We'll make our own Praxeum... with Blackjack... and Hookers!

[Amelia von Sorenn]

The cot creaked slightly as the woman sat up, a sheer sheet slipping from her bare form as her eyes pierced through the viewing screen that focused upon the world below. Stretching slightly, her bones creaked and cracked as she shifted, her hand rubbing along her neck before she stood and moved towards the window. Her hand came to rest upon the cool transparisteel, feeling the coldness of the void beyond. Breath condensed upon the screen as a heavy sigh slipped from her lips while the woman took in the view of the void.

"Ma'am"

The voice pierced the silence from behind her, the light from the hall flooding into the room as she remained still and silent. A soft nod was all that showed any sign that she even acknowledged the individual whom was now being given an eye full as the woman slowly turned to face the crew member. Scars marked along her figure, though the most prominent graced much of her front, stopping just below her supple breast. She made no move to cover her figure, seeming to not care that she was on display or giving the individual an eye full as she stepped forward.

"What is it?"

She spoke, her voice cold, the tone as if the dead had just permitted a word to slip over their lips. Reaching out, her hand pressed against the controls of the door, sliding it down behind the individual before she turned towards the lockers that lined the wall of the quarters. She didn't mind allowing one person to see her, yet she wasn't about to let just anyone passing by the open door a glimpse at her figure. After all there were very few who were even permitted such a lasting look at her figure and none of them were on the vessel at that time.

"We're approaching the shipyards now ma'am."

"Good. Have Fiore report to my quarters."

"Yes Ma'am."

The individual saluted before slipping out of the room and moving down the hall. The door shutting as she pulled a set of armor from the locker, throwing it so it would fall upon the cot against the wall. Gripping the bodyglove, her hand ran along it for a moment before she lay it out alongside her armor before she turned to approach the refresher.

A sigh escaped her lips as she stepped into the cylindrical form tucked away into the corner, her hand taking a firm hold of the handle and shifting it slightly as a cascade of warm water began to rain down upon her. Taking a moment to allow the water to fall over her figure, she stood quietly, her back to the door of her quarters. Running a hand through her hair slowly, her ears perked up for a moment as she heard the door to her quarters shuttering open.

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[Fiore]

She had been summoned, it was something she was used too and she wondered if Amelia was tired of getting the bloody lightsabers she would send as trophies. As she sat in a small room, she pulled out a small cube that had several colors on it. They were severely mismatched and the name of the game was to line them all up so that each color was similar on each side. Fiore never was able to solve it beyond finding only two sides of the same color. Once again she found herself with only two sides solved. Her frustration peaked, but that’s when the crew member came to fetch her. Shoving the cube in her pocket, Fiore adjusted the lightsabers that were clipped to her thighs and the simplistic leather armor. The hood laid against her back and she wandered behind the crew member who lead her to Amelia’s quarters.

Standing there, she waited and when she saw the gesture to enter, she poked her head in to see if the woman was ready to see her. There was always an air of confidence and mystery that surrounded Amelia. It drove Fiore to impress the woman. The girl wanted the woman to notice her existence and to see her value, something her former Master didn’t acknowledge and released her like toy that lost its use. Taking a deep breath, Fiore entered the office. There was so much that had happened during the time that they had not seen each other face to face.

Aside from the assassinations, Fiore had been seeing a Jedi. Something that was against all sorts of codes and loyalties. The Jedi and the Sith were the enemies, they abused their power to gain what they wanted with the world. Not caring who they hurt in the end, but Fiore knew Mira was different. Something drew her towards her and that made her want to protect the Jedi. Thoughts of Mira filled her mind as she reached back and felt the lightsaber that once belonged to her. Finally making her way into the office, Fiore approached Amelia. Standing at attention with her arms folded behind her, she stood and addressed the woman formally.

“Ma’am you wished to see me...” Fiore was curious as to what it could be and she feared the worse. The Order was small yet there were eyes everywhere. Had someone seen her with the Jedi? It pained her to possibly disappoint Amelia, but it also pained her to know that she may have brought unwanted attention to her Jedi lover.

