#zalkia

[evilrevan]

Highly annoyed and stressed out right now. Kinda wish I could shoot lighting out of my hands right now....

Oh well. Zalkia can do that for me.

BACK DEMONS BACK!

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Invisible

Title: Invisible

Characters: Vulmyss (Sith warrior) and Zalkia (Sith inquisitor) 

Rating: T

Just a little quickie. 

At first, Lord Zalkia approached the Sith warrior with curiosity burning within her blood red eyes. They fought, exchanged a few quick witted quips, and parted. The pureblood hadn’t seen the man in at least two weeks, and thus, concluded he had died at the hands of someone far more skilled than he.

If only things were that simple.

Taking a slight detour to fuel up and restock on supplies on Tatooine, Zalkia caught sight of that strange, bright red skinned pureblood. Upon further investigation, that same blue skinned Twi’lek followed behind the man, her neck bare and devoid of a shock collar so many slaves wore. The unlikely pair talked, rather civilized like and laughed and exchanged various quips like she had with Vulmyss. It was unsettling such a lord of the sith talked so casually with a slave. Then again, as far as the empire knew, she was also a slave gifted in the force. That of course, was a lie. She wasn’t a slave. But no one needed to know the truth; it would cause too many problems if anyone knew the truth, the real truth.

Vulmyss and the young alien walked into the cantina, ignoring the various glances humans and aliens alike sent them. Zalkia frowned. The man was an idiot, she saw that now. Surely he wasn’t dimwitted in seeing he was drawing too much attention to himself. All those stray glances, all those greedy little eyes… did he not see the danger that he was walking into?

Devoured by her emotions, Lord Zalkia had to remind herself of one thing: he was sith. A sith fears no one and fights his or her, own battles. If they fall, then they are weak.

So why was it she was walking into the same cantina, stealthed and waiting as the battle to commence? Curiosity, she told herself, mild curiosity. Lord Zalkia wished to see what this man could do unhindered, unrestrained with opponents far below his skill level. In minutes, she got to see just what the warrior was capable of.

Hiding in the shadows far from the battle, but close enough to observe, Lord Zalkia got to see just what the Pureblood was able to do. At first he asked the men to drop their weapons and leave, fool. The men, aliens of varying races, didn’t budge and raised their weapons at him. On instinct, perhaps intuition, the man turned on his lightsabers, one red and the other a bizarre yellow black color and began the massacre.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five men fell in the first few minutes, their blood staining the gritty floor red. Lord Zalkia drank in their screams, the scent of blood, and charred flesh with a wicked, sadistic smile upon her face. With the blood still fresh and slick, the heavy built man dispatched the last man standing with a stab through the heart with his lightsaber. Quick and efficient, but ended his piercing screams far too early. Pity.

After the battle both the sith warrior and the slave departed, to where, she had no idea. But she did know this, she had spent far too much time spectating. She had things to do, goals to achieve, and people to torture. Curiosity stated, Lord Zalkia walked out undetected and unseen by the cantina patrons, and into the sun baked sands of Tatooine. 

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Illusion

Title: Illusion

Characters: Khem Val, Xalek, Fem!Sith Inquisitor

Title: M (For death?)

Old... old drabble I did when I beta tested Star Wars: The Old Republic. Edited it a bit  so the character is Zalkia, and not my non existent SI from Beta. I don't think there is any spoilers in here (Besides Xalek) so I think this is alright. I've never finished the SI storyline, so I assume this isn't spoilerish? No idea why it would be really.

Decay. Festering, rotting, and sickening decay. Scattered around, bodies lay testament to the disturbing and gut wrenching sight. If there was a need to stop it, the need had long been extinguished. Pleasure and joy overcame any guilt or pity. Power surged as the hunger became sated with every sliced limb or violent scream. It was music to the ears in a sick and twisted way.

The Sith drenched themselves in the sick, twisted, and corrupted ways of the force.

Pleading painful screams were silenced as quickly as they came. Obstacles were destroyed and goals were achieved.

That was the way of the Sith.

Peace was a lie and chaos was such a pleasant alternative. Slowly, screams and carnage died down, walls and floors were painted in a fresh coat of blood. It was a carrion feast for sure. However, death served one purpose; to weed out the weak and the strong.

