[b]In the life of a Sith & Minions Mandalorian Space, Kandosii Naast II[/b] Gra'tua was not surprised upon seeing Kashiir waiting for him as he disembarked from the Kalikir gunship, the Chiss took one look at the new arrival and then back at his lord, "I see, as I heard, that verd Kyr'am is indeed not with you, a exchange of warriors then?" He looked at the warrior with clan markings that were not of clan Gra'tua. Chuckling Gra'tua gestured to the chiss commander and then at their guest, "Goran Silas, meet Kashiir'peraao, commander of the Kandosii Naast in my absence and my right hand and adviser in all things. Lashiir, meet Goran Silas, our guest for the time being." Kashiir bowed his head after a moment of studying their guest with his glowing, red eyes. "Now then, with those introductions made, allow me to give you a tour of the ship." He said gesturing for the Silas warrior to follow him, for the next two hours Gra'tua showed all his ship had to offer, not leaving anything out. Reaching a section of the ship reserved for the commanders and officers aboard the Kandosii Naast were quarters had been prepared for their guest. Goran turned, his helmet in the crook of his arm as he looked at Gra'tua, "If you think I am easily persuaded by showing me the confines of your flagship, then you should not have bothered, I am not that easily impressed." Smirking Gra'tua returned a wolfish smile, "If you were I would have been disappointed, no I gave you the tour to show the facilities my ship has to offer. You seemed to be a commander of warriors, good. First thing in the morning you will be assigned to a number of my warriors, you need to prove yourself naturally to be fit and able to command them, meaning you have to earn their respect, we are of the Mando'ade after all. After that, well you mentioned my lack of skill with a blaster, so I think you are the perfect candidate to instruct me in the use of a blaster so you shall be my teacher. His guest rose an eyebrow at that, "I will not be questioned if you ask me to do that, nor do I allow any lax or lazy performance if you truly want me to instruct you in the proper use of a blaster. I will also not have you or any of your men interfere." He narrowed his eyes, "As I said... I and most of my people are Mando'ade... training in the art of battle is the closest thing we have to a sacred ritual... to interfere in it's practice is just not done, do not worry about me as if I am some snobbish outsider, I am a Mandalorian. Training me i nthe use of a blaster might ensure my continued survival and improve myself as a warrior, I will not take this lightly." Goran was silent for a moment before he just nodded and said a single word, "Good." With that he turned his back to Gra'tua and walked through the passage, closing the door behind him. Gra'tua just chuckled and walked away, it would take something far more serious to get him riled up. --- [b]Kandosii Naast II, days later[/b] --- Goran stood with his arms crossed and a annoyed expression on his face, "That was pitiful, you couldn't hit a Gundark if it was standing right in front of you." He said, looking at the target and seeing not a single hit on it. Gra'tua was scowling as he looked at the blaster in his hand. "As I said I prefer and are more used to the weight of a blade in my hand and seeing my foes sliced into pieces, this.... use of a blaster is new to me." "No excuse, a Mando'ade child who barely started walking is a better shot than you." He sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "But let's see if you are truly a lost cause.... remember to aim next time." He said with resignation and looking almost bored with it all before rolling his eyes and stepping forwards to explain to Gra'tua, for what seemed to be the umpteenth time on how to properly hold and fire a blaster pistol. While elsewhere various groups of warriors under the command of Gra'tua tried not to snigger or laugh at their alor's expense. From a distance Andrieke and Bo were watching this happening, the former frowning, "He is disgracing our alor, why should we not step up and stop this insanity?" Andrieke said with a growl. Bo calmly looked at the general, raising a single eyebrow, "Because he asked us not to interfere, why do you care anyway?" She half-smiled and glanced at Andrieke's face. "Or are you still smarting after a year that he has decided to share his bed with another?" She suppressed smiling wider when she saw the death glare Andrieke was looking at her with. "Relax, I am just teasing, we all know how you were smarting with jealousy when in the end he decided to only have eyes for that other sith alor and ignored your interest in him." "Are you trying to get me to hurt you?" She asked, glaring daggers in Bo's direction. She sighed and returned watching their alor, "It does not matter, I am no longer jealous." She just smirked at the doubtful look Bo was giving her now. "They are sith, remember. One day they will betray each other, that Azazel will betray his trust like that one other did to him so many years ago and then he will see the truth. I am a general and Kashiir taught me strategy and tactics, I am simply playing the long game and in the end I will have what I want." She said with confidence. Bo shook her head, "We are warriors Andrieke, and you should know better than most, you can never truly predict the true outcome of any battle. You can start with good odds but in the end may have to call for a full-scale retreat." Shrugging Andrieke put on her helmet and fixed Bo a stare without revealing the look on her face, "We shall see, now I have to oversee the battle formations of my troops." With that she departed leaving a thoughtful looking Bo behind. --- [b]Kandosii Naast II, Some time after shooting practice[/b] --- Gra'tua stared at the report he was reading, it was something not important, some roster duty of commanders in his forces and personal reports about the status of the troops under their care. With a grunt he shoved the reports away and stood up, pacing around the room with a frown, it had been weeks now since they had been together and he had some thoughts with which he could certainly use her input. With a sigh he went to a wall terminal in his chambers, he valued her privacy and asked no, well not too many, questions what she was up to whenever she had to leave, they all had their own plans and goals after all but he felt he needed to see her soon about this matter. He finished setting up the communications terminal and changed