The Dark Academy on Korriban

Zeno raps lightly at Sinea's door. He didn't want to leave without saying goodbye to his new favorite seer. He waits outside her door looking over his datapad studying up on Dantooine.

The door slid open as Sinea stood there in a black dress. "Oh hello there, Sith Deathwright. What bring you here?" There was a smile playing on her lips.

"You mean you don't know?" he asks with a chuckle. He doesn't even ask if he can come in, simply strolling in like he owned the school. "Should have seen me coming shouldn't you?"

"Getting ready for a party I see."

"What can I say? Sometimes I like to be surprised." She opened the door wide, gesturing him to come in. "Just enjoying the perks of civilization and the feel of silk."

"Surprises can be quite fun." When he gets in the room he turns to look at her and take her in. "Civilization looks good on you Sith Sinae. It quite agrees with you."

"Well, what can I say? Our ancestors bled for it... I mean mostly, they bled our enemies. It would feel bad not to make good use of it." She now noticed the datapad in his hand. "Oh, Sith Deathwright? Reading? Oh my, are you feeling well?"

"Got a mission soon, just reading up on the planet. First time to Dantooine," he says with a shrug, before tossing the datapad over to her bed. "The party is later. I'm gonna have to ask a favor of you though."

"Oh? And here I thought you just came for my lovely voice." She raised a hand dramatically to her forehead. "What has the world come to when I am more than just a pretty face?" She sat down onto the bed and raised the datapad, skimming over it. "Dantooine? Mhm, nice place. Take some pics for me will you."

She then casually threw the datapad back, and it skid a bit until it hit the wall. "So, what is it that I can do to help."

No sooner had she sat down and picked up the datapad, that Zeno took her hand and pulled her up, putting a hand on her waist. "First thing... stuffy parties may end up becoming a regular thing with Lord Zash." He smiles at her again. "Teach me to dance?"

"Pft." She raised a hand to his shoulder. "You know... the traditional sith dances involved painting yourself with the blood of enemies, I heard. You might be good at that." She leaned in and whispered into his ear. "Now tell me the second thing so I don't have get a vision about it. Seeing too much into the future will lead to crow's eyes you know."

"I would not want that for you. You're eyes are too beautiful for that," he says. "The second, is to tell you how much I've appreciated our time together and that I look forward to future cooperation. I'll be away for some time, but I'd like to keep in touch. But yes, I'll definitely send you pictures. Maybe even bring something back for you if you ask nicely."

"I'm sure you say that to every Sith that teaches you to dance." She smiled at him, then her leg gently touched his. "First, take a step back. Then move to the side. Sway the hip." She showed how. "Keeping in touch sounds fun. I have a feeling that House Deathwright will be coming up in the world, and it always pays to have friends." She let out a low and slow laugh at his mention of a souvenir. "Well... I'm looking forward to it then."

"That is only true because I've never asked anyone to teach me how," he replies, his initial movements relatively jerky at learning the new movements. Though to be honest, his natural reflexes ensured that he did not step on her or run her over.

"It's always a good idea to keep in touch with a capable sith, I imagine." When he says 'touch' he pulls her a bit tighter to himself and smirking. "What type of souvenir would you like? Anything you like collecting?"

"Favors." She said a small giggle. "Now step forward." She led languidly. "Otherwise... I'm always a fan of something useful. Or something I can wear. You know me." She suddenly stepped in close. "I'm happy as long as I'm well fed."

He seems to slowly be getting the hang of the movements. He's certainly no professional but with actual training he could likely be a pretty amazing dancer. But as she stepped in as close as she did, he gave a teasing smile before separating with an appropriate move he seemed to pick up in this short time.

"Trading favors is always welcome. As you said earlier, the Deathwrights will rise with my influence, and I've already placed some calls and gotten congratulations from old comrades. Promises of support and aid when they can be spared from missions, the support from my mother and father to see the family aid me in my endeavors. I see no reason that my endeavors and your endeavors could not be our endeavors in the future."

He continues the movements, getting slightly less jerky and more smooth as time went on.

"But I can't just pick those up on Dantooine. I don't think people leave those lying on the ground. Perhaps local fashion from the planet will have to do."

"Oh, I didn't know you were going to the local farmer's market on Dantooine." She frowned a bit. "Are there even farmers on Dantooine? No matter." She stretched her arms as they separated, but then she started drawing Zeno in. Violently.

"Perhaps.... what are your goals then? Besides traveling. Perhaps I could see what could be done."

He smirked at her. "You don't like the way farmers dress? I wouldn't do that to you." When he is pulled in violently he smiles down at her, halting the dance. "But I will bring you back something nice."

"My goals and aspirations are relatively simple. I'll serve my master and empire. I suspect that with your talents, knowing when and where to strike would be invaluable, against internal or external threats. And I am positive that you can come up with creative ways an elite squadron might be employed in order to help achieve your goals. I'm more the action and adventure type, so you could potentially rely on me to get into someplace that has something you want or want eliminated."

"What is it that you want?" he asks.

She smirked as she slid her hand down from his shoulder to his waist. "Well... if I see something useful, I'll be happy to drop a hint." She licked her lips slowly. "As for my wants? Information. Something is happening, and someone dark is plotting.... which means it's not happy hour. It has to do with the Massassi though."

"There are always plots in motion. I'm not exactly the most adept at reading them. I usually wait until I see something that needs to be done and then do it. Do you have something specific you suspect?" When she licks her lips he pulls her against himself tighter.

I am giving her time and space... what does that mean here? I mean, I care... but do I deny myself? I'd not expect that of her while she's trying to figure things out...

He then takes Sinea by the hand and lifts it and turns her doing a little dance spin before pulling her against himself, her back to his chest. His hands move to her waist. "Such an excellent dance instructor."

"Me? Suspicious?" She looked up at him, turning backwards, a wide smile. "Always." She stretched herself to lean closer and place a kiss on his lips.

"Magpie. Does it ring any bells?"

He accepted the kiss, returning it, his hands sliding to her stomach and pulling her close. I mean... she's got a fear of being abandoned or hurt. But even she and I were having fun together. And it's not like I'm not going to be there for her...

When their lips separate and she asked her question, he shakes his head negatively. "It's nothing I've ever heard of. I suspect it's not a desert though. Do you have any idea what it could be related to?"

"The future, and the Massassi, and someone dark plotting..." She sighed. "It was a small slimmer of hope, really, not much else. Are you leaving soon? To Dantooine?2

"I am. Later tonight or tomorrow morning," he say. "A bit of adventure. How about yourself? Do you know who you will apprentice to? Where you'll be going?"

"Darth Arya." She smiled. "Not sure when I'm leaving just yet."

She would not care... she wants to commit to nothing at the moment. Time to think... His hands slowly seek upward from Sinae's stomach, one hand eventually making it all the way to her neck. "I think that is not a bad choice for you. She can likely teach you many things about your abilities from what I understand of her." He lowers his lips to her neck, his warm breath a precursor to his lips making contact.