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Post by Anka on May 3, 2007 22:30:28 GMT -5
Shifting on her feet, An'ka waited patiently, she wondered if he was even going to let her not really knowing if the elixir that she had given to him would work. As he finally opened the door, she smiled at him, stepping inside, her head turning as the door closed behind her.
Seeing him standing before her, she looked at him as he watched her, seeing the glint in his eyes, knowing that it was too late for her to do anything about it now. She would have to see her plan through and though this was just the beginning, she would put it into motion here and now.
It would take everything that she had, all that she had learned and a good part of her training to get through this. A small slender purple finger moved to touch his chest, a finely manicured nail sliding down slowly, her eyes lifting, looking to him, her lekku twitching in slow deliberate motions as she moved closer to him.
An'ka would use whatever means needed to get the information that she wanted, she was beautiful and she knew it, the clothing or lack there of that she had on leaving nothing to the imagination as she spoke.
"Let's talk you and I, shall we, or was there something else that you needed first?"
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on May 4, 2007 7:24:27 GMT -5
He couldn’t help but laugh at her coy words. As if what he, what she, what they wanted wasn’t written plainly before them. But his laugh died just as quickly as it began, his eyes dilating, then returning to normal…all in the blink of an eye. Dek seemed to black out for a moment, or perhaps just a lightheadedness that left him still and quiet, as if something inside of him were warring with his better judgement. In the end, whatever had affected him won out.
“You come down here, to my bridge, looking like that, with the intention of talking. No, no, little violet skin, I think what you want requires less talking and more action…unless you’re one of those types that likes to talk throughout…it…” Dek’s nose turns up at the thought of talking.
What sexual encounters that the good Captain remembered had mostly been while he had been a captive. That meant that his owner at any given time had either used him for their own pleasure, and no talking had occurred other then being given orders, or belittling his performance to make him try harder. Or it had been he being forced to speak, to make his owner feel better, to stroke their ego and tell them how good they had been.
In all truth, when it came to matters of carnality, Dek much preferred silence. Well, with noted exception of moaning and screaming…especially screaming. At it was with that thought that Dek’s facial expressions went blank once more, as a hidden memory burst into his mind like a dull, rusty knife.
Loud moans echoed off of the stone walls in the little room that two entwined bodies shared. Sounds that could only be described as intimate mingled with those moans before the two bodies separated, the larger, and curvier form moving off of the bed that they were on.
A woman, of great power, stood beside that bed, looking in the mirror at the glory of her own nude body. A young man, truly not much more then a young teen really, lay in that bed, his lean, muscular body showing welts and cuts. It was obvious that this young man had been forged in the fires of hell itself, beaten and taught, then beaten again. It was also obvious that the woman atop this young man had been the one to give these lessons. She was no gentle lover. She was no gentle teacher. Never had been, never would be.
“Really boy, do you think that any woman would find pleasure with you? I wouldn’t waste my time with you at all if I had any other options. With a performance like that, you’d be lucky if some pathetic waif from the a poor outer rim planet would even take you in.” Her voice would have been beautiful if not for her sharp tones and disgusted mannerisms.
Still, the youngster, Dek, couldn’t help but admire her body. But then, he didn’t really know any better. It wasn’t like he had any real experience outside of this woman, his teacher, his tormentor. She had been the one to take his virginity…his innocence, and the only ‘lover’ that he had ever known. And it wasn’t even like he found her to be all that attractive. Yet, the young Dek had found out early on that it was easier to look at her like that, and make her feel like she was the most beautiful creature in the universe. Her punishments tended to be less severe afterwards…at least for a little bit.
She would use him for her own pleasure, then belittle him. All just to make herself seem superior, and completely in control. But then, she was in complete control…of Dek at least…with the only exception being the Master that they both served.
“Oh quit staring at Me like that. Sit up so I can heal those marks before the Master notices them and I get in trouble.”
It was the only time that she touched him without being rough, that she actually seemed tender. It was the only time that he felt he could even remotely like her, as she took care of the wounds that she had inflicted while using him, using a salve version of bacta. Scratches and cuts from her own nails, welts and bruises from where she had punched or slapped him.
