The Dark Academy on Korriban

Sylvain found himself in the market for the second straight day trying to get some supplies for a difficult trek. Finding the store he wanted, he haggled over the price of 2 respiration masks for he and his friend.

Korriban Merchants were proving to be tough cookies.

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(OOC: 0 successes, 3 advantage)

OOC: He can get one at book price.

“You are weak, submit to me and you will be more powerful than you ever dreamed, pretty thing,” the force spirit hissed in his ear.

Sylvain was taken by surprise by the voice in his head. He had seen her last night in his dreams, but this was her first manifestation since yesterday while he was awake.

Subordinate yourself to me and perhaps I'll let you ride my coattails to greater glory than you ever achieved, slave-wife.

She laughed, savage and sharp and then ran a taloned finger along his back. It felt real as she spoke, “I submit to power and strength, you have shown me neither. Only weakness and affection for the hated Je-dai.”

Her basic was heavily accented as she continued, “You wish to control me? You can barely control yourself.”

Your entrance into my mind was an act of destiny... I will prove to you and all the narrow-minded fools who turn their backs on Power in any form, that the Empire is stronger than some foolish and short-sighted dogma. My path will leave fools like you crushed in my wake.

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(OOC: Is there some roll I can do to subdue/punish her, like with Influence or Discipline/Willpower?)

“I care not for this Empire, or what will come after. I have seen the rise and fall of great warriors. Time is forever and in time even this Empire will be as dust,” she replied with a cutting laugh.

OOC: Coercion roll versus 2 Challenge dice and 2 Difficulty dice to silence her.

You are wrong.

He said defiantly. But ultimately was too weak to suppress the voice in his head.

(OOC: Oh geez.... Worst Roll Ever)

Sylvain laughed and said, "I told you... you are weak."

The merchant looked at him and said, "Come again."

"Shut up," Sylvain hissed. To emphasize his words he grabbed the man by the throat. The man gurgled and choked. Sylvain laughed and then threw him to the ground.

"Silence."

Remmington wanders around the market once again. Seeing Sylvain he offers the man a greeting. "Good morning. Well I suppose that is one way to get a deal Acolyte."

Niriti wondered into the area, something seemed to be off as she listened to the acolyte talk to the tender of the shop. "Acolyte?" she looked in awe to the reaction of the dark force user as she approached and stood next to Remmington, nodding towards him to acknowledge his presence there as well.

“He failed to give me a deal I could live with, so now I have to kill him,” Sylvain said with a smile.

The merchant’s eyes went wide and pleaded for his life.

“Is everyone so weak? You beg and plead as if you will move me,” he chuckled lightly and pressed his foot down on the man’s chest forcefully.

The station had a market? Perhaps she would be able to find something with her meager amounts of credits. Something useful. So there she was, browsing. Hoping. And... ooh, a commotion. Layne moved towards the sounds only to find...

A weakling pretending he's not a weakling...

Or had he grown a spine? Interesting.

Sylvain turned to those gathered and said, “Good an audience for my execution. Bloodshed should be shared so that you understand the price for displeasure or failure.”

“Of course if you wish to curry my favor, I will gladly allow you to kill this wretch for me.”

"I am not that interested in gaining favour. Plus some of us still need to get some shopping done and I rather not lose a loyal and faithful servant of the Empire." Remmington replies while turning his glance over to the merchant at the end. He waits to see the merchant's reaction.

"Ooh..."

That was a good point. To capitalize on.

"...yeah, what he said. Attacking a loyal servant of the empire right after what we were just tasked to do? *Your* execution, you said huh? Sounds about right."

The merchant nodded and squealed, “I am very loyal!”

Sylvain drew his sword, “Your Empire, is not mine. I care nothing for it. It is nothing more than a shadow of what has come before. You speak like a weak child, you address a Queen, first among the slave-wives. I should have your head.”

Khalim wanders through the market looking for anything of interest that might be of use out in the wastes when he comes across...a scene, for sure.

Did he just claim to be a queen? I mean, I guess that answers some questions...

He takes a quick glimpse over the stall's wares to see if the merchant had anything of value before deciding if he should intercede on their behalf.

She burst out laughing.

He's gone mental. This is GREAT!

She just couldn't contain herself.

"Your Empire?" Remmington looks at Sylvain wondering if he has gone mad. "Just who are you?"

He moves to intercept Sylvain by grabbing his sword hand when he sees the weapon being drawn but approaches cautiously and not in a way to seem menacing to Sylvain.

Sylvain watched Remmington closely.

OOC: This will require a Brawl or Athletics roll versus 3 challenge dice and an Ability die. Gain a boost die as this body is new to her.

Remmington closes the distance quickly and grabs Sylvain by the arm. He looks the other man in the eyes. "What's the matter? Sarlaac got your tongue?"


Athletics/Brawn to grab Sylvain's sword arm. 2eA+1eP+1eB+3eC+1eD = 1 success

So bizarre all that had gone on in just a moments time. "I would rather not lose a source of supplies for the academy and for ourselves." She starts as she gazes at the male student who had just described himself as a queen. "I mean, I'm all for giving an example to all the people around here about who has the biggest balls, and who is on top of the food chain and all that, but we need this scum to work for us so that we can get our daily food and maintain our houses clean at all times. Specially since he seems like he is the only one that has all those supplies that you were looking for."

She takes the parts that seemed to be what Sylvain was looking for till now, and wonders at them. "At least they are the best ones you will find around here, for whatever was your purpose."

(Trying to Deceive him out of it. Just let me know your Discipline rank.)

“Whatever a sarlacc is, I am sure it is nothing compared to me.” She looked at his hand and then back to his eyes, “You wish to prove your strength to me? I do not think this body has proper parts but prove your strength and you may have the pleasure of being ravaged by a Queen.”

OOC: Deception roll against her uses 2 Challenge Dice and 2 Difficulty dice.

Ravaged by a queen...

She kept laughing. This was too good. Oh man. Oh she needed this so much. She hadn't laughed in forever. Actually she couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed at anything.