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Private A rather honest debrief

It still stuck with him, that unease, even as he was riding the Emeici Sith Imperial Shock Speeder Bikes Tara Willows Tara Willows had lent him towards Alina's estate, some ways outside of Dromund Kass. As he approached, he would look up at it; focusing on a certain patio with a smirk. He was riding the hell out of that thing too, only glancing back a few times to see if Tara was still with him. One might say it wasn't a race, but he wasn't the one that would say it. No matter who got their first, he would carefully shut down the speeder, swinging a leg over and observing Tara. How in the hell did he manage this now? He even said he didn't want to know, and of course Tara had dragged him off mission. In any case, no harm no foul right? All they had to do was pull a very little bit of wool over Alina's eyes, and all was well.

In the back of his mind however, he vaguely remembered seeing how hard Alina could hit something, and swallowed once. Nah, it was all good... Everything was fine. He smirked at Tara, noting she didn't seem like she had ever been here before.
"Beautiful place huh?" he asked as they approached, upnodding the guards who seemed to be expecting them. That was odd, last time he was waiting at the gate, while this time it almost seemed like... Almost seemed like they were being lead in. It made sense, Alina probably told them to expect the pair. As he moved through, he made sure Tara was kept in toe; finally moving to the great hall where he expected to see Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru sitting on her throne.

Instead, the room was empty. The few guards that opened the doors for them had made very direct movements, marching to each other, making a standing turn, and marching out. Rax watched that with interest, then deadpanned in Tara's direction. That feeling of unease settling back in. He ignored it, clearing his throat, and turning back to the throne at the back of the room. There were some doors there, and as such, he would just call out
"Hello!?" his voice reverberating in the room. As he wasn't answered, he would take a seat at one of the long tables, leaning back against one with his elbows on it.

"Didn't think we were that late..." he mumbled, breathing in and waiting. He just hoped she didn't ask too much questions.
 

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". And you were able to reclaim them?" Alina stood in the back of a different room. Close to the throne room, as Rax Tremira Rax Tremira was so keep to call it, but far more.. Teched out. A room of screens and machinery, where her guard compiled information for her to peruse. Or, for when something important was needed to be brought up to her attention.

The Knight watched one of the screens, scanning through the various lines of information. "Yes. We were able to retrieve them while preserving relations. Where would you like them brought?"

"The medical facility here on Dromund Kaas so they might be processed as originally planed."

"Your will be done."

Alina gave a single nod before exiting the room. From a doorway to the left of Rax and Tara Willows Tara Willows she would step out. Dressed in a simple black tank and some slacks. Barely anything that actually might make her seem like a Sith. "Good to see you're back and in one piece. I take it the mission went as planned? When can I expect the contents of the pirate's ship?" She calmly stepped past them and took a seat on the throne, folding one leg over the other as she stared down at the two acolytes.

"You did retrieve what they had stolen, correct?"
 
The wind blew past her face messing up her perfectly styled white hair. Tara Willows had rounded up a pair of goggles for the wind, but it wasn't near as effective as a helmet might have been. Another thing Tara decided she would need to get later. So many new presents for herself to buy. She was going to need a bigger allowance.

They were approaching -Tara and her brother apprentice Rax Tremira Rax Tremira - their master's estate on Dromund Kaas. This planet was already starting to feel like home to the Tund-native. As the speeder bikes came to a stop Tara departed her mount and furiously messed with her hair to try and get it back in place. She then tossed the goggles onto the bike's handlebars. Rax would say something about how this place was beautiful. Tara shrugged her shoulders. She didn't really care either way. She was rather jealous of the fact Alina had a mansion at all to begin with. Another thing on her to-get list. She was feeling rather greedy this morning.

The two were led through the manner and to a large gathering room where the service droids all departed and left them alone. Not a good sign. No sign of their master either. As Rax gave her a serious look she furrowed her eyebrows. She could sense unease in his mind. She hadn't felt bad at all about coming here. But now she was starting to get anxious. Why was Alina not here to greet them? For what purpose did it serve her leaving them alone?

"No," she replied to Rax. "Something's wrong. I sense a large amount of.....disappointment? Unease for sure."

