Anilara Kadav

Face toward the ground, Anilara’s first feelings were of biting frost. Her nose recoiled as the tranquilizers wore off and she tumbled to the side to avoid crippling her face with the unbearable cold. However, the more she rolled, the more snow she found. It was tireless work and before long, Anilara abandoned her impulsive reaction and stood up to see whatever complications she faced. She had hoped to recover her children by now and return home to Sol, but the mission went sour and she ended up in a dumpster somewhere. Some drifter popped out of nowhere and hit her with a needle the size of her forearm. Before the retired Black Sun agent could respond, her motor functions broke down and she fell to the cold durasteel. Then, her next memorable moments were this… tundra. Anilara swallowed hard, brushing some snow from her short silver hair. It would not due to panic. Even if this did seem like a sadistic kriffing nightmare. Whoever’s sick joke this was, clearly had nothing better to do than to plop her here against her will. But, she could either consider existential platitudes, or she could get to work. Her hands worked their way to her blaster pistols, registering their functionality, and checked to see that her throwing knives were still in their sheaths. The mercenary looked out to the horizon and tried to figure out what was going on. A figure, kind of small, stood out in the snow. She also thought she could see a military outpost. Maybe this wouldn’t be completely bunk. ((1))

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ANSWERING MACHINE!!!?? GORRAMMIT! I'M DONE TALKING TO YOU!" Anilara's once pale face was now a fuming scarlet. The notable blood vessel on her head that pronounced itself when she was irritated, was almost full to burst. The silver comm link that glistened in her hand was an ironic testament to future technology and how, even if the technology of the age was state of the art, you could still have issues. "Frakking robot. How could Smash be gone? And what is he doing that he wouldn't bring some sort of correspondence? Clubbing with his wife?" Anilara was muttering in futile rage inspired rants that would go on for a few minutes at a time. Her flight had been relatively uneventful, but she was still caught up in the incident at her apartment. The only good thing from this trip was that she figured out that her kids had tracking chips implanted under their skin so she was going to check the database at Black Sun HQ to track them down. That, or she was going to track them, send a firing squad to their location and obliterate the kidnappers. Either one. She arrived on a normal shuttle craft to a planet three planets over and joined up with a Black Sun convoy on their way to the Dubrillion checkpoint. All in all it was fairly standard, but when she called Smash to get his assistance she wasn't given good results. The robotic answering machine consisted of a cooing female voice that was meant to soothe and incite patience, but the more she spoke, the more Anilara felt like punching the machine in the face. Anilara was dressed in her black jumpsuit and combat boots. She was ready for battle, even if she hadn't found one yet.

Addendum to Background: After a failed attempt at destroying Cloud City, Anilara went back to her kids on Coruscant. She had left them with a probationary sitter that she thought was a little sketchy, but Smash assured her she was reasonable for the money they paid. Whatever... A couple of years passed with Anilara at home enjoying some domestic trials like new mothers do, but right around her son's and daughter's fourth birthday, they were taken. One day after Anilara went out to get something from the local store, she returned to an emtpy apartment. The lock was sliced, things were tossed around everywhere and the children were gone. She looked around for any evidence or proof of what might have happened, but nothing could be derived from the mess that filled the apartment. It was chaotic and had no particular pattern. Where normal civilized people would get hysterical and start to cry Anilara - the mercenary - felt her muscles begin to tense one after the other. The muscles that she had been toning at the gym but hadn't used in combat for four years were tensing and the vein in the middle of her forehead began to pulse furiously. "When I find who did this, they will be pulp on the floor..." With that she quickly donned her civilian clothes, packed her duffle bag, loaded up her weapons and started out the door. She called Sol on his line to make sure he knew, but he had been so busy lately that she wasn't sure if he got the message or not.

