Hour of the Wolf

[Riamah]

"I am unsure in all honesty. There were others that went into these caskets. After the lid was closed on me, I remember nothing. Next thing I know, I woke up on a freezing world 800 years later. Just doing round figures there."

Sulen ​would attempt to explain what happened, but it wasn't clear to her at all. As clear as muddied water.

"Sorry I can't get any better information for you. Maybe that droid can help."

[member="Darth Scuros"]

 

[Ghost369]

Darth Scuros listened and wondered what it must be like having basically slept for 800 years and then waking up in a strange time.

"That's fine. I can just look on the holonet. . ."

He turned back to the holopad and did his best to try and find something like what she described. He finished eating his food as he read a holonet article about this 'casket' and spoke when he was finished.

"Closest thing I could find is an 'oubliette' or 'stasis casket'. That's probably what you were stuck in. Well. . . That was about all the questions I had for you. Got any for me? If not I'll probably just go to the training room and practice more on a new lightsaber form I've been learning."

Scuros handed his empty plate to the droid and began looking up more about the lightsaber Form VII, the one he was talking about. He was normally I master of Form V, but was always looking to learn more about lightsaber combat.

[member="Sulen Dewan"]

 

[Riamah]

A brief thought crossed her mind to a question, but it would have been wrong for her to ask it.

W​hy is the Empire allowing aliens in?

"Yes that is what it looked like."

She had been looking ove​r at the display as he did the research. Scuros said that was all the questions he had for her and she nodded.

"No, nothing I can think of right now."

Returning to her own room, Sulen knew they were going to be travelling for at least another day and half and changed her mind. Picking up the lightsaber hilt he had given her, she went to knock on the training room door. Clearing her throat as she entered, that saber was in her hand.

"Can you teach me how to at least pretend I know what I'm doing with it?"

[member="Darth Scuros"]

 

[Ghost369]

Darth Scuros headed to his training room as she returned to her room. When she would approach the door to the training room shortly after him, it would open and she would discover him in a Force Rage, attacking a hologram of a random Jedi, using Form VII moves against them. The hologram was actually the same droid from earlier, covered with a holographic image. Scuros struck a blow on the droid before noticing Sulen and yielding in his attacks.

"Ow! Chit!" The droid cursed in Cheunh, native language of the Chiss.
"Fight harder, droid! I need a challenge." Scuros said back also in Cheuhn, before noticing the open door and Sulen standing there speaking to him, "Halt training!" He yelled still in his native language to the droid.

Scuros slowly turned to the woman, he looked angry, but as his Force Rage faded he appeared more calm.
"Yeah, sure. Oh, and I don't advise you interrupting a Sith during training. . ." He smirked, "It's dangerous."

He extinguished his own lightsaber and put it to his hip. "And you won't be needing that. I won't be training you in lightsaber combat basics with a real weapon. Here." He picked up a training lightsaber for himself and handed another to the woman. He would teach her the basics of how to use a lightsaber for a few hours. The day would go by pretty quickly after that and the next day he trained her a little more. Now the ship would be within a few hours of Voss.

 

[Riamah]

As she watched Scuros attack the hologram, it almost made her smile and chuckle a little as the droid cursed. Even if she couldn't understand what it said, the message was clear in the exclamation. When Scuros also spoke in another language, Sulen had a difficult time not rolling her eyes. Basic was the language of the Empire and he said he's part of it, then again it isn't the same Empire she had been in.

At first it appeared he was angry, but she didn't think it was at her. He was sith, they thrived on emotions and used them to fuel their abilities. It faded as he warned her not to do that again and agreed to show her some basics in case she needed to use the saber when they got to Voss. Luckily he had training sabers or things might have gotten nasty.

Something trigger in Sulen as they trained. Forgotten until she once again held that training saber in her hand. It really did not take long for her muscle to bring back its memory of the movements they had been trained in as a child. However, it was good Scuros started her with the basics and as the hours progressed, her confidence grew. The next day, they continued until they were almost to Voss.

