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Feb 19, 2012 15:28:51 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Feb 19, 2012 15:28:51 GMT -5
Ambient Vivid green eyes slid from the window as soft pink lips pursed carefully around a straw, taking a dainty draw from a glass of alcoholic drink; although unnecessary, the straw poking out from the glass was a part of a passive habit, a ritual of sorts to keep her lipstick from smearing despite the fact it was one of those expensive cosmetics that stayed on no matter what . The plastic tube lingered on the bottom row of her white teeth as she nibbled it thoughtfully, giving a cursory glance around the bathroom. It were one of those expensive decorations you could see in Galaxy wide catalogs. ”Mediocre.” Danica concluded under her breath, pushing the empty glass away. Warm, residual lighting leaked from the interior of the bathroom to gently illuminate the dark, archaic landscapes beyond; the black marshes were brought to a momentary clarity with each lightening that broke dark the sky. Beautiful planet, one may say even too beautiful. It was her first time on Naboo, so far from Coruscant. For the briefest of moments, the woman’s face was gently illuminated by the soft, powder pink glow of a datapad as she checked the hour. Late night; Time to end this party. The woman stepped out of the bathroom, letting herself to relax a bit though unpleasant pangs of anger were putting a small frown on the Danica's surgically sculpted features. It was suppose to be a good business opportunity; turning out into some decadent party of bored Naboo nobles. The market here wasn't ready for Liv and Co which was conveyed her in a polite but awfully aloof manner. If it was on Coruscant, Danica wouldn't let herself to be treated like that but it wasn't the capital. Somehow she felt Devon's hand behind this farce. The little man was slowly pushing her over the edge with no way of removing him swiftly from her life. Clenching her gloved fists Danica slowly walked toward the ballroom. Air was filled with laughter and the smell of exotic spices. Ever step made her red stilettos to dug deeply into plush carpet. Who had placed such thing in the middle of a hallway? With angry movement she took off the expensive shoes and threw them on the other side of the interior. Inhaling deeply after this display of inappropriate behavior Danica smiled. The pair of designed high heels hit the wall with a loud thud, leaving two nasty scratches in a spotlessly white walls. With a grin of self satisfaction the human turned away from the ballroom ,deciding to just rest in her room. She got a glimpse of a silhouette in a corner of her eye but it was only a mirror. Danica wouldn't pass another chance to look over her low cut glacial blue dress with small pearls embedded in the material. Costly tears, her mother would call them. The woman was a vain creature and she cherished it. ”Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all.” A soft chuckle escaped her, almost a girly giggle; That was when Danica realized she was tipsy. Not aware there may be someone else with her, someone with much darker intentions than spoiling a business deal, the young woman leaned against the wall; Her comm device sparked to life in a pinkish glow as her small fingers worked the panel to send an angry message to Devon.
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Feb 25, 2012 16:24:55 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Feb 25, 2012 16:24:55 GMT -5
A dark figure lurked outside. While the gentry and their business friends wasted away the night partying and giving each other favors of influence, Nieraan had been watching. Waiting. He'd been there from the very beginning, when the sun was still low in the sky, and still he lurked beneath the light of a full moon in a starry sky. Orders brought him here, to this quiet little celebration of wealth on Naboo. There was a couple, husband and wife, that had to die. They were small-time members of the Sith aristocracy, whose recent actions had gained the attention of those in the Order. It turned out that the two pups thought themselves more valuable than they truly were, and intended to use their imagined influence to pry favorable concessions out of the Order. Their arrogance was laughable. Nieraan was to send them a message, in no uncertain terms, that the Sith's eyes and ears were everywhere, and that the Order's reach was long. Most importantly, of course, they were to learn that they were expendable. There were already arrangements in place to have their holdings transferred into the ownership of smarter, more loyal family members once they'd been made aware of the errors in their assumptions. So now the only thing to worry about was delivering the actual message. Nieraan had considered several options during the trip from Korriban to Naboo. He could take up and alias and disguise himself, acting as a patron while he snuck into the party. But that wasn't really his style, and besides, he didn't fit the mold of the person who'd attend this sort of thing. At all. The idea had quickly been scrapped. As the time for the party drew nearer, he ultimately decided that he'd do things his way. Make a scene. Make a statement. He allowed the party some time to go on. The hours crept by, but as they did, the guests gorged themselves with food and wine. The few guards grew lax and comfortable with no sign of trouble. Complacent, all of them, the Firrerreo though from his perch high up in a tree. I could kill them all they wouldn't know a damn thing.Deciding it was time to act, Nieraan quietly moved down his branch, which stuck out over the building's roof. Two guards were up top, lazily chatting with one another. They'd have to be the first to die. He dropped to the roof on silent feet, landing in a crouch. He'd forgone his typical jacket and sash today, instead donning a light suit of armor. It was black and form fitting, with matte grey durasteel and ceramic plates. Easy to move in with some extra protection, and a facemask that kept his appearance hidden. Nieraan slunk quickly and quietly across the roof until the guards came into view. Nieraan smirked coldly and held his hands out. The Force flowed and wove tight knots around their necks as their feet left the roofing beneath them, and for all their struggles, they went limp and fell dead after a few moments. Nieraan smiled coldly under his mask and moved forward. There was a door on the roof that lead inside. He paused near it, checking to be sure he had his trio of lightsabers, and in and started going down the stairs. It was almost time to start the fun. Armor link
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Post by Poludnica on Feb 26, 2012 5:49:23 GMT -5
Danica paused, a small bevy of butterflies bursting suddenly into her belly just to turn into a tight knot of fear. - This wasn't alright... Tilting her head towards the source of the muffled noise, she strained her eyes and ears. Nothing...The hallway was empty. Confident that she was the only conscious being in the hallway after a moment spent carefully observing her surroundings. There were laughs coming from the ballroom but they seemed distant, as if a glass wall was separating her from it. The vague feeling of threat wouldn't want to go away despite making sure there was no one lurking behind her.
