Apocalyptic Love

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

‘Quite so, Apprentice Kyrgen.’ the Sith answered in a low rumble, somehow most of his clothing had disappeared - probably the consequence of trying to play around in a cramped taxi on the back seat, he only had his own Sith robes on him; currently wrapped around his middle. Already he was pondering the reactions of the patrons of the chique boutique they were heading to, it was going to be amusing to say the least.

‘At least, part one of the lesson.’ A chuckle. ‘We will continue with part two on another opportune moment, seeing as we have almost arrived.’

To be honest, Carach was not the best at pillow talk. But pillow talk on the back seat of a cab with an anxious Bothan driving? That must be the most hilarious thing he had ever done in his tenure as the Voice of the Dark Lord. Contrary to popular belief his life wasn’t filled with sex, drugs and rock&roll, that was only what Ardik wished to believe, because mostly it was a lot of blood, magics and cities sunk.

Sith’s lyfe, ya wouldn’t believe the things they do on a saturday morning.

The Sith Lord let his head rest on Jem’s shoulder and the rumble continued.

‘How do my lessons measure up towards Ardik’s?’

 

[Zola]

Darth Carach spoke in that thunderous voice that she could feel right down to her toes. It made her knees weak. Hell, it made her everything weak. Jemmila absently noticed that he had his Sith robe tied around his waist kind of like a toga. They were going to make an interesting sight walking down the streets of the upper sector.

Carach asked her how his lessons measured up to Darth Adekos and it put even more color in her cheeks.

“My Lord,” she said, as she ran her lips the side of his neck. “I’m not sure that’s a fair comparison as Darth Adekos seems to have a different curriculum in mind for me. However, your lesson certainly sparked my curiosity about more of your teachings.”

"What do you have in mind for our next course of study?" she asked, her lovely brow arched.

The Bothan driver rolled his eyes as he began making a Holocall in Bothese, chattering away to a friend or his wife, and it kind of killed the mood, but no matter. Jemmila was free, and being held in the arms of a beautiful man, and best of all, the night was still very young.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

‘Mmmhmmm.’ the Sith agreed wholeheartedly, with what he was agreeing wasn’t all that clear, it could have been a number of things that applied to this particular situation and yet it was agreement all the same. He lazily shifted his weight just a tad bit, leaning with his side to the… side of the taxi, and allowing Jem a slightly more comfortable sitting position. ‘Yes, I suppose Adekos has more dry literature for you to read, oh well.’

There was a shrug, mixed with a devilish grin when she asked him what his future plans for her education were. There was so much to explore and- the taxi screeched to a halt at the designated place and interrupted Carach’s trail of thought, which was probably for the best, rules had to be kept in mind.

A credit chip was thrown at the dashboard of the taxi, that one chip was enough money to buy the entire taxi, which would probably ease the mind of the Bothan. The Sith Lord did not like to leave his servants unhappy.

Scoping up Jem, he managed to exit the taxi with her in his arms still.

‘Well, you wanted to get some new clothing?’

A soft breeze brushed past his chest, it was good winter had already come and gone.

 

[Zola]

The size of Darth Carach’s enormous arms as they positioned her this way and that, made Jemmila feel a bit like she had tamed a wild bear. A bear of very special talents. She stifled a laugh as Carach mentioned Adekos and his dry texts. It wasn't a mockery of Adekos that tickled her, it was the culture of the Sith Lords themselves. It seemed that the stories she’d heard about Sith Lords were true. All of the jealousies, and bitter rivalries that plagued their ranks were no embellishment. This exposure to their machinations was all as much a part of her education as the holotexts and exercises Adekos gave her. She had no doubt about that.

“A sharp mind is the perfect accompaniment to a sharp body,” She said. “I would have to agree with my Master there.”

Speaking of bodies, Jem smiled down at the robe-skirt thing he was wearing around his waist. It almost seemed like Carach had forgotten how to wear his robe entirely. Not that she would complain as it left his chest bare, his muscles exposed to the night air.

“I would like some new clothing, yes.” she agreed. “Anything is better than the rags Adekos had me in.”

This part of the sector was peppered with clothing shops that sold finest garments credits could buy. Jem pointed at the most expensive looking store and purred in his ear.

“How about that one?”

Gone were the humility and austerity Adekos had hoped to impress upon her. Perhaps it was her Hapan blood, but Jemmila had always been a slave to the finer things in life, and she was grateful to feel like herself again.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

Funny enough all the feuds and bitter rivalries were absent from Adekos and Carach’s friendship. Oh, there was the occasional friendly assassination attempt, perhaps trying to steal away an apprentice or… well… suppose screwing an apprentice counted too, but in the grand scheme of things those things were not done out of spite. No, it was all in good mind and spirit, done as old acquaintances to make life just a little bit more interesting. It would have been so dull otherwise, no?

