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Julan gave a concerned expression, looking up to his mother beside him. "It's, um..." He began, but he was too afraid of doing something wrong to continue.
Kaleeth too was not entirely sure what would and would not be considered rude in a place like this, but she supposed there would not be harm in correcting Aeramina, at least after she responded to her. "Thank you; it's not often we have special meals. We rarely work in places that are as, um, nice as this. We spend a lot of time on the road, traveling in the wilderness, and that sort of thing. It is exciting to meet an entire other half of my family, I would say. Though, just to give a...correction, our son's name is Kaj-Julan. It translates to 'Ample Benefit'. Roughly. The languages are not too similar."
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Meesei looked to be confused for a brief moment. "Hmm? Oh, do Altmer share that 'modesty' custom with the Imperials? I cannot always keep track. I travel all over Tamriel, and the customs are not always consistent. Even within provinces. You need not worry about it around me, though. I am a lycan, after all, and a tribal Argonian before that. I will not become embarrassed if you undress." She said, her tone attempting to be reassuring.
Once more, Meesei found a place to set down her clothes, then started to step out into the water. The water was just about to her waist when she turned back around to see if Lunise intended to join her.
Kaleeth too was not entirely sure what would and would not be considered rude in a place like this, but she supposed there would not be harm in correcting Aeramina, at least after she responded to her. "Thank you; it's not often we have special meals. We rarely work in places that are as, um, nice as this. We spend a lot of time on the road, traveling in the wilderness, and that sort of thing. It is exciting to meet an entire other half of my family, I would say. Though, just to give a...correction, our son's name is Kaj-Julan. It translates to 'Ample Benefit'. Roughly. The languages are not too similar."
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Meesei looked to be confused for a brief moment. "Hmm? Oh, do Altmer share that 'modesty' custom with the Imperials? I cannot always keep track. I travel all over Tamriel, and the customs are not always consistent. Even within provinces. You need not worry about it around me, though. I am a lycan, after all, and a tribal Argonian before that. I will not become embarrassed if you undress." She said, her tone attempting to be reassuring.
Once more, Meesei found a place to set down her clothes, then started to step out into the water. The water was just about to her waist when she turned back around to see if Lunise intended to join her.
Kaleeth stood up shortly after Remus, taking Julan's hand in hers to prompt him to follow. Remus did not seem to be in a hurry, but there was little reason to stay where they were, so she followed along with the others into the dining room. Unsurprisingly, it showed just as much of a high-class style as the rest of the manor. With the connections that the clans had formed and the places that the pack had gone, it was not the first time that Kaleeth had been into a wealthy home, but it was still a rare event. It still made her somewhat nervous to be around all of the expensive items, particularly knowing that Remus' attention was on her.
Kaleeth followed Harald's direction to take her seat, with Julan taking a seat right beside her. Since Kaleeth was not entirely familiar with proper Imperial table manners, she decided to do nothing but wait for the moment. In her mind, she was already working on making up excuses for any unusual behavior that Remus might notice.
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Again, Meesei nodded. "I understand your reservations. Lycans were, after all, designed by Hircine to be both dangerous predators, and dangerous prey. Although, I would like to help you become more comfortable around us, over time. We are going to be allies in this, and I expect you may need to spend more time around my people. I will be courteous, but not all of my people may share that courtesy. I can assure you that any lycan you would be interacting with will have the necessary training to control themselves. Even the children in my pack are in no danger of acting against their will, short of their lives being seriously threatened. Indeed, there are non-lycans that live among the clans, and who enjoy the same privileges and status as their lycan brethren. I hope we are never forced into it, but if something goes wrong and you are in need of a safe place to hide in Tamriel, my clan is open to you. I would so love to be able to show it to you; it is a beautiful place, even moreso than this tranquil cove we are in now."
