Fallenreaper — Roleplayer Guild

~| Day 2, 18:42-18:47 GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, various|~
~|Zanna and Jayda|~

On hearing the doors behind her open, Jayda’s eyes turned outward to note a single Sith and six troopers standing safely within. She knew the Sith as Zanna. The red skinned apprentice seemed rather surprised at seeing her here, her eyes widened and her voice offered a ride out that she would be an idiot to refuse. The notion of leaving the Jedi made her hearts drop to her stomach abruptly. That’s when she noted the other, more predatory Jedi Alat at the door’s entrance. His eyes seemed eager and razor sharp, a creature use to being the top hunter among the prey. 

The Kel Dor’s image made her instincts tense in fear slightly. No, not fear. Dislike and wariness were accurate, her gaze narrowed on the individual who then stepped into her wake to follow. To prevent the Jedi from interfering, the troopers filed out then marching past with their blaster out and ready. She was helpless, even if she cared about the Jedi’s fate, within this situation so she continued her walk to the turbolift. Her gait casual and a bit sluggish compared to her earlier movement, knowing Zanna’s lessons in reading body language was still new. 

Khan, however, would know she was coming along begrudgingly. 

Her hands moved to her sides where she then stepped to the nearest wall, her weight leaned against it and waited. She hadn’t spoken a word when the lift started to rattle and haul the individuals into the next level.  

Zanna watched Jayda approach, trying to stretch out her new found body language powers. She couldn’t glean much from the walk, other than it was slower than normal and any fool could have figured that out. Scowling in slight frustration, Zanna turned her eyes to the Kel Dor as he approached. She couldn’t help a smile in eagerness.. “A pleasure to meet you Alat. I’ve been waiting for this session for a long time.” Not, perhaps, to meet him personally, but waiting for it for a long time nonetheless. How often would she get this opportunity, after all?

As the lift began to move, Zanna shifted to face Jayda, ignoring the Jedi for now, her various poisons making a slight jingling noise. She really would have to secure them better. “Now I know why Corr met up with me. After visiting Nyiss’ lab and making more alchemical products, he showed up and followed me here. I assume he was sent by Sish to get you.” She raised a quizzical eyebrow. “How did you manage to get stuck down there with the prisoners?”

Jayda’s eyebrow raised in question, her ama (spirit/soul) getting a sickening sensation within it. Her ears caught the slight jingling causing her to muscle to stiffen but her mind forced herself to relax, her body resisting a bit. Already the dark force energy was taking away the calm she had gained within the Jedi’s presence, a fact she was unsettled about and started to to tighten her control over her rising anxiety. Jayda knew lying was impossible until she learned better so the zabrak was honest, knowing the apprentice would see the recordings and confront her later about. 

“You assumption was incorrect. He was the reason I was stuck down there when he shoved me off.” Her tone was growling and low, quiet enough any listening device might have trouble picking up. Zanna too unless she leaned closer. 

The Red Sith had to lean forward to hear what her fellow apprentice was growling about, and she couldn’t say she was entirely surprised when the truth came out. Apprentices fighting for the attention of one master killed each other all the time. She had killed several of her own competition for her last master. Still, this was a very good opportunity to test a theory and eliminate an opponent. 

 “Ah.” Zanna reached out and stopped the elevator. “A fairly poor assassination attempt, if I’m anyone to judge, but give people enough chances and they’ll correct their mistakes and succeed at some point. What are you gonna do about it, is the real question.”

Jayda head turned to face Zanna, her eyes heated dangerously compared to the past times she had looked into the apprentice’s eyes. There was something… unsettling there. Something absent before but now seemed to have surfaced while she spoke, her tone too even to be normal. “I’ll deal with it and he won’t be an issue after today.” 

Zanna smiled, despite the warnings that went off throughout her at the new look in Jayda’s eyes. So she can be pushed to use our ways. “He’s here now, unsuspecting. Why wait any longer than necessary?” Her robes shifted slightly, revealing the poisons within. “I don’t like anyone ruining my investments, and you could use the aid. What’s your plan and I’ll pick something perfect for it.” Her smile grew wider, enjoying herself as they slipped back into her realm, her waters. This is what she knew how to do best.  “Killing is killing, and there is no honor here.” 

This seemed too convenient in Jayda’s mind, her jawline tightened for a moment then loosened. It didn’t help Zanna was smiling widely causing her paranoia to sky rocket higher. Still, she knew little else where she could get the poisons and so far, the apprentice was her only possible source for information and growth. A fact, much to her irritation, she would have to come to terms with. 

Inhaling a calming breathe, Jayda let her mind push away the suspicion for a moment. “Something that would prevent the wounds from clotting and the death look like nature enough to be considered heart or brain failure of some sort. Only lethal within inserted into the blood system, not on skin contact.” 

