A graveyard of the darkest Sith Lords…

[Darth Zilti]

Maja listened to Jaron’s response and the ensuing silence suggested it was her turn to respond.

“I was foolish. I had a romantic notion of becoming a Sith and I freely admit that. It took me six years to realise but finally the credit chip dropped. You’re right, I chose not to listen to sage advice - but then my learning and understanding was mine and mine alone - and that is worth more than simply being told what to do.”

“I crave power and knowledge and the Sith will allow me to fulfill my true destiny. For I am Vahla and blessed by the goddess with red hair. My parents knew what this meant and now I do too. I shall prove my worth and take a prominent role in both the Once Sith and the Ember of Vahl. Or I’ll die. There is no middle ground. I have endured much to get to this point and all I demand from you is knowledge.”

“I do not ask, I insist. We are worthy, teach us.”

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Jaron looked on as [member="Maja Vern"] gave her answer. It was interesting to see where people came from, what motives had been in their hearts. Maja admitted to a romantic notion of what it would mean to join the Sith. Jaron had never been allowed that option. His teachings as a Jedi led him to have a negative view of Sith, and Darth Ayra had given him a view which seemed almost exclusive. The rule of two was her way of viewing things, and Jaron was looking forward to the day he could be seen as a true Sith. In the eyes of others he may already be.

Dark eyes focused on the pretty redhead. Her tattoo intrigued him, and he wondered what the story behind it was. There was curiosity with her, and Jaron knew that could lead to danger. One thing was certain, she was insistent on their worthiness to learn. Odd that she would include him as well not having known him but the short time since they had just met.

"You've heard our committment, and we're we not willing to accept the burden you say this teaching comes with, we would have left. We are eager to learn, teach us Master."

The sound of dry leaves filled the entire room once again.

"Worthy? What worth have proved other than an eagerness to learn, sacrificing a mother, killing two hssiss. These deeds make you worthy? You have much to learn about worth, but as you insist."

 

[Darth Zilti]

The Sith Lord laughed once more. “So be it. This is a most unusual Ability as it requires you to first to let go your pride. Unlearn some of what you’ve already learned.”

“Discipline is all. It conquers pain. It conquers fear. But to embrace this Ability you have to succumb to fear. Learned to think of pain, fear and hate as your teacher. From dreading those emotions, come to welcome them, because they will test your willpower and your courage; it will make you stronger. To be content, to be comfortable, is to be complacent. No one learns anything from pleasure. Pain, on the other hand, fear even…these are powerful motivators.”

“You need to learn to not be afraid to seek fear and pain in your drive to be great. Only through these will you achieve Force Rage.”

Suddenly the area was filled with Dark-energy. It was palpable. Plumes of dark mists became dark smoke and felt dense and unnatural.

"Woyunoks hadzuska koshûjontû. Dwomutsiqsa!"

Smoke creatures suddenly shot up, their growth accelerated and then two forms were revealed. Towering bulbous creatures with vaguely humanoid form with the exception of their gnarled and unnatural muscles.

The Sith Lord smiled and his eyes narrowed on the two. “These are Dwomutsisqa...ancient Sith Magic conjured Smoke Demons. They shall be your test. Rest assured, they can and will kill you.”

“I want to see how much of the Force you can muster to save yourselves. For only in the very abyss of danger can the deepened submission to Dark-side be cultivated. They will approach you and take the form you fear the most. You no doubt hear of how as a Dark-sider you control your anger and fear? When your training is complete...You will know fear. Like no other..and you will embrace it.”

The Sith Lord’s grin stretched into a vile smile and with a flick of his hand the demons were unleashed. Set upon them were towering monsters of Sith Magic. Leaping, lunging and grappling the demons sprang out as the Sith Lord gave the command in Dark-Sith speech. ‘Destroy them.’

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Jaron did not see a beast. He heard the words of Ludo Kressh, but the image was not as he described. Instead, Jaron was confronted with the thing he feared most. The collapse of other words was what he feared the most. His drive was to keep what happened to Corellia from happening again. His eyes could only see destruction, unnecessary destruction, lives wasted, and nothing to be done.

​

He saw himself, mangled, life coming to him from machine support. This was what Jaron feared the most, that eventually the destruction he had escaped would catch up with him, take life from him, and destroy everything else that he had left. Jaron had to tell himself this was just a tactic of the beast to render him useless, to immobilize with fear so it could strike. His resolve had to be steadfast, and Jaron had to confront his fear.

