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Old Places, New Faces

Small Coruscant, smugglers moon, death trap, and some unsavory names the rather affluent confederacy commander dare not repeat out loud. It had been quite a while since Kurenai had visited Na Shadda, the crime ridden and unforgiving planet being a rather old stomping ground for the over 800-year-old energy vampire. Though the most recent visit to this place was with her new master, another energy vampire even older then herself, which just also happened to be her great grandmother. Said small trip here involving the retrieving of stygum crystals for a cloaking device to keep some fortress safe from prying eyes, a little haven for their own kind.

Though on this occasion such a trip was for different reasons though in the end related, a further search for family, her long lost parents. From what information dear old great grandmother had said Kureani's own mother was alive somewhere, fleeing the core worlds after a... family dispute, and what better place to attain little gossip and information then here. Such a place was your average night club, but it was the best place to start, and if nothing came up? well it was a different scene, little change from the regular military environment she was accustom to.

The rather spunky music, smell of drink and some drugs in the air, lights and of course dancing girls, one's not to dissimilar from those that herself and great grandmother had rescued last time they were here. 'Wait no gotta keep focus, for now at least, but do far nothing has come up, what to do, what to do'.

[member="Nomira"]
 
Nomira griped the pole that she danced on as shouts from the patrons echoed through the rooms of the large throne room of Groda the Hutts. She looked over to the other platform where he mother danced. It was strange looking at her mother when she danced. Although she was in her early 40's she looked the same age as Nomira herself. She wore a tight body suit the covered her torso leaving her arms and legs exposed to the greasy air. Nomira felt a puncture in her heart as her mom glared over at her. She harbored so much disappointment for her daughter after Nomira was tricked to become a slave to save her mother.

Nomira looked away as she preformed a twirl keeping her lower torso and legs locked tight to the pole to keep herself from slipping. She hated the feeling of the pole against her body. Especially since the outfit Nomira was wearing a two piece that only covered her private areas (barley), leaving her stomach and legs exposed. Sweat glistened over her already shiny purple skin. She hated this. The shouts from the patrons didn't help either. Looking around she could see a few familiar faces. A couple of regulars and some more rare bounty hunters. But on this part of Nar, you either went to the palace to watch the dancers and have a few drinks, or you were brought here to die.

The music slowed and the people cheered. She stepped down from the pole and looked back at her mom. She didn't even acknowledge her. "I am sorry mom." Nomira said quietly under her breath as she raised her hands to her chest. She made her way to the shower room walking past a few other dancers. Suddenly Nomira felt a tingle in her head. An eager that she had never felt before. She looked around over the gathering of people. There in the corner was a woman who had dark eyes and intimidating look. Strangely Nomira felt an urge to approach her. Sure she was good looking but it was a different eager . She suddenly snapped herself out of it and went for the shower rooms.
 
The dancer on pole sure had some skill, from the looks of things, mainly with an untrained eye it seemed the Twi'lek was a professional, spinning around with very inciting twirls and moves, the two piece suit she wore most likely luring many male glances, but that was only the surface. From the back table Kurenai felt someone from the purple skinned woman, weak at the moment, but a very definite force signature, one that for the most part was untamed, free, but was also slightly filled with darkness, hate, worry, regret. It was the classic back story of a lot of Sith, being a slave of some sort, made to do terrible things, those emotions bottling up inside one until they were either consumed by the dark side, or were noticed by 'certain', people.

In all honesty not her problem, if not for the small moment of hesitation on the girls part, in the brief amount of time the two's eyes locking, Kurenai having her chin rested top a pain of folded over hands, the stoic and slightly moody emotions being a very stark contrast to the Twi'leks. Not only that the two's attire could not be more different, whereas the Twi'lek was almost naked Kurenai was covered all over, aside from her face, with dark combat armor, a sabre clearly holstered on her belt along with a blaster pistol and knife. Still behind all that was a woman who could be rather emotional, caring and compassionate, in the very rare cases even seductive, and at this moment, in the small span the two eyes met the Twi'lek had deserved some companion.

While not one was looking the energy vampire slowly slid away into the shadows, taking a small detoured route, following the small force signature from the girl, ducking and weaving her way towards to shower room, her own signature being on clear display for the Twi'lek to sense. 'Let us see what you can do little one, will you run, hide, seek me out, oh the possibilities are endless'. It felt different form her last student, one that showed their potential during a fight with another froce user, in this case the person could react any other way.

