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Post by Necro Stormborn on Feb 6, 2011 15:26:22 GMT -5
-----Bile Born Cantina, Teek'Sa Space Station-----
"back again I see...." There was a soft tapping at the end of a long bar as a rodian shifted in his seat and banged his hands on the counter to signal the barkeep that he wanted more drinks. The bartender turned his attention away from the tall hooded man he'd been speaking to and walked down the length of the bar towards the rodian. A female twilek sitting next to the hooded man twisted to look at the hooded figure and leaned forwards resting her chin on her hand. With a sly smile and cocked brow she gently raised a hand to the hood, pulling it back smoothly.
"come here often then?"
the cold man remained staring at the shelf behind the counter, racked with ale from dozens of core worlds. The only indication that he noticed the twilek was in his response, for his body language--- if decipherable--- would only give off perturbed annoyance and boredom.
"Depends on who's asking..." Darth Eurachis said softly before licking his lips and raising a glass slowly to them to wash down his lack of amusement with nice Corellian ale.
A small hand slid down from the counter and worked its way up the man's leg stopping, slowly but surely making sure to tease as it traveled. The hand only stopped its movement when the man slowly turned his gaze to look at her. The twilek smiled playfully and her skin prickled with excitement as Eurachis leaned forwards to whisper something in her ear.....or so she thought. Instead of saying anything he merely let his lips caress, for the briefest of instances, her ears before backing away to stare into her eyes. Narrowing his gaze he looked into her...and read her like a coloring book.
The thought crossed his mind...taking advantage of her would be so simple. It was always so simple. However, ever since korriban, the cat and mouse games never seemed the same or as thrilling with other women as it had with 'that' one. This would be too easy.... and he needed to lay low anyways. A tramp who clearly came here far too often cold easily blow his cover or get him into unnecessary trouble.
Eurachis reached down and touched her hand, his eyes still locked with hers. He let fear seep into her.. felt her hand shake and saw her eyes widen within seconds. She retracted her arm as quickly as she could, uncertain of what was going on. All the while he just continued to stare at her, but now, with a smile. She reeled back and grabbed his glass, splashing the contents all over his face and chest before running out of the bar. He couldn't help himself from laughing for a second, before turning back to face The bartender who now stood before him. "you tell her about the weapon you're working with? or was it you live with your mother this time?"
"she wouldn't have been fun anyways" Eurachis mouthed as he grabbed a handful of napkins from Shorrel, wiping his face. The bothan was still the same barkeep at the same bar that the dark lord always went to after a mission. "Regardless, let me know when Jargo has wiped the navicomputer clean and reprogrammed my flight code...I'm going to read over some reports in the back booth."
"Of course, Mister Novok"
Eurachis grimaced, he hadn't heard that name in a while. moving to the booth, he grabbed his new glass of ale, and pulled out his datapad. Felucia had certainly wiped him out, more so than he had expected. He definitely needed to rest when he got back to the temple. He had told the initiates that they would rendezvous back on Korriban but he always, when able, stopped in at the Bile Born Cantina on Teek'Sa Space Station. This was no different. Here he could get his computer's wiped and any and all ship records changed. He needed to remain hidden when traveling on his own.
And so there he sat, absorbed in the reports, sipping his drink silently as he waited.
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Post by Meira on Feb 7, 2011 10:49:57 GMT -5
How many days? Hours? Had she lost count? His warmth was fading, sinking in the sea of time. His hands... Was this Iniquitous' work? Was he jealous? Their bond was strong, too strong perhaps. Their attachment predated him, threatened him. He saw no means to control but to separate. Was it working?
Without Veratos near, the memory of his skin was weaker. The electricity he ignited inside of her was never quite as strong. Their attraction had laid dormant, then breathed in a sudden life on Mygeeto. It had overwhelmed her in every sense of the word. But ever since Veratos' departure, that thrill, that high seemed to go with him.
Had it truly existed at all? It had... it had. But what did she know of such things? In so many ways, she was like a child. It angered her, but it was true. She had learned persuasion, seduction even, in her wild years before he had shown her calm. But she had never known love. Never love. Had she been naive? Had she jumped at the first sensation of it, for nothing more than the novelty? It was new, it was exciting, but was it a drug? Did it cloud her mind? She had never felt the thrill before. The warmth was enough to lull her to sleep. It was powerful, but tame. His hands had been so warm.
The Dark Lady, eyes closed, sat cross legged in her quarters aboard the small transport ship. In her minds eye, she recalled his face. The slipping details enraged her. His eyes... his eyes were... dark... black. NO! They were brown.
She brought to mind their last embrace before his departure. She had been standing on a balcony at the Temple. She had been denying her feelings ever since he'd told her he was going away. She had closed her eyes at the feeling of him as he approached behind her. Those warm, strong arms encircled her, protecting as always. She'd leaned her head back, his breath along her neck raising her flesh. He was always so warm.
Renata let that warmth envelop her in that small cabin. She breathed it in, could almost feel his arms. They held her tight... too... she could not move. The warmth swelled, burned. His eyes were... black. She could not move. He was gone. Replaced by...
"ARGH!"
Renata's eyes flashed open and her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. When those eyes finally came into focus, they rested on a figured, sprawled on the floor before where she sat. He was young, his skin a rusty orange, the horns atop his head were only just beginning to show signs of maturity. This Zabrak, had she even bothered to learn his name?, quickly rose to his knees and lowered his head before her.
"Apologies, Mistress. I know you asked not to be disturbed."
"And yet here you are..." Renata clamped down her emotions, dawning her mantle of ice cold indifference as she watched the youth squirm under her gaze.
"There has been a malfunction in the engines. The hyper drive will not function."
"Then scan for the nearest military patrol and dock for repairs. We have not left Sith space."
"Mistress, no patrols appeared on the scanners. Only a small space station."
"Then dock there, you fool!" Was he such an imbecile?
"We have docked, Mistress. They ask for the captain." His eyes raised timidly, she could see his fear. With the force, she stoked it as she stood, never losing eye contact.
