After the Battle's End

[Dusaro Dresari]

While the battle had still been raging on Mirial, Dusaro had been intercepted by a Sith unknown. The following 'duel' if it could even be called that did not end particularly well for either side, though Dusaro it seemed came out worse for wear in that one. After he set off the explosives, his legs one of which had already been shot had fractures running up them just under the knee. He was lucky his ankles were not completely busted up. After that point, things got hazy for his memory thanks to the poison from the Sith's blade that had seeped into his body and mind, leaving no trace of itself remaining. The only thing he could remember clearly after that was the ceiling of a medivac.

Needless to say, since then he had been in a hospital having his legs patched up. The doctors were stunned by his healing rate, the two wounds Dusaro had in his side healed in two weeks with only a silver scar remaining to show the blades damage. The bones were a similar case, he was out of the casts not long after and walking like he owned the place. "I have had to push through worse." Was his comment to the surprise of the doctors and nurses. While they had perhaps heard of Firrerreo and their healing factor, this was likely their first time seeing it in action. They tried to get him to rest for more time to make sure but Dus would not have it, starting some light therapy early and running to exercise his legs.

So it was that he ended up in the training halls, doing a 'Art of Movement' course to work his legs back into shape. This was his second trip on the course and he finished it fairly well, the biggest issue was that his joints were still stiff and sore from healing. All that meant in practice was that he needed to exercise and stretch them more, but it did mean Dusaro didn't do as well as he normally would, though he still passed it. "Frakking Sith just had to notice the explosives." He growled, stretching his legs at the end of the course. Unlike normal, he did not have his arm glove on which clearly showed the cybernetic arm he had that went from a few inches above his elbow and down, the gunmetal gray armor plating contrasting sharply with his golden skin.

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[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai groaned to herself upon walking through the halls of the Jedi hospital, annoyed by the doctors constant papering and check ups since her administration. Sure even though her several almost fatal stab wounds and other injuries had healed up very quickly she kept that a secret from everyone, the bandages applied by the doctors remaining on her face neck and body. This was one problem face with joining an order, keeping that fact she was an energy vampire a secret from others, and fast wound regeneration's did not help, so for the time being Sukai had kept up the act of being injured and, avoiding check ups by the doctors to see her supposed healing progress.

"Where did Miss Yumi go off to now, I swear she does not want to get better, why would someone keep avoiding examinations, especially with wound like that". Sukai watched from the room across the hall way quickly sneaking out while no one was looking, 'sorry doc, but its just more safe this way, don't want to cause you any trouble and all... now where to go today... whats the last place they would think to look for a "badly injured" person, hmmm the training halls could work, just hope no one recognizes me'. Putting her mothers solider training to use Sukai stalked the hallways of the hospital, avoiding surgeons doctors and others, the whole trip being child's play as no one was suspecting of a person trying to break out.

In no time the young Jin was out the front of the training hall, eyes scanning her surroundings, trying to confirm if no one had followed her, "well, that was easy, might as well do some practice while I'm here, guess dogging is a good place to start, but I would need a sparing partne..... ". Her sentence was cut short upon noticing a man already present in the complex, performing Katas associated with movement of the force, 'Uh oh, please don't notice me; please don't notice me'. As the man grumbled to himself Sukai tried to sneak away back out the way she came, but tripped over her hospital outfit in the process, slamming face first into the ground, her old light-saber scar on her left eye reopening again for what felt like the millionth time.

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Dusaro heard the sound of someone entering as he was in the middle of some workouts, not even bothering to glance over as someone coming in was fairly normal. What did how ever catch his attention was the sound of someone hitting the ground and from the sounds of it fairly hard. Standing back up, He turned around and looked over to see what looked like a young woman who had tripped over her medical gown and spectacularly face planted. "And they wonder why i don't wear robes." He said to himself under his breath as he walked over.

