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."

His face turned to indifference as he looked her over. She hadn’t changed an ounce, it would seem, though he wasn’t fond of the boy she was talking with. Since when did she keep company at all, anyways? He found himself wanting to get rid of the bastard that sat across from her. After all, he had been after her for who knows how long; he deserved that seat for the time being.

“Well, just as much of a social butterfly as ever than, I see. Please, do tell, why would I escort myself out of your presence when you haven’t even had the good manners to offer me a drink?”

He glared into her eyes, make it evident that he had absolutely no intention of leaving this place without having some choice words with her. She might not take this meeting as anything more than random chance, or bothersome at most but this was very serious to him.

“If anyone here is a mutt, it’d be you. After all, I’m a pure blood…your nothing more then a genetic anomaly. Now, I believe where we last left off there was some unfinished business between us.."

Her wine glass clinked lightly down onto the table and Malyss's eyes narrowed as she called up that last encounter with Zad.

"You are mistaken, as so often you are when it comes to matters between us. Our business was quite finished. A genetic aborration bested and beat an allegedly pure and superior human specimen. That was the end of it."

Finally she turned to face Zad so he could fully appreciate the cruel smile that spread across her face after the last statement. Marr's harsh and humorless chuckle accompanied his boss's bitter grin. He had heard of how Malyss had beat and humilated Zad at the conclusion of her Lordship trials. But he had no idea how complete Zad's loss and humiliation had been.

Malyss stood suddenly. Silver eyes flashing with utter contempt.

"And this is the end of this little reunion. So skip along back to the orgy of greed, massacre and fornication that calls itself Sith. It is the only place a weak, mangy beast such as yourself could belong, Zakiel."

Beneath it all her rage began to boil. Malyss would not let this pathetic piece Sith trash ruin everything. Not now. She was so close to realizing her grandest desires. Damn the meddling forces that had thrown them together again.

“Heh. You bested no one; do not be mistaken about such.”

Zadkiel glanced towards the boy that could help but chuckle at her comments. His eyes were full of disdain and unstrained, animalistic urges to commit unspeakable sadistic and brutal acts with his flesh. The look was amplified as he touched upon the force to use one of the few mental techniques all warriors were taught and most excelled at; the ability to instill a primal fear in someone with but a glance.

The look was only held for a few seconds, but he felt his goal had been achieved and by the time he looked back to Malyss, his eyes were as blue and clear as the day he was born.

“I lost all contact with the Sith a long time ago, shortly after our last encounter in fact.” Zad shifted his tongue, almost as if tasting it, before popping it in his mouth and looking at her with a bitter gaze. “Have you lost your sight, girl, you must have. There is no other excuse for why you proclaim to see a weak, mangy beast where there is one such as myself.”

He chuckled lightly, looking her form over slowly; eying up his prey as an animal seeking to over come the leader of the pack would size up the alpha. He leaned forward slowly, pausing only when his mouth was near her ear so that only she would hear what he had to say.

“I’ve found you, woman, and there will be no escape now. Your final days will be plagued by me, haunted, stalked…made more miserable then the hand life has dealt you.”

He pulled back, looking down for a moment, before turning on his heel and moving towards the bar.

(yeah, not really sure why my text is smaller and red when I use this computer...)

((doesn't matter, I shall still kick your ass no matter the size or colour of your font ))

Every fine hair stood at attention as the creature Zad moved closer. She did not draw away. To do so would be taken as a sign of weakness. She stood her ground, as still and as cold as as the Gothic statues that stared down upon the death stained city with their soulless stone eyes. Zad's rancid breath washed over her ear. His words found their target and rekindled the hell fire of hatred she'd previously felt for the man, her former Master.

As Zad walked away Marrkabe, with lightning quick reflexes, drew his blaster and fired off three perfectly trained shots at the back of the retreating man's head before Malyss could intervene. By way of the Force she ripped the blaster from Marr's grip before he could squeeze off a fourth shot.

Before Zad could react, before the blaster fire could find it's target, before Marr's weapon found Malyss's waiting palm, everything in Mirage came to a complete halt. Time was stopped in it's tracks.