"Secure the repairs." Nodding, he stood, biting his lip. "Next time," she said as he had turned to leave, "begin with where we are. Don't make me guess."
"Yes, Mistress."
She gathered her hooded cloak and exited the ship onto the space station. Though it was small, the Teek'Sa station could dock a respectable number of ships, and seemed to house a decent population. Renata did not know of the place, and so was cautious as she moved about the station. She felt... something here, but could not place what. The Zabrak initiate found the station's mechanic, named Jargo, and began to negotiate the repairs. Renata's eye was drawn to a stall where a woman bartered garments and jewelry she made to the traders who stopped at the station.
She wandered nearer, enticed by a flowing silk dress hanging at the corner of the stall. It was cool and smooth to the touch, light as air. Just the feel of it soothed her mind. She did so like nice things.
"Might have made that dress for you, ma'am. If I might be so bold, I'd say it would fit you like skin."
"At the right price, I'm sure you are correct."
"I've asked others for one-fifty. But I can see it should be yours. I could part with it for one hundred. Would be a loss... but..." Renata's eyes connected with the old woman's. She loved fine things, but she hated being sold to.
"I will give you seventy." She produced the credits and placed them in the woman's hand. Still holding her eyes, she took the dress from the rack and turned away.
"Mistress." Renata was smiling as she fell into step next to the Zabrak. She had been merciful, had paid the woman when she could have so easily killed. She was a merciful mistress.
"He says it will take five days. He awaits a shipment of parts necessary for the repairs." She stopped. She was angry. She was a wrathful mistress. Her eyes burned into his. But the dress was cool and smooth in her hands. She didn't want to tarnish it with striking him.
She pressed ahead of the initiate. Five days? It was unacceptable! She had sent word to Gabriella and Zarene to meet with her at the Temple on Korriban. Fuming, she entered her cabin once again. Hanging the dress aside, she stepped from her robes to shower.
Unlike other ships that housed only sonic showers, the cabin aboard this ship boasted a hot water shower, which Renata found much more refreshing. Once clean, dry, and much more relaxed, she tried her new dress for size.
A deep red, the dress' hem grazed the floor. It was backless, with a plunging neckline. Held in place about the middle with a dark maroon sash, it clung to her figure. The top was secured around the neck, the fabric of the straps falling light down to the middle of her back. The old woman might have only been trying for a sell, but this dress did indeed fit her like a second skin. Renata studied her reflection in a mirror, approved, then left the ship in search of mischief.
She left her cloak behind, along with one of her lightsabers. In such garb, there was only really one way to conceal a weapon. Two was out of the question. The shoto saber would suffice. The slit in the side of the dress ventured high enough that should she need quick access to the blade, it would not prove too difficult. But she doubted she would need it. Not here, in the middle of seemingly nowhere. Though there was that tingle at the back of her mind, something... familiar?
The station housed a cantina, and little else as a means to pass the time. And so it was to the cantina that she went. It was small, dark, and carried with it and air of depression. But as she entered, a Twi'lek female fled, her fear leaving a wide wake behind her. Renata smiled, relishing the feeling as she sat down at the bar, a few seats away from a Rodian who seemed about to pass out.
The Bothan bartender approached and Renata ordered a glass of wine to match her fine new dress. As it was served, she pulled her hair back from where it usually hung, wild, around her shoulders. The smoke was heavy here, making the small space warm, almost uncomfortable. In a few swift motion, she tamed the fiery waves with a clip in a messy pile at the back of her head. With it up off of her neck, she felt much more comfortable. The few tresses that fell around her face did not bother her.
The wine was strong, but also sweet. It danced on her tongue and warmed her throat. Renata closed her eyes and breathed in the smoke and the wine. Such an ordinary place, yet she felt divine. Funny how a new dress could change a woman's mood.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Feb 9, 2011 11:46:39 GMT -5
A small red button on the datapad in Eurachis's hand soon found itself depressed under a large thumb as the screen shifted into a graph littered with statistics and logistics. As Iniquitous had suggested, Taris was indeed brimming with possibilities and the list of reasons to acquire it for the Sith was growing by the week. The expansion was going well at least, but it seemed the financial presence in the markets, kept alive by the aristocrats scattered throughout the outer rim and littered on Muunilinst, was waning. Seems they would need a reminder, and quickly, before word of this got back to republic. Eurachis understood war and battle well enough to know that a lack of financing was the same as having no training or weapons to defend yourself with in a fight.
He made a scrunched face of disapproval accompanied by a hearty exhalation, sounding mostly like a sigh of annoyance. Resting the datapad on the table in front of him, the Dark Lord sipped down the rest of his ale, checking the time on his chrono. As if being wrenched from his relaxed reality, a think wave of confidence slammed against the walls of the bar and the air turned a familiar shade of tense. He swiveled in his chair to glance at the bar, and like a ravenous kath hound glaring at its next meal, his gaze centered on woman at the bar.
"Oh whats this now...," he said, centering his focus on the woman in the red dress. twisting his neck as he pivoted his chin sideways. Similar to how a dog confused by a something in front of it would teeter its head back and forth, Eurachis widened his eyes and took several different look at different angles. That hair....and that skin tone. The build was definitely the same.
Reaching over, the Dark Lord slid his finger down the screen of the datapad, hit 3-4 keys, then slipped it into his inner robe pocket. Keeping his attention locked on the woman from behind, trailing down her back and slowly working his way back up again, he moved out of the boot. His hand ran across the table and grabbed the mug. Staring at the bar now, he saw Shorrel the Bothan standing before her speaking with her as he approached. The Bothan looked up for a second and met eyes with Eurachis. He smiled, that same Bothan smile they all had that screamed amusement but only gave away what seemed like a piqued interest. He turned to the shelf, discontinuing his chat with the lady in red, and proceeded to grab a bottle before heading to the other end of the bar to refill and shoot the breeze with other space rats.
Rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck once or twice, and taking a brief breath, Eurachis strode forwards to the counter. Sliding past the woman, the man slipped two fingers up her back letting them walk smoothly up to her neck, then taking a seat as she would turn to stare no doubt. He wouldn't turn his body towards her just yet, but his eyes shifted left to stare at her, while his lips curled up into a smile.
"And so the prodigal cat, chases the mouse, an animalistic phenomenon I've always found entertaining. Back for another taste I assume? Was the bite you had in the sanctum so overwhelming you had to cure this insatiable urge by coming back for more? It's a most interesting site seeing you here like this...a humorous yet, most welcome of happenings, my dear Renata. I'll save you the 'come here often' if you include me in on what it is you're doing here on Teek'Sa my Dark Lady"
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Post by Meira on Feb 9, 2011 12:25:48 GMT -5
Her first glass didn't last long. She drank it greedily. But the bar tender was attentive and obliged her thirst with a second glass of the blood red concoction. This time, she savored each sip, her tongue dancing across her lips to recapture any drop that might have dared to linger.
"This must be your first visit to Teek'Sa, am I right?" the Bothan asked, leaning against the bar across from her. Renata smiled at him, her eyes dancing.
"What gave me away?"
"I would remember a face like your's miss. We don't come by many quite like it." Renata released a quiet laughter as the Bothan topped off her glass again. Had she finished it so quickly?"
"That's enough for now, I think." she said. He nodded back to her, then his eyes were drawn upward to something behind her. She was not versed in Bothan expressions, but there was a look in the bartender's eye that brought a curiosity to her mind. What was he looking at? The Bothan nodded again, then turned away to tend to other customers. It wasn't a what, it was a who.
Resisting the urge to turn around, Renata allowed her senses to venture out around her. Within moments, a presence vastly different than that of the more pathetic beings within the cantina became overwhelmingly obvious. Strong in the force, and in the dark side, his presence burned like... Could it be?
A sudden contact on her back nearly caused the Dark Lady to jump, but she managed to keep her seat, and her calm. Though, the sensation had left a shiver in her skin. The being sat down next to her at the bar. by now, she did not need her eyes, nor her ears, to confirm who he was. But she looked at him anyway, her eyes a mixture of reproach and pleasant surprise. He spoke, in a fashion typical of himself. Renata couldn't help but smile at the words. He would so have loved to know that she'd come chasing him.
"I never thought I'd live to see the day that the great Darth Eurachis likened himself to a mouse." she said before putting her lips to her glass for another heavenly sip of wine. "But it was not desire that brought me here. My ship is in need of repairs. I'm sorry to disappoint you. Though I suppose that, since I apparently got your hopes up..." she took another sip of the wine, licking her lips before turning her eyes back on him. "...the least I could do is offer to buy you another drink?''
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Feb 9, 2011 13:32:33 GMT -5
The smile churned slowly into a blank gaze, betrayed by her ego-puncturing comment. Though he was used to her verbal lashings by now, and he had a myriad of confidence to draw on. Hands slid forwards to clamp softly around the empty glass she held. sliding his hand over her own, he slowly slid the glass free of her grasp. Pulling the cup free, he brought it back to himself and raised it to his nose, sniffing the wine. Cocking an eyebrow at the stench, he lowered the glass back to the counter and made a short chuckle.
"heh.. And exactly HOW much of this have you had?" Eurachis leaned his body against the counter smiling as he looked into her eyes. licking his lips he pondered his options. "woah woah woah...YOU want to buy ME a drink? I don't think a woman has ever bought me a drink... haha. I'm not so certain you need another glass my lady...I'd hate to see what benign thoughts you come up with when further inebriated. I might even venture so far as to say I'd be scared of the prospect." laughing playfully he straightened his body to face her entirely now, with one elbow on the counter, his head rested snug in the opened hand.
"If you must, by all means... Correllian ale seems to be doing the job." He smiled again signaling the Bothan with his free arm. "So, you're not here for pleasure..." He purposely let the word linger saying it slowly, allowing it roll off his tongue. "..could have fooled me with a dress like that.." He eyed her up and down again, before returning his gaze to her face. A strong leg moved slowly across the ground slinking its way up Renata's stool till it stopped on a bar that ran between two of the pegs...and her legs.
"Have you eaten? An empty stomach with a drink like that-- " Eurachis nodded at the empty wine glass, "--well, never mind. The food here is kind of.... not what you'd be looking for. No offense Shorrel" The Bothan smirked and grabbed both of their glasses to refill them as he approached.
The Dark Lord leaned in a bit closer, boyish smile and all. "With Felucia now handled I can return to the Temple when the maintenance on my ship is done. Guess I should tell the initiates not expect you for a few days." He jested playfully as he turned to wrap his hand around his new mug of ale. Taking a sip he relaxed back against the bar and swallowed.
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Post by Meira on Feb 9, 2011 14:08:51 GMT -5
She could feel her skin warming, a sure sign that her drink was doing the trick. The flush was subtle, but deliciously wonderful. How many HAD she had? Just the two? Yes... just the two. She watched Eurachis as he puzzled out her offer, rolling her eyes as he spoke. He could have fooled her. She'd taken him for the type that enjoyed his women well inebriated.
"I might even venture so far as to say I'd be scared of the prospect."
She let out a sudden burst of laughter at that, her head falling backward in amusement. "And here I'd taken you for such a mighty little mouse!" she said, her now free hands resting on either elbow atop the bar.
"So, you're not here for pleasure... could have fooled me with a dress like that.."
Renata straightened her spine, turning herself more toward Eurachis as if to give him a better view. All the while her smile spoke of mischief. His leg encroached and she giggled. Adjusting her own legs, she wiggled one free and crossed it over the other, removing his from such a prominent position, but at the same time providing a consolation. Crossing her legs had caused the slit in her dress to fall open, revealing a good portion of her long leg beneath.
