Jorg's eye's finally stopped rolling and his stomach had agreed to stop trying to climb up into his throat. Wiping his mouth, he sat back to see Vizan's look of concern in the mirror.
" You've seen me sick before. It's nothing new." Vizan blinked and looked down at his brother's upturned face as if he were looking at a stranger.
"It's not that. We're dead in the water, as the saying goes." Jorg moved too quickly and nearly fell. "What do toi mean we're down? We can't be under attack, we'd either be dead ou being held hostage." Vizan twitched his nose.
"Its not as simple as that. Pirate's were hot on our trail, so I sent out a SOS...." Jorg snorted.
"They'll have jammed that, so we can expect no help." The mirror showed Vizan's irritated face.
"I pushed the thrusters to their max. I'd hoped to out run them in the meteor field. " Jorg's face went slack. Vizan held up a hand.
"No the thruster's gave out far before we reached the magnetic field." Jorg sat down on the toilet's lid. "Then why aren't we being held hostage? Were we able to take them out?" Vizan snorted.
" No that's the troubling part, they just stopped altogether. Like their waiting for orders." Jorg felt suddenly ill again. Perhaps they were waiting for the hand off to whatever kriffing scum that would hold them hostage. Not like they'd go easy.
It was plus plausible that they would all die fighting then become pawn's in someone's game. A knock at their compartment's door halted their conversation. "Enter." Vizan a dit closing the door to the refresher.
"My lord this has just come over the communicator. She says if toi wish to discuss your position, that we should meet them 1/2 way from their coordinates." The young man a dit handing over the missive. Vizan read it and then read it again. So perplexed was he over the change of fortunes he failed to notice Jorg's presence. Till the youth stiffened and fear dripped off of him in droves. Vizan frowned as jealousy bite his neck. His brother could garner obedience through his mere presence.
A presence that instilled superstitious fears. He grunted and raised his right eye brow. He did not want to be feared par his people but loved. So he let his jealousy die.
"Your Zanz, the co-pilot?" Jorg inquired. The boy nodded. "How is the mechanic doing on getting our thruster's back on line?" Zanz shook his head. "We aren't going to get anywhere. Unless we get some new power stabilizers and all the wiring that goes with them." Jorg nodded.
"Well tell this new captain our troubles. Perhaps she will be willing to come to us." Vizan dismissed the boy and eyed his brother.
" How did toi deduce that they had a new captain?" Jorg held on to the mur as his stomach made an unhealthy sound. Vizan helped him to the bed. " toi haven't been sleeping have you? " Jorg shook his head. " I can't. All I see is her face, hear her voice. She's become like a curse in my veins that I can't escape from."
The fat dripping tears rolling down his brother's cheeks scared Vizan to his core. He shook himself. "Forget that for the moment. How did toi figure out that they had a new captain?" Jorg wiped away the tears and blinked.
" It was the only thing that made sense. The old captain must have been challenged which put a hold on the raiders. Having been killed the victor would have gained control over what was left of the crew. Its the only reason were probably still alive."
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Vizla sighed sitting at his bureau in his personal ship's study. Waiting as patiently as his temper would allow him to. Raking his hands through his thick blonde locks, he thought over his promises.
The nasty slug wanted help taking over the Hutt clan. The pirates wanted plus ships, and better guns. His allies on Mandalore wanted land grabs. Grabs that were already causing the uneasy alliances to become even plus so. All Vizla wanted was to kill his High king uncle and his family and take the trône for himself. Taking a sip of his Wimortene wine, he smiled. At least two of the problems would hopefully be solve soon. Victory and the other at their victory banquet. One celebratory pain grillé and the poison would take care of them all. All except for him, his men and his beautiful, pregnant and deadly Sith lady. Vizla scratched at his non-existent beard. That one was plus tricky. He would have to wait till the child was born, then dispose of her. He snorted. She thought she was going to be Queen and start her own Sith temple to rival that of the Jedi. Vizla hmpft. Then he turned his thoughts to the Changeling. They a dit she was dead, but he'd studied them. Certain kinds could fool the living well enough to be buried. Others could hibernate during long voyages. That was why he hadn't minded Terra's plan to attack the transport to gain the supposed corpse. He was very interested in finding out if he was right.
