Private A Jedi, a Sith, and a Beach walk into a Casino

[Zlova Rue]

Location: Scarif Beach
Outfit: Black Bikini

Scarif. The darling world full of beaches and gambling that balanced this part of the galaxy because nearby you had Roon. Yes, Roon, ancient ancestral home to some clan with some history that some people cared about, but Zlova couldn't give two mangos for. She'd been there before, of course. With the Knights. People liked Roon though the Force knew why. This time she'd gone with the 'Mandalorian perspective' in mind. Still didn't like Roon. It was a planet. It wasn't on fire. That was nice.

The cool water of Scarif was infinitely nicer. Especially to a hairless Twi'lek that enjoyed wearing as little as absolutely possible without starting a riot.

Zlova waded through the shallow end of the water along one of the many beaches. Red lekku and skin had her stand out from every direction far as the eye could see. Her golden eyes kept an eye out for pesky 'locals' and tourists that thought to run in front of her or even try to grope her. People in the later camp would feel the weight of eternity landed squarely on their shoulders with a glance before they laid a finger on her. Those that still didn't get the hint? Broken arm if they were lucky. Howls of pain wouldn't perturb her any; one man's howl was nothing to the chorus in 'internment camps' she'd walked through.

This moment reminded Zlova of a time not long ago when a certain Cathar took her to a beach to profess his love. Still struck her as an insane proposition from Talohn, but at the same time... the damn cat had been loyal and trustworthy. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to... try... trusting someone again? Even though she agreed, the Twi'lek was still wrestling with some mental and emotional issues on her own. She didn't want Talohn feeling slighted because of Zlova's own past haunting her still.

Water certainly helped soothe the soul. Was it a genetic thing? Zlova hadn't grown up on Ryloth, but she had been subjected to any number of inhospitable climes in growing up and training. It was probably just one of the perks of being a Sith Lord... no one left to threaten, cajole, or beat you into submission. You could do whatever you wanted, whenever you want, to whomever you wanted. Which is how she ended up with the Mandalorians oddly enough. They got along surprisingly well too -- philosophically that is. Interpersonal relations were still quite thorny. All the more fun, really.

Tag: Yenna

 

[Yenna]

Yenna had been looking forward to this trip for a very long while. With her duties as a Jedi, her responsibilities towards her padawan, and her own personal tribulations on top of it all, she was in desperate need of a meditative retreat. A chance to relax, get her head clear, work out a more detailed plan for her lessons with El, and to just get some energy back.

What wasn't mentioned or certainly needed was the fact that she was on a beach planet with a snazzy hotel and casino just a stone's throw away.

At least even Scarif had some spiritual significance with its history, something she had dwelled on already for a bit as she sat on a towel on the beach. The crashing of the waves and the salt in the air was a very welcome addition to relax her mind... and the beach helped her to get more comfortable as well. Compared to her usual attire, she was utterly scandalous as she sat on the towel with a one-piece swimsuit and her hair let loose to flow with the breeze. No robes, no bandages to hide her appearance, just herself. It even had openings along her sides to look a bit more naughty, something she never thought she'd wear in public. She didn't mind it one bit, it felt relieving to not care at all over her appearance around the myriad of other beings that enjoyed their time on Scarif.

Her golden eyes were closed as she took a deep breath in. With crossed legs and her hands resting in her lap, she took in the presence of the Force along with some sunlight. Hopefully she could get a shade or two darker with this trip, her troglodyte attitude with the past few years didn't help her struggling confidence in her looks one bit.

Though her meditation quickly caught a disturbance nearby, coupled with the sound of water breaking as someone wandered through it along the beach. Her eyes opened with a few blinks and quickly caught sight of a very striking individual walking past. Yenna would have thought nothing of it, but there was no mistaking the presence coming from the Twi'lek. She was also pretty sure that her own presence would quickly catch the attention of the Sith.

Yet, Yenna did nothing but watch her with a soft smile. She was in no mood to fight, at least not as the instigator, and the feeling of peace was quite clear as well from the Sith. "A break, even Sith sometimes need, I see." She joked calmly once the girl was close enough to hear her.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova slowly turned her golden gaze toward the source of the voice nearby. Force User. Cute too, but then the Twi'lek always did have a thing for exotic types. She called the Lethan out as a Sith though, which meant see was not. Not moody, so probably not a Dark Jedi. Mouthy though, so they could certainly be a Jedi -- hopefully one of the more amusing ones that didn't have a space station up their ass.

