Mindsucker's Carnival

[Nine Lives]

Entering thread as: Westenra (Psychologist Form) (https://starwarsrp.net/topic/146198-shiido-vampiric-biot-westenra-mina/)


Equipped with: Armorweave Dress (Custom w/Sound Dampening underlay)

Tranquilizer Hypo (Concentrated dosage)

Poisoned Ring (Non Lethal, Paralysis)

Shock ring (Neural Stun)




He looked so peaceful, The biot decided, as she stared into his eyes.

He was a local merchant on Corellia, a handsome man. She had been cultivating him for some time now, about forty minutes. At the command of her mother, she was refining her hunting technique. Cultivating the long hunt.

Her curvaceous figure and sand colored skin covered by an ankle length silver, partly translucent dress of armorweave had done most of the work. Her psychology programming had done the rest. She hadn't even needed to resort to the pheremones.

Corellia was such a lovely place. Days after coming here, she had already purchased a loft here. Not only was it awash with beauty and culture, which the biot delighted in, it made for excellent, spacious hunting grounds. She loved the smells, the scents of people. It was this enthusiasm and a set of carnation pink irises that had convinced him to take a walk with her, lowering his armor. They walked by a manmade lake in a public park close to the festival grounds. She used an infectious laugh to draw him further and further away, where there were less people. He had actually dressed for the festival as an ancient Corellian prince. He had wanted her to join him at the festival as his princess. She had almost done it. He was so nice. But she was hungry. She would still be going to the fair though.

Slowly, deeper into the park they went, he in his fine black and gold princely costume, her in that silver gown. She listened to him stammer, unused to the attention of one so beautiful. She had lulled his defenses, slowly, but surely, with her chatter about her chosen profession, the lies about the years she had spent at a university to acquire the knowledge. All it did was bewitch him.

It was close to sunset. They had enjoyed the dusk at a park bench, watching fish jump out of the lake. She could partly see the stars. They were lovely. She had come to love dinners like this.

She turned to face the man she had seduced. He had very blue skin, for his parents had left the Chiss People due to falling in love with Corellian culture. He was well built, had made his fortune trading gemstones. His name was Izro Phenn. His red eyes followed her every mechanically precise movement, looking transfixed by the android's beauty.

"Go on. Say it. I know you want to..." she encouraged.

"I must admit you do look incredible..." he whispered.

"You look very handsome yourself..." she giggled, staring into his eyes. Izro noted a strange purple glint at the center of her eyes but thought it a trick of the fading sun. He seemed utterly transfixed by everything. Her smile, her dress, the large ruby rings on her fingers, and especially her pink eyes.

Slender fingers covered in long pink nails touched his chin, guiding his face closer to hers. Sure, he was dinner, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get a kiss.

The silver garbed biot, who preferred this guise and the name that went along with it--Lorna--planted a long kiss on Izro. By this point, her hand should have moved to tranquilize him. But it turned out Izro was a good kisser. She let it linger a few seconds, genuinely enjoying it.

Searing pain throughout her body made her flesh wriggle as she fell backward, coughing glowing red blood as she stared at the silver stake in her chest in disbelief and shock at the chiss as he smirked, rising and showing her a gauntlet with a wavy sun symbol. "I have tracked you, beast, across four systems. None of your victims are dead but that doesn't make you any less of a parasite and a monster."

The biot struggled to talk but was too busy coughing up blood and was too weak to move. She saw him take out a small disruptor pistol. Her hand desperately moved to the stake...

The Vampire Hunter smirked as he fired a white bolt that made no sound. A white bolt that was at full power. No evidence. The biot screamed as the bolt hit, creating a final disruptive burst of electricity as her flesh shuddered and then turning to ash along with her clothing, which then blew away in the wind.

Izro Phenn then fled the scene, glad to have killed another vampire...

Fifteen minutes later...

The biot that had been murdered out side Coronet's Agridome had a heart beat transmitter installed in the dress. One that had signal constantly transmitting a small signal to an experimental radiation device inside the murdered biot's transparisteel loft close to the Agridome.

When the signal ceased, a process of irradiating a chunk of that biots muscle tissue preserved in a stasis capsule at the bottom of the adult sized pod in a special, shielded chamber with gamma rays. It also signalled a device on the wrist of a man who lived in the loft of his own will, a young man she secured the undying loyalty of named Cern. How she had gotten his loyalty was another story for another time...

He had been making a sandwich, arranging deliveries of melee weapons due to his knowledge of various trade route delivery services. When he got the signal he went pale. That wasn't good. Something had gone wrong.

The young, tanned skin man in purple, civilian robes travelled upstairs to her so called "Resurrection Chamber", carrying a copy of her preferred silver dress, shoes, and undergarments, one of many copies of such, laying it out on her bed and waiting. The chamber opened, and out strode the naked biot, still in the psychologist configuration her previous self had been in. He respectfully turned his back as she walked with unnatural, mechanical precision to her bed, dressing herself quickly.

"Something terrible and unfortunate seems to have occurred..." she said quietly to her familiar, gliding over to him. "Where was the previous me last seen? What day is it?"

