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Post by Poludnica on May 22, 2012 10:11:22 GMT -5
It was irrational, Danica kept telling to herself, dancing around the club with the assassin. The girl recalled all the nights from the last three weeks when she had come to wide awake, replaying that meeting on Naboo over and over.Irrational. Her mind repeated feverishly. It was crazy to care for a man known for few hours. And yet Danica didn't want it to end, clinging tightly to hope that this time would be different and the Firrerreo wouldn't leave like so many before him. Foolish dreams. The girl tried to crush the growing longing but it was impossible with Nieraan so near.
Broca, though, managed all the hope to be blown away as quickly as it appeared. Muscles of her jaw tightened at the soldier's words. Devon's interest didn't bode well. She gave a scared glance to Nieraan who didn't even try to hide the displeasure. The girl was thinking about some witty retort when Broca was shoved aside.
The human stumbled and only his training let him to keep the balance. Danica yelped and stepped back, almost falling over a table. For a moment pure and untainted fury was visible on Broca's scarred features. He wanted to tear the cheeky boy asunder but he wasn't a fool. No one stood a chance against a trained force user unless wielded similar powers. The aged soldier killed them differently, one on one was a suicide. He needed more men to do it, surround the bastard and take him down with few shots of his slug-thrower. But there was someone that could be punished instead...
Coiled, tensed muscles relaxed when Broca stepped away, refusing Nieraan's challenge. Instead he turned his now cold gaze at the girl who was cowering near by. Danica paled under the gaze, knowing fully well what would happen. Broca and the others were an insurance her father had paid to keep a close watch on his daughter along with a will that would take everything away from her if she rebelled. Until Cassius was only half-dead, Devon was the one who governed majority of the holdings along with dozen other stockholders. All of them part of the daddy's crew.
A good pupil to Cassius, Devon had learned to punish Danica for such things in indirect, painful way. Small hindrances: freezing accounts, sabotaging projects, bad press – never direct violence. Maybe because it would be easier to bear. Though once they killed her mooka pet. The girl could only dread what it could be this time. Broca smiled coldly as if reading Danica's thoughts and inhaled deeply in self-saisfaction. ”Move, little girl. We don't have all day.” The man drawled, hints of previous anger still lingering at the edge of the words. The woman nodded, trying not to provoke something worse.
The soldier moved away to speak through the comm, thought his dark gaze was still fixed on Danica. Her own eyes traveled to the Firrerreo, expression of hurt and disappointment marring her features. ”Damn you, Nieraan.” She said, holding back tears of helpless anger at the thought of yet another offense Devon would add to his growing list. ”Lets get back to the ship.” The woman added, trying desperately to keep the appearances. It crossed her mind to just leave Nieraan here but the idea didn't bring relief. It would only make her more lonely than she already was in this den of wolves.
((OOC: Feel free to move them next to the ship. ))
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Post by Rugs on May 28, 2012 18:34:05 GMT -5
Satisfaction tried to rise at the back of Nieraan's mind when he pushed Broca. The big man stumbled back, only barely saving himself from falling over and looking the fool in the middle of the bar. 'Not so tough now, are ya?' he could have said while looking tough and puffing his chest out. He could've even just laughed.
Neither happened.
Nieraan was too annoyed at having a moment--his moment--interrupted by some big, blundering brute to care that he'd done as he intended. Besides, his superiority to Broca was a known fact. He could snap the man's neck with a twitch of his finger. He could crush his organs without laying a finger on him, and he could pull the very essence of his life from his body with the strength of his will.
And you'd best learn that before I kill you, whether she likes it or not.
Nieraan stared Broca down. The brute, however, backed away from Nieraan's challenge and looked icily at Danica. Nieraan snorted loudly. "What? Can't even look me in the eye can you? Coward." He wanted sorely to spit on the man's face.
Danica was terrified. Nieraan could feel it through the Force, and Broca seemed to be able to tell as well. He disregarded this as expected; of course she would be frightened with the way Broca walked in on them, but so long as he was around, the brute wouldn't lift a finger against her.
Or he wouldn't if he knew what was good for him.
Yet a part of him couldn't help but feel that something was awry, that he'd created more problems than he'd solved. Whatever, he thought as the group began to leave the bar. Problems were easy to deal with.
A blade in the back solved everything.
”Damn you, Nieraan.”
Nieraan raised his brows and spread his hands slightly, as if saying 'what?'. He almost did, but in the presence of some of the woman's hirelings, he decided to save his words for later and left with the rest of them.
The whole situation baffled him. Danica was in charge, yet she was afraid of her own men. She could terminate their contracts at any moment, or could even tell him to kill them, and yet she honestly was afraid. The woman had so much power in her hands, but she didn't use it. It didn't make any sense.
The Firrerreo just shook his head. He raised a hand as they passed the table he and Danica had been at a few minutes prior, and his bag can flying to him. He grabbed the strap and swung it on over his shoulder.
Outside looked much as it had when they left it. Some of Danica's mercenaries were milling around the ship. Nieraan imagined others were waiting onboard. He wasn't sure how long they had left until the fueling was done, but Nieraan was abruptly ready to be gone, rid of this dock and its annoyances.
If only he could make it so...
"So," he said to Danica, keeping his voice low and Broca from butting in, "what are you hiring me for anyway?"
There was another talk he wanted to have with her, with things she needed to hear. But it would have to wait 'til another time, when he could be sure that hers where the only ears that heard him.
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Post by Poludnica on May 29, 2012 8:30:38 GMT -5
She could feel tears of shame filling her eyes. Vivid crimson glow brightened Danica's cheeks at Nieraan's display of his rooster's pride. A part of her, terribly small part, was happy to see him react, that this moment was important for the Firrerreo enough to drop the aloof, detached attitude nothing could move. The woman saw genuine annoyance, anger even on argent touched features– maybe for the first time since they had met.
”Don't! That's enough.” That was not even a shout of fury but helpless pleading dangerously close to panic. Broca only smiled at the insult, his menacing gaze still fixed on Danica. ”But why? I think your toothy friend is just warming up.” The girl winced at the venomous words spoken in High Galactic. It was her father's language, whenever he had wanted to show people how stupid and insignificant they were. Broca was no different, there was a reason after all why Cassius had hired him all those decades ago, even before Danica was born. It was more than a business deal for both of the men, it was a friendship that had lasted many trials. Even now Broca felt some kind of obligation toward dying Cassius, not as an employee but a comrade.
The girl pried the attention away from the abhorring man and looked at Nieraan whose surprise had told her everything she needed to know. He had no idea what was going on; for him the deal seemed easy. How to explain the Firrerreo her position was nothing but one of a figurehead? A poster girl with small, gilded cage made of emotional and financial blackmail. Would he even bother to listen?
A small yelp escaped the young woman when she noticed the bag drifting toward them. Broca's hand moved slightly closer to the slugthrower but other than this the human didn't as much as raise his eyebrow. The kid was a show off, probably could less than really projected. Still, a force user was a force user; never too careful around them.
”Why to even bother with carrying things if you can make them fly?” Danica asked sarcastically, still angry about Nieraan's little stunt but that wasn't the most infuriating little details in all this. Something else took that crown. Despite proof after proof how different the two of them were, she felt her attraction toward the Firrerreo growing stronger. His defiant nature, relentless impudence - everything rich Coruscant elite despised – appeared to awake strange desires. And it scared her.
Broca walked out first, suspiciously happy about how the things had ended. It didn't lessen Danica's fears in the slightest. She was walking next to Nieraan, much closer than before. There was no point in hiding now, was there? The girl's expression grew somber and bleak, mirroring the turmoil of emotions swirling under it. It took her a moment to register that Nieraan tried to start a conversation. Moist, green eyes ventured up but the gaze lacked focus and its typical sharpness. It was apparent the woman had troubles with gathering her thoughts at this moment.