"I will go ahead and change now. Somehow I think I might have already had training. Like I knew this stuff from my previous life..."

When the alarm sounded they had arrived at Voss, Sulen was ready and would be waiting to exit the ship.

[member="Darth Scuros"]

 

[Ghost369]

"Yeah, I can tell you've had some training, but not much."

Scuros was surprised when she left before the alarm went off. What surprised and angered him even more was that he'd brought this human onto his ship and along on a high risk mission, but he could still sense her negative thoughts about him being an alien. He didn't like speciesists. . . at all.

"I'm starting to hate that human." He said to himself when she was out of earshot.

He soon followed after her as the alarm blared. He went in his own room to put on the Jedi robes and placed the Jedi lightsaber on a belt, hanging in the open. However his real lightsabers were hidden in the Jedi robes. Now fully disguised in Jedi robes Darth Scuros walked out of his room and headed into the kitchen where he had fake blood. Taking out the fake blood from the fridge, he cut his robes with a kitchen knife before applying some "blood" where he'd cut the robes. When he was done he walked over to the exit of the ship and stood by Sulen. He reminded himself to focus his anger on the Jedi and rebels, not her. Not yet.

He would speak to the droid who was piloting the ship, in Sith language this time, "Alright, drop us off on the surface and go back to orbit until further orders."
The droid spoke back in the same language, "As you wish, master."

A few minutes later they had made it through the atmosphere and onto the surface. The ship landed in the space between some trees, not far from where the rebels were, but far enough. Darth Scuros exited the ramp, adopting a limp to make his "wound" seem more realistic. The ship took off back into orbit as the two exited the ramp. Scuros smiled as he walked toward where the rebels were staying, knowing they had no idea what was coming.

 

[Riamah]

Because Sulen had grown up in an age when nobody spoke the Sith language, what he said was lost on her. It just sounded like more alien gibberish to her. Looking at him from head to toe, an idea came to her that she didn't relish the thought of. However, she would wait to hear what his game plan was and if it differed her from hers, she would make her suggestion.

The ship came down, but not close enough to arouse the attention of the Jedi and rebels present.

Exiting the ship, Sulen trudged along next to Scuros. Her face was thoughtful and many things were stirring around in her mind. The biggest was her still trying to adjust to the times. What joy she might have felt at going to kill was essentially lost on her. The day she had learned of her parents death was one of the last days she had really felt anything.

Speciesist or not, they had agreed that when they got close, he would pretend to need medical aid and she had to help him get there. Before they got too close, she reached out to do that as he limped along.

[member="Darth Scuros"]

 

[Ghost369]

As they walked through the forest in the night Darth Scuros guided Sulen's hand behind his back as he put an arm over her shoulder and continued to limp toward the building where the rebeles were staying. He thought it was pathetic that the Jedi had fallen so low to live in such an old building, but it had electricity, so they didn't care. There was a fire by the side of the building they were approaching as they stepped from the woods and into the open.

"Help. . . Us. Please. . . They attacked us."

The fire light flickered on Scuros and Sulen as a Jedi who seemed to be a medic got up and walked over to the Sith lord to check his "wound". Getting "blood" on his hand, the Jedi immediately assumed it was real.

"Just calm down. You're hurt bad. Are you Jedi? Who attacked you? Was it a Gormak?"

"Yes, we're Jedi." Scuros presented the Jedi lightsaber on his hip and quickly ignited it to show a green blade before extinguishing it again. "The Sith. . . They're coming." He said looking weak and as if he was about to pass out from blood loss.

"Oh no. Sith! The Sith are coming! Everyone into the forest!" The Jedi medic turned to Sulen, "Can you help me with your friend? It's not good for him to be walking around without help."

Everyone inside the old building came outside and fled into the forest. Once they were deep in the forest, which they knew was evil, but preferable to the Sith, they stopped to make camp. The medic finally got a chance to look over Scuros only to make a terrible realization.

