Thread: Mirage ~ All Welcome

Gothic styled Churches with spires that climb towards the heavens mark the horizon, surrounded by strife and villainy. The Churches are left completely untouched; a stark contrast to the bombed out buildings and scarred landscape that the people of the city are so used too. Those that are lucky have survived to adulthood, but no one person makes it that far untouched.

Horrific scars, mangled limbs, and many other tale tell signs of terrible ‘accidents’ are visible upon the faces of these victims. Every so often you might happen across a figure with an untouched visage and these are the ones that are feared the most. The warped memories and psychotic thoughts that assault them daily drive them to do things that would make the most resilient of men wretch with disgust.

Bullet shells litter the ground alongside glass and other debris. Small children clutch their knees to their chest and rock back and forth, suffering from shell shock and crying for parents that will never come. They can not write, nor read, but put a rifle in their hands and they’ll put one between your eyes.

The oppressive police force, once called upon by the civilians to protect them, are controlled by the Churches and used to quell uprisings by the Rebel forces that operate in the extensive sewer system that runs for miles under the city.

There is no such thing as peace here. There is no such thing as silence, or privacy. Your life may be forfeit at any second and the only thing you can do about it is lay down and accept it or fight back…unless you are free of morals and have the desire to join those that would other wise oppress you.



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Character/post will be forthcoming.

Character sheet is posted here: http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...618#post608618

Please, forgive me for not knowing the fancy smancy way of making the here a hyperlink.

Anyone that wishes to join me as the antagonist, please by all means, do so.
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Crunching glass was disregarded as blue eyes stared down the narrow street. A cruel smile adorned the face of the man decked out in police riot gear, but due to the way the headpiece covered his face the smile went unnoticed by any of the men under his charge. He held an MP5 in his grip; it felt odd but not out of place. He had used weapons in the past, but hadn’t made it a point of using slugthrowers too often. Unfortunately all this place had to offer were such devices.

Of course, the powerful man had no qualms about using a weapon that ripped into flesh, pierced organs and with proper technique could even splinter bones. The sadistic animal inside of him purred like a kitten at the thought, wishing nothing more then to indulge in wanton blood shed. He tightened his grip and pressed on, picking up the pace as he neared the decrepit apartment building.

The sun had long ago set and their operation had been planned down to the second over two days ago. His mission was to bring the target back alive so the higher ups could work ‘it’ over and pump out information about the rebels. Zadkiel, however, felt a deviation from the plan would be in order if there were no secondary targets he could sate his blood lust with.

His pace quickened and his nose twitched; the strings invisible surrounded him and allowed him to extended his perceptions further then any of the mere mortals that accompanied him. The group stopped on either side of the rickety door; their approach had been flawless. In no more then five seconds hand signals had been exchanged and the door was kicked in with little effort.

The intimidating team entered into the room, all eyes searching for hostiles or the target…

Name: Malyss Slayde
Sex: F
Species: Human
Appearance: Tall, thin but extremely muscular, silver eyes, short dark hair
Age/Semblant Age: 20's
Apparel/Possessions: Tattered brown trench coat, dark tight fitting clothes that offer ease of movement, a few small weapons but main is her saber.
Short Bio/Powers : Sith Warrior Lord

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Silver eyes, brimming with ire, opened suddenly.

"What in hells name..." the woman hissed.

She sat and up flung away the filthy sheets that had conformed to her body. Her eyes skimmed the crumbling innards of the room before she stood and gathered her scant belongings. She then clipped her weapon to her waist, whirled a tattered brown trench coat over her thin form and without a backward glance strode out into the dust and death ridden hallway.

She approached the first door on her right. One perfectly placed boot effortlessly kicked the wooden door from it's hinges. It slammed into the floor and the room's inhabitant awoke with a start. He scrambled off of his tattered cot, eyes welling with fear.

"MARR!"

The man stood at attention, his eyes never breaking from hers as the lanky, short haired woman advanced slowly.

"Yes, Lady Slayde."

"What HELL have you found us this time?" She asked with an elegant sweep of her arm, permitting the tall scruffy man to break her gaze. "What is this? Last night we fell asleep in a lavish suite. Today we awake in a rotting slum."

The man nervously glanced about, only then seeing what the lady spoke of. "I... I have no explenations. I don't understand."

"You brought us here. I trusted that you trusted this place. Gather your belongings and come. I don't fully understand this place either and I am reluctant to pry with the Force into the surrounding landscape just yet. Even without enhanced senses death and destruction are thick in the air. I can almost taste it."

Malyss turned suddenly and exited the room. She did not wait for the man to follow. After a few minutes Marr joined her and they walked silently through the horror of this new place. Her senses were continually assaulted by sickening scenes of oppression all around. They were not of her concern and she simply shoved aside or stepped over those that attempted to make contact. Her heart remained hardened.

The Sith lady understood that they were in some sort of shifting realm. What she didn't understand was who was in control and how much control, if any, she still was in possession of. This was supposed to be an escape from carefully controlled world she'd spent years constructing around herself. This place turned out to be a bit more of an escape than she had anticipated.

A few minutes of walking brought them to a familiar sight, the place called Mirage. It stood before them, unchanged and unscathed in the midst of the battle scarred city. Deciding to stick with the familiar for now the pair entered Mirage to gather their wits about themselves.

A baton was withdrawn from Zadkiel’s hip and in a single swift motion the jaw of a lady tugging at his arm and begging they release what he figured to be her husband was broken. A mixture of teeth, blood, and saliva sprayed out of her mouth and across the grimy looking far wall. He smirked and looked down at her, crying and clutching her face. Tears and blood were always a favorite combination of his.

