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 Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 10:59 pm
Laying in a mostly-asleep state, Calliga had deliberately left his mind open to the living force as a defense: if something approached, he would sense it as a dream-like reflection of what it was.
However, this also meant that things purely of the force could visit; little did he know.
At first, he drifted off towards rest with thoughts on the same subject as siren and the women below where disscusing. there was that strange desire that part of him wanted badly to know more of(and the rest of him denied), he'd breifly encountered moments in travels with Phayir where dancer's at club acted in a strange fashion, and sillouttes laid atop each other behind thick curtains, making strange noises...
It was leading to something that was done in the presence of women, perhaps with them, that indicated pleasure or enjoyment. While was curious as to what this ay be and might actually at some point inquire as to that "Easing one's trouble's" was from one of the female attendants. there was some sort of appreciation when he saw them but still, he was unfamillar with what it was....
Regardless, these thoughts fled his mind as the world of dream prevailed.
The dark dice-sized object in his sleeve began to glow dully.
Immersed in dream, Calliga was suddenly suprised to find a figure walk out of the mists and stand ahead of him, a dark, yellow-eyed silloutte of a being who held two glowing rods in his hands.
Calliga stepped back, sensing something of the force, but being asleep dulled his senses. yet nothing happened initially, until the Figure spasmed forwards, twisting into long bands of darkness. At first, calliga was afraid of this, and recoiled as the world of sleep roiled around him, sky becoming space with sea held inbetween, all spliced with sith tombs and Corasant towers.
The darkness wrapped around him, and for a moment, he feared it would consume him.
And then he recalled that for a Sith, fear isn't fear-fear is power.
And suddenly it was gone.
And sibilant words were there, and then not:
"a sith...You are."
Calliga shifted, and after that, the object in his sleeve calmed, and his sleep was returned to its standard prism of thoughts recently passed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 11:42 pm
Siren had made her way to a somewhat large room with a number of massage tables and several beauty salon style mirrors, chairs, and other things. Most capitial buildings were all office desks, chairs, board rooms, and red tape. This one would appear more like a luxury lounge with office-like desks here and there. After changing into a rather skimpy bikini that barely covered more than what they had to, Siren laid down on one of the tables. Not too long afterwards, her attendent, a female twi'lek, emerged wearing a similar bikini, as Siren requested.
The twi'lek gave the Sith a gentle massage, soothing her aching muscles from the day's stress of being in a chair for hours on end and leaning over a desk. They made idle conversation of various non-important things to kill the silence. They were the only ones in the room at the time and the music speakers were not yet setup. Before long, Siren had enough, and the twi'lek stepped back as the Sith sat up, then got off the table.
" I trust you are pleased with me. my Queen. " the Twi'lek said, a little nervous because she feared displeasing Siren since she had not tried before. " You did good. Maybe a little practice would help, but good enough to make me feel better. " Siren said. " If I may ask, my Queen, why did I need to change as well? " " Because it's your turn. " the Sith replied.
Switching places, Siren was now massaging her own attendent. " I want you to be honest with me about how I do. I don't want being a ruler to cause me to lose my edge in my skills. " In moments, the twi'lek was giving a few sighs of relief, clear signs that Siren knew what she was doing. After she was done, the twi'lek got up. " Wow... I'd never have thought someone in any degree of nobility or wealth to be at all good, much less professional. " she said, surprise in her tone. " I'm not a professional. I just have a knack for pleasure I guess. Now then, since we're both good and relaxed, care to join me in a hot tub? You've been loyal and attentive, so you deserve to enjoy yourself too. " " I'd be delighted to, my Queen. " the twi'lek said.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 11:44 pm
In the deeper bowls of Nar Shaddaa, far from the prying eyes of the Galaxy at large, the Sith Assassins held their Academy.
This place, this shadowy school of murder and intrigue, was the true academy. The Sith, masters of deception, had and made use of visible surface Training centers to fool the unwitting. But those were only Illusions, falsehoods constructed by the decieving Sith. The True academy did the lion's share of training the Empire's Killers.
Only the Sith knew it's exact location. Pash had to beat the information out of one to find it.
The Sith wouldnt notice the man's disapearance. At least they wouldnt tack signifigance to the disapearance of one man. This was Nar Shaddaa after all. People tended to disapear from time to time, even those trained in the Dark art of Murder and Stealth. Sure they might make some inquiries, make a half hearted attempt to find him, but it would avail them not.
They wouldnt find the body anyway.
Pash disguised himself as one of the assassins, studied their movements and gestures from afar so he could mimic them. And then he went in.
He used the dead man's identification to enter, becoming another faceless tool of the Sith Empire as he faded into the academy.
This was a risky undertaking he was engaged in. He was literally in the Rancor's Den.
But if successful, it would do the one thing that most sane beings believed was impossible to do to a Sith Assassin.
It would scare them.
The Demoralized foe is the beaten foe. To have the sanctity of their academy violated by the very methods they employed would cast fear and doubt into their cold hearts.
It was a suicide mission by any other name.
