Fears of Betrayal (open RP)

[Mari Bean]

Sparkling dewdrops of the early morning floated on the cool breeze to kiss the cheeks of a dark and motionless woman. Little more than a girl, having probably just reached her coming of age, her cheeks, smooth, and her eyes, depthless brown pools of innocence. Heavy black robes contrasted with her skin, a golden brown, and her silky brown hair that peeked out from under the deep hood that failed to hide her watery eyes.
The sun began to line the hills with orange brilliance, and rays of golden warmth shone out to greet the land. The young woman looked up, and the rays of light set her hair on fire. The brown locks shone golden and brassy red, and as the rays hit her eyes, they morphed into swirling pools of amber. If the rising sun could take form, it would be her, this fiery goddess, and she would bring beauty and joy to the land.
And then, as fast as it had came, it was gone. The illusion the dawn had created was gone and the sun continued to rise and left the line of hills, now simply shining yellow streams. The young woman's brown eyed gaze could have frozen the land upon which it swept. Anyone too engrossed in the wonderment the dawn had produced upon her would have failed to notice the silver hilt of a light saber and a small pistol at her hip. She held herself with a deadly grace, a coiled spring, ready to uncoil at the slightest provacation. Above dark purple circles, her eyes seemed haunted. They were the eyes of someone who had seen too much.

[Mari Bean]

And Mari had indeed seen too much. Being a Soul Walker, she was game to bounty hunters and followers of the light. She had met many a man who claimed to be in the light, who had probably seen more blood then she. Her thoughts began to wander to the purpose of her being in the Sith Empire. Her half-brother probably never made it to the Jedi. He was weak, even if he did have slight control of the force. Her main objective was to kill him. And after that she would leave the Empire. Soul Walkers usually affiliated with no one and only ties of the blood could hold them.

Then why do I fear betraying them? If I am not tied to them, why do I care if they die?

She had been having dreams of her betrayal nearly every night. She was sleep deprived and had not had any appetite. She had lost nearly 20 pounds and was turning a sickly pale yellow. Even the newest of disciples could have beaten her in a sparring match. She fell back against a tree and slid down to the col ground, choosing that over falling on her face in exhaustion. She leaned her head against a tree and began to watch the clouds.

[Mari Bean]

When Mari opened her eyes, it was nearly dusk. She berated herself for falling asleep out in the open and vunerable. She had needed the rest though. Thankfully, she had a dreamless sleep, fueled by her fatigue. For the first time since she had arrived, she actually looked at her surroundings. The land around her consisted of grassy plains and rolling hills. She even thought she could see light coming from behind one of the hills. She had no idea where she was because after having crash landed on this planet, there seemed to be an electrical short somewhere and her commlink was dead. It still irked her that she couldn't figure out how to fly her ship, the Mors Dominae. It was still in a small thicket about have a mile east from her. She stood up and debated on what she should do. Her stomach's loud protest decided her; she would head towards the lights. She disgraced herself by not provisioning her ship before leaving the HQ, and therefore had to hope that the light she saw was from a city.

By the time Mari had reached the small city, the moon had been up for nearly an hour. She wanted to lay down and go to sleep right where she stood, but even her fatigue could not compete with her agonizing hunger. She reached into her pocket and felt around. A few credits, some wire, and a pretty stone she had found. She mentally kicked herself as she remembered her purse sitting in a compartment in her ship. She normally would just take what she wanted and kill anyone who got in her way, but she probably couldn't handle any trouble in the condition she was in. She pulled down her hood and started into the city.
Her boots crunched as she walked through the poorly paved streets. Mangy dogs came out of their alleys to bark at her with brainless self-importance. People walked past her and gave her odd looks; little girls were supposed to be home helping their mothers with chores, not out walking the streets.
She stopped in front very noisy establishment; drunken shouts and music drifted out into the street. The building was about 3 stories high and the faded sign read "Corellian..." Something... She couldn't read the second word. And she didn't care. She was starving. She checked to make sure her pistol was visible and that her light saber wasn't. No need for anyone to know she was force sensitive.
She opened the door and a wave of warm air rolled into her. She noticed several service droids scurrying around with trays of drink and food. Sharp smells of spices and exotic drinks arroused her somewhat numb stomach and caused it complain. Luckily, it wasn't nearly as loud as the inn. She looked around and locked eyes with a fat man in an apron. He headed towards her, abruptly ending his conversation with a pompous looking man in a scarlet cloak. The man looked at her vemonously and tossed his head.