"Hey, you ah... You okay down there? Need help up?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, offering his right hand out to help her up if she needed it. He didn't see any particularly obvious wounds on her besides the one on her eye but that was it really. Still, better to make the offer and have it not be needed then not make it and have it be needed. Dusaro was fairly knew here so it wasn't overly likely they would recognize each other unless she was reading some of the internal news sources regarding the operations at Mirial, in which case his face might have come up.

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[Sky'ito Yumi]

Blood ran down the front of Sukai's face as she lied on the floor, soaking the bandages she had deliberately left on to look the part of a recovering patient, 'at least they are useful for something'.. ouch this stings'. She picked up the strangers approached through her blood soaked eye, the world appearing in a dark red haze. Sukai did not recognizes them, and hopefully he would not recognize her, but the fact she was in a hospital gown meant kind of meant it didn't matter.

Her hand reach out and clasped onto his, at the offer, the unsuspecting fall slightly dazing the young woman, "Thank you". She tried to give a slight smile upon being picked up, but was still nervous about the man being suspicious of her behavior, attire and not so sublet movements upon being found. 'Why out of all situation have I been in is this the one where is lose my calm', She rubbed away at her eye, trying to get the blood out if it, only to just smear the red liquid further over her face, 'dammit I need to wash this out', "Umm well I guess Ill be leaving now, he eh he".

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Dusaro winced at the sight of blood in her eye, he knew that feeling all to well and it was not a enjoyable one. Unable to see properly, it stung and was fairly painful and if it stuck around to long could cause issues. He did inded pull her on up, not overly caring about why she was here but more worried about the rather badly placed wound. "Your welcome, just ah... Don't slip like that again. Bad enough as it is without making it worse ya know." He teased a bit with a joking tone and a bit of a smirk.

"There is a washroom in here you can wash your eye out in. I would ah, suggest doing that before going anywhere like that unless you really wanna freak the doctors out." He said with a wry look as voices started to be heard from just outside the door coming this way from the inside hall. Perhaps paitents, perhaps doctors, who knew. He would go ahead and point her over in the direction she would need to go, it was not particularly far.

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[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai avoided making eye contact with the man, not really able to even if she would having one eye bandaged from wound that healed ages ago, the other now blinded with her own blood. "Believe it or not I do not I rarely slip up, though these stupid hospital gowns do not do any good, the reason I never wear robes, the just get in the way of everything". "Also this is an old wound, sometime reopens when I hurt myself, or face planting into the ground... gets annoying, but that's scar tissue for you, hard, but rips easily".

She returned a weak smile to the man, thankfully he was not concerned about why she was her or questioning the supposed injuries she should have had. "Ah yes, thank you, I'll go do that in a bit", Foot steps echoed from outside, as people walked pass, "Change that I'll go do that right now". Taking care not to trip she raced to the wash room, closing the door quickly to avoid detection, regardless if anyone came through, 'why out of all the wound I received in my life did this one leave a scar? was it becuse of my youth, or did that Sith do something.... *sigh*'

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"Hey, i can't stand robes either. Only time i get in those things is for any official occasions. Even then i have my flak vest on though. Old scar that just wont heal though huh? I can't say i have had that issue. I am not quite normal in that area though so maybe i ain't one to talk." Dusaro said with a light shrug, noticing that she was seemingly not willing to make eye contact with him. She did seem a bit suspicious, but not dangerous. Trying to keep away from someone maybe? Well, not that it was his business in particular but he was a little curious.

Dusaro raised a brow at that reaction, she wanted to leave the area then quickly changed that idea when she heard someone coming. She seemed to be a patient so perhaps she was trying to dodge the doctors? Normally that would not have come to mind, but that was basically what Dusaro had to do a few days ago since they just couldn't believe how fast he had healed. Well, even if that was the case and she was people dodging, he didn't really care. "If you are looking for somewhere to settle down for a while and be left alone, in here isn't a bad choice. This is a room mostly reserved for recuperating Jedi, not many people stop by here." Dusaro said as she was a few steps away from the door that lead into the washroom, starting to continue a few kata sets that were distinctly Echani.

