[Day 1 - EN] Vode An

[Nudimsu]

He grunts and sits down next to him in the stool as he mentions this new information. There is hardly a change in face as he looks at the bartender.

"I am a firm believer in people choosing to make their own mistakes, Craw. If whoever wishes to kill you pursues this action, it will be just another one."

[Craw Toboga]

Craw sighs and shakes his head. "You know in any other instance you'd be right Nudie... But this ain't just anyone who's trying to kill me... It's my fiancee." Craw says in a flat tone, the guilt even more evident on his face.

[Nudimsu]

The reaction he was supposed to give was supposed to be something of a sympathetic look, and for what he could muster, he gave him one. It was a rough decision for someone faced with such a decision. He was not so cold in his emotions that he could not grasp this.

"It is not a easy choice to make, but if you are not speaking figuratively, and she will come here to kill you, then I am sorry to say you have little other response in your actions: kill her before she kills you. Any history aside, it is you who must live, not her."

[Aphr Ahaya]

Outside, in the red lights, the woman calling herself the Red Wraith looked even more ominous. She walked in silence to an empty, shaded spot, then turned to face the other Twi'lek again.

"What drives you? What is your purpose of living, Aphr Ahaya?"

That was a big question, and Aphr had a small thoughtful frown. What does this have to do with the dream? She hasn't even told me who she is...

After a few moments, she looked up at the slightly taller Twi'lek.

"That isn't a simple question to answer, and a big question to ask when information has not been equally shared between us. You know who I am after all."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"You don't know who I am because unlike me you don't know how to learn the answer." The Sith scoffed. "No-one will give you anything if you don't know how to get it. And you're wrong. It's a simple question. Either you have something that pushes your forward or you muddle about. Do you have that something?"

[Aphr Ahaya]

There was a frown at that. "If you need to ask me, then you don't know all the answers either" she pointed out, then took a moment, surprised how the annoying Sith was getting to her.

What is with this girl?

"I do have that something, but that doesn't mean I'm going to tell you freely without knowing who you are."

[Craw Toboga]

A shadow of annoyance twisted itself through Craw's expression. "Ain't that simple Nudie. I fucked up, bad. I can only run away from this so long before she finally catches me. And I have no intention of killing her. Cause whatever it is that she's got planned for me... Well to be honest I probably deserve it... So yeah... That's how it's gonna go down, sorry bud." He sipped his drink. "But I'm gonna keep working with you guys till I die, so let's worry about burning that bridge when we get to it."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"To distrust a Sith is not a bad idea." The woman in the mask chuckled. "My question is a mere courtesy for a lost child, perhaps a beginning of guidance. Refuse to answer at your own peril. And now, you will not learn any other name tonight. But I will tell you what this mask is." She shifted her position. "This is the Red Face of Yavin, the dark gaze of the Death God, a gift from the Queen of the Massassi on Yavin IV who I had opened the path to ascend for. To do that, I had had to kill a broken woman in cold blood. On the next day, when the fate of her kingdom was being decided, I killed 13 ferocious Massassi warriors in battle. Back on Korriban, I convinced throngs of slaves to let themselves be slaughtered for I abhorred their weakness, their directionless, their inability to assert themselves as sentients that refuse to be treated like livestock. That's why I ask about your drive. I want to know if your curiosity with the Force is worth my time. Or you are a lamb who will let be slaughtered when her master tells her to put the head down."

[Corso Fett]

"I understand." Niall said with a nod. "Did you have something in mind for the show of good faith? I might guess, but I don't know your people. And I judge you as the sort who has no problem speaking your mind."

“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.”

[Eight]

OOC: Brawl check at Average with a setback due to the Mandalorian training, I am going to spend a Destiny on this to upgrade the difficulty to one purple and one red.

Brawl: 1eP+2eA+1eD+1eC+1eS 3 Successes

Eight let the Duros have the first swing, blocking the meat of the strike with a quickly brought up arm before delivering a similar blow himself, less intent on knocking his opponent out than to deliver a message of his capabilities and to test his opponent's. To Eight, this fight was an introduction and he intended to follow all the proper etiquette of a meeting through fists.

[Aphr Ahaya]

"To distrust a Sith is not a bad idea." The woman in the mask chuckled. "My question is a mere courtesy for a lost child, perhaps a beginning of guidance. Refuse to answer at your own peril. And now, you will not learn any other name tonight. But I will tell you what this mask is." She shifted her position. "This is the Red Face of Yavin, the dark gaze of the Death God, a gift from the Queen of the Massassi on Yavin IV who I had opened the path to ascend for. To do that, I had had to kill a broken woman in cold blood. On the next day, when the fate of her kingdom was being decided, I killed 13 ferocious Massassi warriors in battle. Back on Korriban, I convinced throngs of slaves to let themselves be slaughtered for I abhorred their weakness, their directionless, their inability to assert themselves as sentients that refuse to be treated like livestock. That's why I ask about your drive. I want to know if your curiosity with the Force is worth my time. Or you are a lamb who will let be slaughtered when her master tells her to put the head down."

That was more than she wanted to know. It answered why the woman was laughing in the nightmare though.

"So it's your killing mask" Aphr answered calmly, not showing any fear even though she was sure the woman could likely kill her "you're the only sith I've seen wearing one though. Why do you need a mask, where they don't?"

She shrugged, then took on a firm look.

