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Dec 8, 2009 4:00:07 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 8, 2009 4:00:07 GMT -5
Sihara was far from amused as he rattled off his little quip. It stung, despite his intentions.
I know…trust me I know. I’ve told Makiro the same, I’ve told myself the same…I don’t require to be told again to know the truth of it.
A light sigh escaped her and she shook her head a bit. Letting her emotions get to her wasn’t going to help or change anything. Slowly, foreign thoughts began seeping through the filters of her mind, making her twist her head back around to look at him. One curling white mark on her face lifted, shifting the entire curling mark, all the way down to just below her cheek bone. A mild huff was given to his thoughts, though she allowed the tinge of amusement she felt at them to flow out from her as she turned her face away again. If he thought THIS was something, he should see how she dressed on Shili.
A hiss was given as she felt those fingers against one of her lekku, the motion unexpected and made her tense, wrenching her head back around to face him teeth bared. Calming, she quieted herself and watched him, cursing herself for not having been relying more on the force and her senses in it. That’s why she had them after all…to use them…she’d been dumb enough to relax for half a moment and because she’d been virtually deafened to the motions around her, she’d not only been caught off guard by him, but then shown her more…animalistic…side. Disappointed in herself once more, she lowered her eyes and sighed. She wanted to relax, to just let go for a moment and let him ease the sensory overload…the pain…but she wouldn’t allow it.
Despite herself, those honey and clover colored eyes closed at the continued touch and the soothing flow of the force from him. His questioning brought those eyes open once more and she gazed at him silently for a moment. Why, indeed. It was a good question, one who’s answer she wasn’t entirely comfortable with yet…or perhaps the problem was that she was far TOO comfortable with it?
I suppose…well, I suppose it’s because I’m most comfortable there these days. It seems to be the one place I can be comfortable any more...the place I can be at least slightly soothed.
Sihara offered him a mild smile and a wave of gratitude for what he was doing…despite her earlier actions.
I suppose…I just wish to go home sooner than later….and…I’m sorry about just now. I didn’t mean to act to angrily. You just startled me. I can barely sense anything right now…at least as far as my montral are concerned.
The tip of that lekku he was stroking twitched slightly and she pulled it away from his reach and over the opposite shoulder as she stood up. As the lekku itself had become less irritated, his touch had begun to tickle her more than she’d have liked…that and…it had stirred up something within her...and she wasn’t entirely certain she cared for what she felt. Turning to face the direction they were headed, she narrowed her eyes against the wind, allowing it to send her lekku trailing behind her as she watched the complex they were aiming for draw closer. Unfortunately, the transport they were on wasn’t quite going to get them there…good thing there was another one that was going to be happening by any moment now. Glancing back over her shoulder, Sihara flashed a grin at Theron before stepping up to the edge and practically gliding off of it and through the air. She had little doubt that Theron would be on his way soon enough.
Stretching out with her senses, she closed her eyes and allowed the air to carry her. For a moment only she was at ease…seemingly without a care in the universe…her mind flickering back to Shili. She’d had a few races with some of the tribe she stayed with, often sprinting through the trees and grasses. It was a good way to have fun, get exercise, and build relations…not to mention it helped the younger togruta learn ways to keep out of (or ahead of) trouble. The moment was over soon enough and those eyes snapped open long enough to tuck into herself and roll as she hit the top of the next transport. Coming up into a crouch, she glanced around out of reflex and stood once more.
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Post by Vex on Dec 8, 2009 19:58:58 GMT -5
When she rounded on him, his brow arced, a dark curve over that crimson gaze as he held still. He didn't pull his hand away, but he stilled, waiting for her to decide what she wanted. The animalistic side of her was interesting. He remembered when he'd first met her...she'd held all of the self-composure and aloof demeanor (to his mind) that he disliked about his order. Perhaps it had been due to his need to act, to seem other than what he was, that had skewed his vision and view then...but from their early interactions, he began to learn that there was more to her...more facets came into light.
That feral, dangerous side...it may have disappointed her to let it out, but he enjoyed it...admired it...liked it. In many ways, it seemed a parallel to the way he felt himself at times. It was, almost soothing to know that there was another like him...one that did not find living within the parameters of the Jedi code as simple and copascetic.
