Tatooine Nights

[Zagara Vao]

"Tatooine. As much of a bantha's behind as anyone could ask for."

It was another cold, but arid night in Mos Eisley as the local pub just across just the cantina teamed with life - its regular patrons supplemented by a tide of one-time visitors. Something was up tonight.

The sand-blasted adobe structure rose to two storeys tall - the balconies from the second floor was where the wealthier clientele - Hutts, syndicate bosses, local mob leaders, or the occasional crime lord - watched the nightly performances, while the ragrat general population had to make do with the mess below. The strong smell of death sticks, coupled with the aromas of Corellian Ale and Juri Juice made for an intoxicating atmosphere - even most Jawas avoided the place, despite how much business they could probably rake up, what with all the junkers and looter scum filling the seats. Dimmed ceiling lights meshed with the exotic music that accompanied tonight's very special number.

From the villages of Ryloth, the Hutts of Mos Eisley give you, a fine Twi'leki specimen for all the fine boyz in tonight!

Up on the stage, Zagara did her best not to throw up the contents of her several stomachs as she stoically carried on with her performance - an interpretative dance that was as culturally rich and rooted as it was erotic and alluring. Dancing - something that came almost natural to the Twi'leki, and one of many that they elevated to the status of fine art. At their best, the local slags could only come up with trashy second-rate performances - this was galactic culture at its finest.

Zagara looked right at home in her dancer's kit, by now having performed the same routine in dozens of pubs across the galaxy. It was nothing new, being considered as an exotic oddity and an item of fetish by most. In fact, in most cases it worked to her advantage: she could call up favors, loans and even hit jobs as if she commanded entire syndicates to dance on her finger. Her red lekku's captivated audiences and held them in an almost hypnotic gaze - from her homeworld of Ryloth, to the Togruta great tents of Shili, and even the rave pubs of Coruscant. Been there, done that.

Tonight however, was just as much a business night for her as it was for any of the junkers, travelers and port scum in the audience. Wherever there were shows like this, she knew there would be powerful people - the influential people of the right sort - who had a taste for Twi'leki's and could pull strings for an exotic dancer. For unknown to nearly all but herself and a few close confidantes, this would be one of her last nights as a slave and a commodity. Time was running out, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy one of her last nights as a freak. After all, after a lifetime spent living in this way, she knew little else.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Tydus was always busy on Tatooine, as an Arms Dealer and a Info Broker, someone always wanted something from him. But he also knew how to keep his head down. Selling info was a deadly game, and if the wrong people found him, he'd be a busy man. The night was cold, though it barely bothered the cybernetic man, witch made the cantina busy, but he had a meeting to get to. Someone was to meet him here for a shipment of blaster rifles and grenades, holding onto the rifles was nothing, the explosives though, that was interesting, and he enjoyed interesting.

He sat at a table near the stage, he only ordered a tea bag, as he didn't like to remove his faceplate in public. His sense of smell was the only thing he could enjoy in public, and he used that all the time. He kept a look out for his client, but as he looked around the music picked up, and [member="Zagara Vao"] came out and began to dance. His attention turned to the Twi'lek, she was absolutely stunning. As she danced on the stage and the music carried him to another world, he realized that smell was not the only sense he could enjoy in public. The sight of her moves and the way she elegantly cut through the air. She made it seem as if she commanded the audience to give her all the attention, working the air around her. The music was moderate at best, but when she moved to it, he felt we was alone with her, as if his name was called from her lips. He was mesmerized and nearly forgot all his problems.

His vision was cut short by a E-11 blaster hit the table. He blinked behind his faceplate as he regained his bearings, moving his head slowly to face the person who interrupted the moment. "The boss will see you now." He was human, wearing a vest and a white shirt underneath, the face looked like a babies bottom, almost never been in a fight.

He looked at the man, "Then I guess it's time for business." His mechanized voice let out, he stood up and grabbed the man by the back of the neck and pulled his head in close, "Lead the way." Then let go, the man looked a bit startled and lead Tydus to the up stairs.