One last glance in the mirror and Danica was ready to leave this boredom fest. She wouldn't mind some excitement, really. Even the talks were horrible, circling around the same thing. Danica hated politics; listening eulogies for the Republic in every conversation made her wanting the hosts to drop dead. There would be at least something interesting going on. Cursing under her breath, the woman walked over to her discarded high heels. With satisfaction looking over the damage – couple of scratches in the white wall – Danica put on her pearly white stilettos and turned to leave when another wave of bad feelings washed over her. Tensing muscles, the woman stopped, turning to look around. N
Nibbling on a lacquered nail, verdant eyes looked hesitantly down the dismal and empty hallway. What was going on? With a sigh of frustration the woman began to walk away from her room and toward more secluded and much darker part of the mansion. The feeling of dread didn't want to go away. It was something Danica had had since childhood but it never came with such a strength before. She reached the end of another hallway, noises from the guests just barely audible by now, though enough to be heard beneath the tip-tapping of her heels on the marble floors. Nothing, all just shadows.
A single sound pierced the silence and Danica yelped, letting out a small whimper of fear, but it was only her comm device. Already feeling boiling anger, she tapped the datapad, letting a hologram to appear. HoloNet had good reception here, but only a symbol of her company showed up and a single name. Devon was on purpose blocking image, leaving only sound.
”You as*hole! It's all your fault.” Danica didn't even bother to greet the lawyer. Something he was very familiar with. ”Lovely.” High pitched, male voice rang through the empty hallways. That is where it started, a harrowing, at least fifteen minutes argument with curses that would make a pirate blush. Danica considered herself a lady of course, but only toward someone who deserved it. Ending a long string of accusations with a juicy 'f*ck you' she threw a comm device at the opposite wall. Her cheeks turned scarlet red by now. Devon always knew how to push her over the edge. It seemed like a hobby of sort for the sleazy bastard.
Close to tears, Danica leaned against the wall, taking a moment to calm down. That would be unfortunate if someone important would see her in such state.
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Feb 27, 2012 15:45:05 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Feb 27, 2012 15:45:05 GMT -5
Down the quiet steps Nieraan went. He passed through the attic, quick and quiet as a shadow, and made his way down to a maintenance catwalk that was suspended from the roof over the main floor. Here he stayed, crouched and quiet as he observed his surroundings.
He was in a hall. Muffled music and voices drifted in from deeper on in the building, where the festivities were still ongoing and likely would continue late into the night. Or until he made his presence, known, anyway.
After gauging that there were no guards within immediate line of sight, Nieraan grabbed the railing on one side of the catwalk and, in a show of athleticism, jumped over the edge. He came down in a deep crouch with the grace of a cat and the aid of the Force. The carpet ruffled slightly on the impact.
Nieraan stood quickly and began to move toward the main gathering area. He would have to be quick now; there weren't many places to hide in an open hallway and he wanted to be sure that he was the one that initiated affairs, rather than some guard.
A presence flared in the eye of his senses. He froze where he stood, putting a hand to the hilt of the green lightsaber that hung behind his waist. There hadn't been anyone a moment ago--not in the hallway. He could feel the other beings in the building, but they were further away. Not immediate concerns.
But this one...
Light glinted dully on his faceless mask as he whirled around with saber hilt in hand. The Force surged into his being, ready to act as he commanded with the flick of his wrist or wave of a finger.
No one before or behind him, but he could hear noises. Angry ranting, then quiet. Nieraan stretched his senses further, focusing on the presence. Emotion surged in the being, but there was something more--a spark of the Force.
His brow furrowed. That could be a problem. Something would have to be done.
On silent feet he moved again, trotting quickly from the expensive rug to the smooth marble floor. He prepared weaves of the Force, and as soon as he turned the corner, he stopped.
It was a woman. A very beautiful woman. Surprise made him hesitate for half a heartbeat, but he recovered just as quickly.
"You make entirely too much noise," he said quietly, keeping his weaves of the Force ready in case she tried to run. He'd stop her, wrap the Force around her. If she screamed, he'd strangle her with the grip of his will.
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Feb 28, 2012 3:15:07 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Feb 28, 2012 3:15:07 GMT -5
The red haze of anger had left to hide in the back of her head which immediately ended with a sharp intake of breath. The woman squeezed her eyes tightly shut, jaw setting grimly against the excruciating electric sear stabbing into her temples. With trembling finger tips, Danica lnavigated blindly for a medication hidden in an expensive purse. The small pill that would alleviate her sudden flaring torment. A cocktail consisting mostly of Ketoprofen and other painkillers was closed in a small, blue capsule. Without hesitation she took two and swallowed without any water. The pain lasted a moment but began to fade away slowly, eliciting a sigh of relief from the woman's full lips. .The flaring nerves under her skull calmed, the pain slowly ebbing away. It didn't plague her often, those sudden migraines often followed by a strange feeling of uneasiness. She breathed in again, letting the medication to work its way fully through her system. Once Danica opened her eyes again, her vision was a bit hazy which made a small giggle to escape her. Only then the woman realized strong painkillers and alcohol could have such an effect. Feeling now much more lightheaded, Danica decided it was best to just sleep. Her room had nice fluffy pillows and a lot of...stuff. Yeah, stuff. Smiling at this thought, the woman turned on her heel, almost falling onto the floor. Stilettos and drugs was not the best idea so yet again this night they landed discarded on cold marble. One the painkillers stabilized in her blood, she regained a bit of balance and only a light state of euphoria stayed. That was much , much better. All emotions dulled, including flaring anger, it turned Danica, as never, into a ball of tranquility and peace. In other words, she was stoned out of her mind, at least when emotions were concerned. Lilting a popular tune, the human began to walk briskly toward her room through dark corridors, dreaming about lying down until something large and dark obstructed her view. Slowed reflexes didn't let her to act fast enough so the woman unceremoniously walked into a tall, armored figure. The tune came to a rapid halt and verdant eyes looked up. She met with an empty look of a face mask. Her first thought: it was a guard, correcting only when her glacial gaze moved toward what looked like a hilt...of a lightsaber. Something she had seen one time in her life. ”Huh...I find this song really nice.” Her responses still dulled by the painkillers, including possible fear and anger, at least for now as the small pang of worry began to crept up her spine. It took a moment for her, longer than it normally would anyway to finally make up any coherent addition to her words. ”If you are here for a party, don't bother. Boredom fest. Though I am not sure they invited a Jedi.” Her voice was calm, if not to say playful.
