Private Help A Girl Out

[Kalanda Tishire]

Location: Dromund Kaas Interrogation Room



Kalanda had done something wrong, obviously, else she wouldn't be in this situation. The officer at the space port had blown a gasket about her bringing drugs into Sith space, and seized her goods. Now her lighsaber and her herbs were being seized, and now she was being accused of being a jedi and overall this was just annoying. She could leave whenever she wanted of course, but that wouldn't solve any of the problems she was looking at. So, strapped to an interrogation chair, she was listing to some customs official berate her, demanding to know if she was a spy for the jedi order. "Where are your jedi conspirators? Are you working alone, or are you part of a cell? Answer me woman!" The man demanded, slamming his hand on the table, as Kalanda stared into the ceiling tiles. "I told you, I'm with the CIS on a mission to help the poor and provide medical care. Check with Lady Amur of the Sith, she'll vouch for me." The man scowled, his energy within showed his was irritable and frankly a miserable person. How sad. "You know, if you tried to have a more positive outlook on life, maybe you wouldn't feel the need to take out your frustrations on those around you." The officer stared at her, his anger growing, as he firmly slapped Kalanda across the face. "Don't you dare talk to me like that jedi scum!" He shouted, causing her to wince, mostly in annoyance, as he quite literally slapped her in the face. "You want to speak to one of the Sith? Fine, maybe they can draw more information out of you." Readjusting his glove, the man left Kalanda on the table, with this sparky electrical thing hovering dangerously close to her. As the door shut behind the man, Kalanda realized that the sparky thing was moving closer, and she called upon the force to halt it in it's place. What a jerk. Kalanda was left to hold the torture tool off, as the man went about to make his call. Moving to the holocommunicator, a priority call was made out to Amur. "My Lord, we have captured a jedi who has revealed they know you by name. We've been unable to break her at current, and are requesting your assistance in dealing with this matter." He asked formally, leaving out several crucial details in the process. Kalanda meanwhile had snapped the tool out of it's place in the ceiling, and threw it against the observation booth, rather peeved at this whole ordeal. "I'm entitled to a public defender you nerf herder!" The officer looked back through the view port, sighing as he pitched the bridge of his nose; he really hated his job.


Amur

 

[Amur]

For kark's sake, she did not need for that karking incident on Corellia to rear it's ugly head. Amur was not having this especially when it came from some decrepit arse that had a voice that drove her nuts. So here she was on Dromund Kass expecting to take her frustration with this on breaking that Jedi she met, his will would turn. Walking through the halls of the imperial every step she took was one of that seemed to channel a sense of anger and purpose as people seemed to stay out of the way of the Sith. Mostly due to the fact that Sith had a reputation for being volatile individuals that aren't afraid to use their lightsabers on anyone that annoyed them.

She found the entrance to the observation booth. Walking in with the swift swish of the door opening brought the imperial personnel to attention at the drop of a hat as they looked upon the Sith knight. The customs official seemed to feel some relief when he saluted the knight. "Finally you're here My Lord." He exclaimed with equal sense of appreciation and impatience as if he was the one being inconvenienced and not the Sith who had to be dragged from her duties for this. Amur would also peer towards the observation window only to see complete darkness.

"Yes from my understanding you have a Jedi I need to question?" She said, the man would see a dark haze around the Jedi that would manifest as a subtle blurring around the knight. Something that he might not even notice as it drew all of his focus on the Knight. "This scum was caught trying to smuggle some new kind of spice. Never seen anything like it before. Clearly it's an attempt to taint and pervert the whims of the great empire's citi-"
"Yes I'm sure you're right about that, Can I go talk to this... Jedi, and why is it pitch black in there?" The man seemed to have the slightest hint of a blush as he was interrupted, she could tell that this man did not like feeling undermined and inferior and that perhaps he took to the position to have a sense of superiority over everyone. How pathetic.

"Yes just through that door, we turned the lights off to see if that would get to them, they have proved rather stubborn. Hopefully you can rectify that. We'll keep them off until you enter. That ought to put the fear of the force into them." He said with some unearned sense of smugness. Amur barely paid attention to this wretch as she heard what she needed and proceeded for the door. She really didn't care for this stupid entrance or anything. Still as she walked and waited for the lights to come to life and illuminate the room she was curious to see what would great her. She was hedging her bets on it being that idiot she met on Correllia. This seemed like the kind of moronic hare brained scheme he would pull.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

The normally composed Kalanda was now rather irate. This officer had struck her across the face, attempted to torture her and was now cowering in the control room. She usually didn't wish ill upon people, but he deserved to lose his job. She had no idea what he was doing, but if she had to guess he was waiting for the Sith to arrive.

While she waited, she had gotten up and teleported to the nearest refresher, grabbed a snack from the vending machine, and finally returned to her room, still awaiting the arrival of the Sith she was promised who be there. She really hoped it was Amur, because if not this whole ordeal was going to be awkward; truth be told she'd probably just leave. After what felt like forever, someone finally arrived, and Kalanda was rather happy to note that it was indeed Amur who showed up. A smile came to her face as she waited eagerly for the woman to enter. She seemed angry, more so than she had been on Chad. Did something happen to her? Hopefully she wasn't still angry af her, otherwise this wouldn't go well at all.