After months of taking care of the children with Sol, I just had to get away from it all. Sol was a little miffed I was leaving without him, but I told him I would swap him later if he so wanted. I managed to procure a rather lucrative invitation to the Kat Nargal Resort and was not about to miss my weekend of luxury and relaxation, but some realization struck me as I was floating away from our humble space station home, built as an attachment to Sol's HQ at Fondor. I totally have a mission from Smash that I completely forgot about. I remembered, because I found the miniature seismic charges that Sol and I bought for the mission a few months ago. I remembered picking these models because they were bigger than time bombs and ran on remote detonators, perfect for the job I was tasked to do, but bigger didn't always mean 'better'. Still, something lingering in the corner of my mind kind of urged me to shirk this particular responsibility a little longer and go about my vacation, but I figured I owed it to Smash at least, for being away so long. So I retrieved my comm from the belt of my casuals and started phoning in a few favors from Black Sun agents and friends that I knew loved to get their hands dirty. It was only after I began assembling my disguise that I started plotting a course for Bespin though. It was an involved effort in all and I forwarded pictures of other disguises for the men to wear and grabbed one of the bombs that I noticed earlier, slowly realizing why I didn't like them. Each one of them was hefty. In fact, I could only really carry one at a time. So, my one question was, how exactly was I going to smuggle 4 bombs into Bespin? My mind was fleeting and my eyes sporadically danced about the cabin of my shuttle only to land on a handful of old baby blankets and a couple strollers. A wicked grin grew on my face and stretched from ear to ear as I did up my silver hair, grabbed a pair of thick rimmed black glasses and put on a white blouse followed by a sweater vest and a khaki skirt that went down only as far as my mid thigh. _____________________________________________ "Professor Fiora, what sites are we visiting on our field trip today?" Said a female Black Sun operative who was dressed in her casuals and holding onto a rather bulbous 'infant' covered in Serena's old green baby blanket. The metal shielding of the bomb was poking through, but none of the passing high society locals really noticed and if they did, the "parents" would all say that the shielding came on grant from their school on Corellia. It was to protect their children in a thick shell of metal, but provided ample ventilation for their breathing and hearing as well as visors to let them see outside it. Each pod was of course, "priceless' and thus not available for sale. However, if any Black Sun agent was questioned, they would show a card that in the end would direct any and all pedestrians watchers to another Black Sun agent established on Corellia, who was running a cover job for another associate's mission that was going on there. There were only a few altercations that rang to the tune of this explanation, but a few others ended in beaming parents that congratulated them on their child safety and the knowledgeable antics of their 'teacher'. Who, in their opinion, looked a little too attractive to be a preschool teacher. Our 'itinerary', was to visit one of the higher performing luxury casinos on one side of the city and have one of the 'families' or 'chaperons' break off from the group, complaining that their kids had made an accident and how their advanced tech was nothing compared to a good ol' fashion restroom. So the group in question would head into the restroom and discreetly set up one of the bombs under the floor tiles of the restroom and if it was durasteel they would take their time and attach a bomb in any position they could without them being seen. Then the Black Sun agents would go into the restroom stalls and prepare another 'child' using a metal canister that the agents were tasked to buy on their own salary. There was at least one more stop like this within the flying city's infrastructure and that was on the opposing side of the wide diameter the 'tour' was following in Port Town. My feet were getting really tired and I decided the next two stops would require some sort of turbo-lift or I was liable to just leave the city with only two bombs planted and/or shoot someone randomly to vent my pain. This was a problem though, because even though I wanted to hit the bomb positions carefully, I didn't really have access to any maintenance elevators and any attempt to access one without authorization would have been too suspicious. This particular issue was quickly solved though when one of the Black Sun Agents picked out a maintenance officer in the crowd and subtly 'removed' him from service and replaced him at his position near a rather nice turbo-lift that had been operating for years; it was refurbished with a chrome shine that was beautiful to look at as the entire group headed down and into the repulsor lift generators near the very bottom of the giant floating city. We walked through the array of generators with me making necessary/unnecessary gestures to each generator and recanting articles upon articles of information on these sites as if I were an expert on them myself. The maintenance people were suspicious of my activity, but as more and more male officers approached me with questions, the more I would 'unintentionally' pop a button in my blouse that was chosen based on the precariousness of its hold on my 'generous' assets. So, in the end, most if not all the male Maintenance officers were easy to sway, but a few female ones required more discreet measures of knowledge thrown at them and, 'we wont be long" or "we just wanted to take a small look". It managed to sate their curiosity enough as yet another team of 'chaperons' took a 'closer' look at one of the generators and installed a charge into the chassis enough so that it looked like it belonged and not so much that it looked like it was foreign. The men and I were given a decent amount of information on the repulsor and tractor beam generators that were holding this City aloft in the sky and although we knew our bombs wouldn't destroy all of them, considering the circumference of the structure, the center of the room being made of an incredibly solid class of metal and the fact that the generators were on multiple floors, we knew it would make a big impact and more than likely be remembered for days to come. Not to mention, the bombs would do serious damage to a good deal of the generators even if it wasn't all of them. They might even cut through the floors, but neither of the agents had really seen one of them go boom before so they didn't know. Once the bomb was placed on one of the repulsor generators on the center floor of the repulsor lift floor series, a similar process was employed on the tractor beam generators. It was a simple process, but one of the agents was spotted planting a bomb at the last minute. I quickly denied all ties to the individual while the other agents dispatched any and all witnesses before a quantifiable alarm could be raised. Then, when all the bombs were planted, all of us consequently gathered up our new fake 'children' and reconvened in the maintenance lift as it shot toward the top floor. We quickly redressed into casuals and once the lift rejoined the luxury and casino level, we spread out quickly and abandoned our metal casings in random dumpsters. It would take a little to reach the ship, but for insurance as to at least some destruction resulting from our efforts. I flipped the detonation signals of the last two bombs we placed and watched as the rumble of the bombs caused the populace to scatter. I sent a softly voiced comm to the crew that was now scattered throughout the Casino and Luxury Resort level that all of them needed to report to the ship as soon as possible.

