Dancing on Graves

[Dravis Rosilla]

"I should have known better."​

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The desert winds were far different than the ones the Candlelighter was used to.

Instead of the scorching, tearing winds of Tatooine, or the dangerous storms of Geonosis, the land was swathed with cold. It was nothing like a desert, more like an arctic wasteland with more sand than it had right too.

Old Hives, jutting into the air like broken teeth, once crawling with the hustle and bustle of Geonosian workers, lay dormant and cracked. Packed earth, long since broken, littered what could be called streets between the structures. The very wind itself rushed through the hives, producing a haunting whistling. Something awful had happened here. He could sense it.

The culmination of this darkness was the largest hive, in the center, where the Candlelighter found himself outside of now. He was accompanied by four of his DR-2's, all at high alert. He also had one of his various servants with him, a man he had picked up weeks ago

Over the course of those weeks, Dravis had scraped empty his mind, and filled it with his own design. It didn't compare to having a trusted ally. A confidant. Maybe even a friend.

All of Dravis' friends were long dead.

"My lord," the slave stammered, having obvious difficulty speaking. "F-f-f-final readings from the ship's life scanners came in. Nothing to be seen."

"I should have known better," Dravis repeated, an edge to his smooth voice, the glints of gold in his dark eyes. He stepped forward, his black boots creating soft indents in the cold sand.

He came across a grisly sight.

The empty husks of Geonosian bodies littered the floor in various states of death. Broken rubble filled in the spaces, making it difficult to traverse the corpse-riddled ground. But what finally held Dravis' attention was a specific body.

Joost lies dead, his cane fallen to the floor beside him. He was surrounded by his fallen people, no doubt those who were with him in his final moments. Despite it all, his face looked almost peaceful, as if he were having a relatively pleasant afterlife.

It was preferable. Joost had been a good man.

Halting his parade of droids, Dravis reached out with his hand, calling the cane to him with the Force. He grasped it gently, examining the device. After a long minute, the Candlelighter looked to his slave, a bit of sadness lacing the corners of his eyes.

"I should have known."​

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- [member="Ailred Vruumond"] -​

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]


The cane on the ground showed to be a Staff of Command, but not the original. It had the bones of one of Joosts fallen comrades, and a jewel that was as bright as the galaxy's soul. The glimmer reflected onto the walls and the bodies, showing the broken lightfoils that littered the ground. The bodies were covered in scars... They were... Blaster burns, all over. Wait, there, on Joosts neck. It was a lightsaber burn. A slow cut, no decapitation, but to the side of the scar was a hole. It meant someone slowly grazed their lightsaber along his throat before stabbing him through his neck. This wasn't an attack, it was a genocide.

Further into the cave, more bodies, and more rubble could be seen. Dravis could feel the lost force souls. So cold, so dead, so uneasy. This was an extinction level event, and Giselas Queen was wiped out. It looked like there was no technology for security or communications systems, but raiders could have ransacked the hive, or any number of explanations could have occurred. But one thing was known; this was why Gisela hadn't spoken to Dravis in so long. It is why Gisela didn't call for help. Further into the Hive, where Gisela would have rested, as large as she was, the room was scattered with rubble and dead Geonosians, trying to desperately protect their Queen.... Their mother. Just a few feet beyond them, a part of a large Geonosian laid partially exposed from under what seemed to have been a cave in. There were burn marks and explosive residue on some of the rocks that were turned to show their scars from the cave in. This was an execution, for her to be buried in her own home, from a crude explosive device.

It was quiet, and cold, the hive was empty and bare, aside from the corpses and rubble. There was nothing to salvage, nothing to take home, all that was left was Joosts cane. Should Dravis had decided to look for another memento, pulled the rubble off of Gisela, or bury her, he would be left alone in the dark of the cave, nothing would disturb him. However, there was a clicking sound, when he tried to leave.

There was a couple, rapid clicks, and then a gasp. In the far corner of the room, there was a horribly injured Geonosian Worker Drone, curled up with its knees clutched to its body. It looked like it had been sitting in this position... for years, like some sort of hibernation. It tried to move, but it seemed its body had hardened into this state, their joints no longer joints, but solid bone. His head turned up slowly, husks of skin falling from him as he looked over at Dravis. Dravis could see and feel the pain and anguish in the drone. It clicked. It clicked again. It clicked twice more, and waited for Dravis to approach. Dravis noticed as the drone tried to move its right arm, but nothing happened more than a wiggle. It looked down at its own arm, looking as if its life was over. When a Hives Queen dies, the majority of Geonosians that were born from that Queen are synced to her, as if she is their purpose. There have been few to leave home, and few of them have returned to their Queen. This one, had no more hope or purpose.

