Recap for Nyx's Death Plot

***Before Endor***
It was not like seeing a ghost. Nyx-Warda had seen ghosts before. She knew how to handle them. But when Dasha appeared on Dantooine, she was lost.

"No, I could not have risked my life to get to her" she said weakly to herself, as she rolled into a depression in the rocks, and carefully cradled her heavily pregnant form. "I had to run.. have to keep hiding.. and pray she and her men do not catch up."

With a small crystal in her hands, she hunches over, exhausted. It radiates a vibrant energy. It feels good. Refreshing, even- like a pitcher of cool, clear water in the middle of the jundland wastes.

It's difficult for Nyx to pace herself. There's only so much of that energy, and there's no telling how long it's going to have to last for. After years of abusing her powers, she can no longer draw energy from the balance of nature and the living force. When she expends her own energy, she has to steal more, and the more she steals, the harder it is to retain. Now, injured, and sustaining two, it's critical that her scource of power doesn't run out before she can find another.

A quick medatative second. An intent focus inward. One tiny life is doing fine. She weaves an extra layer of protection- a veil of light around the growing soul. It's the last purely light ability she can perform with the force. It's tiring. It will have to be her last and only exertion of extra energy until she can get home.

Footsteps approach. She can hear them heavy over the rocks, even though she can sense nothing but a blank neutrality in the force coming from their direction. Could it be Dasha's men? The void of a force presence that brutally attacked earlier? No.. a distorted voice began to speak- a fanatical tone with a distinct Tarisian accent. Enclave.

***Not much later, in a holding cell on Dantooine***

*Scientists notes* Subject appears to be resistant to biological experiments. Infections met with immune hostility not typical of the average twi'lek. Scientists making contact with the subject with bare hands experience weakness, fatigue, and intense pain at point of contact. ###[[!!FLAGGED!!]] Physical testing and experimentation halted due to extreme biological anomolies. Specialist requested.###

*More scientists' notes* Mental experimentation yeilds complex results. I.N.T.U.I.T. System functioning properly on other test subjects. Input scrambled? Request cryptoforce analyist.

***Months later***

In a dimly lit lab, glowing with computer screens, and crawling with Enclave scientists...
"You better have found some damn good intel.", a gruff Tarisian voice asserts to a team of scientists via comm.link, "We lost a lot of good men when that red-headed Corellian devil tore through our base to rescue this subject. Whatever she was hiding in her memories must have been important. "


***Memory sequence***

Cloudy images come through. Images of a young blonde girl in bright red armor, colored in impressions of waryness, worry, and finally, love. The subject must have feared this girl, but still, cared for her greatly. Then, another image. The same Corellian man, appearing quite close to the subject, and also watching over the girl. Until she's taken. Never to be seen again.... until the night of the subject's capture. The images of the woman clearly mean the same as the ones of the girl, but are mingled with much older memories of death and destruction. The display overloads, as the echoes overlap on eqch other, and the scientists soon cut power.


***Post Endor***

"She's looking for me, still. I've seen her spies. I know it's only a matter of time." Nyx-Warda thinks aloud, as she guides the vines surrounding the Alchemist's Workshop to grow throughout the building. They serve as a living defense, some spitting poison, some bearing thorns, all serving as conductors through which Nyx can channel and amplify her presence in the force. A presence that is weakening.

It hasn't been long since she unlocked the power of her former captor and long-time tormentor of her nightmares. Sain Karrd. A former Jedi... in this life, at least. In many more, he was an entity that had existed for thousands of years, gaining his immortality by possessing force sensitive beings and adding them to his own consciousness. Little by little, he crept into his victims' minds, and led them to slip into darkness until they were so like him, that they forfeited themselves to his will. His power was subtle and strong, and it allowed him to not just project the sense of his presence, but actually -be- in several places at once. Yet, still, as long as he would take a living form, only one body- one "successor" could possess the power to dominate other minds. If he didn't have that, he could have no dominant influence over living beings.

Nyx was to be his successor- his next life -but there was one thing he never did count on.. the strength of the people who loved her. He was driven out, and imprisoned in a crystal, locked away. Yet, still, the shadow of his influence remained. The power didn't come to her all at once. It started with insights into others' minds.. then influence.. then the ability to control the weak minded. Soon, the final key was discovered- the ability to be more than one place at once.

"Don't you think it's possible, Nyx-Warda, that this power is one of the reasons your days are numbered?" A calm, low voice from the entryway theorizes, with an upper-Coruscaunti accent that gives the words a certain hollow feel. "Perhaps a mortal being was not intended to.. cheat.. the natural order of things this way." It was Lawrence's voice. He stepped around the vines as he walked, knowing full well how she could feel their pain if they were damaged as she projected her spirit through them. "It's possible" Nyx conceded reluctantly, withdrawing from her work a bit in a pang of hesitation, "I know it's making me weaker.. It's getting harder and harder to pull myself back together.. but I would have been dead a long time ago if I'd never touched it at all." Lawrence grimaced "It's a curse. What good does it do?" "But it does do good" she protested "There's a facet of this power that Sain would never have dreamed of- a good, benevolent side. A side that gives, instead of steals."

The vines parted in front of her as she walked to Lawrence, and took his hand. A vain gesture- the same practical effect could have been achieved by simply twisting one of the vines around his ankle -but one of love, and understanding. "Watch," she pleaded, "and I'll show you what I mean." Lawrence reluctantly nodded, and gripped her hand cautiously. In an instant, extra senses flooded to his mind. The vines throughout the building, the various trinkets used to practice alchemy, and all the connections throughout lit up like neon lights. He passed his free hand through the air, feeling the tangible waves in the air, and understanding them as if he had known their meaning all his life. "These.. are -your- powers.." Lawrence observed, taken aback. "Not just mine," she answered, "Not any more. I can share them.

"...and when Dasha finds me here, maybe I can share the strength with her to break away from whatever is controlling her, and come back."


*A few days later*

The troopers were coming, but they were not Dasha's. The newly established Republic hasn't forgotten the treasonous agent "Firefly" from the not-too-long-ago civil war. Her less than graceful resignation was the cherry on top of a career marred with criminal activity. Now, they had a fresh lead. Vant, once a member of her squad in the alliance, later her prisoner, was free. When he found his way back to the alliance, he was forgiven of his own crimes in the line of duty, in exchange for information on Nyx-Warda's whereabouts. But Vant was more than just a squadmate- he was also one of Sain's victims, and while he was in Nyx's custody, he underwent painful experimentation as she attempted to free his and the others' minds. He was the only one that survived, and he remained marked with a connection to her.... one he could follow to lead the Rebels to her doorstep, and get his revenge for the pain she caused him.

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(((This is where the recap ended. After being taken into Republic custody to be tried for treason, Nyx-Warda was stolen from the facility in a raid by Enclave forces. They took the prisoner to Pantora..  where yet another faction was seeking to capture her. A much smaller, more benevolent band of soldiers.....)))