United for Chaos

[Nisha Decrilla]

There were some things that Anaya could not do alone. Realisation of this fact came to light in the early days of the dark path she walked. She had learnt, in time, that you often had to rely on other people to get the dirty work done for you. It was that reliance on others that she had built her network upon. Controlling the people she relied on was easy when you had fear on reputation on your side, but even those people could not help her with this. She needed, as much as she detested to admit it, sith to help her. She needed a bull in a china shop and she needed a ruthless killer. And she needed them to draw a lot of attention. She only had nobodies under her control, because nobodies faded better into the background when required.

For this, she needed [member="Mikhail Shorn"] and [member="Jacen Cavill"].

Of course, getting the two of themj in the same room was challenge enough, never mind that one of them would gladly see her head on a platter, if only he could remove it himself. Still, she hoped she had something to offer them. A chance to cause chaos, to upset one of the greater powers in the galaxy. And credits if nessecary. So she sent the request out to the two men to meet her at Void Station.

She chose her location carefully. A public place, not that that ever stopped the two of them, but perhaps it would give them a moment to think before they tried to kill each other. The restaurant was always busy, but a sweet smile here and a few credit chips in the right hand and Anaya had secured a VIP room that overlooked the rest of the guests. She nursed a glass of red wine while waiting for her companions.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Shorn stalked into the room with a predatory gait wearing his usual leather jacket, black t-shirt, and dark wash jeans. A new glint shone in his eyes to go along with his mischievous ways. Hunger. Hunger in the way he looked at the waitress as she came up to him. Hunger in the way he stared at the humanoids moving about with their simple, pathetic lives inside the restaurant. A hunger that he hated perhaps more than he hated being a Sith. That voraciousness inside of him only bound him closer to the Dark Side. And oh, how he loathed it. The walking embodiment of bad news moved straight for the room where he felt a familiar presence.

And not familiar in the nice way.

Breathing entirely too calm for the hatred in his eyes, Shorn opened the door to the VIP room and slipped inside almost without a sound. Such catlike grace was new to him, but not unwelcome. He stared at the twi'lek inside the room. Her red skin bore black tattoos. He remembered many things. The feel of that bare, uncovered skin, tattoos rippling as her lithe form shuddered beneath him... and the peculiar sensation of jamming his lightsaber through her back and out her chest. Mikhail stared with closed lips. He ran a tongue over a too long and too sharp canine. It had been entirely too long since he'd last fed. She would make a nice meal. He could hear the beat of her heart circulating blood. That caused him to flash a disingenuous, mocking smile.

"Hello, Anaya," he drawled.

[member="Anaya Fen"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya turned her head slightly as the door clicked shut behind Mikhail. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she recalled the last time the two of them had been in a room together alone. She was running out of fingers to count the amount of times she had cheated death now. She turned to face him, red eyes drinking in his from from toe all the way to those icy blue eyes. Oh, Anaya would be lying if she denied her desire for him, but there was only so many times you could be stupid before it caught up with you and stabbed you in the back.

There was a hunger in his eyes that she hadn't seen before, a slight frown creased her forehead and she reached out with the force, trying to get a sense of what had changed. "Mikhail," she said finally, raising her glass slightly to him in greeting a smirk forming on her lips "Whatever it is you are thinking of doing, I'd advise against it. As I recall it, you lost a hand last time you tried to kill me, and I was blind and had my back to you. Imagine what I could take now." She moved to the table to top up her wine glass and pour out a glass for him too. A third glass still stood empty. [member="Jacen Cavill"] should enter soon, leaving these two alone for two long always ended up messy.

Picking up the freshly poured glass she offered it to him. "Besides, you'd ruin a perfectly good opportunity to piss off someone far more important than little old me."

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

The newborn Garhoon moved with inhuman speed, even for a Force User. His hand - his cybernetic hand - was wrapped around [member="Anaya Fen"]'s throat before she could so much as blink. He didn't squeeze.

"I dragged your half-living corpse to a medbay instead of ripping your heart out. Don't forget that."

The air grew cold around Mikhail. A sudden wave of telekinetic energy rippled out from him, causing the room to shudder with the emphasis of his words. She remembered things differently than he did. His hand had been torn off by a cute trick, but the short fight had still ended with her at his mercy. He had brought down an Empire and a Senate since then. She swum in waters out of her depth.

Slow breathing accompanied an even slower blink as Mikhail settled the hunger within and relinquished his grip on her neck. He still stood over her, staring down at the lethan with eyes as cold as Hoth. He could hear the rush of fluid through her veins. Oh how he wanted to rip that sweet, sweet neck open and drain her till her corpse ran dry. Mikhail exhaled long and hard, then smiled quaintly.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya did not flinch as he came for her, though her heart rate increased significantly, whether through fear or excitement, she wasn't entirely sure. He was far too easy to push, so much so that she simply couldn't help herself. She simply knew him to well.

