Kill and Eat.

[Darth Metus]

Wealth meant nothing.

It did not matter how many credits the Dar'manda had in his accounts. It did not matter how many corporations he ran or how many assets were his. In this moment, all that mattered was the purity of the hunt. Like a gust poised to snuff out a flame, he was the predator aiming to extinguish a life. Had this unfortunate soul offended Dagora-Kel in some, fundamental way? Was he guilty of crossing a Sith Lord? To these, the answer was no.

All this unfortunate soul did was earn a bounty on his head; and Dagora was more than happy to oblige.

Although he had left the path of Mandalore behind, his blood still craved combat. His heart yearned to thunder in the manner that only combat could provide. He longed to kill. He ached for a decent hunt...and now, Nar Shaddaa was his playground. The seedy world was the perfect scenery for such a prowl, for the Dar'manda was unfamiliar with its twisting alleys and roads. This would prove challenging...this would make the hunt all the more worthwhile.

To this end, Dagora arrived with little more than the bare necessities on his person. The location of his mark had been provided beforehand, along with a warning: he was prone to run. Excellent. Dagora made his presence known within the hole in the wall bar the coordinates had provided: a simple display of basic Telekinetics to send a table flying after the hooded mark. This started the flight, for the man was soon out the back door.

Good. Dagora liked it when they ran.

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

Commotion, the very thing that woke the lass from the much needed Z's. Hell, being a mercenary got tiring every now and then. So when she opened her eyes to see some hothead hurl a table using the force only to send her prey running, she was annoyed so very annoyed. Rising and moving to the door, she nodded towards the bartender whilst loading her archaic revolver. Slipping out the door and down a side street, she came up behind the person that sent her next meal ticket running.


"Oh, look at me.. I can use the force so i'm going to throw this here table in a show of asserting my dominance.."

Finishing her mini-rant, she'd shove by him only to channel the force and hurl the nearest dumpster at him. Slipping down a side street, she began running towards the area where she knew her prey would try to leave the planet. That's what he always did, she'd get close enough to make the bounty and some idiot would karking come in and ruin it. No, not this time, this was her next meal and board on the line, she needed this bounty to get by for a while.

[member=Dagora-Kel]

 

[Darth Metus]

Oh look, an ant.

Typically, a giant would not acknowledge the gripes of an insect. However, Dagora couldn't help but turn his head when the feminine snark reached his ears. He was then met by a rather pretty sight and offered a bemused smirk in response. "Yep." A single word slipped past the Dar'manda's lips before he returned to the Hunt. He fully intended to allow his response to irk the young woman, but that was supposed to be the end of it. She bit, he bit back, and the show continued.

At least, that's how these things were supposed to go. However, the ant had an ace up her sleeve. No sooner did she huff past did Dagora find a dumpster being telekinetically slid his way. It wasn't exactly the most ridiculous display of force utilization, but the Sith Lord was not expecting this. Reaching out, he caught the dumpster upon the flats of his palms and pushed; backing his own strength with that of the Force. Needless to say it screeched to a halt...

...And suddenly, he realized that his prey had escaped.

That momentary distraction afforded an opening and the wry Bastard took off. Now, the Dar'manda was justifiably irked...and the ant was going to become a rather pretty target. "Oh. You done goofed." he seethed. Drawing a breath, he centered his mind before reaching out through the Force. He attempted to Sense where the slippery woman had run off to, and felt her signature not too far off. This was good. This meant he could catch up. Swiftly, he broke out into a full sprint; finding that he could move all the more quickly whilst unburdened by Beskar'gam. He dashed down the alley and took a turn...only to be met with a glimpse of platinum blonde hair. There she was!

A snarl characterized his expression as wrath surged forth from his hand. Bolts of forceborn lightning leapt forth and spanned the gap, striking the wall only a few inches away from her person. He missed, intentionally, so that she might be inspired to turn and face him. "You want to interfere? Fine. Come at me girl."

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

She had expected to him to throw a hissy-fit. That's how it always went big shots didn't like when those weaker than them bit back. That right there was why she slowed her pace, she knew her preys pattern already, she'd been chasing him long enough, she knew how to find him when the time came, so when the lightning struck a few feet from her, she turned and faced this male, not bothered in the least. Normal people would show a sign of worry or fear, not her, She was after all used to those in power beating on those beneath them. Hell, her own family tried to make her perfect and failed. She was treated as a slave and beaten on numerous occasions. Getting the crap beat out of her wasn't anything new.


