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Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

Jack. Jack Houdini, the Chaos Maker of Underhive. Have you heard of me? She almost sounded giddy at the thought of being known even way up here in the Spire. She knew her name had gotten around Underhive and to some of the Midhivers, but that would truly be a feat! She wondered if that might be arrogant to think like that or just prideful. But couldn't the two be interchangeable? Or was that more like white and ivory? Well, there wasn't much difference there... It's funny, to be honest. I earned my name. Did you? She asked, her smirk giving her a cat-like appearance. Maybe he would figure out he was being toyed with. Maybe not. He didn't look very smart, after all. No wonder he hadn't understood her scientific ramblings! For shame. He should read more.
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

He narrowed his eyes in annoyance, he wouldn't tell her regardless..but Roy certainly sure as hell never heard her at all, but that snide expression just made him grit his teeth and throw caution to the wind as he shifted his footing and grabbed her wrist, tugging the gun under his right armpit with a soft glare. Damn, that blade was razor sharp..he could feel blood trickle down his throat just a little, guess he got a little too reckless. I suppose I should show you who I am, then. He growled. Let's dance, bitch.
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

Bitch? I haven't even been mean once! I haven't even called you names. She pouted at him, feeling her wrist trapped by his arm. But she could see the blood dripping down his neck in small little rivulets from the sharpness of her blade. One had to be careful in Underhive. She sharpened and cleaned all of her weapons every day. Not everyone could afford new weapons. Yet since he had insisted that they should dance...she moved her free hand to drag her fingertips teasingly over the front of his trousers before she used her body to press hard into him so he could feel every feminine curve and contour of her figure. Her lips were at his ear once more as she spoke in a soft seductive whisper. My, my...aren't you a big boy. If you wanted to play, you could have just asked..
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

Roy was...not expecting that at all, what in the hell was WITH this girl? He shifted almost uncomfortably away from her hand which unfortunately, loosened his grip on her arm. ...You're out of your damn mind. He muttered. Who did that in the middle of a fight!? Her voice was hypnotic, and in that terrible way of thinking. It was like a black widow lulling her food to it's doom and he wasn't going to fall for it. ...He was pretty sure, positive that he wasn't going to fall for it. God dammit, he was Roy Harada! He didn't get charmed by women, HE charmed women! They were blessed to share the same bed, and now this underhive garbage was treating him like he was some play thing!
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

Yes, well, when you're born into a place where there is no hope, no light, no mercy, you lose what little sanity you were blessed with no matter how hard you try to hold onto it. Her hand stayed hovering above his groin, an immense tease in and of itself, which she knew from the way his pupils kept dilating. He wasn't used to this he was used to being in control. Well, she was going to pull that tablecloth from underneath his platter! She decided to test how on edge he was by rimming his ear with the very tip of her tongue. It was a soft, delicate, wet little swipe of her tongue that was designed to pull any kind of reaction out of him. She was hoping for something satisfying. Well, at least to her. I wonder, Roy, if your supposed pure bred genetics can keep you from getting aroused by a woman you are meant to hate and despise like a forbidden treat that's bad for your health and yet...maybe you'll crave it once you give in. Who knows? I'm not a mind-reader.
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

The first thing Roy did was jerk away with a grunt, rubbing his sleeve on his ear. He didn't like that feeling that burned into hos chest as he groused his annoyance with an adjustment of his shirt. Stop that! He muttered. Do you not have any sense of shame!? I am not some stick of candy for you to lick! Please, he was Roy Hamada..he didn't fall for white trash, even if she had more intelligence that most of the sycophant women, after all..the real important people that weren't Roy were out actually doing work..the women worth the trouble. And this woman wasn't worth the headache she was causing! Why was she acting like this?
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

When he jerked away, he didn't seem to realize he had loosened his hold on her armed hand, which allowed her to pull it back and away from his reach. This was actually...fun! She couldn't help but laugh and it was a sweet and innocent sound as if she had never been tainted by Underhive. Watching his face and gestures, she couldn't help but smile at him. It was just very highly amusing. He seemed to want to be refined rather than actually be refined. Shame? Why would I have any of that? And you might as well be, you sure are sweet... She licked her lips, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She moved closer to him again, sliding a hand along his waistline, touching his muscles and the bumps and dips left by scars. She could have fun exploring that figure. If he ever let her, which he seemed disinclined to do. She didn't really understand it. It wasn't like she was ugly.
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

