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 Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 10:36 pm
((you two are really going at it, arent you? xd ))
A Sith assassin was roaming the halls, moving with characteristic stealth and silence.
An Intruder was in the academy. The word had been passed switfly and silently down the ranks from Assistant Master Sasuke to the rest of the complete trained squads. The students didnt need to hear of this. This wasnt their concern. And to raise the alarm would be admiting they could not handle one intruder. It was an embaressment the rest of the Empire would be quick to capitalize on, and the prestige of the Nar Shaddaa academy would be tarnished.
This intruder had to be dealt with, and it needed to be done before Lord Cage found out. Even if it cost another two assassin squads.
Pausing at a junction in the corridors, the assassin activated his comlink to call in to his squad mates.
"Squad C3, do you read? This is Manzo. Do you copy?"
No answer. Either they were stalking him and could not afford to vocalize a reply, or they had been defeated, a much less likely scenario.
Before he could delve much deeper on it, Manzo noticed a magazine lying in the open mouth of a branching corridor. It looked like someone had dropped it.
Gripping his vibroblade, Manzo stalked silently to the magazine, his eyes and scanners alert for any signs of trouble.
He came upon the abandoned magazine and picked it up, curious.
"Sithmate? The Adult Magazine for Darksiders?" He muttered, reading the magazine's title.
Intrigued, he opened it to the centerfold which showcased the Sithmate of the month, a curvy dark side vixin by the name of Darth Siren.
He heard a silent click of boots on metal behind him and Manzo spun just in time to suffer a rapid jab to his neck by a man clad in Sith Assassin apparel who must have been hiding up on the ceiling. Manzo choaked and gasped, trying to force air down his damaged larynx. The asailent jabed at the man's shoulder, then grappled the man and threw him to the floor, hard. The Punch thrown at his shoulder had paralyzed his sword arm, a precision attack. Now the man was on his back, Manzo's good arm cranked painfully to touch his spine and his mask ripped away. A Knife, primitive, unpowered, and brutally sharp, hovered at eye level before him.
"Talk. Where's the Academy's headmaster?" The Assailent commanded.
"Kriff you." Manzo spat, trying to remember his anti interrogation training.
There was a sharp icy cold pain that lanced through his spine and the Sith realized the man had drivin something into his back.
"Amazing how much damage someone can do to his fellow man with a degree in medical acupuncture." The man stated in that emotionless tone of his. "Your friends -Squad C3 was it?- found that out the hard way. The Short one's lost all control of his bladder."
Manzo's eyes widdened. "What did you do with them?!"
"They're a close knit bunch. Share everything together. Even that locker I hid the bodies in. Now talk."
He had no emotion, no passion. It was like trying to get a reading off a sheet of Ando Prime Ice. His voice was maddening in its deep, gritty calm.
"Answer me. Where is your headmaster?"
There was another sharp jab and the world around him went dark. He couldnt see. The freak had made him blind.
"He's in the East wing! Corridor B, room AA23!!" Manzo almost screamed, hitting the breaking point like a speeder crashing into a wall.
"Good man."
There was a sudden crack and Manzo felt nothing at all.
Having bound the man's hands and feet with zip ties and gaged him with a rag, Pash dragged the unconcious Sith to join the rest of his squad in the storage locker. Now he had a destination, a target. He regretted what he did to the man, but it wasnt signifigant or lasting damage. He could have killed the man, but that just would have told the Sith where he was.
Having crammed the last member of C3 squad into the locker, he chuckled briefly.
"Its always that one magazine that gets 'em. Cant say I blame 'em, though. Now then...east wing, corridor B, room AA23."
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 1:06 am
Dorog Xrandla, the Dark Lord of the Jedi as a certain Corellian amusingly called him, was standing in his own personal training hall, a sturdy, bunkerlike affair with a collection of rather lethal looking weapons lining the walls. Towards the front of the room there sat a spear and a sword resting upon their own private rack, both weapons undecorated but masterfully crafted and possessing a practical beauty. Behind them was a suit of Armor, the very suit Xrandla had worn before.
Standing in the middle of a polished floor was the Ubese himself; His cold, yellow eyed gaze bearing upon the girl even as she entered. He was clad in jedi robes with grey tones to them, and a lightsaber hilt was clutched in each hand with another haning from his belt.
It was as though he was waiting for Aurora.
As though he had not heard her decleration, he pointed a deactivated saber at her.
"You will take your shoes off when you are in my hall." He demanded of her. "I do not tolerate disrespect."
