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you don't know how you've betrayed me, and somehow you've got everybody fooled [Closed]
In the contrived visions of the computer Alia summoned the images of her own. It only seemed like the right place. Here on the sands of Arakkis, she could confront the bane of her existence here on the ship.
Once this girl had shared almost kind words with her, but now, now Alia's fury raged inside, fueled by the rabble of voices within.
Damn the extra spice Sheeana was making, damn the sister hood, damn her family name. It didn't matter, not now, in that moment, it all fell away in the face of her anger and discontent.
Alia sat cross legged on a ledge, over looking the rolling dunes. Behind her, beyond the sheer stone walls she knew lay the images of seitch tabar. But they where only echos of her memories, they weren't real. The run on her skin, the sand gritty and find beneath her thighs, the wind the blew little rivers of sand to and fro... it was all an illusion. A glorious back drop to the firey words that gathered in her mouth.
There was much to say.
Once this girl had shared almost kind words with her, but now, now Alia's fury raged inside, fueled by the rabble of voices within.
Damn the extra spice Sheeana was making, damn the sister hood, damn her family name. It didn't matter, not now, in that moment, it all fell away in the face of her anger and discontent.
Alia sat cross legged on a ledge, over looking the rolling dunes. Behind her, beyond the sheer stone walls she knew lay the images of seitch tabar. But they where only echos of her memories, they weren't real. The run on her skin, the sand gritty and find beneath her thighs, the wind the blew little rivers of sand to and fro... it was all an illusion. A glorious back drop to the firey words that gathered in her mouth.
There was much to say.
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"I care not what it makes you feel," Alia took a handful of sand, and let it run between her fingers. She did not dignify Sheeana entrance by standing or even turning around. "I chose this spot because it is an anchor. It was a neutral place. And, it is my home."
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"This is the seitch as I remember it. There is no Arakkis anymore. It belongs to no one now." Alia brushed her hands together, inwardly delighting in the feel of the sands roughness on her palms. The warm the bled through the rocks and into her bottom, Alia almost wished this meeting was not going to be as unpleasant as it was surly bound to be.
"But it seems to me, you believe that it to be within your infinite wisdom to shape the perceptions of those around you. I should spill your water where you stand you for what you do, you filthy bitch, and leave it for this phantom sun. I would not dirty myself by so much as touching it." Her words came out as hiss between clenched teeth, but her shoulders remained relaxed, her body bent forward, eyes lost to the endless seas of Dune.
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Calm yourself, Mouse. She's trying to provoke you. Came Darwi's voice from Other Memory.
And succeeding! She fired back internally, but took the advice. She inhaled deeply.
Remind her who holds the cards.
"Strong words for one whose water will be scattered on the sand at midday!" She tried to keep anger out of her voice, keep it nothing but a mocking call.
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" A threat or a promise? I care not, but if you make sure strong words, I pray you can carry them out." This time Alia glanced over her shoulder, for no more than a moment, before turning away. "You know I will if I feel I must. They scream for your blood, inside me. They crave it, Do Not Give Them Provocation. I would not fear my death, I have nothing here, you have assured that for me, haven't you? Your mouth like to runs wild, like a child at her first orgy." Alia paused, the words, the power, it felt delightful in her mouth. Strangely, everything inside felt at peace as she left loose her bottle emotion.
"Perhaps I should take you tongue." She said, as if in after thought. "Ghanima gave me my knife back, I would hate it spoil it on the likes of you, so pull you hand away from your blade unless you plan to sheath it in my flesh this instant. I give you this chance, slay me, or stay your weapon you gossiping pup."
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"I could draw you out to more of your futile raging for hours if I wanted, and we Bene Gesserit are nothing if not patient. But sooner or later someone is going to want to use this pod and I have my students to attend to. Is this about Katara's sudden interest in you?" Of course it was. They'd been dancing around that for a while now.
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"If I wanted you dead I would not be foolish enough to take your life myself, and it would not be here of all places. One must never get their hands dirty." These words, she knew, where not her own. Then came in a whisper from with in herself, that comforting warm voice of her grandfather.
"It is not her interest that perturbs me, it is that you choose to reveal things about me with out my consent. She and I have had the pleasure of meeting before, and you are keen in your choice as a student, but it is not with in your duty to speak of me, and of things you do not know!" Her voice slowly rose in force, strong and keen words.
"In all your memories and all your years you cannot know the story as I have lived it. And I am sure that you did not see this one coming. I guess your sisterhood isn't that 'all seeing' are they?" Each word was so carefully placed, meticulous in note and emphasis. Force, and power, to push but not batter. To prove a point, to show force, but not to attack.
"If she wishes to know about me, let her ask me. I do not know when you suddenly took upon yourself to be my mother, but it is not at all appreciated. And frankly, Jessica never liked the job, so I'm not sure why a street rat like you would find it her duty. You can NEVER understand me. NEVER! So. Stop. Trying." Alia rose now.
Alia brushed the sand from her plantsuit. She wore no robe over it, and it was now clear she did not even carry her knife with her.
As she stood and turned, the sun behind her framed her wild chocolate hair, casting a radiant halo round her. Holding her head high, her shoulders back, Alia exuded her most regal airs. It was the fury that kept her mind silent, as they all listened carefully to the feud of generations.
She is so righteous, so sure her way is the only way. She dose not see it like I see it. She seems me as monster, when i am nothing more than a victim of the sisterhood she holds to dear. They created me, they sainted me, and then they cast me to the wolves.
"I will only ask this once. Do not try me, girl."
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Jessica never liked that job...You spoiled aristocrat. At least you had one. The rest of her words told her of more facets to the woman. All of them sharp! Don't stare in fascination. You'll cut your fingers.
"You may not understand this, as i'm sure noone has felt safe around you ever, but I have a duty to protect my Acolytes! I told her about you so she would be forewarned. Say what you like about us Witches, complain about us judging you all you want, but lay so much as a finger on them and I will spill your water!" That was Sheeana's real reason for agreeing to this meeting.
They were the same height but Alia had positioned herself upwards on the dune, enough that she had to crane her head up to look at her. She thinks she can impell submission by imitating the positioning of her own throne.
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"Summon her then." It was easy, sometimes, to swallow her fury, when the downfall would be her pride. She was to proud, much to proud to crack now. Not in front of her.
"Ask her what went out between us, ask he if she felt endangered. You are not the all knowing god you seem to think you are. You are nothing but a blind puppet in a play that is over. Your sisterhood's reign of terror has ended, you would be better to leave it that way. The path you choose is no longer the only one." And then stepping away from Sheanna, Alia sneered. "You call me a monster, but you will never understand. You only see the and the blows from dune to dune, under it, there is a whole world that you cannot see, the world the makers live in. There are depths below these sands that you can never fathom. Don't try and make yourself their keeper, or they will destroy you."
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A play that is already over... Could she have known about the Golden Path? Certainly there was no secrecy about it, nothing hidden in the media library. But Alia had displayed a stubborn refusal to believe anything Sheeana intimated about her future up to that point.
"So has your brother's. By the way, you ought to do more research before you make those metaphors. I have known an all knowing god, and he was killed at Duncan Idaho's hands. And as for the Makers...well, you already know which of us they respond to." She pitched her voice steadier. She wasn't about to let the great Abomination goad her into showing emotion.
She turned away from Alia (something she would not do in any other environment, showing that woman her back) and slammed the door behind her. Damn her if she thought she could get the last word by grandstanding.
She would spend the rest of the day in a thoroughly foul mood.