681 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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lol And yet they always tell us to never bring a sword to a gun fight. We were lied to. tongue

Finally a little Force vampire piece cause I've kinda been neglecting them. So sad.... Also for the formation of the group walking I kinda have it with Kain and Riordan in front followed by Mat and Leina (seeing as George is currently talking to Safira) and then George and Safira with some soldiers mixed in between and others forming a sort of perimeter. That's just how I pictured the scenario so hope that works for you. smile
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Riordan snaps his wrist towards the ground and Shouten Yaiba shatters, some of the soldiers silently gaping in awe at such a spectacle as the tiny pieces of the pitch black blade seem to collect inside the now hollow grip which the man places back inside his robes as he falls into pace beside his brother. Safira walks alongside George, the ragged remains of her Jedi robes blowing in the hot, desert wind.

"They're very difficult to get a hold of," Safira states. "You've got to understand that the San Dwellers have roamed these sands for decades, perhaps even centuries. The only way you survive in a harsh place is to learn from your predecessors' mistakes. The San Dwellers are very resilient and will be impossible to track... we'd have to draw their attention..."

A flash of white abruptly diverts George's attention to where Slade now moves beside Leina. The blonde vampire snakes his arm around the woman's waist, pulling her to him so he can whisper in her ear while they continue walking. Slade smiles innocently as he presses his lips almost against Leina's ear, his height giving him the obvious advantage over the woman should she struggle to get away. Not that she would. He could smell her fear, the fear she so desperately tried to hide, and she wouldn't dare test the leash with which the vampire held his inner beast in check.

Slade's cold breath shocks Leina, the icy air traveling past those dangerous lips biting at her ear and flesh, traveling down the back of her neck as goosebumps instinctively spread across her skin. "What's there to compare, eh, csecsema?" the blonde murmurs, his voice low so no one but Leina catches his words. He smirks charmingly when Leina seems surprised he had noticed her looking at George and himself. "I'm far more of a man than that Jedi will ever be," he adds darkly, his voice pure sin and seduction.

The vampire suddenly reaches up with his free hand, licking his thumb lightly before using it to wipe a small speckle of blood away from the insignificant cut on Leina's cheek the woman hadn't even taken noticed of. Leina's skin chills at the faint contact with the vampire's salvia, her skin tingling as Slade pulls his hand away and licks the tiny drop of blood from his thumb. Chilling blue eyes flash with warmth, burning with gold flames for an instant before the light fades and those eyes once more cool, hunger lurking in their depths.

"Delicious," Slade purrs as Leina reaches up to wipe away his touch only to find the cut healed. The vampire smiles, white fangs flashing. "How I could feast on that rose petal skin with such a forbidden taste."

Sensing her rising urge to flat out murder him, Slade gives a victory chuckle, removing his arm from her waist as he vanishes into thin air. The blonde vampire reappears a good few yards behind the last soldier, sure to keep his distance from the group. A lone wolf if ever there was.

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

Snow floats to the ground like soft rain, each snowflake a unique star which continue to cover the mountains in a blanket of sheer white. The rocky slopes of Ilum’s northern mountain range lay deadly silent, the harsh chilling winds of the winter wasteland calm as if the entire planet was listening for the faintest sound, waiting even...

Vibrant color splashes against the pure landscape, tainted blood spewing across the snow, boiling through it and poisoning the ground as it sinks into the frozen soil. The shadows that play across the ground in the moonlight quickly shift, a small pool of sizzling snow beginning to collect at the feet of a dark figure which skids to a stop. Armor clanks together faintly as the massive wolf rises to its feet, glancing at the impression in the snow where its prey had been moments ago.

It growls, dark blood dripping from its open mouth as its eyes catch movement and it turns hastily to face the redhead. Daisuke showcases his fangs in a feral grin, having successfully landed a blow, the wolf’s bright red blood dripping from his hands. Silky, ebony fur flows like grass in some wind as underneath the wolf’s bulky coat muscles ripple, throwing off the burn of the vampire’s own acid blood against his skin.

Daisuke licks his lips as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, licking the sweet crimson away. As he does so the gash in his shoulder -where the wolf had managed to land its first blow by surprise -begins to heal, flesh stretching over the wound to close it.

"Jela peje sieladet ai veridet peje, tappa!" the wolf snarls, large fangs still dripping with Daisuke’s blood.