Eyes, like twin fires, meet the gaze of An’ka head on. The memories that he had experienced in but a moment of time in reality, had done little to break the hold of the poison that An’ka had used. Instead, it only seemed to make his swirling emotions more intense as he began to move towards her.
“How about we dispense with the pleasantries, and you take off what little of that outfit is actually on you, and we do what you came here to do.” His voice held a hint of seductive tone, and pure confidence as he neared. “I mean, it seems fairly obvious why you came by the way you are dressed.”
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Post by Anka on May 6, 2007 18:15:12 GMT -5
An’ka was beauty defined, there was no doubt about that. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to many that the Twi’lek females were often taken at a young age and forced into slavery, only one other species could claim the exquisiteness and the sensuality of a female Twi’lek, though the Zeltron would say that they were much more beautiful and adept at using what had been given to them. Looking as Dek approached her she could do one of two things, she could try and get out of what she had started or she would have to give in to him.
One thing was certain, she could not fail in this mission, she knew what it meant if she did. Death, though she was sure that once the torture was done, death would come as a relief. She had never been told why he was so important to the cause, only that he was needed, it was obvious that those above her knew much more than she did and she knew that she was a mere pawn in the grande scheme of things.
Those above her were much more knowledgeable in these things, and she had been told to do what she had to do. Giving him the elixir was just the beginning, he held information, that which she needed to report and she had to get him to trust her and come back to the dark side, though she had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought.
Soft violet hands moved to the tie on her barely there top, tugging at the tie and letting it go, feeling it fall off of her shoulders as she started to pull it down, stopping abruptly as she lifted her eyes looking to him. Raising her hands back up, she tied the strings loosely behind her neck, ducking under his arm so that he couldn’t pin her against the door.
“How about we make a deal, you give me what I want and I’ll give you what you need.”
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on May 8, 2007 2:13:52 GMT -5
He stood there, as she ducked away from him to avoid being captured, watching as she blatantly made her intentions known by the simple action of preparing to remove her top. Her ‘assets’ were quite nice, to say the least. Most Twi’leks were blessed with such innate beauty, and fine, voluptuous figures.
“Need?” He asks incredulously without moving a muscle.
Perhaps it was the poison speaking. Perhaps it was the dark side reawakening inside of him now that his memories were returning. Or perhaps it was a combination of both. Or, then again, perhaps it was his body trying to reject one or both. He didn’t know, nor did he even really think about it as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“There is nothing that you offer that I need little Twi’lek. I could very easily divulge myself of the charms you offer freely, charms that you no doubt also offered to your owners freely. But there is no ‘NEED’.”
These words were spoken with a bit of mocking laughter in his voice as his hand moved, a mere subtle twitch really, which made the fabric of her top tug…enough to make her feel it, but not enough to yank it completely off.
“And I will have you know, little purple skin, that if I wanted to take it, I would.” His eyes, however, lingered over her form, even though his body didn’t move an inch, or otherwise indicated that he was the least bit interested in taking her up on her offer.
“Tell you what. If you’re willing to whore yourself out for information, why don’t we just make this easier…” His body finally moving, moving closer to block off her routes of escape, in an attempt to pin her in one place. “…how about you just get what you want to ask out in the open like you should have awhile ago, and I’ll decide if what you offer is worth what you want. Deal?”
The calm, easy going Dek that the Twi’lek had first met was seemingly replaced by this ultra confident, downright arrogant man that stood before her. Was it the Dark Side inside of him? Or was it her poison? These were things that she was no doubt asking herself, even though Dek really didn’t know that he had been poisoned. In a different frame of mind, he might have suspected, perhaps even using his healing arts to counter it. But at the moment, he wouldn’t have cared.
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Post by Anka on May 13, 2007 9:39:32 GMT -5
An'ka could tell that perhaps this had been too soon, that she had made a mistake in calculating the effects of the elixir that she had acquired, and as she felt his hands and heard the tone in his voice, she moved her own hand, placing it on his arm as she back away a little bit. She really had not been expecting this type of reaction, it almost seemed to have the opposite effect. She thought carefully, still not sure how he was going to react to the information she was trying to extract, somehow afraid, he was going to start putting two and two together, though she could always hope that he would get five.