[member="Nomira "]
 
Nomira wrapped her arms around her exposed body and walked towards the shower room. Her head was pounding and heart beating fast. "Who was that woman? What was that woman? Why do I feel so.." Her thoughts were cut off as two woman exited the shower room. A chill ran up her spine as she suddenly felt like her mind was in two places. She felt a strange urge to keep her thoughts hidden. She closed her eyes and entered the steam filled room. She walked to an open stall and stripped off her top. She looked in the mirror admiring her figure. "Yeah focus on that." She thought to herself. She slipped off her bottoms and closed the curtains behind her.

Turing on the shower she felt a pleasing sensation as warm water splashed against her chest and dripped down to her purple legs. Suddenly she heard a noise in the stall next to her. "Well if it isn't Nomira?" A familiar voice said. "Oh no, Casiia." Nomira thought. Casiia was one of the most sought after slave girls in the palace, she was the most popular, and best dancer. This made the Hutt give her the best clothing to keep men looking over her. Nomira looked down to see the rashes that ran down her leg from the outfits she wore. "What do you want?" Nomira said in a defensive tone. "I want to know why you think you can outshine me. You are stupid! You had your freedom and you lost it to save that old woman! " Laughed Casiia. "Now I want you to come over here." She demanded. "No! You pervert!" Nomira said in shock at the woman's request. She heard wet footsteps. Suddenly Nomira's curtain opened and Casiia stood there, her naked body dripping. "What did you say to me?! You virgin! " She ran at Nomira and slapped her face. Nomira cried out in pain. Another blow fell and Nomira slipped and fell on the wet ground as Casiia shouted profanity at her. She felt a sharp pain in her side as Casiia kicked her over and over. Nomira felt blood drip from her nose and went into a fetal position covering her face. "Stop." She said weakly. "Stop!" Nomira shouted sticking out her hand. The kicking stopped.

Nomira looked up to see Casiia staring blankly at the wall. Nomira stood up and wiped the blood off her nose as the shower still splashed the two woman. She waved her hand in front of her face. Nothing. She poked her and hit her lightly and still nothing. "What did I just do?" Nomira thought. Suddenly Nomira looking into Casiia's eyes remembered the comment about her mother and the pain that she inflicted on her. In all her anger she threw a punch at the woman standing in front of her. Knocking the girls head so hard the limp body hit the ground with a thump. Nomira felt a swell of pride as she turned off the shower and stepped over the unconscious body. She grabbed her custom, and a towel and made her way to her dorm. "That felt great!"
 
Kurenai had reached the shower a few minutes ago, keeping to the shadows as some of the other dancing girls left, her blue (for now) eyes keeping close watch on the Twi'lek as the warm water cascaded over her purple skin, a very natural beauty, almost serine. Well that was until another woman came into the picture, herself able to instantly see this 'one' was the Hutts favourite, probably less of a slave and more a princess that used her position in an abusive manner. Seeing the other dancer and the way she abused the Twi'lek just made Kuernai's skin itch, wanting nothing more than to extend her hand and crush their small frail wind pipe, but not, this would be a small test, to see how the other reacted. Would they cower in fear, or lash out at their attacker, could they harness their hidden force abilities?

It did not take Kurenai long to find out, the Twi'lek lashing out in anger, sending a small rippled through the force as her fist collided with the others, clearing the recipient of the punch not expecting it, crumpling to the floor. 'Well she definitely packs a nice punch, and that smell, hmmmm what sweet blood, yes she will do nicely'. Leaning against the wall Kurenai hid her presence as the Twi'lek excited the the shower, a small smile across her face upon seeing the triumphant look upon the dancer, 'well nice to know she has confidence now, but the big problem, who do I have to kill in order to claim this one as my own'? Perhaps she would discover such answer upon talking with the woman, Kurenai pushing off the shower room wall, stalking the dancing girl back to the dorm rooms, wanting to make sure things where more... private before the confrontation.


[member="Nomira "]
 
Nomira walked through the dark halls smiling to herself over how she had just triumphed over the worst woman she had ever met. But it was strange. She had never seen anything like that. Maybe it was just some sort of disorder that Casiia had. Either way it felt good to drop her like that. "Next time I am going to.." She paused as she realized the possibilities you could do with a person like that. Someone who didn't react to anything she did. But it never crossed her mind if she was the one to make her so absent minded.

Nomira reached the dorm room. Every slave gets a room. Inside was a cot (or a bed depending on popularity) a lamp, a dresser (that only kept her night gown) and cheap sink that didn't have the cleanest of water. Nomira smiled as she slipped off the towel and laid down on her cot. Any caution to her past feelings about keeping her feelings and thoughts hidden were the farthest thing in her mind. She slipped onto her side and giggled as the air danced around her exposed form. She stood up and turned towards the dresser and put on her night gown. That is when she heard a knock at the door..
 