"Do you like it?" she asked, her grin growing even more wicked. "I found it here and had to have it. It was the first happy surprise I found in this dreary place." She gave him a wink as the bartender returned to serve them once again.
Eurachis mentioned food and her stomach gave a slight rumble. It had been a while since she'd last eaten. But he qualified his question just as quickly, discouraging the bar's food. She accepted her drink from the Bothan as Eurachis leaned in then.
"Guess I should tell the initiates not expect you for a few days." Then mention of her ship woes was not a welcome thought. She drank from her glass and Eurachis leaned back to do the same. She didn't want to stay here. Five DAYS! She would go mad! There had to be some other way...
"You just might have to." she said, setting the glass down. "A shame too. I had important business to see to. Instead I'll be here, all alone." She heaved a small sigh, glancing around the dismal cantina before looking back to Eurachis, her eyes an exaggerated mock of sadness.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Feb 26, 2011 13:31:32 GMT -5
A smile, complimented by a subtle roll of the eyes caused a low growl in the strong man as he sipped down the last few ounces of his ale before turning to stare with a smirk. Fingers settled on the counter and slowly yet, rhythmically, rung out against the bar knocking like a drum beat. furrowing his brow in a mocking look at an attempt to make her laugh he stood up, rising closely to her figure. His hand slipped from the counter to his waist, hanging loosely until with smooth conviction, it swayed outwards and extended openly in her direction. An invitation to both stand up and follow him was waiting cordially for her not but a foot or so from her chest.
A clearly exaggerated huff was trailed by a soft tone, "I guess it can't be helped can it..fly back with me. Besides... I'm rather confident in my ability to whip something up to eat leagues better then the train wreck to your body you'd be facilitating by eating here..."
He trailed for a second pausing briefly... his eyes caught the attention of back and neckline. From where he'd been sitting he was only able to see her side profile and for a few seconds, her chest , when she'd twisted to face him. His eyes wandered, traveling down her back and back up to her neck where it was bare and hiding behind her hair. He almost slurred his words for a second before catching himself and continuing.
"B-But... if you decide to ride along, your beguiling nature might get you into more trouble than you can handle.." His eyes centered on her gaze as she would turn to indulge his request for attention. If at all he intended to coat his words or appear charming, this was the moment. "Can you handle being alone in a cramped ship for about the length of a weekend? Should I be concerned about your well being?"
He remained steadfast, locked in step as he waited for her to elegantly rise and take his hand....or so he hoped she'd take his hand. Though he was acutely aware that Renata was likely to stand and walk away leaving behind some ego-puncturing remark before poking fun at him for not following her quickly enough back to his ship.
He tilted his head to the side just slightly as he let his smile linger in an honest attempt at charming, unlike his normal predatorial-flirtatious persona.
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Post by Meira on Mar 3, 2011 19:40:38 GMT -5
She allowed her attention to drift back to the glass of wine. A subtle motion in her wrist allowing the blood red liquid to swirl in the glass. She brought it to her lips as he drummed his fingers on the bar. As she sipped, she allowed him a sideways glance.
His features were far less threatening than they usually were. If she didn't know better, Renata might have thought them to be genuine. But that couldn't be. She'd never seen any sort of evidence to show that Eurachis was ever genuine. Except, maybe, for when he was angry.
She set the glass back down as he suddenly, but smoothly rose to his feet. He extended his hand along with an offer. As he spoke, Renata looked up at his, resting her cheek on her hand, her smile full of amusement at his words. Sure, he'd like for her to think that such an offer was a major imposition, but his smile belied his swagger. Then he paused for a moment, and she could feel his eyes upon her. Her amused smile contorted into a wicked grin as he spoke again.
"B-But... if you decide to ride along, your beguiling nature might get you into more trouble than you can handle.."
"I can handle all sorts of trouble." she replied, resisting the urge to wink.
"Can you handle being alone in a cramped ship for about the length of a weekend? Should I be concerned about your well being?"
She took his hand then, sliding her slender fingers across his palm. Using his arm only slightly to support herself, she stood, allowing the side of her body to graze against his hand and forearm. Now standing mere inches in front of him, she lowered her voice just enought that he might have to strain slightly to hear her words.
"Save your concern." she said, her eyes closing slightly as she spoke. "I can handle myself in a tight spot..."
She turned, pausing with her back to his chest just long enough to remember what had happened last time they'd stood this way. She stepped away then, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were electric with the energy that hummed inside of her. The alcohol was warming her blood, making her bold enough to act where she might, when fully sober, only laughed him off.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jun 15, 2011 11:28:28 GMT -5
There was no hiding the fact that following a seductress so blindly, as Eurachis had many times in his youth, was never a step in the right direction. However, the intrigue...so disastrously paired with excitement yielded by promiscuous adventures was enough to drive any man into blissful ignorance. Ignorantly following a women into a dark alley or back to a low lit apartment commonly ended in mugging, extortion, and an occasional murder. On the other hand, the adventure goes well, in some cases too well.... and blissfully ignorant bastard finds himself strapped to a lifetime of child support, or press-ganged into a humiliating doctor visit to cure an unsightly disease transmitted in the very act they sought to achieve in following such a temptress.
But....
With age comes refinement; in such transformations, bridled with a discipline unmarred by the corruptions of ones growth into a vast sea of power, one learns to foresee danger and confront or avoid it before a complete and 'unavoidable' manifestation. Paramount to the growth in Eurachis, was his keen ability to quickly analyze a situation and measure how much trouble was coming his way... yielding ample time to successfully prepare. On many an occasion, such a feat had saved his life, and avoided countless bad incursions with the opposite sex. That being said, however, nothing could have prepared him for the insatiable urge that this dark lady he was following, had induced. Like a magnet he was stuck gravitating towards her intoxicating yet soothing aroma. He struggled to remain in charge of his emotions, shaking his head muttering bewilderment under his breath. Curse this woman for vexing me so...
