Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Jun 17, 2007 7:54:56 GMT -5
It occurred to him, at that moment, as she prattled on, just why he had never truly warmed up to her. He wouldn’t have been able to pin point it if not for his returned memories, but now it was all too clear. She was very much like the one that had trained him. No, not the Sith Lord, but his female subordinate that had tortured, beaten, and used him in every demeaning way possible. From the snotty, haughty attitude, to the way she used her body to try and get what she wanted.
“I am pretty sure that you do not rank high enough in the Sith hierarchy for me to ever even consider begging you for help. If I am as valuable to your Sith ‘Empire’ as I apparently seem to be, I am sure I could elicit far more powerful help then you.”
Yeah, he was antagonizing her. But then, wasn’t that exactly what she had been doing to him all along? Trying to bring out his anger and/or hate? Yes, he had indeed been a slave. But unlike her, he was no longer in that position, and if he could help it, he never would be again. Her reminder of his past did nothing to anger him, it only made him smirk as she rambled on further. He could see it in her eyes, that choobiey arrogance that often got assassins killed, just when they began to believe they were invincible. It was there, and there was no mistaking it. But what had she done to make her so choobiey. Perhaps she had slipped him something, which was why he had no memory of the last couple of hours.
Well, either way, he was no on his guard. It was unlikely that he would be duped twice. And even if he were, his healing technique could easily rib any poison or toxin before it killed him. It might do some damage, though, if something to that affect was introduced to his body. But that was a concern for another time, when and if it ever happened. So engrossed in his own thoughts, Dek was caught a bit off guard by her sudden move, and subsequent attack. Still, he had enough time that he turned his head slightly. Enough to avoid the full brunt of her strike, but not enough to avoid it completely. In the end, though, it barely hurt. It didn’t even phase him, as he stood there, face slightly turned away from her as she gripped her blaster and began to rant.
Blood began to trickle down from his cheek, where one of her fingernails and sliced into his skin. But even that did not phase him. Pain was something that he was all to familiar with. And it had been inflicted upon him by two people that had made it into an artform, if pain could be considered such.
“You make the mistake of taking the term literally, I see. You are every bit the whore little Twi’lek. That mark upon your hip says it quite clearly. You answer to anyone of power among the Sith. Is that not what you just said? Why, I bet if I revealed a similar mark, you’d be all too happy to follow my orders. Not that such a thing is going to happen, of course.” He said with a smile, pushing her further now, pushing her every bit as hard as he was sure she had intended to push him. But now, the tables were turned, and she was the one lost in anger and emotion.
“But, truth be told, I have no interest in ‘settling’ this. The way I see it, win or lose, you’re still dead. You kill me, the Jedi will no doubt kill you…and if you happen to escape, I am sure your Sith Masters would kill you for the deed of slaying me. And, naturally, if you lost, you’d be dead by my saber. So really, what is there to settle?” There was no arrogant smirk, or mocking this time. Just deadly calm truth.
But, just to be safe…
Dek opens his hand at his side, slowly, making sure that she did not notice. Touching upon the Force, he uses it to pull at her blaster. It wasn’t some light tug, but a violent jerk that he doubted she would be able to resist, and one that was designed to rip the blaster from her hand and place it into his own. All the while, his gaze met hers. Hers filled with emotion. His was completely blank, devoid of any emotion of sentiment.
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Anka
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Post by Anka on Jun 19, 2007 18:46:33 GMT -5
The slap was not as hard as she intended nor did it hit with the force that she was going for. As her hand met his flesh anyways, she felt her nail cut into his cheek, seeing the blood as it trickled down, removing her hand pulling it back to her side as the other hand gripped her blaster with vigor. It only took her a moment to edge it on, hearing the whir as it began to power up, of course, she had no idea what she would do now. She had cornered herself into a lose, lose situation and she as she heard him speak, knew that he was very aware of this, if not more.
