Snakes on a Plain

[Setzi Lunelle]

If Setzi had been prying into Tanek's mind with the Force, she may have been able to sense his inner conflict. But she wasn't, saving her concentration for when she may need a burst of energy to run, flee or fight. The padawan was determined to get back to her campsite... the trouble was doing it so she didn't jeopardize the welfare of her respected colleagues and friends in AgriCorps.

She saw the Sith Knight's Corvette looming in the field ahead of them. She shook her head to wake up, trying to ignore the droning of the speeder bike which honestly was lulling her to sleep.
Similar to the internal struggle, the Togruta was experiencing, Setzi, while she still wanted to escape, also felt conflict. Unlike on Ruusan, he had been more gentle with her during this encounter. His demands were not shouted, but said with a tone of urgency, the nuance of which was hard to detect. Was it mere fascination with capturing a Jedi? Or some other type of need?

And as he extended his hand to her, she examined his exotically patterned face for signs of why he was so chivalrous all of a sudden. And what about these strange feelings in you, Setzi, she thought? This was a being who tried to kill you not too long ago and all of a sudden you are feeling wistful over his gesture? It was difficult to admit that, on some level, she was fascinated by Tanek and did like the idea of spending more time with him.

But that would require an extreme change in her ideology, one that she wasn't ready to embark upon.

"I can't... join you," she said with visible hesitation.

However, she had his interest. It was time to use it for her own purposes.

"But I have questions to ask you. About Sith Magic. Will you entertain me with the answers."

He still had her saber, but she also had a stronger sense of Telekinesis at her disposal and reserves of energy after resting on the bike against his back as she had. But like he needed her to say yes, she was desperately searching for answers about a ritual which had been performed on her by her Jedi Master. One which she suspected was not lightside at all.

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[Darth Pyrrhus]

On Ruusan, they had been surrounded by chaos and war. She had very much been the enemy, his mission being her and her order's destruction. Now, things were different. Continued exposure to the Dark Side had somehow served to cultivate him, make him less of a mindless beast, and more of the manipulator he was today. The two were almost negotiating now, and he had no pressing mission to attend to, none that would require her destruction. Instead, it became more of a dance of wits, a game the two were playing together. Only he hadn't expected that the girl would get to him in the process.

When Setzi didn't accept his hand he was quick to move on. Her hesitation, or was it rejection, had first sparked anger within him, but he toned it down, and didn't show it. His hand represented an offer, for her to stand beside him without fear, but instead, be able to lean on him for strength. It was a peek at what he could be to her, and it was something entirely different than an enemy. Though the choice was forever hers, and he would do his best to treat her accordingly, despite the internal confusion she aroused in him. So when she declined his offer, the hand was retracted. Would the sudden withdrawal and absence of any clear signs of interest pull her in, or shove her away? Would she miss its presence? She could easily regain it.

Though when she mentioned Sith Magic, he smirked. She was curious, she sought greater power. This was good. "Sith Magic is an art that fascinates me greatly" he replied, with a slow nod. "I will entertain you." as best as he could. He was no expert in the field. Perhaps he held little more knowledge than her, or perhaps his insight could benefit her? If she chose to leave him after he showed her, perhaps the dark arts would grab hold of her, and slowly taint her. "Power for power's sake." he repeated another of the Sith's tenants. "If you seek it, you shall receive it. If you are worthy, of course" he added with the hint of a smirk in the corner of his mouth.

The Togruta turned his back on her, and started walking towards his ship. He was fully aware that he was leaving the Jedi on his speeder bike, though he had a feeling she would follow him. He hoped she would follow him. He still had her lightsaber, though he intended to return it to her soon enough. More so than that, the threat against her comrades still hung over her. She could speed away, and she might even reach them before he did, but he would turn his ship to attack position, and seek them out.