Meesei took her clothes when Lunise offered them to her, though she did not immediately act upon receiving them. Instead, she held them under her arm as she turned her head and looked out over the water. The way Meesei stood and acted did not so much as acknowledge her own nudity. It was a part of lycan culture that Lunise no doubt would have learned about in her research, though this was the first time she was faced with it. "Speaking of the cove, would you like to join me for a swim?" Meesei suggested after a brief moment, pointing her thumb towards the water.
Kaleeth followed Harald's direction to take her seat, with Julan taking a seat right beside her. Since Kaleeth was not entirely familiar with proper Imperial table manners, she decided to do nothing but wait for the moment. In her mind, she was already working on making up excuses for any unusual behavior that Remus might notice.
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Again, Meesei nodded. "I understand your reservations. Lycans were, after all, designed by Hircine to be both dangerous predators, and dangerous prey. Although, I would like to help you become more comfortable around us, over time. We are going to be allies in this, and I expect you may need to spend more time around my people. I will be courteous, but not all of my people may share that courtesy. I can assure you that any lycan you would be interacting with will have the necessary training to control themselves. Even the children in my pack are in no danger of acting against their will, short of their lives being seriously threatened. Indeed, there are non-lycans that live among the clans, and who enjoy the same privileges and status as their lycan brethren. I hope we are never forced into it, but if something goes wrong and you are in need of a safe place to hide in Tamriel, my clan is open to you. I would so love to be able to show it to you; it is a beautiful place, even moreso than this tranquil cove we are in now."
Meesei took her clothes when Lunise offered them to her, though she did not immediately act upon receiving them. Instead, she held them under her arm as she turned her head and looked out over the water. The way Meesei stood and acted did not so much as acknowledge her own nudity. It was a part of lycan culture that Lunise no doubt would have learned about in her research, though this was the first time she was faced with it. "Speaking of the cove, would you like to join me for a swim?" Meesei suggested after a brief moment, pointing her thumb towards the water.
"Yeah..." Julan began. Fortunately, his hesitation could be easily attributed to his residual fear of Remus from his shouting a few moments prior. With the way that Remus had asked his question, Julan did not actually have to say many direct lies. He could simply tell the truth, without giving any of the important specifics.
"They are busy a lot; always going on important missions. We, um, me and my brother, can't usually go with them anywhere. Since it's dangerous, and they're doing things we're not allowed to see. But we do have a big family. Well...I guess you'd just call them friends, like Rhazii. But I still see them as family. Usually, not everyone is away at once, and my parents don't always leave at the same time. They still have time to spend with me doing things; I'm learning a lot, and becoming a great hunter." Julan explained.
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"It is difficult to unlearn the habits that have kept you safe for so long. More difficult still, I imagine, to decide if you should even be unlearning them at all." Meesei responded, showing some understanding of Lunise's situation. "As I said, I merely want to show that you are not going to be working with amateurs. The resistance to those trying to destroy our world is going to have teeth. Literally and figuratively."
Closing her eyes for a moment, Meesei began to shift back out of her werewolf form, causing her to once again shrink below Lunise's height. Again, there was no struggle in the transformation, and hardly any signs of pain. Once it was over, she continued the conversation with barely a few moments of an interruption. "And I suppose you would not have quite the same comfort being around a werewolf as I. Conversations with transformed lycanthropes is a daily occurrence for me. A werewolf in a good mood can be something like an...overgrown puppy, which is rather amusing, if I am being honest. At any rate, I apologize if I caused you any undue stress."
"They are busy a lot; always going on important missions. We, um, me and my brother, can't usually go with them anywhere. Since it's dangerous, and they're doing things we're not allowed to see. But we do have a big family. Well...I guess you'd just call them friends, like Rhazii. But I still see them as family. Usually, not everyone is away at once, and my parents don't always leave at the same time. They still have time to spend with me doing things; I'm learning a lot, and becoming a great hunter." Julan explained.
