[center][b]Korriban Sith Tomb World,
Korriban Academy[/b][/center]

With a soft groan Andrea was waking up, confused as to why she was entangled so before she realized she and Azazel had fallen asleep together and smiled. She did her best to untangle herself from the other sith but when she heard a grunt or moan escape Azazel's lips she stopped trying to be quiet and kissed the other sith on the lips. "Rise and shine Azazel... I have work to be done." She murmured, tracing her fingertips over her calf and upper leg.

Azazel shifts at the touch, letting out a soft groan, "No shining. Too early." The corners of her lips twitch into a small smile as she returns the kiss. "Not without hot chocolate..."

She chuckles at that and turned to the shadows where one of her aides was standing, waiting. "Go to the kitchens and see about bringing us some breakfast, see if the stores have any hot chocolate." The aide bowed and left the bedroom to get some food for both sith while Andrea returned her attention to Azazel, stretching and by doing so letting the covers slip from her nude form. "Hmm... were you planning on a extended stay or do you need to move on soon?"

She admires her form for a moment before shrugging simply, "I have no real plans right now. Xen is on assignment, there is nothing pressing in the Tepani sector nor Mando space... Why, I do not believe there are even any projects any of the other sith wish to collaborate on. So, until Xen reports in or something changes, I am a free woman." She shrugs, "So if you would have my presence here... I could stay."

"Hmmm, I do not mind you here for a extended stay." She smirked at that. " Assuming your boy toy doesn't miss you, I do however have some private projects to work on later today. Hmm, speaking of the boy toy, still wondering why you and him decided to become 'official' and yet... we still meet for these lovely visits."

Azazel shrugs simply, "I am still my own person, and I will do as I please. And what pleases me..." she sidles closer to Andrea, teasing her lips against the other woman's, "Just so happens to be you... quite thoroughly... and repeatedly..."

She let out a purr and kisses the other sith, letting her hands wander over Azazel's body. "Hmm just be careful... I have known Gra'tua for a while, if he ever finds out that you have betrayed him, well he always had some rage issues." She chuckled at that, as a particular memory surfaces related to Gra'tua's rage surfaces in her mind.

"If he finds out, one of us will have been careless," she says dryly, drawing back, feeling sobered by her comment.

"Indeed..." Andrea murmured and was about to say more when the doors to her quarters opened and the aide returned along with another, carrying trays with breakfast for both sith and setting them down on the bed before retreating, Azazel's tray indeed having a cup of fresh, hot chocolate. "Hmm let's dig in shall we?" She said reaching out to a piece of fruit and picking it up... about to drop it in her mouth when she paused and with a smile lied back on the bed, placing the piece of fruit on top of her breast. "Would you like some fruit..." She said with a purr.

She grasps her beverage carefully, so as not to burn herself, "No, thank you." She collects herself and begins to stand to leave the room, "I seem to have lost my appetite... Excuse me."

Andrea was surprised at this turn of events, getting up at once, ignoring the piece of fruit sliding down her body as she looked at Azazel. "Excuse you? What, what's wrong?" She frowned and got up to follow Azazel, reaching out with the force to let a robe fly to her hands and donning it.

She sighs and stops, still facing away, obviously taken back that Andrea was even following her. "I do not know why you keep bringing him up. Can it not just be simple? I am here, with you. Not him, not right now. Yet, you keep bringing him up. When I arrived, after the tomb, now. Why?" She finally turns and faces Andrea, sipping from her cup to give herself a pause, watching Andrea expectantly over the rim.

Andrea stared back and then turned away, moving to a room to the side, her study, it seemed she was not going to answer Azazel until a few words were uttered, barely a whisper but loud enough for Azazel to hear. "Because in the end, you cannot have both of us." She stepped through the doorway into her study and behind her the doors closed.

Azazel lets out a frustrated growl and stomps her foot, a wave of the force slamming forth and throwing the door from its hinges. As various objects that went flying settle down, she blinks in surprise at the apparent absence of Andrea... She lets out a short cry of anger, throwing her mug and turning to leave, "Be like that then! I am leaving!" she grabs a spare robe and wraps herself in it, storming off.

The aides, quite used to this behavior from both their mistress Andrea and Azazel, watched on without moving or commenting, not even flinching at the frustration of Azazel. Jazzal, the oldest serving aide of Andrea called out to Azazel before she stormed out of the chambers, "When can we expect you back?"

Azazel turns and releases a blast of force-fueled fire in answer. Jazzal nimbly dives out of the way, startled by the new talent but well-used to similar outbursts. "Only when she sufficiently apologizes for this, will I even consider returning," she snaps. The fire splashes through Andrea's room and appears to begin setting fire throughout it. Not even stopping to consider the damage, Azazel resumes her departure.

