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It was all suddenly clear, and blindly briliant. Siren's genius was abruptly revealed for him to see; Darth Phayir's outdated babblings were torn from his eyes. Pleasure, pain....they where linked. Pleasure could weaken a foe and relax them, and then make the next blow even more devestating.
Instinctively, Calliga felt siren's words to be true:
The best way to get into passion is through pleasure.
calliga realized with shock and awe that this meshed perfectly with the sith principle of passions to strength; desire and pleasure were just as potent as fear and anger; and so few expected a attack of this kind. Additionally,
"....I can see it, now. I understand... Darth Siren, you have surpassed what I believed-I foolishly thought that power and knowledge could only serve me, but I suddenly I see this stunningly constructed weapon you command: you've opened my mind to a entirely new method of thinking. This power you're weilding could be potent to learn..."
Calliga blinked, staring more less off into nothing, his speech not aimed at any one person.
" Phayir's foolishness is cemented: I was right to seek you. You truly deserve your title, unlike so many sith... I would like to promise myself to your teachings; if you'd have me." Calliga finished, aiming the last part to the dark mistress who commanded such a authority over him, and such a powerful array of methods.
Siren's touch was stirring that feeling agian, and now Calliga didn't fear it: he wanted to touch it. Wanted to know more of it. It was a craving almost, pulling him somewhere. His body wanted something; but he didn't know what-however, Siren evidently did.
"...demonstrate as you wish."
The mirialian sith murmured slowly to the Pair. Inexplicably, his heart was suddenly hammering with some kind of exicitement...yet Calliga let himself relax, and let the feelings flow through him; surging and crashing inside his head like sea of waves.

((Um, forgive my boldness, but can we possibly be friends? I can't speak to you whatsoever, and that's a real shame as you are quite the Rp'er, and evidently well deserving of the VC rank.))

Koren reached into his pocket and pulled out a root of the Ruik plant. He began to chew upon it heavily, something he had begun to enjoy doing. With a deep breath and a cautious disposition, he decided to answer this mystery caller.

Yes, this is Koren Renvach. What is your business with me? Seeing as how you must've gone through at least some trouble to get this frequency, I will at least do you the honor of hearing you out in full.

Koren laughed to himself for a moment. There was one thing that would never cease to exist in this galaxy, and that was gossip. Word would always spread, as well as reputations and rumors.

Then you have heard right. I am such a man. But before I blow anything up, I need some information. Pay. Target. Desired results. And for my own curiousity, Reason of employment. After those things, you have yourself a Mandalorian.

Mmm. You're right. Alright then, you provide the co-ordinates and we have a deal.

Koren was weary of this man who hired him, but a job was a job. Besides, who was to complain about getting to bomb a Sith factory. Although, the man did seem a little arrogant for his own good, but he wasn't about to let that stop him from getting 3 kilos of chemo-plastic explosives.

(( Yeah, friends-only PMs, I kept getting scam PMs and got sick of reporting them every other day. Send a friend request if you want. However, since I'm not quite used to your name, I may think you're a random person and turn you down. If I do, just say something in the Cantina or something. ))

" Well, I'm not exactly master material, so I can't accept an apprentice. However, I will still teach you what I can if you wish to learn. " Siren said. " Now, for a little lesson on just how potent passion can be... " she said, her tone more sultry, and giving a nod to the twi'lek. Siren continued fondling Calliga with her free hand, reaching even lower, down into his trunks. The twi'lek slid over against Calliga's other side, the man now having 2 women clinging to him. Siren brought her face to his, giving a little kiss on one cheek, while the twi'lek did the same on his other.

While still caressing him in a place that nobody would unless they were about to get very intimate, Siren brought her other arm back around and started to undo her bikini, and whispered in his ear, " Take me. "

Calliga felt a jolt like electricity run through him, a nearly tangible shock. Siren's hands and the Twi'lek's where as needles, almost-every time they touched, it injected rushes of passion and a awaking urge. When siren whispered her command into his ear, Calliga wasn't fully sure what to do-but the surging feelings in him had a current to him, and the Sith novice gave himself over to them, letting instinct do the directing of his actions.
He turned to Siren in the warm water and mentally drew upon the force, pushing the inhibiting folds of the swim-garment from him, kicking free of them as they slid off-Siren's statement was true, some part of him noted. The use of the force had never come so easy...
Reacting to Siren's touch; and the further excitment that was spurred on by the Twi'lek, Calliga partially mimiced Siren's actions. standing in the frothing water with nothing between him and Siren but more bubbles, Calliga moved towards her and returned her embrace, on hand on her, the other helping her discard the skimpy swimwear she was removing.
As Siren had whispered, Calliga did so as well.
"Guide me to your wishes..."
Calliga murmured, partially entralled in the experience and letting his passions think for him.
This, Along with projection through the force indicated Calliga's intentions to siren: Being unskilled in this intimacy, Calliga let parts of his mental gaurd fall. Siren was reputed to be able to influence the actions of others, this was a request to her to do so; he'd willingly let her "pursuade" him...
Moving very close to her and making greater physical contact, he awaited her answer, instructions, on how entry into this strange and pleasurable intimacy was achieved.
((eh...heh...this is my first time with these kinda scences, it's not something I make habit of. Hope it's not too risque' sweatdrop Also, Siren may want to remote-close the door before anything progresses farther.))

Aurora’s light blue eyes looked up at Lord Stryder thru her white-blue hair as she felt his hand on her shoulder.

“Yes Lord Stryder.” She replied in a low voice. Readjusting her gear bag’s strap on her shoulder Aurora turned from Lord Stryder and made her way to her across the blue stoned court yard.

The door to her room reminded her of a ships cabin door as it slid effortlessly aside a she pressed the open button on the key pad. The room was made of the same blue stone as the rest of the keep, aside form that it was like her old room back at the Jedi temple back on Coruscant. Power cables snaked in to feed the data terminal on the work bench and glow panels attached to the ceiling. A chair at the work station, a dresser and the bed completed the furnishings of the room. Another door opened to the refresher station.

Setting her bag down on the bed she unpacked her things and placed them into the dressers drawers. Biting her lower lip as she looked at appearance in the mirror, and frowned. deciding to wash the dried sweet off her body before seeking out one of the instructors she shed her padawan rods and stepped into the shower.

After emerging from the shower and drying herself off she had dressed in a fresh set of robes and stood in front of the mirror as she pulled her white-blue hair back into a pony-tail and secured it with a thin strip of leather and nodded to herself approvingly. Clipping the hilt of her lightsaber to her belt she walked over to the work bench and accessed the data terminal, bring up a schematic of the castile and high-lighting the locations of where the instructors could be found with a schedule of classes and times. Down loading a copy into her data pad Aurora shut down the terminal and left her room.

Following the map on her data pad Aurora passed a few rooms, some were empty, others had class in session. Here too the doors for the training room looked as if they belonged aboard a starship. As she walked down the halls she passed other students, ether dressed as she or wearing a military uniform. They were clumped together in little groups discussing topics of resent study, or like her, walking down the halls, but with an arm full of data pads.

She came to a stop in front of what looked like a thick set of blast doors and checked her map, this was the place. Taking a beep breath she depressed the open button on the key pad. As the heavy doors slowly opened she stepped into a room filled with thing she did not recognize. Her light blue eye scanned the room, coming to rest on the instructor whom she sought.

“Lord Dorog Xrandla, you said that I need to know real courage.” She said as she bowed to him. “I’m here to face my fears,” she straightened up to meet his gaze. “And to learn of my enemy. I feel as if your instructions this afternoon were incomplete.”