[Day 1 - EN] Vode An

[Moyr Ahaya]

"It will be taken care of." The Lethan Sith replied coolly.

[Eight]

Yep, gonna have to murder some people. Eight thought to himself with a small internal sigh. But he didn't move.

[Dapper Dog]

“Good,” she says.

“Bring her to me tomorrow; we shall see just how much potential this creature has. You know how I detest our misunderstandings, so do not fail me. In whatever passes for night in this vile place bring her to me, we shall see her true heart.”

“Slave, I shall see you again.”

She glares at the Mandalorians and then departs into the crowd.

[Aphr Ahaya]

Aphr didn't like being spoken about this way. It annoyed her intently.

"And what is your name, or do you not have one?" She spoke out at the weird woman as she walked away

[Dapper Dog]

Aphr didn't like being spoken about this way. It annoyed her intently.

"And what is your name, or do you not have one?" She spoke out at the weird woman as she walked away

Oh that got her to pause and turn and smile with an unhinged glee, “Did the slave speak directly to me, apprentice?”

“Did I give her permission to speak to me?” she says to Moyr. “I do believe she needs to be disciplined.”

[Moyr Ahaya]

"And she will be." The Lethan said. "I don't discourage defiance, but I will teach her that it does come with a price."

[Dapper Dog]

"So administer it, now," Zhorrid says with an unhinged glare.

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr said nothing, just pushed the dark energy into Aphr's mind.

EN1. Influence: Basic Power for Strain on Aphr. Mask +1 Dark Pip.: 1eF 1 Dark Side


[2 Strain?]

[Niall Organa]

“Weapons, ships… I have people but we need more solid resources or even better supply lines. Mando’a are good at self sustainment, we have to be but even we can’t fight a war on nothing. Not that I am planning to go to war any time soon,” he says putting down his drink.

“A soldier without a full stomach and a full magazine isn’t going to do me any good.”

"Indeed not." Niall said.

"Mister Fett, in my official capacity, let me say that I think we could work something out. I'll be certain to pass your words along to my superiors." He raised his glass. "In my unofficial capacity, let me say that I hope someday we can be allies. And that you throw a magnificent party."

[Corso Fett]

Corso smiles to that and says, “For an aruetii you are alright, Captain. May we both find victory and glory in our battles.”

He tips back the glass and puts it down.

[Niall Organa]

Well, his job here was done. He didn't need quite so many wits about him. With a mental shrug, Niall mirrored the gesture, tipping back his own glass. "I shan't keep you any longer, then. I'm sure you're a busy man." Niall rose to his feet, mostly steadily. "Glory and victory." He said by way of goodbye.

[Aphr Ahaya]

Moyr said nothing, just pushed the dark energy into Aphr's mind.

EN1. Influence: Basic Power for Strain on Aphr. Mask +1 Dark Pip.: 1eF 1 Dark Side


[2 Strain?]

Aphr winced, not expecting anything like that. It was an unpleasant feeling

[Eight]

Eight remained quiet and watchful. His Huttship is gonna be pissed.

Still, he was learning more about the Sith, which was good.

[Corso Fett]

Well, his job here was done. He didn't need quite so many wits about him. With a mental shrug, Niall mirrored the gesture, tipping back his own glass. "I shan't keep you any longer, then. I'm sure you're a busy man." Niall rose to his feet, mostly steadily. "Glory and victory." He said by way of goodbye.

Corso nods and turns to talk to a fellow Mandalorian.

[Dapper Dog]

“Enjoy that pain slave, nurse that hatred. Feel it build deep inside you, every slight you have endured will make you strong. That is the dark side, and that is your path to freedom. Just think of how much enjoyment you will have to inflict that on others… to feel their blood on your fingertips, see their last breath; there is no greater purpose for a Sith than to administer death and suffering,” Zhorrid says.

“Apprentice, how did it feel to inflict such pain on this slave?”

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Educating." Moyr replied flatly, not admitting even before herself that the pain she had dealt to Aphr she felt being dealt to her. "I'll handle it from here, my lord."

[Dapper Dog]

She turns and starts walking and says over her shoulder, “Make sure the slave learns the beauty of pain.”

[Aphr Ahaya]

This time Aphr doesn't say anything. As much as she wanted to see the gathered crowd rip the smug bitch to shreds, it wasn't worth poking at it again.

Still too much of a coward to tell me her name she noted.

[Moyr Ahaya]

The Wraith waited until she was gone, then turned to Aphr to speak quietly.

"You can choose to defy her. If you do, I will accept the punishment for it. But regardless of what it means for me, it will not be the end of it for you. In essence you will choose if you want to face what she is with me, or with someone else."

She paused.

"Peace is a lie, Aphr. Peace of your mind is a lie. You won't ever find it. Not in the life you've had, not in the life you might have. But you can govern your disquiet, understand it, let it fuel your accomplishment. If you decide to rely on me in this, I will show you how. And the essence of it it not to deal pain. She is twisted and perverted, she confuses many things for her own indulgence."

[Niall Organa]

Corso nods and turns to talk to a fellow Mandalorian.

Niall returned to the bar, not far from Varra. Better to watch her back, while she watched his.

(PM if approached)

[Arsele Girard]

Corso nods and turns to talk to a fellow Mandalorian.

Niall returned to the bar, not far from Varra. Better to watch her back, while she watched his.

As Niall walked downstairs he passed by a woman in a slinky black dress; Even if he didn't notice her she noticed him.

Hm... Nini seems to be a busy boy...

Walking up to the Mandolorians, she introduced herself as Arsele Girard, here on reference from Kyr'ad Kelborn.

[Dapper Dog]

As Niall walked downstairs he passed by a woman in a slinky black dress; Even if he didn't notice her she noticed him.

Hm... Nini seems to be a busy boy...

Walking up to the Mandolorians, she introduced herself as Arsele Girard, here on reference from Kyr'ad Kelborn.

“What do you want aruetii?” the woman says resting her hand on her blaster.

“Not just anyone speaks to Corso.”

[Eight]

Hmph, seems rumors were true. Sith don't have respect for other people's stuff. Eight commented, moving his attention from the supposed Sith Master to the Apprentice. Still, think I'd prefer if Xero doesn't try to make a fight out of this.

[Aphr Ahaya]

The Wraith waited until she was gone, then turned to Aphr to speak quietly.

"You can choose to defy her. If you do, I will accept the punishment for it. But regardless of what it means for me, it will not be the end of it for you. In essence you will choose if you want to face what she is with me, or with someone else."

She paused.

"Peace is a lie, Aphr. Peace of your mind is a lie. You won't ever find it. Not in the life you've had, not in the life you might have. But you can govern your disquiet, understand it, let it fuel your accomplishment. If you decide to rely on me in this, I will show you how. And the essence of it it not to deal pain. She is twisted and perverted, she confuses many things for her own indulgence."

Aphr didn't turn back until the woman was long gone. It was only as the other Twi'lek started speaking that she turned back to her, and she held the gaze. Listening to the woman's words silently. There was a lot to try and take in at once. Eventually, she took a breath, and spoke, barely over a whisper.

"And yet, you serve her."

She looked to the group gathered around them, before turning back to the Twi'lek. Keeping a calm expression, even as inside she was conflicted - fear and anger mixed together.

"I don't believe we will have a private conversation here anymore."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"It's what she believes." The Lethan Sith commented with a touch of mockery. "But you're right, no privacy here. Get back to your own, we'll talk again later." She waved to the Mandalorians that all was ok now, then started walking in their direction.