Nar Shaddaa

Aphr wasn't sure how Zhorrid would be after her not being able to come the day before. However, she was making her way quietly to the usual place, keeping her thoughts calm as always.

Round 2 was the only thing she allowed herself to think a she approached the doors, a little earlier than usual, and knocked.

The door opens and Zhorrid calls, "Come in little sister, you are just in time."

Zhorrid is seated on her couch watching two nude men, one human another a togruta, battle with crude metallic swords. They seem reluctant to fight as they circle each other and she sighs and then shouts, "Fight damn you... what good are you if you don't fight! I want a show!"

She takes a deep drag and adds, "I need a little bloodsport!"

Well, this is new.

Aphr entered with a curious expression on her face. She paused, arms crossed, and considered the fight before moving to Zhorrids side.

"Maybe if they had inspiration to fight, you'd get your show. Motivation is quite a powerful thing."

She leaned in to quietly say "such as telling them the winner walks free, even if it's not true."

Zhorrid smiles at the devious thought and says, "Do it... encourage them."

She turns on music.

Aphr straightened up, and moved closer to the two fighters with a smile on her face.

"This is quite embarrassing, for all gathered here including yourselves. Don't you agree?" Aphr shook her head "however, my lord does not wish you to stand here dancing, afraid to even do anything. So" she smiled sweetly at each man, before taking a step back "the last man standing will be allowed to leave here freely. But only if you put on a good show!"

D7 LE Deception: 1eA+2eP 3 successes, 2 advantage


She moved back to Zhorrid's side, her hands behind her back, keeping her sweet smile.

The togruta is the first to take the words to heart and he shouts a battle cray and charges knocking the human male down. The human kicks the togruta back and stumbles to his feet and then clash with steel and arms and wrestle and then the human stabs the torguta who yelps in pain and stumbles back from the superficial wound.

Zhorrid smiles and cheers, "Yes! Well done." She rises and approaches the whimpering togruta and says, "Oh hush now love... it is just a little blood..." She kneels and licks the wound and grins madly. "You will live... for now. Both of you to the bedroom and prepare yourselves..."

The human aids the togruta and they rush out of sight. Zhorrid sits and says, "So where were we?"

OOC: Difficulty: 2eD 0 successes, 2 threat

Only one thought came to mind as Aphr watched the men going crazy. I really was lucky to have Xero. To think they were so easily convinced both to fight, and quickly accepted their fates back into the bedroom....she didn't know whether to be ashamed, or pity them.

"I hope that was a more acceptable show" Aphr said with a smile when Zhorrid returned from comforting the whimpering men "I believe we were just at greetings, I didn't mean to interrupt your entertainment."

"The entertainment comes later, want a drink?" she asks.

"I would welcome a drink" Aphr said with a nod "thank you. I trust you were not caught up in all the activity yesterday? The wedding incident I mean."

"There was a wedding?" she says pouring some wine for Aphr.

That answers that!

Aphr nodded. "Apparently. It was attended by delegates from the Empire and Republic, and got attacked by terrorists. I don't know what happened exactly" she takes a small sip of the wine

"Sounds like Hutt problems. I don't much like weddings," she replies.

"I've never attended one to have an opinion" Aphr shrugged "was just curious if you had attended."

She let the silence reign for a few moments before she continued with "I have a feeling you likely know why I'm here."

"I do, do you believe you are ready?" she says. "Feel the rage in your bones?"

"I am ready" Aphr said with a nod "I'm focused and determined."

Something will go right today

"Then together we shall see if you can forge a weapon worthy of a Sith," she says with a devilish smile. Zhorrid channels the dark side as Aphr works.

OOC: Boost die for the Vision, Zhorrid is assisting you and grants you another boost die. Zhorrid adds 3 dark side points to the affair these can be used as Success or Advantage on the roll each one used causes 2 conflict for Aphr.

Zhorrid Dark Side guidance: 3eF 3 Dark Side

And so the night goes on, Aphr working and following the guidance of Zhorrid. She almost makes the same mistake a previously, but through the guidance and work she manages not to repeat mistakes.

This time, through the assistance of the Dark Side, it appears she was going to be successful....

(OOC: D7 LE building Precision saber hilt - average mechanics check with destiny flipped - 1 boost from Zhorrid 1 from vision: 1eA+1eP+2eB+2eD 1 failure, 3 advantage

Orokos hates me, but using 2 dark side dice for successes (Which makes this a pass i believe?) unless using the third for another success reduces the hours enough to need one less timeslot (12 hours for precision saber) in which case I'll use all 3
Advantage chosen - Personalized Design
If the mod installed for free with the gem counts now - Lower crit rating by 1)

Zhorrid grins deviously and says, “Ignite your weapon.”

Aphr looked at the hilt, after hours and hours of work. I did it? she thought to herself [i]I can't tell...[/i[

Then Zhorrid spoke. Aphr nodded, and picked it up. Studying it as she ignited the weapon.

It produces a crimson energy blade the hums and cracks filling the room with a glow of red. Zhorrid smiles and says, “Good… feel that power… it desires use. Pick one of the slaves and end them…”

Zhorrid walks to another chamber in her apartment and says, “Follow, little sister.”

Just like the vision... Aphr examined the energy from the sword, the feeling of holding a weapon like this in her hands. The way the crimson lit up the room gave an eery feel to the humming lightsaber as well. She almost missed Zhorrids words, and the other part of the vision came to mind, which shook her from her thoughts. She powered down the saber, but followed after Zhorrid, not wanting to carry around the weapon glowing like that when she knew what was coming next.

Like Moyr did what she didn't want to, I guess I have to do the same Aphr chuckled to herself as she thought that, following the Sith Lord.

Inside the chamber was a nikto hanging from the ceiling by his arms. He looks malnourished but otherwise alive.

Zhorrid says, "This is a slaver... a successful one by all accounts. Unleash your rage... show him the error of his ways."

A Slaver? It was almost like Zhorrid had picked the exact right person for this. Maybe she did...

She lights the sword up, looking at the man. Then, feeling Zhorrids eyes on her, she slashes upwards diagonally from the the mans right hip up past his left shoulder.

D7 LE Attacking with Lightsaber - no difficulty because slaver tied up, boost from Accuracy 1: 2eA+1eB 2 successes, 2 advantage

(plus 1 free advantage so 3 advantage total)

She easily cleaves the man in half with a single swing, his flesh tearing away like ice strike with hot knife. She feels the rage and anger in the air and the shock of how easy it was to take a life with the weapon.

"How did it feel?" Zhorrid asks.

OOC: Aphr suffer 5 conflict.

Aphr stared at the remains of the man in front of her. Her eyes looking at the slice, and feeling the rage subside in her slowly.

Is...that it? That's all it takes?

She brought the weapon up, looking at it. Not replying to Zhorrids question immediately, letting the moment really sink in and to really consider what to say. She had to be careful here, but only one answer kept coming to mind.

"Too easy" she commented, quietly. Far too easy