The Dark Academy on Korriban

Jo'ren lifted his saber and slashed in the direction of the Yubashi tribe to emphasise the point.

Baes giggled a little since she was ticklish in that spot. She tried to make the massassi women understand that this was more of a beautification act then an hostile one. She also motionned them to try it themselves

The massassi nod approvingly at the violent swing and offer more of their blood wine to the aspirants.

The big sith nodded, turned off his saber, and took the offered blood wine. After a deep swig he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and raised it up. "This stuff's pretty damn good. Aspirant Torsin, ready for some more?"

Sylvain took more wine and passed it to Jo'Ren.

The women begin painting their hair and the faces of the males, they stay away from the light colors especially white, but they tend to fierce designs, stylized predators and skulls of black. Some try to match the shifting colors of Yavin in the sky and soon many of the massassi are painting, they even bring more of their own face pants and some females offer to paint the togruta and twi’lek.

Said Togruta agrees and lets herself be painted by the massassi females

Moyr consented to her arms being painted, but painted Jag'rih back in fearsome Sith symbols that were already present on her own lekku.

Jo'ren shrugged and drank some more. It occurred to him that Sinea's vision might well refer to the other tribe in the area, and that perhaps this village could be persuaded to help in repelling the attack. He handed the wine vessel back to the Massassi.

(OOC: What are the warriors armed with? Is it all primitive stuff or do they appear to have sith weapons?)

Mostly primitive metal and stone weapons but some like the spokesman have deep black metallic swords and axes of obvious Sith inspiration.

Jo'ren was inspecting the weapons carried by the tribe when his stomach growled loudly. He was a big guy, and the ratio pack he had been given wasn't very filling. His survival pack and rations were back at the camp, so he wouldn't starve, but wasn't very comfortable.

He laughed and patted his stomach, then gestured to the spokes-Massassi, miming taking another drink. The blood wine was the only thing like food that he'd seen, although maybe that was the cause rather than the cure. He looked over at the Imperial task force.

"Pretty good afternoon's work Captain Harad. Hungry work though." He smiled slightly and looked to see if there was a top-up coming.

“The Empire prevails, my lord,” Captain Harad says to Jo’ren.

The massassi bring some food stuffs, mostly dried fish and flat breads. They offer the food to the gathered Sith and Imperials.

Moyr joined the small feast over which she bonded more with Jag'rih, having Baes nearby to help with translations.

Plus, real food. That made her stomachs happy.

Baes followed suit, glad to have food and glad to make contacts with the tribe

"That it does Captain, that it does." Now Captain Harad was a man that would have made Gerry proud to be an Imperial citizen.

As the massassi brought a feast he couldn't help but smile and began to eat the offered fish and bread. He looked over at Moyr and held up a fish. "Here's to never eating paste again."