[ not that kind of sith ]

[revengeofthemordsith]

Who: Cara + You
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS First Breath
When: Now!

[ She felt stiff. The surface on which she lay on was too smooth, too even. She groans, stretching her eyes and gazing at her surroundings, her cat-like eyes sharp and wary. This was not the Midlands. With a graceful leap, she lands on her feet in a careful crouch, reading for her weapons –

. . . Her agiels. Gone. She straightens, a scowl marring her face. Without caring who heard her, she speaks, her voice cold and deadly. ]

I don’t know how you managed to touch my agiels, considering they pay you back in pain tenfold. But if you are foolish enough to take them, I assume you are foolish enough to test my patience.

I’ll warn you though. Do not test it for long or I’ll pay it back, inch by inch. Now. . .

[ She surveys the bridge. She knows she’s being watched, even though she can’t tell how. Honed battle instincts whisper to her that this is a strange situation and there’s little she can do about it . . . for now.

In the most deadpan of voices. ]

Why is everything metal and why was it necessary? Did someone murder every architect? Because I would for this . . . lazy work.

Comments

[kickingand]

You and me both, and i've never even been big on the idea of space travel.

[revengeofthemordsith]

What is your world like then?

[kickingand]

[ Oh. Well, crap. His.... absolute favorite question. ]

Not anything worth talking about, believe me.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She considers pressing and dismisses it. Cara's not one to pry and she takes people at face value . . . for the most part. ]

Mine had no such skill in metal and space. Does magic even exist so far away?

[kickingand]

Exists for a lot of people around here, me included- [ that much he can give without feeling all discontent. ]

Can't say the same thing for the world's we vacation at.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She shrugs, hair falling to the side. ]

Not that it matters.

Are you a warrior?

[kickingand]

[ Yes. The answer is yes, ofc. ]

Never called myself one before.

[revengeofthemordsith]

What do you call yourself then? I am a Mord'Sith.

[ She said it proudly - even though that pride has been long tainted. ]

[kickingand]

[ Wait. Wait. He knows half of that word and for a moment, his little geeky heart flutters in his chest before he silences it and just tips his head a little curiously instead. ]

Don't really call myself anything, haven't in years. But, ah- Mord'Sith? That mean anything in particular?

[revengeofthemordsith]

To most? Nothing pleasant. Weapons, I believe, would be the best meaning.

[ Torturers. Fighters. Monsters. To name a few. ]

But I can own up to who and what I am. I have no shame in that.

[kickingand]

You're the weapon?

[revengeofthemordsith]

Yes.

[ Her tone is flat. ]

I was taken and trained. We're meant to serve, not to . . . think for ourselves.

[ Here, her voice changes. It's slightly more impassioned, but still level. ]

[kickingand]

[ Soldiers. Boy, if that doesn't sound familiar.... ]

Well hey, welcome to your own personal chance at free will.

[revengeofthemordsith]

I'm not sure I'm fond of that either.

[ Cara works best with a leader - with a mission. ]

[kickingand]

I've heard that one before.

[revengeofthemordsith]

If I was more ordinary, it would not be an issue. But I need more in my life than . . . existing.

[kickingand]

You and me both. And this place? Sort of lacks the whole... something else.

[revengeofthemordsith]

How can anyone live this way?

[ Cara knows people can but she can't. ]

[kickingand]

Because it's how most people live.

[revengeofthemordsith]

And how do you live?

[kickingand]

[ With the questions!!! ]

Back home? Day to day. Never know if you're gonna get to wake up in the morning in a war zone.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She's blunt and has no tact filter. ]

That was our way. Richard had to "save" the world. And I had to follow.

[kickingand]

Someone's gotta do it.

[revengeofthemordsith]

I would prefer it if it wasn't him.

[ If Richard died . . . where would Cara go? What could she be? Nothing. She would have no purpose. ]

[kickingand]

[ You sound so much like Cas it might be getting to him a little. ]

A little bit attached?