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Coruscant - Dance With Your Devils, Club Floor

Zara was surprised with how quickly the emotional level of the conversation had escalated. Though Zara herself had never loved anyone in that way and couldn't quite relate, she could somehow feel the raw pain and rage at losing someone like that in the brief moment that Dawson was recounting his story.

She had heard that Zeltrons had unique empathic abilities, but never having met one before, she had no idea it would be this strong, and was honestly a little overwhelmed with the intensity of what she was feeling. She had to take a moment to catch her breath and steady herself. For Zara had only known how to repress her emotions and lock others out, and to be interacting with someone who was being so open with someone he had just met was strange to her indeed. Although she was already feeling quite inebriated and was struggling to retain her inhibitions, she took another drink, which she vowed to herself would be her last (though Zara was known to break these kinds of vows).
You haven't told many people that story, have you... she asked. Zara slowly reached a small, pale hand out as if about to make an attempt to comfort him, but she pulled her hand back almost instantaneously once she realized she had no idea how.
She blinked, glancing down at her lap before looking back up at Dawson again, his features beginning to blur due to the effects of the alcohol.
She almost felt bad that he had been so open with her, when almost everything she had said to him had been a lie. Even her name was a lie, though that was another story entirely.

Strange... that I would find myself in one of these places again, after what had happened on Dromund Kaas... and even more strange that you would call me 'Lady' when less than a year ago, had I tried to come here, I doubt I would have been able to get past the bouncers, being the thieving little vagrant I was...

As soon as she realized she was recounting this to him, and not simply thinking it to herself, she turned away, abruptly cutting off the telepathic link. Even though what she had recounted were but vague details and hardly pieced together any sort of coherent story, she already felt vulnerable with what she had revealed. Damn it, she vowed she would never drink again (And yet another promise she made to herself that she was never going to be able to keep)!

She turned around again, smiling pleasantly as if her sudden shift in mood had never happened, desperate to change the subject.
So... you're a Captain? Where's your ship? she asked, glancing darkly at the Je'daii to see if the coffee had helped to bring him out of his haze. If Zara played her cards right, Dawson could be their ticket to bring them to the Je'daii temple.

Coruscant - Temple Lower levels

Locolvictum was tired from everything that had happened, but the thought of forgetting his life for a moment with a drink seemed more appealing than trying to get some sleep. While he could get any drink he wanted at the temple, it lacked a good drinking atmosphere. Maybe it was because the carpet seemed to be stained with blood? It just occurred to Locolvictum that it was quite possible that the carpeting and rugs were once a different color. But so much blood has been turned on them it has turned red because of it.

Not a pleasant thought, but that thought will be a blur in a little bit, along with just about anything else that may happen tonight.

The doors of the turbo lift opened and Locolvictum walked out towards the docking station for where the cars were kept. If he remembered correctly, there is about a hundred different cars available for use by the Sith. unfortunately, it is rarely used since most prefer to stay within the Temple and only leave it when on assignment or for some other reason.

After some short walking, Locolvictum eventually reached the garage where all of these vehicles were being kept. It would probably easier to get a cab or get a solder to drive it for him, but this outing was a very impersonal one. In fact it was so much so that Locolvictum himself didn't even look that nice looking or attractive. He was still wearing the Sith robe, which he often referred to as a bath robe. His hair was a mess, the eye patch was still just a scrap of cloth torn from a shirt. If it wasn't for the lightsaber at his belt, people may suspect him to be a hobo.

Locolvictum jumped into a red one and started the car. The engine came to life and it started to float up and he flew out into the moving lanes that allows filled the sky's of Coruscant. He was planning on going to a night club called, Dance With Your Devils, Locolvictum had heard about it a little bit and decided that if he was going to drink any where but at the temple would be fine.

How many times do I have to tell you guys...

Canis Solo

Edge of Core Space

Canis was on his feet before his eyes had even finished opening. Standing on the bed it took him a moment to realize that he wasn’t on Nar Shaddah but on Tython... in the Stav Kesh Temple. Moving so he was sitting on the bed he wondered why he wasn’t in the Padawan Kesh. As he sat, he could feel the stiffness of his muscles meant he was out for some time. Closing his eyes he pumped the force through his body to remove the fatigue so it would seem as he had just gotten up from 8 hours of sleep... not however many he had been. Glancing around the room for a moment he noticed that his personal belongings had been moved from Padawan Kesh. ”Huh, guess I ended up getting a battle promotion while I was out.” He sighed to himself self... the promotion could have meant a party, and everyone like those.

Standing Canis felt a slight pain in his side. Moving his robes to the side he noticed a around scar that was both in the front, and when checked on his back. ”Guess that explains the coma, I have to stop getting injured.” He sighed as he got refreshed and dressed into his tunic and robes. Lightsaber hanging at his side he left the room to go find a master to fully get informed of what has happened while he was out. The first person he found had told him that the masters had left on a mission to Mustafar. Sighing he went to the docking bay. He needed to figure some stuff out and he had wanted to ask the master’s permission to take a small transport, but he should be able to know he isn’t a padawan. He was on a ship, and lifting off within five minutes.