As the door would slide open, Kalanda wiggled her feet back in forth, waiting as the Sith slowly drew closer. Finally, she could wait no more, and just had to say something. "You know, when I told you about taking me into an interrogation room and doing what you wished with me, I didn't think you'd actually take me up on it." Kalanda started the conversation, still strapped to the table as she felt the Sith draw nearer. "I like your robes by the way. I don't think you were wearing those on Chad. You've been doing okay? You seem a tad tense at the moment." She observed, eager to see how the woman would react; Amur did always have the cutest reactions.



Amur

 

[Amur]

When the Sith drew closer the lights would snap on and with it came a two fold shock as her eyes saw Kalanda and her ears registered her voice once more. Her palm would almost immediately raise up and strike her helmet in a helmetpalm as she cringed at the fact that this damn fool of a woman had gotten herself stuck in this situation again. Quickly a defeated sigh would be heard emanating from her helmet.

"And I distinctly remember telling you that you ought to have someone supervise and escort you so that this exact thing wouldn't happen." She replied back, she really hoped that this wasn't going to be how they would meet again from their first encounter on Chad. As she studied and observed the state of the witch wanting to make note of her condition. Her hair seemed to be a tad bit messier with now a lone solitary strand that bent and hung over her nose. Then she made note of the broken electro-shock prod that seemed to have it's motors burnt out likely from it being forced out place from the for- oh for kriff's sake!

"I didn't realize that you'd notice, I wore these just for you. As for my mood? I'd be doing swimmingly if it weren't for the fact I now have to explain to someone that we have Force restraining harnesses for a reason as well as now having to partake in my favorite hobby besides knitting: Fixing the messes of idiots." There was heavy dosage of sarcasm in her voice though as she spoke. Though afterwards Amur would turn away from the restrained witch and instead to the viewport that she knew the customs official had and just stared back for a few seconds. She could tell his gaze was locked on her and she would reach out to the force. Finding the recesses of his disgusting, puny mind and telepathically relayed a few words. Stay where you are. We're talking later. That seemed to to reach him as she refocused her attention on Kalanda.

"Well I might as well question you while I have your undivided attention. How did you find yourself restrained this time?

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Oh yea, she was very grumpy. Poor thing. "You sorta left out your comm number, all I had was your name sweetie." Kalanda continued to wiggle in her restraints, feeling rather anxious to get off the table, but not wanting to get Amur in trouble. "I could leave whenever I want, but I figured that it'd just make everything worse, and also I'd miss out on seeing you." Which was true, she had used this as an opportunity to see Amur again.

Kalanda's bottom lip stuck out in a pout, as it seemed she had caught Amur on a bad day. "Well I'm sorry you're having a bad day. Maybe I can bake you up something after this is all done. Being so sour all the time isn't healthy." Amur probably didn't even want to talk to her, the Sith seemed to be in a very 'work minded' mindset, which was quite a downer. "Oh, I'm sure you'd like that. Having me at your mercy like that? I'll wait if you want to go get the harness, I've never been cut off from the force like that. Might be fun." She resorted to attempting flirtation, a small grin forming across her face now, seeing that it worked with Amur the last time, hopefully it would work again.

Amur seemed to have taken interest in why she was restrained to begin with, so Kalanda gave her the run down on todays events. "Well, that man in the viewing room found my herbal remedies and accused me of selling spice. Then he found my lightsaber and accused me of being a jedi. Then when I tried to talk him out of his funk, he hit me and tried using that shocky thingie on me when he left the room. I think he was trying to torture me." Kalanda frowned, seeing that her Sith patient was just not having it today. She had the strong impression Amur was going to kill the man in the control booth, which she wasn't fond of thinking about. "When can I leave? Also, I would like my things back, but your friend in there said that the government would hold my assets." Kalanda's tone was making it rather evident she was annoyed about all of this.

Amur

 

[Amur]

Amur listened to Kalanda walking closer and over the course of the conversation would get to the point where she was pratically hovering over Kalanda. An eyebrow would be raised immediately at the notion of her leaving whenever she wanted. It caused Amur's mind to heat with anxiety. Was that recorded? Did she teleport or whatever nonsense on camera? Some in the Sith empire would start getting ideas at the notion, very brutal ideas. They try to steal her from right under her and do Force knows what. Force forbid that she end up in the hands of that mad man who made those extra-dimensional shard abominations. Here right now there could be a hundred people that want to get their hands on and break her. No if anyone was gonna take advantage of this friendly witch it was going to be her.

