Girl's Night

[Faye Terrik]

[No PVP, please. Try to keep it social.]

Group: [member="Xhexania"] | [member="Vrag"] | @Akali
Location: Haradesh, Tera Lush
Objective: Acquire funds for Girl's Night.


Unknown Regions. Yeah, that summarized it pretty well for Faye. She had little experience in the wider scope of the Galaxy, spending her first eighteen years in the underbelly of Nar Shaddaa. To her, everywhere was an Unknown region, not just what the map told her was. It was a mindset that was hard to live by, especially in the semi-nomadic lifestyle she had taken up as of recent when she had been recruited by both the One Sith, as well as the Red Ravens. But she was slowly beginning to see the wide range of the Galaxy, and it thrilled her to see more than the criminal lifestyle that Nar Shaddaa had taught her to be norm.

The transport vessel shook lightly as it came into the atmosphere of the planet. She was not the only one on the ship, though. Three other Acolytes, plus a few others were on the ship, in transit from Sith territory into this Fringe planet, not far from the edge of the Galaxy. A superior had suggested that the Acolytes travel together, if leaving Sith Space. It was not an idea that Faye was opposed to. One may not have gotten that impression from her, based on how she had spent her time during the travel. The teenager had spent her time alone, attempting to 'communicate' with the Force. Meditation, as some preferred to call it. Little effort was made, though. An aliment of fear in hyperspace travel, coupled with the excitement made it difficult for her to stay focused.

The girl, however, had caught a glimpse of the others. They were all humanoid, but all unique in their own way. The most apparent was the blue-skinned Chiss, who looked younger than the others in the group. The other two were more human-like, bar one notable difference on each that she had seen. One bore pupil-less eyes, and the other stood much taller than the others. Faye, on the other hand, was short and red-haired, with the body type more akin to a slicer.. or beggar. She had an out of place appearance, or at least she felt that way.

The hydraulics wheezed slightly as the ship landed on one of the docking bays in one of the larger cities of Tera Lush. Faye had given up her attempts at meditation and was the first down the ramp and onto the dock. The city looked like a much less developed than anywhere she had been, a possible failed attempt at mimicking the world-sprawled cities of Coruscant or Nar Shaddaa. Faye breathed in the fresh air and set a hand on her hip, curious as to where they would go first.

 

[Vrag]

[member="Faye Terrik"] | [member="Alaki"] | [member="Xhexania"]

It had been another hard day of training in one of the many rooms of the Temple on Coruscant, and it would've been completely unusual and unremarkable if it weren't for him. A particularly nasty sparring partner had driven Vrag up the wall by the end of their session; not so much with his skill as he did so with his words. The firrerreo wasn't a very talkative person in general, but there was a special place reserved in her heart for those who liked small talk, and it was full of hatred and animosity. The man had been infuriating, and with a woman such as Vrag, with whom anger boiled just beneath the surface at all times, getting a raise out of her wasn't all that hard. And boy, did he do it well.

She had punished him, too, and with great satisfaction as her knuckles were colored red by a blood that wasn't her own. She'd gotten so caught up in the moment, even, that one of the others had to pull her off the poor man. Serves him right, the Sith fumed, but the boy wasn't done yet; he just had to utter a parting jibe.

'You need to relax, sweetheart' — famous last words.

What he'd said had stayed with her, however, and she'd been unable to shake it for days afterwards. Be it by coincidence or fate, she overheard some mentions of a trip to Unknown space and decided that it was as good a chance as any to try and work off some steam.

Still; baby steps. To the great dismay of the male locale, the Sith who descended to the landing pad after [member="Faye Terrik"] was her complete opposite in terms of clothing. Vrag was nowhere near willing to part with her armor, even if they were visiting allied territory; you could never be too careful with these things.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Staring out a viewport with her hood draped casually over her head and hands clasped behind her back, Xhexania's eyes gazed at the passing stars. She despised space travel. It wasn't just the threat of being attacked, even though her pilot skills were nothing to brag about, but the coldness of space that annoyed her. Coming from the lush, mist infested , warm, wet world of Dagobah, she could not shake the chills of space. Her Master had instructed her to deal with this for as a member of the Sith, and being her Apprentice, it would be required of her to travel from one world to another. So here she was, trapped inside the belly of a flying mechanical beast cruising toward the planet of Tera Lush. There wasn't much about this planet that appealed to her but given her past experiences, anything could happen. Starting with being assigned to small contingent of Sith. One of the Sith she knew, not personally was called Vrag, was at the invasion of that water world, Maanan. One was unknown to her, a short red-haired girl that answered to Faye. The other, a Chiss named Alaki, was not even Sith but a wretched Dark Jedi she had some dealings with on another planet. Together they formed this little group whose main purpose it seemed was to, relax?