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Feb 28, 2012 17:02:17 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Feb 28, 2012 17:02:17 GMT -5
Nieraan looked down at the woman on the floor. The faceplate of his suite kept his expression blank and lifeless. Alien.
”If you are here for a party, don't bother. Boredom fest. Though I am not sure they invited a Jedi.”
Nieraan snorted softly. He was no Jedi. But she'd seen the lightsaber in his hand--he saw the way her eyes caught on it--and assumed. She was lucky; for some Sith, being called a Jedi was a huge offense, punishable by death. For Nieraan, it was an annoyance, but little more. Besides, if she felt he was a Jedi, he saw no need to disillusion her. Jedi were keepers of the peace. Protectors. Not assassins.
He didn't say a word as he looked down on her, wondering what to do with her. Killing her would be easy. The press of a switch, the flick of his wrist and she'd be dead before she knew what was happening. But that would make noise, and strangling her would take too much time. Besides, she was pretty. Good face, nice slender body. Killing her would be such a waste.
Not to mention, if the guards found her before he could act, they'd know something was up.
Rather than speak, he bent down and put a hand over her mouth. With the other, he grabbed her by the arm and picked her up. She was heavier than she looked, but he was strong, and it was simple for him to hoist her up. "Stay quiet."
With that said, he moved a few steps down the hallway, pulling her along with him with his gloved hand still keeping her mouth shut. He kicked open the first door they reached. It lead to a small utilities room, which was blessedly empty. He moved her in, stepped in after and shut the door behind him.
Once inside, he released her. There wasn't anywhere for her to go, and if she proved too troublesome, he could just deal with her and leave her in there. But first, he had to see if she could help him in his goals. Maybe she could be of use, if she was anything more than a pretty face.
"I'm here for a couple," he said quietly. The faceplate kept his voice low; it could amplify it, but he preferred for the moment. "Kieran and Jaina Tardoln." He kept his eyes locked on hers, but the mask kept his expression from changing. It was constantly cold, smooth, uncaring. "Are they still here? It's of vital importance that I get to them, and quickly."
Of course, he knew they were there. He hadn't just spent all those hours outside watching guards. But perhaps she'd reveal better information to him--he could only tell so much from the outside. He only hoped for her sake that she didn't lie.
Or waste his time.
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Feb 28, 2012 17:40:01 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Feb 28, 2012 17:40:01 GMT -5
There was a sound coming from beneath the mask but so distorted that she could only assume what it could mean. A feeling of threat and anxiety appeared in her body but so dulled by the painkillers Danica didn't even register it. For a long moment the woman looked with wide open verdant eyes at the armored man. She opened her mouth to speak again when large hand closed it. Now the surge of fear was stronger but not enough to push her body to reaction. Danica was generally fast in her responses but this man was much faster. The scared woman didn't even make a peep when he pulled her along the hallway, finally cramming into one of countless storage rooms. If she didn't have those five drinks, the situation would make her feel really awkward as it wasn't Danica's habit to go into tight interiors with armored strangers. But now It only caused mild physical uncomfortableness as the room was small indeed and she had to shift, to not being pressed by the much taller man.
Finally the late response of shock and anger seared her nerves. She pushed away the man's hand in a gesture of defiance.”What the hell?! Who do you think you are?” Danica tried to push herself to the doors but the intruder had effectively blocking that way out. His voice was hushed, very cold and emotionless. It made a cold shudder creep up her spine. ”You are no Jedi...” Her mind was still affected by the drugs but it slowly started to put things together.
”What? Are you into some sick threesomes? Ew.“ Danica often, especially when under influence would speak sooner than think and that was automatic thought that jumped in front of all others. That was disturbing in a sense but then again the last thing the woman expected on such events. Only then realized it was most likely very stupid and very careless thing to say. ”Ok, listen! I may know it...but I need to know why.” She added quickly, tremble on a verge of panic could be heard in her voice when the drugs began to wear off as adrenaline pumped them away. Danica was realizing how grave the situation was.
The couple was rather well known in the sector and even on Coruscant. A bunch of alien loving traitors her father used to say but she just called them uptight pricks. Danica didn't like them, thought as annoying and they were those who had blocked official opening of her club in the neighborhood. It was her task today to talk them into some cooperation. And it was them who had treated her a spoiled brat who didn't deserve attention. That pissed her off. The word 'murder' had crossed Danica's mind back then but mostly in a metaphorical sense. ”You are not here...to kill them, are you. or..steal from them?” She asked carefully, surprised by her own baldness, though the voice betrayed apprehension if not panic.
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Post by Rugs on Feb 29, 2012 0:31:17 GMT -5
”What the hell?! Who do you think you are?”
Nieraan smirked beneath the cover of his mask. You don't wanna know. What a surprise that would've been for her, to realize she was being dragged around by a Sith--a Sith with very malicious reasons for being at a party for the rich and famous.
