A Meeting (Ush + Fusion)

[Ryloss Narexsus]

Ryloss checked his fuel gauge again. Definitely not enough to make the long stretch. He opened the galactic map in front of him. The holographic interface showed the three closest places to stop off at. Without bothering to look at the name, he allowed the ship to run it's own hyper drive parameters.
It was only a brief trip and he was soon looking at a space station. He opened up the comms and directed the feed straight to the station.
"This is the 993-MC-18, requesting permission to reload and refuel."
He waited for a reply, setting for it to go straight to his ear piece as he got up and went to where he had the cargo stored.
The cargo in question was a small wooden crate, about a twenty centimeters in length and half as high and wide. He needed to make sure that whatever was in it wasn't explosive or would be picked up on scanners. Crouching, Ryloss opened it. What he saw confused him. Nestled in the back of the box was a metal cylinder. He rolled it out into his palm, testing the weight. He opened it and checked inside. Then everything was clear to him.
It was pure quality spice, the kind of which he almost never saw. Slowly, he closed it and placed it back in the box. He climbed out of the false floor and slid the panel back into place, before heading back to the bridge to listen to the answer, if any.

 

[Onrai]

Acknowledged, 993-MC-18. Please dock in the hangar bay.
The Sith Pureblood manning the communications array stepped down, a congregation of fellow Sith joining him as they headed to the hangar bay.
Traders and smugglers such as these were the only thing keeping them alive. Relics and such were traded for food and drink, and for the wealthier ones, credits. They watched as the ship descended onto the battered hangar floor, eagerly awaiting its occupant.

 

[Ryloss Narexsus]

Ryloss flew the ship into the hanger and landed smoothly. Wiping his forhead, the Zeltron headed down to the hangar. The thing took forever to open. He stood with his finger on the button, tapping his foot and waiting for the thing to open. He had to get this upgraded.
Eventually, it did what he wanted it to do. He walked down the ramp and started slightly when he saw the beings that had come out to greet him.
His first thought was that he had stumbled upon a Zeltron station. This was immediately shot down when he saw that they had tendrils dripping from their chins and going out from their eyes. On top of this, many of them were larger than average, for a Zeltron. Despite this, he quickly controlled himself and stepped frowards to meet the crowd.

 

[Onrai]

He has come. Go, get ready for him.

The leading Pureblood looked down on his daughter as she turned to get dressed.

Meanwhile, the leader himself walked down to the hangar. His imposing seven foot figure towered over Ryloss as he began to speak.

Welcome to our station. My daughter will join us shortly. Your ship will be refueled in a few hours, and I intend for you to take some things with you.

 

[Ush]

Ryloss bowed deeply to the huge man, since bowing was a sign of respect and/or submission. And when the guy was in possession of at least fifty inventive and painful ways to kill him, Ryloss wanted to be as respectful as possible. And if a bow and taking a few objects with him was payment for a free tank of gas, that was more than worth it.
"Of course, if I may ask, what are they and do they need to be anywhere?"
He decided not to broach the subject of other payment. He may be able to claim that the deal was sealed later if he was extorted.
(OOC: dam, wrong account)

 

[Onrai]

They is my daughter, Lamia. I wish for her to experience the galaxy we once called our Empire. She is yours, your traveling companion, but remember where she comes from. You will go where she says, do what she asks. Or else...

The Pureblood smiled as his daughter came into the room. She wore her traveling clothes, a concealing robe that veiled her entire body except for her feet, hands, and a slit of her face that was exposed, showing her glistening red eyes.

Well... Show me my accomodations, Zeltron.

 

[Ush]

Ryloss, as a Zeltron, was perplexed by those last few words. He immediately wished that whoever he was transporting, this Lamia, was at least moderately attractive. Then his reasoning kicked in.
"Sir, hang on, does your daughter have any..."
And then the woman herself walked into view. He couldn't see much, but her eyes... There was something compelling about them. Ryloss felt his back straighten.
"Of course milady. If you would accompany me..."
He turned and began to walk towards the ship.

 

[Onrai]

The Sith Pureblood smiled underneath her veil. She was impressed at how properly he treated her, a Sith royal, as they entered his vessel.

Your ship is quite impressive.

With that, she turned around, removing her veil and exposing her full face to the Zeltron. She doffed her robe as well, exposing the Sith battle armor she wore.

I am Lamia Quresh, of the Quresh family, Princess of the dynasty of Sith Lords. Who are you, transporter?

 

[Ush]

Ryloss smiled slightly. No matter the pilot, the ship is always a source of vanity. He'd learned that the fastest way to get a female pilot into bed was to compliment her ship.
"Thank you milady."
He started at her sudden movement, hand immediately going for his weapon. When he saw she was actually taking clothes off, he started slightly. He risked a moment to take in her looks. She was, at the end of the day, attractive by his standards.
"Ryloss Narexsus, milady."
He bowed deeply.
"Milady, for a matter of convenience, is there any skills you are particularity good at that may help m-us?"
He remembered that he couldn't exactly leave her behind. Before she could answer, however, he jumped to attention.
"Wait, Sith? Sith?"
Ryloss prided himself on how fast he could pull a blaster. Not fast enough, he reckoned. Instead, the Zeltron backed away slowly.

 

[Onrai]

Yes... I am a pureblooded Sith, one of the last of my kind. She decided to toy with him, stepping towards the Zeltron with a sick smile on her face. What's wrong? Are you afraid of me? I can sense your fear, your desire to manipulate me... Were you not so weak in the Force, you would make a good Darksider.

