A Dark Muse: Two to Tangle

[Ra'a'mah]

Having joined up with Dominion, Ra had been kept busy. First with the transporting of goods and supplies for them to training to be a Jedi. For the moment, she is between jobs, but another one is headed her way soon. That was intuition speaking to her there.

The industrial world of Ession reminded Ra a lot of home and liked to spend time here since Coruscant was further away. In the city domes at least it was like home. Outside of those though, she had never been.

After having gone out to dinner by herself, she walked along the dark street. Her hair up in its braid, knives in her boots and up her sleeves, she appeared to be unarmed. She walked with confidence though and looked around her aware of her surroundings.

Ra had not gone more than a few blocks from the small diner when she heard the sounds of fighting. There were no blasters involved, this was a beating. Barely giving it a second though, she started running in the direction of the fight, her hands on the hilts of her knives.

She ran around a corner and saw four men on the ground and the shadowed outline of another person standing over them. The men were unmoving and the figure appeared to that of a woman about half a foot taller than her and rather on the slim side. Whoever this was, did not need her help.

Blinking her eyes a few times, she remained motionless as she wasn't sure who had picked the fight, the men or the woman. If it was the woman, Ra did not want to tangle with her. She was confident in her fighting skills, but felt this woman would best her if it came down to fighting.

[member="Darth Exode"]

 

[Darth Exode]

A last Man jumped out from behind a dumpster, a knife brandished in his hands, only for the woman to spin around and kick him in the chin, causing his neck to jerk to the side and snap with a fair amount of force, with a sickening crack. The man feel to the ground, the life gone from his eyes, as the woman merely brushed her black fringe out of her eyes, and away from her red forehead, her head turned so that Ra could only barely see the action, and not much else of her face..

"You would think," it was a low, and sinful voice. The voice of a Black Widow, of a Seductress, and the sounds her voice made oozed tantalising sin, "that you could pick a better target, scum. This was literally pitiful." She gestured with her hand, and one of the downed men flew, pinned against a wall, almost like he was crucified against it, as he cried put in pain. This man was most likely the Leader.

"You attacked me because you thought me an easy target, did you not? For my looks? I could feel the Lust radiating off of your psyche..." The voices was sweet and dangerous, like a poison hidden in a serving of honey. "But now... what to do with you?"

 

[Ra'a'mah]

The next few moments answered Ra's unspoken thoughts and question as to who was doing the attacking. At least one of the men was dead, but he had tried to kill the woman, so there was fault but his own.

This woman was good and a force user. Her interest peaked and Ra stepped forward slowly. Her hands showed empty if the woman looked in her direction. It appeared her full attention was on the man she had pinned against the wall though.

"I'd say put him down, he's beaten. If he makes any other agressive moves, then kill him."

Simple answer for a hostile situation, but hopefully one that worked.

[member="Darth Exode"]

 

[Darth Exode]

"A new dancer in our little tango, my dear... You'll have to wait a minute while mummy talks to the adults." Her voice was sweet and obviously mocking as she flung the man to the floor, and turned to the new comer.

Her Eyes were the Yellow of a Topaz, and seemed to piece through Ra's eyes, and straight into her soul. Her skin was a blood red, and she had odd protrusions on the sides of her jaw, the sides of her chin, and where her eyebrows should be. Her sleek hair was tied back in a ponytail, with a slight fringe over her left eye, and a jagged scar over her right. Her nose was pierced on the right side, with gold, to match her Golden Earings. She wore a necklace, which hung down, just above her cleavage, which seemed to be a small blade of some kind, the necklace being the holster it was kept in.

She wore grey armour over her chest, and over her legs, but her arms were bare with Tattoos running up and down the length of them. Her nails were filled to a point, and she had a few non-metallic rings here and there, obviously of some value, especially the one that seemed to have a Krayt Dragon Pearl as the stone in it, on her left middle finger. Her hips were obscure by a clip-on skirt, that left the front of her legs revealed, showing the armour to the world, but hiding any weapons she may have underneath them. Pinned to her shoulder armour, was a black hooded cloak, of which the hood was down, as the Cloak slowly ruffled in an unfelt breeze.

