Dear Diary....

[Ryn'Dhal]

Nar Shaddaa: 22:34 Local Time

The young Knight bit off more than he could chew this time. In his attempts to track down leads to a slaver ring specializing in the acquisition of Force Sensitive children, he had encountered acute resistance.

Deep in a place this kitty really shouldn't be in, he found himself pressed, caught under a level of firepower he'd not yet encountered on his lonesome before. He waited for a momentary lull in the barrage of blaster bolts and slug thrower rounds before making his move.

A mighty thrust, sent a massive crate careening through the air, slamming several of the slaver guard into the opposing wall. The chaos caused by the violent end of their comrades was the opening Ryn'Dhal needed to bolt through the nearest doorway. Sabers dancing as he ran, he deflected bolts where he could, and evaded slugs to the best of his ability. Every shot could be fatal, had he not had the Force guiding him.

After what felt like an eternity of running, the Slavers having given up the chase, the masked Knight took a moment's respite in an alley. Panting, he couldn't quite get that cramp in his ribs to ease up. Massaging the area only brought a sharp sting of agony. He happened to glance at the palm of his gloved hand, seeing that it was coated in a thick, dark, sticky substance. He realized, as his head kicked slightly towards one side, that it was blood. His blood.

"Well.... feth me to tears...." he muttered, as the ground rushed up to embrace him, darkness taking him. The last thought that passed through his mind as darkness claimed him was, Are those footsteps?

[member="Kitty"]​

 

[Kitty]

It wasn't a good idea for a cat to chew on their nails. The whole point of having sheathes for them is to preserve their sharp quality. However with nothing else to chew on Kitty compulsively committed the sin. Having recovered from her degrading depression her mind was now stuck on he who irked her out of it. That stupid Ryn. Her stance on the jedi had finally been set in stone and he has to throw it out of sorts all over again. Or actually no she wasn't sure. Her ex proved that the jedi were cultists who hated sith just because they were sith with every fiber of their being. Ryn was just like her ex, Orphen. Actually no he wasn't. Ryn already knew she was a sith and chose to assist her against her assassins anyways and left her alone with no apparent ulterior motives. But it didn't make sense, that kind of person shouldn't be a jedi. Unless he was stolen as a child and brainwashed in traditional jedi fashion but for whatever reason didn't go as usual. If that was the case she needed to rescue him from them. She'd probably have to take some drastic measures to undo what damage has been done and she had just the idea of how to do it.

Tracking Ryn down was no challenge for a trained assassin like herself. As she descended down to the corrupt planet of Nar Shaddaa she suited herself into her specialized assassin armor. It had been a long time since she had worn it and if felt like this private mission was significant in her return to action. Stalking from afar in a ship invisible to both radar and the eye Kitty waited for the right time to strike. She was rusty so she wanted to make sure she acted on the most advantages opportunity. The returning sith had seen a taste of the power her fellow Felecation had acquired and he was someone she could not under estimate. The urge to interject on the organization of slavers Kitty had never gotten around to exterminating overwhelming her target was almost too strong. This mission was suppose to be professional. Whatever wounds he sustained she'd most likely be able to patch up and it was best to wait till he and the slavers had exhausted themselves. However strange yet somewhat familiar emotions begged her to ignore logic and come to his aid before he sustained any damage.

As her mind and heart had it out with each other she almost missed Ryn collapsing and a persistent slaver walking up to him with a pistol in hand. She jumped out of her ship just as he was raising a pistol to Ryn's head to shoot him point blank. Kitty landed right on top of him crushing him beneath her feet. Her ship lowered and with the aid of the force Kitty picked up Ryn's limp body and jumped on the ramp of her ship. Even with the weight of her armor though the stubborn slaver managed to push out a couple of shots at her back before the ramp was closed. The lasers harmlessly hit her Bes'kar plating and in a flash her ship was gone.

The rescued jedi had a pretty nasty wound in his chest. Locking him up in her specially designed cage and removing her armor she got to work stopping the bleeding and healing his tissue. Once she finished Kitty was about to set the coordinates to her home world when she noticed a flaw in her plan. The cage was specifically designed to keep herself under control when traveling through hyperspace however she couldn't trust Ryn outside the cage during her greatest moment of helplessness until she rehabilitated the jedi infection in his brain. Whats more he suffered the same genetic disposition as herself and she was willing to bet while in hyperspace he would also lose control of himself. Pacing around Ryn's cage Kitty panicked, again reinforcing a habit of nail biting . She didn't know if he would soon regain consciousness and she couldn't travel through hyperspace which pretty much meant she couldn't travel anywhere. Of all the things that can and sometimes do go wrong in a mission this was not something she ever thought of happening. After all this was her very first mission she had a target that would not be dying by her blade.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

That thrum.... an engine....

