#neshimo

[ranaicygnus]

True Nature

-- Alternate Universe--

((If you enjoy lots of violence and epic (I find it epic okay) “what if” stories between SWTOR characters, this one might make you super happy. It takes place on Xydor's ship after Neshimo has been captured on Tatooine. Also, since I believe this one turned out ‘okay’, I’m willing to write more violent “what if” stories with mine and other peoples characters. Let me know if you are interested!))

Let the violence commence! 

Neshimo could taste the blood from the split lip. It had to be bad, because when he looked down at the floor, he saw a small pool of it, and it was a lot closer to his face than he liked. It made his eyes squint as his dazed mind tried to make sense of how so much blood could be spilled from a cut lip. Maybe he was wrong, maybe it came from somewhere else. Coherent thoughts were hard right now as a low agonizing groan escaped him when something hard and very boot-shaped struck him in the stomach. Again. This was not the first hit to that region of his body, judging from how he felt right now. His throat contracted and his breath hitched when a gloved hand snaked its way into his long silver hair and pulled back on it, hard.

Pale eyes flickered. “Argh! P-please…please stop.”

The young Sith was sitting in an awkward kneeling position with his left leg sticking out in an almost unnatural angle – even through the pants it was evident that anatomy had taken a wrong turn somewhere, and it had left his leg trembling and useless. His hands were cuffed on his back, and the looming figure of a tattooed man in Jedi robes, gave his hair an extra yank backward, forcing him to bare not only his throat but also the Force dampening collar that was locked around it. A visible shiver and stutter followed from the prisoner. “Y-You’ve m-made your point.”  

“No. I have not even begun to make my point yet.” The raspy voice was harsh and uncaring, and when the Sith tried to meet the stare of the man, it was clear that the emerald green eyes that judged him, were unable to be reasoned with. There was no mercy to be found anywhere on that face. Not anymore. “You have no idea what I want from you, do you?”

Neshimo had to admit through the haze of pain that he had absolutely no clue – and it showed clearly on his bruised face. It elicited a growl from the robed man. “Why won’t you get angry? Where is the Sith in you?!” He grabbed hold of the young man’s jaw and leaned in on him, as if to study his unusual dark features more closely. “You are nothing but a spoiled brat…” The grip around the jaw tightened and Neshimo let out a hiss as he gritted his teeth. He struggled to pull back but only received a fist to the face for his troubles. He saw stars once more and quietly wondered if his nose was still whole – and the overwhelming urge to throw up certainly didn’t help. He tried to focus on the voice that kept taunting him.

“Maybe you want to be punished. Maybe you know that you deserve this… Is that it?! You want this?!” The robed man still had a good grasp on the long silver hair and used it to turn Neshimo’s face toward his own. “You are unable to become angry because you want me to punish you for being a bad Sith. Is that it? Tell me!”

The young Sith opened his mouth but all that came out was a half-choked cough and pale eyes that could barely keep themselves open. It only made the other man even angrier, and that is when he made a mistake. A big one. “You son of a bitch, are you already beaten?” Neshimo said nothing, but his eyes did go wide when he felt a rush unlike any other when the Force returned to him like a tidal wave smashing against a cliff face.  The robed man had done a very unlikely thing and unlocked the Force dampening collar around his neck. It was a surge that flooded his senses and he only vaguely paid attention to the belittling words that were hissed into his ear. “Wake up and fight me. Get angry… I want to beat the Sith in you to a pulp, not…not whatever this pathetic excuse is.”

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. As the collar hit the floor between them, Neshimo’s pale eyes flared up and then he slammed his forehead into the other man’s face. The scream that immediately followed and the hand that loosened its grip on his hair, told the Sith that he had bought himself a precious second. It was spent wisely as he used the Force to yank the only visible lightsaber from his capturers belt, toward himself. He spun his body in such a way that his cuffed hands could grab the incoming hilt, and then spent another second activating and deftly juggling the dangerous green beam with amazing precision that allowed him to cut through the metal cuffs.

Free!

