Pure Morning

[Kiber Dorn]

The Streets of Salis D'aar, Bakura

Kiber Dorn tore a path through the middle of the street.

He tore a path, not because he was big, imposing or scary. No, rather he tore a path because he looked like an unsavoury sort right from the get-go. Dressed like a hipster vagabond, his legs took on spindly spider-like qualities as he strutted with black skinny jeans, an ironic white tee (that said, I AM THE DARK LORD on it, in large red letters) and a grimy old suit jacket. He looked like a complete waster, a worthless spice addict.

Apt, considering that he was a complete waster and worthless spice addict.

The flavour of the day was slick.

E U P H O R I A.

Also to a lesser extent delirium.

It left him blissfully unaware of why people were avoiding him upon the street. The silver-toothed grin didn't help. Nor did those darting green eyes. Not to mention the way he was rubbing his hands together feverishly, as if he had some grand and wicked scheme.

A pity, really, all this avoidance. Why avoid? What if we just set up some speakers and pounded hard bass into the streets? Couldn't we dance instead?

WHO WANTS TO DANCE?!

Nobody responded, mostly because he had thought it in his head as opposed to actually saying it out loud. What was the difference? If they were really his friends they could have been able to read his mind. At least that was the logic at hand.

Stopping mid-flow, Kiber stopped walking. Patting down his many pockets in search of….ah, yes, his cigarras. Bantha Smooths. A favourite, or were they just cheap? It was hard to say. Still stopped in the middle of the street, with people intentionally avoiding him as if he held charity leaflets the man took a lighter from his pocket and lighted up.

Ah. Nothing like the first drag of the morning.

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[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

The Streets of Salis D'aar, Bakura

Cerita Serova was a woman of needs and she knew exactly what she needed.

A hot steaming caf.

But a woman can’t always get what she wants, sometimes she has to settle for something less. This something less came in the form of a medium-rare cup of tea that wasn’t nearly as hot as had been promised at the counter.

Which wasn’t to say that she didn’t appreciate the sentiment ANYWAY.

Besides that little incident there wasn’t really anything currently brooding on Cerita’s mind, she was just walking along the streets of Salis D’aar, her Master giving her an assignment or something. But a girl’s gotta get a drink every now and again, no?

So she had taken a small break, walked away from the office and ordered something to sate the need. All of that goodness ended though when she rounded the corner and a guy just crashed into her, just like that!

Her cup of tea flew away… no!

Revenge had to be delivered for the sake of the tea, and so Cerita shoved the guy a bit away and then attempted to punch him! Straight on the nose! That would teach him for being an asshat to her tea.

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Once successfully lit there was a moment reserved for a long hard draw, sweet smooth death filling his lungs for but a moment and then leaving again in a cloud that would surely keep any daring soul from straying too close to his circle devoid of people.

Then the swagger stagger resumed.

Round the corner he went, throwing caution and good hygiene to the wind and in these travels he impacted with a wall of green which sent a cup of tea flying straight to the ground.

Feeling free love in his bones, he opted to open his mouth:

“No use crying over spilt tea, lo-”

Then she shoved him. Rude. Hostile. Where's the love? Why not dance instead? Well, instead of dancing, the Lady in Green so aptly decided to send her fist barrelling straight for his beak. It was getting to the point where this was expected now, and that he really needed to wear a protective mask.

CRUNCH!

He toppled over, landing on his back, howling mildly as he clutched his abused nose. Familiar sensations of blood and upset cartilage putting a damper upon his case of e u p h o r i a.

“AWC'MONLADY!!” he protested loudly upon the ground, emotionally ruing the day he wore a white t-shirt before lashing out with his gangly legs, trying to trip the other woman up with his surprisingly well-kept boots.

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[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

Leg lashed out and hooked behind hers, what followed was her flying in the air like her cup of tea and then her tumbling to the ground. But she hadn’t been trained by Rave and Dissero just to be taken out by some lanky dude by getting her legs kicked from under her, she wasn’t twelve years old and could handle herself in a fight.

Immediately after hitting the ground, she skidded over to him, dropping on him and straddling the rude fella.

Cerita could feel blood welling up in her mouth, her skin was scratched from the pavement and generally she was really feeling pissed off right about now.

She started to rain punches down on him.

 

[Kiber Dorn]

There was a certain satisfaction from managing to topple the woman over but then events took a different turn.

A more interesting turn.

As he remained upon his back like a bloody-nosed turtle the woman straddled him, giving him a grand view upwards of the woman through the reactionary tears welling up in his eyes. He wasn't opposed to being dominated by a fine woman, no matter what skin colour.

…although being pummelled by a fine woman was a different story.

