A Present for his Mistress.

[The Conman]

Donnie had been watching the whole situation evolve silently from her side of the room. She'd never experienced any number of Sith together, and it was pretty obvious to her why they stayed apart.

They were crazy.

The young Twi'lek had run with criminals. Mostly smugglers, but she'd worked with enforcers, thugs, and even a hired gun once or twice, and they managed to stand shoulder to shoulder better than this supposedly “trained” lot.

By the time the fighting was going on, Donnie was leaning against the wall. She chose not to respond to Var's remarks, not wanting to take sides more or less. She also knew about as much as they did, which is why she just shrugged in response to Var's question.

Donnie decided she'd had enough of this when there were sabres at people's throats and Sion was slumped against the wall. Var kicked him, to wake him up. It seemed effective enough. By this point everybody was all nice and fuming. Except her.

Er'bady don'ow?

She asked somewhat too slowly.

I'don'thi da' wes bring'ere d'figh.

Donnie said, at normal pace.

Efa'choo wan'ev invided...

She continued, pointing at Dov.

So les'save da li'shos fo'da baddies an' NOD keel'eachodar ova'nodin.

Doneeda was about to say something else when the doors they'd entered closed, and a rather gravely, intimidating, deep voice came out of nowhere. Due to the room's circular nature, it was difficult to pin down where the voice was actually being broadcast from. Either way, the man sounded important.

Good Morning. Who I am isn't important, but what I need of you i-

The man's sentence was cutoff by a coughing fit.

WHERE ARE MY COUGH DROPS, WOMAN! * Lightsaber activates followed by it's omonous humming, which slowly gets quieter. A few seconds later, the barely discernable voice of an apprentice is heard in the background*

N-No, My Lord, I-

You have failed me for the last time....

*The sound of somebody choking violently*

Ahhhh


As I was saying, Who I am isn't important, but what I need you to do is.

I need you all to go procure a very important and ancient Sith artifact. It's of the utmost importance it arrives in one piece. Which is why I'm not sending any of the Masters or Lords, as they'd probably try to use it for themselves...scheming basterds....

ANYWAYS!

Mr.Sith here is in a bit of a pickle. You see, my lovely mistress and I had a bit of a lover's quarrel, and, well, I'm in the bantha-house.

He said, the sound of a chair adjusting in the background being heard before he continued.

I need this artifact returned to me as a gift for her. What it does, how it works, I'm not going to tell you. So don't ask. Ever...In fact, don't even think about postulating the possibility of entering into the motions to devise a theory as to how to inquire about it's abilities. It's just a bad idea all around and you'll end up quite dead. Very....You'll just wake up one day, dead...

Moving forward.

It's on Ziost. Which, is pretty close. But, I want it back here safe and sound, so that's why I'm sending you all.

Which is some-

Doviculous, what the HELL are you...

Damn...

Guess your going...Sion, Var, if he does anything stupid, airlock him.

Doviculous, if you think it's a good idea to attack something, ask first. Even if your asking Doneeda, they've all got better judgement. Just...don't think for yourself on this one, slugger, it's a lost cause.

Anywho, I'm sending you all because I can reasonably assume that your accumulated knowledge of how to kill, steal, rape, maim, and con is sufficient to be able to deal with anything that may happen. Now, there's a possibility, a slim one, that said artifact isn't actually on Ziost...but it's so slim it's not even worth worrying about,really.

Moving forward, there's a light freighter in the landing bays, and I've updated Doneeda's pad with it's startup info...What else...

Oh, right, when your on the ship, Doneeda's in charge. Though she may not be a Sith, she's the most qualified pilot we've got with a substantial enough criminal record to be trustworthy. Var, Sion, if she tries to run, kill her for me, will you?

That'ssss....about it....I think....yeah, when your done, come back here, and, I'll...I don't know, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Oh, yes, one more thing.

If any of you kill any of the others, I'll be extremely angry and send you a very strongly worded letter. There might even be swearing. Really. I'm attached to all my apprentices, and mechanics. There'll be a 10 minute period where I'll be inconsolable...Then, I'll probably regroup and kill whoever did it with a rose petal.

