Posted by Sadar on 10-22-2002 08:25 PM:
Long awaited Enemy, Long awaited Meeting.
::He stood outside the floating city on Calamari, watching the water. This was one of the few cities that bad been built on the surface of the water, most were underwater but one thing Sadar did not like was a lot of water in one area. He could swim but the feel of something wet on his skin was displeasing. Water always put him into a bad mood, but he hid it behind a smile that did not betray any thoughts or dark emotions. Today would be a glorious day, today he would be rid of the last Ambrellian member of the Saihan Clan. Looking over at the woman with black eyes, and black hair he smiled. Marion, the woman of his heart and the one who had launched the attack.
Watching the water sway in the breeze he laughed softlymerely watched with no expression, though inside he smiled. His eyes showed nothing, his body language only a vauge feel of disinterest showing through. Many a body could be lost and never recovered.::
Water sir?
::The Mon Calamari female came up to him, an attentive smile on the salmon coloured face and friendly eyes that turned to fear as he gave her a dark look::
Gave I did an order for Vodka, not a shaiensat Water.
::Watching her leave the warrior smiled coldly::
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Posted by Marion on 10-22-2002 08:48 PM:
::Marion turned and looked at Sadar in amusement::
No need to swear, the point found she did. The water be getting at you?
::They spoke in the dialect spoken here for one reason, the more practise the better spoken. She wondered how Saharia had fared with the language. Saharia had always had a talent with things she didnt, but one thing she had was wings. Glorious dark brown wings that had a large span and a powerful wind force when in the air. She did not notice any response at her comment and did not expect any. He was one that showed nothing, was deadly and always knew what someone was thinging, observative to the point of extreme. Frankly, she found it intimidating but she was the leader of the people here, and him her advisor. She was in charge although at times his eyes tended to disagree. Glugging down her water she stood up::
We both have things to do, I will look around Mon Calamari, and you will do some research as we have discussed.
::Walking off she laughed in assurance. He was a strong lover, a strogn warrior and he let her get away with almost anything, well almost anything. Marion knew she would be face to face with her sister, and face to face with destiny. Destiny would make her great, one clan gone, and move onto the next.::
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Posted by Sadar on 10-22-2002 10:30 PM:
::Sadar watched her leave and smiled softly. She thought she had the power, but she did not. She had his heart, what was left of it, but no, he held the power. She was the ruler of their clan, and him the war leader, but he would call the tune when it came to that. Rubbing his hands together as he walked towards the bar to become friendly with the people there, and get them talking. He always found talking to others and watching their reactions told more than a holopad could.::
Very well Lady Marion, you win this time. I will win the bigger battles my love.
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 10-23-2002 07:23 AM:
The Sith Empire...
Revenge was ever so sweet.
Zeta had had the taste for revenge many a time, and he had always acted on such feelings.
He had never acted on another’s revenge, there was a first time for everything though.
This was Saharia's time, not his.
He would not bask in her glory....
...And there would be glory for her, Zeta would make sure of that.
Saharia would take back what was rightfully hers. She would be victorious.
Zeta would be....Well, Zeta would just be there, to land aid, perhaps he would even snatch a soul or two.
It didn't really matter to him, so long as he was there to see Saharia get her revenge.
He knew how much the woman wanted it.
...And he would do his best to make sure her quest was fulfilled.
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As the Zabrak set foot into the shipyards, only one thing crossed his mind.
What Saharia was thinking.
He was sure the woman had a lot on her mind. She had planned to go alone on her trip to Mon Calamari to meet up with Marion. Though the other name had gone unmentioned, Zeta had suspected that there was another.
Marion's name had gone unmentioned for that matter as well, but Zeta knew, only for the pure simple fact that Saharia had spoken her name once before.
The other, well Zeta had no idea who that could be. He just knew Saharia should not go alone. He had a feeling Marion was not alone...
Four sections he'd walked, position number four, from the left side facing the door.
A smirk formed on the Zabrak's mouth.
It did look shabby, but looks were not always everything. The ship would fulfill its goal.
Zeta did not see Saharia's presence, but he could feel it, nonetheless.
I am here, Lady Saharia...
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Posted by Saharia on 10-26-2002 03:54 AM:
:;Saharia turned around and nodded, a warmer welcome in her eyes than on her face. Her hands had grease on it, and she finished the last of the adjustments to the engine before closing the panel and putting the tools back into the box. Picking up the box and moving away from the ship and into it to put the box away she moved towards Darth Zate and bowed her head in honour of his company on this mission.::
Come in, I need to wash my hands but other than that we are set to go. There is enough food for both of us, I am assuming you have decided to come with me. If not the food is there anyhow.
Sedar and Marion are waiting. Sadar is quite a lot like you in some ways, so you may even get along with him.
::The last was a cold joke, she remembered what Sadar was capable of and that was not easy to forget. He did not scarre outwardly, he scarred the very soul as skillfully as a bird flew.
Walking out fo the ship to clean her hands she returned a few minutes later and looked around.::
The ship's barriers should be working now.
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 10-26-2002 06:49 AM:
Before the Zabrak did anything else, he too took a moment to bow his head before Saharia's presence, meeting her gaze evenly afterwards.
Being that Saharia had spoken of both Marion and Sadar before, Zeta knew something of both. Zeta remembered what Saharia had said of Sadar, he remembered it clearly.
Zeta's eyes narrowed for a moment, an indication showing that he was not pleased, but nothing more came from him, just words.
He kept his words through the force.
He disturbs you....as do I.
He searched her eyes, looking for a reaction.
His gaze removed itself away from hers after just a few short seconds, which could be considered rather surprising to say the least. It usually was not like Zeta to break a gaze first, if it was purposely being held...unless he was disturbed, that is...
She left for a moment, returning a moment or so later with clean hands, and he finished answering her words.
