The Dark Academy on Korriban

He looks at her and smirks. "You sure you don't want something different?" He sets his tools down and steps in front of her, placing his hands on the crate by her hips. "I'd probably go with Darth Alluring for you."

She raises an eyebrow. "A bit too on the nose, don't you think? Besides, it's not exactly a name that strikes fear into the hearts of the Republic."

"How about Darth Give Me A Damn Kiss Already?" he says, with a devious grin.

Just after he said that the muffled sound of music from his helmet turned off and the sound of his comlink came up, volume loud enough to be heard by both Shaisha and him.



He looked to it with an annoyed glare, having not caught exactly what was said due to his focus being elsewhere. He closes his eyes in annoyance and smiles at Shaisha. "One moment."

Grabbing his datapad, he switched the call to output through there so he didn't have to put his helmet on. "I'm sorry... I didn't catch that. I was in the middle of something. You mentioned Baesal?" His own voice seemed to not be overly concerned with her demands at the moment. He could hear something was going on but he was wondering if he had been "pocket dialed".

"It is empty," he says. "Don't get pissy with me... are you?" A long pause as he finally hears the sound of heavy-ish breathing and other things he was familiar with.

"Don't break anything, and clean up after yourselves whenever your done. I find anything broken or left behind when I get back in there... well, you're gonna want to inspect your food for a while. Room 1241, code to get in is maimdeathkillfuckbunnies."

He sighed and tossed the datapad back on the cargo container after ending the call. He walks back over to Shaisha. "I hope they have fun."

Shaisha listens in silence to the rather random conversation, and when the call ends, she snorts a laugh.

"Well, that was something. Get calls like that often?"

"No. And I'm surprised that it happened honestly," he says with a shrug. "And I'm gonna have to slap some people around for tearing down my build up." He looks at her with smirk.

"Ah, but I have the high ground," she gestures triumphantly to her place on the boxes.

"Are we playing queen of the hill now?" he asks, his hands moving to rest on the sides of her thighs. "Because if so, I don't think I'd mind losing to you."

"You're not a queen," she chuckles, squirming a little at his touch. "Does that disqualify you?"

"Just giving you the benefit of the doubt," he replies, his fingertips scratching gently. "Assuming you'd win. You did beat me in that race after all."

"You let me win," her smile fades and is replaced by a cold scowl instead.

"And you know it," he replies. "But I considered the price for losing more valuable than the prize for winning. And I know you enjoyed your prize even if it was won under false pretenses. I could feel it."

She was hard-pressed to maintain her scowl. "Oh, shush you. I was merely letting the insult slide because you seemed so willing to satisfy."

"I'm not a selfish man... most of the time." His hands slip up to her waist and he grips firmly. "I love to take the opportunity to share and give of myself to those I care for."

She looks at him with a raised eyebrow-ridge, and a smirk forming on her face. "And I am one of those?"

"Absolutely. We've fought and bled together, sought adventure together, shared moments of intimacy together. And we are sith so I have felt deeply in each of those instances with you. So yes, I care. There are some I care for more, but you have proven yourself capable, powerful, and worth my efforts to work with."

"You're such a romantic," she teases, leaning forward to rest her forehead against his. "But I do hope we'll get to find more adventure together. Killing Death's Shadow shouldn't be the end, but the beginning. And there's still so much left to kill and conquer."

"So much..." he say, closing his eyes with the touch of her head. He reaches his hand up to the sides of her face, caressing her cheeks gently with his thumbs. ""We'll bring death."

She breathes in deeply in response to his touch. "I look forward to when we'll stand together and bring death to the Jedi, rather than just beasts."

Her own hands move up his arms and to his shoulders.

"Opportunities to do so may be few and far between having different masters, but I'll definitely do my best to answer your call if it is sent. I will walk through fire and carve a path in corpses to fight by your side."

"Likewise, if you need me, I will answer the call, my friend," her hands caressed the skin up his neck, and the light fingers continued alongside his jawline.

"We may not nescessarily be as parted, even with different masters. If Darth Vowrawn decide to truly take me on as his apprentice, well, he seems to be on speaking terms with Zash. Who knows, we may still have the chance to go side by side on the same hunting grounds."

"That would be fortunate," he says with a nod. "More chances for interactions, both violent and passionate, would be welcome."

"I could bring you violence, but having seen you against Death's Shadow, I think I'll know when to choose my battles against you," she chuckles. "If I want to fight you, in earnest, you won't see the first attack coming."

"So I'll rather bring the passion."

He moves moves one of his hands to his tools and grabs a metal cutting implement. "Shaish, for me they're the same thing." He keeps his head against hers as he grabs one of her hands and places the tool in it. He then starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a familiar web of scars. "The same thing."