Anyways, Ta!


And with that, the door they entered through opened.

Doneeda looked at Var, then to Sion, Doviculous, then back to Var.

Les'go...Ima guessin'? She asked more than said, at a sort of loss for words. She'd never heard a Sith not speak like...well, a sith.

Doneeda picked up her shoulder bag and adjusted her jacket, before pulling out her pad.

I'knos wher'da shep's.

She said, noting their route took them by the cafeteria...and more coffee. Hopefully the ship would have something to eat onboard, the cruise to Ziost would be about a day or so, the ship only had a class 7 hyperdrive.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Var blinked several times, uncertain of what to think or say. She hadn't realized any of the Masters were that... insane? Possibly more disconcerting was that the unknown master knew who they all were, but wasn't recognizable. That fact would bother her later, even if it didn't at the moment.

But really, after the sheer and overwhelming strangeness of the message that was almost so trivial as to not matter. With a great deal of effort, the Twi'lek managed to close the jaw she hadn't realized had dropped. Never before had she encountered any Master, in the Jedi, Dark Jedi, or Sith, who was so... strange.

She shook her head incredulously. "I- Well... We-" She fumbled through several aborted sentences before managing to produce one. "Let's just go. Now." She said, already turning to the door. "Please?" Var added hopefully.

[The Conman]

Doneeda just looked at Var and nodded, heading for the door and starting down the hall. She'd met some in her life who were nuts, much like the one who'd just addressed them. What worried her was the fact this nutcase could use the force, and had a lightsaber, as well as people under his command.

Her train of though derailed, crashed, burned, and had a chemical spill all at once.

They were about to embark on a mission handed down to them by him[\i]. A crazy Sith who had, in one sitting, threatened to kill all of them if they didn't do as they were told, and managed to put a gun to both Donnie and Dov's heads. A gun who's trigger was being held by the other two initiates with them. She just shook her head, and went back to the small, pda like device.

Donnie put it away, and noticed the group seemed quiet...he must have made a similar impression on them all, she thought.

She looked over at var as they walked.

So what do you think about those two. Do you think you can handle The Demon if he becomes a problem?

Donnie asked in Huttese, remembering Var had used it earlier on in the chamber.

The young Twi'lek was more interested in Dov. He seemed to have some decent skill, and a very short fuse. Not something she was comfortable with being in the same temple as, much less ship. Walking on egg shells for the sake of his ego was something that Donnie wasn't about to do.

Egging him on, however wasn't at the top of her list. Not that she'd be doing so. Once the had the course set, and the autopilot on, Doneeda's plan was to hide in her bunk for the duration of the trip. Hopefully, the artifact would be on ziost, they'd get it and be back before dinner the next day.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Var thought it over. Really she wasn't sure about the question. After all, she hadn't met the other two Sith before today. It wasn't really surprising that she hadn't though. It was a very large temple, and the Twi'lek wasn't exactly the most social creature in the galaxy. She was often 'left out of the loop,' which would explain why even their names were new to her.

It was hard to tell whether the Devaronian's words were merely idle boasting or not. It was hard to gauge his skills from what she'd seen. He seemed to have skill at using force crush, but his lightsaber abilities hadn't been apparent. All in all, she wasn't sure of what to think of 'the Demon' as Donnie had called him.

As to the other, he was a bit easier to understand. Young and fiery. That was typical of many of the Initiates, especially the ones without previous Jedi or Dark Jedi training. She would hazard he was one of those cases. Not to be underestimated in a fight, but manageable. And probably malleable.

After gathering her thoughts Var replied to the other Twi'lek in Huttese. "I don't know. Possibly. Even if I can't go toe-to-toe in a fight, there are alternatives available. To eliminate him if needed, or to... persuade him to cooperate. The brasher they are the easier they are to manipulate."

She looked to other one, the young human. Again she tried to sum him up. He hadn't exactly done much to impress her, but maybe that was precisely the reason she kept tabs on him. Underestimating a foe could be just as deadly in the end. And often the ones less able in a fight made up for it with stealth and trickery.