"Hey, you're fine!" The medic said, surprised.

Once more Darth Scuros said, "The Sith. . . are HERE."

"What?" The medic says, confused.

As the Jedi finished speaking Scuros smirked before igniting the green lightsaber through their gut and out the back. It came to life with a loud hum as the Jedi died.

"I said, 'The Sith are here'." He says as he shoves the lightsaber further through the Jedi.

Scuros stands up as he extinguishes the Jedi lightsaber, leaving it with the corpse. Immediately the Sith and Sulen are shot at, but all blaster bolts were sent away and back the way they came when another, red bladed lightsaber was ignited with a loud and almost hateful hum, if that was possible. After the Jedi and rebel soldiers fell some Jedi got up, ignited their lightsabers, and ran at the Sith and the Imperial woman.

 

[Riamah]

The ancient trooper was silent through the entire exchange between Scuros and the Jedi. No hand of hers strayed to the weapons at her side and Sulen was quite cold. Luckily what Scuros said didn't give them the chance to pick up anything from her.

Nodding at the male Jedi when he asked if she could continue to help Scuros, she knew their time was about up. They moved off into the woods as a group and stayed close enough to almost touch each other. Her call to battle had yet to happen and she remained cold. Once Scuros ignited his borrowed lightsaber, she let go of him and ignited her own.

There were no younglings or children present, but older padawans, knights and maybe masters. It was probably a good thing all these people were older. She did not relish the thought of taking the lives of children. Everything happened quickly as most battles do. The male Jedi and a handful of others died under the green and red blades of Scuros. The remaining Jedi moved in as one to take Sulen and Scuros down.

She now held the blue saber in her hand, ignited and ready to harm. In her left hand was her blaster though. Hidden in the shadows they were casting, the Jedi focused on her swinging blade. Two moved to confront her and one died before he could get within saber distance as she fired that blaster. Firing two shots, they hit his torso, both killing shots and the Jedi crumpled to the ground. Her companion angered by the loss would have been a ripe candidate for corruption, but it wasn't something Sulen thought of.

Letting go of her blaster, it fell back into its holster and she now faced off again the padawan alone. Head to head, toe to toe, they fought. Her training from ages past kicked in and the passion of battle started to fill Sulen. Exchanging a few blows, she knew she wouldn't win this fight by playing clean. A trained soldier, Sulen knew how to also fight dirty.

She did another slash at the Jedi and then closed the distance between them. Letting go with one hand, her saber held in the other kept the blade locked of the Jedi and Sulen punched the man in the nose. It was an unexpected move and he jerked back in surprise. Not wasting breath on speech, when the man was pulled away clutching at his bruised nose, Sulen stabbed him through the chest with her borrowed saber.

Turning around, she saw Scuros was dealing with the others.

[member="Darth Scuros"]

 

[Ghost369]

Two Jedi came at Darth Scuros as well and he picked the green lightsaber back up with the force, putting it on his hip. He realized he still had use for it in this fight, but for now he would use his own lightsabers. The first Jedi decided to strike first, swinging at what would have been the Sith's neck if he hadn't ducked down and slashed at their knees. Scuros spun 180 degrees as the man was seperated from his legs and fell on his back.

The Jedi began to scream in pain, "Rraaaaahhh! ! !" but he was quickly silenced when the Chiss filled him with force lightning and he passed out from intense pain.

Now Scuros wouldturn to face the second Jedi and ran at her, she was just a Padawan, but he didn't care. Jumping and spinning as he held both blades out at his sides. He spun about three times before successfully forcing her to drop her lightsaber and when she did he landed before jumping and spinning again, but with both blades held out in front of him this time. The first blade cut through her left shoulder and the second followed after it until they both came out her right hip.

She was dead and now Scuros extinguished his second lightsaber before he turned back to her legless friend who had just woken up and was trying to get up, forgetting his legs were gone.

