A Dark Touch

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Greta Kohler"]

Kurt had always had a problem with authority.

This was mostly because he'd grown up on Tatooine, a lawless world in the outer rim that held no official government, no police force, no fire department, nothing that would constitute any sort of an authority figure. That essentially meant that Kurt had lived his entire life without ever having to worry about someone looking down on him. There were his parents of course, and they had taught him proper manners and respect but it wasn't quite the same as growing up in a city with a police force.

All of this was to say, Kurt didn't do well when he ran into officers of the law.

That was why he was currently sitting within an interrogation chamber within the heart of One Sith Territory.

He had been detained a few hours ago, his temporary ship having been impounded when the ID tags had been found false and the cargo aboard had been found to be illegal goods. Of course, Kurt had insisted that this was a set up, The Courier stating that his ship had been one hundred percent clean and that he himself had been working for Sif Shipping, a corporation that specialized in galactic transportation and package delivery.

Of course what Kurt didn't know was that a local syndicate had picked him at random to serve as a scapegoat, loading cargo-aboard his ship while he was out at dinner and tagging his vessel with a false ID. When the security forces had been alerted, and Kurt had returned to his ship, the arguments made by the Courier hadn't quite been welcomed, and eventually Kurt had been beaten, arrested, and thrown into the interrogation room he now sat in.

They had left him alone for the time being, one of the captains stating that some sort of specialist was coming, someone who was rather concerned with the cargo that "Kurt" had been carrying.

 

[Komo]

Greta had never had a problem with authority.

Born and raised in Coruscant, the beating heart of One Sith territory, the very capital itself, was no joke. Especially not when one was taken as a child and forced to enlist in military. For more than half of her entire life span so far, the once innocent young girl had been turned into a fighting machine by the indoctrinators in the plethora of military and institutional academies that littered the Sith capital world. As an officer in the military then, she had always lamented on the lack of sufficient power to carry out what needs to be done, and wished to have enough power so that she would never be found in such a situation again. Now a Sith, Greta was well on her way towards achieving the power she so desired so long ago, and the blonde simply couldn't be more pleased with herself.

Today, her job was to head to one of the detention facilities, where the guards were holding a special someone, a man who apparently tried to smuggle in illegal contraband items. She had no idea what was so special about this man and the goods that his was carrying, that they needed a specialist like her for the job. Greta was clad in a simple hooded robe as black-as-night atop her obsidian dress as she strode into the interrogation area, signalling for the guard to open the thick durasteel lock that lead to the chambers where her victim would be waiting for her.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Greta Kohler"]

Well, this was perhaps the loveliest surprise of the day. Kurt had expected someone who was a lot more...well big for starters. The woman who stepped in through the reinforced durasteel doorway was lithe, small in comparison to him though full in figure and quite lovely in her features. Her eyes were bright red and her lips were flush red. His eyebrows raised as she stepped inside, pupils dilating slightly as he simply enjoyed the view of her wandering into the room.

This was...interesting.

When they had said special interrogator, Kurt hadn't thought it would be a woman, much less a woman that looked like this. Perhaps that was a tad sexist, but in his experience police interrogators tended to be large aliens with fists the size of a brick that could smash ones head in with a single smack. For them to send someone like this? Well she was either very special, or they thought he was a complete fool. Either way, The Courier was hardly about to complain.

Slowly Kurt leaned forward, the chains that bound his hands scratching softly against the metal table. "Well hello there."

A wide, boyish smirk pulled at his lips.

Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all.

 

[Komo]

As she walked towards her victim seated in the chair, Greta saw that he was simply an ordinary looking man who didn't really look any different from a random person of the street. Hardly anything recognisable about him, probably just another smuggler. As she kept her gaze fixed onto the man, she saw that a wide boyish smile had appeared on his visage, probably thinking of who-knows-what as he leaned forward towards her. She raised her left palm, gesturing her fingers towards his face, turning them from left to right as she examined his face without touching, simply through sheer telekinetic power. A brief show of power, that should probably wake him up a bit. However, chances are that this little show of power would not do much to shake the man as she rested her hands on the table, before speaking.

"Kurt Meyer. Your name is Kurt, is it not?" The feisty blonde then licked her lips in a rather lascivious manner before she continued. "So tell me Kurt, what are you planning to do with the cargo you had smuggled into the heart of the One Sith capital world? You're not a part of pesky scum such as the resistance are you? We Sith don't take too kindly to those folks around here. They're kind of an annoyance that just won't go away, like roaches."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Greta Kohler"]

Sith.

He knew what that meant, at least in name. Kurt had been a part of the Republic Navy nearly three years ago, not due to some idealist virtue or thought of saving the galaxy, but due to prudence. The fight against them had been slow and hopeless at the time, though Kurt had been part of the Republics only successful battles against the One Sith. That was mostly because they had never focused on Space, no, the Sith preferred to absolutely dominate the planetary side of things, foregoing the actions of a fleet.

