Station: Old Force, New Power; Cling

Posted on Wed Aug 6th, 2025 @ 8:29pm by Lieutenant Ainkara "Kara" {Meji}

Mission: Stellar Problems
Location: Dark Harbor
Timeline: Current

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Having bathed, Kara had remained in the hot bubble bath, laying back and meditating while the hot water and aromatic bath bubbles and beads did as they were meant to do. She was relaxed for the first time in a long time. Truly relaxed. Finishing her bath, an epiphany coming to her mind as she had lay there meditating on a great many things, Ainkara of Vora, Lady Wight, focused on the thoughts and images in regards to science and how the Force could be used to emulate the natural forces and physical nature of the world around her. Using her toes to pull the plug, she sat up and stood, using the shower massage nozzle to rinse her body before she stepped out and toweled off. She had put her clothes in the refresher, and once her body was dry, removed them and donned her outfit.

Dressed for going out, hair pulled back in a folded ponytail held in place along the back of her head with a hair clip, Kara left her rooms in the admin building. She had her backpack and everything she needed and owned within it, knowing she would not be returning to these chambers. It was too dangerous to remain, what with Billi and Tore being not too far off and a platoon of soldiers in a barracks in the sub-levels. She could have easily gone through the building last night and killed them all but, that was not the plan. Freeing the slaves was the plan. Destroying the slave markets was the plan. Bloodletting would only curtail that task and she was determined to end that first, then find and punish those responsible.

Since it was still night outside, very early morning, Kara noted that not many people were walking the streets and thoroughfares. This was good. Her hood was up, helping to shield her face from scrutiny, but anyone who had known her, or knew who she was, would not have a hard time figuring out who it was in all white striding through town at night. Proceeding to her destination, making sure she was not followed, Kara entered her caverns. Making her way to her lair, she stepped in and went to a knee at the fire pit. Adding kindling and flammable items she then raised her hand close to the items, palm towards them, and let go a small bit of lightning until it stoked the dry leaves and paper into combusting. Ceasing that power, she then used the same hand to fan at the newborn flames, providing them more oxygen in a quick manner to get them to grow and ignite the rest of the wood. Easing back and sitting down on one foot, she stared into the flames for a few minutes, her mind on her reason for being here.

Removing the pack from her shoulder, Kara set it aside and opened it. Digging under the extra white outfit, she found the black leatheris catsuit she had worn on occasion, removing the boots for it as well. Down under all that, with some effort, she removed the black equipment belt and the dual holsters, along with the compact disruptor pistols she wore with said outfit. With the proper outfit now out of the pack, Kara stood up and stripped down to her knickers. A bra was unnecessary and she never wore one since all her outfits were designed with support built in. The black thong she wore was enough to cover the naughty bits, but it also provided comfort with skin on material and would not bunch up under the skintight catsuit. Comfort and utility.

As she began to don the leatheris catsuit, Kara focused the Force for knowledge and defense of her mind. The Dark Mistress all too often invaded her mind and read her thoughts without permission. To use a favorite word from her friend Griffon, that shit stopped now. Her dive into her dark side had been a ruse, a way of appeasing the Q who masqueraded as the Spirit. The polar opposite of Qeritas as she was the Mirror Universe reflection of the Q known as Qeritas. For whatever reason, Dark Q saw a need to destroy everything Qeritas did in this universe. Evil intent and a malevolence to match the benevolence that Qeritas often expressed, even if it was often times expressed with sarcasm and cynicism. Kara had no intention of fulfilling anything meant for her as this Lady Wight but, she would play the role long enough to figure out a way to defeat DQ and send her away from herself and those she cared for. When DQ had mentioned harming Taavis, that was it. Kara knew she had to do something, anything, to prevent that from happening.

There was a Dark side and a Light side to the Force, there was no denying that. Kara, after meditating on it in the tub, had figured out where she stood in regards to it all. She was Grey. For her, it was logical to use what tools the Force provided. In her mind the Force was just the Force, to be used how it needed to be used to bring about success. Yes, after too much Dark use she would need to atone for it, to meditate and push those impulses away over time. But, to save lives and bring about victories for justice she was willing to sacrifice herself by using her base emotions to accomplish her goals. To protect the innocent.