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"It is difficult to unlearn the habits that have kept you safe for so long. More difficult still, I imagine, to decide if you should even be unlearning them at all." Meesei responded, showing some understanding of Lunise's situation. "As I said, I merely want to show that you are not going to be working with amateurs. The resistance to those trying to destroy our world is going to have teeth. Literally and figuratively."
Closing her eyes for a moment, Meesei began to shift back out of her werewolf form, causing her to once again shrink below Lunise's height. Again, there was no struggle in the transformation, and hardly any signs of pain. Once it was over, she continued the conversation with barely a few moments of an interruption. "And I suppose you would not have quite the same comfort being around a werewolf as I. Conversations with transformed lycanthropes is a daily occurrence for me. A werewolf in a good mood can be something like an...overgrown puppy, which is rather amusing, if I am being honest. At any rate, I apologize if I caused you any undue stress."
Kaleeth would have to continue to lie; there would be no avoiding it. Her actual past would not make much sense with the story she had given so far. There was no hiding that she was a Black Marsh native, just by her accent alone. But, as a Penitus Oculatus agent, she would have to have strong connections to the Empire. Since Black Marsh was an independent nation, that would mean she would have to have some family connections. Luckily, she had been given enough time to form some more of the details of her cover story.
"Well, my father was a traditional Argonian. Tribal, actually. If you've caught any glimpses of my tattoos, that would probably be obvious. But my mother's family has always had strong ties to the Empire, going back hundreds of years. My mother was a...trader, a merchant. She was a part of the East Empire Company. That's not what I was interested in as a hatchling, though. My father raised me to be a warrior. A hunter, really, but in Black Marsh, those two are pretty much the same. That's how I met Janius. He was in Black Marsh on a mission, and his team needed a local guide. That ended up being me. I...can't talk about the details. We're not allowed to talk about missions, even to family. But, Janius was in the area on that mission for quite a while, we spent a lot of time together, and ended up falling in love. I would say we are just made for each other. It took many years before I had the honor of joining the Penitus Oculatus. It is hard to join, but my service, and my family's loyalty to the Empire, probably helped." She explained.
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"Indeed, a beast spirit is quite disruptive by its nature." Meesei said, nodding in agreement. "Though, an important distinction to make is that my Ring does not merely give me enough control. It gives complete control. That is quite important, for any kind of internal struggle with the beast would make this impossible. Of course, merely having perfect control is not enough to grant me this ability. If it were, I would have accomplished this long ago."
Meesei took a few steps away from Lunise in order to give a safe amount of space to charge an even stronger ball of lightning in her hand. "The beast spirit is disruptive, but it is not purposefully disruptive. It does not try to disturb the magicka in the body; it merely does so by the nature of its existence. Over the years, I have become more adept at manipulating my beast spirit, instead of merely suppressing it with the ring. It is...difficult to explain to someone who has not felt a beast spirit before, but I will try. When a lycan transforms, they have to 'release' their beast spirit. Even with the Ring, I cannot keep it shackled within my mind and keep my lycan form. The beast spirit is a Daedric spirit, a vestige. It is like having two souls in the same body, and when we transform, the energy of its vestige melds with my soul more completely. It changes the energies of my body wholly and completely, to the point that they are unrecognizable. That, of course, changes everything about how magicka flows through my body. As mages, we push magicka through our bodies almost as a learned reflex. Like our our minds control our muscles without conscious thought. Trying to cast a spell as a werewolf would be like trying to...think your heart to stop. Even I cannot break through that barrier, so instead, I figured out how to eliminate the barrier altogether. With the greater control I have developed over my beast spirit, I learned how to modify [i]how[i] the vestige bonds with my own soul, so that the energies of my body remain similar to those of my normal, Argonian form. It is not completely identical, and I would say my magical potential is still greater in my normal form, but, well, it is certainly not weak."
After a moment, Meesei gave another chuckle. "So, the end result is that I am now a werewolf who can shoot lightning at my enemies. And teleport. I believe I am going to give some Vile cultists nightmares. And I hope I will be able to leverage my prowess into helping you for many years. Forgive me for not being humble, but I hope it gives you some comfort to know that you have powerful allies."
