Things In The Night

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

He rounded on her. "They are getting in my way."

Just like she had gotten in his way. Just like so many others had. His patience on these matters was running extremely thin. There was a plan. That plan kept getting interrupted. Part of him once again thought about simply killing her, cutting his losses and walking away from this whole situation before there were any more interruptions. It was only one plot, one string within the web, it's ending would not mean the end of everything he had planned.

When he turned and gazed at her the rage was still in his eyes, the loathing he held for that moment was more than clear.

"I loathe these people." He bit. "Disgusting little wretches."

Muuns were, as a matter of fact, one of the few species that he despised more than Humans. One could classify the lot of them quite simply as greed filled low born cowards. They cared for only two things, wealth, and personal safety. Even Neimoidians stood above them.

Vrak shifted, looking at Seraphina as she reached for the towel, half tempted to grab her and throw her against the wall just to release some of his anger.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

The Twi'lek snapped the towel up from the small hook on the wall and wrapped it around her body, her head shaking as she stepped by Vrak and opened the door of the washroom, billowing steam into the next room.

"You need to relax."

Her back turned as she walked into the next room, turning to face him again, sitting onto the bed.

"It's a minor inconvenience." Her shoulders rolled as she shook her head and gave him a confused stare, as if she couldn't grasp why he was so mad. "It's not like they moved him to Sullust. Calm the feth down."

She could see the rage threatening to bubble over, the rampage he was looking to go on. Despite how minor of an issue the Muun's arrest was, Vrak had gone from zero to full tilt in an instant.

"But just so I understand, is there anyone you don't loathe?"

That comment was probably not necessary, but she did enjoy antagonizing him, even while attempting to solve the issue.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

He stalked after her.

The bubble of rage that stormed around him only grew as she taunted him, his disdain quickly beginning to unnerve him even more. He followed after her, watching as she sat herself down on the bed. His lips turned to a sneer. This 'minor' inconvenience would add another day to their task. They would have to find which prison he was being kept in, what the security was like a dozen other things.

He moved swiftly to stand in front of her. "Results."

Vrak practically bit the word.

"I don't despise when lower beings don't interrupt my plans."He continued on. "I don't loathe getting my way."

His fingers clenched at his sides.

Vrak watched her lounge upon the bed, simply sitting there. Confident, cocky, so superior. His fingers twitched slightly at his side, his eyes falling over her lithe form.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Seraphina crossed her leg over the other beneath the fabric of the towel, leaning back on her hands. Her head shook, head tails curling about behind her as she looked up at the boiling anger behind Vrak's eyes.

She was somewhat amused by his belly aching. "Any one I said.You did not listen to me." She knew he wouldn't like that, but she quickly continued on. "But regardless. So what? He got arrested. You don't think I've broken into a heavily guarded structure before? You think that a prison on Muunilist is going to be any sort of challenge?" Her lips pursed, eyebrow raising.

"Perhaps for you. But if you'd like I can go fetch him for you."

What happened to the cocky, confident Sith? He was acting like a toddler because of some small alteration in his plan.

"How about I go and get your banker, while you rest up here?" She cleared her throat, accentuating the final words. "Lord Nashar."

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[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

His lip twitched, for a second he wasn't sure if his expression wanted to turn into a sneer or a smile. His eyes set on her hard, his glare threatening to cut a hole in her skull. His rage was nearly palpable now, and her taunting and teasing did not help in the least.

Slowly she tipped herself back, provocation continuing to spill from her lips.

He watched her speak, not even really listening anymore as he became too consumed by the anger floating in his skull. A deep breath reached through his lungs, his eyes briefly flicking to the other end of the room, past her towards the closed blinds. For a moment he simply stood there, as if assessing the situation, as if trying to calm himself down. Then his eyes slowly lowered to her once again, his gaze falling on her, then a second later he slowly began to lean forward.

A hand slid onto her knee, pressing on her leg as his other palm quickly found it's way to the bruises on her throat.

He did not push her back, but instead held her in place. "You."

Vrak began, his words a hiss.