 

[Xis]

On the second floor Xis sat in a booth surrounded on all sides by scoundrels. The smell of Corellian ale was strong on their breath and needles filled with spice were laid out on the table for all to see. They obviously didn’t care about putting their habits on display. Probably trying to show off their wealth, and across from Xis sat a human male a cigar between thin lips. Green eyes glanced at Xis from beneath a wide brimmed hat. “So you got a problem with me smuggling in your turf? Last I heard the Black Sun were dead, you don’t have any turf.” Myrn said to Xis a sneer crossing those horrid features.

Sitting further back in his seat face plain revealing nothing Xis sized up Myrn and those that were under his employ. They thought themselves so powerful due to their wealth, their clientele. Myrn thought himself untouchable, but how wrong he was. “The Black Sun is very much alive. I assure you of that and as such I was simply delivering you an ultimatum. Either stop your illicit activities in my sector of space or else.” Rising from where he sat Xis found five blaster pistols pointed at him each of their owners a grim expression on their face. Everyone except Myrn who looked quite proud of himself at the moment.

“You think you can just come in here, threaten me, and then walk away like it never happened?!” Myrn growled leaning forward his elbow now resting on the table aiming the blasterbolt for Xis’ center mass.

“Actually I think I will.” Without making any motion Xis crushed the barrel of all five blaster pistols rendering them useless and leaving the owners staring in stupefied horror. “Good wishes to you all.” Xis said a ghost of a smile upon his lips. He had made his point clear with a turn the long ponytail whirled behind him as he walked away to the balcony where he would look down upon the common rabble. They enjoyed their night as they did every other, drinking and doping up to their hearts contents and taking in the sights of the wondrous vixens that were often hired to dance as entertainment.

As of now there was a young Twi’lek, probably just reaching true womanhood. She danced and the scum below hooped and hollered enjoying it. What Xis saw when he looked at her went beyond flesh and blood. No he saw a potential that only another force user would know. In that presence he saw a darkness, one he could exploit.

[member="Zagara Vao"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"]

 

[Jaryn Starkiller]

Jaryn had arrived on Tatooine weeks ago now the young Sith was in a bar controlled by The Black Sun,and with his still developing use of the force. He was nothing more than a shadow in the building swiftly undetected. He had come to Tatooine to learn more about Darth Vader as his obsession with the long dead Sith Lord had interested him and during his time on the desert world he heard many stories which he couldn't tell were just folklore or history. Such things that he did hear was Vader's former life as Anakin Skywalker stories of how he was once a Slave and won his freedom through a podrace. Jaryn had no idea if these were all true but found it all the more interesting and even went to an abandoned Tusken camp which was forbidden by all the other tribesmen from entering and strangely he knew why the Tuskens were afraid he sensed a strong dark side nexus in the area and he found it delightful meditating in it for three days but that still didn't increase his power.


Now here he was in this bar sticking to the shadows ignoring the prying eyes of the patrons all blinded by greed and lust,as they were watching an exotic Twi'lek dancer on stage and if Jaryn was just a normal patron surely he would be blinded by the same feelings the patrons were flooded with,but he was Sith and such emotions were far above him and could only use them if they served a purpose or perhaps useful but right now he saw none except he had the strange feeling that the force was calling him here and found the Twi'lek both odd and interesting. He decided to move to a seat close to the stage to watch and observe her,all the while keeping his hood up and his face hidden so he couldn't be seen so easily.

He was covered in dark Sith robes,and both of his lightsabers were clipped and dangled from his belt always waiting to ignite and taste fresh blood from the poor soul that had angered the teenaged Sith.

[member="Zagara Vao"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"] [member="Xis"]

 

[Zagara Vao]

Big game, Zagara thought to herself as she kept dancing on the platform. Past the usual scum that passed off as common fare in this place, she could make out several individuals that stood out. With little more than quick glances stolen at key points in her choreography, it didn't take long before she started keeping an eye on them - people had a certain look to them, the ones that either meant big money, a business proposition, or would ask for a little something extra later.