Daisuke chuckles, the sound violent and vicious. "Is that it? All bark an' no bite?" he goads. "Let's have us a real fight... otherwise it ain’t any fun. I wanna break every f***in' bone in your body and make ya suffer. Then... I wanna rip ya limb from limb an' feast on that bur soul of yours," he adds with a sadistic grin. "So if I were you... I'd be tryin' my damn best to keep that from happenin'. Not that ya stand much of a chance but I like my food to have a little bite to it," he finishes, running his tongue over glistening white fangs.

The wolf rushes forward towards the redhead, pupils dilating as the taste of tainted blood in its mouth feeds its roaring rage and its urge for a kill.  It then lunges, closing the final gap between it and Daisuke as its jaw reaches out to lock down around the vampire's vulnerable throat...

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Slade only acts this way towards Leina right here to annoy her because he knows she doesn't like him... he's not really doing it to go against George or anything. But Leina and George don't know he's playing [cause what would be the point of him playing with her if they knew he was only playing?] so how about some jealously around here eh and make things even more heated? tongue jk Whatever you want to do. wink And he has a reason(s) he acts like he does. We'll get to that eventually so don't worry. ^_^

As for Daisuke and his fight... no, the wolf is not a Force werewolf or anything even though it can talk and wears armor. lol I'll explain it [and have a pic] in my next Force vampire post. Has something to do with one of the valsai'ium keys and its "Guardian". smile

Vampire Vocabulary:

csecsema: (informal compliment) a woman who has yet to be claimed

Jela peje sieladet ai veridet peje, tappa: May the sun scorch your soul and your blood burn, demon!
     jela: sunlight; day; sun; light
     peje: to burn
     sieladet: soul, (-det suffix) your
     ai: and
     veridet: blood, (-det suffix) your
     tappa: (insult) demon; literally - "thief of life"

bur: (insult) mongrel; stray; worthless

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682 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Forgot to add in the last post:
     Saa Alet: sky-owner; star-reacher - informal name for a god

Also the reason why George is just now having these flashbacks involving Slade is because of that nice little contact he had with some of the vampire's power. The whole ordeal seems to have stirred up some repressed memories. After all, not everyday people remember stuff from when they were infants.

Be back to post tomorrow. ^_^
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683 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Slade calls the woman "mi'lady" not "my love" or something endearing. This means he was addressing her as if she were his noble or higher -not a lover -meaning Slade was a hired hand.

Seeing as the woman was attached to Slade to some extent and Slade to her -as well as her child (George) -means he was more than likely a very close personal guard, one which had been around for quite some time [why he seems to care for this woman and more so her child will be elaborated on later]. What that has to do with everything... well... we'll find out won't we? wink

Oh and George having these memory flashbacks doesn't really have to deal with anything other than revealing parts of Slade's past which will help lead up to the rest of Slade's past being uncovered... eventually.

Now George will only have flashbacks of significance and where he was present at the time [which will be few considering George was still a baby when Slade was left behind]. Each flashback will usually only be brought about by a bit of deja vu [such as Slade saying something or moving/standing a certain way].

But hey, ya kinda know why he decided to heal George now don't ya? smile
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Slade throws Mat a scolding glance. "A wise general never sends his best soldiers 'gainst an enemy who's strength he doesn't know," he begins, dropping his cigarette and snuffing out the flames beneath his boot like it was a detestable bug. He blows the last bit of smoke from his nostrils. "With this attack we can tell whoever's behind this knows damn well what they're doin'. It only gets harder from here and bein' cocksure will get ya killed faster than a blaster bolt between the eyes," he adds smoothly.

The vampire turns his head towards George, shoving his hands into his pockets as black smoke and eerie whispers slowly fade. "Like I said... we're gonna want to be searchin' for a tomb. The Taung died out ages ago and if they'd been hidin' a key they would have had it buried with the last of their kind," he concludes, "in a massive, hard-as-f**k to get into tomb."

Above them the dark clouds which foresaw the arrival of the Orik'baar begins to swirl and clash more violently, silent purple lightning shooting across the sky in wild streaks. Though Safira can't see it, it's obvious she senses the raging storm... as well as other things. The fighting had distracted the Jedi from his paranoia and his shielding had weakened. But Safira doesn't prod... it wasn't her place...