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[Setzi Lunelle]

The brunette padawan sensed a visible change in the Sith Knight. She quickly scanned her own psyche for traces that he had launched an incoming mind trick, but she felt certain it wasn't. There was no faint pressure in her head, no tingling of her scalp… she felt as though, oddly, he was not trying to overtake or influence her in some way.

Power for power's sake, he intoned in his deep voice. She searched her mind for whether Walker had used this phrase, but she couldn't recall. Setzi knew that Malvern thirsted for control at times… although power was not something she particularly noticed him greedy for. But perhaps there was a whole side of him from which he had sheltered her.

And this is what she sought knowledge on. Not necessarily the man, but the intent.

Abruptly, Tanek turned his back to her, which Setzi found surprising so much that the words, "Wait!" escaped her lips. She momentarily glanced at the speeder bike and then turned back to the Togruta. She was gripped with a determination that she hadn't felt before. What did you think, Setzi? That he was going spill all of these Sith secrets by osmosis? You were going to be suddenly wiser because of this peripheral brush with darkness?

No, she needed to get closer to her once-adversary for what she needed to know.

"I do seek it," she said, now without hesitation. She lowered her eyes for a moment and then lifted them up to face him, walking closer to him and towards the ship. Her words were unspoken but body language clear as her steps did not falter. Setzi would board his ship, and he would perhaps, and hopefully without harm to her, impart his wisdom on her situation. It was a dangerous gamble - to face this demon who had wounded her once and nearly killed her -but the alternative was to remain conflicted, to toss and turn at night, wrestling with her own inner demons and at this juncture, she wasn't sure which was worse.

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[Darth Pyrrhus]

Wait! She had called out for him. The interaction had been forced upon her, but Setzi seemed reluctant to see it go. Tanek would be lying if he said he wouldn't have been disappointed if she had decided to take the speeder and leave him there. He stopped walking, his head turning to look over his shoulder. She was still out of his sight, though. Only if she started walking would she come within it. Soon, the brunette was within view again. He turned his head forwards, to mask the smirk on his lips. The he started walking towards the ramp of the ship again.

"Good" Tanek replied as she came up next to him. She was walking with him. Bet she hadn't seen that coming after Ruusan, huh? Tanek's comment was just as much directed at her words, as her body language. She had no fear, no hesitation. She had set herself a goal, and to accomplish it, she would let nothing stop her, she would climb any obstacle. He admired that in her.

The ramp closed behind them, shutting them for a moment in complete darkness. That too was taken away, by the artificial illumination of the ship. This was the point of no return. The ship was empty, almost giving the feeling of a ghost ship. The only people inside were a few Nautolans, only the minimum amount required to operate the ship and its essential combat stations. They would be nowhere to be seen, as they were all locked to their stations. Tanek enjoyed his privacy, and was not forgiving of interruptions. Especially not today.

He led her deeper into the ship. Where should he take her? He decided on the conference room. On one side of the wall, there was a large monitor, though it was switched off now. Centre of the room; an oval table, formed around a large holocommunicator. The ship stirred, as its engines came alive. Slowly, they began liftoff. There were a few chairs. There was something different about the air, now that they were alone on his ship. They had been alone outside too, but nature had ways of interrupting. Here, they were surrounded by the walls of the ship. All they had inside were themselves, and whatever they sought to fill the space with.

"So, Setzi Lunelle... What do you seek? What do you want from me?" he had stopped walking at this point, and was now facing her. His dark purple eyes stared into hers, examining the Jedi in front of him.

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[Setzi Lunelle]

Just as the Togruta was surprised at the turn of events, the padawan was also astonished to be climbing aboard his ship. It appeared her thirst for knowledge about the Force was going to supersede her own safety after all. Foolish girl, she chided herself.

But perhaps this was what being a Jedi was about in some way. Fear is a useless emotion, her trainers at the Arkania Praxeum would tell her. Her Jedi Master, Walker, also appeared to not have much uneasiness about this mixture between dark and lightside power. Unless his reservations had ultimately been replaced with something else.