She set both wine glasses down all traces of a smile gone from her face. "You stabbed a blind woman in the back and then sentiment got the better of you and you allowed her to live. I rarely forget anything, sweetness." A hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead before coming to rest on his chest. "I'm eternally grateful for your change of heart, but I'm also a total queen that loves to wind you up." Her smirk had returned then. "And seeing as you make it so easy for me..." she chuckled, collected her glass and moved back to the window that overlooked the restaurant, turning her back to him.

He'd mover fast, with a speed that she'd only encountered in Moridin and his son. Both had garhoon in their blood. Was it possible Mikhail had the same? If so why hadn't she seen it before? She turned to look at him, curiosity in her expression. Her fist opened and closed as she tested the soft flesh of her palm with her nails, weighing up her odds for survival if she pushed to far.

Where was the fun without the risk? She plunged her nails into her palm with a small hiss, the warm liquid pleasant beneath her finger tips. She tilted her head to watch the effect it would have on Mikhail.

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

His gaze fastened onto the ruby drops spilling from her palm. A hunger arose within Mikhail which he could not put down. The sound of her beating heart promised more of that scarlet ambrosia. Shorn's eyes widened, becoming perilously pale, so much so that they almost seemed to glow, or perhaps that was merely a trick of the light. His mouth opened, revealing long canines with tips to sharp to be human. He hissed vehemently, breath rushing out and over his bared teeth.

"That," he rasped, "Was very stupid."

Telekinesis ripped out from him as he wrapped his will around her and attempted to pin her up against the window, face first. With a flash of preternatural swiftness, he was at her side, fangs bared, ready to plunge them into her neck. He would not deny himself the blood of this one. One who he hated so much. She deserved to die like this, to be drained of blood. And oh, how he longed to taste that scarlet ichor.

[member="Anaya Fen"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Well, that was interesting.

Anaya struggled against his telekinetic grasp, forcing her palms against the window to stop her hitting it face first, a throaty chuckle escaping her lips. "Control yourself, Mikhail. The night is young, you'd miss out on so much if you killed me now." As she spoke, dark tendrils rose from the floor at her feet and weaved a net between them, deadly to the touch. They shifted to surround Anaya enveloping her in a protective cage and lessening Mikhail's grasp on her. If she closed the net entirely it would cut her off from the force and fail.

Red eye locked on his blue ones as she smirked. "I just wanted to see if my assumptions were correct, that's all. Question is though, who woke the garhoon in you Mikhail? It wasn't you, else you would have done it a long time ago." she tilted her head "If you behave, you can have a drink. If you don't, I'm going to dice you up and post you back home bit by bit. Are you going to behave?"

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail stared at her for a long moment, letting the silence hang between them as he struggled to come to grips with the wolf inside of him. His chest rose and fell heavily. He could hear the tantalizing blood rushing through her veins. His eyes were still in that wide, feral state, mouth fixed in a wordless snarl, lips curling upward to expose those gleaming canines. At last, he stretched a hand through the mesh of dark tendrils to wrap around the side of her neck, hissing as it burnt away part of his flesh, yet strangely not his clothes, then he spoke.

"If I wanted you dead, you would be."

Then he plunged his teeth toward those throbbing veins.

[member="Anaya Fen"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya let the net drop as he face came towards her neck, those fangs glinting in the light. A gasp escaped her as they punctured the soft flesh of her neck, her hands coiled about his upper arms, nails digging through cloth and into flesh and she shuddered wit pleasure. Mikhail might claim to hate Anaya, he might think and talk about killing her, but at the end of the day he couldn't resist her. Why kill such pleasures of flesh?

A hand moved from his arm t the back of his head seizing a handful of hair she yanked him away from her neck. Her blood lingered at the corner of his lips. "Don't be greedy, my sweet." she said softly, leaning forward she licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, eyes glittering with her own hunger as she left a light kiss on his cheek. She controlled herself, and moved away from him. Such pleasures would only end in blood shed, they always did. She sank into a chair and crossed on leg over the other watching him silence, her smile gone her expression pensive.

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

The back of his hand moved deftly across his mouth, smearing away the dribbles of blood. Mikhail licked his lips, savoring that rich, coppery tang. The glow in his pale blue gaze subsided, the color returning to a more normal hue. His breathing slowed and he regarded Anaya's coy posture. She thought she had him wrapped around his finger and she didn't try to hide it. Did she know the truth, that he was just hungry for blood, any blood, and that he had only drank hers because she had been the only person in the room? Or did she delude herself into thinking that it was merely her taste that sent him over the age?