Her lips peeled back to reveal her white teeth. "The difference is it is a break, unlike the Jedi sitting on their pillows imagining a world with them hailed as heroes." Zlova adjusted her course so she began to move in Yenna's direction. Not in any great hurry, of course. Where would Yenna go? This wasn't Coruscant where you move ten feet and ducked around a corner only to vanish. If you tried that on Scarif all a pursuer needed to do was look up to find the prey wriggling about with the coconuts.

"What is a pretty thing like you doing out here? Being ignored by oblivious fools, no doubt." Yenna was only two feet three inches tall, which some might mistake for a child -- but only if you were an utter ignoramus. Zlova knew well enough of this one's species that she was not a child. Though she did seem a touch young. Early adulthood? Padawan? Hm, no, too confident. Knight maybe.

Yenna

 

[Yenna]

Yenna expected nothing less than a snarky comment from the girl. She had to give Sith that, they sometimes had some really good jokes. Her smile grew with a gentle laugh as she regarded the woman approaching her. "A bit tiresome, that can sometimes get." She joked along as she reached over to pull a bottle of ice tea from the backpack she brought along. With the aid of the Force, she held it up to the woman's height for her to take if she wanted. "Refreshing, for a day like today, it is." She commented calmly.

What Yenna was not expecting -or prepared for- at all, was the sudden compliment from the Sith. The effect was immediate as she gave an embarrassed giggle with her face turning a few shades darker. "Something like that, a while it has been, since I heard." She admitted, looking away for a moment. She didn't know how to respond to that. Something she legitimately hadn't heard in several decades. Her golden gaze returned to the woman with her beaming smile still apparent. "From the hero fantasy, a break I needed." She joked as she stretched her legs out a bit and leaned back to look up at the, comparatively, towering woman. "Knight Yenna, of the Silver Jedi, my name is." She decided to go with her formal introduction. The woman obviously knew what she was, might as well clear up any confusion on the spot.

"Admit, I must. My day, you might have made." She admitted as she scooted back along her towel to offer the woman a seat if she wished. She understood the risk she was taking. She harboured no ill intent, but she didn't know the person she was dealing with. Though it seemed that this one wasn't in the mood for a fight either. She hoped that it stayed like that. This was a very interesting experience. "In all honesty, overwhelmed, I have been. A time away to breathe, I needed. And you? Out here, what brings you?" She asked her calmly, tucking a few strands of hair behind an ear.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova's eyes fell to the bottle that Yenna offered with the Force. Only a second passed before she snatched the bottle out of the air and started to open it. Could it be poisoned? Was Yenna an assassin? Jedi weren't above assassinating Sith even if those kind of Jedi were rare. Zlova was no fool to underestimate a desperate opponent. "Swimming is good exercise," the Lethan agreed.

If there was a doubt, it was set aside with the blush in the short, green woman. It was painful to hear the woman hadn't been complimented like that in a while. Sure, short, green women might not appeal to everyone, but it was a massive galaxy -- Yenna certainly appealed to plenty of sentients out there. They were dumber than the Sith had given them all credit for to not have said something to the Jedi sooner.

A slow drink of the tea accompanied Yenna's reflective moment to give her time to recover.

More surprising was the Jedi actually humoring Zlova's joke. Like, damn, this woman was actually decent company. Why was she a Jedi? Especially a Silver. Those prudes had screamed and shouted at the Empire for years. "Zlova Rue. Just Zlova Rue. You could say I'm with the Mandalorian Enclave." The Twi'lek smiled. Oh, Yenna wasn't fooled, Zlova was a Sith, but Force Concealment hid the full breadth of her power. At least being with the Enclave the Jedi would know Rue was no Maw cultist.

Then the woman offered a place for the Sith to join them... peacefully. Right. Well, Jedi loved doing stupid kark like that. So did the Sith when they wanted to bait you in close or toy with you. But Yenna seemed more genuine than most. Damn if the Twi'lek didn't run into a lot of straight-shooters these days. Well, maybe the galaxy figured it owed her one. So, with a smirk Zlova stepped forward and settled in the vacated area carefully not to kick sand everywhere.