Instead Safira simply nods gently, agreeing with Slade though she appears reluctant to do so. "We need to find the San Dwellers," she begins. "One of their parties stumbled across a cavern beneath the sands. Shortly afterwards the Orik'baar began their attacks. I... I think the San Dwellers might have discovered this tomb you may be looking for and the Orik'baar resided as its guardians... it would make sense."

Slade chuckles, the sound shocking just about everyone. He grins charmingly, white teeth flashing. "My, my. Thank Saa Aket she isn't as dumb as the rest of 'em."

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684 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Ooh... it's getting good again. I think you'll like what I have planned. Again flashbacks have the * at beginning and end. ^_^
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The Orik'baar facing George suddenly stops and, as it falls to the ground in a crumbling heap of rages, its head slides from its shoulders and rolls to a stop somewhere nearby. George's eyes meet Slade's intimidating form, black smoke dancing dangerously around clenched fist. The blonde turns his head towards the fighting were gold clashes with black again and again and for a moment George catches a glimpse of something distant in those sky blue pools.

George's heart stops in his chest and his eyes widen slightly as his mind is suddenly thrown back into a whirling chaos of memories long dead.

* A man stands in the dark, driving rain, partially illuminated by the lights of the ship, blonde hair soaked and tense muscles rippling in the cold beneath his drenched robes as he lets out a shuddery breath. His head is turned, soft blue eyes remorseful and distant as if he were searching for something he'd left behind... someone he'd left behind.

The soft sound of footsteps brings the man's attention to the ship, eyes traveling up the ramp to find the beautiful woman standing there, a baby wrapped safely in her arms. "Rule?" she wonders, looking down at him, her voice like velvet, gentle and smooth. A mother's voice.

The man drops his gaze, feeling unworthy to look upon her. "Forgive me... mi'lady..."

"Rule," she urges, taking a step down the ramp. The man holds up a hand to stop her.

"Please," he pleads huskily, still not meeting her eyes. "Leave me... I... I don't deserve such kindness from you after what I've done."

The woman appears genuinely clueless. "You've done nothing wrong..."

The man simply shakes his head but the woman becomes visibly upset, the baby beginning to slightly squirm in her arms as it senses its mother's distress. "I refuse to just leave you here to face those monsters alone, no matter how fervently you claim to be one of them. You didn't heed his call. That proves you're not like them, Rule..." she adds compassionately.

The man sighs, shoulders slumping as if he were accepting a burden. "But I am, mi'lady. I'm no more human than they... simply a wolf in sheep's clothing... a monster waiting to devour your children in the dark," he growls, cursing himself. "I'm not worth anyone's pity and compassion. I won't have it," he bites.

If the woman is upset by this, it doesn't show. She takes another step down the ramp, her eyes pleading. "I've seen what those creatures are capable of. You're not like that. I know it. Please, Rule... come with us..."

"Leave me!" the man orders harshly, cruel eyes jumping to meet the woman's gaze, shocking her into taking a step back. He seems satisfied with the results though he looks away again, ashamed, when the baby begins to cry. "Already my belly aches for more than food can give it... I would rather anything than I break that promise I made so long ago..." he whispers.

The woman holds her baby closer, attempting to soothe it. How often he spoke of that promise... of the one who inadvertently cursed his soul to this eternal damnation. Yet still he loved her, still he strived to keep that promise... to remain as human as possible... for her. He may be monster in his own eyes but a monster has no concepts of love and promises.

The woman finally takes one last look at the man before stepping back into the ship. As the ship's ramp begins to close Slade's eyes caringly find the bundle in the woman's arms, the baby boy snuggling against his mother.

One day... you and I will meet again... *

George is abruptly jolted back to reality as Slade flash steps to a nearby Orik'baar, his fist traveling completely through the creature's chest before the vampire quickly moves onto the next kill. The Jedi is in complete shock, almost unable to move, his limbs numb. That-that vision... that... memory... it-it couldn't be...

An Orik'baar comes up behind George, raising its sword in triumph as it prepares to cut the Jedi down. The creature, however, emits a ghostly screech as a black blade runs through it from behind, whatever was within turning to sand and leaving it's armor hanging from the end of Riordan's sword. The noble tosses the rags and armor to the side. "Is something wrong, Master Jedi?" he wonders.

Leina continues clashing blades with the two Orik'baar soldiers but suddenly a third flanks her, taking the Jedi completely off guard. Kain appears from thin air, blocking the creature's blade with an arm. He turns his head to glance over his shoulder at Leina. "Ah, miss me, princess?" he chuckles, reaching out to rip the third Orik'baar's head clean from its shoulders. He then throws its sword at the second creature with such force that it goes through its chest completely. He holds his hand out politely towards the last Orik'baar surrounding them. "'Ave at 'im," he grins.