The unexpected rush of having his enhanced senses returning and now suddenly having the freedom of movement, plus a lightsaber, was enough to send him over the edge. He was emotionally in taters right now, and where the pain would have normally weakened him, it seemed to fuel him for the first time ever. He bared his teeth in a vicious sneer as he twisted his upper body back around in a rather impressive powerful feat, and then lashed out with the weapon in a wide upward arc that was meant to cut his tormenter in half.

A loud gasp filled the room and Neshimo realized that he wasn’t the one making that sound. He froze and took in the scene in front of him, still being on his knees. He wouldn’t be the only one for long though. The young Sith watched as what was a Jedi Knight only in name, staggered and then sunk to their knees in front of him, hands pressed against a long and potentially deep cut to their abdomen. There probably wouldn’t be much blood at first, seeing as lightsabers had a tendency to cauterize whatever mess they made, but…if it was deep enough, the dark red fluid would surely spill if given enough time.

Everything had happened so unreasonably fast. The robed man had been caught off guard and now he suffered the consequences of his rash decisions.

“How does it feel…” Neshimo hardly even recognized his own wrathful voice as he turned off the weapon and shuffled forward over the floor. He couldn’t walk, but by the gods, he would finish what the Jedi had started - and as such, he dragged his damaged leg behind him, inch by inch, using his quest for revenge to drive him forward. He felt a surge of uncontained euphoria and anger as he grabbed hold of the other man’s dark hair. It was lush and plentiful, and set up in a bun – which was exactly what he had taken hold of now. “Are you angry yet?” Those words could hardly have been delivered with more spite and venom.

He pressed the unlit business end of the hilt up under the man’s chin and held it there. It felt so good. He could sense the pain and mental collapse and was feeding on it… It was like an otherworldly visual and sensual taste that made him feel dizzy. He licked his cut lip and felt his hands shaking. Actually, everything was shaking but he didn’t care. He just wanted to stare at the bearded and tattooed face that had brought him so much despair lately, and revel in the fact that their roles had switched. He was delighted by the vague shudder elicited from the robed man as he leaned in and deliberately bumped against the now bloodied abdomen with his good knee. The hands that were trying very ineffectively to keep blood from spilling, jerked, and the Jedi’s contorted face made something stir in the pit of the young Sith’s stomach. “I don’t torture people, but…you-you make me want to hurt you.” Neshimo looked pleased, but not in a way that could mean anything good, and his voice took an even darker turn, becoming a near whisper; “I like how I feel when you are in pain… Is that-is that what you want to hear? Is that Sith enough for you?” He yanked the wounded man’s head forward and kept the hilt pressed against his chin, just underneath the jawline. “Does that make me you? For liking this as much as you seem to do? Are we both Sith now? With your behavior, I just… I just can’t tell anymore.” He grimaced at the provoking thought and then leaned forward to carefully let their foreheads connect. Gently.

He stayed in that position, feeling an odd liking for the closeness that they now shared.

For some reason, he wasn’t afraid of the connection that they had in common. If it happened, it happened – and he would deal with it…and probably have his thumb slip on the hilt and burn the man’s face off.

He closed his eyes for a moment and continued to enjoy the misery that vibrated off the Jedi. They were so close to each other that Neshimo could feel the heat from the man’s breath against his own skin. It came in quick little hitched bursts, that signaled that the tormentor-turned-tormented was pretty much focused on simply keeping himself alive by doing as little as possible. Except for perhaps breathing.

“Xydor…” Neshimo exhaled slowly and let go of the hair, though kept the hilt firmly in place. It was the first time in a long time that he had used the Jedi’s name. “I think I am going to kill you.” The anger was still there, but seemed to be slightly more contained now.

“D-do it.” The trembling words that spilled forth from the Jedi, made the young Sith raise an eyebrow. He had a nagging suspicion about this. “Really?” He ran his free hand gently over the man’s bloodied face, almost in a caressing fashion as he traced the dark lines of the tattoos. He savored being close to someone he loathed so much. Having the Kiffar be so helpless under him was a new and strange feeling. He absolutely loved it and it should scare him. But right now, it did not. “Why so eager?” The response didn’t shock him nearly as much as he thought it might have. In fact, it made sense to him.