It wasn't long after she said this that their master came to approach them. She was dressed in her usual attire, casual black. Tara couldn't complain or say much about it, she too was wearing the same outfit as the last time they'd spoken. Black vest, black pants, fuzzy red jacket over her shoulders to make her feel like royalty. Her Double Bladed Collapsible Lightsaber Hilt rested proudly on her hip. Tara messed with her hair yet again making sure everything was straight as Alina Tremiru Alina Tremiru walked to her throne. Such a wonderful throne. When would she get one?

Then everything fell apart. Immediately Alina would ask them if they'd gotten the stolen goods and brought them back. Tara's jaw dropped. She tried searching for words as she looked to Rax for ideas. "You didn't tell us anything about bringing anything back!" she would argue.

It was time to come clean. After finding and taking care of the pirate scum, Tara insisted on selling off the goods for profit. Her own profit. In no where of her briefing on this mission did Alina ask for them to be brought back. Alina was lucky Tara even had the idea to not blow up the ship first.

"We sold those! What else did you expect of us to do?"

 
He noted Tara seemed a little... Angsty, today. Though, he shrugged it off. He just wanted to get this over with. As he sat, he noted a gourd on the table, sniffing at it, and pouring out some water as they waited. Of course there was unease... It was then that Alina appeared, and he noted her outfit. While Tara may have considered it usual, he immediately closed his eyes, exhaling into the cup. He went to drink when Alina pretty much pinned the tail on the donkey. Coughing on the water lightly, and peering over the cup. It was fair to say he drank from that cup for about twenty-one seconds, though it should've taken a third of the time to finish it. And then Tara spoke, and he just slowly turned, lifting his feet, and sitting properly at the table.

If he didn't look, she couldn't hurt him. Of course he turned away from the conversation cause he also had no answer for that question other than what Tara had said, but hell if he was about to speak those words himself. As far as he knew he was just supposed to be killing them and leaving, to be fair it did make sense for them to sell the stuff, and it was at that point he considered something that might help. He ate a (unnamed) fruit from the table in front of him, and glanced back at Alina on her throne.
"Tara so considerately, brought you" he briefly looked at her then, then back to Alina "the credits from that shipment"

"Now, I must say.. You also told me nothing of bringing anything back. You simply told me pirates, and killing, and following Tara's lead... Which I did.."
he said, nodding to Tara afterwards. "I recall Tara even saying she wouldn't want you to go through the trouble of selling off such goods yourself, which is why we... Took it upon ourselves to go ahead and do it for you.." he tried, hoping the excuse would suffice. Though, with what he sensed was a generally unpleasant demeanor from Alina, he would elect to not mention the Latero.
 

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"Do you know what one of the most dangerous things a young Sith can do is?" Alina wasn't looking for an answer. She raised a hand, signaling for Rax Tremira Rax Tremira and Tara Willows Tara Willows to be silent. Her glowing gaze shifted between both of them, watching for a moment. Simply observing in silence as they crafted their stories or pieced together a truth that would spare them.

But that wasn't the lesson.

"It's to assume. The Empire's Sith can be cruel masters. Brutal, even. Some hope for a single misstep so they might wrought out punishment." Alina pushed herself up from her throne, standing before them both. Looking down upon them. "You did well to trick the pirates into boarding. You did well handling them. The shipment I wanted would have survived had you blown up the ship. Your task was to kill the pirates. As soon as that was done, all you had to do was report to me. A simple holocall and I would of told you to bring me the shipment." She descended the stairs, hands clasped behind her back. Stepping between them with the same, cold expression she had since their arrival.

"The lesson was to learn how to manage the political scheme that is the Sith. When to act on your own and when to stop and report to your betters. Had the likes of Vulcanus been your master, you would have been burned and left to suffer. Only allowed to survive by your own strength of the dark. A way to make a tool. You two are not to be tools." She lowered her arms, hands slowly curling into fists.

"For your success in handling the pirates, I will teach you how to strengthen your bodies into weapons. For your failure of learning this lesson, I will not hold back. Use the pain to channel it into your body." Rax had seen what she could do first hand, years ago. But, times change. As promised, she didn't hold back. In a blur of movement no human should be capable of she closed in on him. Her fist came around as she went into her full boxing stance, aiming a haymaker for the side of his head. He'd finally experience what the droid had.

