[center][b]Welcome to Korriban: A collab of Siths and Minors[/b][/center] --- Azazel noms another thing of her frozen spiced cocoa as she waits for the pilot to announce there arrival. Nearby, Kitt is working on readjusting her combat armour to her small frame in a fit. More often than not, the diminutive Echani smacks the armour and looses a growl of frustration. Azazel looks at her uncertainly before allowing her gaze to move back ahead. Most of the others had taken off to The Wheel or had been given their own tasks before even leaving Tapani Space. She sniffs and takes another huge glob in her mouth as she looks about. Even Hakkri was no longer with her right now. For the best, really, he would just make this mess with Andrea even worse. She frowns and tries to sink down into her throne and hide behind her mug. Andrea must still be furious after all she had done to betray her trust. Azazel frowns, feeling her heart continue to sink. Perhaps Andrea would still be furious. She sighs, “Do you think I could go and hide in my chambers now? Just sleep?...” Kitt huffs, “You've hardly slept the whole way here. What makes you think you'll start now?” She growls and jams a tool against the armour and dents it inward to fit her frame better. The armour had been designed for some of the larger crew. The pilot pipes up, “Approaching Korriban now, exiting Hyperspace. Establish communication for clearance.” Azazel winces and draws her mug closer to herself, sipping some of the melted creamy chocolate into her mouth. The crew began to busy as the communication officer duo started doing a new game of Rock-Paper-Scissors to determine the poor sod to talk to Andrea. The woman lost this time and appeared to be ready to clock the other violently over the head before she flushes, seeing Azazel overhead and gets to work establishing the line. “This is The Dagda, requesting permission to land. Please don't blow us up,” she tacks on with a slight plead in her voice. The Dark Rebirth went to battle stations the second a ship had been identified entering the system and approaching Korriban. Reneva looked at the charts and once identification came through ordered everyone to stand down at the same time that the Dagda contacted them, she herself responded. "This is captain Reneva Shitha of the Dark Rebirth, welcome to Korriban. We have been expecting you, I have orders to request the lady Azazel to get to the surface, a guide will be provided who will take her before Andrea." And that was all she was allowed to say, frowning over the cryptic command she had gotten from Andrea herself before she had herself locked away. The communications pair look at Azazel with befuddled expressions as Azazel slumps back in her chair after sitting at the edge in anticipation. “This is either going to be very bad... or surprisingly decent.” Kitt snorts and jams the tool against her armor once more before slinging it on. Azazel looks at her in confusion, “What are you doing?” “Coming with you, of course,” she snaps, not even bothering to look up as she does up the snaps. Azazel rolls her eyes and stands up, going to prepare herself as the ship made to land. As Azazel finishes up, adjusting her robes carefully, she makes her ways down and out, where Kitt was already waiting in full armour. Azazel crooks a brow at her and the Echani fails to respond, just looking dead-ahead at the approaching guide. Azazel shakes her head and goes up to meet her. “What's going on? Why didn't Andrea come to meet me personally?” Darth Khanna bowed and was about to utter a welcome to the other sith when she started asking questions rapidly, she closed her mouth and then opened again after a moment to respond to Azazel's questions. "Lady Andrea is somewhat occupied, but she did leave us orders that you were to be taken before her no matter what her current status was." She smiled and gestured, "If you would follow me to her quarters, though I think you know the way, then you can understand the need for this." "KHANNA!" Came a sudden shout and the Dathomiri disciple stiffened and turned around, Rhak-skuri was marching towards the landing pad, clearly furious. "IS IT TRUE!?" She all but snarled. Khanna remained calm however, "Is what true?" The Togruta growled, ignoring Azazel. "I have been requesting a meeting with Andrea for days and no reply but when... she arrives." She glances at Azazel with disdain before turning back to Khanna. "She gets a escort to be brought before Andrea right away!? This is outragious!" Fire begins to flicker about Azazel's arms