She tried shouldering past him, but he didn't budge. She was stronger than she looked, but he was stronger still, and much more solid. He was, as far as she was concerned, a wall of metal plate, armored mesh, and muscle, and he wasn't going anywhere. She soon realized this truth and gave up. Nieraan kept down a chuckle.
”You are no Jedi...”
Aren't you a clever girl? Again, Nieraan didn't offer a response. Just kept looking at her coolly, his mask unchanging. And how long did it take you to figure that out?
He continued to stand there, waiting for her to answer his question. Waiting for her mind to register the words that'd come out through the vocal emitter in his mask. If she keeps wasting my time...
”What? Are you into some sick threesomes? Ew.“
"What?" Nieraan said before he could stop himself. Is she serious? A gloved hand tightened on his lightsaber and his brow darkened dangerously. Not that she could see. If she was going to play stupid games with her, he'd just deal with her as was appropriate. What a shame, he thought, to waste such a pretty face.
But no, something changed, in the demeanor of her face and in the Force. Worry, realization of the blunder she'd just made. Yes, she realized this armored, faceless man wasn't someone to toy with.
”Ok, listen! I may know it...but I need to know why.”
He could hear the panic on her voice. He could feel it rolling through her in the Force. Better. But those aren't the terms I started with.
”You are not here...to kill them, are you. or..steal from them?”
Nieraan grinned maliciously. "I'm only here to deliver an important message to them," he said coolly. Perhaps it was time he emphasized their positions in the matter. He couldn't deny there was a certain amount of physical attraction he felt toward the woman--she was beautiful. But there was a job to be done, and he was going to see to it that it was.
He lifted his right arm and pressed his hand against the top of her chest, below her throat and above her breasts, and pushed her back against the wall. His touch was controlled, and the push was gentle, especially considering what it could have been, but it was firm. Strong. And if she tried to push back against him, she'd likely find out, very quickly, that his arm wasn't going to move.
It was a simple thing. A show of physical strength and little more, but he knew there was an intimidating air--a mysterious presence--around him, and he would use it.
And right now, he would do so to show her that he was the one in charge here. And he would be the one asking questions.
"Now, you're going to tell me what you know." Nieraan kept his voice flat and cold as he spoke. Almost emotionless. It wasn't something the fiery Sith normally did, but he still remembered tricks from the days he spent running with gangs. Being an enforcer. Interrogating people.
"You're going to tell me now, and I might just leave you unharmed."
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Post by Poludnica on Feb 29, 2012 5:47:46 GMT -5
Seconds measured with every breath. Danica's carmine lips opened to speak but she closed them quickly, the more dangerous the situation was becoming. If he wasn't a Jedi but still used the Force...the implication was not comforting. Not all the Force users stayed in the order, many would use their skills in a much more sinister way. She inhaled sharply hearing a hint of anger in the man's voice who probably didn't like her remark which only made her to press against the wall more. To no avail as the wall didn't want to vanish.
As the drug began to flush from her system and fear rose, Danica had to call on for all the self control she had been taught by rigorous training, managed to get fear under control at least enough to think more clearly. To plan. Coiled muscles relaxed a bit but involuntary tremble wouldn't go away as her mind raced through possible solutions. One of them ended up with her being sliced with a lightsaber. Not enjoyable perspective, although being raised by someone like Cassius had given her certain amount of immunity for physical and verbal intimidation.
The other part of Danica's personality, calculating one, also called in an opportunity if played right. ”What guarantee I have you won't kill me once I help you?” She asked breathlessly, trying to escape unpleasant, sharp metallic scent of the man's armor. No one wanted to live witnesses, there was little Danica could do, however, unless by cooperating which was not a common word in her dictionary. ”A message? Like a...kill you dead message or I will beat you up kind of message...?” The woman asked carefully, weighting her words, especially when the man's hand came up to press against her bare collarbone.
”How dare you...” A breathless whisper left her lips as the man pusher her against the wall. She could feel pressure of cold, armored palm against her throat. Gentle as it was, it didn't leave much room for interpretation. The woman tried to pry it off but it wouldn't budge. Anger was now as present as fear; never in her life Danica had been treated like that. No man had touched her without permission. Again the woman tried to remove his hand forcefully. The intruder's threat had the reversed effect to expected to the point Danica tried to bite his fingers like a wild cat. ”I don't know where they are! Do I look like their babysitter?! I know where they will they be in few hours after this party is over...but I will only help you if you will help me.” That was a risky move, foolish even but this human was not know for a cautious nature. ”Think about it, I may make your task here much easier. If you kill me now, you will lose that opportunity.” Danica suspected he was here to harm them, that was a rather easy guess now when her mind was clear...Clearer. It was almost surprising this idea didn't disturb her as it should. Grab this chance. Someone' loss can be your gain... Rang in her head.
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Post by Rugs on Feb 29, 2012 10:20:04 GMT -5
It was amusing, watching her struggle against him. She tried to push herself free against his grip, but it wasn't going to happen; he was too strong for her. But she was a feisty one, at least. He liked that, in a way. He couldn't decide if her beauty made watching her struggle better or not.
Perhaps he would let her live.
”I don't know where they are! Do I look like their babysitter?! I know where they will they be in few hours after this party is over...but I will only help you if you will help me.”
Nieraan's faceplate didn't change. It continued to stare at her blankly. But he was waiting. Listening to see if what she had to say was worth consideration or just the pleas of a frightened, desperate woman.
”Think about it, I may make your task here much easier. If you kill me now, you will lose that opportunity.”
"Yes, I would, wouldn't I?" he said, humoring her for a moment. His hand didn't move, keeping her pinned back against the wall, but his eyes did. They lingered on her wide, bright green eyes, full lips and breasts, even her slender waist and hips. But for the mask told he was just standing there, staring coldly at her. "And other opportunities..." He let the word linger, let the meaning float away for interpretation.