There was a slight hiss as the decompressed air of landing sunk its way into the audible spectrum, and with it my feet out of the ship's side door. It took me mere moments to compose myself, but within just that time I managed to look like I was minding my own P's and Q's. I managed to land an unmarked shuttle into the main hangar bay of the Fondor space station, which in and of itself might not have been a big feat, but I seemed incredibly glib to do the entire thing without authorization. The act was so cavalier, but underneath my pale skin, emotions were running wild as was obvious by the avid chatter running through my mind. I tried to do my best to silence the clutter, but my excitement only intensified the voices. My silver hair was doing its best to stand on end as my anticipation mounted and I almost cemented the door guard's carcass to the ground when he held me up, asking for ID. I gave him my Black Sun badge anyway, using my best stony glare to press him to the wall, but that was only after letting him know that I could've pounded his ass into the durasteel floor. It was a small threat, but one I could tell stuck with the Bothan as he let out a small yelp and opened the door for me. I chuckled slightly as the meaningless force of mental violence held in the air when I left, but my interest was hardly sated as I moved slowly about the large cavernous facility and away from my prey. It was at that point though, standing feet away from the door guard, that I realized it had been a while since I'd been back at the Fondor base. Sol's office had been rather familiar and easy to find, for certain reasons that other employees weren't allowed to disclose under threat of death, but it didn't mean it was easy to find... "Shit... Where is Sohy..." I cooed lightly as a few passersby giggled into their hands. The small sounds weren't hard to hear and as if my head caught fire, I I turned my gaze slowly to meet theirs and pursed sharp daggers into their expressions, through my deep Indigo eyes, which melted their humorous resolve and led them swiftly away from my company. "You see? That is why you don't have any friends" I said to myself with an ironic smile that showed exactly how much I didn't care about the by-standard's feelings. +++___+++___+++ After about an hour of searching, I was on the brink of giving up. Sweat matted my hair and heavy gasps laid under the pace of my feet, but with the turn of a 'T' intersection, I neared what looked to be a large sign that managed to point me in the right direction. It was crisp upon the still air of the controlled environment, but I viewed it as a sign from an ill-be-gotten deity. Sheesh 6 miles of station and not one successful sign... You think people would get lost in here or something. Then I noticed something large and silver, moving on the side of the hall that looked like a sliding sidewalk. Damnit... I cursed to myself as my aching feet gripped the moving floor panels that took me all the way to Sol's office. If only I had thought of that sooner, I cursed once more as my hand hesitated at the security door before my own husband's office. My feelings for him both benign and ludicrously active were weaving around my tongue, strangling the words from my mouth even before I could open the door and talk to him. I was mortified by the gracious and lustrous greed that poured from my heart to a phantom Sol on the other side of the door, but I somehow accepted the crude gestures as a second nature now. The other side of me, the one that associated itself with terror and killing looked back at the metamorphosis that had occurred over the past few years and glared apprehensively to no effect. What am I now? Then, without further hesitation, I reached for the security panel, which accepted my DNA signature and went up to the office to greet my hubby.

(wrong alias)

((this is continuation from Black Sun thread)) I calmly agreed to go on this trip with Sol to see some carnage done, but something about me wanted to come for a different reason. Something in my nature changed slightly when I was following my past back to my previous life. I couldn't explain it, but I seemed to value life a little more. I was still me and I could easily kill someone if I wanted, watching their crimson gold of precious minerals run to the floor, but something about the appeal of the prospect lessened. It seemed one of the only reasons I came on this trip was to be close to Sol. So, seeing as how the ship was on autopilot I though I would sneak up on him keeping a quiet watch on things as he sat idly in the cockpit chair. I could see him around the little hatch in the back sitting as he did in his chair and like a snake I wrapped myself amongst the chairs quickly and quietly to avoid detection. Once I was within range, I tackled the side of the cockpit chair giving him a rather large smooch on the side of his face and hugging him tightly. "Hey babe" I said in his ear, "wanna fool around while the ship takes its bloody time?"

Anilara Kadav's Character Sheet Identity [!ident] Real Name: Anilara Starbane Kadav A.K.A: Ani Homeworld: Coruscant [previous Homeworld: Dantooine] Species: Human Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 33 Height: 5'6" Weight: 155lbs [muscular] Hair: A bright and fine silver, but crimson red at the tips. Length: her hair reaches the bottom of her rear when Ani is standing. [[ Now she tends to keep it in a pony tail, but it is still really lengthy unless she braids it. The kids sometime enjoy pulling on her braids when she holds them. ]] Eyes: Deep indigo Gender: Female Skin deformities or Marks: she has a rather large black dragon tattoo that starts with two dragon heads on the tops of her hands and wraps around her arms leading all the way to her back where the tails meet - bringing the tattoo together. (The tattoo has no significant meaning other than for personal adornment.) Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Casual Wear: Simple clothes; a pair of black leather boots with buckles across the middle, Soft black pants that hug her legs, DD bra, and a soft but flexible long sleeved black shirt. Combat Wear: in tribute to her fallen past life, Anilara has purchased a rather stylish, but practical black leather jumpsuit. The lines indicating the seams of the jumpsuit are indigo in color, but the jumpsuit is not customized. Along with the jumpsuit Anilara wears a black duster that helps keep her concealed weapons concealed. Weapon: Anilara keeps with her a set of throwing knives [approx. 5 in number. They are located in leather sheaths stored on her legs and arms; they are there for practicality, easy reach, and for the element of surprise.] And two blaster pistols [she has two hip holsters for these]. She also remembers to carry two thermal detonators with her at all times. Common Inventory: She carries a comm with her and around 300 credits. [[When she is at home, she carries extra items to accomodate her children like temperature adjusting pacifiers, sound dampening rattles, and several other emergency items like diapers.]] Faction Information [!factn] Non-Force User Alignment: True Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: Black Sun Current Faction Rank: Operative [inactive] History: [!hstry] Known Skills: Muscle Memory: Although she has only vague memories mentally of her previous life, Anilara carries with her a great deal of physical memory. Her body physically remembers every battle that Serena had been in previously and the entirety of Serena's mercenary training on Dantooine. It is as if Serena's physical being lives on without recollection of every iota of her past. Bloodlust: She has a thing for blood. When she sees it, her adrenaline rises and she is more aggressive. Background: The history of Anilara extends only as far as a broken down cloning lab on Coruscant. The history of her past life is of only a paltry matter to Anilara, but she respects Serena as is shown by her aesthetic tribute. Other than that though, little is known about the Black Sun operative except that she is now involved with the only person on Coruscant, or in the entire Universe that she gives a hoot about.

