Welcome to the Imperial Mental Health Clinic.
We look forward to working with you and serving the proud beings of the Reconstructed Galactic Empire. Non-Imperials may also request psychological services.
We provide psychological testing and assessments, indvidudal and group therapy, psychiatric consultations (for those who require psychotropic meds), and career counseling, among other psychological services.
Before your first session, you will be required to sign a consent to psychological services form: http://tinyurl.com/Consent-Form
Please check in with our Wookiee secretary, Rakankoo, to either make an appointment or before your scheduled appointment begins (he has a mini translator droid, W2-X, built into his desk: http://selarips.free.fr/wookieetranslator/ ).
((OOC: Feel free to manipulate Rakankoo. But be careful, he tends to rip arms off beings who piss him off or cause a ruckus in his waiting room area. Do not loiter in the waiting room. If you want to hand out, proceed to the lounge area.))
Absolutely no admittance into either the therapy rooms while a patient/client is in session or the private offices.
There is a lounge area where beings may relax and discuss whatever. The lounge is furnished with couches and is attended by a grumpy female Gamorrean, Petunia, who carries an axe and speaks both basic and Gamorrese ( http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Gamorrese ).
((OOC: You may manipulate her as well)).
Refreshments are available upon request.
((OOC: The waiting room and lounge is open to all, so if you enter the clinic while a therapy session is in progress, you will only be able to access either the waiting room or lounge. Beings in the session rooms or private offices will not be able to hear those in the waiting room or lounge and vice versa.))
Privacy and confidentiality are crucial to the therapy process, and we will guard your privacy and confidentiality at all costs (this privacy is endorsed and enforced by Empress Athena).
We are also dedicated to honoring diversity (i.e., the values of all species, cultures, Force affiliations, and religions.)
Jan 4, 2009 9:35 AM | Report Abuse reply
After spending time with his daughter and getting some much needed rest, Stymie returned to his Mental Health Clinic. He was still tired, but there was much to do. Most importantly, he could rest easy knowing his daughter, whom Mookiee has named Nyx, was healthy and safe. He checked on her regularly through encrypted means.
And after JC-33 had verified Athena was not on Corellia, Stymie changed the droid's mission to protecting his daughter. He has re-activated the Sith artifact droid's person to that of the aloof, bumbling personality that most were used to. In that persona, JC-33 has no recollection of the Sith droid persona. That would make Nyx feel safe. Well, safer. She was still very skittish. Her first exposure to life had been to a world of danger. This saddened Stymie.
He took comfort knowing that should his daughter be endangered in any way, the droid would revert to it's originally Sith droid programmed...with its sole purpose to protect his daughter.
Lt. CMDR Maris was still on Corellia, and Athena's Revenge was still cloaked in orbit around the planet. SK no longer had any reason to maintain martial law on the planet. Stymie would do something about that soon.
Rakankoo was happy to see him. He felt the same. The new clinic looked fantastic.
He retreated to his office and started getting back to work.
Jan 4, 2009 12:42 PM | Report Abuse reply
Stymie played with his daughter.
Nyx, in a safe and remote location,, however, thought she was playing with a droid, JC-33, which she was. But since the same ancient sith artifact material that had been used to make the droid was the same metal used for Stymie's mecho-arm and his cyber-eye, both of which has been infused into his central nervous system, he essentially shared a consciousness with the droid. And Stymie could assume control of the droid's consciousness, become the droid in a sense, whenever he wished. Except of course when the droid's default Sith persona was active.
The infant cooed as Stymie tickled her little belly. Her giggles and smiles filled Stymie with a happiness that he had not felt since before his wife and children were killed during the time of Palpatine's rule.
Stymie eventually let JC-33 re-assume control of it's conscious, and he return to work.
He informed Rakankoo he was ready to take on clients again, and the wookiee went about making appointments.
Stymie reviewed files and session JC-33 and his other psych techs had worked on since he had been away. It seemed like ages ago.
He checked to see who had completed the mandatory Imperial psychologcal assessment. Progress on that was proceeding slower than he would have liked. But it was progress nonetheless.
He would need to discuss the matter with Athena.
Athena. She was still missing. But he had always known she would return. Hi visions of her future assured it. This incident was a mere hiccup, metaphorically speaking.
What bothered him most was how the RGE infrastructure had become fractured since her departure. The chain of command without Athena was crumbling due to infighting and bids for power, especially between Lonfire and SK.
As Stymie had known all along, Athena was keep to the Galaxy's unity.
Jan 5, 2009 8:19 AM | Report Abuse reply
A holo-comm then came into Stymie from Lt. CDR Maris, who was still working to keep the peace in Corellia.
