Vernza-Torrah

[ObliviousKnight]

Armiena gulped and stammered as she tried to respond. "I..." Again, she swallowed, and her voice was unusually breathy when she finally found her voice. "That would have been a 'yes.'" Slightly surprised at her response, her cheeks warmed and gradually deepened in color. However, as there was no one here to enjoy the myriad shades her face apparently could turn, she cared little for her own signs of embarrassment.

 

The young woman shifted slightly in Slaanesh's arms, so much the better to kiss him...

[Alora]

Alora grinned at him, watching as he dealt with the beast and feeling his anger, his feelings of power surging through him.

 

"You've only half completed your task Zad."

 

She placed both hands on his face, drawing him in to kiss him hard on the lips. Alora pulled back, releasing him and turned to head back to the temple.

 

"Bring the beast back to the Temple, once there you will begin the next part of your task."

 

She kept walking, not waiting to see what his reaction was to her... request.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken smiled to himself, as Alora kissed him. He noticed how angry Zad was becoming about the attention that Alora was giving him. He couldn't tell how Raxeon was feeling but Draken had an idea that he was a bit jealous as well.

 

So he bowed low again, then stood back to his feet and turned to walk toward the palace and the training grounds.

 

Once there he went straight to the training room simulator, where he accesed the programs. Searching through the programs, he looked for a training program that would teach Makashi. Soon though he found the program that would teach him the basics of the second form.

 

 

He set the program to begin and walked to the center of the training ground. Draken watched as a hologram of Count Dooku appeared in front of him. He stared for a moment, before the hologram spoke. When it did this was what it said.

 

"Makashi, the second form of lightsaber fighting, is a complex style in which the user uses little effort to parry other attacks as well percise movements to attack someone else. These are some of the moves that this form requires."With those words, the hologram demonstrated some of the first moves of Makashi.

 

Then a holographic opponent appeared armed with a vibro-sword. Quickly Draken got into the ready position that the hologram had shown him,and drew his sword preparing for the attack. Quickly the hologram attacked him and he began to first practice parrying the attacks, since he figured his anger would do him no good in his attacks unless he didn't know how to block and parry.

 

He practiced this for about a hour, before switching to attack mode using the attacks shown by the hologram. Tis he also practiced for another hour before switching to both attack and defense to battle the hologram.

 

Up and down the room, they battled as he used all of the basics that the program had shown him. Suddenly an idea came to Draken and it was that Dooku used feints to confuse his opponents as well as to slip them up. So Draken feinted to the left, then midway through moved to the right twisting his wrist as his sword removed the holograms head.

 

[Zadkiel]

As if the foundation of his mighty skyscraper was knocked out from beneath him, Alora's words hit him pulling him out of his ecstatic mind set. He shrugged it away, a minor frown setting upon his face, and moved towards the beast. He clicked his tongue, standing over it. He was a bit irritated at such a task, and why she wanted him to do it was a curiousty as well.

 

"This beast is a waste of life...but then...so is Drakken and that other boy"

 

With the aid of the dark side, fueled by his irritation and pure loathing of the other two he hoisted the beast up as best he could and began to make his way after Alora.

[Alora]

Again she felt his anger as his ego was deflated. She knew she had created much competition between her three boys and it gave her a further sense of power. They were vying for her attention already.

 

When she and Zad arrived back at the temple she turned towards him, favouring him with a smile and caressing his face.

 

"That beast you carry. It is your meal. You will eat every last portion of it, including drinking it's blood. Enjoy your meal Zad."

 

She left him to it, seeing that her other two were busy about their tasks. She headed back onto her ship for the time being, showering and changing into a fresh set of tunic trousers and shirt. She went to find her apprentices, watching Draken for a moment as he finished one of the simulations. She dropped a training saber onto the floor of the training room for him. Without giving him any warning she threw him across the room with the force.

 

"Grab that saber with the force. Fight me"

[darth shadowlord]

Draken quickly rolled as he hit the floor, looking up to see Alora drop a training saber onto the floor. Standing back up he grasped a hold of the force and called the saber to him.

 

The saber rattled for a moment, then shot into his hand. Draken twisted his wrist around for a moment to check the saber's weight and balance, then bowing to Alora he drew the saber up to his face in salute. Then he assumed a comfortable ready position.