Zanna nodded. Humming to herself, ignoring the Zabrak’s stupidly high paranoia, she quickly reached into her robes and pulled out a vial. “I assume that because you said blood system you want something that can be smeared on your claws.” She did not add that she doubted Jayda was subtle enough for anything else, instead continuing. “This will do the trick. He’ll have a heart failure and die.” She held out the poison, looking expectantly at the Zabrak.

“You really think he would consider having a drink with me after what he did? Unless he’s dense, I have to figure out other means to get around his defenses. With any luck, he could have a prideful streak and disposing of the body will be rather easy.” Jayda pointed out, showing a hint of her intelligence. 

She wasn’t about to tell everything for fear of someone discovering it. At least this way, her hand took the poison cautiously from the fellow apprentice’s grip, she would know exactly who it came from. Which if she survived, Jayda would make sure to repay Zanna back in kind if that happened. She slipped her hand gripping the tube back into her robes as she shifted back to the tubolift’s wall.  

“Fair enough.” Zanna shrugged, before stepping close to each of the six troopers. You never knew who was an informant, after all. After deftly removing their recollection of Jayda and her’s conversation, she turned to the Jedi. “Muffle him some how. I don’t care for him talking.” In short order the Kel dor was gagged (as well as they could with his mask), and they resumed the lift ride. In short order they were exiting, with Corr waiting for them.

“May I suggest the animal pens for your ‘training’” Zanna muttered quietly, before stepping out. “Corr! How come you didn’t tell me you were here to save Jayda from the Jedi rather than chat with me?”

Jayda had already considered what Zanna suggested, not bothering to correct or inform her of it. It was better if the Red Sith assumed she was more ignorant than she really was. A fact most the Sith seemed to overlook in Sish was that he might’ve been brute, but he was a predator and intelligent as well for his nature. Her eyes studied the Red Sith talking with Zanna, narrowing while she felt anger simmer a bit and gained an idea. Her foot stepped forward as she drew closer, her eyes sizing Corr up while she gave the full imagery of silent fury. 

“You. You dishonorable, lying and cowardly kohju’kay* (asshole)!” Jayda snarled quietly, her teeth bared. 

Promptly, and in a sly confusion, Corr’s head turned toward her as he excused himself from Zanna to approach her. Their conversation quickly escalated in quiet tones with Jayda putting off ridgely controlled rage until an agreement was made. Corr and her would settle it at a set time later within the training room, the Red Sith male retreating and trailing to what seemed to be a seething female zabrak. Despite his departure, it took several moments for Jayda to regain her composure. She had acted, true, but instead of using false, projected emotions… she had some of her rage, a faint amount, rise to the surface where it lingered. Inhaling several times, her mind refused to still at the notion she might actually use some of her pent up rage on the Sith. The thought was too tempting if she hadn’t been saving it for Sish. 

Zanna’s head pulled back in surprise, staring at her causing Jayda to straighten up. The zabrak started to walk away, letting the Sith believe what she wanted, as she ignored her. Jayda left the female with one single sentence spoken in a low growl. “I’ll see you tomorrow for lessons if the bastard hasn’t cut me up before then.” 

She managed to take one step to head beyond Zanna, the troopers, and the Jedi only spot the female Lady Lansha dart down the hallways toward them. In an immediate reflex, the apprentice snapped to the wall and bowed her head, avoiding eye contact with the Lord until she had passed. Her back was as close as she could get it to the wall, in order to avoid the Sith’s attention.     

Zanna’s surprise wasn’t entirely faked. She hoped the Zabrak was merely pretending, all evidence indicated that Jayda had more control than this, but perhaps she wasn’t as versed in finesse Zanna had first thought. She merely nodded in acknowledgement of Vivithe’s presence, raising an eyebrow at the glare. She gave the two Apprentices walking away one last look, before taking her prisoner and her guards away. She had her own business to attend to.

@DJAtomikaYou're lucky, I was just lacing up my shitkickin' boots. Fallen's a softie. 

But seriously, don't worry. Takes a lot for me to even think about kicking somebody from a game, especially for entire non-issues like missing a post in an exploding OOC, like Fallen pointed out. :P

I'm going to wait for Warden to reply before doing a Tonka reply to give him a chance to get something in. Just a friendly reminder for everyone, while the enthusiasm is fantastic, let's give everyone a chance to get a reply in if they're in a scene with your characters. I don't want this to become stressful for people who feel like they have to constantly play catch-up.@Dervish

Why did you think I waited for you Dervish? :p I think the only two in that scene is @Rtron, you and me.

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