”It's about...” Danica shook her head. What was it really about? Was it about the help in recovering the artifacts? The girl's attention moved to Broca whose features returned to its normall state of dull emotional void. Or something else entirely... Before Danica could voice her doubts, a strange noise cut the air and in a corner of her eye the woman noticed one of the guards falling down with a burning hole still smoking in his chest. The girl froze in place too shocked to make a sound. Was this really happening?
((Surprise me with baddies ;D I made the post on my break so grammar may be bit clumsy, will try to fix it later >.< Sorry!))
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Post by Rugs on Jun 7, 2012 15:22:14 GMT -5
The group moved along in relative quiet, once outside the bar again. Nieraan's mood quietly soured as they approached the ship, still waiting for the fueling process to reach completion. He held no illusions of what'd happened back when Broca came barging into the cantina. His moment with Danica was over, and he probably wouldn't have a chance for another for some time--not until Nar Shadaa had been left behind and the ship had slipped into the quiet realm of hyperspace.
Maybe.
Nieraan sighed quietly, eyeing the big man sidelong as he walked. Broca, he decided, would pay for his insolence. Oh, he wouldn't kill him, not yet, but the brute would have to be taught that it wasn't wise to cross Nieraan.
And Danica will learn to see him put in his place.
Such were plans for later, though. The journey to... wherever it was they were going would likely take a while. Nieraan had time. Time to spend with Danica, and time to plan a lesson for her big oaf of a guard dog.
Just have to strike first. Just have to be sure...
A flutter in the Force, subtle like the wind below the wings of a butterfly, caught Nieraan's attention. He glanced back over his shoulder, feeling a quiet tension buzzing in the back of his mind. Something was awry. What that something was, Nieraan didn't know but on a world as choked with life the what was often hard to discern.
He turned around and continued to walk, as Danica began to speak, but his hand fell to one of the hilts hanging on his waist. No matter what he thought, he couldn't shake the feeling that some danger lurked just beyond the edge of the shadows.
Danica spoke, and Nieraan heard the words, even if he didn't listen. The flutter in his mind turned to a quiet roar. As guards fell before them, the Force warned of another, unseen threat.
Up. Behind.
Adrenaline began to flood into his blood. His heart beat faster in his chest and it felt as though the world slowed a hair around him as he spun around.
Up.
Nieraan looked up, scanning the shadows with his eyes as he searched the air with the Force. Something glimmered as a shadow moved.
There.
Nieraan began to move.
While his body leaned forward to burst into a run, his arm came up, fingers splayed toward Danica. Threads of the Force, woven through the air in frantic haste, grabbed hold of her and yanked her aside as a bolt of plasma seared the air where she'd stood a half-heartbeat earlier.
Nieraan was sure he'd hear no end about it later.
Everything after that happened very quickly.
He went bounding off toward the cantina. The Force surged through his being, blurred his sprinting until he abruptly leapt into the air. He came crashing down partway up the building's face, grabbed a strut that held the bright neon sign to the wall and vaulted himself skyward again.
When Nieraan came down again, it was on a balcony. A man swore loudly and stumbled back, dropping a rifle as he fumbled awkwardly for a pistol at his side. But fear made his mind slow, and his fingers falter. Nieraan sneered down at him.
The man managed to free his pistol from its holster. Nieraan kicked the thing from his grip before it could be brought to bear on him. A foot came down on the exposed wrist, crushing it with a wet crunch that was covered by a sudden fit of screaming.
Nieraan crouched down, ignoring the man's suffering, and picked him up by throat. He was strong enough to lift him under his own strength, but with the Force still rushing through him, still forcing strength to his body, he held the man easily. Casually.
"You should've picked your timing better," he muttered as he turned around and stepped up onto the balcony's edge. His lips curled up in a smile, and dangerous amusement flickered in his acidic eyes. "Not when I'm already pissed off."
He jumped.
The man yelled as they rose through the air, reached their apex, and began to fell. Nieraan drew the Force in around him, bracing for the impact with the ground. He leaned rolled slightly forward in the air, preparing to land in a crouch that'd see much of his weight pressed into the man when they landed.
He would be prepared on when they hit the ground.
But the man, when they came slamming down hard enough to dent the metal street below, was not. It was a merciful death, though; he was already dead, or would soon be. It wasn't really any of Nieraan's concern anyway.
The Firrerreo stood and stepped over the limp, broken body and looked around. Some more men were coming, and blasterfire streaked through the air. Danica's men were firing back from cover. But he could still see her, outside the ship. He growled in annoyance as one of his blades leapt to his hand and burst to life, burning verdant green.
"Danica, get to the blasted ship," he yelled as some of the assailant's attention turned to him and his lightsaber. "Now!"
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Post by Poludnica on Jun 7, 2012 17:24:20 GMT -5
That is not happening... A faint streak of the last conscious thought appeared in her mind before everything went to hell. In the iota of a second her world turned upside down when someone...Something pushed her away and shoved roughly aside; tendrils of the same power that gave this strange feeling of thrilling darkness that always surrounded the Firrerreo. With a corner of her eye she saw silvery hand moving away. It had to be Nieraan...
The plasma bolt cut the air where she previously stood but Danica was too busy trying to gather herself from the dirty ground to even notice it. Only when the woman raised her head, she noticed a blackened place in the wall. He had saved her life...
Everything happened fast, too fast for someone absolutely not used to direct violence. For a moment the girl froze in place, her frame still pressed against the floor. She wanted to cower away, to run toward the ship but one nagging feeling didn't want to leave her.
”Nieraan...” Danica whispered, shaking like a leaf on the wind. Verdant eyes flickered feverishly from side to side, trying to find the Firrerreo.
Something whizzed overhead and the woman shrank, instinctively rolling away, ducking for any cover. Sharp cry escaped her when a shadow appeared behind. Danica jerked, ready to defend herself in any means necessary but it was only one of Broca's men ordering her to get back to the ship. Not without him... She knew they would leave Nieraan behind, maybe it was even what Broca was counting on silently in all this.
”No!” Danica protested fierily and pushed the man away. He would probably drag her back anyway if not for a lucky attacker. The human slumped down with gaping hole in his head. The woman screamed, loudly but the sound was swallowed by the beastly racket of ongoing fight.
Panicked, the girl began to run toward the bar, when a sight of a familiar figure leaping from a tall balcony caught her attention, bringing to a rapid halt. It was Nieraan falling on the ground and not from a small height. Danica gasped, fearing the worse. The intensity of this dread made her to lose footing for a heartbeat.
You as*hole... She thought angrily. The Firrerreo was fine, not even a scratch.
What is he?
He looked at her, their eyes met and Nieraan called out. Danica stepped back but didn't turn away, just shook black curls in defiant NO! ”Not without you!” The girl shouted back, leaning against the cantina's wall. She was scared, terrified but it never stopped her from anything. The woman pried herself from the cold, metallic surface and rushed toward the assassin when...
A rush of air against her back. Body heat. Someone letting a breath on her neck. In a before she could make another step, a heavy weight bore down on the girl's shoulders, throwing her off-balance. The breath caught in her throat and choked into a shocked silence before she was spun wildly sideways. A feeling of vertigo overwhelmed the human as she found her body falling backwards, only to be crushed between the wall and whatever unseen force bore down on her.
Huge, alarmed eyes frantically searched the area in front of her but there was only blackness. Opening her mouth to scream, she found that there was no air in her lungs. All she managed was a pathetic mewl. The girl was being attacked.
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Post by Rugs on Jun 16, 2012 11:38:17 GMT -5
Nieraan growled in annoyance when Danica refused to go to her ship like he'd told her to. Stupid girl's gonna get herself killed. He looked around the emerging battlefield briefly, searching for a path to drag her back to the ship. This place wasn't anywhere she belonged.
