Came to Bespin in: Castle Morpheus (
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129671-castle-morpheus-the-leviathan-tantive/#entry1788101)
Saotome Envoy "Left Hand." (
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/105486-saotome-envoy/)
With: Vera Mina (
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/129765-saotome-biot-vera-mina/)
Meier (
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/130353-saotome-commando-droid-meier/)
Wearing: Progenitor's Robes, Cocktail Dress.
Armed with: Progenitor's Sword, Hundred-Handed Giant.
Nine squeezed the rubber ball in her opulent chambers out of stress.
Ever since she had aborted the attempt to have [member="Shoma Ike"] killed, she had watched in horrified disgust as the peace treaty was signed. All of Atrisia's ancestors must be rolling in their graves, she thought, continuing to squeeze the red rubber ball.
Not for the first time, Nine wondered if her prior sacrifices meant anything at all, when she took the long view.
She had stopped Atrisia from being destroyed twice. Had that all been just to see this, just to watch Atrisia deliver itself willingly into slavery. With welcoming arms.
As the hooded vampire glided around in her chambers staring at her snack, an Arkanian Academic Professor that supported the First Order in his scholarly writings, a wispy haired fool in fancy black and gold civilian clothing, she realized this was stress eating she was engaged in, not to mention digging the bottom of the barrel, but this guy supported the First Order, the ones who had committed that atrocity on Coruscant. She'd had Vera engineer his delivery to her by feigning interest while in her supermodel disguise. Honey traps. Gets 'em every time. Man or Woman.
She knew she shouldn't eat while so stressed, but she had put off her feeding for weeks now and she was starting to get weak. Plus, food would help her live with the painful reality of this hateful thing the FO called peace.
The guy was bound and gagged, staring in pure fear. She knew that emotion, that memory, would taste very sweet, like warm chocolate, which normally made her feel ashamed when she tasted and ate it. But she was so pissed at what was happening she wasn't going to feel all that bad.
But first things first...
The Morpheus SAS beeped on the systems kiosk, alerting her Vera was on the way but displaying her photo ID, and the technical schematics of her construction. She had brought the dress.
She felt the hunger creeping up on her as she glided to her bedchambers doors, opening the. Vera stood, her pale skin and very black hair almost shimering in the low light, clad in her Morpheus-issue white leather dress and shoes.
The vampire, face concealed by her hood, the purple, glowing dots of light from the center of black eyes stared down at her creation as Vera held up a white box.
"Its finished."
"Gimme." Nine growled in her deep voice, taking the white box.
"You haven't eaten it yet?" Vera asked disinterestedly as she walked in, heels clicking on the polished, tiled floor, examining the crystal chandaliers and golden threaded finery more than her Master's helpless captive. She took a seat on a luxurious, long sofa of red satin fabric, watching with a smirk as the academic screamed. Golden lighting from faceted wall fixtures bathed the room in a saffron glow. The captive academic laid out on Nine's bed screamed all the harder.
"I wanted to see the dress first. Then eat."
The hooded vampire, dressed in her green shimmering robes, the white rose embroidery glimmering, shifting as she continued squeezing the red ball, examined the blood red dress.
"I still think you should kill Shoma." Vera said. "But you chickened out, as I expected."
"There are other ways to fight the First Order."
"But that boy will try to stop all of it. He thinks he's getting a good deal. You should suck it up and just get it over with. You're a karking vampire, My Liege. You really don't have to play by any one's rules but your own."
"Whats done is done."
"You are going to say I am wrong. But how do you know unless you try to play by your own rules?"
Nine looked at Vera. That cold smirk spread across the Biot's face.
The artificial lawyer stood up.
"Take this man for instance. Have you really truly had a decent meal since you woke up?"
"You've been talking to the A.I. again."
"As your attorney it was necessary to be made aware of the...peculiarities...of your condition. I know you can take more than weeks or months, and as it is my duty to look out for your best interests, I believe you should at least consider my next advice."
Nine stared. "Go on."
"Maybe you should consider...
indulging..."
Nine stared at the Professor. He started thrashing around in total hysteria. Yeah, he was gonna taste
good.
Nine was tempted to ignore such advice. It could only lead to trouble.
But the truth, was Nine was depressed. Her diet consisted of dull, transitory memories. Not that some of them could not taste delicious...but they could taste the same after a while.
And all this made it increasingly unlikely that she would ever have time to seek a cure. She'd be too busy weaponizing this disease of hers. And Sawa. Always Sawa in the background...like a shadow made of blood.
That was a very sobering and unpleasant thought. But as Nine removed her hood and displayed her beautiful, delicate features and black hair, she realized she wanted to shut down. Just...shut down...
She turned to the Professor.