"I'm studying the Mandalorians," Zlova dropped right in Yenna's lap. No bush beating, no vague tall tale. Unvarnished truth just like Zlova liked it. "So, figured I'd stop by Roon again to look at it from that angle. Can't say I had any spiritual revelations. So I came here instead; I love indulging in vice and with Scarif being so close... Here I am. And what do I find but a lovely, green woman looking to leave all the asiras behind. These days, I don't blame you. Make a girl pine for the good old days of Silvers and Empire." Before the Maw... Before the Bryn... Okay, Zlova wasn't getting nostalgic, but Yenna probably didn't want to talk 'Maw.'

"So, what are your plans to leave all that behind, exactly?" Zlova smiled across at her new 'friend.'

Yenna

 

[Yenna]

Yenna's eyes went wide for a moment when she introduced herself... and mentioned being part of the Enclave. She wasn't sure what the odds were that this would happen, meeting someone who was actually actively involved in it. She had her questions on how a Sith could be in a Mandalorian community, but it was quickly answered when the woman joined Yenna on the towel.

She listened intently to the woman's story on how she ended up on Scarif. A guilty chuckle escaped Yenna as she glanced off into a direction. "Some vices, I enjoy as well." She admitted. "A meditative retreat, this is. But... irresistible, Scarif is. Plus... with it's history... a fascinating place, Scarif is." Looking back to her, Yenna seemed to brighten up for a moment. "The Enclave, you said you're from?" She turned and pulled her backpack onto her lap with haste before she started to rummage through it. A few moments later she sighed and emptied it out on the towel in search of something. It had all the items one could expect. Sunscreen, lunchbox full of sandwiches, a straw hat, a half-drunken bottle of ice tea, a bottle of very fine bourbon... and lastly, her twin lightsabers.

She quickly snatched her datapad when it finally found its way out of the bag and turned to face the Twi'lek with an enormous smile, oblivious to her weapons laying right next to her or how the image could look for the Sith. "Several questions, I have. A scholar, I am. Civilisations, the Force, medicine, anything of interest, I study. A few question, do you mind if I ask?" She explained with enthusiasm. Though her smile faltered as she glanced down to her lightsabers. "Um..." She set her datapad aside and tossed them back into her bag in hopes of not startling her new acquaintance. "Ignore those." She smiled nervously as she picked her datapad back up.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

A Jedi confessing they enjoyed vices? Now Zlova knew this had to be some kind of perverted Sith imaginary world designed to keep her imprisoned. The Twi'lek grinned in response to Yenna being so blunt. The woman should have just screamed 'turn me!' Nothing more exciting than making a Jedi bad. Yes, even if Zlova wasn't part of an Empire or some Sith clique with the intention of destroying the Jedi to remove them from their path. It was fun making people acknowledge the darkness within and succumb to it. Best thing was when they finally admitted it and joined the Sith.

The Enclave certainly got the green gal's attention too. Zlova watched as Yenna rummaged about her pack for some undisclosed possession. It was mildly amusing with just how frustrated the Jedi got in the act. So much so the woman just dumped it all out in the open between the two of them. The bourbon caught Zlova's golden eyes first then the sabers. Two of them? My, my, Short but Feisty was just all kinds of delight.

Yenna launched into a scholarly self-introduction then followed by a reporter's 'just a few questions.' If Yenna had been any other Jedi Zlova would have told her off then and there. Like the Twi'lek came there to be interviewed. But her? Excitable, approachable, drunken, dual-saber wielding green gal? A few questions wouldn't kill Zlova. Gave her all the reason in the world to share the blanket.

That's how the red woman came to be in Yenna's face, as it were. When Yenna set her pad aside to quickly shove her weapons away, somehow embarrassed at revealing them, the Twi'lek and rocked forward on her knees and leaned forward so their bright eyes met. "Why?" Zlova's dark lips turned up at the corners. "You know us red women enjoy a good struggle. Wouldn't be the first time an academic discussion turned into an all out struggle to survive. Why do you think Sith burn the candle at both ends? Because we want to squeeze every ounce of life out of it before someone cuts it in half." A soft hummed rumbled with Zlova, but she'd settled back if Yenna looked uncomfortable with a Sith being so close.

"Well, we can always show off the length of our blades later. I'm not going anywhere." Her eyes slid down to the bottle still on the blanket. "Hopefully you aren't either."