From the darkness, a lone woman surveyed the bloodbath. Crimson rivets ran down her gloved hands, splattering against the various dead corpses all around. Her black boots, hidden by her long flowing robes, slapped against the hard steel floors.

"They were not worthy of being devoured, little Sith."

Whirling around, the young woman faced the speaker. Meeting eye to eye, the Sith gazed upon the tall humanoid like creature. A Dashade. Luckily for her, he was her 'ally'. No. Companion was better; ally was too loose of a term now. Yet, as the far as the female Sith was concerned, he was her equal if not her better. Strange notion for a Sith to admit, but then again…

One had to know his or her enemies.

Shrugging, the young Sith brushed off his complaint, not caring if they weren't worthy or not. The thrill of the kill was more than satisfactory. Pressing the button, the young sith switched off her blood red light saber, her precious weapon.

"I thought you enjoyed the carnage, Khem?"

Without waiting for an answer the Sith continued on, the silently beckoning for her Deshade companion to follow. Begrudgingly, he did. His two clawed feet created echoing footsteps behind her. Metal floors it seemed provided little stealth. Not like it mattered anyway.

---

Flesh and tubes. To her, those were the only thing keeping her confused and unfaithful Deshade companion together. His tanned colored hide was riddled with various metal parts. From little implants to strength enhancements, almost every inch of scaly hide had some sort of cybernetic implant.

How it was she was now conversing with her reptilian humanoid friend, she would never know. Constant admiration was held only for Tulak Hord. Not herself. Yet, after nearly a year together she could see him pacing, shaking his head, and doubting everything he had done with the former Sith lord. The same effect was rubbing off on her. However, it was in a very different way.

Smiling, the young apprentice could only enjoy his company. Between him, Andronikus and her 'kiss up' droid, he was much more pleasing to be around. Once you overlooked his love for Tulak Hord. Perhaps, in a few years, he would forget about that insufferable lord. In fact, that's exactly what the young Sith hoped.

"You know Khem," The pause had given the Deshade a moment to look directly at his 'master'. Whatever he thought was clouded, the force useless on a force resistant individual.

"You never really answered my previous question. Why haven’t you attempted to kill me yet? If I recall correctly, you had plenty times for such an attempt."

A grunting noise from deep within his chest, deep and low like the humming of the ship itself. Shifting to his left, then right he appeared nervous. Or, it could be he was calculating his choice of words.

"I hunt in the shadows," He said proudly, sounding just a tad bit offended. "You're not Tulak Hord and never will. But without you, I cannot feed," A primal and primitive response. A frown appeared on his master's face.

Without saying anything else, the young sith hastily left, leaving her mood fouled and bitter. It was fuel for the young sith's dark and destructive powers.

---

The end result was not what she had planned at all. Two years later, traveling around the galaxy… The last thing she thought would happen would be a vibrosword in her chest. Granted, she was both overjoyed and saddened by the sudden turn of events.

Thick globs of blood dripped out, staining the large, silver, steel vibrosword. Red eyes flickered up; tan red veined skin came into view. Khem Val. Somehow, all this was expected. Gawking, Revel, Xalek, and her droid stood watching what had transpired.

No one did a thing to help. Not that it mattered anyway.

Coughing, thin streams of blood ran down her bloodied red lips. Her hair, disheveled and dull, was no longer bright and shiny like it normally was; it was as if the color was being leached out.

Despite the sheer incredible ripping pain, the Sith woman just smiled warmly. She wasn't mad, scared, or surprised. She knew… she knew he would attempt this. Didn't mean it was any less painful in her heart. Out of everyone, she bonded more with her alien companion more than anyone else.

"I'm…. I'm glad it… was you. Khem," Were her strangled words. Not her last, no. But one of the few remaining ones she'd ever speak again.

Slowly and shakily, the woman raised her hand up. Gloved fingers touched the thick reptilian hide on his face. Bumpy and rigid, that's what she felt underneath the gloves. His small black eyes stared back at her. No emotion, no sense of humanity left inside them anymore. If anything, they looked glazed, clouded due to whatever ran through his mind.

With a bloodied smile, "Your... chains… are broken."

With that, her body dropped to the floor, blood pooling around like a pond swelling from the rain.

Silence. In the darkness, the Sith's companions grimaced, Xalex and Andronikus both looked rather pale, more so the human male than the male Kaleesh. Without a word or a sound, Khem merely flicked his sword upwards. Glistening fresh droplets of blood stained the floors and walls in a sickening display.