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[b]Korriban Academy,
Alchemy Lab[/b]
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She stepped out of the elevator that was connected to a secret passage in her chambers and looked upon her lab, most of the equipment and apparatus before here were custom made in the last year but some other items were salvaged from various tombs, right here on Korriban. She was ignoring the whimpering in the corner, coming from the cells of her 'test-subjects'. Now she turned to them, looking at the wretched sentients in the cells, as she sensed their fear, their despair and in some cases their anger she savoured it all, letting her talk with Azazel fade in the background of her mind as she put her comm on a side table and cracked her fingers, approaching the cells with a sinister smile. "Now then... let's see who will have the honour of assisting me in my work?"

Stopping in front of a cell holding a human male, some smuggler who had been unfortunate with his lot in life by being caught and sentenced to the Kessel spice mines, it had gotten worse for him when Andrea became the new warden and figured that some of those prisoners would make good test subjects, having them listed as missing or death due to various circumstances of the mines. She opened the cell and the smuggler whimpered, making her frown, this wasn't going to be any fun if the test subject wasn't even struggling, with a sigh she tapped into the force and lifted the smuggler up with the force, finally cracking a genuine smile of amusement as he shouted and screamed, trying to struggle against invisible bonds holding him in the air as she 'dragged' the smuggler through the force to a operating table of sorts and pushed him down on it, applying the straps to keep him in place and with a purr traced a finger over the horrified smuggler. "Be calm... otherwise I won't be getting the results I want and that would displease me a great deal." She smirked as the smuggler whimpered and turn around to get to work with the alchemical apparatus.

She picked up a sample phial and studied, looking at it with genuine affection before putting it down. "Let's see if we can make this work..." She murmured as she got a injector and walked back to the restrained smugglers and not too kindly pushed his head to the side and injected something directly into his bloodstream at his neck, making him scream as he felt burning pain and then screamed more as she injected him eight more times and then spread her hands over the struggling and squirming body of the smuggler, tapping into her power and then 'pushing' the power through her hands into the smuggler who started to even scream louder. Sweat appeared on her brow as she gritted her teeth and willed the smuggler to transform to a race and appearance of her choosing. She had her eyes closed in concentration but she could still hear, she heard bones snap and readjust over the screaming, whimpering and pleading of the smuggler and then after a moment, the bones and other parts of the body adjusting and reacting to her power was the only thing she heard.

Opening her eyes, she cursed and stopped the power flow, stepping back with a shudder and taking a deep breath. "No..." With a curse she threw the injector against a wall where it shattered and then looked back to the operating table. "Another failure." She growled and looked over the corpse, his skin colour had changed pigment to red, no new improvement there, she had managed to do so before... his head however. She traced over the cheek tendrils that had formed and nodded, so some new progress at least but she had done some things wrong. Perhaps some bones had impaled his internal organs as she was reorganizing them, she made a mental note to be more careful with that on her next attempt and was walking to the cells to pick a new subjects when she saw her comm glowing, growling at the interruption as she went to it and accepted the call. "What!?"

The voice of her aide Jazzal was answering her, sounding rather flustered and on edge. "Mistress! I, regret to inform you that Azazel... did not take well to your sudden departure... and set fire to your chambers, it is contained however now and-"

She was stunned when she heard this and growled, "SHE DID WHAT!? Why was I not informed!?"

"We tried to contact you but-"

"Nevermind, where is Azazel!" She growled and headed to the elevator.

"Last report has her heading to her shuttle in the hangar." Jazzal quickly said. "Should we-"

"I will handle this myself." She said though gritted teeth and ended the call, smashing the button of the elevator to bring her to the ground floor. "Who does she think she is..."

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[b]Korriban Academy,
Hangar Section[/b]
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She was furious and she was not afraid to show it as she stormed through the corridors of the academy, some maintenance crew got in the way and when they didn't get out of the way in time she send for a blast of force lightning and left their smoking corpses in the hallway for the cleaning droids to drag to the Tuk'ata kennels. She burst into the hangar, just in time to see the shuttle Azazel used to come down to the surface was slowly lifting off. With a growl she activated her commlink and contacted the hangar control center. "Activate the forceshields and close the hangar blastdoors! Now!" The person on the other side was smart enough to quickly obey and with a flare of energy, shields became active and armoured blastdoors closed, preventing the shuttle from leaving, Andrea crossed her arms and just waiting, in open view of the pilot of the shuttle that she was standing there.

Inside the shuttle, Tannus checks the systems and their clearance before grunting, "They've cut us off, Azazel. Ready for a fight?" Kitt fumbles for a vibroknife awkwardly, eyes wide at the concept. Hakkri snorts and stays reclined in the chair. Azazel grinds her teeth before snarling, "No, just open the doors..." As the hatch disengages and the doors hiss open, Azazel strides out and gives Andrea an inquiring look, "I thought, from your exit, we were done talking."

Lightning crackled around Andrea's fingertips as she looked at Azazel through the slits of her eyes. "Not after you desecrated my personal chambers and set fire to them! HOW DARE YOU!?"

 Azazel waves her hand dismissively, "It would not have happened if your aide had not moved. Go find them to scream at."