and shoulders as she turns upon Rhak-skuri. Kitt, however, was far quicker to react and lurches forward, slamming her elbow into Rhak'skuri's back and setting her into a submission hold, threatening to break an arm. “You will hold your tongue and respect the Lady Azazel.” She applies a little pressure, fury glinting in her eyes that was just now getting a chance of outlet after holding it in the whole journey. “I'm just as upset about this turn of events,” she hisses under her breath to Rhak'skuri alone. “But I'll be damned if some pissant is going to stress Azazel right now.” Her eyes briefly dart to Azazel as the flames were beginning to die out already. Azazel frowns and wraps her arms protectively about herself, worried about her own anger flaring up and causing unnecessary risks. Rhak-skuri was about to unleash her lightning but stopped as she feld the cold steel of Khanna's lightsabre pike pressed against her forehead. "We are not to question our mistress, she requested to see Azazel right away when she arrived so that is what I am going to do." Rhak-skuri glared but she seemed no longer wanting to fight it. "Good." Khanna turned back to Azazel, "My apologies for the interuption we are under some stress after lady Andrea locked herself away from us... from most of us. This way please." She began leading Azazel and Kitt through the halls of Korriban Academy, Azazel noting the increased presence of guards and patrols and the six Tuk'ata following in their wake as they reached the corridor leading to Andrea's chambers... and noticed Darth Reave who ignited her saber and the ten Sun guard levelling their blasters. Khanna raised her hands, "Be at peace, I bring Azazel with me." The Sun Guard turned to Reave who nodded and turned off her lightsaber. "As I said, apologies but we are all acting under strict orders of Andrea herself." They entered the chambers of Andrea, redecorated after the fire. Khanna went to a panel and pressed a combination she had been shown and a section of the wall slid away, revealing the hidden elevator in Andrea's chambers, she stepped upon it. "If you would follow me... and only you lady Azazel, your bodyguard has to remain here." Azazel frowns, seeing the secret passageway and begins to step forward. Kitt begins to go to match her stride before Azazel reaches out and blocks her way. “Wait here for now, little bird. You mean well, but I would rather you wait here.” She muses with a slight smile, “Have an escape route for myself ready, just in case. Sound like a plan?” Kitt frowns and shrugs, moving to sit upon the bed as she glares icily at Khanna. It was unspoken, but definitely there, the suggestion if anything were to happen to the Sith, hell would have no fury greater than her own. Azazel smiles and shakes her head before moving forward and gesturing for Khanna to activate the elevator down. It does suddenly come to mind, that perhaps this was where Andrea had stumbled off to the morning they had last seen each other. The six Tuk'ata who had been following them also got on the elevator and travelled down into the hidden depths of the academy, reaching the giant sith alchemy lab Andrea had build for her experiments. As they arrived Khanna gestured, "The Tuk'ata will lead the way, I was told to only bring you here." As Azazel got off Khanna used the elevator to go back up, one of the sith hounds gently nudged Azazel and took the lead, moving past several alchemical apparatuses and led her deeper into Andrea's private sanctum. Azazel reaches out and idly brushes over the head of the Tuk'ata that nudged her, eyes going out over the area and scanning it. Workbenches, cages, other alchemical devices. Her lips tug into a frown at the scale of which Andrea had done so much in secrecy. Her imagination begins to run as she considers just what the other Sith had been up to down here that had so pushed away her disciples and left them on edge. A chill runs down her side as she advances. A loud growl comes from ahead and the Tuk'ata Matriarch Azazel had met before suddenly blocked their path, it sniffed the air, recognizing her scent and moved aside, allowing her to pass. "Khanna is that you?" Came a voice and Trizz walked into view, putting away some pieces of medical equipment. "You won't believe...." She trailed off, seeing Azazel. "Ah, well. That's awkward, nice timing though." She Gestured behind her. "She seems to be expecting you." She too stepped to the side, allowing Azazel to move past her. The first thing Azazel saw was the medical table, various medical monitoring