Helikias Legacy Revealed Teasers

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.