Peak Vampire™
There was a time, the woman mused, sipping at a cup of caf, that Coruscant had been a most hospitable world. When the Sith had ruled it with an iron fist clad in a silk glove, and held so much of the galxy under their power. But that time had been over five hundred years prior…and the Sithlings currently populating the galaxy hadn’t the faintest idea how to go about things properly. They spent too much time arguing and fighting amongst themselves, so much so that even their Emperor was captured at Dac.
Kassandra sighed and shook her head. This would never have happened back in her day…the capture of a single Sith would never have brought the entire empire collapsing to its knees. To see the Sith of the day content to grab for whatever was left in the dust and ashes. Perhaps one of the splinter groups she had been hearing of would rise to prominence once more.
Perhaps. But she held out little hope, and found herself quite content with the place she’d found with Vascious in the Crusade. Another relic of her past, and one that was more than pleased to assist her. Surprising given some of their history, but perhaps five hundred years was enough to bring them to their senses after all.
Another sip of caf elicited a sigh of pleasure this time. It was a rooftop café in one of the wealthier Coruscanti districts, known for its cuisine in the evening hours and its strongly brewed caf in the morning ones. Well. Morning was debatable in Kassandra’s opinion. Noon counted as morning as far as she was concerned, and she nearly never rose before it.
The caf, though rich and darkly scented, did little to slake the other thirst that threaded lazily through her veins. She was, however, more than capable of controlling it, and it was nowhere near a dangerous level yet. Next time, she mused, she’d have to make provisions for feeding when on Coruscant. Masking her signature to the point of appearing like her teenage self, a partly trained Padawan with a softly flickering aura, was sapping more of her energy than she had originally anticipated it would. Then again, she’d been doing so for days longer than she had originally anticipated.
Something was prompting her to stay on Coruscant, and Kassandra couldn’t place a finger on precisely what it was. Well, she likely could if she dipped into her true powers, but revealing herself in such a way would be a foolish maneuver on a planet that contained the main Jedi Temple and some of its most powerful practitioners.
Kassandra was not foolish. She had learned the lesson the hard way centuries before.
Leaving a cred chit on the table, she rose in a smooth motion, slender fingers smoothing out her dress. The strap of her bag rested in the crook of her arm, and a tiny communicator was tucked into her ear. She looked for all the world as if she belonged there, another wealthy woman stopping for caf between rounds of shopping. A word of thanks to the server and the maître d’ saw the door opened for her to exit, and a taxi summoned with startling alacrity.
The soft lace of her jacket kept her warm enough, and as the taxi came to a halt at her destination, she stepped out, leaving the appropriate number of credits behind. The woman sighed and looked up at the tall glass domes of the botanical gardens. She had intended to spend some time in the Corellian area, a reminder of years gone by, but something prompted her to veer away from the entrance.
Stiletto heels clicked along the walkway, the way empty on this particular evening. The sun had long since set, but this was Coruscant…Kassandra couldn’t see the stars very well, and that bothered her. Leaving the well-lit walkway behind, she made her way back to the empty residential building she’d purchased some few months prior. Only the penthouse apartment was finished and that was her own domain. The rest…she had yet to decide what she was going to do with it. For now, the solitude suited her perfectly.
Kassandra paused there at the entrance, fingers poised upon the panel as something sounded behind her. A footstep, barely audible, drew her attention to the alley entrance some twenty feet away, that ran along the side of her building. She smiled as she opened the panel and pressed her palm to it for entry.
How convenient, she mused, her bag dropping to the ground as she spun on her heel and caught the thug in a vice-like grip, for dinner to deliver itself so promptly. Not wishing to sully her doorstep, she dragged him into the aforementioned alley and sank her fangs into his throat. She drank deep, draining him almost to the point of death before she put back a touch of energy to heal the puncture marks on his neck.