"You do know what you've done!" The dark skinned human, Andronikus shouted loudly. In his anger, his blasters waved around in the air in a frustrated display. However, the Kaleesh Apprentice said nothing. More or less, his brain was trying to process everything that had just transpired. Two years. Two years of training and guidance. All of it rubbed away like a nerf scratching an itch. Slowly, like Andronikus, his anger began to swell like a dammed up river.

Behind his back, the Kaleesh flexed his hands as he tried keeping his anger in check. It failed.

With a click of his light saber, the alien rushed towards the murderer. Anger and vengeful emotions fed his dark powers. In the rush of events, his black hood fell back, revealing his plated dark skin, horns becoming fully visible to the smuggler and Deshade.

With reflexes like a cat, the bulky Deshade took a step back, the burning red blade missing him only by a few centimeters. In frustration, the Kaleesh swung again and again. All of his attacks fruitless as the former servant effortlessly avoided all attempts.

Yellow cat like eyes burned with anger and rage. Mind reading was useless; it didn't take mind tricks to figure out his anger and frustration.

"You worthless Bantha fodder! You were her damnable servant! How dare you attack your master!" His thick alien language was easy to translate, but it was quite rough on the ears. Just like Khem, his master, Lord Zalkia knew exactly what he said.

With a v-step, the Deshade swung his large, two-handed sword through the air. The steel stopped just a hair away from the Sith apprentice's neck.

"Bark is all you do, weak sith."He seethed, staring down Xalek.

Just like Xalek's yellow cat eyes, his tiny black eyes were equally as angry. Bitterly, Xalek stood still, his burning yellow eyes glaring menacingly at the Deshade.

"She trusted you, a monstrosity. Is this-," He waved a gloved hand at his deceased master. "-How you repay her?" With that, his light saber clicked on, the bright glowing red blade highlighted his own red plated skin.

In an instant, his light saber swung up, the smell of melted steel clung thickly in the air. Falling to the floor, a piece of khem's sword lay discarded. A bright clean red cut indicated where the blade had been sliced off.

Needless to say, this angered the Deshade. "She was weak. Mistress of death she was, but she was weak. She would not have lasted another day." His large jaws uttered out. His bare chest moved with his guttural words, emphasizing the fact she was frail. It was the truth. As painful as this was, his mistress wish for death. She could not do it herself or let anyone know. But the coughing fits mixed with blood were evident enough.

She was ill to the point where it was fatal.

Standing his ground, the beast stood as straight as he could.

"I did what was necessary. I wasn't pleased, but I did it. I doubt you had the spine to do so, Sith"

Silence.

"You'll never be like my Mistress of Death."

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Messing with a Warrior

Character: Messing with a Warrior

Characters: Male!Sith Warrior and Fem!Sith Inquisitor

Rating: T

Never turn your back on anyone. The dangerous ones are the fidgety types, the ones prone to attack from the shadows when you least expect it.

A faint spike in the force caught Vulmyss' attention. It was subtle, almost non-existent, but it was there none the less. Swiftly, like a feline preparing to pounce, he wheeled around, igniting his two blood red light sabers with fluid grace.

Caution had proved fruitful. A red double-bladed lightsaber collided with his, creating angry sparks that lit up the drab desolate spaceport.

Dusky red skin flashed before his orange colored eyes, bright red eyes burning with some sort of sick pleasure. Another Pureblooded Sith. Sparks continued to fly and only died the moment they hit polished metal floor. 

Waging a war based on strength alone, the assailant lost. Feeding off the dark energy lingering in the air, Vulmyss threw his weight forward, pushing the smaller Pureblood back. He watched as the Pureblood realized what he was doing, and promptly jumped back, separating their blood thirsty lightsabers. The sparks died along with the light they provided.

Poised and ready to strike, Vulmyss watched as the hooded Sith made no effort to go in for another attack. Curious, but he supposed, that was part of the trick. Lower your target's defenses, and go in for the kill when they were down. Disgusting. But it was a tactic many Sith used. 

The Pureblood extinguished their lightsaber and kept the hilt firmly in hand. Vulmyss had to smirk at that. Whoever he was facing, wasn't stupid.