"The statistics of me ' coming at you' are not in my favor, there are of course many plausible ends to how this encounter will end, none of which I am fond of. Now then, let's go.. Beat the heck out of me and get it over with, that's how the world goes is it not?"

Her words slipped out in a soft tone , her arms moving to cross over her chest whilst she just stared at him, she had no doubt in her mind that he would try to bully or scare her in some shape or form, but in all honestly she wouldn't be affected by it. So there she stood staring down the male that snarled.


"Look, if you're going to snarl at people maybe you should get checked out...I mean unless you're a dog?"

 

[Darth Metus]

Although justifiably irked by the antics of the woman, her response to having lightning strike an inch away from her person was...odd. The average soul would have quaked in their boots, or would have at least gone on the defensive. Not this girl. She seemed...unafraid. Fearless. With not a care in the world, she turned and faced down the Sith Lord, yet was not exactly keen on going toe to toe with him. Smart. Fearless. These were valuable qualities.

Lowering his hand, Dagora advanced. He wiped the snarl from his face, solely to remove the most recent target of antics, and came to a halt before the woman.

"For the giftless, the world works like that. But for people like us, it does not." he said simply. "There is no doubt in my mind that I could end you where you stand; and you acknowledge this possibility as well. All this over a bounty, a lost one at that." As he spoke, it was evident that the Sith Lord was thinking.

She had potential, and he just so happened to be in the market for tapping potential. So, an offer could be made. She cost him a hunt, she could repay the debt.

"For those like us, gifted with the Force, the world is shaped according to our whims. You do not have to be the ant being crushed by the giant; you can be anything you choose to be. Now, the way I see it...you owe me a debt. A bounty was lost: the thrill of a hunt extinguished. No sum of credits can replace that...but there is something you can give."

"I offer you the freedom to choose: pay your debt by blood...or...pay your debt through learning. Become my apprentice. Learn to cultivate the gift you have."

And for Dagora? There was no greater thrill then elevating a student. To cultivate untapped potential...that was greater than even the most dangerous hunt.

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

His approach sent her mind spinning into various thought paths, those enhancements kicking into high gear. A slight tick of her fingers were the only indicator that she was mulling something over withing the depths of her mind.
It didn't take long for his words to reach her ears , the sound of laughter soon following once they clicked.

"I will become your apprentice , not for the reasons you brought up. You have a few nifty tricks, ones I think I could amuse myself with trying to expand on.."
Thirty-one words would seal the deal, she would allow him to teach her to harness her'gift'.

A polite nod was soon given to him followed by her slipping a bit of snark as a form of introduction. Placing her hands on both hips, she'd tilt her head slightly, both her eyes shining with a defiant light as she began speaking to him.

" I am Vesphira. Ves-phi-ra, Try not to screw my name up.. " That being said, she moved a few feet from him, her head inclining towards the direction of the bar."You know my name, now i'd like to know something about you. What's your drink?"

Giving him a short period of time to answer, she would begin heading in the direction of the bar, her lips twitching in amusement when he couldn't see. If he thought she was going to be some pliant student, he was in for one hell of a ride. She was far too ornery for her own good. Hell, before their time together was up he would most likely have quite a few grey hairs, from both good and bad scenarios.

[member="Dagora-Kel"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Silence. Obvious calculation...laughter?

Each occurred in rapid succession following the Sith Lord's offer. In all honesty, Dagora did not know what to expect when he gave the woman the choice. Part of him anticipated a small mountain of snark followed by a chase; yet never did he imagine that he would be met with laughter. However, before he could so much as part his lips to speak, Vesphira accepted his offer. Sure, her words were laced with the same undertone that characterized the whole of their conversation, but a yes was a yes.

Then came the snark. More of it.

With hands on her hips, she introduced herself. Dagora couldn't help but smirk in response to her antics. He could already tell that she was not going to be a typical apprentice, and in all honesty he was fine with that. His enjoyment came from the journey itself; and, being a snarkastic creature himself, this had all the makings for a good time. Splaying his fingers across his sternum, the Dar'manda decided to meet antics with antics.