Ceasing her spell, Meesei stepped forward, directly in front of Lunise and placed her now-oversized paw onto Lunise's shoulder, keeping a warm expression. "Powerful friends."
"Well, my father was a traditional Argonian. Tribal, actually. If you've caught any glimpses of my tattoos, that would probably be obvious. But my mother's family has always had strong ties to the Empire, going back hundreds of years. My mother was a...trader, a merchant. She was a part of the East Empire Company. That's not what I was interested in as a hatchling, though. My father raised me to be a warrior. A hunter, really, but in Black Marsh, those two are pretty much the same. That's how I met Janius. He was in Black Marsh on a mission, and his team needed a local guide. That ended up being me. I...can't talk about the details. We're not allowed to talk about missions, even to family. But, Janius was in the area on that mission for quite a while, we spent a lot of time together, and ended up falling in love. I would say we are just made for each other. It took many years before I had the honor of joining the Penitus Oculatus. It is hard to join, but my service, and my family's loyalty to the Empire, probably helped." She explained.
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"Indeed, a beast spirit is quite disruptive by its nature." Meesei said, nodding in agreement. "Though, an important distinction to make is that my Ring does not merely give me enough control. It gives complete control. That is quite important, for any kind of internal struggle with the beast would make this impossible. Of course, merely having perfect control is not enough to grant me this ability. If it were, I would have accomplished this long ago."
Meesei took a few steps away from Lunise in order to give a safe amount of space to charge an even stronger ball of lightning in her hand. "The beast spirit is disruptive, but it is not purposefully disruptive. It does not try to disturb the magicka in the body; it merely does so by the nature of its existence. Over the years, I have become more adept at manipulating my beast spirit, instead of merely suppressing it with the ring. It is...difficult to explain to someone who has not felt a beast spirit before, but I will try. When a lycan transforms, they have to 'release' their beast spirit. Even with the Ring, I cannot keep it shackled within my mind and keep my lycan form. The beast spirit is a Daedric spirit, a vestige. It is like having two souls in the same body, and when we transform, the energy of its vestige melds with my soul more completely. It changes the energies of my body wholly and completely, to the point that they are unrecognizable. That, of course, changes everything about how magicka flows through my body. As mages, we push magicka through our bodies almost as a learned reflex. Like our our minds control our muscles without conscious thought. Trying to cast a spell as a werewolf would be like trying to...think your heart to stop. Even I cannot break through that barrier, so instead, I figured out how to eliminate the barrier altogether. With the greater control I have developed over my beast spirit, I learned how to modify [i]how[i] the vestige bonds with my own soul, so that the energies of my body remain similar to those of my normal, Argonian form. It is not completely identical, and I would say my magical potential is still greater in my normal form, but, well, it is certainly not weak."
After a moment, Meesei gave another chuckle. "So, the end result is that I am now a werewolf who can shoot lightning at my enemies. And teleport. I believe I am going to give some Vile cultists nightmares. And I hope I will be able to leverage my prowess into helping you for many years. Forgive me for not being humble, but I hope it gives you some comfort to know that you have powerful allies."
Ceasing her spell, Meesei stepped forward, directly in front of Lunise and placed her now-oversized paw onto Lunise's shoulder, keeping a warm expression. "Powerful friends."
Kaleeth took her seat right next to Janius on the couch, which forced Julan to come into view. Although, he stayed quite close to his mother and sat down on the other side of her. The time to hide the fact that he was afraid was long-past, though that did not stop him from trying regardless. He tried to keep his expression neutral, which, if it was successful, would likely only happen if Remus was not experienced in dealing with Argonian expressions.
“I am sure there is quite a lot for everyone to say.” Kaleeth commented. “Hopefully, we can all end up better for it. I can answer anything you want to know about me, if you’re curious.”