"Is there something I can do for you?" He had to yell over that clamor.
"Is there something I can do for a meal?"

A sith warrior washing dishes? I'm just bringing disgrace upon disgrace to the empire!

The innkeeper stared at her a minute and burst into laughter. She considered igniting her sabre in his belly, but decided against it and waited for his bellows to cease.

"You hardly look old enough to do what I need!"

Mari's ears turned red and she stared at the vulgar man dispassionatly. She reached into a hidden pocket in her robes and pulled out a gold bracelet. He grinned as he wrapped his fat fingers around it and motioned her towards a table. She didn't know what he was thinking but she would not leave this planet without that bracelet.


OOC: This is my first rp (can't you tell?) Please tell me if I'm doing something wrong, or anything. OOC comments would ba nice... and participation...

[Itala Marzullo]

I would normaly enter and be rude but I'm actualy busy in another rpg.

[Mari Bean]

Mari's eyes shot open at the persistant beeping of a service droid. On it's tray was a a bowl of what looked like beef stew and a loaf of bread. She growled as she realized that she wouldn't get her "money's" worth. She gulped down the soup and tore into the bread. She was beginning to get odd looks from the other patrons; a few "ladies" turned up their noses at her. She slipped out of her chair and walked purposely towards the conversing innkeeper. She stood up straight and cut into his conversation, asking if she might be able to get a room for the night.

"Unless you have anymore gold bracelets between your breasts, then I shouold think not. ... Or maybe you would like to take me up on an offer? You aren't so young as--"

The disguting old man cut off as her fist knocked the wind out of his poor, over-worked lungs. She spun around and brought her leg up to kick him in the jaw, and deposit his greasy bulk onto the dirty floor. She spun on her heel and stormed towards the exit. Two large men with nothing but forehead and a few droids with blasters ran towards her. Without turning, Mari raised her hand, and fueled by the darkside and her anger, threw everyone within 10 feet of her to the ground. She walks out into the dark and leans agianst the closed door, her legs refusing to work. She pushes herself off, and starts on the long "journey" back to her ship.


OOC: *hops into the thread expecting some support from Itala... and is completely and utterly crushed ;_;*

I absolutely HAD to know that. Thanks for telling me. < /sarcasm >


Edit: Typos and a sentence fragement... ;;

[Trace Sha]

:: Sitting aboard his newly acquired Toscan Fighter, Trace looks through the forward facing view port, pleased so far with the maiden voyage of his new vessel. Just behind him, on each side, stand his two personal IG88 guard droids. Both of them sporting what look to be newly designed restraining bolts and each of them armed heavily, with menacing looking blaster rifles, and armored the same. ::

“A decent first test this has turned out to be. I wonder how well this ship will do in an actual combat situation?”

:: He looks down to his navigation console and recalls that someone else of the Empire had left the shipyards, not too long before he had, also on her maiden voyage with a newly acquired spacecraft. But she had not been heard from in several days and Trace was curious what had become of the Sith Warrior known as Mari. Trace decided to check in with TSE Fleet Commander Summoner and proceed to investigate a little further, into what may have happened to the stray Warrior, wondering if there would be some death to deal out if and when he was able to locate her. He opened a channel to the office of Summoner and relayed his message and intent, while thinking to himself. ::

I’ll make sure to keep in contact with TSE base. Wouldn’t want Rama thinking his big brother just up and took off, disappearing into thin air, much like this young girl has done.

:: Finished relaying his situation to the Fleet Commander, Trace begins to look over his holo display, studying the emission trail, he had determined to most likely be, that of Mari Bean’s ship. He adjusted his course to match and followed the trail, wondering if he would be able to locate the missing Sith. His thoughts stray for a moment. ::

I do still need to name this ship. Perhaps something about this voyage will inspire me to give this craft an earned name.