He lowered in a half-bow and introduced himself in the most obviously-pompous voice he could muster. "Well met, Vesphira. I am Dagora-Kel. You may refer to me as Dagora or Master of you so choose." He then righted himself and offered a wink before speaking in a normal tone of voice. "My drink is Corellian Whiskey. You?"

With that said, he followed after his newfound apprentice, almost eager to see where the conversation would lead.

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

So, he gave back what he received?Perfect. That meant she wouldn't be bored to death learning from him. Hearing his choice of drink, she couldn't help but to give a semi' unladylike snort before muttering under her breath,"So his drink choice is way better than his clothing choice. "Glancing over her shoulder quickly she'd glower at him in semi disgust, slightly annoyed at his flaunting of whatever funds he may have. Most people hunting bounties did it to survive not for sport as he had claimed to be doing. Biting back a very rude remark ,she strolled off towards the bar, not waiting for him.


Within a few minutes she came to the establishment that had played a part in the drastic change in her life. Strolling on in, she weaved around drunks and made her way straight to the bar. Within seconds she had the aging male behind the bar engaged in conversation, it seeming quite boisterous to any on looker. After a few moments, she would make her request of her dear friend."I need a bottle of Corellian Whiskey please.." She'd murmur softly before offering her trade-mark smirk. "Put it on my tab."She'd add as an after statement, seconds before a bottle and two shot glasses would be slid across the bar towards her. Leaning over the bar, she'd place a kiss on his cheek before turning on her heels and moving towards the table she had been formerly sleeping at. Pulling out a chair, she'd shrug out of her jacket and remove all of her weapons before moving to lower herself down into the chair and get comfortable while she waited for Dagora to catch up to her.

[member="Dagora-Kel"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Dagora may have been getting up there in years, but his hearing had yet to be affected. That, and they were far enough away from the bar that the boisterous noises would not infringe upon a friendly conversation. As such, when the young woman made her snide remark, the Sith Lord looked down at his attire. Unlike his years of Mandalorian servitude, there was no Beskar'gam to be found. Instead, he wore a loose-fitting shit, comfortable cargos, boots, and a Cater Coat.

Was there something wrong with dressing for comfort?

Looking up, Dagora soon found that he was alone. In the instant it took to examine his choices in clothing, Vesphira had taken it upon himself to return to the bar from whence she had come. The Dar'manda simply shrugged internally and followed after, taking only a few moments to enter the establishment after her. Upon stepping inside, he stood back and watched as she struck up a conversation with the bartender. They shared a few laughs, they shared even more smiles, and when it was all said and done she procured a bottle of rather expensive whiskey and two glasses.

Now, this meant one of two things in Dagora's mind. Either she was sleeping with the barkeep or she knew how to put her good looks to work. At this point, the Dar'manda simply didn't know the woman well enough to discern which of the two was more likely, so he shelved this particular observation and moved to join her at her chosen table. Easing himself down, the Sith Lord reached for one of the shot glasses and offered Vesphira a nod. Maybe she would do him the courtesy of pouring him a drink? Maybe she wouldn't.

"I propose we make this interesting." he suggested with a grin. "I know nothing about you, and you know nothing about me. However, if you are to be my apprentice, and I your Master, then we will need to know more than the bare minimum. So, I propose that we start a round of open questions: you ask me anything, and I ask you anything. If the question is too personal for you to answer, you drink. Same goes for me. However, for every question you answer, I drink. Same goes for you."

"Sound like a plan?"

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

B a i l o u t;

Karking B A I L O U T her mind screamed upon him giving the suggestions of them asking each other questions.

Picking up the bottle, she'd move to pour him a drink in hopes that the internal screaming going on in her head would quiet down and let her go over the pros and cons of a such a game. She wasn't at risk of getting drunk, she had an abnormal tolerance for booze, that and she wouldn't put herself into a situation where she wasn't fully alert. Leaning back, she'd study every inch of him, her eyes flicking over him in the briefest of sweeps. Delicate yet fierce features remained completely neautral whilst any form of emotions where only lock and key, a habit she had learned growing up, if she didn't let those pesky emotions surface she didn't hurt or become distracted. They proved a both to the analytical view she had on most things.