He was pushing her and even Dek should know, you can only push something or someone so far before they break...or snap as it were. An’ka stared at him as she kept her blaster firmly by her side, listening to his words as he spewed them forth. In many ways he was right, until this moment in time she had been expendable, but she thought perhaps he could be wrong, she was more important than she would ever let on, at least to him.
“You forget your place as well as I forget mine, I answer to only one, as you will as well” An’ka scoffed as she heard him. “If you have a mark of this, come on then, let’s see, and I can guarantee you, I would never bow to you nor be on my knees for one such as you, though I imagine you would like it far too much, isn’t that the way it always happens?” Bringing her fingers to her lips, she licked the tip that held his blood upon it, her eyes lifting as she spoke. “Much to settle, so much more than what you may think.”
What he did next caught her totally off guard, her eye widening as her blaster was yanked from her hand, her finger had been lined up with the trigger, but she thought, as she saw it fly into his hand. If he was so unafraid of her, why would he take her weapon, this told her much more than what it was that he may think. Growling low, she showed no fear, fear was a weakness and one that would be hidden at all cost.
Stepping towards him, she narrowed her eyes, as her emotions fumed, the anger growing deeper within her, and he would only be able to avoid it for so long before he broke. Pushing out her right hand, she turned her palm upward as she looked him up and down, there was no doubt she was on the downside of this, though, she could attack him if she wished to do so.
“Come now, little boys shouldn’t play with toys that they have no business playing with, now be good and give it back..and give it back...now.”
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Jun 20, 2007 0:51:53 GMT -5
As the blaster landed in his hand, hilt first so that it was aimed at Anka, Dek just laughs. Already he could see where all of this was heading. Her words, her subtle threats, and her intent…they meant very little to him honestly. Their little game of one-upmanship was over. In the blink of an eye, the blaster fires off a round into the floor, leaving a small scorch mark mere centimeters from her foot.
“You need to learn when to shut your mouth.” He said, plain and simple, with no preamble, or room for misinterpretation.
“I have absolutely no intention of revealing that particular mark to you. Not now, not ever.” He remained blunt, the blaster still leveled at her. Naturally, he did not fear her in the least. But the last thing that he had needed was risking her firing that blaster into one of his control stations.
“I have no place to forget, I assure you. And if you honestly think that you answer to only one, then you are a bigger idiot then I originally thought. One does not merely answer to one dark sider, one answers to any dark sider that is more powerful then you are. And from what I have seen, that would be quite a few.” Cruel, perhaps, but it was honest assessment. You either obeyed, or died, or killed. “And what I were to tell you that I were Sith Lord in hiding?”
He asked her this, curious mostly, for he knew it to be a falsehood, but she wouldn’t be able to know. She could guess, but there was no way for her to truly know. And in the end, it was just something else that would confuse her to the true situation even more. His eyes narrowed, though, as she opened her mouth once more.
“And little whores shouldn’t pretend to be anything but. Now I suggest you get your little arse off of My bridge, and into your assigned quarters, before I forget that you are not a lady, and decide to kill you here and now and end this stupidity that you have begun. Do we understand one another?”
He wanted to end this little ‘debate’. He had felt the presence of another moving nearby. One of the Jedi, he assumed, and neither of them needed to hearing any of this, at least not at this time.
“And unless you want the Jedi nosing into this business, I suggest you obey me.”
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Anka
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Post by Anka on Jun 23, 2007 15:07:59 GMT -5
An'ka could feel the features on her face changing as she listened to him, either he was playing stupid or he was not as well trained as she had been made out to believe. As he shot her own blaster at her, she jumped back, a string of expletives leaving her lips as her eyes narrowed. She ignored every other word that he spoke, except for when he told her to leave. She wasn't leaving because he told her to, she was leaving because at that exact moment, she had more important things to attend to than to listen to someone who had no idea what they were talking about.
Slamming her hand against the wall after stalking across the floor, she waited until it opened fully before stepping out, listening as it closed behind her. Stepping out of his sight, she doubled over in laughter, having to hold her sides as she continued to laugh in almost a manical way. Speaking outloud to noone in particular, she stood upright "Sith Lord indeed, over my dead body perhaps, but not in this lifetime, at least not yet."
