The Amalgam
Darth Phyre II
Canto Blight, Evening.
Arrived in: Corrupted Flesh: Vintage X-70B Phantom Class Yacht
Armed With: Skin Shears (Purple Double-Bladed Lightsaber)
First Degree Burn (Laser Pistol)
Wearing: Resistance Epidermis
Canto Blight.
If Mos Eisley was a wretched hive of scum and villainy, then Canto Blight was a classy hive of scum and villainy. The only real difference was the size of the pocket book and the quality of the tailors.
The Amalgam despised these people, in spite of understanding the necessary evil they served. They kept the well oiled chaos that everyone thrived on going. She didn't despise them because of their wealth...she had a yacht herself. Traveled in style, just like Uri. (Even The Amalgam could admit that as sexy as her ship was, it wasn't as sexy as The Silent Erika. There was just something those damned Naboo engineers had gotten right the first time with the space frame. Who ever had dreamt that up had earned their pay, and probably deserved more.)
The Amalgam was here on this rich world of blood merchants to stalk something that got its fill of blood in an entirely different manner.
That something was [member="Sawa Ike"].
She was nothing to sneeze at, this one. Had a good few millenia on The Shapeshifter.
But the Shi'ido was no pushover. She had scores of dead Jedi and other Sith to attest this.
Plus, as she descended into the atmosphere, having paid the docking fee by transmission from her revived shadow-account, she could hide her presence. The element of surprise had felled even the strongest Force Adept.
But she wasn't hiding herself right now. She wanted the vampire to get a hint of what she was dealing with as she descended through the atmosphere, her presence a seething pestilence in the Force that affected even her own ship with the residual traces of her darkness. She had crossed many lines gleefully to get her presence that corrupt.
All who touch Maple were to die, as The Unholy Spirit commanded.
As she landed on a pad overlooking the beach in the distance, spotting a white tower shaped almost like an Ionic Column...the hotel The Amalgam had checked into, knowing Sawa was located close by. It was surrounded by various restuarants and casinos, spotlights shining on it. She walked a long, leisurely pace towards it, carrying a duffle bag of spare clothing to wear to really blend in and wear over her suit.
The plan was to draw Sawa into a crowded, enclosed area, where much of her advantage was negated. The Amalgam was a master of killing in a crowd or confined spaces.
The Amalgam was angered by this one for some reason. No, that wasn't being honest.
The Amalgam was angered because Maple fled to the arms of one who the Shapeshifter assumed, at best, saw Uri as a pet, yet rejected The Amalgam for basically wanting to do what Sawa no doubt intended eventually: Corrupt Uri.
The Amalgam had but one thing to say about that, as she checked into the gold and white, eco-architecture themed lobby, whose arches and doors and stairs had a smooth, curving, swirling aesthetic:
She is MINE to train. MINE.
The Nautolan manning the check in desk had let his eye slide to her skintight combat suit with an intrigued glance because it was being worn by an exceptionally curvy woman with fair skin, black hair and deep purple eyes with a face that was designed to bewitch men and even some women into doing her bidding. He didn't summon security, because it looked so thin it really could have just been a body glove for all he knew. Plus, people got distracted by the curves.
As she finished check-in she saw various, oblivious rich people milling about the hotel. They would not be much trouble. She was quite wrong about this. She'd want to kill all of them by the end of tonight.
No one would be permitted to interfere with guiding Uri to the Darkness. And mailing Uri Sawa's head would be a good way of pushing her closer to the edge.
As she got off the turbolift, her lightsabers hidden in special cavities in her arms she admired the white and gold floral decor of the hotel passages, headed into her private suite and plopped on the king sized bed, the suite having the same white and gold floral pattern as the outside. She didn't notice any of the luxury. She was only thinking of Uri.
Specifically, of how to best cause her pain. It was all she could think about sometimes. Though he she had bothered to finally conceal her presence.
Uri's green gaze haunted her as she relaxed, staring into the ceiling, her beautiful surroundings utterly meaningless. There was only Uri, and the destiny she must be steered to.
