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Aboard the Epoch Wren - en route to Coruscant

Davth chuckled at the reaction of the other man, "I suspect that you have a..." his sentence was cut short as his eyes fell on the twi'lek. He wasn't sure what it was about them that drew his attention, perhaps it was the lekku or perhaps the fact that he had never met one who was unattractive.

The Togruta regained his composure and made his way next to the other two members of his order as they stood around the holo display. "You sure do like to make introductions don't you?" his voice took a light hearted joking tone as he made his way into the group.

Coruscant - Dance With Your Devils

Zara winced from the telepathic attack, pressing two fingers to her temple. Though she was skilled enough to block most of it, she was particularly sensitive to any sort of psychic assault as she was still recovering from earlier.
In any case, his threat had the opposite effect on her, and she had to cover her mouth to stop from giggling. He didn't scare her. She composed herself rather quickly, but a wide smirk remained on her face. He didn't know it was her. And judging by his last response, he was apparently in a foul mood, which she might be able to exploit to buy some time. He had gone a bit too far by attacking her telepathically, and that was the last straw for her, the end of coy evasion and games.

Oh? Why do you think you're entitled to other's private conversations? Because you're a High Lord? You remind me of that boy I once knew in grade school; he couldn't stand it when he heard someone whispering a secret to their friend, so he would scream and cry until the teacher made us tell him the secret too. Only instead of crying, you assault my mind. How unpleasant. I can do that too, you know... it will be more unpleasant than what you tried to do to me.

The way that she had projected these thoughts was different than what she had been doing before. It was as if several different voices, male and female, old and young, were speaking these words in unison, the voices floating from many different areas of the room so it was impossible to tell which was an illusion and which was a reality. Some of the voices were whispering, some of the voices were shouting, though most of the voices were calm and even. But all of them took a subtle mocking, sardonic tone.

Zara realized that she was treading on some very thin ice, but at this point, she didn't care that she was insulting a High Lord, she didn't care that she was probably going to regret all of this later, and somewhere in the back of her mind she somehow knew that there was the small possibility she might not come out of this alive just because of what she had said. But right now, all she cared about was ensuring the success of this mission. After all, if everything turned out well and she got out of this alive, she would be in favor with the most powerful man in the Empire, and anyone would be a fool to attempt to lay a hand on her. Of course, Locolvictum might find her before any of that happened and would have the authority to just end her life now for the things she had said. But she was willing to risk it.

She looked to the Je'daii, hoping that he was going to acknowledge her warning and find a way to get out of this place with all of the time she was buying him. Because after all, while leaving with him was ideal, Zara really only needed to make sure that she got him off planet safely. . . she wished she could still communicate to him and Dawson without Locolvictum listening in.

Coruscant - Dance With Your Devils

"Alright well if you hate it so much ill be sure to make myself scare, besides I'm only here until the actual bartender shows up." The zeltron shrugged as he scanned the floor and then looked towards the door. A man was doing his best not to run, but was walking at a clearly uncomfortably brisk pace. "Ah speak of the Devaronian and he shall appear." The man shrugged before making his way behind the bar, "Sorry boss, I uh... uhm" Dawson made a sweeping motion with his hand "No excuses Manos, just get to work." He turned to face the man who he had been serving "Manos, this gentleman has a distaste for his life and would like to drown his sorrows. Though he suspects work may have followed him here, Do see to it that he enjoys himself." The devaronian slashed one of his races all too toothy smiles "As you say boss."

Dawson bowed slightly, and made himself a mixed drink before exiting the bar area, it was true he was not supposed to be bar tending that night, but he really did not need to sub the droids would assuredly have handled the customers if the sith had not captured his attention. He took a sipas he made his way across the dance floor to a some what crowded stage where a variety of different species of women were dancing in varying states of undress. He was hoping they would take his mind off of the sith and the second voice that had been in his head but was having so such luck.

Coruscant - Dance With Your Devils, Bar area

Locolvictum was no longer amused when the person backed down. It agitated him actually. To make a threat but not follow up on it was something that a cowards did. In the sith, cowards are weak, the weak among the sith must be killed. In Mandalorian culture, cowards were even worse than traitors. For even traitors have honor, but cowards have none.

"I am not leaving until you own up to your threat and attack me. Or until you bow at my feet. And I am of the Sith, a high ranking official within the Empire. I answer only to the Emperor himself. Now make your decision, I grow inpatient."

Locolvictum was done with these word games, as much as he can be a diplomat, this wasn't a time to be one. It wasn't a time to play nice to a potential ally. It was time to stomp on the worm that ruined his evening out drinking and not doing any work.

Coruscant - Behind Dance With Your Devils

The woman that had brought him was clearly having trouble he was not privy to, he could see it when she made eye contact with him. His mind finally clear, Je'daii Master Endar waited until she looked away to slip quickly and quietly out of the booth and towards the kitchen hoping there was a back door to this place.

