What I Recall (Joshua DragonsFlame)

[Nimue Stormson]

Only a little time had passed since Empress Nimue had returned to her home on Effekt after traversing the galaxy. Given her experiences she had there were plenty a story to be told about what she learned, what she encountered, but most of all her general view of the galaxy as a whole. In all of her tales she’d expressed how the galaxy was dangerous, but the threats were no different from what her people dealt with on Effekt already. Some had taken better to this news than others. It was all still a matter of time and patience, for both the people and for the Empress.​

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But today something else was bothering her. During her time out among the stars she’d been to a planet called Zeltros. There she’d gotten carried away with the way the people of the planet celebrated and wound up in a drunken state. Most of the night was lost to her, due to how intoxicated she’d been, and she’d made it clear to any and all who knew what happened not to tell anyone; she was only lucky that no one, aside from a few she knew to trust, had recognized her that night.​

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However she had recalled the Jedi master [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] and how he was involved at some point or another during that little event. Since she’d not seem or heard from him when she recovered she wondered if he knew more about what did happen. With that she’d sent out a message to see him as soon as possible.​

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The message made it clear to come to her and act as though it was a means of business or the like. A ruse to keep the servants and any other interested parties oblivious to the real reason. For now she waited in her room, looking out the window while wearing her usual attire with the exception of her golden horned crown and her scepter of authority.​

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She was anxious to know what he did, and if anything had happened between them during that night.​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The Jedi Master's trip to Zeltros for a mysterious party had been... An eventful one. One that he couldn't recall too much of past when the alcohol and pheromones had taken it's effect and taken it's pound of flesh, besides bits and pieces. But there were parts that stuck out to him. Such as the ones that, oddly enough, involved Empress [member="Nimue Stormson"] Of Effekt. Wait, was that a pun on "Effect" or something? Or "Effin rek'd?". Well, that was onix-pected. Regardless, unlike Nimue, he recognized what had happened between them, even if it was a bit... Crazy. While he could remember the circumstances around what had happened, what they had DONE at the end before their parting was still very vague and blurry to him, a consequence of the alcohol and pheromones taking effect.

He had found a message from the Empress on his datapad not long after, requesting an audience. While he had not planned to return to that planet so soon... Well, he supposed she likely wanted to speak about what happened. Or swear him to secrecy, he didn't know. Alas, the Final Dragon would find itself on Effekt, and the Jedi Master would walk with purpose until he had managed to, after talking to whoever he needed to see, be granted an audience with the Empress.

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Upon his arrival [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] was escorted by a handmaiden and two awaiting guard from the landing port to the palace via speeder. A usual custom for any guests invited by the Empress. The trip was quick but it took him on a small tour through the surrounding city of the palace itself. A nice little scenic route of sorts.​

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Upon arrival into the palace itself the Jedi Master was taken right up to the Empress room where the handmaiden knocked before entering. The door opened, the Empress turning to see that it was DragonsFlame, before telling the others to leave and shut the door behind them. Now it was the two of them alone, and Empress Nimue seemed a little too happy to see him.​

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“You look as handsome as ever.” She said, standing and leaning against her chair. “I can’t really tell what happened, but last time we met I think things became a little….personal.”​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Joshua couldn't help but admire the scenery when it came to pass, Effekt was... A unique planet, for sure. It's environments, it's people... Seeing something new like this piqued the Jedi Master's curiosity. I mean, you know the old saying. A Jedi never stops learning. And Josh loved learning all about this, just from the sights...

It wasn't long before he would find himself in a different situation though. From one sight to another. The Jedi Master would be led to the Empress's room. Looks like she wanted a private audience.

As the door was shut behind them, he would examine her features, trying to gauge her emotions. She seemed a... Bit too happy to see him. But he would listen, smirking a bit to her compliment. "And you still appear as beautiful as Naboo's moons" He would tease right back, before she would get to the point.

"They uh... Did" He would admit, when it came to her statement, getting right to business. The Jedi Master would scratch his head, taking a breath. He knew this talk was coming eventually. But to treat it with seriousness... Or with humor?

Why not both?