 

Watching Alora do the same, he waited till she saluted him before he attacked her. First striking out with a left cut, he watched as she lightly brushed it aside, so he struck again. This time feinting right, then going left, he tried to cut into her flank but her sword was there parrying his again.

 

This time as Alora parried his attack she countered with a quick blow to his left shoulder, sending tingles down his arm. Draken whipped his sword back into the ready position, preparing for Alora's attack again.

 

He didn't wait long as she came at him in a flurry of blows that he reconized as a more advanced form of Makashi. As she pressed the attack, Draken began to be forced back toward the wall. As he backed toward the wall, he noticed that she seemed to favor her right side.

 

Calling upon the force, Draken turned Alora's attacks back then countered with a quick blow to left, however she parried the attack like he had thought she would. Draken had prepared for this and kicked out with his left foot and knocked Alora's legs out from under her. At the same time, calling on the force and pushed her across the room.

 

 

 

[Alora]

((Don't post your opponant's actions in a duel - training sabers are like regular sabers only they are not as powerful - they will burn and hurt like hell if they hit you but won't sever a limb.))

 

For the sake of not maiming her apprentice to badly she was also using a training saber. She wanted to test him to his limits, not maim him. She ignited the blade, saluting him and prepared to test his skills.

 

She easily parried his attacks leaving scorched marks on his robes where she lightly touched him. She was using control not to strike him hard, keeping her contacts light for the moment as she tested him. She would increase strength of her blows as they went on.

 

As he kicked out his left foot, Alora counted him, his foot not meeting his target from her swift movements to avoid it. As he used a force push, Alora grinned at him, letting the movement work though not as he would have wanted. His strength with his force push not enough to move her far.

 

"Getting cocky are we slave. You'll have to do better than that"

 

She sent him flying backwards into the wall, following it with a calculated set of flurrying movements of her blade. Her blade struck low this time striking his leg alittle harder than she'd previously done, this one hurt alittle more. She wanted to feed his anger.

 

Blades clashed again Alora adding another distraction - the hint of pheromones - taunting her apprentice...

[Zadkiel]

((I'm lazy..next one el'be better..))

 

Zad clicked his tongue in slight disapproval. He was never one to just...eat raw meat. He wasn't some rabid animal or beast like a wookiee. Never-the-less he wouldn't disobey, so he continued onward carrying the carcass inside. He made his way through the hallways and towards one of the training rooms.

 

He dropped it down onto the ground, hearing a slight crunch of bones as he did, and moved towards the wall to pull one of the blades down. It wasn't really a skinning knife, but it would do. He set to work skinning it and butchering it, taking a good couple of hours to do it all. He had successfully caught the blood in containers by layering the floor in plastic with it slightly tilted in one direction, forcing it to flow towards the container.

 

Zad picked up the first piece of meat, despite having drained the blood it still held some within it when he bit into it. It wasn't the best thing for his health, but he would be fine. In between bites he called in a servant and instructed them to bring him a fur coat that matched the beasts coat. He filled a goblet with the blood of the animal and drank it as he ate away...steadily getting closer and closer to his goal...

[darth shadowlord]

Draken swore as he hit the wall, then was slashed in the leg by the saber, causing him to swear again.

 

He could feel his anger building because he couldn't get past her defenses with the saber. His humilation at being thrown into the wall further increased his anger.

 

Finally he had had enough, so he let his anger rise to the surface as he brought some of his memories to his mind. Chiefly his hatred of the jedi as well as his the irritation at Zad and his arrogance. Focusing all of these emotions he grasped a firmer grip on the force as he let his anger lead his moves.

 

With his anger in the forepart of his mind, he took the attacks and turned them, so that he began to attack Alora with a flurry of blows. At the same time, calling upon the force to strenghten him. Draken began to fight like he had never fought before.

 

Each of his moves were picture perfect, each cut placed percisely where he wanted them. He finally found an opening in Alora's guard, as he brought the saber down on her wrist. Then quickly bring the saber back up, he moved to the left side and scorched a line into the shoulder of her robe as he brought the saber across her shoulder.

 

He followed this up by diving low and bringing the training saber down the side of her right leg. This done he lept backward to see what she would do next.