Man headed upstairs. Probably a dealer of some sorts. The Master must have his reasons if he's having the man escorted. Probably a smuggler or dealer who makes interplanetary runs. Good money. Should talk to him later as well.

Lone traveler by one of the front seats. Several interested port scum approaching him from behind. What'll he do? She knew he was watching, and smiled at his direction and gestured with one of her lekku - endearment, to be sure, and a subtle ping that something was about to go down.

She then looked up again at the balconies after finding no more individuals of interest. Greyskin, she thought to herself as she saw the eccentric figure by the banisters and watching her as well. The eye contact they made was short but intense - a small, lick of a smile gestured across her face as she kept her gaze on him a little more, before moving away and returning to the floor and the band playing behind her.

[member="Jaryn Starkiller"][member="Xis"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"]

UPSTAIRS:

Myrn frowned and cussed slightly after just having his goons humbled in front of a voodoo-conjuring freak. Ultimately, what Xis was, was beyond their comprehension, but that didn't stop them from attempting to make sense of it with their puerile understandings of the workings of the world anyway. "Leave him be, boys. The Black Sun's gone. The war's over. He's just reliving glory days."

"What do we do with the next one, boss?" one of his thugs then asked. The mech-voice was already headed up the stairs - escorted, but Myrn knew these types. Hidden tricks, most of them.

"Pah, show him in. And put those blasters away, it's embarrassing!", he barked as she met [member="Tydus Wryeens"] for the first time. "Ah, Tydus Wryeens. So glad to finally meet you. I trust it your journey to Tatooine wasn't too burdensome?"

[member="Jaryn Starkiller"] [member="Xis"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Zagara Vao"]

As Tydus walked up the stairs to the second floor, he couldn't get the Twi'lek out of his mind. Interesting specimen, no women was able to gain Tydus's attention as she did. He needed to focus on the job at hand, this was business of course, and that mean everything. As he walked up the stairs he passed a grey figure, he kinda recognized the man, it might have been @Xis. It could have been someone who looked like him, but Tydus was an Info Broker, much of information was hearsay, so he ignored it.

He entered the room with a glance over to Myrn, a local street boss who had little in the means of a drug empire. More of a large street hustler who figured he was untouchable. The type of people Tydus sold to. As the man spoke, Tydus walked to a seat and sat down, waving off a glass of some kind. He preferred to not to take off his faceplate in public. "It's Tatooine, Mr Myrn, it's always difficult, but I always deliver."

As he stated this he opened his coat and pulled out a Blaster Rifle and layed it on the table.

"RX-329 Assault Blaster Rifle, top quality, 100 bolt battery, 250 meter range, and I'll even throw in a 2x scope, just like you ordered

 

[Jaryn Starkiller]

Jaryn watched her closely through his hood and could see why the other mouth drooling males sitting beside him found her so exhilarating. He often read in the Academy on Coruscant before it fell that Twi'lek Females were sold into Slavery often for their sex appeal and were for made to jobs like these for her master. From the looks of it She enjoyed the attention the morons were giving her,but he honestly couldn't tell however he was oblivious,and ignored his obvious hormones within him for he was beyond such urges and desires,he was Sith after all. He would have rather liked to kill everyone in the room to feed the power of the dark side,but somehow there was something interesting about the girl before him,and thought to himself. 'What is so special about you woman'

He than reached out with the force to her,and did his best to touch her mind,and instantly detected something he could feel the faint flicker of the force was in her. It was like a spark of fire in the darkness,and than he realized why the force brought him here. It was her,and suddenly thought of what to do. He came up with an idea to approach her later,and subtly confront her about what he discovered but how he was going to bring such a subject up was completely beyond him,and he would have to along with it somehow when he did talk to her.


[member="Xis"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"] [member="Zagara Vao"]

 

[Xis]

Oh she’s good. Xis thought while watching the wily twi’lek conduct her dance. Many wouldn’t catch it, but Xis was watching carefully his Falleen reflexes and sight allowing him to spot those quick glances to individuals around the bar. She was looking for someone or something? Perhaps looking for one to pickpocket or coax into buying her and swooping her off her feet. Such was the life of a slave. Xis wouldn’t truly know he had never been placed in such a situation as the twi’lek down below. He was no one’s slave and was the master of his own fate. Something that the young woman would learn one way or another.

