Bohemian Rhapsody

[Anara Valnor]

Born of Onderon and as wild as the jungle planet itself it was exceedingly curious how time and again Anara found herself called to Nar Shaddaa more than her place of birth. The planet best known as being a hub for criminal activity held few if any happy memories for her and yet the petite redhead seemed incapable of escaping its dark clutches. It was her home in a way and a place she often seemed to be reborn upon.

For a time she'd called it home when first under the influence of the Darkness; a taste granted to her by @Ket Limelight. Though her time as his student had been short Anara had never told a living soul exactly how precious those days had been for her; and yet she'd been taken from the Darkness and remade as a Child of the Light once more. That was the first time she was reborn upon the wretched planet. Next she'd found her way there by no choice of her own, but no one else was to blame for her fate. Anara had played her part in giving life back to Moridin and paid the ultimate price. Was it any wonder that she was made deaf to the Force?

Nar Shaddaa became her home after Byss was laid to waste by her hands and the famed fighting pits her prison. Her second time becoming an entirely new creature by the planet. Honestly, it seemed only fitting that she return now, weak and hungry for the festering energy the planet offered in abundance. She'd remake herself once more upon Nar Shaddaa, climb the ladder she'd been tossed down and stand tall once more. However, she needed a stage first.

Predatory eyes of amber swept the immediate area, but nothing called to her; Anara needed the perfect location from which to replenish herself. She moved about the endless city for hours before finding it, a club by the name of Lush with a stage that might have been built with her in mind. Getting into the club was no problem and even taking control of the stage was easy, it was everything that followed that was a bit more difficult. Anara wasn't as strong as she'd once been, but with a few stolen life forces she'd be as good as new right?

Smiling to herself the redhead took the stage with all the confidence a woman born for the spotlight, a low rumbling sweeping over the club as she stretched her power outward in an effort to ensnare those with a weak mind and an equally weak heart.

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[member="Avicus DuSang"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

Illusion and manipulation were her calling cards, which was all to clear as her current song drew to a close. She'd only just begun, but already she'd gotten the crowd whipped up into a frenzy, feeding her with their energy.

Where once she might have hid what she was doing from any other Force users that may be present upon the planet she no longer bothered with such frivolity. Barely allowing a beat between songs Anara began to weave her next illusion, a full band accompanying her though she was the only one on stage. She wasn't called the Crimson Siren for no reason. With the Force she created every sound heard by those within the club, her power wrapping around their minds and pulling life from them. Her performance was taxing, but with each song she put forth more and more souls flocked to hear and see her; like moths to a flame.

Without a care for what dangers should could bring upon herself Anara let her power spread outward, further and further, brushing those like herself and calling them to her. Why? Well, it's never fun to party alone. Smirking as she sang she could feel herself getting stronger, the Darkness feeding her as she let the Song of the Force carry her where it desired.

[member="Vengeance"]
[member="Avicus DuSang"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Nar'shadda
Club Lush

It was surreal, all of the bright flashing neon and the roaring cacophony of a thousand thousand voices mingled together with loud, boisterous music and the underlying thrum of the planet's lifeblood, it's innumerable skyways and the traffic that accompanied them, all coming together so completely that it was difficult to hear yourself think. For some the aural assault might drive them insane, but for the native inhabitants, frequent comers, and the tall & dark individual that towered above practically every humanoid in the general vicinity it was relatively simple to phase out all of the background noise.

A man of his stature, of his position, wasn't of the type to drag himself all the way out into Hutt space just for a seedy club, but once and awhile he found himself bereft of direction and found that trivial distractions such as this were paramount in alleviating boredom. Besides, he remembered this establishment fondly from his ruffian years before he was swept up in the glory that was the Empire, before he became a Dark Lord of the Sith whose very name inspired terror in the inhabitants of the galaxy. He remembered the dark private galleys where women wearing nothing but the skin they were born with danced and displayed themselves before those lucky patrons who knew what to ask and how much to pay to attend such a spectacle. An image of himself, young and clean-shaven, and his faceless droogs of the time enjoying the pleasures of those fair vixen's flesh as they guzzled down drinks laced with inhibiting drugs that made every touch, every kiss all the more intense.

Things had obviously changed since he last walked through Lush's extravagant entryway over thirty years ago, but as he extended his mind to touch those around him he found that while the decor, the staff, and the management may have evolved over the decades the debaucherous foundation upon which it was built had not changed at all. A wicked smile touched his lips, and he craned his head around to cast a mischievous glance at the company that trailed behind him so silently. He turned back around to further descend into the pit, using his mastery over the Force to acquire his old loitering booth near the back of the establishment where, if one positioned themselves correctly, could be hidden from immediate sight in the dim gloom.

Drinks were fetched and the Dark Lord settled down into the plush lining of the booth, his glimmering eyes sweeping over the crowd near the stage as a fiery redhead took the stage by storm and began to weave a hypnotic melody to ensnare those of weak minds and weak hearts. Naturally he was immune to such charms, but he was still intrigued by the boldness of the woman and the supple harmonics that swept up through the club like a fierce gale.

"Quite a performance, eh?"

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