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Thread: Succumb to Temptation (Ziyi & DarkRiffs)

Yes, this will be where it goes down the master cooed, running his fingers along a smooth metal railing with a grin. When the time comes boy, stand aside and watch, an insolent fool like you will not be able to contend with a Jedi he stated callously to his apprentice. Yes master, I understand, I will stay out of your way the young lad stated, bowing softly before his master.Trad was a young man and apprentice to the sith, having lived on the streets his whole life he'd been forced into the appealing life of a sith, It was that or starve. Master I- he was cut off. I know, they are coming...be prepared the master cooed quietly. Trad strode off to observe from a distance as his master meditated quietly.His fingers rested on his lightsaber eagerly, running along the smooth hilt as his nerves twinged.He was a man run by impulses and desire as was normal for a sith, he just hoped there was something for him to celebrate after this was done, he did so love those after parties his master threw.
Thread: Succumb to Temptation (Ziyi & DarkRiffs)

His Master suddenly paused when the ship came into sight and held out a hand to prevent Kyrlin from taking another step forward. Using the Force he came across a presence concealed quite well and he narrowed his eyes, motioning for Kyrlin to be silent as he tried to pinpoint the exact location of the disturbance he had felt. It was important to figure out how far away from their current position the enemy was since it would make all the difference in the world. I sense...great darkness. Nearby. Be on your guard Kyrlin. Where? I do not know. Reach out with your senses and tell me if you can sense anything. I'll do my best, Master. Kyrlin said as he wet his suddenly dry lips for even though he was eager to prove himself out in the field, he didn't want to die. For some reason he felt death in the air and he was uncertain as to why he should be feeling such a thing since there were no dead creatures lying around. Which meant it might be a sense of what was to come. But why should he be afraid? This was what a Jedi was meant to do. To battle the forces of evil and come out on top or at least serve some greater purpose in death than they had in life. Many had done so before and many would continue to do so. Kyrlin cast out his senses as he used the Force to try and find this enemy presence as instructed by his Master and caught it a few minutes after he'd first started to search. I found it Master! What are we to do? Get ready, they're coming. They? There's more than one? The elder and more experienced Jedi launched himself forward as he whipped out his green lightsaber to fly through the air, using a technique to make sure he caught the enemy off guard. It also had the advantage of finding out where the enemy was and what he was doing and what sort of weapons he could possibly have. Besides the expected lightsaber of course. Hours later the battle was done and the apprentices would be left to pick up the pieces...
Thread: Succumb to Temptation (Ziyi & DarkRiffs)

Tran had simply stood staring down at his master quietly.Weakling....lost to a filthy Jedi he spat, gazing sourly at the corpse.Everything his master had taught him had made him calloused and cold, even towards his master.To him, being slain by a Jedi was the ultimate hypocrisy and betrayal.I hope you burn! he shouted, booting his foot angrily against the ribs of his master.Fishing into the mans robe he stripped him of his lightsaber, angry tears streaming down his face.
Thread: Succumb to Temptation (Ziyi & DarkRiffs)

Kyrlin was stunned. His Master was gone, he'd been taken out by a Sith Lord, most likely the one they were heading off to confront and he wasn't entirely sure what to do now. He wanted revenge but the Jedi had taught him to cut off all emotion for fear, anger and hatred were all paths to the dark side. So he stopped the tears that came to his eyes and forced them away as he calmed himself down, not thinking about the loss he'd suffered and narrowed his eyes at the remaining danger. The Sith apprentice. It was his duty to take out the remaining Sith and then report to the Jedi Council on what had happened and then immerse himself in training so that he wouldn't think of his beloved Master. Fight me Sith! He exclaimed and whipped out his lightsaber to hear its calming blue hum as he launched himself towards the Sith apprentice. Hoping that his skill was enough so that he would be able to take Tran out. Kyrlin was aiming for a clean strike which would slice open the Sith from head to toe and if the other dodged it he would reverse his strike to cut through Tran's side. To cut him in half. Perhaps he would catch him unawares for Tran was currently kicking his former Master and telling him that he hoped he would burn which was rather strange.
Thread: Succumb to Temptation (Ziyi & DarkRiffs)