One of the establishment's waitresses casually strolled through the frozen bodies to the trio of trouble makers. Her form, draped in a billowing white toga like dress, floated around and between Zad, Malyss and Marrkabe. She stood before Zad and stared him in the eyes. Her head cocked to the side curiously as she inspected him. She then glanced around Zad to the blaster fire that was halted an inch from searing into the back of his skull. She giggled. Her sight then fell upon Malyss and Marrkabe and the blaster that hung frozen in the air between them. Interesting situation, to say the least. These three would warrant further watching.

The lady shook her head dourly and flicked a stray strand of raven hair from her face. "Tsk, tsk. No fighting in the house kiddies." She informed in a voice laced with light and laughter. "You'll have to finish this outside."

Zad's face recieved a couple of playful smacks before the lady turned away. All light bled from the world. For a split second Malyss, Marrkabe and Zad were the only creatures left existing in that hunkering darkness.



A moment later the world flashed back into existence. They were no longer in the Mirage. The three, still frozen in their respective stances, materialized in the midst of a merciless bloodbath battle in one of the most decimated parts of the city. Time resumed it forward march. Zad, Malyss and Marrkabe came to in a rain of bullets and a chorus of agonized death cries.

His hand had touched his lightsaber the same instant the tremor was felt, unfortunately though something intervened. Zadkiel didn’t have the faintest idea just what it was, but when the trio appeared in one of the worst sectors of the city, the sector Zad most enjoyed policing, it was unmistakable that they had been removed without choice from Mirage and none to politely at that, considering how his face now stung.

The scarlet weapon on his hip burst into life and glowed cruelly as he twisted it around behind his back and shifted it ever so slightly; each blaster bolt was turned away. A surge of joyous rage surged through his veins as he whipped around and fling the coat covering his magnificently scared body to the side. The glow of his weapon illuminated each of the blemishes, ancient and as recent as only that morning. The result was a sight that would intimidate most, but not even come close to garnering more then a flinch from the woman before him.

Wishing for no distractions, he raised his open palm then slammed it against the ground. The body of her boy crumpled into a pile of flesh; his squirming was a most lovely sight and Zad almost felt it a shame that he had to be rid of the third. He lifted his hand then jerked it to the side, watching as the man was flung away and out of his sight. This was not his fight, regardless of where his loyalties lie this was between Malyss and him. No one else.

“You got that pathetic thing doing your dirty work now? Afraid you might have missed me? Need a man, regardless of how wretched a man he might be, to get the real tasks done? Cute.”

The suffering that surrounded him was empowering, the screams invigorating, and the death was the sweetest of ambrosias. He wanted to savor the moment, for the countless hours of torment that had passed since their last encounter had left him bitter and to savor it meant it would be all the more sweet once he slammed her lifeless face into the debris strewn ground.

He rotated the shaft in his hand and watched the light trail left behind by the weapon. It was time to see if his former apprentice had kept up with her saber training, as any real warrior would have. The words that followed, as he charged her, were mostly drown out by an explosion little more then fifty meters away.

“…Come girl, lay down and admit your inferiority before your Master.”

The new scene was met by a sneer from Malyss as finally the blaster was clutched by her nimble fingers. No time to wonder how they ended up outdoors she side stepped and whirled out of the way of a fresh shower of bullets. She spun, crouched low to the ground and fired back, picking off anything that was dressed in the same uniform as Zad.

Behind, she could hear a weapon hiss to life to be followed by the swift demise of Marrkabe. Effortlessly she unhinged her own saber while continuing to blast away those who took aim at her. Malyss did not activate her saber. Not yet. She simply held it out between she and the egotistical sack of Sith bastard that called her on.

Once a break came in the shooting Malyss turned like a rabid beast upon the man behind her. She lunged forward but did not attack with the weapons. Instead a savage blast of raw power surged out from Malyss. It slammed into Zad with all the force of a run away star ship. So powerful was the shove that it smashed him into a distant stone wall. The sound of flesh and bone impacting the unyeilding wall was sweet music to her ears.