And Tara would see first hand just what her master could do.
 
As soon as she started, he slowly deadpanned towards Tara; then stood from the table. He took two steps towards her, being equal parts away from the table, and Tara. Secretly, she hoped Alina hit Tara first. It wasn't even fair for him to necessarily be punished. He was absolutely content with getting home, She was the one that wanted to go be the best smuggler she could be. All the same, there was a mounting excitement in him. As insane as it was to say. One of them was about to get hit. The more she spoke, the more he sensed it, and he would gather the Force energies about himself, reinforcing his own body in preparation.

He only had a basic grasp of the ability, enough to take away the shock of whatever she did, but not enough to abate the damage. He did note Alina's comment that they weren't to be tools, and he appreciated it in silence. All the same, she had moved... And he went to sleep. Quite literally, careened from his standing position, and hitting the wall on the far end of the room with a smack of meat and bone. All of the air left his body, and as he sat in a perfect ' L ' shape against the wall, his head drooped as he lost consciousness. A few seconds would pass, and he would make a sharp intake of air.


"Gho, stup.. tickle hmm." his reaction was gibberish, mumbling something before there were a series of light snores heard from him. About eight seconds would pass, and he snapped too, moving with a start as if to block Alina's punch. Oh did she hit him? He went to move, and groaned out. "I.. I thin-.. my ribs.." he mumbled, trying to recall what the point of that was.

What was going on again? Rax was certainly concussed. Sucking at his own lip, and spitting out a disturbing amount of blood. He must have been hit cheek when he got hit, because it wasn't a light cut. It was a thick glob of blood, and... His eyes focused on it... She knocked out my fucking tooth! He groaned again, forcing himself to a knee, and getting up in a clearly dizzy fashion. Great use that ability did him... Then again, he wondered...

His eyes focused on Alina, she really would've killed him had he not done anything in preparation for her blow. He shuffled back in her direction, right hand pressed against the left side of his body. He felt like he was holding something in place, but hells if she got the impression he was afraid of her, or the beyond. Go ahead Alina, I can take another one; he thought. Looking at her with a clear gaze of dissent. He had not fallen to grief though, or shame of her almost knocking his head off of his shoulders.

In that moment however, he was definitely swimmy. There was three Alina's doing some sort of mystic dance in front of his eyes. And a few Tara's as well. Whatever, he just hoped she had no reason to further display her power.

He already knew she could do that! Why did she have to hit him!? He wondered, now that his mind slightly righted itself.

Oh yeah! He looked over to Tara, he didn't say anything, but his facial features basically screamed it as his sister ' Idiot... '.

Nothing more though, and he would shakily return his gaze to Alina, shaking like a leaf. Not because he was afraid, but.. Yeah, he was actually, really concussed. Not to mention had cracked at least three ribs at his point of impact. He was in pain, but he wouldn't challenge Alina's judgment, he just waited (reluctantly) for her next strike. If he survived that, he would get up and come back again... And if he couldn't stand, he'd crawl to her. And if he couldn't crawl, well... He'd just wait.
 
Tara had no idea how menacing her master could be. After asking them what a dangerous thing she could have done, she threatened them with stories of other Sith masters. Tara's head sank as she listened to it. They were going to get punished for sure. Now she felt bad. She felt stupid. And she'd dragged Rax into this mess too. Alina descended from her throne with the same cruel and cold expression making Tara feel weak and foolish.

Alina did not give her a chance to speak. She tried to say she was sorry but she merely kept taking. Tara couldn't get a word in. She then gave them her intent, saying she was not to hold back. Tara flinched. But it wasn't her that Alina came after. It was Rax. With such strength she bashed him in the head so hard his body flew back and hit a pillar. Tara took a step back in fear.

Out of fear of her own safety she would try to grovel. "Alina please. We made a mistake. There's no need to get violent. It won't happen again."

