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"I asked you to humiliate him, and then defeat him," Nakara stated, lifting the datapad off the ground with the force, rising it into the air. "You learned what his weakness is, but your methods of making others suffer are so... lenient..."

The force was easily manipulated, as the screws holding the pad together came out of their holes, one by one. Nakara gave a light chuckle as the face of Hormun quickly disentigrated as soon as he started watching the pieces of the datapad swirl.

"To mock and tease, it is something that all Sith do. Even some Jedi are arrogant enough to pull it off. Displays of superiority aggrovate others, they cause them to release that unbridled rage, to make them perform and act foolishly. And when that happens..." Nakara lazily replied, as Hormun got up and charged the shapeshifter. Stepping aside, he tripped the young boy. "They tend to forget critical things which make it all worthwhile. Finding weakness is but the first step of training, and whether it be for a swordsman, a general, a buisnessman, anything... You must be able to not only find a weakness, but control a person with it utterly..."

His right hand clenched into a fist, rising Hormun up. His gaze shifted towards the swirling mass, and back to the boy, who followed in appropriate motion.

"You want this back in one piece, you have but one thing to do. You know what that is?" Nakara asked. The boy shook his head in the negatory manner. "You've got to amuse me. Today you've failed. You are young, merely 16 years of age, and foolhardy. If you had any other master, you would be dead most likely for such an embarassing weaknesssss....."

The datapad rebuilt itself in the air, and returned to the ground. "Overall, Shisstal, you rank a C minus. Yes, it is true that I have far more power to instill fear into a person, but the difference between a pair of acolytes brawling on the ground, and utterly humiliated is the stench. Smell it, because that's the greatest part of fear..."

Indeed, Hormun had wet himself. Nakara tossed the body to the ground, along with the datapad. The young lad scrambled to pick it up, and ran off. True, Nakara had cheated, using the force to aid in his fear tactics, but he did ask for utter humiliation. As the nefarious cackle echoed, Nakara motioned for Shisstal to follow him.

"Just like all weapons, fear can be used. However, until you can truely strike fear into other's hearts completely, you have no use for such a tool. It can manipulate far more easily than other methods, but if your skills are weak in intimidation, then your ability to coerce will be limited. And, like most tools, it can be overused. If you try to make everyone fear you, they will grow immune to the effects. It is better to be feared by reputation and turn out kind, than to simply run around instilling threats to everyone. Happen to know why?"

He led the way to his room, ready to pick up a small droid which would be used as an emissary to his new bounty posting. The boy was inefficient, but age would cure that.

" Remind me again why I'm doing this. " Nemesis said, her body moving from side to side, then suddenly being twirled around as Saria held out her arm over her. " Because if you don't practice dancing, you'll go back to your shack and smash up more Force-forged pottery and other things like you always do when you get bored. " Saria replied, leading Nemesis as they danced together in private.

It wasn't what the near-human would've picked, but Saria was right. She was clad in a long, semi-elegant dress and sandals, which in her mind, made her look ridiculous, especially after Saria decided to comb out her hair, since she wouldn't do it herself. While she actually looked nice, she felt like a little girl trying to be a princess. Such was not how she was, and her own idea of beauty had to do with mastering various forms of combat.

" I know you're not used to being very feminine-heavy with your appearance or your behavior, but I know you don't have a problem with the concept. " Saria said, continuing to lead Nemesis on. " I don't have a problem with it... for others. It suits someone like you just fine, but my place is on the battlefield or in solitude where I can hone my skills. " Nemesis commented.

" Well, you do want to help the Jedi restore peace to the galaxy. When that happens, you have to embrace the peace by putting down the saber. " Saria said. " Besides, look at it this way. Say you are wanting to be ever vigilant and watch out for any threat that might surface to harm that peace. If you appear like a warrior, it will hide from you. If you seem harmless, it may not be as careful and come out right in front of you, not realizing you can easily strike it down. So, by learning the more passive and peaecful ways of a pacifist, you can go undercover to seek out and destroy the evil that would otherwise hide from you. "

" Hmm... I guess you're right. " Nemesis said, stopping to look at herself in the mirror. After focusing for a moment, she could see the illusion of a harmless woman that her current appearance gave her. " I guess, I could just see this as an advanced strategy to bait an enemy into making a move. " " See, you don't think you look so ridiculous now, do you? " Saria asked, smiling. Despite being her junior by centuries of age and experience, Saria's kindness and abundance of Light Side warmth was something Nemesis had only a little of, and needed.