Another fist clattered into his face, this time the cheek as the blood rained forth from his nostrils in generous amounts. Thankfully the generous amounts of euphoria didn't inhibit his speed as Kiber's hands shot out to grab her wrists, lest his face get turned into a pile of splintered bone.

“Baby, don't hurt me!!!”

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[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

Baby? Baby? Baby?!

If there was one thing that Cerita was certainly not it was a baby, but then again how would this lanky individual know that? How would he know the sheer brilliance that was currently straddling his sides and beating his face in?

He couldn’t.

But Serova could show him though, and showing she would in the only way she knew how, or at least the only way that currently popped up in her mind. She suddenly went limp; falling down on him and her nose nuzzled his neck.

Subtle pheromones started radiating the air and would influence him further.

“What would you like me to do, baby?”

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Now this was more like it!

Although wildly unexpected Kiber Dorn was certainly not going to offer any opposition for the woman's change in strategy, why object, would he prefer fists in the face? Who in their right mind would even chose that?

Oh no, don't press your curvaceous body against mine, ma'am, just knock some of my teeth out instead.

Yeah, right.

“Mmhh...”

With spice in his veins and euphoria in his brain he was perfectly vulnerable to charms that his aggressor brought to the table. The blood pumped harder, his eyebrows rising alongside something else. Almost primal instinct, really, that which makes a man. That warmth, her smell, his hands almost automatically wandered down flirting with the concept of touching the woman's bottom. What? She was coming on to him!

“...you could...come back to my place...for some hot coffee...or tea.”

Tea: The most erotic beverage of all.

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[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

And it would be around that time a Derriphan’s Eye suddenly appeared out of seemingly nowhere, perhaps it had been hidden within her clothing, perhaps it had been in a pocket, maybe she had utilized some kind of strange dathomiri teleportation spell- regardless of the way, the destination was the exact same thing.

A dagger, currently barely touching Kiber’s ear.

Cerita blinked and suddenly saw double, one part was [member="Kiber Dorn"] himself and the other part was what the boy was currently made up of. Molecule-structure, it caused her a minor headache, but eventually she localized…

Ugh.

Of course the idiot was drunk and high off the knockers. This wouldn’t really help their conversation along though and so she attempted to test something out, sticking out her tongue a little bit the girl concentrated.

Something might shift in his molecular structure, the molecules that currently caused his inebriated state and euphoria would slowly dissipate back into their most basic elements, before disappearing all together.

Slow change, as not to kill the lad.

“Are you ready to listen, baby?”

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Then it all changed.

Again.

This time change opted to try and tear him away from his very happy moment. Although given his current level of intoxication the dagger didn't quite put the fear in him like it should have. Hey, you do what you can to keep on chugging, and sometimes that involves copious amounts of spice.

Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately for his sense of perception) the warm encompassing feeling of elation began to ebb away, robbing him of his current love for the world and the sweet bliss of being unaware of danger. It was gradual, and it was cruel. What had just happened? His high had been stolen! He paid good credits for that high! How in Tattooine's hot sands...

At least it avoided the comedown.

Suddenly the dagger at his ear felt a lot more urgent and his expression of misguided pleasure and surprise melted away into a more concerned variety.

“Well, when you put it that way...”

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[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

“You were rude.” Cerita stated simply, ignoring the entire fact that she was the one punching him in the nose and then starting to punch him in the face. It simply didn’t seem a strange reaction when it had been clearly him who had decided to walk into her, make her drop her coffee and then even decided to kick her feet from under body!

One cannot accept such behavior.

It had been one of the lessons Rave had tried to instill upon her, always command respect and never accept half-hearted apologies.

“I am currently deliberating between killing or enslaving you.”

The ponder was delivered with such a frank tone that someone would even blink, wondering if they had heard that thought exactly right, or if it was their mind playing tricks upon them.

“Not forever, of course. I am not that cruel. But I am in need of an lab assistant.”

Brow wrinkled in pondering, the dagger still perking at his ear.

“Will you be my lab assistant, mister Baby?”

 

[Kiber Dorn]

He was rude!?

Well, yes actually, Kiber Dorn as it stood was a very rude individual but in this instance it wasn't just him in the wrong there, it takes two people to bump into each other, ma'am! However, he didn't very much feel like arguing the semantics of that point with the woman who straddled him.

Wait, hold on a phrik pickin' minute!

Be killed or enslaved?! Talk about following the family business, most Dorns seemingly went down that path but at least he could go out as the black sheep by not getting huckled by a Zamblimbo. At least she didn't look like she was into atrocious amounts of long black hair and leather chaps.