"Today is the day of the Old Corellian festival. You told me you would be hunting close to the agridome, in a park, in its most isolated area." Cern explained. He was still not totally used to the idea he was supposed to treat the copy just like he treated the previous version. But he put up a good effort. There were many benefits to being a member of this android's family. Ninjas had your back, for one.

"Its good to see you again, Cern." 'Lorna' said earnestly. "Always nice to have a friendly face to wake up to."

"No trouble. Always there for a friend..." he assured her.

Lorna nodded, and put her hands on her hips.

"Get the speeder, would you? If I hurry, I may run into who or whatever killed me."

"Won't that be dangerous?" Cern questioned as he followed the artificial vampire down the stairs of an art deco-styled home of black furniture and marble to the garage. "We don't know who or what killed you!"

"It will be more dangerous if we do not discover whoever is behind this..." Lorna reasoned as they entered the luxury, spacious three speeder garage, picking the cherry red landspeeder and getting into the passenger seat. Cern soon followed suit, activating the vehicle and pulling out, setting course for the park.

"Whoever did it saw my face, meaning they are a danger if they see it again. It is better to find them by drawing their attention." The biot reasoned as their vehicle went at the maximum speed allowed by law that night due to the festival.

"How will we spot them?" Cern asked, smoothing back his hair as he piloted.

"It'll be the one who looks like they have seen a ghost." Lorna answered smugly...

 

[Nine Lives]

The sun had nearly set, leaving everything in dusk as the cherry red speeder headed to the park with its front lights off. The street lamps had turned on, shining bright cones of red and pale yellow light due to the festival. They were bloodstripe colors.

No lights were on due to the need to be stealthy. Cern knew they were risking a ticket, piloting with the lights off.

"So Cern, how are you enjoying life as a member of The Family?" Lorna asked in the darkness of the speeder. He could tell she was looking at him because he could make out the purple glint at the center of her eyes from the corner of his.

"No complaints...free room and board, nice clothes, steady supply of credits, and I even get to break the law now and then. Its pretty good, all things considered."

Lorna laughed. "You're funny, Cern. See? This is why I picked you as my familiar. You can make me laugh."

"That's the only reason?" Cern asked, barely above a whisper as he quietly piloted.

"Well, you're discrete, certainly, and you can keep a secret. These are things my mother values highly. It is something I value highly myself. But someone who can make me laugh? That was your biggest selling point, yes."

"Well, considering how we met..." he trailed putting the speeder in a parking area close to the great Agridome. It glittered in the night. Lorna exited the vehicle.

"So what do we do if we find you killer?" He asked, now whispering for real as they walked out of the lot and onto a stone pathway under the lights, that winded through the whole of the freshly cut grass of the park. As beautiful as Lorna looked, he could not help but note how out of place he looked. How out of place she looked walking this park in a dress that revealed much but not everything. And the way she walked, mechanical in its precision, muscles shifting only as much as they had hinted at her artificial nature.

"We take him for interrogation." Lorna answered "Got that stunner?"

Cern revealed the hold out blaster up his sleeve. It had been specifically designed to cause as little pain as possible at his Mistress's request. Lorna was ever the humanitarian. Cern worried this, more than anything else, would be what gave her nature away to the world in the end. (No human is that humane: 60 XP.) But it was as Nine had made her. Lorna had no wish to be otherwise. "What are we looking for?"

"Like I said, anyone who looks like they've seen a ghost when they see me."

"What else are we looking for?"

"Anyone coming from the most isolated area of the park. Anyone who looks like this is the last place they want to be." The Biot answered.

"You think its a vampire hunter?" Cern asked worriedly, eyes darting around looking for surprises in the dark.

"Normally I wouldn't rush to conclusions but some of my brothers and sisters have been getting attacked as of late." Lorna admitted.

"What do we do if its a vampire hunter? I've never fought a vampire hunter." Cern whispered.

"Vampire Hunters are normally moral busybodies, a few are thrillkillers but most genuinely have an interest in saving victims, if only for no other reason then they don't die in the crossfire and they get a rap sheet for a civilian kill. So we pretend you are a hapless victim. Put your arm around me."

Cern turned. "What?" came out of his mouth in a flat tone.

"Put your arm around me. Pretend I'm seducing you." She instructed.

Pretend? he silently asked himself as his arm went around her waist, for he wasn't sure where he stood on that front. She didn't feel very warm, her own arm going around his as they walked. It was not long after that that they made out a figure, hurrying at a quick pace. A well built Chiss Man in gold and black. Cern knew Lorna, for all her otherwise kind and generous nature, was in the end still a vampire, and had a preferred type of victim, in both men and women. She preferred handsome young humanoid men and Twi'lek women. He was her type, definitely.

Lorna had spotted him with her nightvision, and studied his bodily movements. Tense. Eager to leave, coming from an isolated portion of the park where she knew there were no cameras or witnesses. But it was the look on his face as he beheld her curvaceous form that told her this one was the one. Slowly spreading shock, than recognition. Then horror. Lorna hated being a source of fear. She stopped , turned Cern's face to hers, and kissed him, a long lingering one that caught her familiar off guard. She saw the chiss out of the corner of her eye snarling, going for something she recognized was guaranteed death. A black, heavy looking disruptor pistol.

"Shoot." she whispered after she broke the kiss with her stunned familiar.