She was essentially the only Imperial in charge on the planet. SK had abandoned it and left it in Martial Law, thus outraging the citizens even further.
"What news do you have from Corellia, CDR?" Stymie was growing tired of playing "soldier." Although he slipped into the role all to easy...as he had been trained.
Lt. CDR Maris, in her beaten and worn commando gear, looked grim yet determine. She was very strong willed and often disobedient.
"Stymie, I mean Sir, the crowds have died down considerably, especially since...she paused, I took it upon myself to discontinue martial law. I have also told them of how the GJO had somehow found and/or repaired Centerpoint station and stolen from them. I assured them the Empire would correct this clear violation of their safety."
Interesting, Stymie thought. And bold. There might be repercussion for such an act...SK may become very upset. But he felt she did the right thing, although he could not say so openly.
Instead he gave her a disapproving look. "Well, what's done is done, CDR. Keep me updated on the situation there."
Before closing the work he added, "And good work with the maintaining the peace." Stymie saw her allow herself a small grin before he cut the connection.
Then he felt something...Athena's presence in the Force had returned. She was...somewhere. Stymie tried to reach her TTF and also send a message on their private comlink frequency they shared. She had not answered the first time he did so.
Jan 5, 2009 9:43 AM | Report Abuse reply
Although Stymie is not very skilled and Force Telepathy, he is very skilled at picking on emotions.
He senses that Athena has received his call, and that she is...fine. It's a short, cryptic message, but the emotions behind it are strong. He sighs in relief, confident, as he has always been, she will return.
Stymie then decided to take a break from the paperwork he is catching up on and get some lunch. Afterwards, he will play with his daughter again. He smiles as he thinks of her.
Jan 5, 2009 10:53 AM | Report Abuse reply
Stymie arrives at his also, scans his agenda and client list and makes preparations.
Now that he is around to oversee the psych. evaluations, he is pleased with the increased progress in that area.
His informants alert him Athena is back...now in her throan room. He would go visit her soon. he had much to tell her.
But he also needed to contact Lt. CDR Maris on Corellia. As a very independent person, she did not report in as much as Stymie would have liked.
He opened a holo-comm to her.
Jan 6, 2009 8:32 AM | Report Abuse reply
Stymie returned from the hidden location where he was keeping his daughter safe. When not in his office, that's where he spent most of his time. He was still very paranoid about her...and afraid others would try to nab her. Stymie had, for a long time, felt he was a danger to those he loved...ever since his wife, son, and daughter were executed by Palpatine's minions...so long ago.
He pondered the event from the Beach Club last night. He had an interesting conversation with a clone from the Clone Wars era, like himself. Nate had also reconnected some with the Mando culture, something Stymie had felt a longing to do. He felt a side of himself was missing, perhaps it was him Mandalorian heritage. However, he was also part Zeltron. Perhaps he should attempt to get to know that culture as well?
He would contact Nate again.
Stymie could not help but feel the disturbance in the Force from the battle at the beach club. He was drawn to this disturbance, but when he arrived, he only caught the very end.
He was pretty sure he knew why Athena went there to pick a fight with Tuskers, although she would not admit it to him. He talked to her after the fight, helped to calm her down. She was always Crystal when she was with him, whether she admitted that to herself or not.
Stymie had no problem devotion to the Sith, but he did not like the influence Lonefire had on her. He, in Stymie's view, was not devoted to the Empire and the unity of the galaxy. He was devoted only to himself...and wanted to instill that same value in Athena. And she played the role at times. But she was much more empathic than she would admit to herself. Her actions betrayed her in that sense.
And it was crucial to the galaxy that she maintain her empathy.
Ad Stymie would test it...soon. He had called her on her desire to destroy Jedi. She denied it...lied to his face. This saddened Stymie. And of course she had known Stymie knew she was lying
He also ran into Sekhment, who he was developing a burgeoning friendship with. She imparted some soothing words of wisdom on him concerning his...handicap. She was a good person, and a strong women.
He was also preparing her to join the Secret Order of the PooBahs ((OOC: an order of knowledge nobody knows about)). She was almost ready to meet with the Grand Master of the Order. He had to fist be certain she would not betray their secrets.
She had also previously told him about the Matukai Order. This philosophy of the Order intrigues him, and he had sent a message to the Master of the order, Annie, to inquire about possibly training with them. But he was not sure it was a good fit for him. He was willing to give it a try, however.
In his office, Stymie sent out some other important business comms. He checked on the status of the Imperial Psychological Evaluations. He was pleased with the results there.