She noticed a sense of unease once again within the witch towards her very much like on chad. She didn't like that Amur was this on edge. Sadly her attempt to lighten the mood but it would merely bounce off the Sith. She listened to her recalling of events and now realized that yep this was basically a repeat of Chad. Dammit why did she have to be so innocent about this stuff? She was going to have to give her a talking to about remaining incognito in the Empire. Amur would remain deep in thought after Kalanda's question until realizing how to make this right.

"I'll have to 'review' your case. I'd should come to a decision about your potential release in a half an hour. I'll try not to doddle and please don't even think about trying to escape. Your every movement is likely being recorded. They'll know if you break out." Amur was hoping that Kalanda would heed her words. She was going to let the witch out. After all the longer she stayed in imperial hands the more likely that things would not go her way. The last thing she needed was for some Karking Sith Lord to pull rank and take her.

The Sith would leave the chamber, quickly work to pull the strings needed to have all the recorded footage erased and any monitoring device in the chamber turned off. Upon returning she would have a 'quick word' in private where she made sure that the custom official would forget about the last 24 hours of his life. He may have also now be wandering around Dromund Kaas half naked muttering some nonsense about tentacle gods and asking people if they feared death. She would also use the fact that technically she was the government and the investigator on her case to go and seize her personal belongings. It be like she was never here.

She would return to the chamber entering back in and praying that Kalanda would have listened. If she was still there she would quickly walk over to her. Looking over her shoulder to see that a good seal was on the door before talking to Kalanda. "We can speak freely now. I need you to understand that the next time you get into a situation like this you might not get me and instead you might get some mad Sith Lord that decides that they'll literally eat you or worse. I need you to be more careful. Ok?" She was earnest about wanting to protect Kalanda from that side of the Sith after all they literally had a psychotic flower and a whale amongst their list of lords force knows any one of them would do to her. Hell she was already decided to hide Kalanda from even Grumpy and her apprentice Amy.

"Now with that said I'm going to see to it myself you leave here and I'll accompany you on Dromund Kass. I was thinking we could have that chat. Though I do like the way you look strapped to that table maybe I can keep you here for a bit longer..." Truth be told she was rather hoping she could make Kalanda blush for once. It be nice to see her squirm a bit.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Just as Kalanda thought, she was being watched this entire time, which might have been problematic given she had quite literally left the room and came back roughly thirty minutes ago; hopefully no one looked over these recordings. "I figured as much. I'll behave then Lady Amur, I don't want to cause you any more trouble. You've been so kind to me thus far, I'd hate to sour our relationship." Already, Kalanda could see that Amur seemed to be mellowing out of sorts, which brought her a great deal of joy. When the Sith turned her attention to the officer who had sparked all this nonsense, Kalanda thought for sure that Amur was going to kill him. The ultimate fate of the man, she wasn't entirely sure of, but he seemed to have survived the ordeal that Amur had subjected him to, which did relieve Kalanda just a tad.

Kalanda's smile only grew as she could hear concern over Amur's way of speaking, was the Sith truly concerned for her well being? That was so sweet of her. "Ok. I'll keep that in mind. From now on, you'll be the only Sith I'll talk with. Don't want you to start getting jealous after all." Kalanda grinned, knowing it would get a rise out of Amur. "But thank you for helping me, I knew I could count on you." Kalanda affirmed, the young woman now only waited for her Sithy friend to release her from her imprisonment. It seemed she had gained an ally in Amur, despite the way they had left things off on Chad; which was fine with Kalanda, this was exactly what she was hoping for.

Truth be told, she wasn't familiar with being flirted with, though she was finding that she rather enjoyed it. Kalanda let out a giggle at Amur's comment, a small blush coming to her cheeks, as Amur's words found their mark. "That depends entirely on you my lady, I'm but a mere slave to your will after all." Kalanda countered, though her movement on the table suggested she was highly amused by the statement. "Though I might grow bored if you were to just stand there and watch me, I'd feel obligated to trouble you for a conversation to spice things up." Kalanda wore a cheeky grin as she looked to Amur, raising her mask with the force just enough to wink at the Sith, before letting it fall back down into position. "I've been looking forward to chatting with you though, so....can I free myself or is that something you'll have to do?" Kalanda asked, not wanting to break Sith law and get Amur into deep trouble. If given permission, she would indeed free herself, if not she would wait for Amur to do it; one way or another though, she planned to leave here with a Sith in tow.

Amur

 

[Amur]

There was sense of relief with the knight as she rediscovered the witch. More so that she seemed to understand how Amur wanted this relationship to be, good. Now hopefully she wanted have her blood pressure rise ever time she gets a notice about a 'Jedi', though she would definitely need to provide that comm number. Though her brow would raise and furrow intensely at Kalanda as she stared daggers at Kalanda at her jealousy comment. Though that witch had the worst weapon she could encounter for such a situation and that was a smile that made it difficult to stay mad at her.

Still the fact that her targeted flirt had hits it mark had rectified things, as a sly, mischievous nature began to over take the Sith. It seemed that there were a few chinks in that cutesy armor she put up. "Oh trust me there would be more then just looking." She shot back after seeing her little wink. Though in response to her later question she wouldn't reply she would just simply press a few commands into her wrist pad on her armor and then finally a prompt lit up and vibrating in it's haptic feedback the restraints would unlock depositing one Kalanda onto the floor of the interrogation chamber.