"I do recall a lot of payback for the rear smacking" He would joke cheekily with a small smile, but then he would change his tone. "Yes.. I do recall an encounter, stemming from your... Behaviorisms at Zeltros, and my underestimation of the pheromones and drinks in Zeltros. It was both our faults, of course. But... What do you remember about that night?" He would inquire.

[member="Nimue Stormson"]

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Mention of her smacking him in the rear before he retuned the favor had sparked recognition in Nimue’s mind. She nodded, thinking back to how she was sure that had happened thanks to [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] , but not much else afterward.​

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When he asked she shrugged and say “I honestly don’t recall much else. I remember being on the dance floor and threatening someone, not sure who. After that a complete mystery. But I do know I recall you being there among a few other familiar faces. And if what I think happen did happen there’s not much chance it was anyone else but you.” She smiled a little more devious smile before adding “And I recall being very satisfied afterwards as well.”​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Things were starting to come back to him now. While he had hoped to push it out of his mind. Alas, it was right here, right now, and there wasn't anything that the Jedi Master could do to escape his fate. He would listen to her words, trying to piece the puzzle together, with hopes to recall all that had happened. He seemed to remember more than she did, it appeared...

"Well, I'll be blunt, if I may, your Grace..." He began, taking a seat and taking a breath. "Apparently.. You had a bit too much to drink. You sauntered around the dance floor like a lustful demon possessed, flirting and dancing with everyone you knew and didn't know. Of course, you ended up recognizing me, and asking for a dance. Being polite, I accepted, though wasn't expecting the... Wild nature of it" He would tease with a small smile. "You decided to get grabby, annnnd I may or may not have had a moment of instinct and uh..." He began, scratching his head. "May or may not have responded by smacking the royal booty in a fashion where I wouldn't be surprised if there's still a royal mark there" He would partly joke, though he really did do that. Tension wasn't necessary, so if little teases, as she was doing as well, and jokes were the best way to try and keep things lighthearted, so be it.

"I recall our dance ending when you found someone else of interest. I remember going for a drink, and underestimating it's strength. The rest is a little more difficult to remember. Likely due to the drinks" He would say, seeming to try and recall the rest. And there it was... "Ah, right, eventually, you grabbed me from behind and dragged me... Somewhere. Where was it..." He would trail off... Trying to remember exactly. "Ah, right! The bathroom. I recall there being some sort of threat, though it it was verbal or implied physically, I'm not sure. The rest I remember is you dragging us into a stall, and...."

He sighed. "And... From there, it's a blur. I do recall seeing, quite literally... A lot of the... Royal booty though" He would crack. "And I remember leaving satisfied, albeit a little confused" He would add. "I apologize I don't remember much more. Zeltros is notorious for it's party theme and it's drinks, as well as the pheromones in the air. I haven't been on the field in quite some time, and my guard was down. Perhaps if it hadn't been, I would remember more"

[member="Nimue Stormson"]

 

[Nimue Stormson]

As [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] went to great lengths to tell what he did and didn’t remember Nimue merely stood where she was and heard every word of it. She was of course intent to know was much as he did, which seemed a great deal more than she did, but given the mention of having too many drinks would account for it.​

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When he talked about her dancing and flirting with everyone she nodding, not denying even without alcohol she’d have been like that. Then came mention of her “royal booty” and how had smacked it a few times because of her. Again, understandable. More talk of flirting and the like before winding up in a woman’s stall. And from there he’d gone into a blur as she did. All-in-all the Empress managed to piece together what had happened. She smiled and laughed in her throat as she approached him.​

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“Then there’s nothing to worry about.” She said, still walking to him. “What can we say? The drink went to our heads and one thing lead to another. An event that happens at early any of these sorts of events.” When she reached him she grabbed his collar and hissed lustfully before saying “And given how demanding I sounded, I couldn’t blame you.” She gave him a hungry look as her right had reached up and stroked his hair. “Only one thing though…”​

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Suddenly she grabbed his hair hard, pulling it back to it would hurt. After that she pushed him hard against the door and pinned him to it, her knee going in-between his to lock his legs in place. Her once inviting eyes had gone more violent and her tone more threatening.​