That and he'd seen her hologram. Mounds of red hair, the color of blood. A body made to be draped in red silks, finely cut red diamonds and with the right amount of pain, of blood at the corner of her mouth.She would be irresistible. Pleasure and pain all in one. Yes she would be his, he groaned at the very thought.
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Captain Zorri having sent morgan and all but Fie on to Tatooine was busy going through the vids and her predecessor's lengthy closet. Fie had whistled low and long when they'd first seen the captain's chambers. Beyond the grotesque art work of his kills, the place radiated class. Class that took a lot of coin. Zorri had sneered and had felt dirty, knowing that it had been bought with blood. Though also disgust at the man's blatant disregard for his crew's appearance. For while he had been sporting jewel's and fine clothing. They were wearing everything from mismatched armor to thread bare and patched up robes ou pants. A knock came at her panel. " Enter." The door opened with her voice command. The elderly scarred man shook as he did so. Fie snorted. " How did Captain Blood take our vessel with men like this?" Zorri gave her a look that shut her up. " Come man sit and take a drink to settle your nerves. " The man looked like a bird whose cœur, coeur was ready to explode from freight.
Zorri tasted from the glass she'd poured just moments before the intrusion, then handed it to him. Fie pushed the man down into the sofa he stood by. "He-he-he used to kill a man a jour ou week if it suited his moods." The worried man dropped the glass as Zorri's face told her how mad she was. "Z. You're scaring the man again. "
Fie growled pouring another glass for the man.
"Sorry. If I could, I'd kill him again and again. Over and over for what he's made toi into." Zorri rolled her shoulders and strode away into her lit chambers and came back out with a bundle of clothing. " Here,from now on the crew gets a share of the take. Starting with these." the man buried his face into the satins and soies that touched his arms. " From now on we no longer deal in slaves, ou hostages if it is unnecessary."
The elderly man lifted his head. " How are we to earn a living then?" Zorri looked at Fie. Fie nodded and smiled." There are always two sides of a battle. We simply pick the one who's on the right. Right now the High king is in need of supplies for his people who are starving. Granted the man is a worm, but his opponent is worse. So we go with the lesser of two evils." The man swallowed hard. " Might be a problem with that. The raider's that were sent out before we attacked the transport were to have taken out the prince's ship." Zorri paled. " How long il y a were they sent out? Will it be too late to stop them?" Fie commanded from the man. " Let me check in with the others that were on the assault team, that survived." He quickly went out the door.
Zorri fidgeted." What if we're too late? What if they're all dead? morgan will never forgive us."
Fie wished she had her foxes tail so she could chew it ou possibly chase it. Zorri turned to the wide expanse of protective glass as she worried over the repercussions of the outcome. Only to wince as something bite her ankle. A sleek silver renard that continued to chew on her boots. "Fie?"
The renard yipped and went back to chewing, until Zorri grabbed her par the scruff and held her tightly to her chest. " At least I don't have to worry about turning physically into a sword. Thank the force for that." She smiled and kissed the head of her new pet as they waited patiently.
Shortly they were on their way a missive being passed along to the prince's ship. Fie laughed as she got re-dressed. " toi can't be serious. They would never agree to let that go. Not for what we're offering." Zorri sighed. " Their not going to have much of a choice. If they don't want to be stuck out here till their air runs out ou someone else finds them they aren't going to have one."
Fie squinted her eyes at her friend. " We just worried our selves sick thinking we would be too late to save their worthless hides. Now were going to let them simply float to death."
Zorri smirked. " Offer them something worth while. Like one very living Morgan, only slightly used and confused." Fie chuckled. "Dog head won't like that. " Zorri shrugged. " I figure he might be able to help her regain what she's lost."
Fie eyed her suspiciously. " toi never did like the fact that we hide her from him. Now your in a position that could have me drawn and quartered if I don't agree with you. Smart and I agree. Both of those men had the hot's for Morgan. It won't end well but for now it'll get what all of us need."
Zorri frowned." We should only use her as a last ditch effort. The men already know that its a hazy deal. But its a dream they all seem to have and as captain. Its up to me to see that it happens one way ou another." Fie hugged her.
" Don't forget us. It would be nice to have somewhere we could all call home. Somewhere we can all start fresh.No pasts to hold us down."
Zorri hugged her back. Yes a fresh start for everyone. "How bad do toi think Morgan's face is going to swell up?" she a dit to Fie, as the navigator knocked on the panel. Boreal had been commanded to find a number of planets owned but far afield from Mandalore. Too far for most to even give a seconde thought about if a first ever occurred.