“I am l-lost…”

Ah but of course. A low chuckle worked its way up through Neshimo’s throat as he let his fingers wander lightly over the man’s trembling lips. They were coated by the steady stream of blood running from a broken nose. “I see. The one needing punishment is you and not me. You fucked up and you know it. You strayed from everything you believe in and…well, here we are. You deserve this, yes?” He finally moved his face back a little and gave the Jedi a minimum of space for the first time. What could he possibly do to prolong this man’s pain? There was an eerie and strangely dark urge that pushed him to continue this. He needed to feed this new obsession – whatever this was.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence in the room, aside from the uneven and shallow breathing coming from the Jedi. And then it occurred to Neshimo. He knew the punishment, and while it wouldn’t directly feed his new desire here and now, it felt appropriate.

“You shall live,” he said out loud, teeth bared in something that mimicked a smile. He even removed the hilt from the man’s chin.

It was absolutely worth it. There was so much satisfaction in watching the man’s quivering expression and the despair in his pained eyes. It was a reaction that he could feed off - something that could sustain him. At least for now.

Then he noticed the tiny flicker. A vibration in the Force. It was brief but it was there. He was sure of it. He even listened to the man’s words, and yet they meant nothing to him before it was too late. “If you will not end me, I…I s-shall end you.” Something dark and unknown stirred in Xydor as he uttered those words, and Neshimo was a second too late to pick up on the anger and pure will of the well-trained Jedi that would once more put him in his place.

He saw a flash of red with traces of a blazing orange fire, and he started to move himself out of the way as everything in him screamed danger.

It was not enough though. It was too little, too late. He was slow and so overloaded with his new-found taste for darkness that he never saw the incoming threat.

At least not before it was much too late. The pain was intense and he felt as if he was going to burn up. The Jedi was holding a lightsaber in his hand and it looked an awful lot like the Sith’s own personal weapon. Neshimo’s pale eyes rolled in his head before he took to staring blankly down at the searing hot beam that had impaled his left shoulder. How could he not have seen that coming? Had he truly been so obsessed and blinded by the thought of revenge and pain that he never noticed his own lightsaber on the Jedi’s person? The answer was probably a resounding yes.

The beam shut down and Neshimo slumped to the floor in an almost self-inflicted pool of anguish and hurt, cradling his sizzling and smoking shoulder. He had never felt such intense pain before and in this moment he would do and say anything to make it go away. This was all on him. His decision had brought him here and there were no Force powers in the world that could help him overcome how he felt right now. The anger had been replaced by fear and regret, and a shiver ran up his spine at the thought of how far he had fallen. Xydor wasn’t the only one who deserved this. He was no better himself. It took what felt like an eternity to him to realize that there were no words or further action coming from the Jedi. It was certainly worth noting and he made an effort to look over at the man.

It was a peculiar sight. At least at first. The Jedi was still kneeling and clearly in pain, but…the details were all wrong. The Sith’s lightsaber had been dropped on the floor and Xydor’s right hand was no longer focused on the bloodied abdomen, but instead cradling his left – and unwounded – shoulder. He looked as if he might topple over any second now and there was much confusion in his green eyes.

Neshimo stared and it took him a long breathless moment to realize what was going on.

Oh no.

[rhomellegacy]

I wanted to do some rough doodles and kind of improve on loose gesture, color environment, etc. Basically just expand on my weak points. So I went ahead and doodled up some scenes from recent RP, limiting the time spend on them :D

Characters noted in the captions.

[little-sith]

The enigmatic Neshimo, for ranaicygnus.

Another experiment with different coloring. 

..And an excuse to draw a hot Sith shirtless.

[ranaicygnus]

Opening Gambit

((SWTOR story))

She had never seen anyone quite as unique as the man in front of her now. Everything about him was striking, or handsome if you will. He had long silky smooth hair that made the perfect frame for his dark-skinned face - and the fact that it was white made it no less stunning as it curled its way softly over his shoulders and down his back. Not a strain was out of place. But the thing that caught her the most, was probably his pale and ghostly eyes. They had an intensity about them that she didn’t think he intentionally tried to convey - and right now they were fixed on her as if nothing else mattered.