Leaning forward, she'd soon poor herself a drink, her head giving him a respectful incline as she lifted the whiskey to her nose and sniffed it before leaning back once more and pursing her lips a quirk Dagora would come to associate with her thinking. "Alright, I'll bite. You want to play a game to get to know eachother, then we shall.. " Glancing at the bar, she would nod towards her dear friend that doubled as a father when she had stumbled upon this planet years ago."First, you owe the owner of this Establishment a new table. Next time have some respect for the little people. My adoptive father did not wrong you.." That being said, she mulled over what she would ask for a few moments before blurting out the first question that came to mind."Doesn't if bother you that you make sport out of something that some people have to do to survive?"Oh look at that the hardened woman may just have a heart. If Dagora looked close he'd realize he should tread carefully with his answer to this particular question.

Her question ashed, she would set her drink upon the table and lean back, poker face once again slid into place whilst she waited for the answer to the question that would either appease or anger her to the point of lashing out at the male sitting with her. A strained smile was given to him, her posture that of a cat ready to pounce upon it's prey.

[member="Dagora-Kel"]

 

[Darth Metus]

For a moment, Dagora honestly thought the woman would simply scoff and make some snide remark about pouring his own beverage. However, to his slight surprise, she filled his glass with the Corellian brew and even offered a nod. Smiling, Dagora then raised his glass to her, swirled the whiskey about for a second, and took a tentative sip. All the while, he listened to what she had to say regarding the potential game.

And he soon discovered that his initial train of thought was dead wrong. She wasn't putting her looks to work, she knew the man very well. "Huh." he said simply in response to the 'adopted father' bit. "Not a problem. Before we leave, I'll be sure to reimburse your father for the damages; along with my apologies." Normally things didn't go this way when it came to Hunting. If he blasted through a wall or broke a couple tables, he wouldn't think of saying sorry. However, his apprentice's father warranted an exception to this trend.

Lowering his glass, Dagora then awaited the first question of the evening. Would it be about his past? A continuation of the basics? The Dar'manda was all but eager to hear...And when he did, his eyebrow raised. Vesphira was looking at his hunt with sentimental eyes.

"No, it doesn't. I have been hunting bounties since I was fifteen years old. It gave me the funds to live; to survive. That said, my everyday life gets...ridiculous at times. Sometimes I just need to get away for a while and cut loose. Sure, I don't need the money, which is why I don't ever go after the high priority targets anymore. Sometimes, a man just has to get away and cut loose, y'know?"

Hopefully that was satisfactory enough. If not, she could press the issue when it was her turn again. "Alright, my turn. Why do you care if I make sport out of bounty hunting?" he said, speaking in an earnest tone. This was not an attack or snark, but general curiosity. Hopefully she would take it as thus.

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

The anger she initially felt at his response ripped through her blood, if she thought it possible she thought it may boil and burst forth from beneath the very body that harbored it. Just as quickly as the anger to his response came it was grasped onto and shoved back into the convenient room that housed those pesky emotions. Licking her lips to moisten them before speaking, she would drum her nails against the table, a rhythmic clicking sound soon following. Arching a brow, she debating on lashing out and giving him her reasoning. Sighing, she moved to pick up the glass, close to taking the easy way out. Deciding against it, she decided to humor herself.

"Some people hunt bounties to survive. So, when people like y o u barge in an ruin their next meal ticket for fun. it's like a slap to the face.."


His questioned answered, she would mull over his next question debating on what to ask him, so many choices swirling around within the pretty little head of hers. Giving him a long look, she would decide to lighten the mood. "So, any children.. ? "She'd question before adding a little snark beneath her breath. "You seem old enough to have a few.."



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[Darth Metus]

There were certain things that a gifted individual could simply feel. After years of being steeped in the Dark Side, Dagora was...sensitive...to emotional flares. He could feel anger ripple through the Force, as if begging for the Darkness to grant power. Anger was a powerful resource, after all, and in the right hands could create great things. In any case, the Dar'manda could feel his apprentice's anger that erupted in response to his words. However, that same anger vanished almost as swiftly as it had appeared.