He also checked his list of client for today. The weekly group therapy for Stormtrooper veterans suffering from Post Traumatic Stress due to physical and mental abuses inflicted Darth Vader was today.
He also noted his work with Kejn would resume soon. He liked the man. The Empire needed him too. And by extension, so did Athena.
They would hold their session in his old office, adjacent to the newly constructed clinic ( http://tinyurl.com/old-RGE-clinic ).
Stymie would soon get to work updating more paperwork, and then to his caseload for the day.
But for now, he sat in his mediation couch in his office and slipped into a Force Trance, calming himself through the Force. Clearing his mind of....everything. There was only the Force now.
Jan 7, 2009 7:26 AM | Report Abuse reply
Stymie begins his daily routine at the Clinic. Slow day, only a few clients.
He does see, however, that Athena has finally completed her assessment. He reads it with interest...and grins at some of her more sarcastic remarks. 'F'ing Hotpants,' he thinks to himself.
She also included a post-it (OOC: yes, there are post-its in the SW Universe) for a suggested change in the assessment. Stymie nod his head, agreeing with her critique. He'll fix that soon.
He also has still to complete and distribute the psychological test. He sighs...just doesn't feel like it right now. Maybe Athena was right, and he does need a break.
He feels another disturbance....from the Beach Club....AGAIN. He chooses to sit this one out, tend to matters at his clinic.
Reports from CDR Maris are good. He sends her a quick comm. to commend her actions and tell her to carry on until proper relief is sent. He will talk to Athena about that soon.
He then goes to the lounge to drink some coffee and talk with Petunia, who is always amusing...and Rakankoo, if he can coax the Wookiee away from his work and get him to relax some.
Jan 8, 2009 8:59 AM | Report Abuse reply
((OOC: experimenting with 1st person posts))
I usual, Rakankoo has my coffee waiting for me in my office. I managed to get him to relax with Petunia and me some yesterday, but he soon insisted he must get back to his work at the desk. He's been helping me draft and edit the psychological test I will soon employ with the Imperial mental health system.
It's good to have a guy who is so dedicated and driven. But I still would like to get that stick out of his but. Maybe I should take him drinking sometime? Does he drink.
I read the report from Maris. Same ol' on Corellia. She also sent a note she is getting anxious for her relief. I'm sure I can figure out why. She is still very impatient. Maybe an extended stay on Corellia might do her good?
Progress with Kejn has been slow. But there is progress. I would like to loosen him up too, get him to see past my role as a therapist. Then I can reallu begin my work. He seems confused and lost in regards to his place in the galaxy...and especially inthe Empire. I have some ideas to help him with that, if he'd be open to it.
A more full client load today, including a group therapy session for former Force sensitive Imperial who have unexplicably lost their connection to the Force. Pretty mysterious, but I suspect psychological reason. There are precedences for occurances like this. But why so many such cases in the Empire?
Athena has been avoiding coming to see me. I can guess why that may be too--based on our last conversation at the Beach Club. She will come though.
I will also be meeting with Annie today, who has allowed me to learn the way of the Matukai. I'll have Rakankoo ready my ship, The Telemachia, soon.
First, I want to enjoy my coffee and mediate on the Force.
I'm finding it hard not to pour a shot in liquor in my coffee.
Jan 9, 2009 8:08 AM | Report Abuse reply
OOC: Cool post!
*Athena enters the lobby and walks to Rakankoo*
I believe I had an appointment for sometime today.
*Rakankoo presses some keys on the computer*
ah'sc coorcrcro, ah shhucao waoowh'ao cwowo rooohu acworcwo. ohoohuanwa rooohu anahorwo aooo coaacwowahuanwo wwoorc ra waahwwwwworcwowhao wararo?
*Athena shakes her head when W2-X pipes in*
i'm sorry, i just don't see you here. would you like to schedule for a different day?
*Athena glares at the droid*
No, I want to schedule for today.
*The Wookiee grumbles something that W2-X happily translates*
ahscakworcahraanc! aoacahwhor aoacworo oarawh shhucao caoooscak oohoworc rawhrooowhwo rawhwa rrwoao aoacwoahrc ooohwh ohraro shhucao rhwooarahucwo aoacworo oarawh hucwo aoacwo wwoorcoawo! rhhuanan oarcraak!
imperials! think they can just stomp over anyone and get their own way just because "they can use the force"! bull crap!
*Athena growls*
You might want to turn that thing off
*Rakankoo actually seemed pleased. Before W2-X was shut down*
ohacro, ooww oaoohurccwo, rooohurc acahrracwhwocc. ah ohoohuanwa rhwo acoowhoorcwowa.
why, of course, your highness. i would be honored.