Stop touching me, He growled, gripping her wrists. I mean it, Disregarding every thing about her, and the fact that he had warned her no less than five or six times already. He was serious this time, what was her problem? What was HIS problem? He had every right to send her on her way in the most violent way possible, and instead she was playing this cat and mouse game with him and he was failing..miserably. Her fingers were deft and smooth, reminded Roy of a pianist..or his Master who used to slam him into the dirt with a single palm strike to his gut, that association did not make him any more comfortable around the girl..but it did make him stupidly curious. Curiosity killed you, literally.
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

I can't stop touching you if you put your hands on me, Silly Boy Roy, she said. She smiled at him still, pressing her hips into him instead since he had her wrists now. She moved only her lower body, like one of those old world belly dancers lost to history. She couldn't help that he made her a bit...crazy. The irony made her want to laugh, but she managed to hold it in. He was staring at her, worry lines showing up on his handsome face. She wondered what exactly he was so worried about. It wasn't like he would ever catch her again. Not unless she wanted him to. The clock on her arm caught her attention and she realized that play time was over. She let out a soft sigh and looked at him with soft innocence and something that almost resembled regret. If you mean it, you'll let go and I'll be on my way. Plus, you don't want to be seen in such a compromising position. I know I wouldn't be caught dead in one. She smiled then, all previous emotions wiped out. Get it? Dead? I crack me up sometimes.
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

... Roy had found the woman crazy beforehand, but now he was pretty much sure she was out of her mind. Part of him found that terrifying, but the other part of him wondered why she seemed so..interested in him, or was he just thinking too deeply about it? Regardless, he was caught even further off-guard when he was pressed against her, and he grunted in annoyance. He knew that feeling, the one his father always told him to ignore deep in his gut, like a burning fire that was going to consume everything and burn him in the process. Wanderlust? Or maybe just seeing the unknown element in a different light? He was a Noble, he had no place in the affairs of the poor, he had his own purpose to fill. Excuse me, Mr. Harada. He heard before he actually stopped staring at her face, glancing up to see four enforcers, one of them raising up his shotgun. We'll handle this, sir. He quite honestly wasn't sure what the fuck he just did, but he felt his hands relax away from her grip. Bah..just..some crazy girl, that's all it was.
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

She knew from the sounds of the voice that they couldn't see her face just yet. She heard the light clink of a gun being aimed at her and she tipped her head the slightest, her goggles sliding onto her face and making her look like one of the old dirigible pilots. It was bad enough a noble had seen her face, but if the Enforcers saw it, she'd be doomed. They would track her down for her offense and she couldn't have her father getting mixed up in her sloppy mess. The world went black for a minute as the goggles secured over her eyes before the light was back. They wouldn't be able to see her eyes, but she could see them. It had taken her years to perfect her goggles because parts, time, and technology was so scarce in Underhive. It had taken several prototypes and help from an ally to finally get it all right. So she could see when no one could among other little nifty things. The goggles still had some glitches, but it did what it needed to do. She always carried a little bag of tricks, but those were always for emergencies. Everything was scarce in Underhive unless you were a Gutless or inventive. Relaxing her shoulders, her arms dropped to her side. She was still holding her Beretta blade and Roy had cuts on him but wasn't seriously injured. Did she want to use him as a meat shield? A hostage? A distraction maybe? Which would be easier and which would allow for less punishment? She knew that Enforcers sometimes had shaky fingers and if they thought their precious noble was in danger, they wouldn't dare shoot him- especially with the weapons they were packing. Enforcers didn't know the meaning of travel light. Giving Roy a brief smile that was tainted by mischief, she spoke softly so only he could hear. Do forgive me. It was then that she spun around, keeping one foot planted beside his own, gun blade raised to shoot at the Enforcer holding the shotgun. She didn't pause in her movement as she used her planted foot in an attempt to throw Roy off-balance while planting her hands on his back with a nice hard shove. With his guard down, he'd at least wobble a bit and that was really all she needed. He made a darling little distraction- even if it was brief. She didn't bother to see if her decoy had worked as well as she hoped as she snickered, running as fast as she could to dive over a flower bush and vanish into the garden, knowing that none of them knew about the panel underneath that led to the bowels of the Hive.
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