The Jedi woke slowly, vision hazy, as his facilities began returning to him. The was a presence, faint, suppressed, and close by. Years of training, and years of familiarity both in the use of, and the witnessing if, the Art of the Small made recognizing it's practice, especially in close quarters and without conflicting Force presences to counter it, remarkably simple.

Whom the owner of the signature was, however, was much more difficult to discern, without prolonged interactions.

But, visual confirmation works.

"K-k-kitty?" the black furred felinoid croaked out, dehydration making vocalizing somewhat less than efficient. "Wha... who... How.... where am I? And...." he paused, leaning over, placing a claw experimentally against a bar of the cage, and dragging it down. ".... Not durasteel.... very nice. Practical."

Pulling himself into a seated position, not unlike a meditative pose, he faced his.... captor? His head inclined slightly, ears constantly shifting about, listening, retaining, but always, always one ear focused on [member=Kitty] at any given moment. "Twice now you've aided me.... actively saving my life this time.... I thank you.... but I must ask.... what are your plans for me?" he asked, head angling towards the other shoulder. He was calm, hoping deep down that this was not some dastardly plot. He hoped she was not out to confirm those who hurt her in the past.

But a wounded animal, sentient or not, is an unpredictable creature indeed.

 

[Kitty]

Kitty's frantic pacing came to an abrupt stop when Ryn uttered her name. Her frame remained completely frozen as Ryn assessed his surroundings her mind racing even faster searching for a solution and something to say. He seemed to quickly cope with the situation and asked her what she planned on doing with him. Taking a deep breath Kitty decided to clear her head with her own version of meditation verbal force meditation. It required her to be honest which she wasn't fond of but what was he going to do behind that cage. "Well your kindness tortured me for awhile. Time and time again I've been proven the jedi are terrible mind washing cultists who have stolen young babies in the interest of bolstering their numbers. It's also been proven to me that Jedi don't care who it is that holds a title of sith it doesn't matter. If they have that title they must die. But you are indeed truly different. Despite my caution from my betrayal it is quite clear you are different so I decided you needed to be separated from them and be rehabilitated. You deserve much better and being of my kin I feel it my obligation and privilege to do so. Although I've run into a bit of a snag. You see that cage is designed for me to keep me contained when traveling through hyperspace so I don't rip my own ship apart and kill myself. Problem is with you occupying it that means we can't travel through hyperspace." As Kitty spoke her emotions were carried through the force and felt by anyone of force sensitivity. She felt rage at the jedi, great sadness over Orphen's betrayal, hope for Ryn's recovery, and a faint hint of attraction.

Kitty felt much better now that her head was cleared and clean of all the thoughts and emotions that had been running through her. She was still worried about Ryn's reaction but at least now she could function and figure out a solution to her current predicament. Calling out for her droid Kitty had it fetch her a data pad and searched up transports for hire with fortified holding areas that fit her needs. She did this while listening to Orphen and watching his reaction only glancing down at her data pad every once in awhile.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn'Dhal shook his head slightly, before offering a slight chuckle. "Not all is as it seems. Unlike some of my peers, I choose to believe that not all who ascribe the Dark Side are monsters or demons, out to gobble down all that is innocent and pure in the universe. On that same note, not all who claim to be of the Light follow the actions such a claim would demand. Myself, I don't particularly view myself in the Light, OR the Dark. I do what I feel is right, and I can only hope that it is enough."

Onto the next issue, "As for hyperspace travel, how long of a jump are you expecting? I can maintain control over myself if I shift voluntarily, or I can go into a meditative state for the duration if it is for only a couple of days at most." he offered, head angling towards the opposite shoulder, ears pivoting about, one still maintaining orientation on her.

He knew not the depth of her plans, but humoring her on her desire to 'Rehabilitate' him couldn't be harmful. He genuinely believed she held no ill will towards the young Jedi.

Well, he genuinely hoped....