Painful Recollection... As my feet slowly trudged through the increasingly miserable purple fields, I could see closer the village that had been deemed my destination. It was a rather small, but civilized town. The entirety of it seemed to be of human inhabitants, but the population seemed incredibly poor. It seemed like a slum with its structures in dire need of repair and the people carrying themselves rather droopingly from one door to another in what appeared to be rags. The entire sight made me giggle slightly, but a small force within me struck my precious notions and brought with it a sense of nostalgic sympathy for the people of the village. It was a strange thing to recall for sure, but as the feeling grew stronger I could tell my metaphorically divine destination was even clearer. The arbitrary journey might yield answers; I just hope it would be more then before... Sunlight poured through the village bringing light upon a seemingly miserable world as I walked slowly through the street taking in the entire decrepit town with each glance. I could feel eyes groping my form as I moved further and I was almost to the point of firing at random bystanders when I reached a scorching pile of rubble... A dead end... Damnit! I fell to my knees and smashed my hands to the ground in frustration, sending a few looters scurrying, but as I kneeled in my furious tirade my mind was stricken with yet another vision. ::I could see the house before me as if it were real and people scattering around as if life had once been present. The previously ghostlike slum was replaced with a rather upbeat drum of a town and in the door of the building that replaced rubble stood two solid figures each smiling broadly with what looked to be an infant in there hands. One was a Zabrak female and the other was a human male. An odd compulsion came over me though as I looked upon the two... As if... as if I had to know them; I had to.... Mom? Dad? The odd epiphanic thought didn't bring glad tidings however. I could see my memories melting away and with them a proceeding series of tearing. I could see the red maned woman as she grew and heard her name multiple times through blurred whispers. I could see beating both verbal and physical and I could hear the young one's heart break as her parents ignored her. I could sympathize with the female, but as I looked on her pain became my pain and I wrenched for my head as I fell limp to the ground. The misery that grew of torment, of beating flooded my consciousness and left my mind reeling within itself. The pain managed to blur if not interrupt the image for a time, but as the image recovered I could see the girl as she reached adulthood. Her frustrations reaped upon her parents and her military training; my muscles pulsed with every arc of her arms and legs. With every fire of her artillery I could feel the lasers... It was a beautiful merge of lives within the cognitive image, but frustration still brought with it pain. Searing pain shot through me as I still felt her pain; her emotions were chaotic and as if I could control them the chaos died for only a moment as I could see the woman return to her home. She stepped readily through the doors as if she expected something and sure enough there was a hunter waiting for her at the premises. The hunter was inexperienced and his stance led to his quick downfall, but this red maned woman wasn't done with her journey... She raided the house for valuables and things of value only to her. Then, she ended her parent's lives forever. The next few actions happened within a blure, but I could still perceive her leaving a bomb in the main foyer of the little house and within the settling dust the familiar sight of rubble began to clear through my cognitive fog. I could start moving, but before the memory let go of me I could hear her voice... The same foolhardy spirit that sent me on this mission as it closed ever near me... This time however, she was whole... It was the red maned woman that I had seen in the visions that had been pressed upon my mind. She stood a little taller than me and rippled with only a little more muscle mass than I. She smiled idly toward me as if she had just seen an old friend, but her intentions were still unclear. "It's nice to know my clone didn't lose all my memories... and at least someone will remember Serena Irana..." The words came as cold as ice into the back of my mind as even more shot through my mind exposing the woman's life in full. I could see Deton, the Emperor, Lord Arpharazon, Atia, the Jedi Temple as it blew to smithereens, and last but not least the murderer himself... Slicer.... "You figured it out yet?" She said with a coy tone that seemed vaguely sarcastic, "You are me... You always have been. Just because I am gone doesn't mean I need to be gone forever. You ever wonder where you got the muscle power or gun arm you have?" she said with a smile, "I am glad to know that my clone managed to divert those I needed to off my path and I am glad you have found your own path, but it is always good to know where you come from." she said as the ghost placed her arm over my shoulder. "It is also nice to know you managed to move on and find someone to love. I had yet to do that and I am glad that something managed to happen. You have come far little one and as such I think it is my time to leave, but before I go..." she led off, her tone fading as the apparition faced me head on. She looked at me with her gleaming green eyes and without warning lept into my body. I could feel an eerie presence in me, as if parasites had made their home in my body, but I also felt awake for the first time. My fingers felt hypersensitive and through the epiphany I could at once feel like I had a place within myself. I knew who and what I was and from now on I could play my cards how I wanted without fear of anything.:: It wasn't then that I woke up however. I woke up to the sounds of a weequay picking at my corpse as if I had died on the street of the miserable town. With glee my hand shot toward a knife at my belt side and with keen interest I lept to my feet, separating the man's head from his body. It was the gore I missed and with the blood upon me, I cackled at his struggling torso as it fell to the ground. Then, when I had my fill of joy, I stepped on his body, walking towards the nearest starport. I felt for the first time like my life had meaning, but when the pain resurfaced I could only wonder how she coped. My hands once more clutched my head as I expelled the rather arbitrary memories from my mind and sat on my slice of public transportation. It was interesting now that I had control, but it seemed that Serena was there. I could hear her whispering to me as if her presence would forever remain. So I accepted it... I am she and she is I...