And he wasn't about to have just flown halfway across the Galaxy to take a job so his employer could be killed.
He found a way--a path behind some loading crates that would keep Danica safely hidden from most of the fire. On the far side, she'd come out behind a makeshift line some of her mercs had taken a position in and were laying down fire from. That big brute was over there. Nieraan's eyes narrowed warily, but he settled on the plan in his mind. He detested Broca, but the oaf would keep Danica safe. That was the important thing right now.
Nieraan could kill him later.
Ripples in the Force arrested Neiraan's attention before he could tell the woman what to do. His head snapped around to the source, and to his great frustration, saw some thug had managed to move through the lines of fire and made it directly to Danica. She was presently being pinned against a wall, whimpering pathetically. Nieraan saw a hand fumbling for a knife.
That wouldn't do.
With the Force still roaring through his body, Nieraan lunged at the man. It was a stupid thing to do, charging so openly, and were Nieraan a normal man, it surely would have cost him dearly.
But Nieraan was not a normal man.
The Force pushed him like a blast from a cannon. Before Danica's assailant could properly react, Nieraan came crashing into him, brining an elbow around to smash into his ribs at the moment of impact. The two of them tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs and metal and plasma. Metal glinted and Nieraan felt a burning cut torn open on his shoulder as he forced control and rolled the thug underneath him.
Anger sparked in him as he saw the knife withdrawing, red with his blood. The assailant's scowled, jaw clenched.
The knife flicked forward again.
Nieraan twisted subtly aside. The blade nicked the edge of his coat and the arm behind it kept going up, past his side. Nieraan brought his arm back, trapping the hand and knife momentarily.
He let his lightsaber fall from his other hand, and gripped the base of man's head, palm pressed against the bottom of his chin and fingers splayed up around his jaw. For half a heartbeat, his eyes met those of his prey. The side of his mouth turned up cruelly.
Then he killed him. Sparks crackled around his hand as he pumped Lightning directly into the bandit's skull. The body jerked and spasmed beneath him. The knife fell loosely on his back and clattered to the street as the man lost control of his muscles.
Nieraan ignored the muffled screams, ignored the smoke rising from the body as the skin under his hands began to burn and wrinkle.
He stopped after a few moments and rose to his feet, leaving the smoldering corpse behind as though nothing was wrong. A tug of the Force put his lightsaber back in his hand, and the green blade jumped back to life as he turned on Danica.
Part of Nieraan knew that he should've been surprised that he got as irritated as he did with her being in danger. But he wasn't, for some reason.
He was, however, about to make damn sure she got on that ship.
"I told you to get to the ship," he hissed as he grabbed her upper arm. "You don't belong out here. Come on." He began to pull her along, occasionally deflecting stray shots with a casual flick of his blade. She could struggle if she wanted to, but he was stronger than she. He'd drag her onto the ship, if he had to, but she was getting on it. One way or another.
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Post by Poludnica on Jun 16, 2012 16:41:17 GMT -5
((I am sorry, this post should be shorter <.< I swear it looked smaller in my edittor >.> ))
Danica was never one to give up, even when a powerful brute of a man had pinned her to the cold metal. When the first shock passed, flaring up fear and anger that pumped adrenaline into the woman's bloodstream, dulling any pain if only for a brief moment. The girl bit down on the hand that came to clamp over her mouth. Metallic taste almost made her to gag but it paid off as the assailant yelled out in surprise.
Shrieking like an enraged banshee, Danica freed one of her arms and tried to scratch the man's eyes out, digging her long, polished nails deep into his skin. Suddenly the world exploded as the attacker roughly slammed her face-first into the wall. The woman felt the man pushing forward, crushing her even more against the harsh surface. Danica snarled angrily before the same iron hand clamped down once again on her jaw, causing searing pain. Vivid, green eyes wildly sought the brute's face, but she saw little from this vantage. But then...
The force of the assailant being ripped away from her threw Danica on the floor. For a moment there was only a bright light before and ringing echoing somewhere beneath her skull. The woman gasped when an outburst of torrid pain finally reached the place were skin on her arm got scraped off by a rough surface of the floor. The long, red mark went from her shoulder to elbow but fortunately Danica hadn't seen it yet.
The smell of burning flesh sobered her up enough so the world stopped spinning. The girl gagged at the rancid stench against her throat but the sudden pull drew Danica's attention to changing of vertigo. The messy hair fall down on the woman's face in a dark curtain and only an angry hiss made her to stop struggle. It was Nieraan. She trembled, almost physically feeling his irritation but managed removing the loose strands off her face.
”You...” The words of protest were lost when the Firrerreo began to drag the girl toward the ship. At first the sheer surprise had shocked her into the silence, then the sight of the smouldered corpse came into view which immediately made Danica to whimper.”What..what...” It didn't really cross her mind that it was Nieraan's doing. At least not now, too busy crying out whenever the blast was deflected by the green, burning sword.
They were half way to the ship when Danica finally gathered her wits, fighting back a bit. ”Ow! That hurts! You are hurting me! I can walk on my own!” The woman yelled and tried to slap the Firerrerro. Even if he let go, the human girl would cling to him, making sure Nieraan would follow her into the ship.
From someone outside of this dynamic it might look hilarious. It certainly did for Broca, in a way. The constant fire from a group of enemies had effectively pinned the large man behind few crates, but his custom made, projectile sniper rifle steadily cut his assailants lives short. Not without any price as the veteran's armor had few burns; in two places even eaten to the flesh. He made it just in time to see Danica and her gigolo moving toward the ship. The kid had been doing a rather good job in keeping the silly goose safe. Counterintuitively, to Broca's utter displeasure.
The large mercenary raised his rifle and took the boy's head into his sights. The couple was moving rather fast which caused the Firrerreo to escape constantly from the clear shot area. Danica's head came into view couple of times, stopping his finger to stop pulling the trigger. Too risky, though it was tempting to see if the alien could catch a bullet with all the distractions around. Cursing under his breath Broca ordered a retreat. ”Not today, kid.” He snarled at the dark figure.
The fueling procedure came to an emergency halt. Few explosions rumbled through the docks, when the enemy began to dispatch grenades. They were growing desperate. Danica stumbled, falling into Nieraan's arms when the explosion's shockwave hit her. Whether he caught her or not, the girl was already on the ramp leading to the safe haven.
Heaving like a scared mynock, the woman leaned against the wall. Her dress was a mangled mess and a patch of dust marred her normally fair skin. Red mark on the arm only added to the whole appearance of trembling misery. Another explosion shook the ship in before the engines came to life, when the pilot made his way toward the open space.
”Danica.” Broca said and reached his arms to touch the girl but she pushed him away, refusing to let go of the Firrerreo. Sobs of fear wrecked the girl's frame, betraying how traumatizing the whole experience had been. Seeing it, the veteran's bleak, blue eyes narrowed dangerously and he stepped back . ”I will contact Devon.” If she wanted to be with that freak it was her choice, idiotic hussy.
”Keep an eye on him.” Broca ordered quietly and looking back at the alien he added. ”Take her to the medbay, stupid b*tch needs some tranquilizers. “ The men around him stiffened visibly. Only few times would this veteran show anger so directly at the girl, to betray how this relationship really looked like. By this point it was not even anger resonating in the human, it was fury. If the Firrerreo would try anything he would certainly pay the price with at least fifty well trained soldiers on board. Hopefully the alien's strange attachment to Danica was a fail-safe here.
The girl was still trying to move as closer to Nieraan as possible. It certainly said something – that she felt safer with an assassin, a killer than someone that was hired to protect her long before the Firrerreo was old enough to raise a light saber. ”I am alright, I don't want anything.” She breathed shakily once Broca was gone, as if his presence was much more scary than the enemies they left behind.