Overhead, one of the transport vessel's speakers announced they had reached their destination and the process of descending was about to commence. With a sigh, Xhexania turned from the blackness of space and drifted toward the turbolift that would take her to the staging area. It seemed that their main objective was to procure funds, in any method they desired, and enjoy themselves. Not knowing how the others felt, but Xhexania was a killer and she felt an overwhelming sensation of disgust that her talents were being put to waste. However, on the other side of the credit chip was the potential that she might even enjoy this outing. It was, she had to admit, refreshing to be somewhere in the galaxy where people, mainly her rivals, were not trying to eradicate her.

With a near silent whoosh the doors to the turbolift opened before her. The button that sent the lift to descend to the docking bay level turned green, the doors shut, and Xhexania went south. Closing her eyes, she began to recite the Code of the Sith, something she had indoctrinated into an almost ritualistic preset before heading out into the unknown, and when her words fell quiet, the doors opened and she stepped out into the docking bay. Though she hated flying, she was fascinated by the craftsmanship that went into the designs of the several different class of ships employed in the galaxy. Perhaps, maybe, one day she will learn the basics of piloting and learn to embrace space travel. But she wasn't holding her breath that would occur anytime soon.

Ignoring the brief glances from the Imperial soldiers, Xhexania moved to the vessel's main bay doors and wiated for the others to asemble.


[member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Alaki"]

 

[Bubák]

It was not often Alaki had the opportunity to travel the galaxy. Dark Jedi serving the Sith usually spent most of their time in one of the Temples, and if they did travel, it was either to train in another Temple or to fulfil a mission that required them. No exceptions! Travelling anywhere anytime they wanted meant wasting the precious resources of the One Sith Empire, something unacceptable when it came to Dark Jedi filth. Scum like them had to become actual Sith first before reaping the benefits of being one. It was fairly logical; why to waste resources on those not loyal or not strong enough, those weaklings who have joined the Sith and betrayed the Jedi Order simply to save their own skin? What ensured those weaklings would not simply take the first ship they set their eyes upon and flew back to the Jedi? All those who have abandoned the Jedi path had to display their commitment, show their loyalty and fall deep enough into the abyss of the Dark Side to never be redeemed by the Light.

Unfortunately for the young Chiss, she had yet to earn the title of a Sith Acolyte. As such, the opportunity to travel alongside actual Sith had taken her back and at first she did not know whether to accept the offer or not. It was not appropriate for a Dark Jedi to share a ship with Sith Acolytes, but it was that or not embarking on the journey at all. The blue skinned teen barely paid any attention to the purpose of this ‘mission’. She wanted to see the galaxy without having to fear for her life for once! Meet new people, meet non-Force sensitives who were more than the Sith slaves working in the Temple, possibly eat some exotic hot meal. The fallen Padawan did not need much more to be happy and relax, a result of being purposely mistreated by the Sith to learn how to hate.

There was one problem with her dream; she did not have any money. Indeed, as a Dark Jedi Padawan, the only things she had right to own were the two lightsaber hilts hanging on her belt. That, plus the tattered tunic and pants that made her appear like a homeless. If she were not trying to become a Sith, she would have seriously considered playing the pity card and begged like any proper vagabond did. Obviously, she could not rely on kindness of the Sith Acolytes, as they had none to spare for anyone, less on a pathetic nobody like her. For all she knew, they wanted to kick her out of the transport and would have done so if not for the fact it would have killed all of them.

Completely avoiding any and all eye contact with the others, the Chiss remained silent in her dark corner, having no other company that Lord Vader. And the Dark Side, of course, the intoxicating and sweet lover that gave her hope of ever becoming powerful and worthy of being a Sith. Drawing the energy of the Dark Side into her body, the young Padawan spent most of the journey in a meditation-like state. Only after the ship landed and the voice announced it to the passengers, the motionless statue came to life and stood up, ignoring the others and swiftly making her way to the exit, leaving the ship as swiftly as she could before anyone got an idea of trying their new powers on her. Not like she’d simply let them; Lord Vader itself had told her its amber blade wished to finally kill something, referring to the Acolytes she had defeated and spared because she thought death to be too merciful.

