Mara: You can say that again... *She gulps and backs up into Tara more. A Nausicaan smiles.* Nausicaan: Looks like we're the lucky ones boys. Not only do we get the clone, but we get here little sister to have some fun with. *The group laughs.*
OOC: Yeah, it's getting to the point of repetitiveness, which psychological torture is all about. *A few days later, after no food and only a little water, and the constant repeat of abuse from a fake Jean and those sounds, Clara is brought into a very bright room.*
OOC: Okay, you got me. But West was doing it without me knowing what was going to happen! I've talked with you about this! *The ear-splitting silence returns.*
Velal: We all know words hurt, DeVann. Otherwise there wouldn't be laws against psychological torture. OOC: Little omage to whats going on with Clara...:P
Velal: Oh, you and I both know something will go wrong and someone will become a dictator. Whether it's you or one of you lieutenants, it won't matter. *He sighs.* Velal: You're like a rotten teen. As soon as you don't get what you want, you resort to violence and posturing.
Velal: The thing is, DeVann, the Coalitionists have already proven they can lead. We're already leaders of our own people! What are you? Just a horrible, wannabe dictator?
*Velal gasps out with a smile.* Velal: Oh, a Gnat. How nice. *He grins in Nat's direction.* Velal: DeVann, let me ask you one thing. Even if we pass this idiotic bill, do you think the people will go with it? I mean seriously, do you f*cking think the people of our planets will follow you?
Jean's Voice: Why did you leave me Clara? Why, Belle? I loved you! I loved you with all my heart, and you left at the littlest sign of depression! WHY!? I HATE YOU, YOU LEFT ME!
*Velal looks and her with a smile.* Velal: So, DeVann, she winged you a bit? Oh, how I wish I was in her position, I would have rammed your nose through your grey matter.
Voice: That's what Vani said... before she became Lissan. *He chuckles as she gets thrown back.* OOC: Well, Velal can't do much. And most of them are elected politicians, not like they're gonna be doing anything special ops-y.
Voice: It does not matter who I am. Just as it will soon not matter who you used to be. *There's some chuckling.* Voice: Because soon, you're going to be a trained killer. Someone who wouldn't beat an eyelash at say... killing a Mr. Jean-Luc LeBeau?
Seemed alright to me. The apparent sith's lightsaber killed a little of my heart, and I fully expect the black stormtrooper or some other MC to kick that little rolling droid down a hole. Other than that, seemed good. Now, I propose a question. What do you want to see in the movie, and what do you not want? Now, on the not…
*The larger alien sighs and sits back down, wiping the man's grey matter on the corpse's shirt. The other alien throws a weapon at the wall in disgust... Velal simply holds his, waiting.*