[Mari Bean]

*Weariness and irritation roll off Mari in waves. Stumbling over any thing over an inch high, she slowly makes her way back to her ship. Every step is a battle with herself, her body wanting to collapse, her mind knowing better than that.*

"If I think about ever losing sleep over dreams again, be sure to kick me!!"
[i]*talking to herself was an outlet, it kept her conscious. She was sure that as long as she didn't answer herself, she would be fine. The moon reflected off a shiny surface and caught her attention. Her ship. She was sure of it. All she had to do was get there. The thought of rest set her legs trembling, and a new rush of strength from her hope got her to the Mors Dominae in under 5 minutes. The hatch swung open at a touch and she climbed in to curl up on the floor after shutting the hatch again. Sleep took her before she could began to think of the future or breakfast.*

[Trace Sha]

:: Having been following the emission trail for several hours and having had programmed his Nav computer to automatically follow it, Trace has let himself slip off to sleep, sitting in the command chair of his starfighter. The monotonous, yet soothing vision of the stars passing by the transparisteel window of the canopy, the only thing with any motion inside his ship, besides the rising and falling of his chest as his body took in and expelled its required air.

An alarm begins to blurt out suddenly, it volume jolting Trace from his sleep and making him shoot suddenly from a slumped position in his chair, into an attentive and somewhat bewildered posture, looking all around and then down at his Nav console to figure out what the alarm is for. ::

A proximity alert? What in the Galaxy could be so close as to set off the alarm?

:: His query to himself is quickly answered as he hears a clanging of something impacting the hull of his ship, its impact causing him to grip the arms of his chair tightly, as the entire craft shakes and yaws from the blow. ::

Asteroids? Uggg, I shouldn’t have let myself relax and doze off. My ships first voyage and it may end up being its last.

:: He disengages the auto navigation computer and takes the controls of the ship into his own hands and begins to pilot his way through the dense field of small asteroids, trying not to let all the flashing red lights of warning on his console distract him from his careful and tedious task of navigating through the field. ::

I wonder if the one I am looking for also ran into this problem unexpectedly, and if it has anything to do with why no one has heard from her?

[Mari Bean]

*Mari bound down the halls of the Sith Empire Headquarters, heading straight toward the shipyards. Summoner had said her ship would be ready today, and she was anxious for any form of escape from her fears. She paid her dues to the SE account and promptly named her ship the Mors Dominae, Death's Mistress, the very thing she wished to become. She hoped into the chair that was directly behind the controls, and began pushing buttons with enthusiastic ignorance as to what they did. The ship shuddered to life and zoomed out of the shipyards and into space. Mari took note of what buttons she pressed and commited them to memory.
She was alone. Solitude pressed up against her and soothed her fears and worries. She sighed a little sigh and decided that she should sleep; this would be the first time she decided for herself instead of falling in exhaustion. She set the auto-pilot and drifted off, beginning a blessedly dreamless sleep, and soon was jerked awake at several high-pitched sirens and beeps. She looked around, startled, and suddenly was knocked uncoscious by a ferocious blow to her ship's hull.*

*Mari jerks awake, unsure of her surroundings and blind in the absence of light. Rememberence stir within her mind and she carefully makes her way to what she thought was the chair she had occupied on her first voyage. That dream. That was what happened. She wasn't sure if she had run into something or if something hit her deriberatly. She presses several buttons, groping blindly for something that might light-up, and nearly jumps out of her skin when she is nearly blinded by the lights of her c0ckpit. She cheers silently and finds the commlink.*

"Still broken. I suppose it couldn't have fixed itself..."

*She settles back in her chair, wondering if there is another way for her to implore aid. Her eyes graze across the control panel, looking at buttons whose purpose are unknown to her. Her gaze settles on a red button, alone in a box of plastic to avoid being pushed accidentally. She ponders it a minute and pushes back the box and presses the button without hesitation. She tenses, expecting the ship to blow up under her, when a little red light above her head begans to blink.*

A distress signal!!!