Safira clashes blades with two Orik'baar, dropping down to sweep one off its feet. The second lashes out at her with its sword but she ducks and twirls around, coming back up to cut its head off before stabbing both sabers through the chest of the one of the ground.

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Completely unexpected right? lol Oh yeah. Slade was around when George was originally born (not a reincarnation or second-life... the first time) and apparently was a Force vampire at the time but helped George's mother escape an attack by other vampires....

Finally! I've been waiting to go in-depth with Slade's past and how he's connected to everything for like ever! ^_^ I'm not going to reveal everything in one big heap. Just slowly, little by little... wink Oh and Slade does know George is well George... or the baby... There's a reason Slade's acted all aloof, "oh, I don't know you", and all out "I hate you" towards George though. We'll get to that eventually.

Wonder what that memory has to do with Slade's (and a bit of George's) past before then though... hmmm... ^_^

Okay a few things... (1) Slade's "her" is not a Force vampire. (2) In case of confusion Slade's promise doesn't have to deal with him remaining as human as possible. It was a promise he made before becoming a Force vampire thus he feels the need to remain as human as possible in order to keep it. The promise itself will be elaborated on later. (3) Feel free to finish up the fight with the Orik'baar. smile

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685 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Slade's eyes narrow, focusing on George and the others. How long since someone had asked him that question; since someone had dared show a hint of concern for the dreaded Shirokami? There had been those in the past but... he stops, quickly cutting that memory short. Riordan and Kain had also once worried about the man but had quickly learned he didn't take kindly to compassion or pity. His decisions had been his own; he certainly didn't need anyone to coddle him and tell him they were right or wrong, wise or brash. He couldn't change anything so dwelling on the past did him no good.

He closes his eyes on a heavy sigh, attempting to clear his mind of events long passed. As for the Jedi... Well he doesn't really care. Jedi never care, Slade condoles himself. They aren't allowed such emotions. "It's nothin', Jedi," Slade answers softly, surprising Mat until his head turns slightly. Chilling blue eyes land on the other man, driving hammers into his spine, the Jedi's lungs panicking for a mere instant, deprived of too precious oxygen.

"Just an old wolf reminiscing that beautiful tune he sang long ago but can never sing again," he admits though the meaning behind those words alludes Mat, the blonde looking up into the sky where dark clouds begin to form and swirl above the Outpost. That can't be good... he thinks. Slade suddenly disappears, reappearing near George though the vampire is careful to keep a bit of distant between them, dust swirling around his feet.

"Ya need somethin' killed?" he asks, obviously being rather skilled in that field. He pulls a cigarette out of his pants pocket and lights it, taking a long draw before slowly blowing the smoke out of his mouth. He avoids looking at the Jedi directly, instead watching the soldiers continue searching through the ruins of the Outpost.

Safira lowers her head faintly, seemingly uncomfortable around Slade, once again thankful her hood veiled her eyes. It wasn't surprising really; many were intimidated by Shirokami especially after seeing what the man left of his victims.... "Nothing's special about Ordo," she begins. "It's just sand, Mandalorians, and more sand. You're looking for some kind of key you said?" she wonders.

Slade looks to George, his cigarette held clenched in his pristine white teeth. "It isn't in the Outpost," he interrupts. "Even if the Taung were guardians of one of the keys the species died out ages ago. The Mandalorians are nothin' but a mess of cultures now. If we're lookin' for one of the keys, we're gonna need to be searchin' for a tomb... somethin' under the sand."

"The San Dwellers-" Safira begins only to be interrupted by a soldier's voice.

"We've got movement on the other edge of the Outpost!" the soldier calls from his vantage point atop one of the buildings.

Slade immediately flash steps to the man's position, startling the soldier. "Let me see," he orders, pulling the man's weapon away from him to look through the scope. The vampire pulls away from the scope with a growl, flash stepping back to George's position. He props the assault rifle up on his shoulder while taking another draw from his cigarette.