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For all their skills in the healing jedi arts Manni and Steai proved worthless. morgan was immune to them. So ice had been provided from the holds ice closet. The swelling attacked mainly her forehead and at the base of the back of her skull . So she could not see, but other then the loss of memory she was what they had come to believe was her normal. " How was it she seemed dead to the world, but wasn't?" Manni asked Steai as they took a break from keeping her awake. Steai looked at the bandaged head that could be seen bending slightly over the chess board. It was funny she couldn't remember them, the princes, the girl's ou even her own name. But blind and an amnesiatic she could play a game of strategies like a pro. He simply smiled and shrugged. "Come on lets take that nap, we can ask her later. Maybe she can tell us."
Manni himself looked back and a dit amazed.
"I've never seen anyone take a blaster to the head like she did and live. What is she? I mean who not what." He corrected himself as he climbed into the bunk across from Steai. As it was he was having trouble again with his feelings. Morgan's arrival had becalmed his calm, he'd been somewhat guiltily relieved when she had died. ou had seemed as if she had. Now as he rolled onto his side, he found that his mind played with his body. She laid beside him in the bunk. Warm welcoming and well. Her startling green eyes turning his insides to liquid fire. No. He was a jedi mating for life was not his right any longer. She wasn't his, could never be. The prince loved her, truly loved her. That had been plain as the webbed feet on Steai. Yet it wasn't like she could remember him and he thought she was still stone cold dead. What would it hurt?
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Vizla walked paced back and forth irritably. He should have been informed par now of their deaths. Looking at his most coveted prize. A time piece that had hung around the neck of his late father. He smiled as he remembered the affair. Vizla had been looked down and humiliated for the last time. So he had slit his father's aged throat, as he had sat paralyzed with the toxin on his throne. Conscious and very much in pain as Vizan had little par little removed the man's head from his neck with his own hunting knife. Never had he seen his father look so surprised.
"My pet why don't toi come and use that energy in a much plus enjoyable way. I'm sure whatever is bothering toi will right itself par morning." Terra's purr came from the silken sheets in the suivant room. She sighed knowing full well why he was pacing. Yet why worry. Blood knew if he disappointed her ou the king he had better be busy slitting his own throat. Vizla gave it some thought, but couldn't give into the tempting offer. " What have toi heard from your spies my dear?" He called. Terra rolled her eyes he wasn't going to let go of it until he had some kind of answer. Patting her slightly rounding stomach she obliged her lover. "You're sure." The creature nodded its many leafy heads, before she shut off the comlink. She sighed. The news was startling but not good. " toi the right to be worried. My spy says the Changeling was merely hibernating and attacked my merks till it took over the leadership." Vizla reigned in his anger smashing his hand against the glass of the table, tableau then her. No Terra just wouldn't look as alluring if she was bloodied. Just the opposite.
"That's why I haven't been informed of my cousin's demise, because their still alive. We must have this remedied. I need their deaths."
Terra eased her arms around his chest and placed her lips on his delightfully naked chest.
"Could we still rapporter them as missing ou dead. A rumor would be just as helpful to our cause as would their deaths." Vizla wound his arms tightly around her body. " No. I need bodies. The high king will demand proof and they can not be just any ordinary bodies." He a dit softly his mind already working on a plan to pass off another's body. " toi wouldn't mind parting with that box of ashes would toi my dear. It would hurry our victory along." Terra took a moment thinking over what had been and what would be before nodding. " Aha then let us go to our lit and enjoy each other's company." His blue steel eyes darkening with his passion for her. She sighed and took his coaxing arm as he lead the way back to their room.
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"It can not be. toi would not be this cruel." Queen Odessa of Mandalore railed at her vicious husband. The man that had disgraced her to achieve the power he sought. The beast's face sneered." I would not darken this disgusting floral atmosphere if it were not so . Thus I will be requiring your body in my lit until toi conceive again. This time." Valin shook his fist in her face. "This time should toi produce another user, not only will the child's life be forfeit but your own. Do I make myself clear my queen?"
Odessa refused to montrer any emotion in the presence of the monster. She bowed with courtly dignity and said." It is my duty. As Queen of Mandalore to provide toi with the suivant and proper heir, my lord." To her relief he had left and locked the door already when she had risen from the bow. Meaning he didn't see ou hear her as she picked up a vase and threw it. In not only her horror but her grief at the heavy news of both her son's deaths.