Cern, too surprised and confused by how the kiss made him feel barely summoned the brain power to register her command while the Chiss started yelling.

"Get away from her! Get away! She's not human! She's not human!" He yelled, unable to fire while he was in her arms.

Cern instead let off two shots with the hold out stunner, hitting the Chiss right in the torso. He was knocked out cold.

Lorna grinned. "Well done, my familiar." She said to him, walking over to the unconscious Chiss.

"You kissed me as if you were actually trying." He replied, still stunned by the kiss.

"Was it unpleasant?" Lorna asked, bending to pick up the disruptor.

"It's just...you put a ton of effort into 'pretend'."

"He had to think you were utterly under my thrawl, that you wouldn't move willingly." Lorna answered back, tossing him the disruptor.

"I am under your thrawl..." he pointed out sheepishly.

Lorna only smiled, glided over to him unnaturally.

(Sinister Latin Chanting ensues)

Cern went still as a statue as Lorna's fingers playfully stroked the underside of his chin.

"Then I guess we weren't pretending, were we?" She asked with a seductive smile. "Be a dear and get the speeder would you?"

"Yes, Mistress." Cern said almost mindlessly, having been under the influence of her hyper-powerful pheremones for some time now.


Five minutes later.

The cherry red speeder flew above the ground with its lights on, the Chiss seated unconscious in the back, with Lorna sitting next to him. Cern piloted calmly, his adrenaline having spiked badly by tonights events. The disruptor explained the lack of a body, so they didn't bother looking for one. The Chiss would be out for hours. One of Corellia's late night convenience stores glowed in the night streets as they sped by it. Cern's nerves were fraying badly over what had just happened and at the sight of another store he stopped.

"Something the matter?" The biot asked in the back seat.

"My stomach is messing with me, I need a snack he grumbled, getting out of the speeder and walking into the brightly lit store. An old man in civilian clothes ran the counter as he went looking for comfort snacks. He picked chips and soda for the most part, and then ran them up at the front. The old man gave him a look as he scanned it all up.

"Third leg ruining everything?" The man asked.

"Pardon?" The stressed out Cern asked.

"That drunk back there ruining everything with your date?" The old man asked.

Cern stared at him for a few seconds. "Yes." he said flatly afterward. "This is what I get for sympathy."

"My advice? Ditch the bastard on a park bench somewhere. And then show that woman the time of her life."

"Were it only so easy."

"It is easy. A woman that beautiful? Easiest decision in the world to make." The old man replied.

Cern chuckled nervously. "See you." He said as affably as he could.

He headed out of the store, realized Lorna wasn't in the speeder. He looked around dropping his stuff in the front, until he turned and realized she had entered the store from the back, and had gotten to the old man from behind the counter, injecting him with a tranquilizer hypo and then biting him on the neck once he was unconscious. He ran back into the store.

"What the feth are you doing?!?" He hissed.

"He saw the Chiss's face as well as my own. If the authorities piece together anything...well...do I really have to state the obvious?" The biot asked.

Cern sighed. He was the screw up here. All because he had to calm his nerves. He watched as she applied a bacta patch to the old man's neck while he went to the back. He was a sensor and computer specialist, so deleting all the stores camera files and damaging them beyond measure was not difficult, but his fingers still trembled as they typed the commands on the security console. The pair were soon leaving after he sterilized the board and the old man of fingerprints with rubbing alcohol. His stomach was in such knots he didn't even want a snack at this point as he piloted with them right next to him.


Fifteen minutes later...


Lorna had done the heavy lifting once they had gotten inside, taking him to the dungeon underneath the house for privacy. The Chiss had been searched, stripped to his underwear, and chained with heavy links. The cell he was in was spacious, more like a very stripped down apartment then a prison cell. Lorna finished securing him and then excused herself. Cern snacked on chips as he watched the prisoner, though more out of nerves than hunger.

He stopped eating once he saw the Chiss stirring. His red eyes groggily focused on Cern after a few seconds of blinking. Cern gulped as he scowled.

"Familiar..." He growled, head still swimming from the residual effects. "I hate familiars." (Trinity: 70 XP)

"Not me you should be worrying about, buddy..." Cern said back to him quietly, eating another chip.

"Your master is...more difficult to slay then I had thought...what species is she, exactly?"

"The kind you don't feth with." Cern answered him curtly, knowing which side of the bread his butter was on.

"So what did this fanged tramp promise you? Immortality? Riches?"

"You wouldn't understand." Cern replied.

"Try me. I'm pretty familiar with what motivates human garbage like yourself..." The Chiss sneered.

"I'm sure you are..." called out Lorna from the top of the steps.

Cern stared, tried to keep his mouth from dropping. The Chiss only grimaced.

Lorna came down the steps wearing a black cocktail dress made of leather with black stilettos, her thick hair slicked back. Her muscle movements shifted with exacting precision under her skin.

"I'll never tell you anything..." Izro swore.

"You don't really need to. You're a Vampire Hunter. Fangless Dawn Guild." Lorna replied casually, holding up a gauntlet bearing the sigil.

Cern snapped his fingers at Lorna in excited triumph. "See? See, I told you!"

Lorna nodded humbly. "That you did, Cern."

"The Fangless Dawn will never cease hunting you, witch! Kill me, and more will come!"