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Post by Rugs on Jul 5, 2012 13:40:49 GMT -5
Despite her protests, Nieraan hauled Danica along like a sack, ducking behind cover to keep them out of the way of stray blaster fire from the ongoing engagement. She slapped at him, told him his grip hurt, and was being generally disagreeable, but his grip didn't loosen one bit. A stern, wordless look from the corner of his eye quieted her enough for them to pick up the pace, and suddenly she was clinging to him like a frightened child to a parent.
Sometimes he just felt like giving up on trying to figure out how her mind worked.
A part of him hated being handicapped by the helpless woman. Without her, he could move as he wished, engage in the fighting. He could satiate a thirst for thrill and action before they set out into the long solace of the journey to.... wherever they were going.
But getting her to safety was, for now, more important than that. Nieraan also had no intentions of letting her into the big brute's hands; he'd had his chance to cover her and get her back into the ship, yet Nieraan was, dragging her off to where she should've been stowed away the moment the firing started.
I care too much, the Firrerreo told himself as he stopped with Dania, peering out beyond the carbon scoring-scarred edge of a shipping container that'd been toppled onto its side. The thought annoyed him. She was a rich woman. He was a Sith. He wasn't supposed to care what happened to her, and yet, he was going out of his way to make sure she got back to safety.
It was troubling.
The coast was clear, and Nieraan ducked out from behind their makeshift cover, Danica still in tow. For a moment, as he looked across the battlefield, he saw Broca. The brute was looking their way, and for space of a heartbeat, their eyes met and locked.
Then explosions tore across the docks.
Nieraan swore and moved. Thankfully they were near the ship's boarding ramp, but the grenades had exploded far too close for comfort. Danica stumbled, but he kept her on her feet, pushing her along up the ramp and toward safety. He was right behind her.
The rest of the team made it on the ship in short order. The ramp closed, and the engine's began to roar as they pushed the vessel skyward, just as another wave of explosions rippled over the docks.
Nieraan sighed and leaned against a smooth metal wall as he clipped his lightsaber back his belt. They'd made it out, mostly unharmed. His cut would heal on its own after a few minutes, and Danica was alright. Likely shaken, but alright. Perhaps they'd have a moment of peace now.
”Danica.” The big brute came lumbering toward them and reached out at her.
"Or not," Nieraan muttered under his breath.
Danica shied away from Broca's touch, pressing against Nieraan. After all he'd gathered of the big man's relationship with her, it shouldn't have been a surprise. But it was. Nieraan smirked a little bit at Broca, his eyes mocking. "Don't you worry your little head about her," Nieraan said wryly, nudging Danica to walk away with him. He grinned darkly at Broca, showing is canines. "She's in capable hands."
He didn't really know the layout of the ship, but he did know there was bound to be a private room somewhere. Despite her protest that she didn't need the med bay, it was the first place he found, and it had a droid instead of a medic--though he doubted it would be long before the medic proper arrived. Still, it would afford them a few moments of privacy.
"Listen," Nieraan said softly as he led her in and shut the door behind him. He took his bag from his shoulders and set it on the floor next to his feet. "I need some answers. Why were there mercenaries attacking us out of nowhere back there?"
"What kind of trip are you really planning here?"
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Post by Poludnica on Jul 9, 2012 5:37:14 GMT -5
”I should have pulled that trigger.” Broca said in High Galactic, the hushed threat rang after the couple. His fury didn't lessen once the Firrerreo vanished in the hallway, dragging the half-conscious girl after him. Muttering something about ungrateful tramps, the large directed his steps to the bridge. First things first, whoever ordered the attack had to know about the purpose of this little trip and didn't like it. Once the doors closed behind him, Broca forgot about the pesky alien. At least for a time.
She refused to let go of the assassin until they reached en empty med-bay. The doors opened with a soft hiss and the medical droid came to life, letting our a series of twirls. Danica kicked it away angrily, her frame still pressed against Nieraan's solid form, When he spoke softly, the girl realized that she had been clinging to the near-human like a scared child.
Abruptly Danica broke the contact as if frightened. She inhaled slowly, feeling her senses returning. Green eyes flickered from the Firrerreo to the droid and bleach white walls of the sterile room. Her hands were still trembling but this time around Danica was able to built a cohesive sentence. ”I...I..don't know. We are just going to Kuras IV, the word is some valuable artifacts can be found there.” The woman admitted helplessly, folding her arms protectively around herself. ”I think Broca doesn't know either. He didn't expect that.” The woman's voice was shaking, making her to stop every few words.
Slowly a feeling of relief forced a relax sigh, when Broca's voice echoed in the speakers that they safely left the docks. ”Maybe they were just bandits looking for rich ships.” Danica shrugged trying to look calm and collected though from time to time a small shudder shook her frame. The droid tried to help his new, strange patients again, this time moving toward Nieraan. Verdant eyes caught a glimpse of blood trickling from a tear in the assassin's clothes.
”You are wounded.” She said, but what was suppose to sound like a simple statement turned into a remark betraying fear and unwarranted care Danica would refuse to admit to. ”I mean...I...your people heal quickly so it should be fine...right?” Normally controlled, the woman had hard time keeping composure after such threatening experience. The apprehension in her voice was more than clear for what was suppose to be an indifferent suggestion.
Finally the droid managed to slip couple of pills into the woman's palm which she swallowed without hesitation, wincing. Danica might have be shaken but would rarely refuse a drug that made one feel better. The woman pried herself from the wall she had been leaning on and walked closer to the Firrerreo and stopped few inches from him with her hand raised slightly as if trying to touch him but changing mind in mid movement. ”Broca will kill me for this.” Danica whispered, sniffling softly; not really explaining for what exactly.
Someone walked passed the med bay's doors and the girl jerked startled. ”Lets go to my quarters, the medic here is a racist douch*bag.” She whispered, finally letting her fingers to touch Nieraan's cheek gently. The sensation of his warm skin against her fingertips sent small spiked of pleasure down her spine. Wait... ”I think...I think drugs are working.” Danica said, burrowing her face in the Firrerreo's arm; emerald eyes locking at the droid which was now preparing fresh bandages. ”I want to kick this damn robot so badly....It felt so good the last time.” She added randomly.
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Post by Rugs on Aug 24, 2012 17:22:59 GMT -5
Kuras IV...
Nieraan pondered at the world's, dark brow gently knit. It wasn't one he was familiar with, but perhaps that was okay; the Galaxy was a big place, after all, and full of thousands upon thousands of worlds. Civilization only touched a portion of them.
Maybe it'd been civilized once before. Or, maybe it still was. Nieraan figured there'd be plenty of time to look up the planet's particulars on long the voyage there.
He watched her quietly as she spoke, as she slowly began to steady herself. Her voice trembled and her hands shook. Nieraan was stoic by comparison, leaning easily against the bleached white walls, arms folded casually over his chest. Must have been frightening for her. He supposed it would be for someone not used to situations like that.
Poor thing, he thought wryly. One corner of his mouth pulled up subtly. Just for a moment.
”Maybe they were just bandits looking for rich ships.”
"Maybe," Nieraan answered, eyes drifting down from place on the ceiling they'd turned to at the sound of the brute's announcement that their voyage was underway. They settled again on Danica as a little shiver shook her slender frame. She seemed so weak, so frazzled, now--it was different than the fire Nieraan had gotten used to. Yet still, some attraction lingered for him; her being scared didn't make her less beautiful. If anything-
Stop it, he silently chided.
"But bandits don't just attack armed parties at random in the middle of the street. Least not the smart ones, anyway." The Firrerreo shrugged noncommittally. "They're gone now, though. Guess it doesn't matter."
”You are wounded.”
There was a pause. Nieraan lifted a brow at the tone of her voice.