But whatever it was, it was not calm and it was not from the light side of the Force.

Since his Nautolan skeleton crew was elsewhere, it felt as if Setzi was completely alone on the ship with Darth Pyrrhus. The presence of others, even if it was a façade and they wouldn’t actually protect her from danger, would have most likely made her feel more at ease. So to keep her anxiety from soaring out of control, she tried to think of this turn of events as seeking counsel from a wise teacher. Even if the teacher happened to be a dangerous, murderous Sith Knight.

Once they settled in the quiet conference room, all Setzi could hear was the hum of the ship around them. And then Darth Pyrrhus turned around and stood face to face with her. Up close like this, she would be able to inspect his ruddy skin and the exotic montrals, two of which arched up high like horns, the other two cascading down his shoulders on either side of his broad chest. His sharp features, purple eyes and jagged incisors made him appear as inhuman as ever. In a soft voice, similar to when she conceded defeat on Ruusan she said, “I want to know more about a ritual that was done to me. And which has left me… changed.”

She removed the sleeveless armor she had on, which left her with a black tank top on underneath. With steady hands she rolled up the side of her shirt to expose the skin underneath. Finally, a place on Setzi untouched by mud or dirt. She pointed to a spot, just above her right hip, but there was nothing there – no scar or mark. The surface appeared soft and pale. Her skin trembled slightly, her breathing visible underneath. “The wound you gave me on Ruusan has been healed,” she said. “By a Jedi Master, although have my suspicions that this was done with Sith Magic.” She was so close now, if he touched the skin on her abdomen where the wound had been, she didn’t appear likely to pull away.

“The pain was incredible... almost worse than your saber gashes. After he did the ritual, his nose bled and the blood was black. It was unlike anything I’d seen,” she said, shaking her head, clearly disturbed by the event. Setzi let out a sigh and her voice rose an octave in anger: “Humans don’t have black blood.”

With blue eyes meeting purple ones, indirect fury visible in her gaze, she said, “I need you to tell me what I have been subjected to.”

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[Darth Pyrrhus]

It was a fascinating thing. He had returned from his journey to Selvaris, not only with the amphistaff, but also with a Jedi. No lightsabers had been drawn, no fighting had erupted. She had come here on her own accord. The girl wasn't dark, although, Tanek felt she had the appropriate qualities that would make her a fine Sith, should she ever fall to the Dark Side, should she ever fall to him. There was tension in the air, but none that suggested an impending episode of violence.

The amphistaff that previously had hissed at Setzi, now almost seemed relaxed in her presence. Was it a reflection of its master? Whether on Tanek's instruction, or by its own design, the amphistaff slid down the Togruta's form, and snaked its way across the floor to explore the ship. Now they truly were alone.

Now they were getting to the heart of the matter. A ritual had been performed on her. There was more he'd need to know than that, but Setzi wasn't finished, so he chose not to interrupt her until she'd said her piece. He tried to appear unaffected as she removed her armour, but the way her tank top fit her did not allow him an easy recovery. The rigorous training of the Jedi left the brunette girl in excellent shape. This combined with a pair of inviting blue eyes, and beautiful shoulder length brown hair, he found it hard to avert his eyes. How many Jedi would remove their armour in front of a Sith? Granted, she wanted something from him, but even so, Setzi appeared to him fearless.

His eyes stared at that point right above her hip with amazement. There should be a mark. He wouldn't be surprised if the Jedi healers had tended to it, but the fact that there wasn't even a scar... Only when she mentioned Sith Magic, did he bring his eyes up to look deeply into hers. The ritual she described was unlike any he had found in his extensive studies of the Sith archives.

"This is not Light Side healing. I find it hard to believe that whoever did this to you was a Jedi Master" it wasn't that he thought she was lying, though he did imply that the man she referred to as Jedi had been. "Healing is a thing of the light side. Or so most believe. The Dark Side could be used to heal, but always at a price. There would likely be pain..." What he knew seemed to fit the story she was describing. Tanek looked between her and the area where the wound should have been with a thoughtful look. This was a mystery to him too, a puzzle. He was thinking out loud as he tried to unravel it. The ways of the Force fascinated him, and so she had to do fairly little to get him talking. This was an unknown power he wished to gain knowledge on as well.