Finished dressing, that thought process also ended as she switched her brain to science and the use of the Force in conjunction with it. Buckling on her equipment belt, tactical holsters in place and saber hilt on her hip, she then holstered her two pistols and closed the thumb covers to keep them from sliding out while she moved about.

Going over to one of the walls made from massive stones cut into brick shapes. Kara stepped up to it and lifted her right hand up, fingers splayed, and laid it upon the wall with an open palm. Closing her eyes she called upon the Force for Control of the body, and Alter; to change the environment she was in and use the Force to manipulate the natural forces to work for her. Sense came naturally, to feel the ebb and flow of the energy of life and to commune with it.

Through her ability to manipulate the Force, and her own scientific knowledge, Kara was creating a new Force ability for herself; the ability to cling to, and climb, walls and ceilings. Through the combination of Force energy and adding in the role of Van der Waal's forces. These are weak intermolecular forces that cause molecules to stick to one another. Van der Waal forces are present between all types of molecules and result from the electrostatic attraction between electrons of one molecule and the nuclei of another.

Combining the Force, and these naturally occurring forces, Kara was looking to allow the Van der Waal forces to be responsible for the adhesion between her body and the surfaces she would stick to. Van der Waal forces were feeble, but when combined with the Force it could create an energy equal to that of a spider with millions of setae acting to keep her in place. The Force becomes the setae necessary to cling to things. Through this combination of the Force and natural forces, the combined energy should be enough to support Kara's weight, and the weight of others she holds when she calls upon the Force in greater strength.

In that, the adhesion would not be a one-way process. Kara should be able to release herself from surfaces at will by reversing the process of adhesion, and this would be done by reducing the force exerted by the Force-setae, or when there is a breaking of the bond between her Force-setae and the surface. These combined forces and energies would be the factors that should enable Kara to cling to walls and ceilings securely and release herself when needed.

Now, to put it into practice. Several times, while envisioning what she needed from the Force, Kara would lift her hand from the wall, and when she felt no pull to remain, she placed it back and dove further into her communing. How long she remained there repeating the process she did not know. Just when she was going to step away and take a break, giving it one last try at this time, focused and brow scrunched by the effort, she pulled her hand back. It stuck, and it took some effort for her to actually pull it away from the wall. Stepping back with an exhilarated smile, she spun away and began to walk a circular pattern, calming herself and shaking out her muscles from being in one spot for so long. She now knew how to do this but the next step was to make it stronger, and second nature. Climbing needed her to actually cling to the surface, not just have a strong attraction to it. For her body to be able to cling and release as a natural part of moving around on vertical and upside down surfaces. All surfaces.

Going back to the wall, Kara once again placed her hand on it, quickly focusing on the new power and ability and committing more energy to the end result. Her hand was solidly stuck to the wall, and thinking of naturally of moving it to another spot, the cling active with each movement, she walked along the wall. As she went she placed one hand over the other, the adhesion acting as it should and releasing when needed so she could move the body part with ease and then place it again in a walking style. It stuck as it should and released as it should as she 'walked' her hands along. A natural occurrence matching a natural need. She could not help but giggle at her success.

Now, for the actual wall climbing. Griffon had encouraged her to watch old Earth films, and she had ingested plenty. Now, her mind conjured up images of the films about Spider-Man. His movements and how he moved along on the walls. Whole hands, fingertips, balls of the feet, laying on his back in a vertical position; all of it. But, she also called up the memory of the films in regards to Spider-Gwen which made her smile a sexy smile to herself. Subconsciously, with all this in mind, the outfit change must have been in regards to those memories. Not that she was going to wear a spider-like costume, but just the sex appeal of a tight outfit over an athletic body as it scrambled along the walls and ceilings. And, she was not at all entertaining the idea of any type of web shooters. The Force would be enough.

