallic walls. The walls here were a…Read more

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Personnel Files: These are Imperial files on Lord Sychar, and obviously weren’t compiled by the Sith himself or his servants. Did he steal them from the Empire at some point? Going by the timestamp, this must have been before the man went rogue. There’s also notes on these documents, appearing to be from someone who was…Read more

Kynane bit down on her lip harshly as the whip descended again, leaving another burning cut over the dozens already there. How many times had Sychar whipped her again? Oh, right, she had lost count at 23, distracted enough by the warm sensation of her blood trailing down her back, to her legs, to her feet, and finally drip drip dripping…Read more

Awareness returns slowly, in flashes and surges as her Sight begins to kick in. The first thing Kynane notices is that she’s cold, and that she’s not got a stitch on her. The second, is that she is bound, held upright by familiar shackles.

“You never stayed down for long, so I’m not surprised my savage Tuk’ata still wakes earlier t…Read more

As Kynane sets foot back on Nar Shaddaa, she instantly gets the feeling she should turn around, get back on her ship, and never return to the wretched planet of her childhood. However, she has a job to do, and no bad feeling (however gut-wrenching) or aching chest wound is going to get in the way of her accomplishing that. She moves…Read more

After the wedding, Kynane goes home. She’s more tipsy than is likely safe, but she feels she has enough experience with being drunk to more than compensate. Hell, she might be a better pilot tipsy than when sober. Though that could be the alcohol talking.

Landing on Dromund Kaas is slightly more complex than it used to h…Read more

Kynane sighed and fingered the ragged ends of her hair with a frown, feeling how straw-like and brittle it was. Her asymmetrical bob cut was looking less like an actual hairstyle and more like she had taken a vibroknife to her hair. Scratch that. It looked more like someone had taken a vibrosword to it from how it felt.

She…Read more

The breeze is cool and light. The sky is a perfect sapphire blue, with puffy clouds liberally spread out across it. The grass beneath her is springy and sweet-smelling, while the flowers in the meadow gently wave in the breeze.

Picturesque and gorgeous, Alderaan has never looked more beautiful than this afternoon. But she…Read more

Kynane carefully made a notation on the flimplast next to her about possible ideas she should investigate further, before the reality of she was doing really hit her.

Kynane then got up from her desk, abandoning her notes, and flopped down on her bed. She couldn’t try to tackle what this meant without some c…Read more

As Kynane rockets towards Dromund Kaas on her stupidly illegal and speedy ship, she spares a moment to idly wonder just how her sisters are going to react to Butler-droid (who had never left their family stronghold before) puttering in with the tank of artificial wombs. The twin fetuses are about six months biologically, and if…Read more

As Kynane rockets towards Dromund Kaas on her stupidly illegal and speedy ship, she spares a moment to idly wonder just how her sisters are going to react to Butler-droid (who had never left their family stronghold before) puttering in with the tank of artificial wombs. The twin fetuses are about six months biologically, and if…Read more

Kynane sips from her teacup.

The Serpent in the tree takes a sip from his.

They remain quiet, savoring the delicious, impossible taste of their tea. Starlight and sweet first love, with a dollop of honey, and a pinch of hope. It is a tea to be savored, for such a concoction is all too rare.

“You know, you really s…Read more

If she had eyes Kynane would’ve blinked at the polite sounding clangs. But since clanging noises were never good on a space-ship that was sitting in space, Kynane pushed the covers off her bed and got up. She grumbled as she toed on her boots, not bothering to change out of her Credit sign patterned cotton p…Read more

And arrived they had. The spires twisted above them, and Kynane could almost…feel…a presence? A hunger? It was magnitudes larger than anything had a right to be, which reminded her of Palmira, so she quickly started ignoring it. They entered into the Spires, and the humans that stood guard parted before Palmira like drunks from a dea…Read more

PT 1

Kynane sat on the dainty, ornately wrought white chair, sipping at the tea in her fine teacup. It had patterns of shattered infinity symbols delicately etched into its bone white surface with gold.

She sighed, feeling the constraint of the steel-boned corset hug her ribcage tighter at the motion. Kynane…Read more

Kynane sits in her comfortable chair, looking blankly at the ridiculously well stocked bar she had on her ship.

Every conceivable alcohol drink is there in plain sight, gleaming bottles glinting temptingly from behind a thin force field she’d been forced to erect after a bad dogfight had seen her entire stock on the f…Read more

Every conceivable alcohol drink is there in plain sight, gleaming bottles glinting temptingly from behind a thin force field she’d been forced to erect after a bad dogfight had seen her entire stock on the floor from her evasions. T…Read more

Every conceivable alcohol drink is there in plain sight, gleaming bottles glinting temptingly from behind a thin force field she’d been forced to erect after a bad dogfight had seen her entire stock on the floor from her evasions. T…Read more

Every conceivable alcohol drink is there in plain sight, gleaming bottles glinting temptingly from behind a thin force field she’d been forced to erect after a bad dogfight had seen her entire stock on the floor from her evasions. T…Read more

Every conceivable alcohol drink is there in plain sight, gleaming bottles glinting temptingly from behind a thin force field she’d been forced to erect after a bad dogfight had seen her entire stock on the floor from her evasions. T…Read more