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Post by Poludnica on May 17, 2013 9:03:02 GMT -5
ThemeSoft hum of air conditioning filled the room. The annoying buzz did nothing though to cool the air, heavy and thick with Tatooine heat. Grains of desert sand penetrated cheap windows, spreading on the floor similar to a prickly carpet. Danica coughed, feeling her throat getting dry from the acrid winds. She stirred, waking from a deep, dreamless sleep. ”Nie..nieraan?” Delicate, hoarse whisper left the woman's lips as rich, green eyes fluttered open – taking in the penumbra of their surroundings. The shutters took searing licks of Tatooine suns away , giving in return stiffed semi-darkness with only few flickers of light highlighting dust particles that danced away, carried by heated air. The dark haired woman stirred again, freeing herself from a tight embrace. Droplets of sweat still present on her skin, giving it's pale color strange, otherworldly shin. With a slow, sleepy gesture she pulled away few strands of moist hair from her features. With narrowed gaze, the girl looked for an old, battered clock that rest on a nightstand. She reached for it, with her thumb wiping away sandy dust that gathered on it's surface. Almost noon...With this knowledge, Danica slipped back into her lover's embrace, seeking comfort. Until this night she would always get up first, avoiding long pillow talks and slow caresses that followed passionate night. But not now, not after they slipped away from the ship under false pretenses of visiting the market. Borca of course had his men followed but the crowd swarming in the dry streets and Nieraan's powers helped them in vanishing amid noisy market stands. When they chartered a sky cab to Anchorhead Danica got rid of everything, leaving only credit chits, fearing her father wouldn't be above hiding bugs even in her lipstick. She had bought some local clothes, disposing of expensive jumpsuit and booked a cheap hotel near the hulking monoliths of corporate buildings. They knew by now of course she ran off but not the first time in her life. Cassius suspected his wayward daughter would be back, broke and whining. He thought his money and fear of poverty would keep her in the carefully constructed cage. But not anymore...Now she had Nieraan who could help her to be free. Finally breaking the chains that held her for so long near the cruel father. It was going to happen today and Danica hoped she hadn't been mistaken about the Firrerreo. That this time around her feelings wouldn't lie. ”It's almost noon.” She hummed, letting her finger to trail along the man's ribcage. Strong muscles felt like strings of steel under surprisingly delicate golden skin. Danica inhaled deeply, pressing her frame closer to the Firrerreo, pulling gently on his two tone hair in case he was still asleep. There were shouts coming from outside the doors – drunk street walkers, smugglers and spice addicts screamed for attention from rich ones in Hutt Cartel and Czerka. Near their hotel was a club her father owned, one he had long time ago won from a Hutt. Cassius treated this place like a trophy, only the most important could enter it, bringing with them endless river of credits. The crystal clear Cassius in the Core had second face of Darek, a crimelord that operated in the Hutt space, never letting his business in there to influence legal assets of Livco. The money his legal branch made were nothing in comparison to what the Hutts offered and now Danica wanted what should have always been hers. ”You will help me, won't you?” She asked once again, placing a slow kiss on Nieraan's chest. To make sure. To know he wanted her to be free with him.
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Post by Rugs on May 19, 2013 18:50:56 GMT -5
"It's almost noon..."
Nieraan's eyes fluttered nearly open and squeezed shut again as he turned his head into his pillow, burying his face in it against the beginning of the day. "Gimme five more...[/i] he muttered, though it was a muffled series of groans with his mouth pressed against the pillow's softness.
A finger brushing down his side stirred him again. He tensed against it and looked up to see the source of the intrusion to be greeted with Danica's face, inches from his own.
And then everything came rushing back. They were on Tatooine. Danica's ship had brought them here, and they'd slipped away from Borca and his lackeys. Danica found that particular bit of business impressive, but it didn't seem anything particularly special to Nieraan, street rat that he was. He continually insisted on just killing the big oaf, but Danica would have none of it. Not yet.
After they'd escaped, they'd changed to clothes that were more suited to the local style, and found a place to stay. And after settling in, they'd done what they often did when they had nights with each other.
But now it was time to be up, and Nieraan was tired. Not for lack of sleep—he'd slept quite soundly. But Tatooine's days and nights were off from the cycle he'd grown accustomed to.
Danica said it was the middle of the day, and the shafts of sunlight streaming into their little room lent credence to that. But to his internal clock, it felt like the middle of the night...
Nieraan yawned and leaned back against the pillow, pulling his love closer to him. "I don't want to be up..." he muttered, to the air this time.
The voices from outside wouldn't let him go back to sleep, and he suspected Danica wouldn't either. So there wasn't much of anything to do but sigh and force himself to rise.
Just... in a few minutes.
Danica curled more tightly against him, kissing his chest as she asked a question. Nieraan grunted quietly and looked at her for a long moment before he chuckled. "Wouldn't have come all this way with you if I wasn't goin' to, would I?" Besides, it was more time to be with her, away from the Order and its needs. Some time with something good, before his own world summoned him back.
"Of course I will..." he muttered. He kissed her on the cheek, lightly, then for a longer time on her lips.
With a sigh he pulled himself a way, lifting the thin cover from over him before he stirred himself to action with her again. It wasn't that he didn't want it, but they had things that needed doing, and enough time had already been wasted laying around in bed.
So he rose reluctantly from his bed, naked as the day he was born, muscle rippling throughout his body as he stretched. He scratched his chin groggily, noting that he needed to shave. He hated having stubble—it made his face unbearably itchy at times. Though if he and she were to assume the roles of different people, the shadow of a beard wouldn't hurt. For a bit.
"So what're we doing again?" he asked, looking around for where his clothes had been thrown the night before. "Hittin' the club or whatever?"
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Post by Poludnica on May 20, 2013 6:08:45 GMT -5
As her lover mumbled barely understandable, groggy pleads to give him a moment a spontaneous, genuine smile of endorsement ghosted across Danica's lips. For few heartbeats she marveled boyish innocence Nieraan's features had when he was asleep. The woman couldn't fathom someone dabbling in dark arts could have such quality. Short stubble added to the roguish charm. She reached to scratch on the assassin's chin, feeling prickly hairs underneath her sensitive fingertips. ”You are worse than me.” Danica breathed a chuckle and playfully pulled on Nieraan's hair. Mornings were always terrible on her, a process of waking up took forever, especially after a night of reckless frivolity. Mood swing after mood swing, Dany never seemed in one place with her feelings, this time was no different.
As he pulled her closer in a tight embrace she pretended not to notice how he tensed under the surprising touch, before realization must have downed on him she was no danger. Something stirred in the pit of her being, the familiar sadness. Danica knew well this reaction, this outburst of caution like a frightened animal expecting to be struck. ”Mhmmm..Me neither. Lets spend the next week like that...” She sighed, almost pushing herself on top of her lover, unable to pry her body away. This sort of closeness was something Danica had to learn in the span of last two weeks they had been together. Slowly, the woman opened up enough to drop the mask of flirty sarcasm, the fact that made her pleased and uneasy at the same time.
