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In Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
He really was just like a big cat, I thought. At least with the purring. When he stood I corrected myself. He was a really big cat.

"That was my thought," I replied. "Given the time and the native fauna, they may very well still be at their ship," I said, picking up my light armour again. The shower would have to wait. It seemed unlikely they'd brave the woods at night. But come morning... No, best to deal with them now. I almost suggested I should go back to their ship alone... but then remembered he might just leave me. We'd have to go together.

"This is an infiltrator, yes? Quiet? We could move closer and save ourselves a track back through the woods," I suggested. "Unless you'd like to meet the nexu? They're very friendly. Big, toothy smiles. Stringy tasting, too," I added with a light tone so he'd now I was joking.

In Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"You mean other than the fact that you and your Masters are hunting down and eradicating all the Jedi in the galaxy?" I asked, bemused. Anger was not the Jedi way, so I had thrown what anger I had into ensuring my survival. The planet wasn't so bad, once you knew it's rhythm. But this part of the world was cold. I wouldn't miss that.

"When the warning came my master and I were already in the outer rim, well away from the Jedi Temple. My master was entrusted with a final mission of great importance, but he couldn't bring me with him."

After a moment, quietly and almost to myself I said; "He was supposed to come back."

I banished the thought. I hadn't thought about my Master's failure to return in many moons. I think deep down I knew that I could have left sooner--bought passage on some smuggler's ship. No one would have known me for a Jedi. But I hadn't left. I'd waited.

It seemed like the healing was done. I gently but firmly probed the area the injury had been, taking this last opportunity to admire the softness of his fur. "How does that feel?"
In Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
He has a point. You wouldn't kill him... not if he were at your mercy, I thought. Though of course this could all be part of a plan... Though I had to admit that thus far I'd seen little evidence that he was someone who planned very far ahead. He had gotten caught by poachers after all. Surrendering control feeling good? Unlikely. But to each his own, I supposed.

"I see your point. I suppose it couldn't hurt... I certainly wouldn't feel less comfortable. I'll be done soon," I added. This was going quicker than I'd thought.

I didn't try about his past. I wasn't sure I was ready to feel pity for him. I certainly needed none of his for myself. Though if this is what had led him to the Dark Side... did that mean he could be redeemed? He certainly didn't seem to be the evil servant of the Empire I'd anticipated. He was nothing like what my Master had told me about.

I certainly hadn't expected a servant of darkness to start purring like a house cat. A small laugh escaped me as the image of this giant cat-man lying on his back begging for a belly rub like some kind of giant house cat jumped to mind.
In Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
If she called I would remove the blindfold. It was strange for me to see someone offering to give up control. I'd been spent too long dreaming of nothing but having the power to make those choices for myself. Long enough to grown sick of being the dancing doll, dressed for my master's entertainment. I knew what it felt like to not even be able to choose the shoes you wore. To let another person decide when you could see? The concept was foreign to me.

And yet he seemed genuinely disappointed, and for some reason I felt a bit guilty. It wasn't as if it would inconvenience me.

"And if not just for my consideration, then why?"

Why does it seem like you've already decided to trust me? I wondered, without speaking the words. It made no sense. Had I not been forced to concentrate on the healing I might have tried to skim him mind. Perhaps later, when his attention was elsewhere.
In Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
I almost gaped at his offer. Did he know his own ship so well he didn't need to actually see to get around? The whole offer was a bit strange. Only I would be able to remove the blindfold? How exactly did he intent to prevent others from removing it? Or more importantly, why make such an offer at all? Surely he realized that I had no reason to keep his hands bound if we were cooperating? Or was this his idea of apologizing for the open staring from before. Though he'd picked the blindfold up much earlier... was this part of some long-term plan?
It might be funny to see him manage without his sight for a while, I mused, but perhaps not practical. "That doesn't seem like a good plan. What if your... mistress calls to check in on your progress?"

I fished out the key to his shackles and offered them to him while he considered the question. I went to inspect the back of his head. I saw what might have been traces of blood--but it was hard to tell with such dark fur. Detecting my own hesitancy to touch him I scolded myself again mentally. Pushing down the thoughts clouding my mind I pretended he was any other patient and gently, but firmly, probed under his fur--which was surprisingly soft--searching for the offending injury. I located the offending bump.