Making her way to her own quarters, she was still full of rage and anger as she slammed her hand against the button to open the door, disappearing with a flurry of movement, allowing the door to swoosh closed behind her. An'ka paced back and forth across the floor, thinking. Suddenly stopping she moved to the closet pulling the door open and grabbing a pair of pants that would reach her knees and a top that matched. Pulling off the outfit that she wore, she pulled on the pants, sliding them over her hips before sliding on the halter type top.
How dare he try and order her about, she didn't know who he thought he was, but this would be the very last time that it happened, she thought perhaps, they had been wrong, it had happened before, who was to say it didn't this time. Then she thought, they were usually not wrong, not wrong when it came to those they were sure of. In time it would be accepted.
Kicking the clothes into the corner, she grabbed her bag of tricks and headed to the bed, kneeling at the side of it, she pulled open the top of the bag and reached inside pulling up a pack that was rolled up and tied. Untying the strings she rolls it out, looking over the various viles, running her purple tipped fingers over each one until she finally picks one up in her hand.
Turning it over she flicks it with her other finger, seeing the clear liquid bubble as she sets it down, her fingers reaching for a syringe, touching the needle on the top, sucking in a breath of air as it pricks her skin. "Indeed, not yet."
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Jun 25, 2007 7:33:25 GMT -5
He watched as she practically shook with indignation. No doubt she hated being ordered about, but what other choice had he had? It was obvious what she had been trying to do, and that it had failed and was trying to save face. But that was the simple truth. She had failed. Had she not blurted out her true identity, she might have perhaps succeeded, but in doing so, she had laid her hand out before him, and he had called her bluff. It had also given him the knowledge that he had needed in order to curb his anger. It was also rather obvious that this Twi’lek believed herself superior then everyone, and that nothing he said would sink in, or even matter to her.
As she stormed out, slamming the panel, then walked out, all he could do was shake his head. Even as he heard her laughter. Let her laugh, and let her believe she was superior. For the moment, he just needed to calm down, and so did she. There was obviously much more at stake here then he had even first thought, and the fact that a spy had been planted on his ship didn’t sit well with him.
Thankfully, though, almost from the moment she walked out the door, the mood in the room changed and lightened. Sitting down at the pilots station, Dek heaves a long suffering sigh as he looks at the blaster in his hand for a moment before tossing it to the floor. Had he not removed it from her hands, she might have shot him, or shot something else that might have been even worse for everyone on board. But now what was he going to do? Anka could certainly have an entire arsenal at her disposal that the room he had given to her. And worse still, he was convinced that she had drugged him somehow.
At that moment, the display on the consol lit up again and words began to stream across it. It was his R2 unit, telling him everything that had occurred from the moment he had entered the bridge, till when Anka had arrived, and everything to the point where he had apparently snapped out of whatever state he had been in and had regained control.
“Interesting. Thank you R2.”
The astromech gave an approving tweetle at him, its domed head turning towards him as he leaned back in his seat to think. She had been right about one thing. He might have had a clue about what was going on, but without the help of his trusty droid, he never would have pieced it together so quickly. Without R2, he doubted that An’ka would have been forced into making a mistake so early. But far from having the upper hand, they were now on even ground at least. To give himself the advantage again…
“R2, can you send a sub-sonic pulse to disable a scrambler in An’ka’s chambers? I want to see if our friend is trying to hide something more then just working for the Sith.”
Once more the astromech trilled a positive response before turning back to its station and reconnecting to the ships computer. R2 would take care of things, he had no doubt, and it left him free to think. It occurred to him then that he had felt the presence of one of Jedi nearby. Focusing on that, he realized that it had to be Juna. With a touch of a finger, the door opened itself back up and remained open. There wasn’t much point in keeping it locked now, at least not while he was there. But then again...
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Jul 12, 2007 6:41:01 GMT -5
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Post by Lesnapy on Oct 28, 2019 7:07:07 GMT -5
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