Xanatos Etanial
Jan 8th, 2004, 09:59:35 PM
The cool night wind of Tatooine stood in sharp defiance of it's scalding days, it was still warm, but noticably more tolerable. Though he honestly wouldn't have noticed one way or the other. His name is Xanatos Etanial, X to those who know him well. His life appears to most as a shattered mirror, he's taken more paths than most have ever been given opportunity to. Sith, Jedi, Rogue, Imperial... it read like an itemized list. He had gone from the heights of joy, his wife Rebecca, his children, his friends. To the very bottom of the pit, before picking up a shovel and digging further, death, rebirth, losing his own soul and even his mind at one point. Many would have claimed defeat, ended it, or been institutionalize. But that is one of the few things Xanatos had left, along with immortality, for Xanatos is undead. A gift from old family, had blessed him with the eternal kiss of vampirism.
The wind blew his long hair along his face as he walked the empty streets of Mos Eisley, he was here on business. He had caught wind of a power enhancing artifact being held by a local militia leader, and he planned on taking it. For if Xanatos was one thing. It was persistant. He smiled, his white teeth gleeming off the moonlight as he thought about it. That was moments before he watched a young girl run down an alley, she was no more than 12 he'd guess, and seemed in a rush. He looked the direction she had been running from to see a caravan of sorts, a speeder transport heading straight for the location with around 20 or so men heading for the alley. Slavers.
He'd watch for a little while, maybe get some entertainment. The group pulled up and got out, walking into the alley, he walked to the entrance and watched silently, the alley was a dead end, and they'd already surrounded the girl and were having a little sport with her pushing her back and forth from man to man. He grinned and started to walk away when he heard the scream, even for someone who's heart was as cold as his, it sent a shiver down his spine to hear a 12 year old girl scream. Memories flooded back, his first murder, that of his own sister, at around the same age. One of the only kills he ever truly regretted, it also forced him to recall the honor code he had developed to prevent it from happening again.
"Harm none who are unable to defend themselves."
"Show respect to those whom you face."
"Never cause harm to a child."
He wondered how many times he'd conveniently forgotten those, how many times he'd broken them without a second thought.
But this, this wasn't his concern, he wasn't harming her. He began to walk off again, when he heard her screams echo in his ears once more, cries for help this time. That blasted honor code... by his own inaction he WAS causing harm to her. He turned to see she had fallen, and who he could only presume to be the leader, was now attempting to force himself on her, onto a 12 year old. More than likely to 'prepare' her for what she would be doing as a slave. X's blood boiled in rage.
"Just this once."
With not another word he drew his sword, turning sharply back towards the scene and walked into the alley.
"Leave her alone."
The leader stood up, his fun interrupted and turned around to see who dare speak in such a maner. He almost chuckled at the lone man standing against the moonlight an archaic steel weapon in his hand. With that he motioned for his associates to move in. And they did, charging blindly towards X. Stupid, charging animals, no focus, no style, and now, no chance. The first 3 went down before they knew what happened, he went through 4 more before the others got their blasters pulled, 2 blasters were cut off at the barrel, the slavers holding them meeting the same fate. He threw another 3 that were to the side, simply standing there as if waiting into the concrete walls of the alley with the force, snapping their necks and spines. Now there were only 8 left, including the leader 5 dropped their weapons and took off down the alley, valuing their lives. X wagered the 2 left were the right hand men of this dog they called their leader. He was impressed actually, they stood calmly blasters drawn, with a perfect shot lined up, each of them.
"Shoot each other."
His tone was quiet, and unwavered despite the action he had just taken. And, as requested, they slowly turned their weapons towards one another. Fear, shock, horror played out in their eyes, X enjoyed every moment of it. As if on que they fired at the same time and both fell lifeless. And now it was 1 on 1, if he even bothered to call this slime that. He strode up and just stared at him. No words were exchanged, meerly a simple nod from X, then a quick reach to the man's head and a snap of his neck. He held him there, tilted the head and sunk his teeth in, feeding off the man's lifeblood. When he'd had his fill he let him drop. The girl had crawled to a corner, cowering. He leaned down, and smiled. An honest smile, something he hadn't shown in a long time.
"It's alright, you're going to be fine."
The wind blew his long hair along his face as he walked the empty streets of Mos Eisley, he was here on business. He had caught wind of a power enhancing artifact being held by a local militia leader, and he planned on taking it. For if Xanatos was one thing. It was persistant. He smiled, his white teeth gleeming off the moonlight as he thought about it. That was moments before he watched a young girl run down an alley, she was no more than 12 he'd guess, and seemed in a rush. He looked the direction she had been running from to see a caravan of sorts, a speeder transport heading straight for the location with around 20 or so men heading for the alley. Slavers.
He'd watch for a little while, maybe get some entertainment. The group pulled up and got out, walking into the alley, he walked to the entrance and watched silently, the alley was a dead end, and they'd already surrounded the girl and were having a little sport with her pushing her back and forth from man to man. He grinned and started to walk away when he heard the scream, even for someone who's heart was as cold as his, it sent a shiver down his spine to hear a 12 year old girl scream. Memories flooded back, his first murder, that of his own sister, at around the same age. One of the only kills he ever truly regretted, it also forced him to recall the honor code he had developed to prevent it from happening again.
"Harm none who are unable to defend themselves."
"Show respect to those whom you face."
"Never cause harm to a child."
He wondered how many times he'd conveniently forgotten those, how many times he'd broken them without a second thought.
But this, this wasn't his concern, he wasn't harming her. He began to walk off again, when he heard her screams echo in his ears once more, cries for help this time. That blasted honor code... by his own inaction he WAS causing harm to her. He turned to see she had fallen, and who he could only presume to be the leader, was now attempting to force himself on her, onto a 12 year old. More than likely to 'prepare' her for what she would be doing as a slave. X's blood boiled in rage.
"Just this once."
With not another word he drew his sword, turning sharply back towards the scene and walked into the alley.
"Leave her alone."
The leader stood up, his fun interrupted and turned around to see who dare speak in such a maner. He almost chuckled at the lone man standing against the moonlight an archaic steel weapon in his hand. With that he motioned for his associates to move in. And they did, charging blindly towards X. Stupid, charging animals, no focus, no style, and now, no chance. The first 3 went down before they knew what happened, he went through 4 more before the others got their blasters pulled, 2 blasters were cut off at the barrel, the slavers holding them meeting the same fate. He threw another 3 that were to the side, simply standing there as if waiting into the concrete walls of the alley with the force, snapping their necks and spines. Now there were only 8 left, including the leader 5 dropped their weapons and took off down the alley, valuing their lives. X wagered the 2 left were the right hand men of this dog they called their leader. He was impressed actually, they stood calmly blasters drawn, with a perfect shot lined up, each of them.
"Shoot each other."
His tone was quiet, and unwavered despite the action he had just taken. And, as requested, they slowly turned their weapons towards one another. Fear, shock, horror played out in their eyes, X enjoyed every moment of it. As if on que they fired at the same time and both fell lifeless. And now it was 1 on 1, if he even bothered to call this slime that. He strode up and just stared at him. No words were exchanged, meerly a simple nod from X, then a quick reach to the man's head and a snap of his neck. He held him there, tilted the head and sunk his teeth in, feeding off the man's lifeblood. When he'd had his fill he let him drop. The girl had crawled to a corner, cowering. He leaned down, and smiled. An honest smile, something he hadn't shown in a long time.
"It's alright, you're going to be fine."