Eyes grew crimson in color as the dark side enveloped the young apprentice. His heart raced as power began to surge within him. The anger which he had over the destruction of his home came to the surface. Rather than burying it, this time Jaron embraced it. Immediately he felt power surge through him in ways he had not before, and soon shot his hands out almost impulsively.

​

The image, the beast, the demon, was consumed with lightning. Jaron continued the attack until the image, the fear in his mind, faded to nothingness before him. Great exhaustion overtook him, but Jaron had finally done something no one else could do for him. He faced his fear, and now was the one in control of it. It was still there, but it held no power over him. He would make it his weapon.

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

As the Sith Lord’s image spoke she was both captivated and confused in equal measures. She saw the Sith conjour with the Force, Dark energy at his beck and call. And she felt a presence – malicious and unnatural. And then the chant seemed to reach a climax.

“Woyunoks hadzuska koshûjontû. Dwomutsiqsa!”

From the energy of the Force came creatures seemingly made of smoke – yet as she stared they coalesced into forms. One approached her and as the creature loomed over her, she saw it for what it truly was – a wyyyschokk. Since facing them in the forests on Kashyyyk, they were creatures that lived in her nightmares. It stood a full two metres tall and – as in her dreams – all she could see were red eyes, red skin, two poisonous fangs and eight legs reaching for her.

Her mouth was dry. She wanted to look away – to wake up and realise it was just a dream. But she knew the reality of the situation – at least in her mind – she must face her greatest fear and overcome it.

She racked her brain and searched in vain to remember what her Master had advised. And as the creature loomed over her, she stepped backwards until she was against a wall, with no more room to manoeuvre. And she froze, paralysed with fear. The creature lifted one of its legs and swung it down towards her, clearly aiming to remove her head.

Finally she moved, her deft footwork allowing her to duck under the claws. And, for as fearful as she was, she knew she had to use it, not succumb to it. So she drew the Force to her. And instead of using her usual hatred to fuel her connection, she used the overwhelming terror to forge the link. Her eyes morphed instantly to a deep yellow, her irises tinged with crimson. She raised her left hand, and blue lightning coalesced around it, arcs sparking from the fingertips.

She swallowed hard and prepared to engage the beast. But she held back. This was about engaging and harnessing her fear, not destroying it. So she allowed the fear to build in her as she danced to avoid the legs that threatened to cut her in two.

She channelled that fear into an intense rage…she felt more powerful than she’d ever felt before and the spider seemed to weaken as she did, its attacks becoming less frequent, slower.

Finally she unleashed the Force Lightning. It was ten times as powerful than she’d managed before. The creature quite literally burned to a crisp in front of her and she found she was breathing hard. And as soon as the spider was defeated, she realised she was suddenly very weak. The intensity of her actions had come at a price. She felt now as weak as a kitten and slumped against the wall.

She glanced over at Jaron, who seemed to have dealt with his own demon – perhaps physically and metaphorically.

“Well that was fun…while it lasted.” She grabbed a candy bar out of her bag and took a big bite. She needed the sugar rush.

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Jaron still felt weak, and had hoped this would not be the moment the Sith Lord would strike them down. He didn't trust the spirit to let them live. Call it paranoia, or call it knowing Sith, but Jaron wasn't unguarded despite his exhaustion. His muscular frame leaned against the nearest pillar, as his chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. His body was behaving as if he just exerted a great deal of energy and had spent all there was and more. In truth, that's exactly what he had done. Maja's voice was the first thing he heard after the smoke demons were gone. The sound of dry leaves, the laugh of the voice, it wasn't anywhere to be heard.

He smirked at the comment. Fun while it lasted... his mind could take that many places, and did.

"The high... the rush... then the crash... kinda like what happens when....... well you know."

He smirked again this time with a bit of a chuckle. Maja was back at her candy bar, and Jaron was feeling the darkness fully consume him for the first time in his life. He had truly given over to his rage to quell his fear. Jaron Lesan had now fallen completely. The next time he would meet Darth Ayra it would be to take his rightful place as her student. Then again, why couldn't he be the master. Clearly he would exploit the woman until he was strong enough to defeat her.