Kurt swallowed hard, his pupils growing to pinpricks as he felt a slight surge of something go through him. He wasn't sure what it was, but suddenly the Courier found himself sitting more upright, at attention, almost as if he were saluting.

"Listen." Kurt began slowly, his tone far more respectful that before. "I told this to your officers, but that ship isn't mine, the cargo isn't mine. I was set up."

That of course would sound ridiculous to most, after all Kurt had in fact appeared on this world in that ship and had signed for it on the docking bay, but it was the truth. Kurt had no intention of smuggling anything, especially into Sith space, he loved living too much for that. "Trust me, I'd never resist you."

He offered her a small smile and a wink.

 

[Komo]

This man, this Kurt, didn't seem to be as affected by the presence of the force as she'd thought. Affected yes, but broken, no. When the man spoke, a hint of respect was now present, a quality that was lacking from the words he had uttered before. Perhaps, he had thought her weak from her rather diminutive stature, thus it always good to start with a little show of power, or should she say, force. The man continued to insist to deny that he owned neither the ship or the cargo he carried, and that he was simply set up to be the scapegoat. The phrase that he ended with, however sent a smile yet upon her serene visage, the smile and wink of his only made her smile widened further. "You'll never resist me? Is that right? I'm supposed to trust you?"

Getting up from her seat, Greta walked over to the man, leaning down beside his seated form as she raised a gloved hand and cupped the tip of his chin. Her pools of crimson gazed deeply into his eyes of blue, a certain something glazed behind them. Stray locks of honey blonde escaped from her hood, falling down onto the air, as though spun out of honey itself. The Sith then spoke. "So tell me Kurt, are you trying to tell me that you have no fault in this? That you are innocent of the charge imposed upon you? If you say as such, then what should we do with you then?" As the Sith spoke, she made such to emphasis his name in a drawl, before speaking in a rather regal, authoritative manner.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Greta Kohler"]

Her eyes were captivating, almost entrancing.

He had never seen eyes like that, and that was saying something. Kurt had traveled all over the Galaxy, going from Exocron to Muunilist, and he had never seen a woman, or anyone, with ruby red eyes. They were terrifying in a way, though beautifully hypnotic. For a moment The Courier found himself completely dumbstruck, the fingers at his gently lightly trailing against the scruff of his meager beard. He looked at her, for a moment more, his tongue almost flicking over his lips.

"Well." Kurt began slowly, resisting a sudden, and very powerful urge to simply kiss the Sith Lady and get himself outright killed for the affront of it. "You could always take me out to dinner."

A chill crawled up his spine as he finished speaking.

Either he had just made a terrible choice, or a wonderful one.

 

[Komo]

Greta saw and felt the man transfixed by her gaze, her blood-eyes doing their best to captivate the fullest of his attention. She saw as he licked his lips, the tongue quickly darting out and back in again in barely seconds. The spell seemed to waned as he finally began to speak once more. Intriguing. Either this Kurt had the balls the size of a Krayt dragon, or he was simply utterly foolish. For some reason, she was inclined to think of the former.

He actually proposed for a dinner date.

A bewitching smile then appeared on her visage as she stood up once more, walking over to the think durasteel door and giving it a series of knocks. The door opened slightly with a groan, and the Sith poked her head slightly out as she spoke to the guard stationed outside. With a quick salute, he promptly radioed for the task to be fulfilled. Returning to her seat, she simply kept her eyes on him as she waited for the thing she had called to arrive. It didn't take very long, arriving shortly after within a span of ten short minutes.

A guard, opened the door, carrying in his hand a plate covered by a metal food dome cover. Placing the plate on the table, he left and returned back to his post outside the door. Greta then gestured to the object in front of them. "Well, go on Kurt, you asked for dinner, didn't you?" He would then see a menacing smile on the face of the Sith if he were to glance upon her visage. It was certainly not he had in mind no doubt, but it was still dinner.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Greta Kohler"]

Kurt looked up at the woman. There was hesitation in his gaze for the first time, a bit of weariness at to what was actually under that metal dome. The Courier did not want to lift it, didn't actually even want to touch it. He knew exactly what the Sith were known for, and the way that this woman was looking at him made him want to shrink in his seat. For a brief second Kurt was tempted to bite his lip, a nervous tick that would probably not be advantageous in this situation.

"Are you sure you'd rather not go out, Darlin'?" He would begin, his voice a tad more shaky but with the same confidence. "Imagine it. We could go to a nice restaurant, take a walk..."

Kurt trailed off for a moment, his eyes falling to the metal dome, then to her face, settling on her eyes. "End the night with a Kiss."