Yenna

 

[Yenna]

Yenna tensed up in surprise when she looked back to Zlova, only to have the Twi'lek's face mere inches from hers. But as she spoke, the surprise gave way to a mischievous grin as Yenna listened to her, her golden gaze not breaking for even a moment. This interaction was a double-edged sword. On one hand, all the flattery was poking right on a buried and longing part in her heart. To feel that validation once more. It was a feeling she hadn't felt in nearly a century... and worked hard to bury to never feel the pain that came from that ever again. The pain of watching all your loved ones grow old and wither while you barely seemed to age. Yet, Yenna couldn't find the courage to tell the Sith off. The warm and fuzzy feeling in her chest, and her burning cheeks, was something she longed for.

And that gave way to the other edge. She knew that Zlova could feel the doubt, grief and longing coming from her. And her attempts at playing on those feelings were likely an attempt to have Yenna dip into the darker aspects of her being. But Yenna was never one to hide her emotions or to try and push them down. She did it once and it had disastrous effects that took her a while to work through. No, she knew the dangers of suppression. And what better moment to work on these feelings of longing, loneliness and doubt in herself than now? It would certainly not happen overnight, but this Sith might just inadvertently help her to work on this.

Her gaze followed Zlova's to the bottle for a moment before she looked back, leaning just a bit closer towards the Sith with a daring smile. "On keeping me here, a fine job you are doing." She teased before she sat back and took hold of the bottle. She glanced up at the sun then back to Zlova. "Under the shade, let's move. Drunk under the sun, too many times I was caught." She quickly tossed everything back into her backpack and handed Zlova the towel to move before she dropped back onto it. The bottle was opened and Yenna took a long swig of it before she held it to Zlova. "So, join the Enclave, how did you?" She asked casually. No amount of temptation and teasing from Zlova would get Yenna to forget that detail. If she could get access to their capital like this for research, she would be over the moon.

Zlova Rue

 

[Ebony Ambrosia]

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[Zlova Rue]

Zlova's smile didn't waver nor did she retreat with how Yenna seemed more than accepting of one another's proximity. This green gal was like the Lethan's Jedi mirror image. Well, not quite, but a far damn closer than anyone else in all the enjoyable ways. A true reflection would be the type with a stick up their ass because Zlova did not care for 'the party line' unless saying something was necessary to stay alive. Like when she went to the Sith Gathering recently, saw everyone coming together, learned about their plans for galactic annihilation and excused herself to find a drink.

When Yenna wanted to move, Zlova had no complaints. Not that this sun would be much bother to the Lethan, but no need to flex; or to roast a pretty green woman before she had a chance to lure others into her web of truth and love -- or whatever Jedi extoled these days. At Yenna's direction Zlova picked up the blanket, followed the short woman, and laid out their seating arrangement in the chosen shade.

See, it was better in the darkness even literally.

With a snort, Zlova reached out to grasp the bottle and take a chug for herself. The bottle popped from her lips before it was thrust back out for Yenna to take. The Twi'lek's tongue slid over their lips to capture every drop as she got comfortable across from Yenna.

"I met this Cathar Mandalorian in a club. He wore the damnedest thing, we got to talking, then later we started hooking up for sex and murder." Zlova shrugged like it was the most natural thing in the galaxy. "Murdering pirates, slavers, and those sorts." Okay, little clarification for her Jedi friend -- which had totally been deliberate. "Then he got this wild hare about having be be part of the fold. Being I'm no longer with the Empire, I thought the opportunity to learn more about warrior, life, and death from a new perspective was just what I needed. Ignoring all the spirituality behind it, I actually enjoy it. Even when some of them stare at me wishing I would spontaneously combust." Zlova rocked back in laughter. "Especially then."

"Now then," Zlova leaned forward with an unnecessary sway to her hips, "why did you join the Jedi? And don't give me the parents gave you to the Order story. You stayed with them for a reason."

Yenna

 

[Yenna]

She took another sip the moment she got the bottle back. She was about to take another when Zlova explained her story very bluntly, almost causing Yenna to choke on the sip. With wide eyes she continued to listen to how she joined the Enclave and, quite frankly, it really didn't sound too bad. Apart from the murdering part, Yenna couldn't deny that it was a nice thing they had. But that way of life was to be expected, Mandalorians had a reputation for a reason. "Very fortunate, the two of you are. Things go well for you, I really hope." She spoke up gently with a smile, taking another sip and handing the bottle to her.

