Avreet slept like never before. With his usually sharp senses completely dulled by alcohol, it would not be hard to kill him in a similar manner the Dark Side suggested to kill the female Jedi Knight. In fact, had any assassin, or anyone for that matter, decided to kill the Mon Calamari Sith Lord during this very night, they would have found the task to be easy, trivial even. Nothing in the galaxy had enough power to wake him up and the amphibian did not want to leave the realm of dreams either; his mind imagined approaching his former Master. The Togruta was not just any Sith Lady in this dream, she was an Empress that ruled the whole galaxy. Slowly pacing towards the throne of the great Empress, Avreet swells with pride, bringing her the dress. He can feel the jealousy of other Sith standing around, watching him as he walks on a red carpet and approaches the throne, noting his Master's characteristic dark smile that is both creepy and beautiful at the same time. There is nothing to be worried of, as he is her greatest apprentice - and also the only one to have survived her training - and the dress is truly exquisite. The Togruta observes the gift after Avreet hands it to her, then her smile grows wider as she looks back at her former student. Their eyes meet and Avreet suddenly feels as if his head is going to explode... and then nothing.
Having never been drunk before also meant he had not encountered the headache that followed in the morning. Grunting upon the realization he was in a hotel with a Jedi and not in a throne room with Grima, Avreet rises from the bed, almost vomiting upon swiftly standing up, touching his head with his webbed hand and taking slow and deep breaths. The pain was more annoying than anything, definitely not as bad as Force lightning, but still, it felt as if a large shard of glass got stuck in his brain. His first, careful steps carried him towards the bathroom, where he finally received some form of relief in form of a cold shower. This pushed the pain away enough for him to actually think about what exactly led to his current state. Memories quickly came to him and he could not believe his foolishness of drinking so much. And in a Jedi's presence!
After leaving the shower, he stratched his muscles by doing several basic exercises and found the heap that was made of his clothes and took one of the curved lightsaber hilts, igniting the crimson blade and doing the traditional Makashi salute, greeting an imaginary opponent that appeared opposite of him, morroring the movements of the Sith. This was something Avreet did quite often and almost became a morning ritual. Parrying the blows of his invisible foe, trading jabs and light slashes with him, sidestepping; it all ended when he launched his right hand holding the lightsaber forward, stabbing the imagination in the chest.
Satisfied with his skill despite his state, the young Sith tossed the lightsaber on the bed and knelt on the carpet, completely ignoring the fact he was still naked since there was nobody inside the room to see him. He wished to meditate for a while and feel the water on his sensitive skin drying up. It was quite refreshing, actually. Much to his pleasure, he also discovered the Dark Side no longer made any attempts to claim his mind. It became his tool to bend the Force again and nothing more. It almost seemed suspiciously peaceful, but that was another sign the Dark Side returned to its ordinary way of trying to corrupt him; patiently waiting until he filled his body with plenty of Dark Side and unleashed its destructive potential. Instances like that were very rare and always in times of great need, but effectively turned the restrained Sith into a killing machine that could kill dozens just by pointing at them and releasing the Dark Side itself. The Force also let him know of the Light Side presence nearby, indicating that Corvus was still in her room.
In his meditation, Avreet did not forget to think of Yr'il and wish her tormented soul peace in the Void, saying his farewell. One of his dear friends to die before the war between the Republic and the Sith Empire even ended. Consumed by the Dark Side, the woman became little more than a sadistic killer, renaming herself to Ghenna to symbolically kill her old self. Just as symbolically, Avreet often said his goodbyes to the young woman was and yet was not dead.
After the act of remembrance, the Mon Cal got up and finally put on his clothes before sitting in front of the holographic projection created by the computer and going through the list of available services. He settled with a cup of tea and pastries, all of which was swiftly delivered to the room and he took it as Kana. While eating the breakfast, the Sith Lord checked the HoloNet for any breaking galactic news. As always, he found most of the articles to be about the ongoing conflicts. And just as expected, most of it was propaganda. One article portrayed the One Sith as the greatest monsters in the history of the galaxy while another showed them as benevolent rulers worried about their subjects. As always, the truth lied in the middle. Still no news on the ship repairs on his mail.
Stretching his muscles again once finished with the meal, his mind easily bent the light and sound, making him appear like the blonde friend of Corvus. With that, Avreet leaves the room, offering Corvus' slave an apologetic smile before he enters the room of the Jedi Knight, only to find the woman to be in a meditation. There, the illusion vanishes. Avreet had no doubt she could feel him through the Force, sensing his approach.
"Good morning," he greeted her with a friendly smile, clasping his hands behind his back. "First off, let me say I am sorry for any inappropriate behavior I might have displayed yesterday," the Mon Cal said. Despite remembering much, he could not be entirely sure he remembered everything. "I still stand by everything I have said before drinking, of course."
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