*Her hopes soar, and in her elation, begans to swing her feet, no longer to irritated that they don't quite reach the ground.*

[Trace Sha]

:: He managed to get clear of the field and breathed a sigh of relief as his tightly clenched hands relaxed in their grip upon the manual navigation controls. He looked down at his scanner carefully and found that he had strayed a little off the course of the emission trail which he had been following, but he realized it would be easy to correct, though he did still need to assess the damage his ship had suffered from the one impact which had startled him from his sleep.

Taking one hand from the flight controls he began to press the surface of the ship’s computer kiosk, bringing up the preliminary damage report and smiling as he saw that it revealed that his ship was not in any immediate danger of being breached by the vacuum of space and that it was also still quite space worthy, engine wise. The damage was minor and merely cosmetic, something that could be easily fixed by a maintenance droid at the TSE shipyards for what would most likely be a nominal fee.

Trace steered the craft back on the course of the emission trail, and his attention was suddenly drawn back down to his computer kiosk, as a rhythmic beeping sound had suddenly started sounding. He saw right there on his screen that a TSE distress beacon had been activated, and knew that it must be coming from the craft, or possibly the remains of the craft which the missing Sith had departed in. He attempted to raise her on the standard TSE comm. frequency but was replied to by nothing more than the sound of static.

Following the coordinates of the beacon, he piloted his craft for what only seemed like a few minutes before he was presented with the image of a planet before him through the canopy. It looked very habitable and his quick surface scan proved that it was. He began entry procedures and looked over his shoulder, making sure that his guard droids were still properly strapped in, because planetfall in any way shape or form, usually turned out to be at least a little bit of a bumpy ride in a small starfighter such as the one he called his own, still without a name ::

[Mari Bean]

*Still swinging her legs in a childish manner, Mari studies the interior of her ship. It wasn't a large ship, meant for 9 people or less, with two command chairs and controls. She had room for two weeks of stores, and there were several doors that probably led to closets that she hadn't quite figured out how to open. She promised herself to corner Summoner or Darth Ogre and entice one of them to teach her how to work this "blasted ship". With time to think, and rest leaving her mind clear, Mari began to think of this "misadventure". She then remembers about her bracelet. And her promise. Her eyes widen as she remembers trading her mother's life bracelet for a meager meal. She groans inwardly and pushes herself to her feet. Slightly peeved at her weakness, she searches her ship for something to leave a message with, just in case her "knight in shining armor" decides to come and comes before she gets back. She looks up and a smile spreads across her face. All though she can't talk over the commlink she can still type something up there for someone to read. Her head began to swell slightly at her "cunning and genius" and she left a little message, and headed back to the city.*


I am going to retrieve something that belongs to me. It is in a city about two and a half miles east of here. If rescue is your intention, then waiting for me to return would be advisable, but if I have not returned by the dawn after the day you arrive, feel free to leave, or if you wish, follow me.

Mari Lorica

[Trace Sha]

:: Having successfully entered the atmosphere of the planet, Trace pilots his craft to the location of the distress signal and sees the YT-2000 sitting in the thicket of brush. It had obviously not been a planned landing, but the ship didn’t look as if it was too terribly damaged from quick air borne visual observation.

He ran a quick scan and noticed there were no signs of life large enough to be human in the immediate area and he also took note that it did not look like there were any signs of a fight. His scan of the ship revealed that its primary and secondary electrical systems were offline and he determined that the damage in the aft quarter of the ship appeared to be the cause. The damage looked like it had been caused by something solid striking the ship and not some type of fire fight.

Deciding that he should land and investigate further, Trace moved his craft from its hovering position just to the east of the fallen ship and set his own down on the surface of the planet softly and skillfully in a small clearing. The ramp lowered and the exterior hull opened. Trace stood from his command chair and motioned to his two droids. They followed him as he exited the craft.