"Besides the pain, one way healing through the Dark Side differs from the Light, is that it is almost always temporary. It would work, though only so long as the power was actively channelled. You could say the physical recovery remains sustained by hatred. When that focus breaks, the wound would normally return to its injured state." Was there a hint of worry in his eyes? Was he concerned that Setzi had not seen the last of her injury? It would've been especially ironic, seeing as he had been the one to deliver it to her.

He reached out a hand, slowly, to touch her where the wound should have been. Her soft skin felt warm. As did he, though luckily his skin was naturally red, so there would've been no visible difference. "Does it hurt now?" the Togruta asked. His hand gently felt the area of her former wound, as well as its immediate surroundings, to see if there was a difference. To him, everything felt the same.

"The Dark Side is powerful. With it, anything is possible. However, it would not give something like this without demanding something in return. Your pain... Perhaps. Most likely there was a sacrifice, a debt was paid. It sounds like the so-called Jedi paid the price." but at what cost? A chip of his soul? Dragging himself one step closer to death? He squeezed her waist, though surprisingly gently. A test, of sorts, to see if it caused her any pain. "I doubt he could sustain it from a distance... And unless you are right now, I'd say the repair is permanent."

"It could be Sith Magic. If it is, I am not familiar with the ritual." his expertise, though he could hardly call it that yet, lay with illusions. Regardless, admitting that he did not know was not something he particularly enjoyed. "I do have... Contacts." he said, almost hesitant, as if he was doing something he knew he shouldn't. "I can check in with them... Together, we can uncover the truth of this." She was already on his ship. He had said he would answer her question, and when he couldn't, he could've made the claim that his part was over. Yet still he sought to help her... Of course, he always hoped that he could twist her to the Dark Side, and he felt closer now than ever. His purple eyes met her blue. And he had still not taken his hand off her waist.

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[Setzi Lunelle]

As the unsettling black, snake-like familiar, slithered out from under Darth Pyrrhus's robes, Setzi reeled back slightly. But the amphistaff soon left the room, and she again relaxed and took her place in front of the Sith Knight. When he looked at her blemish-free abdomen with as much wonder as she had, it made her feel somewhat better about being partially disrobed around this stranger.

But was he really a stranger now?

She didn't know the dangerous Togruta well, but she had to admit, their moments together had been intimate. Their duel and his subsquent intrusion into her mind with Dun Moch. Not to mention the saber wound which caused her many sleepless nights, wincing in agony. Even as she was pressed against his strong back on their speeder ride to the shuttle, the padawan had felt close to him. But she still had a healthy fear of Pyrrhus just the same, which she was doing a good job of hiding.

She was so grateful when Tanek began to confirm her suspcions that she became lost in listening to him work out the mystery and nearly forgot where she was. Don't let your guard down, Setzi.

But he seemed geniunely puzzled. As he pressed her with his red-skinned hand, her breath hitched audibly. It wasn't anxiety now as his touch was soft and almost as warm as her own skin. Her breathing quickened and she was reminded of the intimacy of the ritual as her Master had performed it, but so quickly she had been flooded with pain that drowned out any pleasure.

The Togruta's touch was different and not at all what she expected. Did she anticipate a cruel touch from Darth Pyrrhus? If so, he was certainly shattering her expectations, even as he grasped her waist with a firmer hand. It did hurt her to think of Walker suffering himself from the healing he provided her. If the darkside had extracted a price from both of them, as Pyrrhus suggested, would their debt be paid in full?

"Yes," the brunette padawan answered. "I would like closure on this matter."

