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No she doesn't have to be in your party cause I never took her anywhere after Taris. Her brother simply says he'll find your ship and talk with her and whatnot. Nevertheless you should have looked around for her brother the first time you were at the Sand People Enclave. Games are funny like that sometimes and returning to an area after the main quest has been completed a certain way often results in side quests becoming unavailable for completion.

Oh, that word makes it sound so dirty and wrong. I prefer... talented entertainer.

But no. I'm not.

And the world is better because of it. lol

Badass is what I was going for. He is the king of the vampires after all. And as for the surprises... well, we've got a long way to go. Let's just see where things take us shall we? ^_^

Be back to post soon.
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It better or all those Star Wars people will have a flipping fan riot on their hands. And you know how the really geeky fans can get... *shudders*

Forbidden videos? lol Do I even need to comment...?

Y'all are crazy. lol

It is rather creative. ^_^ You could also use DOPE I suppose... though I guess a lot of people would think of drugs before thinking of it as meaning a stupid person.

Uh, fair warning... Slade gets a little... I guess you could say out of hand here. But again he's just trying to get under Mat's skin though the poor Jedi thinks the vampire's intentions lie in far darker places...
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Slade chuckles, the vampire's fangs displayed handsomely in a charming smile, the gold shine in his eyes barely suppressed beneath shimmering, blue pools. "Ya make it too easy for me, csitri Jetti," the blonde replies in amusement, a husky tone clinging to his words as if they were laden down with lust. He crouches down so his eyes are even with Mat's, and cocks his head to the side, the action reminding the Jedi of an attentive puppy. "I mean look at ya... such a cute and vulnerable 'lil oleni," the vampire purrs.

Slade's fingers suddenly brush along the hot skin at the nap of Mat's neck, the blonde smiling darkly when the Jedi gasps softly in response as those slender fingers tangle themselves in a fist full of ruffled brown hair. The vampire uses his grip to pull the boy closer to him, their noses almost touching, cruel blue eyes starring deep into the Jedi's soul.

"Kuly csitri oleni'ka..." he teases in his own tongue, forcing the meaning of his words into Mat's mind so the boy understands, "al'ikera le'te... no muoni han buralit'a. Ji, avio te'er pita isanta hisz'oe kinn'ka," he warns, his eyes no longer hiding his hunger. "Elid'e csitri en szelekod pel ma'no att nyelv'ka gon molo kuna'uc le'det sas, incentii verite. Ai'avio en kutnisz no'fele nyal'ka felet'ai rate rauho'det."

Despite the frantic urge to pull away, Mat still can't seem to find the strength nor will to do so. Like a bird trapped in a cage. He did not like where this was going. Instead of doing what was expected of the obviously promiscuous vampire, however, Slade abruptly releases the Jedi, standing to his feet as he casually brushes away particles of sand and dirt clinging to his clothes. He sighs, annoyed. "But it seems I'm needed elsewhere. Sorry to disappoint you, csitri Jetti, but I suppose there is a time for everythin'..."

He glances back down at Mat, brilliant gold completely consuming his eyes. "Oh but don't worry... eventually I'll teach ya just what happens to 'lil oleni who try and play with the Big Bad Wolf," he adds deviously with a wicked smile.

And with that the vampire suddenly vanishes, leaving Mat and his soldiers to find their own way back through the desert, still weakened by the bit of power lingering in the air.

o.O.o

Safira lifts her head, silver-white eyes shining out from beneath the hood of her robes. George immediately senses the change in presence around the so-called Jedi, the submissive and vulnerable woman gone, a facade to hide the hardened warrior beneath. A Sur'haai. One born into an ancient lineage of Force sensitive oracles believed to be able to speak to Kad Ha'rangir himself and thus blind from birth, that they may not look upon him with filthy, mortal eyes.

"Would you have helped me if you'd known? Helped my people?" she bites in response to George's sharp words, obviously not the least bit intimidated by the Master Jedi. "You Jetii harbor no love for us Mando'ade. You came here of your own accord, for personal gain, and would not have lent your aid to 'savages'. I attacked your party for no other reason than to drive you from here, thinking you nothing but chakaar. But him..."

She pauses, choosing her words carefully. A smart and tactful Mandalorian if ever there was one. "I didn't expect to clash blades with a shade. Their involvement was most unexpected though not entirely unwelcome. Our lore warns us of such creatures... but you must fight fire with fire to win a war no? If they help me defeat the Orik'baar... I'll help you find your key..."

"EH?!" the Mandalorian holding Leina hostage wonders in disbelief as he glances in Safira's direction, careful to keep his sights trained on Riordan's head though the noble seems to not care either way. "You got some shabla nehutyc, dala! None of this would have happened if it weren't for you!"

"I'm well aware of that, Kal, and I'm trying to help fix it so just ne'johaa, haar'chak," Safira growls, becoming increasing irritated.

