Logged Jan 27, 2001
Logged by Borealis
Titled: Jumpy Jumps
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On the bridge of her ship, Darth Talon sits in the commander's
chair. While she is capable of actually running the bridge, this
time, she does not, allowing her hand selected Captain Vaask the
actual duties. Amber eyes ponder the view port with deep intent.
A finger rests upon one sallow cheek as Chai'tyn Zaan leans on her
elbow, the pointy short heels of her boots dangling one over the
other above the deck from her elevated seat. No beings look at her,
though they feel the yoke of her presence at every maneuver that
brings them closer to Republic space. Closing her eyes, she reaches
out with her mind to pluck out the crew's fears relishing each one
like a sweet treat.
The Tengu Class vessel jumps its next step in its Flying Demon
fashion the long trek to Republic space. This being a long-range
patrol shuttle it has little need of refueling but the navigations
are easier in smaller chunks than single mammoth leaps through
light. Boris is seated at the sensor station obtaining ships
telemetry getting a rare chance to field observe one of his
creations in action. His breathing is uneven in his own excitement
at the vessels performance.
Caressing each mind, and draining her own mental nectar from them,
Talon comes finally to her beloved Borealis. Nothing feeds her
hunger so well as a brilliant consciousness tripping on adrenaline,
as she received from the alchemist engineer. A sly smile builds as
she straightens her brooding posture to something more regal.
"Boris..." she says aloud but quiet. Though her words focus on his
mind and to him she sounds as if she is right next to his ear.
"Come. Sit next to me." There are no seats near her, only the
platform at her feet like the dais in a throne room.
Borealis's is excited by the trip in an almost carnal way that his
mistress notice him and call him by name above all other slaves at
her beck excites him further. His mind in trusting naive fashion
thinks highly of his mistress. He has seen and dealt with many of
the Sith gods but she has always drawn his best work from him. He
rises in obedience form the seat leaving the data recorder to get
his precious telemetry data for latter musings, "Yes Mistress."
He vocalizes briefly his consent to as always do her will for he
lives but to further her cause and make her better than the other
scum that call themselves of the Sith. He takes quick note of no
ordinary seat and lowers himself to sit beside her feet. His face
turns to look up at her and his thoughts are clearly straining to
sense if she is pleased with his sitting and obedience.
A sinewy hand reaches down to strokes Borealis head with the tips
of long, sharp nails. "My new ship pleases me, Boris," Talon tells
him in her alto tones with elongated vowels and rolling r's.
"We'll make quite an impressive entrance to Coruscant." Her
fingers entwine what hair is on his head and gently tug it back
and forth for emphasis as she says, "I -love- it when you -make-
me look good. But..." His hair is let loose and a nail's edge
encircles one ear. "WHY must we make -so- -many- JUMPS!" she snaps
with impatience.
Borealis leans his head into her scritchings in an almost catlike
fashion and purrs an, "Mmmmmmm" of his pleasure that he receives
as his measure of the pleasure she experiences. His mind gloats
over the awesome sight he knows their arrival will be and how the
Jedi may bow to her superior technology at their mere arrival. He
tilts his head and his breath catches as she enscorcels his ear.
And then the compass needle turns as she spits out her impatience,
"My Mistress, Coruscant is far from Corellia and further still
from Teta. The Tengu is capable of performing it in a single jump,
but the crews were acting on your will to get there the fastest
ay. And in space that is not always nor in this instance, a
straight line." He imparts the information with out daring to look
at her and in meek tone not wishing to presume she has any
ignorance on any topic. He nuzzles her hand hoping she will forget
such mundane things as astrogation logic.
Chai'tyn thumps Borealis skull with the back of her hand
perfunctorily. "Don't talk back to me, worm!" Her anger evades her
controls, Talon wielding it like a melee weapon gone wild. The
bridge seems to cringe as one as each of her slave crew, no matter
their station within their caste, feels their fellow receive his
mistress displeasure. With dissembling just as swift, her caresses
resume. "Find a more economical path for our return, and you will
be forgiven. Now...I want to tell you what you are to do when we
are at the Republican's stronghold." She pinches the top of her
favorite Borealis ear slightly. "Are you listening?"
Borealis takes his lump silently cursing himself for not knowing
when to keep his trap shut. He self vows to be better about
determining when a question she asks is to him or when it is to
the dark force itself. His head bobs at the strike, not in
avoidance but in reaction to the pressure itself and is thankful
when she so easily restores her calm and makes clear means for
redemption. Ah a puzzle, that was indeed his realm faster way back
yes....His mind reels and struggles for attention as she goes on
to other most important topics. Although he is listening his mind
had wandered when the guilty pinch seizes him. He opens his mouth
to speak but thinking better of it given her recent order to not
talk, just nods his head in affirmative that she does now has his
complete attention and he is listening.