[member="Kitty"]​

 

[Kitty]

Kitty listened as Ryn confirmed her perceptions with his words. Calling her droid over she had it set course for the nearest transport that fit her requirements. At the same time she was listening to Ryn and was a little jealous that someone with a similar condition as her could actually control themselves in hyperspace. "I'm far more concerned about myself than you. It doesn't really matter the length of the trip. I'd last a couple hours at best and then lose it so the option of us both being in the cage isn't really an option. I'm also not going to let you out so I can occupy it." Kitty said before suddenly pausing. Now that Kitty thought about it that might not be that bad of an idea. If she could just find someway to secure all the weapons around and jump into hyperspace before swapping so that it couldn't be aborted, it could work. His cooperation set off warning bells in her head though. He seemed rather content with his situation to the point of even helping her out a little. Perhaps it was a set up to escape. No matter, if it was she would recapture him later but far more prepared.

Kitty gave Ryn an inquisitive look before taking off and gathering all the weapons in the ship including the ones she confiscated off Ryn's person earlier. Making her way to the proton torpedo launcher she opened up the automated loading system took out the occupying torpedo and stashed all the weapons in there before closing it up. She then made her way to the cockpit and set course for the planet of Felecat the home planet of both herself and Ryn. Unlike the majority of sith strangely coincidentally all having dead parents hers were still alive and the king and queen no less. She had secret sithy rooms installed under her bedroom there and this was the location she would rehabilitate Ryn in. Kitty instructed her droid to unlock her cage the moment she regained control and then proceeded back to Ryn. She opened the door up letting Ryn out and putting herself in. "You're going to want to keep a safe distance from this cage when I turn. My claws are even more deadly then they appear. One scratch is all it would take." A few moments later she would consider a little deeper what he had said about being neutral and taking his own path. Did he even need rehabilitating? "Why the jedi then?" She wouldn't be able to consider his answer much as hyperspace sickness began to set in and concentrating on anything quickly became impossible. Some 20 mins later she'd lose control and turn into a huge 1 ton cat. Eyes with an intent to kill bore through Ryn's skull as she lunged and clawed at the cage bars in a futile attempt to maul him every once in awhile directing her rage at the cage itself in frustration.

Eventually they would exit hyperspace into orbit at the closest safe distance to Felacat. It would take her a couple hours to calm down and regain control. In her rush she had forgotten to calculate in the time it would take for her to come to her senses Ryn could set a new hyperspace course and take off leaving her none the wiser till she regained herself at the new destination.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

He observed [member=Kitty] until the change, recoiling slightly in shock as she lashed out at him. A faint frown cast across his features, ears lowering, as he'd never witnessed the change from this vantage before. He would then move himself away from her room, hopeful that his lack of presence within would enable her to settle down to rest for the duration of their journey.

His wanderings found himself in the cockpit, where he observed their flight path, before sitting upon the ground, legs folded, tail wrapping about waist, and hands resting on knees. It took a few moments longer than usual to slip into his meditative trance, given their current state of hyperspace transit, but eventually he was disconnected from the corporeal, mentally and emotionally lost in the living Force.

He felt a calling upon his consciousness, his sabers reaching to him. Interesting.... torpedo launch bay.... he mused from his heightened state of awareness. Eventually he felt the ship return to conventional space.

This was his signal to return to the natural senses.

During the trance, he'd begun levitating, he preferred method of meditation, and as such, it was as if he were quite literally stepping out of the air, to begin waking. The kitchen space was his first location. He noted that there was not much in the way of cooking equipment, and that literally all edible material was meat. And raw.

Better than to go without. Selecting some tender bits of meat, he set them upon a plate, certain his travel partner would be of a more voracious state than himself, given the exertion of transformation, And set about seeking some sort of tea to make.

Sadly, his supplies were all in a torpedo bay. Seeking this out, he located a vast quantity of armaments, and frowned. Her distrust of him was great, and wounding. But, rather than retrieve his effects, he only took his tea, in hopes she might loosen her distrust and disdain for him.

He felt her consciousness beginning to stir as he returned to the kitchen, and began heating the water for the herbs.

Around the time Kitty would have acquired enough of her mental faculties and arrived in the kitchen from her search for her..... 'Guest', Ryn'Dhal would have just finished pouring each of them a glass of his tea.

Offering the brew to his companion, he offered a soothing smile. "Here. This normally helps me a lot after a bad shift, or a hyper jump." He'd say, before taking a healthy draw from his own glace, while sliding the tray of meat across towards the likely ravenous Kitty.