"And who might you be, Snow Queen?" Her voice was quite playful, and her remarks was obviously in jest, by her tone of voice. "My conscious, and my voice of reason for tonight?"

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Ra saw the woman let the man down, rather forcefully, but nothing more than really a bruised backside and some broken pride.

She knew when she had the woman's full attention, her eyes peered through her or felt like that at least. Not having seen a pureblood sith before, Ra didn't know what to make of the odd appearance, but that didn't really matter to her. People were people, no matter race, looks, skills or handicaps they may or may not have. She shrugged off her thoughts on this and listened to the words and tone of [member="Darth Exode"]'s voice.

It was silky smooth, full of what men would consider lust, to Ra it was just another voice among the many she's heard over her life. This woman in front of her had humor and it spilled into her voice as she addressed Ra.

"Call me, Ra. I might or not be your voice tonight. What you do is your choice and your actions rest on your shoulders alone."

Not sensing she too was going to be one the five now laying on the ground, came further out of the shadows. She was wearing her black outfit tonight and her cloak. No rain happened under the domes of Ession so her hood was down, revealing her white hair in the night.

 

[Darth Exode]

"Ra, is it? Very well, if introductions are to be done, I am Ravana." She began to pace around this new comer, like a cheetah or a leopard stalking around some newfound prey. "Strange. It is not often that someone comes close to a Force User, especially one of my species... either you are ignorant, over confident, or you plain and simply don't care. Perhaps you are a Force User as well..?"

Ravana seemed to think about it for a minute, before coming to a dead stop in front of Ra. "If so..." She just shook her head. "Well, enough speculations. These... pigs have taken up enough of my night, especially when I planned on enjoying myself. The question is, my dear... why are you here? Going for a midnight stroll? Just looking for some fun, like myself? Looking for some friends of yours?" She says all of this with a raised eyebrow-thing, and her hands behind her back, seemingly clasped together.

She smirked charmingly. "Your Answer and any Questions you have, my dear?"

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Ravana attempted to circle around Ra, but she followed all of her movements, never letting the woman get behind her. They moved similarly. Both knew how to tangle, but the sith did not attack.

Tipping her head to the woman, Ra listened as the woman spoke.

"I have to admit, I've never seen one such as you."

The question of her also using the Force drifted into a brief silence before the sith spoke again. She stopped in front of Ra and stood with her hands behind her back looking at the white haired human.

"Dinner was that way," Ra pointed her hand in the direction she had come from. "And my place is that way." She pointed the other.

"The sounds of the fight reached my ears and I came to investigate. I guess I'm rather boring and was thinking about going home after eating."

She gave [member="Darth Exode"] a look before speaking again.

"Yes, I can use the Force as well. I have no friends here so wasn't going to see them and if you know some place to have fun, I'd like to see it."

 

[Darth Exode]

The Smirk that lit up Ravana's face was beautiful, and at the same time, it was quite dangerous. "You mean to tell me you have never gone to the clubs around here? They are so much fun..." Her voice was a seductive purr, promising that the would both have fun.

She turned in the direction of the Cantina, and started walking that way. Well perhaps walking wasn't the right word. She strutted. Swaying her hips sexily with every step, and she didn't even seem to be aware she was doing such a thing, it just seemed to come naturally to the Sith woman. She motioned for Ra to follow her over her shoulder, as she kept moving away.

"You said you have never seen one like me before? I am not surprised. Most of my race went into hiding long ago. We have just begun to resurface in the Galaxy. I am assuming you would like to know what I am?" She just kept walking, automatically assuming that Ra was following her, not even bothering to turn around to check.

 

[Ra'a'mah]

"Well, no, I'm not from here."

Ra watched as [member="Darth Exode"] turned and walked away from her. She moved like a cat on the prowl and looking for a mate for the night. It was all natural to Ravana and she didn't know she moved the way she did. Ra was a tad jealous of her, while she moved like a cat, she did not have a sexy swagger to her step. Shaking her head, she followed after the exotic woman.

"Correct, I've never seen a whatever you are."