*Athena smiled*
So, when is Dr. Stymie available?
*Rakankoo intoned*
ah oarawh coaacwowahuanwo rooohu ahwh...raoaaohuraananro, rcahrracao whoooh. acahc raakakooahwhaoscwowhao oarawhoawoananwowa: caorcraahrracao aooo aoacwo ahwhcrawhahaorarcahhusc. aoacoohurracao acwo ohrac wararcaoac horawaworc rcwochurcrcwooaaowowa. ohahanan aoacworo whwohoworc anworarcwh.
*Athena's eyes widen*
Well, I can't say I'm upset...I'll just move along.
*She walks down the hallway to Stymie's office. Seeing her old friend, she smiles*
Ah, Rocket Head! Good to see you again! Sorry I've been awhile...Imperial duties.
*She takes a seat on a couch, sighing happily*
Jan 9, 2009 4:50 PM | Report Abuse reply
((OOC: Ok, try number two. I had a fairly large post going and lost it. And I happened to like what I wrote...arrgh...curse you Gremlins. Well, I vow not to post larger posts in the post thread themselves anymore and save as I go. Really great post. Your always added some humorous moments. Loved the interaction with Rakankoo))
I bring my ship down close to the clinic near my private entrance. I prefer the walk through the grass, in leiu of using large clinic floating landing, via repulsorlifts, and then taking an elevator down to the ground level clinic.
As I walk, I focus on my thoughts on breathing in and out the cool air of Bastion, letting it expand and contact my lings. I always preferred colder weather. It somehow has always made me feel more vibrant and alive. Less sluggish. A sharp breeze stings my face a little. The pain reminds me I'm alive. But then again, my arm is always in pain. The ancient Sith artifact mechno-arm, made of the same substance that was use to create my cyber-eye and JC-33, that was grafted to my arm and central nervous system so many years ago by my old Grey Paladin Jedi Master, De'em-Cauf Uraan, without my consent, never really took to me. It knows I'm not a Sith and always tries to impose its dark presence on me. The price I pay for resisting is constant pain.
For that reason alone I would have been justified in killing Master Uraan. But I still believed he was training me for the greater good, to bring down Palpatine's Empire, who had killed my family when I refused to wipe out an innocent species on an world in the unknown regions just so the Empire could set up a stronghold in the region. It just didn't make sense. These people, as did most in the Unknown Regions then, knew nothing of and did not care about the budding war between the Empire and the Rebellion.
Yes, it was my old apprentice who told me the truth about what the Empire did to my family. It had not been a Rebel attack on a civilian center in Imperial City. Every time I close my eyes I can still still the mangled and scorched bodies of my wife, Elfora, and my first daughter, Eillena, as well and the charred skeletal remains of my newborn son, Durrst, who I had never met. I missed his birth while fighting for the Empire.
Every time.
However, it was when I learned my old and only Master was actually a failed Sith apprentice of Darth Sidious that decided to and eventually did, kill him.
I tried to think of happier times. Like the time I spent playing with my daughter last night. She always brings me such joy. I only hope we will be able to find a cure for her...affliction someday. I allow myself to daydream of her playing with Crystal's unborn child. A son, if her visions are correct. Then again, I'm not sure I'd want Athena, and the crowd she spends time with, to influence my daughter. I would want her to be fully informed before choosing her own path. Not being manipulated to follow a path not of her own choosing.
I'm not saying Crystal has not chosen her own path. And I have no problem with her lifestyle as a Sith. She is a strong, capable woman. I just can't endorse the increasingly fascist and fear based tactics that Athena, and through her actions, which practically mandate such methods, the Empire is using to exert, to demand control and obedience. How can she be making these same mistakes as previous Sith Lords?
And then her distracting agenda to wipe out the Sith. She is slipping further into this type of thinking. I can feel it. And it is the path in Seer vision that WILL lead to the undoing of the galaxy.
As I continue my walk, JC-33 following silently behind me, I take in the red hued Bastion Atmosphere. In the near distance, I can see the Throne Room complex. I have come to find the red sky comforting and soothing to the eyes. Though I'm sure many associate it with war and death. But red is also the color of love and warmth. It's when people get stuck on one end of the spectrum that they loose themselves. I've seen it with my clients again and again.
I've seen it with myself.
((OOC: this is a long post, so I'll break it into 2 posts))
Jan 10, 2009 1:26 PM | Report Abuse reply
OOC: This is AMAZING stuff, Stymie! Bring more, bring more!
Jan 10, 2009 2:40 PM | Report Abuse reply
((OOC: oops. Lots of typos, of course. But one important one I need to "edit."