I am not hungry...
Without another word, the Zabrak walked past Saharia and kept on walking, boarding the ship.
With his back now to Saharia, his presence slipping more and more away from hers, a slightly amused yet small smile inched its way onto the Zabrak's face.
He waited for the reaction that would come...
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Posted by Saharia on 10-27-2002 01:37 AM:
::Saharia watched him pass, it reminded her of how Sadar walked, of how he played with others minds. It also reminded her that Zeta was not Sadar and she had to trust him in order to communicate with him. She remembered Sadar's mind in her own, laughing. She would be doing the same to Marion, and she knew the double edge irony of it. She could almost feel the small laugh coming from Zeta, that double edged sword that was the ownership from Sadar, from Zeta, from her own mind. She knew she would answer his words, and knew he knew it too. He had that power that unsettled her when she did not know where she stood. And with people like Sadar, she had learnt, you hardly ever knew where you stood. When they had reached the cockpit she looked at him, into his eyes to show him she was not afraid, she could not afford to show she was afraid with his type. She would not be weakened, and she would deserve the respect that she had been denied with Sadar. The man who had tutored her in the art of battle so many years ago. The man that had taught her to be careful in a most ruthless way. Saharia was not weak and was not to be played with, even if it required herself being hurt. She would die for her own freedom and made no secret of it.::
Yes, you unsettle me. Why is for my own reasons, some of which you understand, some of which you may come to understand, some of which you may never understand.
I will not be a puppet, not by Sadar or anyone who may hold that power. I will not be read like a book willingly without feeling wary of that person or even distrustful until I know I can trust. Information is far deadlier than weapon in many case and I don't like double edged swords that may mean harm.
I wish for a friend, not one that unsettles me, and I feel that wariness is a vile taste to you which may pass in time if trust by both parties allow it until time of true judgement does come.
::She did not know how that would go with him, if it would anger him or provide some very different reaction, but he wanted answers and he had them, she would not lie. Looking into his eyes, knowing he wasnt the type to break contact first, she waited for his reaction. She would not be seen as fearful of him, her backbone and pride did not allow that.::
OOC: we'll continue with these two until we reach Mon Calamari. or when we are close to it.
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 10-27-2002 05:40 AM:
Nothing in Zeta's eyes gave way to what he thought, but this was not unusual at all. He knew that the woman standing before him despised such a reaction, but he did not look upon her in such a way to spite her. This was who Zeta was, and this was how he reacted, though permitting time, that could change.
He knew that his words were all she had to go by, and so he would not keep them from her.
"I am not Sadar, I will never be Sadar. He and I, as you say, have much in common. However, there is much I'm sure, that we do not have in common. One day, you will see such things. Perhaps you will think differently of me by this missions end. My presence may very well disturb you, but I bid you no harm. This is who I am, it is the real me. To treat you any differently, well, that would be to present forth to you a lie. Lady Saharia, I am no liar. So you see, the truth is before your very eyes, it is up to you to find all of it, and not just what you wish to see. For there is a great more deal to me than what you've already discovered. See what you will, but allow time to show you the things that you do not see already."
The way to Mon Calamari was quite a distance away, and if Saharia was wise, she would do most of her observing of Zeta when she now had the time to.
OOC: Ok.
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Posted by Saharia on 10-28-2002 12:25 AM:
::Saharia watched him, his eyes told truth. Looking away she remembered trusting eyes, but knew Zeta was right. He was not Sadar, they would be meeting sadar and no matter how strong she acted or how tough a facade she put on, there was fear in her mind about that meeting. She looked at Zeta again after a long silence, taking in his words and analysing them. If you run from fear you run from life, and the opportunities it held. She needed an ally for this, and his words were right.::
I do you a great injustice then, my apologize.
::She turned awya and turned on the holopad, looking at the latest news on Mon Calamari. It was cold weather and it was raining. One would have thought there would be enough water on the planet... still that would make Sadar nervous at least.
She sat down after turning it off, the real knowledge lay with the people, such as the knowledge of Zeta lay with Darth Zeta.
Getting out her katana and holding it in ceremonies when two warriors required to be in battle as partners. It was an old tradition in her home land, and one she wouldnt normally use, but she felt this needed to be done in order to devalop something of a trust. He was much like Sadar but he had summed it up and Saharia admitted to her wrongs. What she needed was a friend not a companion to be careful of.::
You are much like Sadar, but as your words speak truth, you will not torture my mind. I see what is similar but not what is different because I not know of it. You see much more of me than I do, that also do make me aware. But I will not fear you, and I will not sit you beside Sadar. I give you that promise and trust for that is what will be required to hold during this mission.
:;Putting the weapon down slowly she bowed her head. Each exchanged their fears of each other, and gave each their trust. The habit had died with the leaders of Ambrellia a few years ago due to a young ones ego. It probably did not have any holy power as it once did, it probably didnt have any holy power to begin with than the power of belief. Belief could be a very strong thing.::
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 10-28-2002 06:46 AM:
"...And you will not fear him either."
What Zeta had felt now, at first, confused him. He could feel her fear, plain as day, see it in her eyes. He almost mistook that fear for Saharia fearing him. He realized soon after, however, that that fear was not meant for him, but for Sadar.
This, Zeta was sure, Sadar would expect, indeed. If Zeta had his way though, no such thing as fear would be made felt to Sadar.
If Zeta was anything like Sadar, as Saharia had said, then he knew what the man would be looking for.
"...He will feed off of your fear. To him, your fear will mean power to him. You must rid yourself of this fear while you still have the chance, later on, it may be too late.."
Zeta's gaze slowly fell to look onto the weapon that Saharia had set before them. Questions arose within his mind. He bowed his head and then asked, though his attention remained on the weapon.
"Who is he?...Sadar? If I am as much like him as you say I am, then why do you fear him?'