"Crinking pathetic." the Chiss said as he walked Toward the Jedi before standing over him.

He punched the Jedi in the cheek and they went back to the ground on their side. He looked at Scuros with both fear and disgust as the Chiss looked at him with only hate in his eyes as he slashed a blade across the Jedi's neck. Looking down he spotted their lightsaber and picked it up.

After this Scuros extinguished his other lightsaber and disappeared into the dark.

Soon after Sulen would hear him call to her from behind a tree, "Come on."

She would only see his glowing red eyes as he spoke before he ran to the left and disappeared again. He knew they would never succeed in fighting everyone head on and so he went with the stealth approach.

 

[Riamah]

Turning that saber off, it found its way to her side with the muscle memory the battle had woken up. When Scuros turned his own off and faded into the brush, she looked at the carnage around them. Soon other Jedi and the rebels with them would appear or find these bodies. When that happened, the two of them would be outnumbered.

Looking up when he called her, Sulen threw off the borrowed robes. Wearing dark clothes under them, she automatically disappeared in the night's darkness. She moved to follow him into the brush and waited for others to show up.

If they didn't meet up where they planned, a search party would be sent and that is what Sulen expected to happen.

[member="Darth Scuros"]

 

[Ghost369]

Darth Scuros threw off the Jedi robes he was wearing as well and underneath he was wearing what appeared to be everyday black clothes, along with a small bag containing his Sith robes. He slipped away from Sulen again to put them on, before reappearing shortly after.

"Do you know how to force jump?" He said as he jumped into a nearby tree before looking around for the other refugees to arrive.

Within about five minutes they did in fact show up and one actually happened to walk right under Scuros' tree. Quickly and with barely a sound the Sith lord leapt from his tree and landed on the rebel, putting one hand over his mouth as his weight brought them to the ground while he snapped their neck. However the made a little bit more sound when it hit the ground than intended and another refugee walked over. Scuros hid the body and stood in their place, knowing the friend couldn't see him very well in the darkness.

"What's going on over there? Are you okay?" The man said to Scuros thinking he was his friend.

"Yeah, I just fell. I'll be okay." The Chiss replied back.

"Wait, you're not who I thought you were. I don't recognize your voice. Who are you?" He asked, beginning to feel suspicious of the Scuros.

As he asked this another refugee found the other bodies. "Bodies! Dead bodies! It looks like they were killed by lightsabers. Jedi wouldn't do this, I think the Sith have found us." Nervous murmurs could be heard as they said this.

Scuros let the second refugee talk before he answered the first, "A Sith."

As quickly as he spoke the Sith ignited one of his lightsabers and swung it at the refugee's neck, taking their head off. Screams of fear could be heard as the refugees realized they had walked into a trap. All hell broke loose after that, as every Jedi ignited their lightsabers and some brave men decided to try and shoot at Scuros. Back to sender the blaster bolts went as he swung his lightsaber to deflect them all. Now he would extinguish his lightsaber and quickly return to the shadows, using force speed to quickly get away and find easy targets to thin out their numbers.

The Chiss jumped into the trees once again and used them to get around without touching the ground. He would position himself above two Jedi padawans who were standing alone in their part of the camp, lightsabers ignited. Leaping down behind them, he slashed one across the back and stabbed the other through the heart from the side. The attacks were so effective and brutal that they couldn't even scream as they died. The Sith quickly grabbed the pair before they hit the ground and placed their bodies out of view before jumping into the trees again and disappearing once more.

 

[Riamah]

"No, I have forgotten how to use the Force. It's just a distant memory to me and nothing I can do now."

Seeing he had already jumped up into a tree, she blended into the shadows a little distant from him. The only thing that might be sighted would be her head, but she highly doubted she would be noticed. The ​focus of these other people would be on their comrades, not anything else.

She watched as he dispatched the one that walked under his tree and the other that came to investigate. Taking the opportunity to move behind these men and women, Sulen would reveal herself.