Finally pushing off the column, Jaron felt as though his energy was returning to him. He looked around for the Sith Lord, and was curious if he had gone to another room, or if he had taught them all he intended to. For now the two were alone again, until Ludo Kressh opted to reappear and explain what they had just done.

"Well, looks like it's just us for now... and he didn't even say goodbye."

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

Maja glanced up at him. He looked like she felt. The Sith Lord was nowhere to be seen.

She smiled at his humour. “You’re very, very naughty. There’s hope for you yet,” she said and pulled a bottle of water from her bag and drained half before tossing the bottle to Jaron.

“I really do feel weak as a kitten. Usually I’d be looking for a repeat performance around now.” It was her turn to smirk. “Stamina, never underestimate it.”

The Darkness she felt now was nothing unusual – she’d only ever known this aspect of the Force, although the feeling didn’t usually linger beyond using her Abilities, but it was routine enough for her not to take too much notice of it.

She had no expectation she’d be a duellist. Darth Vornskr had appraised her and found her wanting – although this ability could compensate for her Vahla weaknesses of weak bones and low strength. No, she was going to study with Matsu and it was Sith magic she would focus on.

She wondered if Krressh would show his face again. She suspected not, they’d no doubt triggered his appearance and it could be hundreds of years before he showed himself again. For now she was quite pleased. She didn’t think she could take another challenge right now.

She struggled to her feet. “That’s how it goes sometimes. Sith Lords just don’t seem to want to say farewell. Maybe he’s just sentimental?” She wrinkled her nose. “Well, maybe not. So…where next for you?”

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

"Oh... me naughty," he retorted after the comment about stamina and a repeat performance, "It seems I'm not alone in that."

Jaron smirked, and tool a drink of the water which had been tossed to him. Leave it to two exhausted people to equate force rage to the sweet and glorious crash which came from indulging in one's own passionate desires for another. This is certainly not the direction things would have turned in training as a Jedi. Jaron's uncle, while a very passionate man, was also rather reserved. Being raised more on Corellia, Jaron departed from some of the more inroverted tendencies his uncle seemed to have as a Telosian. Jaron had not been found wanting by his master, but rather Jaron had found the Jedi wanting. Ever since Corellia had been torn apart Jaron knew the Jedi were powerless.

"Sentimental, I'm sure... though he forgot to pose for the holograph then. I mean we are the first people he has seen in how long?"

Jaron chuckled at his own crack. Whether Maja found it funny or not, he did.

"I don't know where I'm going next per se, though in five days I am to meet my master at the Quixoni Nebula. That gives me at least two days of freedom to explore this world more, or other adventure that might present themsevlves."

Jaron finally pushed off the pillar, and began to close the distance between them. He offered her the water container back, empty as he had drained the remaining contents. Jaron had a water supply on the freighter he flew, more than enough to refill it if she needed.

"What about you? Where do your travels take you from here?"

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

He didn’t take himself too seriously and Maja liked that. And he was flirting and given she’d spent most of her past few years either fighting weird and wonderful creatures or being inflicted with some terrible pain in the name of training, it was a welcome change.

She wondered how long it had been since the spirit of the Sith Lord had last seen anyone. A day, a week, a thousand years? In truth she didn’t care – but then she was self-centred and self-obsessed. But she smiled at Jaron’s humour. It was always good to laugh as these things in her experience.

She took the water bottle back and indicated he should sit next to her. “Me? I was going to Coruscant but my Master has suggested I detour to Tython now. Seems she has something interesting for me. Given the last training we did ended up with me getting third-degree burns, I hope her definition of fascinating doesn’t involve the loss of a limb.”

“But I don’t need to be there for a couple of days if you had any plans. I mean ones that you need me to save your sorry ass in.” She chuckled. “But if you prefer to be by yourself, I mean, no hard feelings, eh?”

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

"No plans other than having my curiosity satisfied, no ass saving required, unless of course you just want to admire it..." he teased back as he smirked. "If we're both free for the next couple of days we might as well not spend them alone... I've been doing a lot of alone lately, and two day reprieve of that would be welcome."

A bit of transparency, but not enough to really show any weakness. One thing Jaron was aware of was the fact Maja had not rebuffed his flirting in anyway, in fact, she had seemingly been encouraging by flirting back. The only real question left unanswered was where next. That and the curiosities Jaron had about Maja as a person. It seemed that he'd have time to get answers if she joined him.