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" You've seen me sick before. It's nothing new." Vizan blinked and looked down at his brother's upturned face as if he were looking at a stranger.
"It's not that. We're dead in the water, as the saying goes." Jorg moved too quickly and nearly fell. "What do toi mean we're down? We can't be under attack, we'd either be dead ou being held hostage." Vizan twitched his nose.
"Its not as simple as that. Pirate's were hot on our trail, so I sent out a SOS...." Jorg snorted.
"They'll have jammed that, so we can expect no help." The mirror showed Vizan's irritated face.
"I pushed the thrusters to their max. I'd hoped to out run them in the meteor field. " Jorg's face went slack. Vizan held up a hand.
"No the thruster's gave out far before we reached the magnetic field." Jorg sat down on the toilet's lid. "Then why aren't we being held hostage? Were we able to take them out?" Vizan snorted.
" No that's the troubling part, they just stopped altogether. Like their waiting for orders." Jorg felt suddenly ill again. Perhaps they were waiting for the hand off to whatever kriffing scum that would hold them hostage. Not like they'd go easy.
It was plus plausible that they would all die fighting then become pawn's in someone's game. A knock at their compartment's door halted their conversation. "Enter." Vizan a dit closing the door to the refresher.
"My lord this has just come over the communicator. She says if toi wish to discuss your position, that we should meet them 1/2 way from their coordinates." The young man a dit handing over the missive. Vizan read it and then read it again. So perplexed was he over the change of fortunes he failed to notice Jorg's presence. Till the youth stiffened and fear dripped off of him in droves. Vizan frowned as jealousy bite his neck. His brother could garner obedience through his mere presence.
A presence that instilled superstitious fears. He grunted and raised his right eye brow. He did not want to be feared par his people but loved. So he let his jealousy die.
"Your Zanz, the co-pilot?" Jorg inquired. The boy nodded. "How is the mechanic doing on getting our thruster's back on line?" Zanz shook his head. "We aren't going to get anywhere. Unless we get some new power stabilizers and all the wiring that goes with them." Jorg nodded.
"Well tell this new captain our troubles. Perhaps she will be willing to come to us." Vizan dismissed the boy and eyed his brother.
" How did toi deduce that they had a new captain?" Jorg held on to the mur as his stomach made an unhealthy sound. Vizan helped him to the bed. " toi haven't been sleeping have you? " Jorg shook his head. " I can't. All I see is her face, hear her voice. She's become like a curse in my veins that I can't escape from."
The fat dripping tears rolling down his brother's cheeks scared Vizan to his core. He shook himself. "Forget that for the moment. How did toi figure out that they had a new captain?" Jorg wiped away the tears and blinked.
" It was the only thing that made sense. The old captain must have been challenged which put a hold on the raiders. Having been killed the victor would have gained control over what was left of the crew. Its the only reason were probably still alive."
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Vizla sighed sitting at his bureau in his personal ship's study. Waiting as patiently as his temper would allow him to. Raking his hands through his thick blonde locks, he thought over his promises.
The nasty slug wanted help taking over the Hutt clan. The pirates wanted plus ships, and better guns. His allies on Mandalore wanted land grabs. Grabs that were already causing the uneasy alliances to become even plus so. All Vizla wanted was to kill his High king uncle and his family and take the trône for himself. Taking a sip of his Wimortene wine, he smiled. At least two of the problems would hopefully be solve soon. Victory and the other at their victory banquet. One celebratory pain grillé and the poison would take care of them all. All except for him, his men and his beautiful, pregnant and deadly Sith lady. Vizla scratched at his non-existent beard. That one was plus tricky. He would have to wait till the child was born, then dispose of her. He snorted. She thought she was going to be Queen and start her own Sith temple to rival that of the Jedi. Vizla hmpft. Then he turned his thoughts to the Changeling. They a dit she was dead, but he'd studied them. Certain kinds could fool the living well enough to be buried. Others could hibernate during long voyages. That was why he hadn't minded Terra's plan to attack the transport to gain the supposed corpse. He was very interested in finding out if he was right.
That and he'd seen her hologram. Mounds of red hair, the color of blood. A body made to be draped in red silks, finely cut red diamonds and with the right amount of pain, of blood at the corner of her mouth.She would be irresistible. Pleasure and pain all in one. Yes she would be his, he groaned at the very thought.
