Unimpeded Passage

[Ballen-Ist]

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Instead of disembarking to the Upsilon command shuttle that was nearby, Ballen-Ist decided to call in a Fury class interceptor. It was a ship of ancient design, but still effective by all means. It was an agile ship that lacked in manoeuvrability due to it's size, but made up with the amount of people it was able to carry. It had several rooms, and usually served as portable bases to Sith Lords on the war path.

Ballen-Ist couldn't say he involved himself in any recent grand battles, but he had had his fair share. The eventful day on Lothal was just another regular one to him. It seemed [member="Aveira Dax"] thought differently though, for here she was preparing to board his vessel. She had asked to accompany him earlier, and at first he thought she meant just through the caves.

Then he thought she meant off world, and now here they were. Only a few Imperial officers were on board, maintaining certain vital systems, and piloting the ship overall. The interceptor would rise into the air, shooting up into the vacuum of space within moments of take off. "Make yourself comfortable, there are many utilities on this ship," the Sith would tell the woman, as he turned away and began to head towards his private chamber, which he had turned into a meditation one of sorts.

Sitting down in the center of the room, Ballen-Ist would close his eyes and inhale deeply, focusing his mind and gathering his energy. He would wait for Aveira if she needed to pack things away, wash up, whatever. He wanted to see if she were force sensitive too, and would need all the time he could get.

 

[Aveira Dax]

An hour or a little less than that passed as Ballen-Ist remained alone in his chambers. Force sensitive? That was something that Aveira wasn’t aware of, if she is. The Zeltron never had a moment in her life where something unexplained such as an underlined force connection intervening in some crucial moment, as it seemed to happen with most who end up being gifted. The sound of the Sith’s door opening could be heard for a moment then closes softly. If Ballen-Ist ends his meditation, he would notice the Zeltron holding a server tray with a few drinks and what appeared to be some sort of food upon it.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Only an hour had passed, and Ballen-Ist had already been interrupted. He figured it was one of the officers on board, but then remembered he had a guest. Opening his eyes slowly, the Sith would stand up to his full height, now donning a silky black tunic that was gold trimmed. Before he had worn bulky Inquisitor armor, something that he did not exactly favour. Turning to look upon the Zeltron, a thin smirk would plaster itself upon the man's face as he stepped forward, his arms folded behind his back firmly.

A moment would be taken to observe what she had brought on the platter, not seeing anything suspicious. Of course, any form of poison would most likely be subtle, though he couldn't sense [member="Aveira Dax"]'s intentions clearly. The soft hum of the Interceptors hyperdrive would fill the silent chamber for an awkward moment, before the Red Sith looked back up to the woman. "What is this?" He questioned, completely dumbfounded.

 

[Aveira Dax]

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

"I just thought, perhaps, you where hungry. I'll leave." she said a bit timidly then sits the platter down onto a nearby table and turns to head out unless other wise stopped.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist frowned, watching as [member="Aveira Dax"] turned to leave. He had expected more from the woman, though that was fine. Lifting an arm, the Knight would reach out with a telekinetic grip, grabbing hold of one of the drinks and guiding it to his palm safely. "I'm not hungry, but I will drink," the Sith spoke, before taking a brief sip.

He was still suspicious, due to the fact he knew little about the Zeltron. "You may drink or eat, it doesn't matter," he continued, taking a few steps back to the center of the chamber. "So, who is your employer? Do you plan on returning?" The red skinned man questioned, remembering what he had been told in the caves of Lothal.

 

[Aveira Dax]

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

"No. He was going to clear my name on Zeltros if I brought him a crystal...it doesn't matter now." She answered then turns to face the pure blood once again then takes a step back closer. "You said something about not being able to see me fully. Are you partially blind?" The curious Zeltron asked then takes a seat slowly across from Ballen-Ist's position. "Do you have any questions for me, Master Sith?" Aveira knew this arrangement was a bit random and probably not what the Sith was used too, it was surely for herself. Despite it, there was meaning behind it all.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist would laugh slightly at the woman's remark about his vision. It had simply been dark in the cave, and now he could clearly see [member="Aveira Dax"] in all her pink glory. He couldn't imagine why she would have been kicked off of Zeltros, unless perhaps she was engaging in criminal activities their as well. Which was unlikely, given the planets history.