Tightening his enclosed fist, his nostrils flared for a brief second until, like an emergency memorandum, his hold of the situation, his grasp of what could possibly transpire... relaxed. The tense mess previously hacking away at the confused, but curious, dark lord ceased. He knew the way to achieve the upper hand in this game. This challenge of wits and endurance, sanctioned by the competitive spirit as well as the sexual interest in both of them. He knew it now.... that while she vexed him.... he could just as easily melt her icy facade with charm and a soft touch.
A wide grin appeared as the epiphany spread from his mind to the rest of his body. He followed close behind reflecting on his thoughts, watching her form move fluidly with each step towards the hangar.
As the approached the bay doors, he closed the gap and stepped in front of her, extending a hand toward a now lit up terminal. Quickly inputting the passcode, he swiveled around on the ball of his feet, leaning in close enough to make her uncomfortable. "It's not a luxury yacht --so don't get your hopes up--... and it's not a military transport..." Eurachis's voice trailed off as the doors swooshed open to reveal the ship, a boarding ramp now lowering to grant access. "and while it's not the most spacious of ships, it can easily break through any military blockade and do so undetected. Probably not as hoighty-toighty as you're used to... but oh well." He laughed as he turned to quickly relay commands on his datapad, to which the ships engines flared into life, and all the onboard lights and computers engaged.
Taking three steps briskly up the ramp, he pivoted his chest, grabbed hold of one of the support beams, and extended a hand for Renata to grab hold of as the ship began to slowly but surely lift a few feet off the ground. "Watch your step.... my lady."His grin was wider than ever.
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Post by Meira on Jun 18, 2011 13:52:47 GMT -5
Renata's senses stayed keenly focused on Eurachis as they moved through the space station toward the hangar bays. She could feel his frustration, and his amusement, as if it were her own. It was almost enough to make her lick her lips in satisfaction. She had him. This time, their game was moving in her own favor. But she had to be careful. It was all too easy to remember what had happened when they'd taken the game just a step too far. The thought sent a cold trickle down her spine.
They reached the correct hangar, as indicated by Eurachis stepping around her to open the doors. As they did, he leaned close, a little too close, to speak and Renata found herself holding her breath. She knew she'd been having an effect on him. But she'd be lying if she tried to deny that he too was affecting her. And how could he not? Eurachis was a handsome man. His eyes, dark and brooding, pierced. His voice, his candor, his charm; all of these things were well practiced and wielded with a formidable confidence. And what was more, he had the strong, rugged look going for him. It was completely natural to find one's self attracted to such obviously desirable genetic traits.
"It's not a luxury yacht --so don't get your hopes up--... and it's not a military transport... and while it's not the most spacious of ships, it can easily break through any military blockade and do so undetected. Probably not as hoighty-toighty as you're used to... but oh well."
"I wonder how it is that you've come to assume so much about me?" Renata's eyes met his, a hint of annoyance apparent. It wasn't the first time he'd made assumptions about her. But he knew nothing. And it would do her well to ignore his comments. Such things, however, were often easier said than done.
Still fuming inwardly, Renata took Eurachis' offered hand as she moved to step onto the ramp. Unexpectedly, the ship began to rise, causing her to lose her balance. She stumbled forward, straight into Eurachis and was clutching his arms with her hands before her mind could think the better of it.
"Watch your step.... my lady."
His grin was as infuriating as ever. With a huff, Renata pulled away and moved up the rest of the ramp into the ship. Eurachis hadn't been lying when he said it was small. She wouldn't admit it to him, but she was not, in fact, accustomed to traveling in a ship quite so small as this. But she would survive. Quickly, she found a comm terminal and sent a message to the Zabrak initiate, ordering him to stay with her ship and bring it to the temple once repairs were finished.
With that task finished, Renata was becoming aware that the light, fuzzy feeling from the alcohol was wearing off. This brought with it a realization of what she was doing. She was now, essentially, trapped on a tiny ship with a man that was both repulsive and alluring. She'd been all bravado after a few glasses of wine, but how would she feel after a night's rest? She had a sinking feeling that she was going to regret taking Eurachis up on his offer.
But there was nothing for it now. The ship was too small to avoid him, so all Renata could do was face Eurachis head on. "Please tell me you have something to drink on this ship..."
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jun 21, 2011 12:19:40 GMT -5
A smile gave way to shock as the Dark lady slipped and tumbled forward while attempting to board the craft. rotating his wrist and bending at the knee he caught her and slid her down his arm until she was against him. The previously playful composure had switched into a careful and perhaps worried look... if only for a second. His hand tightened against her back as he slowly raised the two of them up back into a standing position. He mumbled something like, " are you OK?" but she had ignored him. Whether it was from embarrassment or from thinking he'd done it on purpose he recoiled at the prospect that he'd offended her.
She moved past him, swiftly entering the ship where she noticed, he indeed was not lying----it was going to be tight. He'd always traveled light. Furthermore, outside of his sister Veera, and the flicker of feelings he'd had for Rhissai before he killed her, there was nothing that had ever tied him down.
Hands slipped to the console on the door as it shut slowly behind him while he followed her up the ramp. methodically, his thumb depressed two green buttons; a shining bright, bluish hue flooded into the small corridor. The ship was sealed now, and he could hear the metal hangar bay doors screeching as they opened. A few seconds later the engines burst to life and the ship rocketed out into space, headed for Korriban.
"please tell me you have something to drink on this ship"
He laughed quietly to himself as he weaved through the ship, stopping at a fork in the path that went towards the cockpit in one direction, and towards the kitchen and sleeping quarters in the other. slowly curving his head around the corner he stared at her, letting his eyes linger up on her for a moment as he remained silent. Finally he blinked, closing his eyes and turned to look away, down towards the floor. "yeah i have something.... it's mostly for celebrations though."
He sauntered slowly around the corner, making his way slowly past her. He turned as he cross the threshold in which she stood, raising a hand softly as he looked upon her eyes, brushing her hair back over her ear. He let his thumb caress her cheek affectionately and then quickly, before she could stir and make a comment or look to him for an answer, he pulled away and moved into the kitchen.