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Sukai sighed a bit as no one entered the training hall while hiding in the wash room she pondered what the man said, about scars. Had the man never received battle wounds before, no that couldn't be it, he was at the hospital, so he must have been a patient at some point so why would he not know about scars. 'questions for later, right now, clean my face'. Sukai quickly moved over to the skin, her bloody reflection being a sight she no longer reacted to, many of time had she suffered similar injuries, it was almost worrying.

She turned the tap on, filling the basis up with water before washing her eye out, the pooled water taking on a light shade of red as her face turned back to its pale form, the wound healing up slowly, its bleeding ceasing. 'These bandages need to go, and this stupid gown', slowly Sukai removed the long unless bandages disposing of them in the wash room trash compactor, ripping of the hem of the hospital gown, throwing it away as well. 'There, not that's better... now to kill some training, this was a training hall for recuperating patients was it not... time to "recuperate"'.

Upon leaving the the wash room she bore witness to the mans Katas, recognizing them as those of the Echani, one of the many races she had studied growing up, was the man an Echani, did Echani have healing abilities, she did not recall them as such? As she got closer she started her own Kata routine, that of the Jin Fangshi monks, "So though it is probably not my business, why is a perfectly healthy person training in a hospital recuperation hall"?

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[Dusaro Dresari]

Mostly due to his body, but Dus had never really had an issue with scars opening up again. Not that she would have a way of knowing that, besides maybe the color of his golden skin if Sky'ito knew a reasonable amount about some of the more rare sentient species in the galaxy. Dus's kind were not common, he had never even seen another Firrerreo besides his father in his entire life and he had even tried looking.

He did not pick up on where exactly her moves and motions were from, they looked vaguely familiar like something he had seen before somewhere, but Dusaro had been many somewheres in his life so that did not exactly help much. It was hard to notice given that this was their first time meeting, but his legs and specifically his ankles were actually rather stiff. "Because i am still recuperating. Well, partially anyways. Mostly my ankles. I got caught on the nasty end of an explosion that messed up my legs. Ankles are still stiff as all hell, knee's too for that matter. I may not care about taking a blaster bolt to the stomach, but screwed up joints are not something i can just casually walk off. As for why that happened... Got caught on the wrong end of four pounds of explosives on Mirial."

Though he did really wish he didn't have to be careful with his joints to this degree, but he knew what happened if something bad did happen to them. And it wasn't pretty. Though with his body he would really have to screw them up to make irreparable damage compared to a normal person, it was still a potential. So for more or less that reason alone he was still here, working his joints back into shape. As for if he was Echani, there were several things that did not quite fit the bill. His skin was golden, if a bit on the pale side and his hair was two toned with silver and blonde in neat alternating patterns. Natural, not dyed. "How about you?" Dusaro asked, looking over. "Ignoring the scar, you don't look out of shape yourself." A few moments after saying that, it came to his mind that he had not even introduced himself yet. "Ah, probably should have said this earlier, i am Dusaro Dresari." He said with a little nod.

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The Katas she performed were more then force and muscle attributed, the Jin meditative Kata also served as a spiritual like dance, to calm ones mind and sole on an emotional level, while also being elaborate enough to entertain onlookers that wished to watch. While performing the move she took closer inspection of the man next to her, seconded guessing his race. Though the move he was performing himself where that of the Echani, he himself did not look like one, different skin tone, hair and over all look, was it possible that he picked up the moves somewhere else.

At the man tale she slowed down to a stop, giving the man a very quizzical and dare say 'are you for real' look, "Miral yes I was there to, but for you survived four pounds of explosive to the leg, one would have to be, extremely lucky to have you leg let alone be alive. I would ask how you got into said situation, but my mind tell me it was almost self induced, or was it a suicide like attack, taking the enemy you"? "And what do you mean by blaster bolt to the stomach, did you mean to say without armor"? 'Does this man have some sort of healing ability.. if so, maybe my secret will be safe with him, lying not gonna do me any good, hopefully he won't ask though'.