A quick glance over at the man coming up the stairs was all Xis needed to take in every feature. A Falleen’s eyesight was good enough to spot a shifting lizard from a hundred meters away while it tried to blend in. He doubted that the man would recognize him, Xis was a myth to most of the galaxy. The noble Falleen family of Samun had been dead for years at least that’s what people thought. There were always rumors about one last member of the Falleen house running about in the galaxy, and he was back. Paying no more mind to the cyborg Xis returned his attention to the twi’lek.

The slow sensual dance, it meant nothing to Xis and when their eyes met there was that brief instant between Xis beginning to release his pheromones and the smile that she had offered him. While not uncaptured like the others in the bar Xis could certainly pretend with the best of them. Offering a smile in return the pheromones he exuded were meant for the singular purpose of making the Twi’lek feel as though he only had his eyes on her. Of course Falleen pheromones influenced more than just one being so around Xis he began getting looks from waiters, waitresses and other patrons. He would not move to the lower floors, that was for the common rabble but with a movement of his lips Xis said “Come.” While his mouth made the motion no sound came out it had been for her to see.

[member="Zagara Vao"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"]

 

[Zagara Vao]

UPSTAIRS:

Myrn smiled at the BR and ran his course, aged fingers across its stock. "Good enough for a Mandalorian raid. Did I ever tell you that about myself, Tydus? I was once Ordo. Vindicance Ordo, it was." His right-hand goon, a Togruta male, obviously disapproved of his candid sharing of information. "Maybe it's best that we not publicly disclose that information, sir. No doubt the Mandalorians will not have forgotten how you... high-tailed them."

Myrn simply let out a cackle and a cough before covering his hand with his mouth - his course, dry voice suggested he'd had one deathstick too many. His bomber jacket, complete with the mythosaur weavings onto its sleeves, was worn out and aged - as were the wrinkles on the human's now partially sagging face. Through his blast goggles one couldn't see much, but going by his body language he had difficulty seeing.

"Of course, Tanik, of course", he said, jesting while looking in the direction of the Togruta who towered above him as he sat down. Then turning back to [member="Tydus Wryeens"], he continued, "2x scopes?" He laughed again. "What're we doing, raiding Republican outposts again?" He shook his head and nodded with a sigh. "Alright Tydus, this stuff's great. But how much do you want? My crews'll need at least 250 of these babies, and another 50 for good keeps. Not to mention all the spare parts." Both Myrn and Tanik then turned to each other and nodded.

"Name your price", Tanik said flatly and frankly, but with the modicum of respect typical of the Togruta.

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By now Zagara's number was over, and the crowd jeered, applauded and whistled as she took her step down the stage via the front staircase and into the mess tables. Local girls now took to the stage, and for the most part now grabbed the attention of the common folk once more. Perhaps more regal performers would have thought this a slight, but it was no big deal for Zagara - this was the way and life of a dancer - a superstar when on showcase, and just as easily forgotten at the sight of the next exotic plaything. Still in nothing but her dancing kit, she slowly approached [member="Jaryn Starkiller"]'s table first, having noticed him earlier, and slowly sat on his lap, putting one arm around his neck. Much to the cackling and jeering of those at the other table though, they were mostly unaware of her real intentions. Stealing first a quick glance at [member="Xis"], having caught a whiff of his pheromones too, saying with her eyes and a subtle movement of her headtails "wait for me", as she attended to this one first. She knew she'd have much to discuss with the Greyskin later - people who carried themselves like that usually had very interesting propositions to make.

Then drawing her attention back to the acolyte (although unaware), she smiled softly first and then whispered, "I don't see your kind around here often. What are you looking for here?" She cut straight to the chase, knowing that his detached body language and restrained behavior weren't typical of the common scoundrel who came here - he was here for other reasons, or at the very least, very different.