Outside the door, one of the Masters walked by, stopping when he noticed a slight shift of the Dark Side, seeming to have weakened. " Our friend seems to be learning more. Indeed, it was wise of the healer to seek her company. She may be just the one to make her a true Jedi. " he thought to himself as he continued on his way.

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Siren was relaxing and taking advantage of the quiet when her panel came to life. It seems someone decided to have fun on their own accord, which normally was perfectly fine, but in a way that disrupted things. Guards would only make it into a scene and cause a bit of unrest to the staff, so a more subtle approach was needed. Getting up from her bed, she smiled a bit as she headed for the door. She hadn't " negotiated " in a while and forgot how entertaining it could sometimes be.

She made her way through the building and eventually arrived at the door. However, something was off. She knew how her staff would react to a situation like this. She also sensed a hint of someone familiar. Smiling again, she decided she knew what was going on, and would just play along. Her guard lowered, she opened the door and stepped inside, whoever was in there would have her, so now it was just a matter of seeing how they wanted her.

calliga detached himself like a living shadow from the wall, and stepped behind the sith seductress with a fast movement, rather deft in execution. A fast tap to the controls shut the door.
"You sensed this, didn't you? V'rok...I need to work on that...oh, well, you're here one way or another..."
And with that, calliga summoned the force and pushed siren forwards with a abrupt by relatively gentle phantom blow, thumping her neatly onto the bed.
"Oh, say, Siren-did i show you my new and improved force powers? I've been practicing..."
calliga joked darkly, a playful tone in his voice. at that point, his bandage clothing came alive as though animate, and lose ends twisted together and weaved into stronger forms-a swift tossing motion with his hand sent them trailing towards the somewhat suprised sith mistress. Calliga smirked and closed his eyes, focusing.
the bandages unravelled off him and instead affixed themselves to Siren's body as binds; constricting movement.
Stepping fowards, calliga did not attack siren or make any overt motion to that effect, but rather paused for a moment to wax philosophic, gesturing with his hands.
"I've been thinking, Siren. And as such, I became aware of several stratagems; the likes of which we both could benefit from. Regretfully, you where busy; so I devised this hasty meeting between us so that I could impart these to you...
But far be it from me to be rude. make yourself...comfortable..."
calliga joked, a wicked glint in his eyes. As with the girls before, he raised his hand and invoked more of the living force through it, constricting the cloth about Siren's lower body quite tightly; what little there was of it...
leaving over siren, Calliga smiled softly, a leering shade over his "helpless" victim.
"sooo...comfy?"

"You are not to strike a member of my guard, their lives are more valuable to me than yours is at the moment. Besides, I can't have you attacking every person you think insults you. My forces would descend quickly into anarchy should I let my underlings settle matters through violence. You will not be punished this time, see to it that it doesn't happen again. I will not be so forgiving next time," Karah Tos replied. "Now, let us see how good you are with a blade," the Dark Lord said, taking his lightsaber out and igniting it. "Come, attack me," he beckoned as he shifted into a defensive stance.

"Makashi, huh? You're arrogant enough, that's for sure," Nakara muttered, as he led the way to the hangar. A small shuttle was already prepared, and as the little party of five entered, it took off, not even letting the people sit down. The jolts from the takeoff knocked some of the droids over, but Nakara's balance would not be shaken.

Upon reaching orbit, the shuttle docked with a large, bulbous ship. Many of the hangars were empty, as it was a carrier ship. Much of the drones were left behind for the sake of the upcoming meeting with the mercinaries over Kashyyyk, which was useful. Nakara said nothign as he left the shuttle, expecting his apprentice to follow.

"You will train onboard this carrier. I have buisness to attend to, but the trip to Kashyyyk will be long enough to teach you the simplest things. I've programmed these droids as a form of personal bodyguards to myself, so they do know lightsaber styles. They'll teach you stances and stuff. I expect a level of competance when we finish our buisness over Kashyyyk. Let us hope I won't force extra... sessions while we finish..."