devices, which had recently all been in use. Dried up blood on the table and on the ground around it, Andrea's armour lay nearby, empy, discarded. The rustle of clothes would make Azazel look away and see a figure just finishing putting on black robes. Horror begins to fuel her and Azazel wheels about, shrouding herself in force protection and lightsabres suddenly flaring to life in her hands, ready to attack as she turns about the figure moving in the robes. Her mind races that she must be too late. Traiserus must have already descended and covertly managed to subvert Andrea's followers and remove her silently. Her eyes wide stare at the figure ready to set it in flames as her heart races. It was too soon, she had meant to have her followers with her for this moment. “Reveal yourself!” she shouts, a terrified croak in her voice as she backpedals. She would take out Khanna first and flee this facility. Kitt could handle some of the warriors, certainly. Or she could flood the chamber they resided within with fires and cook them all, flee over their corpses. Yet, they were in a secluded world and she had no idea how many perhaps the sith had gotten to. The figure froze and turned, as if to glance at the intruder and then, perhaps unexpectingly to Azazel, began to chuckle, a very familiar chuckle. "Is that any way to greet me? I thought.. during our last conversation, we agreed to talk things out and not resort to violence." Came Andrea's voice, though Azazel should note that it seemed, changed, just a little.But if she reached out with her senses, she could clearly recognize the essence of Andrea pulsing like a beacon of the force before her. She swallows back her fear and raises a lightsabre pointed at Trizz and the other at the cloaked figure as she takes a step back. Uncertainty floods her. Just what was Traiserus capable of. It could be a trick of the force meant to addle her. The voice was off, it could be a genuine slip-up of his. “Reveal yourself, now,” she hisses, cold fury and honest confusion nesting in the pit of her stomach in a tangled mess. “I have no patience for games.” She turned around completely, "Well you do seem rather anxious... and shame, I wanted to play a game but fine, now do not be alarmed as I reveal myself, I have been... reborn, Azazel." She said softly as she reached for her hood and removed it, revealing her new features proudly. Her transformation was compelte and without complications. Her skin was dark red, slight bone protrusions were present at her cheeks, chin and forehead and her eyes were now yellow as she looked at Azazel with a smile. "It's me Azazel, I am changed, reborn... as a genuine pureblood Sith..." She grinned, "I rather hoped this reunion would involve no lightsabers.... unless... we use them like I did on you at the end of our first meeting." She purrs. Her lightsabers clatter to the floor, going out as she stares at the pureblood, confusion in her eyes. This had to be a mind trick. Her hands go up, working through her hair as she clutches her head and attempts to drive out any influencing forces. There was nothing, though. No tricks. She shudders, looking back up as she takes a step back. Her master had been right to be fearful of her tomb plundering, then. Something had taken hold of Andrea, certainly. “This... This simply cannot be,” she rasps out. First, Gra'tua finding the long thought extinct Taung. And now a pureblood before her very eyes... Andrea chuckled again, "Well I have to admit it was rather painful to go through... it involved a lot of my power... a intact strain of sith pureblood DNA I gathered from one of the tombs. My knowledge of Sith Alchemy and finally a lt of patience. But I managed it Azazel, I became... I am... a true sith pureblood. Even the Tuk'ata think I am a sith pureblood, my transformation is a success... I wanted you to be the first to see it." She bit her lip. "I... I hope you are not... scared... or disgusted by this?" Azazel halts her retreat, staring at Andrea. It was there, glimpses of her old appearance at the edges of the transformation. Small gestures completely a part of her lover that she had grown to enjoy seeing. She frowns, uncertainty flaring up once more in wake of her confusion. “It really is you?...” She snorts, "Do I have to prove it by saying out loud where your most sensitive erogenous zones are?" She purrs again, "Or even better... show it by caressing over them with my actual hands and fingertips..." She grins and then smiles softly, "It really is me Azzie." She strides forward and sweeps