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Shisstal grabbed his forhead. He was dizzy. He heard the man's words. They seemed to be going directly into his head. You should go hime and rethink your life. Shisstal was about to agree when something in those words struck something personal in his head. "Home." he said to himself. He somehow felt normal. Like he had woken up from a trance. But he was angry. "I have no home!" he screamed. "I lost everything in this war! Everything! My family is dead! The only thing I have left is my dream of becoming a Sith." he said to the man.

Shisstal looked at the man suspiciously. "Just once. A long time ago. Why?" he asked. he pulled his knife out again, making sure that the man didn't see him pull it out. Something about this man was wrong.

Several things appeared in multiple datapads and on the screen of the console on the desk as Siren looked through recent progress on a new focus for the planet's resources. The economy was the focus now, along with a bit of military defense. If Thule was to increase in power, it needed to make profitable trade with other worlds. After looking over more information, she received a message from Calliga. After it played, she continued going over the information, pushing a button to summon her attendent.

" Yes, my Queen? " the twi'lek asked as she entered the room. " Send the new staff recruits to Calliga's quarters. " Siren said. " As you wish. " said the twi'lek, leaving the room and making the requested arrangements. Moments later, the 2 girls that had recently been 'converted' showed up at Calliga's door, ready to satisfy whatever his needs were.

The fellow's inexperience at combat was telling. Pash could read his movements like a holobook. And when the all too predictable knife came out, Pash knew exactly what to do.
As Shisstal lunged, Pash swiftly snatched the attacking arm with his free hand and aimed a sudden knee strike to Shisstal's groin, showing the Sith that Close in Combat was something he knew very well.

Kicking Pash in the stomach was like kicking an oak board and produced about as much of a result. Pash slapped the choaking hand away and smashed his hard hat covered head into the sith's face, then levered the arm he held aroundand fliped the Sith over his shoulder, sending Shisstal sprawling on the ground.

Pash simply sidestepped the charge and let the man throw himself into a pile of boxes.
Pash holstered his pistol and drew his tanto. The youth was letting anger cloud his judgement. Pash had seen this a hundred times.
"You fight like a crippled jawa." Pash said in a mocking tone, attempting to goad him on."Come on, boy. Cant you do better than that?"

"For a Sith, I expected competence." Pash said. With ease he deflected the slashing movements with his own knife and his bare hand. "I warned you boy. I warned you to leave this place, to give up your reckless search for power. But you did not listen. And now you pay for your selfish pursuit."

Pash's fist snapped out and rapidly punched Shisstal in his wounded shoulder, a move he knew would distract his opponent with pain.
He slid back and held his empty hand palm out towards his opponent.

"There is no Death, there is the Force."

Then he attempted a Force Stasis upon the sith apprentice, seeking to knock out his opponent with his superior skill in using the Force.

the door opened on it's own, almost-Calliga was sitting on the bed agian, looking half bored-one hand was held out, the other was folded across his chest.
"...Why don't you two come in..."
The hand held out formed a "come" gesture; a slight smile playing on Calliga's lips.
The two newly addicted girls giggled and complied, sensing something good close at hand.
Calliga then held up a "stop" gesture, a flat open palm after they took two steps inside.
"Stay. Stand right there..."
The console seemed to press itself as the munipulative Sith exersized his use of the force. At his command, the the two halted, confused but hopeful.
Calliga let the smile spill out over his face slowly, then half-clenched his hand suddenly.
The cloth of the Former rebel's skimpy clothing instantly drew tight around her waist, and she began to moan and cry out, a sign of the invisible pleasure that was flooding into her. the The second girl blinked, then looked at calliga with a "Please...?" expression.
Calliga brought his other hand up, and She too began to act likewise, the two shifting back and forth on their feet as this went on for a minute, then Calliga released them with a slight sigh. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Calliga drew on the force again in another practice-and-please action.
The Ex-rebel was drawn forwards abruptly and into Calliga's waiting embrace.
Before turning his attentions to her, he motioned at the other girl briefly, point towards a chair.
"Wait there; you're next. Now then..."
Clothing was swiftly discarded on the floor, and the "rebel" girl found herself pushed down and in a rather..comprimised...state. Not that she minded. giggling excitedly, she submitted completely and offered no resistance as calliga began, Having his way with her unrestrained.
First came moans, then cries, followed by yells as the Rebel got what she and her "partner" now desperately craved. As with the Twi'lek, the yells became ones of "master-!" and the like as calliga subjected his test subject to his various theories and techniques.
After a while, he finished up with her and let her relax on the bed, shaking a bit with the after effects of their moment together.
Rising, calliga got up, and proceeded to join the Former Cop over by the chair, and shared a rerun of the "kissing" episode with siren with the girl, and then bent her over said furnishing and pleasured her until she too screamed in ectasy over the encounter.
As siren did often, Calliga taught both of them quickly that giving pleasure and delights would be the best way to earn them for themselves, and they both gave generously when given the chance.
Finished with the second moment of intimacy, The Sith reclined on the bed, instructing the first of the two to get up and join the second b y the chair.
Satisfied himself, he noticed they both look still a bit... wanting. This gave him a moment to consider a biology question that had occured to him after Siren had demonstrated to him that there was more than one way intimacy could be formed to derive pleasure from.
Waving his hand lazily, he instructed them.
"Perform for me...."
The two looked confused.
Calliga half frowned, not really annoyed.
"become....ah, how would Siren say... oh yeah-"Intimate". I desire to see it..."
The pair turned to each other, hesitated breifly, due to being new to this, but managed to comply to the request, and were soon...demonstrating...rather energetically.
Calliga observed with interest, and once or twice urged them or or requested a specific action, but more less just watched and noted the event. Presently, he became satisfied with the results and let them finish, then had them dress agian.
"You two did good. I may see you again sometime soon.."
The two giggled and blushed a bit.
"Thank you, master."
"Un-huh. You can go now..."
Bowing slightly, they turned and left.
Calliga laid back, his bandages strewn about him.
It was all very interesting, and that had confirmed his theories-pleasure could indeed be used as a weapon, but siren was no stranger to it. Considerable practice would be needed, but as every being in her tower craved such acts, it was hardly a matter of finding partners to practice with-not to mention he could get favors in exchange for selecting any given subject...
Dressing from the waist down, Calliga picked up his lightsaber and proceeded to practice with it, a action he had neglected after being initially entranced by siren, but now resumed. A glowing, burning blade of fire-like composition seared through the air.
He had practiced the art of Passion, now for the art of the 'saber.