"Okay," Kara said to herself. "Time for the real thing."

Facing the wall Kara reached up a hand and using her fingertips, clung to the wall. Then the next hand came up, a little lower in height and doing the same thing. Both appendages were clinging fast, her fingers enhanced by the Force she was using to create the Force-setae to accomplish her task. Right foot lifted, she put the ball of her booted foot against the wall and felt the cling take affect, even through the clothing. A good sign she was on the right track. The final test, clinging by three limbs, she lifted her left foot off the ground and maintained her hold on the wall even as she placed the left foot in its place. And, there she was, clinging to the wall with her own limbs. A giggle escaped her lips as she began to climb upwards, slowly at first as she made sure to place each hand carefully. But, as the minutes passed the limbs got faster and faster in their placement until eventually she was 'crawling' right along as fast as she could place her holds. More giggles of joy.

Reaching the edge of the ceiling, using caution as she had with the wall, Kara ended up dangling upside down on the roof. The craned her neck and looked down passed her own shoulder, finding it a bit disconcerting that looking over her shoulder had her looking down at the floor 25 feet below. With the ceiling she placed her palms flat to make sure that the cling worked with her body weight properly, not wanting to get ahead of herself. Gravity was still a factor. Her won healthy, athletic build combined with the enhancement of the Force made this all fairly simple, fairly easy. Sure, she could feel the physical strain from her efforts, but it was no different than exercising in the gym for a few hours.

"Alright," Kara said to herself. "The biggest test of all."

Having crawled out to more of the center of the stone ceiling, leaving the wall behind her by no less than ten meters, Kara prepared for the final test. The full body cling. Tucking her right arm down under her bobs and along her side, as if rolling over in bed, Kara made sure to maintain contact with the ceiling. And, as she went, she did exactly that; rolled over on the ceiling as if she was rolling over on the floor. She never lost any adhesion, her cling as strong as ever as she finally ended up on her back as if laying on the floor. Looking down at the floor with very little effort to maintain her position Kara gave a cackle and raised her hands out as she shouted. "Fuck yeah! Score one for the Spider-Babe!" Her time around Resch, and the flotsam of Dark Harbor, had greatly expanded her lingo and colorful metaphors, although personally she was not a fan of froward language. But, right now, it was the perfect thing to say in her elation. Playing a bit she let her arms and legs relax and just dangle, her back the only thing keeping her in place. Then, her head fell forward/downward as she let her neck relax. She could not stop smiling, with giggles intruding here and there.

Time for the next test, Kara thought. Arranging herself, Kara then placed her right palm flat, slowly letting the rest of her body release as she then ended up dangling by one hand. The cling held, her one limb keeping her in place. Looking down, and thinking of Spider-Man, she released the adhesion, dropping the 25 feet to the floor below and upon impact went to a crouching posture as he knees compensated for the sudden stop. Again, her Force enhanced body aided greatly in this but it was clear she could accomplish such actions as needed. Rest and meditation would be needed to rest her mind and body from so much physical activity and Force use, but that was all a part of her life now. To re-energize what was lost through exhaustion.

Looking up, kara called on the Force and readied her body, crouching down low and then pushing up with her legs in a straight jump. A fairly easy jump for a Force user, twenty-five feet not being much to overcome with Control of one's body. Getting to the ceiling she relied on her auto-action for the new Cling power, and her hands and feet adhered to the surface and took her out of sight of anyone below unless they looked up. Then, out of the blue while stuck to the ceiling, a thought crossed her mind in regards to her name. If one were to spell it backwards, and pronounce it backwards, it would be ARAKNIA. That definitely brought forth a giggle. Kara thought of it as a part of her destiny, all of this cling stuff. That she was the one who had been destined to discover this new power and how to use it with the Force. Releasing and twisting her body around, Kara dropped back to the deck and then stood up straight as she walked towards the fire pit. It was time for meditation and reflection, and to focus on defending her mind even more. DQ must not learn of this through thought invasion.

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