"Such hatred..." Lorna whispered.

(Sinister Latin Chanting)

Lorna glided toward him, circling him slowly.

"Statistical analysis indicates most vampire hunters are motivated by a loss at the hands of another vampire. Others use the hunt as an excuse to kill. Fewer still will do it for money given how lethal the profession is. Which are you?" She asked gently.

"I have nothing to say to parasitic scum and their bootlicking servants." Izro sneered.

The Chiss flinched as he felt her fingertips on his bare shoulders.

"Jealousy, then." Lorna replied sympathetically. She pull up a spare folding chair, took a seat, crossing her legs.

"I can't imagine how horrible that is, wanting to be a thing that you regard as evil. What self righteous dicotomies you must have created to justify your hate. I've treated patients with your kind of complexes. They are never healthy." Lorna stated.

The Chiss was silent, looking at her strangely.

"I saw it in your eyes you know, as I kissed Cern. Jealousy. Fury. You are very good by the way. You must have done this many times to catch one such as me off guard. Tell me...when you were alone with all those vampires, did you ever consider letting yourself get bit, just to see how it felt?"

The Chiss said nothing.

"You must be tempted every time..." Lorna realized, studying the desperate attempts of the Chiss to conceal his growing horror at how she was reading him. "Oh, you poor man. How you must have suffered..."

She beckoned Cern with a finger and he went to join her by her side.

"Is that why you hate familiars? Because they have the courage to go after what you deny yourself?"

The Chiss tried to leap out of the chair and Lorna silently gestured for Cern to follow her out of the dungeon...

 

[Nine Lives]

"Okay, what was that about?" Cern asked as he followed Lorna out of the dungeon and into the cherry red speeder. "Wait, we're going out again?"

"To answer your first question jealousy is an excellent focus for malice. You will do nicely. Second, I was searching his things and found his address. He's a merchant. Its a good cover. But we are going back to the fair first. He had a contact he was supposed to meet there in half an hour. If we are quick we can intercept them." The artificial vampire explained as she got into the passenger seat, accidentally popping open the glove box. Both realized with alarm that the disruptor pistol was still in the glove box.

"We need to get rid of that thing as soon as possible..." Cern said, about to take it out and put it somewhere for safe keeping. The touch of Lorna's fingers on the back of his hand pushing him away from the pistol made him turn to her, incredulous.

"If they catch us with this pistol, they will have the legal right to kill us on the spot for being assassins..." Cern warned her.

"I agree. But Castle Morpheus is not in The Corellian System at the moment and it could be days before my sister Vera could get here. Meier is the only one on Corellia and...damn! Meier is on Corellia! If they know about me they know about her!" Lorna exclaimed, turning to him with worry. "We have to reach her!"

"What about the contact?" Cern asked, clutching the pistol nervously as Lorna handed it to him.

"I refuse to let them kill my sister." Lorna replied fiercely. She deeply loved her entire family. Even Vera.

"Look, I can get your sister...but we have to catch that contact. How about I drop you off and pick her up?"

The Biot calculated the risk differentials. They'd be expecting another vampire, not some driver. The Chiss clearly hadn't known he was Lorna's familiar.

"Your proposal is acceptable." The biot replied, buckling in as Cern activated the engines.

They were soon piloting Corellia's streets with all their internal and external lights turned off, the cherry red speeder reflecting the street lights. Even during the festival, Coronet was active, its bronze and crystal towers stretching out to star filled heavens. He heard a low whine, almost like a capacitor charging and his eyes looked to his master. Lorna's flesh wriggled everywhere on her body, bulging and bubbling under the dress like her face the pigment of the "skin" splotching and altering its color tone in some places, her mass reducing itself slightly. He didn't understand the technology that allowed her to function. But he knew enough to fear it.

Headlights from behind made his heart pound. He tried to pilot normal and act natural, but he still had to speed up just to make sure the currently inert Lorna was not spotted mid transformation in the headlights.

The call of a siren made his muscles lock up. That was a police speeder. Lorna was not done transforming. He kept ahead for a few seconds on the night road, as many seconds as he dared before he pulled to the side of the road and got out of the speeder a few seconds after, stashing the disruptor under his seat discretely before he did so.

"Hi, officer. Listen, if its about the lights--"

"Speeder License and Registration please..." The burly man in the gray police jumpsuit with a black tactical vest said as he walked up to Cern. He was taller also, with leathery, pitted looking skin on the cheeks and a gray head of short cut hair.

"Oh, oh, of course!" Cern said, slowly getting out his wallet and handing him the requested items.

"Sir, why were you piloting with your lights off at this time of the night?"

"Uh, there's some type of problem with the computer systems. It winked out on me as I was traveling down the road..." Cern answered.

"Where you headed?" The policeman asked

"The Agridome. Was going to the festival." Cern answered carefully.

The Officer knew something wasn't quite right. Maybe it was the way Cern's voice trembled a little as he gave his answers. Maybe it was the stiff posture, but he shined his flashlight on Lorna. He was too far away to make out if she was transforming.

"Oh, that's my girlfriend..." Cern answered, trying to keep the officer talking as long as possible. "Whew! Busy night huh?!"

"Yeah, busy..." the officer answered heading over to the passenger side of the speeder. Cern braced himself, remembering the hold out blaster up his sleeve.

