'Darque'ness Rises (Ask)

[Seirra Darque]

*Across the void of space from where Sable passed on her daughter (one of them anyway) Seirra awoke with a start. She felt cold for a moment like someone walked across her grave then a burst of light and pain filled her mind causing her to writhe in agony*

Selae! She slew me. She took what was mine. She took my life!

*The image of this 'Selae' woman burned into Seirra's memory. She would know her instantly upon seeing her. The pain subsided and for a moment the lusty freebooter sat quietly in her rumpled bed thinking. It wasn't like she and her mother were close, hell she hadn't seen her at all since she was seventeen but the notion she was always out there somewhere was comforting, moreso then Seirra realized until now. She frowned at the thoughts and emotions. Yes she would have to see to things now. She rolled off her bed, rolling over her current bed partner to reach the floor*

"Wake up Saige, time to go." She said as she wiggled on her pants. The Corellian Smuggler pulled back the sheet from his head to look at Seirra.

"It's too early, Comeon Sei', lets go back to bed. I got a few more tricks to show you." He grinned and patted the bed. Seirra stood up and grabbed him by his stringy blonde hair and drug him from the bed.

"When I say 'time to go' it's not up for debate." She growled and dropped him to the floor. "Get out or get shot, yer choice Saige."

*Even as he rubbed his head he looked up at her. He knew she was volitile, that made her great in bed, but he also knew her well enough to know when to clam up, duck and run. This was one of those times. Without another word he grabbed up his gear and headed for the hatch. Seirra walked passed the hatch headed for the bridge.*

"Okay Zedd, get everyone to stations, we're pulling out in twenty." She ordered as she took a seat in the captain's chair and began the lift off proceedure. Zedd the much scarred Transdosian snarled in response and rang 'all hands to stations'. He knew the captain had a burr in her pants and that usually meant insurance companies went bankrupt.

[Seirra Darque]

*Nar Shaddaa, Most called it the smuggler's moon. Seirra called it a what the Hutts shat out. She found the place vile and filled with perenial small-timers. It was however a good place to get a lead on people. Everyone's dirty laundry came through here sooner or later. She knew the Hutts and the Sith were all buddy-buddy and that was reason enough for her to come here. The Helion arriving caused a stir. Seirra always did. Her reputation for occasional wanton destruction always preceeded her. She left the vessel with a stride filled with purpose and promise of pain for those that felt they could get in her way. She found what or in this case whom she was looking for after trashing her second cantina. A lowlife information peddler named 'Three Card Monty'. Without preamble or even small-talk She kicked over the table he was at, lifted the small Toydarian from his perch and started to squeeze his scrawny neck*

"I'm only going to ask this once Monty. Selae, a Sith Bitch, I wanna know everything you know about her... Now." Her voice though calm and even carried the hint of her leashed fury. Monty didn't even bother to hesitate.

"She's former apprentice to da dark lord...crazy...former queen of Onderon....has daughter Arael....was exiled but word has it she escaped and on da hunt to destroy Onderon....Dats all I know I swear!" He weezed out to the large pirate. A shimmer of luminescence crossed her dark green gaze. Feral fury warred with ruthless vengence and vengence won. She released the Toydarian and let him drop to the ground.

"Good boy." She muttered turning to leave. The blaster bolt struck her in the shoulder spinning her around to slam her back into the wall. The burning pain acted like an on switch. Her senses came to life, no shadows existed to her eyes, she could hear the fluttery heartbeat of Monty who was under her. She could smell the sweat on the Sith Troopers who stood in the doorway.

"Surrender or die." The transmitted voice of the lead trooper reached her ears. Seirra grinned. This was what she needed.

"Funny I was about to say the same thing." Seirra drawled as she pushed herself up using the table apparently for support. In truth she didn't need it at all.

*The blaster wound was already healing. One of mother's other little gifts. She grinned at the troopers, one of those 'Oh you're SO dead' grins she was famous for. She suddenly twisted spinning as she took both hands to hurl the table at the troopers scattering them like rats. That was all the time she needed to draw her saber. The vibro blade hummed to life even as a rime of plasma danced over the edge. Blaster fire flew towards her and Seirra danced. Graceful as a leaf on the wind what fire got passed her deflecting blade missed her completely. The distance between her and the troopers shrank until she reached fighting range. The keen edge sliced through their armor easily and blood flowed. Relying on her strength and speed she turned the well trained five-man team into corpses in short order. All but one, he only lost an arm. Seirra lifted him to his feet, pulling him up to her eye level.*

"Tell your masters dog that it's two eyes for an eye. She killed my Mother so I kill them until they give me her. The Helion's going hunting for Sith!" She lifted the wounded trooper and hurled him across the Cantina. The blaster wounds she'd received were healing slowly, her recoperative powers were limited but her thirst for vengence was no where near quenched.