i guess i have never seen you rp.
here is Part of a solo bridging RP I did not long ago
Deep within the Mottled blue tunnel of hyperspace, Billions of miles from any location of interest rode an old-model Cc-475 cruiser, dubbed the Ebon Crone, though some might have considered the Crone little more than a junk hauler well past its prime-perhaps better suited to be hauled away as junk- it was, for the moment at least- The Dark Lordess Adena Qel-Droma, better known as Empress Viea's transportation of choice. The Empress made small circles deep within the ship appraising recent repairs with her sharp Icy blue gaze, nodding in satisfaction that her patch job would restore some of the ships abilities, but not for too long, should she inadvertently come out of Hyperspace in a battle Field, her only option would be to try and escape the area undetected.
After moving back into the cockpit Adena double checked the Crono-meter with a mild agitation as it revealed that she was still several days from her destination. A wave of anger washed over her for a moment and she threw her hydrospaner disgustedly, and dumped her weary frame into the pilots seat unceremoniously, her thoughts racing over everything that had transpired; her attempt to pose as her daughter Nikita, in order to infiltrate the Sith Witch Sable's world, and learn off the woman, and in the same motion steal the ancient artifact known as the Dark Sphere had gone arry. While she did indeed learn much off Sable, her prise however was missing, and instead Adena found a spirit using the Form of her Daughter to get at her subconsciously.
" You think your tricks are going to keep me from that sphere Sable?" Adena hissed to herself as she reached for the duffel bag loaded with items stolen from Sables library, and lab.
" Your Tricks have done nothing but signed your death warrant" she added with finality before pulling out one of the ancient books and flipping it open.
Adena took in every word articulately placed on the weathered paper pages, a plethora of knowledge regarding the fundamentals of Sables genetic research of a verity of species, and how she mastered combining elements of Sith Majicks, and long forgotten alchemy to heighten the ability to achieve a desired effect, most of which seemed to utilize a powdered white gold. The time it took to read did not seem to shorten the trip, and Adena was now far more interested in what else the Witch had discovered. As her slender hand reached into the bag the Empress felt as though something was watching, dismissing it as a problem with the ships environmental units Adena produced another book, and opened it only to have the feeling bloom into a deep chill, a chill that was redolent with a familiar presence, a presence that seemed to radiate just over her shoulder.
" Damn-it Adena, I can't believe you waist your time with things that are so worthless" A deep male voice boomed, full of arrogance, and pride, all wrapped up in a heavy Corellian accent.
turning her head quickly, eyes narrowed, and Jaw Clenched, the Empress found the source of the voice. There, in the co-pilots chair- clad in a midnight blue flight suit, black coloured medium Mandalorian armour affixed to the cloth, light staff hanging on the belt- was Adena's Ex-Husband, and Father of her Daughter, Nikita- The First of the Sith DarkLords- Kuelmargh. Adena took a deep breath as she watched the male for a moment, as he made no eye contact, his white gaze focused on the heavy blaster in his hand, which he cleaned with an almost obsessive finesse.
" If you didn't worry so much about these damn books you would have never left your empire to flounder, but what am I saying, you never can finish anything properly" He added as he idly checked the sight before slipping the weapon back into its holster.
" Well if you were half the man you think you are, then you would have survived our little 'disagreement'"Adena retorted, a torrent of emotion trampling her like a bantha stampede, she knew he was dead, she knew that she had killed him, and skinned him, leaving his body to the elements to claim, had he somehow survived?
She narrowed her eyes further as Kuelmargh finally cast his colourless eyes upon her and offers her that smirk that just bled ego.
"Don't flatter yourself Mrs. Adena Lauraanah Qel-Droma, You gave me a good run, but you made the mistake of walking away without making sure I was dead. In-fact," he mused "It was you lack of attention, and disregard of things that led to our Daughters death! Yes Adena, it was your fault, and you know it, deep inside!"
Adena felt the pressure in her body rise dramatically as the blood drained from her face, in a mixture of horror, and a burning rage emanating deep within, her whole history with this man was nothing but a scheme for power on his behalf, she was nothing more than a tool he used to help break the order in two, he used her to bare an heir to his throne, and threw her away, it was then that she attacked, and had until recently thought had killed; but she knew she killed him, this just was not right.
" How dare you!" she hissed, as she slipped from her chair, taking a few steps back, taking a very aggressive stance, her poise, and voice betraying her hidden fears that what he said was right, and her confusion- though her defiance was still hard in her tones. " You know very well she made her own path Kuelmargh, she was the one who tried to control the essence of her darkness, it was the mental illness that runs in your blood that took her! It's not my fault!"
Kuelmargh only laughed mockingly as he too stood, a massive human, broad shouldered, standing nearly two meters. " Such a naive idiot Adena. You have always fallen for what your told. Nikita Died because you did not prepare her properly, and now Lirreka has a nice addition to her gallery. Hell, you even fell for what I told you, did it never occur to you that you were nothing more than a toy, for my amusement?"