The unexpected pleasure at seeing that sideof her wasn't shuttered within his mind either. It made it even more pleasing when she relaxed and allowed herself to accept his attempt at soothing. He pulled his hand back when she had enough and pulled away, shrugging. Seeing her pull up, he could sense it as well...they needed to move. As she began, he would stand still for a moment, watching her actions. There was a predatory type of grace to the way she moved, her use in the Force.
He followed suit, his landing similar to hers...but he wasn't willing to wait for this one to take them to their destination. As he came to his feet again, he continued the forward motion. She was standing as he moved by her, his palm smacking soundly against the curve of her bottom. It was more shock value than strength...just to surprise as he moved by her and vaulted out into the air once more. Boots thudded against a smaller speeder flying by, coming into a crouch as his palm slapped against it and then he let the Force help launch him again, changing the direction. He moved from speeder to speeder, vaulting from one to the next in order to get ahead. It was quicker...it was a race.
It was fun.
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Dec 8, 2009 21:31:36 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 8, 2009 21:31:36 GMT -5
She’d sensed the admiration, the pleasure, he felt at her reaction. Sihara certainly didn’t understand it though. She’d brushed it aside and made her move to the next transport, with every intention of waiting out the rest of the ride…Theron, however, seemed to have other plans. He passed her in a blur of dark robes and blue skin, a stinging smack landing perfectly on her rump and making the bewildered togruta leap forward into a sprint after the man. It was somewhere between the realms of wanting to catch the man for daring to touch her like that, the urging of the force bidding her to follow him toward their destination, instinct to keep up with her partner as she needed to on Shili, and simple enjoyment of the moment that Sihara pounded down the top of the transport and lept away from it onto a passing speeder.
The lithe huntress had little need to pause or crouch even as she hit the top of the vehicle. No…as soon as she’d touched it, those muscles had recoiled and she’d vaulted to the top of a cab and sprung from there onto another transport. Running along it she lept for the wall of the building it passed directly beside, using the force and her motion to run along the wall in a long arc before her feet hit the outcropping of a sculpted drain spout, where she lept off again. A small grin had formed along her face as she worked to outstrip her counterpart, who was only barely ahead of her now. A swift leap forward and she landed on the speeder he’d just been on, making the thing swerve from side to side with the second force landing atop it and jostling it further. In moments she was in the air once more before landing atop a stretched speeder…a limousine most likely…and pushing off with hands and feet until she was sprinting full speed across it. With a jaunty wave, she passed Theron and bounded off once more.
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Dec 12, 2009 20:45:04 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Dec 12, 2009 20:45:04 GMT -5
He felt her catching up...turning his head to watch her give that jaunty little wave she gave him as she passed him. He sped up, vaulting off of one foot, then the other, bounding from one speeder to the next and catching up on the distance. A hoverbus flew by and he lept, catching onto it. as it groaned by. It was a rather similar situation to when he'd been dangling, though this time, it was by his own choice. Even she wasn't quicker than that...so he shot her a wave back as he passed before dropping down onto the hood of another speeder and bounding off again.
He wasn't going to let her win that easily...and like in love or war, all was fair. Besides...this was more an act of adaptability. He moved along, knowing that she was going to be catching up to him. It was going to be close...the landing area for the complex right there...and he alo knew tht she was going to get there before him. She was more subtle with her Force use...quicker...but he wasn't so ready to give up....
As she moved past him...to reach the goal first, he leapt, intercepting her, wrapping her up as they both crossed over and landed, rolling across the ground. His shoulder hit first...letting himself take most of the impact again before they came to a stop, his weight resting atop hers.
He grinned down at her.
"I win."
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Dec 12, 2009 21:52:32 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 12, 2009 21:52:32 GMT -5
He’d passed her once more, that hover bus giving him the opportunity he needed. With a huff, she allowed what little speed she’d been holding back flood through her as she vaulted along, soaring leaps through the air bringing her closer to him. Another short, arching, run along a wall before leaping to a passing speeder and vaulting out into empty air. Unconcerned, she allowed the force to work through the air, utilizing the natural updrafts of the city, stabilizing and putting more energy into them, very nearly allowing her to glide through the air like a bird until she felt something collide with her and wrap around her.
With a grunt her concentration was broken and she was sent tumbling away with…who she now realized was Theron…across the landing pad. Swiftly as possible, she tucked her chin to her chest, allowing her montral to remain uninjured as the blur of world, cloth, blue, and lekku came to an abrupt stop.
“I win.”
