Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 20:50:14 GMT -5
Lilianna stood softly by the door of the room, taking in the conversation between her brother and father. She felt an innate disgust for both of them that she had yet to express fully, not out of fear of consequence, but because she had a plan. For the past few weeks, she’d spent most of her time watching the Galactic Tournament from afar, finding vampiric pleasure in the blood, though less so in the violence that led up to it. Lilianna had always been soft-spoken compared to her brother, Tepes, whom her father, Bishop Malice, favored for his blind loyalty and brutishness. However, this did not mean she couldn’t fend for herself. Lilianna’s battle skill rivaled that of her brother; though he would never admit it to his friends, she’d kicked the crap out of him many times when they were growing up, and she likely still could. She preferred to practice fighting in solitude – Malice gave her access to the ship’s simulator, of which she took full advantage. Unlike her brother and father, Lilianna’s bloodlust did not extend to a love of bloodshed and killing. She only wanted peace for the galaxy; but she knew full well she would have to kick some serious ass to obtain it. She’d also need allies – Balaur was not the best place to start a revolution against her father, whose Bishop’s duties often came before his role as a father. In fact, he was never much of a dad in the first place. Lilianna’s earliest memory involved Malice laughing in sick delight as Tepes peered over the edge of her spiked crimson crib, calling her “a little baby girl” in a mocking voice that even an infant knew was not meant as a term of endearment. Come to think of it, her father had never exactly been overprotective of her… But he had always shown a deep sense of fatherly respect for his son. Now, Malice and Tepes were discussing a matter of utmost importance to everyone in the room: Saiyan Prince Ninjin Hattori.
Lilianna had seen Ninjin’s face countless times. He was notorious among the Iblisians as the Church’s most foreboding enemy, and this immediately drew her to follow him as best she could -- from afar, of course. Ninjin Hattori had a certain charisma to him, it seemed, that made him a natural leader; the same charisma Malice used constantly for evil, oppressive deeds. As Malice commanded Tepes to capture the Saiyan prince, Lilianna felt an irrepressible shudder run down her swanky spine:
“Now is the time for action,”
she thought to herself. She knew that Tepes would be successful in his mission, and she only hoped Ninjin would make it to this space ship alive so she could finally meet him, and help him.
“Now is the time for true justice to strike.”
Just a few days later, Lilianna heard a murmur of chaos throughout the ship’s passengers: the prince had arrived. She followed his captors silently to the prison at the heart of the ship’s belly, hiding her almost luminescent pale face behind a dark, thick cloak as the soldiers left the area, having done their duty. After sweeping the dungeon with her blood-red eyes to ensure she hadn’t been pursued in her own pursuit, Lilianna stepped up to the cell, pulling the key, which she’d stolen from a guard on her way through the ship, from her cloak pocket. As she opened the rusty cell door, she took in the sight of the helpless prince. Her heart went out to him – she had seen what her father could do when he was angry, which was about half of the time he was awake. The captive prince moaned and lolled his head around as she cleaned him up; he regained consciousness as she tended to his sore body, and when he asked her who she was, it was all she could do not to take him up in her arms and fly him far, far away from this torturous place.
“All in good time,” she thought to herself as she turned to leave, glancing behind her to see Hattori’s mouth gaping wide open, probably in pure exhaustion, and, perhaps, thankfulness. She would tend to his wounds and ensure his basic survival whenever she could, and save him when the time was right.
A week or so later, after hearing a buzz around the ship that the prince’s time was about to run out, Lilianna rushed to the Balaur ship control console, which was irresponsibly unmanned. She crouched below the countertop control panel and fished around until she found what she sought: a few unprotected wires, which she immediately yanked out of place, hoping to create a distraction before time was up. As the ship’s alarms went off, signaling electrical trouble, Lilianna rushed to the room where Tepes had been about to grievously harm the Saiyan prince. Swiftly and carefully, she helped the dazed Ninjin up and helped him covertly through the flashing hallways to her own room, where the prince had a chance to rest his aching body, and she had a chance to think about how to proceed with this delicate mission. One thing was for certain: They didn’t have long.
When she introduced herself as Malice’s daughter and assured Ninjin with a soft touch that she meant him no harm, Lilianna met the prince’s gaze and used her fierce eyes to emit a silent but strong message:
“You can trust me.” Ninjin passed out, and she left him snoring, removing her cloak and walking confidently and inconspicuously out of her room as if she had just taken a nice, long nap, with easy dreams.
Lilianna had seen Ninjin’s face countless times. He was notorious among the Iblisians as the Church’s most foreboding enemy, and this immediately drew her to follow him as best she could -- from afar, of course. Ninjin Hattori had a certain charisma to him, it seemed, that made him a natural leader; the same charisma Malice used constantly for evil, oppressive deeds. As Malice commanded Tepes to capture the Saiyan prince, Lilianna felt an irrepressible shudder run down her swanky spine:
“Now is the time for action,”
she thought to herself. She knew that Tepes would be successful in his mission, and she only hoped Ninjin would make it to this space ship alive so she could finally meet him, and help him.
“Now is the time for true justice to strike.”
Just a few days later, Lilianna heard a murmur of chaos throughout the ship’s passengers: the prince had arrived. She followed his captors silently to the prison at the heart of the ship’s belly, hiding her almost luminescent pale face behind a dark, thick cloak as the soldiers left the area, having done their duty. After sweeping the dungeon with her blood-red eyes to ensure she hadn’t been pursued in her own pursuit, Lilianna stepped up to the cell, pulling the key, which she’d stolen from a guard on her way through the ship, from her cloak pocket. As she opened the rusty cell door, she took in the sight of the helpless prince. Her heart went out to him – she had seen what her father could do when he was angry, which was about half of the time he was awake. The captive prince moaned and lolled his head around as she cleaned him up; he regained consciousness as she tended to his sore body, and when he asked her who she was, it was all she could do not to take him up in her arms and fly him far, far away from this torturous place.
“All in good time,” she thought to herself as she turned to leave, glancing behind her to see Hattori’s mouth gaping wide open, probably in pure exhaustion, and, perhaps, thankfulness. She would tend to his wounds and ensure his basic survival whenever she could, and save him when the time was right.
A week or so later, after hearing a buzz around the ship that the prince’s time was about to run out, Lilianna rushed to the Balaur ship control console, which was irresponsibly unmanned. She crouched below the countertop control panel and fished around until she found what she sought: a few unprotected wires, which she immediately yanked out of place, hoping to create a distraction before time was up. As the ship’s alarms went off, signaling electrical trouble, Lilianna rushed to the room where Tepes had been about to grievously harm the Saiyan prince. Swiftly and carefully, she helped the dazed Ninjin up and helped him covertly through the flashing hallways to her own room, where the prince had a chance to rest his aching body, and she had a chance to think about how to proceed with this delicate mission. One thing was for certain: They didn’t have long.
When she introduced herself as Malice’s daughter and assured Ninjin with a soft touch that she meant him no harm, Lilianna met the prince’s gaze and used her fierce eyes to emit a silent but strong message:
“You can trust me.” Ninjin passed out, and she left him snoring, removing her cloak and walking confidently and inconspicuously out of her room as if she had just taken a nice, long nap, with easy dreams.