Andrea into a tight hug, kissing her deeply with a whine. “Idiot, don't scare me like that,”she nuzzles against Andrea, frowning as she tries to get comfortable given Andrea's changes and her own distended belly. “I thought Traiserus had gotten here already,” she whimpers, nuzzling in against Andrea's neck. She purrs again, kissing back and tracing over Azazels back. "As if I would let some pretender take my planet from me." She snorts and smiles, kissing Azazel deeply again, hungrily, not wanting to let go of her lips. She had been afraid they would be fighting, either iwth words or lightsabers but the moment Azazel had closed the gap and kisses her she had felt such joy to be reunited with her lover again. "I am sorry I did not... tell you... but I did not want you to worry..." She bit her lip, "And gotta admit... kinda wanted to surprise you.... with this change of mine... what do you think?" She reaches up, softly tracing along the spurs of Andrea's face. “It... will take some getting used to...” she leans in and licks along one of the spurs along her cheek. “But... it does suit you...” Her hand shifts, caressing through Andrea's hair. “Everything went alright with this, though?...” she frowns, looking over Andrea's face, “There are no concerns left with it?” She grinned and kissed Azazel again. "Mmm.... not, no complications whatsoever... the transformation was complete in every way. I did various tests before I went ahead and allowed myself to be changed like this my love. I have done the impossible... I have brought back the sith race...." She shuddered, excitement evident at her accomplishment. She nods and continues to hold Andrea close. “It seems you and Gra'tua both have been achieving the unimaginable of late... I am... thrilled for you both.” She offers a small smile. She blinked, not sure what to make of Azazel's words about Gra'tua, instead she caressed over Azazel's body, seemingly not wanting to let go of her, tracing lightly of her swollen belly and smiles. "This not giving you too much trouble I trust though?" She grinned and then smiled softly. "I am thrilled for you too.... and..." She bit her lip and then just kissed Azazel hungrily, grinding against her, hoping that kiss would give Azazel the message how much she had missed her lover and how she regretted her actions that saw them fighting before. She groans softly and draws away with a slight frown, “It... has... been an experience.” She had no other words to put it. Some moments were wonderful, but others had been outright dreadful. To speak nothing of the issues with the enemy Sith and her newfound need to be careful with her powers. She hides her face against Andrea, drawing in her scent and frowning ever so slightly at the distinct change to it. It would definitely need getting used to. Andrea bit her lip and grinned, murmuring in Azazel's ear. "My love... it has been a while since we saw each other... and... we parted physically last time in a fight... but we are back now, together... and I am in a new body..." She purrs, "A body that needs to experience all sorts of feelings to see if my transformation truly was successful... so perhaps... we can continue talking in a more... pleasant surroundings of my chambers?" Azazel flushes, a shiver running down her at that. “I... would very much like that.” She smiles slightly before opening her mouth again, “Oh... But one of my followers was there, so, might have to herd her out... Which could be a task of its own.” Andrea smiled, taking Azazel's arm in her own and starts walking her back to the elevator, looking at a rather amused looking Trizz. "You are dismissed Trizz, when we get to my chambers, herd the Tuk'ata outside the door and return to your previous duties, speak to none about my transformation." The Zabrak nodded. A moment later they were back topside in Andrea's chambers, with only Kitt waiting for them. Kitt abruptly stands up at the sight of them and begins to move forward to wait at Azazel's side before stopping in her tracks. She scrutinizes Andrea, face set in bewilderment as she sees their interlocked arms. “Who...” She frowns, looking between her and Azazel. “Azazel?” The Sith smiles slightly and shrugs, “She is still Andrea...” She turns to Andrea and brushes her lips against the pureblood's cheek with a smile. Kitt tenses at the display and casts a hateful leer at Andrea, “I suppose you would be able to tell...” Andrea chuckles and looks at Azazels Echani pet. "Have I offended you little one? I admit I look different now but I am still myself in