"I'm not worried about the other one. I can manage him, but you should keep both eyes open anyway. If this isn't your first swoop race, you should know to watch your back. If you're smart you won't trust anyone. Especially not me."

[Othorious]

Doviculous scoffed at the unknown master, surely he jested. These three arn't worth it, that man must be truly insane to let these low lifes go on a mission, oh well, I can still have my fun "Well, If I'm going to accompany you, then let's hurry up, fate smiled upon me and gave me something to stop me from killing someone out of boredom" He pulled his large hood over his head, and covered his lower face with the black cloth mountpiece, and followed the team out into the hallway, keeping a distance away from them. I'll have to keep a watch on the females, they seem to have a small alliance going on here, if the time comes, I could slay them, or perhaps not. . . the older one has flare, I like flare He smiled a toothy grin under his mouthpiece, and continued to walk, his boot making large thuds as he followed them.

[The Conman]

Donnie shook her head at Var's response. Though understandable, she was extending an olive branch of sorts. They'd have to work together, all of them, to make this work. Asking about Dov was because even if his saber skills weren't up to scratch, it had taken the other two to reel him in.

She understood why not to trust anybody, though why she shouldn't trust anybody who were all "playing for the same team" was ludicrous.

Doneeda responded in Huttese to Var.

It's not, by any stretch, and don't worry Var, I don't trust you.

Donnie said, the last bit somewhat mockingly. Even if she didn't trust her, hopefully she'd have a sense of humor. It'd make this a much shorter trip, if somebody aside from Donnie could take a joke.

In Huttese, she continued.

I'm just sayin', out of the lot of you, he makes me nervous. Then again, you might be good at slicing people's faces of with your left foot. So who knows.

If everything goes well, we'll be fine. Mr.Sith back there just made it sound worse than it actually is. We do our jobs, smile at eachother's jokes and suck it up, we're good to go.

Doneeda explained as they approached the very beat up, boxey, medium sized light freighter.

And that's the ship.

She said, going upto the ramp and keying in the access code from her pad.

The door at the top retracted, and she spun around, and looked back at the group.

Al'abor.

She said in basic, before embarking.

The ship was obviously old, that much was obvious as soon as Donnie's trained eyes started looking over the inside of the craft. The cargo bay was decently sized. The interior was skeletal, with bundles of cables and pipes crisscrossing the cargo bay, which they had to cross to get to a set of stairs, to take them presumably to the living areas and engineering sections.

Donnie crossed the cargo bay and belined for the stairs, climbing them to a pretty familiar sight. At the top of the stairs extended a hallway, with doors leading off at various points. At the end of the hallway was the cockpit, all the way to the left. To the right, was the door to the engineering section. Doneeda finished climbing the stairs, and as she passed by the bunk room, with 2 inside it, the other two directly across the hall, she tossed her shoulder bag inside. Just before the cockpit, she stopped , used a nearby framerail the crossed over the hallway for support and put her arms up and on it, and waited for everybody to catch up.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"...don't worry Var, I don't trust you."

Var laughed, and though the sound was bell-like and merry there was still a cold quality to it. The Twi'lek was obviously amused, but not to the point of any fondness. It was simply a reaction.

"Good," Var said in Huttese. "Its nice to see you have a sense of humor too. Maybe this trip won't take so long after all." Despite the levity, she could sense that Donnie had taken her advice seriously. But a lack of trust didn't mean two people couldn't get by comfortably.

The Twi'lek Initiate followed her new compatriot closely, into the hangar bay and into the freighter itself. Internally she wondered what monumental effort it took to prevent the rust bucket from crumbling away into nothingness. To be fully honest, she was surprised the freighter was still considered flyable.

Its layout was straight forward enough, and Var followed Donnie through it quickly. She paused and examined the two sets of bunk rooms. Though she didn't plan on much sleep so near dangerous rivals, it was good to pay attention to all the details.

Just before the cockpit Doneeda stopped short. Var turned sideways and slid past her without reducing her speed. With the slightest nod of assurance she slid into the co-pilot's seat and examined the controls. Frankly she didn't care if the others were on board or settling in comfortably. The condition of the antiquated and battered freighter was a far more important concern, and anything she could decipher about it might have the result of easing her worried mind.