1st line of the 4th paragraph from the bottom should read, "And then her distracting agenda to wipe out the JEDI," not Sith.))
Jan 10, 2009 6:59 PM | Report Abuse reply
((OOC: Part 2: here we go again))
Rakankoo, always the first one there, growls a hello without breaking stride from his work. Petunia also waves and batts her eyelashes at me as she tidies up the lounge area. And was she wearing lipstick? Quite a contrast with the axe she always carries. Her body language and the pheromones she was giving off indicating she was flirting with me. I held back a gag reflex and send comforting pheromones her way to cover up my disgust.
The new, young human male janitor, however, barely ackowledge me.Just a slight expressionless head nod. I can't seem to get a bead on his emotions. Maybe he is just in a neutral state? I have looked into him, and he cleans all over the Imperial complexes. He must have gained some kind of security clearance for that work. He seems to prefer hoods that conceal his face, not too uncommon a fashion. But the paranoid aspect of me makes me suspicious. And I notice that he seems to be hiding a well built physique under baggy clothing. But he does not have any wepaons on him. No real ill will, or good will toward me that I can detect. But he always manages to be cleaning in my clinic when I arrive each day. Maybe that just how his schedule is. I don't even know his name. i will make a note to see what his deal is. maybe mandate his comes see me for a 'session' or two.
I briefly stop at Rakankoo's desk, purposely leaning against it in a way that slightly moves his impeccably organized desk. He stops and looks up at me with weary irritation.
"Ahcwh'ao aoacahc anahaoaoanwo shooorwo ooww rooohurcc rrwoaoaoahwhrr ra anahaoaoanwo ooanwa rhro whoooh?"
I stiffle a laugh as WX-2 explains that Rakankoo wants to know if I think this joke was getting old by now.
"I understand what he said just find, you glorified piece of furniture," I say to the desk/translating droid.
"Well," WX-2 says, "It is hardly shameful to be called furniture. In fact, some of the most famous..." Even Rakankoo whined a small chuckle as WX-2 carries on.
"Hey, Rakankoo," I said.
He practically begged me not to tell another bad joke.
Pretending not to hear him, as I always do, I say, "What is the most popular song in the Sith version of the movie Grease?" ((OOC: yes, the SW Universe watches Grease...also the joke is a clear Jacen Solo YJK homage))
Rakankoo just rolls his eyes waiting for my inevitable answer. "SITHed Lightning!"
Rakankoo throws a crumpled peace of flimsi at my head and petunia laughs, if her belching is indeed a laugh, harder than the bad joke warrants, and I continue to my office, JC-33 still trailing silently behing me, while singing "Go, Sithed ightnin' you're burnin' up the Jedi's robes. Sithed lightnin', go Sithed lightnin'" in a bad impersonation on Johhn Space-Voltra.
Rakankoo had a hot cup of coffee waiting for me on my desk, as usual. JC-33 proceeds silently to a back corner, practically hidden from view unless you knew where to look, as ordered. He has strict orders to keep his mouth shut and stay out of my way until necessary.
I sip the coffee. "Mmm!" ((OOC: Pulp Fiction homage)) Rakankoo makes the best cup of joe on the galaxy, I swear to the Force. And coffee, despite that it's a stimulant, always makes me feel more relaxed.
As I continue to drink, I review my paperwork and agenda for the day.
My session with Kejn seem to be going better. He has started to open up to me and trust me. But he is still revered, holding back, and uncertain of what to do with himself. That is the source of his dilemma. In gaining his trust, I am hoping to help him see how the Empire, how Athena, needs non-Sith, non-dark side influences and voices. It really is the only thing that will keep the Empire afloat. Kejn has to recognize this. I feel an urge to tell him to much too soon. But I must proceed with cautious and guide in a way that allows him to come to the conclusion on his own.
My meeting with Annie and my 'indoctrination' into the Matukai Order, if that's what it was, went well. Annie has a soothing presence and his wisdom speaks to me, helps me to balance myself, which I really need after my quest to find my daughter. During that journey, in discovering key secrets about myself had remained a mystery to me for so long, I have, ironically, lost, forgotten who and what I am. And some of the dark things I did. Having trouble letting those go. Krif, maybe I should see a therapist.I worry, however, that some aspects of their philosophy may be incompatible with mine. Like many Force groups, they too have a preoccupation with avoiding the dark side. For me, the dark and light sides are non-issues, human constructs. But I like it there. And I know there will be valuable things for me to learn there--about the Force and myself. And I am also intrigued from a academic/intellectual POV.