The docking bay she was cold, and having ragged clothes on her body certainly did not help her to overcome the sensation. Several voices of chatter could be heard somewhere nearby, but Alaki paid it little attention, looking at the signs on the walls and searching for the right way to get out. After finding the way to the main exit, she silently padded towards it, not going too close to the Sith Acolyte she had met before and who already stood there, awaiting the others.

[member="Xhexania"]
[member="Vrag"]
[member="Faye Terrik"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

(Totally have to join this, on account of you all being fething awesome and choosing my custom planet to venture to...plus need to make OS buddies lol)

With a flick of a wrist, the man whom hovered in mid-air was flung towards the nearest wall, where upon contact a sickening crunch sounded. Moving slowly, like a predator stalking prey, as that was exactly what was happening, Hera smiled a thing of nightmares mixed with icy coldness, "Where is my money? I can certainly keep this up for a long while. That was just one bone! You have, what, 200 more?"

The large man attempted to regain his feet, wobbling and stumbling all the way, to Hera's amusement. Activating her lightsaber whip, Hera swung her body in a 360 spin, that coiled the plasma above her head, until she flung her arm downward. The result was a loud hissing crack, that left a massive cut that stretched down his chest from shoulder to pelvis, red and oozing, his shirt torn along the line.

Letting the whip hang loosely, she reached a hand outward, closed her fist slightly, and smiled that cruel smile once more, "What? Can't answer?"

"Go to hell you bi-" The man began, but then her hand clenched further closed, which now focused the Force, choking the mans large throat.

"No. No words like that in my presence. Only kind ones such as, 'yes I have your money.', or 'your cash is nearby', ok?" He nodded a swift jerk of the head at her words, so she opened her hand just a bit, and with it the pressure alleviated just a bit from choking him to death...

Then she threw her hand a lot rougher than before, sending all six feet of his body tumbling foot over head through the air once more, to her glee as another break sounded, "199."

A meek mumble emanated from under the mans face down position. Walking forward, she drew back a leg far stronger than it looked, and placed a rib busting kick into his side, "What was that? Speak up!"

"ITS ALL IN CREDS UNDER THE FLOORBOARD!!" The man roared in agony.

Hera smiled, then ended the man's misery with a swift heel into the back of his skull. It took less than ten minutes to locate the cash, then another fifty, before she found herself before a group of woman all near the exit ramp of shuttle on one of the main Lushian landing pads. She eyed them a moment, digging deep into her senses, to read who they were....Sith.

That same cold smile spread across her face. In her right hand she clutched a bag of roughly thirteen thousand credits; all thanks to selling a small village from the other side of the planet to slavery.

[member="Xhexania"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Faye Terrik"]

 

[Faye Terrik]

[[Apologies. This post feels lacking, but I wanted to get a second post out before I went to sleep]]

[member="Hera Naroix"] | [member="Alaki"] | [member="Xhexania"] | [member="Vrag"]


It wasn't the group that Faye had expected she'd ever be kin to, but here she was. Her inexperience in the Force, or in many skills all together did not cause her to hesitate. Her eyes darted around, to take a glance at what was in front of the group. A few towering structures, but many of the things could be accessed at the level they were on already. It was more convenient than it had looked in while they approached. She took in a deep breath of the Alien air before turning to look at the others.

Her eyes first fell on the Firrerro woman, who wore attire much more accommodating to the frontlines, rather than on what some would liberally define as a 'shopping trip'. Faye flashed a smile and then looked at the other two. One had adorned slave-like garb, even more rugged than Faye's traditional undercity clothing. By no means was Faye the type to spend mass amounts of credits on something as trivial as clothing, but the Chiss girl's outfit was lacking. Something that made the slicer teenager a bit unsettled. To her, the girl was an equal. She did not know of a caste or manifestation that had differentiated herself from Alaki. Trying her best not to dwell on it, she looked to the third girl, Xhenaia. Possibly the most traditionally dressed of the group.