Sukai was about to return to training, content with leaving the conversation there, oh but how wrong she was, at the mention of her reason for being her she tensed up, caught a bit off guard, "aaaah", 'dammit, what do I say'. Unlike him she did not harbor any side effect from her wound, no muscles problems or fractured bones that needed more time to heal, in all circumstances she was in perfect health. "I'm Sukai'ito Yumi, though most people just call me Sky'ito, or Sky for short, as for my reasons being here......", she gave a small sigh before looking into Dresari eyes, giving a slightly serious look. "Can you keep a secret".



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While Dusaro did practice moving meditation using Echani techniques, that was not the main purpose of them. To Echani, fighting was more a way of deeply conversing rather then simple aggression. Even though he was mostly doing the exercises for the purpose of getting back in shape, he was still talking to himself in a sense. Though picking up on what it was would be difficult for those not trained in the arts, a force user who was particularly emphatic might feel something somber from the movements.

"Oh, it was not a point blank explosion. It was around ten feet or so away. As for the circumstances..." He made a bit of a wry expression. "Well, they were not great. I was fighting someone using a damn good stealth suit. I never even saw the Sith. But i know his blade was a sith sword. It was heavy and cut through a flak jacket like it was not even there. Normal swords will stop from the weave and a vibro-blade would have done much more damage. The frakking thing was coated in some kind of darkside toxin though. I kept having visions obscuring my sight, hearing things. All natural senses basically ceased functioning properly. So i had to get a bit more ah, forward in how i did things. Long story short, when the sith attacked the next time i used my body to catch the sword and slashed at him with my lightsaber. But it didn't do anything to his armor. So i knew i could only rely on overwhelming kinetic force. Thus when he kicked me back, i rolled with it, disengaged and gave him some explosives to chew on. Wouldn't call it a suicide attack, more like a very calculated risk with emphasis on risk." While explaining, his body started to naturally mimic the scene, how he stopped the blade a good three inches into his own body and caught the sith's arm and slashed at the enemy, only for it to be blocked and Dusaro kicked back. A fairly crap shot of a situation all around. "And yeah, i meant without armor. Though ah, it ain't exactly a pleasant feeling." Though if he was being honest, Dusaro was personally far more worried about shrapnel from explosives more so then blasters.

Dusaro looked in her direction as she paused for a moment, seemingly debating if she wanted to share her name or not. He didn't overly mind if she didn't, but she did seem like a fairly interesting person to get to know. Then after a moment, she went ahead and introduced herself. "Sky'ito Yumi eh? Nice to meet ya Sky." While he didn't have anything that was still healing, he was just being a bit cautious. That and the hospital staff refused to let him out yet in the first place so there was also that. Her next words caused him to raise a eyebrow. "Keep a secret? Yeah i can." Had he still been a Merc, he would have joked about 'how much to keep it that way?'. But people just didn't seem to appreciate that particular sense of humor in Jedi.

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Sukai stopped her routine breathing inwards as she, preparing herself for the upcoming reveal, not entity sure how the man would react to this new information. While getting ready to explain her narrative she listened to him recreate the whole events of his duel during the invasion an how he survived the explosion. Her eyes widening to the part about him taking the enemies sword and catching it inside his chest. She too had face a sword wielder during their fight, though it had been made parry with lightsabres then cut through armours, though unfortunately she did not wear kinetic armour, mainly blaster and heat resistant clothing.

All this along with Dusaros confirmation on talking a blaster bolt and it is feeling just unpleasant, and not life threatening made her feel more confident in revealing her secret to him. If anyone would understand it would be this person, even if the situations that allowed their healing powers and durability where vastly different. “During the invasion, I too faced a sword wielding Sith, he was different for some reason convinced that the Sith where the true keepers of peace, blind to all the destruction they had caused, insistent3 that the Jedi where the evil ones in the galaxy. Basically, he thought that if a Jedi was not the peace loving, just stands back and does nothing, code abiding secluded monks that they were evil war mongers, trying to guilt me every five seconds. Even though I repeated stated that I was trained by a Dark Jedi and Sith most of my life and that I WAS NOT A JEDI”.