"Third degree burns and a tattoo... living on the wild side it seems. My mother and aunt are both red heads... one is Mando'ad, and my aunt she's Corellian... Mach Ten with her hair on fire, that's her speed. Seems you're right there with them... so where shall we head off to at Mach Ten. There are more tombs, the old temple, the old academy... I've always been curious as to what the living conditions were like in some of these ancient temples and structures. I'm certain if you're after knowledge the academy is full of it. I just want to know if the beds are hard or soft."

So he was still having a bit of fun, but Jaron did want to go to the academy. Between the academy and the temple, there was bound to the some items of use to Jaron, and Maja would certainly find something useful. Besides the exploration gave them more time to give toward the banter, and whatever might come of that.

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

Maja laughed, even though the effort made her bones hurt. “I can help you with the curiosity and I suspect your ass will be both admired and saved before the day is out.”

And then she paused. She too had spent almost all of her time alone of late. The buzz of her sister’s wedding had made her want more and she had promised her niece she’d get out more.

“Two days sounds plenty of time to become better acquainted. If that includes sight of my burn..well, it depends how naughty you are. And I’m an odd red-head. I’m Vahla – pure-blood. Born in space and a vagabond just like the stories say. In truth, I don’t think I could ever settle on a planet to make my home. I’ve indulged in a little luxury purchase. My home is my ship it’s…quite large.” She smiled at the understatement. “But sooner or later I’ll have to acquire some servants. You know, to tend to my needs. I should only eat so many candy bars a day.”

“But I want you to take the lead…” She allowed the words to hang. “You decide where we go and I’ll tag along. That way, I can complain if I don’t like it.”

She planted a kiss on his cheek and then jumped up. “Come on, before I’m too stiff to move.”

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

"Well, I can guarantee yours will be, and already has been," he winked.

All he could really do was smirk at what came from Maja's mouth next. Whether he saw the burn or not depended on how naughty he was. If that wasn't an invitation then he didn't know what was. Clearly neither one of them didn't want to leave the other for now, and that was fine with Jaron. He had gotten what he came for, and was going to be leaving with more than he bargained for when he came. The trip had proven more than productive, and it wasn't even over yet. Jaron had only just scratched the surface of the dark side, and already he was liking it more.

"Interesting, my home is a ship right now too, though it is not quite large. I'm Telosian by birth, but Corellian by the fact I was raised there mostly. My mother is Mando'ad so I also claim that as well. Clearly though, I'm not what anyone could consider a true Mando'ad. Still, I claim the culture. Oh and I only have ration bars on mu ship so if we're going to end up needing chocolate for later, well... then we'll have to got to your ship for that."

Jaron smirked again. Got off his admirable ass after the kiss on the cheek, and started for the way they had entered the tomb.

"You're right... we should get going before you're too stiff to be naughty... Wouldn't want you to lose out on all the fun."

His eyebrows waggled as he bound outward and down the stone ramp which eventually ran into the sandy terrain of the desert world. It did strike Jaron as odd that the temple had seen them running into hssiss on their way in, but heading out was different matter. Had it all just been a test? There would like be more as they explored the world around them, and the culture which was there. Just on the other side of the dune, stood the academy. The library of the old training facility would have many treasures for anyone who was a knowledge seeker, and perhaps even some of the writings of the Lords whose tombs they had just departed.

"Let's raid the academy then, still plenty of sun left in the day, and it will be too cold to be caught outdoors after the sun sets. We shall see about the candy stash of your later, and if you stick around long enough, I might even prove handy in the kitchen."

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

She was vain…what more needed to be said? The compliment was lapped up.

His background was varied – as were so many nowadays. And there was a tinge of sadness and even jealousy when he talked of parents. Something she’d been denied.

“Someone special once taught me how to make an omelette. My one and only cooking lesson. So that and candy bars is a staple diet when I’m in space – which is most of the time.”

As they headed towards the exit, she shook her head slightly. “I never miss out on the fun…you’ll learn that lesson soon enough.”

Once outside, they travelled towards the Academy, and she cautioned him. “This isn’t a Sith planet, but it’s controlled by an ally. They may not take kindly to raiding what’s rightfully theirs. Assuming they find out of course. Until the Galactic Event this was a Republic planet, so I suspect there won’t be many pickings lying around. The Jedi tend to be rather annoying when it comes to letting us play with Sith toys. I can’t think why?”

