Wearing:
Diplomatic Gown
Armed with: Subverter's Blade (Red Double Bladed Lightsaber)
Objective: Meet with
Draco Miles
Earlier...
"I really wish you gentlemen would think this through..." Countess Arianna Belasko said crossly to the Jedi Knight's that had cornered her aboard her Star Manor. They were Jedi Shadows, who had attempted to strike her down as she had meditated, hiding themselves with the Force. They were all dressed the same, brown robes and silver masks, armed with double bladed lightsabers
"You are under arrest for aiding and abetting the Rogue Sith Darth Xiphos. Surrender and we promise a fair trial."
"I got a better idea..." Arianna suggested. "How about I kick all
three of your sorry asses, throw you into the the 'ol dungeon, and then stuff myself silly on Atrisian take-out?"
The Jedi leapt for her. A water tentacle conjured from the air and slammed into the first, knocking him into a wall. The second Jedi reached her, his Lightsaber scouring her face. But due to the nature of her enchanted flesh, it was highly resistant to Lightsabers as long as Arianna was being channelled.
A warmly glowing mark was left on Arianna's face, but no true scorch mark. No cut. Arianna still snarled savagely from the pain, staggering back. The third manifested Force Light and an inhuman, metallic shriek escaped her throat as her immaculately pale skin started to ripple and bubble disgustingly, like somebody working the CGI effects had gotten stone cold drunk and was just moving the dials and buttons for the hell of it, reflex, laughs, or all
three...
The two Jedi still standing wanted to vomit as they saw this.
"...
gross...ewwwww..." one of them said as Arianna began leaking glowing white blood from the corners of her mouth, flesh bulging and shuddering everywhere as she staggered back.
But her gown was countering it's effects. It was the only reason she hadn't caught fire...
She managed to get her Lightsaber out but not before the Jedi managed to cut a gash across her belly, this time leaving a dark scorch mark cut across it.
Arianna shrieked in pain, instinctively retaliated, managing to summon a small water tentacle that smacked him across the face, knocking him out cold.
The one still channeling the light channeled it more, increasing it's intensity. Arianna began at last to squeal in pain, the pig like shrieking making his blood turn cold at the the sound of it, her horrific warping flesh, seemingly trying to leap off the Skeleton itself even as it continued to stagger towards him.
He Force pushed it, violently shoving the shrieking monstrosity backwards. It seemed stunned as it hit the wall and he picked her up telekinetically and smashed her into the floor repeatedly, getting glowing white blood everywhere...
A sphere of solid water was conjured around his head, and he panicked, dropping her as he tried to use his own telekinesis to keep it from flowing into his nose and mouth.
The bubbling hissing witch staggered to him, half the flesh sloughing off a pearly white Skeleton as she got closer, him dropping to his knees, frantically trying to hold whatever air was left in his lungs as her bubbling hand reached out.
Arianna grabbed him, just as he slashed her face with a Lightsaber, this time leaving a severe cut that spilled white blood everywhere. She conjured a hammer of water to one of his ribs and broke it, and he dropped in agony as she fell upon him, Non-Lethally draining his Psychic Energy as opposed to his life force to regenerate herself. She ate weeks and months of memories, which would leave him with major memory loss. And not a moment too soon...that telekinetic attack had hurt badly. She had barely been able to focus enough to drain him.
Her flesh rapidly reset on her Skeleton until she was her immaculate, pale self again, ripping all the blood out of her gown with her hydrokinetic abilities, she reshaped it all into binding runes to prevent them from using their powers, literally branding their arms with her blood.
"Your energy tastes much better than take-out..." Arianna hissed, hands reaching out to drain more...
Later...
Arianna had arrived at Khemost with Atrisian Take-Out for Draco (Arianna enjoyed spoiling Draco, giving Draco's previous rotten apprenticeship to the nerf herder that had given her those scars)
Arianna, being Arianna, had chosen to have a palace built in the snowy mountains of Khemost. It was small. Modest. Lavish. The old manor would have to be relocated.
Arianna had just barely gotten in when she at last received the transmission from Draco as she entered her private study in the Palace. Draco had sent word she was bringing a prospect.
Arianna reclined on a lavish sofa in a central chamber filled with artwork that doubled as a training room, looking at her nails as Draco again contacted her.
"Draco! So sorry to keep you waiting like that. I just got in. I'm sending you the coordinates to my palace... docking pad will be visible...welcome home..." Arianna said pleasantly, before reclining again on her seat with a contented sigh, still metabolizing that Psychic Energy.
Arianna, after turning off the Comlink,
burped. It wasn't a regular burp either. It was a Barney from the Simpsons kind of burp.
Bohatei Chorva
