Observations of Ulic

He watched the two of them wrestling each other in the training room, laughing heartily to themselves and they tangled their limbs together. A small smile came to his lips as one pinned the other, both sets of eyes sparkling.

He hadn't thought that allowing Torian back onto the ship would have such wonderful side effects. When he had first seen the Mando'ad, he had originally thought that it would be a great couple of days, a few romps in the bed, and a few good hunts and bounties. But now...

It had been months. And the Mandalorian was still here. Still in the same room. Still calling him alor'ad. There were countless times he could have bailed, could have left them, especially with the trouble they had gotten into, but he had firmly told them he was staying. He had never revealed why, even when prodded, but he needn't ask. He knew.

He knew love when he saw it.

And Torian Cadera had fallen madly and deeply in love with Reilik Helikias. And to seal the coffin even more, Reilik had completely let himself fall in love with the Mando'ad as well. The two usually were never seen from each other's sides, especially since their run in on Coruscant.

No. He wouldn't think of that. That just brought back sour memories that tainted the happiness that they were all feeling within the peaceful lull of space.

He had to give the dar'jetti credit though. If it hadn't been for Reilik, they would have been executed. He never thought he would have to see the man that had become almost like a brother to him fight his own kind. To mercilessly kill the Jedi that stood in their way and not allowed them to escape.

Reilik had killed quite a few of the people he had once called friends, and had even injured one of his own clan. That still didn't sit right with the man, and it didn't sit right with him either. If he had been strong enough, kept up with his slicing abilities, then he could have gotten them out of there without Reilik having to do much of anything.

When they had gotten back onto the ship, Reilik had flitted back to his room, not allowing anyone in or exiting it himself. The dar'jetii had stayed in there for four days before Torian had convinced him to allow the Mando'ad entrance. And then it had been another day before he had actually exited the room. Ever so slowly Torian had gotten Reilik to forget about that tragice day, and he wanted it that way.

As Torian leaned down towards Reilik's face, their lips centimeters apart, he stood, dusted off his pants, and chuckled, shaking his head before heading towards the door, not saying a word or wishing to interrupt the two.

Besides, he had an agent that he needed to speak with about some urgent news. And their meetings always seemed to drag on one way or another... But always in a good way... Usually under the covers.

I'm such a tease.

Oh yes. He was a tease.

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Ulic Balios

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Just a little snippit of thought from Ulic Balios, one of my other characters from Helikias Legacy Revealed. He's the real heart behind the group of misfits that have joined together. If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't survive everything in a sense. His caring nature is sometimes hidden by his crass attitude of his overbearing medic duties, but he loves his entire "crew."

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Warning: Some language in this might not be appropriate... Do not say I didn't warn you.

“No!” The bellow echoed around him, his heart aching greatly. Anger welled in his eyes as he stared down his opponent as white lightsaber met red. The humming was dazzling music to his ears, but it wouldn’t distract him from his goal.

But his opponent didn’t seem to have eyes for him, as he turned towards a young woman, Force slamming her away from a young man. As his opponent took stance over her, he quickly yelled out, reaching towards her with the hopes of his depleted Force able to attack, “Run!” The attack hit his opponent square in the back, causing him to stumble slightly but not much. My force… He thought, feeling light headed slightly. My force is almost depleted. But his worry drifted away upon seeing the young man dismembered and beheaded. A bellow of rage built in his chest before he opened his mouth, readying to let it free, only to gag in astonishment as his opponent spun to him and held out his hand.

A force seemed to grip around his throat, as if a hand was physically squeezing the life out of him. Upon the realization that he would more than likely die, his eyes caught the young woman’s, begging her to run for freedom. As she stood transfixed, rooted to the spot in fear, he worried that all hope was lost.

His opponent bellowed in laughter, throwing his head back, “Run, run, little girl. The chase is so much more fun when the prey is willing to live…”

And then he felt something enter his chest, a burning hot sensation that seemed to fill his chest cavity to the point of no return. Realization hit him as he finally was able to gasp for breath, albeit painfully and raspy. His opponent had thrust his lightsaber through his chest and back. The ground met his face as his opponent finally discarded him in lieu of the young woman that was transfixed to her spot still.