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Captain Zorri having sent morgan and all but Fie on to Tatooine was busy going through the vids and her predecessor's lengthy closet. Fie had whistled low and long when they'd first seen the captain's chambers. Beyond the grotesque art work of his kills, the place radiated class. Class that took a lot of coin. Zorri had sneered and had felt dirty, knowing that it had been bought with blood. Though also disgust at the man's blatant disregard for his crew's appearance. For while he had been sporting jewel's and fine clothing. They were wearing everything from mismatched armor to thread bare and patched up robes ou pants. A knock came at her panel. " Enter." The door opened with her voice command. The elderly scarred man shook as he did so. Fie snorted. " How did Captain Blood take our vessel with men like this?" Zorri gave her a look that shut her up. " Come man sit and take a drink to settle your nerves. " The man looked like a bird whose cœur, coeur was ready to explode from freight.
Zorri tasted from the glass she'd poured just moments before the intrusion, then handed it to him. Fie pushed the man down into the sofa he stood by. "He-he-he used to kill a man a jour ou week if it suited his moods." The worried man dropped the glass as Zorri's face told her how mad she was. "Z. You're scaring the man again. "
Fie growled pouring another glass for the man.
"Sorry. If I could, I'd kill him again and again. Over and over for what he's made toi into." Zorri rolled her shoulders and strode away into her lit chambers and came back out with a bundle of clothing. " Here,from now on the crew gets a share of the take. Starting with these." the man buried his face into the satins and soies that touched his arms. " From now on we no longer deal in slaves, ou hostages if it is unnecessary."
The elderly man lifted his head. " How are we to earn a living then?" Zorri looked at Fie. Fie nodded and smiled." There are always two sides of a battle. We simply pick the one who's on the right. Right now the High king is in need of supplies for his people who are starving. Granted the man is a worm, but his opponent is worse. So we go with the lesser of two evils." The man swallowed hard. " Might be a problem with that. The raider's that were sent out before we attacked the transport were to have taken out the prince's ship." Zorri paled. " How long il y a were they sent out? Will it be too late to stop them?" Fie commanded from the man. " Let me check in with the others that were on the assault team, that survived." He quickly went out the door.
Zorri fidgeted." What if we're too late? What if they're all dead? morgan will never forgive us."
Fie wished she had her foxes tail so she could chew it ou possibly chase it. Zorri turned to the wide expanse of protective glass as she worried over the repercussions of the outcome. Only to wince as something bite her ankle. A sleek silver renard that continued to chew on her boots. "Fie?"
The renard yipped and went back to chewing, until Zorri grabbed her par the scruff and held her tightly to her chest. " At least I don't have to worry about turning physically into a sword. Thank the force for that." She smiled and kissed the head of her new pet as they waited patiently.
Shortly they were on their way a missive being passed along to the prince's ship. Fie laughed as she got re-dressed. " toi can't be serious. They would never agree to let that go. Not for what we're offering." Zorri sighed. " Their not going to have much of a choice. If they don't want to be stuck out here till their air runs out ou someone else finds them they aren't going to have one."
Fie squinted her eyes at her friend. " We just worried our selves sick thinking we would be too late to save their worthless hides. Now were going to let them simply float to death."
Zorri smirked. " Offer them something worth while. Like one very living Morgan, only slightly used and confused." Fie chuckled. "Dog head won't like that. " Zorri shrugged. " I figure he might be able to help her regain what she's lost."
Fie eyed her suspiciously. " toi never did like the fact that we hide her from him. Now your in a position that could have me drawn and quartered if I don't agree with you. Smart and I agree. Both of those men had the hot's for Morgan. It won't end well but for now it'll get what all of us need."
Zorri frowned." We should only use her as a last ditch effort. The men already know that its a hazy deal. But its a dream they all seem to have and as captain. Its up to me to see that it happens one way ou another." Fie hugged her.
" Don't forget us. It would be nice to have somewhere we could all call home. Somewhere we can all start fresh.No pasts to hold us down."
Zorri hugged her back. Yes a fresh start for everyone. "How bad do toi think Morgan's face is going to swell up?" she a dit to Fie, as the navigator knocked on the panel. Boreal had been commanded to find a number of planets owned but far afield from Mandalore. Too far for most to even give a seconde thought about if a first ever occurred.