Twin lekku twitched slowly as she thought long and hard about what to say, it was a delicate situation and one that she could easily out herself in, though with the effects of the so called elixir that had done her wrong, she could hope that he would forget. There was no time like the present and time was running short as it was. Long violet fingers wrapped around his arm, the other hand moving to remove the one holding her top.
She spoke with a fluid motion, getting everything that she wanted to say out in the open at once, it was a risk, this much she knew, but she didn't think she was wrong in the aspect of which side he would ultimately be on. Of course if he tried to out her for what she really was, she would have no choice but to kill him, and she would not blink an eyes as she watched him take his last breath.
"Do you trust these....Jedi on board your ship? Or do you feel the pull, the pull to be what you once were, think of the power you could hold, think of what you could do if you used the power for....something other than good."
An'ka knew it was a risk, she knew that, but she had no choice it was this or her life and she could not fail. Her mission was clear and she valued her life, even if it meant taking another.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on May 14, 2007 2:29:18 GMT -5
He merely blinked at her for several minutes after her questions, his body easily several feet away, as it had been during her bout of squirming.
“I trust these Jedi about as much as I trust you.” He stated categorically, without any room for misunderstanding. “As for what I once was, I was nothing, and I was sold off because of it. There is nothing that you, or whoever you are working for, can offer me to return to that life.”
In the blink of an eye, the effects of the poison began to fade, his body fighting it off at the first mention of the Dark Side, for what was what she had been hinting at. With narrowed eyes, he regards her, and without much affection…well, actually, none at all.
“What are you doing here? And why are you half naked?” He suddenly blurts out, looking at her as she stood a short distance from him, his posture indicating that he had been moving towards her. But he didn’t seem to have any knowledge of what had been going on, or what she had just asked him. If anything, he looked completely confused as he stepped backwards and shook his head several times, as if clearing it.
He was missing something, something very important. And he suspected that the Twi’lek had the answers. Just what WAS she doing here, dressed like she was. Was she trying to seduce him in order to make sure that he held up to his end of their bargain? His eyes narrowed again as he waited for her answer his question. Particularly since one of the lights on the communications panel was flashing, which meant that someone was trying to get in touch with him…though if it was someone on the ship, or off, he couldn’t yet tell. But it would wait until after the Twi’lek explained herself.
Of course, if she didn’t, he would just have to get R2 to tell him. The astromech, after all, would have most likely recorded the conversation if it were out of the captains character. And he suspected that it most likely had been. But for that to happen, he needed her to leave.
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Post by Anka on May 17, 2007 18:36:04 GMT -5
She was too close and An'ka was about to stumble on to something that she was not quite prepared for yet. As she thought about what she was doing, she realized that it was too soon, that she would have to gain his trust and this information some other way. As Dek spoke to her, she merely shook her head, he was wrong, wrong in so many ways.
"You are more than what you think, and you will return, because.."
Those were the only words that she was able to push from her lips before the elixir suddenly wore off, she was now going to be caught between a rock and a hard place and she woulld have some explaining to do and she would have to do it quickly. An'ka watched as his demeanor suddenly changed, her eyes growing wide as his eyes narrowed.
"I had changed from my other clothes and cleaned up after I spoke to you outside your chambers, you told me to come and find you later and so I did. We were going to speak about setting up a time to ehhh play with our weapons, remember?"
It wasn't a complete lie, but one that she hoped would bide her some time. As the lights on the board drew his attention, she made her way to sit in the chair that she normally did, taking a deep breath as she sat down and crossed her legs at the knee, making sure that most of her legs were covered. He would either believe her or he wouldn't and now that she knew exactly how much he trusted her, she was going for the latter.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on May 28, 2007 3:01:53 GMT -5
Her explanation stunk. There was simply no other way to describe it. Her top was untied, and the way she had acted previously didn’t fit with her being so flippant about her attire, or lack thereof, now. That, and a piece of a phrase echoed in his mind.
“…think, and you will return, because..”
He will return where? Why? It made no sense at all to him, at least not without the rest of the previous conversation that they must have been having. But what had it been about even? Instead of pursuing Anka, Dek instead turns and moves back to the pilots seat before sitting back down into it. Seemingly ignoring her, he pulls up a small display screen that indicating where the communication had been coming from.