"Officer, I'm gonna get the lights fixed in the morning, honest--"

"I'm sure..." he said, shining a light on what was inside...

An extremely curvy, beautiful woman in her early thirties with brown eyes, and a very bronze skin tone, face symmetrical with full lips, in a black cocktail dress. She turned her face away from the light and for a split second he thought he saw a purple glint at the center of them.

The biot immediately turned on the charm. "Something the matter officer?" She asked politely in a youthful Coruscanti accent. "I don't really know what's wrong with the vehicle, my boyfriend had it checked last month..."

"This your vehicle?" The policeman asked.

"It's uh, it's mine, officer." Cern called out. This was the truth. Lorna had let him pick it out after swearing his service to her, on the condition he was to serve as her vampire ferryman when required. As he didn't mind driving a beautiful...whatever Lorna was...it had seemed a fair trade. That way it would not look unusual if he was piloting a speeder late at night for illicit activities. It was a hard cabin, good engine, fit for drag races.

The Officer tapped his foot a bit, thumbs hooking his belt. Cern felt like vomiting.

"We're awfully sorry officer." The biot said. "We'll get it fixed as soon as possible, but all the repair shops are closed."

"Your insurance up to date?" The policeman asked Cern curtly.

"Yes sir, Officer. I got the documents in the glove compartment." Cern answered, praying he would not search the vehicle.

"May I get them?" The biot asked, fixing a seductive smile on him.

(Sinister Latin Chanting)

"Go ahead..." he said slowly, a little transfixed by her smile.

The biot reached for the glove box, pulling out both the hard paper documents as well as the electrical version on the small datapad. The policeman inspected it.

"So, been a quiet night for you so far?" The biot asked, blinking expressive eyes of chocolate at him.

"Oh, uh, pretty slow, but I guess we always like nights like that..." the policeman answered, trying not to stare at her smile. Or anything else about her.

"I'm amazed you're having such a quiet night, what with the festivities..." The Biot said flashing another seductive smile, flashing white teeth.

"Same here. Well, this looks like its in order...now I'm gonna let you both off with a warning. You get those lights fixed as soon as you can. Have a nice night at the fair." The policeman told both of them.

"Of course! Thank you, Officer!" Cern said, hiding just how relieved he was.

The officer nodded and got back in his speeder, the repulsor craft zooming ahead of them a meter above the ground.

Cern got back in his speeder and exhaled finally.

"Deep breaths..." Lorna whispered, patting the nervous man on the shoulder.

"Very deep breaths..."

Cern was there the next five minutes before he got his adrenaline under enough control to pilot properly.


Fifteen minutes later...


The Speeder pulled up to the Agridome and The Biot got out heels clicking on the hard path to the entrance. She saw Cern pilot away to go and get Meier at the Spaceport, leaving her to reach Izro's contact. The sights and smells greeted the biot, the costumes, the merriment, the happiness...it was so overwhelming. It was the perfect place to hunt...or for her to pick up someone to bring home for an entirely different kind of appetite. Too bad the Fangless Dawn had to spoil her evening. She hadn't even originally planned to hunt more than one time tonight. She had actually been planning on just staying up late watching soaps with Cern (who was a surprisingly avid follower of them.)

This guise was the one best suited to stealth, and the one she preferred to use the most often after her form as a psychologist. That was because it provided the best opportunity of avoiding violence. It wasn't just the vampire hunters to be worried over. Poor Cern was in a bad state and she suddenly felt extremely guilty for putting him through such strain. She liked to think she ran a clean operation. A safe one.

Not safe enough, it seemed. Not safe enough by half.

The Biot as she headed deeper into the fair grounds looking for the contact, did not see the ones behind her, dressed in ancient merchant clothing wearing white skull masks, slowly, calmly begin to follow her...

 

[Nine Lives]

The scents...the sights.

The biot, in spite of having her personality coded to be as empathetic and pacifistic whenever possible, felt dark hungers stir in its almost purely organic brain. Costumes both ancient and revealing caught her eye.

The biot glided through the crowds like liquid, passing by people dressed in mime suits juggling burning torches.(Her mother had once been so paranoid of them, though she nonetheless was still scornful of them. The torches caught Lorna's eye in fascination and the artificial vampire went still, observing. She knew she had to meet the contact but still...

The Agridome was a controlled chaos, the rides, the acts, the food. Lorna snagged a confection on a sample tray and ate it, greatful she had been made with a sense of taste, unlike her older sister. She would derive no nourishment from it, and her body would treat it as a poisonous substance to be rapidly broken down, but she could taste it. This had been part of an effort to make her seem more human. She had never tasted vanilla before. It was a revelation.

Lorna watched only a few moments more before continuing on her way. The contact was supposed to meet the one who had killed the other her in a small tent theater not far from here. She smiled as she saw children playing. Some were dressed like little Han Solo's.

The biot wanted to stay, to be among them. To learn. To grow. But her family came first.

Slinking past crowds, some of whom stopped as the incredibly beautiful artificial creation waltzed past them to her destination, staring at her in astonishment. Hyper-pheremones completed the spell she cast on passersby. After a few minutes she spotted the theater tent, of modest size, set up to accommodate a fairly large crowd. She slipped inside it, noting how it was dark. She spotted a lone figure, watching the holoprojector. He was dressed in gold merchant's clothing. The projector was showing an old documentary of the early days of Han Solo.