"Should watch your tongue." He pulled her a bit closer to himself.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Her brows curved, teeth bared again into a snarl as Vrak's hand once again wrapped around her neck in the same familiar place as before. That spot was beginning to get very sore from the constant abuse it received. Almost instinctively her lekku shifted behind her shoulders and away from the threat around her throat. Raising her left hand from the braced position she was in the Sith would feel the Force wrap around his own, squeezing firmly from either side to constrict his airway, pink fingers curling slowly tighter, mimicking the pressure he felt.

"I do as I wish." She whispered harshly in return to his threat.

Her head tilted slightly to the side, watching his anger again get the better of him. He simply couldn't handle any type of deviation from his perfectly laid out plan, lest it ruin his day entirely. And because of something entirely out of her control, he was now taking his aggression out on her. Obviously it was in part to her antagonizing, but he had already trudged into the bathroom and began his tirade before she had ever started with the taunting and teasing.

Now he just deserved it.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

The pressure at his throat began. The press, the push, the constriction matched his own. It was as though his own hand had wrapped around his neck. His lips thinned and his eyes slowly danced towards her hand. He saw the slight curl of her fingers, the touch of a smile on her lips.

It was smug.

Anger rose within him again. Was this a game anymore? Was he still playing? Or was he simply losing what little control he had left? Were his sensibilities falling away? Plan after plan was coming apart. First the event on Prakith, then the Senator, now the Muun being arrested. It seemed that failure after failure was compounding atop him, and slowly he was beginning to feel the press of a vice against his schemes. If things continued upon this path he would loose everything.

He knew it.

His hand tightened just slightly at her throat, a mimicking gesture immediately felt upon his own neck.

Vrak leaned forward, stopping only a few inches short of her. His lips curled into a smile for just a moment, as if asking, daring her to press more. The hand upon her knee slowly began to slide up, slipping beneath white cloth and floating up her thigh then pressing against her leg. The hand at her throat pulled her just a bit closer, his eyes locking on hers

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

So he wants to see who will give in first?

Dark green eyes flared, glaring back into his own, her own controlled rage burning inside of her as she applied more pressure than before, just as she felt her own airway blocked, serving to make breathing a difficult task now. It was clear to her by now that whatever kind of game this was that despite the things she put him through, how she mentally and verbally abused him, for some twisted reason he reveled in it, was excited by it. Without knowing it, he was relinquishing his control over her, even while he exerted it. This was a tug of war where neither side was truly trying to win.

Sera's arm that had been supporting the majority of her body weight buckled as he tightened his hold on her once more, instead locking onto his bicep. The offense going on by her legs was not left unnoticed, shifting her gaze for a singular moment down. The trail he made, the pressing against her pinkish skin. She growled at him, though couldn't do much else given the circumstances. Her eyes flickered back up to catch his.

He would feel her fighting against him in that small battle.

The Twi'lek's jaw fell agape, struggling a bit for air as a look of scorn formed her expression.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

The truth was Vrak no longer cared. He didn't care about control. He didn't care about the sway he held over her. That game was completely forgotten. She had pushed him once too far, pressed him when he had not been in a mood to be pressed.

The failures that he had experienced, the loss of his plans had simply become one too many. Vrak had already been standing on the edge of a cliff, and her taunts had simply pushed him over. He had wanted to kill her, he had wanted to snap her neck and bring this whole thing to an end, but some sense of logic, some preventative thought stopped him in his tracks. Even as his fingers tightened, even as the pressure on his own throat constricted, he knew he wouldn't kill her.

Not yet.

Her arms collapsed from beneath her, Sera falling back slightly as her weight became supported only by the bruising touch on her throat. He took the opportunity of her fall and pressed himself forward, taking a single single step forward as he pressed one more time with the flat of his palm. He dragged her into him, a slight gasp falling from his throat as he felt the constriction around his neck tighten as a result, her anger flaring.

His hand slowly slid up her thigh.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

She was going to need another bath. That was certain. The bed was a tossed mess, clothing strewn about in a wild disarray. Sweat covered her face. Her breathing was still taking time to settle. For all of the rest she had gotten the night before, it was all for nothing. With panting breaths and fresh bruises once again, the woman rolled to her side and checked her chrono. Not because they were in a rush to get to the now cancelled meeting, but because if they were still to abduct the Muun, they would need to get as much information over the next few hours as quickly as possible. If they were going to hit the prison, she would prefer to do it sooner rather than later, and preferably at night.