Ranai gave the man a little professional smile and stepped further into the small interrogation room as the door closed behind her. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Agent Cygnus of the Republic Strategic Information Service.” The smile remained in place as she reached for the only other chair in the room that wasn’t already occupied. “How are you feeling today, m’lord?”

The female Human agent was perhaps not stunning in the same unique manner as the Sith, but she had her own charms, and a very pretty smile that lit up her brown eyes. She was dressed very merc-like but lacked any visible weapons to go with the look. Security protocols was probably to blame.

“I feel better, thank you.” His reply was calm and to the point, and she made a note of the missing Imperial accent as she sat down at the table opposite him. For a moment, she didn’t say anything and instead just placed a datapad on the surface between them. Her eyes shifted between him and the device, and the fact that he didn’t appear visibly restrained didn’t seem to bother her, despite her knowing that this was a capable Sith. Albeit currently unarmed to the naked eye and wearing nothing but a simple grey suit, she knew that his Force abilities were a different thing altogether.

“I trust that you have found our treatment of you to be satisfactory, everything considered?” She continued. Her left hand lifted to shift some unruly strains of black messy hair behind her ears.

“Yes.”

She leaned back in her chair after turning the datapad on. “Excellent.” So far so good. “I apologize for what happened up until you came into our custody. I would never have authorized such…measures, had I known ahead of time.” 

He dipped his chin in an acknowledging fashion without taking his eyes off her. “I understand.” A thin smile then crept over the man’s dark features and she couldn’t help but feel that it somehow seemed to contribute to his fascinating looks.

“Do you have anything to add? You seem like you do,” she helpfully offered.

“Under other circumstances, perhaps…” He gave her a thoughtful look. “But why bother, you already know everything about me, yes?” He lifted his hands from their position in his lap and now rested them on the table itself. The two missing fingers on his right hand were hard to ignore.

She nodded, knowing exactly what he was referring to. “Yes, we know a great deal…about things that are strategically important, so obviously, that is not why I am sitting here now.” The curious look she received from him, prompted her to continue. “Your past intrigues me, Lord Neshimo. It is a mystery that needs solving because, well, inquiring minds are…inquiring.” She smirked. “For instance, did you know that your genetic makeup is partly tampered with? As in, engineered?”

The look that she earned from him, told her instantly that he was not the least surprised by her words. “You already knew,” she said. When he didn’t say anything, she tapped the screen on the datapad, reading something on it. “You are of Thyrsian descent according to the tests that we ran, but obviously, that is not the whole story, seeing as you…look rather different from the rest of your people.” 

“Where are you going with this, Agent Cygnus?”

“Nowhere in particular, just curious as to why someone would do this to you.” She tapped the small screen again. “You were found on Thyrsus as a child by Master Shogona L’ar…” The experienced agent glanced up and managed to catch a tiny flicker in his pale eyes. Interesting. She continued; “According to this report, she found you in the middle of a desert with nothing but big scary beasts keeping you company. You couldn’t have been more than six years old at the time, and yet you appeared to oversee the creatures.” She casually gestured at the datapad and the information on it. “That is quite Impressive.”

“So you say.”

She grinned at his curt replies. “You can relax, we are just having a conversation. I am not here to harm you or put you away in some dark cell for the rest of your life. In fact, I contacted the old man and we are going to meet to discuss how best to solve this little peculiar...obstacle of ours. Speaking of the Inquisitor, does he know that you are partially engineered?”

A chuckle slowly worked its way up through the man’s throat. “There is no such thing as ‘just having a conversation’ with a Republic agent – or Imperial for that matter – besides, I read your file, Agent Ranai Cygnus.” He emphasized her first name to make her aware that he knew it. “You have had quite the active career, haven’t you? Always proactive and trying to deal with matters before they evolve into something unmanageable. You did a lot of undercover work against the Sith Empire.” He paused for a moment, and she could have sworn that his eyes went a little paler with his next words. “Too bad that Lord Vekor put a stop to a lot of that…” 

The grin on her face had faded considerably, but her tone of voice was still relaxed and forthcoming. “Yes, too bad indeed. It has restricted a lot of my work and I now deal with public relations – as I am sure the file that you have on me also states. Though, as you can see, I am sitting here doing something that isn’t entirely public, so who knows, maybe you need to revise your file a bit whenever you get back home to Dromund Kaas.” She held up a hand and got an almost confused look on her face that was anything but sincere. “Oh, I’m sorry, I guess that was pretentious of me. Is Thyrsus your home? Or maybe Tython? I can’t tell.”