Then the question was turned on her. With a snicker she glanced up at the Sith. "Into Silver Rest, I broke." She answered casually. "From Coruscant, I am. Nothing but a petty thief, I was. For the score of my life, I saw the opportunity, and decided to sneak in there. A Jedi master found me, and... a place in the order, he offered me. At a new life, a chance, really. And to be honest... much better off, I have been. To get over my losses, and to find a purpose, the Order has helped me." She explained calmly. She was silent for a few moments as she fished out her lunchbox and took a bite out of a sandwich.

Placing the lunchbox between them to share with Zlova, she looked up to the girl again. "Together, how long have you two been? With Mandalorians, how does relationships work, exactly? Married, are you two?" The enthusiasm was brewing again. She wasn't taking notes, but she would be remembering every detail she could. Though she realized only afterwards that the question could be returned to her.

She really hoped that Zlova didn't go there...

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova settled back with the bottle raised to her lips as Yenna responded. Unexpectedly, the green thing had a proper story. No 'the Order found me and stole me' bull. Ballsy too. Kind of thing that could have happened in the Empire -- that or being executed on the spot. Wasn't just anyone that would break into a Jedi or Sith encampment in order to steal from them. Even if it was the Jedi, sounded like Yenna had been better off.

Of course, Zlova could do without the whole 'they offered' and an implied 'they gave' aspects. Far too altruistic. A Sith would have 'offered' in the sense you could choose to die instead, and they 'gave' that it wasn't optional. Weren't very many opportunities to think or act for yourself unless you did it behind your Master's back or killed them to take your rightful place as a Dark Lord. Zlova expected the same was true with Jedi only they refused to kill their Masters, and they willingly let a Knight do whatever they wanted and trusted them to do what was right.

"Year or two. Cat wants to take it seriously now." Zlova handed Yenna the bottle. Some of the shameless flirtatious bravado had cooled as she replied about the status of their relationship. "Doubt that's a Mandalorian thing and more of a Cathar one. Monogamy." The Twi'lek shrugged. "It's a nice... thought, but can't say it's easy for me to trust people. Everyone likes calling the Sith out for being untrustworthy, but that's just another excuse to call us monsters. Not that we care. But some of us might enjoy sharing that dream. Some even manage it. I just don't know... how. He's a great Cat. Doesn't even care who I was, what I did, or even that I don't feel the same desire to uplift people like he does."

"So, to answer your question, it's complicated; and it's also based on whatever culture a Mandalorian grew up in before they put on their first bucket." Zlova smirked again.

The Twi'lek's golden eyes watched Yenna for a moment. "You're not worried I won't kiss you, are you? Because, as a Sith, nothing would make me happier than someone discretely capturing the moment a Sith and Jedi kissed." Zlova didn't surge forward, she just sat there and smiled after she dropped the question.

"Now, about the Enclave," hard pivot back to 'business,' "I wouldn't mind showing a woman like you around Hefi." What about Kestri? Zlova wasn't going to actively sabotage the Mandalorians by spilling the secret to whoever would listen. She knew the score and how this kind of mind game worked. Enjoyed it even. It was so Sith of them -- and yes she'd say that about anything she liked. Everything good was Sith, everything bad was Jedi. Just the way the world worked and why Zlova should save Yenna.

Yenna

 

[Yenna]

It seemed that Yenna dropped the right question to get the Sith more serious. With another sip she sat back and listened intently to Zlova's concerns about getting more serious with her significant other. What intrigued her was that her boyfriend was a Cathar as well. Not many of those running around, last that she saw. No wonder she took such a liking in Yenna, she seemed like the adventurous type. Of course Yenna had her own opinions on what Zlova said, but she knew that it would likely shift into an argument over alignment and their differing opinions, so she kept her mouth shut and took another sip. "A nice dream, it is. Someone who loves you, to live with. For you, I hope it works out nicely." She admitted gently as she smiled up at her. It didn't matter who someone was, she would never wish ill over them.

Her next comment proved too vital to simply remember. Yenna handed her the bottle and picked up her datapad to scribble down the commentary Zlova had made thus far. However her attention snapped back to Zlova at her very heavy qustion. Yenna's cheeks darkened and her heart started to pound faster as she stared at her. "...Um... n-no-yes." She stumbled over her words, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. With a deep breath she recomposed herself and looked back to her. "Not Jedi or Sith, I'd say we are now. Simply relaxing, we are. But... not right, it would be." She spoke up with concern. "Someone, you already have. As much as I would enjoy that... not right, it would be, to do that behind your boyfriend's back." She defended. She wouldn't deny the temptation. Zlova was doing a marvellous job of bringing up old dreams and wishes that Yenna had buried long ago. But to do something like that, knowing that Zlova was with someone, simply didn't feel right.