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“Hmm, I believe a demonstration would convey it best.” Meesei responded with a tone that could be seen as excited. It was rare that Meesei had the occasion to ‘show-off’, and she had to admit, at least to herself, that she was looking forward to it. Her pack and members of her clan had come to expect her magical prowess, but Lunise was one of the few people that Meesei interacted with who might genuinely be surprised by it. She certainly had enough magical and historical knowledge to be able to appreciate what Meesei was about to demonstrate.
Meesei stood up to her feet, then proceeded to strip down in preparation for a transformation. She pulled her dress up over her head to keep it from touching the sand, then meticulously folded it and placed it down gently next to her shoes in order to keep as much sand out of it as possible. Previously, Meesei had always worn either city clothes or thick winter cloaks in her meetings with Lunise, so this was the first time that Lunise would have been able to see her actual physique. Despite being a mage, Meesei looked like a hardened warrior, though because of her own healing abilities, she did not show the scars that she otherwise would have picked up over the years. Even though she was over forty years of age, she still looked like she could be in her prime. Or at least that her prime was not too far past.
Meesei began her transformation, which, if Lunise had ever witnessed one before, would seem far more controlled than what she had likely seen. The average lycan transformation was somewhat gruesome, and usually showed at least some small signs of a struggle with reigning in a beast spirit. However, Meesei looked calm, even as her body was contorting into its new form. As Champion, Meesei was certainly the largest werewolf that Lunise had seen in person. She towered over Lunise, and she looked strong enough to rip open a metal suit with her bare hands. It could have been intimidating, if that was what Meesei had intended. However, the other detail that set Meesei apart from the average lycan was the depth of her control. She had not exaggerated when she told Lunise that she could control her lycan form in just the same way as her normal body. All of the subtle, non-verbal language that was usually absent in a werewolf was readily visible in Meesei. The way she stood and walked, the small details in her facial expressions, they were all just as distinct as in her Argonian form, particularly since her facial structure was not exceptionally different to the normal shape of her skull. If anything, Meesei now had more tools with which to convey her emotions, since she now had ears that she could move like those of a dog.
Overall, Meesei could make her otherwise imposing werewolf form strangely approachable. It was as if she was just a larger, furry version of herself. She stepped up to Lunise, kneeling down next to where Lunise was sitting and held out her much larger hand between them. “Obviously, I am much more powerful in this form, physically. And because of my Ring, I give up nothing of my mind to take on this form. For the Champion, this form has…almost had no downsides. Were I not a mage, I would almost always have fought in this form, but I have to give up so many of my capabilities in order to access this power.”
Again, Meesei’s smile widened. This time, it exposed a maw filled with even larger, sharper teeth, but Meesei could still keep her expression more friendly than threatening. Suddenly, lightning started to spark between Meesei’s massive claws, and Lunise would be able to feel the unmistakable charge of magicka in the air. For one as educated on lycantropy as Lunise, it was something that should have been completely impossible.
“Until now.” She grinned.
“I am sure there is quite a lot for everyone to say.” Kaleeth commented. “Hopefully, we can all end up better for it. I can answer anything you want to know about me, if you’re curious.”
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“Hmm, I believe a demonstration would convey it best.” Meesei responded with a tone that could be seen as excited. It was rare that Meesei had the occasion to ‘show-off’, and she had to admit, at least to herself, that she was looking forward to it. Her pack and members of her clan had come to expect her magical prowess, but Lunise was one of the few people that Meesei interacted with who might genuinely be surprised by it. She certainly had enough magical and historical knowledge to be able to appreciate what Meesei was about to demonstrate.
Meesei stood up to her feet, then proceeded to strip down in preparation for a transformation. She pulled her dress up over her head to keep it from touching the sand, then meticulously folded it and placed it down gently next to her shoes in order to keep as much sand out of it as possible. Previously, Meesei had always worn either city clothes or thick winter cloaks in her meetings with Lunise, so this was the first time that Lunise would have been able to see her actual physique. Despite being a mage, Meesei looked like a hardened warrior, though because of her own healing abilities, she did not show the scars that she otherwise would have picked up over the years. Even though she was over forty years of age, she still looked like she could be in her prime. Or at least that her prime was not too far past.