No, it was terrifying actually and Danica almost compulsively clung to Nieraan, still fighting whether to risk his life in what could be a failed endeavor. But she didn't want to be back in her cage, to be away from him. When the Firrerreo looked at her, Danica blushed and bashfully let her gaze to drift away from the burning intensity of the sun flared orbs. ”Are you fully aware what are you getting yourself into?” The human asked, trying to play it off with a teasing smile. But the worry was there, under the surface. Doubts whispered by self-downing inner critic: Would he stay? Would he get bored? Why would he even care? Especially after witnessing the complete and utter emotional breakdown.
An impractical toy, a Dresden doll – wasn't it what she had been all the time?
Danica forgot herself and those uneasy musings in a long kiss, taking more than physical pleasure from it. The Firrerro's words of assurance caused her heart to flutter like a rabbit locked in a cage. She wanted to ask why, what for but stilled those questions from spilling out, ruining atmosphere, already heavy with anxiety.
Silently, Danica watched her lover to rise from the bed, his steely frame caught few streaks of sunlight that lingered on the golden skin. Letting herself to enjoy the view for a bit loner, the woman stretched in the bed, like a lazy feline. Dany forced her fears deep down, wishing she wouldn't have thrown out the sleazily pink bottle of antidepressants. Nieraan's presence helped to keep the anxiety at bay for now, or at least most of it; She still had some time before her moods would go haywire.
”Under the chair.” The woman said with a tired sigh, waving at the parts of clothing Nieraan was looking for. She curled under the blanket, before deciding it wouldn't do and began to roll around in a search for more comfortable position; The human found only hard, wooden floor on which she landed with a sudden yelp. ”Ow...” Danica complained, rubbing her forehead. ”In this club my father keeps an account that links directly to one of his Hutt space 'savings'.” The woman explained, finally entangling herself from the offensive blanket.
”Hopefully he didn't change the codes...He is too arrogant for that anyway.” Danica shrugged before deciding to take a shower, even if it wouldn't do much in the Tatooine climate. Still naked, the woman leaned against the doors that led to a claustrophobic bathroom. ”You won't take a shower?” The dark haired girl motioned at the room behind, impish smile playing on her full lips.
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Post by Rugs on Jun 9, 2013 13:55:56 GMT -5
"Of course I do," Nieraan muttered, leaning down by the cramped room's lone chair to scoop up his discarded clothes from the night before. "Going in that cantinta and making trouble, at your discetion." He looked over his shoulder at her, not at all displeased with the glance's timing as he watched Danica finally rise out of the bed.
The shadow of a smile touched his lips before he turned away to turn is right-side-out again. "Y'know, it's not like I haven't done this kinda thing before," he pointed out.
Nieraan shrugged lazily and set his clothes down on the bed. His body still felt like it was time to sleep, despite the sun's light streaming in through the dusty windows. With a sigh, he resigned to just soldier on through it until his biological clock readjusted.
Soldiering on meant it was time to go out, and going out meant it was time to get dressed. Nieraan stretched again, loosening his back, and started pulling his shirt on over his head...
”You won't take a shower?”
Danica's voice made him pause and look back over his shoulder, arms still raised with the shirt barely down to his neck. He was certain she knew damn well what it was she was doing.
"Well, if you're invitin' me..."
The shirt was promptly tossed over the back of the chair.
He swaggered his way over to the bathroom, but paused by Danica. Briefly he stood near her, looking down at her. Eyeing her, with a wicked flash in his golden eyes.
Then his hands were on her and his lips quickly met hers. Softly. For a moment. A chuckle rumbled in his throat as he pulled away from her.
"Mmmm, you smell of sweat..." Nieraan observed casually, now smirking openly at her.
He turned and went into the bathroom to shower. And with a playfully-boyish tug, took her along with him.
"I'd rather be in my armor," he muttered to himself as he finished lacing up the shoes that came with the clothes they'd acquired the day before. They were comfortable enough. Light in weight and in color, and they worked for their purpose of blending into the local crowds.
Nieraan just preferred the familiar. His normal clothes. His armor. Either of those would be better, especially wandering into the unknown of the club.
"Anyway..." he finished his shoe and stood up straight, rolling his neck to pop it and setting his shoulders. His dress was simple—a light, loose shirt and some pants more fitted to the desert heat. The shoes weren't as sturdy as he'd like, but his movement wouldn't suffer in them.
Still need a place for my sabers... But that's what the jacket was for.
"Almost ready?" He asked Danica. "Following your lead. For now..."
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Post by Poludnica on Jun 16, 2013 14:08:27 GMT -5
Perhaps in a perfect world, the roguish, brash assurances would be a symbol of readiness. A sign of ceaseless devotion but Danica knew very well how empty promises could be. Still, a pleased flutter seized the girl's heart when Nieraan tried to comfort her in the only way he knew how. Immediately a sharp pang of worry crushed the slowly blossoming feeling. Like everyone before him, the Firrerreo would get bored and leave. When novelty of the experience would wear off, leaving jailing attachment. Danica had always been afraid of this, always expected it thus did everything to vanish first. Not to give a chance this painful rejection.
It bothered her she didn't see herself doing it with Nieraan. How the silly, rabbit heart tied her down, leaving vulnerable and weak. You will regret this. The sudden, unwarranted thought caused Danica to inhale sharply, masking anxiety with a mask woven from playful smiles and teasing looks. ”Just don't break anything in your way. It's still my inheritance there and I doubt you want to spend the next decade working it off.” The woman smiled cheekily. It grew into a strange kind of game between them. She would constantly try to poke a small hole in the wall of his confidence which only caused Nieraan to grow more cocky with every word. The most curious foreplay.
”Like you've ever asked for invitation.” Danica mused, blushing lightly when sun-flared orbs shamelessly made their way toward her naked frame. There had always been something predatory about Nieraan. A prowling feline ready to ponce its pray. The graceful quality of his movements; bold smirks that let barely tip of his sharp canines to stay visible. It unsettled and excited her at the same time – giving the young woman thrilling sensation of playing with the unleashed dragon.
Even if only brief hours separated them from the last dance, Danica found herself craving more with ever step the Firrerreo took toward her. ”It's not like you smell of roses.” She snorted, shivering under surprisingly gentle touch and let Nieraan to let them into the bathroom. For a long moment the Coruscanti woman forgot about the grim prospect of possible death that awaited them.
Pulling her bag from where she had flung it on the floor, Danica looked around the room one more time to make sure no proof of their presence was left. Aside from flooded bathroom and mangled sheets of course. Reaching up to the bunched up fabric gathered about her neck, she pulled the cloak’s hood over her dark hair, drawing comfort from the heavy and concealing folds as they fell over her features. Hiding delicate make up and features of a woman obviously born in the Core of the Galaxy.. Now all that was left to do was pretend she was a native farm girl.
”I would prefer that too.” Danica answered to Nieraan's complain. A faints of the lightest of smirks betraying the teasing inention behind her words. ”It nicely highlights your masculine charms but I doubt my father's men would appreciate it.” The woman pulled herself up, folds of a long, slender dress falling on the ground. It shapely circled Danica's waist and hips only to spill in a flowery wave around the ankles. How local girls managed to run in this stuff was beyond her comprehension. At least for now.