"Now would you like this conversation here or someplace more remote?" She ask a bit more eager to indulge and delve into what made this witch tick.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

It seemed she had wormed her way into Amur's good graces, which was good, given the fact that Amur was going to protect her during her time here. Amur's mood was already improving it seemed, perhaps she just needed time to decompress and get over her day in and day out times as a Sith; it had to be pretty dreary after all. She had enjoyed poking at the Sith, seeing the person beneath the suit squirm at being prodded at, seeing the waves of change reflected in the aura; it made her happy to see the impact she had on Amur, and on people in general. Honestly if Amur hadn't specifically requested that she not get arrested anymore, Kalanda might have made this into a game, but the idea of being paired with a Sith who wished to torture the knowledge out of her was...not ideal. Yea, she'd stick with this being a one time thing and having her little run in with Amur.

What the Sith countered with however, the poor witch had no reply to give out, only managing a stunned response. "Oh...well um..." Kalanda stumbled, having not expected to have been called out on her bluff, and the hue of red that her cheeks took on indicated as much. She didn't have a retort for that. Amur seemed to have found one of the weak points in the witches psych, she could dish it, but she sure couldn't take it. As Amur released Kalanda from her restraints, she took a moment to straighten out her hair and robes, before composing herself. "More remote would be preferred. I've grown bored of the decor of this place." Kalanda's face was still slightly red, as she had a destination in mind, but after Amur's comment she wasn't sure if that was such a good idea. "I...was wondering if you had an apartment near by? If that's okay...I'd like to bake you something out of thanks." The witch mattered, seemingly thrown for a loop by the Sith's advances, though she was ready to follow the Sith to where ever she was to be lead.

Amur

 

[Amur]

There was a rather wicked sense of pleasure for Amur in seeing Kalanda stutter and squirm over her flirtation. It seemed that this one had her own array of buttons that could be pushed. If Kalanda was gonna try to get a rise out of her then Amur thought that it was best to return the favor. It was rather fun actually, a bit of a game they could play at with eachother that would be harmless overall. Afterall in Amur's mind this was just a bunch of silly feelings that could be ignored. It wasn't anything serious...

She could see even as the witch tried to deflect her thoughts by changing the subject that her mind was still coping from that which brought a soft chuckle from the Sith. Though she was a bit perplexed from the offer to bake. It's was probably the first time anybody offered to bake something for her and well it didn't fit her image of someone that wielded still, it would be a waste to not throw this opportunity.

"I do, I wouldn't mind having someone over too. You're interesting to say the least. Though the decor might not be up to your high standards, but the view of the city is nice. We can leave right away too if you'd fancy it."

She'd ask ready to leave here and take her to the place in question. It was all up to the witch.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

To Kalanda's surprise, Amur agreed to take her back to her place. Her posture straightened, a small bit of excitement seemed to revitalize the woman, as all signs of shyness dissipated. "Oh? Well that's fine, it's your home after all. I just want to grab some things, make sure I have everything I need to bake to my high level of expectation." She clasped her hands together, almost beaming at the Sith, as she was ready to go. "Oh, and can we please get my things? Or at least have them delivered to your place? My lightsaber is really special, and I don't want to lose it." She didn't mention the goods that were in her belt as well. While she liked the Sith, she knew better than to speak of the Water of Life; that was what she was most concerned with losing. If someone got their hands on that, the secrets of her sisters would be at risk, and she would hate to break her oath to them.

If Amur was in agreement, Kalanda would take the Sith by the hand and attempt to rush her out the room; until she realized she had no clue where she was going. Once they were free of the detention room, Kalanda would have Amur stop by the store, grab a few basic baking ingredients and follow in the Sith's step, though she wasn't fond of Dromund Kaas. "This planet is....wrong. I can feel it suffering, it's very sick, it has been for some time." She muttered, looking at the swirls of force energy in the sky, the lightning that clashed over head, and how it's energies rained down on the people down before. It was so obvious to Kalanda why the Sith seemed so miserable, the dark side was literally showering them on their words, and too much of one thing was never good. Maybe some cupcakes could stave off the darkness, at least for a little bit.

Amur

 

[Amur]

She had to admit the way Kalanda got excited over things was remarkably cute. A far cry from most of her colleagues who were obsessed in groveling over their own misery. The sense of whimsicality was rather infectious and throughout this entire conversation Amur was fighting to not have it overtake her. In another life she would have leapt into this with a second thought, ooing and awing at everything the same way right next to her. Sadly that was a different time and one she suspected she would never get back. Still she supposed she could let the witch indulge.