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[Amelia von Sorenn]

Standing quiet, the noise of the water cascading over her scared figure was all that echoed through the room, following upon the voice of the young woman. Taking a soft breath, Amelia leaned her head forward, the water pouring through her hair before she leaned back. Moving her hands over her bare figure, slender fingertips danced upon the prominent scar that begun just below her breast and covered much of her stomach and hip. Memories flooded back into her mind of the little girl that had done this, and for a moment she thought of a life that could have been had her sister not been cursed with the force.

"Yes..."

Her voice trailed for a moment as she was lost in her thoughts before the water that cascaded over her form pulled her back to the here and now. Sighing once more, she ran her hand through her black locks before shutting the waterfall off, allowing the last drops of water to slip over her form and fall upon the floor below. Without so much as a word she slowly turned, her hand slipping over the control panel with in as the clear doors slowly shuttered open. The fogged section that had covered her form and prevented others from outside of the refresher from seeing her now no longer performed its function.

Amelia stood there bare, water dripping from her form as her eyes fell upon Fiore, the young woman that had been sending so many lightsabers back; though a few had found their way into Amelia's possession. Stepping forward, her silence remained as she grabbed a towel, her scars on display to the young woman for a moment before the towel was wrapped around Amelia's slender figure and held in place by her ample bust. Returning her attention to the woman before her, she stepped forward, her hand pulling another towel free from the rack as she leaned forward to permit her hair to fall forward in its own cascade.

"Scars from the Force..."

She said, offering the information freely if Fiore had decided to bring it up or had a moment of question floating in her mind. Carefully drying her hair, she slowly stood once more, the towel now wrapped around her head as she approached the small cot in the corner of the room, tucked away by the desk. Taking a seat upon the makeshift bed, she took a moment to dry her figure before pulling the towel away, leaving her exposed once more.

"You will be accompanying me to the Bacrana Shipyards."

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[Fiore]

Ever since meeting Mira and doing the things the had done with each other, there was an awakening inside of Fiore. That primitive attraction to another being. For the young Assassin, her tastes were specific and Amelia wasn't helping the situation of young hormones. Fiore held her breath for a moment as the woman left the refresher and rather casually moved her towel about her body. It was hard not to stare and stare intently. Every curve and inch of Amelia was examined by Fiore as she stood there listening to Amelia speak to her. The woman was always short and to the point, she never dabbled into too much of a story. The scar that started all of this caught Fiore's attention and that was when she realized how hard she was staring at the naked form of her Master.

That feeling in her stomach, the one that twisted and made every square inch of her body warm was usually only when Mira was around. Of course at the time, Fiore assumed it was a Jedi mind trick, but it turned out to be biology. Biology was now playing a part in justifying young Fiore's tastes. Her mind wandered further back into her memories remembering Mira's form and that didn't do anything to help her situation. Her feet shifted and she felt the tips of her ears begin to feel hot and glow red.


Hazel eyes peeled away as she stared at the floor, remaining in her stance of attention. It seemed the flushed cheeks of the young assassin did nothing for the woman as she continued to dry herself off. Fiore did her best to keep staring at the ground, giving respect and courtesy to Amelia. Comments were brief and Fiore just stood there with her breath held. In a sigh, she realized the reasoning to her being summoned. She was going to accompany Amelia. This was something she had been hoping for, it had been some time since she had joined and ever since then she had only been an assassin working alone. Hands gripped the lightsaber behind her back for dear life mostly out of uncertainty of what to do with her hands.

Her eyes fell upon the woman's figure once more and she finally began to breath again. Only to speak. "Bacrana Shipyards? What are we to do there? Is there an ordered hit on a Jedi or Sith there?" Fiore was curious though, she was labeled an assassin, not an errand girl. Still the thought of being important enough to accompany Amelia made her heart race...or was it the fact that she was naked?

Hormones were troublesome...

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[Amelia von Sorenn]

"You're not the first, nor the last."

The woman spoke as she allowed the towel to slip from her figure and threw it aside, followed by the towel that had been wrapped around her hair. The black tresses cascading down over her shoulders and back, though still leaving her exposed. Shifting for a moment, she pulled the black body glove to her, moving it carefully before slipping one leg slowly through it, followed by the other. Standing once more, she looked towards Fiore, as if permitting her a minor show as she slipped her arms through the sleeves. The bodyglove left nothing to the imagination, though from how she had just been on display, she didn't seem to care.