He tried to yell at her to run once again, but he found he didn’t have the ability to. “And now, little girl, it is your turn to die, much like he did…” Laughter hit his ears as darkness clouded his vision. One last time he tried to yell out to save her, but knew it was futile. The last thing he could do before darkness claimed him and the gods took his soul was reach out towards her with a shaky hand.

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Just a little teaser for the story I'm writing. The title I believe I'm going to be going with is Helikias Legacy Revealed. This is a memory of Zeik's. I'll give another teaser for you all, just because I kinda want to. lol.

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Zeik moaned as he ran a hand through his hair before rubbing a temple and sitting down on the couch that they had in their lounge. Ulic and Je'lie were in the middle of a card game, one he didn't wish to know what it was. The two constantly were making up games with incredibly outlandish laws, most of which ended up with stripping. It was at those moments in time that he would toss his cards down, call himself out, and leave the room. He didn't really desire to see either one of his companions naked, and would refrain from doing so as long as he could.

"How ya feelin' buddy?" Ulic called over to him from the table, and Zeik noted that he didn't even raise his eyes from his cards, probably a good thing too, since Je'lie had snaked his hand silently forward. "Uh-uh-uh! I don't think so, Je! No cheating, remember?"

Je'lie held his hand up in defense, a shrug of his shoulders accompanying those words, "What? I did no such thing!"

"Yet!" Ulic chuckled, a smirk coming to his face. He then threw his cards down, "Hah!"

Je'lie shook his head, placing his cards down civilly, and Ulic almost pouted. "I win again, Ulic." He then smirked slightly, only one side of his lips quirking up, "Are you sure you've played cards before? It seems no matter how much we stack the odds in your favor I still beat you..."

"Oh!" Ulic looked abashed, blushing slightly. "Give me a blaster and I'm unstoppable! But give me cards, and I loose everything to my name, including my pride..."

Je'lie chuckled at him as he watched Ulic pull off his armored chest piece, "Are you sure you're just not loosing on purpose?"

"Oh... uhm," Ulic's blush became even deeper before he turned his head away and cleared his throat, "Well, uhm..." And then he beamed slightly, "Oh, hey! We're going to be to Voss in another day! I heard from some contacts..."

"Torian," Je'lie rolled his eyes.

Ulic pouted, "Hey! The kid's got heart! And he's a true Mandalorian if I've ever seen one..."

"Not to mention a good fuck," Je'lie shrugged, causing Ulic to flounder for a moment before bringing himself back to the present.

"None the less... Torian gave me a lead on a bounty that is one of the higher end ones!" He then seemed to beam once again as he gave a dashing smile in Zeik's direction, "It's a Senator, and they're on Voss too for negotiations!"

"Maybe," Zeik sighed, rubbing a hand on his temple as a throb of pain gave him a migraine. "We'll see..."

"Haar'chak!" Ulic hissed, "I know what that means... It means that we probably won't be able to check out this lead..." He then moaned. "Torian had worked so hard on that..." (Damn it!)

"I'm sure Zeik could find the time to aid you in a bounty," Je'lie smirked at the Sith, who in turn glared at him.

"Don't encourage him," Zeik frowned greatly.

Ulic seemed exuberant as he nodded, "Vor entye, cyare!" (Thank you, beloved!)

"Common! Stop using Mando'a around me!" Zeik growled out.

"If only you'd take the lessons that I'm willing to give you," Ulic shrugged. "I will not stop using my clan's language. Mandalore would be very disappointed if I did." He then snickered, "You just feel left out when I use it, admit it!"

"I admit to nothing, Balios!" The Sith grunted out, running a hand through his ebony hair once again before allowing his hand to drop to his side before he laid his head on the back of the couch. He then sighed from his position, "Fine. I'll make you a deal!"

"Me'copaanl?" Ulic mumbled, leaning forward intently. (What do you want?)

"You give me some Bacta for this damnable migraine and I'll go with you to collect this bounty..." Zeik finally moaned, another throb pounding through his temple.