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“You speak of this to anyone, no amount of sabers and force will stop me from finding you and putting you through so much horror you’ll swear you were in the belly of the Under Gods!”​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The Empress [member="Nimue Stormson"] seemed quite... Alright, with what had happened. The more it seemed so, the more comfortable he had gotten in talking about it. At times, he felt he'd said a bit too much, and would try to tone it, though it didn't always work. At the end of the story, they seemed to be in agreement. "Aye, we had a bit too much, and things got a little bit out of hand. No problem" He would respond with a chuckle, though her grabbing his collar merited a raise of the eyebrow. As did that look in her eyes... One he knew all too well at this point.

Of course, before he knew it, his hair had been grabbed and he would be pinned against the door, and her legs would lock with his own. He would listen to her threats, at first, calm... But then in response, the Jedi Master would lean in, pressing his nose to her own, letting her violent eyes be met with his own, fierce eyes...

"The threat... Was unnecessary" He would remark, in a firm, commanding tone... Very unlike the softer way he had spoken before. This wasn't the overly polite and cordial Jedi Master... This was the former Weaponmaster Of The Jedi Order, one of the greatest lightsaber users of his time while in the Order... And he was staring her dead in the eyes in a fashion that told that it was a drunken DragonsFlame that had surrendered to her threats, while a sober Master DragonsFlame, with his thoughts clear and his mind focused... Would not. "I have no intention of exposing our little outing to others. While it was fun and all, at least, as much as I remember, I don't think I plan to discuss it with a friend over tea, unless that friend happens to be you... Your Grace" He would add, not taking his eyes off hers. He showed absolutely no fear, no intimidation... And he obviously wasn't going to back down.

A part of him was tempted to tease her, poke his tongue at her lips, rile her up. But the sensible side of him told him that it would be unwise.

 

[Nimue Stormson]

“Good.” was the first thing she said after he’d agreed not to tell a soul. “If any of the wrong parties hear about this and find any evidence they could use it against me. The empress of a planet turned into a drunken floozy with a one-off stand in a bathroom stall with a Jedi. This cannot get out, and I’d hope you best keep to your word. My entire life could crumble from this if anything learned I couldn’t hold my drink at a simple party… Not to mention I’m sure your Jedi friends wouldn’t be too happy.”​

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The whole time he talked and she talked Nimue kept her eyes on him as well. They were practically burning into each other. After that she let go of his hair but still held his collar. She glanced down to see how close their lips were before teasing him by bringing hers a little closer and breathing on him. It seemed as though the Empress was something of an unbalanced scale of emotions around [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] at this point.​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Oh, she was just teasing him now. He'd noted her moving her lips closer, as well as her breathing on him. She really wanted to play like that, didn't she? He would smirk faintly in response. Do be careful what you wish for, Empress... You just might get it. He would listen to her words, and chuckled a bit.

"I understand, your highness. I have no reason to tell a soul, nor would I wish to damage your reputation by bringing up your liquor holding issues" He would respond. Of course, he wasn't going to just let her get away with a tease, and he would end up following through with his mental idea, his tongue poking her lip just a bit before retracting back into his mouth.

"My Jedi friends?" He would inquire then, and a quiet laugh escaped his lips. "They turned their backs on me when I left the Order, I don't think they would care. Gherron is my student, he's the exception to the rule" He would add.

[member="Nimue Stormson"]

 

[Nimue Stormson]

“Then I guess my threat was a bit unreasonable.” She said, still keeping her lips close to his. “Perhaps I need to make it up.”​

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She pulled [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] in and kissed him full on the mouth. Her hands went all over his face and head while her right leg lifted up and wrapped around his thigh. One hand had gripped his hair again while her tongue continued to force it’s was around his inner-cheeks. She was almost crazed to have him again that she was like a wild animal underneath.​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He would smirk faintly to her response. "Maybe you do" He would tease.