Bringing her arms to the side, she snapped the bodyglove into place, feeling the suit sealing itself as she stretched. The form fitting material still difficult to become accustomed to as she took a deep breath, her bust rising as she held the breath before permitting it to slip from her lips. Turning back towards the cot, she brought one leg up to the edge, her foot slipping into the padded boots one by one.

"We are to see if we can't influence some minds. Should there be a Force User, then I will leave that to your discretion."

Amelia leaned forward again, one leg resting up on the cot, the other pressed to the floor. Her movements seemed an attempt to evoke a response, though she was more or less mindless to what cause she was having on the young girl. Reaching out, slender fingers ran over the plates of armor that rest on the bed as she began to press them into place, piece by piece as her body was becoming covered. Turning towards the woman, her hand came up, her finger curling in a simple motion to bring her closer.

Now was for the part that Amelia hated the most when she was alone, though having Fiore there would make it much easier. Pulling the heavy cuirass into place, she pressed the plates together for a moment, ensuring it remained as it had been formed. She never saw the need to have her tits hammered out onto the metal, that was all that the padding on the inner side was form, the figure upon the outer shell revealing nothing of her gender.

"The straps if you will..."

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[Fiore]

They were going to influence minds, spread what they believed to others. Being summoned especially for a mission such as this seemed confusing. Fiore was nothing more than an assassin for the Templars, she used the hits information to help funnel any information about her former Master back to her. Leads from the ones that ordered the hits were her only leads to finding the man that ruined her life. Her mind ran a mile a minute and her eyes couldn’t peel away with the sensual show she was being given by her Commander. Did the woman have any idea what she was doing? Was this on purpose? It didn’t make any sense, but Fiore adjusted her collar a couple of times as she felt her face grow even redder.

How easily her emotions and hormones were being manipulated, she blamed it on the fact she hadn’t seen her Jedi Lover in some time. Mira was busy doing what she needed to do with other Force Users and Fiore was here with the Templars. Their relationship was something dangerous for both of them and Fiore wondered when it would eventually clash and blow up in their faces. Biting her lower lip, she remembered their time back on Kashyyyk and with the overwhelming sensory overload a soft sigh of pleasure escaped the Assassin’s lips. Realizing she had made that slight noise out loud her face quickly buried itself into the turtleneck collar of her jacket.

It was then she was beckoned to come over, Amelia needed help with the straps of her armor. Heading forward, Fiore reached out and delicately ran her hands against the armor till she grasped the straps that were in need of being tied. Her hands shook slightly, but she eventually regained her composure and began to fasten the straps. Once everything was done and tight, she exhaled feeling somewhat accomplished for the feat. She remained at Amelia’s side as she finally spoke, “Extermination of all Force users will be on my priority list, especially if they wish to interfere with anything you have planned planet side. Nodding her head slightly, she showed the Commander the respect she deserved and awaited any further instruction. Still, she wondered if that show was all on purpose…if it was what did it mean? [member="Amelia Sorenn"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Amelia took a moment for herself as she leaned forward once the straps of the curiass were tied into place. Her slender fingers running along the pieces of armor as she strapped them to her shins and thighs. Listening to the young woman, the soft little sigh of pleasure and noticing the red blush coming and going to her cheeks brought on a small smirk that tugged at Amelia's lips. Pulling the heavy belt over her waist, the flared fabric draped down, covering what the form fitting bodysuit might leave exposed to the eye. Standing up straight, she looked towards the mirror that was pressed into the wall, her hands pushing her hair back over her shoulders before reaching forward.

Slender digits curled around the underside of the helmet, holding the piece up for a moment as she inspected the item before slipping it under her arm. Keeping a firm grip, she turned towards Fiore, her eyes falling upon the young woman. Carefully she reached a hand out, stepping forward as she did to close the gap between them so it was merely a few inches from their lips. Her finger tip danced on the underside of Fiore's chin, her eyes upon hers before her voice cut through the silence.

"I appreciate your skills and your loyalty. I've enough Fanatics and Zealots in the ranks. I require those that can think for themselves and act as they need to in the moment as it calls for it; for even I serve someone who requires thought, not blind obedience."

Slipping around Fiore, Amelia pulled the helm from beneath her arm, slipping the metal over her head until it sat snug. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the belt clattering for a moment as the lightsabers that rest upon it clicked back and forth with her movement. Her hands moved over the hilt of one, admiring its craftsmanship before she looked over her shoulder. A soft smirk growing across her lips before she spoke once more.