Feeling the playfulness rapidly fading, Danica walked toward Nieraan. Heelless sandals left even marks on a dusty floor, creating uneven pattern that betrayed hesitation in the woman's step. She stopped a mere inch from the Firrerreo but her gaze shyly escaped to the side. Fear and anxiety began to brew under the surface of the cheeky mask Danica had put on so far.
”Nieraan...” The woman started, something akin to sorrow ringing in the way she spoke her lover's name. The echo of unfamiliar, almost forgotten emotions swirled within Danica's core, though on the outside her stance remained still. Almost unnaturally so. How to even word something like this? This terrible dread of losing someone important? What if never again she would meet someone like him? What if such storm of passion and flurry of desire happened once in a lifetime? What if Cassius would take him away?
There and then, in a terrible little hotel room on a planet desolated by unforgiving suns Danica let herself to feel the longing she had never experienced before. It caused her heart to flutter and breath shortened to a shallow, strained insufflation. The young woman wanted to tell him to be careful; that his safety meant more than Cassius' money and a mere thought of losing him caused a wrecking havoc in her soul. Danica managed to meet the Firrerreo's gaze: the verdant eyes shimmered with tiny, pearly droplets of tears.
He will leave you. They all will in the end. The words suddenly escaped her and in a matter of a heartbeat the emotional guard was back in place. Shocked by how exposed Danica let herself to become, she took a step back. Blinking away the annoying moistness that pooled in her eyes. ”Let's go.” The woman said, maybe too hastily and with unwarranted sharpness. Avoiding Nieraan's gaze, Danica stepped out of the room, muttering something about meeting him downstairs.
The club was tucked away between two shabby buildings. It fit well in the run down scenery of primitive architecture and twisted backstreets. Danica watched it, torn between hesitation and temptation. It would be her freedom but something wouldn't let her be. ”I am a terrible daughter.” She admitted helplessly, seating herself on one of many desert boulders that sprouted from the searingly hot ground. The streets were deserted, locals hiding away from the biting rays of twin suns. Only a couple of guards leaned against the stoney wall, lazily surveying the surroundings. There was still few hours left till the opening and only the staff and bodyguards tumbled about. Danica didn't know who protected the main office on the second floor but certainly no one Nieraan couldn't handle.
Hopefully.
Fidgeting nervously on the warm rock, Danica tried not to think about what was about to happen, instead trying to make up another excuse for them to wait few more minutes.
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Post by Rugs on Jul 3, 2013 17:48:48 GMT -5
Nieraan fought down a little smirk at Danica when she agreed that he should be wearing his armor. His reasons were practical. Hers, not so much, but who was he to complain? "Well, we'll just have to hope I won't need it," he muttered.
In truth, he rather doubted the need would arise. It wasn't like he was going into a den full of honed warriors; he'd be fine.
At his proclamation that he was ready to depart, Danica stood and approached him. He turned his eye to her as she moved, watching the fabric move gently around her slender figure. It wasn't such a bad view; he'd probably gotten the better deal out of their wardrobe change.
The woman paused near him and for a long moment looked at him, as if unsure of what she wanted to say. Nervous, he noted, lightly tapping the surface of her emotions with his senses. But why?
”Let's go,” she said suddenly, turning her eyes away from him and hurrying off. Nieraan watched her go , brow wrinkled slightly. Then he followed along, shrugging into his light jacket. He decided, as they left, that Danica was simply worried about the infiltration. But there was nothing to fear—of that, he was certain.
They met outside, drawing little attention, as few people were out at the moment. The few that did hurried along, heads down and covered against the invasive dust and unrelenting heat. As they reached a surveillance point, Danica sat on a boulder.
Nieraan leaned against a fence, watching the club from afar with his yellow-eyed gaze. Two guards, neither of which were paying a great deal of attention to their surroundings while they lazed about. The heat had a way of dulling the senses. Probably don't see much opposition in the middle of the damn day either.
”I am a terrible daughter,” Danica said, seemingly out of the blue.
Nieraan looked at her, blinking in confusion. "Are you?" he asked, turning his head back to the club, though he regarded the woman from the corner of his eye. "Or do you just have a terrible father...?" He folded his arms across his chest, and sighed a long, weary sigh as he leaned against the rough wood behind him. "It's not always the sins of the child," he muttered, nearly too quietly to be heard.
With a shake of his head, he pushed the sentimentality aside and turned back to the matter at hand. One club. Two guards without. Doubtlessly more inside, where he and Danica needed to be. But the two are the problem. I could get past them without them knowing. Climb the side, break in from the roof. But she... He looked at Danica from the corner of an eye again. That won't work.
"So what's the plan?" the Firrerreo asked softly, looking at her. "I could kill them from here without them knowing a thing. But someone might see before we could get in and move their bodies inside. That makes trouble you probably don't want to be involved with."
He shrugged again. "But we need to get in. How many deaths are you comfortable with?"
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Post by Poludnica on Jul 9, 2013 11:33:54 GMT -5
Something didn't sit well with her and caused increasing fidgeting on the lone boulder. Her mind would race from one extreme attitude to another. A bad daughter, a victim to a monstrous father, a terrible person that treated others like personal playthings. Danica's gaze immediately trailed off to Nieraan whose quiet remark didn't bring any comfort. She wondered if it made her weak in his eyes, a pile of pitiful misery. His reaction though...The dark haired woman frowned. ”How do you know?” The question was quiet, barely rising above whisking wind and hush of sand moving beneath their feet. The human girl realized once more how little she truly knew about her lover. Was he a freelancer? A part of some crime organization like many young slum dwellers? What did he know about gilded cages?
At this moment Danica discovered a layer of anger that dragged itself after her the moment they had left the cheap hotel room. How Nieraan ignored her struggle to tell him something very important and just shrugged it off. A typical, clueless man. She scoffed all suddenly, turning her verdant gaze away. ”Let's just do it.” The woman sighed. ”That's the only way I can pay you.” A dainty, slim hand reached to wipe away a trail of tears. Her mood rapidly shifted from tensed anxiety to deep sorrow. The rapid emotions taking reigns once more when Danica realized once Nieraan would be gone, she had nowhere to go. Left alone away in Republic space with money and no allies. But free at last.
”There is one service entrance, we can go through there and through the emergency stairs to penthouse elevator.” She explained with indifferent voice, forcing some kind of activity on her brain after sudden, heavy bouts of melancholy. Everything became blurry, the world losing colors in a matter of minutes. Danica swallowed the fear, warding off an undercurrent of nagging panic. No, not now. Focus! The woman chided herself harshly and looked at Nieraan, for a moment trying to understand what he had just said. He gaze grew glassy, empty before finally some recognition flickered in chartreuse depths. She shook her head, refocusing once more. ”Preferably none.” Danica said with a heavy sigh, refusing to let go those last shreds of conscience. The young woman longed to be better than Cassius and his heartless ways. A strange dualism that followed her every way – killing was wrong...Sometimes. A slave to her always changing moods, Dany often followed them. Today's mood didn't warrant many deaths.