"In short we fought, until the wall of light came, which he undoubtedly tried to use a a reason we are evil, so I let him have a free shot, without him knowing, during on of his attack I let my guard down, allowing him to stab me through the chest, and slit my throat with a hidden danger that also hit my right eye". She rubbed her throat slightly at the memory, the feeling of choking on blood, slowly passing out, it was not a fun memory, "I am not sure what happened afterwards, but I guess he left me, thinking I was beyond saving as I fell unconsciousness, but unknown to him and everyone that I've met, save for a few, I am not fully Jin".

"I am half Vampire, an energy vampire, inherited from my mother, and thus her healing abilities and robustness, as I to am able to take a blaster bolt to the chest and survive, though I have dreaded telling anyone, due to Vampires being mostly associated with the dark side, which is very much true". She let out a long sigh, a seemly heavy burden taken off her shoulders, "Though I was able to fully heal in the matter of a few days, despite the ever longing desire to stick my fangs into someone, I did not want anyone to find out, that is why I have been avoiding the doctors".

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The bones had been more or less fine after a week and a half or so for Dusaro himself. He could have been out of the casts sooner, but he couldn't rightly get them to agree with that. The only reason the blade wound took so long to heal was because it was through and through. The blade had cut through to the back of his body, not just the front. Dusaro figured it would probably have only taken ten days to heal if it had not been all the way through. Regardless of that he was now fine and kicking without issues. He was honestly surprised, stunned even that a Sith of all people had been preaching about peace and equality to Jedi. Even if she did not consider herself a Jedi, the entire reason they had planned the attack on the Sith was because they themselves had worked with both the First Order and the Galactic Empire against them, as well as having mounted their own skirmish. Yet they were the protectors of peace? Dusaro could not even find ironic humor in this, it was to stupid to find humor in even for him and his expression showed as much.

He was a bit surprised that Sky let her guard down on purpose. He didn't disagree with the hit taken, that if nothing else made sense. Though perhaps the circumstances surrounding it made a return attack more difficulty then initially expected. As for if he could survive having his through slashed like that... Yeah, probably he could. Not that he planned on experimenting with that any time soon, but he was fairly sure he would pull through. What really surprised him though was when he heard she was part Energy Vampire. He had heard of them before but had never seen one. "A energy vampire..? Huh. That ah... Ain't what i expected." While Dusaro was clearly surprised, he was not startled. Though he did start to wonder, if she was not a Jedi, what was she then? Not a Sith to be in a Silver Jedi like this for this long. Even if she had been trained by them, she was not one any more as far as he could tell.

"It ain't exactly a secret, but i am Firrerreo. Less a secret as i said and more a little known fact. Most Jedi would probably get hung up on the whole darkside thing but ah... Well, i don't exactly have room to speak on that really." He said wryly, not really sure how to put that into words. Sky had just told him something rather significant, so it didn't feel right to not say anything back of importance. After a moment, he decided if she wanted to know, then she could ask. "Well, i can understand the need to dodge doctors at least. They caught me walking on my cast without an issue when it still should have been, for a normal human at least, broken. But it was perfectly fine, though they didn't believe that for a second. Though on another note... You aren't gonna try and sink them there fangs into me are you?" He asked with a arched eyebrow and a joking tone, looking around the room as though looking for help. His look and tone made it clear he wasn't serious and that he was just trying to lighten the mood some.

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[Sky'ito Yumi]

Truth be told the wound she had gotten was not as serious as [member="Dusaro Dresari"], yes the sword had been driven deep into her, but not to the extent it went all the way through, mainly as she was not aiming to capture said sword and use it to her advantage, though she may consider it if the two ever cross paths again. Her main motive was to make the Sith experience guilt himself, the person she dueled had not yet bore witness to the Sith invasions, the slaughter and genocide on former Dominion lands, her act was more of a 'if you strike me down, a person who cannot defend themselves, then you are no better then those you clam are evil' sort of way, she was unsure if her methods actually worked though.

