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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 18:51:38 GMT -5
Abaddon's expression did not even change. "I see," he said. He was thinking for a moment. "I wonder... when did this start for you? These battles between your own conciousness and the Force's will?" All of his questions would have a purpose here.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 19:04:15 GMT -5
Lady Natcha looked at him. "Well lets see, I first loss control when I was when I was eighteen. I; as the Dark Avatar that is, attacked and killed my mother. So that would be seven years ago. But I have always heard the Force. It is not the same as you hear it. You hear the mediclorians in you cells telling you the will of the Force. Sense I first remember I have always heard a whisper which was different." Lady Natcha had a hard time explaining it, but to her it was like a person in her skull that spoke on rare occasions. If someone did not witness the fact of a possession, then they very well may have suspected she was just crazy. "However I have learn to control it more over the years. I have created many barriers in my own mind which I us to keep me in control and it out." Lady Natcha leaned back and waited for the next question.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 19:33:14 GMT -5
Abaddon looked at her, a bit of shock crept on his face. "Are you sure your completely, biologically human?" he asked, seriously. He almost looked as though this was indeed some severely interesting new.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 19:41:37 GMT -5
Lady Natcha laughed. "What do you mean? I had a Dathomir Witch mother, and I am almost sure I had a Dathomir Slave father." She never knew her father because he was a slave just like other males on Dathomir. "But I have never had a genetic test. I am always called human, I believe I am human, so I must be human. I am sure not Chimera." She was wonder why he asked that, she did not think it was that strange.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 19:48:44 GMT -5
Abaddon now was speaking to himself, in whispers. "Thats... just not possible..." he said to himself. He looked at her, and his eyes were focussed on her, slitted. "You know nothing of your father?" he asked. "Aside an assumption that he was a Dathomari slave?"
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 20:04:39 GMT -5
Lady Natcha looked at him. "No, we Dathomir do not see males more then slaves. I assumbed he was dead by the time I was born." She looked at him strange. "Why, are you asking, I am answering yours I think you owe me an explaination." She was wondering what was going on in that mans head.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 20:28:45 GMT -5
Abaddon sighed. "I suppose I do owe you that much," he said. Now, where to begin? "You know how a Chimera has unusual brain paterns that opens us to the Dark Side to the force rather unusually, correct?" he asked.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 20:43:14 GMT -5
Lady Natcha looked at him. "Yes, but the Chimera are ancient and I don't have any of the genetic signs of them." She realizes that he was thinking she was a genetic experiment. "And I don't now if anyone senses me have had that level of Sith Alchemy sense the old Sith Lords." Lady Natcha was really wondering what he was thinking.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 20:49:47 GMT -5
"Yes, there are only three people in Galactic history who have ever had that power aside from yourself and everyone of them has been a Chimera," he said, looking seriously at her. "Besides, I don't know how far back or how long we keep the genetic traits that are openly visible, such as our Reptillian eyes. But have you noticed that while our description says Reptillian eyes, Nebi's eyes are just the slightest bit different? They are more feline." He sighed. "The point I'm making is I am not ruling out the possiblities that you are more then a 'human.'"
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 21:18:30 GMT -5
Lady Natcha thought about it, but being a Chimera did not sound possible. Her mother had been a leader of the Misty River Clan and she would not have looked at males more then slaves. "Well, whatever the reason for this curse, I am stuck with it. I remember you asked what brings it out. Well, several things well. The primary is overuse of my powers because I become physically exhausted. Then I find it hard to keep in from being trapped in my mind like I showed you but in a much stronger trap. The second is if I get to emotional because ones emotions fuel the Force. The more emotional I get the easier the Force has in finding ways around my barriers. The final one will sound the strangest to you, but death." She opened the stomach section of her robes. He skin was smooth and did not show any signs of being stabbed by a lightsaber. "When Ja'ak stabbed me right hear, I died; however when I entered the Void I was sent back but the Dark Side controlled my body. I only got control back when I realized a powerful blast which inturn destroy all those blocks on Nar Shaddaa.” She closed the robes and looked at him. “What else you want to know.” She sat ready to answer.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 21:32:11 GMT -5
Abaddon would have asked, but he was drawn to that last case. "Regeneration," he said. He paused, sitting down for a moment. "You... you are an extremely powerful individual. I don't think there is much more I can ask. This is already far beyond my comprehension levels."
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 21:46:34 GMT -5
Lady Natcha could tell he was shocked that by what happens when the Force controlled her. "Well, if you say so. I would rather be weaker and complete control of my body. Being an Avatar makes it hard to live." Lady Natcha was shocked he did not ask which aspect of the Force took over her or what abilities where amplified by the Possession. But he may not understand the Force to get his small mind around just the level that the Force operates.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 21:50:29 GMT -5
"Could be worse," said Abaddon. She might not be able to see how, but Abaddon had entire history lessons on how it could be worse.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2008 22:13:26 GMT -5
Lady Natcha looked at him. "Your right, it could be, but given the choice I would choice a normal live." She looked at him. "So, you said I need to get Nebi out of the Sith. I well try to convince her to go into hiding or renounce the order. But I am going to stand my ground against this wave." Lady Natcha got up headed for the door because he said he did not have anymore questions. "One last thing. I hope that other members are a little more willing to work with me, not against me like your pet Dragon. He was luck that kid stopped the fight in the early stage." Good luck with your report.
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Post by Christopher Enyar on Jan 23, 2008 22:38:49 GMT -5
"That kid?" said Abaddon with a laugh. "I'm going to tell you something. That kid is older then you. Hell, I'm older then you. And Leon is way older then you." He thought for a moment. "In fact, every one of us is older then you." He shook his head. "Some of us freakishly old." He sighed. "But the orginisation is not going to deal with the Sith. Or the Republic. Or any orginisation. In fact, if things are going to plan, then any moment-" There were a bunch of explosions that could be heard outside. A ton of them. All over. "Too late," said Abaddon, with a sigh. "No time, you have to leave now. We all do."
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