It was about an hour after their intended meeting.

Seraphina rolled back over to face Vrak. "So what do we do? What's your plan to move ahead?"

While what she had said earlier was at least partially true, she could in fact likely free the Muun by herself, she knew Vrak would never allow that, not when it would hurt his image as superior. Instead she would simply let him come up with their next course of action, and either agree to it, or tell him it was stupid and to think of something more appropriate.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

His anger had abated somewhat, a sort of calm falling over him as he laid in place. The rage that had been palpable before had settled into a low sort of seething, the anger that had caused him to nearly snapped her neck had faded.

Vrak was still more than displeased with the situation, but at the very least he was no longer thinking of beginning a genocide here on Muunilist. When she rolled within the bed to face him he frowned slightly, laying on his back he caught a glimpse of her form in his peripheral. His fingers were laced within one another on his stomach, his eyes closed in consideration as he tried to recall her words before he'd taken her. His lips thinned, and slowly he spoke. "You cannot go alone."

Was all he said for a moment. Though it was not for the reason she thought.

"All Prisons on Muunilist utilize double blind security." He stated as though he had inside knowledge. "One requires two people to get into any one cell."

That didn't exactly answer her question, though it did make clear that she wouldn't be able to get the Muun out alone.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Her leg brushed gently against Vrak, the single pink foot running down the length of his leg as she thought for a few short moments.

"Well." She felt the twitch of her lekku rolling over her shoulders. "You can follow me in and we can do it together, as long as you don't screw up."

It wasn't exactly a mockery. It was just the truth. She had been doing this for quite some time. As long as she could remember in fact. Vrak may have been a number of things, but she was relatively certain that an assassin he was not. His body type did not fit the bill. And by the brash advance he'd made on her back on Coruscant? She doubted he had the tact for the job either.

"Best way to do that though would likely be the sewers beneath the prison, unless you have a contact here that can have me placed in there as a prisoner, and you as a visitor."

The latter option would at least let them locate the Muun from the inside without suspicion.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

The sewers, the very thought of that made Vrak scowl.

There was no way he was going to trudge around the underside of any city like a street rat, that was simply out of the question. He would rather go back to his plan of murdering everyone on this world. Her second suggestion however, that held merit at the very least. He frowned for a moment and rattled off a list of names in his head, bankers, officials, and corrupt Security Officers he knew that were likely to be able to help them in this situation. "I could do that."

He told her.

"Though you would have to commit a crime." That likely wouldn't be a problem for her. "Once you're inside the facility you can find our banker."

This was turning into a prison break. "Then I can assure both of you will make it out."

"Or just one of you." If she got the information that they needed, then there was no need to help the banker escape. As long as Vrak got the information he didn't particularly care what else happened.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Sera scoffed a laugh. "I would have to commit a crime? I've lost count how many I've already committed." Her leg paused, toes digging into the Sith's thigh for a moment to elicit a growl of some sort while she grinned. "Simple." What she would do though would be a bit different. She could simply murder someone, that was always easy. Or she could be a bit more elaborate and simply try to rob one of the banks. When it came time to place her somewhere, if Vrak's contact was reliable, she would end up alongside the banker in no time.

"But if you leave me in there..." Her toes curled, nails digging into him. "I will not be happy."

Not that she could be restrained by simple locks and cuffs anyway, but that was hardly the point she was making.

Sera decided in the end that simply outright killing someone was not entirely necessary. Robbing a bank, perhaps the very bank Vrak was supposed to use during this meeting, would be a better decision.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

So that was decided.

Sera would commit a crime and allow the authorities to apprehend her. He would then use his pull with certain security officials to ensure that she landed in the same cell, or nearby the Banker. It would be easier than one would assume, the prisons here on Muunilist were not split by gender, rather by classification of danger their species posed. Creatures like Hutt's and Besalisks were shipped to maximum security facilities, Muun and Twi'leks? They were hardly a thread.

At least that was how the authorities saw it.

The fact was convenient, and although he'd have to pay more than a few bribes to actually get Sera close to their target it was something Vrak didn't mind. Money was easy enough to get, and he had more than enough wealth on Muunilist alone to make this happen. They just had to make sure to do it quickly. The more time they wasted the more they would be pressed by Sera's employers.