"And you're trying to test me. Let me tell you though; I'm not one to give up. I want to find the answers, and know why this connection exists."

[Dapper Dog]

"We'll find a place." He said. "That will be more comfortable and more private."

"Good," she says with her pouting lips.

OOC: Brawl check at Average with a setback due to the Mandalorian training, I am going to spend a Destiny on this to upgrade the difficulty to one purple and one red.

Brawl: 1eP+2eA+1eD+1eC+1eS 3 Successes

Eight let the Duros have the first swing, blocking the meat of the strike with a quickly brought up arm before delivering a similar blow himself, less intent on knocking his opponent out than to deliver a message of his capabilities and to test his opponent's. To Eight, this fight was an introduction and he intended to follow all the proper etiquette of a meeting through fists.

“This droid has spirit!” the mercenaries shout.

“He got lucky,” the duros replies.

“A woman kicks him while down, “Lucky my arse he got you beat Vuli, just stay down. If you could drink droid I would buy you one, you got a name?” she asks.

From the upper floor a crimson haired Mandalorian observes the fight while keeping an eye on her commander.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I don't need it. I want it."

She listened intently.

"And it looks like there is something you want too. But I think that you already know the answer, you are just afraid to put it in front of your mind."

[Aphr Ahaya]

"Afraid?" She shook her head "I'm not afraid to know the answer. If I know the answer..."

There was a frown, and a shake of the head.

"If I know it, then it isn't obvious. I have suspicions, and ideas, but that isn't an answer, any more than you being Lethan means you are the only Lethan Twi'lek I have known."

Unless you are my sister...

[Dapper Dog]

"Afraid?" She shook her head "I'm not afraid to know the answer. If I know the answer..."

There was a frown, and a shake of the head.

"If I know it, then it isn't obvious. I have suspicions, and ideas, but that isn't an answer, any more than you being Lethan means you are the only Lethan Twi'lek I have known."

Unless you are my sister...

“I knew I felt a tremor in the force, oh the exquisite feeling of the dark side… my apprentice has found me a worthy tribute. A fitting pet for a dark lord of the Sith. Slave girl bow to your new master,” a woman says as she approaches the duo with a sadistic grin.

One hand holds a bloody knife that is dripping with purple blood. The other hand she puts to her lips to sample the blood and adds in an aroused manner, “Exquisite.”

OOC: Flipping a dark side for the Empire!

[Eight]

“This droid has spirit!” the mercenaries shout.

“He got lucky,” the duros replies.

“A woman kicks him while down, “Lucky my arse he got you beat Vuli, just stay down. If you could drink droid I would buy you one, you got a name?” she asks.

From the upper floor a crimson haired Mandalorian observes the fight while keeping an eye on her commander.

The droid seemed quite proud of himself as the Mandalorians cheered. "You can call me Eight." He replied to the woman, his eyes flashing red more brightly than before.

[Aphr Ahaya]

Now this was getting weird. Aphr frowned.

Now she needs a mask for the better of everyone.

"Um...who are you?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"So you take a liking in her, my lord? It might interest you that she's not a mere pet, but a Force Sensitive, with leanings toward the Dark Side..."

The Wraith moved slightly to the side, giving Zhorrid the way, 'accidentally' entering a dead angle...

EN1. Stealth. Boost.: 2eP+1eA+1eB 5 successes

[Dapper Dog]

“Not terribly I just like hurting the things you hold dear, apprentice. Pain is the only currency I care for and if this slave girl can make you break then it is worth it to tear her face off and watch your misery soar. This pathetic alien is not worthy of the Sith, but her pain and suffering would be exquisite,” Zhorrid says looking at Aphr.

“What say you slave girl? You stand at the gateway to death, you should be elated.”

OOC: Zhorrid Perception: 1eC+3eD+1eS 2 failures, 4 threat


Moyr is in position but with the Threat, she is very alert of the angle.

[Aphr Ahaya]

Aphr had learnt a lot from the weird lady. That the masked Twi'lek cared for her meant she was no random girl. There was a connection both ways.

"Yeah, I don't plan to die here. There's too much I need to find out. So thanks, but no thanks" she takes a half-step back

[Moyr Ahaya]

"You are jumping to conclusions here, my lord." Moyr replied gingerly as she used her spot to send a quiet request for assistance with coordinates to some of her Mandalorian friends that were likely to be inside the Viper. [Flipping my own DP]. "But you are right in that I find wastefulness abhorrent, while you enjoy squandering potential of a good subordinate for your own enjoyment."

[Dapper Dog]

The Mandalorians file out though not as if they are going to fight more to see what the hell is going on. Lord Zhorrid says, “I enjoy what I am good at, and mostly that entails pulling entrails out of the weak and basking in the touch of the dark side. If she means that much to you, keep her, I will enjoy killing her later… it will be like a gift, the more you train her and hone her the more I will enjoy cutting her to pieces.”

“What is the slave’s name?”

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Kalikori." The masked Twi'lek replied.

[Eight]

Eight was just beginning to enjoy his time among the Mandalorians when they noticed something and began to move outside. Spotting Aphr, Eight growled low and followed them out. He filed out beside them, his red eyes examining the situation with stark appreciation for the fact that he might have to murder some people here.

[Dapper Dog]

“Begin her training. Find her owner, end them if you can, or simply buy her if you lack the stomach for pain. She will be mine you will train her,” she commands.