He smiled up at her, offering the suggestion as though it were a genuine option. Even with the rather menacing smile on her face and the way she carried herself like nobility...well, she was still beautiful, and Kurt couldn't resist a beautiful woman for the life of him.

 

[Komo]

Greta could feel the hesitation, nervousness and fear ooze out of the man in waves, amplified by the newly arrived dome. Kurt seemed hesitant, but rightly so. Seeming to have mustered up some form of courage, he proposed to her once more about going out to eat. The same cold smile crept back upon her face as she spoke. "But, your dinner is here, Kurt. Aren't you going to eat it?" Turning around the gesture, point and smile at the holo-cameras in the top corner of the room, she said "With all of what you do being watched, how could you disappoint all those watching? Now, now be a good boy and finish your dinner."

Leaning forward, the Sith continued. "If you behave and do well, you might even get the kiss you wanted." Dropping yet another smile as she finished. Smiles were plentiful tonight, but their meanings weren't all the same. They ranged from menacing to coldness.

Sensing his further hesitation and reluctance to lift up the metal dome, Greta decided to help him with that instead, or they'll never go anywhere at this rate. Lifting up with the dome, she said "Enjoy!"

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Greta Kohler"]

What was under the dome startled him slightly, mostly because he'd never actually seen anything like it.

The Courier could identify what was there as food of some sort, though what exactly it was...well, it was really quite difficult to tell. Upon closer inspection Kurt realized that it was some kind of meat roasted along the outside, and if he had taken a few more seconds to actually analyze it he would have come up with the fact that the meal was roasted Nexu Tongue. The dish wasn't really served all that often, Nexu not being domesticated and hunting them being rather...difficult.

It was a delicacy, one that was eaten mostly by the highest of the society. The tongue was known for it's tenderness, but also for it's incredibly bitter taste and it's tendency to make one ill when not cooked properly. Kurt of course wouldn't know that, and as he looked down at the odd piece of meat he couldn't help but feel slightly queasy. "Well, i suppose for a kiss..."

Kurt trailed off as he picked up the knife and fork and cut into the meat. He thought for a moment, then sliced open his meal.

The first bite was...well anything but tasty. The meat tasted rancid, like Bantha that had been left out in the sun for too long. His face twisted slightly, his eyes bulging out of his head as he chewed.

 

[Komo]

The cloche was finally lifted and the dish revealed itself to the man. An entire Nexu tongue, in all its glory, sat on the plate waiting to be devoured by its consumer. As several moments of hesitation, Kurt made an attempt to have a go at the strange meat, once again using the kiss as a way to motivate and rally himself to work on the outlandish dish. Greta watched as he picked up the cultlery and began to dig in into the food. The Sith had picked this dish as more of a joke than anything else. Something to make fun of him and his words of a date.

This was no restaurant as if he expected to get a good free meal out of her, he was sorely mistaken. Perhaps he had simply wanted to take her out for dinner instead, though she may question where his motives lay.

Everyone who had asked for a meal meeting of any sort before all had hidden agendas or something they needed from her. The notion or thought of someone having a meal with her just to spend time or eat together was practically unheard of to Greta. It was definitely not something she was familiar with. As she saw Kurt's visage throwing off several weird expressions, Greta threw a worried expression his way, though no one knew if the worry was genuine or otherwise. "Not enjoying your dinner?"

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Greta Kohler"]

"Well." Kurt began as he choked down another piece of the awful, near rancid meat. "It's not the best thing I've ever had."

Nor was it actually the worst.

There had been a time on Tatooine where Kurt had hung around with a Tusken Tribe, their idea of food was...well it wasn't really food at all. He still remembered the smell of it, how awful it had been. That had been one time that Kurt hadn't managed to actually stifle the vomit within his throat. He shook at that, remembering the flavor. Suddenly the Nexu tongue didn't taste so bad, in fact, after a few bites it wasn't actually all that horrible. Still, he had a terrible feeling that this would come back to haunt him later.

His eyes flickered up at Greta.

Baby blue surveyed her, watching her, seeing the concern on her face, false or otherwise. He couldn't help but smile, letting his gaze linger on those full lips and the expression that they held. "But I think the reward will be worth it."

 

[Komo]

It took him a while but Kurt seemed to be moving along well with his dish of Nexu tongue. That was until he nearly choked after trying to speak. He mentioned that it was not the best thing he ever had. Well, of course, Greta didn't think that there would be anyone who would say that Nexu tongue was the best thing they had ever tasted. As she caught his gaze lingering on her once more, the Sith could see that she had captivated the man's attention. "Why, yes of course. The reward would no doubt be the best thing you've ever had."