Well I might as well get this over with... I thought as the parade of purple horizon swarmed into my view. I could hardly stand the beauty of this planet; it's flowers and peaceful harmonic ties toward it's sun or suns were enough to cause me physical harm as I traipsed through the vast fields. I could hardly endure the gleam of light as the graceful night receded behind the ever brute that was the sunlight. However, something inside of me deeply longed for this place. It was a complex set of emotions that embraced my rather indifferent form as I walked through the grass, feeling the warm dew grasp at my brooding ensemble; my stomach clenching with both the thought of sickness and nostalgia. It was surely a sign of deeper meaning and as though the Nostalgic feeling were a being of its own, it began to grow as I moved ever further through the fields towards what looked to be a small village...

The Shuttle set down upon its designated rest spot on Dantooine, its thrusters coming to a peaceful resolution as they slowed into landing preparations, but I could not mimic the ship's own peaceful nature. My mind was spinning in its intense bout of troubling thoughts, full of furious yet incoherent rambling based upon the recent yet incongruous memories that rushed into my mind. It was hard to connect the destinations cognitively with no logical link, but it seemed the only even relatively logical place to resort to within the context was here on the planes of Dantooine... My mind had yet revealed to me my mission as I stepped out of the shuttle, the wind lightly blowing my hair into the wind, playing with the precious locks as if their precious metal sheen was not a minor false formality. Looking out towards the barren yet "beautiful" fields of Dantooine, I could see that this planet held with it a whole new array of unbearable circumstances to encounter on my trek. I could only guess what possible things awaited me on my collective path, but I knew it wouldn't just leap out at me... The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step...

I looked at the comm with a fairly odd expression as our employer made known his rather odd perversion, but shook it off as a male thing. I really couldn't justify exploding at him especially, when one; Smash controlled a legion of killers and thieves, and two; he also held my job above me. However, my mind was still tugging and beckoning my legs to follow. The memories that were flowing through my mind, were dull clouds compared to the vivid ones that had lingered before. I couldn't help but slide from the room, taking with me my curiosity and adventurous nature... "I'll be back hun... Tell Smash he's a bleeding perv! Heh. Meh, do what you want, I'll be back soon" and as the last words left my throat I blew Sol a kiss and hopped straight out of the sliding operating room doors. My mind was all a clutter as the vision passed through it once more and my drive to find out more led my feet to quickly pass throughout the entire complex to the hangar. I could feel chills rub timidly at my spine as I crawled into one of the ships, but even as my heart begged me to stay my conscience and knowledge begged that i pay this journey further attention.

"Hmm... Well it looks like Smash has sent us a comm hun. I think its time we get our butts in that direction..." my eyes went blank as an invisible hand stretched its length upon my consciousness. My mind became clouded, I couldn't think. It was almost as if I had entered a sort of sleep; my eyes were closed and my mind relaxed, but something was different. I could still feel my feet within the comfortable black boots which were practically cemented to the floor. Chills crept up and down my back and as if the metaphoric scene couldn't possibly reach a crazier point, I heard a voice calling for me within the cloud. An apparition of myself slowly stepped within the fog; the musty fumes breaking only as I neared further the query before me. What struck me as odd though, was the fact that nothing was there. Nothing solid or true stood before me and I could find no trace of the voice that had beckoned me further. My transparent limbs moved of their own volition toward no apparent direction, their hasty movements carrying me no further then where I started. It appeared as if I hadn't moved an inch, my feet serving an arbitrary purpose in this mysterious world and it wasn't until I heard the voice again that something began to make sense. As my head swiveled about, darkness that rivaled only the darkness of night masked my eyes, but I could see something else. A blood red strand pierced through the greasy black tendrils of the ambiance about me and only reacted when I started inching toward it. It seemed to liven itself and move as if it had a conscious mind. However, once I reached a point, it stopped and allowed me to complete my advance. The small image began to grow as I neared it, the blackness of the air about me creeping further and further back to reveal what appeared to be a full head of red hair. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, but interestingly enough it did appear just to be a head of hair. When I began to marvel over the floating toupee though, a pair of beautiful green eyes pierced the darkness as the hair had only a few seconds ago. Words escaped my breathless apparition without my control. I could barely read them, but as it was my apparition I knew what was said... ::Who are you?:: I said to the mysterious floating object... "I am what I am and as such of no concern to you..." ::Then why have you contacted me?:: "You must figure out on your own. If it is of your interest to figure out your past, go to where it all began..." With those last words the object disappeared without a trace, within a cloud of grey smoke that dissipated within the darkness of my mind within only a breath. Needles to say my curiosity was piqued. I couldn't help but feel obligated to Smash's orders, but something was holding me to what I had just seen. I sighed heavily, my shoulders sagging slightly as I looked toward the floor. There was a certain comfort at staring at the floor. A certain relaxation could be gleaned from the retreat, but my wayward eyes fleeted back to Sol's and looked deeply into them as I closed the distance between us and kissed him on the cheek, whispering in his ear. "Sol, baby, do you think you can handle the Gunshop on your own? I've got... I've got some place I need to go"