[The Conman]

Doneeda noted as Var slid past, before continuing.

Hokay. Fo'dos'ou whon'evr don'is b'fo, * points at the room to her left * Das'a bun'room * points to room at her right * so'da.

*points to next room on the left * Dasa' galey, gotsa foo'n'stuf. * points to next room on the right * Dasa' kan. Don' bra'ii , da be awkwa'.

*points to the door at the other end of the hallway* Das'a 'gen roo, I avoi'f I's 'ou.

Si'fro da, ke'all yo'pendage 'sidea sheep, an' 'serve da no smokin' sign anda seabels, an'enjoy yousa flight.

She finished with a smile, before turning around and joining Var in the cockpit.

If it could be called that.

The ships cockpit, at one time, years ago, was probably fairly advanced. Not anymore. It's navigation system was older than Donnie was, the control yoke and throttles plastic was worn down to the point where the coloured outside was wearing off, showing the white underneath.

Doneeda shrugged, she could fly anything, this would just be a tad more challenging. She sat down in the left seat, and picked up a clip board with the startup checklist. After reading through about 4 pages of it and muttering to herself every now and again, she realized if they followed it the ship wouldn't leave dock. So she tossed it over her shoulder and smirked at Var.

That's pretty much useless...do you think you could handle the nav system? My Basic isn't the best and I don't want us to end up on Tatooine or something.

Donnie asked in Huttese, while she flipped some switches on the panel above her head.

She nudged the reactor rate handle forwards a bit and pulled a switch on the panel at the same time, getting a dull * THUD * to emanate from the back of the ship somewhere, while the instruments on the panels in front of the two sprang to life. Showing readouts for the reactors, engines, repulsors, nav, and various other things, all going through their startup checks.

After a few seconds the system check screens cleared and they started showing the actual readouts, the reactor being the only one online. Doneeda slowly nudged the reactor rate handle into it's "Run" Position, watching the output climb into the green as she did so.

Reactor's good, so far.

She said in huttese.

Next was the engines and repulsors. Fairly simple, the repulsors either would or wouldn't work, and the Engines would probably be out of whack, though still flyable. Doneeda keyed the intercomm system.

Imma chek'da repulsors, so hold'onda sometin'. Dis cou'ge bumpy.

Donnie said in basic.

This thing is a bucket...wow.

She said to Var in huttese, as there was a slight lurch as the repulsors took the ships weight.

If this gets to Ziost and back in one piece I'll be surprised...we should get an award for bravery for taking this thing into orbit.

Doneeda said with a laugh in Huttese.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

...I don't want us to end up on Tatooine or something.

Tatooine. Var's thoughts flew there at the mere mention of it. At the other side of the galaxy, the desert world had increasingly become the focus of her attentions and her desires. She'd have killed to get there, a place she hadn't set foot on for two decades. A place she'd once promised never to return to, and now it was calling to her.

She ignored those summons once more. Ziost was practically on top of Korriban and the decrepit freighter would take a day for the trip. Reaching Tatooine would take months. So instead the Initiate tore her thoughts away from the past and into the present.

Her day would come eventually. And on that day she would get her heart's desire. But until then she would wait.

"Yes, I'll handle navigation. Assuming this pile of scrap parts reaches orbit intact." She kicked the bulkhead none-too-gently and shifted her gaze to the readouts.

A few of the gauges didn't seem to be working, but on the whole the freighter seemed to be operational. She stifled her own concerns and responded to Doneeda's suggestion about awards. "Or epitaphs on our tombstones telling just how stupid we were to board this deathtrap. But I'd prefer the medal."

[Othorious]

As Doviculous stepped onto the decaying freighter, he instantly wished he took his own star fighter, the 'Superbeast , a custom made black chrome finished, red tinted view port, Cup holder, it was a thing of beauty, unlike this rust bucket. He sighed and wandered away from the group while they were still in the cargo hold. He traversed deep into the hold, finding a nice secluded spot, where he began to meditate.