With a moment's pause, she thought for a second, before crossing her arms, "So, did anyone bring credits, or do we have to figure that problem out as we go?" Faye chuckled a little bit, before turning, taking an opportunity to hear any suggestions that the other Acolytes may have had. Her eyes caught a glimpse of something. Something she rarely saw on Nar Shaddaa, but perhaps there was a more trusting population on this world. Hoping it was the latter, she waved Hera over, curious about the bag of credits. If this were Faye's home turf, and maybe if she were alone, she'd of come up with a less conventional method of getting credits, but for now; she was open to ideas.

 

[Vrag]

The firrerreo cocked her head to the side and let her cool blue eyes sweep over her surroundings. She clicked her tongue, a small, unimpressed sound, and stretched her limbs. She wasn't exactly sore — her armor was her second skin, after all — but it undeniably felt good to pop some of those joints. Vrag wasn't big on interstellar travel, never was, and didn't think that the practice had a chance of currying favor with her anytime soon. The few structures in the vicinity spoke of a decently urban environment, which immediately put the Sith at ease; a humid jungle would've been disastrous for her mood, and in turn for the mood of the whole group.

Her eyes shifted to the scantily dressed redhead, an eyebrow arching behind her visor as the woman spoke. "Well, I'm sure there's some bars around that wouldn't mind you putting up a show," Vrag offered in a low voice, gesturing at the slicer's clothes. "Then again, those same bars probably have a few games of space poker going on," she cracked her knuckles as a smile blossomed on her face. "I'm thinking a few rounds, and we'll be set for the rest of this little trip."

Vrag's gaze swept over the rest of her unlikely companions. "You in, or what?"

[member="Faye Terrik"] | [member="Hera Naroix"] | [member="Alaki"] | [member="Xhexania"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

The scene laid out before her was one riddled with tragedy. Xhexania didn't need to Force to feel the desperation digging its dirty claws into the people that called this place home. Passing citizens barely stole a glance at the group and when one of them lingered to long, Xhexania felt obliged to return the favour. Physically speaking she was not a specimen that could cause the toughest in the galaxy to scurry into hiding but what she lacked in physical strength she made of with ferocity. She did not need to overpower an enemy, she simply needed to out think them, and when they stood there scratching their head in confusion, they soon felt the hot blade of her weapon pass through them. And those were the lucky sods. Lately, she had resorted to ripping their feeble minds apart, one haunting vision after another just as her Master had taught her.

Turning her attention to the others, she thought about how she would procure funds for this little exercise in relaxation. Before boarding the transport vessel, her Master made sure that the only possessions she had for the trip was the clothes on her back and the Sith killing tool, her trusty lightsaber, on her waist. Even that was debated. Her Master wanted her to focus on the Force, strengthening her connection and honing her powers, rather than relying heavily on a technological device. In the end, she managed to convince her Master to allow her to bring her weapon. And if she lost that debate, Xhexania would have brought it anyway.

"I am unaware of the rules of poker," Xhexania said tapping her hilt. "But I do know the rules of survival and this situation falls into such a category. I'll just kill discreetly for credits." Swinging her head toward the Dark Jedi, Xehxania smiled then added, "And your first priority should be to find some new garments. Unless your plan is to beg for them in which case, you are properly dressed for the occasion."


[member="Alaki"], [member="Hera Naroix"], [member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Vrag"]

 

[Bubák]

Alaki’s glowing red eyes shifted from the cold metal walls where she stared into nothingness to the wine-red haired woman that broke the silence by asking them about credits. The Chiss definitely did not have any, so she simply shook her head, remaining silent. In a sub-conscious move, her hand casually moved towards Lord Vader and stroked the hilt, feeling the sentient crystal’s presence inside of the lightsaber. This calmed her down, leaving her with a puzzled look on her face and an unspoken question why the Sith Acolyte had no credits in their possession. The One Sith spared no expense on its Force users, minus Dark Jedi, so it definitely surprised her the others had no money either. It surprised her even more that the Acolyte who had raised the question appeared to wear no pompous garb so many Sith preferred. Interesting… was she a Dark Jedi as well? Or was her outfit a deliberate choice?