"Perhaps one day I shall have you train me in how to use one of these weapons. Though I suppose lacking in the Force or the history with it would make it a near impossibility."

Amelia permitted the thought to linger, allowing the young woman the image of the two together alone in some sparing room. There were few moments in between were one could enjoy their thoughts or permit new ones to grow or develop. For Amelia such thoughts were few and far between, and the small hint shown that she had an inkling of what she was doing to the poor girl. Turning her head back forward, she stepped from her quarters, moving down the hall towards the bridge, her hand motioning even though she knew she would not need to give the command for Fiore to follow.

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[Fiore]

The tension in the air was thick and Fiore was grateful for the sudden decision to move towards the bridge where there would be more people and not them in the middle of a room alone. Fiore quickly followed and pondered the odd statement about learning to use lightsabers. The weapon was primitive, but it had its uses – also it was the main weapon Fiore had learned to use in combat. Following a step behind Amelia, the young assassin scratched the side of her face as she thought. There were enough lightsabers that she had sent back to the woman as trophies so there was a wide variety of styles the woman could try out if they ever did. Her hand rested on the blade that attached to her left leg, it was comforting to touch the hilt of the blade she received from her lover.

“To create a lightsaber requires the Force, Commander. Beyond that, the forms are fairly simple to accomplish – minus a few, but understanding their move set and how they work is still ideal learning. I was trained in a few of the advanced forms, some I can still do because of just general training and muscle memory…” Fiore found herself rambling as she followed Amelia to the bridge. Why was she rambling? She was usually the strong silent time that nodded, said what she needed to say when she was addressed and then returned to silence. Her thumb circled the end of her lightsaber as she continued down the hallway. Looking towards Amelia she bit her lip and spoke again.

“Are you curious on learning how to use a lightsaber? We…It would be valuable to train with you in combat skills Commander. I would be honored…” If she could groan she would, she sounded completely moronic and like a private talking to the boss attempting to get some sort of in. That wasn’t the case at all, she was truly curious to training – it had been years since she had a partner to train with even so someone who was more experienced than her to train with. The hand that was resting on the lightsaber reached up and rubbed the back of her neck, what was going on? Fiore felt completely off her game at this moment and she was quick to blame her initial encounter with the Commander. [member="Amelia Sorenn"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Doors would hiss open, and other members of the crew and the Order would find themselves tripping over their own feet in a bid to clear the corridor when they saw the two women making steady progress down the white washed halls. A soft smirk crossed the woman's lips as her arms slipped behind her back, the steady noise of the hilts of the lightsabers clacking against her armor filled the air with each step. Even as she pushed forward, she took a moment to peer over her shoulder, her eye falling upon the young woman that followed, watching her run her finger with a need over one hilt in particular.

Pulling her attention back forward, she kept moving towards the bridge. She knew plenty of what went on in the Galaxy, at least to the extent of those that were with the Order. There was plenty to be said, and unlike many of those Knights, she herself never permitted her own feelings to influence her actions. She could not permit herself to have such feelings, for she had already lost too many that she called friend, even a few she had called lover. There were those within the Order though that continued to test her, breaking walls that she placed up and it was maddening. As much as she didn't want to, she found herself flirting in her own odd way with Fiore, and that bothered her as there had been too many times that some kind of feeling began to well up where a dark hole should remain.

Permitting a heavy sigh to slip from her lips, she stepped into the turbolift, her mind flashing to another for a mere second before she pulled her mind back to the conversation at hand. Truth be told she hadn't really heard the rambling, her mind having spaced in that moment, thinking of what Fiore got up to on her missions or rather between. Shaking her head, and the thoughts from her mind, she looked to the young woman, listening to the last few bits of words and piecing together what she had missed.

"Understanding the weapon of the enemy that I face would serve me greatly. There are few weapons that can match a lightsaber, and we've no access to those ores and metals that would aid in such an endeavor."

Her eyes fell upon the door of the turbolift as it hissed open, the bridge before them filled with activity, all of which seemed to stop the moment the two women appeared. Her little smirk returned to her lips as Amelia stepped forward, looking back to Fiore before she moved towards the large viewscreen before her, and there it was.

"Ma'am, eta 10 mins."

"Good. Prepare a platoon as an additional escort."

