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Siren barely had time to finish putting her things away before Demaia entered. " Of course, My Lady. " she said, giving a bow to her. " What is it you desire of me? "

" As you wish, My Lady. " Siren said, not wasting a single moment before going over to the bed. Once Demaia made herself comfortable, Siren put her hands on her shoulders, gently rubbing them to start the massage.

Siren slowly brought her hands down from Demaia's shoulders, massaging her back now. " I would prefer to only satisfy your personal desires, My Lady, " she said seductively, " but I'm only too happy to serve you regardless. "

After some time rubbing her back, Siren began to massage her lower back and parts of her sides. " If for some reason I should fail to convince this other Sith to join your forces, I will instead get as many of his forces as I can to see the error of their ways and abandon his cause to join yours. "

She then began to massge all of what Demaia left exposed, a hint of caressing in her motions. " However, even if I somehow got all of his forces to do so, the fact that he himself escaped my charms still makes it a failure, I would assume. If that is how you should view it, I would humbly accept whatever punishment you felt I deserved, My Lady. I know my place is beneath you, and would never question it. "

Part of it was because of just she did her seductress routine, part of it was because of how it usually resulted in pleasure to some degree, but she couldn't help but want to assure her mistress of accepting her place. If she would be pleased from hearing it, all the more reason to.

" And I would thank you for it just for showing me any mercy at all, My Lady. " Siren said seductively. By now, the massage was half-caressing. Demaia was enjoying it, and that's all Siren needed. " Until you are ready to send me on my way, is a massage all you desire, My Lady? I'll happily serve you however else you wish. "

" Back when my former master, Calliga, was still around, we had an unexpected visitor. By his description of the Force signature he felt, I assumed it was a Shadow. Not quite Dark, not quite Light, but certainly not lost in the middle. " Siren said. " I know of the Shadows only in name and that they are trained in special ways. I abandoned the Jedi before I learned much, so I do not know entirely what they do. However, I can assume my theory was correct by how things unfolded. "

Siren continued the massage, which was now barely more than just fondling Demaia's body. Her signs of pleasure only made Siren want to go further. " I decided to win him over to us, but obviously that didn't succeed. I let him catch me out in the streets so that I might persuade him to simply enjoy himself as a guest, but he decided to take that chance to strike. I was knocked out the moment he had me in his arms. Calliga fought against him personally after several of our forces failed to stop him, but he too failed to defeat him, losing a hand in the process. The Jedi took one of our ships to escape. "

" A pity really. He could've had his way with me but chose not to, wanting to treat himself like an escaping prisoner rather than a VIP guest. That's what I believe confirms my theory of him being a Shadow. He seemed unphased by any attempt at seduction, as if he knew every secret the Dark Side had and how to guard against it. I never knew any normal Jedi to be that resilient. "

Now, the massage was entirely switched to fondling and caressing. " From the reports I saw after I recovered, it is believed he came to Thule entirely by accident, however, if he was indeed a Shadow, for all anyone knows that may have just been a ruse. He could've been on some assignment to gather specific information. "

Siren was quiet for a moment, as if in thought, but never stopped caressing Demaia's body. " A Jedi that was practically stranded on the planet, and who single-handedly overcame everything I could throw at him even with Calliga's help... You were correct when you stripped me of my title of Darth, My Lady. I am indeed unworthy of it. I humbly thank you for putting me in my place where I belong. "

Siren's initial assumption of Demaia was apparently wrong. She seemed to enjoy the semi-intimate massage, which was pleasing. Perhaps sometime later, Siren could show her more of her special talents.

" We all tend to desire the things we cannot obtain, My Lady. However, you obviously understand what it takes to truly achieve a deciding victory, which requires unity, so I'd dare to say there's nothing you cannot obtain. " Siren said. " Perhaps it was because he was so resilient. Perhaps it was because I felt I could manipulate what amount of the Dark Side I sensed in him, but I was definitely intrigued by him, even if only because I never saw one like him before. "

Siren was a little reluctant to touch Demaia's chest area at 1st now that she had rolled over. She didn't have any objections to it herself, but she still wasn't entirely sure where Demaia stood on her boundaries with another woman.

Ritt went deeper into the field, pushing his skills further. The crashing of the rocks was now getting into a deadly range, as they grew to the size of half the ship. The odds of successfully navagating an asteroid field were 3720:1, last the computers ever tallied, but this wasn't even the heart of the field. The risks, however, were already growing. Fighter after fighter began to peel away, uncomfortable and two pilots narrowly admitted that they were getting dinged around on their shield layers. Such retreat was not cowardice at all, in fact it was rather brave to know their limits. Some may have been scared at watching the incoming chunks, but at least the blasters were able to clear a path when needed. Ritt and Reverend, however, dove deeper, going for at least fighter sized or larger.

The two swerved in perfect unison, the synchcronization was impossible to calculate. Ritt dove left and right, pushing the ship's boudaries as far as he could, making the most out of the ships ability to dodge through closing gaps and crashing rocks. But perhaps just as amazing was the ability for Reverend to keep pace too. He not only had to avoid obstacles, but due to the latency of being behind Ritt, gaps and positions of one chunk of ice could be mutable.

"You going to let me lead the entire way?" Ritt asked.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Ritt," Reverend stated, as they entered the field with freighter sized chunks. It was an admission of defeat for his abilities. Noble as they were, and as skilled as he had been, he now took the lead and Ritt had to dodge more. Easier being both blind and a jedi, it did take even a toll on him, as Reverend soon gave up.

"Don't worry, you're game's not over yet, Ritt, you still have one follower," he added, as he exited the field. "Your padawan's still behind you."

Ritt cocked his head, and indeed, the blue glow from Aurora still shown, abeit a bit behind him.

"Still with me 11?" he called back over the coms. "This is a dangerous section, it is alright to back down."

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Durge stepped out onto the small path of the field, and noticed it's layout. Small islands some shakey, some solid, were surrounded by a field of water. No doubt it was filled with predators too, the gen'dai wasn't the least bit scared. It would be a perfect time to test out his skills in his still fresh cybernetics. And against that annoying mandalorian that was one of Nakara's prided fighters. Special invitation? Ha, he had been exempted from all but the last three rounds. The bug would be squashed swiftly and promptly. They dared to injure his master, he would seek revenge.

Leaping to the first platform, he awaited his competitor on the other side of the arena to do the same.

Demaia's body reacted to Siren's touch and the Sith Lady purred.
"Now then, where was I? Ah yes. Now then, you seem to be rather knowledgable about Jedi. After all, few people know much about the Shadows, least of all that they exist. Perhaps your Sister helped out in that aspect..."