Zeta already knew, she didn't trust Sadar. One did not have to trust another in order for them not to fear them. He knew there was more than just not trusting Sadar that made Saharia so fearful of this man.
"Your fear must go. He wants you to fail, your fear can bring you failure. You must bring him the unexpected not the expected."
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Posted by Saharia on 10-28-2002 11:21 PM:
::Saharia looked at him for a long mement before looking out into the dark bleakness of space. He was muhc like Zeta so Zeta may know something she did not. Sitting down she began the story, knowing it was long but Darth Zeta, she had found, had patient ears. Saharia spoke for the longest she had for a long time, her eyes reflecting the memories she had left unsaid for so long. It was time to bring them out of the dust.::
He tutored me in the art of battle for eight years. Trusted him I did as much as I distrusted my sister. Never did I notice him and her becoming more than friends. I was wrapped up in training and in another man that was to become my fiance, life was looking well.
I was one of the council members, and during a certain summer I was chosen for warleader of a faction of the Ambrellian Army, I did not notice my masters silence...he had always taken care of that faction. He was getting too old in the armies eyes, foolish they were. He is never too old to do anything, a full thirty years ahead of my sister. He attacked the council and ran, but blood was found and we thought otherwise.
He felt betrayed, but I will not pretend I knew him well, no one ever did, not even his own brother. Three summers later I was outcasted from the council as a rebel, too many new dangerous ideas. They lived in old times and old times brings fake securities.
Sadar then joined ranks among our enemies those three years, along with my sister who has ever hated Ambrellians for a reason I know not of, she has ever hated being a hybrid of human and Ambrellian I believe. Marion was afraid of heights a well, but I know she glories in them now........
I had thought them dead, but they were not.
They organized slowly an army to attack the Ambrellian clans, but too late did I recieve news of this, and went to the council. Being an outcast they did not believe my story, so I took the army of whom I managed to convicne with much work and attacked as they came, but I was too late, they had come to the main village area of ours and killed most of the civillians and by the time our army had finished fighting they ahd gone to the capital of our clans city and started to wreck havok.
there was bloodied wings everywhere....Ambrellians bleeding to death. i had lead the army out of the captial because of my stupid pride and let these people die. There was one body I noticed and it was of my fiance, he was dead.
::She was silent for a long time, reflecting on those words. So many people dead because of one mistake, it seemed so wrong but it was truth. He had died because of her. Sighing she knew she had to continue her story::
I met with Sadar again, my master of battle and remembered the fresh anger of him attacking the council. I felt betrayed too but I still remembered my loyalty. He used that loyalty and for weeks I was lost in my own mind...mad...reduced to a raving lunetic that felt pain beyond pain. He was cruel. Cold.
And I learnt of his true nature his mind had hidden for so long...I learnt of my own weaknesses and fears. When he finally released me after four weeks, but seemed like decades.
Marion took the curtisy of cutting off my wings and announcing all the Ambrellians in my clan were successful wiped out and that they would move on to another...then another... I did not hear what else they said, my blood was losing and I fell unconcious and by some miracle survived. I have craved revenge ever since then, and fear, for I know Sadar could do it again. He trained me for eight years and knows my mind well, he also knows how much the sky meant to me and allowed that to be cut away from mine reach forever...that is something I will never forgive.
:;Her voice had become emotionless, too many emotions running through her system to come out, too many images in her mind until her eyes looked longing somewhere, and simmered with rage, with pain. She felt no emotion even though they showed, only numbness and the sharp thin sound of screeching in her mind. The screeching of sharp blades connecting together slowly Sadar had relentlessly kept up for days and days.::
That is why I fear him.
::Saharia said no more, felt like saying no more to tell. There was too much to tell.
Looking at zeta she watched him for a reaction, what would he think? What advice was there for no fear? Sadar had taken away all she held dear and more. Sadar would die one day. By who's hand she did not care, it was Marion she wanted her hands on, but she wanted him to pay for his crimes as well.::
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 10-29-2002 06:50 AM:
Zeta said nothing for a long time, letting the story that Saharia had told him, sink in.
Already the Zabrak knew of what he would tell her, and there was truth in his words.
"Your past...you can let go of it, but never will it be forgot. I did not know you then, but perhaps I know you a little now. You are not the same Saharia that took lead of an army so long ago. Time changes people. Do not think my words true? Your old Master, change became a part of him. He is not as when you first met him. The same, I am sure, holds true for your own being. He may know you, but he does not know everything there is to know about you. He does not know of the changes you have gone through, and he will never know, unless you tell him. You have nothing to fear from him."
The Zabrak paused, choosing his words carefully.
"With growth comes change, and you have grown. Part of you is already prepared for what will come, I know this because of one simple reason.."
The smallest of amused smiles crept onto Zeta's face, quickly falling away soon after.
"...You were going to venture forth alone. You know what will come and so does he. You seek revenge, but something says to me that you seek greater revenge from Sadar than you do Marion. Marion is just a small piece of the situation, she just has your wings. Ah, but Sadar, he has plenty more than your wings. He took much from you, soon you will get it all back..."
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Posted by Saharia on 11-04-2002 12:02 AM:
::The past, the present and the future. It all melded into one and shaped you. But you changed with each shaping, and as much as she had been molded, the years would have molded them both differently. She was different and had an upper hand in one way, as Zeta had pointed out, but he also had one hand upper as well with his own differences. This was a blind battle in one way and terribly familiar in another. There was no room for cockiness, and revealing it's nature, there was no room for fear.
She understood what Zeta was trying to say and laughed. She remembered the scarres well, she would use them as concentration not her fears if need be::
I will swallow it if I have to, we have things to discuss he and I. You seem to know much, your mind must hold many experiences and lessons. It will be good to have you in the fight.