But Pash did not concern himself with the odds against his survival.
He just focused on surviving....
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 2:36 pm
Calliga's acid-green eyes opened swiftly a short while later, a sith never slept for long. Sleeping was a good way to get murdered by your peers: wisdom enough to crash planets together wouldn't to any good to a mind not using it.
Regardless, Calliga got up swiftly and drove the stiffness out of his limbs with a few, well placed cracks of his knuckles and stretches.
No memory of the interuption in his dreams surfaced.
After spending some time in the back room, it being devoted to matters of hygene, Calliga wiped a splash of water from his face and headed for the exit, or at least the wall console. While baths and such where trivialities for now, a few splashes of water helped with the leftover traces of korriban tomb-dust.
Calliga hesitated for a moment, then triggered the console. relying on another was annoying, but it did make things simpler, and plus the information gained could be strategically important later should he have to retreat off-planet fast.
"I desire to know Siren's location. If she can be reached, I would like to see her.
Or is she still immersed in matters of business?"
Calliga questioned through the comm; his tone was semi-commanding, Calliga had the partial demanding tones of a sith, but being still young in the dark side he was less unyeilding and a bit more humble.
This situation was also acceptable in that he was merely delegating authority to underlings, expecting things of them and simply acting as needed for them to succeed in carrying out his will. Minions and slaves where not uncommon to Sith; though Siren had the most unusual and ludicrusly effective means of control over her new planet.
...though Calliga was unsure what to think of the mainly female staff.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 7:56 pm
Having scouted the area around the Sith training facility, Pash decided now would be a good time to employ some extra muscle.
He had aquired the name of a mercenary onworld, a bomb expert and gunman of sorts.
Using his coded comlink, he dialed up the number, stradling the frequency on outgoing communications traffic from the academy so he wouldnt be detected.
Koren Renvach's comlink began to ring....
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:01 pm
Mandalorian hunger was something only stopped by two things. Interruptions and the lining of their pockets becoming thin. After about eight or nine nerf steaks and an immense number of other foods, Koren heard a familiar beep coming from his wrist. His commlink was ringing.
Hmm... Torg knows not to contact me directly... I'd better take this in private.
So Koren grabbed his last steak and gobbled it down as he threw an amount of credits onto the counter. He quickly skulked into a nearby shadow and raised his wrist to his mouth, hitting the 'Recieve' button on it's way up.
Who is this? How did you get this frequency?
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:04 pm
Siren and her twi'lek attendent got into a hot tub in the next room. The entire area was like a spa section of the building. Once again, they were alone, because everyone else was doing things to continue setting up some things that were still needing to be completed. However, there were a few others in nearby rooms enjoying themselves since it was their break time. The pair relaxed as soft music played through the speakers. This area had them setup and working already.
The comm at one of the reception desks came to life with Calliga's face on the screen. Immediately, the woman at the desk switched her attention to the man, hearing his request for information. " She is currently not in her office, taking a break from work. One moment. " the woman said, turning to the side a bit to use her console to bring up information. After a moment, she turned back to the comm. " You can find her in the spa section of the building. If you don't know where that is, I can send you an escort, or you can bring up a map of the area on your comm. Is there anything else you need, sir? "
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:08 pm
Using the voice masker built into his mask, Pash responded calmly and in a digitized tone.
"The name is Nyax. This is Koren Renvach, is it not? How I got your frequency is not important."
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:38 pm
The response was acceptable; it was fast enough not to inccur his temper. For a moment, Calliga pondered about what choice he should select: which would best fuel his desire for knowledge?
Answer....all of the Above.
Calliga let a ghost of flat smile flash across his features.
"I'll meet someone at your aproximate location."
And then he closed the link.
It would be interesting: he'd get to soak up data on his surroundings as he moved to the reception desk( one hand was already munipulating the keypad to coerce the screen into showing a relevant map file), and a "guide" would provide a opportunity to further study(and perhaps court) that strange feeling. Both of these details proved promising and satisfactory.
Calliga exited the room and sealed it, before heading down the hall.
As he walked, he mentally contemplated what Siren's exact tactics were: She was unorthedox, young, and completely un-readable. She dwelled in a mental sandtrap, behaved with odd mercy for a sith...
But certainly she had Fangs. The stories alone proved her potency. But, if it was not a 'Saber blade that held her her title, then what was it? He felt great force energy from her, but again, it too was masked in it's exact uses.
Yet all this made him more sure: She was powerfull, perhaps to the point of not needing open displays of power....she held some for of pschological dominance, perhaps....?
regardless, he'd ask her soon enough...and he'd be sure to he have his Lightsaber ready in case of her being displeased by this. Female sith had notoriously insidous methods when angry.
Calliga let this thought drift from his mind and exited a hall, materializing spectrally near the desk, his pale skin offsetting his acid-green eyes.
"I have...arrived."
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:58 pm
Once the comm was cut off, the receptionist hit a few buttons on her console to summon one of the staff to escort Calliga to where Siren is. Barely more than a few seconds after the attendent came to the desk, Calliga himself appeared. " Right this way, sir. " she said, starting to lead him where he wanted to go.