 

[Kitty]

Returning to normal operation and shifting back to her normal form Kitty left the cage with the help of her droid, Ryn didn't seem to be nearby. She supposed this was a moment of truth of sorts. Having had kidnapped him, most and definitely any jedi or sith would take this opportunity to escape. They still seemed to be over Felecat however he may be planning a surprise ambush. Wasn't exactly a tactic that worked against advance sensory creatures like themselves and she had a lot of confidence that he wouldn't be able to find his stuff or Kitty's own weapons. After all who the heck would think to look in the torpedo launch bay.

Making her rounds on the ship Kitty began looking for Ryn and before entering her ships tiny kitchen she knew he was there. Preparing herself for an ambush she forcefully threw open the door. She wished it had been an ambush as that would've made more sense. Instead she found him calmly offering her some tea as she burst in, tea that was supposed to be in the torpedo launch with the rest of his valuables. Bolting off Kitty made her way to the torpedoes as fast as she could. She quickly grabbed her two light sabers and examined what was left there, which was everything except the tea. He had somehow found the stash but only took the tea. He has had the greatest opportunity he will ever get and passed it up not even taking his weapons. Were she in his position this all would have gone much differently. Uncertain of his own fate kidnapped by a sith and he passes up a 100% sure fire escape or control taking opportunity and instead makes tea for his captor. Kitty knew he was different he had already proven himself yet she let her own views of the jedi shape how she saw him because he held the title jedi. To a much lesser degree this was exactly what she was pissed at the jedi for doing and she had done the very same thing.

Gathering Ryn's belonging she returned to Ryn a few moments later and presented them to him with her ears laid low in shame. Indeed she was very hungry and despite the situation dug into the meat presented for her, her ears attempting to lay lower. "I don't think I'm very good at kidnapping." Kitty said between slabs of meat. "I'm sorry."

Kitty still didn't get it. He follows his own path so why does he chose to associate with the jedi. Then she realized the same could be said about herself. She follows her own path yet still chooses to associate with the sith. She couldn't believe she's been so stupid. Kitty knew the philosophy of the sith and knew what the sith were like. She also knew the philosophy of the jedi but she didn't actually know what the jedi were like. In truth she had only come across a handful. Now she wanted to learn before she could truly take a stance. Her ears still low she meekly decided to ask Ryn a very selfish question especially considering the recent events that had transpired. "Is there any way I could follow you?"

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

He couldn't help but smile as she apologized. "You see.... Kidnapping works best, if it's someone you hold ill-will for, or holds ill-will for you." he replied, his rich, soothing voice carrying a gently rolling purr within as he spoke. A heavy draw of his tea, before setting the glass down again, his eyes never leaving @Kitty.

Then, she spoke of following him. "Follow me? However do you mean?" he asked, head angling towards one shoulder, ears splaying at angles, making his genuine confusion clear to the female. He was unsure. Did she mean to learn from him? To spy upon him? Or to literally follow him, like a shadow? A stalker? He was unsure how to answer. "I do not believe I would be in any position to tell you not to. You are your own person, and your decisions are not my own to dictate. Influence? Maybe, if you permit me to do so, but never to control." He continued wearing that soft smile, as he looked towards his tea, swirling the glass slightly, allowing the liquid within to dance just so. "We are all products of those we allow to influence us. Our friends. Our instructors. Family. Those held in the heart with love, and those held in hate. But at the end of the day, we are what we allow ourselves to be, base on what we choose to let impact us."

He paused, looking up at Kitty, before his ears would drop towards his sides, his fur standing slightly on end in embarrassment. Kitty, having the same condition, would likely be able to recognize their own unique tell-tale signs of a blush, as he coughed slightly in an attempt to mask it. "I'm sorry.... going all.... philosophical there...." he apologized, a sheepish smile on his face, as he brought his eyes to meet hers once more. "So.... how exactly do you mean to... 'follow me'?"