Before Dravis could react, the drone pulled its last ounce of strength and pried its arm, which had formed to its chest, like the joints solidified to each other. Husks of skin fell, exposing the drones chest. It turned its head to look up at Dravis one last time, as if pleading for something. As its hand pulled away, it reached up to Dravis. Its arm now hardened, like rigor mortus, the drone stiffened up, and gave its last breath before stiffening up like a statue.

In its hand, which unfortunately Dravis would need to break his hand for, was a data storage device. Old and dusty, and smelled of dead Geonosians, it held the coordinates to something. A planet.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Dravis tested the weight of the staff, judging the usefulness of the item. It perhaps was a bit small for the Bith, but would be perfect if he ever lived into the years his back would hunch, and his skin would wrinkle like heated wax paper. Then, his attention was pulled back to the fallen Archduke.

The neck wound had not been lost on him, nor the pile of rubble, and the broken corpse of Gisela. It was an eventuality that Drav knew all too well. Powerful people made powerful enemies. It was only a matter of time before one of them came knocking, one more powerful than oneself. Dravis had seen this eventuality too many times. Once, with his fallen master, Darth Ambroscus. Too many more to count afterward.

No tears would be shed. He had been through enough loss to not mind the sharp pain in his heart.

"M-m-my Lord!" The servant dribbled, tapping on it's datapad. "Shall we depart?"

"...No." Dravis felt a pull. He had learned after years of trusting the Force to follow pulls. "Someone is alive in here."

"My Lord, with all due respect, life scanners..."

"Technology can fail, servant," Dravis stated plainly, looking to a specific Geonosian body curiously. "But the Force never errs."

The bug came to life, and painfully delivered it's message, which the Candlelighter took in hand. Dravis couldn't smile. Not after what he had seen. But something akin to hope flitted across his face.

"Now we may leave. Plot a course for these coordinates."

"What are you hiding, Thosa?"​

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- [member="Ailred Vruumond"] -​

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]


Thosa... Another desert world. But this one was hotter than the last he was on. Dravis would not be able to have boots without sand in then for a good while longer. He started this journey with sand in his shoes, it seemed only fitting the tradition didn't end.... yet. However, there was a slight difference with this planet. Well, a large difference. The holonet exained this planet to be empty, barren, abandoned, and inhospitable, but once he arrived he found what seemed to be towers. They resembled geonosian towers at a glance, but a closer look could see they had small mushroom tops, and were discolored from tan rocks. They seemed like yellowish flesh, muscles and veins running through them. This is what was seen from orbit, and it seemed they were growing from space.

On the starships scanners it showed there was a type I atmosphere.... underneath the mushroom tipped, stalked towers. Life sign readings.... Well, it was a massive blob, to be entirely simple. There was either a living thing embedded into the planet, or it was a structure made of living flesh.

Approaching the planet one could easily see the stalked towers.... throbbing? They were pulsing, like a living organic limb, almost to the rhythm of a heartbeat. Once right over the area, before breaching the atmosphere, a hole opened up in the center of the stalked towers. It looked like a mouth, opening up on the planets surface, but it didn't have anymore characteristics of a mouth. It was more like, an appendage, opening up as soon as it sensed Dravis' ship. It didn't show to have a throat or digestion track, it even looked like a landing pad underneath the opened doors. If Dravis landed inside, he would find the door mouth woukd shut above him, and the room would fill with breathanle air. Nearby, another door mouth, but smaller. It would respond to touch or a nearby presence; it served as an airlock. Should Dravis park nearby, the only entrance would be the mouth door that would open up to the landing pad.

If Dravis understood what vong-tech was, he would immediately recognize the entire area was Vong-shaped, and the atmosphere was due to it being vong-formed. Whether this was Giselas enemy, friend, or last hope. That, would have to be figured out in-person.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

"The atmosphere is breathable, My Lord, but the structures are... odd."

"Elaborate."

"They are similar to Geonosian design, but... The life scanner is malfunctioning. It suggests the structure itself is alive."