Instead of being a communication from an outside source, it had originated from inside of his own ship. One of the R4 units had been activated by a diagnostic, and was trying to contact Dek. Returning the communication, he sets it to a text display. There was apparently a problem with the hyperdrive system. Nothing critical, but it would have to be dealt with, and preferably before they reached Tantra. It wouldn’t do to be stuck out in the Outer Rim without a fast way back. Pulling up the diagnostic display, Dek reads over it briefly while keeping his ears tuned to what Anka was saying.
“Well that is wonderful, but that doesn’t explain why your top is almost undone, and your skin is flushed as though you were excited.” He stated rather bluntly as he looked the information over, realizing that the hyperdrive system should be able to hold out until they reached Yag’Dhul. Once there, at the hub of two well traveled Trade Routes, he should be able to find a space station to dock with that might have the parts, or be able to point him in the direction of where he could get what he needed.
“So, would you like to tell me what we were talking about? Particularly why I would be ‘returning’ somewhere?” His eyes lifted from the display to pin her with a look. Dek’s mind was already made up about where they would stop, and since it was a matter of practicality, it doubted that the Jedi would have any issues with it. Besides, they would most likely welcome to distraction, especially Juna. “It would seem that we were in the middle of a conversation that I do not recall having.”
His tone of voice was calm and regulated, but it also held a hint of accusation and suspicion. While he waited for her to lie, for that was what he expected that she would do, he brought up some information about Yag’Dhul and the planets and stations nearby. Several seemed promising, and he would be sure to open communications as soon as he could, but they were still quite some distance away.
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Post by Anka on Jun 5, 2007 18:25:18 GMT -5
Sitting back in the chair, An'ka looked at him, arching her brow as he spoke. She had to think fast again, and make him think that all of this had been his idea and that she had just gone along with it all, the question was how to do that and make him believe her. Tapping a nail on her violet shaded lip, she sat forward in her chair, looking straight at him before she began to speak.
"Yes, of course my top was undone, you were the one that did it, I came here to talk to you about perhaps sparring as you told me to do earlier when you were in quarters, imagine my surprise when instead you began to manhandle me like I was some sort of piece of meat, and my skin is flushed because I was quite taken aback and a bit embarassed. "
Sitting back in her chair, she looked at him as he turned and looked at her, doubting that he would believe what she had said but if there was any sort of visual aide on the bridge, he could easily access it and see that she was telling the truth, this next matter though was going to be tougher to try and explain.
She thought long and hard, finally coming up with something as she crossed her legs at the knee, tugging down the side of her skirt so that it kept her body covered as she smiled inwardly.
"Well that is simple enough, we were talking about returning to Tattooine, after all this nonsense with the Jedi is done and over, you haven't forgotten our deal have you?"
Settling back again, she felt the ends of her lekku twitch back and forth, she wondered where it was that they were going or how much longer they would be before she could at least stretch her legs somewhere, but she decided to keep that question silent for now.
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Jun 9, 2007 12:03:44 GMT -5
Sitting back in his seat, Dek gives Anka a sidelong look. She was easily several meters away now that he was at the pilots station, and wouldn’t be able to see the display screen in front of him as a quick message floated by. He smirked at its content before responding to his passengers words.
“Ah, well, guess you must have said something, or done something, to completely turn me off since you don’t seem to be ravaged.” His eyes peered in her direction as a sly smirk formed on his lips.
“Of course, maybe I just didn’t like what I saw, so I blocked the memory out, and that’s why I can’t remember what ‘really’ happened.” His voice adding an odd sound to ‘really’ that suggested he wasn’t convinced about her version of what happened.
But for the moment, he wasn’t very concerned about what ‘might’ have happened. That was a mystery that would resolve itself. The matter of his ships engines would not, however, unless he intervened. Anka wouldn’t likely complain about the stopover, nor would Ceeta. He wasn’t sure how the two Jedi would react, though he doubted it would concern them overly much. But it would definetly add a few days to their already long journey.