Amur was fighting a smile from overtaking her as Kalanda merrily explained how she needed some items and her stuff back. Amur had to take note that she was bearing witness to quite possibly the happiest person currently residing in the whole of the Sith Empire, and in a way like seeing a small lake in a ocean of scorching heat and sand you had to stop and watch it. "I already took the liberty of gathering your belongings They're currently in the observation room, Being part of the government has it's perks." She surmised and while there were a few several things that made Amur curious when she went to pick up her belongings like the mysterious vials she decided against tampering them. It was easier for her to learn about this magic if she had Kalanda's trust. Besides sure she could have strapped her down and interrogated her and break her through the force it wasn't what she preferred. There was no fun in just breaking people like a sledgehammer, she found it much more rewarding to go about developing trust and using that for her advantage, after all her she wouldn't have gotten... whatever the hell Kalanda was planning to bake for her.

Though being nearing dragged off her feet was nearly a bit much. Still it was quite the task to keep watch over Kalanda not because she was trying to avoid the Sith but for the fact that she seemed to have an mazing vigor for everthing she put her mind to. Heck it must have been a surreal site for anyone who saw the two in public as they tried to process the cool Sith and cheerful witch who seemed oblivious to the swirling mass of darkness she traveled with. Though the comment the witch made Amur stop as she gazed into that fierce sky of sound and fury. It was true that the Dark side had a way of making it's mark on planets but for the Sith it was a means to an end but she had a point. "It's a shame but this is also power you're looking at. For many this is a beauty as they feel the Darkside taint every orifice, this is the way of the Sith after all. Truth be told I much prefer the calm fields and volcanic beaches of Lah'mu." A bit food for melancholic thought that would play into her mind for when they finally reach her apartment.

They would come upon a simple space with little flair for decorations. A few crates full of belongings that still needed to be unpacked. The furniture was at least unpacked and there was a few holocomputers set up along with holoscreens. Though the kitchen would have everything Kalanda would need to bake whatever she desired for the sith knight.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

It was a relief to know that Amur had already secured her goods, and indeed a great weight was lifted off Kalanda's shoulders when she gathered up her things. Amur might notice that the witch was perhaps a tad too found of one of her satchels, one with a strange hand sown marking across the skin. Perhaps it just held sentimental value, or maybe the Sith was overthinking it. The lightsaber she spoke of was made of an ornate wooden handle, which seemed to have a strange green gleam to it's surface; clearly there was something unusual about the weapon. Once she was reequipped, Kalanda decided it would be proper to go all out for her Sithy friend, and so that was what she was going to do. She would give a rather big smile to Amur, though she couldn't see the woman's face behind the mask. "I really appreciate it. You've been very sweet to me, and I intend to repay it." Which she most certainly planned to do.

The pair probably were rather amusing, given the bubbly and glowing witch, and her broody Sith escort, there was clearly a clash of personalities unfolding as the pair made their way to the apartment. Kalanda had walked in the dark and light places of the galaxy, and she never found either appealing. The darkside always felt like an illness, a tumor on the mind and body, while the lightside always felt fake and forced; dedication to a single entity never sat well with her, hence why she found a third option. Taping into the Ichor had shown her new possibilities with the force, things that even for her own people, would have been deemed as nonsense. "There's a price for that power, and I don't like the cost. Though I never would have taken you for a Lah'mu kind of girl, would have thought you'd prefer the beaches of Spira." Kalanda remarked, not really thinking of a planet she preferred. Dathomir gave her the creeps truth be told, though if she had to say it, Endor or Kashyyyk gave her the best feelings of life.

Reaching Amur's apartment, Kalanda took a moment to look around, getting a feel for the room, before taking her goods into the kitchen. "I like the look of this place far more than that torture chamber they locked me in. You have good tastes." She commented, as she began to unpack her goods, preparing for her marshmallow tauntaun cupcakes. She began to pull out the bowls and measuring cups, as she would start sorting out what was needed to make her delicacies. "You don't have any allergies do you?" Kalanda asked, as she was getting herself into her baking mode, she might as well learn now if Amur had anything she needed to be aware of; not that she expected the Sith to answer that, doing so would be admitting weakness.

Amur

 

[Amur]

A smirk would form under Amur's helmet at the notion of 'repayment', as the sith added that to her arsenal of flirtatious taunting she could do to get a rise out of the small witch. Though that would fade over time as she went about her strange day with the Witch. What wouldn't fade though was what she commented about with regards to the price of power. She wondered about as she knew she was trying to make it in a mad place that would taking meetings and use them to wage Kaggaths and shed blood. An empire of animals really. Though perhaps if she could rise above it and play by her rules she could get something more in line with what she really wanted. A chance to make things the way she wanted and not have to accept what others try to impose. It was tantalizing and the thought excited her and brought in a certain craving as she thought of how she could march into a world like Corellia and make that vile planet quake in it's boots as the foundation of corruption was shattered.

It ate at her but surprisingly enough being in her apartment alone with Kalanda allowed her to separate the thoughts of work away for now. She compartmentalize it and now could just unwind. She was definitely not sure what Kalanda saw in this place though. To Amur there was only things that needed to worked on but never will. From the walls crying out for a coat of paint, the boxes that needed to be unpacked and the various things that would need to be cleaned and reorganized. "I just see a mess to be honest." Amur would reply with in response to Kalanda's comment on the apartment. Maybe that witch saw something else some sort of energy or other thing.