Once outside He ordered his droids to keep a watch on their surroundings and to check and see if they could find any signs of the pilot of the ship, while he went to have a closer look at it. ::

[Mari Bean]

*Mari walks through the streets a second time, this time rested and dangerous. The daylight replacing the nighttime setting of her last visit allowed the inhabitants of the city to see true nature. Woman clutching on their children walked wide around her, and men eyed her warily. She wore her lightsaber openly now, which got twice as many stares as her pistol. She stops at the entrance of the same tavern and stares straight into the faces of two burly men standing in front of the door. As she tries to enter, one of the men sticks an arm out to stop her.*

"Miss? I'm sorry, but young women with your description are not allowed to enter."

*Mari smirks* "And why is that?"

*The second man, a blonde answered her.* "The owner fears for the safety of his patrons."

"And why would he fear young women that are barely five feet tall?" *Mari asks cooly.*

*As the men began stuttering their answer, Mari decided that she wasn't going to let them finish.*

[IG88 Guard 1]

:: Stepping away from Trace at his command, Guard droid 1 activates his built in optical sensors and performs a scan of the area near the downed ship. Guard 1 finds a still fresh trail of human tracks on the ground heading in an eastern direction. The droid is able to determine that the human is not any more than five feet tall and had only left the area approximately 25 minutes previous to his scan. Having found what his Master had requested he went back toward the ship to relay the information he had gathered to Trace, after requesting that Guard 2 remain on the lookout so that his Master’s orders would still be followed. ::

[Trace Sha]

:: He made his way to the ship and looked around its interior, noticing that the homing beacon was still activated, he decided he would turn it off for now, so as not to attract any further attention. Who knows what kind of attention a distress call could bring in this part of the Galaxy, though he knew he and his guards were fully prepared to handle just about any interested interlopers who did happen to come along. He still preferred not to attract any unnecessary attention.

That done he looked around the ship a little more and noticed that the food stores had not been stocked. Either that or all of the supplies had been consumed. A puzzled expression covered his face as he continued to look around and came across a data pad bearing what appeared to be a note. Reviewing the message, his bewildered expression changed to one of ease and then slowly into one of concern. ::

Something that belongs to her in a city to the east?

:: He wondered what it was she might be missing and then quickly dismissed that thought as he pondered the possible trouble she may encounter. He knew she was a strong Sith Knight, but even a Sith could be overcome by numbers if the situation does turn sour on her. Having decided to follow her he stepped back to the exit of the ship and found one of his guard droids waiting for him.

The droid relayed his findings and Trace thought to himself that the facts matched well with the note he had just read. Making him more comfortable with his decision to go in that direction, knowing that the note was not merely some type of ruse planted by someone other than the author who had signed it. He ordered his second guard droid to stay with the ships, while he and the guard designated as number one would begin heading to this city. ::

[Mari Bean]

*Mari steps into the inn, not quite as noisy at midday as at night. She notices several men with assorted weapons trying to blend in, and a few patrons talking quietly amongst themselves. The innkeeper looks up sharply, and stares at her with disbelief. He yells and points directly at her, and the men walk towards her. She suddenly feels very vunerable. The men number around twelve, and she IS still a girl. She suddenly becomes angry at the men for making her feel this way. She screams and thrusts her arms out, shoving everyone back into the walls of the inn. She stomps purposly to the innkeeper and demands the return of her bracelet. He fumbles for the jewelry, and holds it out with a shaking hand, probably hoping she won't take his hand off with it. She takes the bracelet and puts it in her pocket, and suddenly feels a burning pain in her back. She spins to see the grinning faces of the men she stupidly disregarded, and reappraises the danger of her situation. She backs away from the men, one foot posed to flee and the other pointed towards them, hand on her saber.*

[Trace Sha]

:: While making their way towards the city, Trace and his droid move swiftly across the grassy plain, staying near the tree line at its edge. Trace’s droid suddenly stops and bids his master to do the same. The Sith warrior begins looking all around and reaching out with the Darkside, trying to sense what it may be that has caused his guard to stop their trek.