Tran had been deep in thought as he punted his master in the side angrily.For all the anger and betrayal he felt, he felt an equal amount of exuberance.Unlike the Jedi who graduated an academy to become masters, the Sith became masters by succession.Whenever a Sith master died, his apprentice was thrust into masterhood, some early, some very late in their careers, but all would grow to be equally as deadly. Had Kyrlin not declared his challenge Tran might not have even noticed him swinging towards him.Turning quickly a snarl painted his face as his hand thrust out, using the force to catch the Jedi mid-leap and suspend him in the air.For everything a Sith lacked in the discipline of the Jedi they made up for in raw power.I WILL NOT HAVE YOU SLAY ME SO EARLY IN MY CAREER YOU LITTLE WELP! he thundered hotly.So badly did Tran want to squeeze the life out of the little shit, but had it not been for the boys master He'd still be polishing shoes and servicing his own master. Thinking quietly for a moment he smirked.I think I'll bring you with me he cooed with a sick smirk.It isn't every day a silly little Jedi so fool headedly makes an attack he finished.Drop your lightsaber or I'll squeeze the life from you he demanded.
Thread: Succumb to Temptation (Ziyi & DarkRiffs)

It was due to his inexperience that Kyrlin had lost. His master would never have declared his attack nor would he have done something so rash as to jump into the air after declaring said attack, both moves were vulnerable to a Sith's power. Kyrlin was held in mid-air by Tran's force-grip and he discovered his limbs were rendered useless which made him rethink what he had done and he grimaced, wondering why he had been so stupid. Probably due to the loss of his master but still...Kyrlin blinked in surprise when he heard Tran say that he was going to bring him along and the Jedi padawan's brow creased with uncertainty. You should kill me. Or when I get the chance I promise I will kill you. He exclaimed, his anger barely held in check as he glared at Tran from the air and did not let his grip on his lightsaber falter, he'd learned that lesson a long time ago and it had been reinforced throughout his entire training.
Thread: sweetly anamalistic (mlf and irena)

in the early morning light a soft padding of feet could be heard, air huffing through lungs and a heart beat steadily. a figure stepped out of the trees and continued her morning run. her name was vivian, and she was no ordinary person, she was a teenage werewolf. shaking out her long blond hair she pulled her hood over her head and took off running. her thoughts were swimming with something her aunt gert had told her the night before. she was in line to be the next mate of their pack, it was supposed to be an honor but it was one she didnt want. before too long she was back home and racing up the stairs to get away from her aunt and her thoughs to take a shower. she slipped into the bathroom and out of her cloths, letting the warm water rush over her. groaning out loud in frustration she turned it off at the sound of her cousins car approaching. pulling out a simple pair of jeans and a soft ribbed tshirt she padded her way downstairs to the shop. good morning cousin..so good of you to shower us with your presense she snipped at him. on her way past she grabbed her shoes and headed for the front table to grab the days delieveries of chocolate and heading into town.
Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