Continued progress with the assessment. Good. And Rakankoo's latest draft of the psychological test, that last phase of the evaluation, before the face-to-face meeting that is, that I hope to distribute soon. Imperial, new and old, are taking to these new policies I helped to instill better than I anticipated they would. I make a few edits to the draft and send it back to Rakankoo. I chuckle as I hear him bellow in anger over the changes I suggested. He is such a grumpy perfectionist. I am lucky, actually, to have good help like him. It was hard to convince him to come to the Empire with me when Athena invited me. He had to put aside the atrocities the Empire has imposed on his home world and his people. He had to trust in me. And I can't let that trust down.
I take another sip, fill out, and sign some more paperwork. The I sit back and look around my room. My gaze stops on the lightsaber I have hanging on the wall. It's a crude saber. It, of course, reminds me of Athena. We made it together at the academy. We had stolem saber schematics from the guy who ran Vader's office. Pretty risky move. We still didn't know what we were doing. We made it a double edged saber to mimic the fabled Darth Maul. We could get a red crystal though to complete our mock-Maul saber. We had to settle for blue. We never though it would work. I remember before we were done we would wave it around and make the electric saber noises with our mouths and pretend to have lightsaber duals. Crystal of course, always had to play the role of the Sith, of course. When the things actually did ignite, we were surprised. If I hadn't moved fast enough out of the way, I might have lost an arm. Well, I guess another arm.
That things got us out of some tight spots. How thick were we for not relaizing then that we both had Force potential. I'm surprised we didn't get in more trouble than we did when the powers that be found out about it. Well, it was actually Athena who got in trouble. She took all the blame, despite my protests. But no one believed me, and she had already earned a reputaion as a reckless trouble makes. Not to mention the fact that she's a woman. She had it tough there. I think that only fueled her desire to exel though. A talent she has. She does not back down or give up.
But she has a soft spot she does not show to many. An Empathic Sith Lord. Kind of funny. A unique combination that, if she can embrace both, willl bring this galaxy together.
I expect she will be coming in soon, especially since I sent her that message the other day. Which remind me: I hide my presence in the Force.
As I look at the stiil, almost hidden figure of JC-33, who does not return the eye contact, I think of my daughter, who he had been guarding. She is in safe hands now. And I have made arrangements to ensure she will be well provided for should anything happened to me. My life is not my own anymore. Much less complicated when it was.
As I loose myself in my thoughts of my daughter and her safety, sipping my coffee mindless.
Then I can feel her presence. She casts a very large Force impression when she wants others to know she is coming. Sooner than I had expected. Before she arrives, I order Rakankoo to clear the rest of my appointment fot the day and let the Empress in immediately when she gets here.
When she arrives, the Wookiee secretary leaves the secret one-way comm. on for me to hear their interaction. I chuckle at the hard time they give her. Those two are a pair.
I open the door for her as she approaches and she smiles.
I sit down next to her and watch her talk, barely paying attention. I'm consumed with emotion. I grab and hug her, almost crying.
I pull back, "You know I love you very much, right?" I pause, smiling, "And don't get your Hotpants in a ruffle. I mean in a platonic, brother sister way. Plus, we were never compatible in THAT way."
My mind quickly flashed back to the academy days again. It was inevitable. An immensely attractive man, and I like to think of myself as an attractive man, well before I had this monstrosity of an arm. We DID spend a lot of time together...and drank way to much together. So one night, hanging out alone in my quarters, drinking too much, and having a good time, as we always did, she got close and serious and moved in for the kiss ((OOC: LOL...hah, that's right, you propositioned me.)) And I wasn't about to complain, but instantaneously we both knew it just felt...wrong. And we started laughing our drunk a$$es of. And that was that. Another good memory. ((OOC: hope you are cool with that.))
"So how is Athena Jr. doing these days," I say, still smiling. "May I?" I indicate with my hand I'd like to feel her pregnant belly. "When's he due?" I pause, taking a risk. "And have you ever figured out if SK or Lonefire is the father?" I personally hope its SK's and that the galaxy might be a better place if Lonefire was neutered.
"But lets, as Vader was known for saying," I lower my voice to a mock Vader-like baritone, "dispense with the pleasantries." Man, how we used to have fun making fun of his voice behind his back.
"I felt it when you went to the Beach Club to pick a fight with Tuskers again. What is up with that, anyway? Not that I have any love for the guy or the Greys. They are paranoid as hell. Centerpoint being the case in point. But when I was on Zonama, they would offer friendship and then attack me without provocation...on multiple occasions. Therir actions nearly cost me my daughter. And don't even get me started on how they have claimed Sekot, a sentient being as their own. Or how they keep pushing the Vong off their territories on a planet that was promised to them. I've actually been working on an Alliance with some Vong tribes. They'd make an excellet ally. But we, of course, have to be careful with them."