She looked up at the sun. With her pale skin she didn’t enjoy its rays, so she pulled her hood up to afford her face some shade.

“And as good as you are in the kitchen, it’s another room I need to be sure you measure up in.” Of course, with her face obscured, he couldn’t see the wicked grin now playing on her lips.

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

Spoiler

[ooc]Sorry for keeping you hanging. Invasion 'stuff' got me rather busy. Normal service is now resumed[ooc]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

"Well, maybe we should skip the academy altogether then? Wouldn't want to get into too much trouble. I'm certain there will be plenty of troublesome activity later," Jaron said with a smirk as he continued toward the massive academy. "There are more fun things we could be doing than tooling around a building that's been raided by the Jedi. I can attest it's picked over if this used to be a republic world. My uncle is a Shadow, and he was training me to be one as well. Any known artifacts won't be laying around, and anything of value would be deeper in the academy than Sith allies might like us digging."

The Sith turned at the comment about an different room other than the kitchen. A smirk played at his lips as usually it was the male who usually played at the advances in his experience. It was refreshing to flirt and have it returned. It had been a while since the Dark Jedi had enjoyed the expert attentions of a woman.

"Not interested in my cooking skills... hmm that's fine because I'm suddenly curious to try one of your omelettes. Though I could maybe go for some dessert first. Maybe some pie..."

Jaron kept the suggestive banter going. Why not? He was having fun, and was serious about the omellette. In fact the more he considered the breakfast food, the sooner he wanted the evening to begin. The activity in the tomb had left him empty, hungry. His stomach growelled, and loud enough for Maja to hear.

"Where did you say this large ship of yours is? It seems my stomach is calling the shots."

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

Maja nodded. “I know they’re renovating it soon and then we can come back and use it freely. No sneaking around, access to anything and everything they hold.”

Maja kept walking and talking. He was flirting back and she was enjoying the attention. All work and no play would certainly make her a dull girl.

She was adept at the art of banter, and he’d got the message – to the point where he’d gone straight to obvious innuendo. On another day she might have preferred to go at a slower pace and build up the tension – but it had been a while since…well, let’s just say it had been a while.

“OK, let’s feed our hunger then.” She smiled again and gave him a wink and pressed some buttons on a small comms device she took out of her bag. She pointed at a nearby stretch of flat land. “It’ll put down there. Autopilot and all that.”

Soon a large and shimmering Nubia Star Drive luxury yacht came into view. As it landed, its sheer size was impressive. “What can I say, I saved my allowance.”

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52709-lux-yt68/?hl=lux-yt68

She led him onboard and gave him the grand tour – well and abridged version – they didn’t have all day.

“So…are you still hungry?”

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

"This isn't just a big ship, it's a full on luxury liner," Jaron said stating the obvious, but that is usually what people did when they encountered the unexpected. "I've never been in one these. Pretty exclusive, and my dad passes up contracts that are limited manufacturing, a lot of military contracts... She's almost a beautiful as the woman who owns her," Jaron said with a grin.

The abbreviated your was just that. Mostly finger points, and Jaron poking his head into the different rooms to see what they were like. Near every time he was shown something new his head just shook out of amazement. Apparently not all Sith lived in some dark and dank hole somewhere. Good thing they were here and not on the small freighter Jaron flew around in. The ships wasn't even the best of what Corellian Engineering had to offer, but it served the purpose it needed. All of a sudden, Jaron had ship envy.

"Revenous," he answered with a certain glint in his eye.

He took a step closer toward Maja as he face her. His finger traced the tattoo on her face, a curious thing. It seemed fadded, but he could have sworn that after her use of force rage it had darkened slightly.

"So tell me about this thing... I mean it's sexy, but curious too? Would it get better if I kissed it?"

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

Maja lapped up the attention for both the ship and herself. She’d found her talent for finding things and people was actually valuable. If she concentrated on something she found she could use her gift in a dream or meditative state to gain mental images. Each session would yield a clue and when she cross-referenced them all, she tended to end up with a location.

Bounty hunters paid her a percentage of the prize for information, and often bounties paid out just for information. Initially jobs were low paying but as she’d developed a reputation, she was able to take fewer but more lucrative contacts. Finding people that nobody else could find. Identifying the location of log-lost objects. Now each commission could take weeks but when the reward was measured in seven digits, it was worth the broken sleep.