The Chiss’ gaze darted from the redhead towards the armor-clad Acolyte. Had she expected a fight to break out? Did the armor serve her as a life-supporting device, similarly to Darth Vader’s suit? Unable to come up with any satisfactory explanation, the teenage Chiss listened instead, cocking her eyebrow at the suggestion of… Alaki did not even want to think about it. While her damaged tunic revealed much of her muscular body underneath, it still offered a bit of cover to the more private parts. As such, the idea of playing poker was much more appealing than anything. “Poker sounds very good,” the young girl commented, finally saying something. “I am not familiar with the rules, though.” Being a former Jedi left her with little to no knowledge of the world outside of the Temple, and while she was aware games such as poker existed, she had never seen anyone play them. With the Force in her hands though, what could possibly go wrong? The Dark Side guided her, it would be easy for a trained Force user to cheat their way to victory.

After Xhexania’s remark, the teenage Chiss turned her head in the woman’s direction, giving her a challenging stare. “Before getting some proper clothes, I need to have money to buy those, no? Or do you suggest I should kill someone and take their apparel?!” Needless to say, the Chiss liked this idea even less than the suggestion of putting up a show for some drunks. Pacing alongside the others, she began to wonder how would a true Sith act, intending to act like a Sith. She simply did not know how, despite the time spent among them. Killing random people for credits did not seem very Sith-like; if Sith murdered for money, were they any better than the average street thugs?

[member="Xhexania"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Hera Naroix"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Hera continued with her cold smile until the group steped into open air, then she changed it to a less aggressive one and listened to their words then held up the bag that held all her creds, "Want some aid for a little fun? Looks like a girls night out, and I haven't had one of those in many years!"

With a small fling, she launched the bag into the middle of the group, and it opened during the flip. Focusing her telekinesis into a bowl shape, she gripped the creds that all fell into it. It was by no means a plethra of wealth, but it could carry a group for many nights or a single one of major fun.

Glancing down at her tight red leather pants, jet black glistaweb silk dress shirt and medium length high heeled boots, she nodded in satisfaction. She looked the part if they went to a club or bar.

"Im nowhere near good at poker either." At this Hera's smile changed to an almost lighthearted one.

[member="Alaki"] [member="Xhexania"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Faye Terrik"]

 

[Vrag]

Vrag was quite disappointed to find that none of her impromptu companions were of any use in her little plan. Damn. She'd had it all figured out already; pool all of their credits — quite the measly amount, it seemed — and use it to buy her way into one of the bigger matches. From then on, the issue of money would've practically taken care of itself, really. If there was one thing that Vrag was good at save for combat and murder, it was this; remaining unflinching and stone-faced even under the greatest of pressures.

"Pity," she shrugged as their rather unscripted night out went completely off the rails. Now, Vrag didn't have anything in particular against chaos and lack of direction; what she did hate, though, was completely unknown variables. See, in battle, things were usually pretty easy to assess; either the person before was going to kill you, or they were going to help you kill others. Zero ambiguity.

In situations like these, however, where people kept their emotions close to their chest and their expressions neutral, the Sith didn't like encountering things that weren't included in her equations. Her icy blue eyes narrowed at the blonde who threw them the bag, but she managed not to react when credits spilled out of the sack and then onto it as it changed its shape mid-fall. What the hell? Vrag pierced [member="Hera Naroix"] with her glare, suspicion and distrust boring into the clearly Force-sensitive woman.

"And what exactly do you think you're doing?" Vrag said in a sharp, borderline threatening voice as she crossed her arms on her chest.

[member="Alaki"] [member="Xhexania"] [member="Faye Terrik"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

"What a wonderful concept you've birthed, Dark Jedi. Perhaps you can find it in your confused mind to implement such a concept into reality," Xhexania said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. There were times she could tolerate the female Chiss and there were times she would be doing the Sith Order a service by simply eradicating her; sparing both parties the embarrassment of failure. The Chiss, however, wanted to prove she was worthy of the title Sith, so for now, Xhexania would allow this girl to share the galaxy with her. But the first signs of weakness or betrayal, since that seemed to be her method of operations, she would be struck down and her lightsabers adding to the growing collection already in the possession of Xhexania.


Xhexania saw one of the locals, a blonde human female, move toward them and before the young Sith could address this, the woman tossed a bag into the centre of the group, and displayed her ability to use the Force. Xhexania was not impressed and it seemed that [member="Vrag"] wasn't either by her gesture and words. Xhexania reached into the blonde girl's mind, planting a vision of death, to show her that Xhexania was beyond simple parlour tricks.