Apparently, that was all the Empress needed to hear. He'd done it now, he knew with that tease as [member="Nimue Stormson"] would kiss him full on the mouth. All those thoughts of the night before had come back to him, and he would return the kiss in kind, wrapping an arm around her waist and playfully pinching her rear, a little throwback to what had likely set off the events at the party. He would allow her tongue to wrestle itself inside his mouth, knowing that there would be no stopping her if he tried, as familiar sensations engulfed him. His other hand only served to pull her even closer.

 

[Nimue Stormson]

His little movements had gotten to her. His pinch had made her stop and look before smirking and kissing him again. Pulling him back she lead [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] back towards the bed as she still continued to keep her mouth pressed against his. She stopped just at the foot and continued to kiss as her hands tried to force his everything off his chest. Her nails were almost like claws as they pawed at his chest now and then, helping to remove one article of clothing after another. As she did the wounds of the two were practically muted outside the room as servants and guards passed by here-and-there. Apparently the Empress had been careful about any little “excursions” that occurred inside to keep them as private as possible.​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Just like that, all caution had been thrown to the wind. At least, besides the caution involved in [member="Nimue Stormson"]'s mute door plan to keep her servants and guards and such out of the know of the willy nilly. As a tease, he'd pull a repeat of the party night's events with a hard smack hitting her rear, a little memento. The kisses had become quick, fast, passionate, a flurry of exchanges with fire that DragonsFlame had never experienced or done in his life. This was what it was like to experience freedom, it seemed.

As she tried to remove one layer after another, the Jedi Master wasn't planning on letting it go unanswered. Bit by bit, she was also relieved of layer after layer. He didn't even know if he was thinking anymore. Hell, he probably wasn't.

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Through all the commotion of kissing and spanking and removing of clothing Nimue had turned again, her back to the bed. She was down to her dress still hanging by her waist while her chest was only covered by a bar. She’d managed to get to the bare chest of [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] before she started kissing him around his neck while his hands wandered around her more.​

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Suddenly, as her head rested on his shoulder, Nimue’s glance looked up to the fireplace. Above it stood a picture of her late husband, Emperor Victor Stormson. His handsome blonde face looking out as if towards her. His once calming eyes now looking so judgmental towards her. Never before had she felt it looking at her like that, her husband having some pull in the afterlife on her now.​

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She let go of Joshua, almost afraid, before pushing him away from her and saying “Get out…” She tried fixing herself while insisting “Go! Now! I want you off my planet this minute!”​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Their encounter had turned heated, hot and heavy, though apparently, it had just begun. Not even started yet, truly. Through all the kissing, spankings and all that rot, he felt emotions he hadn't felt in a very long time. Was this a good thing? Or a bad thing? His mind wasn't fully comprehending it right now. Only enjoying what was there while it was there, appreciating a good thing before it was gone.

And just like that, it was gone. [member="Nimue Stormson"] would suddenly shove him away from her, and order him out... Not just out, but off her planet. At first, he stared at her, obviously hurt, offended... Confused, betrayed... What had he done to merit the sudden hostility? He could sense an anxiety from her, a fear... Pain... His eyes would gaze around the room, trying to find some semblance of what could have triggered this sudden change, before his eyes rested on something. A portrait, above the fireplace. He would stop right then and there, stare at it for a moment, despite the Empress's insistence on him leaving instantly. The blonde would close his eyes... His head facing below him, before he would open them again and look Nimue dead in the eyes, a sympathetic smile on his face, his eyes.. A look of understanding. He would nod, then, allowing himself to catch his breath as he would fish around for the removed portions of his robes.

As he found the upper half of his robes that had been removed by the Empress, the blonde would admittedly have a little bit of difficulty slipping the robes over his incredibly broad shoulders. DragonsFlame was a warrior, no doubt, but the physique of his was unnatural for even a Jedi, especially in the shoulder area that looked like it had lifted a rancor in a past life. Finally, he would manage to slip the robes back on, not really planning to walk out of her room half-naked. That would be a worse disservice to the Empress then just plain telling everyone he had once slept with her in a Zeltros bathroom stall. As the robes would cover the finely toned torso of DragonsFlame, he would crack his neck, making sure everything was in order before rolling off the bed and eying the door, before looking behind him at Nimue.