Her words elicited a little amused snort from the Sith. “Why don’t you tell me? I bet you have a working theory.”

“Oh absolutely. I have a theory on pretty much everything, but I don’t feel like sharing it just yet. I’d like you to answer a few questions first, and then I’d be happy to answer any that you might have.” She shifted in her seat, as if getting ready to dig in. “Like say, how much do you think the Inquisitor values you? What kind of deal do you think he would be agreeable to? I mean, I am sure that he on some level cares about you, he did spend about fourteen years on you after all. That is a lot of work to put into someone, right? But I’m just wondering… Do you think he’d part with Enigma knowledge to get you back?”

The pale stare that she received from the man, was annoyingly indifferent, and she let out a sigh. “Come now, work with me a little. I am actually trying to get you back where you belong – or at least, back where I think you belong. However, I cannot do so without knowing what it will take.”

There was an odd silent moment before the silver haired Sith finally replied. He sounded almost hesitant. “You know of our project. You know what is at stake. It is bigger than any one person, so no, he will not part with Enigma knowledge in return for me.” 

She let out a slow exhale at his evenhanded reply. “Are you sure about that? You seem like quite the price to him; would he really give up on you so easily?” She drummed a couple of fingers on the table and studied him keenly, taking note of the slight flicker in his eyes once more. It was very telling to her, and she cleared her throat. “Alright, I’ll tell you what…” She switched the datapad off. “I am going to give you a few hours to figure out how to best help yourself.” She calmly picked up the device and rose from the chair. “You clearly didn’t expect me to be willing to hand you your freedom back, and I guess the surprise has left you a bit…indecisive…in how best to approach this.”

She gave him a comforting smile as he just sat there and stared at her. Unmoving. Hmm. She hoped for everyone’s sake that she had read him correctly just moments earlier. She would know soon enough… and with that, she turned on her heel and went for the door.

    To Be Continued...

[ranaicygnus]

Lord Neshimo, etc.

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Lord Neshimo is going on an adventure. Or a trip to hell. Same thing? Same thing.

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Neshimo and Craiken - and the Life Day Orb because it looks awesome.

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Lord Neshimo having yet another serious moment. He does it so well.

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Neshimo.

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Lord Neshimo.

It’s pretty much a thing now. If I got nothing ‘real’ to post, I throw up a screenshot of Neshimo. Works every damn time.

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Neshimo leaves a note on Craikens desk. "I just wanted you to know that a very snarky Agent Caspira came in earlier with a lot of injuries and carrying a droids head. She claims it has nothing to do with us and I can easily believe that. - Neshimo"

[ranaicygnus]

Neshimo insight

Insight under the cut!

1: What’s your OC’s biggest insecurity and how would they react if someone pointed it out to them?

He is always afraid that he isn’t perfect enough and if someone brings it up he’d dismiss it entirely - well, in words at least.

2: If your OC wants to buy a firearm, what it might be for?

Currently, it would be a firearm with a stun setting, so he can stun and beat the crap out of a certain Jedi.

3: Does your OC behave differently around different people, if so with whom and how?

Yes behavior depends on where he is. He will be relaxed and be ‘himself’ if he is with like-minded people. These usually work and move around close to Inquisitor Craiken.

4: Would your OC want to involve themselves in humanitarian work ? If yes, then for what? If not, then why not?

He already considers himself involved in humanitarian work, except on a rather large stage. Y’know, a galaxy-wide thing... So no, you won’t see him spending time in a soup kitchen on Nar Shaddaa.

5: How would your OC generally react to someone being verbally abusive towards them for no apparent reason?