“Well I am not so sure ‘sparring’ would be such a good idea considering the ‘revelations’ you suggested that happened recently. I mean, you wouldn’t want me manhandling you more, now would you?” He says with a soft chuckle, “However, you might be interested in knowing that we will be taking a detour near Yag’Dhul. Maybe someone around there would be more willing to indulge your need to beat someone up.”
It was said jokingly, but considering the mystery that the last few hours had become, be didn’t want to risk friendly combat. But even more disturbing then the ‘lost’ time, was the fact that Anka was beginning to seem more and more familiar to him. Not because of the time they were being forced to spend together…but more like he had known her at some other time. Or someone like her. Especially after the epiphanies brought to him during his memory delving expedition. Dek was beginning to truly wonder about the Twi’lek. The more he thought about it, the less he was liking where his thoughts were leading him.
Pushing his concerns aside for the moment, he speaks again.
“I haven’t decided on a location, but I need to stop and effect some minor repairs to the ship before we take the last leg of our journey to Tantra. If you have anything that you might want, or need, make a list for me so that I can take it into consideration before selecting a planet or space station to dock at.”
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Post by Anka on Jun 10, 2007 0:40:27 GMT -5
An'ka looked to him confused as he spoke, shifting a bit in her chair as she tilted her head, listening to him carefully. "I did nothing wrong, you just seemed to stop what you were doing and I can guarantee you, you liked what you saw very much and that is all I will say about that, Captain."
An'ka thought long and hard as she sat there, she only half way heard what he said about stopping somewhere as something else was weighing on her mind. She had two choices, neither of whch would be easy. She had failed in her attempt to use the Elixir on him and he was too valuable to kill. Tapping a finger on her lip, she laid her hands into her lap, taking a deep breath.
"There is something I need to tell you and once I do, know one thing, you will hold my fate in your hands, the secrets are becoming to hard to keep straight, and I feel that once you know of this, things will become clearer to you."
She waited until he looked at her, making sure she had his attention before she spoke.
"I am not, what I appear to be. Some time ago, I had a Master, He was everything that I could have wanted and more, but, there was a part of Him that was Dark, Sadistic, and sometimes even cold. He was a servant for the Dark Side, and He taught me before He disappeared everything that He knew. Poisons, martial arts, and most importantly how to fade into the darkness after making a kill. After He went missing, nothing else seemed to matter, I was living in the slave hold on Tattooine, in the same place that I asked you to go back to with me. I killed because someone close to me was killed and I was approached to begin using my new talents. Now the question is, do you know who you are. I am Ani' Shaaka, Dark Side servent, and trained Assassin for the 4th Sith Empire of Tantra."
Standing, she turns so that her hip is facing him, pulling down the top portion of her skirt, revealing the Sith tattoo that had been emblazened in her skin. Dark eyes turning back to him as she spoke one last time. "You understand, I had no choice, it was learn to kill or be killed and now as I said, you hold my fate in your hand, if i fail, I die, if you don't keep my secret I die, either way I lose...."
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Jun 10, 2007 2:19:24 GMT -5
He sincerely doubted her explanation, assuming, like the rest of what she had been saying, that it was all made up. And not to be topped…
“If I liked it so much, why did I stop?” He asks rather pointedly.
As she started to speak again, he was only half listening as he concerned himself with his ship, its components and where he would be stopping to get what he needed. With a gentle sigh, he finally does turn to give her his attention when it became obvious she wouldn’t continue until he did. No doubt more lies would spew forth.
But what he got instead was too bizarre to be completely made up. And after many minutes of stunned silence, he finally snaps to.
“I never once believed that you ever were what you appeared to be, but this…it’s a little much.” He said, making full eye contact with her.
“But I must say. For a trained Sith operative, you sure aren’t very well trained at subtlety and subterfuge, or lieing, for that matter. My faithful R2 unit has readily supplied me with all the information that I needed about my missing memories, but I knew you were making up excuses from the very first one you made.”
Turning his seat, then crossing his arms over his chest, a darkness seemed to descend over his aura.
“Its not wise to put your fate in the hands of others. Particularly someone like me little Twi’lek. Especially since, if I’m as important as you make me sound, how do you know that your ‘employer’ has need of your services once I am ‘recovered’? You might just become a liability to them.” Dek smirked as he looked into her eyes. “And how do you know that I won’t kill you myself? Or that I might simply turn you over to the Jedi on the other side of the ship?”
