Niango

Through her sobs, she heard the man's typical words- about how he was something horrible and he hated himself until someone pulled him out of it. It was obvious that everyone thought she hated herself, and that was the main issue. She didn't hate herself. She wasn't proud of some thing she'd done in her life- but it had come down to the fact that she was Makia, and nothing could change that.

What she didn't want to be, was an Immortal Makia. If she could climb to the top of mount Olympus again, and yell at the Whill council to just give her mortality again- she'd probably be much better off. But she couldn't- and she hated them having control of her perpetual life. They would always control her destiny because she would always be alive.

But he started talking about destiny- in a way, and she found it interesting.

until he kissed her.

She thought about pushing him away. She thought about slapping him, but she just wanted to stop trying for now. In a completely unexplained set of events, Makia Speer relaxed into the kiss, closing her eyes and for a very brief moment, allowing herself to actually enjoy it. But soon her eyes opened and reason came back to her as she pulled away from him.

And- what kind of reason could you be?

She asked, widening her eyes suddenly and grasping the back of her head. She shook her head slowly and closed her eyes tightly.
By the way- That stuff will give you one hell of a headache.

Makia laughed, a quick, 'yea sure' kind of laugh and shook her head, leaning against the side of the chair- sense they were sitting on the floor. Her mind fluttered to a strange set of memories, that almost didn't belong. She could have sworn she'd seen this particular monstrosity before, though she couldn't quote place him.
You don't know a thing about me- except I look pretty and I was in distress. She smiled slyly and closed her eyes with a disappointed sigh. If that's all it takes for a guy like you to fall in love, than guys like you are very shallow.

She seemed to distract herself from him, for a moment as she waved over a waitress, asking her to bring a pitcher of water. The green Twi'lek nodded, giving Makia an "I was wondering when you'd ask" kind of look before leaving.

Makia slowly pulled herself to her feet, tottering a bit as she sat down properly in the booth- well, almost properly. Her legs hung over the side as she leaned on the table with her elbow and looked cryptically at Maroth.

See- honey, the thing is, Love and I are mortal enemies. We've both been at each other sense day 1. So the fact that you want to love me, almost makes you an enemy agent- and I have a habit of killing those.
She scowled at him deeply as she pulled an E-53 needler our of her cote, pointing it at him with a thin smile. Normally I like range on me with this one, but-

The waitress had returned, and in a flurry of sudden paranoia, Makia whipped around, aiming the blaster at the poor startled Twi'lek's face. Oh, thanks. This will do nicely. Makia's smile widened to something friendly, but it was difficult to see a friendly smile with a blaster in your face. The woman casually took the pitcher of water from the petrified Twi'lek, and nodded. Thank you, very much.

She flicked the weapon back to Maroth with one hand, as she pored her a glass of water with the other- and then took a long swig of it.
Oh yea- so much better. AS I was saying. She gently rested the glass on the table and narrowed her eyes at the man. I don't like white knights. You'll either find someone else to rescue later- or throw yourself in front of a bullet for me and die. I'd rather not have either outcome, personally.

Well, aren't you adorable...
Makia cooed, tilting her head and smiling wickedly up at him. Her brilliant green eyes flashed devilishly and she laughed, almost a cackle.
You're so full of tension, it's funny. Are you so certain you're not the one who needs saving?
She took another drink of water and flipped the blaster away with a sigh. Cocking her head, she lifted an eyebrow- the silver blue markings on the left side of her face pulsating with strange energy.

I've never known a powerful darksider to hide behind a shield. But- then again, I've been out of the loop. I must have missed the part where guys like you became shallow and cowards.


~Will you stop it? You're going to get us injured and a LOT of people in here killed.~
~Sense when did you care about /other people/~
~Sense when did we become so mixed up in our head? Normally I'm the one pulling the strings.
~I donno- You were getting boring. This guy saved us- from your stupidity, but he's not worth keeping around. He's WAYYY too self confidant.
~Ha, It's hard to look in a mirror isn't it?
~OH SHUT UP! ....ok... fine. yes. We can't have two crazies hanging out with each other~
~Wait? Did you just....AGREE with me????
~No! in fact- you just agreed with me. We gotta ditch this guy- and- wait a second. I hear someone else in there. Oh! This is fun!

Makia ignored the inner sigh from her primary self and winked at Maroth- driving home her absolutely demeaning comment. She suddenly stood on the seat so she'd at least be a little bit on his eye level.
And you're not suppose to save people. Oh my gosh! Have you forgotten what it means to be part of the darkness? Or- oh, you're one of those people who only use Bogan's power when they feel like it, am I right? Every other time you're a nice little hero who saves people when they need saving.
She clicked her tongue in disapproval, before peering hard at him, deeply at him. She spoke so quietly, it was a wonder anyone could hear her, but her voice was so eerie- anyone around them would feel uncomfortable even though they had no idea what she said.

I know you're in there.... You should educate our friend here- about what the darkside really is. He seems to have forgotten.