mind." She purrs and turns, tracing over Azazel's side and leans in, brushing her lips over her neck. "Definitely still myself..." Azazel shivers and shifts to whisper in Andrea's ear, “Nothing you have done, love. The little bird is just jealous, it would seem...” Kitt was trembling at the display before her, uncertain to leave Azazel alone with Andrea but more than ready to storm out. She clenches her teeth together and grinds them as she works her hands in and out of fists. “Kitt... Why don't you leave us be for now...” The Echani freezes, a hurt expression playing over her face for a moment, “But what if something were to happen... In your current state...” Azazel levels her gaze at Kitt, “Then I am with Andrea and she is more than capable... I have matters to address with her... Alone.” Andrea showed a mischievous glint in her eyes as she purrs and murmurs in Azazel's ear. "Perhaps she can stay... and watch... hmm?" She licked behind her lovers ear, blatantly in view of the Echani. Kitt frowns, her enhanced vision fixating on the display before she flushes and shakes her head. “You're going to do what you want to anyways, aren't you?” Azazel purrs and arches, exposing her neck to Andrea, a faint smirk upon her lips, “I always have... Haven't I?...” Kitt furrows her brow before turning on her feet, slamming open the door and nearly hitting a guard on the outside. She bangs the door shut, leaving it shuddering in its frame before she sets off racing down the hallway, trying to allow her hair to fall before her eyes to hide her face and the tears streaming down as she went back towards the ship. Andrea looked at her door after the Echani had left so suddenly and turned to Azazel, "Well... should I be jealous?" She smiles playfully as she went to loosen Azazel's robes. She presses closer, brushing her lips against Andrea's in a fluttering kiss. “Not at all. She is still but a child... She will learn...” Azazel cups Andrea's cheeks, letting her own robes slip down as she kisses her demandingly. They had been apart too long for her liking. She let out a brief moan and grinned. "Mmm... I think I would have none other than you have my newfound virginity Azazel.... let's make up... for lost time..." --- Meanwhile outside Andrea's chambers Trizz was talking to one of the sun guard as Azazel's woman marched out, slamming the door behind her. She blinked and followed, catching up to her. "Oy hold on there." One look at the tear filled face told her enough. "Ah, right, come with me, got a bottle of corellian brandy we can share." Kitt stops, looking back at Trizz, still holding her glare despite the tears streaming down. “I don't need your pity,” she snuffles out, holding a fist up threateningly. "Good, because I wasn't offering any pity, I was offering a drink. Now come along." She shrugged. "Or not, up to you." Trizz said simply, looking not impressed at all at the fist waved at her face. Kitt frowns, letting her hand relax to her side as she follows suit. Maybe Hakkri and Bezol had a point with all their drinking of late. It could not possibly hurt. “Why?” she finally inquires, following after Trizz. "Because my boss suddenly looks different and I was stuck with her for her transformation for over a week without alcohol and now thats done I want to drink and I don't want to do it alone, besides you look like you could use a stiff drink yourself." Trizz said over her shoulder while leading the Echani to her quarters. "Name's Trizz by the way." She mumbles out to Trizz, “You aren't one of those witches, are you?... From Dathomir?...” She follows a little closer, starting to feel curious about the rougher looking Zabrak, “I'm, ah... Kitt.” She blinked and let out a guffaw. "If you are asking if I'm one of those Zabrak from Dathomir, no I;m not. Just a regular Zabrak from one of the many colonies my species has out there. Just happened to be from one who apparently liked sith tattoos, but I'm a mercenary, well was. Since I got hired by a sith I quite like it here." They reached her quarters and she opened them, ushering Kitt inside, closing the door behind her. "Make yourself comfortable." She said. A moment later she sat down too and placed two glasses on the table, pouring a generous amount of Corellian brandy in each glass and then handed one to her guest. "Bottoms up, here's to them weird sith we serve and their dramatic idiocy." She took a generous gulp and let out a happy sound. "That's the stuff..." She glanced at Kitt and grinned, "What about you? Thought I heard milady Azazel was a big mando