"Your surprised, that, I pretty much guessed, its very uncommon for a Vampire to be a Jedi, and actually stay one, let alone a hybrid one, though i must say your taking this a bit better then expected, though I assumed you would most likely understand a bit better due to your own... abilities". Other people she had told either were scared of her, or very weary, not that her already dark and shady personality helped in that manner. "You may be asking what I am, if not a Jedi, most consider me a Grey, but that is not right either, I am all. I am a Jedi, a Sith a Grey, one who walks all sides of thee force, tries to understand the entire spectrum... I know it sound cheesy, but that's the best way I can describe it. She laughed a bit awkwardly to herself, even few people had heard her say that, not even her own brothers really knew what side of the force she used.

"But as for you, I have not really heard about the Firrerreo besides rumors, but I guess that explains your robust nature, though I am unsure about what you mean when you say I cannot talk, though that is your own story, I will no pry". The interaction so far was kind of weird, but it was nice to open up with someone who understands your own circumstances, even if it only slightly similar. "... hahahaha , ahhh, don't tempt me with talk about fangs, I just slammed my head on the grown and lost more blood, though.. to be honest, it would help". Sukai walked a little closer, rubbing her arm slightly with nervousness, "I try to keep the hunger under control, but often it becomes to much to handle, and I do not want anything bad to befall those here at the temple... so... if it is okay with out... could I have a small bite.... please"?

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

"I have a bit more experience then most Padawan's do with unusual things. I was raised around interesting people. Lots of murderer's, thieves and scoundrels. You get used to surprises when you live around people like that." It was less that he wasn't surprised and more that the surprise just didn't slow down his reaction. He already decided she was not a bad person at least, so added information to that was just that, extra information. Though the remark about Sith did make his face harden for a moment, it did not change the conclusion he had already come to. "I can understand delving into the teachings and ways of other schools, you can't master anything if you don't look at it from all sides. Much as i... Despide considering the Sith a part of that." He didn't have anything against her in particular. Sky had said she was not a sith, that was enough for him. But for Sith as a whole Dusaro held as despised enemies. He was not against learning about them, at one point in his life he had spent nearly every waking moment finding out everything about them he could. How they use the force, how they function. How to kill them.

"Nothing really special, besides needing lots of meat to stay alive and properly function. We have greater strength then most other species, along with the exceptional healing capability and healing factor. I also can see in the ultraviolet range, which can come in handy." Dusaro also found the interaction a bit odd, but enjoyable regardless. It was much more enjoyable then the usual chats he had with most Jedi Padawan's which tended to never really go anywhere of importance or even interest, with him being older and more experienced along with quite a different mindset then most. Dusaro arched a brow as she awkwardly scooted a bit closer. "A bite is it..?" Normally he would have just said no outright, but he had a bit of... Experience in the area. Not with drinking blood or draining people, nothing like that. But Dusaro did know how it felt when his body was out of energy, with no food yet trying to heal grievous wounds. That kind of starvation was not pleasant, as the body ate away at itself to heal. It nearly made him shudder recalling it. But pity alone was not quite enough to get him to swing over. "How about this. I could use a partner for some of the more dangerous trips and places i end up going to and you seem fairly capable. Most of the time me going somewhere on a mission means that fighting is going to happen, though as a Echani i don't really mind that much, but help is nice. Help me out and i certainly don't mind helping you out with anything you need, 'bites' included. That work for you?" Dusaro said, offering her his right hand for a shake.