With a casual and abrupt change of subject, I add, "And tell me about new priority to destroy all Jedi?"
((OOC: thanks for the compliment. They won't all be this long, I promise. And don't feel you have to make yours long. I just like to write.))
Jan 10, 2009 7:56 PM | Report Abuse reply
OOC: LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!!! You are amazing!
*Athena smiles*
Ah, doing a little kicking, though I know it's bound to get worse the farther along I am.
*She blushes slightly at Stymie's question to touch her belly*
Oh, sure, go ahead. Now that it isn't a secret anymore...
*Thinking about her child makes her feel warm, the cares and worries of the day slipping into the background, waiting for a better moment to appear. She inhales*
Well, I am about five months right now. Haven't been to the doctor lately for an exact due date...every time I go there, it seems they change it.
*She rolls her eyes, showing her disgust for doctors. At Stymie's second question--the parentage of the child--her face grows very grim*
The father? I would only assume SK...if it were Lonefire's...
*She stares off, remembering the whole incident and wishing that she could go back and change her actions. Yes, she loved her master, but never in the same way she loved SK. Furthermore, her actions that night caused a rift between two of the most important leaders in the Empire. At any moment, they could explode and she knew she would lose one of them, one of those that she loved.
*Smiling to cover up her dreary mood and hoping to change the subject, she winks at Stymie*
Well, that has several reasons, the first and primary to finish my trials. Tuskers has always had this bright perky view that I needed "to turn back to the Light side!"
*She says this in a mock Darth Vader voice as well, struggling not to laugh. She gives up and laughs*
What a fool! Not to mention, he is a liar and a complete oaf! Of all the people they had to choose to run the Greys, they chose the most Light-sided, fight-fleeing, spineless, timid guy?
*Athena shrugs*
It came in handy during the war with the KoA since I didn't have to fight a split war, but don't they realize how much their Kage is holding them back? They could be great...
*She shakes her head and throws up her hands*
Why do I bother? He has never listened to reason, stuck pigheadedly in his own beliefs of "Let's call ourselves Grey but really only use the Light Side of the Force, completley obliterating the most important and most powerful side"
*During this time, it is obvious how much Tuskers bothers her. In a rare moment of revelation, Athena opens her mind to Stymie and shows him her view of Tuskers: how he would hold her back and not let her go to train to use her powers unless they were the way he wanted them. How he was clingy, overprotective, demanding, unrelenting. How much it frustrates her to not have him respect her choices despite his claims to the contrary. She looks at Stymie, a small tear in her eyes*
That is why I could never have been with him, the way I am with SK. SK respects the choices I have made and allows me room to be me. Tuskers would never do that...
*She looks like she is about to cry, but suddenly, it passes. Her head lifts and her crystal blue eyes look into Stymie's*
I am so sorry to bring up old wounds, my friend. It's just lately...a lot has been on my mind. I realized that I have been too soft, too lenient. If I am to be a Dark Lady of the Sith, I have to act like one, not like one of the not-Sith or not-Grey or not-Jedi, who tout around philosphy while raising glasses at the other's wedding.
*She leans forward*
It cannot be that way...or can it, Rocket Head?
Jan 11, 2009 9:58 AM | Report Abuse reply
Stymie clears his agenda for the day and prepares for his immanent meeting with Lotva Shai. He instructors his Wookiee secretary to not say anything to her when she arrives and admit her directly into his office.
Stymie sits and waits until she arrives. He has sent his droid, JC-33 away, for he knows she would find it offensive.
And sitting on a table across the room is the villip she left at the Starlight Beach Club last night.
Jan 28, 2009 8:42 AM | Report Abuse reply
**
Adorned with a new healthy ooglith masquer, Lotva Shai stood outside the repulsive and imposing form of the built-thing she had been given the coordinates to. The message, she had recieved by villip, though she was unsure as yet, how the one who had sent the message had managed to contact her - seeing as the transmission was partially garbled due to the fact that the transmitting villip was not the psychic partner of the one she held in her posession.
It was a little quandry, one she would work out at a later date, but for now, she was here to meet with the one known as Stymie. A representitve for her people, who still resided on Zonama Sekot, many of them unaware of the meeting that was about to take place.
The masquer she wore was similar to the one that she had irripairably damaged during her fight with Kite several nights prior to this day. She appeared for all intents and purposes, to be a tall, slightly-gaunt human female, dressed sharply in clothes that she had procured from an establishment aboard the large passenger transport she had managed to blag her way onto.