"Well... I'll believe you'll be wantin' my killin' services right 'bout now, Jedi..."

o.O.o

Kain licks at the gash in his brother's wrist, his tongue running over the open wound, tainted salvia sizzling at the contact with fresh blood. His pours his power into the small motions, vampire magic forcing new skin to form and slowly stretch across the opening, healing it completely. He looks up at Riordan allowing the other man to pull away and rub his wrist, fingers tenderly caressing new skin.

The redhead sighs. He'd hated using his brother like this; hated the curse which made him to crave such a wicked thing. But it was a curse, a burden, he would bear as best he could. He'd given in for the right reasons; saved Riordan's life in the end. That was all that mattered.  Riordan looks up suddenly, green eyes narrowing as they find the dark clouds forming over the Outpost not too far off in the distance.

"We must go, Kain," he murmurs. "Dark forces amass and swiftly rise against us."

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Slade Quote: "Just an old wolf reminiscing that beautiful tune he sang long ago but can never sing again." --> Slade is referring to when he was a human/mortal.

As for Kain healing Riordan's wound: all vampire's possess healing properties in their salvia. Should a vampire have a basic understanding of the healing arts the capabilities of their salvia is intensified. Why their salvia is able to perform such feats is something of a mystery...

If you want you can bring the Orik'baar [known in Basic to mean 'those of undying flesh'] in for your next post or leave it to me. If you remember the San Dwellers stumbled upon some sort of chamber beneath the sands and awakened the Orik'baar and it was they who have nearly annihilated the Mandalorians on the planet.

As we go along our adventurers may stumble across more of the Orik'baar Army but for now it's just some 50 of the infantry class soldiers. They cannot be killed with rifles or blasters of any kind. Swords/sabers work best when you stab them where the heart would be or cut their heads off.

Gonna try and add some Force vampire parts in the new few. Kinda been neglecting them too. So guilty... tongue

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686 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Safira nods politely. "It's a pleasure, my Lady." she replies formally, reaching out to faintly brush her fingers against Leina's as they continue to walk. Power rushes through Leina's veins for a mere instant, Safira learning the truth hidden behind the other woman's words. "And you don't need to apologize for them," Safira continues, moving her hand away so as not to make Leina uncomfortable. "The Master Jedi simply doesn't wish to be bothered. His problems are his own and he'll deal with them as he always has. If he wishes to do so alone... well, that's his own choice."

"As for the one you call Slade..." her voice trails off. Now he was a confusing one. His walls were ancient and strong; impenetrable. But when he'd first set foot on these forgotten sands, he allowed himself to relax, allowed his thoughts to roam freely. This place... it reminded him of a far different time... of someone he'd left behind...

Perhaps Safira had misread his feeling for that person, a mistake she'd almost paid for with her life. But no... there was no mistaking that feeling... yet it was not that man which lashed out at her. She sighs heavily. Despite everything she still felt a deep need to defend him. He wouldn't do it himself; it wasn't in his character.

"He's a man... and a troubled one at that... more so than you and the Master Jedi care to believe," she adds curtly. "You choose to see nothing more than an animal... a monster you intend to slaughter in the end no matter how his hand may help you reach your goals. Do either of you believe you can hide your intentions from him?" She huffs softly. "You're only fooling yourselves..."

Safira quickens her step, thankful her hood veils her eyes. While she could not use them for sight they didn't hesitate to betray her emotions. Emotions she shouldn't have as a Jedi. They arrive at what remains of the Mandalorian Outpost. George wonders where Slade might have wandered off to when he catches a glimpse of white along the roof of one of the crumbling buildings.

And there he stands atop his ruined throne, cruel eyes looking down on them from his lofty height as if he were a god. Perhaps he was to some extent...

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Safira Quote: But no... there was no mistaking that feeling... yet it was not that man which lashed out at her. --> that feeling is obviously love; by that man Safira means one of compassion or how she expected Slade to be.

Why Safira defends him after he tried to kill her... well...

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687 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Nah. I'm not too sure what Jest is talking about (though I do have certain ideas...) but I'm talking about that commercial where people are trying to clean up their music with titles for the songs and cover art and that dude shows up.

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688 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Not at all. In my opinion they're disgusting.

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689 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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As you wish, Danijel.

While Force vampires don't necessarily drink blood that's still how they feed off a person's soul, life force, etc. They pull power out of their victim's blood. But they do like the taste of blood and thus most vampires will drain their victims completely. Slade and Kain can usually control themselves and not do that... most of the time anyway...
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Kain groans, the sound a deep rumble, drawing both Slade and Riordan's attention to the redhead returning to consciousness. Slade flash steps to a nearby ruined building, gently setting the younger vampire down on the ground and leaning him against the wall in a sitting position... for the most part. The blonde remains crouched down in front of Kain, a finger slipping under the redhead's chin to lift his head so his still-closed eyes seem to be looking back at Slade.

