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Calliga relaxed, laying agaist siren. The moment's exertion that had stirred the water was rather tiring, but at the same time, the firework like eruption of the generated pleasure at the end was unlike anything every before experienced, unmatched even by the satisfaction of stabbing the dying Phayir.
"...y-yes. That...was....not like anything. Worth revisiting later."
Calliga commented to his senior, the stray bolts of pleasure still shooting around his limbs like leftover lightning.
He glanced up at the smilingTwi'lek attendant, standing over by the closed door.
".....She was there...? "
Calliga looked at both Siren and the one who'd evidently watched it.
"Was that....enough, Mistress Siren? Was that performance, "acceptable"?"
Calliga swallowed, licking his dry lips.
"That is, As I...said before, I would like to become a student to your teachings. This lesson was certainly...potent..."
Calliga glanced down for a moment.
"Does it matter wether or not the other sith say you're a master? you felt like one. To me, you are certainly "Darth Siren", not anything weaker. And it only matters to the student if the master is a teacher or not..."
The Sith locked at Siren agian, still breathing hard.
"Will you allow me to be your student? You did say, this was the first lesson. this would seem to be a ideal place to learn such a talent, and you are assuredly a master of it."
Calliga asked, still lying in the water with Siren.
"..also, what is done now?"

The liberation of Ord Ibanna would be a short lived one, as the shuttle flew past the burning plants. Nakara looked out the window, seeing a group of scientists running from the Shuttle.

"Hey, Kawaii, look," he said pointing at the scientists. "Scientists running in packs. I didn't know nerds were herding animals." Kawaii just shook his head as the shuttle landed on a nearby platform devoid of life. Heading to the back of the shuttle, Nakara stood in front of a large silver door. It was a personal freezer of his, filled to the brim with vials and bags of various colored liquids. Nakara rummaged through the various stacks, throwing out purples, blues, reds, and other bags.

"What's this?" He asked suddenly, bringing out a small wrapped plate. "It's an unidentifiable life form, offensive in both appearance and smell, and it's been in the back of the fridge since it was installed."

"It looks like either some kind of spreadable meat byproduct, or nesting Kushiban children," Kawaii muttered, slightly disgusted by the presentation.

"Yeah, the hair is what throws ya off..." Nakara muttered, throwing it to the side for a five liter bottle of what appeared to be a yellowish colloid gone wrong. "I wonder what this is? I sure hope it wasn't important."

"It looks like an incredibly virulent form of the plague, Master, i wouldn't," Kawaii started, suddently stopping as Nakara dipped his hand into the solution and tasted it.

"But it tastes like butter. Crunchy butter. And some spilled onto my dinner from last night," Nakara teased, motioning to the food covered in yellow still in the fridge.

"This is the combined result of you storing nanotechnology in toxic oozes in leaky zip-bags in a freezer that's as neglected as a Gammorean at a Coruscanti Ball," Kawaii said, his stomach repulsing at the slob of stuff that seemed to just slide out. He didn't have time to react, as Nakara pulled out a small group of canisters.

"This is what I was looking for," he said, more to himself than to anyone listening. "Experiment 394-093. Airborne flesh-rippers. It never completely wiped out the test batches, but it'll help subdue the inital resistance. Call for a shuttle to pick up some prisoners; we're gonna have new subjects for free."

Nakara grabbed the canisters, and skinshifted into a great winged animal, ready to perform his aerial bombardment of the mining platform.

Pash moved cautiously through the laberynthine corridors of the Sith Accademy. He had moved out of sight of the other assassins, unoticed by the Sith and unbothered by security.
And he was bothered by it.

The entry into the facility was too easy. No one questioned one extra assassin, and no one seemed to care when he vanished.
He was now alone in what appeared to be a rarely used area of the academy far from the eyes of others.

He knew he had taken a wrong turn somewhere. And he was suddenly aware that he was not alone.

Without a moment's hesitation Pash snapped his bent elbow back, the blow striking solidly against an unseen opponent. snaping his free arm back he grappled whatever his elbow had slammed into and threw an invisible 75hg form down the hall. The body audibly hit the ground infront of him and decloaked, revealing the groaning form of a Sith assassin.

Running on instinct honed from a life of training, the Shadow snatched a thrwoing knife from his belt and flicked it somewhere to his right, guiding it with the Force. A sound akin to a steel spike splitting a log reverberated aound the hall and another assassin materialized, the knife propelled with enough force to pierce through both mask and skull.

As the second opponent sank to the ground, Pash dove forward, rolled, and came up with his handgun as a blade sliced through air where he once stood. He fired two high density slugs, hitting a blade equipped assassin who had apeared where the first had been standing and dropping her.

There was one left. There was always one left. Pash's eyes darted about, his senses on full alert as he tried to track and locate a being as skilled as he. His pistol was up and his hand dashed down to his belt to activate his own personal cloak.

He vanished.

It was now an assassin's battle: Ghost vs Ghost in the dimly lit hall littered with the cooling bodies of two Sith and an unconcious man.

For what seemed an eternity, there was nothing but haunting silence.

Then there was the shuffle of feet.

It was over.

There was a gasp and a sith decloaked, grasping his chest as he fell to the floor. Pash followed, his silenced pistol trained on the sith as he died from a bullet through his chest cavity.