 

[Kitty]

"Usually any that has ill will towards me or I them is dead long before any kidnapping can happen." Kitty replied. She was about to respond to his question too but he went philosophical on her. Her ears perked in curiosity as he went on a tangent. He seemed a little embarrassed about it too and the cough made it seem he was embarrassed about being embarrassed or that she was reading too much into it. "It's fine I like philosophical, but if I didn't get your permission that would kinda make me a stalker which I am most the time but I'm not trying to kill you and I like you." Now it was Kitty's turn to be embarrassed as she recalled a specific feeling she let loose before they had gone into hyperspace. Kitty willfully perked her ears back up but there wasn't much she could do about her fur. "Well umm follow as in like a pet I guess...could work. I make a pretty convincing pet." Kitty said recalling her days as a slave or rather a pet slave. "I still can't willfully shift but I can remain shifted indefinitely and have had many years of practice in the pet role. I just want to know more about you." Kitty realized how that could be interpreted and maybe she wanted it to be interpreted that way but regardless she couldn't do anything to attempt to disguise this round of embarrassment that washed over her and her tail thrashed around a bit behind her. Kitty took a few sips of her tea to try to calm down and distract herself.

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[Ryn'Dhal]

He couldn't help but give a little bit of laughter. It was a rich, almost musical sound. Smiling at [member="Kitty"], he shook his head slightly. "I would never disrespect you in such a manner as to have you accompany me as a pet. No... I would very much prefer your company as you are. In your natural state."

His smile never faltered, while his tail swished in a calm, almost pleasant manner behind him. "After all... it is not only you who would like to know more about their traveling companion. And I feel being as we are now would make communications significantly easier. Who knows, there is much we can learn from each other, as well as about each other."

He reached out, grasping the pot of tea, refreshing his glass, before motioning an offer to refresh Kitty's glass as well. After returning the pot to the table surface, he took a draw before giving a slight nod. "Perhaps I can help you learn my meditative techniques, or to voluntarily shift, in order to better maintain control during hyperspace travel like I do." he offered, that still warm smile seemingly cemented upon his face.

He was not fully certain what she meant by 'like', but he had some suspicions based on her reaction after saying it. His own confusion was all that kept him from questioning further. He was uncertain he was quite ready to see how far that rabbit hole would go....

 

[Kitty]

Ryn's warm laughter brightened Kitty up a bit. "I'd love to accompany you as I am and would be more than happy if you taught me the things you've learned to help with hyper travel and shifting. Though going as I am presents a few complications. I never go anywhere without my light sabers with the exception of that one time at the jedi temple which didn't go so well. How could we explain someone with light sabers and nearly no force presence following you around. One idea I suppose would be to claim I'm your padawon." Kitty said with a chuckle. She was serious about the idea but masquerading as a jedi padawon was so opposite to who she is she found it funny. It could also prove to be great fun though. Kitty stood up and made sliding motions bumping herself into Ryn's side. Her tail was slightly raised in excitement for things to come. "So whats next Master?" Kitty said with an extra emphasis and bit of tease on the last word.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

"Perhaps.... that could make a viable excuse. And we could potentially explain away the color as you acquired them from combat or a mission?" he mused, until she made momentary physical contact with him, and teasingly called him 'Master'. A thrill, like electricity, coursed through his body, starting at the tip of his tail, arching up his spine, to end with his ears standing bolt-upright. His fur was largely on end, as he went into a slight coughing fit to ease his sudden tension, and to coax his fur into smoothing out, in a feeble attempt to conceal his embarrassment.

As she would surely take note at his reaction to her, his fur remained roughed and on end upon his face, the equivalent of a furious blush. "I... uh.... um.... sorry...." he apologized sheepishly, shaking his head. "Foolish imagination enjoys messing with the rest of my mind by reading more into most simple circumstances than it should. Makes simple situations a lot more complicated for me than it should be." he explained, his blush not receding even the tiniest bit.

Looking in the direction of the cockpit, and consequently the world of Felecat, Ryn nodded slightly. "Seeing as we're here... might as well visit the home of our people? Perhaps learn a little something of myself I never had the chance to learn before." he suggested, looking back to [member="Kitty"], his blush deepening upon eye-contract with the female.

 

[Kitty]

Kitty silently agreed. She could pretend she killed a couple sith which was more than true and took their lightsabers as trophies hoping to make a name for herself as a sith killer. She didn't get to muse about it much longer though as Ryn's reaction to her contact startled her. Confusion was in her body language until he explained. "Could simply ignore the fantasies your brain conjures until they come true. So go on as normal until they do happen and then you can be delightfully surprised." Kitty said before putting herself back into Ryn's side her eyes dilating a little and tail quivering. Wait what was she implying. She was acting before thinking at the moment. "You know I kinda owe you since I put you through this whole mess." She said placing a claw on his chest and tracing it down a ways before abruptly stepping away. What was she doing, her claws were too dangerous to put anywhere close to the flesh of someone she didn't intent to kill. She could have easily made the same action with claw retracted. Why was she making that motion in the first place. Just a moment ago he was a questionable prisoner and now she was getting really friendly.