She didn't make any effort as to try and stop her, or take the blame for herself for that matter. She was more to blame than Rax; surely Alina had to know that. But Tara hoped beyond all hope that Alina would not do the same to her. Pain....was not a friend to her. She didn't handle it well.
 

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Alina flexed her fingers as she watched Rax Tremira Rax Tremira slowly make his way up. After being unconscious. Her intent wasn't to break him so badly. Or, perhaps, she just assumed he was stronger. It made it all that much more important for her training to actually work for them both. Her yellow eyes glanced to Tara Willows Tara Willows . She was.. Groveling?

"Sith do not grovel. There are so many that would crush you underfoot as you are now. This fear you're feeling, channel it inward. Make your body strong." Her gaze shifted back to Rax once he got back on his feet and started coming back over. "The lesson isn't for you to be beaten and broken. Use this to become strong."

Then she was on Tara, fist raised to strike. Admittedly, she did hold back the raw strength behind the blow. It would hurt, especially if Tara hadn't enhanced herself as she was ordered. But as Alina promised, she wasn't trying to break them.
 
Well now she was in trouble. Her pitiful actions trying to get Alina to stop only made things worse. She turned and was on Tara faster than she could ready herself. Luckily for her, fear was a powerful ally. Tara raised her hands to defend herself from getting socked. Only, Alina wasn't aiming for her head. The woman thrust her fist into Tara's stomach making the white haired girl keel over and spit up whatever was inside it from breakfast. Not a pretty sight. Thanks the gods that the bile did not land on Alina's shoes. Tara coughed and spat up spit as she tried to find her breath again. Her vision was blurry. Her head swelled.

"I'm sorry...Alina..."

Then she too passed out....
 
Rax watched Tara take the hit, grimacing a bit as the blow landed. He could've told Tara as much she was better off standing firm against the blow. Begging usually didn't work well when it came to Sith. Alina was right, he could've probably defended himself better, but he also DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS GONNA HIT HIM FIRST. She just spun around and clocked him. He still stood, eyes trailing from his downed counterpart to their Master. He was going to make a joke, but knew she could very easily kill him by mistake. At least he knew what those slacks and tank meant for a fact now. She was going to start hitting things.

He would step to Alina, upset that she hit him still as he had done things properly..

Ah hell, a joke can't hurt.


"That's a hell of a hook, my Master.." he said, holding his side still as he started chuckling. He knew very well he could get hit again, but he didn't really care. Even with his splintered bones, he thought it was hilarious.
 

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"Oh."

Alina blinked in disbelief as Tara Willows Tara Willows fell into a state of unconsciousness. They couldn't learn anything in that state. She let out a sigh as she actually caught the girl to lay her down and prevent any other injury. Her gaze traveled over to Rax Tremira Rax Tremira at his joke. It was kind of funny, given how broken he currently looked. But, this wasn't what she wanted.

"Take her to the medical wing and get yourselves patched up." Mercy? No, not exactly. It was her intention to teach, not brutalize or punish. A lesson for herself, in a way. They were weaker than she remembered herself being. Was it really that long ago? "Reflect on how easily you lost. Danger is everywhere in the Sith. You need to protect yourselves and each other better, or this will all be for naught."
 
Much like Rax, Tara was only unconscious for a small minute. She groaned a little in her sleep as Alina sat her down on the floor. She was lucky to have been caught otherwise she very likely would have landed on her head. Tara was lucky she'd found herself such a caring master and not someone as cruel as Alina had mentioned. Slowly opening her eyes the girl looked through her white hair that was messed up in front of her face. "Br...Brother?" She was looking for Rax. Instead, she found Alina. "Alina......what happened?"

She'd forgotten what had just transpired since it happened so fast. But as she tried to rack her memory and wake up, it slowly came back to her. More specifically, the pain in her stomach reminded her. Tara groaned and poked at the spot where Alina had punched. It would bruise for sure. She groaned and rolled over onto her back, stretching out her legs. Her saber hilt got caught under her awkwardly causing her to adjust her hip and arm around it.

"Alina. Mistress. Please. We made a mistake." She hoped that was the end of their punishment. She doubted she could handle anything else in this current state.