"Are we.... celebrating something?" a large hand pulled open a cabinet door, and grabbed two fist sized cylindrical glasses, resting them slowly on a small round table. Turning behind him, he reached down, under what looked like a sink, and returned with a dark purple bottle, wreathed in a golden ribbon, containing large yet foreign pink lettering. It hadn't been opened. "A gift.... from a long since dead client of ours. His mind was in the right place when he purchased a cask of these from Nar shadaa... but in the wrong place when he sought to jeopardize our hold of Dantooine." Gripping the kneck of the bottle, he rested his thumb on the little stub that stuck out from the top opening. Applying pressure, it quickly popped, flying forward and falling to the floor. A bit of foam shuffled upwards and leaked over the top, running down his hand. He huffed and pursed his lips mockingly in her direction.
"So? Are we celebrating something Renata?"
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Post by Meira on Jun 21, 2011 19:25:13 GMT -5
She didn't like the way he was looking at her; as if he wanted to speak but thought the better of it. She wanted to turn away from him, but couldn't. She could never let her guard down around him. She'd done that once before, and she never wanted to be in that position again. She'd never be able to say so out loud, but Eurachis scared her. Not in the conventional sense, however. Eurachis created in Renata a fear of herself, of her own will... or lack thereof.
He finally spoke, then moved past her toward the kitchen area. He paused in the doorway where she stood. His hand moving to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. A nervous pain gripped Renata's chest at the touch of his hand. The skin where his thumb moved along her cheek felt both ice cold and scalding hot. She wanted to grab his wrist and twist it until the bone broke through the skin. How DARE he!. But she didn't. She couldn't. Once again Eurachis had somehow managed to paralyze her.
Her jaw clenched and eyes glared toward him. But Eurachis did not meet her gaze. Instead, he moved on as if what he'd done had been perfectly natural. Forgettable even. Renata remained in place, her body rigid and her spine tingling, unable to forget the feel of his hand against her cheek. Soft. His touch had been soft.
His voice awoke her from her paralysis and Renata took a deep breath to compose herself as he explained the origins of the drink he was opening.
"So? Are we celebrating something Renata?"
His expression held that mocking tone making Renata feel, oddly enough, more comfortable. She knew how to counter this Eurachis. Stepping forward, She took one of the glasses from the table and held it out for him to pour. As he filled the other, she pondered his question.
"How about... serendipity? I have to admit that it was most fortunate you were at that space station when I arrived. You no doubt saved me from maddening tedium and, as a result, saved the lives of all those aboard."
She lifted the glass for the toast, then downed the drink. It was sweet, dry, and fizzy; delicious. She held the glass toward Eurachis and waited for him to pour another. She wasn't sure how this trip would go, but she was now bent on being inebriated through it's entirety.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Jun 28, 2011 14:54:11 GMT -5
A raised eyebrow said everything, playful acceptance and childish amusement. He watched as she swished the liquid down her throat and came back for more. He couldn't tell if she was afraid of him, and trying to combat her fear with liquid courage, or if she was simply so disinterested in the situation that she needed alcohol to ensure she manage her sanity. Either way, he wasn't going to argue with her drinking herself to an early grave. However, he also wasn't going to sit idly by and not join in on what could possibly be a remarkable revisit to their unique relationship. He grabbed his glass, and chugged it all down too. He laughed as a burp escaped his mouth and he had to laughingly cover his mouth with a guilty yet humorous look.
"To serendipity then..." he mimicked. Reaching forwards he refilled her glass, once....twice..three times before the bottle finally neared empty. He himself had two more full cups as well.
His eyes centered on her dress, and slowly moved down it as his lips pressed together tightly in what looked of a facial expression riddled with deep thought. A short exhalation of air escaped those tight lips as he leaned to the side with his back to the bar, elbow on the surface supporting his head as he smiled at her quietly.
"hmmm as far as foo--ood goes.." He hiccuped and burst out laughing, clutching tightly at his stomach as he stumbled towards what seemed to be a food processor. adjacent to the processor was a small powered cabinet, within which he pulled out a decadent looking pastry. among the cream and breading their was a bit of fruit, all of which was drizzled in a sticky sweet red sauce. He lay the treat on the bar, and pulled a knife out of a nearby drawer. slicing two pieces off the side, he slipped one into his mouth and groaned, mockingly a wonderfully sweet desert bliss. "oohhh far better then it looks... trust me."
With two of his fingers he gently picked up the other bite slowly moving around the bar and closing the distance between them. with a handful of inches between them he leaned forward and lifted his hand closer to her mouth encouragingly, nodding and smiling at the piece of pastry enclosed in his fingers.
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Post by Meira on Jul 5, 2011 9:15:24 GMT -5
So quickly, one glass became two, then three. The fourth was little more than a sip, but she savored it. She might not have ever had many good words that she could put toward Eurachis, but Renata could not deny that the man had good tastes.
As that splendid feeling of warmth and levity spread through her body once more, Renata's features relaxed. Her shoulders released their rigid posture and hung loosely from her torso, her hips swayed a little more when she moved, and on her face, the corners of those thin lips were beginning to betray a smile.
Leaning against the counter opposite of her host, Renata watched as Eurachis fumbled for the food he'd promised her. Her head tilted to the side, and after a few moments, she became aware of an uncomfortable tightness at the back of her head where her hair had been pulled up. Reaching lazily with one of her hands, she unclasped the clip and the wild waves of fire fell to her shoulders. The clip was abandoned on the counter as Renata's hand moved through her tresses a few times.
Eurachis turned then, approaching with a decadent looking morsel of pastry. It was no meal, but it looked delicious. Once again, Eurachis placed himself decidedly close to her. This near, Renata was forced to tilt her head upward, lest she want to converse with his chest. But she would do no conversing, it seemed. He held the bit of pastry just in front of her mouth. Her eyes moved between his and his hand a few times.