She stood back and watched the witch go from rabble rouser to master baker. It was a curious transformation though she couldn't help but laugh at the notion of allergies. "There may be a lot wrong with me but thankfully fate has decided to spare me from the most heinous of punishments: Allergies." A bit of sarcasm, a bit of dramatics but mostly just an attempt at humor as the Sith tried to settle herself and her body. The Sith would then walk by Kalanda as she baked and reached for a bottle of wine she had kept around. Undoing the cork she would gather a few glasses and a straw. "You fancy a drink?" She would ask her guest. If Kalanda was accepting she would pour a glass for the baker as well as one for herself. If not then she would just pour a glass for herself as she walked over to the couch and sat down.

Using the emergency induction port she would sip over her glass as she watched the witch bake and contemplate a few things. The couch would turn out to be a issue as it was comfortable and inviting and the Sith would find it difficult to force herself out as her joints loved the extra support she was being given. So instead she thought about a few things. Like the strange saber Kalanda had with a wood she had never seen before, or perhaps that satchel she liked with the hand. It was more hints and glimspes at her power with the force yet it would be a challenge to intrude. Though as she tried to ponder over that something stuck out and intruded it's way into the forefront of her thoughts.

"I fell for a great lie once..."

Kalanda had said that and now it was burning a hole in the Sith's skull as a curiosity began to overtake her. What could she possible mean by that. Perhaps Amur had already seen it with her beliefs but what drove her this way to thinking. A part of the mystery was something she was sure she could infer and figure out yet at the same time perhaps it was something entirely different. Besides in a way Kalanda having decided to bake something for the Sith knight had in a way become a voluntary hostage. She could just ask and see if she would be willing to answer honestly, everything so far painted to yes in the case of this Sith. She would finish her sip on the wine and put the glass down on the table.

"Tell me. You mentioned falling for a lie once. What was it?"

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Amur didn't see what see saw, how the decor, the furniture, the state of the house; it all told a story, a window into the soul of Amur, yet it was an unknown to the Sith still. "Oh, well I just happen to see alot of things. Sometimes more than I'm meant to, and sometimes I see things that aren't there." She commented, as she gathered up a bowl and began to mix the contents into it. Kalanda offered a small smile at hearing the Sith had no allergies, which meant her backup ingredients were unneeded. "That's very Sith of you, denying any kind of weakness. Still, if what you say is true, then that bodes well for me." The topic of drinks on the other hand, that took some thought on Kalanda's behalf. "Hmmmm, I feel like this is some elaborate Sith plot to take advantage of my situation, so I suppose I'll have a drink. Thank you!" She gleamed, taking the offered drink and sipping it in delight, before going back to her work.

Kalanda paused, as the words of the Sith made her fall still. "I was wondering if you had forgotten, clearly I was wrong." The witch muttered, having finished her mixing, she began to pour out the batter into the cupcake pan, and setting the tray into the over. "Yes, I fell for a lie. I believed that I was loved, that my connection to this other person made me valuable to them. I was wrong." Kalanda had her back to the Sith, as the look of discomfort that took over would be shielded from the Siths sight. She didn't like speaking of her mother, of the things that had unfolded between them. It wasn't right how it all went down, and yet it had occurred none the less. "It was with my mother if you can believe it, my first teacher when it came to using the force." Kalanda started, her hands had found a dish rag, and she was in the midst of wringing it out, her back still facing the Sith. "Taught me everything, all the basics at least. I had thought that I would be allowed to go about my life, practice medicine as I wished, but she had other ideas." Kalanda started, her blind eyes began to grow wet, but through the cover of her eye mask she would remain hidden. "She took me away from my father when I was young, I thought for my own good, but I learned later it was for her own selfish gains you see." There was another reason she wore her robes the way she did, total cover of the arms and legs, not letting a single bit of skin show through; it was to hide the marks, though time had faded long ago, she could feel it at times. "Something broke inside my mother long ago, I know not what, but she wasn't well. Her spirit was tainted by something I think. Anyways, she used to beat me. She had this vibro whip, struck me several times, over and over again when I was out of line." Kalanda's voice began to trail off, her hands gripping the cloth tightly, and it soon began to tear; snapping the witch out of her trace. "Anyways, I got tired of that life and fled. It was then that I found the Knights, learned of the Nightsisters. They helped repair my spirit, so....now I try to do the same to others." Kalanda's chipper tone started to shine through, as she would turn back to Amur now, though the pair of tear drops from earlier streaked down her face none-the-less. Kalanda met them halfway, swiping at them with the torn cloth, as it to act like she was wiping sweat from her brow; which was clearly not the case. "So, there you have it. I'm a stray run away who hasn't spoke to her mother in years. Or father for that matter." Kalanda remarked, as she tried to low key put the cloth away before Amur might notice; she'd offer to sew it later, she still remembered how.