He watched as she then began to drum her fingers upon the table, as if carefully selecting her next words. When she did speak, Dagora tried to read the hidden meaning laced behind each syllable. Before him sat a beautiful woman in a world characterized by filth, grime, and violence. If this is where she grew up, then it must not have been easy. If these were the streets she called home, then bounty hunting may have been the sole thing standing between a full plate or an empty stomach. Hell, maybe she was stuck here and couldn't afford to get offworld.

Whatever the case, Dagora simply nodded before folding his arms. This, like her fingers tapping on the table, was a habit. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Did I ruin your next meal ticket?" he asked rather bluntly, before awaiting her next question. And what a change of pace it was. From bounty hunting to offspring. Smiling, Dagora leaned forward ever so slightly and responded. "I have two daughters: Deneve and Adela." he began, before asking the same. "How about you? Any little ones of your own?"

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

"That 'meal ticket' you barged in on was the way I was going to repay the man that took me in when I stumbled into this bar ten years ago, beaten senseless and half deranged... "


She answered honestly, her words leaving her lips in a soft tone, the last thing she needed was her adoptive father hearing her and being saddened in any shape by her words. The second he answered reconition flashed across her face before she started laughing out loud. "What a small galaxy indeed..." She's state after her laughter died down, moving to take a sip only to about choke on her drink at his question. Cleaing her throat, she looked at him intently, her answer soon following."No, certain activities have to happen to ensure offspring. Activities I haven't felt the need to participate in nor have every been approached for.."


Clearing her throat, she shot right into her next question not missing a beat."Would you say your life has been hard?"

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[Darth Metus]

"I see." breathed the Dar'manda.

For a moment, he chanced a glance at the aging barkeep and offered a nod of respect. After all, he had taken someone in off the streets and protected them. Nar Shaddaa typically ate beaten, deranged women...but Vesphira was saved by this man. Turning to face his apprentice once more, he then found her laughing ever so slightly and commenting on the small state of the Galaxy. Lofting a brow, he wondered why the mention of his children was so...wait.

Adela was too young to have crossed paths with Vesphira, but Deneve...they were of comparable age. "You wouldn't happen to know my daughters, would you?" he asked, before being practically blown away by her response to his previous question. No kids, sure, but no one had so much as approached her? Either she had a mean streak or her adoptive father was doing one hell of a job.

However, Dagora was not touching that one. Instead he went ahead and answered her question. "I would say that my life has been hard, yes, but I make it easier everyday. Power does that, as you'll soon come to find out. Now, as for my question...If I were to offer you the means, would you allow me to help you repay your father today?"

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

"I do know your daughter Deneve. We met when she snuck off of Dathomir... I find it amusing to meet you and hear what she said. She has father issues... I basically had to drag her kicking and screaming back to that planet... "Thinking back on that particular day, she actually smiled, not a forced or strained smile but a genuine smile. Hearing his question she would arch a brow and then study him before glancing at her father."Even if I allowed it. He wouldn't accept it. He is a prideful man.." An offhanded statement was given before she poured herself and him another drink. For a drinking game this was turning out rather.... Well, it was honestly kinda of boring. She wasn't reallu surprised at whom he was. Deneve whether she chose to accept it or not was the spitting image Of her father.

Rising from her seat, she moved to the bar to procure another drink, her favorite what this particular establishment made a few years back after she stated that she missed a few certain things. Moving back towards the table, she would pour the shimmering liquid into a glass and down it before pouring herself another. drifting into silence, she would mull over what to ask him next, a thousand or so questions running through her head at alarming speed.

"That.. Force lightning... You're a Sith Lord right?"

She chuckled slightly, thinking of how her father would roll over in his grave at her drinking in a bar on a grimy planet with a Sith Lord. A fond smile drifted across her features as she thought about her father only to turn quickly to a darker road. Images of her murdering her mother's family danced within her mind, a strange look entering her eyes before she pulled herself free of such thoughts. It was after all rude to think of murder whilst sharing drinks with another.

[member="Dagora-Kel"]

 

[Darth Metus]

"Can't say I'm surprised." he said with a chuckle. "Trying to keep Deneve cooped up on Dathomir was bound to see a prison break...or three...I'm just glad she has a friend like you with enough sense to bring her back safely. For that, you have my thanks." Deneve could be certain that he would address that the next time they had a sit down, but for now the Dar'manda continued to listen to the words of his apprentice.

