Faction Feast of the Furious // A Korriban Story

[Maiza Vex]

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[Maiza Vex]

Theme: Six Shooter
Tags: Ala Quin | Leshanna | Lyssara Thrynn | Gavin Vel | Kivah

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The wind whipping through her hair and her wild swings were enough to slightly reveal the half Zabrak's small vestigial crown of horns. Blood rolling down her face from the gash on her forehead from her earlier crash. Despite it all a wicked gritted small was across her face as she hacked downward towards the jedi hitchhiker. Her golden eyes with blood trickling around them hungry with fury. Single minded in action and thought anger and pride would not let this transgression pass.

A jolt of the bike caused her to stumble back across the bike almost toppling back into her seat at the front of the bike. She flailed her arms wildly but managed to just barely catch her balance but the forward momentum of the bike also helped to keep her footing. She could feel the bike slowly, which allowed her to push herself forward again as she came down with another swing that met its mark, biting into the jedi's arm.

She thought she had won for a split second as the jedi lost grip a cocky smirk crossing her face. She raised her weapon in the air, about to celebrate victory. Missing the fact, the jedi manage to catch themselves again with their other arm. "Ra…….ugh…..ugh.." The breathe escaped her lungs as it felt like something was grabbing around her. "Ugh..ugh…uuuu." She was trying to breathe but like a python was squeezing her neck tighter and tighter.

Her peach-colored face started to turn shades of blue as she fought to breathe. Her golden eyes bulged as she stared at the Jedi she now saw hanging onto the bike. Those eyes of a child only sixteen years of age begged for the jedi for the air to be returned to her lungs. Maiza saw her short life where she wanted freedom, to be free from the chains the sith had shackled her to since executing her parents.

She wasn't a sith, hadn't even trained a single day in the academy or with a master. She was just the daughter of some pirates, a half breed mutt, who got caught by the sith when her parents did. She had come to this race seeing a chance at freedom she had taken it, now she was about to die.

There was no good in this world, no hero's only villains and those fighting to survive. She was thrown from the bike like discarded trash, with such ease and without thought. Maiza had fought so long to survive, and this was the first time she saw the end of it all. Flying from the bike she only had one thought, if she survived, she was going to kill them all everyone who had brought her and her family harm.

She flew out in front of the bike and across the finish line just ahead of the bike as her body came crashing down onto the paved ground of the paved streets. Bones snapped, skin and clothing ripped, and blood began to flow from the broken girl's body as it thudded and skidded across the pavement. Lucky for her she passed out well before it was over as the crowds watched on cheering on the blood shed that had been given to them. Cheering for violence and the thrill of the kill that wasn't theirs. They craved it, wanted it more than they wanted the victor to bring them credits.

This was the Galaxy people wanting to see harm brought onto others, wanting to see those trying to survive fail and die. It didn't matter jedi or sith, no one cared for the slave, survivor, or working man it was all about power. If you didn't take it, you were left a heap on the pavement. Maiza's body laid there broken, but a breath exhaled from the lungs. Today a villain was made one that would only take power never give back to this cruel world that had abandoned them and discarded them.

 

[Kivah]

A rather promising conversation with Pureblood was interrupted when something the King did or said caught his attention and pulled it away from her half-lidded gaze and flirtatious smile. Annoyed, she followed his gaze towards the King's table in time to witness his command to Naamino, forcing the boy to find him more wine. The spectacle was... actually a little disappointing. Still, for his disappointing performance right off the line, he was lucky if a little humbling was all he had to endure.

Kivah's eyes sought out the King, studying him openly before lowering her head in a respectful nod that barely reached her shoulders. Her companion said something and she was opening her mouth to reply when a sharp thwack that could only be a fist connecting with a face sounded through the room. A scream of shock and rage followed. Immediately, her ears perked up and Kivah was looking for the source, potential dalliance forgotten in favor of this new excitement.

The moving crowd hid the action until someone was pushed back and like a ripple through water, the press of people spread out to let her see inside to the fight. Leshanna was laying into another girl that, weren't they from the same house? Ohh this was good. Tail flicking, she rocked up onto the balls of her feet as she watched the fight. Mentally she was there tallying up the blows and anticipating the blocks, dips, and counter-attacks. Proud in her victory, her rage was an ugly thing, controlling her with no finesse. The surrounding students were quick to join in, either picking a side or trying to stop the fight, and Kivah frowned disappointed. Teases. Now that she could watch, it was over in a flash.

"Well that was disappointing." She told her red-skinned companion and lead him over to a collection of wine glasses to take one up.
His reply was full of curiosity and showed that he and at least several in the room either had dossiers on the students or the announcers had gone into interesting details about their pasts. "Weren't you a fighter? Not tempted to join in and help your fellow students?" He regarded her over his own wine.
She gave a one-armed shrug. "Cage matches and business, not brawls. I'm here to get noticed. Not make an ass of myself in front of everyone that matters." Besides if she joined in unrestrained, she'd be sending some of those kids to the hospital if not the morgue. A small lie, more than a few of her fights had been brawls. Drunk Kivah enjoyed a good fight and dives were fun for a reason.
"Still, shying away. Could make you seem weak, risk avoidant." He was testing her now and she took a teasing sip of her own drink while considering her reply.
Best to be honest while playing down the risk. She shook her head. "Anyone who saw the initiation trails should know better." Her hand tensed around the glass without squeezing, flexing her arm a noticeable amount even under her jacket. As she did, another thought suddenly struck her. "Besides, there would be nothing to gain. No ally of mine was in the tumble, and..." How to phrase this next bit? Keep the flash of insightfulness going... "Like I said, it would be detrimental." Good, let him fill in the blanks as he wished. He changed topics with a smile but had already lost the Cathar's interest. He was looking at her like a student. She'd preferred his earlier looks.

| Darth Caedes | Diarch Reign | Micah tol Powl | Naamino Zuukamano | Leshanna |​