"Elek!" Ulic thrust his fist into the air in victory. (Yeah!)

"I'll take it that means you agree," Zeik grumbled as he rubbed his temple once again and watched as the room spun upon him opening his eyes. "If we are in agreement, go get me some damn Bacta, would you?"

"I'll do you one better, ori'vod..." Ulic smirked, opening up a compartment on his armguard and pulled out a syringe filled with a green substance. And then he was stalking over to the pitiful excuse for a Sith at that moment in time, quickly grabbing his arm and yanking the sleeve of the robe up, ignoring the outcry from him. With that, he was stabbing the needle into Zeik's arm and pushing the liquid into the vein that he had hit, watching as Zeik suddenly seemed to be more at ease. (big brother)

"Oh gods, that's so much better," Zeik sighed in bliss at the throbbing quickly diminished to almost nothing. The room stopped spinning and his stomach quelled. He then languidly stood, stretching his muscles, "Now that I can actually think with a clear head, I'm going to go meditate for a while... I'll be in the training room if you need me."

And with that, he was gone, leaving the bounty hunter and agent staring at one another, smirks on their faces. "Well, shall we get back to our game? I think I was winning," Ulic beamed.

"Oh? And how do you figure?" Je'lie asked, a smirk coming to his lips.

"Wasn't the point of this to see who could get stripped fast enough?"

"No." Je'lie's snort was his answer.

"No?" Ulic almost pouted. "And here I thought it was..." He then shrugged, "oh well. It makes it all the more interesting." He quickly came back to the table and sat down, picking his freshly dealt cards up before smirking, "Should we up the ante this time around?"

"You're trying to get naked aren't you?" Je'lie asked, his eyebrows raising in question. "No shame in it, let me tell you. I love to see that blue flesh out in the open. It's just... I think Zeik is feeling a little left out at not having someone lately..."

Ulic's joy quickly left him at that point, a sigh breaking from his lips, "Yeah. I can see it as well. He seems to be having more and more unlocking memories, so maybe it has something to do with that, eh? I mean, when we traveled together before, he never really said anything about anyone, but he kept a lot of things close to his chest..."

"Yes. How did you get him to tell you about his memories?" Je'lie asked, leaning over the table a little more.

"He seemed plagued, and I was just an ear," Ulic shrugged, a grin breaking out on his face. "Of course, it helps when you lather him up with alcohol as well..."

"No! You got the almighty Zeik plastered?" Je'lie's eyebrows shot up in his surprise. "How? That man's tolerance for alcoholic beverages is top of the charts!"

"It took me a few hours worth of hard work, but finally completed it after spiking some of his drinks with spice!" Ulic snickered. "Once those last ten drinks went the wayside, he was plastered and high, what a wonderful combination to loosen the tongue..." He then waggled his eyebrows, "And a many other things..."

"You didn't," Je'lie pouted.

"Never dream of it, cyare. You're the only one for me, I promise," Ulic nodded. "No, I refused him, but he was rather flamboyant about it once his inhibitions were gone... That man needs to get laid!" He quickly waved a hand in the air, "But nonetheless... Yes, I spiked his drink. And he told me everything. Every little juicy detail that he remembered!" (beloved)

"Anything of note?" Je'lie asked, rather curious to know about his friend's true past.

"Well, he said he remembered going through hell and back to get his tats on his face, and that they mean something really important... he just can't remember what they are. From what I know of the Kiffar, it stands for his clan. He said that they're his father's clan, though... which means he's only half Kiffar. Kiffars usually take their mother's clan as their qukuuf. If their mother is not Kiffar, then the child inherits the father's qukuuf. So His mother must not have been Kiffar." Ulic rubbed the back of his head. "Didn't say anything else about family, but I know for a fact he has a brother... a twin. They were very close when I first started traveling with all tall dark and broody... It's a shame he doesn't remember him."

"And you haven't told him anything of what you know?" Je'lie asked, surprised.