~What the KRIFF are you doing????
~Testing him...~

Her laughter almost came out as a squeak before she put her hands over her mouth and shook her head. Apparently, she was still drunk. That was annoying.
THAT'S not how it works! How many people walk around like that? The answer.... maybe ...I donno 12? If balance was really how the force operated, then balance would be a heck of a lot easier to achieve.
She sat back down, casually drinking the water from an almost drained pitcher. And what of those without the force? Everyone- except the great few, walk around in a daze of life, doing one thing right after the other. Their choices are dictated by the habits they form, and the apathy that rules in their minds. So, congratulations- I suppose you're something special. Good for you. but that's just one way life works. Life also works in predictable patterns- or in absolute chaos. She closed her eyes and smiled a small smile. That's the problem with the Jedi, and the Sith- They think the force is light, and dark- just like you think that little voice in your head is the darker side of you. When in reality, our motivations make the force dark and light- when it really is just a cosmic energy.
She pointed a finger at Maroth, almost in an accusing manner.
And some people separate parts of themselves they wish weren't there- so much so, that they become their own entity. That's not the darkside in you- that's you being crazy and trying to hide from the beast you've become. But it's ok... I know exactly how you feel, so much more than you know.

He merged with himself somehow, and became all powerful...er? Makia frowned in contemplation and then, as if her lips were confused, she grinned widely.
You should walk around like that all the time. You look way more badass. I absolutely approve.
She made to snicker- but his last phrase struck a cord- one of the few left in Makia's mind, and the black haired woman stood to her feet, staring up at the much taller figure.

~Did he just call us little?~
~Yep.~
~Can I PLEASE do something about it?
~Yep.~

Contrary to popular belief, Makia did not start a planet shattering duel with the being standing before her- Rather, she shrugged, tossing up a well spoken comment.

No one in this universe is little. If you haven't figured that out yet, you're not worth my time.

And with a toss of her raven black hair, and a flash of her powerful green eyes, Makia Speer began to walk away.

She'd spent too long being stepped on by strange immortal beings who thought that- just because they lived longer, or were more flashy than others, that they were, some how better. But in her short life of immortality, Makia had come to understand that even the forceless, beggar, still had the power to change the universe.
Maroth was absolutely within his rights to stop her though.

I am going to my apartment- to try and figure out some other way of ending my punishment, sense you so rudely interrupted my last attempt.

Makia said, not looking over at the man. She kept walking at her normal pace. As they left the club, Makia stopped and looked up at the sky, folding her arms. Or maybe I'll just contemplate my own existence and make my unlimited time here useful- some how, I suppose. I can't get close to ending this existence without some do- gooder, Jedi or otherwise, rushing in to rescue me, so I might as well give up.
She turned around and finally looked dead at him with narrowed eyes. You, I suppose can go home and ponder about what a special little snowflake you are, and how well you know the force.

She grinned slightly, a strange light flashing to her eyes. Except you're not special. You're not one with yourself. I can here you yammering away in your head, just like us. She turned around again and started walking- down a surprisingly vacant road, tossing in another comment. And I suppose if you really want to fight me- You'll have to earn that right by actually making the first move, because I'm really over caring about what you think.

Makia stopped, folding her arms again and flashing the man a huge smile.

Very Good! You figured me out perfectly!
She closed her eyes and shook her head, the smile fading to a flat line. But I know I'm a monster. I suppose I've been....two, for so long that figuring out how to squeeze myself into one again would make me ..lonely- and being lonely for eternity sounds very unpleasant. You.... on the other hand.

She paused and looked critically at him, tilting her head and frowning in thought. For a brief second she seemed almost sympathetic. What Sith Alchemy has done to you..... I don't think can be undone. Best to just give your pet voice a name, and be done with it.

She turned her head away from him then, biting her lip in irritation. He had indeed pegged her so very well, and she couldn't decide weather she wanted to punch him or cry and ask him to hug her. Neither would be a good option so she just stood there, brooding in her mind on the best course of action.

who knew.

Maybe he'd go away!

Maroth spun around in surprise. He had not expected her to actually accept his offer, and as such, could not stop a rather stupid looking grin from stretching across his face.

For the love of all that is delicious, you really are a simple guy aren't you. You went from sobbing on the inside to unicorns that eat rainbows and poop butterflies.

What is a unicorn?

It's a fluffy, imaginary beast that is so cute and cuddly it no doubt appears in every Sith Lord's nightmares. I know it does mine. I'm going to have nightmares for weeks.

Maroth chuckled softly under his breath.

I would be glad for the company. Currently, I am heading towards the Jedi Base. I've heard that their Archives might have some information about the ancient Sith Lord Revan. I'd also like to train a little to be able to more effectively switch my lightsabers and Force Alignment while in a fight.

Maroth again smiled at her, but this time it was much softer. He was indeed glad to have her company. Then he realized that he had no idea what her name was.

My name is Maroth, and while I have no problem just calling you "the pretty lady", I'm sure you would prefer to be called by your name.

Maroth watched in mute surprise as the woman had a strongly negative reaction to his plans to visit the Jedi Base. As she walked away, he wrestled with whether or not to call out to her in an effort to discover the reason behind her absolute distaste for such a place, but before he could say anything she suddenly turned around with a flippant smile apparently having changed her mind.

I don't think they will be too happy with me either. I am, after all, a Sithspawn. Most Jedi would take one look at me; cry, "Monster!"; and attempt to kill me. I would prefer to access the Archives peacefully, but no matter the cost, I will access them. Even if I have to cut my way to the Archives to do it.

Oooooooo. I love it when you talk all dark and bad. I actually think you would too.

You know I would. Being part of me, you understand the importance of us finding a more permanent solution to the problem that we have here. We must become one. It is the only way to become powerful enough and yet subtle enough to end our ex-Master's grip upon us.

I still think killing him would be easier.

He will die. But at the hands of a unified being, not the broken and discarded toy we are now.

I still haven't gotten your name. What should I call you?