Needless to say I had expected something was different about him, but what he said about himself completely blew me away. My eyes had rested upon his the entire time to make sure he wasn't lying and by the time he was done I almost couldn't believe he was telling the truth. I wasn't mad however - I was a little jealous - but not mad. "Oooh so you were the one that shot that rocket on Kamino. Now, that came from your arm? Interesting" I said as I put my cup of Caf on the bar and messaged his arm. I felt his skin beneath mine and the rough muscles as they protruded through his skin. I could feel some discomfort in his demeanor because he wore it upon his face and I, despite my height, tried my best to raise his head at the touch of my left hand. I looked at him with my own snide reassuring charm. "Don't be so down Sol, I'm not mad, because you are still you even if you are manipulated. In fact, knowing that you have a lot of endurance may help me later." I said, winking slightly as I walked away. I sat back down in my seat carefully and crossed my legs left over right, keeping my eyes trained on Sol. "Now, are we suppose to just wait here? Cause ... I'm bored"

I was impressed slightly that Sol was able to carry me the distance, but I already had the feeling there was something unreal about this man. He had shown me consideration that no other man had before. Also, something about him kind of felt odd, cold and different. I hadn't the initial qualms about it especially since it didn't really effect his morals or my love for him, but now that we were done I was rather curious... When he had cleared the distance and poured me a drink, I looked him in the eyes and smiled. As he took a long sip of his drink, the glass barely reaching his lips, I asked, "Is there anything you aren't telling me Sol? Not that I expected something to be different, but something was done to you while Smash took you underground and Angelina took me to train. Right? ... What was it?" I kept my eyes upon his and took one long drink of the nourishing drink set before me. The taste of its juice only supplementing my previous pleasures and heightening my joy.

"Oh, he's the one that sent me here... Not that I didn't necessarily feel like following int he first place at the time." I said kind of receding my chin into my chest and blushing slightly. He brushed his lips over mine and sparks flew within my mind. It was a rather small portion of the feeling that had been floating around my mind for the time, but it was still lovely. As we parted, a bit his bottom lip tentatively dragging it with me for a time, but letting it go before it hyper extended. Feeling rather tired, I yawned in no certain direction, watching as Sol commed Smash. I listened through his speech, but as he dictated through the little machine I shifted so my legs were hanging over his left side, my butt was on his thighs, and I put my arms around his neck. I watched as his mouth moved and I fiddled with his hair a little bit, smiling as I curled the long black hairs covering his face. When he was done I leaned my head on his shoulder and squeezed him lightly. "Why yes, I would like something to drink... How about some water... Or some nice cold Caf would be nice."

My eyes glinted in the light as it turned back on and although I was back inside my clothes I still felt a bit flustered. I could still feel the pleasure; I could still feel the utter liberating feeling that had been granted to me by Sol. I shuddered slightly where I stood, and turned back to Sol as he looked up into my eyes. There was no awkward pause, there was no jittery motions and there was no twitching this time, but our eyes met. It was like the meeting of two hearts entwined and through the darkness of our passion came some light to my proverbial black heart. I could feel it beating rapidly as I moved closer to him and once he had fully dressed I jumped into his lap. I wonder if my previous life had ever felt like this? It was a sudden yet practiced motion as I landed carefully on his lap and kissed him on the cheek. "It was incredible... Now, I think it would be wise for us to call Smash and see what he wants us to do. I know there are some things he ordered you to do here, but I get bored easily and I don't think I would like just sitting here and waiting for things to build." I said as I looked into his eyes within a few inches of his face, my freckled face of innocence looking into his. Instinctively a bit at him and smiled, but could not explain why. My subconscious was a force to be reckoned with, but due to my present involvement I am not entirely opposed of it.

I romped in the beautiful feeling of the moment as pleasure pranced upon my lips, so much pleasure, reaching the breaking point upon my consciousness that my head nearly popped. had I really been so ignorant? What would this do to my reputation? I didn't care... It just felt so good. My hands instinctively groped for his greasy black hair and I gripped the strands tightly, pulling in a teasing manner with one hand while caressing the back of his head with the other. My eyes closed as the scene played behind them, red hot fire burning into the back of my lids as I slowly began to finish my kiss. The one act that had seemingly taken hours, the passion flying the time by with its red wings composed of heart strings. As I pulled steadily away from Sol my eyes casually reopened and looked straight into his... I carefully leaned my head to the right of his and let words fall from my mouth in a slow whisper, "this will be our little secret, ok?". With those last words I returned to his gaze and my mood began sharpening back to it's normal fire. My feet guided me away from his chair and to the door of his office. I manually locked the door to avoid any intruders and, smirking, carrying myself in a rather cocky swagger back to Sol's chair, I pushed the button on his terminal to turn of the monitor and cameras that had been trained upon this room. No records, no interruptions, no stopping me from what I wanted... Something that seemed out of my reach for so long became readily available and for what seemed an indiscernible amount of time I shared what seemed to be the best part of my existence with a man that had given me something no man ever had before. Not that I had been around long enough to see more than that, but this man was still enough to give me pause. Once we were done I told Sol to never mention it to anyone or I would make sure that he wouldn't be able to enjoy that act with anyone else... Even if I died...