He thought about the others, if he were to defend himself against them, it would be easy to slay the pilot and the human, but the other Twi'lek girl? He had not yet witnessed her strength yet, but she seemed lethal, interesting, he would have to keep an eye on her. He smiled slightly, and began to levitate off the ground, a meditation technique learned from Kalma. He smiled again, perhaps it was time to find a new master, he needed to learn more, to become more powerful, perhaps this trip to Ziost will do him good.

[The Conman]

OOC: Once we're actually on Ziost , I'll move the thread over to there.

"Or epitaphs on our tombstones telling just how stupid we were to board this deathtrap. But I'd prefer the medal."

Donnie smirked and chuckled.

The things she did to have a place to sleep and something to eat.

Ironically enough, she wasn't being paid to be a mechanic with the Sith, due to her accidental arrival, and not so inconsiderable skill, they'd let her live in exchange for her working on their hardware. It was starting to grate on her, however.

Let's get this show on the road...

Donnie said, grabbing the yoke with her left hand and the throttles with her right.

The ship slowly rumbled to life and groaned and grumbled as it lurched off the pad, then up over the landing bay. Doneeda maneuvered it using the repulsors for the first few seconds, getting the escape vector lined up and then pushed the throttles over...and hoped.

Nothing happened.

You going to move...

Doneeda said in Huttese.

Nothing continued to happen.

You know, up...

Donnie leaned forwards and looked through the angled cockpit glass at the sky, and pointed.

Up there. Go..GOOOOO-

Just as she was reaching maximal frustration, the engines decided to kick in, slamming her back into the seat, as she cackled in amusement.

The ride to orbit was uneventful, the ship actually performing as it was designed. Once they were over the atmosphere, in a stable orbit, Doneeda flipped on the, hopefully working, autopilot.

The nav system, which Var had been fiddling with, pushed the Hyperspace nav info to Donnies screen. She set the nav heading, and hit the " NAV HLD " on the console, the ship reeling around to it's new heading, guided by the autopilot.

After a few seconds a buzzer sounded, indicating the ship was on track for it's jump, and the route was clear. Doneeda gripped the yoke with her left hand, and using her right, pressed the jump button and closed her eyes.

When she didn't feel herself being horribly dismembered by the vacuum of space, she cautiously opened one eye, and realized she'd turned the maplights on.

She felt her leeku do a momentairy S-Curve on her back in embarrassment.

Hah, yeah, it's this button...

She said, pressing the correct button, and seeing the stars extend into infinity as the ship actually made the jump.

She's all yours, I'm going to go look around...see just how much bailing wire and duct tape is holding this thing together.

With that, Doneeda got up and headed into the hallway leading to the rest of the ship, inspecting the ceiling and walls as she went. There was numerous patches to the electrical work, the plumbing was , in some spots, actually rusted, and one of the frames holding the hallway up had been cut, and patched. Badly.

Apparently the Sith can't weld, she thought to herself.

Doneeda'd not seen Sion or Dov since her little speech when they all came on board, and wasn't sure how everybody was doing after the engines did their thing.

After a minute or two, she found herself in the Cargo Hold, flashlight in hand, as about a third of the lights weren't working for one reason or another, going over the interior of the ship, muttering to herself every now and again.

[Othorious]

Doviculous dreamed, as he usually did when he meditated, although this was more realistic than the others. He was on the icy surface of Ziost, it had to be Ziost, although he's never been to Ziost, it felt like it was. He trudged alone through the barren wastes, the other three were nowhere to be seen, the snow showering everything in a white blanket. Suddenly, to his left a massive black creature rushed him, he reached for his lightsaber, but couldn't locate it.

He tried using the the force. . .

Nothing.

For the first time ever, even in his dreams, he screamed in terror as the black beast slammed into him, talons ripping through his flesh like paper, the mouth lined with tons of sharp, daggerlike teeth chewing into his neck as the snowfall increased to blizzard size.

Doviculous awoke with a yelp, as he fell to the floor, sweat soaking his red skin. "It... Felt so real, it must be a vision.... He suddenly saw the beam of a flashlight a few feet away, and quickly slid into the darkness. He waited, and waited, until the form of the Twi'lek pilot shuffled into view. He grinned, and delved deeper into the darkness.