Before he could recover Malyss gave the slightest nod of her head. The stone wall bent instantly to her will. It cracked, crumbled and then crashed down upon the pathetic creature that had the audacity to call himself her master.

A few more bullets whizzed past from behind. One nicked the former Sith lady's shoulder. She spun, coat tails flying, and gave a strong backhand sweep of her arm. Bullets that had sped toward her halted and then turned back upon the men who had fired them. The result was amusing to behold. Those foolish enough to have not taken cover were mowed down by back lash of their own bullets. Such primitive weapons. The only good thing about them was they were easy to manipulate.

But back to the bastard at hand.

Malylss spun, backflipped and seemingly danced her way through a new onslaught of gunfire. She leapt high and curled into a tight ball to minmize body area while she whirled through the air. The agile lady came to land behind the mountain of groaning rubble that encased Zad. She ignited her light saber. It's snap hiss was a familiar and soothing sound that amped up the desire to plunge the blood red blade straight into that mouth that never knew when to shut the hell up.

The air seemed to grow thick, almost suffocating, around the freshly destroyed wall. The man buried beneath the rubble took in a deep breath, tasting chips of rock and dust that covered him. Zadkiel could feel the countless scraps and cuts all over his body, but no bones had been broken…at least at this point, that is what he would tell himself. Not knowing for sure always made fighting a little easier.

The hand with his, now disengaged, lightsaber was pinned between two rocks with the weapon lulling on the edge of his forced open palm. He tried to move the hand and felt that the rocks had done enough damage that their tips were actually rubbing against each other from the center of his hand. Warm, thick blood was dribbling out of the wound, but such realization only earned a cackle laced with the insanity of a mad masochist.

All at once his entire body thrust upwards and the pile of rubble was effectively removed. The shards of rock, chunks of concrete and even much of the dirt and sidewalk surrounding the area flew outwards in every direction. Zad pulled his saber hand towards his chest and gripped the fingers, which refused to respond now that a few choice parts in his hand had been sliced in half by rubble, and bent them inwards until they were locked around his weapon.

He did not ignite it, though, rather he stalked towards Malyss with a shit eating grin laced with lunacy upon his face. This was his element, this was what he lived for, and she was nothing more then his final goal in life. With open palm, but curled fingers, his left palm shot forward and carried with it a blast from the force that sent her backwards as he quickened his step. His lifeless weapon was brought around to his left hip as he stopped in front of her. Whipping it around, he listened to the orgasmic sound of hard steel colliding with someone’s jaw with enough force to lift her off her feet.

“…bitch, we got a problem.”

His voice was thick with rage and a flitting arousal from the death all around. He spat a gob of dust filled salvia and blood out next to her, than ignited his weapon and cracked his neck. The resulting snap-hiss was accompanied by a startlingly loud pop. Without warning he drew back his right leg and, making sure there was more then amply force behind it, slammed it into her ribs and sent her further backwards. Before she could even finish sliding, he leapt into the air and brought his weapon up, preparing to slice her clean in two as soon as she met her destination.

Quicker than the eye could perceive Malyss twisted and turned between the sudden eruption of rock shards. When she spun to again face Zad she did not return his smile.

In an instant she sailed backward. Malyss barely managed to keep her footing. She turned to face Zad only to find herself soaring back, jaw raging with molten agony. But pain was welcome. It only served to focus thought and strengthen resolve. It was nothing but fuel to feed the ever growing fire of complete despise that rampaged deliciously through her veins.

She landed and rolled to her hands and knees only be sent sliding, courtesy of Zad's boot, through a mess of broken buildings and bodies. She rolled onto her back to see the creature bearing down. Malyss drew up her weapon to blocked the blow. Her muscles strained as she held off his weapon and the weight behind it.

A sudden blood slicked smile flashed up at Zad.