Let her think what she would. He still had a job to do.
"I will humor you," he said quietly. "But if you double-cross me, you'll regret it." His arm bent slightly as he stepped forward, putting himself closer to her, but not touching her with anything but his hand. He leaned in with his face a little further, bringing the mask just a little closer to her. "They are going to die tonight." Honestly, he wasn't as concerned with saying that as he might have been; if she could think at all, she'd probably pieced that together already.
"Now," he said coldly, hand still pressing her against the wall, "I answered your question. How are you going to help me?"
"And I do advise you, be quick and stop wasting my time."
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Post by Poludnica on Feb 29, 2012 12:44:11 GMT -5
It was frustrating to interact with a blank, empty expression of a helmet. No emotions, no expression she could read, nothing to use. Only cold, unapproachable presence. Somewhere in her a string of worry, a familiar feeling she would sometimes get began to vibrate. Danica thought she could almost see ill intentions this man had. Despite great self control the woman couldn't hold back tell-tale signs of fear. Her hands began to shake and fair cheeks became even paler.
She didn't like the tone of his voice, the way he said the last words. ”Sure...” Danica said breathlessly, desperately trying to keep calm. Her mind immediately went where all women would probably go in that situation and that possibility really scared her. Though the man here was a professional, no one random would get in undetected, it was most likely a tactic to force obedience. It was remarkable how men used similar tactic every time to do that. Starting from Cassius.
As pressure on her neck collarbones increased Danica's breathing stopped for a brief second, expecting the worst but he just brought his facemask closer now inches from her own features. She wasn't even trying to hide dread that surged through her body. ”No double-crossing.” The woman acknowledged, sigh of relief followed her words.
It was what she suspecting but still such blunt confirmation send icy pangs of dread through her veins. Danica was not a person of high moral standing, she cheated, lied, purposefully harmed competition but killing was not in her repertoire...Until now. ”So happens, I don't like them too.” She said, staring into blank, yellow pits of the helmet. The woman tried to shift her position but the man's grip was vice and strong. ”They are now surrounded by people – guards, guests. I doubt even you could make it, but in few hours they will be in alcohol induced stupor. In their respective rooms. I can let you in a security wing where guests have their rooms. Couple of balconies up and you are in their place. Sounds good?” Danica felt like in a surreal dream. Such thing she would expect to see in a cheap holo movie and not fancy party.
”There will be guards, you will have to deal with them too, maybe get their armor. I don't know, but only honor guests have access to that wing. If I was with a guard or....a man in a suit, they wouldn't ask questions. Such things happen all the time on parties.” Only after this speech Danica realised she was holding her breath. The human didn't like a bit the implication of this whole plan but there was nothing else and the man seemed to be very, very impatient one.
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Post by Rugs on Feb 29, 2012 15:27:05 GMT -5
Fear. Yes, Nieraan could feel it rolling off of the woman in waves now. Fear was a powerful motivator, when used correctly, and Nieraan had no qualms with such uses. After all, he was a Sith. She was not. He was strong. She was not. He could snap her neck without laying a finger on it, could crush her organs from the far side of a room, if he felt like it. She couldn't do the same.
Fortunately, she realized this and gave him the answers he was looking for. Nieraan, in turn, dropped his hand from her throat and released her from where he'd been pressing her against the wall. He even took a step back, returning some distance between them. She was still trapped, though. She wouldn't be leaving the room until he allowed it.
"There," he said evenly, smiling slightly beneath his mask, "was that so bad? You make too much stress for yourself, taking so long to answer my questions." He snorted a laugh and stood there, eyeing the way her clothes fell over her. The low cut of her dress, the way the blue fabric complimented the tone of her skin... Yes, she was a nice one. He'd have to be careful around her; if anything, the wants of the body might prove to be the biggest threat to him.
But that wasn't something to worry about now. Now he had to think.
"A few hours is a long time," he muttered. It was an especially long time to have to pass off blending in. There was little doubt in his mind that he could handle whatever complacent guards were waiting near his targets; she didn't know the extent of his capabilities, after all. But different views could bring better opportunities, though he wasn't keen on abandoning his armor, either.
"A guard or a man in a suit..." Nieraan shifted his weight from one leg to the other and returned his lightsaber to hang with the others on his waist. He folded his arms across his chest. "And what will happen for these few hours it takes for them to get back to their rooms, hm? You do know that now that you know what I'm here for, I can't allow you to go wandering on your own..."
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Post by Poludnica on Feb 29, 2012 16:30:47 GMT -5
Her breathing began shallow and irregular, almost heaving, when the man took his hand away and stepped back. As if she had just dodged an incoming spaceship. Danica took her trembling palm up to touch the freed place on her skin. She could feel slight pain from the pressure, probably even a bruising, blood pooling where her small, delicate capillaries were ruptured. Fear quickly turned into anger as Danica cursed out the intruder in High Galactic. One thing the woman wouldn't tolerate from anyone is ruining her body. Still, her voice remained hushed as she pressed her frame into a corner.
Danica's eyes flickered to the lightsaber than to the doors and finally back to the dangerous obstruction in her path. There was no way around him and the smug bastard knew it. The man's short laugh made her jerk a bit. ”Some say troubles are my specialty.” She drawled through her clenched teeth, fear quickly replaced by more waves of irritation. Danica wanted to slap him, scratch his eyes out...if he had any, but at the same time had last shreds of the self preservation instinct. That could mean only one thing – the man would quickly understand what passive aggressive meant.