Kitty cleared her throat and mentally snapped out of it as well as physically. "Repay you by throwing a feast for your first visit to your home world. Droid set course for the palace!" Kitty said as if correcting herself. She quickly made her way to the cockpit of the ship with her droid not that she could be of any help there. She just needed to process.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

He stared as she left, dumbfounded. Had she....

Did she....

Was she....... Flirting???

He sat, slowly, unsteadily, into his seat. Shakily, he took a sip of his tea, attempting to process what just transpired. After what felt like an eternity of introspection, but was hardly a minute, the young Jedi cleared his throat, and collected what confidence he could muster, and sought out the woman who was confounding him more than any trial any of his Master's could have ever devised for him.

Reaching the cockpit, he stood watching, unseen and unheard, though she likely knew he was there by his presence alone. He swallowed hard, before attempting to speak, to offer an apology. He caused her distress, caused her confusion. His apologetic nature, partly from his slave days, and equally part of his nature of putting others before himself, that nature made it hard for him to not take blame.... even when there was none to take.

Speaking softly, his rich, soothing voice filling the cockpit, "I.... apologize.... for embarrassing you.... or.... causing discomfort....." should [member="Kitty"] look at him, she'd see the large felinoid lightly clasping his hands in front of him, tail low and mostly still, and ears folded in an almost submissive, apologetic gesture.

How can one so large, look so small?

But more importantly, how can one so well traveled, so well trained, be so dumb when it comes to interpersonal relationships, especial with women?

Oh....

Wait....

That's right....

Male....​

Spoiler

OOC: Cause guys r dumb about girls. True story.

 

[Kitty]

Still lost in her processing and unsure of her reaction should she look at him Kitty chose to remain distracted, though she still listened to his words. "No don't worry you didn't...you didn't embarrass me or anything." Nope she couldn't help herself, she turned around to look at him. What she saw made her sad he almost looked uncomfortable. This wasn't a side Kitty had really seen of Ryn yet and it was unusual. She kind of felt it was her fault for her earlier behavior and a large part of her was happy about that for some reason. That part of her took it as a positive response. "We probably just need to calm down or something. I mean I did just kidnap you. We'll see how we feel after a good feast." Kitty grabbed a datapad and contacted the palace staff ahead of time to prepare a feast.

Landing on the planet surface Kitty escorted Ryn into the royal palace of Felecat. A couple guards greeted her as she came in and looked a little confused as it was rare she brought a Felecatian with her as in never before had she done so at least not one they didn't recognize. Making their way down the halls of purple and blue Kitty would lead him to the dinning room where a feast was prepared on a rather large table. Kitty's father and mother were seated in two chairs at the end of the long table that stretched the majority of the room. Kitty walked over and pulled out a chair for Ryn before she sat in an adjacent one. "Mom, dad, this is Ryn. Ryn this is my parents the king and queen of Felecat." Kitty said.

The king was the first among them to address Ryn. "Welcome Ryn. Our daughter has never actually brought one of her own kind for dinner so believe me when I say you are very welcome here." He then turned to address Kitty. "Welcome home Kitty. I really wish you'd give us notice before hand about what new face you were bringing to our table next. Speaking of which where is Orphen? When you two left you seemed to be attached to the hip."

"I don't want to talk about it." Kitty replied reaching for the nearest plate of unfortunately cooked meat enjoying it non the less despite its loss of flavor. The queen noticed nothing on the table had been prepared raw and snapped her fingers, the gesture directed at the waiter who took a moment to realize what she was snapping for. The waiter quickly disappeared to find some quality raw meat.

The king visibly got upset. He was a normal felecatian so he didn't display the feline emotions Kitty or Ryn did but his building rage was quite clear. "Was it Ferus? Did Ferus kill him? So help me I don't care if he is a dark lord of the sith! I will make sure he pays for interfering with my daughters happiness....especially happiness secluded from the sith." He grumbled the last part.

"I said I don't want to talk about it!" Kitty said a little angrily her disrupted force presence effecting the lighting by making it flicker a couple times.

There was an awkward silence for a short amount of time before the queen decided to change subjects. "So Ryn. I see you suffer a similar condition to our daughter. It is extremely rare with our daughter being the only one we knew about first hand. On one hand I'm impressed she was able to find someone suffering from the same condition and on the other I'm not. I hear she is pretty good at finding people unfortunately for them. Excuse me for the concern but you aren't going to shift and destroy everything are you?"

