Moravian Zambrano
The Daughter of The Demon
Her mind wondered away with itself, thoughts of a man and woman she had never met consumed the whole of her attention. Kaine, the father she had never seen nor spoken to. Invicta, her mother which she knew nearly nothing about. King and queen of a planet she didn't know how to find. A planet ruled under the iron fist of the Zambrano royal family. Her family. Her mysterious family of powerful warriors and demonic Sith lords that could not be bothered to retrieve their genetic experiment of a daughter. Why haven't they come for me? Am I supposed to go to them? Is this just another training exercise? Maybe I haven't been released.
Such were the thoughts that plagued young Moravian's mind as she walked the back alleys and streets of the Coruscant underground. The quite hiss of her helmet's respirator and the rhythmic thump of her sabers against her hips were the only sounds the Sith Assassin, acolyte at best, made as she walked. Her armor might be heavy but, the girl understood how to walk on the edges of her feet, reducing the sound of her tread to near silence. So distracted by thoughts of her parents and her first sojourn beyond the sealed doors of the laboratory which had birthed her that Moravian did not sense the rapid approach of another. Did not realize the buzzing in her ear was the alarm of her motion detectors. No it was only when the man crashed into her did she react to his presence.
Swift as a striking Adder her left hand closed on the man's throat. Her right hand shot up, a titanium stiletto blade sprang from it's scabbard at her wrist. She lunged, ready to sink the hidden blade into his eye when her body seized up. There she stood, hand clamped on the man's throat, a blade held not but an inch from his face, and she couldn't move. Her eyes lost focus as images swam through her mind. Flashing scenes passed before her. Glimpsed emotions and sounds. Rage and burning pain. Men screaming. A battle, a true life and death battle, waged before her very eyes. Behind everything a voice intoned, "Miss Black, we have a problem."
Her eyes regained focus and she was surprised to find herself leaning against a wall, clutching a sore hand to her chest. The man was running. Somehow he had broken her grip and was making his escape. What just happened to me? She abandoned the thought in favor of action. Moravian shoved off the wall and charged after the fleeing man. A few corners and dark alleys later Mora burst into a vast open area. She came to a halt, her gaze flashing back and forth. With no time to ponder the shadow port she found herself in Moravian continued to pursue her target. He boarded the loading ramp of a sizable shuttle craft, the Sith in hot pursuit. The ramp began to close, the shuttle's engines rumbling to life. She jumped, pulling herself aboard just before the ramp closed. The shuttle shuddered as it left the ground, no doubt returning to it's particular capital ship somewhere in orbit. Moravian came to her feet not but a few feet behind her target. He turned back toward her as she rushed him, stiletto blade gleaming in the dim lighting. Blood splashed. The man downed before he even had a chance to cry out.
Moravian stood over her victim for several long moments, watching blood drip from her wrist blade. Finally she looked around the cargo hold of the shuttle she had boarded. There was no one else in sight, just creates and containers. She felt the shuttle shudder once more as it broke atmosphere. "Oh chit. What did I just do?"
[member="Elani Zambrano"]
Such were the thoughts that plagued young Moravian's mind as she walked the back alleys and streets of the Coruscant underground. The quite hiss of her helmet's respirator and the rhythmic thump of her sabers against her hips were the only sounds the Sith Assassin, acolyte at best, made as she walked. Her armor might be heavy but, the girl understood how to walk on the edges of her feet, reducing the sound of her tread to near silence. So distracted by thoughts of her parents and her first sojourn beyond the sealed doors of the laboratory which had birthed her that Moravian did not sense the rapid approach of another. Did not realize the buzzing in her ear was the alarm of her motion detectors. No it was only when the man crashed into her did she react to his presence.
Swift as a striking Adder her left hand closed on the man's throat. Her right hand shot up, a titanium stiletto blade sprang from it's scabbard at her wrist. She lunged, ready to sink the hidden blade into his eye when her body seized up. There she stood, hand clamped on the man's throat, a blade held not but an inch from his face, and she couldn't move. Her eyes lost focus as images swam through her mind. Flashing scenes passed before her. Glimpsed emotions and sounds. Rage and burning pain. Men screaming. A battle, a true life and death battle, waged before her very eyes. Behind everything a voice intoned, "Miss Black, we have a problem."
Her eyes regained focus and she was surprised to find herself leaning against a wall, clutching a sore hand to her chest. The man was running. Somehow he had broken her grip and was making his escape. What just happened to me? She abandoned the thought in favor of action. Moravian shoved off the wall and charged after the fleeing man. A few corners and dark alleys later Mora burst into a vast open area. She came to a halt, her gaze flashing back and forth. With no time to ponder the shadow port she found herself in Moravian continued to pursue her target. He boarded the loading ramp of a sizable shuttle craft, the Sith in hot pursuit. The ramp began to close, the shuttle's engines rumbling to life. She jumped, pulling herself aboard just before the ramp closed. The shuttle shuddered as it left the ground, no doubt returning to it's particular capital ship somewhere in orbit. Moravian came to her feet not but a few feet behind her target. He turned back toward her as she rushed him, stiletto blade gleaming in the dim lighting. Blood splashed. The man downed before he even had a chance to cry out.
Moravian stood over her victim for several long moments, watching blood drip from her wrist blade. Finally she looked around the cargo hold of the shuttle she had boarded. There was no one else in sight, just creates and containers. She felt the shuttle shudder once more as it broke atmosphere. "Oh chit. What did I just do?"
[member="Elani Zambrano"]