“And yes…she’s not always practical, and she’s high maintenance but I’ve not had any complaints yet.” Was she referring to the ship or herself?

She finished the tour in the ballroom and went over to the wall and tapped a few buttons. The lights dimmed and slow, sensual classical music started to play. Maja moved in time with the tempo. “I was introduced to this type of music a couple of years ago and isn’t it just wonderful to dance to?”

She smiled at Jaron.

“But we’ll need to deal with that hunger of yours.”

He moved closer and his finger traced the tattoo on her face. “So tell me about this thing... I mean it's sexy, but curious too? Would it get better if I kissed it?”

Maja pulled a faux quizzical face. “That’s the thing with Sith magic, you just never know what will work.” She moved closer. “I’m willing to be the test subject if you’d like to find out.”

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Of course the ship had a ballroom... The only thing it didn't have was a good defense system, and Jaron was certain the ship wasn't one that could be easily modified. He watched Maja as the lights dimmed, and soft, sensual, melodies filled the hall. Her movements were fluid as she danced closer toward him. By the time he had begun to trace her tattoo, he was certainly captivated by whatever it was the redhead was up to, though he was fairly certain he knew. The banter had started getting a bit obvious between the both of them.

When she moved closer, Jaron's hand naturally fell to her waist as the other tilted her head. Not a word was said as he pressed his lips to the darkening lines on her forehead, moving to the flow of the music which filled the room they stood in.

"It seems I must try again," he said before tracing the pattern with his kisses.

The line which curved to the corner of the mouth left too much of a temptation for him to simply move on. The banter had built up the tension to a certain point already. Musical supports only seemed to increase it, and the movement of their bodies to the music had continued the conversation without the use of words. He wanted to taste them, so Jaron took them with his lips. The fallen Jedi pulled Maja even closer to him so their bodies were now touching as they continued their dance.

"Hmmm... still there. It was worth the experiment though, and yes this music is rather... alluring, though it is the partner that makes it so wonderful to dance to."

[member="Maja Vern"]

 

[Darth Zilti]

She went with the flow. No…she dictated the flow. She wasn’t a woman that waited for things to happen. If she wanted something, she went out and took it. Now was one of those times.

She enjoyed his touch. As he held her tight, she felt the warmth of his body and the tender touch of his lips on her forehead. She resisted the urge to rush…they had days after all.

His kiss on her lips was what she was hoping for and it didn’t disappoint. He held her even more closely now and she decided that her previous decision to take things slow was pointless.

So she stepped back and started to both undress and try to take his clothes off at the same time. She was sure that at some point he’d get the message and join in. Plus, she’d never done it here in the ball-room. Or any of the rooms to be honest. My they were going to be busy for the next few days…

[member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Passion. Sith were creatures of passion, and Jaron was learning this lesson all to well. The passions and lusts he was taught to shun as a Jedi, were fully embraced as Sith. His fall had been gradual and subtle at first, but the moment he gave in to his rage to conquor his fear, Jaron had fully crossed the line and embraced what it meant to be Sith. There would be no denying his passions in this moment, or the moments that would follow. Sith took what they wanted, and in that moment, he wanted the exotic pleasure Maja could offer.

It did not take him long to get the message at all. Women usually did not start undressing a man, or themselves when with a man, for no reason. The wandering force user quickly joined in to help the redheaded Sith remove what hindered them from fully embracing each other, and before long they were giving into passion and a release of the tension which they had been building from the moment they had met. After all, it had been too long to remember since Jaron had been with a woman.

Jaron wasn't about to recount all the activities of the time spent on Maja's ship. They had certainly proven to keep each other busy, and well diverted from what it was both their masters had wanted of them. They knew the timeframe they had before they had to truly comply and move along, and used it fully. They lay in her bed after the latest interleude, Jaron's eyes looking at the ceiling above, his mind full of all sorts of thoughts. He had come to the planet a Dark Jedi, but was leaving a Sith. He wondered if this was something his master could use as leverage against him, and determined to twist it to his advantage somehow... at least when the opportunity presented itself.

"What's next for you after Tython? My master is so cryptic, I will not know my next movements until after I meet her at the Nebula."

[member="Maja Vern"]