::She checked the time for the arrival for Mon Calamari, still a long way yet. The ship beeped as another ship signalled for a response and she checked the message.
Enemy or friend?
Smiling coldly she noticed it had a paticular feel from it. No time to dally with them and this was not a battle field.
Niether. No harm intended. be you jedi?
Waiting for a response the ship made it's signal noise again.
Jedi, we require help. Our ship needs fuel, do you have any spare?
Saharia looked at Zeta and raised an eyebrow, she had no objections about it, her honour and belief code allowed friendliness towards those that followed lies when not in battle and she had spare fuel. But Zeta may have objections.::
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 12-07-2002 01:04 PM:
The only response the Zabrak gave was a grunt of sorts, which, although hard to understand, was part of his own language. Though the look on Zeta's face made what he was saying, not really all that difficult to understand.
He looked displeased, he would have snarled, but he was in Saharia's presence. He had respect for her, and that in itself prevented him from doing anything more.
"It is your call, Lady Saharia."
It didn't matter what Zeta thought, this was not Zeta's ship, but hers....
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Posted by Saharia on 12-16-2002 09:16 PM:
::Saharia nodded, noting his displeasement, but ignorign it as her own stubborness of what is right came into play.::
Your ship is larger, open the docks and I will fly the ship near it, and leave the fuel. Do not be making any tricks or I will follow the way of truth.
::She left the message and watched the large ship open it's docks, and fling closer to it revealed one A-Wing and one X-Wing. She let the ship near to the edge, and opened the ship door, watching it slide open as she openanother part another door to get extra fuel. Carrying it, making four trips, to the door she put it down and watched a jeid approach. Nodding her head in greeting she said nothing. The jedi nodded, sensing her as a darksider, and looked surprised.::
It is strange, a sith helping a jedi.
I am not a usual sith, Jedi. I follow the truth and prevail in it's justice o the battlegrounds, which this is not unless you proclaim it so,
I would not do that, thank-you.
::Saharia said nothing but nodded again in a farewell. Stepping away the door closed, and she moved away from the dock, looking at Zeta.::
they are also following what they believe to be truth and reality, and are enemies only on the battlefield. Many, such as those we are to meet, waste their lives on unneccassary hatred and it becomes a weakness.
::She could feel Sadar a little now. Three hours and it would be so. He wasted his life on hate, and she would use that against him, if it still stood as a weakness. In truth she felt a slightly out of balance, but she would survive another dance with death or go forever to his heart of eternity. She looked at Zeta curiously, he seemed such a mystery, and mysteries always intregued her, even if prodding inflicted pain on herself. In fact she rather enjoyed pain, which could be considered rather unhealthy. She relaxed a little and so did her speech, coming into a more natural form in which her mind worded sentences. A mix of the home language and the standard here.::
We all have our reasons for choosing the darkside, we all have our pasts, some who wish to keep them instilled in silence.
Stories interest mine mind, and histories much more. Much of mine time is spent collecting them. It always interest I what makes a person to follow their paths.
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 01-27-2003 11:44 PM:
Zeta could not hold back his laughter as Saharia's words hit him, amused at the way she spoke so carefully to him.
"Why not just ask me, Saharia?? You amuse me....Whatever you wish to know about me, simply ask."
His face went cold, his gaze settled hard on her.
"I do not care to play mind games at the moment."
Only when it suited him, it seemed to be different when it was being done onto him.
He narrowed his eyes even more, trying to decide if he wished to tell her the answers to her hidden questions.
He did not. For some reason, he enjoyed the thought of her not knowing all there was to know about him.
"...Perhaps another time. We will be arriving at any moment now. I am sure you must need some time to prepare for our departure from the ship?"
One hour later...
Saharia's ship had been docked twenty minutes earlier.
Saharia and Zeta had not said a word to one another since near reaching their landing. In a sick and twisted way, that only made Zeta satisfied. He liked seeing Saharia somewhat displeased.
He knew how much of a mystery he still was to the woman, and he would continue to keep it that way...for now.
He considered it pay back for her helping the Jedi.
The two stood now, just near the exit ramp of the ship, standing side by side. Both Sith seemed to look at one another at the same time.
She glaring at him, and he, remained expressionless, except for his amused laughter.
"...I said you could ask, it did not mean I was going to tell you what you wanted to know..."
The two exited off of the ramp...
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Posted by Saharia on 01-28-2003 12:02 AM:
::Saharia was careful around everyone, to her she could play games but didnt like it when others did. She kenw that wasnt right but it always seemed to come up to that and stubborness ruled. Saying nothing, showign nothing she walked past the shipyard guard, and when he saw her face decided not to ask for the credits owed. She thought that a very wise decision.
Worse off, she knew he was amused by it and that made her all the more displeased, and displeased meant someone would get hurt by the end of the day.::
They should be around. I can almost sense Sadar, he is here.
::She said nothing else, there was no need. Words were oft wasted. Plus she felt no need to speak to him right now until her rational side took over and she saw the big picture.
For the sake of it she put the anger aside for a few moments and smiled openly at Zeta before walking to the nearest information area.
It was petty but who said one had to be perfect. To her that would be boring.::
I dont like games either Zeta. I will not play if you will not.
I will not be made to look like a fool by an ally. For as much as one I a, others do not have to see.
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 01-28-2003 08:13 AM:
His words reached out to Saharia now as thoughts. Who knew where Sadar and Marion lurked.
I do not follow after fools...
That was all his words seemed to say, but his words suggested that she was not a fool.
He was surprised that she had already begun to see him as an ally, but he supposed that he was one. After all, he was here, for her cause, and not his own.
Perhaps not a fool, Lady Saharia, but what you do not have in foolishness, you do not lack in stubbornness...
He did not laugh this time, but his face did give off a small hint of amusement. he changed the subject.