Rax Tremira Rax Tremira
 
As soon as Tara said the word ' Alina ', Rax gripped at her back harshly, as if to incline her to shut it. In fact, he would mumble the words "Shut.. It" groaning himself, and helping her up to her feet. If she resisted, he would pull her along. The Force was indeed a strong ally, even with his wounds, he didn't feel too terrible. Right now, he was intent on letting Alina have her space before Tara got them beat up more with her apologizing. They made a mistake, they took their licks, it was time to get outta' there until Alina needed them again. He spat again, another blood filled glob hitting the ground as he pulled the other with him towards the infirmary. Even making sure she was seen first before falling out on a table himself.

Life for a Sith shouldn't be so rough...

Unless Tara had anything to add, he wouldn't say anything to her; he'd just lay on his back, staring at the ceiling as he was tended too. Not like he was mad at Tara or anything, he was just ready for whatever was next. It didn't sit on his mind the whole ordeal. Alina said it herself, their mission was completed with flying colors. The punishment was undoubtedly Tara's fault, but he also had to share the blame. When she suggested Nar Shaddaa, he could've protested, but he wanted to grow a bond, and he went along.

That was it, as far as he was concerned. As he laid there, he would chuckle though, as if something had tickled him.
"You vomited..." he said, cracking up to the point it hurt, but ignoring it as tears found his eyes. Not tears of pain, but joy. He would never let Tara forget that...
 
It didn't feel good being shushed by Rax. She felt humiliated enough as it was. She didn't need him telling her what to do -or not to do. If she'd had the strength she would have hissed at him. But he'd help her to her feet and she unfortunately had to use him for support at the moment. She still felt rather dizzy. By the time they got to the infirmary it would have faded.

She was directed to a bed where she'd lie down and turned on her side giving Rax her shoulder. A medical robot came around to inspect them; Rax would be first as he was actually bleeding. As she lie there she thought about what had transpired. Her brain was telling her how stupid she'd been. A simple call, that's all it would have taken. She felt awful. Truly terrible. Tara felt like she wanted to cry. She wouldn't. But she wanted to. This mistake would follow her around for some time. Bad memories often did.

Behind her, Rax would joke about her puking. She raised one arm -not looking at him- and raised her middle finger.
 
As the droids began their work, he was stripped of his upper robes, revealing that he was hiding pounds of muscle. He was ripped, for his age. He turned so that he could see the other, still chuckling and intermittently groaning as his injuries were mended. Bacta and all... When she poked that finger up, he would only chuckle more, tone lightening when he realized... She hadn't spoken. Was she taking it that hard really?

He cleared his throat. Thinking about that. Well, worse had happened. Maybe she would have felt better had she known that he was a one time traitor. Then again, hells if he was having that conversation here. Actually, better to just omit that fact from his history altogether. The victims were long buried, or eaten... Certainly decomposed by now.


"Live and learn, my sister... Live and learn. It was fun wasn't it? Not you vomiting I mean, the stuff before that.. It was fun... Focus on that, and focus on the fact we accomplished our mission. If we really failed Alina, we wouldn't be in her medical facility getting looked after. Don't take it so personal, and for future reference... Nevermind"

He cut that short, not wanting to grill her, but he definitely didn't want her to go around thinking begging Sith was ever a good idea. Some of their people were sadists, even sexually inclined sadists that would get off on something like that. Though, he figured on some level she already knew that. She was trying to appeal to Alina in a way that one might if there were say a Jedi, but Tara had to remember their Master was a Sith Knight of the Empire. No matter what Alina said, there was always the possibility she could've... Well, become highly dissatisfied with them.

For now, he just groaned, closing his eyes as there was a whirring sound from behind him.


"Are you set to maximum pain or something?" he asked the droid. A menacing robotic voice responding in kind.

'My system is functioning normally, would you like an anesthetic?' it asked. to which he simply groaned as the whirring was heard again.

"Stop talking... Please Aaaagrh!" the bones being splinted was where it really got fun at.

'Confirmed..'
 
The Siren was silent for some time. She seemed to recline into herself as Rax tried to console her. He told her that she should learn from her mistake. And that she should think on the positive side of things. Not a very Sith thing to say by those terms. But that's not how he meant it. Probably. Even still, Tara didn't want to hear it. she crossed her arms over herself and curled her legs in. She really did look like she was going to cry.