The "training room" was nearby the hangar, usually a storage room for weapons and ship-to-ship missles, it had been cleaned out for the upcoming meeting this time. The three droids had followed Nakara to this point, and entered the room. Nakara didn't even turn to look for anyone.

"Trust me, until you can beat a couple droids, you are not worthy of making a new saber and learning from me."

The ship made the jump to hyperspace, as Nakara prepared to welcome his "guests"...

Shisstal was, if anything, a little grateful that Nakara hadn't sent him to the planet's surface. Before Nakara had told him what his training was, Shisstal thought it was going to be something like facing 20 angry wookies at once. With a stick. Shisstal boarded the carrier and allowed Nakara to leave. At least now he won't be hit with Sith lightining if he fails miserably.
Shisstal entered the training room and found the droids that Nakara had been talking about. Shisstal explained to them what Nakara had ordered and they obeyed. First, they showed him the proper stance for Form I. When he told them the lightsaber technique that he was going to study, they explained to him that Makashi was about parries, thrusts, and extreme percision instead of strenght or blocking and slashing. But first he had to re practice Form I. Shisstal grabbed a practice lightsaber and began practicing

At an erotic book store on 59th. and Zagyg, the khil shopowner was placing some new arrivals on the shelf. It was a slow buisness day today and there wasnt a soul in sight. A raucious crowd was partying outside the shop again, but this time it was slightly louder than normal.

"Hmm." He muttered with a twitch of a facial tendril. "Hmm. Everyone seems extra motivated today."

A crash sounded from somewhere in the back, instantly drawing his attention.

The khil furrowed his brow and set down the box he was holding. In utter silence he slipped towards the back room, taking care to grab a stun blaster from a hidden wall alcove. He oppened the door, his dark eyes glancing back and forth for signs of entry. His ears caught the sounds of labored breathing and quietly he shut the door behind him. He wove his way around boxes and shelves, trailing the breathing to a solid wall.

Scrunching up his tendrils in curiosity, the Khil lowered his gun and pressed a hidden switch to reveal a small secret door. He passed through the door to come upon a sunlit room containing plants, rugs, and spare carpets.

Sprawled face first across one of the rugs was a brown haired Corellian male in a dark grey jacket. His hair was mussed, his collar was upturned, and his pants were disturbingly absent. In his hands he clutched a slugthrower pistol and he stank of a strange mix of alchohol, sugar, perfume and cologne.

"First time to Zeltros, flyboy?" The khil asked casually as it leaned against a wall.

"Party...everywhere..." The man wheezed between gasping breaths. "No...escape..."

"Yep, seems it is your first trip here."

"Whole....planet....knows....I'm here...."

The khil arched a brow. "Oh so you're that Corellian. The one that came in the Bothan ship?" A tired, disenheartened groan confirmed the Khil's suspicions. "Well thats what happens. It was probably just gonna be another welcome to Zeltros party until it turned out you werent a bothan. Something that unusuall gets a bigger than usuall party."

The Khil shrugged and started over to the man. "Well sorry, Spacer. you're on your own. You cant rest here. Better get you back to your party. Though space knows how you managed to get up on my roof."

The prone man held out a protesting hand and tiredly drew something from his sleeve: a lightsaber.

The khil paused at the unexpected sight.

"Is this...the chapter house?" The man asked, slowly regaining breath.

"The what?"

"Codename....Nyax....Password..." There was a moment of silence as the password was submitted to the Khil mentally.

The khil holstered his stun blaster with a chuckle. "Ah! A brother! Safety and peace be upon you! I am Wyrren, the owner of this chapterhouse. I should have known you were one of us when you game in through the shadow door, but I had to be certain. I take it your first visit to my little corner of the Galaxy has been very kind to you."

He only got another groan in reply.

Wyrren stroked his Face tendrils with an amused look in his eye. "It seems Zeltros has overloaded you in your short time here. Well rest in safety. The big mean party goers cant get you here. We will talk when you're more able to converse."

Wyrren only got an exausted mumble as a reply as he shut the secret door and returned to his work.

"I'll keep that in mind, sir," Xel replied to Stryder's advice. "That's everything I need unless you have anything to add. We'll make sure that the doors are open for your forces."