Where shall we start our search?
Long awaited Enemy, Long awaited Meeting.
::He stood outside the floating city on Calamari, watching the water. This was one of the few cities that bad been built on the surface of the water, most were underwater but one thing Sadar did not like was a lot of water in one area. He could swim but the feel of something wet on his skin was displeasing. Water always put him into a bad mood, but he hid it behind a smile that did not betray any thoughts or dark emotions. Today would be a glorious day, today he would be rid of the last Ambrellian member of the Saihan Clan. Looking over at the woman with black eyes, and black hair he smiled. Marion, the woman of his heart and the one who had launched the attack.
Watching the water sway in the breeze he laughed softlymerely watched with no expression, though inside he smiled. His eyes showed nothing, his body language only a vauge feel of disinterest showing through. Many a body could be lost and never recovered.::
Water sir?
::The Mon Calamari female came up to him, an attentive smile on the salmon coloured face and friendly eyes that turned to fear as he gave her a dark look::
Gave I did an order for Vodka, not a shaiensat Water.
::Watching her leave the warrior smiled coldly::
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Posted by Marion on 10-22-2002 08:48 PM:
::Marion turned and looked at Sadar in amusement::
No need to swear, the point found she did. The water be getting at you?
::They spoke in the dialect spoken here for one reason, the more practise the better spoken. She wondered how Saharia had fared with the language. Saharia had always had a talent with things she didnt, but one thing she had was wings. Glorious dark brown wings that had a large span and a powerful wind force when in the air. She did not notice any response at her comment and did not expect any. He was one that showed nothing, was deadly and always knew what someone was thinging, observative to the point of extreme. Frankly, she found it intimidating but she was the leader of the people here, and him her advisor. She was in charge although at times his eyes tended to disagree. Glugging down her water she stood up::
We both have things to do, I will look around Mon Calamari, and you will do some research as we have discussed.
::Walking off she laughed in assurance. He was a strong lover, a strogn warrior and he let her get away with almost anything, well almost anything. Marion knew she would be face to face with her sister, and face to face with destiny. Destiny would make her great, one clan gone, and move onto the next.::
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Posted by Sadar on 10-22-2002 10:30 PM:
::Sadar watched her leave and smiled softly. She thought she had the power, but she did not. She had his heart, what was left of it, but no, he held the power. She was the ruler of their clan, and him the war leader, but he would call the tune when it came to that. Rubbing his hands together as he walked towards the bar to become friendly with the people there, and get them talking. He always found talking to others and watching their reactions told more than a holopad could.::
Very well Lady Marion, you win this time. I will win the bigger battles my love.
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 10-23-2002 07:23 AM:
The Sith Empire...
Revenge was ever so sweet.
Zeta had had the taste for revenge many a time, and he had always acted on such feelings.
He had never acted on another’s revenge, there was a first time for everything though.
This was Saharia's time, not his.
He would not bask in her glory....
...And there would be glory for her, Zeta would make sure of that.
Saharia would take back what was rightfully hers. She would be victorious.
Zeta would be....Well, Zeta would just be there, to land aid, perhaps he would even snatch a soul or two.
It didn't really matter to him, so long as he was there to see Saharia get her revenge.
He knew how much the woman wanted it.
...And he would do his best to make sure her quest was fulfilled.
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As the Zabrak set foot into the shipyards, only one thing crossed his mind.
What Saharia was thinking.
He was sure the woman had a lot on her mind. She had planned to go alone on her trip to Mon Calamari to meet up with Marion. Though the other name had gone unmentioned, Zeta had suspected that there was another.
Marion's name had gone unmentioned for that matter as well, but Zeta knew, only for the pure simple fact that Saharia had spoken her name once before.
The other, well Zeta had no idea who that could be. He just knew Saharia should not go alone. He had a feeling Marion was not alone...
Four sections he'd walked, position number four, from the left side facing the door.
A smirk formed on the Zabrak's mouth.
It did look shabby, but looks were not always everything. The ship would fulfill its goal.
Zeta did not see Saharia's presence, but he could feel it, nonetheless.
I am here, Lady Saharia...
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Posted by Saharia on 10-26-2002 03:54 AM:
:;Saharia turned around and nodded, a warmer welcome in her eyes than on her face. Her hands had grease on it, and she finished the last of the adjustments to the engine before closing the panel and putting the tools back into the box. Picking up the box and moving away from the ship and into it to put the box away she moved towards Darth Zate and bowed her head in honour of his company on this mission.::
Come in, I need to wash my hands but other than that we are set to go. There is enough food for both of us, I am assuming you have decided to come with me. If not the food is there anyhow.
Sedar and Marion are waiting. Sadar is quite a lot like you in some ways, so you may even get along with him.
::The last was a cold joke, she remembered what Sadar was capable of and that was not easy to forget. He did not scarre outwardly, he scarred the very soul as skillfully as a bird flew.
Walking out fo the ship to clean her hands she returned a few minutes later and looked around.::
The ship's barriers should be working now.
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 10-26-2002 06:49 AM:
Before the Zabrak did anything else, he too took a moment to bow his head before Saharia's presence, meeting her gaze evenly afterwards.
Being that Saharia had spoken of both Marion and Sadar before, Zeta knew something of both. Zeta remembered what Saharia had said of Sadar, he remembered it clearly.
Zeta's eyes narrowed for a moment, an indication showing that he was not pleased, but nothing more came from him, just words.
He kept his words through the force.
He disturbs you....as do I.
He searched her eyes, looking for a reaction.
His gaze removed itself away from hers after just a few short seconds, which could be considered rather surprising to say the least. It usually was not like Zeta to break a gaze first, if it was purposely being held...unless he was disturbed, that is...
She left for a moment, returning a moment or so later with clean hands, and he finished answering her words.
I am not hungry...