"I can see just fine, thanks," Ballen-Ist responded, still smirking as he looked Aveira up and down. "First off... You don't have to call me 'Master Sith.' I don't think anyone says that," the young man spoke, trying to save the woman some embarrassment. "One question, why do you need to be cleared on Zeltros?"

 

[Aveira Dax]

Aveira runs a hand through her raven black hair then looks down slightly. "It's a long story. I was..I belonged to a criminal organization as...I was under the ownership of its leader, who was also the brother of our President. Basically, they where discovered, crap fell apart and it was more convenient for the government to blame it on a random slave than go through the mess of admitting that a close relative of the president was involved, little alone running it." she paused.

"I am here because...Well..I have no where else to go. It's odd, I don't know why I care what Zeltros thinks of me..I really don't have a desire to return. Yet, when I first saw you in the tunnels then without the mask...something spoke to me."

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

It was an interesting story. It wasn't uncommon for political scandals to be handled in such ways, though Ballen-Ist was surprised that such had happened on Zeltros. He had never actually been to the planet before, maybe they were more organized than he thought. This woman was an outcast, much like the Knight himself. Interesting. "Well, you will find that there is far greater opportunity in the galaxy beyond Zeltros," the Sith assured [member="Aveira Dax"].

Pivoting on his heel to step closer towards the woman, the young man would smirk at her last comment, feinting a perplexed expression. "I don't think you've even told me your name, you know," he spoke teasingly, before continuing, "Though there are many things that can speak to one's mind. What is it that you desire?" Ballen-Ist questioned cryptically.

 

[Aveira Dax]

The Zeltron took a small tense breath as [member="Ballen-Ist"] stepped closer. She held an expression this entire time of someone who admired that pure blood, yet feared him or at least, what he was capable of. "Aveira, sir." She said again timidly then looks down at her hands as they laid on the lap above the dark gray cloak that was wrapped around herself. "I...hmm..perhaps it is destiny I found you. I am what I am, what I was raised to be. I wish to serve you.."

 

[Ballen-Ist]

[member="Aveira Dax"] seemed to hesitate, choosing her words wisely as she responded. There were certain philosophical ideals that the Knight held firm when it came to the force, though he wouldn't comment on anything of the sort. Her response was satisfactory, for all he had been waiting for was the verbal pledge of allegiance. "So be it," the Knight spoke, closing his eyes and nodding his head. Ballen-Ist had been keen on setting up a small team of operatives to work for him, the Zeltron would be a fine start for what he had planned in store.

He would be able to arm her with credits and supplies in due time, though only after some trials. "Know this, however. There is a difference between fearing me and respecting me. Do not be afraid to be who you are as you said, but be wary of crossing the line," the Knight explained, speaking in between a stern yet understanding tone. "Let's hear the resume. You've had previous employment, so you must have skills." Ballen-Ist spoke, waiting patiently.

 

[Aveira Dax]

Aveira's dark red lips press together hesitating. She was often worried of speaking of the subject knowing how most look down upon it. "I was a personal slave.." she said simply letting the phrase hang there to see if the Sith pure blood could understand what she was putting out there. With that, she slides back the cloak and lets it fall over her lithe form allowing more vivid pink skin exposed as she sat wearing a plunge cut revealing black top decorated by metallic studs and the high cut boy shorts while she remained in her chair.

