Trip Wire [MM5]

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr got back to the intel offices, having sent Watcher-5 the chems the night before.

[Watcher 5]

Watcher 5 has an interrogation chamber set aside for the task ahead. He waits inside with his hands behind his back staring at the chair. He says as she enters, "Moyr Ahaya, apprentice to Darth Jadus. Korriban graduate, did excellent on Balmorra, and made contacts with the Mandalorians."

"Darth Zash wishes you dead. You work with a Jedi Baesal Zyn... a traitor to see that she dies first. You tolerate her, may even hold affection for her. Genuine affection. That is novel among the Sith."

"Are you ready?" he asks not looking at her.

[Moyr Ahaya]

She didn't comment on his assertions. The truth about her affections belonged to her mind alone.

"I won't be more ready. I am determined to succeed." She said not looking at him.

[Watcher 5]

"Sit down then," he says in response.

[Moyr Ahaya]

She did. "Ingestion or injection?" She closed her eyes for a moment to cling to the subtle vacillations of the Dark Side from the artifact concealing her face.

[Watcher 5]

"Injection."

He says before strapping her into the chair. Watcher 5 adds, "Focus on my voice and repeat after me, Aura-Basu-Chana-Doci."

He begins the injection.

OOC: Resilience at Hard difficulty flipping a Destiny to upgrade the difficulty.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Aura-Basu-Chana-Doci..."

My passion is my strength. She closed her eyes and summoned her hatred and loathing for Zash and Zhorrid to steel herself to withstand the presence of the drug, to face its effect.

MM5. Resilience. Destiny. Enhance. +1 Dark Pip (Mask): 1eP+1eA+1eC+2eD+1eF 1 threat, 1 Dark Side


[Destiny flipped; 1 Dark Pip for Success, 1 Dark Pip to cancel Threat]

[Watcher 5]

"Good, now just give the serum time to take effect," Watcher 5 says.

"This should strengthen your connection to your Master, I am sure you know what to do from here."

OOC: Gain +2 Force Rating for the scene. Suffer 8 strain. Each time Moyr uses a Force ability you suffer strain. Reach out to Jadus with a Force die check equal to your Force Rating.

[Moyr Ahaya]

[8 Strain]

Moyr's mind became hazed, fumed, until she willed contours upon it, formed them into a visual construct of a many-door corridor. And then she started pushing forth, sundering the black steel before her with the vicious glow of her lightsabre.

MM5. Sense. +1 Dark Pip (Mask): 3eF 3 Dark Side


[4 Dark Side]

"Master. Master!" She called with resolve, following her senses through the bloodily illuminated twilight.

[Dapper Dog]

She can feel him long before she can hear his voice, "Moyr, I did not expect you."

She cannot see him, but his presence in the Force is distinct.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"It's a distinct pleasure to be able to surprise you, Master." She chuckled with schadenfreude. "But you have not chosen an apprentice who gives up easily. Your disappearance was sudden, your instructions insufficient or maybe sabotaged before they reached me. I am aware you are or soon might be in grave danger. And your daughter has started to play usurpation games in your absence, calling me her apprentice!" Moyr released some of her anger. "I have faith in your reasons and plans, but I don't like being neglected. For one, I have secured the weapon the Black Star has constructed, and I want to know where I am supposed to deliver it."

[Dapper Dog]

"Return it to the Empire. My daughter acts as she has been conditioned to act. Just as you have been conditioned to act. She can say what she likes, the truth will be obvious," he says to her from the shadows.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I assume once the congregating on Nar Shaddaa adjourns, or earlier?"

She paused.

"If I am compelled or given an opportunity to kill her because of her actions, do I have your permission to do so?"

[Dapper Dog]

"Of course not, she has value to me. She is mine to punish or reward as I see fit, apprentice," Jadus replies.

[Moyr Ahaya]

That only fuelled Moyr's anger, but she stored it for later, starting to understand the bigger picture.

"Do you have any requests or expectations of me for the remainder of my stay in the Y'toub system?"

[Dapper Dog]

"You have done what I needed, I have nothing else," Jadus replies.

"I must rest now."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Of course, Master. May the Force be with you."

She mentally stepped away, heading back through the corridor of sundered doors. She tried not to be disappointed, but it was futile, so she just gave it free reign.

[Dapper Dog]

OOC: Discipline check at Hard with a setback.

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr's discipline was apparently non-existent after this encounter.

MM5. Discipline.: 2eA+3eD+1eS 4 failures, 2 threat

[Dapper Dog]

Moyr is going into seizures as she tries to pull herself out of the fugue state. Her memories and visions turn dark as she relives the worst memories of her life.

OOC: Moyr suffers a critical injury, go ahead and roll on the table 1d100. May make another Discipline roll, if she fails make another Critical Injury at +10. Hard with a setback. She can suffer a strain to add her Force Rating, if she does so and the roll fails add an additional +10 to the Critical Injury.

[Moyr Ahaya]

Narrated by her own singing voice coming from nowhere, the full memory unfolded again, with all its painful detail. Her breath was stolen, her tears were forced out of searing eyes. Convulsions prevented any shot at regaining resolve.

MM5. Critical injury: 1d100 24 - Off-Balance

But when she noticed the blonde Darth approaching her with a taunting smile, she pushed back, to the best of her abilities, with all the Force lingering in her. But the Dark Side turned away from her weakness. The calm returned, but its buoying influence was of a different kind.

[9/11 Strain]

MM5. Discipline. 2 Setbacks. Fore Rating. Mask: +1 Dark Pip: 2eA+3eF+3eD+2eS 2 successes, 4 threat, 5 Light Side


[Cancelling 1 threat with 1 Dark Side Pip[

[12/11 Strain]

[Watcher 5]

Moyr wakes up strapped to the chair, after some time with a shot of adrenaline or the twi'lek equivalent and is roused from the stress in pain and misery. A serious headache and the calm face of Watcher 5 stepping back and looking at her silently.

OOC: Moyr is at 1 strain out of her pool.

[Moyr Ahaya]

A few deep breaths allowed her to lift herself in her seat.

MM5. Cool.: 3eA 1 success, 4 advantage


[9/11 Strain]

Most of the mental pain remained, but it was unfocused, hazy, dispersed.

"I made contact." She said with unusual raspiness to her melodic voice.

[Watcher 5]

"Your survival is commendable. You are my first successful test subject," he says calmly.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"There's a first time for everything." She smiled weakly, happy to learn this after it had been done. "It was a rough ride. For me, getting out was more difficult than getting in."