A pregnant pause. "Bring us in."

- - -​

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The ship carefully maneuvered into the strange landing zone, and Dravis walked out, without his droids, or his servant. He reached out with his senses, detecting... nothing. A pure, unadulterated sense of nothing. Something Dravis had never encountered before. Yet, he could see the giant being moving, saw the muscle and sinew around him. And he walked the only way he could. Forward.

Someone was here. They had to be.

"I come from Gisela's grave," Dravis shouted into the void, walking further into the building as he tried to provoke an answer.

"I seek answers!"​

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- [member="Ailred Vruumond"] -​

 

[Zhudah Sakkel]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]


Zhudah was busy, vong-shaping. As she would call it; birthing. Using dead bodies from graves, or from travelers, she shaped her home, and what soon would be... her vongwomb. However, she heard something. She knew the mouth door opened and someone entered, something she rarely cared about. But this one... was different, it called out a name she recognized. Gisela? That dead Geonosian Queen that saught her help? Yeah, no one liked her working with a Vong, and Gisela had a not-so-pleasant history to start with. Still, this visitor she probably wasn't going to kill.

The room suddenly got quiet, still warm from the flesh, but it was dim since the only light was emitting from the pulsing wall or Dravis' ship. It became too quiet, as Zhudah slowly entered the hallway. The light suddenly shined on her as she came into its view; "Who are you, and why have you entered my Vongwomb?" Her voice echoed like a horror monster, and she looked the part, too. Her body looked like it was some massive, thick, bulging suit. Slithering things that looked like snakes parted from her head looking like snakes. "If you've come for that old Geonosian Queen, she died long ago. But, I don't think you'll want to go after her killers, they aren't exactly the easiest to eliminate. She used to ask for my help, now who are you and how did you find my Vongwomb?"

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Everything suddenly was all too silent. Dravis knew what that meant.

He had called, and someone would answer.

The weapons Drav carried, his lightsaber and his shock whip, found themselves in his hands, unactivated and relatively unthreatening, as [member="Zhudah Sakkel"] entered his vision. Dravis squinted, trying to see her better with his poor Bith sight.

The former Sith didn't show a hint of fear of the monster, however. The yellow sparks in his eyes only flared brighter, and he stepped forward a few steps. He had faced down more terrifying individuals before.

"I am the Candlelighter," Dravis said, using his new moniker. It was his identity, now that he had fully divorced himself from the Sith. He began to weave his words with Force suggestions, but he doubted it would work. He couldn't sense this being in the Force, as hard as he tried. "I was an ally of the Queen." Then, with a cryptic smile, "Her ghost pointed me to you, Vong."

It was true, from a certain point of view. A ghost of her former power had done the deed. His eyes intensified again, like burning cinders.

"I need answers."

 

[Zhudah Sakkel]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

Zhudah grunted as if holding back laughter as a small smile curled on her lips. Zhudah, Killing a Geonosian Queen? Hah. "You... Thought I killed her?" She chuckled a little more, turning around to walk over to the fleshy wall, releasing one of her amphistaffs, the snake things on her head. Dravis could now tell the walls and ceiling was littered with them, "if you didn't realize it, I'm a Vong, not a Yhuuzan Vong; there's a very clear difference. I'm an outcast among... what is considered the last of the Yhuuzan left in this galaxy. So, we're incredibly rare," after caressing the amphistaff, she turned around to face Dravis, and even approach him. "Here's a hint, mister cloak and dagger, if I killed her, I would have used her to fuel my Vongwomb. But you can't kill people in high standing without getting hunted down. I only take freighter crew, people that won't be missed. And I haven't done it for awhile. I mind my own business, I just want to breed my lifeforms. I might even sell bioships later. So, I guess you can kill me, but your real enemy is the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Her enemies were absorbed into it."

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Mister cloak and dagger? I like that one.

This mysterious being had just divulged plenty of information, without asking for anything in return. It made Drav cautious. Surely, there was an ulterior motive.

But he had his answer.

The disciple used the Force to return his weapons to their holsters, the flaring in his eyes receding slightly. "I came for answers. Only answers." He put his hands out non-threateningly, a gesture of peace. He wasn't sure he could prevail in this fight. He wasn't as overconfident as others that followed the Darkness. He knew his limitations.

He wasn't surprised by the revelation that the Confederacy had done the deed. They were ruled by a Sith, after all, and Sith couldn't be trusted. But he needed more.