"Yes Ma'am."

Amelia's hands clasped behind her back as she looked upon the shipyards that slowly orbited around the world of Bacrana. Their destination lay before them, and soon enough the two would take a little trip to change the minds and win the hearts of a great many that operated the facility.

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[Fiore]

Fiore listened intently, she remembered her studies and nodded agreeing with the concept of a few weapons being able to match a lightsaber. In her mind, the lightsaber was the ultimate weapon. The perfect balance of the Force and physical weaponry. Sighing softly, she remembered the tie she had with her lightsabers, the Force that was imbued with the crystal tying her to the weapon. That tie was gone and she would never feel that connection with the weapon again. Remembering Mira’s words about being able to touch the Force again, brought a small smile in the corner of her lips. If she could one day have that part of her back, she could feel her tie with her weapons again and feel the world around as whole.

Despite that little inkling of hope, Fiore knew she would never be able to touch the Force again. It was a dream that she would forever have. Her hand continued to remain resting on the hilt of the saber Mira had given her and she wondered if the girl was the real deal. She wondered if she could help her obtain the Force and at what costs. Her nose wrinkled as she pondered the ideals of Mira Rekali and realized that she had zoned out from her Commander.

Tilting her head, she remained a step behind Amelia. A sign of respect and a sign of her former place at her Master’s side. She wondered if she should call Amelia Master, in a sense the woman was in the place of Trask. She licked her lips as she slowly opened her mouth to attempt and see how the woman would respond to the title. “Master, isn’t there a way to obtain them? If we had some of the materials, we could arm everyone better to fend off the Jedi and the Sith.” Fiore did her best not to hang too heavily on the title. It felt so natural to call someone by it. A part of her felt disgusted for wanting to call someone that. [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]

Closing her eyes, she remembered her upbringing and knew there was nothing she could do to avoid it. She was raised in the Jedi Temples, she was brought up to show the respect to the Masters and Knights. There was no way around her habits and she was curious to see how Amelia would respond. She held her breath slightly, waiting for the woman’s response to both her question and her new title.

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

"Master..."

The word slipped along the air, calming the cacophony of activity as the bridge seemed to halt in time. Everyone froze to see how their commander would react, with few seeming to step back or attempting to avoid what would come next. Those that were about to step onto the bridge stopped, the blastdoors remaining open for those that paused before entering. It was the first time anyone had called her anything beyond Commander, and even she was taken at a loss for how to respond, yet she showed no hesitation or other wise shown any difference or offense to the title.

Taking a soft breath, she drew in the air, her chest raising and pushing out as she took in the breath. Her eyes closing for a moment, the breath slowly leaving her lungs as her hands clasped behind her back pulled the fingers of the other into a tighter hold. Slowly she opened her eyes, looking upon the shipyards before the corvette, a soft smirk growing across her lips enough to reveal the pointed canines as she ran a tongue over the tip of one.

"There are ways apprentice."

Apprentice...

That word felt so foreign and unnatural coming from her lips, yet she knew that this woman had history. For Fiore it meant something to be acknowledged by Amelia, it meant something for accepting the title that she had just bestowed upon her and she couldn't just as easily shrug it off or throw that need away; if she had then how better was she than the Jedi that had caste Fiore away the moment she was of no use to them. Closing her eyes, she collected her thoughts once more before permitting her breath to slip across her lips as she kept her focus forward, her words breaking the silence once more.

"There are ways apprentice, yet they need strength that we've yet to build. There are worlds held by Sith, Jedi, or those that would otherwise align with Force Users that would seek to prevent us from collecting such valuable materials that would permit us to challenge them."

Her mind was abuzz, a confusion as to how quickly she was speaking to the younger woman as a Master would to an Apprentice. Even for her it threw her off, having not felt such a connection or even such a relationship in ages, not since a darker time in her life when she had called another Master. Looking over her shoulder, she allowed a part of her smirk to show before she turned slowly, pivoting upon her foot and looking to those that were still paused on the bridge, taken aback and amazed by how she responded.

"Continue your work."

"Y...yes ma'am."

An officer managed to stutter out before Amelia stepped forward towards the turbolift, stopping for a moment before looking to Fiore. Those hues of hers falling upon the hues of the young woman, a soft smirk crossing her lips once again.

"It is time."

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