He smiled for a second. His fingers floated down her leg, slowly grazing her thigh for just a second. "I would never do such a thing."

"We should begin tonight." He told her. "I can assure you'll be in the correct by the morning."

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

She was well aware Vrak was lying. He would leave her stranded on a planet about to go supernova if it meant he had an extra three seconds to buy himself. If he got what he was after here, without her? She had no doubt in her mind that he would leave her behind to whatever fate awaited. That was just the nature of things. Of course, there was still the small matter of the object in her back. That likely wouldn't pass security screenings in the prison.

"You're going to need to remove this." She said plainly. "I don't quite think you'll be able to sneak this in on me. So you're going to have to trust me now."

A wide smirk, teeth baring smile appeared on her face, as if to unnerve him a bit into thinking that maybe, just maybe she would then still attack him, even if it weren't true. At least not yet.

"Or you can be the one who commits the crime and gets sent to jail, but then they'll likely take away that little device on your belt."

The belt that was still on the floor in his robes.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

He frowned for a few seconds, considering her words. She was right. Either he would lose the remote, or the explosive in her neck would be detected. There was no way to get everything he wanted here. For a second he considered his options.

The only other way to do this was to go through the sewers, and if he...no.

"Very well." Vrak answered finally, his eyes briefly flicking down her body for a moment. He didn't trust her of course, he was no fool, but he could at least loosen the leash he had upon her now. If only just a bit. They might still kill one another by the end of all this, but he was at least sure that he had one hook within her, chip or no chip. His hand slowly grazed over her for just a moment, as if in reminder to her. "I will remove it."

Or rather, Ryal would remove it.

Vrak was no surgeon after all. His fingers grazed over her stomach. "But only because I don't think you need to be reminded."

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

She smiled devilishly. Vrak was backed into a corner once more. Left with several choices to make, none of which he enjoyed. She could see the small hint of despair in his features. He knew there was little he could do, aside from abandon this altogether. For several seconds he struggled with his choices, until finally he spoke the words she so very much wanted to hear.

"Excellent." The Twi'lek ran her tongue between thinned lips. "Then we should get this done now so we're ready to go by nightfall."

The woman wasn't of course going to strike at him. At least not right away. She wanted to find this information as much as he did, but if he did try anything else, anything more than they had agreed, anything to betray her, well, she would ensure that his neck snapped like a twig, even if he had left his mark on her. He may have taken her as his own, but that didn't mean he was above being killed for betrayal.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

Vrak drew himself up and off the bed. There was a sway in his step for just one second before he moved towards the bedroom door. There was no hint of modesty about him as he entirely ignored the robes upon the floor. The remote didn't matter so much anymore now that the chip was going to be removed anyway, and his servants had seen him naked plenty of times. There was no need to be shy. "Ryal!"

His voice boomed out, then he would suddenly switch to a more guttural language.

Perhaps Sera would recognize it, perhaps not, but Vrak barked a command within the language of the Ancient Sith, the spoken word that he had grown up with. A few moments later Ryal appeared within the room, the other Pureblood not even blinking at Vrak's naked form. She carried a small tray of surgical instruments, either having been prepared all along or just being quick to do as she was told. She gave a brief glance towards Vrak, as if questioning whether he was sure.

The Pureblood only nodded.

"Quickly." He told her. "There is much to do."

He had to make a few calls before they went ahead with everything.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

The process didn't take long. Thirty or so minutes. Sera woke up once more laying where she had prior. The device itself was notably missing from both her back and the tray beside her. A hand reached behind her to feel the small bump gone. As the sedative slowly wore off she continued to lay where she found herself, head nodding in and out of consciousness several times.

Once or twice Ryal checked on her before leaving one last time.

Her eyes opened again some time later, her back felt a bit sore, but otherwise the sense of relief having that dreaded device out of her was settling. Sera dropped her legs over the side of the bed and stretched, a yawn pulling at her lips, forcing one eye closed.

The clothes belonging to her were still on the floor where they had been left. She quickly grabbed them and put them on before wandering back out to the living area where she assumed she would find Vrak waiting.

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