The comm near the hot tub came to life, the receptionist appeared on the screen saying, " My Queen, Mr. Calliga is on his way to see you. " After a nod to acknowledge it by Siren, the receptionist cut off the comm. " My Queen, should I get your things? " the twi'lek asked. " No need. Hopefully he'll chose to join us rather than ask me to get out and talk with him privately elsewhere, and if he does, I'd rather enjoy the extra few minutes before he gets here. " Siren said, leaning back again to relax.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 9:19 pm
calliga found it agian; the feeling when he looked at his female attendant. it was both worrying and intoxicating. What was it? It wasn't something his master had related to him(not that that empty-headed old geezer would have known, anyway.)
However, it was tactically inadvisable to ask the guide, rather that Siren herself. for she seemed to hold this unknown passion in the palm of her hand. It could possibly be a useful weapon to him as well, if he knew more of what it was.
And then there was that object. Calliga's impatience built as he considered what it might hold....some ancient secret within screame dout to him to release it; but he needed Siren to assist: if it it was what he believed, and what Phayir The Grand Idiot had, then skill with the force was needed to open it.
Calliga followed the attendant to a small room with a pool of bubbling water within it, and promptly was taken off gaurd. Blushing lent his pale features a touch of more common colors.
"What!? What's...this!??"
Darth Siren and a female twi'lek where mostly submerged in the pool of bubbling water and steam, and seemed to be enjoying it. Moreover, both were in a high state of undress Calliga had very little experiance with. That feeling shot up through him far stronger than before. Something about the image his eyes were seeing was triggering a rush of passion. Calliga stood more or less paralyzed just past the threshold, his feelings leaking out across the force as his gaurd slipped-as a sith, slicing a foe in half was no trouble. So why was the biggest challenge yet(and one he seemed to be losing to) women ?
"......"
Calliga stood still, grappling mentally; a line of blush rather plain on his face.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 9:30 pm
After a few moments of relaxing, the twi'lek noticed the shadow of a figure against the doorway, and quickly gestured over to it, Siren responding by turning to see Calliga and another woman walk in. " I hope you rested well. " she said. " Would you care to join us? " she asked, inviting him in.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 9:49 pm
Calliga faltered.
"j-join you? I....."
Calliga's "dark lord of the sith" mask was in shambles. Frustrated with himself, Calliga decided to wing it, and cease cowering at his desires. Sith feared nothing: fear was just power. Therefore, he'd just dive right in, literally.
"Fine. Except... I have never encountered such a thing as this before: how does one use it, anyway?" Calliga motioned to his armor and bandage-clothes.
"these are not suitable for non-combat purposes, which is what you seem to be engaged in....?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 10:06 pm
" There's a few changing rooms just behind that wall there. Just go into one, slip out of your armor, and come back and come on in. " Siren said. " Oh, and don't even think about swiping my underwear while you're back there. " she said, playfully. " You can take mine though. " the twi'lek said, equally playful in her tone.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 10:34 pm
Calliga looked at the twi'lek. What possible use could swiping her underwear have? Somehow, he doubted it was a sith artifact or otherwise had something to teach...
Calliga turned and walked towards the indicated location.
"What could I learn from a twi'lek's undergarments?...."
He commented half-rhetoricaly, still displaying traces of blush on his face. But yet, there was a guilty pleasure to this feelings and heck with it-guilt was a jedi problem.
Steeping into the indicated room, Calliga removed his armor carefully, and then set aside the lightsabers he carried: his, and his late masters busted one.
the black pyramid was slid quickly inside his master's broken saber-hilt, in a empty chamber reserved for a spare battery. A simple security bug on the sabers rendered them theft-proof, doing so would make a alarm go off.
Then, with a long-overdue tug, Calliga pulled on a certain bandage end and un-twisted the long strands from around his body; it had been some time since he'd removed all this. It was light, relaxing feeling to cast aside the armor for once, though he shouldn't make a habit out of it. Dragging the dusty cloth strips from his body, Calliga cast about for something to which he should change into....it would be odd id Siren intended for him to return with nothing; though not inconcivable. ( agian, as a sith and a slave, modesty was not very well developed by Calliga)
A shelf yeiled some results.
The miralian emerged in the Thule equivalent of swim trunks, a loose white shorts-like garment with a short strip of rectangular cloth handing from the front middle, and the from the middle of the back of his waist.
weary of the warm water, calliga slid into it and breifly stiffened as he dealt with the discomfort brought on by the heat. Ajusting, he faced siren and the twi'lek.
"I should have had a certain reaction back there, but I didn't. What did you mean by that "underwear" comment-what was I supposed to do? Does it have to do with a strange feeling I keep getting when I look at you two? these are not things Phayir ever explained.... But then agian, He was a Idiot."
Calliga commented, both confused and curious: this mystery passion was now his prime concern, he wanted badly to identify and perhaps investigate it further.....
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