 

 

 

[Alora]

She grinned, feeling his anger growing. She could also feel Zad beginning his task - and feel the disgust behind him having to eat a raw creature. He would learn. She increased the pheromones more, letting Draken get the scent of them. Once Raxeon had studied his form she would throw this training saber at him and let the two apprentice's go at it.

 

She found herself on the defensive, her blade meeting his down low to prevent him striking at her leg. When he leapt back from her she just grinned at him, waiting for the effects of the pheromones to kick in. She began to move more sensuously between her movements with the blade as she moved closer to him again with a flurry of crimson streaks.

 

((when Raxeon posts, Alora's blade will be thrown at him - he is to catch it and take over))

[darth shadowlord]

Draken raised his right eyebrow as he watched Alora saunter toward him. As he watched part of his mind wandered from the combat at hand and wandered back to all the times, he had seen Alora looking at him at the corner of her eye. Then how she had kissed him several times.

 

These thoughts distracted Draken as he tried to block her attacks but to no avail as attack after attack singed his clothes. Soon his emotions were so messed up that he could hardly fight.

 

[Slaanesh]

Slaanesh laughed as he looked at the chair. He turned over, pulling her ontop of him and began to trace patterns over her back with his fingernails. A tingling sensation accompanied it as a tattoo branded her his Champion. It was similiar to the one he had given Alora only not as painful.

 

"Rest Champion. You may return to where you belong any time you please. Likewise you can return here."

 

He knew she was wanted elsewhere.

[ObliviousKnight]

Armiena was asleep almost before Slaanesh finished speaking, she was so exhausted. In the throes of her temporary unconsciousness, she barely registered strong arms carrying her form onto a soft mattress.

 

An indeterminable amount of time later, Armiena woke up. Before the young Jedi Knight waited a set of white robes that perfectly matched the design of the robes of the Jedi. As she slid into the garment, she noticed that the fabric turned yellow and pink when the light reflected off of it at certain angles. Raising her eyebrows at whatever feat produced this effect, Armiena began to leave the room... then noticed that her lightsabers and vibroshiv were also waiting for her.

 

Slaanesh was definitely correct; Armiena was needed at Coruscant, if only to make it known that she wasn't among the deceased at the Memorial. She strode through the magnificent hallways of the temple towards the hangar, where a variety of craft lay waiting for someone to use.

 

The Jedi Knight chose a black Baudo-class Star Yacht. It was an elegant craft, and its curves gave it an almost organic appearance. Although lightly armed, Armiena hoped that she would have enough luck with this craft that she would be able to modify it into a vessel capable of war.

 

A few minutes after take-off, the swift freighter entered hyperspace.

[Zadkiel]

Zad had been sitting in the same spot for some time, attempting to complete his task. It was a lot harder then he thought. The taste and texture isn't what made it so bad, it was the fact he had never eaten this much in his life and it would be hard to eat to much more. He had already drank most of the blood down, using it to help the meat go down easier.

 

His mind drifted away from the present, towards Drakken and Raxeon. Neither of them deserved to be trained by Alora and quite frankly he believed neither Drakken nor Raxeon deserved to be called a man, servant, or anything else. He called out to the thick presence that swelled around his body, commanding it to help him complete his task. He took bite after bite of the raw meat and polished off the last of the blood. Before he realized it he was finished with all of it, the only thing left was the faint trace of crimson stains on his hands and around his lips.

 

He chuckled and stood up, moving for his chambers. He needed to clean up and find the servant he had ordered to go get that coat. It didn't take long for the young man to move into his room and then into the refresher, cleaning himself up completely.

 

Once finished he slipped into a set of lightly colored robes and made his way into the hall with no real direction in mind. Zad idly wondered about the temple, his task done he would come upon Alora or someone else soon enough.

[Alora]

Alora took advantage of how he was affected by the pheromones, her blade touched his robes, burning through them strategically so that he was only left with his trousers on when his outer robes dropped away. She smirked at him,

 

"That's easier on the eyes. Come for me slave, attack me. You know you want me. What are you prepared to do to have me?"

 

She could feel that Zad had completed his task, her words loud enough to reach him down the corridor. If Raxeon didn't come into the training room soon, she would throw the training saber to Zad instead. She wanted to watch how they reacted to each other now...