Laughing loudly. “You must be a desperate thing indeed to be revealing all of this to me now. Cause it sounds to me like you’re dead no matter what happens.” The laughter grows in intensity, even beginning to sound rather dark and evil at one point.
“No, no. Don’t worry. You’re too amusing for me to want to kill you…for now.”
He noticed the tattoo that she had revealed to him, but he had no intentions of revealing the same to her. Nor did he have any intentions of revealing that he had no clue to why anyone would be interested in obtaining him, or his skills.
“Don’t make excuses. We all do as we must to survive.” His words were curt and straight forward as he rose from his seat in order to move to the navigational station where the ships Navigator would be seated, if it had one. He could easily access the information he needed from the displays at the pilots station, but the one he was at now was better suited for it. Sitting down, he begins pulling up more information.
“So which Sith Lord are you working for? I do not recognize the symbol!”
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Post by Anka on Jun 10, 2007 15:09:35 GMT -5
It was in the exact moment that Dek began to speak, that An'ka had fully realized what she had done. As she listened to him when he began to speak, she pulled up the waist of her skirt and merely stared at him for a moment, deciding to choose her words carefully, should she choose to speak at all. For all of the anger and rage that she held, it was brewing at the top, ready to explode at any given time.
Gritting her teeth she looked at him, her eyes never leaving his. "You think I, make this up, you think that I am not what I say that I am, you keep on believing that and never think for a moment that I could not have killed you at any given time or place, but then that would mean death for me before my time is up. I was trained better than even you can imagine, and without the help of your buckets of tin, you would have known nothing."
She had been around enough of them to know when they were getting angry, frustrated or just downright irritated and as she took a step back, she watched him, it was happening, perhaps this had not been such a bad idea after all. Listening, she heard the change in his voice, her sharp teeth biting hard into her lip as she tasted a bit of blood. "My fate, has always been in the hands of others, my hatred runs deep, as does yours, and I must wonder, does your hate run you as well? You will not kill me and you will not turn me over to the Jedi, what say you, that this little purple skinned Twi'lek is an Assassin for the Empire, they would believe you why, because....I told you so."
As he started to laugh, a chill ran through her, it was a laughter that seemed familiar, one that she could have sworn she heard before, not from him, but from someone as evil as they could be. "Desperation causes many things, this not be one of them, that I can assure you. " Snarling at him, as he dared to imply that she would be dead no matter what, she bended to one knee and looked up at him. "You will not kill me because you can not, you need me, you know this, everything that you are deep inside fighting to get out, it is closer than what you might think."
Standing back to her feet, she licked the blood from her lower lip as she sat back down when he rose. "I am not making excuses, I do what I need to survive and will continue to do so, no matter the cost." As he spoke of her mark, she looked at him confused for a moment, surely they were not wrong, he was the one. "This mark as you know, is not for one but for all, a mark of the servant to the Dark Empire, now enough with the foolish questions to which you already know the answer to."
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Jun 11, 2007 1:23:02 GMT -5
He couldn’t help but smirk as she finally spoke. Excuses and self serving words were all that she had to offer. Words to try and bolster herself after lowering herself so perfectly. Still, as he thought about what she had said previously, and her actions in the past, it occurred to him that her pitiful throwing herself at his feet approach had succeeded far better then anything else had. And, naturally, she took his words out of context and applied them to her most recent actions. Holding a hand up to silence her…
“Oh, I believe what you just told me what you are. Do not mistake my words by twisting them. I never believed that you were just a simple slave bent on the distruction of a former Master.” He waved a hand dismissively in her direction, or, more appropriately, at her egotistical words.
“Yeah yeah, I’m sure you could have killed me a thousand different ways. I could honestly care less about your ego. But if you want to get into a pissing contest, just remember which of us has been trained in arts of the Force…particularly the Dark Side of it. I won’t be as easy to kill as you claim, even if you HAD managed to catch me off guard. And for that matter, do you really think I am so stupid, and weak, as to be caught so off guard. Because if you do, I would really have to take back what I said about your training and say that you had none of any consequence outright.”