"Good." With her power, Chai'tyn distracts the peripheral
attention of the others. Her words are only for Borealis now and
only he can hear her. She rises, turning to face him on the riser
with a languorous stretch. "Obviously, with the Nocturne's size,
this is not to be a mission of stealth. We are emissaries, not
spies. I am to lull the Republic into complacency and while I am
doing that, you are to learn all you can of their fleets and
gather this information unto me. Can you do such a thing, Boris?
Can you pretend to be more than you are?" She bends towards him,
running a finger under his chin to look into his eyes.
Borealis again opens his mouth to speak but gapingly catches
himself and merely nods a subdued nod careful to keep her finger
in contact with his chin as if he not only likes it but is afraid
of what would occur should he break it. His mind scrabbles about
such command as more than he is. Till then he had confidence but
how can he be more than is. He lets his worry go trusting that if
she has chosen him for this he has with in him the ability to do
as she wills. He nods again with more confidence.
"Good," she repeats stroking his chin like a pet who has learned
to be housebroken. "I know I can trust you, my dear, sweet,
brilliant Boris." Praise is used by Darth Talon like anything
else, to captivate and manipulate and she could sense that her
lackey needed a dose of it just then. She lays it on with the
skill of a craftsman. "For the purpose of this mission, you will
be my advisor. You will act accordingly. Show me your usual
respect, but you must be bold in your treatment of their servants.
Understood?" Expecting no more than another nod, she continues.
"Good." She drops his chin from her finger tip and walks back to
her throne-like chair to sit. "Now, I will allow you any
questions you might have."
Borealis soaks in her words as if a man that thirsts for them
alone though with in he digests them to discern meaning and use
from them, not spies and yet spy, slave and yet bold. Yes she was
right he could do this, no one knew ships like he did and he knew
himself to be superior to her other slaves it would be easy matter
to act superior to the servants of the Jedi. He nods as expected
and is a little saddened as she breaks physical contact with him
and moves the sight distance to the chair. His mind distracted as
she expects now questions from him, "You have been to Coruscant
before. These heathen, how will they receive us?" There that was
a good question surely; he yearns that it pleases her.
"Before, we have skulked in like unwanted vermin. This time, we
shall enter as guests." Talon's pride brims from within her being.
"Their Jedi want to unite with us. And unite we shall, but not as
they envision it. The might of the Thethu clan will engulf them!"
Her fervor for her people's success is let loose now, for later
she will have to suppress it, in front of the enemy. "But until
our time comes, we shall be received by them with open and...
loving arms." Her lips curl in disgust at the notion. Her hand
resumes contact with Borealis head, stroking her pet again to
reassure him. "They will be courting us like a lover, Boris. The
Republic wants to meld with us...to eliminate us within
themselves through their passivity."
Borealis listens as it seems his question has lead her to thoughts
she enjoys, thoughts of a dark future with much credit of the
conquest going to her. He leans into her touch scooting closer to
raise his head higher and more accessible, "Lovers may be easily
manipulated as their minds clog and blind wit emotion. Perhaps the
Jedi will see us for what they wish us to be rather than the cold
dark reality of their doom."
A dark chuckle burbles forth from Chai'tyn. "My, how clever you
are, Boris." Though her words praise him and are true, her tone is
laced with condescension, some anger at his possibly being -too-
clever under the surface of her thoughts. She continues to pet her
soft-haired little brainiac, while her orange eyes return to the
view port. Soon, they would be leaving hyperspace for the last time
before coming to the heart of their enemy, Coruscant. "But tell me,
Boris. What do you know of lovers? Has my little genius been
dallying with the kitchen wenches? Or perhaps some bubble-brained
seamstress? Hmmmm?" she taunts him with cruel little questions
meant to pluck his self-esteem from his heart.
Borealis too late realizes the other implications of his words,
that he has dallied and knows of lovers and manipulations or worse
that he manipulates her. If it is so it is not a conscious deceit
but his survival instinct is strong and his clever psyche may hid
such truths even from himself in preservation, "I have no time for
such dalliances my mistress. My flesh exists but to house this
tool of yours and to take pleasure or pain as you will it at your
touch." He tries to recover. "I as the jedi will be have in
distant past been wrong end of a lovers pact and so know what
blindness and madness are." He nuzzles at her palm hungrily
seeking forgiveness and affirmation.
Not that ever there was warmth within Chai'tyn Zaan to cool, but
now she grows cold as Hoth in winter, lifting her hand from his
head and withdrawing her touch. "Methinks you presume too much,
slag. Do you really think I care what little tramps share your
nights? No. So longs as you continue to bring me such work as
this," she says, transferring her caresses to the aux panel at
her reach, running long fingers over the Nocturns elegant controls.
"Then you serve me well. Now, go back to your telemetry studies.
If you can't find ways to improve her speed on this trip, then it
was a waste to bring you along."
Borealis sulks distraught at being so dismissed and referred to as
waste. He merely nods having not the steady enough voice to give
words to his leave taking. He mopes to his feet and shuffles back
to the sensor station grasping the back of the seat there for
support before giving a last glance back at his goddess, "As you
wish mistress." He slumps to seat and tries as always to loose
his sorrow and loneliness in his work.
**Curtain**