Her voice showed a bit of humor in it as Ra spoke, to take any sting out of the potential insult. She didn't mean it negatively and hoped Ravana wouldn't either.

"What are you then?"

She caught up to the woman and walked along side of her.

 

[Darth Exode]

Her cape flapped in a gust of wind, revealing something that looked like a Lightsaber, strapped just above her ass, horizontally on her belt, before the cape moves back into place. "I am a Sith. A Sith Pureblood, to be precise, that is what the name of my race is." That's all she said, with a slight smirk on her face, as she kept walking, waiting for the inevitable questions to follow, or the natural hostility that would likely show, as she continued to strut towards the club she was after.

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Ra listened to the answer provided and for once she was unable to hide her shock and surprise.

"I thought the Sith race was destroyed millennia ago!"

Having worked with the Dominion Sith and known a few of them in her time with the faction, Ra did not display any hostility to [member="Darth Exode"]. In her opinion, she was just another citizen of the galaxy. The answer had been two fold and it told Ra which side of the Force she was on.

Having a slight second thought, maybe she shouldn't have told Ravana she too could use the Force.

 

[Darth Exode]

"It's what a lot thought about us. We were almost extinct for a time, but we hid ourselves away from the Galaxy efficiently. We are making a comeback now." She continued to strut towards a less reputable part of the area. "And don't worry, about your Force ability. I won't try to convert you..." The Purr of her voice left the obvious "yet" out. "Tonight we are just two girls on the Town, drinking, partying, hooking up with other party goers. A no-holds barred kind of night, my dear. Death Sticks, Whisky, Wine, whatever we desire, we will have. Simply because..."

The short pause was tension-filled. "We can, and we will." The Purr was back in full force, full of promise and want, like she knew she could take everything and anything , and none could stop her when she attempted to do so. "We are just out here to have fun, to dance, to be leisurely."

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Could this woman read her mind? Ra thought this to herself as Ravana assured her at least tonight she would not try to convert Ra. While Ra was more Jedi now than anything, there were times when she allowed her emotions to control her. Even so, she had so much to learn about the Force.

"I'd like a fun time. Never really put my hair down and let it all hang out. It should be interesting, especially since you know what to do."

She let out a small chuckle when she finished and actually looked forward to seeing what the night held for them both.

[member="Darth Exode"]

 

[Darth Exode]

She walked up to a non-descript door, and knocked on it a few times. The eyes of a Rodian peered through a slot in the door, and seeing who it was, they automatically let them in.

The Room was full of dance music, and people grinding and bumping against each other on the dance floor. The sides of the room were covered in decadent lounges, with foods, alcohols and narcotics galore, and people in different states of consciousness lying against the walls. The colours of the room were Mind boggling, and the amount of want and lust on the Room was palpable, even to non-force users. To Force users, it would be like the emotions were banging on their heads like a door, begin to be let in so they can enjoy the space and grey matter between their ears, and have a party of their own.

With a Smirk, Ravana turned and stared at Ra with her golden yellow eyes. "Welcome, my dear, to the Den of Sin."

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Ra followed the woman do a plain looking door which she knocked on. It was obvious the person at the door knew her and opened it right away. The rodian allowed them to enter, watching Ravana the whole time barely even looking at Ra.

The door closed behind them and she was immediately assaulted with light, sound and color, let alone the emotions she felt cascading through the people.

There were people everywhere! Only near the door was there no people. She was at a total loss for words and had no idea where to begin. Ra just stopped and stared like some tourist seeing something for the first time. A country girl in a big city. Even on Coruscant she had never run into a place like this.

When [member="Darth Exode"] looked at her and spoke, welcoming her the Den of Sin. Ra just looked at her still in shock.

 

[Darth Exode]

With a visible sigh, Ravana clasped Ra on either side of her head, and gave her a tender, long kiss on the forehead.

With that kiss, the lights weren't as bright, the colours weren't as bad, the music wasn't as loud, the smells not as assaulting, and the emotions less intrusive and glaring. "I'm sorry, I forgot what the Den can do to people the first time they come here. I am using the force to cloud your senses a little, and make the effects not as bad. If you wish me to take it off, I can at anytime you wish, just ask me. Now..." Ravana said with a sexy smirk. "It's time to party, my dear."