"This will take 10-15 minutes," I admitted. This skill was once I had only recently begun to master. I slowed my breathing and concentrated, pushing energy towards the wound. Had I truly thought of him as an enemy this wouldn't have worked at all.
In Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"Absolutely not." I said, a bit sharply. "We're not killing them OR stranding them on this planet." This was what I expected from the Sith--violence without remorse. Though he had a point. I should have thought to try and alter the poacher's memories while I was there. Master would not have forgotten such an important thing.

"But there's something else I could try," I admitted with a sigh. It wasn't a skill I had trained greatly, but it was worth a try. Failing that, a lightsabre and some quality time with the communications could buy me the time I needed.

"Show me where you're hurt," I said in reply to his question.
In Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
It was a relief to take my protective gear off. Placing it with my other gear on the floor by the bed, I felt like I could breath easily for the first time in months. An odd thought to have, given the owner of the ship that would be my rescue... and the allegiances of it's owner.

Wolfe started to say something about the poachers as the door to the room opened. I looks up sharply, having expected a knock.

Wolfe's sentence trailed off abruptly, and I recognized a look I'd seen often as a slave. Apparently the Togorian were just as fascinated with my race as any others. I was unable to prevent a small smirk from twisting my lips. He was rather clumsy for a Sith, letting his guard down so easily.

"I realize this is your ship, Wolfe, it would be lovely if next time you could knock," I said patiently.

"And... what were you saying?" I prompted, reminding him he'd been speaking. "And where are you hurt?" I added, remembering why he was even here. I looked at him properly. In the doorway he seemed even larger than he'd been in the cell. The small space emphasized his imposing stature. He didn't seem seriously injured... in fact he seemed rather fit. Not bad... if you like your men with fur, I observed, idly wondering what a Togorian's fur actually felt like. Tsk, focus Aayla. He's a Sith.
In Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
I looked into one of the cells. What an... interesting collection. I almost wondered if he actually ever kept prisoners in the cells... but that was actually a rather troubling thought. Perhaps this was his personal ship, then. Rather than wonder if I should be concerned--after all I'd already made my choice--I made a suggestion.

"Well given it will take us almost two days to reach a hyperdrive route, perhaps we should take off now. I'd hate for your poacher friends to show up uninvited," I said casually as I opened the door and inspected "my" room. The room looked comfortable enough. None of the paraphernalia from the cells adorned the walls, at least. I started removing my excess gear, though I left my holster and sabre on. Then, feeling a bit guilty and not really knowing why, I added loud enough that he might here me; "I could heal your injuries, you know."
In Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
I smirked at the comment about being safe covered in the octopi's blood. Surely he knew they were one of the nexu's favourite meals. Maybe he really did have a sense of humour. How... unexpected.

The next time he spoke he gave me a great deal to consider. Seemingly he'd given up on his mission and was now suggesting we join forces. That or he was trying to lull me into a false sense of security. Of course the Togorian were known for their sense of honour, though I had no way of knowing if his the value of his word meant more to him than his loyalty to the Empire.
I weighed the options carefully. Dumping him on a habitable planet with a com-link seemed like a very safe bet... but I'd been on this planet for far too long myself. I had no idea what had become of the galaxy my master and comrades had sworn to protect. There were few who came to this hostile planet that I could have trusted not to turn me over to the empire for whatever bounty they put on the heads of jedi these days. His help, or at the very least the information he had, could be very useful. Vital, even. Master had not returned for me, as he'd promised. I had to accept the possibility he was dead... and that his mission had been left unfulfilled.

I looked up, realizing we'd made it to the ship, and he was looking at me, apparently waiting for my answer.

"My name Aayla Ven. And I'm willing to cooperate... but don't think that means I trust you," I added. Though I doubted he thought I'd give him my trust so easily... we both knew the mission he so casually mentioned was to hunt me down.

I disengaged my own sabre and confidently walked unto the ship. Not wanting to let him think I was intimidated, I calmly walked past him into the ready room. "So, which room is mine?" I asked, eyeing the two rooms on either side of the lift, removing my stained cloak. It had seen better days, but would have to do until I could get a new one. I draped it over my arm and did a visual inspection of my gear without removing it, making sure to casually keep Wolfe in the corner of my eye. Nothing looked damaged, but a thorough cleaning wouldn't go amiss. Thinking of cleaning, I suddenly remembered there were such things as warm showers.

"Do you have a shower on this thing?" I asked, trying not to sound eager.

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In Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature) → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
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