Thankfully Zlova moved onto a very tempting offer. Yenna's worries halted for a bit as she stared wide-eyes at the Twi'lek. "R-really? Um... enjoy that, I would very much. To learn about your people, a great honour it would be." She admitted with a starstruck gaze. "In return, of course, my services, your people will have if they wish." She offered as well.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlove shrugged and waved a hand off to one side. "I know a few of them would love to meet a Jedi. Anyone that kills Sith is ace in their book." The Twi'lek snorted. "Except other Sith." Then she chuckled to herself. "Fortunately, I have my ways. A little ritualistic combat to prove my worth. I won't win most of them over, but some. Enough to learn about what a Mandalorian is to suit my purpose."

"Actually," Zlova regarded the green woman as she took a short drink from the bottle before she handed it back. "I do know a Mandalorian mystic -- Shaman? -- you might like. Doesn't ascribe to being Light or Dark, and while you could call her a Witch she isn't like a Nightsister. No rotting corpses, blood smears, or demands for your first born. She's a talker. Like a...shepherd, actually." Even she seemed to find that a bit revelatory now that Zlova tried to describe the woman aloud.

"Come on, then," Zlova leaned back on her hands and stared at Yenna. "That everything you want to ask me? And you don't have to dance around it. I am Sith. I'll even tell you about them. Much as I know any more..." A soft sigh escaped her lips as the Twi'lek turned to look off to her right. "Somedays I don't know who they are any more."

Yenna

 

[Yenna]

It seemed that even Zlova wasn't too concerned of the prospect, which confirmed to Yenna that she simply wanted to press a few buttons. A relief for Yenna who didn't want to get between the relationship in an unintended way... though there was the odd hint of disappointment. She needed to get her priorities in check. "My fair share, I have fought." She admitted with a nervous chuckle. "Though, kill, I do not. At least... as much as I can, I try to avoid it." She continued, accepting the bottle Zlova held out.

Yenna took a sip as Zlova suggested introducing her to a type of Shaman. With wide eyes she proceeded to take a few more gulps of the bottle before she passed it back to Zlova. "Very much, I'd like to meet her. A Mandalorian shaman... quite odd, that is. Heard of such a thing, I have never." She commented, quickly saving the information on her datapad again in case she forgot. She had a feeling she was going to with Zlova's next question. Zlova offered another interesting prospect, to ask first-hand about the Sith instead of studying records of them. But the depleting bottle of bourbon was giving her a different idea. "About the Sith, learn more directly, I wouldn't mind. But..." A mischievous smile formed as she studied Zlova for a bit.

"About gambling, how much do you know?" She asked her as she nodded to the casino and hotel not too far from them. "Wait, work can. A break, this is supposed to be, for the two of us. Go explore the planet, I would rather at the moment." She commented as she leaned back as well with her smug look not faltering for even a moment.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

A throaty grunt followed Yenna's statement. "Yeah, I know, you Jedi are thick like that. Always hoping to change our minds about conflict bringing out someone's potential and strengthening the galaxy. Not that I blame you; there are some damn stupid Sith driven entirely by rage. Sith in name only." Zlova was insanely cavalier about other Sith being killed. It was the lifestyle. Kill or be killed. You either adapted, or inevitably perished at the hands of a stronger or more cunning foe. There was supposed to be a structure to it, of course, so the galaxy got stronger but so many people had hard-ons about their personal strength the galaxy was often neglected -- if not mangled.

"Yeah, she's an odd bird. Has a Witch vibe to her, but no undead walking around. No daggers hidden behind their back waiting to sacrifice your soul or something. Conversational -- like you," Zlova replied when Yenna confessed to having never heard of a Shaman before. Neither had the Twi'lek until meeting one. Guess everyone had a religion of some kind; some explanation of the Beyond and what the Nether even was. Mandalorians just weren't big on the whole proselytizing most others were.

A fine, tattooed brow rose as the green woman trailed off when it came to asking about the Sith. Zlova smirked in response to the look that crept over Yenna's face. Since when did Jedi look like they were about to have fun?