Mikhail ran his tongue over his canines. "That was...." His eyes found hers. "Average." He smirked. "What do you want, Fen."

[member="Anaya Fen"]

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya rolled her eyes. It always bugged her how dismissive he was, its why she pushed his buttons so damn hard, at was the best way she knew to get at him. He made the fatal mistake of allowing Anaya into his head for a fleeting moment all at time ago and she'd never left, she kept her claws dug into him and she could rile him up without too much effort. No he wasn't wrapped round her finger, Anaya knew that you didn't control people like Mikhail, you just pissed them off then offered them a more appealing target to attack.

"I want you to cause a scene for me, so I can steal something." she gestured at the seat opposite her and picked up her wine. "I'd invited someone else to play smash with you, but he's late. So he can miss out on the game." Reaching into her pocket she pulled a small holoprojecter from it and set it on the table. It flickered to life and depicted a miniature medical cruiser that rotated slowly. "How much, do you want to piss off Ayden Carter?"

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Darron Wraith]

"I'm actually right on time," rang out a voice full of confidence and the darkside of the Force. Striding forth confidently, the Sith Master flippantly spun his lightsaber hilt in his hands. Kryptus' eyes were practically glowing in the night, and he just now had revealed himself fully in the Force. Lost in the spectacle that was their argument and Shorn baring his fangs, had been Cade Lee changing and taking the ring off. In his place stood the towering Sith Lord covered in his armorweave body suit, and the gauntlet that he had worn at Velok's auction. Power rippled through, and around the man. Towering over the both of them, he slowly sauntered over to them, his powerful muscles coiling and uncoiling with each movement. Cavill may as well spelt out I'm ready to fight you both to the death if need be, and he didn't hide it one bit. Anaya was quite adept at manipulating people, and Shorn was simply the one person would could nullify his up close advantage.

You can't kill what you can't reach Jacen, he reminded himself as he drew a few meters away.

"So where am I making a scene with Shorn?" Cavill didn't even look at Shorn, keeping his eyes focused on the Twi'lek Sith before him. "Or do you want to get your blood drained the rest of the night by that thing?" Now looking at Mikhail, he gripped his lightsaber hilt and pointed the emitter right at Shorn. "Try anything and I will blow your karking head off." If the lightsaber handle didn't convey his message, the burgeoning deadly sight that he was holding back made the message even clearer.

[member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Jacen's sudden egress from the shadows of the room surprised Mikhail, but he didn't let it show past a clenching of his fists and a sudden, cold light that entered his eyes. The Thronebreaker bared blood-stained fangs at [member="Jacen Cavill"] in a confident smile. "Wouldn't be the first time you tried," his words dripped with spite, "Remind me how that worked out for you?"

The question was rhetorical. The first time Kryptus had tried to laser beam Mikhail, Shorn had absorbed it with tutaminis and then unleashed a storm of glass on the man. The Garhoon's head turned toward [member="Anaya Fen"], regarding the svelte lethan with that predatory stare that held less hunger than it did outright murder. "As for the Space Cowboy, I think you know the answer to that."

For someone who had on no armor and carried with him no weapons, Mikhail Shorn appeared consummately at ease. He stood with that slight lounging nonchalance of a bored vornskr, but beneath that veil of casual flippancy was a coiled tenseness, as of a spring. Shorn was ready for a fight, and if the past was anything to measure by, the odds would favor him.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

"Ugh." Anaya tilted her head back as the tank barged in. "For goodness sake Jacen. You couldn't take both of us on even if you wanted to, so deflate your chest, stop picking at something you don't understand and put your lightsaber away." She lifted her head back and gave him a sweet smile before turning her attention back to the hologram and Mikhail's answer.
"Of course I do," Anaya said with a touch of impatience setting her wine glass down. "That's why I invited you. I figure you don't need credits to smash up a pretty little thing like this. The two of you together will draw more attention than the other once we're in. Getting in however requires subtlety. Something you, Mikhail, need coaching in. Thankfully, you have to masters to help you." She smirked at him before continuing. Poking the holoprojector with a finger to shift the image.

"The ship is due to stop here" she pointed to the Seswenna Sector "on route to Naboo, pirates are still a common occurrence so attacks are expected. But we're not going to attack it. We're going to play the victim. I've got my hands on a battered transport, a few more punches and we'll be good to go. We'll jump in when it reverts from hyperspace to recalculate its jump and request medical assistance. Once we're in, the game is pretty much set. Break everything, kill whoever you like while I get my insurance policy. Please leave a dropship in one piece though, we'll need it to get out and rendezvous with my ship." She collected her glass and sat back. "Questions?"

[member="Mikhail Shorn"][member="Jacen Cavill"]