"Either you are very brave or very ignorant to stand before Sith," Xhexania said adding her own threatening tone to her voice. "So which is it?" Xhexania pulled back the right side of her cloak to display her hilt dangling on her right hip.

[member="Alaki"], [member="Hera Naroix"], [member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Vrag"]

 

[Bubák]

Ignoring the Sith Acolyte further, as reaction to her foolishness would have only escalated the conflict, Alaki’s attention shifted to a newcomer that approached them. The tendrils of the Force coming from her form revealed the woman to be a Force user, making the Chiss wary of her. The probability of several Acolytes bumping into another Force sensitive was quite low… though it almost appeared the woman’s been expecting them. Was this a test of some sort, or something more sinister? The Force did not reveal more information to the inexperienced Padawan as her glowing red eyes studied them female from the bottom to the top, noting the bag she carried. Highly suspicious.

Alaki resisted the urge to reach for Lord Vader when the blonde tossed her bag towards them. One could expect anything to be inside, though its content was revealed when it opened and hundreds, no, thousands of credits started falling out, only to be telekinetically returned back inside the bag before it even hit the ground. This evidenced the Sith-affiliated group faced a trained Force user. One that’s been listening to their conversation, waiting in there with a bag full of money and offered it to them for no reason as far as Alaki could see. This encounter seemed to be too convenient to be just a play of fate; there just had to be something more to that. Perhaps the credits were forged? Alaki was by no means a specialist, but why would anyone part with such wealth so eagerly?

The Chiss’ face betrayed nothing, though her mistrust could be felt through the Force. Her gaze remained fixed at the woman, watching her carefully. The blonde appeared to be quite well dressed; not that Alaki had any idea of the latest trends, but the unknown woman definitely was far, far from being poor.

“It seems strange none of us has any credits, yet you have found us almost immediately after arriving to the planet and simply tossed a bag full of money in our direction,” the Chiss commented, “Explain yourself.” The voice remained calm and levelled, carrying no threat. Way too many Sith wanted to sound intimidating and aggressive, the blue skinned teen preferred a calmer approach until the situation called for… different means of conversation.

She wasn’t going to get into trouble on a planet of their allies because of forged credits. As much as she liked the idea of buying herself proper clothing and a hot meal, she simply would not risk the trouble because of her wish to be dressed as a civilized person and not a homeless.

[member="Xhexania"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Hera Naroix"] [member="Faye Terrik"]

 

[Faye Terrik]

(Apologies. Super Bowl week is kinda killer for my Job, so wasting more time working there lately)

@Hera Naroix | @Alaki | @Xhexania | @Vrag

With a little effort, Faye grinned slightly upon hearing the armored Sith's remark on her attire. The grin was more of a courtesy, rather than finding it humorous, a simple alternative to growling out something unkindly. It was something she would have to learn not to do, while in the company of other Sith. The One Sith were much different from any group she had associated with on Nar Shaddaa, and just the ease of their conversation was evidence of it. The willingness to suggest that killing was an alternative to acquiring funds, or even just clothing was almost barbaric, even to Faye, who had grown up surrounded by spicers and slicers.

Her eyes glanced up to Vrag as she spoke, "Not sure about poker, but I'll gladly play some Sabbacc." It was more of a courtesy rather than an actual offer, but she was much more familiar with that card game rather than poker. The dull sensation spurred up in her mind, much like the one when she was approached by a Zambrano and recruited into the Sith, only a few days prior. There was another Force Sensitive near by. Faye turned to look at the girl she had seen earlier and moved between the Chiss Dark Jedi and the Sith acolyte bantering, mostly to get out of the way to see what the blond had to offer.

What the blonde offered had surprised Faye. On Nar Shaddaa, charity was nonexistant, especially to those who were able bodied, like the group she was in. A suspicion had immediately developed, but the others had already began questioning the credits. The teenage human spoke quietly to the two beside her, Alaki and Xhenania. "The credits may be hot," Faye was uncertain if the idea even concerned the others, but regardless felt the need to mention it. The girl's eyes looked away from the credits and back to the blond for a second, before looking around at the surroundings. There didn't seem to be any uproar of theft, or maybe even murder. Everything was completely calm in the area.