Her smile began to fade as she pulled out her lightsaber, an ancient weapon that had been refitted over the thousands of years. In her other hand was a small pyramidal object, one that gently glowed red with power.

Come closer to me, grotthu. She reckoned that he would have no understanding of Ancient Sith.

 

[Ush]

Fear had a meaning, oh yes. But not in this situation. Fear meant that you put thought into what was happening. That got men killed. Instinct was what Ryloss was acting on, and instinct was telling him to be terrified.
So he stopped listening to instinct. He started listening to the tiny amount of reason he had left. So he did. He reasoned.
"Do you have any idea what a Sith is? The rule of two and all that? Order 66? The lost tribe? Any of these ringing a bell?"
He was backing away, and his hand was slowly going for his blaster. He still wasn't sure how to react to being told he'd make a good Sith.
"Yeah, like I'm coming closer to a woman with a lightsaber and more than likely the know-how to use it."

 

[Onrai]

You speak of the Darths? The "Sith" who dare call themselves the name of my species when they are NOTHING alike? My species had nothing to do with any of those events. Perhaps it is you who has no idea what a Sith is... She stepped towards him, noticing his hand moving towards his blaster.

I wouldn't do that if I were you... The moment you so much as place a finger on that blaster, I will electrocute it and blow your hand off. Then, I will proceed to electrocute YOU as well. With that, she put up the lightsaber, it connecting to her belt as she continued to move closer to the Zeltron, lightning crackling in her palms.

She breathed in heavily, unknowingly taking in a whiff of his pheromones as she did so. I can sense your lust, Zeltron, and rest assured it has not gone unnoticed. Her finger unknowingly gave a twitch, the pheromones unknowingly activating her mating instincts.

(Ugh, I did it again)

 

[Ryloss Narexsus]

Right then. Maybe not the best time to touch that blaster. Or slug-thrower. Did it even have any electric parts? He didn't want to find out in this way. And then she went and said that she was horny, in not as many words. She must know how she sounded right now...
"Milady, to us there is little difference between lust and rage."
His hand fell limp against his side. The Zeltron thought for a moment, and then felt some pride had to be restored.
"And if you are to travel with me, know this: I will not let threats go unnoticed."

 

[Onrai]

Really? Because I'm quite furious at the moment. Purple sparks began to trickle between her fingers, the sign of certain feelings she currently was engaged in.

Oh no, you don't understand, do you? What I am saying are not threats... They are facts. With that said, she dashed forward, forcing him against the wall of she spacecraft as she looked at him from mere inches away, staring into his eyes with her own hypnotic crimson orbs.

I can tell... You desire me.

 

[Ryloss Narexsus]

Being held up against a wall bye a pretty woman was something most Zeltrons dreamed of. But not when that woman had the capacity and the audacity to kill you.
"I desire that you let go of me."
He was neither confirming nor denying her statement. He still hadn't decided that himself. He was also painfully aware that she could, in this position, grab his own gun and shoot him with it.
Now that would be embarrassing.

 

[Onrai]

I am the princess... What you desire holds no bearing on what I choose to do with you. She moved closer, a devilish look in her eye as she pinned him to the wall with her body.

Suddenly, she grabbed him by the throat, a single arm lifting the Zeltron up as she threw him across the room, causing him to land supine on the floor. She lept onto him, pinning his arms and legs as she gently ran her hand down his cheek with a slightly clawed finger.

You look so much like one of the Sith I once knew on the station...

 

[Ush]

[SIZE=10pt]Ryloss didn't answer her. Instead, he slammed his head into hers. Her finger scratched his cheek as he did so. The blow would be enough to knock her off him. When she was, he rolled back and jumped onto one of the crates behind him. Hiding the majority of his body behind the crate, he drew his pistol and pointed it against the crate. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]"Right, listen here, and listen good. This crate is filled with toxins that will kill a fully grown Wookie dead in seconds. Behind that crate, there is a box of explosives. Mixed, the two will send their contents flying. Out there, there is pretty much your entire race, correct? So if you don't do exactly [/SIZE]as I say, you will wipe out your fucking dynasty and kill yourself all in one blow."[SIZE=10pt][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]He wasn't lying either. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]"And don't think about moving them either. See the straps? One of these will blow if it moves. 'Caused me no end of trouble, trust me."[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt][/SIZE]

 

[Onrai]

The Sith Pureblood stood up, smiling. You're so cute... Trying to commit genocide of an entire species. A pity you weren't born as a Sith. Those thoughts are quite respected by my kind. But I know your type. You would never kill yourself... you have too much of a life ahead of you to live.

She twirled the lightsaber in her hand for a moment before eying the cowering Zeltron. My quarters?

 

[Ush]

Ryloss slowly realized he was being flirted with, in a very roundabout way. Usually he figured that out pretty damn instantly, but because of the roundabout way she did it he was having trouble. Well, he wasn't going to stand for that, now, was he? Not that he was particularly respondent to them, nor were his bruises. Of which there were many.
"Yeah, okay."
He headed towards the ladder, hobbling slightly. Up a floor he went, not bothering to check to see if she was behind him.

 

[Onrai]

She was ardently following him, almost stalking him like he was an animal. She gained a strange sense of dark satisfaction from knowing that he was paying attention to her. She wanted his attention... He was the one, in her mind, and her father's opinion would not matter in this situation.

Following behind the smuggler, she silently stepped a few paces back from him, watching as he entered the room that would be hers.

Theirs.