”I mean...I...your people heal quickly so it should be fine...right?”
A little smirk touched Nieraan's boyish features and he looked down at his shoulder. He moved it around, looking at the nick through the tear in his clothing. The bleeding had stopped a while ago, and already the flesh was mended to the point that the cut was mostly a faint pink line on his skin. He'd be healed before they hit hyperspace.
Nieraan looked back up to Danica, still smirking slightly. "Yes, I'll be fine," he answered with a playful undercurrent to his voice. "I do appreciate your concern though..."
His words trailed off and he tapped his chin thoughtfully for a moment, ignoring the medical droid as it tried to see to him and ultimately gave up, turning to Danica. "Though I wonder how that foot will be with you kickin' that droid."
The droid administered pills to her, and she took them quickly. Nieraan assumed she'd be alright.
Not a moment later, she picked herself from the wall where she'd been leaning and approached him. Nieraan felt a flutter in the pit of his stomach that still annoyed him, but outwardly, regarded her steadily, with only a little smile playing at the edge of his lips.
”Broca will kill me for this,” she said, reaching hesitantly toward him.
Nieraan chuckled down in his throat. "Broca won't touch you." He said it quietly, but confidently, in the way a parent assures a frightened child of something.
She reached up to his cheek and leaned into him. His fingers worked gingerly into her thick hair. "Lead the way," he muttered softly, chin resting lightly on the top of her head for a moment. "Though you know what happened last time we were alone..."
”I want to kick this damn robot so badly....It felt so good the last time.”
"Is that so?" Nieraan chuckled and moved her slightly, freeing up an arm. He held it out and loosed a little push of the Force, toppling the droid and sending it tumbling a few feet across the floor.
He looked down at her with a mischievous, boyish grin. "How's that?"
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Post by Poludnica on Aug 27, 2012 15:41:26 GMT -5
((Been two months since I regularly posted in English, so sorry about any bad grammar/spelling/ wording hiccups >.<))
The air in the med bay seemed to grow stifling as an unbearably heavy weight began to crush Danica's chest, when she had realised how scared and weak she had been. Nieraan didn't try to comfort her and why would he? The woman expected nothing like that from him. Few weeks ago they had sated a need, nothing more. The Firrerreo still had showed a strange kind of protectiveness which Danica didn't know how to treat. As if a perspective of something more to it had scared her.
Immediately the proud girl straightened, forcing her body into tranquility, the pills had helped no doubt. Danica was every bit her father's daughter (a fact she hated of course); devastatingly charming, clever, worldly, dominant and as stubborn as a wild cat. But she lacked his inner calm. She was a woman who poorly controlled emotions and needs, an individual of extremes. It cost her a lot to stop shivering, stuffing down every fear and anger. Though Danica knew better than that...They would be back, one way or another. For now the woman seemed better, collected, cold even. And it somehow made Danica to consider herself worse in front of someone so...detached like the assassin before her. It infuriated the young heir but at the same time was a source of piquant attraction.
”Maybe my father's competition. Whoever wants to get what I am looking for first...” Her voice trailed off for a moment. There were things Danica was not able to control and for a brief moment the girl's gaze wondered Nieraan's frame. His slight smirk didn't escape her and a slight blush crept on her cheeks. How weak she had seemed only few minutes ago...Danica breathed in sharply, seeing that the wound was nothing but a pink, soft scar.
”I wouldn't want my employee to get hurt after all.” She replied aloofly.
Silly girl, he is here for the money you know bett...
The thought melted as did the professional standoffishness when Nieraan sank his fingers in her hair, pulling closer. His bold reassurance didn't sate the woman's fears. There were so many ways to kill a sentient being without taking their life. A strange point for Nieraan so Danica kept it to herself, leaning against her...who was this Firrerreo really? A friend? A lover? An employee? A rival? None of the above? All of them?
Just not my enemy...
A warm air current playing softly against the skin of her neck at his words. Its deep gravel tickled her eardrum and elicited a soft sigh in response. A familiar scent enveloped her, flaring the embers of passion that had burned so brightly through the whole night. Danica had thought, maybe even hoped that the fire that burns the strongest, also burns the briefest but it didn't want to turn ashes. ”You never heard me complaining.” The girl purred, pressing her lips against Nieraan's. Almost instinctively her fingers moved to take off the Firrerreo's shirt and jacker but she stopped herself and bit down on a lower lip. No, it was dangerous.
Please don't let go...
She watched the droid with growing anger as if the shiny thing was a source of her ire. And then Nieraan used the force to push it around. The machine whizzed loudly in a protest but only a lyrical laugh escaped the woman's lips. Danica looked at the assassin, for a moment gazing at this boyishly devilish expression. Someone so cheerfully childish at the same time was able to kill few men in a span of a heartbeat. The contrast was strange...and thrilling at the same time.
Without any delay Danica pulled Nieraan after her into VIP private quarters. She had a large room, more so than anyone could expect on such ship but the heir to Livco wouldn't settle for anything less. The woman didn't even think about it at this moment, since as the doors closed, the first thing she did was pushing...nearly shoving the Firrerreo toward a luxurious bed. Only to step back, letting her fingers to play with buttons of an expensive dress.
”Do you want information first...or something else.” Danica asked with an expression of an innocent schoolgirl. They had things to talk if not plethora of them. But also a lot of time. Broca would be busy for at least couple of hours before nagging her. He was a security commander of this mission but she was a head of scientists. Even taking into consideration their rather complex relationship, Broca wouldn't keep her in the dark.
For now, it should be quiet...Or not. Depending on the assassin's next words.
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Post by Rugs on Sept 27, 2012 14:55:30 GMT -5
Nieraan found himself smiling more as Danica laughed at droid's misfortune. His skin darkened somewhat, softened by a gentle golden touch as a grinned toothily at her. He expected that she'd say something to him, extol or chastise him--he could never tell what she'd do--for his treatment of the poor, innocent thing, but she didn't say anything. Instead she took him by the coat, hands still where they'd been threatening to undress him, and whisked him away out into the hall. He grabbed his bag and followed quite willingly.
Through the ship, she led him, past a couple of Broca's men who were too busy talking to each other to notice Danica all but dragging Nieraan to her room. The big, grouchy oaf himself was nowhere to be seen.
Nieraan didn't have any complaints.
The hired men faded from view and mind as Danica led him 'round a corner and up a short flight of stairs. A pair of gently curving doors opened before her and she led him into a room.
Immediately Nieraan could see that the place was massive, but before he could get a proper look at it, his vision blurred. He was being spun around and pushed forward, toward a large, luxurious bed that squatted regally near a wall on the far side of the room.
Danica's expediency surprised him, especially after all that he had to do to get to her on Naboo. But she never complained, he thought with quiet amusement. Just the opposite, in fact...
While he played off his surprise by leaning casually against the bed, setting his bag on the floor against its foot and folding his arms over his chest, she retreated from him and fiddled with a button on her dress.
”Do you want information first...or something else.”
Nieraan gently raised a brow. What an odd question. Danica hadn't known him long enough to truly know everything about him, but she knew more than most, and had been more intimate with him than almost anyone ever had. And now she drags me to her room after nearly ripping me out of my clothes and then asks this... His jacket was still partially open from the bit she'd done before she caught herself.
Could it be that she was on the edge of another one of her mood swings? Or was she just checking with him?
Toying, even?
"Hmm," the Firrerreo purred, lifting himself from the bed's edge, allowing his arms to fall to his side. "Information is good, but it can wait. We've got plenty of time, after all." He approached her, his steps easy and his movements with that familiar quiet, dangerous grace. His eyes and thoughts were on her, curious to see how she'd react, and hungry to make her his once again.
"But you... I've been away for so long," he continued, stopping a pace or so away from her. "Weeks and weeks, thinking I'd never see you again, and here we are. Together again."