The droid would then start looking him over and whirring a.....drill? Tara didn't want to look. It wasn't that gross, grimy, gore bothered her. It was just that......well she didn't really know. She also didn't want him to see her face. She was depressed. It wasn't something that went away easily. And it fueled her rage inside. This was part of her connection to the Force. Inside, she was hating Alina. That hatred gave her strength. She swore to herself that she'd never make such a pitiful mistake again. Not to make her proud, but to make sure she never got scolded. That was the root of her sadness right now. She didn't take criticism well. At all.
 
Whirring, pattering, suggestive whipped cream can sounds. His groaning. Oh yes, fun times. He got fractured bones, and she lost a meal, in addition to receiving hurt feelings. Now how the hell did this work out? He didn't necessarily hate Alina for it, instead he appreciated it. Appreciated what she had taught him. He needed to be stronger. That was his goal, he wanted to be strong enough to eat a shot like that from her, walked through it. Grin through it. It was coming. One day, he would make himself unkillable. He forgot about Tara for a moment, thinking about himself.

In his mind, she would get over it, she had no choice. Best believe if Alina caught her moping around like that it could easily get worse. He loved the girl, sure, but he couldn't let Tara drop his overall stock; as such he had to let her pull herself out of it somehow. He wasn't he best motivational speaker, and he knew it. He could still try at least.


"Just swallow your pride girl, it happens... Worse has happe OOOOOOOOOH " he went to move, and the medical droid responded by quickly readjusted a solid red scanner on him.

'Would you prefer I render you unconscious during the operation?'

He stared wildly at it, looking at the various components hanging from the contraption. He remembered why he hated droids. Soulless bastard... He groaned aloud, resting back down on the table.

'The lady has authorized me to use whatever means necessary to mend Acolytes, up to, and including controlled blunt force trauma, anesthetic induced coma, AND... High Voltage discharge to ensure cooperation, please... Do not move.'

WHIR WHIR... WHIR

"The hell does that all mea--- ooooooh hooo hooo..." he cooed, able at this point to do nothing but laugh at the excruciating process. So that's what he did, laugh.. Almost cackling at points.
 
Ok. Now Tara did need to look. She would turn her head and look at the medical contraption looming over him. Needles, razors, clamps. It was all very daunting. The droid would say it had the authority to do whatever it needed to in order to heal the Acolyte. Tara's eyes widened for a moment. Ok now she was feeling sick to her stomach. Again. She gulped and told herself she was feeling much better instead. She didn't want the droid cutting her stomach open looking for something to heal.

Tara turned over onto her other side and then sat herself up. She groaned and held her stomach. For a quick peak she lifted her vest and saw her stomach was already bruising. Wonderful. She probably had some internal bleeding. Well, she wasn't about to let this particular droid to the work on her. She'd get checked out at a general hospital. If she went at all. Tara scooted herself off of the table, intending to leave.

"Please return to your seat. I will get to you next."

"No thanks. You can scratch me off your list."

"I will be forced to use any necessary force to subdue you."

In a flash Tara's saber was activated and pointing at the droid. "I'd like to see you try...." With that, she backed up to the door before deactivating her saber and finally turning her back to the both of them. "See you later, Rax. Get well soon and all that."

// Exit Thread​
 
As he watched her leave, he noted maybe he had said too much... Or maybe it was Dr. Evil over here... He nodded at her, not letting her escape his final statement all the same "Get over it!" he yelled behind her, groaning again and resigning to the droids work. It hurt like hell, but he had to admit, the things knew a thing or two about the human anatomy. He wished he could follow her, and help out, but... Well, she needed a minute; everyone was entitled to that. As for him, he needed this droid to hurry up and do what it was doing. These wounds wouldn't stop his training. If anything it was a fire to continue.

When she wasn't there however his coos, and ooo's would slow to a stop, simply eating the pain in silence. If he was so smart to be berating her, he should've put his foot down and reprimanded her while he could've..
"I'm to blame too... Prideful bastard you..." he mumbled.
 

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