Roy had a very bad feeling about when she put those goggles on, and even more so when she turned around and a gunshot rang out, and suddenly Roy was sent sprawling forward, stopping himself in time..only to get a shotgun stock slam against his face, he went sprawling in a spray of blood as he groaned in surprise. Wait...what..? You okay, sir? One of the Enforcers grunted as they helped the man to his feet as Roy shook his head in pain, rising up shakily as he spit out blood, and he was soon staring at one pissed off enforcer and two wary ones with their shotguns raised. Roy supposed he couldn't blame them too much given the situation, but now everything had cooled down and he was currently nursing a cut lip that he spit out more blood. ..Did you know that woman? No, He grunted. I've never seen her before today. And I had a feeling they didn't believe me, the closer they edged on me with an annoyed frown. We're going to have to ask you to come with us, sir. I didn't do anything wrong! Roy protested. She just..came up to me! How is that my fault!?
Thread: Under The Flickering Lights (Hahvy and I)

She heard all the shouting from beneath the panel before she secured it in place so it looked like undisturbed grass once more from above. Sitting in the little cove for a moment, goggles switching to night vision after a few stutters, she let out a small sigh as she held up her Beretta blade. Roy's blood still marked the razor sharp edge and it made her frown. She didn't have her cleaning tools with her at the moment so by the time she made it home the blood would be dry and harder to clean. With a shrug, she tucked the gun blade back into it's holster and soon slid along the rusty and dirty pipes. It was going to be a long journey back and she had the feeling that Roy was in a lot of trouble. It kind of made her laugh to think of a noble being in trouble. It was like thinking that people weren't murdered in Underhive. It just didn't fit.
Thread: We have cookies (mistress X Killer)

IT was the best sensation in the world, to smell the burning flesh and her the crisp sizzle as he held the saber deep in the Jedis abdomen, the red glow was the only thing that lit the room as his foe gurgled and spurted out blood before dropping his own saber, the soft zipping sound ringing through eh silence before both blades were extinguished and the zabrak took a step back, his black cloak flying up as he hooked the light saber back onto his belt, watching his opponent fall to the ground without another sound, a twisted grin on the sixths face as he stood there in the darkness. with the room silent again the Sith could hear the muffled sound of blaster fire coming from the rooms around him as his soldiers took quick work of any civilians stupid enough to stand up against eh Sith Empire. Sabhail and his men had landed on a republic moon right on the edge of the neutral line after they had gotten word of a new Jedi temple poking up. The Jedi had been naive to believe such a place could stay hidden for long so close to the Sith border, even stupider to think that one Jedi knight could protect a temple of younglings, even his expendable soldiers were worth more than the force sensitive whelps that were being trained here, Sabhail had yet to see anyone other than the knight be able to wield a light saber. Though he was hoping that would change soon. I can feel your fear in the darkness, there is no use hiding. The Sith hissed out, his arm extending in eh darkness to throw out a bolt of lightning , the air going crisp as it ionized around him and the light flashed form his fingers to strike a light post in eh darkness near the stranger he could feel cowering in he corner.
Thread: We have cookies (mistress X Killer)

Seely had witnessed the entire fight and slaughter. She had her hand cupped tightly over her mouth to muffle her breathe and restrain herself from screaming as she watched her Jedi Master murdered before her very eyes. The young apprentice had been training with the Master of the temple before the attack and was commanded to hide with the Zabrak came. Tears streamed down her cheeks for the loss. And then the Sith called her out. Lightning struck out lighting up the dark room. Seely tucked her arms in and rolled out of the way and into sight. Her hand went to her belt and a purple glow extended from her light sabor. It was time she avenged the fallen Jedi. Her only choices were to attack or die. Clearly she chose attack. Seely lifted up onto her feet and charged towards the Sith. I am not afraid of you. I will avenge my fallen Master! She cried out while gripping the metal handle tightly in both hands. The apprentice charged forwards waiting until she was a few feet in front of the man before kicking off the ground and stricking her light sabor downwards from above. If the Sith was paying enough attention to the girl he would notice something quite you unique about the girl. She had the tentacles of a Nautolan but her eyes were human like and not black though she would not let him get close enough in the darkness to see they were a bright green. Her golden yellow skin looked brown in the darkness but practically glowed against the light of her blade. It was hard to tell beneath her robes but black spots danced down her sides. Seely the Jedi apprentice was a very rare mixed breed, the child of a Nautolan and Twi'lek.
Thread: We have cookies (mistress X Killer)