If she weren’t so occupied with the fact that she was laying uncomfortably on her lekku and the full amount of his weight was pressed down upon her, Sihara might have chuckled…or argued…or both. As it was, she winced slightly as she pulled two of her three lekku from under her and let them flop back to the ground with a sigh of relative relief. After that she was fully prepared to argue with him…except….she was now highly aware of just how close he was, and what position they were in. That argument died as it attempted to reach her vocal chords, her breath catching for half a moment as she gazed up at him. Flashes of that haunting vision came unbidden and seemed to course through her blood as she swiftly attempted to patch up the breach in her mental defenses.
No…we tied…
Her voice held none of its typical steel or self assurance, the words soft and airy as she attempted to decide just how she felt about this situation.
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Post by Vex on Dec 13, 2009 19:09:26 GMT -5
He watched her attempt to settle, get herself more comfortable as she pulled out the lekku and sighed that little bit of relief. He grinned a bit, knowing she wanted to go and argue...he could practically feel it well up within and her lips part in order for her rebuttal to come out...but then she paused and he felt her waver. Her mental barriers came down at that moment and he found her thoughts back on that vision while she was trying to desperately rebuild the walls.
It seemed that kept coming to the forefront of both of their minds. It just wouldn't go away, like some forbidden fruit from the uncivilized worlds and their religions. He shook his head slightly grinning as her thoughts brought his thoughts to it again. Clearly...they weren't going to be able to get past that infernal vision from the dark jedi until they...got passed it. It seemed simple enough.
He heard the light, airy way she spoke and that cemented it. He dipped his head, determined to get them past this "what if" stage. A simple kiss to make them stop wondering. That was all it would have to be...and then they could move on. His mouth slanted over her own, warm and firm, yet remaining gentle enough for the moment.
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Dec 13, 2009 20:06:30 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 13, 2009 20:06:30 GMT -5
She could all but hear his mind working, those thoughts churning in much the same way hers were. The question was…would she be daring enough to actually act upon the urges? Certainly she wasn’t going to fully act them out…but…perhaps just a simple kiss would suffice…would satiate the curiosity. No sooner had the very idea come to her mind than Theron had leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Despite the fact that she’d thought about the action, his actually kissing her had Sihara stunned into inaction for a moment.
Her mind emptied and slowly her eyes closed as she wrapped her arms around his neck lightly. The feel of the kiss was indescribable for her, unlike anything she’d experienced before. Combined with the sensation of his aura, his consciousness, so near to hers and the warm pressure of him, her curiosity certainly wasn’t being helped by this. If anything, it only heightened it.
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Post by Vex on Dec 14, 2009 19:54:11 GMT -5
Theron realized that his good intentions might not be so good after all about half a second after his mouth touched her own. It began with the feel of them...the firm, yet gentle softness of of them, like smooth velvet. Then, of course, came the taste. They were sweet, but with a hint of spice that left a tingle against his skin. Certainly, he'd kissed before...but they had never tasted quite like this. There was a certain untamed vulnerability that he tasted through that kiss.
He felt her wrap her arms around him, pulling him in closer as she shed off everything else save for the sensations of the kiss. He felt her wrap her presence around with his...and his responded in kind until they wove together like a tapestry, unable to be unbound. He shifted, settling himself more comfortably as his hand moved, trailing gingerly along one of thoe lekku before slipping underneath her head, cradling it and drawing her deeper into the kiss while making her more comfortable.
Oh yes...this was a very, very bad idea. Part of him wanted to make that very clear...but the rest of him was too busy wanting to taste more. His mouth parted, teasing hers and urging it to do the same as he deepened the kiss, gradually. That vision had come back into his mind, but it was melted away, the sensations of that but a pale mockery of what they were sharing now with just a kiss.
By the Force...what a dangerous path they were walking...
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 14, 2009 21:19:40 GMT -5
A dangerous path indeed.
Sihara had grown up a jedi, and held the teachings of the temple close to her heart…she always had. Somehow, however, those beliefs had begun to waver. It had started with meeting the woman, Aunna, and only continued as they’d followed the clues. The cracks in her path had become a break when she’d confronted the dark jedi, making her question everything she’d known…this kiss, the first of her life, had only brought those questions into the front of her mind once more.