With both her hands, she covered his hand, which lay on her stomach and gave him a squeeze. He had opened her flesh in this very place on Ruusan, and she wondered if he would someday leave a different kind of scar. A penance for her curiosity, both at the ritual and about the charismatic Sith Knight himself.

"Thank you... I know this may be an impossible thing to ask of you," she said, her gaze unflinching, her touch also not wavering.

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[Darth Pyrrhus]

It was a strange thing. Once more, the Togruta's hand connected with Setzi's body. Unlike last time, however, it had not been to capitalize on an already established wound. The intent was not to cause damage or pain. It was... He didn't really know what it was. Setzi was no longer a stranger to him, but he became a stranger to his own thoughts.

Ever since Ruusan, he had become attached to her destiny. Setzi had occupied his mind, and he had often found himself wondering what had become of her, whether his words had had any lasting impact. The Dark Side was seductive, and she had flirted with it. More so than break her, he had wanted to turn her. At some point, it had stopped being about delivering a heavy blow to the Jedi Order. In a sense, he cared. Perhaps the Force had somehow linked them together. The purpose was unknown. Would they become an unbreakable team, or bitter rivals? In any case, they were no longer strangers. What term to define them by now, he did not presume to know.

He noticed the increased pace of her breathing, and the sound she had made once his hand had connected. It was not, as he initially expected, fear or some form of discomfort. His hand stirred, stroking against her skin, under the pretence of feeling the mark he had previously left on her. Although that excuse was hardly holding up anymore. It wasn't even a conscious thing, it just happened. The Sith were beings of passion, and right now, he could not make any arguments to quell his.

Like when she had leaned on him during their speeder ride, when her hand touched his, something happened. Much like her, his own breathing increased. His hand had been reluctant to retreat before. Now, it was out of the question. Her kind, slender hands felt nice upon his battle-hardened. "Nothing is impossible to a Sith. I will do this" he had sounded much more stern in his mind. Somehow, the Jedi before him had managed to sap the strength away from his voice. Was she his ysalamir?

The following moment when she stared into his eyes, gaze unflinching, almost broke him. "You're not a Jedi, Setzi. You're something more" Would she take offense? In his own, weird way, it was a compliment. In addition to that, it was something he told himself to justify what he was about to do. This was a new situation entirely. For the first time since his first week with the Sith, he didn't know what to do. His heartbeat was racing, but not caused by the usual heat of battle. This heat was different. What would his fellow Sith think if they saw him now? Would they judge him? In his effort to corrupt, had he himself been corrupted? Oh kark it, and kark them. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. He went for it.

His free hand lifted to cup her cheek. In one fluid motion, it slid underneath her dark brown hair and into a firm grip on the back of her head. He slowly pulled her towards him, as he himself was drawn to her. Then he kissed her. It was a long, deep kiss, into which he poured all his built up tension and longing for her. Again, he was reluctant to pull away, as there was a good chance she would do that for him, and the moment would be lost. Her soft lips stopped his cold heart.

In that moment, he felt both pleasure and pain. He never knew he had been lonely until he met her.

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[Setzi Lunelle]

Setzi didn't take offense to the statement that she was something more than a Jedi. She wasn't even technically part of the Order anymore, having abruptly left the Praxeum on Arkania prematurely to train with Walker. She was not ready to advance, but perhaps she was getting closer. So there was not only truth to the statement, she felt his tone was in earnest and a genuine token of admiration.

But at this point, the Sith Knight's voice had almost become background noise to what was going on inside the padawan, not out of any disrespect - she could still hear his commanding voice there - but because she was fairly certain if he drew closer she wouldn't push him away as she may have an hour ago. And her thoughts now battered her psyche with confusion. As he leaned, in, she could distinctly sense the vulnerability in him. Yes, his exotic looks with canine teeth, the soaring striped montrals and undulating lekku still appeared predatory, not to mention the visible longing in his purple eyes, but she felt certain he was not going to hurt her. Not yet.