Instead of growing angrier, as she no doubt intended, he was actually calming to a degree as the analytical part of his brain took over and removed anger and ego from the equation.
“Unlike you little purple skin, anger does not rule my life. I don’t particularly like the Sith Lord, or his minions, that stole me, trained me, then sent me out into the worlds. If not for that very same training, I would most likely be dead right now. And do not mistake me, Twi’lek slave, if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t go to the Jedi that are even now training in my cargo bay. I would deal with you myself. Oh, and just for the record, I saw through your lies long before there were any droids about to tell on you. I was blinded on our first meeting by the fact that our lives were in jeopardy, but that was it. The fact that my R2 unit informed me of what had just occurred doesn’t lessen the fact that I knew you were not genuine.”
The smirk that came to Dek’s lips next pretty much just reitereated his spoken points. He had indeed suspected all along that things were not right with her. True, if not for the help of his astromechs, it would have taken him a bit longer to figure things out. But as he had said, it didn’t lessen the fact that he had his suspicions, and had gotten them all on his own. But then, he knew that she was grasping for anything to try to turn the tables back in her favor.
“No, no, little purple skin…I will not kill you because it is not in my best interest to kill you. I have no use for you. None whatsoever. But it would bring me no pleasure to kill you, to see your body lay limp in my hands as I strangled the last of your breath from it. You know less about me then I do Twi’lek, so don’t pretend that you do. You know but a portion of what I am, a portion fed to you by those that live for the Dark Side of the Force. I have grown to be so much more then that…which is no doubt why you have been sent to find me.”
His smirk only deepened as he listened to the last of her excuses, and they were excuses. Her attempts at reasoning things out.
“Don’t lie Twi’lek. You are making excuses, and nothing more. Trying to dig yourself out of the hole that your desperation had put you in by revealing everything to me.” His eyes sparkled lightly as he regarded her. “Oh….so you’re a whore of the Dark Side? That makes sense. You’ll have to forgive me for not being up to date on markings. I was only a child when I was being trained, and I haven’t gotten the Dark Side newsletter in awhile.”
Truthfully he didn’t recognize the marking at all, but he wasn’t about to admit as much to her. She obviously had no idea that his memories had been locked away of his time amongst the Sith. It was a fact that he had only just discovered himself not that long ago.
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Anka
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Post by Anka on Jun 14, 2007 19:00:25 GMT -5
As he began to speak to her, she kept a hold on her emotions, for so long, she had let her anger run her, she would have to try and make this situation different or surely it would turn ugly before she actually wanted it to, if she even wanted it too. She listened to him as he continued to spew what she was sure he thought to be his manly ego, twisting a finger in the material of her skirt as she grew bored. One thing was for certain, though he did not admit it, he underestimated her to the degree that he actually thought he couldn't be caught off guard. It was easy enough to slip the elixir to him, so why would a little poison be any different. Why it wouldn't of course.
A sly smile crossed her lips, her razor sharp teeth showing as she sat perfectly still, listening to him ramble on and on.
"Talk is cheap, you have no use, you have plenty of use and when the time comes, and you are begging for my help, remember those words, unless of course, you fear not of death. And that is not something that I am willing to bet on. I know more than what you think, more than what you would like me to know, you call me a slave as if you were not one yourself, the only difference is, I still serve, you do not....not yet."
Truth be told, An'ka was scared to death, she knew that in any given moment of time, he could very well tell the Jedi what and who she was, or wait until one precise moment that he could ruin her life, or take it from her. A new plan of action would have to be taken, and she was going to have to decide if she could actually trust him or not, and at this point she didn't know for sure. Her eyes widened as she heard the next comment, all assembly of keeping calm leaving her body as she narrowed her eyes and growled as she stood. Stepping only a couple of steps closing the distance between them, she drew back her left hand sending it towards his right cheek, knowing if he did not move in enough time, he would have burning flesh, as her other right hand fumbled to her side to grip the handle of her blaster, belted upon her waist.
"Let me tell you something you son of a rancor, do not assume you know anything at all about me or what I am! I have never nor will ever be a whore, no excuses, no lies, so you want to settle this, we will settle it right here and right now."
It probably wasn't the wisest move that she could have made and as soon as she realized exactly what she had done, it was too late.
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