For a moment Slade's mad blue eyes calm, the hungering gleam fading to be replaced be something else George couldn't quite place... not that he cared. The vampires' affairs were their own as far as he was concerned. Riordan moves to see about his brother but stops in front of George. Though he does not turn his head to meet the Jedi's gaze his voice drops to a whisper even Slade's highly tuned ears miss.

"My harsh words were meant as a warning, Master Jedi," he clarifies. "Your tongue shall get you into more trouble than it is worth," he adds, his piercing green eyes narrowing as he casts George a quick glance. "Forget not you too shared this taint of ours once, Master Jedi, and it can easily return if you do not watch your step."

"As for Slade..." he continues, looking away as if to ease the tension of the situation. "I would advise you refrain from goading the man. He has far more honorable intentions than you believe," Riordan assures, "but he possesses a very quick temper which often gets the better of him. Continue stepping on his tail if you wish but do not be surprised when his fangs finally tear your throat..."

With his last words the noble flash steps, a gentle -yet unsteady -hand landing on Slade's blood covered shoulder with a soft word. The blonde immediately stands and moves away from Kain, allowing Riordan plenty of space as the noble crouches down to tend to his brother. The redhead has regained consciousness though he remains a bit groggy from the blood loss. Slade says something but George can't make out the words at such a distance. Riordan looks up at the blonde, replying firmly and with a shake of his head glances back over his shoulder at the Jedi.

"You may proceed without us," he calls, sliding a small dagger from his boot. "Slade shall accompany you...; my brother and I shall be along shortly."

George's eyes warily fall to Slade, the vampire's own eyes narrowing at Riordan's words though he makes no visible objections. Slade's body suddenly shudders but the Jedi quickly realizes it is not from hunger or rage. For an instant, Slade's body appears to magically shed his blood coated shirt revealing a well defined, masculine upper body covered in countless brutal scars. George can easily tell, however, that they were not made by blades or blasters but by chains and whips. Where once Slade had struggled against a powerful oppressor and been harshly punished for rebelling.

George also catches the edge of a faintly glowing silver charmed tattoo resting along Slade's apollo's belt, the tattoo peeking out from beneath the vampire's low sitting pants line. But all too suddenly the scars and tattoo vanish, hidden beneath an exact replica of his white shirt which seems to magically flow over his skin from thin air. Slade shudders one last time before taking a heavy sigh, blue eyes finding George before the vampire disappears, gone ahead to the outpost without waiting for the Jedi. Deviant as ever... how delightful.

Safira turns her head away from Riordan and Kain, not wanting them to think she is starring. Even without eyes which could see it still seemed rude. She can't help but reach out through the Force, however, and observe the simple act of kindness as Riordan slits his wrist and offers it to Kain. She had easily overheard the brothers' telepathic conversation and knew what was coming. The redhead had fervently refused from the beginning but now he submits to his younger brother's kind words, pulling the other man close the best he can so as not to waste a drop of Riordan's vital blood.

The soldiers begin to move towards the outpost and Safira stands to her feet, pulling her hood back over her eyes, and follows...

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Well, well, well... Slade's got some dark secrets...

An apollo's belt is another term for that "V" shape in a masculine guy's hips. Also, vampire magic allows vampires to manifest clothing from thin air. This comes from their ability to shapeshift into other beings thus needing to have suitable clothing. And again, Kain and Riordan might seem... uh... a little funny but I promise they're not. smile They just really care for each other... as brothers. Nothing else.

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690 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Slade chuckles, the sound coarse and violent. "You're one to talk of evil natures, Jedi," the blonde bites, his tone bearing more knowledge than George would like and his voice slightly strained and shaking as if the vampire was struggling immensely just keeping his inner demon at bay. "If I were you I'd watch who's tail I step on, boy... lest you find the wolf's fangs at your throat like these two unlucky bastards," he growls, motioning towards the two corpses with a jerk of his head.

It is a blatant threat. Slade doesn't even try to hide the dark, hungering gleam which emerges in his eyes at the mere thought of feasting on George's soul. The tainted man would certainly be a match for the Jedi... if the vampire didn't utterly outdo him to begin with. Slade's power remains a complete mystery to all of them. There is no telling what he might be capable of...