Meesei began her transformation, which, if Lunise had ever witnessed one before, would seem far more controlled than what she had likely seen. The average lycan transformation was somewhat gruesome, and usually showed at least some small signs of a struggle with reigning in a beast spirit. However, Meesei looked calm, even as her body was contorting into its new form. As Champion, Meesei was certainly the largest werewolf that Lunise had seen in person. She towered over Lunise, and she looked strong enough to rip open a metal suit with her bare hands. It could have been intimidating, if that was what Meesei had intended. However, the other detail that set Meesei apart from the average lycan was the depth of her control. She had not exaggerated when she told Lunise that she could control her lycan form in just the same way as her normal body. All of the subtle, non-verbal language that was usually absent in a werewolf was readily visible in Meesei. The way she stood and walked, the small details in her facial expressions, they were all just as distinct as in her Argonian form, particularly since her facial structure was not exceptionally different to the normal shape of her skull. If anything, Meesei now had more tools with which to convey her emotions, since she now had ears that she could move like those of a dog.
Overall, Meesei could make her otherwise imposing werewolf form strangely approachable. It was as if she was just a larger, furry version of herself. She stepped up to Lunise, kneeling down next to where Lunise was sitting and held out her much larger hand between them. “Obviously, I am much more powerful in this form, physically. And because of my Ring, I give up nothing of my mind to take on this form. For the Champion, this form has…almost had no downsides. Were I not a mage, I would almost always have fought in this form, but I have to give up so many of my capabilities in order to access this power.”
Again, Meesei’s smile widened. This time, it exposed a maw filled with even larger, sharper teeth, but Meesei could still keep her expression more friendly than threatening. Suddenly, lightning started to spark between Meesei’s massive claws, and Lunise would be able to feel the unmistakable charge of magicka in the air. For one as educated on lycantropy as Lunise, it was something that should have been completely impossible.
“Until now.” She grinned.
It is late, but I was able to respond. Hopefully coherently.
For the entire altercation, Kaleeth was on-edge, as was the entire rest of the room. Violence was not something that Kaleeth intended to bring into this meeting, though she was ready to support Janius in anything that happened. Although, it did seem that something Janius did was able to bring at least a small change to Remus. He seemed more open to suggestion than he had been, which was a start.
Kaleeth kept most of her emotions in check, particularly anger. When Harold finally addressed her and Julan, Kaleeth responded with a calm nod. “Yes, we will join you. We came here because we want to make things better, and I definitely want to be a part of that.” Julan, meanwhile, was practically hiding behind his mother, but he did not argue when she said that he would also be joining. Despite his own fear, he supposed that it was too late now to give up.
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Despite Lunise’s hesitation, Meesei remained casual in her tone. While she was certainly wanting to calm Lunise’s worries, she was also simply looking for a conversation. “Indeed, I know you have been trying to learn about my, and my people, but not all of the stories you find about the Ring are going to be completely accurate. It also does not help that the Ring’s capabilities have changed through the years, at the whims of Hircine. And I cannot even begin to guess at how much is true that you have heard about me. As for the Ring, in its current form, it allows me complete, perfect control over my beast spirit. Most lycans with adequate training can transform at will, though not in rapid succession. I, however, can transform whenever I please, and I can control my werewolf body in just the same way as I do my normal form.”
“And as for my own capabilities…” Meesei began as a smile crept across her face. For one who was experienced enough with Argonians, it might be possible to see the hints of pride in her expression. “I know for certain that your reports on me are not up-to-date, as I have made a discovery recently. If I am being honest, it is something amazing. Something groundbreaking; my own, unique contribution to scholarly knowledge. All of the magic I have learned; the hidden Psijic secrets, the ancient nightblade techniques, all of my destructive and restorative abilities, they have all been built upon the works of others. But this…it is something of my own. And I must say, it is quite appropriate for a Champion of lycans. You do not need to share your capabilities with me if you do not wish to, but you have to admit, you are curious, are you not? I have been hoping for someone new with which to discuss scholarly matters. Or perhaps you would be interested in a demonstration?"