and I gathered mandos and echani don't really mix, right?" Kitt peeks over the brim of the cup before taking a small sip and making a face. It did not taste completely pleasant on her palette, but if Trizz could drink it like that, she wasn't going to shy away. “Ah, I think she puts on a show, for Gra'tua. She likes the culture. But its just one of many hobbies of hers...” She muses over that, hobbies was a good way to put many of Azazel's apparent interests. She takes a bigger drink of the brandy, trying to suppress any gagging or faces. “Mmn.. And I don't know if I'm much of an Echani, either. I knew how to fight, some... Its a natural gift, perhaps?... But I don't remember much of my homeworld. I spent much of my time growing up in a creche, before uhm...” She frowns and shuffles uncomfortably, “You don't know what the creches are, do you?” Trizz frowned, "You mean like a orphanage? A creche of children?" She frowns, thinking about it. Some of the other kids had been orphans, definitely. But there were some whose families willingly allowed them to join the Jedi. “No... I don't think that fits.” She runs a finger along the rim of the glass, “There were many of us children there. From all over. Most of us had some potential with the force, or at least, seemed to have it. The Jedi had a couple groups of young children to draw potential apprentices from if we showed real talent. They taught us their ways, trained us, gave us places to live...” She shrugs slightly, “It was interesting, but I didn't really excel, being blind and a washout myself. I just sort of took up space.” She laughs and stretches, “Go figure, that when Azazel's disciples crashed Theodis' ship and managed to snag one, anyone, away... It happened to be... well, the useless one.” She shakes her head, gesturing at herself. Trizz rose her eyebrows at that and leaned over, pouring some more brandy into Kitt's glass. "Useless? So the useless comes along with Azazel to a planet whose owner was last seen fighting with Azazel? Sounds to me you are selling yourself short." She took another gulp from her glass and let out another sigh of bliss. "Sounds more like you are, or are aiming to be, your mistress's top dog, her protector. Me, well it seems Andrea likes me around because of my medical expertise, that and she pays me so I'm not loyal to any of her disciples. Kitt tests her grip around the glass before taking a long drought, “Difference between then and now, I guess.” She settles her glass down. “So they picked me up and Azazel's disciples were ready to just abandon me who knows where. I couldn't be an apprentice to them. I couldn't be a servant with my condition. And they were just bitter after what Theo did to Tannus. He's down to two cybernetic limbs and a implanted rebreather. She got him bad. They barely got him out.” She snorts and shakes her head, “Serves him right in some regards. He wrecked a happy home and was using force against kids.” She shudders and closes her eyes, “I couldn't see it, but I heard a few of them running at him, then nothing but screams.” She shakes her head, “But, that's old hat. I was there, scared, wondering if they were going to drop me like dead weight. Trying to figure out how I was going to do anything. I had no talents.” She furrows her brow, remembering, “And then Azazel spoke up. She denied them that action and took me on as her own responsibility if her disciples were refusing to take me on. I just remember hating them, all of them so much. These were Sith. [i]Sith[/i]. It was all I knew, being brought up to be a Jedi. I had to disdain who they were, what they represented. I had been supposed to fight them...” "And instead, you joined one of them and started serving her." Trizz finished for her. "Look, if you want the advice of a mercenary like myself. Fuck it all." She took another sipp from the brandy, feeling the pleasant burn down her throat. "You gotta live your life to the fullest, find yourself someone you can bear working for under the circumstances and make the best of it." Kitt snorts and shakes her head, “Maybe, but here's the deal... I remember being talked at a lot.. It was like some blur of voices, I was... lost. Then.. .There was nothing for awhile. The next thing, I come to. And someone told me to open my eyes. Not just someone, this big bad nasty Sith Master who I reckoned to look like a Hutt in the summer heat. So... Blind girl, just woke up. And I thought someone had a real nasty sense of humor. Like it mattered.” She pauses, and a faint flush comes to her cheeks. “First