Pushing through the kitchen doors, he was immediately hit with all the wonderful smells of food making him realize that it had been a while since he had eaten a good, hot meal. Seeing a platter of Coruscant game fowl, Ka'all reached over and snatched one, causing a Rhodian cook to yell something not repeated around small children. Finding the back door, the old Je'daii burst into the alley where the smells were not nearly as nice. The trash had apparently not been picked up recently because, as hungry as he was, it was difficult to finish his quick meal. He looked around to see if there was anything familiar before spying an old diner on the other side of the street he had eaten at before his attempt on the emperor's life.

With a smile, Ka'all realized where he was. Moving quickly to the north, he walked a block and then entered a small, out-of-the-way building with the sign out front marking it as a communications cafe. This time of day, the place was sparsely populated, so he took a booth off to his immediate right. Greeting him warmly, the owner of the shop stepped up with a data pad in hand, "Can I get you anything to drink, sir?" "No, thank you," Ka'all said, "but I do seem to have forgot my money and need to send an urgent message." The shop owner frowned, "You're a sith. Would you just like me to send the bill to the temple?" Smiling, the old Je'daii nodded before turning back to the terminal. He had nearly forgotten he was still wearing the sith robes. "I just need to know what name to put on the bill, sir," the owner pushed, "They ask these sort of things you know." Ka'all's smile disappeared for a moment as he hesitated, "I'm just an apprentice, I don't have a Darth name yet," he tried to sound meek. With an arched eyebrow and a cocked head, the owner looked at his grey hair obviously denoting his age. After a pause, the owner stated, "Give me the name of your master and I'll use that." His smile returning, Ka'all said, "Of course! My master's name is Darth Ydobon." With a confused look, the owner glanced down to his datapad and started scrolling down a list of names. "I'm sorry, sir, I'm not seeing a 'Darth Ydobon' on my list of sith lords..." With a wave of his hand, Ka'all responded, "Yes, you do. Second from the bottom." "Yes, I do, he's second from the bottom," the owner repeated. The confused look not leaving his face, the owner turned and walked back to his desk.

Once the terminal powered up, Endar stared at the screen for a moment, unsure of where to send the message. He couldn't very well send it straight to Tython, that would be idiotic because he was sure it could be traced. The only way to safely get it out without leading the Empire to their home would be to send a massive broadcast that would be intercepted by pretty much anyone that cared to look. He'd have to make it look like the usual spam but include something in there that would catch the eye of any Temple Master. With a smile, Ka'all titled the message 'Natural Male Enhancement' but included a seldom used symbol solely for the temple masters. The message was simple:
Vev osk senth senth. Senth esk nern dorn forn leth esk esk trill.
Hopefully the message would find a temple master out there and soon.

Nodding his thanks to the owner (who was still scratching his head, by the way), Ka'all stepped back out onto the sidewalk and looked around. It would be so much easier to just find a transport himself and jet off alone, but his light side tortured the dark with images of the young woman fallen to the ideals of the sith. "I have to believe there is good in her and she really wants to change," he thought to himself. Turning back towards the alley, he sighed heavily and began walking back to the club.

Coruscant - Dance With Your Devils, Center stage

Dawson took a sip of his drink as a pair of green and blue twi'leks walked off of the stage and started to dance on each other mere inches in front of him, they were attractive, but he could not focus on them. Those damn sith, always trouble but they always paid well. "Excuse me ladies, the boss has something to attend too." they looked at him with sad eyes before their lekku started twitching in that silent twi'lek language as he made his way across the floor, he was going to find that woman Zara was it?

Coruscant - Dance With Your Devils, Bar area

"And I was a son of a Jedi, now and I am a Sith. Your past doesn't matter and neither does mine. And this isn't some rag-tag group of renegades. The Empire is a military, you are part of that military."

Locolvictum began to sit up, this was going to end with her standing on her knees. Literly, if she doesn't beg for his forgiveness. Then Locolvictum can't guarantee that this person will survive this encounter.

"If you refuse to submit, and can promise you that I will be even less forgiving than his Lord Emperor."

Locolvictum's own mental barriers were shattering at this ordeal that he stumbled onto. With a combination of the drugs in the air, the alcohol, and his shear rage his mental barriers were breaking. The single thing that made sure that he kept his sanity, the unwise would attack his mind at this moment in a attempt to hurt him. But in the end, it would only hasten there own demise.

Coruscant - Dance With Your Devils

Locolvictum noticed the person going out into the open, it was Zara. He approached her saying, "Zara, Zara, Zara, Zara." He was repeating her name over and over again like it would reduce the amount of annoyance he has.

When he stood toe to toe with her, his one eye gave her a stare that would make most tremble in fear.

"Yes I am aware of why you are here." Locolvictum said, not hiding a ounce of anger in his voice, "And for the record I was here to relax. You know get away from work? Seems like you couldn't even approach me and try to give me a half baked lie, but instead you ruin my evening. Thank you for that by the way. Really enjoyed it." Locolvictum's anger was only match by his sarcasm.

He then leaned in close to her and said, "And it wouldn't be a power trip, it would be me killing someone for insubordination and cowardice."