Struggling inwardly between the burning curiosity, the doubt in her former beliefs, and the desperate need to cling to those last comfortable vestiges of her former life, Sihara took in the moment as if it were the only chance she would get…yet uncertain of every second of it. Deepening that kiss with him, she absorbed the scent of him, the dark and spicy smell that drifted into her predatory senses and transferred to her taste buds lightly…so different, foreign, yet oddly familiar and comfortable. A light shiver ran along her spine as that warm hand, rough with use and training and the harsh aspects of a jedi’s life, ran along that smooth appendage, tickling her horribly but oddly…she didn’t mind.
This previously forbidden act had the jedi in her crying for the woman to move, to remove herself from the source of her temptation. As he settled himself the woman in her held her in place, keeping her from simply pushing him off and leaving. After what felt like ages, however, she slowly pulled away, those golden eyes opening once more to gaze up at him as she worked to slow her heart again.
Therron…I…I need to get back. You…should come with me to straighten this mess out.
Pushing through the fog in her mind, through the sensations of that kiss, Sihara finally managed to formulate some clear line of thought. Perhaps it wasn’t the best line of thought to have, let alone say, after kissing someone, but considering she had nothing else to go off of…it was about as good as the chiss was going to get
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Post by Vex on Dec 15, 2009 18:30:42 GMT -5
Having her break the kiss was, undoubtedly, the smartest move that could have happened. He’d found himself getting drawn deeper into it with every moment that they spent and his initial reasons for breaking that Council taboo were fading away. He was simply kissing her to kiss her now…for the taste and feel of her against his lips, the press of her arms around him, the warmth of her aura and presence wrapped about him. It was dangerously intoxicating. At this moment, he was already drunk with it.
Fortunately, she was more level headed.
When she broke the kiss, he tilted his head away, the lost connection working to clear his head and his senses a bit, though his breathing was swifter and warmer against her throat. Crimson eyes glanced to the side, turning that cerulean face away from her to try and focus on something, anything but her. It helped that they happened to fall upon a pair of grounds workers for the build had come around the corner and had paused, looking at the unexpected scene there before them. It was certainly something they hadn’t seen before when coming to check the landing pad.
Clearing his throat, Theron nodded his head as he looked back at Sihara. He was careful not to press his weight more upon her as he shifted back and pushed himself to his feet, reaching out a hand to help bring her to her own feet as well. The fingers of that free hand combed back through his wild, black mane, trying to compose himself. It was difficult, her taste still lingering on his lips. He flashed a grin, trying to appear more settled than he was as he looked toward the building and gestured for her to lead the way.
“Yes, perhaps you are right. It would be better to clarify this now with your employer…I do not wish you to have any detrimental actions that occur because of this. …lead the way?”
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 16, 2009 0:49:34 GMT -5
The way he reacted, the way he’d looked away almost hesitantly, it only made Sihara want to draw his attention back to her. That would be foolish, however, to act that way. She may no longer be part of the temple, but he was and she needed to respect that. A ripple through his scattered and chaotic emotions and the feeling of two more through the force caused her to turn her head slightly to see who the newcomers were and if they were a threat. Grounds keepers…simple grounds keepers were what met her eyes and she almost chuckled. As he cleared his throat and nodded, she actually did snicker slightly at his embarrassment, however mild, at being caught in such a position. She could understand it easily enough since her own cheeks were warm from the entire ordeal, and had she not already been red, it was likely the blush would have shown. Ignoring the two stunned grounds keepers, she took Theron’s hand as he offered it to her, pulling herself up with a slight wince, a barely noticeable movement of the muscles along her forehead.
Certainly.
It was about the only reply she could give him as she scanned the rooftop for the door down into the building. Spotting it, she ignored the grin he flashed at her, his emotions still tingling restlessly against her senses like hot pinpricks against her skin. He may have been able to fool the very confused grounds keepers who were cautiously going about their work, but he didn’t fool her. Leading the way into the building once more, she swiftly got her bearings and headed down the short hall toward the apartment the Y’ril’s were in. It didn’t take but a few seconds to reach the closed and locked door, one hand reaching out to knock, the rap of her knuckles against it almost satisfying to the togruta. She had no idea why it should be, but the simple motion seeming to help calm and focus her on the task at hand, rather than her former partner.
The muffled sound of voices from the other side of the door was soon followed by the muffled sound of footsteps and a male voice questioning their identities. For half a heartbeat, Sihara nearly replied with her jedi title, the reply bubbling up in her mind just before she took the breath to reply. No sooner had she taken that breath than she caught herself in the error. Eyes shut tight, head shook, the breath was let out and she tried again, tamping down her frustration at herself.