Amur

 

[Amur]

That woman, she always had to poke and prod didn't she? First a joking of madness to teasing about Amur's 'need' to never admit weakness and then insinuating about plots conspiracies. She had a point actually but the wine wasn't a component of it. Still she would likely need to counter and prod back at Kalanda after she answered Amur's question. Though that wouldn't happen actually.

She heard Kalanda go on and now it was Amur's turn to push into territory that was perhaps best left unsaid. She could feel her throat tighten a bit listening to Kalanda being reminded of her pain. Putting your undying trust into someone only for them to lead you astray. To use that faith to pull the wool over her eyes and blind them to what was really happening. It was casted from a similar spool of cloth even if the details weren't the exact same. She could tell looking at her and the discomfort that seemed to rise up from the ground and ensnare around her that the pain was there.

The Sith remained silent allowing Kalanda to just air her grievances. Sometimes the best thing to do was to not say a damn thing and just let the air be filled. Though in a way she wondered if Kalanda's mom broke in a similar way as her dear ol' dex... The sith twinged at that thought and shoved it down. She didn't want to remember right now. Her mind coursed in what to say but she couldn't quite think of anything. Though perhaps now noting in the way Kalanda had tried to brush it aside to keep acting chipper despite the fact that her mind likely tortured her with some painful imagery, perhaps she just needed to let it out.

She got up from the couch with a bit of concerted effort and took her glass with her as she walked her way to Kalanda. walking into the kitchen she would lean against one of the few empty pieces of counter space and look at Kalanda. Suspected that moisture from under her eyes was something other then sweat. A part of her even wanted to wrap her arms around the woman but she knew better to hold back. For a lot including her it just becomes a further violation to touch.

"It still hurts doesn't it?" The Sith asked, though it was more from a position of knowing more than anything else especially as she followed her question quickly with. "It's ok if it does." A few words that perhaps may have dug too deep but they came with something else too, an acceptance. As she said that she would walk a few paces forward and place her right arm on a countertop. Her gloved hand now within easy grasping distance for Kalanda. Just in case she wanted something to hold on to. Amur's eyes would gaze over to the cupcake pan and the batter inside it and realized that perhaps they both could use a outlet right now.

"You shouldn't let your batter sit for too long. Would you require an assistant for your baking endeavors?"

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

There was a silence that lingered in the air, and for a moment Kalanda wondered if she had perhaps disclosed too much, and her Sith friend no longer wished to have her about. This was soon found to not be the case, but she knew how much the Sith disliked weakness, and she had just shown a small display of such. She could see a shift in the Sith, was there understanding? Sympathy? Either way, Kalanda's words had some level of impact, though it was only natural; both of them had been through some manner of trauma. "No, it doesn't." She lied, throwing her glance towards the over as the cupcakes were slowly starting to rise. She didn't like to trouble others with her plight. She had wrestled with the scars of her past long ago, all that was left was fragmented memories of a time she could hardly recall. It was all just little pictures, images and feelings she had learned to associate pain with.

In a way it was worse, but she had told herself it was better this way. She took note of Amur trying to reach out to her, placing a hand close by, a suggestive offer towards the Witch that frankly surprised her; she didn't take the hand however, because doing so would be admitting something was wrong. She softly patted the gloved hand, trying to assert that everything was fine, though there was a hint that she was still bothered about her past. She had almost asked Mother to remove the memory from her, but to do so would make her lose the drive for her love of medicine. These dark thoughts vanished almost immediately, as Amur offered to help her bake, and Kalanda's face brightened almost instantly. "You want to help?" She smiled, her hands clasped together as she couldn't recall the last time she had baked with someone before. "Okay, okay. okay. Get another pan, we can make one last batch. Then you can help me decorate the first batch once they're done!" The lingering feelings of sadness were pushed to the back of her mind now, as Kalanda was so very eager to show Amur the wonders of baking.


Amur

 

[Amur]

Amur didn't quite know what she was ready to hear from Kalanda but in a way she was hopping that Kalanda would reach out to her. The normally calm and manipulating Sith just felt a stun, a small stab into her side from seeing the witch lie through her teeth and push her away. It was clear she was another person suffering from the sins of others and for once Amur just wanted to know what it was like to have company in the well she was forced down. Though seeing that Kalanda was now trying to shove it all away and instead bake she decided to reserve those feelings. She had the feeling that this wouldn't be the last time they met and would be the start of something. She just needed to persist and persist and maybe she get Kalanda to see what she saw. Maybe even feel it too. This course of action was satisfactory to her, and so she would now turn to baking. Perhaps she needed to show Kalanda there was more than hate in a Sith.

"As you command my baking lord. Though do go easy on me these hands aren't as experienced with this wizardry." She said as she reached into a cabinet and pulled out another pan. Amur was putting out a much lighter tone now as she prepared to indulge in this witch's passion. Though as she would set to work and really that she was now playing a roll of the apprentice that she had to make things all that bit more challenging for her master and she think she found her outlet.