It was dangerous to attract attention. The Agridome was crawling with Jedi tonight. Starting a fight would not be wise.

The merchant dressed man turned and stared as she entered, heels clicking on the ground. His face was covered in a gold skull mask.

"Oh! Forgive me! I was expecting someone else. You uh...won't be staying long, will you?" The contact asked.

"Why? Are you expecting someone?" She asked politely.

"I, uh...y'know, I'll just go, the show was getting boring..." the man moved to leave the tent.

"Say, that is just a gorgeous costume. I love the fabric! What is it?" She exclaimed, gliding over to him easily. Her pheremones were airborn, as well as saturating her flesh. Unless that costume of his had toxic seals, he would already be feeling the effects.

"It...its just Corellian Satin..." the man breathed a little as she got closer.

"I love Corellian Satin..." Lorna purred as she approached, letting her voice slither its way pleasingly into his ear.

She was suddenly sitting down next to him, smiling. The man felt still, small, transfixed by the stare of the cobra.

"Won't you take the mask off?" She suggested innocently.

"I...s-sure...what am I saying..."

Lorna smiled as the man removed the mask. He was of Mirialan descent, his eyes as green as his skin. He was confused, transfixed by her, when normally he would have been leaving immediately. They both knew a fight here would bring down attention he could not escape from.

"You have such excellent taste..." the biot whispered seductively. The man gulped, got out of the seat.

"I really should be going."

She was next to him.

"Won't you stay? There's no one else in the theater. Its awkward to watch a movie alone..."

"I...I...who are..."

She stroked his face lovingly, letting the pheremones her skin was covered in soak into his.

"What say you and I grab a snack first?" She suggested.

(Sinister Latin Chanting)

"Okay." he replied numbly.

She flashed him a warm smile.

As the pair moved to the exit however, the men who had been following her entered, wearing darker versions of of the contact's costume. Lorna went still as they leveled blasters at her.

"Come with us."

Lorna surrendered peacefully while the Contact suddenly backed away from her, having come to his senses.

"She messed with my mind! Got inside it somehow!" He yelped.

"We're tracking the car that dropped it off..." one of the men growled. "It was seen earlier, right after Izro disappeared."

"Where should we take this...thing?" one of them asked.

"Anywhere but this Agridome. We shoot her here and we all see lightsabers."

"I got a bright idea. How about I scream?" Lorna asked cheerily.

"We aren't afraid to die to kill vampire scum." The man growled at her.

"Of course not. But should death to complete your mission be the first option, eh?"

"We would expose you." He warned.

"As a very corrupt man once put it: It's not what you know. It's what you can prove." She said slyly.

She began to walk past him. He grabbed her. "I 'will' shoot you." he warned.

"Still waiting." she replied, slipping her arm out of his grip and leaving the tent.

She smiled as they started to follow her through the crowds casually. She had to lead them away from everyone. She didn't want to ruin anyone's fun.

She noticed the hunters began to split up, take more irregular paths as they followed her through the Agridome. She kept a casual pace, ignoring the flashy performances going on.

She spotted a Jedi in ancient wear, clad in elaborate, flowing green robes, holding a gilded lightsaber-lance.

She slinked up to him. She didn't want to hem them in by calling attention to her plight, but she still had to delay them for her own purposes.

"I love your robes..." she purred at the Jedi.

(Sinister Latin Chanting)

"Oh...uh...thanks..." the Jedi answered hesitantly, his face covered by a heavily stylized temple guard mask.

"Is that how they dressed back then...?" Lorna asked, getting closer. Out the corner of her eye, watching the hunters stop then slowly, casually pull back.

"Oh, this...this is more ceremony than anything. They are deeply impractical."

"Did you make them yourself? They are very beautiful..." she purred again...

Meanwhile...


Following: Meier (https://starwarsrp.net/topic/130353-saotome-commando-droid-meier/)


The Saotome Envoy that had been parked there since yesterday had only one occupant coming and going, purchasing supplies, having them moved to the cargo hold. After the supplies, which were to go to the Morpheus were loaded, the occupant, who resembled a pale skinned woman in a skin tight black catsuit, happily skipping up her mothers ship to retire to an evening of soap operas and animal documentaries. It had been a busy day all and all and she had let the time slip by her...she had barely managed to get home with barely fifteen percent power. Her masquer stretched open on her stomach, revealing the depleted power battery resting in housing in the middile of a gleaming silver mechanical torso as she shut the hatch, going for the supply of cells in a small box next to her bed, a small one with black sheets, black like the rest of the interior. Though she did not sleep like organics she did have a power save mode, and the bed had become very precious to her when she used it while in a nearly inactive state, for it allowed her to pretend she was dreaming. It allowed her to pretend for a short time she was human. She liked that. Sometimes she would close her eyes and play back her memory files, for it was the closest she could get to dreaming.

Though she was often a bubbly persona aboard the Morpheus, by herself Meier was a quiet being, almost unnaturally so, whose chief enjoyments were music and love stories. Her body was testing bed technology that had yet to be updated, and Meier had not been deployed for combat unless it was an emergency as a result.