”Maybe you can curl up on a rug.” She muttered back, a barely audible whisper. Danica tried to avoid gaze of the empty mask, especially when noticing gentle head movement that made her pale cheeks to bloom in a crimson glow. He was eying her up...The woman was often flattered by man's attention, this she always had but now it caused not only an embarrassment but also fresh surge of anger.
”You really like the sound of your voice.” That was another whisper but the burning shine in her verdant eyes was a clear sign of the woman's agitation. ”I don't know. What do you want to happen for these few hours?” She asked with a shrug. ”Listen! I have a gain in this too, a very profitable gain. Amount of money likes of probably won't see in their lifetime, why in the God's name I would rat you out?” Danica's dame of self control finally gave up which caused all the boiled up frustration to close in these few sentences.
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Post by Rugs on Feb 29, 2012 23:38:40 GMT -5
The woman's cheeks flushed, ever so slightly. It was hard to see in the dim room, almost imperceptible, but Nieraan noticed hints of it. A soft, amused smile touched the corners of his lips beneath the steady, unmoving veil of his mask. So she knows I'm looking, eh? It was hard not to chuckle at her, but managed.
”You really like the sound of your voice.”
Nieraan cocked a brow at that and titled his head slightly to the side. It was the first real show of any sort of 'facial' reaction that he allowed. "Do I?" he asked. The vocal emitter kept his voice low and cool. "You've said more things here than me."
It was easy to see that she was annoyed at him. The anger, the fire that burned in her eyes as she looked at him was amusing really. Almost attractive. If time weren't such an issue until a plan was further worked out, Nieraan almost might have been tempted to see how else he could push her buttons.
”I don't know. What do you want to happen for these few hours?”
Now both of Nieraan's brows rose. It was too hard, far too hard to keep from saying something. "Nothing appropriate..." he muttered casually. Off-handedly, as if it were the sort of thing to say to an woman he happened to drag into a utility closet. Let her think what she would; she'd asked for it.
”Listen! I have a gain in this too, a very profitable gain. Amount of money likes of probably won't see in their lifetime, why in the God's name I would rat you out?”
Nieraan shrugged. "Desperate people do stupid things. It would be such a waste to kill you, but well, don't think I won't if you give me a reason to."
He paused, still considering the options she'd laid out. A disguise. A guard or a man in a suit: a guest with her. It wasn't want he'd wanted, but if it gave him a quicker way to get to his targets, then perhaps it was viable. It could at least be considered; if he changed his mind, he could always go along with his original plan.
"Let's say I decide to take this suggestion of yours? I need a suit, and a place to wait out the time until it's time to strike." He shifted his weight again, leaning slightly to his left with the pauldron over his left shoulder barely touching the wall. "I would hope that the person who suggested the idea has the means for me to change, and a place where it can happen. I would also assume she's ready to get out of this closet."
This did, of course mean that he would have to trust this woman, to a degree. The same woman he'd just dragged down a hall and pressed against a wall. The same woman he'd made threats to as easily as talking about the weather, all while looking at her with attraction tainting his thoughts.
Yes, it was an odd position he was going to be walking into. But if she had reason to want them dead, as she said--and he hadn't felt lies in her presence--then maybe he could trust her. And if she didn't, well, fear was a powerful tool to keep people in line.
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 1, 2012 8:48:56 GMT -5
The flat tone of the man's voice, distorted by the emitter in his mask was unnerving. She had no cues on how to act, how he felt even how he looked. Danica felt like blind. Biting her lips, she kept quiet, as the man's senses were sharp enough to catch on reckless comments but the lewd comment was not something the woman would let go. More anger could be seen flaring in her chartreuse eyes. ”Go ahead. I'll just watch from over there. ” She snapped, trying again to squeeze her way toward the exit.
The woman stopped struggling for a moment, her gaze looked for any other reaction than slight tilt of the armored head. Mentioning death did have an effect and the woman calmed down a bit, backing down but the signs of fury: flushed skin, burning eyes, heavy breathing as anger wracked Danica's frame.
”I think someone else is desperate here.” The woman said, voice shaking with raising emotions. The idea started to form in her mind that the large part of the fact she was alive right now was that the man wanted something more than just help. It was horrifying, objectifying and downright frightening. Her imagination already made guesses at how the intruder looked like – probably terribly ugly, old soldier with scars and warts...Yeah, warts.
With a reluctance visible on her features, Danica responded only: ”You can wait in my room as for the suit...get one from a guard. Steal? You can kill but not steal?” She shrugged, unfortunately the woman wasn't into man's clothes to drag them with her to fancy parties.
”What do you have under there? Danica poked the metallic armor, forgetting for a moment about the fear once the common goal was set. He needed her to make his life easier, she needed him to make some money, already made her feel safer. ” Maybe even simple clothes would do if I said you were a....uhmmm....my company. If you ...look decent enough. There are technicians here, cooks...Not only people in suits.” The last couple of sentences stuck in her throat like a tight knot. ”I have a reputation to keep.” It sounded ironically since she was now helping a hired assassin.
”I need to get out, I can't breathe.”She complained loudly once the man mentioned leaving this place. Danica suddenly felt her breath getting short, hectic as the adrenaline was wearing off and again the mess she got herself into.
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Post by Rugs on Mar 1, 2012 13:57:47 GMT -5
Nieraan allowed himself to chuckle again at the woman's reactions to him. Her feistiness was impressive. Amusing. Attracting. "Desperate? No, none of that here."
It was obvious that the anonymity his suit provided was getting to her, as was the fact that she desperately wanted to get out of the little room he'd dragged her into. She tried to squeeze past him again, but like the last time, her efforts didn't yield her a thing, and wouldn't until he decided it was time for her to go.
”You can wait in my room as for the suit...get one from a guard. Steal? You can kill but not steal?”