His saber blinked dead out at the exact moment both of Malyss's feet slammed square into his gut. The Sith mongrel was sent arcing backward through the air. Malyss lifted from the ground, landed on her feet, crouched and leapt after the soaring man. She spiralled through the air like a sleek bullet, her saber hugged close to her chest and creating an scarlet light trail behind. She summersaulted and came down, feet first into Zad's chest. The downward force of her stomp sped up his decent and he slammed into the concrete several times harder than normally he would have.

Still perched atop him Malyss took a moment to crush the bottom of her boot into his face and mash it around. She dropped a knee on his face as she whirled the lightsaber around so the blade protruded from the bottom of her grip. She positioned the length of the saber down the middle of Zad's body. His flesh sizzled and popped where it came into contact with the saber blade.

"No bitch."

She wrapped her left hand around his neck and crushed it, her fingers digging deep into the flesh and muscle. Her right hand, still gripping the light saber, tilted a bit. The tip of the weapon seared into the ground between Zad's legs and was slowly drawn up toward his crotch.

"You have a problem"

She grinned maniacally as crimson oozed and dripped from her blood drenched lips.

He felt her caress upon his weapon’s activation switch and cursed her as his weapon went dead just in time for her boots to steal away his breath. He prepared to curl his body into something that would reduce the damage, but before he could he felt her feet smash into his chest. His momentum was tripled little more then a second before he collided with the ground. The debris and rocky ground ripped up his back and sent shocks of pain to every inch of his body.

The grimy boot that was planted upon his face was disgusting and degrading, more so considering the owner of the boot. He grunted and prepared to fling her off with the force, but unfortunately she switched tactics and brought her knee into his face. Blood began to dribble out of the side of his mouth as his teeth were painted scarlet. Zadkiel gritted his teeth as the blade traveled down his body, adding a new scar to his collection in a way that was driving him mad.

He did not lean his neck back in an attempt to get air; that would be a sign of submission that he refused to give to the abomination. All he could do when he she positioned the blade between his legs was chuckle and stare her down. A sound came from deep in his throat just before he spat a large gob of salvia and blood into her face.

“You think that’s a problem? I made sure that would never be a problem.”

He watched as the blade met where the fleshy appendage between his legs should have been; the weapon only found Sith steel keeping it from cutting deep into his midsection. What her blade had sought to quench its blood lust on was no longer a part of him. All distractions had been purged from his body and mind.

“…That must be disappointing.”

He brought his left arm up; open palmed, and slammed it into the back of her elbow. It was forced forward and in that moment he brought his legs up off the ground and into the air until he was able to curl them around her neck in a very awkward, difficult position. Using gravity’s aid, he was able to pull her off and throw her as his legs returned to the ground.

Zad stood up, slowly, and released his lightsaber. It fell, clattering upon the ground as he moved forward and removed it from his mind completely. His right hand, wounded as it might have been, was still curled up and mostly useless. It was a shame, really, that he would not be able to give her a proper beating such as she deserved but she wouldn’t walk away, none the less.

He brought his knee into her gut and let his other leg rest on the ground next to her, his elbow driving downwards and colliding with her face. His left fist quickly followed as he desired to see her face black and blue, left as nothing more then a soup of ripped flesh, shards of bones, cartilage, blood, and in the end brain matter.

He wanted to speak, to degrade her, but he found his mouth was beyond use. The anger he felt for her disabled the all of his body that wouldn't be of use when beating her to death.


The back of his hand slammed into her face, to the left and just above her left eye. Behind him, a rock floated into the air and as he continued to punch her in a brute, forceful manner he came up along side his hand and waited for him to accept it and use it as a weapon. That moment wasn’t long away, as he quickly took it up and moved to crush her nose with it.

Back to ground getting a beating was a position Malyss was not accustomed to. Each strike and fresh burst of pain only focussed her, now murderous, rage.

She could not see due to Zad's fists pounding into her face. But then, Malyss didn't need to see. All around her the world came into view through her mind's eye. The landscape was ghost like and she could clearly envision the rock that was about to smash her face through the back of her skull.

In the split second it took for Zad to raise his weapon to strike, Malyss bucked free from the man, sending him catapulting forward. She twisted to her feet. Her eyes were swollen shut already but she had no use for vision at this point.