She ejected the old cell, putting the new one in while her main core switched to emergency power in the transition. She felt rejuvenated, and then decided to start her evening off, turning on a holoprojector to catch her favorite soap, Daze of our Lightsabers, relaxing on her bed, surrounded by old books and dolls she had purchased as curiosity. But though she read and enjoyed them, she didn't feel real growth.

Sometimes she knew...and mourned...how mechanical she was. She usually was really happy, genuinely so, but lately, curiosity about things like food and seeing what Vera had, made Meier a little more quiet and sober and questioning in private.

Just as she was getting to the scene where Darth Dae confessed his love for a female wookiee, the ship proximity alarm warned her someone was approaching the ship. She grabbed her machine pistol, headed to a security station and was relieved to see it was one of the clan associates. Cern. Her newest sister had acquired him after some sort of race on a distant world. She found him to be a remarkably quick learner for someone who had basically been a past his prime racer. Her combat programming had caused her to observe that he handled a gun way too well for a civilian. Their clan did sometimes look for those familiar at least with getting rid of a dead body. Perhaps that was why Cern had agreed to becoming a familiar so quickly, do obviously, blatantly illegal stuff...he had been on the wrong side of the law before.

She wasn't going to ask, certainly. Lots of the new psy-pires had murky backgrounds. Same went for familiars. Anybody willing to work for a vampire clan likely was comfortable with the idea there was going to be lots of violence at some point.

She opened the hatch and Cern rushed aboard in a panicked sweat.

"We got a problem..." he grunted breathlessly as he staggered to the main hold. "Vampire Hunters."

"They're striking during the festival? Are they crazy?" Meier wondered. "There's so many fething Jedi and Police out tonight anybody who starts anything will have half the city's blasters pointed at them."

"That's more of a problem for us than it is for them and they know it..." Cern breathed. "Vampires can never afford to be exposed..."

"Ain't that the truth..." Meier agreed. "What happened to you? Is Westy with you?"

"Westenra...Lorna...whatever the feth she feels like calling herself...she had to get regrown after a previous version ate a disruptor bolt at full power. We got the guy that killed the previous her in the dungeon under the garage. She's at the Agridome right now looking for his contact."

Meier stared at him, hands on her hips. "Were you followed?"

"I piloted like as much of a maniac as I dared...but there was a feth load of police cruisers. I got slowed down probably fourteen times before I got here." Cern said, finding the holodejarik table and sitting down. He was a nervous wreck.

"You got any water?" He asked sweating, hands shaking.

Meier turned to get some from the cargo hold but just as she did, the proximity alarm on her ship went active. Going over to the security room, she saw a number of fancifully costumed men in skull masks approaching the ships landing pad from all sides.

"Oh crap." Meier breathed.

"What?" Cern asked.

"You want the bad news or the good news first?" She asked nervously.

"Bad news." Cern said.

"We surrounded!"

"Good news?" Cern asked.

Meier held up her pistol.

"My gun shoots really fast!" She said with a grin.

 

[Westenra Mina]

She had successfully isolated the Jedi away from the other hunters, losing them in the crowds of the Corellian Carnival, her ultra strong pheremones completely besotting him.

The Tranquilizer poison and paralytic worked quickly, and then it was a few moments of feeding on his unusually delicious energy non-lethally. She savored it, even as she took great care afterward to treat his wounds and leave the area, a step ahead of her pursuers now frantically searching the crowd...

Lorna used the advantage of her stealth configuration to become a semi liquid mass of mollasses like tissue to hide and recede into the shadows of a carnival tent, leaving her clothing behind as the hunters came her way, finding only her dress. After a few minutes of looking for her they gave up, heading deeper into the carnival. Lorna wondered if they thought they would actually find a naked woman running through the crowd.

The semi liquid mass flowed across the ground deciding to trail the hunters by a different route, slithering into a costume changing room.

After reforming her humanoid shape, she immediately reverted to her psychologist setting after locking the doors so she wouldn't be intruded upon, flesh shuddering and warping back into what this particular copy felt to be her true form. Sure, it had no true combat setting, but it allowed the most chances for a peaceful resolution.

Lorna wasn't interested in killing. She merely wanted to find the ones who had killed her previous self.

She slipped out of the costume room in a revealing dancers outfit. She began pumping pheremones into the air, immediately bewitching everyone around her as she casually slinked her way through the lights and festivities once more, closing in on one of the hunters, hoping to isolate him.

The air was thick with what technically counted in most modern militaries as a chemical weapon as she politely asked a few people to casually cut off the hunter she focused on from his comrades...

He had started to look confused until he swooned, the chemicals seeping through his costume as she circled him.

"I don't suppose you have any free time?" she cooed, watching him swoon, as she saturated the air...

Meanwhile...

Any hunter that came on the ship got a silenced bullet.

Not always at the same point...some times they got it in the cargo hold, other times they got it near the cockpit, but they all got it, no matter how quiet they were, or how tactical they went in, their lives were taken by a single bullet to the head.

The Biot would change position after killing, so as to not make it obvious where the ambush would come from.