"I
reaaaaaalllly hope it was worth it, bub, supporting these creeps I'm going to mingle with." Nine breathed as she leaned closer to the thrashing man, making him go still as her hand was placed on his chest. His pupils turned to dots when he saw Nine's black, metallic colored fangs snapped into place.
"This is why you shouldn't let beautiful women buy you drinks in bars..." Vera chuckled evily to Nine's captive as the Arch-Psy-Pire sank her fangs into the screaming man.
Even then, she half hesitated, taking weeks and months of his life. But many of his memories were unexpectedly tasty, and combined with Nine's stress, her hunger, her depression, and Vera's advice, it was a disaster waiting to happen.
Nine drank and drank and
drank. His first airspeeder. The first time his father told him he was proud of him. The first time he punched someone. He enjoyed punching. And battle axes. Nine enjoyed axes also. Lots of things you could do with a hatchet...and a Stormtrooper.
As Nine drank a cold shock spread through her body, followed by a fast acting euphoria that lifted her spirits. Two years. Then three years. It felt like her brain was getting this wonderful massage. Her mouth tasted like chocolate.
She pulled back, hyperventilating. The world had a pleasant, peach colored tinge to her vision. She felt different. She felt invigorated. She felt...
Lovely.
The vampire licked the man's blood off her lips. She stared at Vera.
"Oh myyyyyyy..." Nine said, swooning a bit, fingers twitching. "Yoooouuuu...I remember yoooouuu...I remember laboring over your fleeeeessssh my daughter. My personal solution for removing troublesome...staaaaiiins..." Her voice had an oily croak to it, bordering on a hiss in the way she trailed some of her words.
"Well you don't have that depressed, mopey look on your face. A nice change of pace, I'll admit, My Liege."
"No neeeeed for such a disssssstant title...not when my hands have labored so to create you. You may call me Mother, from now onnnnnnn..." The Lovely Nine asserted, gliding from her unconscious victim back to her dress.
"Toooo Connnn-ser-va-tive...should have made it shorter..." Nine remarked, undoing her kimono, revealing herself to be wearing a functional black bra and underwear.
In the midst of all this, Nine suddenly force jumped onto the wall and crawled up it, facing Vera.
"Is something the matter, Mother?"
"Has this vessel been screeeeened for parakeets?"
"I'm afraid not." Vera answered dryly, an eyebrow raising.
"Snaaaake charmers?"
"I don't believe so."
"Have we reinstated En-hanced Interrooooogations for Mimes?"
"I am afraid I was not aware that was even a thing."
"The Miiiiiimes speak for The Demons from Beeeeyond. They scheme.
They anger me." Nine growled, her Fugue-State in full effect. "We must find out what they are planning. And also, I require tinfoil. We must line this room with
tin-foil."
"May I ask for what purpose?"
Lovely-Nine blinked at her artificial daughter. Her black hair fell around obsidian eyes. It was perfectly obvious why.
"So the First Order can't steaaaaal my viiiital essence."
Vera gave a smirk.
"Oh, this is going to be an
interesting evening." The Biot said.
Later on...
The Castle Morpheus Cruiser came into orbit around Bespin, and soon after, A Saotome Envoy departed from the unsettling looking cruiser toward the destination spot. Meier was her chirpy, enthusiastic self, and seemed ecstatic when she got bumped from "Droid pilot and murder-experiment" to "Daughter."
After landing the ship, the hooded Vampire, wearing her ceremonial robes headed towards the Carbonite Contessa, Vera in tow. Meier waved at them before departing for the cockpit. The Envoy headed for Castle Morpheus after lifting off minutes later.
Walking up the gangplank With Vera, Nine undid her kimono as she passed by the bellhop, revealing her long, straight black hair, olive skin contrasted by her strange, unnatural eyes. Her blood red evening wear went a little past the knees but was tight fitting. But the strange obsidian eyes, the dots of purple in the middle of them the only way to know if she was staring at you, made her beautiful, but also very unnerving, especially due to her naturally twitching fingers and head, and the near-silent way she moved, even while wearing high heels, meant she turned heads and got people to move out of the way.
The raptor-like Nine stared at the gathering crowd of rich people.
"Soooo ma-ny wealthy beeeeeings. Should I in-tro-duce myseeeelllf?" Nine asked.
Vera looked around. "Hey, there's the Prince."
"Has he been delousssssed or blessssssed in the last three months? I abide
neither." Nine asserted.
"Don't worry about it."
Nine stepped up to the prince in near silent fashion.
"Prince Sho-maaaa..." Nine croaked in her now oily manner. "A plea-suuuuure to seeeeee you. Come to ce-le-brate Atrisssssia's new...peaccccce?"