It seemed like such a peculiar request, Kiber couldn't help but show the surprise (mostly in his eyebrows. She wanted him in a laboratory? Was that safe? Was that legal? What was she smoking and why wasn't she sharing?

Still, part of the offer sounded rather attractive.

“Well, you have such a compelling argument, m'dear,” he said slowly, emerald orbs flickering over to the threatened ear as he so cautiously avoided the word baby, “I might have to take you up on that….offer...”

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[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

Her new assistant would feel the faintest of touches as the Derriphan’s Eye pricked him just below the ear. Most of the time daggers such as these were lined with poison of the worst kind, bad enough to kill a grown Vornskr in a matter of moments, but this Eye was different in that regard.

Less lethal in the short-frame of time, but so much more useful for the longer con.

The sheath was filled with her blood and her blood… was enchanted with the ancient Dathomirian spells that governed the mystical blood trail, one of the things that Merrill had been particularly well-versed in.

Her blood would join his and just like that?

She would be able to find him anywhere in the Universe, just by pondering about her blood.

With that done the green lady raised herself from his body, stepping away and stretching- apparently unconcerned about the man still laying on the ground. Cerita’s posture seemed different somehow, turning around and facing the man again?

Her expression seemed different too, more dignified.

The lady brushed off her clothing and then cocked an eyebrow.

“What are you still laying around there for?” she would ask, even her tone of voice was different from before. No more playful, anger or childlike emotion, this was a different Cerita. “Get up and tell me your name.”

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Talk about overeager.

He winced slightly as he felt the slight prick into his flesh. Was she just clumsy or trying to make a pointy point. Hard to really compare the slight jab of a blade to a broken, bloody nose and a possibly shattered cheekbone however.

Again he might have objected, but he was certainly feeling a lot more….reasonable than usual.

Kiber opted to get up, but was obstructed by something. A passive result of body on body contact and unbeknownst to him, a drop of pheromones. It had to be dealt with first. You know what I'm talking about.

Gamorrean sows.

“Uh...give me a second...”

Morbidly obese Gamorrean sows.

While thinking unsexy thoughts, he took the collar of his shirt and dabbed at the blood that had streamed from his poor beleaguered nose. It really was the wrong day to wear the white tee, although it made the I AM THE DARK LORD slogan look all the more imposing.

Morbidly obese Gamorrean sows bending over slowly…

Ech.

...in tight denim shorts.

That did the trick, and rather lazily the man scooped himself off of the floor and stood before the green woman. Suddenly he wondered if she used knives in the bedroom, almost prompting a resurrection downstairs. Thankfully the thought was diverted before that could happen.

“It's uh, Kiber Dorn,” he told her, suddenly realising that his cigarra had been lost in their little collision, how upsetting. While he picked a new smoke from the pack he added an enquiry.

“...and your name Miss Flirts-With-Daggers?”

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[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Knife disappeared once again and Sarova took a good look at the damage done, she clicked her tongue, pop sounding noticeably at the ruined sight. The girl didn’t seem all that impressed or happy with the result of their little [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]scuffle[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], but alas they couldn’t go back in time… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]yet[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“We will really have to toughen you up, Dorn.” the gal replied smoothly, ignoring his own question for a moment to take a good look around them. Most people who had been staring quickly found themselves something better to do, seemed they weren’t really interested in getting in a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]disagreement[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] with the fiery green woman.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Heh. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Finally the question settled down in her mind though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Cerita Sarova, let’s go.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It didn’t really seem she was the type to waste a lot of time on casual talk, instead she brushed past him and simply assumed he would follow along. Perhaps the look of her backside would entice him enough to walk behind her- the memory of her straddling him probably would give him some kind of incentive.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“You got the spark, so you aren’t entirely useless. Do you have any formal training, any expertise in any path of the Force at all?”[/SIZE]

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Toughen him up?!

He already had the toughest nose in the galaxy! Although deep down he knew that on the galactic stage he really was a bit of a wimp and a lot of a coward, I mean, why lie to yourself? Be comfortable with who you are, even if that person is a gangly-legged sneak. Embrace it, baby.

“Cerita Sarova, huh?” he parroted, following on as she walked, “I like it, rolls off the tongue...all slippery and wet.”

Just for clarification's sake, he said it again.

“Ccccccerita Ssssssarova.”

Having only just rid himself of primal affection Kiber didn't opt to check out the woman's arse, although it was likely a splendid beast but hey, given that they were going to be spending a lot more time together he would always have another chance to look, probably many more chances to look.

“I've got a bit, kinda rusty though,” the man told her as he used those daddy-long legs to catch up to her stride. Twelve years of intense childhood training doesn't leave a man so easily, just gets a bit soft. “I know the basics, y'get me? We're not going to have to spend a few days trying to get me to pick up the fething rock, Kiber!”

