Just Enjoy the Show [LM7]

[Baesal Zyn]

She got curious about something ''Why the pseudo before the jedi?''

She struggled a little

''I hardly can't make anything while on the ground''

[Dapper Dog]

"Punch her, feel her flesh yield under your hands. Is the Jedi just going to take it, I wonder?" she says with morbid curiosity.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"She will take it, my lord. She will in fact enjoy it. She craves for me to rough her up. She's not a real Jedi because she hasn't really committed to abandon the passions I instil. She's nothing more than a displaced refugee pretending to be a Jedi. She doesn't even espouse their Code." Moyr pressed harder against the floor and slipped her lekku under Baes', wrapping them around her throat and squeezing, not too hard for now.

[Dapper Dog]

"Really... release her, apprentice. Baesal, kill someone now, murder them in cold blood," she says to the togruta.

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr did as asked, standing up. "A tinkerer a killer?" She chuckled mockingly as she stepped away.

[Baesal Zyn]

Baesal groaned under the pressure of Moyr's strangeling lekku but otherwise did nothing until Moyr left her. As she stood she heard Zhorrid make her demand.

She clenched her jaw and simply replied: ''No''

[Dapper Dog]

"No?" Zhorrid says in surprise. "Are you angry, master Jedi?"

[Baesal Zyn]

''Not anger, indignation'' she corrected

''I will not kill for you''

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Of course you won't." Moyr slapped her. "You could never be a Sith, with your collectivistic Togruta instincts you don't have enough individuality to seize what can set you free. Ever a follower, ever a thrall. Now hiding behind the back of the Jedi where you can grandstand before droids to delude yourself that you're worth anything more than what your hands can make."

[Baesal Zyn]

Baesal took the abuse, breathed deeply and said nothing

[Dapper Dog]

Zhorrid shrugs and throws back her drink and says, "Moyr, are you strong or weak?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I'd say in the process of gaining strength, my lord. I certainly don't lack the passion for it." Moyr moved forth, removing Baes to the background.

[Baesal Zyn]

She took the cue and stepped backwards

[Dapper Dog]

"But you are still so weak," Zhorrid says.

"Weak and insignificant... say it."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I will not betray the Code, my lord." Moyr insisted, staring and Zhorrid. "I have my strengths."

[Dapper Dog]

"Fine... whatever," Zhorrid says and walks away looking for something...

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr waited until she was certain Zhorrid was gone. She then slumped. "I am sorry, Baes. I know it was painful, but I did what I had to do."

[Dapper Dog]

She is in the building but currently away from them at the moment.

[Baesal Zyn]

Baesal approached back and whispered ''I know...lets get away''

[Moyr Ahaya]

"No, Baes. You go now. We need to separate for the time being. This won't be over otherwise." Moyr quietly insisted. "She won't let go until she's done. Let's meet again later."

[Baesal Zyn]

She looked carefully around and gave a nod

''See you later then...be careful''

She looked once more then made her way throught the uncaring patrons

/exit

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr turned impassive, just sat by the table and scrolled news on her datapad, waiting if something else would happen.

[Dapper Dog]

Zhorrid returns and says, "Did she leave already?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Yes, my lord, she fled. Hopefully to do my bidding."

[Dapper Dog]

"Yeah whatever, I have a new task for you," Zhorrid says. "Kill a Jedi, these talks have grown stale and we need something to pass the time."