"And perhaps after we're done my lord I'd request that you could try to knead something other than dough with those hands." She said with a bit of suggestion and plenty of implication. She had to admit it was adorable watching Kalanda get flustered.

Kalanda Tishire

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Amur didn't press further, so either she had lost interest, or knew to treed more carefully on the subject. Kalanda was rather relieved to get away from the topic, after all, she had left that side of her past behind; least that was what she told herself. A small giggle escaped her lips, at being titled 'Baking Lord' by the Sith, what a change in attitude there had been. "You expect mercy? That is not the way of the Baker my young apprentice." She teased, looking to Amur with a cheeky grin, she was going to run with this. "The first and only reality of baking: follow the directions." Seeing that she now had a Sith under her command in the kitchen, Kalanda would set her to task. "Take the bowl of batter and await my command, the second batch of cupcakes must be deployed at once!" Kalanda commanded, taking hold of a whisk as she prepared to direct the Sith on the path of baking.

Amur's remark caused Kalanda to noticeably stiffen, as she looked to the Sith now, her face burning red as she fiddled with the whisking tool in her hands. "I'm...going to assume you are asking for a foot massage? Otherwise I fear that sort of kneading is outside my expertise." She attempted to counter, but Amur had secured this round of word play. She was fairly certain the Sith was just finding her reaction amusing, though it was hard to tell. Romantic encounters were the sort of thing Kalanda had always managed to avoid that fate, and now it seemed to be scratching at the door right before her. Surely this was just some sort of Sith game, not to mention she was far too busy to entertain the idea. The first batch of cupcakes neared completion, which meant that the second batch needed to be deployed at once. Taking the second tray, Kalanda laid it upon the counter. "If you would be so kind, pour the batter into the tray, though try not to spill, else I'll have to punish you." She giggled, putting the whisk behind her back as she struck back at Amur, watching how the Sith would go about the task laid upon her.

Amur

 

[Amur]

Aww Kalanda took the opportunity with hook line and sinker. Amur would stand tall and straight doing her best impersonation of a cadet fresh from basic. Her chest puffed out and her hands behind her. Following each command and upon the intsructions of taking the bowl full of batter would respond with a simple "As you wish.". There was something fun about this whole fantasy she was taking part in as she could forget about her day at the imperial holding facility and just relax.

A smirk under her helmet as she heard Kalanda fluster and stutter about from her targeted attack of flirting. Turn out it was highly effective. In another life perhaps Amur would have been the suggestive femme fatale that you saw in some pulp noir fic. Heck she was ready to launch into a debate over whether or not a foot massage meant something. If some sensual connection was happening... Though she wasn't much to fancy the feet and feared that perhaps if she went too strong she cause Kalanda to vanish from embarrassment.

Though she then heard the command to pour the batter. Her mind went to a few areas of how to do this, though the Sith already felt at a slight loss as she raked over what to do. Isn't this exactly what ladles were used for or could you just pour the entire bowl. That and well a part of her was feeling rebellious and ready to spill a small amount to see how the Witch react. Then at that point Amur remembered she was a karking Sith that could force choke people and bring horrifying nightmare beasts with tentacles to their knees. The force may guideth her.

She shut her eyes and drew upon herself and with a small movement of her hands lifted the bowl with the force. Picking up the tray with her hands she could now easily position it around the bowl. With a few small influences and thoughts she began to tilt the bowl concentrating and maneuvering the tray so that each section would be filled as she carefully poured, raised the bowl, re position rinse and repeat. Perhaps Kalanda would cringe or thought that she was just trying to show off. Master baker though Amur wasn't so this was all new and logical to her.

Though as she poured her mind seemed to be going somewhere else as while this took concentration it was also repetitive and allowed plenty of room for other thoughts. Amur's mind was now busy playing out a scene. As she now thought to decorating the cupcakes after they cooled a bit from the oven. Kalanda having her back to the sith. Amur walking over with soft delicate footsteps in order to not alert Kalanda too much and then wrapping her arm around her mid riff and pulling her close. Making contact and feeling her warmth against her body, guiding Kalanda's hands with her free arm and helping her decorate as the two's hips swayed in unison to a song playing in the background. Amur then leaning her head close and resting it on Kalanda's shoulder and then saying...

Reality snapped back into place for the Sith as she now saw that the batter was starting to overflow from the last cupcake slot and she panicked. The bowl fluctuated a bit as Amur quickly put the tray down and then grabbed the bowl setting it down. Thankful for her helmet as it hid the fact that blood was rushing to her face. Feeling flustered, embarrassed and a little weak in the knees. It caused her mind to start to devour itself over the fact that she let herself get like this. No no no. She couldn't get like this. Not again, not again. She knew what would happen if she let herself fall again. She couldn't let herself get a new wound. Her entire body ached now as she gripped onto the countertop for support and the only thing she could utter was "Sorry."

Kalanda Tishire