[Zadkiel]

Zad paused in his tracks, hearing the faint echoing voice of Alora. A smile crept onto his face at first, but it was quickly wiped away when he heard all of her words. A flare of rage crossed his face, leaving just as quickly as his smile had. He began to move at a brisk pace towards her voice. he turned the corner only to see Drakken standing there with nothing but his trousers on. His eyebrow raised slightly as he looked between the pair.

 

"Did I interrupt something...Mistress...."

 

He was unable to hide the venom in his voice, but it wasn't directed at Alora...no no...it was directed at Drakken. He felt the power of the force swell within his chest, or perhaps that was something else. Either way he couldn't be too sure as he lay his oddly colored eyes upon Alora waiting for her response.

[Alora]

Alora smirked at Zad as he wandered in. She shut down the training saber she was currently using and threw it to him.

 

"Not at all my slaves... I feel your anger, use it... fight each other. I feel your conflict..."

 

She looked appreciatively at Drakken's bare chest, liking what she saw. She loved to surround herself with good looking men. Alora stepped back towards the wall, leaning against it and watching the two men as they eyed each other off.

 

"The winner will get a special ... prize... I will let the winner name what he wants of me..."

 

She smirked again, watching as it registered with them both...

[Zadkiel]

Zad's face erupted into a devilish grin. His eyes took on a mystical property as he looked over the hilt in his hands. He ran one hand over it, never had he actually been able to hold a lightsaber...muchless use one. He moved his hand back and forth for a few seconds getting used to it. Then he gracefully slipped his hand over the activation switch.

 

Snap, hiss

 

"Music to my ears...."

 

It was an near weightless blade, one that would take a slight bit of getting used to, but time was not on his side. The anger within him still leapt up to the surface licking at his flesh as a fire would. He trusted in his grace and skill with weapons. He would succeed and not only succeed, but impress Alora.

 

The young man called the force unto him, allowing it to fill his every nerve and tendon, greatly improving his reaction time and dexterity. He lightly pressed the saber to the tips of his robe and ran it down his shoulders barely above his flesh. The shirt dropped to the floor revealing his freshly cleansed chest. The light caught a bit of the remaining water as he bolted forward bringing the crimson blade down upon Drakken....

 

"Lets see what your made of, boy"

[darth shadowlord]

"Yes, Mistess as you command," Draken smiled deviously as he jumped back into the ready position for Makashi and turned toward Zad.

 

"So, Zad is it? well now shall we begin then." With those words Draken beckoned to Zad and quickly he lept into the combat as he ignited his saber.

 

The red glow from lit up the room as with a flurry of moves, he attacked Zad. Each move landing exactly where he wanted them. Each of the strikes more percise then the earlier strike, as the training saber burned holes in his robes.

 

Draken smiled, as he pressed the attack driving Zad back toward the wall. Suddenly Draken moved to the right and brought the saber down on Zad's right wrist.

 

[Zadkiel]

It was almost as if Drakken had ignored his entire attack, choosing to take the offensive almost immediately. Zad allowed Drakken to push him back, if only to learn his fighting style and how to better counter it. He wasn't particularly impressed with the onslaught, but it was more then he had expected from the young one. A grin slipped over his face as something caught his nose and a pain caught his wrist.

 

A mixture of pleasure and pain caught him from it, but he allowed the force to feed off of his emotion and empowered his movements and control. He brought his foot up quickly and pressed it into the chest of his opponent, shoving him backwards across the room. He shot forward, turning on his heel into a sideways flip. He brought the crimson down and met with Drakkens blade. He pressed the man down towards the ground as if he was bowing before Zad.

 

Zad hit the switch, shutting the blade down and allowing him to get past Drakkens. He reignited it and allowed it to sear the chest of Drakken as he brought his knee down hitting him just above his groin. Zad was no on top of Drakken in the room, with his face inches from the other mans. He leaned in and spoke, his hot breath on the other mans face and a hint of mockery in his voice..

 

"Not good enough, try again."

 

He playfully slapped the boy and gave him a set of puppy dog eyes before jumping back up and moving back across the room, ready for the next round.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken watched as Zad walked back over to the other side of the room and leaping back to his feet, he began to laugh. "Tell me Zad was that supposed to hurt or was that the part where you were trying to humiliate me, cause if so it's not working."