Seely looked down at the soldier that walked into the room. She recognized the colors. They were the same as the Empire that attacked the temple. The Sith Lord must have decided to take her prisoner instead of snapping her neck in half. Though judging by the objects in the room dieing might have been the better choice. Since she did not have that option her next option was to find away out of the Hell ship. It was time to put on a show. Oh, someone really is out there. She began. I know I am a prisoner but these cuffs.. She said looking up at the electric bindings that held her in the air. Her voice was soft, youthful and innocent. They are too tight. They feel like they can pull my limbs out of place. Could you please take them off? Her eyes began to water and her throat chocked up as if she was about to cry. Her lips became pouty as she continued. I am starving. They don't feed us much at the temple and I don't know how long I had been knocked out. I feel too weak to stand on my own so if you uncuff me and lock the door I will still be a prisoner. If you leave me much longer like this I could get hurt and then I won't be of any use. She paused a moment to allow him to consider it and reflected on his second question, what did she want to know. Could you at least tell me what ship this is and whose room I am in? Or w-why I was saved when everyone else had to die! At this point the tears burst forth and she began to cry. She really was quite the sad sight. It was not hard to make herself cry when she thought about losing her master and fellow apprentices. The acting came from a childhood of conning suckers on the streets. After a good minute of tears she looked away shamefully, her body slumping in dismay. You really don't care about any of this do you? She stated retorically. On your way out could you at least return with some food? She requested hopelessly as if she expected him to be heartless and dismiss everything she had said.
Thread: We have cookies (mistress X Killer)

The trooper had to resist bursting out in laughter, maybe on a cadet her charade would have worked, but he hadnt rose throught he ranks by feelign pitty for every last victim he came across that gave him the pouty face. as she spoke he walked over to her and climber up on the bed to raise his hand up to her , letitng the glove dhand sldie down ehr wrist and push her sleeve out of the way to press on a puncture wound att eh soft flesh on ehr elbow joint. you feel this? while you were out we fed you nutrition through a needle, your stomahc migth be empty but i know you have mroe than enough energy to live. he said to quickly contradict one of her clames befoer his hand movced over to her chest his ahnd pressign on her robes to feel the size of her hidden treasure. and from the size of these i'm sure you were fed well. his hand moved quickly away though out of instinct, he wasn't stupid enough to linger long knowing if Sabhail came bakc and saw him touchign his trophy the soldier was as good as dead, with a reluctant groan the soldier hoped of the bed and circle daround tot he foto of it as far as possible form the girl, his face felt hot in his helmet as he clicke ed the locks off and tpulle dhte hlemet off he needed soem fresh air to calm himself as he spoke again. his head was clean shaven, not because of rule sbut becaus eof necesity, if they were attacked whiel he was off duty he knew he wouldnt have to fuss with any amount of hair to get his helmet on, and unlike his sith lord who was alien to a strong degree this amn was obviously human all except for hte metal patch that covered one eye givign awya hsi cybernetic implants that clicked every tiem he blinked, and withotu the muffle of his helmet gave off a soft humming in the otherwise silent room. I think you know i cant let those bindign off of you, last tiem i disobeyed my lord, well i didnt start off as a cyborg. He admited, givign ehr a fair warnign of how brutal his master could be. You are here on the Defiant, an imperial star cruiser run by our Lord Sabhail, your captor and most likely executioner. an apprentice liek you would hold no valuable information for him to to torture out of you, so i asume you are his trophy, be glad, trophies last longer than prisoners.
Thread: We have cookies (mistress X Killer)

For a brief moment, when he silently climbed up onto the bed she had actually thought he had fallen for her pouty face and was going to free her. That was just wishful thinking and too easy. Her temple would not be wiped out by troopers that were that gullable, it would be insulting. Instead he pulled down her sleeve to prove a point. Seely tried pulling here arm away in discomfort when he pressed on her flesh. Needless to say it did not budge from the tight electric bonds. It was also a sore spot she had not noticed until it was pointed out. This was going to be trickier than she thought. Her green eyes watched his hand go to her chest and once again her body instinctively tried to pull away but with no success. Luckily he clearly was not as lustful as she had heard the dark side was. Otherwise this could have ended differently than the trooper stepping off the bed and taking off his helmet. His cybernetic eye was the first thing she noticed. It was hard to miss. H-he strikes down his own men?! She questioned in a fearing disbelief. Although from her last meeting the Sith Lord she was not truly surprised at his handy work. Still even after being called out on the food she kept a sad, frail, weak composure. How long does his t-trophies usually last? She asked while trying to think of another way of convincing the trooper to loosen her bonds.