Without another word, the Zabrak walked past Saharia and kept on walking, boarding the ship.
With his back now to Saharia, his presence slipping more and more away from hers, a slightly amused yet small smile inched its way onto the Zabrak's face.
He waited for the reaction that would come...
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Posted by Saharia on 10-27-2002 01:37 AM:
::Saharia watched him pass, it reminded her of how Sadar walked, of how he played with others minds. It also reminded her that Zeta was not Sadar and she had to trust him in order to communicate with him. She remembered Sadar's mind in her own, laughing. She would be doing the same to Marion, and she knew the double edge irony of it. She could almost feel the small laugh coming from Zeta, that double edged sword that was the ownership from Sadar, from Zeta, from her own mind. She knew she would answer his words, and knew he knew it too. He had that power that unsettled her when she did not know where she stood. And with people like Sadar, she had learnt, you hardly ever knew where you stood. When they had reached the cockpit she looked at him, into his eyes to show him she was not afraid, she could not afford to show she was afraid with his type. She would not be weakened, and she would deserve the respect that she had been denied with Sadar. The man who had tutored her in the art of battle so many years ago. The man that had taught her to be careful in a most ruthless way. Saharia was not weak and was not to be played with, even if it required herself being hurt. She would die for her own freedom and made no secret of it.::
Yes, you unsettle me. Why is for my own reasons, some of which you understand, some of which you may come to understand, some of which you may never understand.
I will not be a puppet, not by Sadar or anyone who may hold that power. I will not be read like a book willingly without feeling wary of that person or even distrustful until I know I can trust. Information is far deadlier than weapon in many case and I don't like double edged swords that may mean harm.
I wish for a friend, not one that unsettles me, and I feel that wariness is a vile taste to you which may pass in time if trust by both parties allow it until time of true judgement does come.
::She did not know how that would go with him, if it would anger him or provide some very different reaction, but he wanted answers and he had them, she would not lie. Looking into his eyes, knowing he wasnt the type to break contact first, she waited for his reaction. She would not be seen as fearful of him, her backbone and pride did not allow that.::
OOC: we'll continue with these two until we reach Mon Calamari. or when we are close to it.
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 10-27-2002 05:40 AM:
Nothing in Zeta's eyes gave way to what he thought, but this was not unusual at all. He knew that the woman standing before him despised such a reaction, but he did not look upon her in such a way to spite her. This was who Zeta was, and this was how he reacted, though permitting time, that could change.
He knew that his words were all she had to go by, and so he would not keep them from her.
"I am not Sadar, I will never be Sadar. He and I, as you say, have much in common. However, there is much I'm sure, that we do not have in common. One day, you will see such things. Perhaps you will think differently of me by this missions end. My presence may very well disturb you, but I bid you no harm. This is who I am, it is the real me. To treat you any differently, well, that would be to present forth to you a lie. Lady Saharia, I am no liar. So you see, the truth is before your very eyes, it is up to you to find all of it, and not just what you wish to see. For there is a great more deal to me than what you've already discovered. See what you will, but allow time to show you the things that you do not see already."
The way to Mon Calamari was quite a distance away, and if Saharia was wise, she would do most of her observing of Zeta when she now had the time to.
OOC: Ok.
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Posted by Saharia on 10-28-2002 12:25 AM:
::Saharia watched him, his eyes told truth. Looking away she remembered trusting eyes, but knew Zeta was right. He was not Sadar, they would be meeting sadar and no matter how strong she acted or how tough a facade she put on, there was fear in her mind about that meeting. She looked at Zeta again after a long silence, taking in his words and analysing them. If you run from fear you run from life, and the opportunities it held. She needed an ally for this, and his words were right.::
I do you a great injustice then, my apologize.
::She turned awya and turned on the holopad, looking at the latest news on Mon Calamari. It was cold weather and it was raining. One would have thought there would be enough water on the planet... still that would make Sadar nervous at least.
She sat down after turning it off, the real knowledge lay with the people, such as the knowledge of Zeta lay with Darth Zeta.
Getting out her katana and holding it in ceremonies when two warriors required to be in battle as partners. It was an old tradition in her home land, and one she wouldnt normally use, but she felt this needed to be done in order to devalop something of a trust. He was much like Sadar but he had summed it up and Saharia admitted to her wrongs. What she needed was a friend not a companion to be careful of.::
You are much like Sadar, but as your words speak truth, you will not torture my mind. I see what is similar but not what is different because I not know of it. You see much more of me than I do, that also do make me aware. But I will not fear you, and I will not sit you beside Sadar. I give you that promise and trust for that is what will be required to hold during this mission.
:;Putting the weapon down slowly she bowed her head. Each exchanged their fears of each other, and gave each their trust. The habit had died with the leaders of Ambrellia a few years ago due to a young ones ego. It probably did not have any holy power as it once did, it probably didnt have any holy power to begin with than the power of belief. Belief could be a very strong thing.::
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 10-28-2002 06:46 AM:
"...And you will not fear him either."
What Zeta had felt now, at first, confused him. He could feel her fear, plain as day, see it in her eyes. He almost mistook that fear for Saharia fearing him. He realized soon after, however, that that fear was not meant for him, but for Sadar.
This, Zeta was sure, Sadar would expect, indeed. If Zeta had his way though, no such thing as fear would be made felt to Sadar.
If Zeta was anything like Sadar, as Saharia had said, then he knew what the man would be looking for.
"...He will feed off of your fear. To him, your fear will mean power to him. You must rid yourself of this fear while you still have the chance, later on, it may be too late.."
Zeta's gaze slowly fell to look onto the weapon that Saharia had set before them. Questions arose within his mind. He bowed his head and then asked, though his attention remained on the weapon.
"Who is he?...Sadar? If I am as much like him as you say I am, then why do you fear him?'