Gambling? Zlova blinked as she regarded the short bundle of weird. "I know enough to have fun and not worry about making piles of credits," the Twi'lek replied followed by a bark of laughter. "If you're proposing we go to a casino and throw credits around, I'm the last woman on this planet that'll refuse. Think of all the booze we'll drink too!" Gambling was best done with good company, and a Jedi was some damn strange companionship for what most of her Order must have considered of poor taste. How could Zlova refuse? "Just how good at gambling are you?" she then asked. Might as well find out if this was entertainment only or if Yenna planned on flexing on a cute Lethan.

Yenna

 

[Yenna]

Yenna's smile broadened as the girl admitted to not being the best at gambling. She certainly didn't seem opposed to the idea of winning a few credits, even went as far as to mention the drinks they'd be able to get in the casino. She chuckled at the question of her skill, checking her nails with an overly dramatic flair before her golden gaze returned to Zlova. "For that kiss, how good do I have to be?" She teased with a wink before throwing all of her belongings into her backpack. "In a while, a good game I haven't had. Plus..." Using the force, she casually lifted Zlova's lekku up and tapped her forehead with one. "An advantage, we have." She quipped as she got up from the towel.

She folded up the towel and tossed it into her bag before she slung it over her shoulders. "Get going, let us." Without wasting a second, she started to march to the casino. After a couple dozen meters she hopped onto Zlova's shoulders out of pure laziness. "Almost nothing, I weigh, don't worry."

Once they reached the tables, Yenna quickly turned Zlova into her "lucky bystander" before using the force to subtly manipulate the dice. As the credits came in, they quickly disappeared into drinks and other treats. And so the cycle continued with Yenna winning stacks of credits for the two of them until things finally became a blur...

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Yenna stirred awake with a groan. It took several long seconds for her to realize where she was. From the look of things, she was in her apartment... in bed... halfway out of her swimsuit... with the very stunning Twi'lek next to her. Her head was pounding and her entire body felt like it was about to fall apart. She hadn't drunk so much in a while. But what concerned her most was the immediate scenario she found herself in.

Very quietly she adjusted her outfit, fished out her sleeping shirt and vacated to the refresher. Before she could think about figuring out what happened, she needed painkillers, something solid in her stomach, and a proper shower. Luckily the refresher wasn't in tatters or painted with bile, so that was a win in her book. Steam soon filled the room as she turned on the shower and let the hot water iron out the aches and spilt alcohol. After a very long shower, she emerged from the refresher dressed in an oversized t-shirt. She decided against bothering Zlova and instead made her way to the kitchen to cook some proper breakfast for the two of them.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova smirked and gave a throaty laugh at the brazenness of the short woman before her. How good did she need to be for a kiss? Not that Yenna paused for an answer while her things plopped back in the pack. What really caused the Twi'lek golden eyes to widen was when Yenna lifted a lekku with the Force. It wasn't the same as someone physically touching it, but it certainly hadn't been expected. Seemed like the two of them would get along despite some philosophical disagreements -- and body count.

The Lethan got to her feet when Yenna needed to stow the towel they'd been sitting on. "We're both cunning women, but we have an even greater advantage," Zlova announced, "the credits don't matter long as we have fun." Drink, dance, song, gambling... It was a passionate affair between Jedi and Sith at a casino. Good thing for the green thing her Sith companion was one that walked closer to Balance than Savagery; but she still favored good old fashioned passion.

Shortly after they set off for that casino, Yenna suddenly hopped atop Zlova's shoulders. The Twi'lek's tattooed brow drew down over her nose as her eyes shifted to look at the lazy woman. "I hope you practiced holding your liquor." Yenna wasn't going to make Master being lazy! Well, no matter, Zlova didn't care -- this wasn't a struggle for life or death, nor some kind of training session. Yenna could live her life however she chose. Unless that meant thinking the Lethan was her personal taxi later.

Of course, the red woman sauntered straight into the casino without giving anyone the slightest attention. Who cared if they stared at a red and green woman arriving? They didn't know these people; and even if they did, they'd get over it one way or the other. Thus began their sinful abandon of dice and drink with Zlova humoring the vice-filled Jedi in their antics. Not to mention keeping the riff-raff from messing with good company. They didn't make mountains of credits to earn the wrath of staff; though they weren't exactly bleeding creds either. Win some, lose some.


Speaking of winning and losing, some time later Zlova's eyes cracked open. A soft snort followed suit as Yenna's apartment came in focus. Slowly the Twi'lek reached up to adjust a lekku and shifted atop the bed. Looked like it was empty too. That was unusual being the one to wake last. Slowly Zlova sat up and looked around the room. Some clamour came from outside of the room. Sounded like someone was cooking. Also smelled like someone had taken a shower too.