 

Calling upon the force, Draken felt the world slow down as he found his anger and harnessed it. He stretched out his hand and the saber jumped back into it. Igniting it once again, he marveled at how light it was and how easy it was to wield.

 

He twirled it once in his hand, then looked at Zad. An evil grin came across his face. "So shall we continue then."

 

He stretched out his left hand and with the force picked Zad off the floor and smashed his head off the wall several times. These blows to Zad's head dazed him for a few minutes giving Draken enough time to get across the room.

 

When he reached Zad, he attacked with elegance and grace, then gripped his neck again with the force and slammed it tnto the wall again. Draken watched as Zad's eyes crossed and getting a tighter grip on the force, threw him into the wall. As Zad landed on the floor, Draken lept after him and sliced the saber across his chest.

 

Draken leaned down and punched him in the face with his left hand and said. " This time I believe your attempt wasn't good enough." Then he backflipped back over to where he had been knocked down by Zad.

 

((nice last post Zad))

 

[Zadkiel]

((Try not to use the force to such a great extent, I doubt an apprentice of your level can easily lift a human male and do that, punishment ensues))

 

Zad stood up slowly, making sure to keep the blade pointed away from him. He turned his neck first to the left, then to the right popping it and relieving some of the pressure on it. His left hand rose to his lip touching it lightly and pulling it away to see the crimson stains left on his fingers. It would appear his opponent either got lucky or was stronger then he had originally thought.

 

"A bit feisty are we?"

 

Zad turned the near weight-less blade in his hand, casting a side-ways glance at Alora. He wouldn't give up, he would win and that was just the end of it. The man before him might have gotten lucky, but it was just that luck.. The pain dished out by the other only served to entice Zad and give him more power. In the blink of an eye Zad shot forward, feinting to the left then going right. He sprung up, planting his feet firmly on the wally before propelling himself off in a side way flip over Drakkens head.

 

Through the grace of the force and power it submitted to him he landed, bringing his lightsaber all the way down Drakkens back, leaving a large burn and cutting away the back side of his pants. The shock caused Drakken to pause for but a brief second, giving just enough time for Zad to bring the hilt up and hit the man in the base of his skull with the hilt, making him fall flat and presenting his bottom side to Alora and Zad.

 

"Nothing special, but a gift for you Mistress..."

 

Zad bowed slightly as he held his arms out presenting her Drakken laying on his stomach.

[darth shadowlord]

Draekn quickly stood back up on his feet, then paused for a moment. A strange look came over his face, as he reached his left hand behind him, to check the back of his pants. When his hand came into contact with the hole in the back of his pants, both of his eyebrows rose in shock and he glanced quickly from side to side. Then he glanced at Alora and bowed to her.

 

"Mistress I am sorry it would appear that I am a just a bit undone at the moment. Or so it would seem." He grinned sheepishly for a moment then shook his head. He paused again, then asked. " By the way are you enjoying the view, Mistress?"

 

Draken turned back toward Zad with a puzzled look on his face. "Are you still trying to humiliate me? If so then I believe that is a game that two can play at." A smirk came over his face as he winked at Zad. He quickly assumed the ready position once again, as he re-ignited his saber. Draken then waited for Zad to attack this time, while planning his next move.

 

[Alora]

Alora laughed at the spectical in front of her. She was enjoying this ... and getting a good view in the process. She let the pheromones waft through the training room, wanting to stir them up even more.

[Zadkiel]

Zad cocked a grin, his eyebrows raising slightly. He may not have liked the other man too well, but it was quite entertaining to duel him. Even if it wasn't as good as dueling Alora and the Jedi. He moved his lightsaber around in a lazy arc, keeping one eye on his opponent, the other watching Alora. He had experienced this many times...how he seemed to become attracted to her more then before at the worst times, though he couldn't complain...She was good looking, knew how to use her looks, and just what to do to drive someone wild.

 

He gently swiped away a tuft of his hazel locks and some of the sweat forming on his brow. He cast one final grin at Drakken before advancing once more. The force aided him, allowing him to move quickly and with a grace unknown to most. He jumped up, gripping a pipe and swinging forward using it to propel himself down under Drakken and between his legs.