"Does such a thing shame you?" she asked him half expecting the Sith to raise a brow and simply walk away after kicking her off the ship, it wouldn't be the first time such a treatment was casted her way. Seconds passed before she slowly stood up and walked a little closer to [member="Ballen-Ist"] stopping right before him while a soft warm hand would slowly reach out and slowly run along one of the Sith's broad shoulder if he allowed it.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The Sith's brow would indeed arch at first, noticing the concern in [member="Aveira Dax"]'s expression. Did she expect him of all people to disapprove of her activities within the criminal organization? After she spoke of once being a personal slave, Ballen-Ist would frown slightly before opening his mouth to speak, letting it hang as the Zeltron's cloak slid away to the floor. She really was breathtaking, and the young man couldn't help but be thrown off by the sudden advance, despite having expected something of the sort.

Remaining silent as she approached, the Knight would allow her hand to run itself along his shoulder, which was thinly draped by the silk tunic he wore. "Most don't realize it, but the Purebloods were once enslaved. What you are is not shameful, but holding back what you could be is." the Sith spoke, shifting closer to the woman as he too lifted an arm, letting his red skinned hand trace gently along Aveira's face.

 

[Aveira Dax]

"You where? I always heard pure bloods having slaves." she asked then tilts her head while the Zeltron's aqua blue and green eyes stared down towards [member="Ballen-Ist"] 's face. "..what I could be?" Now puzzled.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"It's a long story, one I can explain later," Ballen-Ist spoke, referring to the history of his people. There was a lot he could talk about, but now was hardly the time. Still nearly holding [member="Aveira Dax"], the Knight would ponder on her question himself, staring into her beautiful eyes as he concentrated. He could not sense distinct force sensitivity, but there was always the possibility. Otherwise, he could easily train and arm her with up-to-date technology, effectively crafting her into a femme fatale.

That is, if she wasn't already one. The Sith could not be sure, and was surprised to find himself so close and personal with the Zeltron. Probably an effect of the pheromones, though Ballen-Ist gathered he had a grasp on the situation. "Anything you want to be, really," the Sith spoke, "If you were to be trained, many doors could be opened." Ballen-Ist concluded, wanting her to make the final decision. He wasn't going to force anything, yet.

 

[Aveira Dax]

Kneels down slowly making herself a little below his eye level now.“Anything is a hard thing to ponder on…to imagine something that’s limitless. You are a pure blood Sith, a superior being than myself and it would be the only honor I can imagine at this time is to serve you..” her soft, slightly seductive voice, trails off as her hand leaves the shoulder and slowly slides down his chest feeling the Sith’s form under his dressings slightly at stops around his waist as she lowers her head respectfully.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

As [member="Aveira Dax"] lowered herself below his own height, Ballen-Ist would listen to her every word, her seductive tone leaving him silent as her hand roamed along his upper body. It was true that most Purebloods had a superiority complex, and Ballen-Ist was no exception. However, he was far more controlled than most, and had been able to somewhat quell his xenophobic tendencies.

The young man's arm would relax, lowering to his side before gently wrapping around the Zeltron's waist, pulling her closer as he spoke too spoke quietly, "All I'm saying is that you may 'serve' me in more ways than one. I won't condemn your nature, but you are no slave." the Red Sith would say, speaking into the woman's ear.

 

[Aveira Dax]

Aveira would blink as [member="Ballen-Ist"] is pulled up. She silently listened then asks "How so?"

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"Quite simple, really," Ballen-Ist answered, looking down at [member="Aveira Dax"]. He did pity the woman for having to experience slavery and exile, and didn't blame her if she wasn't used to the idea of free will. She would learn in time though, as was the way of most Sith affiliates.

"You will answer to me, this is true," the Sith confirmed, "and I will provide you with many things. Credits, transportation, weaponry, you name it." The Knight promised, knowing it was possible. Long ago, he had acquired a large amount of rare items, which he had taken his time selling off on the black market. Whatever Aveira needed to begin a new life at his side, he had.

 

[Aveira Dax]

The Zeltron processed all of this almost as if the Sith was speaking a foreign language. "I never killed anyone nor know how to fight. What makes you think I can do such things?" The tone didn't suggest she was being rude or questioning [member="Ballen-Ist"] disrespectfully. Merely, trying to figure out exactly how she could do such things.