 

[Jaryn Starkiller]

When he felt her sit on his lap he cursed himself for being slightly aroused by exotic dancer,and wished that he didn't have developing hormones to be in such a compromising situation. He than see her give her a soft smile,and ask what was he doing here. He says to her in a calm tone ignoring his slight state of arousal and keeping a stoic face underneath his hood. His dark hazel eyes staring into hers. "I believe it was the Force my dear,and i believe it has led me to you." He ignored the cheering of the other patrons when she sat on his lap and he really wanted to massacre them just for how idi otic they were but decided to ignore it,and kept his gaze on the Twi'lek waiting for whatever she has to say.

[member="Zagara Vao"] [member="Xis"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"]

 

[Zagara Vao]

[member="Jaryn Starkiller"]

"The Force?"

Zagara chuckled as she put one of her headtails around his neck and let it rest there like a scarf around his nape. Most of the onlookers had already gone back to minding their own business by now, only a few kept staring - some in envy, some starting to realize that this wasn't ordinary shop-talk. Either way, no one dared to disrupt - being a bantha's behind in a place like this could cost one his life.

"You'll find no lightsaber on me, master patron", she jested with a smile as her head tilted back a little with a small laugh. And yet, there it was - the brooding, darkness inside of her: hanging above her head like a cloud of energy. With no Force training, it was clear as day and easily perceived. The pull of the Dark Side was probably what drew her to the young acolyte, and although oblivious to the ways of the Force, she subconsciously felt drawn to its darker energies nonetheless.

She took a small sip from his tea before continuing to talk to the patron: "So let's say then", she said with a hiccup and after briefly covering her mouth to let it pass before going on, "that what you say is true, what then?" Her voice and body language suggested she was playing, but a quick look into her eyes and a feel of the subtle disturbance in the Force around her told a completely different story. She was listening, on more levels that one.

 

[Jaryn Starkiller]

[member="Zagara Vao"]

In his state right now wrapping her lekku around him only made his arousal worse,but kept on ignoring it and when she seemed to be playing with him he was slightly irritated but with his growing force abilities he could sense that she was drawn to the darkness it pulled at her and called to her surely she must have been aware of it like a seductive lullaby in the back of her head. He placed his hand on the lekku around his neck and slightly rubbed it with his smooth fingers and said. "That is up to you my dear. I am no Sith Lord i am currently searching for a Master myself so i could contribute and make the Sith strong once again. But i can Show you how to unlock what is inside of you. Tell me you don't feel it's seductive calling in the back of your head urging you to unlock your true potential. You can live a life greater than that of a Slave a life of Significance,meaning and Power unlike that you have ever known"

He knew that he could be an impact to her after all there was a reason why the force brought him to this place,and if he could help her unlock her true potential the better. He was no Master that was for sure he had many things to learn himself about the dark side but he could at least open the door for her and give her the choice she never had to choose what life she truly wanted.

 

[Zagara Vao]

[member="Jaryn Starkiller"]

Zagara cringed and winced a little at the touch to her headtails - an erogenous zone for the Twi'lek, her tchuntchin were either the greatest source of ecstacy, or pain. A weakness, no doubt. "Ah, you speak as if you've known my plans from the start, master patron", she said with a reassuring smile as she shook her head, her purple eyes fixing upon his again before continuing, "You seem to know what troubles me. The nightmares, they come. Everyday. They feel.. strange. As if they're not really dreams, but visions of the future. I can see it everyday of my life, even after I rise from sleep. Death, despair, pain, power. I know what you're talking about too, stranger, but this is neither the time or place. You know this."

With that, she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Until next time, Haly", she said as she stood up, letting him feel her lekku sliding off and around his neck. Just before completely parting though, she discreetly stuck a crumpled up piece of paper in his resting hand.

Coordinates.

To Korriban.

"We'll save our little rendezvous for later, stranger."