I watched with enthusiastic glee as the laser blast made contact with its destined target. The beam of harsh red light making its piercing burn upon the fragile structure of the perverted guard's body, releasing a large amount of crimson fluid that drove me bat crazy. The reaction was subtle this time, but was not lost upon my expression as a small spark streaked through my already anxious expression... Under my breath I muttered towards the man in disgust, but I felt kind of awkward. My body was still under the constraints of its awkward conflict, but with the addition of this new feeling it was rather hard to bear as I swiveled my head back in Sol's direction... I sat in a rather unpleasant posture and barely flinched as others joined us in the room, even if their job was merely for the purpose of disposing the miscreants. My eyes were finding it increasingly hard to dodge their mark and while the target of my attention seemed obvious, I tried with all of the might I could feasibly muster to avoid it. Needless to say, I was failing miserably as small spots of sweat materialized on my forehead. Once Sol had told me that we were going to be here a bit with no certain time allotted, something inside of me told me I should ask him something. I looked deep into the man's eyes for moments of silence, letting the memories of his kindness fill me and although my heart of darkness beat upon the pulse of bloodshed and gore, it had been the first time that I had ever felt it beat irregularly for purposes beyond my control. No one had ever been kind to me before; no one had defended my honor as he had and although I had a similar large feeling to punch the man in the face, I had an even bigger feeling to do something that I might regret... Feeling heavy upon my feet I began to slightly move toward Sol as he resumed his other activities. My heart was flipping around in my chest and nothing could help what happened next as I spun Sol's chair around and through once single act consummated my desire for him upon the man's very lips... Sparks flew through my mind as the gentle but sensual feeling of the moment blew through my mind like a raging torrent of heated passion. (( - So, you may kiss back, but as per site rules - not too riskay ))

"Nothing special" I responded quickly with no real discretion as to the statement. My tone was of neutral character and my gestures were rather centralized. I remained upon my jaunt around the room, but once I had taken in everything there was to see I couldn't help but stop and look at Sol. My continued walk around the room couldn't really be justified so my body resigned to stay still and look deep into the man's eyes. For a brief moment I had noticed the other guard at the door reaching for his gun and preparing to shoot me, but in the same fluid motion that had been formulated just seconds before I had raised my pistol once more to my sights. I looked straight in his direction down the barrel of the now raised blaster pistol and lashed him through cruel intentions, "You put that gun down soldier or you shall be joining your friend on the floor. I hear the Durasteel tastes real good with your own blood coating it." The guard's face turned white with terror as he resumed his position and set his rifle back in a comfortable position. Now that that question had been subtly answered, I turned my head back to Sol and paused for a moment. Just then my body went in three different directions, splitting my mind and causing my body to react rather awkwardly. My hands were searching for a chair while my mind was trying to avoid thinking about him. However, the biggest player out of the three was my heart that seemed to be pounding rapidly, which ultimately caused me to move in a rather shaky fashion. It was an uncomfortable feeling and I didn't really enjoy it at all. After the precedent was set by the first three body parts, the rest of my body decided to follow as my head began to feel light and my knees felt like buckling. I managed to find a chair after a few minutes, but it still didn't really help my shaking. I didn't dare speak as this was happening, for fear of what might come out and it was at this time that my mind tried valiantly to once more direct my gaze in a different direction.

I knew from the moment I had stepped upon the metal padded entrance of this floating metal monster that I would be greeted by someone, and lead like a little girl to Sol, wherever he was, but I never knew it would be so lewd. I had been walking and waiting for a few hours throughout the large installation, checking the technical manifests, the blueprints, the maps and overall just looking curiously upon my surroundings and scoping any and every workman that passed me by. I suppose my obvious outward actions expressed a since of dislocation, but in no way did my thoughts read as if I were lost. It must've seemed like something was wrong though for the man that had greeted me proceeded to do so as if I were a little girl. "Hello miss, would you like an escort to the fine leader of this here space installation?", he said in a rather condescending tone, his smooth dialect slapping me across the face and sending my blood into a boil. Harmless words to be true, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl and then I saw it. Like a rocket my hand flinched for my waist and flipped out a blaster pistol that within seconds was positioned only inches from the man's face. "You better watch where you're staring bub, or we are going to have serious problems. Now, cut the crap and let us be on our way..." I said with absolute seriousness lacing my every word, and the very nature of irritability painting a picture upon my face. The man had just started to lead on as I agreed to follow, but he seemed to be stifling something as he walked. He carried his head forward most of the time, but I got the feeling he could see more of me then he was letting on and in a flash I went from feeling secure to exposed. My hand reached out quickly for the man's shoulder and spun him around. "Oh, and if I see your eyes on me, or hear anything audible that lends me proof of your perverseness... this blaster pistol will be the least of your worries!" I finished, carrying the man's scrunched jacket within my palm. His head was now sweating profusely as he looked into my purple eyes. I had been told once that my Indigo ovules were beautiful yet terrifying and only now could I realize what they meant when they said it. From a distance my eyes seemed to accentuate beauty, but if anyone ever got close enough to examine them; to take in every fleck as my eyes gleamed with the light of any and every ambiance they were put through, it was typically right after or right before their dying breath. After I let him go, the man seemed to become a bit more business savvy as he sped his pace, trying not to stare. The respect was welcoming, but I knew it waned on a thread. Eventually we navigated to the control room within where Sol was situated and amongst the complex computers and controls he sat. I looked at him with a vague sneer, but my subconscious was roaring wildly in my head, sending slight ringing noises into my ears. So, to mask my discomfort, I took no time in spending frivolous conversation with Sol. Instead, I looked around the room at everything in it - readouts, computers, transmitters, etc - despite the fact I had no idea what any of it did, for the purpose of avoiding eye contact. The only words I said to Sol were, "Hi... what is it we are supposed to do here?" and then I quickly returned back to loitering around the room. Through the corner of my eye though I noticed the guard rejoin his friend and chuckle under his breath. A comment escaped his lips and he must've thought I couldn't hear it, but as soon as he said, "yes her chest is tha-", my hand had flipped out my blaster once more and this time at the apex of the trick it shot out three shots directly into his head. The guard stood, looking at me with a bewildered expression for the few seconds before he plopped to the ground, but all I could say was... "I told you so...".