He watched her progress through the narrow pass, slowly climbing ontop of an old crate, waiting for the moment just before she passed. When that moment arrived, he leaped down a few feet behind her, and casually said, Hello my dear

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Var found herself alone in the cockpit now, staring out at the streaking stars of hyperspace. It was quiet apart from the usual sounds of a ship underway. The occasional rattle or creak interrupted, but for the most part it was quite still. That left the Twi'lek Initiate with plenty of time.

First she cued up the Nav display to check their course, then double-checked it against the star charts. Everything seemed to be fine, and unless she'd somehow forgotten basic skills there was no danger of them winding up on Tatooine by mistake.

Again that planet kept springing into her mind unbidden. True, the very reminder of it helped her delve deep into her own darkness and draw power. But it also hurt. Deeply. It was a hurt that even two decades away hadn't eliminated. True it wasn't as pressing as it had been, but it still nagged.

Once more she turned her mind to other thoughts. To more pressing matters. Such as her 'companions' for the mission. She had the impression the human, Sion, would be easier to read and keep tabs on. But he might very well be the harder of the two to manipulate, she could tell he lusted for revenge. And really she couldn't blame him. If she'd been in his shoes... Well, she wouldn't have. Varulla'aba simply didn't get into pointless fights. If she did go against Doviculous, then she'd do it on her terms. She'd probe his defenses and skills carefully, trying to analyze weaknesses. Fight smart, not relying entirely on passion until the moment was right.

That was something she could do now as well. She closed her eyes and reached out with the force, focusing on his presence. Though her own telepathic skills were essentially average, if used properly they could reveal a good deal. Emotional state, any pressing motivations, and occasionally even unguarded thoughts. Without any distractions or the imminent fear of death she was comfortable channeling all her focus into it.

[The Conman]

Hello my dear

Doneeda jumped a bit, and spun around to see Doviculous standing there. She aimed the flashlight at the ceiling, so it provided enough light to see him in and wasn't blinding anybody.

Even in the dark, she wasn't overly intimidated by his presence. Donnie realized if he wanted to do something, there's not a whole lot she could actually do about it.

Even if he wasn't a sith, standing at 6'7, he'd toss her around like a ragdoll...which is also partially why she wasn't intimidated. It was a rarity for Doneeda to find somebody capable of tossing her around.

She suddenly realized she was smirking, at the thought of a roll in the hay with Mr.Deamon.

Donnie took off her jacket, and put it on the crate nearby.

So, was'bringin' yah t'da cargo'old 'aday?

She said, taking a step forward, playing with the tip of her left leeku absent mindedly.

A'tuly, I don' care...'e gah' 'ime, howlosa been fo'yah?

Doneeda asked quietly as she stepped closer again, bringing them within a foot or two of eachother, Doneeda eyes glittering in the light, wearing a small smirk.

What she wanted was pretty clear, she hoped. Dov was the first Sith she'd bumped into who looked even remotely like he was worth trying out in the sack.

[Othorious]

Doviculous smiled at her jolt in the dark, it was obviously what he intended, what came next, completely took him by surprise. Donnie seemed like she was coming onto him, it was such a development twist that it turned that smile into a slight frown. It's been... Boring in the temple, not much to do... But I bet it's the same for you, being a pilot and suspected mechanic. Not alot of Sith can pilot, but I can. I even have my own starfighter in the hangerbay at the temple, she's a sweet ride. Black chrome finish, and a rare seismic charge launcher as well!".

He pictured it, all black and evil looking, but then realized, oh yeah, Donnie. So... Watcha... Doin down here?. He says nervously, he wondered if she was really trying to gain his affection, or if she was just trying to get him under her control. Whatever the case, he was sorta... Interested...

[SionX]

Sion woke up in a bunk-bed, and fell straight to the floor.

Ugh..Where am I? he asked out loud to no-one in particular.