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 2:05 am
(( Well Siren is a bit of a nympho. Hey, if you're gonna abuse the Dark Side, you might as well enjoy it. Siren does, very much. lol ))
Before, Calliga was curious and perhaps a bit shy towards the experience. Now, he was confident, and dominant. Siren matched his motions, and her mind seemed to be open to him, her thoughts solely on the pleasure. He was having his way with her, and she offered no hint of resistance whatsoever. Quite the opposite, she seemed to be begging for it. She let out a few moans of ecstacy, clear signs she was overwhelmed by him. As it went on, her moans turned into screams of frenzied delight brought on by the passion of the moment. Calliga was now the master.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 8:24 am
Dominating Siren and eliciting increasingly powerful cries and moans, Calliga pushed her onwards even further, working with her to the point of making the mattress creak. Guiding her to shift positions several times, the mirialian sith raised both siren and himself past the level previously achieved, releasing all his passion and desires into her.
They remained entwined for some time, Calliga not only wringing out all the pleasure possible, but attempting to provide large amounts of it back to his "mistress" as well. Finally, he came at her with a assualt that pushed them towards release, and then on into the climax....
((likewise; these are sith. You tell me: with the creed "passion=strength", and them both being healthy young adults, well....this is gonna happen. Its kinda tough, though, so warn me if I'm getting to detailed.))
whee
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 9:22 am
((I'd just recomend mastering euphemisisms like those Harlequin Romance authors do. Post enroute))
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 1:07 pm
((Sorry for makin ya wait Cale.))
The trek to the Sith Academy had to be taken on foot, for no cabbies would take Koren this way and procuring his own speeder would be troublesome. Not to mention the immense possibility that he would be spotted and labeled a threat. His biggest problem here was manpower. Although he was Mandalorian, his specialty was not mass combat. Right now, he needed stealth.
When I get back, I'll have to pick up a personal stealth generator. But I'll think about that later.
Koren had with him, two bags. One was filled with a special low-detonation, high output showy kind of bomb that was actually the bomb he would be using to commit his "terrorism" and the second bombs was a high-yield bomb that would clear out a room of enemies, but would not have a big enough radius to do any structual damage. That was his back up in case he was outnumbered too much. He could probably take on up to four at a time with a 67% success rate. Any more than four and his chances plummeted to a mere 36%. But this bomb brought a fight of up to eight people with an astounding 88% chance of success. God, Koren loved numbers.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 5:29 am
Siren seemed to be unable to think at all other than on the task at hand. Her focus was entirely on what Calliga was doing, giving out cries of passion throughout it all. He had her at his mercy, and she had no choice but to accept every assault on her that he attempted. Soon, she was lost in a state of euphoria brought on by the passion of the moment.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 8:38 am
The encounter crescendo'ed in a final rush of frenzied motion and overflowing passion, and some cries that were most likely heard outside in the hallway.....
This moment shared between them, the wild flame of passion cooled and let reason return, and they laid still.
Looking down at Siren, Calliga levered himself up slightly from her.
".....huh, haa... Siren....Y-you last said.... To use more... "instinct"... Judging by how that felt-was, was this better...?"
Calliga questioned, hoping she wouldn't bear any ill will towards him for the sudden and rather furious assualt; but seeing her laying there like that....
And that time had been even more pleasurable than the first.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 9:06 am
" You learned well... " Siren said, out of breath. " This time was far more... passionate than the last... wasn't it? Doesn't it feel better... this time around? It was better for... me, anyways. "
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 9:21 am
"Yes....." Calliga agreed, equally winded from the session. Shifting back to his more shy bedroom manners, the Youthful sith blinked, shifting off Siren and admiring the beautifully alluring form of his "teacher"; separating from her.
Again, surges of the shattering pleasure from moments before still bounced around inside like loose blaster bolts. calliga brushed his hand briefly agianst his partner's body, calming down from the state of blind agression.
"Ah....I'm glad you're so pleased. I just....saw you there....and everything kind of rushed, and you did say to use more "Intincts", and my instincts said to to go to you...."
calliga half appologized, not to sure what to say. Then his bolder side flared up agian.
"You're....really attractive-I just can't see to resist you like that."
He motioned to her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 12:42 pm
She blinked once or twice as his demand had caught her off guard before she leaned up against the closed blast doors behind her and quickly pulled off her boots. Looking to her left and right she found a place to set her boots down and out of the way. She could feel the cold blue stone floor beneath her socked feet, hard and unyielding, much like the rooms master.
“My apologies Lord Xrandla, I meant no disrespect.” She bowed to him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 6:25 pm
After taking a few moments to rest and recover from their moments of passion, Siren got up and started to get dressed. " As much fun as it would be to do that again, we should get down to business for the moment. Now then, we can take a look at that artifact you have and see if we can find out something from it. " she said.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 7:51 pm
"....y,yeah...besides, I'm not sure I can repeat that just yet.." calliga commented with a suggestive smile, sitting up on the bed and watching Siren as she got dressed.
"....Oh, yeah. The "object"..."