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Having not been braced for an attempt on her mind, Hera immediately was shown a hint of an image before realizing it was an intrusion, thus she clamped up a mental barrier - cutting it off before it could form. Gathering energy like she would explode similar to a bomb, she said with anger seething through every word, "Never touch my mind again, or I will show you how to die. And it will not be kind, believe that.

"Sith? I was born Sith, will live for the Sith, and die for them. Dont think you can simply judge when so untrained. All of you feel like little more than acolytes, while I indeed have been a knight for many, many years. If I had wanted, I could have slaughtered you all. Espesially as I saw you, long before you saw me; where I am from, that's called the element of surprise." Grinding her teeth for a moment, Hera continuned after a long drawn exhale - through clenched teeth, "I attempt to make at being a good girl, this is what it get's me.

"Do you want to have a good time or not? Either way, I can always leave, bringing my chips with me." It was then the chips all swooped back into the sack, then launched back to her hand where she tied the bag loosely to her own belt, and in doing so revealing she to had possession of a saber.

She was every bit as equipped as those who wanted to be rude, and in many cases more so.

[member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Xhexania"] [member="Alaki"] [member="Vrag"]
(Also, Alaki, unless I read that wrong, just wanted to Inform that Tera Lush is in fact under its own control. No cloud touches it. Then again, there might have been some kind of 'peace' thread done since I made it that I am unaware of...either way lol)

 

[Vrag]

Vrag cocked her head slightly to the side — nigh imperceptible a movement, what with the helmet on her head — and listened to the quickly escalating situation with nearly no interest.

Relax, my ass, she groaned inwardly, rolling her eyes behind the darkness of her visor as the argument grew more heated. The chiss girl in tattered robes and the hot redhead were keeping their cool to a certain degree, but apparently the other Sith Acolyte just had to go and barge into the mind of the blonde newcomer. So much for that shopping spree, the firrerreo thought with a long sigh when the whole thing started turning into a pissing match.

"Girls, girls," she finally stepped in, unwilling to let the situation devolve into a completely unnecessary fight. "Let's not act like children, shall we? I'm sure we can talk like grown-ups and decide what to do without yelling." Her head turned from the blonde to [member="Xhexania"], then back again.

"Now, clearly you're the sort of person who knows how to have fun," she continued after a brief period of blissful silence. "And as she said, Sabacc can be quite... profitable, if you play your cards right," Vrag went on as she gestured towards [member="Faye Terrik"]. "That amount of credits could easily buy our way into a high-stakes game," the Sith Acolyte finished, a predatory smile blossoming on her face.

[member="Alaki"] [member="Hera Naroix"]

 

[Bubák]

Glancing at the Acolyte next to her, then back at the blonde, it took Alaki a while to understand what the woman meant by touching her mind. To someone who was not the one projecting the images nor the one receiving them, it sounded very confusing, especially the tension between the two could be felt by anyone. And tension between two Force users usually meant an impending duel… Gulping, the Chiss moved her hand closer to her lightsaber, casually scratching her side. The teenage girl did not know anything about the woman’s skills, so just to be certain, her glowing red eyes quickly scanned their surroundings for an escape route should all things go to the Void. After hearing one particular word though, Alaki’s head immediately turned back to look at the blonde… Sith?!

The revelation came unexpectedly and surprised the fallen Padawan, her eyes widely open and staring at the Sith in front of them in a silent awe. Who would have thought they were to meet another of their kind? The question that bothered Alaki the most right now was whether the woman belonged to the One Sith or not. While never encountering any Sith who had not been a part of the mighty Empire, the Dark Jedi Padawan knew they existed.

The girl’s nervosity continued to grow when the woman revealed her rank. A Knight. Their superior. As a Dark Jedi, Alaki had to always be polite to them and show only the utmost respect if she wanted to save her life and avoid harsh punishment. And she had just failed. Not only that, she dared to question the woman’s intentions! Her dominant hand immediately travelled away from the lightsaber to make it clear she did not plan to attack the Knight. This was bad.