thing I ever saw. Ever. Was her.” She tinkers with her cup, looking at Trizz uncertainty. “Can you imagine that? A life, of nothing, and then you see an angel before your very eyes. One who just gave you the only gift you've ever received. And, it wasn't some small token.” She laughs, shaking her head, “I must sound ridiculous... But I was... stunned.” Tears start to threaten at the edge of her eyes again. “I wanted to serve her. Right then. To be of any use I could... She never once doubted that I had a place. She started seeing me taught, giving me a purpose, even raised me up into her officer's staff.” She leans forward, “So what could I ever do to repay her?... Or show her how I feel.” She clenches her hand about the glass and it begins to show webs of cracking along its side. “And now, I've been taunted, by her lover... Who...” She frowns, shutting her mouth given her present company. “I'm talking too much...” She reaches out, tapping Kitt's hand with the bottle that she should relax and pours a little more in her cup. "Don't stop talking on my account, you seem to be needing to talk, so by all means, talk my horns off." She grinned, "If you are afraid I'll tattle on you, stop worrying." She raised her own glass. "Everything that's say or do in here while we drink, stays here." She flushes and nods, drinking more heavily from the cup now with a faint smile. “Your... employer... Just... Irks me. Everything she does, everything she says. And it just all feels like a crock of lies to me. She uses people, enslaves them, uses them as toys. And yet, Azazel expects that she holds her any differently. But, I just know... No one comes before Andrea to Andrea. From what I've heard, their entire relationship has been built up surrounded with lies and a need to one-up each other.” She shakes her head, “I bared my heart to Azazel, and just now, it was like they were flaunting in my face what they were about to do. Just now... Are doing.” She grimaces and drains the last of what was in the glass. “Azazel wants me to prove myself to her, if I really have these feelings... But haven't I done enough? I threw myself between her and a mad Sith trying to kill her! I've been there for her, constantly, waiting on her during her pregnancy while both Gra'tua and Andrea are off doing whatever they like half-way across the Galaxy...” She refilled Kitt's glass and nods slowly. "Look, take it from me, sith... any sith... are crazy, so fuck em. Even if you save their lives, they probably will only have eyes for another of their kind." She placed her glass down and moved closer to Kitt, rubbing her leg against hers. "Maybe instead, you should broaden your horizons... and look elsewhere..." Kitt flushes and looks at Trizz, swallowing slightly, her mind suddenly having to shift gears. “I... uhm... You think so?” She bites her lip, thinking about inching away but staying put. Trizz grinned and nodded slowly, "I think so, yeah... why should you suffer if she doesn't see you, just... find someone else... or several others... who do see you... and approve of what they see." Trizz blatantly looked over Kitt now, letting out a humming sound in appreciation of what she was seeing. Kitt fumbles setting her drink down, spilling a little as she slips a fraction away from Trizz. “I.. M-maybe you have a point,” she chuckles nervously, eyes wide at the apparent interest in her. She licks lightly over her lips, “You, ah, have a suggestion of who might... might be such a person, don't you...” Trizz stood up and stood in front of Kitt, slowly extending her hand. "Take my hand and find out." She said, licking her lips. She swallows and reaches her hand out to Trizz. Her hand misses at first before slipping into the Zabrak's. She offers a shy smile, and without a word, stands up to her feet. The sudden rush takes her by surprise and she finds herself stumbling forward and into Trizz. She barely catches herself using the Zabrak and she looks up with a flush to her cheeks, “S-sorry.” Trizz grins, "Don't be sorry... you made it easier to do this..." Without warning she presses her lips against the lips of her guest and kisses her. "There... did that feel wrong... if it did.... you can walk out now... if it didn't... then I am going to drag you to my bedroom and get you out of that armour... sounds good?" She swallows and nods, pressing her lips back awkwardly to Trizz', barely managing to meet her mark. “Sounds... very good,” she mumbles. "Hoped you would..." Without further ado Trizz dragged the Echani into her room and closed the door.