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Up the stairs she went, ever so elegant and delicate as she ascended to the balconies where the wealthier patrons chose to settle down and unwind. Walking past hallways that led into special private areas that held every personality in the galaxy -from Hutts and humans to Mandalorians and imperial officers-, she eventually found her way to Myrn's quarters, where Gammorean guards flanking the entrance let her in without even flinching, and her master himself barely lifted his eyes to look at her as she walked past.

She managed to get a good look at [member="Tydus Wryeens"] before walking up to [member="Xis"], standing by his side and putting an arm around his waist. She glanced over the mess area below before looking to the side, and up to him. "You called?", she asked in a soothing tone.

 

[Jaryn Starkiller]

He was quite surprised by her behavior. The way she was acting it was almost worthy of a Sith and a Sith even under Lord Sidious's Tutelage. He rubbed his cheek slightly upon feeling her soft lips on his cheek,and read the coordinates within his hand and knew it was for the ancient birthplace of the Sith Korriban. He never been there personally but had heard of it in his temple days on Coruscant and looked forward to meeting her there.

As he got up he ignored the jealous stares from the other patrons who he only assumed that was because the Twi'lek took a liking to him. He didn't know for sure but he knew things became a lot more interesting,and she was more cunning and manipulative than he first realized and assumed that she could handle herself if she wanted to become Sith so there was no point in him sticking around knowing she wouldn't need his help. He walked out of the Cantina and toward the spaceport to his Sith Infiltrator,knowing that there would be a meeting he would have to get too. After climbing inside the Sith Craft swiftly blasted into Tatooine's Atmosphere the engines roar to life. After entering the Hyperspace coordinates for Korriban Jaryn could hardly wait as the ship disappears into the blue wormhole onward to it's destination.

(End Scene)

[member="Zagara Vao"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Tydus looked at the weapon, they were not cheap to retreive, cost him a few arms and leg to get the shipment he had. He knew the price of the weapons, but would they be willing to accept it. He looked over to the Old Mandalorian and his Counterpart, the true brains behind the operations of this gang, also probably the true person that got a hold of him. making eye contact with Myrn, Tydus spoke, "10,000 credits a create, crate comes with 5 rifles, so about 600,000 credits in total."

As the words escaped his lips the Twi'lek, [member="Zagara Vao"], entered the room. "What is she doing here?" He thought to himself. Maybe she was a concubine of the street goon sitting in front of him. Sometimes the world just isnt fair, a beautiful women like that with a mush for brains like him, sad. Without realizing it, he was staring at the women. He needed to get his head back in the game, "Not here for games." He thought to himself. She moved over to the grey skinned fellow, he noticed it out the corner of his eye, the man who looked like the man they called, @Xis.

 

[Zagara Vao]

"600,000?"

Myrn sat back his seat and shook his head. "I don't know about that." He rubbed his chin with his wiry hands and looked straight at [member="Tydus Wryeens"], trying to size him up and figure out his game. Tanik, the Togruta, on the other hand, smiled.

"A businessman", he said gallantly and with a smile.

"Tanik, you know I can't do that kind of money, eeee-it's too much. Even for what we-"

"Remember what's at stake here, sir", Tanik cut him off. "If we don't up our operations, the Black Sun will-" The Togruta stopped talking and both looked over at [member="Xis"] before continuing in a more hushed tone. "... others will easily catch up and steal business in our turn from right under our nose!"

"500,000", Myrn pitched at Tydus.

"Don't insult our guest, sir Myrn. He probably cracked a few skulls for this", Tanik said with a warm smile. A few tense moments passed before the Togrutan spoke up again. "What about 550,000 credits, Tydus?" He then turned to Zagara, who had her back turned to both and was busy with the Falleen. "And her for a night."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Tydus shook his head, "Buisnessman I am not, just trying to make a profit." The guns were easy to get in the system, after all it was Tatooine, a smugglers port. Plus his competition in the Black Suns made that difficult to find work let alone weapons. But it was when the Togruta offered, [member="Zagara Vao"], that his attention was caugh.

