A New Begining (Page 190 of 214)

Mortis seizes Lori by her neck, hosting her up and pressing her body against his ship. The Jedi was faster than he’d expected and hot on his trail. Mortis’ attempts to mask his presence from the Master had obviously failed. But he’d have to worry about honing his skills later.

His nails begin to bite into Lori’s neck, choking her struggling cries from her throat. The smell of her fear was driving him insane. He’d have to be careful when he bonded them. Careful that he didn’t kill her. His eyes turn pitch black as the pounding of Lori’s frantic heart seems to deafen everything else. His tongue runs wickedly over his sharp teeth.

“Finally…” he begins in a hoarse voice, choked by the hunger that was slowly consuming him. “You have no idea… how long I’ve waited for this…”

Mortis’ jagged fangs suddenly sink deep into Lori’s tender neck, her cries of pain muffled by the hand he quickly places over her mouth. Blood. Life. Incredible power! Yes! For thousands upon thousands of years he’d waited for someone like her: someone that could carry on his line; match him. He had been fearful the day might never come.

But oh, how it was worth a thousand more years! To taste someone as wickedly sweet as her... His body shudders and he forces himself to regain his composure. He pulls away from Lori, healing the seeping pinprick wounds in her neck with a quick wave of his hand. He releases his grip on her, helping her steady herself. Her knees tremble and her body shakes with a strange new dark hunger.

Mortis smiles, blood still dripping from his prominent fangs. He eagerly tears away the thin fabric over his chest, slashing his flesh open in the process. Dark blood flows from cut stretched out over his heart. Mortis grabs Lori by the back of her neck, his fingers knotting in her hair, as he pulls her head towards his chest.

“Drink…” he nearly growls.

Lori fights Mortis' grip, desperate to get away from the horrifying hunger that made her struggle to swallow the salvia rapidly forming in her mouth. This was wrong. She knew it... and yet she couldn't stop. Mortis was evil... the purest of evil. The very thing she fought to destroy. And yet she couldn't resist him...

Revan turns to face the blast doors leading to the bridge as a soldier hastily enters. She reads his mind before he can speak, quickly holding up her hand with a flick of the Force to stop the man from talking. She immediately turns to Malak –now a cold sliver of the man he had once been –who seems obvious to the news the soldier brought, watching the stars slowly pass by the large bridge windows.

Revan moves to stand beside him. “There is a dark force at work here,” she begins, still believing in her ‘just cause’; that this was all for the Republic.

Malak simply nods. He knew. He also knew that whatever it was, it was after Lori. This could be to his benefit. The dark force might kill the girl; but he doubted that. The situation was turning out to be a nasty affair. The dark force was after Lori… but not to kill her.

Malak turns to Revan, anger in his eyes. “You should have killed that girl when you had the chance Revan,” he fumes. “Whatever is after her is powerful… so powerful,” he adds, seeming to wander off before he quickly comes back to the subject.

“She’ll be the end of us… if she lives,” Malak growls. “I won’t let that happen.”

With that, Malak storms off the bridge, slamming the bridge doors behind him with the Force. Malak enters the nearest elevator, but doesn’t select any levels… just stands there are listens. The dark force had put more effort into masking its presence and Malak could no longer find it. However, he could sense a Jedi. He smiles.

…unknown location…

There were so many dead… so many bodies; so much blood. Zorvon drops his sword to the ground, it’s shiny silver blade crimson stained. They’d done it; killed the entire army that was supposed to guard them. Now they had to find a ship. Get out of here. To somewhere. The Sith had returned and they had to be stopped.

They were dangerously insane. Mad with a new power. The Kovasn would change that, however. Would destroy it, destroy the Sith before this war got out of hand. They might not be Jedi but they shared similar goals.

…Destiny’s Pawn, lower decks; hanger bay…

Mortis turns to face the intruder, hissing violently, the ear-piercing shriek-like cry sending shivers down Yi’shar’s spine. Yi’shar easily sees through the allusion of Mortis’s masquerade, the Sith’s disguise seemingly crumbling to pieces at his feet. Before him stands a monster of a man, dark and immensely scarred ebony skin tightly stretched over massive, bulging muscles that make up an impressive 6 foot frame.

Mortis’ face looks immaculately human despite the ebony skin and soulless white eyes. A handsome man when he’d been mortal no doubt. Yi’shar quickly notices Mortis’ brilliantly white teeth as well as the two lengthy blood stained fangs located where his incisors should have been. Mortis’s straight, silk, jet black hair ends just below his chest, now matted with particles of the dried dark blood that flows from the laceration in his chest.

Yi’shar’s gaze quickly jumps to Lori who Mortis holds close to his body and who seems to stare aimlessly at Yi’shar. He notices her smoky eyes, glazed over with some kind of dark hunger, and the dark blood dripping from her mouth.

Sorry I've been gone for a long while guys. I'll be back on later sometime to post some.

lol You have no idea...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cool. 
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The emergency lights flicker on, the dark red lights doing little more to light the hallway than the darkness itself. An eerie chuckle echoes down the hallway followed by a harsh, cold breath on the nack of Yi'shar's neck. Yi'shar turns to face the threat but it has vanished; as if it were nothing more than a ghost.