Adena felt her jaw tighten and her nails dig into the meat of her hand, drawing thin lines of blood that fell to the deck in a steady rhythm that echoed that of her pulse. She hated him, she hated him for everything he was, she no longer cared what he was doing here, she did not care if he was dead or not. Kuelmargh had forced her to open doors the Empress had shut for a reason, and she could no longer contain the rage that clawed at her to come out. " I may have been a toy, but in the end it was me that tracked you down, and taught you the humility you so desperately needed, but apparently it was a lesson you forgot, looks like I'll have to re-educate you"
"Teach ME?!, Adena you again show your stupidity, and ignorance, your expendable, accept it. You murdered our Daughter, you failed to kill me, just give up." As his words came out the large Corellian tossed his blood red hair over his shoulder, and turned his back on Adena, his chest swelling in his own arrogance, the ultimate insult to the Ancient woman, who even now glared at the Former DarkLord with crimson eyes, the whispers of her mind mingling with the pounding of her heart as a feral side of her awoke, and pulled at the strings of the force, summoning energies to her command.
There was his humiliating, demeaning laughter again, cascading about her only fueling her rage further, bringing her primal instincts to her as the static built up around her palms until they reached a flash-point, at which she directed directly at the Corellians back. As if working in some plane of reality a few steps ahead of her Kumargh had already turned to face her and swiftly outreached his massive hand, absorbing the energies into himself, offering her an insulting smirk as he unclipped his light-staff and ignited both ends, washing the room with its crimson hue.
Adena moved back reaching for her own saber only to remember that she had left her weapons with Shara before going on this mission. Cursing under her breath she strayed to the side as on of the blades screamed past her, striking the ships life support controls, sending a shower of sparks dancing into the air as the systems promptly failed, leaving only limited time before an inevitable death.
Kuelmargh moved to follow, though what he lacked in speed he more than made up for in reach, as Adena was soon remembered as his hand clasped about her throat and launched her over head, sending the woman crashing into the com terminal with a sickening crack before she slumped to the floor, her world spinning.
" You really are a failure Adena, I can see why everything you do fails, your countless marriages, your children always turning on you, because you are weak" The Crimson haired male moved slowly, placing both hands on the long shaft of his staff, separating it in half to form two separate Sabers, both now leveled at the stunned Adena. She heard his words, and she knew that he had the upper hand physically. One would think this was over, the end of the great Empress- and in some regards they would be right were it not for her wit. The whispers in her mind spoke to her, telling her of his flaw, and telling her not to react yet, draw him closer, feed his confidence into a fatal error; She remained motionless doing just this drawing the Force to her again, bringing a chill to her hands, growing colder with each shallow breath.
Kuelmarghs foot falls felt like small explosions to her ears as he drew closed, the dull throbbing of his twin weapons energy sounding like a million angry Kazah Hornets as they wavered idly on either side of her- and yet she remained still.
" Good by Adena, it's a shame nobody will miss you" Kuelmargh muttered gleefully as he came to a stop looking down at her crumpled form.
It was that moment she needed, with speed born of the Force Adena was upon him, roaring in a primal rage as she placed hands on the males face, her flesh at freezing levels, the cold burning Kuelmargh, as the Empress forced more and more freezing bands of energy into him. In a desperation move Kuelmargh raised his sabers, driving both blades deep into Adena's exposed flanks, the smell of cauterized flesh filled the cockpit as the echoing of her screams carried throughout the hollowed haulers compartments, yest she did not let go.
Kuelmarghs eyes glazed over as his expression eased in repose, no longer did he fight. As his fingers slipped off his weapons the beams retracted, dropping Adena onto the floor, gasping for her last breaths as the temperature, and air levels plunged. The massive corellian staggered slightly before falling onto himself, his knees no longer able to support his massive frame. His body fell hard, and rigidly, as his head struck the floor it shattered as if crafted of a thin ice, producing no blood, no greymatter, but a thick crystalline substance. she had frozen his head like dipping it in liquid nitrogen.
As she desperately fought for every breath he vision faded in and out, the adrenaline still pumping. She was dying, and knew it, but Kuelmargh was also dead, gone, all that remained was a broken body. with her last breath Adena let out a booming laughter, celebrating her kill, then her voice failed, and her vision fled. she could hear the warning that all life support was gone, though that was fading as well, before the report could end she was gone.
Her eyes shot open as the sat up in a panic, her blood pumping at a fevered pitch. Looking about she found herself in the caption's chair, the book she was reading lay open upon the floor. Patting herself she searched for the saber wounds that should have killed her, but found nothing, no wounds, no body, everything as it was. What was happening?, First Nikita, now Kuelmargh-Was the force turning on her, was she loosing her mind?
"I need to lay down" she convinced herself brokenly, picking up the duffel bag, and moving out of the cockpit, looking to find the Capitan's quarters, she would lay down and read, that would relax her mind. though her temper still lingered she tried to hold it