Andrea gritted her teeth, "Setting fire to my chambers or my aides is still the same Azazel, it is my property! My sanctuary! And you violated that!" She shouted, pointing accusingly.

"Oh my! And I was under the delusion you had set this place up for all the Sith, great mistress of Korriban!" she snaps back, a shield of the force enveloping her reflexively. "Spare me the speech."

She growled, "It is! But setting fire to my chambers is unacceptable! Set fire to the chambers set aside for you if you must but not mine! Oh no, wait you haven't set a single foot in the chambers build for you staying in my bed the entire time you are here!"

Azazel raises a brow, readjusting the robes she had borrowed. "Would you prefer I not share your chambers at all?" she asks quieter.

She let out a growl, willing the lightning around her hand and fingertips to stop, crossing her arms. "Why don't you just make a final choice with whom to share your bed with among the sith." She stepped closer to Azazel, eyes glaring. "Me or him Azazel, you can't have both in the end."

She gnashes her teeth, closing her eyes, "Why is it so important to you, Andrea?"

"Because you need to make a choice at some point and I want to know, who you are going to choose! Him! Or me!" She screamed.

Azazel stomps forward, fire sparking off her arms, "You want me to choose, after this whole time. You start this fight out of nowhere. You know that you matter to me, even after you provide my apprentice with a means to kill me and encourage him towards such follies. You ask me to choose, and will not tell me why. Why it matters. Is it something I had done, because there was no problem last night. Or is it Gra'tua? WHY?"

It seemed she snapped and with a growl she stepped forwards, raising her hands with lightning racing down her arms and fingertips, her eyes aflame as if she would attack Azzel and then, she just deflated, the lightning vanishing into thin air as she looked down and quietly muttered to herself. "I will not let him take a second thing away from me that I love..."

In a second, her protection dissipates and she grasps Andrea's cheeks, tilting her head up and kissing her softly, "He will not... But that you ask me to choose... You put me in a difficult position... I lose much whichever way I go..." She traces Andrea's cheek softly, "Please... Do not make me..."

She kissed back, wetness covering her face as she wiped her cheek, looking at the moisture with disgust, shuddering as she took a deep breath. "Then I won't make you choose..." She bit the inside of her cheek and nodded. "Forgive me... I seem to be on a bit of a emotional high after our little adventure in the sith tomb."

The Dark Lady draws Andrea into her arms, "Nothing to forgive, the events of the tomb was largely my fault..." She takes a deep breath to calm herself, "There is something I should be telling you and Gra'tua both... But, I am not exactly sure how to." A small smile flickers over her lips, "And I am not sure how neither of you have noticed..."

Andrea blinked, confused and wary at the same time. "Notice what?"

She hesitates for a moment, drawing the robe a little snugger about herself. "I..." she frowns, taking Andrea's hand and placing it over her belly in explanation.

Andrea blinked, still confused before she widened her eyes and looks down, she was... with Gra'tua...? She pulled her hand away and looked up at Azazel's face, multiple thoughts swirling around in her head and she closed her eyes to order and calm her mind. Taking a deep breath and opening her eyes again, smiling. "I see... I guess Gra'tua doesn't know yet? Perhaps you ought to inform him, he... wouldn't like to hear about it if you would just show up with a child. Congratulations... it is his?" She asked the last part with some hesitation and then smirked.

"Who elses' would it be? I do not believe you and I capable," she snorts, shaking her head, "He does not know yet, and I am unsure if he should know..." She sighs, leaning in against Andrea.

She was still smiling, rubbing Azazel's back, knowing full well what might be going through Azazel's mind, she had been there once a long time ago. "He is Mandalorian Azazel... if you do not tell him before long, he will take great offense I think, children are rather important in that culture."

She shakes her head, "I know full well, I am an alor as well... Yet, I would not be well in the mind to not be wary. I know who Kyr'am is to him, and respect the culture as I might, I would not have my child raised to be just another Mandalorian soldier."

Andrea nodded slowly, "Understandable." She said neutrally and then coughed, stepping back. "Either case... I... I should go, I have taken up enough of your time as it is with my antics."

Azazel sighs, "If you must..." She looks back at her shuttle, "I am sorry, I know you have much to do, and this whole visit has not gone as I planned..."

She let out a chuckle and rose her eyebrows, "What had you planned then?"

"A grand adventure before I am incapacitated and to spend time with you," Azazel waves a hand.

She took a deep breath and released, looking at Azazel for a moment and then gestured behind her. "Perhaps we can still salvage something from this? And spend some time together?"

"Only if you truly wish it," she answers, uncomfortably rubbing her arms, "I suppose I have been dishonest... and I did set fire to your chambers..."

She let out a laugh at that, a genuine one and wrapped a arm around Azazel to turn her around and start guiding her back towards the academy grounds. "I wanted to redecorate anyway... but if you feel like you should repay me...." She let out a purr and smirked, "Don't let me stop you..."

Smiling softly, Azazel goes with her, "I do have much to make up for..."

She leans in and licks over Azazel's neck with a smirk. "And so do I..."