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Bloodlines: Dead men tell no Tails

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"]
 
Upon the horizon, the sun was falling and night began to settle. It was a quiet evening. The soldiers of the Concord were away on duty and Elani was resting her feet as she sat in her office, overlooking the grasslands ofo Thakwaa that took up the entirety of her vision. Business was done. It was time for pleasure. She sat eleganntly, one leg crossed over the other while a glass of wine resting in her soft grip. She was at peace. It almost sickened her. But, her dream could not be accomplished just yet. She was not ready to turn this planet into a world of slaves, forced to work for the glory of the Sith. Not yet. But soon.

Only time would tell the tale.

[member="Moravian Zambrano"]
 
Moravian stared down at her victim, overcome by a new found curiosity. With a flick of her wrist the stiletto blade slid back into it's hidden sheath as she knelt beside the man. The hand that had laid him low now reached out to grip the man's face. Moravian stayed there for some time, examining the first man she had ever outright murdered. She turned his head from side to side, mesmerized by how peaceful he looked in death. "You could be sleeping if I didn't know better."

The shuttle rocked suddenly as it landed in the hanger of it's origin ship. Moravian sprang to her feet, eyes sweeping the cargo hold frantically. A sickening wave a panic flooded the young woman. She could hear men moving through the main area of the shuttle, yet unaware of what had befallen their companion. Not a fear of discovery or retribution for the harsh deed she had committed. No her panic was much more a sense of hopelessness and helplessness. How was she supposed to return to Coruscant? She could easily commandeer the shuttle. Just rush the cockpit, sabers drawn, and cut down everything that stood in her way! It wouldn't make a difference though. Even if she knew how to fly the shuttle in the first place, there was still the matter of escaping the capital ship's weapons or tractor beams. She needed to be able to bargain her way off this ship. Bargaining needed leverage. Killing more of the crew would only worsen her odds of escape.

"Right. Nonlethal it is." It only took her a moment to replace the rocket of her MM-9 with one of her stun rounds but, with only three of them she'd have to be sparing with their usage. She moved back to the cargo ramp, her left arm raised, ready to make her escape from the shuttle. A plan taking shape in her mind.

When the cargo ramp dropped, revealing a small group of men laughing and talking among themselves, Moravian fired. The stun rocket impacted the floor at the center of the group, a concussion of sound and blinding light. The men cried out, falling away from the ramp. Moravian was spared the worst of it thanks to her helmet's visor. The photo-reactive lens compensating for the sudden, otherwise blinding flash. She sped down the ramp, shoulder checking one of the men out of her way. Onward she ran into the heart of a ship she knew nothing about. She wouldn't have long before the alarm was raised. All she had to do was find the engine room before the crew could organize a viable response to their intruder.

[member="Elani Zambrano"]
 

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