Arrived in: Corrupted Flesh: Vintage X-70B Phantom Class Yacht
Armed With: Skin Shears (Purple Double-Bladed Lightsaber)
First Degree Burn (Laser Pistol)
Wearing: Resistance Epidermis
Canto Blight.
If Mos Eisley was a wretched hive of scum and villainy, then Canto Blight was a classy hive of scum and villainy. The only real difference was the size of the pocket book and the quality of the tailors.
The Amalgam despised these people, in spite of understanding the necessary evil they served. They kept the well oiled chaos that everyone thrived on going. She didn't despise them because of their wealth...she had a yacht herself. Traveled in style, just like Uri. (Even The Amalgam could admit that as sexy as her ship was, it wasn't as sexy as The Silent Erika. There was just something those damned Naboo engineers had gotten right the first time with the space frame. Who ever had dreamt that up had earned their pay, and probably deserved more.)
The Amalgam was here on this rich world of blood merchants to stalk something that got its fill of blood in an entirely different manner.
That something was [member="Sawa Ike"].
She was nothing to sneeze at, this one. Had a good few millenia on The Shapeshifter.
But the Shi'ido was no pushover. She had scores of dead Jedi and other Sith to attest this.
Plus, as she descended into the atmosphere, having paid the docking fee by transmission from her revived shadow-account, she could hide her presence. The element of surprise had felled even the strongest Force Adept.
But she wasn't hiding herself right now. She wanted the vampire to get a hint of what she was dealing with as she descended through the atmosphere, her presence a seething pestilence in the Force that affected even her own ship with the residual traces of her darkness. She had crossed many lines gleefully to get her presence that corrupt.
All who touch Maple were to die, as The Unholy Spirit commanded.
As she landed on a pad overlooking the beach in the distance, spotting a white tower shaped almost like an Ionic Column...the hotel The Amalgam had checked into, knowing Sawa was located close by. It was surrounded by various restuarants and casinos, spotlights shining on it. She walked a long, leisurely pace towards it, carrying a duffle bag of spare clothing to wear to really blend in and wear over her suit.
The plan was to draw Sawa into a crowded, enclosed area, where much of her advantage was negated. The Amalgam was a master of killing in a crowd or confined spaces.
The Amalgam was angered by this one for some reason. No, that wasn't being honest.
The Amalgam was angered because Maple fled to the arms of one who the Shapeshifter assumed, at best, saw Uri as a pet, yet rejected The Amalgam for basically wanting to do what Sawa no doubt intended eventually: Corrupt Uri.
The Amalgam had but one thing to say about that, as she checked into the gold and white, eco-architecture themed lobby, whose arches and doors and stairs had a smooth, curving, swirling aesthetic:
She is MINE to train. MINE.
The Nautolan manning the check in desk had let his eye slide to her skintight combat suit with an intrigued glance because it was being worn by an exceptionally curvy woman with fair skin, black hair and deep purple eyes with a face that was designed to bewitch men and even some women into doing her bidding. He didn't summon security, because it looked so thin it really could have just been a body glove for all he knew. Plus, people got distracted by the curves.
As she finished check-in she saw various, oblivious rich people milling about the hotel. They would not be much trouble. She was quite wrong about this. She'd want to kill all of them by the end of tonight.
No one would be permitted to interfere with guiding Uri to the Darkness. And mailing Uri Sawa's head would be a good way of pushing her closer to the edge.
As she got off the turbolift, her lightsabers hidden in special cavities in her arms she admired the white and gold floral decor of the hotel passages, headed into her private suite and plopped on the king sized bed, the suite having the same white and gold floral pattern as the outside. She didn't notice any of the luxury. She was only thinking of Uri.
Specifically, of how to best cause her pain. It was all she could think about sometimes. Though he she had bothered to finally conceal her presence.
Uri's green gaze haunted her as she relaxed, staring into the ceiling, her beautiful surroundings utterly meaningless. There was only Uri, and the destiny she must be steered to.