The Bith studied the being curiously, his eye beginning to focus. "Who?"

- [member="Zhudah Sakkel"] -​

 

[Zhudah Sakkel]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

Zhudah was willing to work with outsiders, and even tell them the truth. Her plan for her vongwomb involved and almost required outsiders. Not just for fueling the vongwomb, but in other ways, too. She had nothing to hide, and she knew keeping information could get her killed. She wouldn't submit to outsiders, but giving uo information that wouldn't harm her wouldn't be of any issue; no skin off her bones, as they say. "She didn't tell you? She talked about you all the time. Like some sort of great partner, one that could save her children and her home. She leaned forward with a smirk, before whispering, " and you helped so much, right?" Zhudah raised her arms up in a shrug and slowly took a few steps away from Dravis after turning around. "You remember, she told you she might need you. She begged for you to be on call at any second during a meeting a long time ago. She wanted protection in case her false allies were going to try and kill her. I can't give you names, and I also don't know everyone involved. But I do know the droid from that meeting had a lot to do with Giselas death." She turned back around, not exactly having the pleasant face as she did before. "Now I've answered your questions, what are you going to do? Go face an entire army? Mope around in my vongwomb?"

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Dravis felt a cod bitterness erupt from his gut, and his eyes swirled with yellow Dark Side corruption. There was one thing that Dravis knew, above all things; he would never take an insult lying down again.

"Funny," Dravis shot, all the cold of a barren waste in his words. "She had never mentioned you. She must not have deemed you important enough to save her people. Judging from her current state," Dravis said, venom in his words, "it appears she was correct."

He was hotly debating activating his lightsaber, but knew it to be a bad move. He was in the belly of the beast, and prodding it would be... unwise. But he needed to know more. Much more.

"You're mistaken," Drav said, his voice sharp enough to cut duracrete. "You have not given me answers. You've pointed me in the right direction, but I didn't ask for directions." Dravis kept the pressure on, exercising all of his Dun Moch training. First, he had to find the chink in this strange being's armor. "Then, you can go back to your own moping, separated from the galaxy, on this cold rock."

"What use were you to a queen? How did you help Gisela?"

- [member="Zhudah Sakkel"] -​

 

[Zhudah Sakkel]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

"I didn't care to save her people. You ever heard of rogues? How often did you know them to do what is right or what is good? I'm not evil, but that doesn't mean I care. I only did cargo deals with her. I sold her information, she gave me.... resources." She gave out a huff of a laugh, "moping? Hah! You think I'm moping because I'm in exile? I'm in exile on purpose, you twit! The others didn't approve of my.... methods. But like I said, I sold her information on her enemies. And no, I didn't sell information to her enemies, because neither did they know about me nor did they come to me. Sometimes I need things, anything, and I construct a bioship for my Chazrach slaves to leave, get what I need, and come back. Sometimes they travel on other ships, sometimes I don't see them for awhile until they finish their task. I'm building a vongwomb, I'm birthing living ships. But I need.... lets call it biomatter, until I can grow or birth my own. As you can tell, I have nothing around here worth a single credit in your economy. So My Chazrach hear information, and it's information I can sell. I hope to give my vongships a place to live, rather. By that, I mean sell in your language, but not for any currency. I don't have credits, I don't have wealth, I don't have any more information for you, what else do you want?" She shrugged, gesturing her hand outwards to the wall as one of her amphistaffs slunk from off the wall, which she petted.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

He had struck a nerve.

Dravis felt a thin smile crease his circular mouth, large eyes narrowing somewhat. He didn't have to use the Force to get into one's head, it seemed. He'd found the crack he was searching for; now, as he dug, he had to be sure not to get the wrong reaction. "You are a disgraced mother, in self-imposed exile with only worthless slaves to keep you company."

His smile faded, deciding to stop pressing for the moment. "I don't disparage you for it, Vong. I have placed myself in one as well. I left the Sith Order. I had outlived my usefulness to them, and I knew the knife in my back was imminent."

"We are kindred spirits, you and I." Dravis nodded, seemingly believing his own words. "Forced from power, to dwell in the shadow until we build it up again."

"You are alone." He twisted his words into the wound he found, letting it fester for a moment. Then, in a moment of sincerity even he didn't expect; "I am alone."

"Gisela used us both to her ends. Perhaps we use each other now."