While he did have a fellow Padawan under his current master, he didn't really trust him in any dangerous situations like if they got jumped by a group of people. But given the training she mentioned having along with how she moved earlier, he could tell she was more experienced then her age would seem to let on. That and with her healing rate, she was probably one of the few people who could keep up with the insane things Dusaro tended to do when he was alone. Usually he had to tone down his own fighting style to not effect those around him, but with Sky it wouldn't be an issue. And he could help her out however she needed help as well, so he figured it was a good deal all around. As.. Odd as it was a thing to be making a deal about.

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Thieves and murderers, so that's what he mean when he said 'I am not one to talk', but in retrospect, Sith and Dark Jedi were far worse than people like that, in her opinion anyways. As for his view on the Sith, it made a lot of scene, "I to do not like the Sith, their whole ideology revolves around power, strength and domination, using hatred and anger to achieve those, but I know their is more to ht dark side than that,. Unfortunately the Sith are still a thing, and despite how much pain they have brought to my family, this scar across my eye included, there teaching should still be understood, especially if we want to fight them".

She listened to him explaining about his own race, the Firrerreo relied on extra fat reserves and carbohydrates to allow for regeneration and extra strength. Unlike her who uses the literal life force of someone, there Adenosine Triphosphate and its ability to transfer electons through the body, the very chemical that allows people to function, not a very nice thing to do, but most likely much more cost effective then having to gouge oneself on food. The talk about seeing in UV was kind of interesting, "Us vampire have our own heightened senses, and the ability to smell blood over long distances, like some sort of carnivorous predator, and I'll try not to make you uncomfortable... with the whole biting".

The proposal he brought forth sounded perfect, maybe a little rough around the edges, but she could see it as functioning relationship. She often explore no so safe places, even being to Korridan once, meeting with a Sith lord and some how getting caught in a fight between two Sith knights that had tried to kill each other over some simple stably words. In addition as a Riben-Jin, her entire culture, much like the Mandos, was centered around the art of honorable fighting, prowess with a blade or sword, so what Dusaro proposed was more then acceptable to her. Sukai reached out her arm, shaking his hand "Of course, you have yourself a partner... do you mind if I take a quick bite now, just on your arm".

Regardless of what he said she move down to bite just below the wrist, bearing her sharp teeth in the presses, before hitting something very metallic... a robotic arm. Sukai recoiled from the shock, clasping her mouth slightly and the unexpected pain, "ow, for fucks sake.... I guess I deserve that", she let out a sight, before turning around, "Umm sorry for acting rash, perhaps it would be better to try for the neck... I'll be gentle.. you won't feel a thing... probably".

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That was not quite what he meant when he had no room to talk, though that was also part of it. Though he certainly would agree that Sith were far worse then those he encounted. Or rather, Sith were the extreme versions of those people. "I barely know anything about the darkside short of how to use it and that i discoverd by accident. Though i have read up on their ideas and how they have evolved plenty enough to help me get an idea of how they normally do things. Not exactly pleasent or enjoyable i have to admit."

Dusaro did not know the exact, bodily sceince behind how his body worked. He knew that thanks both to his healing factor, along with the enhanced natural strength that his body needed more fuel compared to say a human. Though for Firrerreo the extra 'fuel' needed mostly just involved lots of extra meat, something Dus was completly okay with. "Well, it isn't like it is something you can help or stop. Though i admit i ah, may start locking my ship up tighter at night now." He said with a large and cheeky grin.

He didn't know much about her culture, but he did suspect that she was fairly close to him in that respect, which turned to indeed be true. Though he had been raised as a Echani, it had been less about the traditions and more actually applying them to life as a Merc. While he did hold certain things as dishonorable, such as using say a hostage, dirty tricks against the enemy and the like were certainly not off the table. Dusaro didn't know how much that was diffrent for other Echani, but he never really managed to meet to many of them to figure out if it was or not. "That works for me." He said with a nod, not really paying attention to the arm she was going for. That was, untill he felt her fangs meet durasteel plating on his right arm. "Ahaha... Yeah. Sorry about that. Leave the right arm alone. While it doesn't bite back, it doesn't make for a good chew toy either." Dusaro said with a awkward chuckle. "Well, that is fine with me. Though i am not sure how confidant i am in that not feeling a thing remark." He said with a raised brow.

