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[quote][b]Remus (Jul 10, 2003 02:39 p.m.):[/b] [b]BACKSTORY[/b] [i]Reality Branch[/i] Jaelis was happy, once. She used to live on Dorn, daughter of terran servants living in the regent's palace. She grew up in a rather privileged environment, wearing nice clothes made by the in-house tailor and attending classes with the regent's children, as well as studying under her parents' tutelage. Her parents often brought her to the terran village just outside the city to play with other children of her own kind, but most did not have much interest in her. There was one boy, however, who enjoyed her company; a strange, quiet boy named Xan. Jaelis often snuck out of the palace after dark to meet with Xan in the forest, where he would use his mysterious talents to call animals to her, or to make small objects float. It was on one such occasion that the happy period of Jaelis' life ended. A shuttle landed in the center of the terran village, and out poured soldiers of the Commonwealth, clad in their battle armor and bearing assault weapons. The village was in flames after only a few moments. Startled by the commotion, Jaelis and Xan rushed toward the village, Xan heading straight for his house. Upon throwing open the door, Xan startled the draconan soldier standing over the bodies of his parents, who turned and fired out of reflex. Jaelis tried to reach Xan in time, to push him out of the way, but she was not fast enough, and the soldier's energy bolt burned through Xan's body a fraction of a second before Jaeils collided with him. They tumbled to the ground, and Jaelis, in tears, got to her knees and looked down into the face of her dying friend. And then she felt it. A probing, searching sensation, deep within her mind. She felt the panic, the desperation of the mind which was trying to cling to hers. She fought as hard as she could but she had no defense against the strange invader, and even as the body below was dying, the mind which had formerly inhabited it was now pulling free, and clinging tenaciously to Jaelis' mind. Now she fought, not to keep the invader away, but to keep from being displaced by the strange presence. She succeeded; the invading entity did not force her from her own mind. But the exertion caused Jaelis to pass out. [i]Duality[/i] Jaelis was unconscious for six days, and if the draconans had kept a closer eye on their captives, they would have taken her for comatose and flushed her from an airlock. She awoke only when the two consciousnesses now inhabiting her mind formed a kind of synthesis, fusing partially to allow a sharing of resources -- specifically, the body in which they lived. To say that [i]Jaelis[/i] awoke would be inaccurate, for the entity which regained consciousness was neither completely Jaelis nor completely Xan, nor was it a simple composite of the two. But the entity which awoke wore Jaelis' body, and answered to Jaelis' name, and and if this Jaelis was not the same as the Jaelis which had existed before the psychic invasion, the other slaves were too scared to notice. And most of them had not known her very well to begin with. The walking, talking being thought and spoke and acted with one mind, and one will. But beneath that, on a much deeper level of subconscious, the division between the component personalities was still there. And the power play for control had only just begun. [i]Ten Years[/i] Jaelis was brought to Draco, where the slaves were offloaded from the transport at Lord Arraxis' plantation. Jaelis was taught how to be a good slave; how to speak and act before her masters, how to work and keep working no matter how tired she became, how to harness her rage and use it to fuel her when despair threatened to drown her. And rage she had, in abundant quantities. Every atrocity hardened her, made her hate her masters, the draconans a little more. But she hid her rage, buried it as best she could, and made herself as useful to the masters as she could. The more they trusted her, she reasoned, the easier it would be to stab them in the back some day. So she spied for them, using the abilities Xan's consciousness brought with it, watching the dynamic connections of loyalty and trust between the slaves, and reporting to Arraxis. She did it for ten years, isolated from her fellow slaves by the knowledge that she was betraying them to those she hated more than anything. And her rage grew. [i]The Revolt[/i] When the shipment bearing Seila and Nemin arrived, Jaelis had nearly reached her boiling point. She immediately sensed the loyalty Seila commanded, but failed to report it before the evening's assembly, and when Seila attacked Nemin's torturers, Jaelis was blamed by Arraxis, and placed in the box. By the time she emerged, Seila's power base was assembled. Out of spite, Jaelis reported nothing. Seila's attempt at revolution failed, and Seila fell into a coma. Because Jaelis' powers had been completely focused toward the spying and attacking (in secret), there was nothing Jaelis could do. Seila held on for two days, and died. Jaelis was not there when it happened; Arraxis, outraged that Jaelis had neglected her duties a second time, had her placed in the cells. But the time for open rebellion had come, for Jaelis and for Seila's followers. By passing messages using Nemin as the courier, the revolt was planned and executed. Jaelis was released when the fighting started, and she emerged from lockup like an angel of death. Overseers were burned, electrocuted, and crushed before the awe-filled eyes of the slaves. And when they fought their way to Arraxis, Jaelis had him brought to the courtyard, to the dais where Nemin and countless others had been tortured, and telekinetically tore him limb from limb before the cheering crowd.[/quote]
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