Just as the armoured Acolyte stepped in to defuse the situation, the Chiss fell to her knees and gave the Knight a deep bow, enough for her forehead to touch the ground, completely ignoring all the armoured Acolyte said and focusing only on the blonde Sith Knight. Normally, Alaki would have cried and trembled in fear of the wave pain that was to inevitably consume her body through Force lightning. Such punishment came often, very often, and the pain always seemed new, fresh, and terrible. One could never get used to it, no matter how many time they have been subjected to the pure manifestation of the Dark Side chewing on their insides.

But Alaki did not cry. She did not tremble. After surviving the battle of Empress Teta, she was no longer afraid of pain, as pain meant she still breathed. “I apologize for not recognizing your power, Knight,” the girl said, her tone showing respect, yet no fear. Swiftly getting back up on her feet, the young blue skinned girl did not dare to cross her gaze with that of the Knight, as the woman might take it as a challenge for combat. Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment, feeling the looks of the Acolytes, knowing her behaviour had to appear odd to them, but at least she was still alive.

[member="Vrag"] [member="Hera Naroix"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Xhexania"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Xhexania tossed her head back, releasing a string of maniacal laughter, as she listened to the words from blondie. A Knight? Was that suppose to impress her? Was that suppose to install fear in the young Sith? With a wave of her right hand, as if she could wipe away the laugh, she finally said, "Threats and taunts of death do not affect me. But as my companion stated, we are here to have a good time....not to kill....yet." The young Sith from Dagobah shot a sideways glance at @Vrag and ever so slightly nodded.

Sabacc, there was a game she was somewhat familiar with but by no means a great player. But she didn't need to be. Dipping into her opponent's mind was a game she knew quite well, and in a game where credits could be won, she had the advantage. Perhaps there was an alternative to capturing credits without killing, and this Knight had been so generous in bringing a bag full to get the show moving.

With a clap of her hands, as to signal to everyone the tension had subsided, she said, "So what are we waiting?"


[member="Hera Naroix"], [member="Faye Terrik"], [member="Alaki"]

 

[Faye Terrik]

@Hera Naroix | @Alaki | @Xhexania | @Vrag

Faye shrugged as she silently shifted away from the Chiss and Dagobah Human, and instead moved beside the armored Sith, Vrag. If for some reason the situation were to be reignited, the Firrerreo may have been the best person to be close to. Her armor, coupled with the non-provocative mannerisms she displayed, had helped Faye decide to stand beside her instead. Plus, they were in the same thought bubble for the card game.

"Unless it's a low level game, I can't assure I'll have a winning hand." The teenager implied that her victories were based on cards that were of her own collection, which would insure the right card at the right time. In her experience, she had heard of some player's disfavor for playing against Force-Sensitives, since often time they could read emotions and determine how the game would unfold. Faye had only begun to develop that skill, and it was not reliable enough to bid someone else's credits over. "If we're going to make our credits this way, then you can't let them know of our allegiances. The Sabbacc players who know what they're doing won't play with our kind." She kept her arms crossed as she shrugged, looking down to her boots, occupying herself with trying to kick them together, to knock off any dirt that may've somehow accumulated. Her next suggestion wouldn't be as popular. "Those playing, I suggest keep their weapons in my bag, or else it'd be a dead giveaway."

From her brief time in the Sith, she had noticed that many members were reluctant to forfeit their weapons, especially to someone who may be shadier looking, like herself. That was something she had to work on, between her mannerisms, tone, and appearance, she gave off a strong vibe that she was a low-lifer. Something to work on, indeed. Very few in the Order held any respect for her skills as a criminal and slicer, but instead would've taken much more interest if she were a blade expert.

 

[Zaiden Dean]

"High stakes seems smartest if money is the goal. Two play, while two shift the thoughts of the dealers. Then we could the maximum return." Hera replied, her cold eyes never leaving the woman who thought to breach her mind. To the lesser, an obvious Dark Jedi, she calmly stated, "Rise. I'm not one for groveling, lest you have need of it. Have you wronged me that I am unaware of?"

When the word of weapons came to the fore, Hera began a soft chant for a quiet minute, the end result shown easily. Brushing her hand to where her weapon was, only those of a better could see it, thanks to her magics bending the light around it. It was a difficult spell, one she only recently learned, yet it did her good in ways of smuggling. She would remain armed, ready, and capable of fighting so long as there was not the utmost thorough search.

Stifling a yawn, she looked to the others, "Let's find a casino then."

[member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Xhexania"] [member="Alaki"] [member="Vrag"]