Sihara Horula, hired body guard to Mr. Y’ril and Jedi Knight Theron Lykaios.
The lock clicked from within and the door opened to reveal a Fondor security officer and his partner not far behind, standing near the father and son, the apartment security officer she’d brought up with them not far off. The older bith looked over at the door and nodded as the officer glanced back for confirmation once more. Moving aside the man allowed the two entry. Not that we couldn’t have gone in and out of the room several times if we’d had a mind to. She didn’t even bother to shield the thought from Theron, guessing he’d find it at least mildly amusing as she strode in and over to the two bith seated on the couch.
Mr. Y’ril, I’ve found the man you asked me to. I can vouch for Knight Lykaios’ position in the Jedi Order as he was my partner until I left them. I believe he can explain to you more accurately why he was here…though…you may not like the reason.
Large black eyes shuttered themselves for half an instant as he blinked at her words, a mixture of anxiety and disbelief forming in him as he eyed the strange blue man. He’d never seen a chiss before, most people hadn’t, and so it was difficult for him to believe that such a devilish looking man could be part of the jedi order. Well, there was no accounting for looks, he supposed, so long as the person behaved like one…he trusted the leather armored togruta to not bring someone in unbound who could do them harm. As the waves of his thoughts and emotions washed against Sihara’s barriers, she smiled slightly and stepped aside. Certainly Theron was something different to look at, but there was more to him than met the eye…a different type devil than what most people thought or expected.
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Post by Vex on Dec 19, 2009 17:46:47 GMT -5
He followed easily enough as she lead away. Of course, he understood that he had left this place in a less than pleasant fashion. He didn't expect the return to go amiably, but he would see how things turned out. As they stopped there before the guard at the door to the penthouse, he smirked a bit, hearing her thoughts drifting through into his consciousness. He silently agreed.
He moved in with her, eyeing the guard critically with those bloody hues. The man averted his eyes away, not willing to stomach staring back. Stepping up alongside her, he listened while she introduced him and set him up to explain exactly what he had been doing there. He stepped forward, crossing his arms in front of him. He leveled a gaze at the son for a moment before turning his eyes to the father, taking in the thoughts of the man. He kept his face neutral...there were more than a few things he could say about the Bith's look, but he did not. Diplomacy was required here.
"I apologize for the method of my departure, Mr. Y'ril, but I had discerned that a rapid departure was preferably to an unnecessary altercation. I had no desire for any parties to come to harm. Had I been aware that Lady Horula had been commissioned as your bodyguard, my actions would have been different."
He paced slowly toward the son, reaching out with his presence to soothe Sihara, knowng she might be concerned about what his actions might dictate. "Your son, sir, was a pivotal accessory in allowing the Dark Jedi Vex Praetor to release the Republic traitor, Aunna Borgonia. Evidence was found linking him as the slicer that facilitated the credentials that allowed Vex Praetor access. As such, he is indirectly responsible for the deaths of over a dozen Republic civil servants, not to mention the soldiers slaughtered in the lower levels of Coruscant. My purpose here was to discern exactly how much he did know in order to discern a way to locate the Dark Jedi and prevent him from causing further chaos."
He stared at the boy for a long moment before turning back and returning to Sihara's side. Moving past her from behind, he came up along her side. His hand brushed lightly against the small of her back, another reassurance. He understood how this could affect her employment. Now he would wait and see the man's response.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 19, 2009 19:24:46 GMT -5
Theron’s silent agreement didn’t go unnoticed, but she didn’t feel the need to respond. His reply was civil enough, especially considering the thoughts that had been emanating from the bith. A mild wave of approval flowed through her at the circumstance…it would just be better for all if things remained this way. Mr. Y’ril seemed…slightly…soothed by the apology and nodded once, obviously more open to hearing the explanation. Again Sihara found herself thankful for Theron’s sudden desire to be tactful…or at least civil.
As he neared the son, however, those lekku twitched and flicked slightly at their ends, warning him silently not to try anything with the boy. Criminal or not, this was her job on the line and she wasn’t going to take kindly to any mishaps…he could be cleared of his actions and sent back to work…she couldn’t. There was also the fact that she just didn’t want anyone there hurt or traumatized any more than was necessary…and the young man was already looking a bit worse for wear. It was only a moment later that she felt his presence brush across hers, reassuring her that he didn’t mean harm to the boy…that he wasn’t going to do anything to him. Appeased, the torgua stood down, her own presence brushing along his in a gentle wave of understanding and mild gratitude. One less thing to worry about.