"Where did he go?"

The unexpected voice behind them caused the remaining numbers to turn on her. Allowing instinct to control her allowed Sulen to use the Force. It wasn't something she could think about doing, but when she did not attempt to control anything, it flowed freely from her.

A shove, a dash, slash, twist, turn and the three bodies laid on the ground at her feet. Shock and surprise filled her, but about half of the population of the outpost had been killed by the two of them. Scuros had done more, but Sulen was just warming up.

[member="Darth Scuros"]

 

[Ghost369]

Sulen could hear the voice of Darth Scuros whispering over commlink to her, "I'm in the trees. I'll guide you to me. First enter the shadows ASAP or you're going to be overwhelmed." His voice would guide the Imperial from there to a tall tree, "Hi, I'm up here. I know you can't see in darkness, like me, but keep up next time or you're going to crinking die." If she looked up she would see his glowing eyes staring down at her.

"Come on." He said as he ran toward six rebels from behind, he was perfectly silent as he did this. Almost frighteningly so.

The Chiss would stab the first man in the back before pulling his saber up, essentially cutting his upper half. . . well in half. He body was lifted by the force and thrown into some bushes before the Sith lord engaged the second. The next he cut in half at the waist before he could even react and force threw his body out of sight as well.

As Scuros turned to the third man they shot at him, only to have that shot come back and go through his head. The Sith jumped back into the shadows once more, throwing the third body up in a tree as he did. The other three rebels he would trust Sulen to take care of.

He spoke to Sulen again, "You're up. Kill the weaklings."

[member="Sulen Dewan"]

 

[Riamah]

It may have been several centuries since she had followed orders, but her discipline remained and when Scuros told her to move, that is exactly what she did. Barely giving much thought to his words, she rolled into the shadows under the tree he was hiding in and she looked up at his glowing eyes. If she had given any real thought, Sulen would have noticed he might actually care about her.

With silent movements he ran to six others that had come up out of the darkness to investigate the ruckus they had caused earlier. Power and strength in numbers and they weren't expecting a sith lord and ancient soldier to be waiting for them.

Again instinct took over her and she dashed out into the mix still remaining. In one hand was her blaster and the other carried the saber hilt Scuros had given her. A saber that was starting to grow attached and connected to her. This weapon belonged to her now. Flowing up behind her was an illusion she had created without knowing. The shadow engulfed the four forms. A blaster shot ripped through the night and two screams followed quickly after. There was fear in them and it seemed to make that illusion stronger. After that there was silence, not even a cricket chirped nearby.

The fearful illusion faded and in the darkness, Sulen stood. Her arm had been hit and the uniform showed where the blast had gone through. What pain it involved went unnoticed by her when it happened. Now the battle was over and the bodies of their foes lay at her feet. Same as before, the Force left her, but remembering what Scuros had said, she faded back into the shadows under and behind the trees.

"We need to move. This trap is sprung. Need to come up with something new."

[member="Darth Scuros"]

 

[Ghost369]

Upon seeing Sulen use a force illusion to dispatch the rebels Darth Scuros was both surprised and impressed.

"How. . . How did you make a force illusion?" he said shocked.

He was starting to like her, despite her seemingly speciesist thoughts he felt her direct at him previously. Though he could not forget this and they would at some point soon need to have talk about this at some point soon if they were to get along. Finally he noticed she was hurt when she followed him back into the ahadows.

"You're hurt." He said.

The Chiss took some medical supplies from his bag and treated the wound as best he could before more enemies showed up. After he was finished he spoke again.

"And don't worry. I still have a plan for any survivors.." He said in response to Sulen suggesting they try something new.

Gesturing her to follow him, he walked silently between trees to flank a group of six Jedi. Scuros was now angrier and therefore more powerful than before after seeing his ally hurt. He would take his rage out upon the remaining Jedi.