"Then why would the bounty you...lost...prove any different? If you walked in with a pile of credits, he would turn it down no? How then did you plan on repaying him?" he inquired. This wasn't meant to be offensive or anything, but rather to sate pure curiosity. That said, he lofted a brow when the next question was made. Sure, [member="Vesphira So'Kil"] was now his apprentice...but there were certain things one simply did not blab about in public.

Was he a Sith? Absolutely. Marked and named by the Dark Lord himself. Was he particular active? Not really. Was he about to divulge his identity in a crowded bar full of potential spies and eavesdroppers? Kark no. As such, he reached out, raised his glass, and took a hearty swig. After finishing, he set the glass back upon the tabletop with a solid "thunk!" and posed his question.

"Who taught you how to sling dumpsters around?"

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

"There are ways to bypass his pride... Say, said credits were conveniently handed over to his wife whom handles their finances... " Setting down her shot glass, she moved to grab the bottle of the shimmering liquid, pouring some of both that and the whiskey into her shot glass in preparation. His answer yes his answer to her question was with amusement. She gave him a look that said.'I called that one.' Inclining her head in respect at his opting not to admit out loud whom he was, she bit back a chuckle before his next question dampened her mood entirely. A frown soon presented itself upon her features before she spoke softly."My father.." Two simple words heralded her hand shooting out and picking up the glass before she would down the mixture far to quickly for her own good. Blinking past the onset of memories she grit her teeth in irritation, her mood shifting to a semi-lower point before she leaned forward to ask her next question.

"What can I expect while being your apprentice?"A simple enough question. Better get all the guidelines and things settled before hand. she'd like to know what to expect before hand it made things easier on her part when it came to her mind racing and analyzing everything. Better get that out of the way beforehand.

[member="Dagora-Kel"]

 

[Darth Metus]

"Then if there is a way to bypass his pride, we now find ourselves back to the original question." he said with amusement lightly tinting his voice. "Personally, I find debt to be unnecessary baggage, so as your Master it is my responsibility to help you free of that chain. As such, I ask again, would you be willing to accept my assistance in repaying your father?"

With that said, the Dar'manda watched as the lightness of their conversation took a slight turn. His question had an answer, but it was not going to be elaborated on in the slightest; nor would Dagora push the issue. Instead, after watching Vesphira down the concoction of Whiskey and whatever other liquor she mixed it with, he quietly took a light sip of his own beverage. Then, a moment later, a new question was posed.

"Travel, Training, and Trials." he said simply, lowering his glass to the table. "As my apprentice, you will be more than simply learn what I have to teach. You will accompany me where I go and learn the ways of the world I frequent. You will undergo vigorous training that will undoubtedly put you in the best shape of your life. And you will be tested. Thoroughly. You can expect that your time as my apprentice will not be easy, but it will be rewarding...And not just in the metaphorical sense either."

[member="Vesphira So'Kil"]

 

[Vesphira So'Kil]

"Then, I'll answer yet again, if you feel the need to help me then by all means go ahead and help me.."


His answer to her question was given soon after he took a tiny sip of his drink. Setting her shot glass down, she would drift into silence for a few moments, her eyes getting a faraway look in them as she thought everything through. After a few what seemed like a good ten minutes of what could be considered awkward silence, she would finally begin speaking once more. A neutral yet carefree look dancing across her features before she began speaking in a direct, straight to the point manner Dagora would soon learn to associate with her as a person.

"There isn't anymore point to sitting around and chit-chatting. You have things to teach me. I want to learn. I believe it is in the best interest of both parties to take leave of this place.."

Reaching out, she picked up the bottle of shimmering liquid and downed it in five long swallows, setting the bottle down, she'd clear her throat, one of her brows rising into a slight arch as she leaned back to watch and wait for his reactions to her words. It was then that she realized that she would have to tell her adoptive father that she was leaving, leaving with a stranger at that. A frown graced that pretty face of hers followed by a thoughtful look before she placed both of her hands on the table and leaned forward

"So, you get to explain this to my adoptive father. No mind tricks either. I know how your kind work."

She lowered her voice as the last six words she would say to him, a polite look on her face, showing that she wasn't trying to be rude but that she in fact really did know what she was talking about when it came to the majority of the Sith's she had crossed paths with on her travels in the last six years.


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