For the moment the cost was clear, the other girls already on stage dancing away, others probably in their room sleeping or doing what little recreation was possible, though they were on a time limit. No doubt when someone found that other woman's body in the shower the Twi'lek would have hell to pay, and knowing hot Hutts worked no outcome seemed good. One way or another the dancer would have to leave, the question was would they leave with Kurenai or try and make a break for themselves.

Perhaps knocking was not the most subtle way of getting the woman's attention but there was not much else Kurenai could do without drawing suspicion to herself. Really, like how would a Twi'lek dancer react to a heavily armored woman sneaking into her room seeming to appear out of thing air, the only thing she could do was wait and try to gain access through more legitimate means, not that being here wasn't a break of the rules already. Standing with her arms cross the Dark Jedi master awaited an answer from the door, able to hear foot steps and other sounds from inside.

[member="Nomira"]
 
Nomira opened the door. Before her stood a woman in thick body armor. Nomira stumbled back a few steps and screamed as she realized what might be happening. This was one of Casiia's bounty hunters. The ones that were so in love with her they would kill just to be around her. Nomira was worried something like this would have happened. Although Casiia was the favorite she also was still a slave. The Hutt would do nothing to punish Nomira unless there was a few witnesses. And there were none in the shower room. But Casiia took maters into her own hands this time. She sent this girl to kill her!

She stumbled back clinging to the cot as the woman moved closer and closer. "No please! I will do anything!" Nomira begged the woman . She looked around for anyway out. But to no avail. Nomira was trapped with the bounty hunter!
 
Kurenai had to mentally slap herself and sight at the Twi'leks, reaction, of course she freaked out and by the force the woman was loud, hopefully no one else head the scream, and if they did hopefully they would not care, enough to come looking. As the woman stumbled back, yelling about not wanting to die Kurenai had not much choice but to quickly slip a hand over the blue skinned slips, but not before getting a rather, close up look of her more... private areas, Though not usually affected by such this time around the situation made her feel a little embarrassed, by the new position they where in being even more awkward.

In attempt to silences the woman her arm had caught on the dressing gown, which was already pulled up a bit, Kurenai's action lifting the rather short pace of clothing even higher, pretty much exposing the woman's lower half. "Shhhh, be quite, I am not here to kill you young one, other reasons have made me follow you, turst me, if I wanted you dead there would have been not time to scream, now I am going to remove my hand promis you will not shout anymore".

[member="Nomira "]
 
Nomira nodded her head as the woman spoke coldly and quietly. Her eyes pierced Nomira's heart, they were beautiful but filled with an describable feeling. She felt the air brush over her lower areas as the woman moved her night gown. She felt scared that the reason might not be to kill her, but do something much worse. Nomira felt darkness all around her. Not darkness as in there was a lighting issue although the room was now only lit by the dim lamp in the opposite corner of the room. But it was a darkness that filled Nomira, yet she.. liked it. It was a pleasing feeling, the darkness that this woman brought with her. Nomira had so many questions and she wanted answers to them quickly.

The woman removed her hand from Nomira's mouth and she remained silent. Whatever the woman was going to say it certainly pertained to Nomira. She wasn't worried weather or not the woman was there for pleasure. It seemed unlikely. Nomira had a strong urge (the same one that she had in the shower rooms) to keep her feelings calm and her thoughts hidden. She didn't know where this was coming from, but she had to try. "Think about your dance, think about your dance" She thought to her self as images of the pole danced through her mind. That is when the woman smiled grimly and began to speak..
 
Kurenai's gaze stared deep into the Twi'leks eyes as she removed her hand, running it down the woman's body a bit, touching the nether regions in the process, her smooth finger's gliding across the purple blue skin of the dancer. After all, how could she not, the dancer had practically presented herself to the Dark Jedi master upon coming into the room, even if it was just a natural reaction to danger. Herself still standing frightened woman in a slightly dominating fashion, but there was something else, Kurenai's darkness radiated around the room, so much so a non-force user could sense it's chill, but this Twi'lek, though engulfed with fear seemed to like it. The feel of power and strengths that the dark side gave was alluring to most, for so older ones in a seemingly hopeless situation, like a slave girl dancer.