Yi'shar turns back around, his gaze immediately locking with a woman who stands ten feet away from him. Yi'shar had never seen her before in his life and yet she felt vaguely familiar as if he had always known her. Her name... her name... Moyori? Yes. Jedi Master Moyori.

She is dazzlingly beautiful. And she looks much younger; younger than she looks in the mental image Yi'shar suddenly finds in his mind. She smiles at him, a mesmerizing smile which would have melted the heart of the most battle-hardened soldier. She almost makes Yi'shar forget where he was.

"Yi'shar," she says sweetly. "It's been so long..."

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

The elevator doors slide open and Malak steps into the hallway. He looks down both corridors, checking for movements, signs of battle, anything. But there is nothing. He searches through the Force. The Jedi... it was either gone or masking its presence. Whatever else was down here, however, was broadcasting its presence loud and clear.

Like it wanted someone to notice.

...Coruscant; Jedi Temple...

The Sergeant uses his foot to roll the body of the trooper over. The head briefly rolls away like a runaway coin, thudding to the ground as it bumps into another dead soldier. Damn Sith. Always making a mess of things. the Sergeant inhales deeply, the faint scent of scorched flesh singeing his nostrils.

Just about every damn patrol in the district had been whipped out in the little escapade which had taken place last night. The ones who had survived were just lucky bastards. Finally not in the wrong spot at the wrong time. He turns and whistles at the medvac team picking up bodies.

"More over here!" he shouts.

The medics nod. The Sergeant takes one last look at the group of bodies at his feet and walks towards the Temple, taking the last few sips of his coffee. Yup. Mondays...

"That didn't go so bad," Jason says as he leaves the briefing room with Col. Norad.

"Hmph," was the gruff reply. "Jedi. I wouldn't be disappointed if I never saw one again. Now we have two armies of them getting ready to fight each other."

"Do you really think it will be that serious?" Jason asks. "Wouldn't Revan just stage some sort of coup with the council and leave the rest of the Republic out of it?"

"Fat chance," Norad grumbles. "It'll be Exar Kun all over again. He and Malak won't be satisfied to take the Council. They'll be after the whole galaxy. They beat the Mandalorians only to take their place. And half our Navy to boot!"

He boards a shuttle back to the fleet to make preparations for a defensive line. Jason heads to the Council to explain the situation.

...Meanwhile...

Daan stiffens, the hair rising on the back of his neck.

Sith are here. Within the Temple itself!

Slowly he enters the dark halls, making his way through the maze of corridors.

Someone is coming!

With a flash his lightsaber is activated, clashing with another in midair...

But they are both green!

"Nur-Jii Daan?" a voice asks.

Master Kavar steps into the light of their blades. Daan steps back and bows.

"I am sorry master, I thought..."

The hair on the back of his neck stands straight up. A Kovasn is beside the Jedi Master. Quicker than thought his blade is sizzling at the Kovasn's throat.

"What are you doing here?"

...Meanwhile...

All Yi'shar could think of was trap. He backs away, holding his lightsaber pointed at the woman's chest.

"What are you doing here? Where's Lori?" he asks.

He reaches out through the Force. There are only 3 living beings anywhere closeby. Himself, Lori, and this...person. It was possible that the Sith, or whatever it was, could be hiding his presence. But the odds were greater that he was able to shift his image.

"Lori?" he calls.

I Am Jedi

Xvan growls threateningly, immediately grabbing Daan's lightsaber and shoving it away from his throat. The burning intensity of the blade merely causing the Kovasn's guantlets to smoke faintly. "Careful where you point that toy, boy. You threaten me and it may be the last thing you ever do."

Akson steps forward to stand beside Kavar now. If this other... Jedi was going to be a problem or hinder the Kovasns' mission he would be removed from the equation entirely. Akson preferred a peaceful solution at the moment but to a Kovasn a drawn blade didn't go without blood.

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

Moyori suddenly fades from view with Mortis's haunting laugh. There is a blast of cold air causing Yi'shar to turn around once more. Mortis stands twenty feet down the darkened hallway, holding Lori against him. His lengthened teeth barely scrape the skin of her neck as her smoky gaze locks with Yi'shar's.

Mortis chuckles. "You... want her... Jedi...?"

lol It's no big deal... the interrupting part. Yeah, I can't believe it's still going either. Of course it has had quite a few redos but I guess it still counts. 
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Daan frowns. "Master, what are these doing here?"

"Calm down, youngling," Kavar says. "These Kovasn are here to help us. A Sith infiltrated the Temple and killed several of the Masters."

Daan deactivates the lightsaber. "I'm sorry Master. Its just that we were just killing these filth a short time ago."

"Many things have changed. Who we once thought were our allies are now our enemies, and friends come from unexpected places," Kavar says.

...Meanwhile...

Yi'shar stares at his enemy. If looks could kill...

I Am Jedi