USS SereniTREE: A Tale of Two Trees
POSTED BY: TheGreyJedi
UPDATED: Sunday, July 24, 2005 12:55
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It seems that there is a clone/brother of SoulofSerenity named EvilSoul who has shanghaied a few of our lovely ladies and has even made/stole some shadows to distract them while he enacts his diabolical plot! Gasp!
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On the bridge, one of the shadows against the wall grows solid and The Dark Static shimmers into existence. The "good" Static smiles.
"So. . .what do we know?"
DarkStatic rolls his head slowly, cracking his neck loudly and leans against the bulkhead, "Call everyone in so's I can tell it once without repeating myself."
"Yeah, but," Static asks, "Then they'll see two of us together." DarkStatic laughs.
"Yeah. I wanna see their faces."
Static smirks, "Oh, have it your way." then keys the comms switch.
Attention, attention, all personnel to the bridge for update.
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*Soul walks slowly to the bridge, his head still reeling from what Simon had just done for him. Soul now understands a bit more about his dark twin, but he still has no memory of his past, or why his twin wants to hurt him so bad. Why take the women? It makes no sense. The one thing that Simon's procedure has succeeded in doing is to open up a line of comminication between Soul and EvilSoul, a line that Soul now wants to shut off.*
You have no idea, do you?
Well, given that I can't read your twisted mind, I would say no.
You really don't understand our relationship here, do you? You still hold onto the thought that we are twins, brothers of flesh, nothing more.
Well, you look like me. That's kinda my first clue.
*EvilSoul chuckles.*
You really are oblivious, aren't you. If only you could remember what you were, and how I came to be.
Yeah, remembering would be nice. I would love to know my favorite color, or how about my favorite food? Ooh, here's one: just who in the hell am I?
Would you like to know?
*Soul pauses, his emotions fighting inside of him. Can his twin really restore his memory? And if Soul can remember again, does he really want to?*
Yes. I want to know.
I was hoping you'd say that. While I had good reason to wipe your memory before, I must admit that it's a bit boring without you hounding me.
*Like a bomb exploding in Soul's head, a sudden rush of searing pain drives Soul to his knees, as his life comes flooding back to him. A scream so primal errupts from his lungs, less from the physical pain, but more from the pain of his memories that are returning to him. He senses someone come up to him, but his brain is raw, the unlocked memories fresh in his mind, tearing away at him. Finally, after his breath is expelled, the scream dies away, and Soul begins to suck for air as tears come streaming down his face.*
That's not me! That was not me! How could I do things like that?
You said you wanted to know. I simply followed your wish.
You son of a bitch!
Careful now. By calling me that, you're insulting yourself. You know the truth now, don't you?
*Soul shakes his head.*
You are not me!
No, but I am a part of you. Why do you still deny it?
You saw the darkness. You pulled away from me.
But you let me go. That's why you lost her. That's why she died. Because you didn't have me. I am your strength, and you let me go.
*EvilSoul pauses, and when he starts speaking again, his voice cracks with emotion.*
I lost her, too, and it's all because of you! If you hadn't let me go, we could have saved her! It's your fault she's dead! Yours! And now you're going to pay for that, with the lives of everyone that's close to you, that means anything to you. I want...no, I need you to feel how I feel, feel my loss.
I felt that loss!! I was there when she died!
But you got to say goodbye!
*Silence descends. Soul knows that someone is shaking his body, trying to pull him out of the trance he's in. He lets them pull him back, and he leaves that place in his mind, with only his dark side's echoing voice remaining.*
It's your fault!
*Soul looks up as Ath helps him to his feet.*
What happened to you there, man?
*Soul shakes his head.*
I'll tell everyone. Let's get to the bridge.
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
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*breathes deeply. Yes this place is familiar. his hand reflexively shifts to his lightsaber. It feels warm, alive. He stretches his charcoal colored wings...*
My...wings? I don't like this...
*he bends his wings forward and runs his hand across the top. soot comes off on his hand revealing pure, iridescent white wings underneath. He smiled.*
I see. Balance. Here there is more evil, and so The Grey One becomes White. There is work to be done.
*He pops his wings one good time, a cloud of grey dust flies off revealing majestic white wings as he walks towards Shadow Engineering.*
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Quote:
Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
...And now you're going to pay for that, with the lives of everyone that's close to you...
*Rat slowly backs away from Soul!!*
Rat, Acquisitions Officer - Uss SereniTREE.
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Soul, the readings I'm getting from your headset are off the chart. I don't even have the faintest idea what it means. Yet.
Hang on, I've got a brilliant idea. You guys, head for the bridge, I'll try to be back with you later. I need to get to my craft.
*skips down the corridor grinning*
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* Sitting up in whatever bed ThatWeirdGirl left him in, TheRealMe sighs, makes a few notes on his data-slate, and turns to the next subject. *
TheRealMe: What about you, Deuce? Did you think of anything else? Anything you might have missed before?
