The Dark Academy on Korriban

Zeno reaches over the side of his bed an grabs his datapad from his pack that was sitting nearby. He turns it on and hands it to Shaisha before moving to snuggle in behind her so he can read with her, kissing her on the shoulder and neck.

The background is a family portrait, something she had not seen while he had other stuff up on it previously. It's got him as a small child, what one would assume is his mother and father, his father being a relatively ugly looking pureblood, but his mother quite gorgeous for a human... apparently he landed somewhere in the middle. His sisters are there too and apparently their full blooded human father was not too bad looking either because they were pretty young girls, maybe 13 or 14 in the picture, while zeno appeared to be about 4 or 5. His mother is pregnant in the photo. The lot of them look impassive for the most part... though Zeno's teeth were visible through his smile.

The text communication program is there to access, and had a little number notification on it that says 954... 955 a moment later.

"Fair warning... what you are about to look through is likely to have words and images that may disturb, confuse, upset, entertain and/or arouse. Sometimes in combinations of those." He goes back to putting little kisses on her and watching over her shoulder.

"That's a nice picture," she comments as she gets a good look at the background, leaning her head back to get a better look of him. "Quite the charmer as a child, judging by that smile."

"My mind has seen the gutter already with you, and well... I've experienced some other disturbing things. Challenge accepted."

"I've always been a charmer... just got a little more violent as I got older. Sometimes it overshadows my charm," he chuckles at that. At her acceptance of the challenge, he smiles. "Alright, that's the spirit."

He taps the program and it shows a list from the oldest unopened message. From the list there is a good mix of what he said there would be. The first couple messages are pretty tame well wishes but after a few in one comes up with a picture of... the male anatomy. "Lyman... cheeky bastard," he says as he sees it. That is all that message contains and Zeno seems to recognize the sight of the member on sight. Lyman apparently is no stranger to this behavior.

A few more messages in there's one that catches his eye.



Zeno explains why that one is particularly interesting for him. "He was the top trainee in my class. I only came in third, but we had 3 times as many there than we do here. One of the best pilots I've ever flown with. And damned if he isn't more arrogant than I am." He then goes back to paying as much attention to her neck as he was to the messages.

The first picture makes her giggle a bit. "Close relations to this one, or just how he usually communicates?"

The next message they stop on, she is silent as she begins to read, but soon enough bursts into a laugh. "Such charming language. I'm sure some noble somewhere in Kaas City dropped their expensive drink in shock to even know someone wrote it."

"He has a habit of that," Zeno replies. "I wish I couldn't say one gets used to it."

At the next one he explains with a chuckle, "Kinda changes perspective a little, considering all Deathwrights are technically nobles."

"Make that dropping the drink and then dramatically fainting," she smirks and browses through the messages. "Are all Deathwrights so focused on the lower parts of the male anatomy?"

"It's what you get when you breed and train aggressive starfighter pilots," he says with a chuckle. "But no, not all."

At one point there is a message from one of his sisters.



He reads through it and when he gets to the second paragraph he gets very quiet and still.

"Senna..."

She quietly hugs him close.

"Your sister...?"

Grief was different for everyone, she had learned. Syl and Kris had reacted differently than she had, and Zeno might react in a different way.

His voice quiets a bit. "Yes. She and Mila were nearly inseparable. They needed to be in the same unit. Mila is definitely feeling this more than anyone, even Senna's husband and son." He accepted her hug with a sad smile.

"One more reason to end the Republic."

He kisses her on the forehead. "Let's keep looking...there's bound to be some good news in that many messages." He doesnt look devastated, but it's certainly not pleasant for him.

"... You don't have to for my sake, you know," she murmurs, looking at him and not the datapad.

"It is for me," he says. "A lot of these people are mutual friends. It'll be nice to hear from them."

He kisses her on the shoulder, then repositions so they can both look through messages. "Thank you though." His arm wraps around her and he rests his hand on her stomach.

She nods, understanding the coping-mechanism of continuing.

"Seems you're pretty popular, getting all these mesages. I might almost be envious."

"It's less popular and more about being a part of the Deathwright family." He watches her flip through messages.

One has a photo attached with two females flashing the camera. A somewhat subdued chuckle escapes his lips

"Cousins of yours?" She asks with a teasing laugh, soon followed by another kiss on his arm.

"Seems like a very big family."

"We've been growing for a millennium. We allow skilled pilots to be adopted or marry in. So, yes. We have thousands of members after twenty generations. There are a lot of distant cousins, but lineages of individual sub families are tracked as well. These two are from different sub families. Her I was seeing for about three months, the oth started about a week after the first ended. Four months. And afterwards they found each other and started their relationship. Both relationships ended because they accused me of only being interested in one thing. I did not lie when I confirmed their suspicions. We still get along but they definitely hold it against me."

He kisses her on the shoulder once more.

"I guess they consider that a grad present and a tease. But then, they'd only be disappointed if they found out where I was when I opened it."

"Would they, huh?" Shaisha smiles deviously. "You should let them know then. Let them fume a bit."

He taps a few buttons and the camera comes up, leaving it in her hands, before he gets in a slightly better position and gives her a deeply passionate kiss.

She shifts around a bit to get the best angle of herself, and as she tries to adjust the camera just so, she is distracted by Zeno's kissing.

At least she manages to multitask by setting the camera up for a timer with a good angle, then closes her eyes to join in the kiss fully.

As the timer sounds off and the image is capture, she looks at Zeno with a smile. "So on a scale of 1-10, how upset might they be over this picture?"

"I'm thinking about a 6 or so. They'll probably complain about me to each other and probably tell all their closer friends how much of a man-whore I am. Reassure themselves that I'm the one who's missing out," he says with a smile. "They'll be thoroughly annoyed, but they'll play it off when I see them. I'll poke them and they'll probably huff at me and walk away."

Senna's gone... shit...

After sending the message off he gets back into his comfortable spot behind Shaisha and cuddles in again, this time just settling in with his lips resting on her shoulder and enjoying her scent and warmth. As they continue through the messages, there are more vulgarities, jokes and pictures. Some show off their first or simply new dagger tattoos, many offer drinks and congratulations.

Then there is one from his father. He hadn't been expecting that.

The wording of the message told her who it was from.

And his reaction told her he was... surprised?

"Didn't expect congratulations from your father?" she asks, tilting her head to look at him.

"It's not that. Just surprises me how warm the words are," he replies. "Didn't necessarily expect that from him."

"Did you hear from your father?" Zeno squeezed her gently.

She nods, understanding that he might've been caught up in the moment of his father's words.

"Hm, yes, in person. Not something that happens often. Seems like they would've gotten along with communicating only the barest minimum words nescessary to convey a message."

"Perhaps they would, but my father rarely gets along with anyone. He seems to enjoy taking exception and revenge against that exception," he replies with a shrug. "Though against your father, birthing such would likely only end in disappointment or death."

He kisses Shaisha on the neck then smiles at her.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are today Shaisha?"

He goes back to simply holding her. "Because if not, you are breathtakingly so."

"You might have mentioned it," she replies, biting her lower lip as she smirks. "But I can stand to hear it one more time. Especially since you don't look so bad yourself either, oh top student of the Academy."

"When I get back from my next mission, what do you say to meeting up for dinner and drinks to talk about what we've accomplished?" he asks smiling at her. "I do look forward to hearing about whatever surprise adventures your master has in mind for you... assuming you can share then."