She crouched low. The bodies around Zad quickly bloated. Malyss thrust tendrils of her power into all the bodies. The corpses suddenly erupted. An all encompassing gush of shrapnel like bone shards ripped into Zad's flesh from all sides.

After the explosion she leapt to Zad and drove both of her fists, full force into his chest. It was an assault on an old would from one of their former encounters. She had previously crushed and pulverized his ribs and again attacked thatweak spot.

Malyss delighted in the sound of his rib cage cracking and collapsing inward. With force fueled speed each fist took it's turn continually driving Zad's shattered ribs deeper into his heart and lungs. One final round house kick planted square into his chest was her finishing move, landing the bastard flat on his back.

Before the mortally wounded creature could arise Malyss called hers and Zad's light saber to her waiting hands. She raised a foot to deliver the killing stomp but stopped. Instead, with her saber blade, she carved a design into Zad's chest. Two dots, on on each peck, an oblong u shape just above his navel and lastly a circle to encompass the char marks.

"I won't kill you. Live and suffer further on, Zaddy, knowing an impure creature of the weaker sex has beat you down yet again."

Malyss spat a mouthful of blood into Zad's face, smiled and then left, disappearing like a shadow specter into the ruins of the city.

The battered, bruised, and near dead body of the once great Sith Master was still for several long moments as the victor took her leave. His eyes, caked with dirt and blood, fluttered open halfway and tried to take in the sky above him as his weathered breathing steadily slowed down. Gathering what little energy he could, he reached out and grasped onto a rock, to begin crawling away for he had not the energy to even stand on his own two feet at this point.

The man was too beat down to even truly experience any of the emotions he should have, or that was how he figured it. In truth, though, the only emotion he was left capable of feeling was anger and rage, but he had been burnt out on those two; thus leaving him without the capacity to even feel human.

Zadkiel did not regret challenging Malyss, as wondering on for the rest of his life without fighting her again would have been a far worse fate that what he just suffered at her hands. She might have spoken of not killing him, but that was not up to her any longer. It was up to his body and whether or not it could withstand the punishment it had been dealt. If it could, he might just barely survive, but if it could not he would be dead within five minutes.

Slowly, agonizingly so, he crawled through a doorway of a derelict, old apartment building and leaned against the wall just inside the door. He closed his eyes, reality twisting and contorting as he struggled to figure out what was real and what was imagined…his time was nearing…death was closing in, coming for him, to reap his soul and punish him for his sins. Death would only find failure, though, as Malyss had single handedly punished him for a lifetime of sins in her triumph over him.

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(( Enter Gabriel; http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...482#post619482 ))

A slightly tall, slender formed figure approached the bar of the Mirage. Gabriel had only recently entered the place and it was far, far from what he was used to. Outside of this establishment lay a land that was decimated by machines of war with only a few places just barely hanging onto their sanctity. It was truly disgusting to see such violence at every turn, which is why he had chosen to remain inside the bar and drink himself silly.

He had appeared in a different form and garments every day, running up a tab under each assumed name and delighting in sampling drinks and delicacies from every corner of reality. Today he wore a set of rather flashy clothes that fit perfectly with the platinum locks of hair cascading down his back. Due to his form and features, no one was ever quite sure as to whether they should address him as Sir or Madam, but that was how he preferred it. Easier to get away with things if the witnesses couldn’t even tell what gender the culprit was. Plus it was just downright amusing to see someone getting flustered when they were unable to figure out how to address the enigmatic person.

Gabriel raised his hand, ordering another drink as he placed his shoes upon the table and relaxed. Today would be a good day; he could feel it.

Name: Raava
Sex: Female
Species: Whatever Mirage needs her to be
Appearance: Human form, tall, slender, long braided dark hair & eyes, skin sort of light iridescence and shifts with color when light strikes it a certain way
Age/Semblant Age: ageless but appears mid 20's usually
Apparel/Possessions: Light flowing clothes
Short Bio/Powers : An extension of the creator of Mirage

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Raava moved toward Gabriel and neatly placed his drink, a rather large order, beside the creature's upraised shoes.