As his hand touched her cheek, she did not flinch. When he gripped her tightly on the nape of her neck, she gasped, until his mouth met hers and stifled it. The kiss was unlike anything she had experienced with farm boys on Aduba-3. Their lips moved together, raw and sensually, the heady exploration of something forbidden.

Setzi syncopated her heartbeat to his and only drew closer, wrapping her hands around Darth Pyrrhus's muscular back. For a brief moment, she worried this sudden craving on her part was more Dun Moch, but as she scanned her mind and both their Force auras, she didn't detect any darkside magic. You'll have to own up to this later, Setzi. The strong desire she felt for the Togruta was natural and not borne of magic.

Unlike Tanek, the padawan felt only pleasure, nearly losing herself in it. There was always that slight reluctance yes, but when had that stopped her lately? Her pulse quickened again, breathing shallow, her lips still locked on his. Her hands explored his back and began making their descent to the curve of his waist.

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[Darth Pyrrhus]

Had someone told him after Ruusan that the next time he saw Setzi he'd end up in this situation, he probably would have laughed. Even now, when he bumped into her on Selvaris, he had neither planned for this, nor had he seen it happen. It just sort of did. And here he was, kissing a Jedi. Not that he was complaining.

Her reaction was not the one he had expected. He had thought she would push him off, or perhaps let him kiss her, but make it brief. He had certainly not expected to feel her hands travel along his back, while she returned the kiss with an almost equal amount of passion. Take that, farm boys of Aduba-3.

He let himself be guided by emotions, like any Sith would (or so he kept telling himself). He did not seek permission, feeling that for something to truly be worth it one must risk rejection. Rejection, which she was free to deliver upon him at any point, though he had a feeling she wouldn't.

That was when he found himself lost to her, all sense of time and his surroundings vanishing with it. There were only the two of them, everything else became static. He could no longer think clearly, as the blood flow to his head seemed to stop. When he felt her reciprocating, his hands grasped at her waist, pulling her to him, holding her close. His hands tugged at her black top. It belonged on the floor. Her lips, even her scent - everything about her was intoxicating. She was like a witch, and he caught in her spell. He would probably not use that term to her face though.

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[Setzi Lunelle]

Setzi kept urging the Sith Knight forward with throaty sighs, roaming hands and her own body, which pressed firmly against his. The brunette padawan knew if she stopped now, her rational mind would halt everything that was going on right now. If she interrupted and thought about what was really happening, what both of their actions were promoting, she would surely and violently push Darth Pyrrhus away. Like a real Jedi would. But Setzi, face it - you've never been a real Jedi.

Still, he was absolutely defenseless. So was she.

Either of them could strike the other right now and have the distinct advantage.

But like Darth Pyrrhus, she felt that they were caught in a potent spell, the physical moment too enticing, the sensations too satisfying to stop. Permission was not something Tanek needed. She would beckon him to push further.

In fact, her slender hands urgently helped him remove her black top, and she threw back her head, exposing her neck and collarbone to his sharp canine teeth. She flinched at the thought of him biting and drawing blood as the skin along her neckline and above her breasts was extremely soft and delicate. Unlike her arms, which were somewhat tan and still stained with now-dried mud. Setzi could tell by his physique that the Togruata was a creature who knew the land, knew how to hunt, and had possibly killed, not in a frenzy like many corrupted Sith Lords, but by careful stalking and trapping his prey. While she wasn't a predator, she had also come from the land. Toiling on her parent's farm, the grime and sweat from long days working well into the night - this also bonded her to the earth and had shaped her body into a lean vessel of industry. Like their bodies working in tandem right now - he was the hunter, and she the gatherer.

The brunette padawan had already crossed her own boundaries with the kiss, and now as she held him and let his chest press against her, her heart beat violently with the thought that she had never done this before. She had never gone this far with any man, much less a Sith Knight Togruta. But her desire would not allow her to stop. She was too far gone into the intoxicating moment and her hands reached out to gently run her hands down the two blue-striped lekku down either side of his broad shoulders.