George catches Riordan shifting out of the corner of his eye but the man makes no move to rescue his brother from the clutches of the monster before them. The noble obviously has no fear of Slade or worries about the chances of the other vampire hurting Kain. It is something which leads George to suddenly question Riordan and his brother's claims regarding how little they know about this Shirokami.

Safira's hand wanders over the mauled face of one of the bodies. How could a human -even a vampire -do such things to human flesh and bone? It is impossible. This... this was not done by any man's hand... but by an animal, by teeth and claw. "These... these are Mandalorian San Dwellers!" Her angry gaze jumps to Slade, eyes blazing with colorless flames of rage. "What have you done to them?!"

Slade's nostrils flare, taking in the sharp scent of fresh fear and hatred mingled with his own lust for more blood. Delicious, that dark voice nearly purrs in his mind, the vampire licking his lips again and flashing a feral, animalistic grin. "I killed 'em... I thought that was rather obvious," he adds darkly.

Safira closes her eyes and turns her head as if looking away from Slade in shame, calming herself and ignoring his last comment. The vampire was attempting to incite her but she would not be goaded to anger so easily. She would not let him win in such a manner.

"And where are the others?" she asks, not really trusting herself not to lash out at the creature before her. Not that she'd win even if she tried. "Their... bodies? San Dwellers travel in groups. These could not have been the only ones you encountered."

The blonde vampire huffs. "What's left of their pathetic bodies is scattered across that God-forsaken desert somewhere. Ya'd be lucky to find all the pieces."

Riordan suddenly steps forward, obviously having had enough and no longer content to stay quiet. "That is enough, Slade!" he orders, the noble's voice weighed down by such authority that everyone's attention is immediately drawn to him as if looking towards the one they expected to lead them.

Slade's dangerous blue eyes narrow on the fullbring. "Riordan..." he purrs with a dark smile, "bout time ya decided to grow some balls again."

The feisty blonde haired vampire always did his best to ruffle someone's feathers but Riordan knows his tricks far too well and dares not fall prey to them. "Do not give the Jedi any more reasons to detest us, Slade," the noble responds in the vampiric tongue to save Slade some face though George manages to catch a few words on occasion. "We are already at odds with them... we do not need you adding fuel to this fire."

Riordan shifts his weight again but this time in an uneasy manner, his eyes holding a gleam he can't suppress as they rake over Slade's bloody form. "And do clean yourself up..." he adds quickly, his voice faintly unsteady, something George would have missed had he not been paying close attention.

Slade eyes flash with lust... but not for blood. "Why don't ya come lick it off me, eh, Riordan? Ya think I can't smell your hunger?" he whispers, his tongue running over sharpened fangs.

"Alte veridet, te ekam," the noble hisses, losing his grip on his temper momentarily, Slade's eyes consequentially brightening with pleasure.

"Can you... can you take me there?" Safira suddenly interrupts their conversation as if they hadn't even been talking, drawing both mens' attention to her with rather heated glares. She quickly continues. "To the place you encountered the San Dwellers I mean... if you killed a tribe the other San Dwellers will come looking for them. Mandalorians do not attach themselves to the bodies of the dead but a warrior's burial is tradition. Perhaps we could stumble upon them and explain ourselves..."

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

A slender finger runs along the unique white chess piece, behind the ears and around the tuff of hair at the base as if it were itself alive. A pinkie suddenly stretches out to slowly, twirling the piece held in place by the light touch of an index finger.

My, my, you are causing quite the commotion... and still there's more to come...

Mortis moves the piece beside the first Black Knight but then turns both pieces to face each other instead of the Black King as he had them originally.

It would be a wise move to discover just who it is you're fighting, Jedi... Mortis continues, his fingers now twirling the Black Knight piece. You're trying to dance with death...

...Korriban...

Natayla pauses and stares at Jester for a moment as if evaluating him... sizing him up. She finally nods. "Of course you are. And you shall prove your worth as we all did. For now we travel to Ilum. Our comrades seemed to have discovered a crystal temple within one of the mountains. It is possible we shall find one of Lord Mortis's keys there. Let us not waste time..."