Nieraan snorted, shaking his head slightly. Of course he could kill someone and take their suit. But it added another layer of complexity to their situation in a body that would have to be concealed long enough to not interfere with his plans.
"Fine," he muttered flatly, "I'll deal with that."
”What do you have under there?" The woman said abruptly. One of Nieraan's dark brows arched as she started poking at his armor. She poked at the plates, for some reason. Why, Nieraan didn't know, but she certainly wouldn't feel anything beyond the smooth metal. Had she felt part of the mesh, she might have felt a hint of the hard, athletic body below the armor. Maybe. though the suit was light and fit well over his form, it was still padded and a bit thicker than it looked.
"It's a mystery..." Nieraan answered quietly, barely above a whisper.
"Anyway," he went on once she'd finished talking. "I am going to find a suit."
A smile spread across his face, showing his sharp canines. It was nothing short of malicious.
"And you are coming with me."
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Finding a suit hadn't been hard. All it took was a bit of skulking around and finding a guest who thought he would be leaving early. Nieraan told the woman to stay out of the way, choked the man from afar with the Force to gag him while he closed the distance and quietly broke his neck.
A quick, clean kill, and more importantly, a demonstration of abilities to the woman.
Nieraan had dragged the body up into the attic and stuffed it in a crate. Now he was following the woman to her room where he would change. His armored suit was still on, and the suit and shoes he'd stolen were tucked neatly under one arm.
"Hurry up," he muttered as he waited on her to open the door. He kept his senses stretched out, and was well aware of any movement potentially heading their way. Fortunately, they were in the clear. For now.
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 1, 2012 15:33:55 GMT -5
The touch of a cold metal plates was not pleasant. Danica quickly took her hand away as if she was burned. At least the assassin agreed to take care of the suit. The woman had no idea how much troubles it would bring...In her dictionary the word 'kill for a suit' didn't exist. Generally the word 'murder' was pretty abstract; not expecting anything really aside from stealing a suit from a poor guest and with a huff of irritation Danica left the closet, quickly follow the armored man. ”Do I have a choice?” She just asked, not really expecting him to respond. It was obvious he wouldn't let her go off to wander alone.
Pausing few times to make sure no one had seen them, Danica kept as far from the man as she could. She had met couple of force users but no one so malicious. The woman had a strange sensation of feeling the man's dark aura seeping through the suit. Her every step was cautious, very deliberate as if she was scared of making even the smallest noise to drew the assassin's attention. Danica was far from clumsy, her dancing regime left her movements full of grace and ease but the mysterious...not Jedi...or a dark jedi, whatever they were called, did bring much of unpleasant tension resulting in her nearly breaking an expensive Ryloth vase. Danica quickly put the thing in place.
Finally they run into a lone man. She knew him, a minor prospector on Naboo, rather calm and shy older man with a likeness toward exotic art, just like Danica; Rioman, was his name. The woman stepped forward to ask for cooperation when the assassin basically pushed her away issuing curtly an order to stay back. Before she could react, Rioman began to choke. ”What... A confused whisper left her lips when Danica watched the spectacle, horrified. In took few heartbeats to take the man's life during which she stood numbed with shock finally exploding with the wave of emotions. ”What the f*ck?! What the hell is wrong with you?!” The woman shouted out, crouching next to the lifeless body. ”Get your hands off him!” Danica snapped when the assassin tried to drag the body away but he was stronger if only because of using the Force. That was it...It was a complicity to murder, and a murder of one of few people that were likeable.
Without any warning tears began to trickle down her face, smudging slightly carefully put make up. ”He had a name you ass*hole.” She tried a clumsy, angry slap but it didn't pan out too well. It took a good few minutes to calm her down enough to drag toward the room. Danica accepted, at least superficially, her fate of being an accomplice but not without saying: ”I hate you!” Into the cold mask, before stepping into her room.
It was one of those luxurious guest rooms with large windows leading to large balcony. All the necessities were there including small bar, holonet and a computer console. Of course a large closet was there too...Danica refused to look at the assassin with the expression of anger and aloofness.
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Post by Rugs on Mar 1, 2012 16:18:21 GMT -5
He'd ignored her outbursts for most of the way back. Short of her failed attempt at slapping him, which got her a little wave of a finger, Nieraan drowned out her complaints and tears and wailing.
All he had to do was get inside. Inside, where her noise wouldn't draw the guards and ruin everything.
Thankfully, she got the door to her room open and stepped inside, but not without first making a loving declaration of her feelings for him. Nieraan silently shook his head and followed her in, closing the door behind him.
The woman's room was... nice. Quite nice. Better than my room in the Temple. Though that wasn't saying much of anything.
Nieraan dropped his stolen clothes on her bed and looked at the woman. She was standing away from him. Refusing to look at him. "Some of the things I put up with," he muttered under his breath with a sigh and a shake of his head.
Of all things, he hadn't expected the simple act of killing a man to set her off so much. After all, it was her that had seemed all too willing to go along with his little plan to kill his targets.
Yet here she was, shaken to the core.
Wasn't like I was just gonna ask the old man for his clothes.
Nieraan shook his head, chalking it up to another swing in the woman's strange moods. She'd get over it. Eventually.
In the mean time, he decided he'd get out of his armor and see if his clothes at least fit. That meant she would see him--actually see him, not just the armor that covered him. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, but there it was.
He started with his helmet. His fingers found the release for the mask and raised it up. He set it down on the bed and pulled off the rest of his helmet with it.
If she'd truly been expecting to see an old soldier with wrinkled, warty skin, she'd be in for a surprise. His face was young--no older than a man coming into his twenties. His skin, with a very faint gold tint, was smooth. Shaggy black hair with streaks of blue fell around his face, nearly to his shoulders.