Finally, the woman pulled herself up from the heated rock. Long dress clung to her body in an unpleasant way, strings of sweat trailing down her back. Delicate skin, not used to such harsh environment immediately turned crimson in places where the cheap fabric gnawed at bare flesh. Danica shifted with growing discomfort, pale shade of her complexion stood out even with waves of material covering most of it.
The dark haired woman took a hesitant step toward the club and the guards that kept standing around idly. Almost motionless. A sudden urge to run crept up her spine – no, that was crazy. What was she thinking? Stupid, stupid girl – he was your father. ”I...” Danica started, her voice trembling and fearful. ”I don't know if I can do it.” The Coruscanti aristocrat confessed helplessly, turning moist gaze away from Nieraan. Life with Cassius was a living hell but a familiar one. What awaited her without him? Without known streets of Coruscant and everyone she knew there?
”I have never been alone...” Briefly Danica turned her gaze to Nieraan. He was so willing to help, even without a promise of being paid. It felt wrong as she didn't deserve it. Forgetting about the anger and suspicions the human stepped closer to the Firrerreo and kissed him. It didn't carry this much passion, but something new and unexpected instead. ”I don't want you to get hurt.” Danica sniffled quietly, finally stating what had been poisoning her heart for the last few hours.
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Post by Rugs on Jul 28, 2013 23:01:32 GMT -5
“None?” Nieraan lifted a prow and pursed his lips thoughtfully. “That'll be tough if things go south, Danica.” Of course if things went south, Nieraan wouldn't be holding back from killing people. That could get them both in trouble, and he didn't have any intentions of it happening.
“It's going to be hard to have this takeover if you're not willing to kill,” he said, looking at her levelly. The words weren't harsh, or scolding. Simply honest. “Whether here or elsewhere. “Daddy's men aren't going to give his holdings up with out a fight. Best be ready for it.”
Despite his words, Danica seemed suddenly to have second thoughts. She took a step forward, but Nieraan didn't. The Force quivered with uncertainty around her, and not for the first time. But they'd never been moving forward to handle a mission when she had one of her sudden swelling's of self-doubt.
Well, she hadn't wanted to cooperate at all with him much on Naboo, but he'd plowed ahead anyway. This time, though, he needed her.
“I have never been alone,” she said. Nieraan's brow knitted slightly, as he wondered what brought that up, and now, of all times.
Suddenly she turned back toward him and threw her arms around him. Before he could protest that they were within line of sight for the guards, her lips were on his. It lingered, long enough for him to close his eyes and put his hands around her back, and then it was gone.
”I don't want you to get hurt,” she said, sniffling in his arms. Nieraan's brow knit further.
“Danica,” he said quietly, letting her go and putting a finger under her chin, as he tended to do. “Look at me.” He sighed, concern in his eyes. “Listen, no one in there is going to hurt me. And no one is going to hurt you. I won't let them. Alright?”
He pulled her to him again and kissed her briefly, then spoke once more.
“If you're going to do this, you've got to be strong, Danica. For me.” The corners of his mouth turned very slightly upward as he let her go and turned them both toward the club, toward their goal. “You have to be strong for you,” he said, looking at her from the corner of a yellow eye. “Now let's go do this.”
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Post by Poludnica on Jul 31, 2013 12:49:41 GMT -5
An indifferent shrug was the only response Nieraan got to his argument. It sounded reasonable and cold, a trait of an experienced assassin in him. Danica knew who her lover was, what he did for a leaving and yet the Firrerreo still seemed like a better, gentler person than Cassius. The golden skinned male showed that somewhere under the murderer's arrogant mask hid a caring being that was able to put his own safety on the line. Nieraan had saved her life and now he would help Danica to get the freedom – something she had no idea how to repay for.
”There will be civilian workers as well, I don't want them hurt.” The Coruscanti woman decided – assured firmness in her voice told she wouldn't like to negotiate. Something in the way Nieraan called Cassius woke up strands of cold anger. Daddy. Danica's jaw clenched, small muscles danced under the pale, delicate skin. The thought faded away though as another worry distorted the feverish string of thoughts.
Her hands moved to wrap around Nieraan's neck – now warm from the surrounding heat. The Firrerreo didn't hold back, despite the presence of the guards who amids the searing afternoon became aware there were young lovers near. She heard laughter that came from the club's direction – sneering and mocking when one of the goons made an unflattering comment. Biting and racist, betraying Coruscanti elitism and human supremacy Cassius taught men under his command. Danica blushed despite her best attempts to ignore the men and focus only on the Firrerreo's words.
The dark hair fell back when she looked up to search Nieraan's golden gaze. The woman leaned into the touch, feeling so familiar harsh skin of calloused fingers for years now trained to wield the lightsabers. ”It's not my safety I am concerned about.” Danica confessed, seeing strange worry in the Firrerreo's sun flared orbs. She tried to remember when was the last time someone had showed such affectionate fear for her well-being and couldn't recall a single person. It was frightening, amazing and thrilling at the same time. And a part of her, one very neglected and hidden suddenly became hopefully aware that there could be something more brewing between them than just a short tryst.
After a brief kiss, followed by comforting words Danica nodded, wiping away tears that pooled in her eyes. She playfully poked an elongated canine that peered from under a small smile just like couple of weeks ago in the club but before the dark haired woman could voice any acknowledgment a steely cold voice brutally ruined their moment.
”Oi! Lovebirds.” The pale skinned man walked toward them. He looked massive, at least a head and a half taller than Nieraan. From under the black shirt Danica could notice pale blue cybernetics that reinforced the guard's arms. The sunglasses hid a part of a nasty scar that ran through the man's right cheek all the way to the neck. ”Go put on a show somewhere else. Private property.” The man ordered, placing his thick fingers on a large slug thrower that hung at his belt.
Danica's temper flared instantly though and she recklessly bit back, like an angered feline. As usually quicker to talk rather than think – about this trait Cassius had always been right. The woman turned to face the burly brute, forgetting the whole inconspicuous natives idea. ”I am sorry, I wasn't told you own the street now.” The dark haired girl sneered, crossing arms on her chest in a haughty manner. The guard took a step closer which immediately caused Danica to press herself against Nieraan's body. ”I don't have time for snarky b*tches , little girl.” The man's voice remained frighteningly calm, though tension rapidly spreading through his large muscles betrayed something much different. ”Get your rainbow headed monkey along with your sorry ass out of here before I'll toss it out.” He demanded, gesturing dismissively at Nieraan.
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Post by Rugs on Aug 24, 2013 19:29:38 GMT -5
Nieraan sighed as a shout from across the street interrupted his moment. One of the witless guards had finally noticed their presence, and apparently took it as his duty to interject right into the midst of their business.
Nieraan growled deep in his throat as the guard approached. He was a rather large man — taller by far than the Firrerreo, and noticeably broader. He brought with him the annoying presence of a man that knew he was very large — an annoying brashness that reminded Nieraan of a new gang member that thought his status guaranteed his safety.
