Everybody needs a little work

[Vora Kaar]

God this place was raunchy. I lived on Zeltros for over a hundred years and yet I can attest that it was not this bad. Zeltros was a planet of Parties and putting clothes on, only to take them off a few minutes to hours later. Here in Nar Shaddaa, it was different. There was no law. Hell, I walked past a girl who was being mugged by some elephant looking guys. I didn't do anything to stop them because there was no way, even with my "super " strength and speed that I would take them on. They had gang colors as well. First day here and I did not want to end up in 17 different alleys at once. I was able to heal fast and live a very, very long time. But I could die.

Adjusting my "leather bra" I hiked it up somewhat so I didn't have the ladies pop out when someone bumped into me. Which seemed to happen alot. But oh was it good to be here. I could smell the life of each of these people. Almost taste their raw flesh between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. It was so good I almost could feel myself becoming aroused. Breathing in another time, I suddenly felt a pinch on my rear. Turning around faster than a blur I grabbed a young man's hand. Smiling from ear to ear, he simply licked his lips. I did the same as pulled him towards me and kissed him. Oh but this was not just some kiss.

While my lips were closed, my jaw was open and allowed my teeth to grow in size. And pushing him back into an alley, I broke the kiss and he smiled as he pulled me into him. Rubbing his hands up my back and grabbing my ass. I then grabbed his face and kissed him a second time, only to bite down on his tongue and lips. Hard. Blood erupted from his mouth. Flooding into my own and he tried to scream. Hitting him in the throat he could not make a noise as I sucked the life from him. His face began to drain as I looked into his eyes with glee. Breaking from him, "Be lucky I do it this way instead of eating your heart while it still beats." Turning his head, I bit down on his neck, and drained the rest of him.

While I could have had him as my little queen and minion, I wanted food. I was hungry, and so I fed. I stepped back as his arms went limp and fell to the ground with a slump. I closed his eyes and his mouth with my hand. Only to walk away wiping my lips clean of the crimson river of life. licking the palm of my hand as I walked into the bar that was nearby, I decided that this place might be good for me. Plenty of people that will not be missed, and easy to get them somewhere private for a little fun. Only, it's my kind of fun.

[member="Darth Vornskr"],

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Nar Shadda always seemed to call to him like a moth to an open flame, and with each new visit he came across something even more bizarre than the last. However; his initial stay on the planet had been relatively quiet and calm, his Blackblade agents assimilating easily into all castes of the ecumenopolis society. He had come in the guise of a wealthy trade baron from Metellos, another ecumenopolis, seeking profitable investments among the upper-class that lived in the towering spires of the moon-wide city. He had attended countless social gatherings and parties, mingled with the upper crust of the upper crust, and had manipulated so many into his web of deceit. Several were already under his sway, wrapped around his finger like a zeltron dancer around a metal pole, and he was all the more closer to spreading his minions deep into this sector of Republic space.

However; his scheme was so very far from even being remotely completed. While he had done an excellent job of infiltrating the upper class, he had hardly even made a dent in the middle and lower classes of Nar Shadda. His servants had reported that their progress was becoming more and more sluggish with each passing day, and the Sith Lord was not very pleased with that at all. He had those minions assigned to infiltrating the lower levels executed and decided to momentarily take matters into his own hands until he could find more capable servants to complete his work down there. So, he donned the guise of a mercenary and began to scour the various establishments down in the bowels of the city, meeting all sorts of swindlers, con-artists, thieves, gangsters, and even murderers and rapists. He easily dispatched any who gave him trouble, or bent them to his will, and none had yet posed a serious challenge.

Until he came across the lad in the alley with his neck viciously torn open.

Sith Lord Kaine Zambrano idly nudged the corpse with the toe of his boot before pushing it over on its side with a dull thud of pallid flesh on durasteel and a splatter of blood. His mouth curled into a sneer as he knelt down to investigate the wounds inflicted, and was surprised to discover that the wounds were not unlike those made by a vicious animal, like a Vornskr. However; he hadn't seen nor heard of any wild beasts running around on this level or any levels above and below, which meant that a sentient had to have done this. At least, that is what he suspected, he's come across men who acted a vicious as beasts and torn people asunder with only their bare hands and teeth. Kaine walked out into the street bordering the alley, and began to branch out with his senses into the nearby crowd to see if the lad's killer still lurked nearby...

[member="Karina Dartrex"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

Oh it was always fun to tease.

Even with something as small as a look with the eyes, or even a glance of a nice body. One that I happened to have. Emerald green eyes that could literally make a girl change directions, and men to fall to their knees. Well yes I have been on my own knees, but in a different sense. As I said, it was fun to tease. Leading people on to do your will and work for your pleasures. For over a century I had worked in a whore house. Knowing only enough to get by, and still having only enough of a talent to get fat men happy. I needed something else. I craved for something..... More.