* Bride2 shrugs. She is a well-muscled (but not overly muscled) redhead with freckles and green eyes, dressed in grey sweats, carrying a pair of Cozen's katanas. She has the grace and flexibility of an acrobat. She is getting a bit impatient. *
Bride2 (Deuce): I dunno! I told you that already! I dunno! Can I go now? I got some practicing to do if I'm every gonna match Bride1 with these blades.
TheRealMe: Stay a while longer, please. Trey, what about you?
* The tall, lean black woman returns a disapproving frown. *
Bride3 (Trey): This is confusing. Maybe if you gave us a better idea of what you're looking for?
Zoe-clone2: I agree, Sir. Perhaps if we had a little more to work with.
* Bride6 rolls her eyes. She is a blue-eyed blonde in a frilly dress with lace. *
Bride6: Yeah! This is all, like, BOOOORING.
* Bride7 sighs deeply and gives all her attention to filing her nails. *
* TheRealMe lays back down on his bed and closes his eyes. *
TheRealMe: All right. It seems that the dark version of SoulOfSerenity has kidnapped all of our women. All of our women except for the six remaining Brides and the four female clones. I'm trying to discover why you seem to be immune, or not chosen, or whatever. There is some common bond between you, or you are all special, somehow.
Kaylee-clone: Ain't nuthin' all that special 'bout us.
Zoe-clone2: Except, of course, that we're clones. Sir, is that it?
Zoe-clone1: She's right, Sir. We were all created or spontaneously generated in some fashion.
* Bride5 considers this. She is a beautiful woman of Asian descent, with long, black hair. She is dressed in a slinky evening gown.*
Bride5: Dark Soul didn't take Needleseye, either.
TheRealMe: True, but Needlesye, along with Bride4, was protected by TheGreyJedi's force field around Main Engineering. Of course, Needleseye isn't entirely human either. It's possible that the Zoe-clones are right, in that...
* River-clone leans over TheRealMe and smiles like a happy child. *
River-clone: Give us a kiss!
* TheRealMe's eyes flash open. *
TheRealMe: Say, what ABOUT the kissies?
* Bride5 and Bride6 glance uneasily at each other. *
Bride5: The kissies? What about them?
Bride6: We've been teaching them tricks.
Kaylee-clone: Awwww, they're so shiny! Why, the way that mine bounces up and down when he's hungry, with those big eyes that just...
* TheRealMe sits up in bed again. *
TheRealMe: 'Mine'? Say, Kaylee-clone, you have a kissie of your own?
Kaylee-clone: Uh, yeah. We all do.
Bride5: We just HAD to! When that nasty kissie killer came around before.... Well, we just decided to split them up among us! To protect them!
* TheRealMe is surprised as he turns to the Zoe-clones. *
TheRealMe: Zoe-clones! You too?
Zoe-clone1: YES, SIR!
Zoe-clone2: YES, SIR!
* The Zoe-clones look at one another, irritated by their answering in chorus. *
Zoe-clone1: They ARE cute, Sir.
Well, then! We may have a weapon to use against the Dark Soul at last! Start gathering the kissies together, and...
* TheRealMe notices an alert summoning everyone to the Bridge. *
TheRealMe: Aw, dammit! Something's going on in the Bridge. Static may be trying to kill someone again! Deuce, Trey, help me move. We might need somebody up there with normal human levels of testosterone in their system.
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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* On the False Sereni-Tree, TheDarkMe seems to be following DarkAth around, calling him "My Master". *
TheDarkMe (aka Darth Real)
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* On the False Sereni-Tree, Darth Real sends a telepathic message to his master, Darth Ath. *
+ Do you feel it, Master? A disturbance in the Force? It is The Grey Jedi, on THIS ship. Though he is not Grey, but Bright! This might pose some difficulty to the plans of the Dark Soul. Allow ME to deal with this menace first. I shall face the Bright Jedi! +
* Darth Real reaches out, and a spot of light appears, hovering in mid-air. This spot expands into a small ring of fire surrounding a dark void. *
* The lightsaber of Darth Real leaps into his hand and activates, producing a glowing crimson blade. He stabs it into this hole in reality. *
* On the other side, TheBrightJedi senses the danger he is in, pulls his own lightsaber, and parries the strike that came from nowhere. *
* Darth Real quickly retracts his weapon and closes the dimensional portal. *
+ Uh... Or, we could try something else.... My Massster. If he could be... turned... he would prove to be a powerful ally! +
TheDarkMe (aka Darth Real)
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**jake7 watches, confused, as what appears to be the men of the SereniTREE come into the room. Something isn't right with the way they move, talk, interact with the group. She makes her way over to the other women in the group to sound a warning, but some go off with who (whom?) they think are the real versions of their beloved before she gets the chance to say anthing.**
swears
**Her mind reeling, trying to figure out this puzzle, she makes her way back to her room to think in peace. She locks her door (hoping that it is, indeed, locked to intruders) and sits on her bunk. A sudden, sleepy feeling comes over her and she slumps back...something is knocking at her brain, trying to get in. She uses what energy she has to ward off the attack. Suddenly, the feeling is gone and she passes out.**
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