- [member="Zhudah Sakkel"] -​

 

[Zhudah Sakkel]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]


"Disgraced mother? I am an exile of my kind because I do not follow their way, a way I couldn't care less about. My children are mindless and can not give me love, my slaves do not keep me company, I order them to leave me. You are one confused man, you know that?" Zhudah didn't know really how to react in the situation, but that didn't matter, really. Whoever this person was, they were trying to push her buttons, buttons that didn't seem to make sense, but he was still pushing. "You think I came out all this way to find company? That I left Coruscant, the most sociable planet in the whole galaxy, to come to a barren, inhospitable planet, to find a significant other? Gisela and I used each other, and I keep in contact with very few. I don't hold my deals to any high standard, nor do I reserve them to one person or another. My work is almost complete, soon I won't need extra bodies, but you could collect things for me... things I could use in my womb. I can reward you with what my Vongwomb can form." She reached behind her back, ignoring any reaction Dravis may show, unless he engaged her, in which she still continued her movement, albeit very slowly. She clutched a small plant from her backside and handed it to him. "This will glow whenever I call to you, no matter where you are. And if you ever figure out how to illuminate its light source and use it, it will blink when I call to you. How does that arrangement sound?"

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Dravis laced his clawed hands behind his back, waiting patiently for the expected outcome. The Vong seemed unbalanced. Perhaps the Candlelighter could illuminate her.

"Perhaps you misunderstand, my friend." The Bith turned away from the mass of biomatter, almost coy. "I am not a smart man, not by any means, but I am never confused."

"I believe you came out here to hide. Away from what, I couldn't care less. Others, I assume. One doesn't recluse themselves to hide from themselves."

"Most sentient beings in this galaxy are social, biologically speaking," Dravis recited, betraying that perhaps he was a bit smarter than he gave himself credit for. "That social structure in non-sentient animals tends to breed complexity. Close proximity leads to cooperation, which leads to language, which leads to culture. This is, of course, why most species throughout the galaxy congregate in cities. They need social interaction, some may even crave it after a hint of solitude."

Dravis shrugged. "I simply suggested that you are without this social interaction. Nothing more." A lie. And they both probably knew it.

The Bith outstretched his hand, accepting the gift with grace. But he suddenly frowned, as if something dark were on his mind. "I would like to make one point... excessively clear."

"I was Gisela's tool. I was an agent in her back pocket. She held that power over me. Never again."

"I don't work for you, Disgraced Mother. If our paths walk together, they walk side-by-side."

"I don't follow."

- [member="Zhudah Sakkel"] -​

 

[Zhudah Sakkel]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]


Dravis seemed to act like a know-it-all yet he admitted to knowing nothing. He thought he had what Zhudah wanted, yet he didn't even know the slightest inkling of Giselas relationship with him. What a pity, the Geonosian slime would absolutely be rolling in her grave right about now.... if she was buried. "And yet completely solitary species have individuals that seek to meld with others, and species that survive on socializing have individuals that detest it. My name is Zhudah Sakkel, but you can call me miss lonely, disgraced mother, whatever, I don't care. This isn't a joint venture, but I don't expect you to kneel to me. It's a job, for both of us. I birth you something, you get me something. You stay any longer here and my womb will unbirth you. You will always be an outsider. It's not my fault, it's the way we are, and how we work. If I wasn't exiled, I would have already exhumed you, delivered your body to my womb, punished you for the use of technology, and then spread your flesh to where it was needed." She took a demanding step towards him, whispering, "but I don't care how you live your life." She continued, speaking in a proper volume, "as you shouldn't care how I live mine. Of course, I absolutely expect you to care if I ruin your plans, just as equally if you mine. But, so that you choose not to fight me, seek revenge for what my people did to your galaxy, and maybe earn some trust.... I will give you.... two things."

Zhudah turned around, her Amphistaffs acting like snakes and darting at Dravis, but still staying attached to her....... head? A hard, bulbous mass. To be frank, it didn't seem like whatever Dravis could see.... wasn't her body at all. She stepped away from Dravis, making the room silent, as she walked further, to the door she entered. Her hand ran across the wall as if she was.... fondling.... her womb. The feint glow of the room from the walls dimmed. It wasn't very dark to begin with, but Dravis knew the light change wasn't significant. The walls hardened and the.... sphincter-door that allowed his ship inside, hardened, sealing itself. He was trapped, but was it intentional?