the settings to the secure line directly to Azazel's flagship and send a hail, signed with his name and waited. "Hopefully she can answer." He murmured while he took his mask off and placed it on the table. As the hail is received, the communications officer finishes establishing the transmission and prepares to speak. However, a wild Hakkri appears and shoves the officer away, instead leaning over the terminal, with a scowl settled on his face. "Oh, its you. You're looking for her, aren't you?" he growls. From the background a few of the crew members doing routine checks on the stationary ship settle into a bout of chuckles at the ineffective aggressive display from the Zygerian. When the hologram appeared it was not representing who he thought it would be, he had expected Azazel to answer, or perhaps in her absence Xen but not... Hakkri, the rather, as Kashiir described this excuse of a sith apprentice, 'flamboyant' Zygerian rose several questions as to if it is indeed true the force has a sense of humour. He narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Yes it's me, apprentice, where is your mistress, Azazel, I need to speak with her if whatever is occupying her isn't too important to disturb." Hakkri snorts, "Draw her away from Andrea? If the first one didn't manage to kill me for that, the other certainly would." He waves a hand flippantly at Gra'tua, "No, it seems all she cares about lately is exploring old decrepit caverns... crypts... tombs? Whatever. She's occupied with Andrea right now, so tough luck loverboy." Hakkri takes to inspecting his nails before setting to get some tomb gunk out from under them. The only response from Gra'tua was a confused blinking of his eyes and then he narrowed them dangerously as he processed what he just heard. "Draw her away from Andrea... I thought she was headed to the Tapanai Sector... not that academy of her. What is it she is doing with Andrea of all people?" He asked suspiciously with a frown as his thoughts were all over the place right now about the implications of what he was hearing. Hakkri raised a brow, "Oh, we started out on a 'training' run, Azazel lied to her to get to a tomb she heard about from some uh... Kaipesh? They got into a spat there, Azazel lied to me and let Aggros die." He crosses his arms before smiling and leaning in, "Of course, when we finished, Andrea and Azzie were having a lovers' quarrel again. Azzie wouldn't leave the woman be until they kissed and made-up. Of course, I heard that Azzie set Andrea's chambers on fire. Must have gotten awful hot in there..." Hakkri taps a finger against his lip, "Hey, good news, though... Now that we're both likely single... Maybe you and I could get a drink sometime." Hakkri may have started to think that the holographic image of Gra'tua had been frozen before he finally moved, leaning forward, closer to the hologram of Hakkri as if staring him right in the eyes if he was really there in front of the mandalorian sith lord. "What.... did you... mean.... with them having a lover's quarrel.... again?" He said finishing with a growl as his fingers tightened around the the terminal, as if he was about to tear it away from the wall. "Just. That. They've been together. Awhile. Andrea isn't the only sith slut," he rolls his eyes, leaning back. "They've been meeting on and off for the past year for some special alone time, sweetheart. How could you not notice?" Just as he begins to start up again, Azazel shouts from the entrance of the bridge, panting, eyes wide and a robe thrown on carelessly. "HAKKRI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" On her wrist, her commlink was still buzzing off an alarm from the Dagda. Hakkri sneers at her, "Just being a Sith, you know. No friends, no equals." He turns back to the terminal and winks, "I'm afraid that's my cue to dash, handsome. Have fun with the terrible witch." Gra'tua did not reply, not even moving as Hakkri vanished from view and was replaced with Azazel's image, he looked at her, his face neutral as he asked a simple question. "Is it true?" Azazel hesitates for a moment, trying to stall by readjusting her clothes, "I... Ah..." She sighs and nods, "Yes, it is." He still looked neutral as he studied Azazel's face. "Why." She fidgets under his holographic gaze, "I wanted you both, and could not... I could not choose one over the other." Her hand begins to lower before she stops, instead crossing her arms. He looked at her for some time before he blinked and frowned. "We need to talk in private... in person... sending you coordinates of a planet called Vjun, let's meet there... and discuss this further... do not tell Andrea of this." He said, the last part with a note of warning. She looks away, "Indeed... I will... be there, soon." Azazel glances over her shoulder to Tannus and gestures for him to talk the helm and prepare The Dagda. "Tell her of what, might I ask? This talk? That we are meeting? The location? That I even must leave?" "This talk, that we are meeting and the location, just make some excuse that you are needed elsewhere... you are good at that it seems." He couldn't hide a little bit of a snarl at that last part. "Gra'tua, you will not talk to me like that," she says warningly. Azazel shakes her head, "Fine, I will not discuss such with her. Is there anything else you would like to say?" He bit his tongue to prevent the comment he was thinking about to be uttered, calming himself before he responded to Azazel. "Only thing I have to say is that the past has a way of repeating itself in some ways... and what that mean I will explain when we meet above Vjun. Ret'urcye mhi." With that he terminated the call, standing still for a moment before patching in to the bridge, hearing Kashiir's voice responding. "Kashiir, send word to the other ships to remain here... we are breaking orbit and head to the nearest hyperspace corridor, destination Vjun, maximum speed." When he heard the confirmation he turned off his communicator and walked towards his desk. Balling his fist and bringing it smashing down with a shout of rage as he punched through the wood with his armoured gauntlet and with a sickening crack the desk collapsed. Azazel stares at the empty terminal for a time before taking a deep breath, "Officer Radley, contact Andrea and tell her something came up and I must depart." She looks over the room before announcing, "Lock down all hangars. Initiate a ship-wide search. I want Hakkri found and brought to the Detention Block... Tannus, take us out of here."