The IG88 droid raises one of his blaster rifles and fires a shot into the trees across the plain. The blast is followed by a pained scream. The air lights up with return fire as Trace draws his saber, ignites it with a snap hiss and begins turning laser fire aside as it streaks towards him. The guard droid begins walking menacingly in the direction of the fire having raised his second blaster, firing repeated rounds into the dense foliage.

While the droid draws fire Trace moves into the trees and makes his way around the plain, moving with Force enhanced speed, locating a group of what appear to be some type of poachers/pirates who from the looks of their position, were heading in a westerly direction.

Having been unnoticed by the group of riff raff, Trace steps out of the brush behind the largest of the party and places his saber in the middle of his back, pressing the activation switch before the large grotesque looking man. Before he knows what happened, a gurgling sound comes from his mouth as the blue blade of Trace’s saber extends and protrudes from his belly.

The other three members of the group notice the sound of the man dying and turn their attention from the methodically charging IG88 droid and turn to see Trace standing where their comrade had been. A twisted smile of pleasure adorning his face as the dead body lays slumped on the ground at his feet. ::

“Nice ambush, too bad for you that your choose me to be your target.”

:: One of the three is hit in the back of the head by a bolt from the droids blaster fire, spraying his brains and blood on the other two. The fear is evident in their faces as they realize they are now pinned between the man dressed in black and the droid who keeps coming at them undaunted, even after having taken several of their blaster rounds in his torso. Trace begins to walk towards the two, a glint of evil satisfaction in his eyes as he sees and senses their fear. ::

[Mari Bean]

*Mari senses something, a tickling at the back of her mind, and then it's gone. She shakes it off and eyes to men in front of her. A wail is heard outside and a woman bursts in, the head of the blonde guard rolling in from it's place at the door. The men look at it horrified and some glance at Mari, who smirks.

Yes, I did it. Yeppers. It was ME.

During the distraction, Mari ignites her saber and leaps into the center of the men, hacking and slicing. Four go down before they can get their bearings, and she jumps back before they can surround her. The woman's wails seem to be affecting the group and Mari decides to use it to her advantage. She reaches for the Darkside, and amplifies the sound. She makes ready to go at the men again, and stops at the sudden jolt of pain from her back. She wouldn't be able to kill them all. She had to get away. She felt blood trickling down her back and could hear it dripping on the floor. She had to escape.*

[Trace Sha]

:: Trace moves one hand down and pushes aside his jacket, pressing the surface of a small device on his belt. The blasts from the IG88 droid cease, but it continues moving toward the two remaining of the group. They look at each other and then back at Trace, dropping their weapons simultaneously. ::

“Don’t, d, d, don’t kill us.”

:: One of them pleads as Trace’s expression still bears the twisted smile of evil intent, while he keeps coming forward. Their eyes glow blue as they look upon the blade of Trace’s saber, getting closer and closer to them with each step the Sith takes. Trace reaches out with the Darkside of the Force and feeds his own demented pleasures with the fear ebbing from the two. He raises his open hand from his belt and each of them are pulled from their positions, towards him via a Force push. With a slight turn of his wrist, Trace severs their heads and ends their existence, his smile growing as he watches them die for their stupidity.

His strong connection to the Darkside, due to the intense feelings of rage and twisted satisfaction from the deaths he caused, alerts him that another of his kind is currently in trouble and he reaches to his belt again, pressing the surface of the control unit for his driod. The driod turns and begins heading eastward again, while Trace does the same, moving with Force enhanced speed, eager to spill more of the blood of fools. ::

[Mari Bean]

*She looks at the door, all the way on the other side of the room. Her back burning like fire, and the wailing of the woman seem to call out to her "Your time is near." She shakes her head and is suddenly taken aback by a surge of rage. Her head swivels around, trying to see where it could be coming from. West. Where her ship is. No closer than that. And getting closer very quickly. At first, she is afraid, and in an instant, the fear is diminished; she senses not only the pure evil, but the urgency, that person was trying to get here fast. She felt that whoever it was, was coming to help. Being new to these feelings, Mari is completely swallowed by it's rawness and power. She doesn't even notice the men moving quickly towards her.*