Now that she was reassured, she had set to work on reassuring the two bith before her. She was no zeltron, but Sihara had learned easily enough how to calm and sooth others by radiating her own calm emotions through the force. It was passive, unobtrusive and fairly undetectable by any other than another force user, she simply radiated calm, pushing it out into the room at large. True, she worked on a smaller scale at the moment than the ENTIRE room, but the ones that needed it most were not but a few feet from her so that was all she focused on. It helped for when Theron gave his explanation and she felt the father’s temper and stubborn disbelief begin to rise along with his son’s fear and discomfort. She wouldn’t have the boy doing something stupid, like bolting for the door, or the father doing something foolish like shouting at Theron about how it couldn’t be truth….it just wouldn’t do. A small rise in her insistence that they remain calm through the force was all that was needed to keep the father quiet and the son seated.
As her former partner rounded away from the boy, coming behind her, the muscles of her back tensed at his touch, momentarily breaking what little concentration was required for what she was doing. Golden green eyes flickered over to him as he paused beside her, one lekku flicking in her agitation at the unexpected action. He may have understood how the ordeal could affect her employment, but that didn’t mean she understood that his touch was meant for reassurance. It was simply a foreign touch that she wasn’t expecting and wasn’t quite sure how to respond to.
“Do you have proof of what you’re saying Knight Lykaios? I understand that my son has been in trouble with the law before, but this is just…it’s difficult to accept or believe that he would be involved in something so…so…”
He allowed his thought to trail off as he shook his head.
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Post by Vex on Dec 19, 2009 20:56:35 GMT -5
That wasn't unexpected. He pulled out his datapad, cueing up the proper files before stepping forward and handing it to Mr. Y'ril. Inside were the files indicating the data traffic, carefully traced back from the prison security systems and data centers. It went back all the way through the Holonet, running through some attempted misdirection servers, but eventually brought back to the son's terminal.
It helped that he had certain slicing characteristics. Most of them were a prideful lot...he was no different. He had a digital calling card...one that had been in the files he'd added to the prison systems...and on his own computer. It wasn't uncommon for them to think that they were above the ability to be caught.
"Republic authorities have already been called. Your son's testimony and cooperation in this, in helping to stop Vex Praetor, would be quite beneficial for us and would reflect positively towards leniency."
It was bleak, but there wasn't much way to sugar coat it. He would allow the man to peruse at his leisure before retrieving the pad. Even at this moment, he could feel that Republic security forces had arrived and begun to make their way up toward the penthouse.
He moved back toward Sihara...having ignored her unease and slight consternation at his touch. He gave her a mute smile...barely a ghost of a lift in the corner of his mouth before he flashed that vision in her mind once more and then let his intent for reassurance wash against her.
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Dec 19, 2009 22:53:15 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 19, 2009 22:53:15 GMT -5
Y’ril had taken the datapad and glanced through it, sighing heavily and shaking his head. It looked just like all the other datapads the authorities had shown him, and he wasn’t completely unknowledgeable in such things. He looked at his son for a moment, then to Theron, and lastly Sihara as if she might be able to say something to change the reality of the situation. With a closing of her eyes, and a slight bow of her head (which was, of course, made far more noticeable due to her sleek montral), she made it quite obvious that there was nothing she could say or do in the matter.
Theron…pain in the rear that he was to her…saw fit to give her another taste of that vision and she slammed her defenses up to keep him out and missing his intent. Now was NOT a good time to be brandishing such things to her. The, now bristling, woman had flinched slightly at the vision, preferring to keep business as business and everything else in her life as just that…everything else. This mind frame extended to the point that she attempted to keep possible distractions to her job…such as unwelcome visions…out of her mind entirely. Work and life were two completely separate entities that she didn’t want mixing. It was, perhaps, a very jedi mindset…but who could really blame her? She was, after all, only a month free of the Order.