Once again, Renata found her breath to be coming in quiet, shallow pants. She realized though, that it was not fear that gripped her when he stood so close, not exactly. A nervousness, for sure, but it carried with it a sort of thrill. This, of course, was dangerous for a woman such as Renata. Thrill, of any sort, was almost an addiction for her. And now, with the effects of many drinks running through her veins, her ability to resist was weakening.
Pushing away from the counter with her hands, Renata leaned forward. Tilting her chin upwards just slightly, she opened her mouth and closed it again around the offered pastry. As she pulled back, her lips lingered just slightly on Eurachis' index finger, her eyes seeking to connect with his just as the contact was broken.
She closed her eyes then, reveling in the sweet flavor of the pastry. She chewed and savored it slowly before swallowing. Her eyes opened lazily and she smiled as she once again pushed herself away from the counter. Her body brushed against his as she moved past him, to the counter where he'd left the plate. Long, thin fingers plucked a slice of fruit from the arrangement. It too was a study in sweet bliss. She sampled another before turning back to her host.
"Divine." she said, her eyes only half open and a wide smile across her lips.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Aug 12, 2011 15:54:10 GMT -5
Eurachis's lingering grin widened quietly, masking his desires yet revealing his heightened interest. Dark eyes danced across her body, basking in her beauty, even in such an inebriated form the dark lady's elegance did not falter.
The single light in the kitchen, hanging steadily above the bar, shined a dim light down on the two them as it swayed slightly while the ship moved through the desolate space around them. Pulling his eyes off her, Eurachis turned his face away, looking at the chronometer..counting the seconds of silence between them. His tongue slipped out over his lips, wetting them quickly before receding back to its origin. Finally he cleared his throat and turned back to face Renata, walking slowly over to wear she was standing.
She was being quite playful now...more so than he gave her credit for. She had really surprised him with her latest display of torture. Teasing him. A cold shiver had run up his spine when she finally pulled her mouth away from his finger, one he normally only felt in the climax of a heated battle. He'd gave a short exhalation, accompanied by a shallow laugh...or what sounded like one that started and ended promptly....unexpectedly.
his steps slowed as he approached her, his teeth biting softly on his lower lip for the briefest of seconds before he closed the gap between them. His hands slid out to either side of her, planted firmly and flat on the bar, closing off her escape. The two of them had been dancing back and forth on a very thin line, and she'd finally crossed it. He was going in for the kill.... the game was over, and he had won.
His body pressed up against hers, pushing her slightly against the bar. His eyes locked with hers as he began to whisper to her. "My dear sister... I confess, you are a worthy adversary in this game of cat and mouse..though i feel like you are beginning to lose focus. In fact..." he moved his face closer, giving her the impression he was going to kiss her, but instead he ducked downwards, bringing his lips to bear along her neck, moving down slowly as he continued to speak. "It must be quite difficult resisting me as you do.... but i don't think you can hold on for much longer." His lips stopped caressing her skin and moved up towards her face, sweeping over her skin like a soft brush. His lips stopped in front of hers, his breathing remained shallow, and his eyes did not look anywhere else but into her own. Eurachis's voice was raspy, but deep, as he worded his last remark...
"I know you want me Renata...Take it.."
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Post by Meira on Aug 16, 2011 10:52:58 GMT -5
The ship moved; a subtle rocking, a slight vibration in the hull, the hum of the engines the only signs that they made any progress at all through the vacuum of space. The fact, of course, was that they were propelled at speeds faster than light. A dizzying concept, considering the quiet of the ship. Or perhaps it was just the wine. Or perhaps... it was him.
Whatever the cause, Renata felt the effects. Her core felt warm, as if stoked by a gentle fire. Her skin prickled and rose as if a chill had passed over it. Her eyes, heavily lidded, were slightly dilated, and though her every muscle felt warm and relaxed, her heart raced. The near stillness of the ship, at such deathly speeds; the silence between herself and Eurachis, amidst an energy that threatened to spark and consume them both; the balance of chaos and control was close to driving her mad.
Yet she stood, swaying ever so slightly with the ship. And he moved closer once again. Her lazy smile stretched farther across her lips as her barely open eyes stared their continued challenge toward the dark man. But too late, she realized something was different this time. His hands planted onto the counter on either side of her. His body pressed close.
Renata straightened and her eyes widened as that creeping sensation made its way up her spine. So similar to what she'd been feeling this whole time, but with one dangerous difference. This was not thrill, this was fear. It caught the air in her throat, refusing to allow her a voice as his lips and words danced across the skin of her neck. She resisted the weakness in her knees, leaning more of her weight against the counter. She would not let him do this to her. She could not...
"I know you want me Renata...Take it.."
His face was there, she could feel his breath on her cheek. His eyes had locked onto hers and with a mixture of anger and resignation, she could not look away. Her hands, gripping the edge of the counter behind her back turned white-knuckled as she struggled to stay standing... to not...
"I don't... I-" Her voice was broken, barely more than a whisper and it wavered. She stared at him for an endless moment, her jaw slack and her lips parted just slightly. Did she? In that moment, her mind was a whirl of images. Of Jahn, of Eurachis, of the dark man from so many years before. His hand was extended toward her, all the wonders of the galaxy offered in his open palm. And his words...
"Take my hand and I will give it all to you. Take it."
And the spark flared.
Renata pushed herself forward, her lips connecting with Eurachis'. In that moment, she delved into that passion, that desire for more. For everything that had ever been denied her, that she'd ever denied herself. Her hands took hold of his head, fingers digging into skin and hair as she lost herself in the sensation of his lips.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Dec 27, 2011 13:53:55 GMT -5
It was quick, like the flash of light one sees for the briefest of seconds on a dark rainy day right as the lightning streaks towards the ground and then rebounds, fading into nothingness. The walls creaked softly as the constant thrumming of the engines set the mood.
The cold air of the kitchen compartment sent shivers along the skin, arching the hairs on the back of both of their necks. The tension that had been building up, for hours...days...months even, had finally coalesced and spilled over and out of the tight jars they had both been hiding away their feelings in.