Canis had taken one of the most basic ships that the temples had so he knew that it wouldn’t be missed... that much. He needed to figure out some thingd on his own as he had always been at the temple, and it was too nice to be behind the controls on a ship.
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Canis woke up to alarms chirping as the Shadow Ring dropped out of hyperspace on the edge of the core worlds. The Shadow Ring wasn’t the same ship that Canis had left on, but one that he had acquired through trading what he had taken from Tython. It was a YT-1930 replica, standard white/grey painting with crimson red and navy blue trimmings. Two quad laser-cannons mounted on top and below with fire control in the cockpit. It wasn’t his ancestor's ship, but he was making it work just fine, and he preferred this model than the YT-1300. Racing to the controls he checked where he was and smiled, he should be able to get a signal to Coruscant. He had learned the masters where doing a rescue mission from an outpost and he wondered if he needed to help out.

”Master Stone, are you receiving this?” He broadcasted live on a secure channel. It was amazing that the ship had its own real time comunit. If he could help them in anyway he was close enough to be there within a couple hours. Or he could easily move somewhere else incase he was discovered. Now he waited.

Never tell me the odds.

Coruscant - Sith Temple - Throne Room

The emperor sat quietly in the darkened throne room meditating. The curtains had been drawn allowing him to sit peacefully in total darkness while he sought out his pupil. Reaching out in the force, he lightly touched Zara's mind to let her feel him, let her know of his presence. Aiden wanted to make sure she knew he was with her like a guardian angel of sorts. "I am with you, my child," he projected, "Be on your guard, Locolvictum just left me and I believe he may be up to something in regards to the Je'daii, but I'm not sure what. Keep careful watch."

Aiden sat for a moment longer after breaking the connection, enjoying the darkness. Then, with a wave of his hand, the curtains slid open and he stood, walking towards the door. Once outside in the hallway, the guards snapped to attention, ready for any command. "I think I should visit my friend, High Lord Locolvictum to see what he's up to lately, the Dark Lord said nonchalantly as he made his way towards the turbolift unaware that the High Lord had already left the building. Mistrust was something a Sith learns to live with if he plans to live very long and some of the things Locolvictum said in the throne room had definitely caught the emperor's attention. It seemed that he might need to keep a closer eye on the High Lord.

Coruscant - Dance With Your Devils, Club Floor




Zara was about to respond with another flirtatious comment when she suddenly felt a warm, strange sensation going down the side of her face. Feeling the area with her hand, to her astonishment she realized that a trail of blood was trickling out of her ear.
"Ah...!" she said aloud, in a quiet voice hardly louder than a gasp, staring at the blood on her hand more out of surprise than anything else.
And then the searing pain in her head came back, the pain that the alcohol had been able to temporarily mask. She then understood why this was happening, and she silently cursed herself for not paying more attention to her own limits. Communicating telepathically with those who were not Force sensitives was tolling on the mind indeed. She didn't know that this would happen, for she had never carried on such a long telepathic conversation with someone who was not a fellow Sith. The flashing lights and loud music were exacerbating the intense agony in her head, and she had to blink back tears from the pain. Zara hopped off her barstool and managed a weak smile at Dawson, her thoughts being projected not quite as strongly as before.
Forgive me... euphoria may have to wait. I need to use the restroom, if you'll excuse me. I do think you two will have much to talk about while I'm gone. See, my fellow apprentice may be needing you to transport him somewhere off planet for a covert mission. But far more importantly than a ship and a guide, he needs someone who can be... discrete. I assure you, a considerable amount of credits will be transferred to your account if you are able to assist in this matter. Why don't you two talk it over with each other? she suggested, backing off and rushing off to the restroom, almost tripping over a serving droid in the process.

Lucky for Zara the restrooms were spacious enough for her to have privacy. She splashed some cold water on her face and wiped the blood away, though the crippling pain still remained, as if someone were stabbing her brain with an ice pick. Feeling nauseous, she crouched in a fetal position in the stall, clutching at her head. Regret was already beginning to plague her mind, knowing that all of this was because of her own foolishness. She had overestimated her telepathic abilities, drank too much, and didn't even notice when she was pushing herself far beyond her limits.

But then, she felt a slight tingling in her spine and could sense the presence of someone very familiar. Already the comfort of knowing that the Emperor was still with her, if not in person helped to take her mind off of some of her worries. She closed her eyes and received his thoughts, finding it much easier to communicate with him, even from such a long distance.

I will remain vigilant, my Lord. Though I hardly can understand why he may feel the need to interfere. He should know that I have everything under control.

Perhaps she was exaggerating a bit with this statement, as she was currently hunched over in a bathroom stall trying to get rid of a splitting headache. But despite her little blunder, she was confident that this mission was going to be a success. She hadn't, however, factored into her plan what she would do should a High Lord show up.
After the pain had subsided enough for her to stand up without passing out, she purchased some painkillers from a nearby vending machine, though didn't know if they would do her any good..