His canines showed as he lifted a hand and cupped her chin under a finger, tilting her head just so as he looked into her eyes. "Why wait more, hm?"
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Post by Poludnica on Sept 28, 2012 13:58:12 GMT -5
The same golden hue appeared on Nieraan's skin. Danica watched fascinated how the previously lifeless, silver hue turned warmer, inviting. A new wave of desire flared in her, waking up the smoldering fire. The woman didn't want to admit how often she had thought of him those past few weeks. To the point when there was work to be done, the girl had only thing lingering lazily through her mind. To drink this fire once again. She leaned against the cabin's wall, blushing bashfully, especially knowing everyone on the ship would suspect why they were alone in this room. Years ago Danica would shudder at such disrespect toward her father and the entire Liviana clan. To taint the ship Cassius had bought and named with barely educated killer of alien origin but now it sounded like the most desired adventure.
Let them know. And be offended, appalled. Danica chose her own men, a point she had made long ago and which her father would never get over. A pointed inhalation of breath from his direction drew the woman's attention from her own thoughts. Verdurous eyes, framed by striking black eyelashes, blinked at her for a moment before chuckling girlishly at the Firrerreo's surprise. A slight smile tugged at Danica's lips. Maker, was he ever cute .. a revelation that the woman never thought she’d have in regards to another kind. Well, come to think of it, it did make some sense seeing how gold enveloped finely chiseled features. The repressed attraction returned in full force, dizzying her for a moment. No, a work could wait.
She silently watched the assassin to rise from the bed, enjoying the display of grace. He had this air about him; thrilling aura of danger. It was like playing with a wild cat – you could never be sure if it would bite or nuzzle but not this Danica found the most interesting. The Firrerreo didn't even try to hide his own desire. Feeling so wanted intoxicated even more than his looks. The woman bit down on her lip, smiling coyly; her eyes escaping the sunflared gaze.
Nieraan stopped not far from her, Danica could feel warm whisk of his breath on her cheek. She looked up, no shyness in her expression this time. A mild surprise, bemusement. Weeks and weeks... The woman's expression brightened suddenly with honest, delightful smile. ”Is that your way of saying you missed me?” That was more of a statement then a question. The adrenaline -fear and excitement - from the recent events was still coursing through her veins, fueling the need to do something with it, calm down in one of the most pleasant ways she knew.
Even the brief touch of his finger on Danica's chin sent blissful chills down her spine, pushing the young woman toward her lover. ”I don't know, that will certainly put you on Broca's hitlist.” She said with a mischievous half-smile. ”My father paid him specifically so no one will muck up his daughter's good name.” The girl finished teasingly and pulled the Firrerreo toward her, letting their bodies to touch. ”So tell me, Nieraan. Do you want to muck up my good name?” Danica purred placing a searing kiss on the man's lips.
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Post by Rugs on Oct 17, 2012 20:46:29 GMT -5
”Is that your way of saying you missed me?”
Nieraan smiled a smile that was coy for once, with hints of a youthful mischief dancing in his eyes. "I don't know..." he said cooly, "is it?"
It was, of course, in his own indirect way, and they knew it. But for all the ways Nieraan could--very eagerly--be blunt and forthright, this was an area that was new to him. Expressing interest in another being in ways like this, showing something as soft as attachment...
It went against everything he knew, against all the hard lessons of life that had been ingrained into him and still reigned, now that he was a Sith.
No one will know here... he told himself as Danica came to him and he embraced her, pulling their bodies together. She warned him of Broca, but he didn't worry Nieraan. Let the brute come at him; he could crush his lungs before the big idiot could touch him.
Still, there was more. The issue of her father and her family, though as Danica pressed herself against him and pulled his lips to hers, Nieraan felt even that didn't bother her too much.
Nieraan allowed himself to let go here, in the safety and privacy of her room. He kissed her fiercely, embraced her tightly. He turned around with her in his grip and eased them both back a few steps until the foot of the bed stopped her. And then the muscles that had tightened around Danica to keep her in his grip relaxed and his hold loosened and finally released as his lips slowly drew away.
His yellow eyes opened and for a moment looked deeply into her sharp green, searching for something. And then he pulled away.
He turned away from her, his thoughts going to her words. He took a few steps away, finishing the job of unzipping his jacket that she'd started and setting it casually aside. The shirt followed a moment later, leaving his upper body bare to the cool air of her room.
There, staring at her were the eleven lightsaber scars that marred he firm and finely-detailed landscape of his back. Even with the healing power that ran in his blood, they'd never completely gone away. She'd seen the scars before--she'd felt them with her own hands--but the meaning behind them, the person that gave them to him were still a mystery to her, he knew. But it was fitting of her to mention family.
I know all about bad family.
"Muck up your good name..." he said, a wry note in his voice as he lifted a hand to run through his shaggy hair. For a moment, he fell silent, then chuckled, looking over his shoulder at her with a mischievous grin. "I guess your father wouldn't like this would he?"
Now Nieraan turned around to face her, putting his scars out of view. For a moment his body was just slightly tense, as if he were on the edge of some explosive movement, and then he simply walked toward her again.
"I say to hell with the old man. We're our own people, and if he has a problem he can choke on it." Nieraan stopped very close to her, close enough to feel the heat from her body before he put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him.
"But for your question..." he smirked wolfishly at her for a moment, showing a canine, and then leaned in to speak softly to her. "I'm sure your father would say that I'm going to take your name out back and drag it through the mud, Danica."
He kissed her then, but on the side of her neck. Softly, despite the growing heat in his voice and firmness with which he held her. "Why, I'm going to absolutely ravage your good name."
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Post by Poludnica on Oct 18, 2012 12:10:28 GMT -5
A dainty brow raised by an iota when Danica saw Nieraan's expression. It was almost disturbing how easily it could change from this of a cold, calculating killer to an unruly boy waiting to steal a candy. The woman smiled, genuinely and spontaneously at this, for a moment losing the carefully built balance between reasonable and absolutely reckless. He was a murderer, she knew that but it only made him more desirable, more thrilling. Like playing with volatile fireworks – uncontrollable, dangerous and unpredictable.
”I think you did miss me...” She whispered, falling into Nieraan's tight embrace, catching his kiss feverishly. ”How many nights memories from Naboo kept you up?” Danica asked, smiling impishly but added nothing else as the assassin's kisses became more insistent and she let herself to be lost in them.
The woman didn't notice when they found themselves near the bed, she could feel it pressing against her legs. Only when Nieraan pulled away, Danica fell back into silken sheets with baffled expression she couldn't hide. Immediately the memory from Naboo returned, the moment Nieraan had left her alone, stepping back like he did now. For a heartbeat her features changed, from confusion to hurt look of a kicked kitty.
Was he playing now? Was she mistaken and this man didn't want her as his body claimed..?
The woman inhaled deeply and her bafflement grew when Nieraan began to slowly remove his jacket and shirt. At first her attention went to the clothes – simple and cheap and she bit down on her lip nervously. Someone desperately needs shopping... The strange distracting thought was gone once Danica's chartreuse gaze returned to her lover...What else he would be by now? She saw scars, the same ones from weeks ago but this time the woman paid more attention to them. Taking in carefully details of the marks, the human wondered what was the point. It looked like a statement or maybe just a way to make her unsure, wanting.
It surely worked... Her focus swiftly traveled to lean form of sculpted muscles. Ideally shaped, something one could think was unachievable. How could that be possible? Glacial green eyes for a moment flickered back to scars. It must have been....
Torture.