Cern would make noises to distract them, turning their heads away at just the wrong moment before the camouflaged Meier could fire at her hunters. Soon the main hold was littered with bodies, each shot quickly in succession, Meier soon stopped blending into the hull, the masquer her skin was composed of shifting back to her black suited appearance. Cern came out of hiding, amazed and horrified at how even the friendliest of Nine's daughters was capable of such brutality.

Meier turned to him. "They came from the festival in the Agridome...And they knew where to find this ship...how much else do they know?"

"You think we have a penetration?" Cern asked...

"I do..." Meier answered. "But only very few people would know both my sister's identities and their residences..."

"They could only have told the hunters when and where while the Morpheus was still in orbit over Corellia..." Cern realized..."There are no other Psy-Pire associates operating on Corellia..."

"The Mole is aboard the Morpheus...quick, lets pick up that Hunter West got, then go get West..." Meier said, running to the cockpit...

 

[Westenra Mina]

Cern was concerned when Meier landed her ship on a grassy knoll close to Westenra's loft and saw another speeder. Meier pulled out her pistols and he palmed the disruptor pistol, silently gesturing to Meier to let him go first. Meier obliged.

He unlocked the door quietly with his key card and it slid open, and he spotted Lorna on the floor, fangs deep into the neck of the vampire hunter, flesh wriggling and bulging everywhere like rats were underneath as she drank his Psy-Energy. She was still wearing her revealing dancer's outfit from the Carnival

The deadly vampiric Android spotted him, and immediately stopped, flesh resetting completely.

"Cern! You're back early!" Lorna said, blushing and self conscious. She knew Cern had seen her feed, but she preferred he see it as little as possible.

Cern held his hands to his face in mock horror.

"Lorna, how could you?! And in our living room!" he asked in mock outrage.

Lorna smiled wryly at this and went with the gag.

"You're always working!" she mock complained. "I have needs!"

She stepped over the unconscious Vampire hunter, mild trails of blood from the puncture wounds in his neck.

"So..." she began finger twirling through her hair playfully even as she licked her victims blood off her lips. "Like the outfit?"

"Lorna, we both know you'd look amazing wearing a potato sack."

"But I'm not wearing a potato sack..." Lorna replied seductively. "I'm wearing this outfit. Do you like it, Cern?"

Before he could answer, there was an uncomfortable cough.

The pair turned, saw Meier.

"I hate to interrupt your unscheduled mating ritual, Lorna, but your snack is bleeding out..."

Lorna turned. There was a large spot of blood on the carpet.

"Oh, I just bought that carpet!" Lorna complained, going over to treat his wounds with Bacta.

"That is so not coming out..." Lorna said, lifting the body up. "Get a rug over that temporarily, would you, Cern?"

Cern sighed.

"Yes, Mistress..." he replied wistfully as he headed to the rug closet...



Three hours later...


"Alright, I contacted my Sister, but the Morpheus won't be back for another two days..." Lorna said, having slipped into a silver cocktail dress and heels. Cern had almost nodded out when he heard her, and was fully awake when he saw her walk into the lounge.

"Secured the prisoners, Lorna..." Cern said, having spent the past hour watching an old documentary about wildlife to calm his nerves.

"I know. I fed on them both just now. I wanted to see how you were doing."

"Do you know how they found us?"

I know there is a traitor aboard The Morpheus, based on what you and Meier told me. Thank you for going to help my sister. That was very brave of you.

"Meier's a nice gal. Happy to help." he replied exhaustedly, head reclining against the sofa, trying not to notice how gorgeous Lorna was. He knew it now: he wanted her, and had since he first laid eyes on her.

"How many hunters are still looking for us? Why not just expose you, expose House Li-Ves?" Cern asked.

"It's not what you know...it's what you can prove..." Lorna said. "Whoever the traitor is, they seem to have only given them just enough info to succeed, but not enough info to have an in depth knowledge of what would actually kill me, leaving them only the ability to make educated guesses for the most part."

"It wasn't an educated guess that killed the other you." Cern pointed out.

Lorna nodded. "True."

"So whoever the traitor is, there are two reasons the Hunter's info is so bad. Either it's someone low tier, not fully privy to all your weaknesses, or it's someone high tier trying to make you *think" it's someone low tier." Cern theorized.

"It cannot be one of my sisters. Certainly not the Morpheus Knight's. Which leaves Familiars."

Cern, at hearing this, turned and looked right at her.

"I'm not the traitor, Lorna." he said calmly.

Lorna smiled. "I know. But it's nice to hear. Thank you."

"Will they try and attack this place?" Cern asked.

"Even Vampire Hunters aren't dumb enough to attack in the middle of the suburbs. We're safe...for the moment...I don't guarantee it beyond the suburbs, however." Lorna answered.

"Did you learn where they're attacking from?"

"Alderaan. I'll be dispatching a copy there post haste...in the meantime, there is still a pathetic little enclave they have here in the woodlands for us to sink our teeth into..."

She then smiled.

"You don't have to go with me if you don't want to. Killing Vampire Hunters isn't part of your job description."

"In for a single credit, in for a sack of them." he replied.

Lorna ran a finger under his chin.

"You like watching out for me. How sweet." she said playfully.

"Gods you are beautiful." Cern admitted.

"So glad you noticed..." Lorna said, pulling him in for a kiss, this time it wasn't pretend.

Cern clasped her face as he kissed her, heart pounding...