A brisk gust of wind draws George's attention back to the Mandalorian soldier, an all-too-familiar phantom materializing behind him in the blink of an eye. Slender fingers dance up Leina's neck, snaking their way between her captor's blade and her vulnerable throat. The old vampire's free hand immediately slides along the length of the Mandalorian's right arm until it cautiously molds over the warrior's hand, tightly clutching the trigger grip of his rifle.

Slade huffs with amusement, the sound barely audible as the blonde smiles slightly, lips lightly pressed against the flesh just behind the Mandalorian's left ear, golden eyes betraying the vampire's rising desires. "Such a bad Mando'ika," he murmurs softly. "You're not playin' fair..."

...Ilum, Valley of Glass; before the entrance to the Crystal Temple...

Dark blood forms rivets in the frozen ground, each a tiny crimson stream, the snow melting away in their wake as if fleeing the burning taint. Blue fires blaze across the icy wasteland, eternal flames which fuel the heart of an age-old creature. Bones grind and clank together like armor, the ground trembling noticeably as Sigur, risen from his ancient slumber, roars and stretches forth his wings, daring his challengers to face him once more.

An arm reaches out, bloody fingers digging into the snow as if that might help him find the strength to stand. Sabien groans in agony, yellowish green eyes dimming behind stands of blue hair matted down with his own blood as well as another's. Was... was this it? Force vampires were no weaklings. There had been attempts to rid the universe of their kind time and time again so that now only the strongest remained. But even they had their limits.

And to face a Summoned... it was said only Mortis himself had ever defeated one. They were the true keepers of the valsai'ium keys, brought forth only when the Guardians themselves breathed their last or could not bring down those besieging a key's sacred sanctuary. Was this where it was going to end then? It seemed fitting he die here for his King... that his death be brought about by as worthy an opponent as a Summoned. But pain... it was something he had never known until now.

Sabien coughs, blood and other substances leaking past the hand he presses tightly against the large gash in his stomach, hoping to hold his intestines inside him for the most part. Blood seeps from the corner of his mouth, sizzling as it lands in the snow beneath his cheek. His body is weak... cold. The Guardian's magic had to be responsible. Somehow she'd done something, his body still refusing to regenerate and heal an injury even a newborn could survive. He's slowly dying a human death.

How ironic.

...Naitsu Inner Sanctum, Throne Room; unknown location...

"Life is nothing but an illusion as you see it, a name you give to the passage of time in which you so shortly exist. Such worthless cretins. Your kind has done nothing with what has been allotted them. Changed nothing. Throughout time everything about you has remained constant, stagnant... predictable. And so you imagine you have accomplished something of worth and by imagining it you make it so. It is the ultimate self-deception..."

"You try to change fate. You try to kill me. And in your ignorance, you forget all has been attempted before - by the Elders, or the Followers of Ashla, or by their predecessors.  I was here before any of your pathetic species' were a mote in the eye of the universe. Your presence, your actions and their consequences, are ultimately irrelevant. When you are dead, your kind long since turned to dust, the universe will still remain, a timeless, unmoving and unforgiving monument to all your sins."

Mortis smiles. "And I will still be here."

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[Changed Mortis's speech... just a bit... ]

Done! Took a bit longer than I hoped but I wanted to give Mortis something really awesome to say since I've been neglecting him and it took me a while to get an idea for his speech but I like how it came out. Just hope it makes sense. ^_^ Ah, and Sabien is dying. I wonder how Daisuke will take this... wherever he is...

Personality change for Safira! Like a complete U-turn. Well... I mean... she is a Mandalorian and not trying to hide that fact. And what Mandalorian is all weak and vulnerable like she was? None. Exactly.

Vampire Vocabulary:

oleni: lamb
     *A while back Mortis referred to humans as sheep. Slade is referring to Mat as csitri thus a darling little sheep i.e. lamb.

Kuly csitri oleni'ka... al'ikera le'te... no muoni han buralit'a. Ji, avio te'er pita isanta hisz'oe kinn'ka. Elid'e csitri en szelekod pel ma'no att nyelv'ka gon molo kuna'uc le'det sas, incentii verite. Ai'avio en kutnisz no'fele nyal'ka felet'ai rate rauho'det: My naive, little lamb... so daring of you... to dance with the wolf. Oh, how you put far too much faith in my control. There is little I wouldn't do just to have my tongue claim every last inch of your smooth, innocent flesh. And how I hunger to sink my fangs deep and savor your taste.

Mando'a Vocabulary:

Sur'haai: figurative - the eyes of the people.

Kad Ha'rangir: rough translation - The Sword of Hell. The destroyer god of the Mandalorian religion, who forces change and growth upon the universe.

Jetii: Jedi

Mando'ade: Mandalorians - sons and/or daughters of Mandalore

chakaar: scavengers; literally - "corpse robbers"

nehutyc: guts, balls

dala: woman; can be meant as an insult such as "b**ch"

ne'johaa: shut up

haar'chak: damn it

Mando'ika: little Mandalorian
     *ika in Mando'a means "little". Most often added at the end of a name to serve as a nickname for a child such as Ordo'ika - Little Ordo.

lmao You guys are so entertaining sometimes.