The Sith threw a small rock at a boulder nearby to distract three of the Jedi and make it easier to take on the rest. They would run over to check it out, but Sulen was nearby waiting for them. Scuros would leave them to her and hoped she would be able to handle it even with her injury. If she couldn't he would step in to help her.

Suddenly he grabbed the first Jedi with the force and chucked him so hard against a tree that they died instantly.

"What was that?" The one of other two said.

One noticed that their friend was no longer next to them and called out their name, receiving only silence on return, they would finally realize their friend was dead. Suddenly this Jedi would feel hot and realized their unseen enemy had ignited their clothing with pyrokinesis. He ran away screaming as he burned. Unable to see where they were going as the fire engulfed their face, the Jedi tripped on a log and smashed his head against a rock.

It was a horrible and horrifying way to die, but Darth Scuros showed no mercy to Jedi scum. The third Jedi would look on in horror as this happened and became unbalanced, darker. The Sith could sense their hate and an opportunity to turn them.

Darth Scuros began to levitated as he put his hands together then pulled them apart, purple force lightning surging between them. He outstretched both arms forward as the powerful and excruciating lightning shot forth at the Jedi.

They would scream out in pain before igniting their lightaaber and lifting both it and their open hand up. The saber would block the lightning as the hand absorbed it with tutaminis, then shot some of it back at Scuros. Igniting one of his lightsabers, the Sith deflected his own lightning back into the sky, where it dissipated.

Darth Scuros then ran at the Jedi, opening up with an attack aimed at their shoulder, however it was blocked. Backing up, the Sith lord twirled his lightsaber so it was held in reverse grip before striking again with an attempted stab at his gut. The Jedi blocked it again, pushing Scuros's lightsaber upwards and leaving an opening for the Sith to exploit.

Grabbing the Jedi's wrist he twisted and broke it before kicking the side of their knee to break their leg as well. Their saber was dropped when their hand broke and now they were at the mercy of the Sith. Scuros extinguished his lightsaber and put it to his side before punching the Jedi hard in the face, knocking them out.

"I sense the dark side in you. A powerful Sith you shall become." The Chiss said to the unconscious Jedi as he left him there until the fight was finished.

He planed to have this Jedi taken to Korriban where he could be corrupted to serve the Sith cause. Scuros turned and looked over to Sulen, checking to see how her fight was going. He watch and would wait to see if she needed his help.

[member="Sulen Dewan"]

 

[Riamah]

Giving Scuros a slightly odd look when he asked how she had done the illusion, the pain in her arm broke through and she raised a hand to it. It came off wet with her blood and he noticed the hurt as well. While he quickly patched her up, Sulen thought back on what had happened and shook her head.

"I have no idea. There wasn't anything I did. Went in to dispatch the enemy and well as I did that, that shadow followed me in."

When he finished putting the bandage on the shot, she stopped his hand from moving away with a light touch and looked into his glowing eyes for just a moment.
​
"Thank you."

Sulen was suddenly unsure on something. She came to a decision though. Times had changed since her previous lifetime and she needed to adjust to them. Her Empire was dead and gone, but there were new ones. Scuros offered her something even if he didn't know it. An opportunity had been given to her by him and she would be a fool to not take it.

Watching what Scuros did, she saw three of the younger remaining Jedi race to investigate the sound he made with a rock. Knowing there would be others for him to take care of, it was her job and duty to deal with these three. It was too bad she wasn't a fully trained Knight or these men would have been easy. As a soldier she had been taught fights were quick business, as a Jedi she had learned the same thing.

Using the shadows and the dark to keep herself hidden, she took careful aim with her blaster and shot the left most woman in the back of the head. She tipped forward with lifeless eyes and the other two whirled around to try and find where that blast had come from. She had already moved though and they looked at where she had just been.

Taking off in that direction the two men walked into her trap. Little did she know, but the Force had once again come to her and they couldn't see her. From sight and sound, she was hidden and in a fast motion, she was behind them. Without a word, she again blasted the left most of the two without a blink of an eye and raised her saber hilt against the other.