Kaleeth kept most of her emotions in check, particularly anger. When Harold finally addressed her and Julan, Kaleeth responded with a calm nod. “Yes, we will join you. We came here because we want to make things better, and I definitely want to be a part of that.” Julan, meanwhile, was practically hiding behind his mother, but he did not argue when she said that he would also be joining. Despite his own fear, he supposed that it was too late now to give up.
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Despite Lunise’s hesitation, Meesei remained casual in her tone. While she was certainly wanting to calm Lunise’s worries, she was also simply looking for a conversation. “Indeed, I know you have been trying to learn about my, and my people, but not all of the stories you find about the Ring are going to be completely accurate. It also does not help that the Ring’s capabilities have changed through the years, at the whims of Hircine. And I cannot even begin to guess at how much is true that you have heard about me. As for the Ring, in its current form, it allows me complete, perfect control over my beast spirit. Most lycans with adequate training can transform at will, though not in rapid succession. I, however, can transform whenever I please, and I can control my werewolf body in just the same way as I do my normal form.”
“And as for my own capabilities…” Meesei began as a smile crept across her face. For one who was experienced enough with Argonians, it might be possible to see the hints of pride in her expression. “I know for certain that your reports on me are not up-to-date, as I have made a discovery recently. If I am being honest, it is something amazing. Something groundbreaking; my own, unique contribution to scholarly knowledge. All of the magic I have learned; the hidden Psijic secrets, the ancient nightblade techniques, all of my destructive and restorative abilities, they have all been built upon the works of others. But this…it is something of my own. And I must say, it is quite appropriate for a Champion of lycans. You do not need to share your capabilities with me if you do not wish to, but you have to admit, you are curious, are you not? I have been hoping for someone new with which to discuss scholarly matters. Or perhaps you would be interested in a demonstration?"
~|Interstellar Space, near the Y’Toub System|~
~|Day 3, 7th Hour|~
Fa-Val-Kuul
Fa-Val-Kuul
By the time the sedative had wore off enough for Zora to come to, she would find herself awakening inside a cramped shuttle, with armed Republic operatives on all sides of her, and of course, Fa standing directly in front of her. Fa had personally taken the Twi’lek back to the shuttle, stripped her of everything she had, and given her another set of clothes to wear. There would be no surprises from their prisoner, as Fa had made sure she could hide nothing on her. Even so, Fa had her hands on her lightsabers as Zora was awakening, with the Sith’s lightsaber secured in one of the pouches on Fa’s person. Naturally, Fa had also made sure to take every precaution possible to eliminate any threat that Zora could pose, the least of which were the bindings keeping her tied to the seat she was in.
“You will regain your bearings within a few minutes, but I will take the liberty of telling you exactly where you are regardless. Right now, you are in a shuttle, my shuttle, in the vacuum of space. You have been bound and secured aboard this vessel by trained professionals who, I guarantee you, have not made any mistakes that might let you get loose. If, by some miracle, you were able to escape your bindings, kill every soldier aboard this dropship, including the Jedi Master you are speaking to, then you would find that we are in the middle of interstellar space with an encrypted navicomputer. So, unless you have the patience to travel a few dozen light years at sublight speeds, then you should erase from your mind any thoughts of escape that you might be having.” Fa explained firmly, and without any particular emotion.
Fa stepped closer to Zora, baring her many, sharp teeth ever so slightly. “Now, since that has been said as clearly as I can present it, I think it is time now for us to resume the conversation we were having back on Nar Shaddaa. If I recall correctly, you were being most rudely dismissive of the very generous offer I had given you.”
It's fine.
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