Pash was breathing hard, trying to calm himself after the sudden intense situation.
He had been lucky. But he was not out of the woods yet.
He could tell he was being hunted now. They would try and play with him, unerve him, draw out his emotions so they could revel in his weakness as they killed him.

There is no emotion. There is peace.
They wouldnt get that satisfaction.

While siren had her way with her Twi'lek attendant, calliga had returned to his room and bathed properly; the Twi'lek was also quite attractive. Her statement was obviously a offer to practice with her, something he might do in the near future.
After a shower(which he rarely took, but this new manner of existence shifted some of his habits) calliga took the time to dress properly in his armor, rather than just hastily wrapping himself like he had when leaving the hot tub area. This took about a hour to remount all the components, but it was worth it.
Clean and energized still by the lively encounter with his new "mistress", Calliga strapped on both sabers (even though one was broken, it's impact as a trophy was still powerfull) and headed out, passing several giggling attendants whispering in the corner-when a few looked at him and teased, he reacted with a playful use of the force, "tapping" them on sensitive areas. This made them giggle and blush a bit, and Calliga smirked before exiting into Thule's night.

Having downloaded a Map into a handheld data pad, he arrived at the police compound. Entering the initial lobby, he addressed a male native who was at the front desk.
"I am Calliga. Lady siren requested I break some troublesome terrorist who slows the progress she would bring to this planet. Take me to him."
Calliga demanded in a flat, unyeilding tone, drumming his hands on his lightsaber hilts as a warning. Though shy in the water with Siren, he had no such problems when dealing with non-force users.

Calliga smilled mercilessly as the door closed, walking up close to the man and bending over to lock eyes with him, just a few inches between their faces.
"Oh, I won't kill you. You are absolutely right. But think about it, is that really a good thing."
Calliga stood back up slowly. "I am a sith. Wether you know of them or not is pointless to discuss. Know this, though. You're a obstacle to three things I want. This would ordinarily mean death, but as I need you, you will live....you'll just suffer through it."
Calliga said in a tone brimming with darkness, grinning demonicaly, cracking his knuckles.
"Let's start with education. This-"
Calliga suddenly thrust his hand forwards, placing his palm to the prisoner's forehead.
"-is pleasure!"
Inspired by Siren's teachings, calliga focused on the fact that that a lone man was all that was keeping him from siren, from the knowledge she could give, and from his own personal evolution. Three cardinal sins in the Book of Calliga.
Anger, lust, desire, rebellion... all these emotions eruppted into a torrent of passion for Calliga to hammer into power. Drawing on his newly increased reserves of power, Calliga reached into the ma's mind with the living force, not with a torture, but with a gift:
Pleasure.
Projecting the feelings he felt while indulged intimately with Siren, calliga planted the illusion into the man's mind, images of panting girl dancing before him, phantom feelings telling him that he was enjoying the greatest of releases. His own mind supplied the rest, buying into the illusion. A back room in a cantina, in a free Thule where he was hailed as hero who survived interrogation by the sith, now enjoying the company of a well-developed girl.
Calliga smiled as he felt the bands of Force catch on something and go taunt, the image was indeed a pleasing one, and it was knifing through the man's gaurds: he was expecting a painful attack, and instead simply go the wish he wanted, and then some. His mind wanted take it for real, so it was actually working agiast him.
Calliga let the image root in deeper, waiting a few more moments. As son as he was satisfied, he'd show that fool pain like never before, and the contrast with the reality that was almost his would shatter him: heating the metal before hammering it out into the shape he desired, over the flame of desire. Calliga's smile deepened to a dark leer. Ironically, this was siren's techniques and actions, he was just bending them into a tool.

calliga's smile took a twisted turn and became like the maw of devourer, gaping to swallow his foe whole.
"Good. Lesson 1 is no problem. Now...LESSON TWO!"
callige summoned every possible shard of pain he'd endured and threw it savagely into the softened mind under his hand; The pretty girl suddenly explode dinto a nightmarish amalgamation of a monster, a black creature whose skin dripped with liquid despair, and vicious beasts tore at the man, lightings aering his body at the same time while some dark-side abomination screamed a mind-numbing screech, and all the previous tortures inflicted upon the man by the police replayed mentally: again, it was all but real.
Calliga focused on the man and slammed even more agony into him: while not able to perform tricks like the fabled sith lightning, he had once been hit with it. Thus, he could make the man think he was being struck by it.
"Break! Shatter! Give me the words I desire, insect!"
calliga breathed, threatening to crush the man's mind in his palm:
Calliga wasn't fighting him on the flat and even psysical level, but rather using the force to project huge impossibilities inside the mental playing feild.
revealing his presence as a god-like surge of black wrath, calliga hammed into his helpless foe the wish he desired to have granted:
The information.
give it over and the nightmarish beasts would go away,and the pretty girl would by back, bare, and willing. that was the conditions demanded by the etheral being that seemed not to care increasingly as time went on, as if the information wasn't important, but merely a trinket that it could do without. The man's puny sanity was a playground...and only appeasing this wild god would deliever him.

((Note to the rest of the Rp'ers razz lease forgive us for this gritty roleplaying; It's just how Siren and calliga's character's react. For those who don't believe us, see the profiles. )) sweatdrop

The man started to jerk around in the chair, trying to shake the images out of his head. " I know what you're doing to me, and it won't work. This isn't real! " he started to yell, trying hard to focus on reality and not be overcome by Calliga's illusions.