He was drifting through orbit, eye on the tachyon tracker, which kept telling him his stolen jump drive was RIGHT THERE, in empty space, when all of a sudden, bam, no warning, he was in a chamber, what looked like an airlock. The instant transition was like teleportation, and it was instantly disorienting. Then his heels hit the deck, and he pitched forward. The airlock was stationary to his relative forward drift, and it had an internal pseudo-gravity of reasonably close to a standard G. End result? He hit hard on his feet and fell to his armored kneepads, almost cracking his faceplate on the deck before he caught himself with his hands, risking shattering his mag-grapple and his tracker. Not that, apparently, he needed the tracker anymore this was clearly the place. The instant his brain reoriented itself which it can do remarkably quickly when pain is involved, and hitting the deck was indeed painful, he noticed he had company. Not just any company, either he twisted and half-straightened from his bent-over position to take her in. Which also let him see the open outer airlock door. Naked... woman... in space... is what his brain kept telling him. Her beauty, her tattoos, all that was secondary in his initial reaction to the mere fact of her standing calmly by an open airlock door of an orbiting ship. This was so much like one of his recurring dreams, it was insane. Now if she turned into his mother and tried to make him visit the school-pod naked, the re-enactment would be complete. The hatch slid closed behind him at her touch on the panel. His suit telltales climbed into the green, showing air pressure was returning, and it was a breathable mix. As soon as the air was thick enough to carry sound, his external suit pick-ups automatically turned on, and so he heard her mellifluous voice. I would have answered a hail. Are you here for business or pleasure? Now it was turning into another one of his recurring dreams... but he shoved that one out of his mind before his body had any distracting reactions. As he slowly climbed to his feet, he muttered without moving his lips too much Array. Make a full spectrum recording, every sensor. Passive only. And check if radio signals are being blocked. Activate external speakers. He could have tongue-toggled the speakers, but that always looked undignified through the faceplate, and he wanted to make a good impression. Straightening up, he slowly clipped his mag-grapple to his belt while he looked the strange woman in the eye. Her eyes were dark and fascinating, but again, he couldn't afford to be distracted. I apologize, I couldn't be sure there was actually anyone here. You have done a good job of appearing to be empty space. He looked around. I think I'm here for business, but since I don't even know what exactly 'here' is, I'm trying to stay flexible. His instincts told him to leave it at that he was in a totally new situation, and he didn't know the rules, so it was better for him to shut up and try and observe everything he could. Let her make the next move, and try and figure out how to play off of that.
Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

Well there was no denying he certainly appeared awkward. But, then again, she had no idea what it felt like to burst into a gravitational field the size of a large crate. Her richly tanned skin seemed to ripple as she stepped closer to look at him. I apologize, I couldn't be sure there was actually anyone here. You have done a good job of appearing to be empty space. He seemed more formidable as he stood, as if he had regained his presence. He did not appear aggressive, and her hand withdrew from the control panel. It would be foolish to remain uncloaked after the reception I received below. For the sake of profit I am going to assume the attack was military. Throughout the galaxy they seem to lack proper cognitive abilities. Shoot first ...reason later. Bad for business. It was about this point that she realized he had just been guessing that she was here. Just as quickly the thought was shunted to the edges of her mind as he spoke again. I think I'm here for business, but since I don't even know what exactly 'here' is, I'm trying to stay flexible. A surge of pleasure struck her, and for a brief moment her body flickered, a golden sheen. Cohesion loosened, then she reined it back. This was more like what she had expected planet-side. Her sultry voice resonated in the enclosed space of the airlock. Lya didn't want to mess this up. She met his eyes with an earnest look from the black depths of her own. I am Lya D''vahl, of the Alterran Consortium. I am here to barter, but I don't take kindly to threats like the one I just received from the planet below. She continued to close the distance between them as she spoke. Each step graceful, fluid. I pose no threat to you. I am but a simple trader of weapons and other sundry items. A smile eased across her face, as her brow arched. Can I interest you in a jump drive, or perhaps multiphasic shielding? After looking over his gear, her gaze halted at his weapon. No harm shall come to you within my vessel, but I cannot permit you to enter with your weapon. If you wish egress to look over my merchandise, I must ask that you disarm yourself. There is only myself and Ship. I am non violent by nature. Well except for Imperials...and Reticulans, but she had her reasons for that. Else I would have fired on the station below. Her palm hovered over the control for the inner hatch, a questioning look in her eyes.
Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