He would be calm and maybe even smile a little - but again, it depends on the circumstances and his own state of mind at the moment.

6: Does your OC have a realistic image of their own intelligence?

Yes. He is very aware of what he can and can not do.

7: Does your OC have any irrational phobias?

Ew Jedi. I’m kidding, he does not have any phobias as such.

8: How is/was your OC’s relationship with their parents?

Classified.

9: Does your OC feel a pressure to achieve or are they content and calm with doing what they can at the moment?

He does feel a certain amount of pressure to become that which he was destined to become, and it weighs upon him. However, he feels that he is within the approved range to grab said destiny, so it isn’t something that leaves him sleepless.

10: Does your OC guard their emotions by being tough? If not how would they?

Emotions are always guarded, but ‘tough’ is not how he could be described. More a calm neutrality.

11: How would your OC react to hearing they’re adopted?

He wouldn’t be surprised at all.

12: What is one of the most primary things your OC feels that is missing from their life?

He isn’t fully aware of it, but he is very lonely. Being taught that you are ‘one of a kind’, tends to make you step out of the social circles because you have nothing in common with them.

13: What kind of situations does your OC avoid the most?

Aggressive encounters and party-people that wants to...party.

14: If your OC gets into a fight with their best friend, would they wait for their friend to make up with them, or would they try to make up with their friend?

He would be the first to apologize - in fact, he’d start the apologizing mid-fight. He is very diplomatic.

15: Does your OC consider themselves a good person?

Yes, very. Savior of the Galaxy after all.

16: Is your OC good at giving others validation of their feelings and making them feel understood?

Yes, except, this seems to be a challenge with a certain few individuals.

17: Does your OC suffer from any mental health issues?

No, but if this keeps up, he might end up with something.

18: What kind of intrapersonal values does your OC have? (values about their self, what makes them feel like a valid person)

His role in this world makes him feel valid. Whatever that role is. Can’t go into more detail.

19: What boosts your OC’s confidence the most?

When Inquisitor Craiken praises him, and/or an assignment goes as planned.

20: Does your OC hurt others often unintentionally? If yes, how?

No. And Jedi don’t count.

21: Does your OC hurt others often intentionally? If yes, how?

No. And again, Jedi don’t count.

22: How does your OC usually show affection? Are they openly romantic or more restricted with their affectionate emotions?

What is affection? He usually does not have a reason to show affection towards other people (animals on the other hand...). Those types of feelings could get in way of ‘the project’ and that’s bad.

23: Does your OC tend to hide something about their personality/essence when meeting new people? If yes, what?

Yes - and pretty much everything that makes him, him.

24: How would your OC react if they got humiliated by someone in a group of people?

He would outwardly be calm, but probably on the edge of something darker as he wills himself to remain in check. He would probably leave the group - especially if his diplomatic words can’t save the day.

25: How would your OC process the grief caused by the death of a loved one?

There is only one person that he ‘loves’ and if that person dies, he would be utterly lost.

26: What is the most intense thing your OC has been battling with?

Physically, it would have to be a battle with a Jedi Shadow, and mentally, a battle with a Jedi Shadow and certain conversations with a Jedi Padawan :|

27: Does your OC practise any kind of escapism? If yes, what kind?

He sometimes goes into the wilderness and hangs out with animals for days at a time. Less judging.

28: How would your OC react if a bully stole their lunch money in high school?

Release the hounds.

29: How does your OC behave on the face of a conflict?

Diplomacy, diplomacy and even more diplomacy. If it turns violent he isn’t afraid to turn and run if he thinks he can’t win.

30: What makes your OC defensive quickest?

Talk shit about Inquisitor Craiken.

[ranaicygnus]

Lord Neshimo loses a couple of fingers to a vengeful Jedi, and he is so not okay with that. Pain on this level is almost an unknown entity to him.

Anyway, awesome RP with Ravnie <3

[ranaicygnus]

Lord Neshimo :o

[ranaicygnus]

Returning home.

Stuff that recently happened in RP, and it blends in rather well with the new SWTOR chapters actually. Don’t worry, no spoilers on here ;)

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Lord Neshimo in a rare moment of actual lightsaber combat.