As she swung her legs out of bed, Zlova leaned down to retrieve the bikini top discarded on the floor. Her golden eyes stared at it for a moment before she got to her feet to plod over toward the shower. Yenna wasn't the only one that got to clean up. Shameless didn't mean lacking in pride, after all. Though hers wouldn't be as long as the short one's indulgence.

A few minutes later, still drying a lekku in a towel, Zlova drifted out of Yenna's room to see what was going on. Maybe verify who she was with. The galaxy was free to judge Zlova, but the Twi'lek was quite the party girl even in the Confederacy away from Nar Shadda. You didn't always go home with the person you started the evening with. Though there was a certain upside-down wholesomeness in the air that'd said sinful Jedi. "Separate showers? I thought we were doing everything together," Zlova remarked with an easy smirk.

Yenna

 

[Yenna]

Yenna nearly jumped out of her skin when she actually heard Zlova's voice. She knew the girl was awake, the shower made it pretty obvious. But hearing her voice again as she focused on their breakfast was not something she was prepared for... neither was the quip or her refreshed appearance.

Immediately Yenna fell over her words and nearly dropped the pan of bacon as she looked at the girl, clearly caught off guard by her distracting appearance. ”Um, I... uh...” she stammered. ”Bother you, I didn’t want to.” She managed to get out clearly. A few awkward seconds later and she gave a broad smile as she pointed to the scrambled eggs and bacon. ”Breakfast, I made for us!” She declared as she adjusted her oversized t-shirt and used the force to quickly set some plates, cutlery, glasses, and a jug filled with a fresh fruit smoothie on the kitchen island.

She let Zlova dish up first before she got some for herself and sat down on the counter next to her. ”So, uh... what happened, do you remember?” She snickered. ”A bunch of creds, I know we made... but after our fifth game, remember much, I do not.” She took a few bites of the eggs as she sat cross-legged with the plate in her lap.

Zlova Rue

 

[Zlova Rue]

A soft hum followed the short one's words. "How romantic." Zlova smiled as she let the towel hang around her neck and over her shoulders. So it wasn't just the booze and a defiant tongue after all. Yenna didn't have any problem with a tall, bright red and black, Sith-raised Darth Lord in her life. She'd have to half-jokingly proposed to the Cat later the three of them should hook up, or that he had competition. Which one she chose would depend on Talohn's mood -- or her mood, or how drunk she was.

Zlova hadn't bothered to put on the bikini bottom she'd peeled off earlier. The bikini needed time to dry after she'd given it a rub down in the shower along with herself. As for wandering about naked in Yenna's apartment... didn't bother her at all. In fact, it was a relief not to have to abide by everyone else's Old Tyme morality about clothing.

At her green companion's gesture, the Twi'lek stepped over to serve up the eggs and bacon onto a plate. Yenna hadn't given Zlova any indication she was a secret Jedi assassin -- and they existed no matter what the Dear and Fluffy Lords of the Council said -- so there wasn't any hesitation about whether the food was poisoned or not.

As they settled in together, the Lethan looked over at Yenna as she asked what may have happened last night. Now that required faith... that Zlova wouldn't spin the most outrageous and scandalous tale possible. Though there hadn't been any need to spin one, so much as recount it. "You kept winning so we kept drinking. Then someone with a mouth entered the scene, and I blew his ass right back out of it. Security got involved, so I told them... if they laid a hand on my green tart I'd snap every supporting pillar in the room. So, they let you cash out and we stumbled outside to catch a ride."

Zlova paused to chew for a few seconds. She continued as soon as she'd swallowed, "On the way back, two pirate ships closed in on our flanks demanding we surrender. So, we had a merry chase, maybe blew a few things up, and generally had a blast." Zlova tapped her lips for a moment. "Don't remember the state of the vehicle afterward though." The red woman shrugged.

"Anyway, we got back here, I threw you into bed. We fondled, then snuggled, and probably collapsed in your bed." A smirk tugged at Zlova's lips as she cast a golden glance over at Yenna. "I'm sure we kissed. We could always repeat that experiment, if you don't recall how much you liked it." Of course Zlova didn't remember how much Yenna had liked it either; and part of the end sequence in the bed was creative licensing. Given they hadn't been completely unclothed it seemed they hadn't gotten too frisky.

Yenna