"Gisela frequently spoke about her dealings with you," she continued, turning around, slowly, "she would sometimes ramble, sometimes speak up specifically if I could help towards your missions. But... your relationship with the Geonosian Queen was not... a master and servant.... She treated you that way because she was seeking Geonosis Independence, and she couldn't look weak in front of her people. She was trying to rally what was left of her species, several Queens andf their own hives, under a single Over Queen. It's hard. But, to be honest with you, she had feelings for you."

Dravis would not know if Zhudah was telling the truth, the entire time she could have been lying. She could have been lying about her dealings with the Queen. Hell, she could have killed the Queen. Dravis would never know honestly what the truth was... but one had to beg the question.... who makes something like this up?

"As my for second thing," she subtly spoke up while Dravis was in thought. "If I fought you, even if I won, you would do considerable damage to my womb. I've given my own flesh to this birthplace, and it seems you won't leave without trusting the information I've given you to be true. So this is my benefit of the doubt." Instead of standing in any seducing pose as she had been during their talks, she stood up straight and proper. But what was next, Dravis could never imagine.

Her forehead; it started to split. Not a crack, but as if a tight seal had opened; like it was made that way. Slime - and a foul smell - oozed from the crack as it traveled down her body from her forehead and downward. Dravis couldn't see it, but the 'crack' was also traveling up her head and then down her spine. In a quick, short moment, after watching the eerie sight, Zhudah's 'body' split, in two.... to the waist. Steam, slime, and a far stronger foul smell burst fourth, causing her to be unseen while the steam rose up. Dravis could suddenly see a few small tendrils wave about, but they didn't do anything to cause alarm. Once the steam rose up and away, what was left was an average humanoid form, but one more like the tall-tales of the Yuuzhan Vong. Yellow-tinted, bald, her body was absolutely scarred to hell. It looked like stitches were made with sharpened bones, all over her body, that eventually molded to her body. Whether this was self-inflicted, or as torture for her exile, was unknown. Her face, damaged beyond repair, seemed to be in some sort of healing process - but only to keep it whole and to stop it from tearing apart - not to fix. Her true face was revealed to Dravis, and her body, extremely fragile and soft due to the environment the 'body suit' kept her in. She was completely naked from her waist up. "Now you know my face, and you know I could be killed with less than a punch, or a gentle squeeze to my throat. I reveal my weakness to you, what is your response?"

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

A name to a face.

Dravis remained still as a statue as the Vong walked around, not flinching in the slightest as she stepped closer, nor as she stepped back, and locked him in with her. His dark eyes, ever shifting, ever burning, were still, his face unamused, waiting.

The first thing that shook him was the crack in her forehead. The crack that widened into a birth of sorts, as Zhudah pushed out from her shell, revealing her weakness. It would have been so easy to kill her then and now, Dravis' lightsaber traveling through her skull, unerringly. It was the safer play.

But the woman had to know he was once Sith, that these thoughts ran through his head. That was why he didn't strike. Not that she trusted him, but that he didn't trust her. There was more to this.

That, and she could be very useful.

"You should be careful who you trust, Vong." Drav's lightsaber flew to his hand, pointed directly at Zhudah's heart. But he didn't activate it, only letting his hand rest there. "Sith flock to weaknesses like a shark to blood. Keep yours hidden."

Dravis breezed past, walking to the door that separated him from his ship. He stopped at the wall, and looked over his shoulder.

"Be a dear and get the door?"

- [member="Zhudah Sakkel"] -​

 

[Zhudah Sakkel]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]


Unfortunately for Dravis, Zhudah was not intimidated by the Lightsaber. She knew if he was going to kill her, he would have done so already. Dark Force users can be greedy, or only kill when someone is in their way. But Zhudah offered him something, and it would have been a waste for him to kill her. "They are also selfish," she grinned, "and while you'll never admit it, you know what I can offer you. I'm not like Gisela, I won't subjugate you. My children... I am not biased, and I require little to no payment, as long as my children can leave the womb. You know that I can make you a god among men. You know the power of the Yuuzhan Vong." As she finished, her hand caressed the wall again, and the room which had hardened, softened up again. The dim lights came back and it didn't feel sealed. Yet it was, of course, to keep in the atmosphere. "Collect rare items, and I'll add them to my children, for your use. That's all I want."