Before he had even turned, the blue blade was through his torso and he was on the ground writhing in pain. Not a killing blow, but that came soon enough and his now lifeless body rested at her feet with the other Jedi.

She had not needed help at all and this time was untouched by saber or blaster. Turning to Scuros, she clipped the saber to her side and placed the blaster back into its hilt.

"I am sure that was all of them here."

[member="Darth Scuros"]

 

[Ghost369]

"Strange. That's a rare gift. I don't even have it. I know someone who could train you to control it."

Scuros paused a moment as she grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes and he look back into hers.

"Uh. . . You're welcome." He said nervously, which was odd for him.

The Chiss paused as he heard more Jedi approaching, the last survivors in the camp. However they wouldn't stay that way for long.

He watched her dispatch the three Jedi and then spoke, "That was pretty impressive. Come on, we're leaving."

After they killed them all Scuros walked over to the one Jedi he left alive. Stretching out his right hand the Sith electrocuted them with force lightning until they woke up. The man screamed in pain as he woke up before looking at Scuros.

"You're coming with us. I have questions for you and you will answer them." Scuros said to the soon to be Sith.

"Droid, everyone's dead, pick us up." He said to his proxy droid over comms.

"Right away, master." The droid replied back as he piloted the ship down to Voss' surface.

The Chiss turned around and spoke to Sulen next, "I have a bacta tank on the ship that can heal your wound. You shouldn't even have a scar."

Soon after the ship came down and landed nearby. Scuros gripped the prisoner with the force and carried him with inside as he boarded his ship. When Sulen followed, the ramp would come back up and the ship would take off for space

"Where are you from, Sulen?" Darth Scuros would ask, "I can take you there or back to Dromund Kaas if you want."

[member="Sulen Dewan"]

 

[Riamah]

The moment last only a heartbeat or two before the mission took over again. Scuros had said he didn't know what skill she had used, but knew somebody that could train her. Her question would have to wait until they were back on his ship.

He asked where she was from and she shook her head.

"Small rock you've probably never heard of. Nothing has been there for me for 800 years though. I have no home now, Scuros."

Following him around on​ the ship, Sulen was almost like a lost puppy.

"Just a patch should do it. A tank would be wasted on such a small wound. I guess just take me back to Dromund Kaas, it's where my ship is at least."

​Not giving voice to her thoughts, the one that did come up quite strongly was her wish he would ask her to stay with him. So far he had proved to be a good ally and partner. They worked well together and because of that, she hoped to spend more time with him. An opportunity to hone her battle skills and get caught up on the times.

[member="Darth Scuros"]

 

[Ghost369]

"I feel the same way about my frigid planet. They Exiled me. If you want you can keep working with me and stay on the ship. I only use it during missions so you'll have it to yourself most if the time. My place is on Dromund Kaas and I keep the ship nearby."

Scuros saw something he liked in Sulen and her skills had impressed him. She was useful and not so bad, he'd keep her around.

"You sit down in the lounge and relax. I'm going lovk our prisoner away and go my room to change."

The Chiss walked to the engine room, with the Jedi carried behind him with the force, before locking him up. Scuros then walked back toward his living quarters. The Sith opened up a private hologram communications channel with the same person who gave it to him and reported that his mission was complete and that he had captured a prisoner.

He cleaned himself up before he came back out of his room wearing a grey shirt that said "The Sith Empire" with their Symbol underneath, black pants with a red stripe, and black shoes. Scuros then walked to the med bay and rummaged around before finding a bacta pad and walking out to the lounge to better treat Sulen's blaster wound.

"I have a bacta pad for you arm."

He would sit down next to her before taking off the bandages that wrapped her arm. Scros then applied the bacta pad gently over the wound.

"I'm glad you're okay." He said looking her in the eyes.

[member="Sulen Dewan"]