He stood up and rubbed his head. He must've passed out again after he swiped at that Twi'lek girl. His head hurt from hitting the wall. He walked out into the hallway and sighed. With the force he felt around to where everyone was. The prick Devaronian was in the cargo bay with Doneeda and The other Twi'lek was in the cockpit. Feeling the need to stay away from any of them, he walked into the galley and sat down at a table and layed his head on it. He was thinking something through.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Var could sense Doneeda and the Devaronian together now. And she had to say that she was... confused. For possibly the first time her telepathic eavesdropping was yielding results she really didn't want to know about. She shook her head disapprovingly, and after a quick battle of thoughts decided against causing 'turbulence' and requiring seatbelts. If Donnie wanted to make some serious mistakes it was her own damn fault.

But the very idea left a sour taste in her mouth. With a grimace on her face, Var slid out of the co-pilot's seat and into the corridor. It was a simple matter of walking down and turning to the side that she reached the galley. Besides her sudden need for something to drink, she could also feel the distant pangs of hunger rumbling in her gut.

She entered the room, and promptly discovered Sion was up again. Or mostly up at least, his head was resting on the table but he did seem conscious.

Var grabbed a bottle of water and a ration pack before sliding into the seat across from the human. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty. Good to see you somewhat more awake. Feeling better are we?" She sipped the beverage while awaiting his response.

She didn't expect it to be positive, but she'd been surprised before.

[The Conman]

Donnie listened to the monologue about his ship. If she was interested, she'd have asked. Which she had. All he had to do at this point was say yes, and she'd climb him like a ladder.

Truth be told, Donnie wasn't interested in him for any reason aside from the fact he was 6'7, in good shape, and looked like he knew what he was doing. She could care less about control, she was a glorified chauffeur. If she could get a chance to get some "action" out of the deal, all the better.

So... Watcha... Doin down here?

Donnie let out a laugh, and continued to grin like an idiot. She closed the remaining distance between them, and started playing with the buttons on his jacket near the waistline, pulling them towards herself, then opening them, exposing the tshirt below, closing them, pulling him towards her.

'ell, m'wa hopin' you...

She said, finishing her distance closing to the point where her chest could "bump" into him, the man's height affording a view few got to enjoy.

'les da bi'..ba...siff ha'prolem wida'view...

She said in her sultry voice, still playing with the buttons and letting her chest "bump" into him, seemingly accidentally, her sapphire eyes glinting in what little light there was, with a devious grin on her face.

[SionX]

Sion looked up at the Twi'lek sitting across from him, the same one that kicked him in the ribs when he was unconscious and then cleaned her boot on his pants.

What do you want, schutta? If you are only here to chat, I have nothing to say to you. you are wasting your time.He said in a harsh tone.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Var eyed a large lump on the back of Sion's head, probably due to hitting the wall. She realized that an 'olive branch' was needed to smooth things over. Maybe a little help would fit the bill.

"Hold still," she advised as she drew a medpac out of a pocket on her armor, "you'll feel better after this, trust me."

She produced a disinfecting and on-contact pain reliever. Between the two of them, the wound would heal up nicely and stop making his head feel like it was splitting open. Of course Sion wasn't exactly willing in the process, but in his current state Var was able to provide the treatment without too much resistance. It was for his own good after all.

"There, good as new. I don't expect any thanks for saving your life earlier. But none of this means we can't work together." Her voice was kinder now, if such a thing could be true. Certainly her tone was no longing biting and caustic. All in all the change signified she was switching into making her 'pitch' as it were.

"Now, I don't particularly like politics. But alliances of convenience are the glue that holds the galaxy together. Frankly, I don't know what the Devaronian's skills are or how we'd compare in a fight. And that troubles me in the event he has to be... dealt with. If the mission requires that we make a move, I need someone to back my play. I can tell you don't like me, but this is simple. Just ask yourself which of us you dislike less: the one who saved your life or the one who tried to take it. I think you know the answer to that well enough."

She reached out with the force, getting a quick update on everyone as she waited for Sion's response. Unsurprisingly the situation in the cargo bay made her gag and reach for a drink of water. The expression on her face matched the emotion quite well. It was likely the human noticed, and if he had the abilities to reach out that way as well then odds are he'd have the same expression on his face before too long. Again the Twi'lek Initiate debated arranging some sort of crisis...