The Dark Academy on Korriban

Moyr was reading. Zash's databases were extensive, and even rereadings yielded new insights. Becoming a Sith was serious business, and Moyr wanted to have an upper hand in whatever she dedicated herself to.

A little knock could be heard in the room followed by a fake whisper from the empty corridor

"Psssst! Is Moy-Moy here?

"Sure, unless she's frolicking with three horny Mandalorians somewhere. Come check."

Baesal opened the door and entered the room.

"So! Where are naked mandalorians or, more importantly, were is their ship?"

"In the closet, of course."

There was no closet in the room. Moyr waved for Baes to come inside and close the door.

"And they had to pawn the ship to buy me presents that got them here. How are your dirty adventures?"

Zyn gave a laugh and came inside

"My adventures? Greasy and full of men in uniforms...

She closed the door behind her

"...and how are yours dear Moyr?"

"I scheme, seduce and deceive, as usual. You know the despicable me."

Moyr pulled her legs up and patted the place on the bed near her.

"Seriously though, any twists today?"

"Asked from the revolt? Layne brought me an old droid to examine."

She takes a seat

"...she is surprising that one..."

"Who's she? I don't believe I met her."

''Layne? I met her back on Sadow's Rage. She is a former slave from the Kessel mines and she killed a Sith with her bare hands.''

Zyn crossed her legs

''I am surprised you haven't hear of her, she spoke with the Emperor's Wrath and now possesses a black lightsaber. Ther call her The Little Wrath now''

"It seems many social sensations elude me. It must be something about not being human."

Moyr pouted.

"That, and I have been hanging out with Mandalorians more than with... competition. Besides, Little Wrath sounds like a cute name for a flatulence. So, what's the deal with the droid?"

''It is a droid from the time of Ajunta Pall apparently. She wanted to have some info from his memories so I repaired him for her and...I got to keep him.''

She shrugs

''He not to bad to have around and will be a welcome help for many endeavors and...oh!...'' she snaps her fingers remembering

''Are you interested in a raid inside The Black Pyramid?''

"Ajundra Pail, huh? Prospectively. Right now I am more interested in this. Take a look."

A few clicks on her datapad later there was a starmap overlay onto Korriban topography before Baes' eyes, pointing at the Restricted Tombs.

"I want us to go there tomorrow. We have a real chance to be ahead of her and get a true leverage with a few honchos."

Baesal got serious when Moyr showed her the fruit of her research

''Clever girl''

She nods to her proposition

''Yes...Yes indeed, this will be first...I'll try to schedule things with Layne then.''

"I sometimes surprise myself how ingenious I can be."

Moyr laughed, then stroked one of Baes' head-tails in passing.

"Get your sabre ready by then, dear. I don't really know what we can encounter. And while Zeno may sometimes be hard to control or to to be pulled onto the same page as us, we should bring him in too. I'll also take Syl Torsin. Do you know him?"

Baesal's lekku twitched and she giggled

''Hiii! That tickles!''

She hands back the pad and turns to Moyr

''But I won't stop you if you want to continue...''

''Alas I do not know this Syl fellow but my lightsaber is ready'' she said while holding out the sleek black and silver soho hilt ''I just need a crystal right now''

"He's the son of the Minister of War. A good bet if we need to talk our way through."

Moyr caught the lekku between her fingertips after she took an appreciative look of the shoto hilt.

"You should get your crystal tomorrow... so, my days of teasing have paid off in building up your desire to be massaged by this naughty Twi'lek?"

Said Twi'lek drew closer with an impish expression, laying the other hand on Baes' thigh.

Baesal squirms feebly has her head-tail was being handled by her friends delicate hands

''Moyr has friends in high places I see...'' she continues with wide smile on her face

As Moyr came closer with that exploring hand the smile transitionned into a small pout

''Well...Auntie Zyn keeps telling me your are a bad influence...''

Her thighs began to rub together when she finished with a coy whisper ''...but not one I dislike...''

"Auntie Zyn needn't know about this."

The fingers closed around the lekku and started stroking up and down. Another was pulled along the closed gap down to the rubbing knees. Moyr leaned in to whisper sultrily.

"After all, what's a little depravity between friends."

Baesal continued to tremble as the first hand began the delightful torture of her head-tails

''No she does'nt...''

She had mean to continue but her breathing began to be difficult as Moyr's secong hand carressed her legs to the knees

''My! Do...do you treat all of your friends like this?''

Her own hand tentatively found its way the twilek's side and slowly and delicately began to trail her back along the spine

"Only those I have a genuine appetite for..."

Inhibitions had been chipped, pockets of resistance were wavering. Teasing would last a moment longer, but soon Moyr would have her way... probably.

“Oh Master Zyn should I provide a poem to better improve the romantic coupling?” the droid says approaching in a friendly manner.

“You destroy my foes,
Starting with their heads,
Down to their toes!

I take their lives,
Rivers run red with their blood,
Join me as one of my slave-wives.”

The droid adds, “I hope that has improved the mood.” Apparently he has been wondering the halls... or something, deal with it.

Baesal bursted out in laughter when the droid started interrupting them with that horrible poem...

Oh gods

''It might be an idea to improve your repertoire R5-T8...that slave-wife is not appropriate''

Baesal then turned to Moyr, trying to restrain her laughing

''It seems the mood as been somewhat altered...Meet my new assistant droid R5-T8, R5-T8 meet my friend Moyr Ahaya''

“It is a pleasure to meet you, sentient being. Master Zyn how can I be of assistance?” he says dutifully.

Moyr curled up, rocking with her hands holding her shins from unstoppable hilarity. Even when addressed she couldn't stop laughing for some time.

"Uh... hey, droid. Do you second as a jukebox?"