If a look could kill, the warning glare that Nieraan shot the man would've dropped him where he stood. But he and Danica had roles, he recalled, and he softened his expression.
Barely.
“We weren't harming anyone, sir,” he said, the last word grating like nails across his tongue as he voiced it. “We were just enjoyin' the day out, is all.” The words were meek, and Nieraan managed to keep his voice neutral enough. But his eyes told a different story, meeting the big man's unflinchingly.
Even in acting, it was a hard thing for a lion to bow to a toad.
“Now I think it would be best if you just let us be. We don't want trouble.” Nieraan nodded a few times, emphasizing his words. “I don' think anybody wants any trouble here, today.”
It rankled his hide to do it, but he began to retreat slowly, pulling Danica along with him. “See? No trouble from us. We'll just take our business elsewhere...”
A few backwards steps later, and he turned away, keeping Danica in tow. He seethed inwardly, but the retreat was a false one. A dusty road intersected their street a few buildings down the block, and they could turn out of sight there. From there, he could lead her back around to the club, from behind. It was a better approach than going in from the front anyway.
“I am going to kill that man,” he muttered under his breath to Danica as they turned a corner. “In a terrible, terrible way.”
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Post by Poludnica on Aug 27, 2013 5:35:41 GMT -5
Her breathes came in a hectic pace, betraying anger and agitation. Danica wasn't used to such treatment, no one other than Cassius had so far dared to offend the Liviana heir's company like that. Normally it would bother the woman less but the last weeks spent with Nieraan stirred something much deeper than any shallow fling would. Automatically and without clear realization Danica began to label Nieraan as hers. Her lover didn't deserve demeaning racial slurs, neither did she. ”He is twice a man you are!” She hissed venomously at the man whose unwanted imbroglio caused so much ill feelings. The guard looked down at her with a mixture of disgust and pity, his hand moving much closer to the blaster but then he met Nieraan's steely gaze and something in it had stopped him mid motion.
The boy's gaze certainly didn't match humble words as he pulled Danica that clung to him for dear life. ”Go enjoy somewhere else, colorful punk.” The man sneered when Nieraan started to move away. ”What?! You can't let him treat you like this!” The Coruscanti woman demanded but obediently followed her lover's lead. Only after a moment, when the hurricane of brash emotions died down the girl once more began to think more clearly. The impulsive nature that too often drove her now had showed in full strength, making Danica ashamed. With cheeks still crimson from angry blush, the woman stopped where the dusty alleys crossed. One of them would lead them toward the back entrance for sure. They were empty and quiet, with only a small domesticated feline prowling about.
The human woman heard Nieraan's dark promise and smiled, though without mirth nor happiness. Danica run her hand through thick, black – blue mane. Realizing how much she liked this exotic coloration. Firrerreo were beautiful people; despite Nieraan's grubby outlook he couldn't hide this feat among grimy clothes and barely combed hair. ”I won't stop you.” She whispered, placing a comforting kiss on the Firrerreo's cheek. Her own craving for vendetta woke up – before meeting Nieraan Danica would be disgusted by such grim threat but not anymore. Ingenue sheltered girl left plenty of the past innocence back on the ship that headed back to Coruscant by now. And she relished that, she relished Nieraan showing this delightfully predator side of him. ”They are all like this and my father is the worst of them.” The young woman complained before stepping away from the Firrerreo and toward the club. Hoping her lover would forget how little restrain she had showed today – a trait that haunted Danica for years now.
It didn't take long for them to reach the set of metal doors that led into the maintenance and staff area. Two guards patrolled those as well. Bored, indifferent like tho ones from the front. Danica gently patted Nieraan on the shoulder. ”Take them down.” She murmured.
”Quietly.”
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Post by Rugs on Oct 6, 2013 12:22:49 GMT -5
Danica told Nieraan she wouldn’t stop keep him from his new goal, either to comfort him or from true agreement. The reason didn’t matter, and in truth, even if she had disagreed, nothing would have changed. Not here.
Nieraan Onin did not — would not — suffer slights from ants.
He almost smirked as Danica ran a hand through his hair and kissed him on the cheek, but he didn’t. Business kept his mind on task, his focus honed to a point. Get around to the back, find a way in. Squash the ants.
Simple.
They looped around the alley and came out to a maintenance entrance. The metal doors looked sturdy, but Nieraan could be through them with little trouble if he desired, and he did very much desire that.
First, however, there were two guards to deal with.
”Take them down,” Danica commanded. ”Quietly.”
Nieraan snorted a chuckle. She’d come a long way from the girl that nearly had a meltdown when he killed an old butler. “Bloodthirsty now, aren’t you?” he asked, lips twisting with a grin.
Even so, he did as commanded, though he hadn’t needed her word to spur him to motion. He motioned with two hands, one for each guard, and commanded the Force around them. They clutched at their chests as the Force knotted around their lungs, crushing them in, then at their throats as his invisible hold kept them from screaming out.
The first guard crumpled to the ground, wheezing. He wasn’t dead yet, but with his ruined lungs, he would be soon. It was a cruel way to go, but Nieraan wasn’t feeling particularly merciful at the moment.
The second guard, however, he allowed to slump to the ground, silenced and winded. He left Danica’s side, strolling casually over to his prey, who watched him with the wide-eyed stare of a doe watching a wolf’s jaws coming to snap shut on its throat.
Nieraan grabbed the man roughly under his chin and hoisted him up to his feet. He slammed his back hard against the metal doors and smiled malevolently, showing his canines. “Sorry,” he said quietly, as red light flickered around his hand. “Need the energy more than you do.”
Energy, crimson and hateful flashed from Nieraan’s fingers into the guard. The body convulsed briefly, then went limp, skin sagging and going grey as Nieraan sucked the life from him.
A few second later, Nieraan tossed the dead man aside like a forgotten rag. Strength, the raw force of life itself rushed through him, filling him with a sort of high as he motioned for Danica to come to him. He lifted the flat of his palm to the metal doors and focused before a push of the Force forced them wide.
“Easy,” he muttered, looking down to the first guard. The poor man was still dying, struggling to breath with his ruined lungs.
Nieraan decided he was feeling merciful, just then. He walked over to the fallen man, pulled his leg back, and kicked him in the side of the temple.
The man’s struggles suddenly stopped.
“Door’s open,” he said to Danica, motioning to the obvious.
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Post by Poludnica on Oct 8, 2013 5:01:42 GMT -5
The darkness surrounding Nieraan wasn't something new nor unexpected. Danica thought she grew familiar with it, enjoying even as it was dangerous and thrilling. Toward her the Firrerreo had been gentle, even when during the first meeting he hadn't utilized his powers to harm her. The woman didn't know the true extend of it, never really witnessed aside from Rioman's death that still filled her entity with guilt. After weeks with Nieraan, however, Danica got used to this thought. Understanding she had done what was necessary at the time, embracing this darkness that seemed to always lurk in the depths of her being. Cassius always claimed there was something wrong with his daughter and the Coruscanti woman fed into it, yielding to the schema Liviana patriarch pushed Danica into.