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[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Keep it in those breachers, smooth boy.” the gal replied with a smirk, purposeful stride towards the unknown while listening to his answers. At least they wouldn’t have to start up training for him all a new, that was a blessing because Cerita wasn’t sure if she would have had the energy to go through all of that again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He’s kinda cute though, in a smelly… belligerent way.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Cerita had been on an assignment, something Dissero-related probably, but currently she couldn’t actually remember what she was off on doing. Beating up a guy and breaking his nose would do that to a woman, Serova wasn’t anything if not pro-active though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So instead of worrying about it, she set off towards the spaceport, her ship would be there and they would be able to finalize the details of their working arrangement.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Working with me is going to be dangerous.” Cerita finally said, looking over to Kiber who had managed to catch up with her stride. “Probably suicidal, some people would prefer a quick mercy kill.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]At some point he might have to start worrying about how casual she was, when it came to talking about killing him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Maybe she was just joking.[/SIZE]

 

[Kiber Dorn]

“Hey, it is in the breachers, ma'am.”

Barely.

Thankfully as inept as Kiber seemed he had a peculiar knack for surviving, usually with a broken nose but surviving nonetheless. He wasn't an out-of-water secretary pulled into a life of danger, he was a lazy little shet that merely turned heel and walked the other way when he encountered it.

“Hey, likewise, Certy,” he responded, returning the look with an accompanying goofy grin, a sly glint flashing in those green eyes. Certy didn't quite feel right in his mouth, but he'd garnish her with a proper nickname soon enough.

“There's a Sith Lord that's after my nuts,” Kiber almost-boasted, as if being hunted down was a source of pride for the man. Technically Zamblimpo wasn't personally hunting him down but rather sending the most lowly of his cult to do such bidding, he would leave that part out, fragile ego and all.

Before she even had to enquire further he would fill her in. “Unfortunate family name, y'see, or rather just an unfortunate family. I ain't got no beef but Lord God King's got a whole abattoir, y'know?”

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[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Certy?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]What’s that for horrible nickname? But Cerita wasn’t going to put any attention on it, let the lad have his fun for now. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“What’s so special about your family name?” she would then ask, paying half-attention. Perhaps she really didn’t know about the Dorns, or perhaps she simply didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing of his family. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But either way, the question would stay there and linger for him to be answered.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Cerita knew about Zambrano, of course. The God-Emperor, King, Butcher- Really, the guy should pick one moniker and stick with it, it would definitely be a lot easier to remember. But yeah, Sarova knew the man, not personally of course, but Rave had done her fair share of business with him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Such a brute of a man. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Not exactly fitting to the class and time of these years. [/SIZE]

 

[Kiber Dorn]

“Oh, nothing really.”

There was truth in that statement. The Dorn family had a long and proud history of being losers in the Galactic scheme of thing, a family deep in the Dark Side for as long as time could remember. They were advantageous and a little bit skeevy but usually none too gifted in the Force.

Usually.

Of course when one popped out gifted with the skills that paid they bills a whole mountain of expectancy was piled upon them. Do it for the family. Nah, feth that and a half, bro.

“Good old Aunt Karin owned Thule once, Zampimple wanted Thule, so he killed her and then found that he got a stiffy at the thought of knocking out the rest of fam'.”

Finally the cigarra long since held between his fingers was placed between his lips and lit, leaving the man to breathe out that lung crippling smoke that he so adored. From the way the man spoke it sounded as if there was no love lost, he didn't really care for the family that pushed him into a life he didn't want and he didn't care for some haughty betch of an auntie with five sticks stuck up her arse.

“Anyway, most of them are dead or enslaved. Call me a lucky bugger, eh?"

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[member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Most of them were dead or enslaved, lucky bugger, no?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Part of her was just about to remind him that she had literally just beaten him into servitude, but that was about the time that she realized that he had probably [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]liked[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] it too. Ugh. Some boys were just absolutely disgusting with their specific tastes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So instead she simply rolled her eyes and kept on walking, ignoring the looks of every sane person who was wondering why they were cladded in blood, drool and other mysterious fluids. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]‘least he was more fethed up than her tho.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Gotta grab the plus points in life whenever possible.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Zampiple sounds like a class-A pain in the backside.” Cerita would remark calmly, looking in both ways before crossing the streets towards the stairs that would lead them up to the beginning of the starport and to her ship.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Should we kill him?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Once again delivered with such ease and eye-blinking casualness that anyone would wonder what this Serova girl was smoking in her free time.[/SIZE]