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[Sky'ito Yumi]

After recovering from her counter bite wound she spun back around to face with Dusaro, "okay, I am unsure of how this will feel, have yet to experience it myself, maybe it will feel like a simple prick, it may feel like a slightly stab. Though from what you have told me, this should be easy to deal with.. unless you afraid of needless... ehehee, okay enough talk". She walked within arm reach of Dusaro, placing her arms around his neck, bringing him down to the same head level, as he was slightly taller then her.

"He, this is a little awkward, most people I bite are usually asleep, unaware of it ever happening", she moved her head to the right side of his neck, bearing her fangs for the first time in months, slowly braining them against his skin. His neck offering some resistant but eventually her fang pieced through, drawing the blood that was vital to her, though bitter to anyone else was a sweet and welcoming taste.,

Sukai stood there still for a minute before pulling away, giving his neck a lick to remove any leaking blood as the wound started to heal up, placing a hand against her mouth as she swallowed the remainder of it. "Thank you for allowing me to do that, I hope that did not feel to uncomfortable for you", Sukai offered a small bow in apology and gratitude, "You know, I have to say, out of all those I've bitten, your blood was the sweetest". She gave a light shrug playing off her last comment "or maybe it just has to do with not feeding for a while, either way thank you".

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[Dusaro Dresari]

"Painful, probably. I mean, even normal sized canines are not exactly pleasant so.. Yeah. I have plenty of experince with needles, not much of an issue. Escpially when you consider that i have to get my own blood drawn to make reserves incase i need it... Yeeeah." Well, they bite marks would heal over in a few minutes or so regardless so he was not overly worried.

"Doesn't particularly surprise me... Though when you say it out loud it makes me worry for my health." There was not much he could exactly do to help, so he just kinda stood still after moving enough as she needed him to. Though he did his best to think of it just as getting blood drawn, he couldn't help but keep his guard up. As it thankfully turned out though, that guard was unneeded as she pulled back after a moment.

He had not lost much blood, it was a fair amoung but not enough to leave him woozy or anything. "Well, it felt about like two oversized needles getting jammed into my neck. Not exactly comfortable." He addmited with a wry expression, unable to keep from lightly rubbing the bitten area. They were not particularly deep and were only lightly bleeding now, but when his hand pulled away Sky might noticed that the wound was already starting to heal and close. In under a minute, only two silver spots would remain. "Not sure how i feel about being told i taste sweet, but i can live with that i suppose."

"So, i mentioned possibly asking for help. I actually already had something i was going to work on, but might need some help in the doing. There is a lightsaber crystal i want to go find, called a ghostfire crystal. Heard of it?"

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[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai noted him reaching up to wipe away the small amount of blood still trickling down his neck as his hand rubbed it, how careless of her, had tried to make it as quick as possible, but probably pulled away too fast, not allowing the wound to properly clot. "Here allow me to just get that last bit, would be a waste to just wipe it away". Standing up on her tip toes Sukai made one final lick to Dusaro neck, wiping away any remaining sweat nectar that others would find a little disturbing, "I said your blood tasted sweat, not specifically you, are anything your flesh would have a meaty tender taste to it... I'm kidding, we only drink blood, not eat people".

She took a step back, finally refreshed and thirst for people’s life force quenched, for now anyways, as for the talk about crystals. "Yes, I know about the ghost fire crystal, is said to produce a transparent blade, that also makes no sound, but burns with the same intensity as that of a roaring fire, hence the name". In her historical studies, Sukai had reviewed many types of crystals, the favourite being the Dantari crystal, as it was found on her home world of Dantooine and its special properties in calming and making its user sat focused, though the Ghost-Fire was almost legendary.

"As for it whereabouts, all that I know is they are found deep within cavern systems on outer-rim worlds, so at least that a start, but finding one may take a while, and present many dangers.... sound like fun, I would be glad to help".

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