Clearly not enough though as the moment Nieraan called the Force to murderously cut the guards airwaves Danica muscles stiffened and eyes grew wide in shock. She stood petrified finally when the men dropped to the ground she turned away curling near the warm stone of the building. The woman pressed palms to her eyes, trying to cut away from the experience but the guards sickening, choking noises haunted the dark haired woman even in this odd state of dissociation. Through spread fingers she noticed Nieraan tossing aside one of the men like he was nothing. A useless rag doll.
Swallowing sickening guilt mixed with simple, human primal fear of death, Danica pulled herself upward, trying to maintain as much dignity as she could though was unable to hide thick layer of emotions that gripped her. Blanched features, wary gaze of a startled doe and stiff tension in the muscles betrayed them as much as the plain admittance. Trying not to look at the carnage Danica quickly slipped toward the entrance, telling herself that they were evil beings that deserved this gruesome fate. That it was a price she had to pay for the freedom.
It helped to calm the rational component of a growing guilt but the primaeval disgust at death wasn't easy to banish. Nieraan looked very pleased with himself, like a young, cocky showman that treated it more like a fancy trick than taking someone's life. Danica didn't share this view but didn't say a word. Recognizing it was of course all in her name but couldn't help to put a bit of vigilant distance between herself and the Firrerreo paramour. Measuring him with a fearful, alarmed gaze.
It will pass....It will pass. She told herself, building a very bipolar image of Nieraan just for the sake of staying sane. The body longed for his touch and soul remembered how much the Firrerreo had done to keep her safe. This was the side Danica wanted to know and focus on, hoping that it would shadow the other, much darker one. The one that dictated the life of another was meaningless. Would he do the same to me? The Coruscanti woman dreadfully wondered when for a moment avoided even the slightest contact between them.
In such moment it came to a momentary clarity how truly malevolent and wicked could Nieraan be. ”I am not bloodthirsty enough.” She whispered, not necessarily to anyone in particular but her voice carried an undercurrent of cautiousness and sadness that lingered at the core of Danica's being even when she stepped into the dry, sweet smelling interior of the club's maintenance area. It was a small warehouse where liquor was stored. Stacked into a neat pile various luxurious alcohols rest. Idly Danica took one of the bottles to notice the famous brand of the Coruscanti brandy. The place was silent with most of staff loitering in the kitchen and main area. Cleaning, tending to bar, preparing snacks.
”There should be a staircase that leads to the second floor.” Danica finally shook off the drowsy slumber and leftovers of fear: focusing on the task. Soon she would be free.
((Feel free to take them to the second floor: there would be guards loitering about the corridors and few staff members.))
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Post by Rugs on Nov 9, 2013 10:54:49 GMT -5
[Keeping this short n rough cause I gotta do stuff. But should advance things for now]
“You’ll have to be if you want to make all those plans of yours reality,” Nieraan muttered as Danica followed him inside. The words were not harsh, but they were firm — weighted with the knowledge from someone who’d walked the path before, many times. He watched her from the corner of a yellow eye as she cautiously picked her way over the copses. “You won’t be able to do this without a lot of people dying.”
He shrugged, beginning to walk forward again. “Nature of the beast.”
Nieraan looked around the warehouse’s sparse interior. Crates of liquor were laid out haphazardly, obviously without much care from whoever arranged them. A few presences touched the barest edges of his senses, further in and above. Not an immediate concern now, but they would be.
“More guards waiting for us,” he quietly warned. He looked at her with a sudden lopsided smile. “Don’t suppose you know how to shoot a gun, d’ya?” It was a joke, of course—he was almost completely certain he knew the extent of Danica’s marksmanship. And though he loved her, he wasn’t going to be putting his back to her with a gun in an open fray.
They moved along, Nieraan skulking from cover to cover behind the crates and stacks of pallets. Two guards stood around at the bottom of a flight of metal stairs, talking drinks and parties and other nonsense. Nieraan motioned for Danica to stay hidden, then crept forward, sticking to the shadows to give him cover.
The two goons were too preoccupied to be worth the trouble—so much so that when he suddenly emerged from behind one, the other only had time to start a gasp as a saber hilt to the back of the head sent his companion down in a helpless sprawl.
Nieraan grabbed the witness’ throat, turning a yell for help into a muffled gurgle before he could leave the man’s throat. One swift crack of his skull against the duracrete wall behind, and he went down, leaving a read smear behind as Nieraan released him.
Nieraan picked up a fallen gun and cracked the back of the first guard’s head with it, ensuring that he was no longer in the equation.
Dirty work, but quick. Quiet. He waved for Danica to follow.
“Come on. Up the stairs.”
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Post by Poludnica on Nov 11, 2013 9:37:44 GMT -5
”Are you giving me life lessons, Nieraan Onin?” Danica dismissed the truth in his words with a light smirk and a joke. She admired the Firrerreo for many qualities, be them physical or not. He was brave, brash, rivalry arrogant and smart in a whole different way than the Coruscanti woman had been used to. An odd mixture of self-taught street smart and rough shrewdness expected from a child that from early age had to fend for himself. Danica presented the polar opposite of a higher class human, born into wealth, receiving the best education credits could buy. Fine things, even finer art and words half of the Galaxy had no idea existed. There was obviously a gap between the two paramours – one Danica used when Nieraan's words stung more than they should. It was her defense just as the Firrerreo used anger and the Force to hide own little insecurities.
The woman let out a shaky breath when Nieraan mentioned more guards. More people dying. ”I have a feeling you and the best are very good friends.” Danica sighed, moving closer to her lover. Seeking comfort behind the chiseled lines of Nieraan's body. It truly felt as if Nieraan could stop Cassius himself from ruining what they had built. Finally someone to break the heinous, gilded bars of the cage she had been trapped in for so long. Her musings were abruptly stopped by what was suppose to be a joke. Danica snorted a short laugh and opened a small purse from which the woman scooped out even tinier blaster. A small, elegant design probably created more for show than true protection. Even her guns had to be snobbish. Using it would force Danica to recall those few lessons she had been given regarding firearms but a very arrogant, haughty part she harbored felt it couldn't be that difficult.
With smug expression, the dark haired human waved her little trinket in sight, only to hide it back the moment later. ”Maybe?” Danica said with a quirk of a dainty brow before Nieraan stopped her in tracks. The guards. She pressed herself against the wall and closed eyes once more, trying to trap the awful sounds out of her consciousness but to no avail. The raw, self-preservation instinct even force the girl to open a pair of verdant orbs, just in time to catch the terrible sight. Nieraan bashing the man's head with a gun. Danica gasped, trying to swallow acidic bile that made its way back to her throat.
I will get better. This small consolation did little to made her feel any better. The image of a brutal Firrerreo criminal simply didn't fit the image Danica created of Nieraan who could be awkwardly sweet. Endearing even. ”Huh.” She coughed out, once more putting a considerable distance between herself and the Firrerreo. Stepping over the bodies like a frightened doe tiptoed around an angry bear.