Kurenai brushed against the woman's mind with the force to get a better understanding of her feelings, they were mixed, odd, though one thing that came very apparent was the though... of pole dancing? What a strange coping mechanism, "you think about pole dancing while in potential danger, that is a naughty thing to do, but as for why I am here". "You are attuned to the force, weather you are aware of it or not is relevant though, power and strength at your finger tip, but no on to guide you, untamed and raw, to be moulded into any shape". Once again her eyes glancing down to the exposed area of the woman, "and let us just say I may be looking for a new student, besides you already said 'I will do anything".

[member="Nomira "]
 
Nomira shuttered as the woman ran a finger over her. She let out a soft sequel preparing herself for what was to come. But then she moved her hand and began to speak.
Kurenai Yumi said:
"you think about pole dancing while in potential danger, that is a naughty thing to do, but as for why I am here"."You are attuned to the force, weather you are aware of it or not is relevant though, power and strength at your finger tip, but no on to guide you, untamed and raw, to be moulded into any shape".
"I don't think of pole dancing to coup! I think about it to keep you out of my thoughts." She snapped at the woman. "And what are you talking about? The force? Are you some kind of wizard or something?" Nomira said hiding the fear in her voice. Nomira closed her legs and pulled the pillow off the bed to cover herself better. She glared up at the woman but her eyes began to feel weak. Nomira turned her head looking away. Whoever this person was. She was powerful. Nomira began to like it.
 
Kurenai could not help but let out a small chuckle at the way the Twi'lek slender a little at the tender touch, so inexperienced so young and seemingly pure, oh it would be fun to train this girl. "Keep me out of your thoughts, that is funny, I do not like to force myself upon other but if you are not cooperative I may have to get a little, rough", he replied in a sweat tone, similar to the one her great grandmother used when seducing people. "A wizard, oh your poor naive child, have you never heard of the force? well that just brings an interesting challenge on my end", it would be something new that was for sure and unlike her last student perhaps this one would stick around longer.

Staring deeper into the Twi'lek soul she could tell that her mere presence was overwhelmingly strong, an though there was fear inside the dancing girl there was also a little bit of excitement, making Kurenaai smile, "hmmm, you seem to be into this slightly but that is not really my concern, for now". "From what I saw in the shower your life here is not very nice, and someone with your potential should not be locked up here in chains". "More over it would be good to return back home and have something to talk about, running into dead ends often leave an ill taste in my mouth... so what do you chose, live as a slave take a chance for something new"?

[member="Nomira "]
 
Nomira thought of her mother. What would she do if she left. "I can't. My mother is here. If I leave her then she will die here.. alone. Without me." Nomira said to the woman. But the excitement made Nomira ecstatic. She could barley get the words out. And the tone of the woman made her tingle. But she couldn't go. Not while her mother still needed her. She reached up to her chest feeling for the crystal necklace that her mother had given her a few months ago when she turned 21. "Remember, this.. is your life. It will keep you strong and protected. And will keep me with you always." Her mother had said that night as they lay beside each other. Her mother was always strange. She was a good mom but they never really had a emotional connection that most mothers and daughters have.

Nomira stared up at the around woman looking her right in the eyes. "No, not until I know that my mother is no longer a slave." She said sternly and locking eyes with the armored lady.
 
Her mother, so they were both slaves? if so such a person would be at least 40 by now, not something she could work with, and if her she was force sensitive, no doubt the mother would be too. She did seem to care about her mother, something that was okay, but one Kurenai never knew, her mother vanishing form her life long ago, "I do not think I can take your mother with us, but I may be able to give her freedom, wait here and I will go find her, I believe it was that same Twi'lek you looked at during your dance, no"? Sliding her leg along the woman's body she slowly walked out of the room, giving her one last predator look, "just make sure not to do anything while I am gone, on unless you'd like to slip into something more, inciting".

Kurenai gave a small chuckle before leaving the room, heading back to the showers, if her mother was a slave she may be having her own shower now, if that was the case it would make for an easier confrontation. Still she wondered what type of person the Twi'leks mother was, that necklace she had seemed to emanate with the force in some way, perhaps ex-Jedi how had been caught? Who knew, but one way or another [member="Nomira "]would be coming back to Atrisa with Kurenai, and no one would get in her way.
 
Nomira paced around the room holding her necklace. The woman was inciting and causing the young twi'lek to shake with delight. Her head tails twitched with excitement. "Mmm we are almost free mother. This woman will get us out of here." She said out loud going to her dresser. She felt that the woman was serious about her changing. But the flirtatious tone made Nomira wonder whether or not she was joking or maybe just teasing her. Either way Nomira would at least put on some thing to cover her nether regions.

