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I'm a chick and I don't like him. But then again he is considerably younger than I am. I like men. Mature MEN; like hair on other places than their head kinda mature MEN style. With muscles. OMG, muscles are a MUST! I'm just a muscle-kinda girl. 

But I don't like those dudes who try to play off the "but I'm sensitive too" act. I've seen it way too many times and FAR better. I like my toughy Marine boys who know how to treat me right but put me in my place when it comes down to it. XD

The Iron Mask -details the rise of a new Dark Lord of the Sith and the true corruption behind the Sith... an ancient power trapped in the confines of a ritual mask.

Fragile Alliance -working on the storyline
Machines of War -working on the storyline but it involves more Star Forges

(Starr starts sexy belly dancing) 

lol Free rides. I'm so wrong... 

OMG are we sharing secrets?! OMG I love secrets! I have tons of secrets!!!

Well, some of them I can't tell you guys cause the men in black will come and get me but I can tell y'all the other stuff. What should I tell you first...?

Hmmm...

lol You have no idea...

You've got control of Kavar just to remind you, LSM. Let's go take the informants before the Council shall we?
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The Private shifts in his glistening white armor, rubbing a speck of dust off his shoulder. Watching out of the corner of his eye, the Sergeant shakes his head in disapproval. Cherry. f**king cherry. Never seen a drop of blood in his life.

He was sure in for a ride. A rampage had taken place throughout Coruscant in the earliest hours of the morning. Buildings had collapsed, people had been brutally murdered in animalistic fashions. It was chaos for the city's authorities.

A few of the victims had been completely drained of their blood, the medical examiners putting them aside. The medical examiners believed a second culprit was to be charged with their murders. The Sergeant doubted this.

Coruscant was full of murderers, drug dealers, thieves, bounty hunters, prostitutes, and other illegal activist but two serial killers acting at exactly the same time with almost identical killing patterns?

Fat chance. The criminal they were getting involved with was one sick puppy who liked to switch things up. Make things interesting. The Private bends over and pulls away the seal which was keeping a body inside cool for transportation. Weak stomach, as the Sergeant suspected.

The Private looses his lunch behind a nearby sign. Cherry.

...Destiny's Pawn; lower decks, hanger...

"Jediiii..." Mortis hisses. His eyes swirl into a blood colored red as he pushes Lori behind him, placing his body between the threat and his stolen treasure. "Mine," he growls.

Yi'shar knew this dark force was verbally capable but it seemed far too consumed with its primitve, dark hunger to concentrate on forming many words. Mortis lifts his right hand towards Yi'shar, black smoke swirling around it.

Yi'shar watches as a lightsaber barrel materializes from thin air. Mortis activates the lightsaber, the weapon's black blade screaming through the Force. Death. So much death. It was almost unbearable.

This... thing, this monster, was far older than anything Yi'shar had ever encountered before. It possibly dated back to before the Jedi. A life of hate, anger, and insatiable hunger spanning thousands upon thousands of years.

Whatever this creature was it was more Sith than it credited. It craved more death and more power. Right now Yi'shar was both a threat to Mortis's new-found lover and a potential victim to his life-draining vampirism. A prize if ever there were one.

Yi'shar could make no mistakes here. He either won... or he died.

Sorry for the delay people. My life gets more and more frustrating and confusing everyday. Guess that's what I get for being a Marine. lol
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Rane falls to the ground, holding Sara in his arms. The world around them seems to crackle with the haunting laugh that vibrates around them.

"It is through! She's dead! She's finally dead! And killed by your own hand no less! Where is your honor now Jedi?!" The unseen villian stresses the last word with abhorance and disgust.

Rane roars towards the sky, emitting a shockwave which sends Yi'shar to his knees. "You bastard!" Rane roars. "I'll KILL you for this! I'll SLAUGHTER you, you son of a b**ch!"

Though there is no visible entity, there is a smile in the voice. "You may certainly try..."

And with that the voice is gone, leaving only destruction, death, and turmoil in its wake. Rane looks down at Sara, blood tears rolling down his face. Another sign of the horrors and torture he endured as a student of the Sith.

Sara reaches up, gently wiping away the tears. Rane leans into her palm, desperate for the simple touch.

"I'm... *cough* I'm sorry... Rane... *cough*" blood trails from the corner of Sara's mouth, trinkling down her neck.

Rane shakes his head but Sara cotinues. "I'm sorry... it had to end *cough* like this..."

Rane closes his eyes on a rush of pain. "It's not... over, Sara. I won't let you die. Not while I'm breathing."

Rane gets to his feet, picking Sara up in his arms, cradling her. He walks towards an unmarked ship. Obviously not the one Vector and them had arrived on.

Rane, surprised that a Jedi would know such a dangerous darkside technique, has no time to block or counter Vector's attack. He groans, trying to pull away as his body is consumed by the rippling lightning. His body, however, refuses to move under the intensifying power that coarses through his veins.

"Foolish Jedi!" he roars. "You'll kill us both!"

Sara gathers enough strength to break free of her forced paralysis. She rushes forward towards Rane and Vector in a desperate attempt to save both men from each other as well as themselves. She had to try. She uses the Force to protect herself, wrapping her arms around Rane's neck, trying to comfort him. Calm him. She rests her head near the nap of his neck, his power muscles shivering under the contact that seemed to burn.

"Rane... please..." she whispers.

Vector watches as Rane calms for a moment, his tense muscles loosening, the intense hate in his eyes slowly disappearing. Suddenly, everything changes with an intense surge of power. And Vector was helpless to prevent the evil intentions that he saw in Rane's eyes.

With a roar of anger Rane gathers his strength, pulling away from Vector. He pulls Vector's lightsaber to him with the Force and turns on Sara. Everything stops. The universe quiets as if starring in awe at such horror. Rane stands with Sara, her hands clutching his forearms for support, pain and betrayal in her eyes, tears running down her face and a blazing lightsaber through her stomach.

Rane immediately deactivaetes the lightsaber, letting Sara fall into his arms.

"Sara...?" Rane asks, his voice wavering.

Sorry I've been gone for so long guys. Posting soon.
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