[color=ed145b]“What are you talking about Master Jedi?” [/color] The sith lord sneered back, his lightsaber unignited in his hand. [color=ed145b]“I did not bring anyone here, you followed upon your own volition.  There was nothing forcing you to come down to meet me, you did it all by yourselves...both a brave and foolish thing to do.  What if I was down here with an army of thugs and blaster rifles?  You would have walked right into your own demise!”[/color]

His visor switching its gaze between the Jedi as he took a casual few steps toward them, the mask doing well to hide his face as he continued to address his pursuers.

Now getting a look, Malov was already busy trying to peg his pursuers, his dialog only testing the waters to see what kind of people he was up against.  It was very clearly a Jedi and his Padawan from the way they felt in the Force.  The Master was a Male humanoid, and a militant one at that judging by his attire and stature.  He was tall and muscular, his expression remaining cold and stoic as he seemed to simply be waiting for Malov to finish talking so they could battle already.  This was a mind of focus and drive, Seducus could already feel the man sizing him up as well, methodical and calculating, looking for physical weaknesses and blocking out the Sith's words.  This would not be a man he could simply mock into making a stupid move, Dun Moch would have little affect on a man like him, or at least would take a while to work.  As much as The Sith Lord disliked a fair fight, if it was the only way, he would have to see it done.

The Padawan was a different story, on the other hand, her inexperience was displayed in her color and shifting of weight, her fear very clear on her twitching brow.  She was a Falleen, a race that based itself on pheromone use to read other's emotions, much like his own race, but lacked the natural Zeltron ability to implant emotions onto another person like he could.  She was a pretty young woman, her frame being that of an athlete, evidence of her training with the man at her side.  Though training was still fresh, from the looks of it, as even before the man could force his emotions into her, the Sith Lord could feel her fear rising up from within.  If Darth Seducus was going to gain an edge in what was undoubtedly going to become a fight, she would have to be the exploit he would utilize.

[color=ed145b]“Apparently the Jedi Order these days do not teach caution, only blind fervor and one-track minds.”[/color] He taunted. [color=ed145b]“Alas, there is no grand trap for you, no large explosion of thermal detonators or blaster fire from all directions.  Just a single man waiting to see what you would actually do in this situation, and...for that matter...what you are doing here in the first place.”[/color]

Absent-mindedly, the Sith ran a hand along the cold durasteel plating of a nearby generator as he ambled off-center, his visor never leaving the two jedi. [color=ed145b]“It’s a long way from Republic space, out here in the land of the Hutts...quite a distance to be travelling to be threatening no-name thugs and angering Hutts.  Tell me, are you here just chasing gangsters?  Looking for the Republic’s next conquest? Or looking into yet another corrupt senator's dirty deeds?”[/color]

Seducus gave a short laugh, his attention turning to the padawan, a Falleen from what he could observe. The Sith Lord honed in almost immediately on her emotional state being influenced by her master, like a bloodhound to a fox's scent.  He stared at her for a while, his stance adjusting as he continued his ambling pace around the room.  The emotionless mask pointed in her direction as he continued to speak. 

[color=ed145b]"You...you're frightened, aren't you?"[/color] the Sith Lord taunted. [color=ed145b]“Your master is doing well to hide it...but someone like me can see through such a trick.  Fear runs rampant through you, my dear, your haggard breath and trembling frame says it all.  Tell me, are you more frightened of me, or the lessons your Order taught you about men like me?” [/color] He opened his arms out to her, beckoning her with an outstretched arm. [color=ed145b]“I must tell you, fear is a powerful emotion, young lady.  It can drive people to cower or run in the face of danger...or it can cause them to fight and lash out, channeling their fears into adrenaline and power....what will your fear do for you?  Will you run, or freeze and leave your master to face me alone?  Or will your fear drive you to fight until your last breath?”[/color]

He then turned, his cape flickering about as he revealed his back to the two Jedi, walking back towards the other side of the generator room, ambling towards the exit on the other side. [color=ed145b]“Of course, we could all just pretend we never saw each other and go on our separate ways...what happens on Nar Shadda stays on Nar Shadda, after all.  It’s not like you have to kill me out of duty, correct?”[/color]