Zeta already knew, she didn't trust Sadar. One did not have to trust another in order for them not to fear them. He knew there was more than just not trusting Sadar that made Saharia so fearful of this man.
"Your fear must go. He wants you to fail, your fear can bring you failure. You must bring him the unexpected not the expected."
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Posted by Saharia on 10-28-2002 11:21 PM:
::Saharia looked at him for a long mement before looking out into the dark bleakness of space. He was muhc like Zeta so Zeta may know something she did not. Sitting down she began the story, knowing it was long but Darth Zeta, she had found, had patient ears. Saharia spoke for the longest she had for a long time, her eyes reflecting the memories she had left unsaid for so long. It was time to bring them out of the dust.::
He tutored me in the art of battle for eight years. Trusted him I did as much as I distrusted my sister. Never did I notice him and her becoming more than friends. I was wrapped up in training and in another man that was to become my fiance, life was looking well.
I was one of the council members, and during a certain summer I was chosen for warleader of a faction of the Ambrellian Army, I did not notice my masters silence...he had always taken care of that faction. He was getting too old in the armies eyes, foolish they were. He is never too old to do anything, a full thirty years ahead of my sister. He attacked the council and ran, but blood was found and we thought otherwise.
He felt betrayed, but I will not pretend I knew him well, no one ever did, not even his own brother. Three summers later I was outcasted from the council as a rebel, too many new dangerous ideas. They lived in old times and old times brings fake securities.
Sadar then joined ranks among our enemies those three years, along with my sister who has ever hated Ambrellians for a reason I know not of, she has ever hated being a hybrid of human and Ambrellian I believe. Marion was afraid of heights a well, but I know she glories in them now........
I had thought them dead, but they were not.
They organized slowly an army to attack the Ambrellian clans, but too late did I recieve news of this, and went to the council. Being an outcast they did not believe my story, so I took the army of whom I managed to convicne with much work and attacked as they came, but I was too late, they had come to the main village area of ours and killed most of the civillians and by the time our army had finished fighting they ahd gone to the capital of our clans city and started to wreck havok.
there was bloodied wings everywhere....Ambrellians bleeding to death. i had lead the army out of the captial because of my stupid pride and let these people die. There was one body I noticed and it was of my fiance, he was dead.
::She was silent for a long time, reflecting on those words. So many people dead because of one mistake, it seemed so wrong but it was truth. He had died because of her. Sighing she knew she had to continue her story::
I met with Sadar again, my master of battle and remembered the fresh anger of him attacking the council. I felt betrayed too but I still remembered my loyalty. He used that loyalty and for weeks I was lost in my own mind...mad...reduced to a raving lunetic that felt pain beyond pain. He was cruel. Cold.
And I learnt of his true nature his mind had hidden for so long...I learnt of my own weaknesses and fears. When he finally released me after four weeks, but seemed like decades.
Marion took the curtisy of cutting off my wings and announcing all the Ambrellians in my clan were successful wiped out and that they would move on to another...then another... I did not hear what else they said, my blood was losing and I fell unconcious and by some miracle survived. I have craved revenge ever since then, and fear, for I know Sadar could do it again. He trained me for eight years and knows my mind well, he also knows how much the sky meant to me and allowed that to be cut away from mine reach forever...that is something I will never forgive.
:;Her voice had become emotionless, too many emotions running through her system to come out, too many images in her mind until her eyes looked longing somewhere, and simmered with rage, with pain. She felt no emotion even though they showed, only numbness and the sharp thin sound of screeching in her mind. The screeching of sharp blades connecting together slowly Sadar had relentlessly kept up for days and days.::
That is why I fear him.
::Saharia said no more, felt like saying no more to tell. There was too much to tell.
Looking at zeta she watched him for a reaction, what would he think? What advice was there for no fear? Sadar had taken away all she held dear and more. Sadar would die one day. By who's hand she did not care, it was Marion she wanted her hands on, but she wanted him to pay for his crimes as well.::
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 10-29-2002 06:50 AM:
Zeta said nothing for a long time, letting the story that Saharia had told him, sink in.
Already the Zabrak knew of what he would tell her, and there was truth in his words.
"Your past...you can let go of it, but never will it be forgot. I did not know you then, but perhaps I know you a little now. You are not the same Saharia that took lead of an army so long ago. Time changes people. Do not think my words true? Your old Master, change became a part of him. He is not as when you first met him. The same, I am sure, holds true for your own being. He may know you, but he does not know everything there is to know about you. He does not know of the changes you have gone through, and he will never know, unless you tell him. You have nothing to fear from him."
The Zabrak paused, choosing his words carefully.
"With growth comes change, and you have grown. Part of you is already prepared for what will come, I know this because of one simple reason.."
The smallest of amused smiles crept onto Zeta's face, quickly falling away soon after.
"...You were going to venture forth alone. You know what will come and so does he. You seek revenge, but something says to me that you seek greater revenge from Sadar than you do Marion. Marion is just a small piece of the situation, she just has your wings. Ah, but Sadar, he has plenty more than your wings. He took much from you, soon you will get it all back..."
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Posted by Saharia on 11-04-2002 12:02 AM:
::The past, the present and the future. It all melded into one and shaped you. But you changed with each shaping, and as much as she had been molded, the years would have molded them both differently. She was different and had an upper hand in one way, as Zeta had pointed out, but he also had one hand upper as well with his own differences. This was a blind battle in one way and terribly familiar in another. There was no room for cockiness, and revealing it's nature, there was no room for fear.
She understood what Zeta was trying to say and laughed. She remembered the scarres well, she would use them as concentration not her fears if need be::
I will swallow it if I have to, we have things to discuss he and I. You seem to know much, your mind must hold many experiences and lessons. It will be good to have you in the fight.