Dizzy raised an eyebrow when she started to discuss her bad day. Was she really just taking from his illustration of the various points on which he legally had claim to the drive as some kind of grousing, some kind of sympathy play? He was laying out his case that he could take to the Fed courts not that he intended to, but she didn't know that just to try and score five minutes alone with the drive so he could retrieve his property hidden within. He had though the appeal to her greed in accessing the Terran Sector market would have made that clear. The last thing he would try to do is play on her human compassion, since he was convinced she wasn't human. Her description of her own troubles didn't smooth his concerns at all, either. When she leaned toward him, he took a step back again, and felt like raising the tachyon tracker, if only to put one more thing between himself and this crazy alien... he almost thought chick, but as far as he knew, that was as much a facade as the rest of her. And then the battlecruiser message came through, and he thought she might grow claws and rip his face off. If I had pull with a Fed battlewagon, you think I'd have had to bribe my way into all this data and jump myself out an airlock to try and find you? I've told nobody anything I was trying to present my legal case to you in the hopes we could settle up out of court. If you'd calm down, you'd realize they probably did a standard sweep of the area, found a cloaked blip where nobody ought to be, and now he's giving you a hail to see what you're up to. If you talk to him, he probably just wants to know who the hell you are and why you're just lurking around up here all invisible-like. This is a border colony they never know when a psychopath alien might be wanting to, say, leave a gaping hole where our precious Daltron Delta 7 spaceport used to be. He couldn't keep the tone of sarcasm out of his voice there at the end. Don't you ever, you know, try to talk your way out of things? Or are there just the two settings on the 'fight or flight' dial for you?
Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

Dizzy's brow furrowed when she locked them in, but then his eyes nearly fell out of his head when she frikking dispersed herself into a gaseous form and began to work her unique controls. He felt better about keeping his vacc suit on he wasn't in any danger of inhaling any of her. He didn't much care if he was catching a ride somewhere, but he was a little bit worried that he wouldn't be going in the direction of his goal. She began to fill him in on the Reticulans, and his worry changed focus and intensified. He'd heard little more about the Reticulans than their name and the fact they were bad news. Apparently, some species weren't at risk from them, or weren't of interest to them, so word of them could leak out. But the more he heard about them from her, the more he felt sick. Her talking about little gray men... it was all over the pop culture of some few hundred years ago, places like Rozburg and shows like The X-Cases, or something. He was in an emotional quandry, now, the more he listened. But part of him was still categorizing and recording what she told him. Telepathic hive-mind, check. Able to dominate other species remotely, check. Physically formidable even without mental powers, check. Able to regenerate if even one of their hive survives an encounter, check. Humanity turned into docile farm animals... check? He stayed quiet through her explanation of Telkran honesty, then said quietly Lya, much as it pains me, I have to point out, if you were indeed lying, you'd say the same damn thing. He sighed, and turned to look out the cockpit window. It sounds like we're talking genocide, here. Isn't there time for my people to react when the Reticulans come sailing in? He tried to keep the note of desperation out of his voice. This was no time to panic. If he could get word, somehow, to the Feds, they could use that overblown military budget for something useful. Hell, Lya could sell them some weapons, and they could mass-produce them to fight the invasion. He had a quest that he hoped would let him live free, but he had intended to live free with other humans around, and the Reticulans didn't seem to be wanting to allow that, if what the shapechanger was saying was true.
Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