"Mom!" Kitty shouted. "For once can we just have a normal dinner with a guest and not discuss the things you guys don't understand. For your information he is far better at controlling himself than I am. In fact you prolly should be more concerned about me because I'm near the tipping point."

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn'Dhal relaxed visibly when [member="Kitty"] stated he didn't embarrass her. He nodded, relenting to her dedication to a feast. In short order they were landed, and almost rushed off to meet her parents. Ryn'Dhal gave a proper, respectful, formal bow to the royal couple as they were introduced, though his tail went momentarily rigid, before snaking about his waist to conceal his discomfort, when the King referenced him, and their own daughter, as being something other than Felacatian's. He mentally shrugged off the perceived slight.

Then, the king began speaking of Orphen. Concerned for Kitty, Ryn'Dhal began, mostly unconsciously, radiating a calm in the Force, hoping to diffuse a scene before it could happen. But, unfortunately, his gifting in such an area was weak, at best. After the outburst though, the Queen addressed Ryn'Dhal himself with a question of her own. He prepared to answer, when Kitty angrily shouted again. Ryn'Dhal raised a hand, a calming gesture, looking first to Kitty. "It is quite alright, not only are our natures uncommon, I am a stranger, even in the world my parents likely once called home." Looking then to the Queen, Ryn'Dhal's disarming smile continued, "As for myself, and my control, I learned early to control my shifting. Pain was a strong motivator." He murmured the last part, eyes going out of focus, as if he were staring over the Queen's shoulder to the distant past.

Shaking his head slightly, a soft chuckle escaped him. "This is my first time on Felecat. I was born to a slave couple, just over twenty years ago, on Nar Shaddaa." His gaze went to his hands, as he looked them over, back and palms, before extending, and retracting his claws, one at a time. "Being...... unique.... I fetched a high price on the slave markets.... Years of abuse, fear, and humiliation, tempered me. Honed me. Taught me a level of control I never realized was uncommon in a youth until years after I was rescued from my captivity...."

His gaze, along with the orientation of both of his ears, snapped back to the Queen, his gentle smile returning once more to his face, before continuing. "So, in short, no, my fair Queen. I am never a threat." Unless one forces me to be.... he finished the sentence silently to himself. He then reached towards a plate holding some fruit. Unlike Kitty, his digestive system was not prohibitively carnivorous. Being an omnivore, he did tend to favor meat, but he was never one to pass up a chance at trying something new, and whatever fruit this was, it was definitively new to him.

He also made a mental note to ask Kitty who this Ferus was.... another time, in private. If he was a threat to Kitty, then Ryn'Dhal would need to know as much as he could, in case an encounter were to happen down the road....

 

[Kitty]

Kitty's ear twitched at Ryn's murmur. While regular folk such as her parents probably wouldn't have realized he had said anything more let alone hear it, Kitty's ears rarely missed anything. The way she was wasn't all disadvantages. Reflecting on her own experiences pain never really helped her any. No doubt she was more fortunate than most to have endured a minimal amount of pain, she knew it wouldn't help her any. After all the mental pain she carried was far worse than anything anyone could do to her physically.

The young Felecatian realized how little she knew of Ryn as he spoke of his history. Though on the other hand it wasn't like he knew much about her either. It was striking how similar their history was though and yet at the same time so different. Both of them were taken from their parents though one was adopted by sith and the other adopted by jedi. Both of them were slaves though she experienced more of a mental pain and conditioning while he seemed to have experienced a more physical one. They both had a very rare condition though she had basically no control over the down sides of it while he seemed to have it pretty in check.

Ryn seemed not to like the escalation and took action somewhat subtly gesturing for Kitty to settle down. Which was for the better as she really was near the tipping point and that could turn into quite the mess. As Kitty took noticed of Ryn's interest of a nearby fruit and went after it she realized there must be subtle differences in the way their conditions manifested. She was strictly a carnivore while he seemed to have more options.

"Well I like him. That's good enough for me." The king commented taking an interest of his own in the food prepared before him. Around this time the waiter returned heading straight to Kitty with a platter of raw meat which she perked up at seeing.