With reckless haste the woman darted up the stairs and into the spacious hallway. There were no guards which left her alarmed. Normally such place should be crowded with them. Something was very, very wrong. The camera's should already pick up on the intruders, rising an alarm. Either Cassius grew senile and reckless which would be a good news. Or...Danica shook her head, it was too late for such doubts now. Without any delay she grabbed Nieraan by his wrist and pulled him toward the office at the end of the hall. The doors weren't even closed.
”Something isn't right.” Danica whispered bretahily – sharing the nagging concern - when the metal door closed behind them. She leaned against them, trying to catch a breath. Danica brought Nieraan closer, trying to find comfort in his arms. The large office, filled with Pius Dea art, suffocated her. Bringing back all the awful memories. The paintings, four of them in total, where a testament to the age when humans waged war against other species. Claiming superiority: absolutum dominium each of them claimed.
Total power or sovereignty.
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Post by Rugs on Jan 14, 2014 15:39:27 GMT -5
As Danica drew close, trying to bury herself in his arms and against his firm chest, Nieraan turned to inspect the office they found themselves in. It was a marked change from the dark, dusty storage room they’d just left. Warm light globes hovered in two far corners, and the furniture on either side of the broad, heavy desk was plush and inviting.
Bookshelves sprawled across the walls behind and beside the desk, and they were a wonder, filled with actual books, rather than datapads or electronic records. The art was enough to make his head hurt. “Someone’s got too much money and time on their hands,” Nieraan muttered. He turned, feeling Danica’s hand brush across his stomach as he freed himself from her grip. He took quiet, careful steps toward the desk, eyes scanning the room for signs of danger.
His senses stretched beyond the quiet office’s confines, reaching far and wide like a net thrown to sea. Life, bright and vibrant, lay sprinkled through the rest of the club, but no one was here to be a threat. Even the corridor, or what he assumed was a corridor, that led to the rest of the club seemed empty. For now.
“It is strange,” he muttered, allowing a fingertip to trail along the desk as he circled to stand behind it. The wood was smooth and polished, unstained by a single speck of dust, for all Tatooine’s harshness.
“You’d think someone would be in here,” Nieraan said. He leaned against the high-backed chaira s he stood behind the desk. With a few idle gestures, he ruffled through some flimisiplasts scattered on the desks. They drifted as he directed, as though eased along by a gentle wind. “Pay reports, supply orders, a pipe repair request…” The Firrerreo shrugged and looked to Danica. “Doesn’t seem like anything important?” The question in his voice was subtle, but it was there; she was the one with the business sense here, as far as he was concerned.
“You heard anything from Tarry or Fez?” The comm built into the desk’s right corner suddenly blared, nearly making the Firrerreo jump. For a few moments, he stood still, hackles raised as he silently watched Danica.
“What, recently, y’mean?” This voice female. The comme crackled with static as she spoke. “No… not really. S’posed to be on duty at the back door, far as I know. Why?”
“Cause those two morons are supposed t’be helpin’ unload the shipment comin’ in in fifteen,” the first voice answered, sounding irritated. “Gorrammit, don’ worry about ‘em. I’ll go find ‘em myself. And if they’re frakkin’ sleepin’ again, I swear-“
“Could always just let the boss know,” the woman replied. Nieraan could almost see the smirk on her face from her words alone. “He’ll be comin’ back soon.”
“Yeah, I just might. Anyway, just checkin’. Out.”
The channel faded to silence again. Nieraan waited, silently counting to ten before he sighed and looked at Danica. “This place get shipments of anything important?” He asked, almost offhand. Suddenly he was moving again, continuing his inspection of the office at a much more urgent pace. “IF there’s anything you want to look for in here, better do it quick.”
He looked over his shoulder at Danica. “Only got a few moments before they find those guards, then things are gonna go to hell, and quick.”
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Post by Poludnica on Jan 25, 2014 9:51:47 GMT -5
Most of a time Danica didn't understand her father. His thinking process was horribly rational and yet outlandish in so many aspects. Unpredictable aggressive bouts, twisted view on things. Obsession with the past when their family had ruled undivided among ancient bloodlines. Cassius desperately wanted it all back: return Coruscant and the majority of the Core to humans. Danica was fairly sure he regretted being born in this era, which even showed in the old fashion way this office had been shaped. Even in here her father would force own culture, own views. The essence and true nature Cassius Liviana presented: mold surrounding world to selfish whim ,not the other way around. Silently she watched Nieraan going through some paper work, reading aloud meaningless details. ”My father would never live this without protection.” Danica frowned and walked toward the terminal, waking it to artificial life with a wave of her hand. Powder pink glow spread above, giving their features strange shin. The woman noted how easily Nieraan's skin gained metallic gleam.
The voice that came from the console startled Danica and she yelped frightfully before letting out a long sigh. Of course the office would have connection to the main comm channel. Soon they will discover what happened to the guards – the woman winced, not sure if because the immediate danger or recent memory. ”Knowing my father? Drugs and weapons disguised as fresh drinks.” The human snorted, tension and anxiety straining the words. Danica tried to compose herself but the fingertips visibly trembled when she touched the haptic keyboard. According to the given instruction the woman uploaded the virus - one that cost a small fortune. It did take a while but soon the girl had access to some of the accounts, few she would never suspected existed.
Something moved outside, a soft rustling noise behind the doors, at least Danica thought there was. Cassius was a smart man, he spread his assets to numerous accounts, too many for her to grab credits from. She had to be content with two, maybe three. Enough for a new start, certainly not to keep up level of life the woman was used to. Damnit. The process started, no more than few minutes to wire the money to her dummy account. Nervously, Danica watched Nieraan pacing back and forth, looking over the office.
”Ok, I got...” The doors opened and a tall man stepped in, garbed in a non descriptive blue robe. Even without twin sabers in his hands, Danica would guessed it. There was something in the way he walked, the confidence and stride of a predator. For those who saw through a veil of the Force the man shone in surprisingly fair hue. His strawberry blonde hair and features didn't mark him as belonging to any human ethnic group. Thick lilt in the man's voice did though: Corellian. ”Danica.” He started and something stirred in the depths of her memory, the same voice. ”I remember you running around your father's pool with two pig tails and a doll.” The Corellian didn't look at her but Nieraan. The way he disguised the Force spoke about power, certainly. Age showed years of training. His eyes weren't on the young woman that froze at the desk, absolutely terrified, but Nieraan. The Sith. ”What did you get yourself into, foolish girl.” The human sighed and then she remembered. Artion, Cassius' friend but back then in expensive suit and neatly brushed hair. ”Come, your father wants you back. I will stay to deal with the fallen one.” Artion spoke as if she was some kind of victim Nieraan kidnapped and now forced to steal money from own father. Knowing Cassius that could be the story this man knew.
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Post by Rugs on Feb 9, 2014 19:23:01 GMT -5
“Drugs and alcohol,” Nieraan cooed, voice thick with sarcasm. “What an exciting front Pops has running here, eh?”