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Slade Quote: "... lest you find the wolf's fangs at your throat..." - if you remember from way back Razvan says something like this to George's father during their final confrontation. Wonder what Slade's doing saying something that so closely resembles something from George's past... hmmm... wink

Damn Slade's confusing. One minute he's kinda cool with the Jedi and the next he wants to kill them all. He's got major bipolar issues. tongue Really it's just involving Slade's vampiric personality. When the man is in complete control of himself his hatred for the Jedi seems less severe. After feeding when his instincts reign supreme... well... you see what happens. smile

Decided I didn't want to do an entire language. It's too much work keeping track of it all. So sentences will just be in italics. Short phrases, curses, vows, blessings, greetings, etc., etc., etc. will be in the vampiric language with a translation after the post. Cause I want to make it a bit more exotic. tongue

Alte veridet, te ekam: Curse your blood, you bastard.
   Alte: curse, to
   veridet: blood, (-det suffix) your
   te: you
   ekam: bastard [a curse/insult on someone's name]

Mortis Quote: You're trying to dance with death... - Seems George is taking on every last bit of evil in the universe, hellbent on vanquishing it. Mortis doesn't seem to agree with this tactic...

Goodness, I'll have to bring Kain back in the next post. I've been ignoring him a bit. I feel so guilty now. lol

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691 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Some people just like their real names, Prince dear. I just like different names.

Also, Jest you might want to go back and read just a bit, hon. There's some somewhat significant vampire stuff on the last page somewhere I think. Four new Force vampires were introduced and Mortis's plan is kinda explained (though that sneaky bastard does like his games... literally tongue)

Be back to post tomorrow. smile
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692 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Brianna

Disciple vs. Brianna (better party member... skill-wise)

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693 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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394- Is bored...

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694 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Rejects

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695 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Some people could debate that. tongue

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696 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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lol TuneUp.  wink

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"Yes, it's been abandoned for quite some time," Safira confirms. "When my Padawan and I crashed here this outpost was the only one still around. From what I gathered from the few remaining Mandalorians, a wandering tribe of Mandalorian San Dwellers stumbled upon some sort of chamber beneath the sands and awakened what the Mandalorians quickly named Orik'baar... 'those of undying flesh'."

Her hand reaches out and she begins lazily writing the name in the sand. "I was told it was the Orik'baar who nearly annihilated the inhabitants of the planet. I didn't truly believe in the tales until I witnessed their last attackfor myself, as it swept all remaining life from this place... including my own Padawan's." Her gaze rises to meet George's though it is uncertain what she sees.

"The Mandalorian San Dwellers are all that's left of this planet's population now but they reside in the desert and have been very difficult to track. They are exceedingly wary of outsiders at a time like this and do not seem to understand I only wish to help defeat the Orik'baar..."

The sharp, repulsive smell of blood and death suddenly clings to the air, harsh, ragged breath immediately drawing all attention to the blonde figure who'd decided he'd come back around. George's blood instantly boils, his grip on his lightsaber's barrel tightening as he takes in Slade's tall, masculine form almost completely drenched in blood.

Sweat mingles with that dark crimson liquid, falling from the tip of the blonde vampire's nose onto the hot sand at his feet, his body shuddering violently as a sadisitc grin showcases prominent white fangs. His callous blue eyes shoot up, finding George of all people as his devious tongue flicks out to lick away the blood dripping onto his lips. He chuckles darkly through rough breaths, throwing two mangled bodies -or what's left of them... -forward.

The rags which at one point served as protection against hot, blowing sands are now nothing more than bloody shreds wrapped around chucks of flesh and bone. The bulky, redheaded figure thrown over Slade's left shoulder George immediately recognizes as Kain... but who were these two unfortunate souls? What had that bastard done to them?

Safira crawls forward towards the bodies, the slight movement earning her a growl and unnerving glare from Slade but the Jedi doesn't seem to care, more concerned for the vampire's latest victims. Her hands run over one of the bodies before she rolls it over, revealing a gaping hole in its chest where Slade had obviously ripped its heart out in a crazed feeding frenzy.

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698 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Obi-Wan FTW!!! wink

Malak (Force, lightsabers) vs. Canderous (Manda'lor - KotOR II; lightsabers, wrist launchers)

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699 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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385- Big Z is FLUFFY!!! *hugs*

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700 Reply by Beautiful Chaos

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Thanks. I've got tons of ideas and nothing to do with them though. No time to sit down and write out chapters for an online fanfic or anything really. Sucks. Maybe when I'm older I guess.

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