She slipped into her pants and smiled. She was almost free. Then the question hit her mind. All that the woman said about the force and how she would make Nomira her apprentice. Maybe that was the price she would have to pay in order to free herself and her mother. But how bad could it be? She would learn to control things. She heard tails from her mother as a child but she never thought it was real. She gripped the crystal around her slender purple neck and giggled.
 
Kurenai was able to feel the sensation of joy coming from the room which housed the girl, it was nice to see and feel the ways of excitement coming from here, the vampire licking her lips a little at the prospect of taking the girl away. A new student that she could train from the ground but more then that a very attractive woman that she would be able to 'have fun with'. Perhaps she could serve as someone to bite very now and then, after all the sensation of having a vampire teeth sinking into your skin, the tingling sensation that went up and down a persons body, it was a feeling that often became addictive to the victim.

A seductiveed smile crept along Kurenai lips as she walked thorough the hallway. 'oh she is going to be fun to tame', she muttered to herself rounding the corner to see another Twi'lek just entering the room about to shower, but a simple towel around their waist to hid their modesty. "Hello there, you must be the mother of the other Twi'lek no? I have to speak with you about something called... freedom", her voice was smooth once again, but in addition to this her body radiated with a shady aura due, befitting of a Dark Jedi master.

[member="Nomira "]
 
The yellow skinned twi'lek looked at the woman who had called her name. She laughed and looked back into the showers walking past the curtains. "Freedom eh? What kind of freedom are we talking about ?" She answered very sternly and uptight. This wasn't the first time a perosn came offering to buy Nomira and herself for a new club or cantina. The woman could be heard laughing across the other end of the curtain. "I realize my daughters potential as a dancer..." She hesitated getting an unsteady feeling from the woman. A similar feeling. Darkness. "But I am certain you don't have the credits to buy her for whatever club you are starting." She finally said. Lia'ssa slowly began to crawl under the stall wall into the next one as the woman began to speak. She needed to get to her room. She needed her blade now!

Lia'ssa tired a force ability she hadn't used in years. She tired to use it to project sound from the stall she was in. She needed however. And incredible amount of focus. To much for her to have for a long time. But just long enough for her to get the her room. She began the ability talking more about how Nomira had a bad leg (a lie) and how she could never bring as much money as the owner of the club. Lia'ssa looked out of the curtain of her stall she had moved over to. The woman appeared to buy it. She quickly moved out of the steaming shower room using the force to swirl the steam for cover.

She dashed to her dorm as fast as she could, pushing past anyone who was in her way. Her towel fell off leaving her to run naked across the slave section of the palace. Once at her dorm she opened the door and ripped the dresser door open. Inside as a scrap piece of metal with all kinds of wires and pieces stinking out. She knew that the woman would be here any moment now. But she would not be suspecting this. She fiddled with the device for a few moments then smiled. She hoped she had more time before she was able to use this but now she had to.

She activated the lightsaber sending a 4 foot green blade out. It shrunk to 3 feet then grew back to 4. It was unfinished and made with the worst but only materials she could find. But it would be enough to defend herself. "For my daughter." The yellow twi'lek spoke...
 
She certainly had the typical stern tone a mother had, though Kurenai sensed that she misunderstood her intentions for the time being, still she would play along for now, "freedom away from being a slave, what else"? It was nice to see the woman was protective of her daughter, heck she would probably act the same way if a strange person came along wanting to 'by' her own children. The brief stutter from the yellow Twilek was all kurenai needed to confirm that her force presence had been detected. "She is a nice dancer and much more, she is like you, and I have more then enough money to buy her from this Hutt, though I do not need money to get her, let's just say I have a relative in high places".

Kurenai waited for a moment, assuming the woman would not react or try anything silly, listening to her ramble on, then suddenly she felt a force swirling around the Twi'lek before she rocketed off down the hallway with rather great speed. 'That stupid child, this is not what I wanted", she was fast probably spured on by the feeling of her daughter life in potential danger. Following suit Kurenai launched after the Twilek, almost running into some other dancers, but now her presence and the disturbance back strange probably being known to the Hutt lord of this place. Not that is mattered, Kurenai would not hesitate to kill said Hutt and all those who served him.

Rounding the corner she came to the dorm entrance, skidding to a halt, hearing the sound of a saber being activated, her eyes falling in the shimmering beam blade in the yellow Twi'leks hand, this was bad. "Put the blade down, you don't want to do this, even if you don't like it this is the best chance you and your child have to escaping, I would rather not hurt you", she replied, taking a defensive stance, not drawing her saber, not yet. In the distance some dancers where alerting the guards to the intruder who was chasing down one of the dancers.

[member="Lia'ssa"] [member="Nomira "]
 

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