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[Darth Pyrrhus]

Setzi's throaty sighs ensured that his senses never came back to him, and his thoughts were forever lost to her. Easily, he was drawn in, driven by the moment and primal urges. Against this girl, truly, he was defenceless. He couldn't tell which of them was falling under the other's control. She had him. He had her. Control was something neither of them possessed in this moment.

She looked beautiful in her new look, the sight encouraging his hands to roam freely and hungrily all over her torso. Her neck beckoned at him, drawing him in for a few hot kisses. His sharp teeth came out, though knowing their own sharpness, they were remarkably well-guided to not tear in too deep. She was so exposed to him. He could easily have torn into her neck, and finished her right there. Perhaps his nibbles were intended as a warning, a reminder of who she was dealing with. She was inviting trouble. He was, after all, not like the farm boys on her home planet. He was a Togruta, a hunter, a Sith. In another way, they signalled a transition - or perhaps regression was a more appropriate term - in his mind. He was going from the eloquent Sith, to the wild beast.

Like the padawan, the knight was stepping into uncharted territory. Most of his life on Shili had been in solitude. Even during his time as part of a community, he had not felt acceptance; he was always on the outside. This situation was new to him too, but his senses guided him well. His lekku were sensitive, and her touch provoked a hoarse gasp. Further, it provoked another raw kiss to be planted on her full lips, as well as a firm grip on both of her hips. He lifted her from the ground, before in the next moment, he lay her down on the table...

... Sleep had come easy to him. Today's training session had been a particularly straining one, and all of his muscles seemed to welcome the chance to rest. It was with satisfaction that he offered them release. The bed sheets of his personal quarters wrapped around himself, as well as Setzi. The Togruta lay beside her, a muscular arm around her, holding the girl close. He must have been having pleasant dreams, for there was distinctly a smile upon his lips. Today had been productive.

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[Setzi Lunelle]

After a few hours of the deepest sleep, Setzi woke up and almost couldn’t remember where she was for a moment. But quickly she realized that she was on Darth Pyrrhus’s ship in his quarters with the Togruta beside her in his bed. His arm was tight around her body. And he appeared to be fast asleep.

She drew in closer to him, breathing in his distinct scent, to savor this moment they would have together for the padawan knew she couldn’t stay. What had transpired - she a willing participant - was wrong on so many levels. She had let her emotion and her physical need take over all rational thought. And wasn’t that the road to the darkside? Unbridled passion? Unrestrained emotions?

This is what happens when you stray from the Jedi Order, Setzi, she thought. Why again did I ever think it was a good idea to leave the Praxeum on Arkania? Look at you! You’re entangled in a Sith Knight’s bed with all sorts of mystery bruises and bite marks.

But none of this mental flagellation could take away from the fact that she had, not only enjoyed their near-primal lovemaking, she relished it. Tanek had opened a new world for her about what her body could do and how it would respond to his urgent touch. And as her flesh and blood joined with his, she had tried to reciprocate the pleasure as best as she knew how. Setzi wasn’t experienced by any means, but she had been willing and selfless to give back that same enjoyment to Tanek.

Still, no one could ever know about this. It would be their secret.

Setzi very gently moved Tanek’s muscular, red-skinned arm, marveling at the long claws which had raked across her back the night before. She slipped out of the bed, and like a comedic holomovie scene began frantically searching his quarters for her clothing, while also trying not to wake him. While keeping an eye on his slumbering form, she quickly dressed and hit the exit button. The door opened with a hiss which sounded deafening in the quiet, but the Sith Knight didn’t appear to wake up.

With more than a bit of reluctance and one final glance back at his handsome, sleeping form, she left his quarters. But once she was out of his room, she focused all of her energy searching for an escape pod. Once she found what she was looking for, she climbed in and engaged the launch sequence. Hungry, tired and contemplative, she programmed the coordinates of the lifepod to take her back to Selvaris.

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