Nieraan moved to gaze at a small square paiting on the wall while Danica did whatever it was she was doing. His hands itched for his lightsabers, knowing their quiet time in the office might be limited once an alarm went up, but he refrained. Someone had to keep a cool head to keep everything from falling to pieces, and like her or not, Danica wasn’t exactly a warrior used to the situation he’d probably thrust her into.
So, for probably the first time in his life, Nieraan studied a painting. It was an old piece, or he thought it might have been. The imagery was grand, with some tattered flag he didn’t recognize unfurling behind the triumphant-looking Human male that stood in the middle with one foot firmly planted on some fallen foe’s head. Rays of light, like a god’s own love, streamed through the holes and tears in the battered banner. Nieraan snorted.
“Someone was feelin’ themself a little bit too much when they made this piece’a crap,” he muttered.
The sound of footsteps beyond the door caught his attention, and he immediately turned to face the door, sabers in hand as it opened and a man strolled in.
Nieraan immediately recognized the threat. His lips curled slightly back into a sneer. The lightsabers were a dead giveaway, but he hadn’t felt the man coming. His vaunted powers of awareness and precognition let the man slip up to them, unnoticed until it was too late. Worse, he’d let his guard down to look at damn art because Danica was with him.
That’s gonna have to change, he chided. After I deal with this annoyance.
But how much time did he have to deal with the intruder? Had an alarm already been raised, or was this merely unhappy circumstance?
”Come, your father wants you back. I will stay to deal with the fallen one.”
Nieraan snorted again, lupine feature twisting to a derisive smile. “She’s a grown woman, last I checked,” he paused, and his smirk deepened. “And oh, I’ve checked. So you can tell daddy to shove it.
“Though…” the blades, gold then blue, burst to life in his hands as he put himself between the man and the desk. The Force gathered like a storm within him as he lifted his blades for combat. “I suppose dead men tell no tales, right?”
The Force suddenly exploded from Nieraan, without so much as a gesture or warning beyond the buildup within that he’d readied the assault. The flimsies on the table behind him went swirling into the air, drawn by the sudden drop in air pressure as the wave of power screamed out in front of him. Decorations and furniture splintered before him, and if the intruder didn’t defend himself, he’d find his little portion of the room abruptly very uncomfortable.
“I’m sure we’ll give him our condolences,” he said. The grin that split his face betrayed the malice that radiated from him.
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Poludnica
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Feb 13, 2014 11:31:23 GMT -5
Post by Poludnica on Feb 13, 2014 11:31:23 GMT -5
”You would be surprised.” Danica answered to Nieraan's sarcasm, a bit stung by the remark. It was her father after all – no matter how much she resented the idea, they shared half of genetic material. The woman pouted for a moment before a displeased frown marked her surgically crafted features. Of course the Firrerreo wouldn't appreciate them, especially humanocentric one. No matter the moral story behind it, the holo paintings were truly state of the art. The brushing was careful, light stunning, shading absolutely perfect. They looked pompous but it reflected the period in history well. Danica scoffed at her lover's ignorance. ”This piece could buy out the whole district on Metellos you were born in.” The woman explained, suddenly realizing something. ”We are taking it with us.” The girl decided. ”I can sell them off in Sith space for nice credit.” A cheeky smile graced her glossed lips. ”Maybe I can even give you one.” The banter was even relaxing until the light affiliated force user broke their moment, shattering it into pieces along with her peace.
There was a moment of choking silence before Danica could speak up but Nieraan was faster. With rude comment so fitting his overall bearing. Both humans winced, for different reasons. ”Do you think it's a good moment to brag about that!” She hissed, mixture of anger and anxiety. ”Artion, let us go.” Danica pleaded, knowing that her father didn't chose friends who weren't skilled nor powerful. ”Shut your filthy mouth fallen wretch.” The man demanded barely even looking at Nieraan. With an expression Danica witnessed so often: disgust, superiority.
”It's not your business.” She demanded but then airy sound of sabers coming to life stopped further protest. Artion woke up his own saber staff: blue, like his aura. ”It became my business when you decided to rob your own father blind along with that...” The human's lips twisted in a grimace. ”Alien scum.” The staff danced in his hands as the man took defensive stance. ”NO!” Danica protested, standing between the two males, closer to Nieraan. Artion snorted. ”To think you acted too good for my son.” The derisive remark stung. Johaw was one of many suitors her father had found: equally boring and stuck up as the rest of them. ”I hope he is happy in a marriage with a fat cow you forced him into.” Danica snapped. Regardless, she didn't want him to die, she wouldn't let Nieraan be hurt either.
Not much the girl could do as the force grew around Nieraan – a dark maelstrom. Breaking furniture and trinkets around. ”Save your threats for the low lives you grew up with, boy.” Artion warned, crystal clear whirlpool of raw power gathering around, ready to clash with anger wind coaxed by Nieraan. A delicate gesture on his part and Danica went flying toward one of the walls, clearing the path to the Firrerreo. She hit the metal surface hard enough to stars explode in her vision. Blurring it. Blood trickled from burst veins in the woman's nose, staining dusky material below.
”Lets see if you can bite as you can bark, pup.” The man raised the barrier that caught whatever splinters were to reach him before turning them against Nieraan in a crushing telekinetic wave.
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Rugs
The ring-dang-doo, now what is that?
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May 4, 2014 21:16:40 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on May 4, 2014 21:16:40 GMT -5
[Short post! Just trying to kick things into motion again cause I’ve been waaaaaaay too long getting to this. It’s also not very good but I’m getting back in the habit so shhhh >.>]
Nieraan smirked a little at the Human man’s answer to his not-so-subtle threat. “I’ll threaten whoever I like, buddy,” he said, voice taking on a threateningly too-friendly air. “Do somethin’ about it if you don’t like it.”
That was the unspoken rule of Metallos’ grimy underworld, after all. Anyone could say whatever they wanted—the streets provided some freedom, in that sense. But if you couldn’t back the talk up, well, life could be hard. If it didn’t simply end.
Nieraan, forged in the fires of Kamirille’s abuses and the streets’ demands, was quite adept at back his threats up. The Force surged in him, around him, seeming a thing alive as he barely kept his desire to madly lash out at the intruder in check.
A sudden, subtle gesture of the man’s hand changed thing, though. Nieraan felt the stroke coming, but too late to avert its end as Danica was lifted from the air between them and thrown headlong into a wall. A fist of worry tightened in Nieraan’s stomach, unbidden, before he forced it to unwind and turned a steely focus to the man.
“That was a mistake, friend,” he said quietly. The Force erupted from his foe, sending a wave of splinters and other bits of broken furniture hurtling back at Nieraan.
The Firrerreo, in turn, raised a hand then swept it wide to the side of the room opposite Danica. The debris crashed suddenly aside, falling to the floor as it pelted the unyielding metal.
Nieraan’s other hand shot up, fingers splaying around his saber’s hilt and sent a torrent of blue-purple lighting searing across the room at the man before he lunged, blades thirsting for flesh.
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