"You're an interesting one." A female's voice fluttered through the air. Well that explained the small figure. 

"What do you want?" He shot back, gauging the woman's true intentions.

A pair of blood red eyes glowed under her black and purple hood. "Straight to the point, good." Both of her hands moved through the air, completely harmless, as she chuckled. "You'll have to forgive my compulsive behavior, I was merely curious about you."

"Curious enough to strike me when my back was turned?"

"Ohh! A sharp tongue!" The woman laughed, placing her empty hand over her quivering stomach. Her voice seemed to cause the temperature to drop by several degrees.

Vulmyss found himself staring at the woman, utterly confused and dumbfounded. Her laughter gradually subsided, and replaced by the hum of starships, of machines, and the various sounds of aliens and humans alike talking far, far away.

The Sith's hood fell back, whether by it's own violation or her's, he did not know as he caught a glimpse of her long brown hair tied up in a bun behind her head, with two loose curls, one on each side of her red skinned face. Her purple tinted lips twisted into a rather, confusing little smile.

Vulmyss switched off his lightsabers, and like her, kept them in hand. "Are you quite done?" The woman's smirk seemed to grow wider. "I'm quite done, yes. I'm just surprised you sensed me before I attacked. Not many can do that." Vulmyss narrowed his eyes at her. "Then they aren't paying attention."

She laughed again, but kept this one short. "Oh, I like you." Vulmyss raised an eye ridge at her, puzzled. "Excuse me?" 

Either it was the light or just his imagination, the woman's eyes seemed to twinkle. "Normally it's the woman playing hard to get," Her voice shifted into something that seemed like a cat purring. "But this works just as well."

Somehow, the Sith assassin seemed to materialize in front of him, her hand casually running along his red skinned face. Vulmyss felt immobilized by her touch, struggling to figure out what she intended to do. Or what she was even doing to him.

A faint click echoed in his ears, the force buzzing like a warning bell. On impulse, Vulmyss tore himself away from the woman, narrowing escaping a lightsaber to the gut. 

A frown appeared on the woman's lips. "Oh, you are no fun!" She pouted, twirling her double-bladed lightsaber in the dark room. 

Vulmyss, in response, ignited both of his sabers and slid into his Juyo form, lightsabers twisting in the air like water. "If you wish to fight, then don't hide behind tricks." Vulmyss growled, warily watching the woman with dark purple painted eyelids.

Once again, the woman's eyes twinkled for a brief moment. "You aren't stupid, unlike those weaker apprentices. Fine. I'll cease all attacks aimed at you, we'd just end up in a standstill anyway."

Once again, she turned off her lightsaber. "I'll greet you with respect. I am Lord Zalkia." She bowed low, gaining an incredulous look in return. Vulmyss didn't lower his weapons this time. He wouldn't be disarmed so easily as before.

"Vulmyss." He responded, watching the woman straighten herself up. "Cute. It suits you, apprentice." Both of her arms spread wide apart, making her more animated as  the words flowed from her mouth. 

 The title wasn't impressive, to him at least. However, it required him to be.. more discreet. 

Thankfully she decided to cut things short, along with her strange behavior. "I do have to get things done. But don't think I won't bother you again, little warrior." She mused, and sent a suggestive wink in his general direction. Those wide orange eyes, bewildered and perplexed, instigated another chuckle from the Lord. 

Vulmyss watched as the woman disappeared from plain sight, cloaking her self with the force and wandering off to wherever she pleased.

That woman kept him on his toes. Even if she was a strange... creature at best. 

If I could, I'd totally ship my SI and SW (Vulmyss) together. Oh my lord. Zalkia would tease and taunt him with her sass before telling him flat out, she wanted him in her bedroom. Vulmyss would still be pretty dense and say, why she would need him in her bedroom. Oh god...  need to ship my characters with other people's characters, not my own. XD

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Reworking my characters in legacy and their backgrounds. Finished (I think for now) Bayeesha's background. Nothing fancy or anything, but it will do for now. Andraria I'm going to rewrite and then move on to Adria. Neave's I'll work on too, but at a later date. Going to add Zalkia, Aditaya, and Anyalla (BIG maybe) to my character list. So... yeah. Need to find some decent screenshots of my other gals.

Need to get some male characters here. XD 

Kinda wish in SWtor they had an option for cousins, I kinda need that right now. :/