The sudden thought made her to tense up. How much of that perfection was truly the Firrerreo's choice? Danica lowered her gaze, feeling slight discomfort. She sighed softly, though it was barely audible; the woman pushed away this feeling and looked up, smiling at Nieraan's defiant words. ”I wish it was this easy...” Somehow asking about those scars was too difficult for now, as if telling her something deeply personal would mean they were both lying to themselves about emotional involvement in this short fling. What if Cassius woke up? What if as Devon claimed, there was a way of brining him back? What if he would kill Nieraan seeing it wasn't another fickle romance but a man, a Firrerreo that couldn't be easily threatened?
Yet again Danica decided to bury it, to forget about where they were and why and enjoy Nieraan's touch when he walked over, placing hands on her hips. She squealed happily, giggling at the soft kiss and bold words. Her fingers sought naked chest, digging into rich gold of his skin, feeling the rising heat and desire. ”Then what are you waiting for?” The human purred, pulling Nieraan after her on the bed, burring her face in the Firrerreo's shoulder only then realizing how she had missed this intoxicate, masculine smell and presence. He had awoken something deep within Danica's body and for weeks it wouldn't go back to rest.
”At least this time it's not on the floor.” A lyrical chuckle escaped her as she placed a searing kiss on his lips, locking their bodies in tight embrace.
Hours had passed for sure and Danica could feel weariness in her muscles, burning in wounded arm but didn't complain. The post-coital bliss left the girl's body trembling. She didn't feel the same coldness and anxiety from the weeks ago but let Nieraan to keep the smoldering embers of passion to lit again and again. The peace would end soon, though Danica didn't think about it. Broca most likely knew by now what was going on but why he hadn't stepped in to ruin the fun baffled her. Worried even...
Dainty fingers gathered wet strands of raven hair from her face. The expensive sheets were drenched and mangled, torn. Danica pulled herself to seating position and a small ghost of a smile appeared on the woman's full lips.
”My good name isn't the only thing you ravaged.”
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Post by Rugs on Nov 2, 2012 10:34:52 GMT -5
Nieraan looked up at Danica from where he lay in the bed as she sat up. He resisted pulling her back down to him at the new view of her; she'd been put through the ringer enough, for now.
"No, I guess not," he muttered wryly, putting his hands back behind his head, fingers laced. "Your poor sheets might be doomed to the trash compactor, I think." The Firrerreo looked up at her with a boyish smirk and laughed softly. "Though that's not all my fault...[/i]"
A golden hue gave life to his skin as he adjusted himself in the bed, muscle rippling with the motion. Light red scratches marked him in places, on his chest, his abs, at the top of his back and on his shoulders and upper arms...
Feisty little thing when she wants to be, he thought with a huff of a chuckle. Not that he'd minded.
"Anyway..." Nieraan sat up slightly, leaning up on an elbow. With his other hand he gently touched Danica's thigh as he looked up at her. "We need to get clean, hm? And do something about these sheets. " He paused to glance around the room, ignoring the way the comforter had been tossed onto the ground. At least it escaped the worst. "And the smell..." He smirked toothily, rolling his eyes back up to Danica. "It reeks of sex in here."
Not that he minded. But he doubted that would do well to continue assuaging fears of the crew that she wasn't doing anything with him, though why it worried her so, he couldn't tell. Not like they couldn't put two and two together anyway with as long as we've been in here, anyway.
With a sigh, Nieraan brushed some damp bangs from his eyes and swung himself out of bed. He stretched slightly to work out some of the subtle burn that ate at his muscles. Now that he had the chance, he decided to inspect her room, not at all concerned that he was as naked as the day he'd been born. Danica probably wouldn't mind the view anyway.
He stopped near a dresser after a few moments of mussing around. An ivory carving of a man in a uniform, like the old generals from stories, caught his eye. He picked it up with a lazy breath of the Force, turning it over slowly in the air in front of him.
"So," he started, affording her a glance and another mischievous grin, "now that I've properly worn you out..." He set the figurine back down and turned to her, leaning against the dresser. "I believe you were still going to tell me why we're going where we're going, yes?"
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Post by Poludnica on Nov 2, 2012 15:28:23 GMT -5
Draped comfortably across a low sofa mangled sheets, Danica fought with a pleasant haze that was swimming through her head. It was difficult to focus, difficult to worry. She smiled with an airheaded grin, blissfully calm. The woman inhaled, thick scent of lust and sweat filled the air. How long they had spent in the bed? Three hours? Four? Enough to leave most muscles in her body sore, burning with pleasant weariness.
Her eyes moved to linger on Nieraan's well-tones form. His skin was now richly gold, the same hue from their time together on Naboo. ”Of course it is your fault.” The human woman smiled devlishly. ”You seduced an innocent, clueless rich girl. No doubt you have your evil ways.” She added, looking at the Firrerreo with familiar fire blazing in her gaze. To be fair, the assassin wasn't a womanizer type. He seemed too awkward for that, even if inhumanely handsome, there was something in him blocking others from getting too close. His sloppy advances, almost adolescent in nature didn't mark him as someone who played this game often nor long.
But there was this captivating danger about him, clashed with boyish nature. A delicious contrast that made him to stand out from a crowd of bland, uninteresting males around her. What was the allure there? What did simpletons businessmen Cassius liked have that could hold a candle to a well-endowed, golden skinned, godlike sculpted Firrerreo male ? Or interesting, two-tone hair. Or adorable social awkwardness? In all Danica's loneliness issues, the girl was certain that she was still better off than the losers who felt they had to turn to the boring mudlickers in suits for love.
She reached her hand to put dainty fingers on Nieraan's chest, feeling muscles moving beneath his skin with every breath. Few scratch marks already began to fade. Danica smiled at the little duel they had just moments ago. The Firrerreo wasn't someone to give up easily, the woman herself had couple of extra bruises herself.
At the small touch, new electrifying desire shot up her spine. The human sighed and pulled the assassin into a kiss. ”Clean? Haste is waste, so I rarely hurry." The girl intoned an old, nursery rhyme. Don't you want me anymore?” She muttered coyly, looking in one of the mirrors. Her hair was ruined, make up smudged and the general overlook gave the impression of being stomped on by a herd of bantha. Oddly enough, shockingly so even, Danica didn't care.
”You broke my coiffure.” She sniffed, mocking some distress and laughed out at the remark about the smell. ”And that is a bad thing how?” Dany asked and waved her hand dismissively. ”I think everyone knows by now and talks about how Liviana heir humiliated herself with an alien....” The woman commented, looking after Nieraan who stood up from the ruined bedsheets. The last word hanged slightly unfinished when she got lost for a moment in the perfect shape of the Firrerreo's body. Absentmindedly she bit down on her lip, like a little girl that discovered the tastiest candy.
The young woman followed Nieraan, for a moment focusing on the scars. She could still feel them under her fingertips. Rough and harsh in a sea of soft gold. Slowly, the woman took the statue from the assassin or air....he commanded to turn the soldier lazily around.
Such a boy sometimes
”It's very old family heirloom. Coruscanti statue from a mineral that can be only found there.” Danica looked over the scuplture, a slight frown forming in between her carefully plucked eyebrows. ”Everyone in my family were humans, traditionalists who loved everything from Coruscant.” Dany placed the unnamed officer back in a proper place.
”Bunch of racists.” She commented with a huff and looked at Nieraan who smiled in a mischievous manner. The woman smiled back, catching new, dreadful feelings that woke up in the core of her being. Danica was starting to care about this male and for heartbeat it left her confused. Scared.
She stepped back to the bed, digging herself under comforter found tossed on a floor. ”I will. Soon.” Dany sighed, fighting with herself not to go embrace the Firrerreo again. It wouldn't be a simple craving anymore. ”If you will tell me from where you have those scars.” The woman asked, pointedly ignoring a cocktail of emotions that meant only troubles. For both of them.