"That's good to hear." The queen said in response to Ryn. "So far the majority of guests Kitty has brought have been quite a bit of a potential threat. The first person of which almost killed us." Kitty probably would have had something to say in response to that if she hadn't been so fixated on the fresh raw meat she was now scarfing down.

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[Ryn'Dhal]

It was sometime later, after the meal, where Ryn found himself in a guest room that was to be his reading quarters for the duration of his stay. [member="Kitty"] had even given him back his personal effects. His lightsabers were tucked out of sight beneath his tunic, at the small of his back, and his quarterstaff returned to its proper place within his grasp.

After having given his stomach a good hour to settle and rest, he headed out of the room, in search of a safe place to exercise and train. Since being picked up by Kitty, he'd not had any real opportunity to stretch and work properly. A servant directed him to where he wished to go.

Inside, there were a few of the Royal Guard training, and after a brief introduction with the one leading the training, one who's unit had actually conveniently been their escort to the Royal Feast, Ryn was permitted an area to train in peace.

He carefully removed his tunic, keeping his sabers hidden in the bundle upon the bench nearby. He made note of the various reactions the different guards made at the sight of his countless scars, visible through the fur upon his torso.

Stepping into the middle of the ring with his quarterstaff, he began his rotations. One unfamiliar with the saber forms of the Jedi would simply find his actions to be a mildly hypnotic martial dance, his massive form displaying a level of grace one would never have expected, without the aid of the Force no less.

But to one trained in saber-play, elements of both Forms III and IV could be seen in the elegant dance.

At the close of his martial dance, he sprang up, balancing his weight upon the quarterstaff, his feet, and even his tail, bracing, as he seemed as if he were scanning the horizon for something unseen, before tumbling forward off of the pole, bringing it overhead with the roll, before slamming it mightily upon the mat, the sound echoing terribly throughout the training hall.

The assembled guards, who's presence Ryn had all but forgotten in his exercise, erupted into applause, to which the young Jedi accepted with equally humility and embarrassment, a shy grin upon his face.

 

[Kitty]

After they had finished eating Ryn inquired about a study or somewhere for him to read. A servant was fetched who would escort the guest to wherever he pleased and would also show him the luxurious guest quarters he would occupy should he chose to stay for the night or more.

Kitty took quite a bit longer than Ryn to finish as she was quite famished after their hyperspace trip. Once Kitty was finished she got up to leave. "Thanks mom and dad for joining me and my guest for dinner and thanks for interrogating him." Kitty said sarcastically about the last part and with a hint of annoyance.

"We barely said anything?" The king responded not sure why his daughter was upset.

"The first guest you brought nearly killed us and we never know who you're bringing next or even when. One moment your gone for three years and the next your bringing someone new to our doors. Doors which are suppose to be extremely secure with many who really want to visit on the planet never being permitted. After being presumed dead you just show back up at our doorstep and abuse our assets." The queen defended and accused.

Kitty was just about out of the room having no intention in responding but that last thing hit a strong nerve. Kitty spun around grabbing her light sabers, igniting them, and taking a threatening stance towards her parents. "Well if your getting suspicious maybe I should kill you and ascend to the throne, take all your precious assets for myself. Only I don't need them. I have a decent fortune myself and connections you couldn't dream of. If I wanted to I could settle in somewhere far more secure then this palace and planet. But no instead I come seeking you guys out to reestablish a connection with my parents. I even move in after my previous home was raided. Maybe you should reconsider your stance on the sith after all you have similar attitudes accusing people of getting closer to you simply to acquire more power and I quote abuse you. Maybe instead...........instead of............of................................" Kitty was cut off as she futilely tried to hold back from transforming.

"Oh gods." The queen and king said in unison as they saw Kitty begin to shift. "Set your guns for stun! That's my daughter and I'll have the head of anyone who harms her." The king said as he rushed his mate to safety and guards burst through the walls into the room. They had been placed in such a special fashion in case Kitty's guest was a threat. There weren't many though as they perceived the potential threat to be minimal. By the time the guards were in Kitty was transformed and already killing the guards closest to her with her claws that shred through their armor like a hot knife through Nerf butter. The other guards attempted to stun her into unconsciousness but with no success beyond temporarily slowing her down with each hit.

It took a bit after Kitty had already eradicated all life in several rooms before a guard was actually able to escape and call for backup. After Ryn's applause the overhead speaker in the room would come alive with a out of breath and shaken voice. "We need back up, casualties are rapidly raising. The princess has lost control and our stuns are doing nothing to stop her."

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