He didn't respond to her complaints about his suspicions and her suspicions and his space suit. He still had a fair amount of air left, and he was too preoccupied to do much about it while he was thinking about the enslavement of his race. He accepted the power pack back automatically, and put it in his belt he barely even registered it as he did it. She gave her explanations, and then took him out to show him her wares. He wasn't sure how this was supposed to prove anything about her truth or the truth about the Reticulans, but he observed and noted in kind of a daze, looking at all her wares without fully knowing why. She finally got to her point, and he had to agree, it didn't seem like something any species would do just for one ship, and that meant if he could believe her about the Reticulans that maybe she was right about what they were doing there. And that meant that humanity... The species wasn't going to be dead, of course there ere always outlying settlements, individual traders who would see something was up, word would spread. He knew personally a few telepaths who possibly could resist the domination, but that would be, what, two? three additional people? Who knew how many individuals Division Psi had in their stable that might stand a chance, but even still, a bare handful of individuals within and without the Reticulan's influence, scattered over parsecs and parsecs of space, that wouldn't be a sustainable population. The human race might not die, but the free human civilization had just been given a death sentence. When this hit home, he stumbled. He seemed to lose all sense of balance, and pitched backward to bump against one of Ship's inner walls. Before Lya could do much more than stare, he fell to his knees, and slumped. The tracker fell from his hands, and his suit speakers made an odd noise the first time, it sounded like some sort of distortion, but the second time, it was recognized as a sob. His shoulders began to shake as he began to cry. He reached up and fumbled for his neck seals. With a hiss, his helmet came away, and revealed his face for the first time, his slightly stubbly cheeks streaked with the tears of his grieving for his species. A shuddering breath, and he tasted the air inside Ship for the first time odd, in a way that was more like a natural planet than an unusual recycler. He let the breath out in a sigh, done with his sobs for now. Now he had to speak. Unlike your people, deception is sometimes a way of life for humans. We betray each other regularly, so we all are suspicious out of necessity, and protect ourselves whenever we have to. My name's not Frodo Underhill, that's a name from a book, where it was a fake name to begin with. I'm Dizzik LaFontaine, and you'll have to excuse me a minute, but you've just told me my species, almost everyone I've known or cared about, is to be enslaved as a food source. I'm thankful for your help, but I need a little time to adjust.
Thread: Relationship in School [Willow/Tezumak99]

Can anyone tell me whats going to happen when I bring this torch close to the balloon filled with hydrogen? He said out loud to the classroom. A few minutes passed by and Ethan still couldn't get an answer out of them. To be serious, he felt bored too. It was the day before the weekend and already the kids were talking about their plans coming up. One student perked up the comment of 'this class is boring' and Ethan couldn't help but shake his head, smiling. Well, he said, bringing the fire closer to the balloon. Suddenly, the balloon popped and zoomed around the room. A few screams and gasps could be heard as some students tried to get out of the way. No homework for the weekend. And may I remind you, don't drink and drive. Some of you live close to me and I can hear the music blasting all the way down the street! Some students smirked as they hurried out of the door. Ethan watched the last one go before turning around and erasing the board. He filed everything into his folder before. He sighed a relief that the weekend was finally over and un-did his tie. Shooting his papers into the trash can, he sat back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Thread: Relationship in School [Willow/Tezumak99]

It wasnt really her first day for teaching the class it was really the following week. She walks into a classroom and stopped. Her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and she smiled, light red lips. Her hazel eyes saw the teacher sitting there in his chair. I'm so sorry. I'm the new English teacher. I start Monday. I was just looking for my classroom. I wanted to get to know my way around the school so I wont get lost. She says to him as she walks into the classroom. I'm Jasime Mason. She says and offers her hand to him to shake it.
Thread: Relationship in School [Willow/Tezumak99]

Ethan almost fell off the chair when he heard a voice behind him. He sat upright and shook the sleepiness out of him. I...guess you've come to the right place. He stated, getting a good look at the person in front of him. He reached in, taking her hand and shaking it. I'm Ethan Bennet. And this is my class. Finally, this is your classroom. He ran his hand through his dark curly hair and sighed a relief. So when do you start? He asked, taking a chair and sitting down.
Thread: Relationship in School [Willow/Tezumak99]

This Monday. I see why I got classrooms mixed up. It's right next to yours. She says to him softly and smiles at him. Since I am new here and all. I was just wondering if you would like to join me for dinner at my place? She said but didnt make it sound like a question. She looks at him and pulls out her little notepad which she wrote down on a peice of paper, hands it to him. I love to cook besides loving to teach. She says to him softly. English and cooking are my thing. She says to him softly. Seven tonight is when I'll have dinner. I just hate eating alone. She explains to him softly.