A ship carrying and addition of Black Sun construction workers had arrived slowly, the transit to the space station coming in nice and carefully. The docking process had yet to be completed, but everything was going smoothly. All the docking preparations had completed and the sequence had begun its synchronization. A soft hissing noise emitted as the vacuum of air was sealed from the bodies of men and women that could've been sucked out into its cavernous like expanse and when the passage had finally been complete people began to poor out of the transport at great speeds, masking one passenger who seemed out of place. I walked by the crowd of people sneering as they closer to me, their smells only enhancing the headache that had been brewing within my cranium for the past two days. The pain was aggravating as I walked, each step matching each pulse of pain in my head as it bobbed. The magnitude was not nearly that of a migraine, but it was very close. Once I had finally made it through the metal thoroughfare though, past all of the swarming people, I managed to navigate through the station quite well. My headache remained composed during my exploration and as such brought me a keener focus and a clearer mind, not so filled with the blurry cloud of pain that it wrought. I approached what looked to be an interesting looking Black Sun operative, his head was kind of skewed; his eyes were two different colors, and asked exactly where the dormitories were. The lumbering oaf of a man looked at me admiringly, ogling my chest until I slapped him extremely hard in the face; I slapped him with the force to throw the large man into a spinning frenzy, but in the end I still got my answer. The man had soundly collapsed, however his finger feebly pushed up and indicated a direction that lead to where I had intended, whereupon I thanked him and soundly slapped him a second time. As I moved down the hall in the indicated direction my breaths synced with my feet and I passed through yet another few meters of metal hallways eventually managing to find the dormitories. They seemed relatively new, probably due to the recent construction, but that didn't stop them from looking uninhabitable... Oh well, I thought to myself, to each is own home I guess. My thoughts echoed my hands has they felt the dust upon the room I had chosen, surprising even after it had been freshly furnished. I plopped the few pieces of baggage that I brought with me, since they really were only a couple pieces of clothing, down on the nearest flat surface. However, already feeling the rooms clouded and strikingly pungent influence, I made through the station to hopefully find the "Steward of Fondor" as it were... I couldn't help but laugh at that name...

Minutes of relaxation passed breathlessly before me as my woes melted away. My skin felt soaked with the water that had purified my mind of its corruption. I felt no moral indignation, but my mind had taken the will of myself away from me and granted it to a hand I could not control, therefore I felt it was the problem that needed to be solved... As I stood looking upon the graceful tempest before me, Sol seemingly approached me from behind asking a somewhat innocent question. In any other context I might've wanted to bust his brains away for asking an obvious question, but my mind was occupied, and my heart soaring through the chaos of world's atmosphere about me. "I am... Alright", I said sort of slowly as I renewed my pace toward the ship, "However I think we have stayed her long enough" I finished with a slight sigh... I took one more look out at the horizon as my indigo eyes sparkled with a dazzling hue, then I hopped into the co-pilot seat of Sol's ship and waited for him... ((so I am going to be gone for a bit and wanted to help us get off Kamino, you can post us leaving and arriving wherever it is we need to))

Through the chaos of my feelings, something I had never felt like before, I had entirely forgotten tempest that awaited us outside. The pangs of water greeted us as we exited the complex and with their cooling touch washed away my chaos. Through their chaotic symphony my mind was put to rest as I enjoyed once again the rain's rather rough grip upon my face, hair, and body. the frigid drips like warm knives cutting through the very pain in which my mind suffered. By now my clothes were no doubt soaked through, but it didn't matter to me. It was but a passing interruption compared to the relief pouring through my consciousness as the cool Kaminoan air blew swiftly through my hair drawing each silver thread into the air... My purple eyes lighting up as the lightning crashed to the already raucous waves upon the Kaminoan surface. The storm drew my body from its pursuit of the ship and instead pushed myself to stop and gaze upon the spectacle. My arms crossing together and grasping each other as if to anchor my body to the ground.

It felt awkward, the feeling between us as we stood within an encapsulated area. Our bodies close together after what had transpired felt increasingly unpleasant. The humidity of the air became more apparent as I felt drops of sweat begin to pour from my skin, my eyes remaining planted upon the metal of the turbo lift's grey floor of respite. The walls growing increasingly close to me as I stood stock still and said nothing. My eyes cursed a glance toward the lights indicating the level of the building, their vigilant journey defying the mundane task by which they were put forth. Parting from the peaceful company of the floor, my eyes met the console only to see that even the floor numbers had slowed to a crawl... My thoughts screamed for the Elevator to just stop and spit us out. The feelings were becoming unbearable. Not wanting to watch the miserable numbers crawl past my view, I looked straight back down to the floor, refusing to acknowledge the existence of the other person with me; my face remained flushed, transfixed among the subtle contours of the surface of the turbo lift. Sol's form had slowly moved from my peripheral vision, but an image of him kept popping through my thoughts as my mind played back what happened again and again, as if it had some sick desire to cause itself emotional angst. The strike relief of the enclosed space, revealing a place bigger and more hospitable, came as almost a surprise to my system. However, it seemed as though my feet knew of the fleeting doors before my eyes had seen them, because my feet seemed to propel themselves forward without any indication of letting up until I had reached the ship...