"You certainly have made yourself at home."

Her deep lightless eyes drank in the sight of him. The lady's smile was all welcome and warmth.

"Do you frequent this place often... "she paused to consider whether it was a male or female before finishing, "... sir? I am your hostess Raava."

She bowed elegantly, eyes never straying from the eyes of the customer.

Gabriel looked up at her, raising an eyebrow with an odd sort of smirk upon his face as if to question something she had said. He left just what he was questioning ambiguous to see if he could make her feel nervous. Females had a tendency to be cute when they were nervous, unlike their counterparts which just seemed to try and grunt it away-save for the odd boy out that was also cute about it.

“Hmph, Not often, you know…just passing through. Maybe stay the night, I suppose. Nice to meet you, Raava. Thank you for the…” Gabriel reached over, picking up his drink and taking a quick sip of it....”…drink”

He glanced down at his footwear and merely smiled back at her before sinking back into the corner and pulling the drink backwards so that it was positioned beside him on the table.

With an elegant wave of Raava's hand the music in Mirage changed to something slow and soothing. It was a stark and somewhat morbid contrast to the occasional eruption of gunfire or the distant boom of explosives that surrounded the safe haven establishment.

The lady turned back to Gabriel, "The world violently expires outside of these walls. And all you do is kick your feet up and drink the time away. Do you feel any compassion for the creatures that die all about us?"

The change of music was entirely welcome by the elf. He enjoyed the contrast between death, pain, destruction and calm, soothing, peace. Two entirely different worlds separated by little more then a few walls. The lady’s question, however, was not one he welcomed. It stirred too many thoughts and pierced his placid disposition.

“Compassion? No, I lost all compassion for humanity long ago. They shunned me, hated me, and mocked me. I have no sympathy for those that die, those that cared nothing about me once…well, let us just say that humanity isn’t exactly on my top five favorites list.”

He wrapped his long, slender fingers around the chilled glass and swirled the liquid contents for a few long seconds before returning his gaze to her, his eyes a bit softer.

“It is a very callous outlook that I possess, but then if you’ve seen the things I’ve seen and experienced what I’ve experienced you too would harbor a similar nature.”

Gabriel looked down at his drink, pausing to take a sip of it as old wounds that had only just scabbed over began to fester once more.

“How about you? You stay in here, serving drinks rather then going out there to help them. Do you lack compassion, or just courage?”

Raava laughed.

Hers was not a normal laugh. It was light and haunting, seeming to come from the very air that embraced them all.

"I assure you sir I am out there as well as right here."

From across the room another waitress turned to stare Gabriel's way. "As I am right here."

From behind the bar the bartender waved to grab the elf's attention. "As I am right here."

Raava grinned and twirled a finger into a ringlet of her hair.

"As I am.. right here." Came a voice from across the table from Gabriel. There suddenly sat an anthro lion with a blond, shaggy mane. He winked, got up and left. But first he gave Raava a friendly nod as he passed her by.

She nodded in return and then turned back to the elf. "So you see, I am here. I am there. I am anywhere I please. I lack nothing."

Gabriel’s eyes flickered from one figure to the next as they all spoke to him in turn. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit surprised at what he’d just witnessed, but all things considered it wasn’t an entirely strange event. He rested his eyes on her, lost in silent contemplation. Without warning, a sly smile appeared upon his face. He slid out of the boot he was in and moved close to her, cocking his head to the side like a curious animal.

“Interesting…Anywhere you please, you say?”

His tongue slide over his lips, moisturizing his lips after they had suddenly dried out from the surprise at seeing this seemingly normal waitress was something more.

“Does that include inside of my head, by chance?”

Gabriel was sincerely curious, as he did not want anyone snooping around up there. He didn’t even appreciate it when he himself would pull up old thoughts to dwell upon, much less if someone else started pulling them up.

“No, don’t answer that. I suppose we all have our little talents. No need to let everyone know the extent of them…”

He flashed her a smile, the moment their eyes met his would mimic hers exactly…but only for a second, until he returned to his seat in the booth.