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Nov 27, 2012 23:36:42 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Nov 27, 2012 23:36:42 GMT -5
An old family trinket, hm? Nieraan looked down at the little military man as Danica plucked it from the air, idle curiosity touching his eyes. Not that I'd know anything about those.
I'm not even supposed to have a family, he mused silently while Danica complained about hers. Jedi weren't supposed to love. Yet, Ared and Kamirille had. They certainly weren't supposed to have children, and yet, here he stood.
Sometimes, when he was younger and Kamirille was crushing him and forcing him into the mold she willed, he wondered if things would have been different if he hadn't been born. If they hadn't had to worry about another mouth to feed, if he hadn't existed as the wedge to drive them apart...
"Whatever," he muttered. There wasn't anything he could do to change what was set in stone, so it wasn't worth worry about.
He sighed quietly and leaned against the dresser lazily, still naked as the day he was born, and eyed Danica with a brow raised slightly. The woman buried herself under the comforter, looking nearly like she was drowning in a sea of silk.
”I will. Soon.”
"Soon?" Nieraan asked, brow stretching further as he stressed the word in question. He supposed there wasn't any hurry, but why hold off? I was supposed to find out before we le-
”If you will tell me from where you have those scars.”
Nieraan thoughts halted. He frowned slightly at the question and felt himself tense somewhat in reaction.
The scars...
The scars were a reminder of the day he'd had his youth stolen away from him--a reminder of the moment he'd tried to stand up for the values of his father, tried to fight for a better future. The scars were remnants of the first time he'd stood against a demon that seemed impossibly strong.
They were markers of the end of one chapter of his life the beginning of a nightmarish, ruinous second.
They were the ultimate reminder of the weakness Ared had led him to think was right, and remains of Kamirille's touch that nothing would erase.
"Hmph." The Firrerreo snorted softly and, realizing he'd grabed the corner of the dresser, let go. His grip had grown so tight that the wood had been pushed in subtly where his fingers pressed against it.
"I got them in a fight," he muttered to Danica, walking away from the dresser. A full mirror stood a few yards away and he paused, seeing himself in it. Much of the gold had faded from his skin. His expression was forced to neutrality, his eyes distant, trying to hide the pain of the past and the terror of that child he'd once been.
"It was a long time ago. When I was still a kid." Nieraan sighed, looking to the woman laying in the bed. "I just... jumped into something I shouldn't have."
It wasn't that Nieraan purposefully wanted to keep Danica blind to the things that made him what he was. Kamirille was a heavy burden, even more so now that he knew she was still alive. But she was his burden. To bear alone.
Because of that, he did something that felt worse than he imagined it would.
He lied to Danica.
"It's nothing to worry about now."
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Post by Poludnica on Nov 29, 2012 10:19:14 GMT -5
Her lips poofed out indignantly even as a soft, embarrassed flush stained her cheeks at sudden change in Nieraan's demeanor. His reckless whatever she took as flat out rejection. Danica had just shared with him something to her intimate and simple, indifferent whatever wasn't reaction the woman expected. Mildly offended, the woman covered herself more in sliky sheets.
Why do I even bother? Feeling another powerful mood swing getting closer, she pretended to be aloof and uncaring. To her , there rarely was any middle ground, either someone cared or didn't and now the Firrerreo seemed to land on the negative side of polar attitudes between which Danica functioned.
She felt a pang of satisfaction seeing Nieraan tensing, but only for a brief moment. Danica gathered herself from the bed, keeping the thin comforter wrapped around her shoulder the woman walked toward the naked assassin. The shift in him was almost literal, as the enticing gold got slowly replaced by typical, dull silverish hue.
And for a moment the ruthless killer was gone – as Nieraan grabbed edge of the dresser tightly she saw a scared boy whose terrible past had been recalled with one, simple question. Danica felt emotions rising in her, pushing aside petty irritation from before. Gently, took his palm into her, entwining their fingers together. Whatever pain Nieraan tried to hide, she wasn't fooled – despite egoistical exterior, Danica couldn't stop block herself to pain those close to her. And it that moment the woman knew, the assassin wasn't just another one night stand she had somehow hoped him to be.
Sad smile appeared on Danica's lips as she pressed her still sweaty forehead to his chest. ”You are lying.” The woman whispered softly, planting a soft kiss on sun streaked skin. She somehow knew it wasn't the truth, or rather felt it. Maybe because could so well see tell tales of such terrible pain, if only by personal experience.
With a sharp intake of breath, the human moved away, as if something burned her. It's foolish. She closed her eyes, trapping tears swelling behind them. ”It's probably none of my business.” Danica confessed, fearful of emotions Nieraan evoked. When was the last time a man had done that? Five years? More? The woman returned to the bed and curled up in it again, rubbing her temples to ease a creeping headache. ”We are going to investigate a ship that supposedly crashed on Kuras four hundred years ago. It was carrying various priceless art from Outer Rim; large smuggling vessel. I managed to acquired information that point to it's location on one of the planet's poles.” She explained on one breath, trying not to leave much room for questions. There were things about this Nieraan shouldn't know – not yet at least. Danica could feel gloomy mood overtaking her senses and suddenly everything was irritating.
”How much do you even want for this?” She snapped, a bit harsher than initially intended, when remembered the Firrerreo was with her on business after all, regardless of their flirty exchange from before. Maybe Cassius had been right all along, maybe no one wanted to stay with her unless paid. The thought made Dany to bite on lower lip.
”I think it will be few days before we reach the planet. Do you want a separate cabin?”
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Post by Rugs on Dec 9, 2012 2:37:27 GMT -5
”You are lying.”
Nieraan's eyes caught Danica's. For a time, silence held between them, and the Firrerreo, felt uneasy. It wasn't the first time the woman had made him feel odd, out of his comfort zone, but this was different. First she probed about things he'd rather forget and now he couldn't even lie to her.
Did he lie poorly? Or did she just know?
Of course you know, he thought, feeling petulant. Feeling like a child who couldn't get away with a story to his friends.
A child that, wanting to impress someone, suddenly felt less than adequate.
She'd approached him, embraced him, tried in her own way to comfort her, yet Nieraan sighed softly and turned away. He walked away with another sigh, shoulders dropping slightly and shook his head.
"It's nothing," he muttered under his breath, grabbing his under and slipping back into them, and then his pants. Once finished, he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly forward, forearms at rest on his thighs.
A mirror stood on the other side of the room, not directly across from him, but angled so that he could still see himself. Here he was, a man over thirty years old, responsible for the deaths of more people than he could count, his hair disheveled and damp from sex, with his lover standing not stone's throw away from him.
Yet he looked like a boy barely out of puberty. And now, looking into the pits of his painful past, felt like a child.
"Listen," he started softly, lacing his fingers together and dropping his head to look at some indeterminate point on the floor between his feet. "Just don't worry about it. I... might tell you later, but... It's just not the time."
Another sigh, long and quiet. A moment of hesitation.
"I'm sorry."
Danica moved on, laying out some details of their trip at a rapid clip. Nieraan was certain he'd have questions to ask later, but for the moment, he just nodded. It was enough to sate the immediate desire for information.
”How much do you even want for this?” she suddenly snapped at him.
Nieraan looked back over his shoulder, a single yellow eye focused on the woman. "I..." he paused. Truth be told, he hadn't really put much thought into how much money he wanted for this. It was good to have his own funds on hand, but life in the Sith didn't exactly make it a necessity.
And try as he might to deny it, to hide it from himself, being able to see and be with Danica was a payment enough in its own way.
"I don't know," he finished with a shrug. "However much you want to pay me will be enough."
”I think it will be few days before we reach the planet. Do you want a separate cabin?”
"I don't know." Nieraan shrugged again. He turned around to face Dancia once again, but this time he faced her fully, looking her in the eyes. There was something honest there, something searching. "You tell me. Do you want me to stay with you, or sleep somewhere else?"
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