Why would a man offer up his women for a deal over weapons, either she was a prostitute or he desperately needed those weapons. He couldn't look weak, he needed a way to still get some time with the women, but also keep a shred of decency for his reputation. That's when he decided to kill two birds with one stone. "She's an interesting women, but she's your women Mr. Myrn, it would do me a dishonor to lay with a mandalorians women, so I'll make a trade instead, you kill one of my competitors and give me a few moments with her, and I'll give you the weapons for 500,000, that sound like a deal?"

 

[Zagara Vao]

"Honor worthy of Mandalore himself", Tanik said with a smile as he nodded and turned to Myrn, who still didn't look convinced. "She's my favorite slave, Tanik."

"We're not losing her forever, sir. It'll just be a night or two."

"Hmm, fine. Wrap it up here then, Tanik." And with that, Myrn concluded his part in the bargain, stood up and left with two of the Gamorreans. Only the Togruta remained, with a Mandalorian and a Rodian in the back.

"A sound, offer, Tydus", Tanik said, leaning closer across the table and hushing his voice. "So, who are we talking about here? Oh, and don't worry about the girl. At the end of the day, she's a slave right? I'm sure you understand. Just hand her your venue of choice, and she'll be there on your terms."

"So, about that kill.."

[member="Tydus Wryeens"]

 

[Xis]

Xis had stopped watching the twi’lek and simply let his hearing take over as he spied on Myrn and his dealings with an arm dealer. Didn’t Xis already warn him about dealing in his turf? While not in his turf per say it was in Xis’ presence and that was just as deplorable. Xis smiled he was sure Myrn would be facing his end soon, if not by the Falleen’s hands by someone else’s. If the weapons dealer had come to Xis with the deal he would’ve paid the 600,000 without a second thought. Nothing but a drop in the vast pot of Black Sun earnings not including his own personal wealth. Waving his hand and denying the beverages of the waiters that passed Xis sensed the approach of the twi’lek.

Not only sensed, he heard her footsteps and a quick glance confirmed it. Before she could completely wrap her arm around him Xis raised a finger shaking it as a parent would when telling their child no. He was not like the others in this bar, arousal was not the way to Xis and it wouldn’t work. His own Falleen heritage and charms had made sure that Xis was near immune to such distractions. It insured he put profits first. “No need to be so vulgar and sultry around me dear. I am not one of those mind addled fools down below. I called you to talk.” Without even making a move Xis built up a telekinetic barrier around the two of them completely soundproof and invisible. “You see I called you to talk about you… And your future. I heard what you spoke about with the child down below. I know you want freedom and you’re in a galaxy that isn’t kind enough to give it to you.”

This twi’lek would serve a far greater purpose than some bedmate like others thought of her as. No she could be an eventual ally, even an informant for Xis. Everyone were simple tools meant to be used. Those that couldn’t be used had no point to continue living. Even the arms dealer could be used.

[member="Zagara Vao"]

 

[Zagara Vao]

"Straight to the point, huh? I like that." Zagara smiled as her hand fell away from the much larger Falleen's lower back and rested on the balcony with her other one. She eyed the ground floor messes from end to end as she let [member="Xis"] speak and made sure to listen to every word. Now here was someone who understood her - viewed her not only as a plaything but as a person: liberating, almost vindicating. "As you've probably noticed", she continued, "my master isn't much. He thinks he's in charge but his wingmen run the operation. He's just too dense to see it." She then took a sigh and stopped for a bit. "I want my freedom, but not for it to be handed to me. I want to earn it; to fight for it. You know what I mean." She then looked up at Xis, and then back at her master's protoge behind them.

"As for my future.... uncertain, I guess. But however it turns out", she paused to smile a little while starting absent-mindedly, "It'll be because I will it. No masters or lords to make that decision for me. Cases like me are plenty for sure - but most of the folks with the cash are spineless."

She then took a sigh and looked at Xis again. "There isn't much I can ask of you now, but I will need someone like you in the future. I suppose there isn't really much I can tell you that you don't already feel. You know what I mean."

Zagara smiled up at him, her purple eyes shining with a beauty and horror that reflected nothing more or less than the Dark Side's volatility.