Ravana then let go of Ra's head and grabbed her hand and lead her into the Den, specifically the Bar, and ordered a Hyper Vodka, with a Death Stick Chaser. She then turned to Ra. "Are you ok? What would you like, my dear?"

 

[Ra'a'mah]

While in the daze of being assaulted by the club, Ra saw [member="Darth Exode"] move in a kiss her on the forehead. When she finished, the sights and sounds were less intrusive and the emotions bouncing around were slower now and not as much like a ping-pong ball.

She maintained the contact for a few moments longer than needed, but Ra did not pull away. She was still coming down off the assault of her senses. Her head cleared more now and Ravana let go of her face. The sith took her hand and guided her the bar, ordered herself a drink and asked what Ra wanted.

"I'm not sure what it's called, but it's sweet and blue with a touch of fizz."

Ra turned her attention back to her companion and she nodded.

"Thank you, yeah and I'll be fine."

 

[Darth Exode]

The Bartender handed Ra a Twi'lek Surprise, and moved on. Ravana broke the clear stick and poured the glowing red liquid into the clear, shiny Hyper Vodka, creating a red glowing spiral, inside the silvery-clear liquid, before taking a small sip and sighing, the pure pleasure wafting off the woman palpable even through the clouding aura surrounding Ra.

"Now, that's the good stuff..." She said with a sigh. Looking around the place, Ravana seemed to be looking for something, probably a better place to sit. Seeing such a spot, a vacant seat, a little way over, she began to walk towards it, beckoning Ra to follow her with the teasing curl of a finger. "Come with me, my dear. Let's go over here... it's a bit more... private...." she said with a sexy purr and accompanying smirk.

Sitting down on the lounge, she took her drink and leaned into it, against the arm, and seemed to watch the dancing floor, and the debauchery and dirty dancing going on, with a beatific and beautiful smile.

 

[Ra'a'mah]

Taking the drink from the bartender and a sip of it, Ra closes her eyes and enjoys the taste of it going down. Opening them again, she sees [member="Darth Exode"] moving off in the crowd looking for a spot to sit.

She follows her companion for the evening and takes a seat next to her on the end of the divan. It's not that Ra didn't like Ravana, but didn't want to give her any ideas about making a sexual move on her. Her eyes were the men only and boy was she getting an eyeful.

Even though the Sith had dulled her senses, the feelings were still so much for Ra. She took it in stride though and watched the scenes play out around her.

"This place is just amazing."

 

[Darth Exode]

"This... is a practical representation of everything I see and feel when I draw on the Dark Side, Greyling." She smirked and Gestured to the club in its whole.

"Greed. See the Bartenders and the Loansharks, and the Gamblers, all converting their credits like they were a source of Oxygen in a vacuum." She pointed out each in turn.

"Gluttony. The Drug addicts, the Drunkards, the Gluttons, all indulging in their vice of choice, and indulging themselves, in a need for the pleasure their bodies crave."

"Lust. The Dancers, the "Playboys" the "Sluts and "Whores". Their Lust and want for each other is so great, even the non-Force Sensitives can feel it, and it BATHES us in its strength and voraciousness, and can bring us close to the Dark Side."

"Anger. Look at the Gamblers being cheated out of their Money, the Bartender that deserves a promotion but his greedy boss refuses so he has more money for himself. The dancers who's feet are being trod in, the man under the effects of Alcohol who is refused more. Feel their anger, and their Hate. That is what gives them strength and focus, even in the states they are currently in."

"You can feel the Dark Side of the Force here, so easily. This is what the Dark Side feels like to me. And all of these emotions and facets all lead to three ends. Power. Pain. Pleasure. The Dark Side Simplified. Overwhelming Pain. Conquering Power. Gratifying Pleasure. This is what the Dark Side is."

She smirked beautifully again. "This is where I come to feel at one with what I want, and the Dark Side. I am not at peace, for Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion." She turned to look at Ra. "Before you say anything, I am not attempting to turn you. I am just explaining why I like to come here. Why I am content here, My Dear."