The com line rang through as the front desk called up to inform them that the authorities were on their way up and she felt the shift in the bith’s thinking and, sure enough, he was looking at her a moment later. With a calm “excuse us please” to Theron, he motioned for her to follow him. He needn’t have as she was already on the move, stepping with him away from the others. The exchange was swift enough, but it brought her little good news. Nodding once, handed him the datapad she had in her pocket, allowing him to sign it and hand it back to her to stow away once more. With another nod, she stepped away and paced back in the direction of the door. Passing by Theron on her way out, she paused nearly shoulder to shoulder with the man and looked at him with a slight smile.
It was good seeing you again, Theron. --If you need me you can find me on Shili or reach me on this com number. Until then, may the Force be with you, Theron.--
She had pressed her com code to him through her thoughts as she’d ‘spoken’ to him swiftly and silently. Only a swift and light brush of her presence to his was given as a farewell before she stepped past him and out the door. As she passed down the short outer hallway, she sighed heavily and came to a halt at the turbo lift, pressing a finger against the button for it before leaning against the wall, arms folded before her, eyes sliding closed lightly as she waited.
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Dec 20, 2009 12:30:53 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Dec 20, 2009 12:30:53 GMT -5
She'd slammed down her walls before he could impress her intent upon him. It was unfortunate, but he was reminded that she was indeed from a predator race and that often came out in her temper, well-controlled though it was. There were certain instances where she reached her limit...and quickly. He couldn't feel what she felt going through that quiet, whispered conversation, but he didn' have to in order to know her disappoinment. The exchange was swift and then she was walking back toward him.
He turned his head to look at her as she paused there, shoulder to shoulder with him. He nodded at her words, hearing the message she gave him in his mind. -I would see you out, Sihara...but I need to deal with the authorities. Don't go too far too quick...I'll contact you after I've finished with things here.-
His eyes lingered on her as she departed before reluctantly turning back to Mr. Y'ril and his son. He could only hope that things weren't terribly difficult. He gave it even odds as to whether or not Y'ril and his son were going to make things simple or difficult. The Republic guards exited the lift in front of her, passing by her on their way to the penthouse.
While he could have used her calming trick during the ensuing events, things ended easily enough. It had taken time, however, and he was frustrated that it had required as much as it had. It was why he preferred taking care of things personally, without Republic involvement. It couldn't be helped in this case, however.
He dialed in her number in his comlink as he exited the building and waited for his hover cab to arrive. Once she answered, he spoke, "Sihara...it's Theron. Would you like to meet up?"
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Dec 20, 2009 19:22:54 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 20, 2009 19:22:54 GMT -5
His reply hadn’t gone unnoticed, besides…it wasn’t as if she was going to be able to get a flight booked this late in the day anyway. If she tried hard enough, certainly she could, but…Sihara just didn’t feel like pressing the envelope to get back to Shili like she were a dog running away with its tail between its legs. Anyway, there was a certain chiss on this planet now that she was…oddly interested in. As she watched the security pass her from out of the lift, she stepped in and rested back against the wall of it. For the life of her, the togruta couldn’t figure out just why she was so intrigued by Theron.
He was impulsive. He was hard headed. He was hot tempered. He was a pain in her rear!
There was just nothing that screamed “take interest in me!” about the man. Huffing a sigh she’d mulled the situation about in her mind while the lift had carried her downward and she’d left the apartment complex. From there it was just wasting time. She’d booked her passage to Shili for the next day around noon and then wandered nearly aimlessly…not that a trained force user ever really COULD wander aimlessly. She’d simply followed the tides of the force that swirled about her through the air, carrying her along like the fish in the oceans of Manaan.
They’d led her in and out of several shops, pulling her toward various people or items, giving her tastes of thoughts and emotions and intents. Always she left physically empty handed, but with new information about the people she’d come across: a single mother down on her luck who Sihara stealthily slipped a few credits to so she could pay for the food she needed, a run away and troubled teen who decided to go home after a few “words” from the togruta decided to go home to his worried parents, a suicidal man looking longingly over the edge of a landing pad who began to see some small patch of light in his darkness with a few kind words from a stranger, a gang hopeful intent on killing someone to pass his initiation who found himself disarmed and held captive until local security could arrive…and so her time went by.
By the time her com started chirping at her, she had nearly completely lost herself to the tides of the force. When it did chirp at her, she started and blinked around for a moment before snatching it from her belt.
Horula here…
“Sihara…it’s Theron. Would you like to meet up?”
A small smile formed on her face and she chuckled to herself quietly before she replied.
Certainly…but...