Calliga munipulated the force, testing his powers again-and as expected, they'd improved a fraction, likely due to the hotter flames of passion he'd generated. Summoned to him, his bandage garb hovered up and wrapped around him, and with the aid of his hands, it was tugged tight into his bare frame much quicker than usual.
Calliga snatched a small black object from the air, as it had been tossed up from within the folds of cloth when he put his "clothes" back on.
Tossing it idly, as he had a habit of, Calliga played with the small, dice-size black pyramid in his hands, then held it out.
"This, Mistress Siren, is a object of considerable power, perhaps unrivaled."
Calliga grinned, feeling the standard sith reaction of partial-mania in the presence of great power ripe for the taking.
"IT's only a part, but even as it is, It's got a promise I suspect neither of us will be able to resist....The Holocron of Tulak Hord!!"
At the mention of that name, the object's red core glinted,as if hearing it's creator's title drew it's attention. Calliga held it at arms length, changing from matter of pleasure to serious ones.
"This reminds me: I cracked that fool you sent me to like a egg. It's amazing...I projected a simple, bare girl into his head, and he went blind with pleasure. And then I smashed his resistance flat with a few images of pain, and some rapid back-and-forth attacks. it was...Fun..."
Calliga explained, licking his lips like there was sweet syrup on them; memory of that terror and panic session was almost as good as Enjoying Siren-almost.
"Anyway...This device is what that Hollow-headed Zabrak, Darth Phayir, foolishly tried to dupe me into getting for him. I killed him first... Except, I lack the force power to activate it, so I came here....and you know the rest."
Calliga looked at it.
"It's, as I said, a peice. I think there's more, but I have no idea where. This one was down a pit on Korriban. Y'know...With all that...passion...I think it may open now. Shall we try it? I'm not too well versed with Holocrons...But I imagine you know something of them, right?"
Calliga held it out. Previously, he had once entertained the idea of removing siren once he'd learned what he needed-he now saw that as utterly foolish. As long as he did...That...with Siren, he had not only a teacher, but a wellspring to enhancing his own force powers.
"And, Perhaps after it's cracked and we've drank in the knowledge, we could celebrate...." Calliga commented suggestively, glancing at the bed. The second encounter with Siren had firmly planted lust in him, his more leacherous aspects had become much more dommiant since discovering Siren's unique form of "practice". It was...intoxicating.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 7:01 pm
" Well, I suppose I might be able to help you out there. " Siren said, placing a hand over the object and started to pour some of her Force power into it, hoping that would be enough to activate the holocron. " I can't say for sure this will work, but we'll see. " For the next few moments, she continued to pour some of her energy into it, waiting to see if it reacted at all.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 7:47 pm
The holocron fragment pulsed violent crimson. Calliga tensed, his body suddenly frozen as the object he was holding viberated, reacting powerfully to the input of energy.
Before the pair's startled eyes, A blast of light issued forth from the device, and a spectral figure in a flowing, liquid black cloak of rags erupted forth, hovering over the device. A set of burning red points of light flared into existance in a dark void inside the hood, and the phantom looked up with a hissing breath.
"no....Not the one. A Saber-bearer must touch me....Begone...!
It echoed in a etheral voice that seemed to boom into their heads, rather than their ears. Pointing a accusing and bony finger at siren, it beckoned with a lazy arrogance. Then it turned to Calliga.
"You...who consume fear....consume more passion. I am not yours to reach...yet." The specter decreed, waving it's outstretched finger in front of it's "face", in a "nuaghty, naughty" gesture.
"I have spoken...That is my.... law."
It warned, before dissolving back into the tiny recepticle with a crackle. It's presence had darkened the room, and with it gone, the lights seemed to return to proper functionality...which was dim anyway. a smokey smell hove on the air for a moment. Calliga looked at the device, annoyed..
"What...? You ignorant object! what's the matter with you!....Slagit..."
gripping it tight and studying it closely with a barely contained fury.
"......"
Calming, Calliga considered the instructions.
"It seems it only wants me. Siren...you used the Force to activate it, right? I think I know what it meant....."
Calliga's eyes wandered back to the bed for a moment, the covers still disturbed.
".....I'll have to gather more..."Passion"...it's not enough, yet."
Calliga pocketed the holocron, or rather returned it to it's hidden spot up his sleeve. Looking at Siren , he jerked his head towards the door.
"....Say, About that Twi'lek out by the door.... what do you know about her? "
Calliga inquired with a tone of voice that conveyed his intent for asking, slight smirk on his lips.
However, before any further "training" could take place, he'd have to rest, his body was now quite worn out from the hot tub, breaking the prisoner, and then the outburst just before....and Siren likely knew this already, no doubt-she was obviously his senior in knowledge and skill regarding things done behind closed doors.
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