Only problem is that I didn't know what. You see, when living as a vampire, you get a high when eating and feasting from those around you. Forcies taste better, and every one of my kind liked different tastes. I happened to like the darker fellows and gals. But what made me shiver in delight is the women who accept and willingly let me feast from them. Not enough to kill, but enough to give them that high as well. Living for such a long time already, I was starting to lose the amount of people who wanted- no, craved it as much as myself. The best explanation on what I wanted was a new high to get hooked on.

Still searching as I stopped in the middle of the walkway, I turned to look all around me. Catching glances of perversions aimed at me, but What I also found was that nit many people looked for others around here, that was, until I saw what looked to be a Merc or bounty hunter looking around just steps from the alley from which I had just had some enjoyment from. I looked directly at him. Spreading over my body was a dark pulse as I looked at him. And oh was I going to have fun. Nothing like a merc that wanted to get a job done before the bounty was even out!

Turing around, I then walked on. The thing about my leather bra was that there was a small jacket over my shoulders. And housed under the back flap just at the valley between my shoulder blades were twin slug throwers. HP-101s to be exact. Loaded with hollowpoint fracture rounds. A singe bullet in the chest could do the same damage as a smaller rifle round. Deadly and cause blood to splatter. Much mire so in places like the neck. I smiled as I reached and grabbed one of them. Pulling back on the slide only just enough to see that a round was in the chamber. With no external safeties, I hid the pistol slightly in my hand as I walked. Hanging in my hand very close to my side. So close to me that not even a breaking being had gotten so close to me like the gun was. Damn, looks like sometimes guns get more action than men do.

[member="Darth Vornskr"],

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The crowds outside of the alleyway remained unaware of the violence that had transpired only meters away, and Kaine had no problem assimilating himself into the masses. Most of them were dressed like him, so he wouldn't be too easy to be spotted by anyone looking for him. However; he had the creeping sensation that he had already been spotted by an entity of darkness, and he noticed a single woman dressed in sensually seductive clothes that had looked directly at him shortly after he left the alleyway. Perhaps she was the culprit in this particular murder? Nonetheless, she intrigued him, and as Kaine integrated himself into the flowing mass of people, he made sure that he kept an eye on the crimson-haired seductress wherever she went. Not many other people had crimson hair like she did, so it wasn't necessarily difficult to follow her, but he suspected that she was aware of him pursuing her.

Over time he was quickly closing the distance between them until he reached the point where he was roughly three or four meters away from her, and he made no attempt to hide the fact that he was following her. Hopefully this would force her to play her hand first, and react to his determined pursuit.

Closer and closer now...

He could almost reach out and touch her...

[member="Karina Dartrex"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

(I thought I was waiting on you..... Forgive me.)

I could smell him. It was almost intoxicating. His raw energy that was controlled under a guise of a man felt good, oh so good. He was getting closer and closer. His smell becoming more potent than all others around me. Spices that were forbidden to me, and the sweet ichor of his life could be imagined on my tongue. However, there was more to him. I didn't even have to look at him to feel that he was powerful in the force. Clearly if he wanted to kill me, then he would have done so already. No he wanted something.

Keeping the same pace, it was then that I felt his gloved hand resting on my shoulder. Clearly he was taller, as was everyone else to my small stature. But his grip had a hand made for authority. I stopped myself and smiled as I spoke. "Does a man lust after a prize, or seek answers for sins?" most men would answer with the first. If not all. There were few who took the second road, and those are the ones who made their place in the Galaxy. It wad those men who dictated who lived and died on a daily basis. If this man was such a person, he may be beneficial to me, and I to him.

[member="Darth Vornskr"],

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Neither. Darkness calls to darkness, and I have answered your call."

Murder was a heinous act, and some said that the murder of another could actually fracture one's own soul, and make them less and less human with each subsequent atrocity. Perhaps it was true, and perhaps it was nothing more than superstition from a bygone age that was only history now. If it was, then Kaine's soul must be fractured into so many tiny pieces that you could hardly call it a soul anymore. He couldn't even remember a time when the notion that ending another being's life was to be abhorred, or perhaps such a thought never occurred in his entire life. That's what happens when your a child born of forbidden love and taught nothing but hate and malice straight from the womb.

Makes you loopy, yaknow?

He wondered if his parents regretted their actions before he beheaded them.

Probably not.

Anyways, with a heavy and forceful hand he would guide this strange woman into an adjacent alleyway so that they could talk with relative privacy. Well, at least all of the privacy that an alleyway could give them, and he was not at all worried or frightened at what this woman might pull on him or attempt to do to him once they were out of the general populace's sight.

He had dealt with woman more dangerous than this sultry minx.

"Who are you, woman? What are you?"

[member="Karina Dartrex"]