".... Y'know, a long time ago, I lost someone that I loved very much" He would whisper, just enough for her to hear. "With her, went my dreams of a family. The Sith do not care if their victim has a condition or not. And they took away something, two things... That I will never get back" He would add softly as he would turn toward the door and begin to make his way out of the room.

His message?

He understood.

 

[Nimue Stormson]

As he got up from the bed Nimue sat down, turning herself away from him. She didn’t want him to see her as she squinted her eyes to tried and hold back angry tears that were trying to drip out of her. She could hear him put his clothes back on but it felt like forever. She was about to insist he leave again before hearing his story. From the sound of it, both in words and tone, he had in-fact lost someone like her. The Sith claimed his while someone far worse had taken hers away. The truth of it was she could sense an actual understanding of sympathy from the Jedi.​

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“Just leave…” she said, obviously not wanting to confront this. “This was a mistake. Just…a childish mistake….”​

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[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

His walk to the door was stopped as she spoke. He could feel the pain, the agony, the guilt and the hurt in her words... In her aura, her emotions. The Jedi Master would stare at the ground... He was facing a dilemma. Her words had been clear. She wanted him to leave. And he honestly didn't want to overstay his welcome. But at the same time, that compassionate side of him, the side that had made him the Jedi he was, the Jedi Grandmaster that had been too compassionate, too peaceful, to fit the standards of what this new, aggressive Jedi Order wanted... Wanted so badly to help her. Their encounter was not on his mind right now, he no longer saw the woman he had just been bedding, instead he could only see someone in pain.

To leave as she wished.. Or take a risk... It was a judgement call he didn't know if he could make. He was conflicted, torn between politeness and respect towards her position, her wishes... And a desire to try and ease her suffering in any way that he could. His hand rested on the doorknob, but it was shaking.. Both hands shook, trembled, as conflicted and indecisive as the man behind them.

Their decision to try and bed as they did had been a mistake, yes... But now, he started to see a method behind the madness... A reasoning, for them both. He wanted to help, but he didn't want to take a risk. What did he do?

He would turn the knob, with intent on leaving her be... But he couldn't pull the trigger. He'd stop, mid-turn. And then he'd speak. His tone had changed again, to one of obvious worry, of concern... She had use of the Force just as he did, she could likely sense the emotions in his mind, not just in his voice.

".... Do you.... Do you want to talk about it?"

It was a reckless, most likely fruitless toss into the wind. He knew it wouldn't work... But he had to try, at least once. If he didn't... He would forever regret not knowing if he could have tried to ease her suffering, if he'd just acted... JUST... ACTED... He would breathe then, a risk was a risk... But the rewards could be sweet. Easing the pain of another being was something he lived for. And right now... She needed it.

[member="Nimue Stormson"]

 

[Nimue Stormson]

She could feel as though he was about to leave. It didn’t matter. It didn’t help the pain she was feeling. She just wanted to try and forget about it. She couldn’t help but reflect on everything she’d done after her husband was gone. How stupid she’d felt now after all her other “excursions” with others. [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] was no exception. Just another flirt that went too far before she had the sense to stop herself. She was starting to shake and sniffle her nose at this point.​

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When he asked she still didn’t look at him, shaking her head and giving a broken “I…I don’t know… I just want to be alone…”​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

His shoulders visibly loosened and fell, as the Jedi Master would take a deep breath. He had done all he could then. He would turn, his large hand still on the doorknob as he would look over at [member="Nimue Stormson"], and nod slowly, visibly trying to relax.

"... I understand. If you feel you need someone to talk to, I'm here. Despite the... Abruptness of what happened here today, you can still call me a friend, and someone who will be there for you should you need me" He would promise calmly. And with that, the young Jedi Master would flip his hood back over his head, covering his head and face as he would open the door.

"Good day, Empress Stormson" He would bid farewell as he would walk out of the room. While disappointed that he couldn't help Miss Stormson... He hoped that perhaps she would call again another time. Not as a booty call, as fun as that was... But to talk.

A Jedi Master with hardly a friend left in this galaxy could use the company just as much as she could.