Hands gripped the back of his head, and fingers trailed through his hair. He felt the flutter of anxiousness and uncertainty within her as she quickly deciphered what he said, mulled over it in her mind...twisting and turning it as if playing tug-o-war with herself over the matter, before coming to a conclusion. She swallowed her feelings and moved to end the silly game they were playing, pressing her lips to his with such ferocity and passion.
Darth Renata could not have been any more intoxicating in this moment, and the dark lord could not help but give in to her.... to submit himself to her desires, which now probably aligned perfectly with his own.
Eurachis swept his hands around her waist, holding her tight against his chest careful not to pull his lips away from hers. He let kiss continue as he slowly picked her up and swung her legs around him. He teetered for the slightest of seconds, catching his balance and then he had her.
Turning on his heel he moved toward the kitchen wall-- his balance was no longer an issue but his orientation was--- he couldn't remember which way was towards the hallway so he just rushed forwards in a random direction. He pushed her back up against a wall, letting his right palm anchor them steadily as his left held her close.
He broke from her lips only to say one thing...
"I guess.... we'll call it......... a draw."
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Post by Meira on Feb 1, 2012 19:20:18 GMT -5
((Several hours later... >.>))
Her head ached. It was a dull throb that kept perfect cadence with her heartbeat. She'd opened her eyes, but immediately regretted it. There wasn't much light, but what was there made her vision swirl and her stomach give an uneasy lurch. She closed her eyes again quickly before she was even able to get her bearings.
She was lying down, that much was certain, on her stomach. She was in a bed, not uncomfortable, but she felt so heavy, as if her torso had been filled with lead. Her right arm was pinned under her body, so she moved her left. With it, she could feel the side of the bed and the soft sheets that were covering her. Her left leg was next, then she moved her right...
Her toe glanced against something solid and she froze, her eyes shooting open with surprise only to close again in pain. After a moment, Renata consciously managed her breathing and forced herself to take stock of what she could remember about how she'd gotten into such a sorry state. The details were fuzzy and seemed all jumbled without order. But there was one constant... him.
No no no no... please no. Renata thought to herself as she tried to turn her head. She only made it part way until she had to stop, her face flattened in the pillow, to allow the pain to subside. Please, no. she continued, but her senses were strengthening and she now realized why she felt so heavy. She tried to convince herself that it wasn't his arm draped across her back, that the slow rhythmic breathing wasn't coming from his lips.
She turned her head farther, practically praying to be wrong. A few moments passed before she could force her eyes open.
"Dammit." was all she managed before the pain forced her eyes closed once again.
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Post by Necro Stormborn on Feb 11, 2012 22:12:39 GMT -5
Something warm, as unspecific and vague as that can be, lent itself to the oddly comforting feeling of awakening in his private bed, as he'd done so many times before. However, this time was different... the warm feeling wasn't coming from within and the slight wisp of wind blowing through the air vents signified that the automated temperature regulator was still functioning.
Why is it so warm.... ?
While he was thinking on that, a sudden rush of pain crashed down into his head bringing with it the unique discomfort that accompanies the dehydration brought on by a night of drinking. An excruciating throbbing of the head....pain best described by the physical response one would feel with a pack of jawas clanging hammers against the inside of one's cranium.
Eurachis winced in agony for a second before inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm his nerves and ease the twinge of suffering. As he did this he slid his leg up and away against the sheets, realizing he was lying on his side....-- and then he felt something brush against his leg as it moved; it was something organic.... something fleshy... something humanoid, and it was warm.
curious eyes opened to look upon the scene, and immediately shut closed as an enormous smirk replaced the look of confusion he'd had before.
no way.... that's just too rich....I must be drea--. That pause in thought happened just as he noticed his arm, where it lay draped, and what was beneath it before it moved slightly.
"Dammit."
His grin deformed into a cheeky smile and he slid his body closer to hers, pressing himself gently up against her and bringing his head directly adjacent to her ear.
He huffed a snark puff and then let it rip in a smooth whisper, "so....was it as good for you as it was for me!" he couldn't hold it any longer and burst out laughing before quickly shoving his face into the sheets next to her.
"Renata, you're such the deviant!" he couldn't stop laughing as he mumbled through the sheets before turning to look at her and smile.
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Post by Meira on Mar 2, 2012 17:53:56 GMT -5
She had to get out of this room, off this ship. Renata was pulling all her will to convince her body to calm, her stomach to settle, and her head to cease it's throbbing. Meanwhile, the devil who'd gotten her into this mess must have just awoken. He was moving now, in his own version of hell, she hoped. How could she have done this? With him no less? But she wasn't given the time to fall into that dangerous line of questions. No, he'd suddenly moved himself closer, close enough to show that he was equally as... unclad, as she.
"So....was it as good for you as it was for me!" Eurachis didn't even allow her a moment to respond before he broke out into laughter. She didn't hear his next comment. She was too busy trying to push him away.
The problem with her efforts was obvious, however. Eurachis outweighed Renata by a more than decent amount. All the Dark Lady managed to do was slide herself backward along the smooth sheets until she suddenly tumbled over the side of the bed. She landed in a tangled heap of sheets, limbs, and messy hair.
Doing her best to keep her composure -and her stomach- Renata stood, pulled the remainder of the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around herself. Eurachis was left with no such consideration, but Renata highly doubted he would care.
"Don't be ridiculous." she hissed at the man as she quickly searched out her dress, clutching it to her body with one hand while the other pushed stray locks of hair from her face. "You were completely forgettable." It wasn't entirely untrue. Renata, thankfully, could hardly remember anything from the previous night.
Before Eurachis could get another jibe in, she stormed from the room to find a suitable place to make herself presentable again. This was no easy task on such a small ship. Finding the refresher, Renata locked herself inside. She only came out once she was bathed and dressed once again.
Thus composed, Renata was breathing a bit easier as she found her way back into the small kitchen area where she began to rummage around for the required items to make some caf.
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