Her long black hair was tied sharply back from her face in a singular topknot, knoted to secure it.
Her expression, all business - if a little bit like she had a superiority complex. That was just her, really, she like all her kind often came across that way, but it bothered her little.
The main doors to the clinic swooshed open with a gentle rush of air, and Lotva Shai made her way across the floor towards the main information desk at reception. Heels of booted feet clicking on the polished synthetic floor, she caught the attention of the wookiee sitting at her post almost instantly, who she signaled to with a single appraising glance.
And then it spoke. She still didn't fully understand what had been said, but she supposed it was some form of greeting or askence. Even the tizowyrm she was equipped with at present, was not certain that the question had been comprehendable.
Placing her hands palm-down on the top of the polished durasteel desktop, she offered the wookiee male a slightly forced smile.
"I am here to speak with representative Stymie...he is expecting me."
It was then she noticed the miniature translator abomination, but paid it no mind when the wookiee busied himself with something on the other side of the desk, some communications device from what Lotva Shai could see. He hadn't asked her to identify herself, which she found slightly strange - so this Stymie had cleared his appointments for the day then? She would feel touched if she hadn't already considered the fact that this was probably some form of trap...that and he was, after all, an infidel.
The wookiee looked up again, after having a brief conversation with the abomination concealed in the desk out of view. And motioned towards a large set of frosted transparasteel doors at the end of the hallway.
'very...clinical, how utterly disgusting' She thought to herself as she made her way towards the doors.
When she reached them, the wookiee or whoever was inside, allowed her egress, and these doors too, swooshed open.
Across the room, a large ornate table deviding the space between them, sat a rather humble looking man, somehow she hadn't expected him to look the way he did, and the villip that she had left at the beach club the previous night.
Raising a masquer-simulated slender eyebrow, she smiled slightly, "I see you accepted my gift."
She intoned wryly, stepping into the room, gaze traveling the walls and across the ceiling, she would need to get a good grasp of her bearings. She didn't yet seat herself. **
Jan 28, 2009 9:23 AM | Report Abuse reply
Stymie stood up to greet his guest and motion for her to take a seat. Although Lotva Shai appeared as a human woman, she had no Force presence. he had no doubt it was her--and then of course she referred to her 'gift'.
"As you can see, I have not activated you gift yet. Your actions have not inspired trust, although it seems trust is not your intent."
"If you wish, you may activate the villip, if there is a message you wish for me to hear."
"I have asked you here for both political and personal reasons. How, as the senator representing the Yuuzhan Vong, can I help you? I understand and sympathize with your grievances regarding the GJO."
"On a personal note, why are you asking about my crechling? What do you know of her and of me?"
Stymie remained calm and soothing as he spoke, which took effort when he mentioned his daughter. He also sent Zeltron calming and compliance pheromones toward her, which did have an effect on some Yuuzhan Vong, in his previous encounters. He did know how she would perceive the pheromones...or if she would be able to.
He did not, however,not use the Force in any way and kept his Force presence hidden, in case she had any Yuuzhan Vong bio-weapons that would be activated by the Force, as he had encountered on Zonama, as had been implanted in his daughter.
Jan 28, 2009 9:43 AM | Report Abuse reply
**
Offering her most alluring smile, she accepted the seat and sat down gracefully, crossing her legs and eyeing him strangely from across the room for a moment as he spoke. Interesting, so the others she had encountered HAD been talking then? Good, word of mouth would make this run a lot smoother than it had at first.
"The villip presents no threat to you or your fellow infidels, I would offer my word but I highly doubt you would take me at it." She responded with a slight flourish of a gesture.
"I meant it as a way of speedily negotiating with my superiors, they would rather not contaminate themselves with your filth by coming here. It sickens me to do so in their place."
Her tone was a curt one, and for the moments she considered her own words, her azure eyes sparkled dangerously with malintent.
At the mention of the crecheling, however, she seemed to perk up a little, raising both fake-brows in unison, the interest she displayed was in no way false, but she highly doubted he would believe that either. If he had had dealings with the senate, then he was like one of them, her equivelant, and one who was very accustomed to recieving bluffs.
"You have been misinformed." She responded silkily, "I did not ask after it, I merely spoke of it."
She sheathed her smile behind her lips, observing the inert villip for a moment, and two and two came together. Ah, yes...the bio-weapon. He assumed it would be delivered by as many means - which made the villip a risk.
At that thought she chuckled, low and sinisterly, her chest gently rising and falling as she did so.
"Oh you have nothing to fear from that...no."
((ooc: gonna be away for a little bit be back soon though!))
Jan 28, 2009 10:06 AM | Report Abuse reply
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