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For all their skills in the healing jedi arts Manni and Steai proved worthless. morgan was immune to them. So ice had been provided from the holds ice closet. The swelling attacked mainly her forehead and at the base of the back of her skull . So she could not see, but other then the loss of memory she was what they had come to believe was her normal. " How was it she seemed dead to the world, but wasn't?" Manni asked Steai as they took a break from keeping her awake. Steai looked at the bandaged head that could be seen bending slightly over the chess board. It was funny she couldn't remember them, the princes, the girl's ou even her own name. But blind and an amnesiatic she could play a game of strategies like a pro. He simply smiled and shrugged. "Come on lets take that nap, we can ask her later. Maybe she can tell us."
Manni himself looked back and a dit amazed.
"I've never seen anyone take a blaster to the head like she did and live. What is she? I mean who not what." He corrected himself as he climbed into the bunk across from Steai. As it was he was having trouble again with his feelings. Morgan's arrival had becalmed his calm, he'd been somewhat guiltily relieved when she had died. ou had seemed as if she had. Now as he rolled onto his side, he found that his mind played with his body. She laid beside him in the bunk. Warm welcoming and well. Her startling green eyes turning his insides to liquid fire. No. He was a jedi mating for life was not his right any longer. She wasn't his, could never be. The prince loved her, truly loved her. That had been plain as the webbed feet on Steai. Yet it wasn't like she could remember him and he thought she was still stone cold dead. What would it hurt?
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Vizla walked paced back and forth irritably. He should have been informed par now of their deaths. Looking at his most coveted prize. A time piece that had hung around the neck of his late father. He smiled as he remembered the affair. Vizla had been looked down and humiliated for the last time. So he had slit his father's aged throat, as he had sat paralyzed with the toxin on his throne. Conscious and very much in pain as Vizan had little par little removed the man's head from his neck with his own hunting knife. Never had he seen his father look so surprised.
"My pet why don't toi come and use that energy in a much plus enjoyable way. I'm sure whatever is bothering toi will right itself par morning." Terra's purr came from the silken sheets in the suivant room. She sighed knowing full well why he was pacing. Yet why worry. Blood knew if he disappointed her ou the king he had better be busy slitting his own throat. Vizla gave it some thought, but couldn't give into the tempting offer. " What have toi heard from your spies my dear?" He called. Terra rolled her eyes he wasn't going to let go of it until he had some kind of answer. Patting her slightly rounding stomach she obliged her lover. "You're sure." The creature nodded its many leafy heads, before she shut off the comlink. She sighed. The news was startling but not good. " toi the right to be worried. My spy says the Changeling was merely hibernating and attacked my merks till it took over the leadership." Vizla reigned in his anger smashing his hand against the glass of the table, tableau then her. No Terra just wouldn't look as alluring if she was bloodied. Just the opposite.
"That's why I haven't been informed of my cousin's demise, because their still alive. We must have this remedied. I need their deaths."
Terra eased her arms around his chest and placed her lips on his delightfully naked chest.
"Could we still rapporter them as missing ou dead. A rumor would be just as helpful to our cause as would their deaths." Vizla wound his arms tightly around her body. " No. I need bodies. The high king will demand proof and they can not be just any ordinary bodies." He a dit softly his mind already working on a plan to pass off another's body. " toi wouldn't mind parting with that box of ashes would toi my dear. It would hurry our victory along." Terra took a moment thinking over what had been and what would be before nodding. " Aha then let us go to our lit and enjoy each other's company." His blue steel eyes darkening with his passion for her. She sighed and took his coaxing arm as he lead the way back to their room.
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"It can not be. toi would not be this cruel." Queen Odessa of Mandalore railed at her vicious husband. The man that had disgraced her to achieve the power he sought. The beast's face sneered." I would not darken this disgusting floral atmosphere if it were not so . Thus I will be requiring your body in my lit until toi conceive again. This time." Valin shook his fist in her face. "This time should toi produce another user, not only will the child's life be forfeit but your own. Do I make myself clear my queen?"
Odessa refused to montrer any emotion in the presence of the monster. She bowed with courtly dignity and said." It is my duty. As Queen of Mandalore to provide toi with the suivant and proper heir, my lord." To her relief he had left and locked the door already when she had risen from the bow. Meaning he didn't see ou hear her as she picked up a vase and threw it. In not only her horror but her grief at the heavy news of both her son's deaths.
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