He followed the team out after wiping the blood off of his weapon and onto the woman. They had acquired the primary target and the blow to her face had sated the beast within him for the time being. He knew there would be more brutality; there was always more brutality here. As they neared the daunting van they arrived in, he was approached by a thin, aging, fearful man. It was quite obvious that he did not want his identity to be known by the way he had his face wrapped and covered.

The man came close only when Zad waved away those under his command and waved the man closer. Even if he wanted to resist, he would have found himself unable to turn away from Zadkiel now. He was weak willed and greedy; easy prey.

“Ss…sir, I bring you news of her.”

Instantly Zadkiel turned and glared at his soldiers, barking orders for them to return to the station without him. When dust and fragments of the surrounding buildings had settled after the departure of the van, he returned his icy gaze to the man. An obvious chill crept up the cowering figures spine as he told of the sight he had beheld no more then twenty minutes before.

The memory of her brought his beast around until it was full awakened. The thing was clawing at his flesh, growling for escape, for blood; her blood. He paid the man very little before shoving him aside and making his way towards where she was reportedly seen venturing.

A good couple of hours oozed by as Malyss and her accomplice whispered across the table to each other. Together they attempted to make sense of the insanity in which they were now ensnared.

Other patrons conversed amongst themselves, their voices a low droning hum beneath the strains of slow jazz like music that thrummed throughout the place. Every so often Malyss's eyes would glance suspiciously around the room before locking back onto the sooty eyes of the man across from her.

"I think, dear Marrkabe, that perhaps this is just the place I'd been searching for. You are not as much the blundering fool I'd taken you for this morning. My gratitude to you for finding this... realm. " Malyss raised a thin stemmed wine glass into the air and swirled the reddish liquid inside. "To dumb luck."

The man raised his glass in salute and grinned. His chest puffed out with pride in the knowledge that he'd done something worthy of approval.

Malyss noticed his suddenly swelling ego and grinned. "Don't you go getting egotistical on me. I don't want to waste time preforming another attitude adjustment on you."

Marr nodded and smiled sheepishly.

Lady Slayde sat back and relaxed slightly, her mind racing. She had learned of places that existed above and beyond the forces of light and dark she'd been trained in while still a member of the order. To now sit in the midst of mythology was a delightfully twisted pleasure.

Now, where to begin...

Zadkiel entered into Mirage, a bit weary to enter into a place that might whisk him away from this paradise but knowing that sitting out front and waiting on her to leave, or if it was in fact her, would be nothing more then a punk move and he certainly wasn’t a punk. He had stripped out of the police gear and changed into something more reserved and non-descript.

Wasting no time, he approached the managers office and entered it. Having come in the back way, he didn’t have to go far. A short, fat man looked up in surprise at him. He squinted at Zad and his brow furrowed as he tried to get a clear look at who was invading his office unannounced.

“I require your assistance, or rather the assistance of your security team. A suspected criminal might be in your establishment and I wish to…subdue her and remove her. You will help me, surely.”

The short little man leaned back in his leather chair, letting out a bout of obnoxious, disrespectful laughter. He continued on for at least half a minute as Zadkiel stood quiet, steadily getting angrier at the man but holding himself in check.

“You barge in unannounced and expect me to jump up and help you? What makes you think you even have jurisdiction here, huh?” The man chortled. “You are no better or worse then any one else in this place, save for the staff and myself of course, and I assume you’ll respect that and leave this ‘suspect’ alone for the duration of your stay.”

He sounded far too sure of himself considering who he was talking too. It would take little more then a flick of Zad’s wrist to snap the stubby man’s neck and leave him for death to claim, but that wouldn’t help him any. The taller, slimmer of the two shook his head slowly and excused himself from the office. During his time with the order, he had learned many things but the thing he prided himself on the most was the ability to remain in control of himself. For all the urges lurking beneath the surface, he was able to keep a firm grip on each and every one of them. He was their Master, not vice versa.

The thrill of perhaps finally finding her, though, held no small part in helping him remain under control. He would do nothing to mess up what might be his only chance at getting even. He had been on a Galaxy wide search for her, spent countless days and nights obsessing over whether or not he’d ever find her. He had no family, no friends, no attachments at all so when he just…disappeared one day, off on his little adventure no one noticed.

The dull, rhythmic steps of his boots sounded from the back hallway as he entered the main area. The music was distasteful and the patrons disgusting, but none of that mattered. His eyes flitted over the crowd, taking in the sights of gluttony, lust, avarice as they were indulged to the fullest all around him. It was delightful to see people enjoying such things but real enjoyment was not found until the unseen strings tugged his eyes to the side and locked them on two figures whispering to each other. With a chuckle, he approached. His blond locks were shaggier then the last time they had seen each other, but for the most part his body had remained the same on the outside. Still just a little too muscular. With arrogance in every step he couldn’t help but grin.

”At last…”

He slammed his palms down on the table; anything sitting on the table jumped with surprise as he looked between the two figures.

“Didja miss me?”

"No more than I miss the rest of your pathetic kind." Malyss casually answered without looking at the creature that dared invade her space... her time. "Lord Zaddy. Or is it Master now? Surely someone as self centered and as single minded as you would have whored his way up another notch in the Sith ranks."

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes, not even affording him a face to face conversation. She took another sip of what was had been a celebratory drink, now ruined.

"Marrkabe. Allow me to introduce you to the the reason I deserted the Order. This is the Sith Zadkiel, one of the Order that trained me."

Marr's pitch black eyes glared at the form that hovered over their table. He was about to speak but Malyss cut in.

"But pay Zaddy no mind. He's about to escort himself out of our presence." Her eyes turned back to Zad. "Aren't you... Sithmutt."