Helmet removed, he moved on to taking off his gloves, then his chestpiece. It was one solid piece that connected into the top of his pants. Nieraan went through the process of removing it, and after a few moments, laid it out on the bed alongside his helmet.
Though he still had his pants to deal with, it felt good to be out of the heaviest part of his armored suit. And Nieraan was, as she'd probably see if she ever looked at him, very impressively built. He still wore a dark blue undersuit beneath the armor, but it was sleeveless, leaving his muscular arms bare, and both thin and form-fitting. The finely-defined muscles in his chest and back showed through it; so too did the outline of his abs, even relaxed as he was.
He was just thankful it covered the eleven faint lightsaber scars on his back.
"You know," he said to her, not really paying her much attention as he removed his lightsabers, "for someone who wants me to kill two people, you act like you've never seen someone die.
"You know what you're getting into, don't you?" He paused, turning to look over his shoulder at her with a brow arced questioningly.
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Post by Poludnica on Mar 1, 2012 17:13:57 GMT -5
Ambient Waggle a finger? Really? It nearly made her forget about the poor Rioman. No one had ever before treated her like that, aside from Cassius. Her craving to scratch the man's eyes out . With cold, angered expression Danica looked at the window, stubbornly refusing to make any eye contact with the assassin. At least until a faint click of the released armor didn't reach her ears. Instinctively the woman whipped her head and froze in place as she watched the man carefully. ”You're an alien...” She said breathlessly. Somehow in her mind was a picture of an older human, probably because her entire childhood Danica spent with only her own species. That wasn't the biggest shock, however. The male seemed obscenely young . At least couple of years younger than her but the skills certainly didn't match someone who was barely twenty. Then it clicked as Danica managed to place him among the various species around the Galaxy - Firrerreo. A species Cassius would call filthy cheaters – resembling humans but with characteristics that put them in nearly animal spectrum. Sharp teeth, extra membrane, long life-spans, strange hair color.... For all she knew, the male could be past his fifties. There was another thing, however, that had made her wonder. He was handsome, contrary to any previous image Danica hold of him. His boyish features well evenly and symmetrically sculpted and sharp canines gave predatory edge to young features. Not what she was expecting at all. Carefully, the woman followed his every move as if sensing some kind of danger. His body was muscular lean ,betraying harsh training, his species was not gifted naturally, similar to human, though sharp canines betrayed a streak for hunt. This male was certainly dangerous in many ways, force was only one of the elements in this. She still was angry but also curious, curious of how someone so innocent looking came to do so horrible things but then she saw his eyes – unnatural yellow. Was this just blood of his species? Something more? Danica felt a strange pull in the core of her being as if dark tune played withing her soul. ”I haven’t seen death, what you did was horrible.” She said on a verge of tears again. It was safe to say Danica had enough, Her rather seared nerves, already overloaded with stress, were on a verge of durability. The last question didn't help as it only exposed the gravity of the situation. ”Listen, alien scum, the man you killed didn't deserve it! The couple you aim for, they are horrible, but not this man. You had no right!” The woman exploded, not caring about the consequences by now. Anger boiled through her veins like it used to when Cassius tried to mold her views as his own. Alien, scum, not worthy of looking at...She walked over to the male, trying yet again to place a slap on his gilded cheek.
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Post by Rugs on Mar 1, 2012 18:06:43 GMT -5
Nieraan's gaze paused on the woman as he looked at her. She had turned around sometime during the stretch of time when his back was to her, and now she was looking at him.
Intently.
His yellow eyes met her vivid green, and for a moment he stood there, studying her. Yes, he was an 'alien,' as she'd said. He wasn't Human, which she must have been expecting if her shock was anything to go by.
But there was more than just seeing that he was a Firrerreo that held her attention. He saw her eyes making subtle movements, looking at more of him than just his face. Even more, he felt her emotions changing through the Force. Curiosity. Interest.
So you like what you see, do you?
He turned around so that his front was to her and watched her quietly, wondering what she would do. Now he had to be careful. He couldn't hide the movements of his eyes behind the steady, unchanging protection of his mask. She could see him fully, and that brought the chance of her catching into the fact that he was interested.
But it was hard not to look her over.
”I haven’t seen death, what you did was horrible.”
Nieraan shrugged dismissively. "Horrible? It was a quick death. I was nice to him, as far as deaths go." Now it was quite apparent this woman was a stranger to death. For Nieraan, killing had become routine, and it had done so long ago. By the time he was sixteen, it'd been a regular part of his life.
”Listen, alien scum, the man you killed didn't deserve it! The couple you aim for, they are horrible, but not this man. You had no right!”
One corner of Nieraan's mouth pulled up in a lopsided smile. But, before he could say anything, she was storming her way across the room. She stopped close to him and pulled her arm back. He saw the slap coming, could read the intent for it in her like an open book through the Force.
Strangely, though, he let her slap him. Her hand smacked loudly against his check, turning his face slightly. It stung a little, but it didn't bother him. Compared to all the pains he'd felt through his life, a slap might as well have been a breeze blowing on his cheek.
"The only difference between them," he started, his face still turned slightly aside, "is that you've already decided they deserve whatever I decide to do to them. But you'd better prepare yourself. If you can't handle something as simple as that, you might be in over your head."
He turned his face back, looking at her again. Again he looked into her eyes. They were deep and vivid. HIs own eyes had been the same color once, before his fall. "And alien scum, is it?" Amusement rippled through him. His eyes shifted slightly as he looked down at her, finding her lips, going further down to the curves of her body...
"Interesting thing to say," he said. He moved a step forward, narrowing the already small distance between them. "But you looked so intrigued a minute ago, when you saw what I really look like. I could feel your interest."
Amusement rippled through Nieraan and he chuckled softly, showing the tips of his sharp canines in a quiet little grin. "You don't have to hide your curiosity..."
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