Golden-green eyes scanned the area around her and she wondered just how far she’d actually gone. Rust hued face turned, her head swiveling from side to side as she attempted to pinpoint just where she was. He would hear her chuckle again on her side of the com as she gave up the attempt.
…it might take me a little while to meet you. I’m not entirrely sure how farr I’ve wanderred since I left. I’ve…made myself useful arround the city and didn’t parrticularrly pay mind to just wherre my feet were taking me.
There was no small amount of humor buried in her voice as she spoke, the amusement bringing that light trill back to her voice.
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Dec 20, 2009 22:43:12 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Dec 20, 2009 22:43:12 GMT -5
"You're trilling again...and no worries. I'll meet you half way...just let your feet take you where they need to." Chuckling, he closed out the comlink and stowed it, drawing the Force around him, focusing on her as he eased his way into the ebb and flow of the Force, letting it guide him along through the streets, the people, the traffic. He didn't have the destination in time because, like her, he didn't know where he was or where he was going. He felt it was right to step into a hover cab and take it down a couple levels to the lower streets.
Stepping out, he moved two blocks, coming out to the a balcony overseeing some of nighttime scenery and the stretch of the city below.
Leaning on that safety railing, he settled there to wait. It felt right. This was the place to be. He rested his palm on his chin, staring out through the night to the scenes below as he waited.
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Dec 21, 2009 19:38:04 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 21, 2009 19:38:04 GMT -5
A little, almost embarrassed, chuckle escaped her as Theron pointed out the fact that she was trilling.
That’s entirely possible…I wouldn’t doubt it at all actually. I’ll see you when I see you.
She’d pointedly kept herself from trilling that time. The sound itself came from heightened emotions…the stronger her emotions, the more noticeable the trill became. It had been a habit she’d had to break herself of before, upon her last trip to Shili, but she doubted she would even attempt to break it this time around. Living on the planet required her to trill easily and often, attempting to break herself of it would only be a step backward. As she meandered back through the streets, Sihara found herself mulling over the various trills she made during those times and what emotions connected to them. Stepping onto a one level lift, she glanced around momentarily.
The first thing that caught her was the view…that sparkling cityscape glimmered brightly and, for a moment, she felt at ease in this concrete jungle, peaceful and tranquil. The feeling didn’t come often for her while surrounded by so much city and so little flora, but there were times when even she couldn’t deny the urban beauty of a place. The next to catch her attention was something far more familiar…and far closer than she had originally expected. That silvery sheen of dark and light, a presence she knew well enough…rough as stone, smooth and cool as running water…Theron. Pacing toward him silently, she came up beside him and placed her hands on the smooth metal railing, gazing out across the skylanes and the traffic that passed by in blurs of color and light.
It didn’t take much to find you it seems…I’m glad I’ve not lost my touch yet.
She chuckled mildly and turned her eyes from the scene to the man beside her, smiling at him for a moment before looking back at the nighttime view he’d found.
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Post by Vex on Dec 21, 2009 20:12:05 GMT -5
"It's easier to meet when two people are following different ends of the same path. Eventually, they'll meet each other rounding one of the bends." He caught that smile she threw his way, returning it. In the dim twilight of the city, the white of his teeth was brilliant against his darker complexion. "But no, Sihara...it is quite apparent that your touch is anything but lacking."
That poor choice of words had his mind coming around to their encounter earlier today...from the rush of the chase and their altercation...to the different one that had occurred on the roof of that residence building. He dampened the rush of warmth that entered his blood and turned around, facing away from that view of the city. Leaning against the railing, he crossed his arms over his chest. He turned his head, looking her over slowly.
Other thoughts and memories filtered through his consciousness. He remembered Corellia...remembered feeling her in the Force...feeling her death creeping on, swallowing her up...and pausing just there, leaving her dangling to life so precariously. He had been frightened...frightened for her. He'd never gotten attached to other's he'd worked with before. After all...that was one of the few tenets he'd managed to adhere to easily. The fact that she was alive...and indeed, he'd tasted that life in her, in that kiss...he just now realized how glad he was for it.
In many ways, he felt he was responsible for her choice to leave the Order. If he hadn't decided to have them split up, she would not have faced Vex on her own...she wouldn't have reached the point that made her make that choice. Her life now was his fault...and he'd only made it worse now, even if unintentionally.
Sighing, he looked pensive. "Sihara, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make your life harder...if I'd known about the slicer's connection to your employer, I would have waited. I know how much getting those parts means to you."
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