She had sorta expected something like this to take place and pulled out a small cylinder the size of a cosmetic and aromatic lip gloss. To others, it would simply look like an ordinary cosmetic item, but it was not so simple. The item was actually an designed to be an unorthodox interrogation tool that contained a rather popular tool, a truth serum.

The serum has been chemically altered to only take effect when it comes into contact with another individual's saliva other than her own. Kurt wouldn't suspect a thing, and all he probably thought was on how he was going to enjoy a rather fabulous kiss that was coming right up. As began to finish his meal, Greta got up from her seat and walked over back to his side, leaning down to face him at eye level. "Well done! You've finished your dinner, I see."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Greta Kohler"]

Well, that had been absolutely disgusting beyond all belief and thought. Not the worst thing he'd ever eaten mind, but probably the worst thing he'd ever had to finish. Shifting in his chair slightly Kurt leaned back, closing his eyes for half a moment and tilting his head against the metal backing. He tried to recompose himself, gain some vestige of strength and control over his stomach. Taking a deep breath he slowly found that control returning, feeling himself get slightly more stable as the nausea in his stomach began to slip away.

Slowly his head tilted back up, his eyes opening to find Greta staring at him.

There was a sheen across her lips, a brightness to her eyes, and an eagerness on her face that Kurt couldn't quite pin down. Was she really going to kiss him? It seemed like she planned on it. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, his gaze falling to those lush lips before slowly panning back up to her eyes. A slight smile pulled at her face, an expression that told of confidence, control, and perhaps a bit of eagerness. Kurt wondered for a moment more, then inwardly shrugged.

Who was he to deny this?

She hadn't said anything yet, hadn't given him permission to touch or kiss her, but Kurt had never been one to stand on formalities. She was inches from his face, and before he could bend to his better judgement, before he could even think about, Kurt leaned forward and kissed her. One of his chained hand's lifted up, his palm settling on her neck and his fingers curling against her skin as he pulled her into a deep, lavish kiss. Tongue flicking forward as he drew her in with a passion that might make one think they were long lost lovers.

 

[Komo]

The man took the bait. Kurt took her action of getting close as sign of permission of sorts she was guessing as he made his move. She felt his hand settling on her neck, his fingers curling as he pulled her in for a deep lavish kiss. As Greta felt his tongue darting towards hers, she returned the gesture, excitement growing within her as her plan began to bore fruit.

The truth serum she had coated onto her lips would soon take effect,and she would be able to get the truth out of him sooner than later. She hoped he was enjoying what he was getting, and she doubt she'll do it again. The kiss carried on for a couple of minutes more, with plenty of fluids exchanged ensuring that the serum would have plenty of his saliva to work on.

It wouldn't be long now. The serum was relatively harmless and had no lasting effects,and all it would do was to program one's brain to tell the truth without lies,and as it worked its way into the man's bloodstream, she would know when it was ready when a slight tingle akin to a momentary sensation of pins and needles. Now in close contact,she placed a hand onto his own, ready to feel for the tell-tale sign.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Greta Kohler"]

Why stop when you were on a roll?

Kurt didn't know about the Truth serum of course, to him this was simply him getting his just reward, and it was a reward that he intended to fully exploit to the maximum allotment. He couldn't really help himself at this point, with Greta leaning into him and her touch on his hand taken as encouragement Kurt couldn't help but push his luck just a little more.

After all, what was life without a little risk?

His other palm came up, the chain clattering slightly as he let his hand ever so gingerly fall onto the Sith Ladies hip.

Kurt's fingers would create slight little indents, tiny presses against her skin as he pulled her deeper into the kiss, and eventually into his lap. It wasn't a forceful pull, not a harsh one, but instead a gentle guiding into taking Greta exactly where he wanted her to be, exactly where she would be more comfortable.

 

[Komo]

The sensation she had been waiting for had yet to come. Something had definitely gone wrong, for the reaction time to the serum was almost half the time that had elapsed so far. With that plan out of the window, Greta had to come up with alternatives. Mind-probing. The option did indeed came to her, and yes, she could have just used this option from the very beginning and skipped all of this debacle, but it was always fun to play with your victims, no?

Releasing herself from the kiss, she used the very same technique that she had practiced before in Darth Pyrrhus lessons. Raising a gloved hand towards the forehead of Kurt, she used the force to probe through his mind, sifting through any memories that held relation to the current case. It was beginning to seem futile, as none of them drew close.

After searching through the most recent of memories, Greta had found her answer. The man knew nothing. Surprisingly, he was indeed innocent. Releasing him from her grip, she stood back, her back upright as she spoke. "It seems like you were innocent after all. So long as you leave the ship and its cargo in custody, you will be free to leave." Perhaps Kurt has gotten a reward for nothing after all.

Oh well, such is life. At least she got some fun out of it.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]