"No, no!" Ulic shook his head. "That'd be dangerous for his psyche. You've seen how much it hurts him just to remember one or two things... Could you imagine unlocking something as big as his family? Or the significance of his culture?" A frown marred his lips, "I might be a bounty hunter, and I might be the best damned bounty hunter in the galaxy... But I'm still a medic at heart. And every fiber of my being is telling me that a shock like that... Would more than likely kill him if it isn't done in the right way! And until he knows a little more about his past, it isn't the right way."

Je'lie nodded quietly for a moment before looking back down at his cards. And then a small smirk came to his face, "Read 'em and weep!"

"Weep I shall!" Ulic pouted once again, throwing his cards face down on the table before unhooking his belt and letting it drop to the floor. "You win once again, cyare..." (beloved)

As Ulic went to grab the cards, Je'lie swiped them from the table, flipping them over and frowning greatly. "Now whose the one that's cheating?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ulic bumbled on, snatching the cards from his hands and quickly shuffling them.

"You won that round!" Je'lie couldn't contain his smile as Ulic feigned indifference.

"No, you are mistaken, bur'cya! I lost that round. You saw me take off my belt, didn't you? I clearly lost, or I would not have taken off my belt..." Ulic waved dismissively. (friend)

Je'lie snorted, but said nothing. If there ever was a man that was good at quite a few things, it was definitely Ulic Balios. They hadn't met anyone that could beat him at hunting, shooting, wooing, and playing cards, and Je'lie would have him no other way.

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Alright. There's the second teaser. Oh, what's that? You don't know who Ulic and Je'lie are? Well then, I guess you're just going to have to guess until I put up the whole chapter.

I swear, one of these days, I will write little stories for my character's pasts... They are rather sad. No wonder they're all part of the Empire. lol.

I hope you enjoyed this. Because I can tell you, I enjoyed writing it.

Laments of Zeik

He had lost her. Lost the woman he loved. He hadn't been strong enough to keep their hands off of her. True, he had taken down a few before they had surrounded them, but he hadn't been strong enough.

Not strong enough.

That thought had pain lacing through his heart deeply, and he blinked back his tears. Here he was, in a cell, Force locked away, and all he could think about was her shocked face. The worry for him that radiated from her. The sickening sound of blaster fire and Ulic's strangled cry as he crumpled to the ground, clutching his shoulder.

He refused their questions, ignored their prodding. All he wanted was his little Ellona. He wanted that piece of perfection that he had finally grasped. Her beautiful steely eyes  that always seemed to radiate whatever emotion she was feeling, even if she didn't wish it. Her gorgeous strawberry blond hair that smell of such a sweet scent that he even now could just barely waft it upon the wind.

Not strong enough.

The echoing pain from that thought brought on another pain, but was it really from that, or what they were doing to him?

He closed his eyes, imagining her laugh that lilted upon the air, as if bells accompanied it. He imagined her lips and how luscious they were, how well they tasted.

Where was she now? What had the Republic done to her? Would they allow her freedom? Or would they label her a traitor and do away with her as they were going to with him?

Not strong enough.

Pain laced his body once again, and he lowered his head to his chest, barely keeping a sob back at the thought of anything happening to her.

Not strong...

He shook his head back and forth. If he had never agreed to this stupid trek, they wouldn't have gotten caught. If he had stuck to his original plan of heading to Illum, they would have been flying clear without being split up, without being captured.

And now? Now there was no chance of escape. Now there was no companions to aid in his rescue. Now he was virtually... alone.

That one word. It sent shivers down his spine. He didn't want to be alone. It terrified him. He feared when he was alone. He feared what would happen to his mind. What if he forgot everyone? What if he became the heartless Sith that he once was? What if he forgot himself? Or what if he just completely lost his mind?

Who would be there to help him? To bring him back to himself?

I'm sorry.

He wanted to tell them all, but he knew they would not hear him.

I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough.

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Zeik Helikias

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This was just a little blurb from the mind of my Sith Inquisitor. This is set a few years after the ending of SWTOR online game. There's definitely back story on my characters, I love them as if they were absolutely real. And at one point I will do back stories on them, especially Ulic and Zeik, but right now I'm just writing their story together.