He would be weak, but he would live. She couldn’t afford to leave a trail of bodies on Coruscant, and certainly not one so close to where she was staying. Letting him crumple to the duracrete, she smoothed out her dress and walked slowly back to the open door where her bag waited, feeling her powers flare briefly as the energy and blood she’d imbibed settled in.
@[member="Jared Ovmar"]
Kassandra sighed and shook her head. This would never have happened back in her day…the capture of a single Sith would never have brought the entire empire collapsing to its knees. To see the Sith of the day content to grab for whatever was left in the dust and ashes. Perhaps one of the splinter groups she had been hearing of would rise to prominence once more.
Perhaps. But she held out little hope, and found herself quite content with the place she’d found with Vascious in the Crusade. Another relic of her past, and one that was more than pleased to assist her. Surprising given some of their history, but perhaps five hundred years was enough to bring them to their senses after all.
Another sip of caf elicited a sigh of pleasure this time. It was a rooftop café in one of the wealthier Coruscanti districts, known for its cuisine in the evening hours and its strongly brewed caf in the morning ones. Well. Morning was debatable in Kassandra’s opinion. Noon counted as morning as far as she was concerned, and she nearly never rose before it.
The caf, though rich and darkly scented, did little to slake the other thirst that threaded lazily through her veins. She was, however, more than capable of controlling it, and it was nowhere near a dangerous level yet. Next time, she mused, she’d have to make provisions for feeding when on Coruscant. Masking her signature to the point of appearing like her teenage self, a partly trained Padawan with a softly flickering aura, was sapping more of her energy than she had originally anticipated it would. Then again, she’d been doing so for days longer than she had originally anticipated.
Something was prompting her to stay on Coruscant, and Kassandra couldn’t place a finger on precisely what it was. Well, she likely could if she dipped into her true powers, but revealing herself in such a way would be a foolish maneuver on a planet that contained the main Jedi Temple and some of its most powerful practitioners.
Kassandra was not foolish. She had learned the lesson the hard way centuries before.
Leaving a cred chit on the table, she rose in a smooth motion, slender fingers smoothing out her dress. The strap of her bag rested in the crook of her arm, and a tiny communicator was tucked into her ear. She looked for all the world as if she belonged there, another wealthy woman stopping for caf between rounds of shopping. A word of thanks to the server and the maître d’ saw the door opened for her to exit, and a taxi summoned with startling alacrity.
The soft lace of her jacket kept her warm enough, and as the taxi came to a halt at her destination, she stepped out, leaving the appropriate number of credits behind. The woman sighed and looked up at the tall glass domes of the botanical gardens. She had intended to spend some time in the Corellian area, a reminder of years gone by, but something prompted her to veer away from the entrance.
Stiletto heels clicked along the walkway, the way empty on this particular evening. The sun had long since set, but this was Coruscant…Kassandra couldn’t see the stars very well, and that bothered her. Leaving the well-lit walkway behind, she made her way back to the empty residential building she’d purchased some few months prior. Only the penthouse apartment was finished and that was her own domain. The rest…she had yet to decide what she was going to do with it. For now, the solitude suited her perfectly.
Kassandra paused there at the entrance, fingers poised upon the panel as something sounded behind her. A footstep, barely audible, drew her attention to the alley entrance some twenty feet away, that ran along the side of her building. She smiled as she opened the panel and pressed her palm to it for entry.
How convenient, she mused, her bag dropping to the ground as she spun on her heel and caught the thug in a vice-like grip, for dinner to deliver itself so promptly. Not wishing to sully her doorstep, she dragged him into the aforementioned alley and sank her fangs into his throat. She drank deep, draining him almost to the point of death before she put back a touch of energy to heal the puncture marks on his neck.
He would be weak, but he would live. She couldn’t afford to leave a trail of bodies on Coruscant, and certainly not one so close to where she was staying. Letting him crumple to the duracrete, she smoothed out her dress and walked slowly back to the open door where her bag waited, feeling her powers flare briefly as the energy and blood she’d imbibed settled in.
@[member="Jared Ovmar"]