Monstrous Thoughts

[Shrii'kar]

The stars shone bright that night. The streets of the busy city were mostly empty, very few people moved there -- it was one of the rare nights when people actually decided to sleep. It felt as if they had sensed the presence of the monster. The presence of Shrii'kar the Ssi-Ruu.

He wasn't quite a monster, he thought to himself. Being a saurian was not even half as bad as being a Sithspawn for example. Yet people were still afraid of people like him.

He had to note that he himself was not particularly fond of these people, either. He hated people, he hated humans. But that was just the way the Ssi-Ruuvi society worked. They hated absolutely everybody who was not of the same species.

The beast would have probably wanted to invade all these planets full of humans, but instead he was on a mission to hide his feelings. He could never infiltrate into the enemy society if he were to kill everybody on his way. He had to pretend he was comfortable living amongst them.

He had reached a park. It was rather quiet that night, not a single animal seemed to be awake there, not even speaking of any sentient beings. Only the streetlights provided some feeling of comfort, even though the Ssi-Ruu wouldn't have felt bad in complete darkness, either.

Who knows, maybe it would have been scarier if there was no light whatsoever around him. Y'know, a monster sitting on a bench in a completely dark park. Sounded like something out of a horror film.

Shrii'kar sighed.

Is that what life was going to be like for him? Did he have to spend the rest of his life like that? His only comfort was the fact that he would most likely get used to it some time.

But he would probably never ever be happy.

[ [member="Enyo Typhos"] ]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Shrii'kar"]


Night had fallen upon the town. The stars shined brightly, moonlight and street lamps illuminated the largely deserted streets. For a change, the inhabitants were actually mostly asleep, as opposed making day out of night.


Enyo appreciated the solitude. Crowds tended to unnerve her. You could never be certain whether someone in the throng of people might be hiding a weapon. Or be an Archangel agent in disguise, gunning for you.


The park was largely devoid of visitors. Doubtless if it were daylight the summer meadow and the cool lake would be populated by all manners of sentient beings. Children would romp over the open space, people would play ball games, eat picnics or swim in the sea. They would be happy and carefree. It would seem...frivolous to her.


The setting was a summer meadow leading down to a cool lake. Trees gave shade in patches, but the main area of open space was covered in soft grass. Children of all ages romped over the space. Balls and other toys whizzed through the air. Off to one side a team was playing a game similar to baseball. People swum in the lake, and families ate picnics in the warm sunlight.


But tonight it was just her, two goons, and a well-groomed lady in a fancy business skirtsuit and killer heels who looked like she never got dirt under her perfectly manicured fingernails. Enyo could not imagine her surviving for long without the creature comforts that the less enlightened called civilisation.


For her part, the clone was dressed in rather severe clothes. They did little to hide her cybernetic physiology. The discomfort it caused the other woman did not escape the cyborg. She soaked it up like a sponge.


"You've arrived. You have the datacron?" Refined pronounciation, cultured accent that scored an A+ on haughtiness. The two goons did a good impression of looking like kath hounds on the leash.


"You know the answer. You got the money?" her tone was more than a little imperious.


"Remember who you're talking to," one goon snarled. She pegged him as a Mandalorian. Or a former one. Did those exist? The Clans had scattered and fallen on hard times. Such a shame.


Enyo's expression was a blank, stone-like mask. "Not you," she spoke icily.


"Now, now, let's be civilised. I show you the credits, you show me the datacron."


Enyo nodded curtly, not taking her predatory eyes off the mooks. She reached into her jacket and pulled the item out. At the same time, the well-dressed woman produced a credit chit. "Seven thousand credits. Untraceable," she said as she reached for the item.


"Ten thousand. That was the deal. Either I get fair pay, or you get nothing."


"That's not how things work here, dear. Your methods were...unnecessarily loud. That goes out of your pay."


"No deal." Then everything happened very fast.


One of the goons lunged at her with reckless aggression, but his forward movement was not only arrested but turned against him when he made unpleasant contact with a booted foot that crashed against his waist. Enyo did not have to put a lot of force into the manoeuvre, the fact that her leg was made of phrik did all the work.


He would not be getting up again any time soon after his flight ended. The other goon looked frightened but had pulled out his blaster. He took just a second too long. He got one shot off, a red-hot kill bolt exiting the gun's barrel and being absorbed by the open palm of a metal hand. Then intangible fingers suddenly took control over his gun and, indeed, his hand. Like a puppet pulled by invisible strings, he put the gun beneath his jaw and shot himself. The laser bolt shore through his skull. Enyo spared him no further glance when he crumpled to the ground like an empty sack of potatoes.


"Do I need to be more convincing?" she hissed icily.


The well-dressed lady shook her head, shaking slightly. "No...no, ten thousand. As a matter of fact, I'll throw in a bonus," her hands trembled strongly when she handed over a bunch of credits.


"Pleasure doing business. Watch your step. The night is dark and full of terrors," Enyo took ahold of the credits, tossed the datacron at the woman's feet and stalked away. As she got distance between her and the fancy-dressed lady, she felt a strong sensation in the Force. Her senses were diminished since Korriban, but she could feel that she was not alone. There was another Forceful presence in the park - and it was close.