::She checked the time for the arrival for Mon Calamari, still a long way yet. The ship beeped as another ship signalled for a response and she checked the message.
Enemy or friend?
Smiling coldly she noticed it had a paticular feel from it. No time to dally with them and this was not a battle field.
Niether. No harm intended. be you jedi?
Waiting for a response the ship made it's signal noise again.
Jedi, we require help. Our ship needs fuel, do you have any spare?
Saharia looked at Zeta and raised an eyebrow, she had no objections about it, her honour and belief code allowed friendliness towards those that followed lies when not in battle and she had spare fuel. But Zeta may have objections.::
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 12-07-2002 01:04 PM:
The only response the Zabrak gave was a grunt of sorts, which, although hard to understand, was part of his own language. Though the look on Zeta's face made what he was saying, not really all that difficult to understand.
He looked displeased, he would have snarled, but he was in Saharia's presence. He had respect for her, and that in itself prevented him from doing anything more.
"It is your call, Lady Saharia."
It didn't matter what Zeta thought, this was not Zeta's ship, but hers....
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Posted by Saharia on 12-16-2002 09:16 PM:
::Saharia nodded, noting his displeasement, but ignorign it as her own stubborness of what is right came into play.::
Your ship is larger, open the docks and I will fly the ship near it, and leave the fuel. Do not be making any tricks or I will follow the way of truth.
::She left the message and watched the large ship open it's docks, and fling closer to it revealed one A-Wing and one X-Wing. She let the ship near to the edge, and opened the ship door, watching it slide open as she openanother part another door to get extra fuel. Carrying it, making four trips, to the door she put it down and watched a jeid approach. Nodding her head in greeting she said nothing. The jedi nodded, sensing her as a darksider, and looked surprised.::
It is strange, a sith helping a jedi.
I am not a usual sith, Jedi. I follow the truth and prevail in it's justice o the battlegrounds, which this is not unless you proclaim it so,
I would not do that, thank-you.
::Saharia said nothing but nodded again in a farewell. Stepping away the door closed, and she moved away from the dock, looking at Zeta.::
they are also following what they believe to be truth and reality, and are enemies only on the battlefield. Many, such as those we are to meet, waste their lives on unneccassary hatred and it becomes a weakness.
::She could feel Sadar a little now. Three hours and it would be so. He wasted his life on hate, and she would use that against him, if it still stood as a weakness. In truth she felt a slightly out of balance, but she would survive another dance with death or go forever to his heart of eternity. She looked at Zeta curiously, he seemed such a mystery, and mysteries always intregued her, even if prodding inflicted pain on herself. In fact she rather enjoyed pain, which could be considered rather unhealthy. She relaxed a little and so did her speech, coming into a more natural form in which her mind worded sentences. A mix of the home language and the standard here.::
We all have our reasons for choosing the darkside, we all have our pasts, some who wish to keep them instilled in silence.
Stories interest mine mind, and histories much more. Much of mine time is spent collecting them. It always interest I what makes a person to follow their paths.
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 01-27-2003 11:44 PM:
Zeta could not hold back his laughter as Saharia's words hit him, amused at the way she spoke so carefully to him.
"Why not just ask me, Saharia?? You amuse me....Whatever you wish to know about me, simply ask."
His face went cold, his gaze settled hard on her.
"I do not care to play mind games at the moment."
Only when it suited him, it seemed to be different when it was being done onto him.
He narrowed his eyes even more, trying to decide if he wished to tell her the answers to her hidden questions.
He did not. For some reason, he enjoyed the thought of her not knowing all there was to know about him.
"...Perhaps another time. We will be arriving at any moment now. I am sure you must need some time to prepare for our departure from the ship?"
One hour later...
Saharia's ship had been docked twenty minutes earlier.
Saharia and Zeta had not said a word to one another since near reaching their landing. In a sick and twisted way, that only made Zeta satisfied. He liked seeing Saharia somewhat displeased.
He knew how much of a mystery he still was to the woman, and he would continue to keep it that way...for now.
He considered it pay back for her helping the Jedi.
The two stood now, just near the exit ramp of the ship, standing side by side. Both Sith seemed to look at one another at the same time.
She glaring at him, and he, remained expressionless, except for his amused laughter.
"...I said you could ask, it did not mean I was going to tell you what you wanted to know..."
The two exited off of the ramp...
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Posted by Saharia on 01-28-2003 12:02 AM:
::Saharia was careful around everyone, to her she could play games but didnt like it when others did. She kenw that wasnt right but it always seemed to come up to that and stubborness ruled. Saying nothing, showign nothing she walked past the shipyard guard, and when he saw her face decided not to ask for the credits owed. She thought that a very wise decision.
Worse off, she knew he was amused by it and that made her all the more displeased, and displeased meant someone would get hurt by the end of the day.::
They should be around. I can almost sense Sadar, he is here.
::She said nothing else, there was no need. Words were oft wasted. Plus she felt no need to speak to him right now until her rational side took over and she saw the big picture.
For the sake of it she put the anger aside for a few moments and smiled openly at Zeta before walking to the nearest information area.
It was petty but who said one had to be perfect. To her that would be boring.::
I dont like games either Zeta. I will not play if you will not.
I will not be made to look like a fool by an ally. For as much as one I a, others do not have to see.
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Posted by Darth Zeta on 01-28-2003 08:13 AM:
His words reached out to Saharia now as thoughts. Who knew where Sadar and Marion lurked.
I do not follow after fools...
That was all his words seemed to say, but his words suggested that she was not a fool.
He was surprised that she had already begun to see him as an ally, but he supposed that he was one. After all, he was here, for her cause, and not his own.
Perhaps not a fool, Lady Saharia, but what you do not have in foolishness, you do not lack in stubbornness...
He did not laugh this time, but his face did give off a small hint of amusement. he changed the subject.
Where shall we start our search?
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