 

He raised his saber, burning himself with it in the process, but not letting that distract him. He blocked Drakkens blade as he slid between his legs pulling the saber with him. He pulled it quickly, then thrusted forward, the blade lancing through Drakken...moving from inside his behind and out of his mid stomach. It would burn like hell, but no serious damage would be done by it.

 

Zad shut the blade down and bounced up, moving over closer to Alora and breathing in a deep breath of the air, taking in the faint traces that had began to fill it. He loved the smell so...

[darth shadowlord]

Draken swore when the training saber entered him. In fact he swore for a couple of minutes. Then gripped his lightsaber and watched as Zad went over to Alora.

 

He called upon the force and gripped a hold of Zad's pants. He ripped them off. Then calling upon the force to speed himself up he datred across the room toward Zad.

 

 

He knew that while Zad had focused his attention on Alora, that that was his time to strike. So he gripped the saber in his right hand and dove down toward the ground. When he hit the ground, he rolled to the left and slammed the blade of the saber against Zad's groin and slowly brought it down the inside of his left leg. Giving Zad a deep and painful burn in the process.

 

Then he jumped back across the room and bowed to Alora, saluting her with the saber.

 

[Zadkiel]

Pleasure and pain...a deadly mix. Made for the highest highs and the lowest lows...only few could take large doses of it and still dig out the pleasure they so desired.

 

Zad's eyes bulged in his head as he staggered forward slightly. The lack of pants exposed his aroused state for all the world to see. He tried to speak, to curse, to yell, or even move, but all failed to the amazing amount of pain he was experiencing. It was unlike anything ever before...and he loved every minute of it. For all of his will power and how good he was at holding back, he failed to resist the call this time. He fall forward with a thud, landing on his side as he lost control of his body...all over the floor and the bottom of the other two's robes and pants.

 

A slight groan slipped from his mouth as his vision blurred from the experience, a wide grin spread over his face. He would assume the duel would be over, if not he was in quite a bit of trouble as he lay there with every muscle in his body in a relaxed state and his chest moving up and down at a slightly rapid pace.

 

"I might have..." He paused, taking in another breath..."to pay you back for that one..."

[Alora]

It was an interesting move. Alora winced as Zad's saber burnt Drakken in his nether regions. It was lucky these were training sabers and wouldn't do serious damage but he would need time in a bacta tank to ease the pain she would imagine. She couldn't help but laugh as Zad bounced over to her, looking like an exciteable puppy, while Drakken swore and cursed.

 

Her laughter bubbled over further as Drakken dacked Zad, the latters state of arousal showing the effects of the pheromones. Alora was sure that the other was affected in a simliar manner. Her apprentices revenge however caused her to again wince, watching Zad fall to the ground in pain. She could feel his mix of pleasure as well as the pain and his loss of 'body function' creating a mess on the floor and on the hem of her robes.

 

"Well you surely enjoyed that duel Zad. Not the first duel to end in that manner for you, though I enjoyed the other one better."

 

She could see the satisfied smile on his face as he commented to Drakken about paying him back for that one... she wondered just how he would do that.

 

"Go and clean yourself up. Report to me later in my ship."

 

It was a form of dismissal to her slave. She had enjoyed watching the two men duel, both had been pleasing to watch. Alora intended to reward Zad with his collar... later. She now turned to the victor of this particular fight. She would be interested in seeing their 'rematch'.

 

"I promised a special prize for the winner. Name what you want of me."

 

In no uncertain terms her tone stated she was his master regardless of his... prize. She was interested in what he would have in mind.

[Zadkiel]

Zad nodded his head, still in a bit of a daze. He slowly got up and moved to exit the ship. He made his way down the hallways towards his room, once inside he slipped into the refresher once again and cleaned himself up. Once he got into a new set of robes he took to the hallways again, he had never been fully accepted as a champion of Slaanesh yet, perhaps he would seek her out.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken shut down his saber and leaned against the wall and winced. Moving over to Alora, he bowed deeply to her and cursed as the pain from the saber burn shot through his gut.

 

When he spoke, his voice was filled with pain. "Mistress, my true wish is for the power to avenge my mother's death upon the Jedi, but I realize that I am not ready. So instead, Mistress I ask to spend the night with you.