Really, they were Sith Lords, what else would one expect from good friends? Weekly tea meetings, perhaps the loan of a lawn mower or two? Please. That is so Jedi and nobody like them anyway, with that thought fulfilling its course Carach gave a nod and finally settled the little apprentice down on her two feet, steadying her if that was necessary.

‘If that is the one you would like to visit, let’s go.’

And so the Sith Lord set out towards the boutique Jem had pointed out, he had been here before of course. They had marvelous fabrics… even a Sith needed to watch for the latest trends every once in a while.

 

[Zola]

The clothing store didn’t disappoint. Racks of high-priced gowns and cloaks made out of shimmersilk and Tomuon wool forested the shop, which was overseen by a sour-faced Twil’lek shopkeeper. The pair looked suspicious to the shopkeeper. It wasn’t often that she saw customers who entered the store in the fashion of Darth Carach and Apprentice Kyrgen, a huge, bare-chested Sith lord wearing only a robe wrapped around his waist, carrying a young attractive acolyte who seemed to have lost her shoes. She seemed to remember the man visiting before, and from what she could recall, he spent alot of credits, so she forced her scowl into a smile as she waited on them.

Jem hopped down out of Darth Carach’s arms and immediately raided the racks, picking out dresses, body gloves, and microgarments. With an armful of clothing, the Hapan Acolyte turned to the Carach and smiled.

“Since I don’t know where we’re going, I suppose I’ll have to get them all, eh?” she said with a wink.

Then she turned on one bare foot, and pressed the terminal on the wall that opened the door to the dressing rooms. Before the door closed behind her with a hiss, Jemmila turned to Darth Carach with a mock-innocent smile.

“Want to give me a second opinion?”

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

Little did Jem know that the reason the twi’lek was looking slightly sour-faced was because Carach hadn’t called her back, the last time he had visited this shop. Not that he had promised it or even implied such a course of action, but some people needed to keep hope during such endeavors. Which was entirely fine by Carach’s standards, the Sith leaned against the counter while Jem was having her fun with the entirety of the shop’s catalog and then blinked when she asked for a second opinion.

Understanding was blooming why Adekos had decided to keep her under lock and key, such an interesting person with needs and who was Carach to deny those needs? He leaned over the counter and whispered some thoughts into the twi’lek’s ear, thoughts that made her blush and forget her sour-faced mood for a while.

She nodded and skipped off to close the shop, before returning.

‘Jem, I would like you to meet someone.’ Carach answered with grin. ‘She’s going to help me with that second opinion, if you don’t mind.’

 

[Zola]

Jemmila was pleasantly surprised when Carach came over with a “friend” to join them in the dressing room. She gave the Twi’lek shop keeper a wide knowing smile. Then she turned, and tilted her head in to give Darth Carach a long, lingering kiss, lasting until neither one could breathe. So as not to make her feel left out, Jem swiveled around and did the same to the shop keeper.

“Can we keep her, too?” she joked, letting her hand gently brush the shop keeper’s blushing cheek. Jemmila tugged at the other woman’s hand and pulled her into the dressing room, beckoning with one finger for Carach to follow them both...

They didn’t come out until it was time for the Twi’lek to close up the shop, and go home. Jemmila didn’t even mind that she didn’t get a chance to try on any of the clothes, but from the look of them, they would all fit perfectly. She did manage to change out of her robes and into a sleek black cocktail dress and heels.

“So where to now, Master Carach?” she asked, absently adjusting a jeweled earring. She wondered if the Sith Lord was going to stay in his toga robe, and imagined that a man like Darth Carach could wear whatever he wanted down these streets and no one would say a peep.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

Litting up another cigarette he managed to repurpose the toga into a more befitting robe, it had nothing to do with public appearances, of course. Because Jem was right on that account, the Sith Lord could have walked down the streets in his nudes and nobody would have dared to say anything- at least not in public, but that wasn’t the point of the matter. The point was that it could get darn cold out there and waltzing around with bare legs wasn’t exactly productive at all.

‘A plethora of ways have opened themselves now, miss Kyrgen.’ Carach mentioned to her as they walked out of the shop, and the Sith Lord looked around to see around the road. There were definitely a variety of ways which they could pursue.

Some of it was pleasure, others were more adventurous. It was really what Jem wanted to do herself at this point. His shoulders moved up and down, a signature of a shrug perhaps.

‘We could hit a club, or… we could do something more interesting than that.’

A part in his mind pinged at the later thought, it had nothing to do with anything naughty this time, it was more arcane and functional in nature, really. They could do some naughty things after or during, that wasn’t something the Lord of Freedom would deny.

 

[Zola]

Jem took a long, grateful drag off Darth Carach's cigarette as the evening air cooled her cheeks. The night sky was a luminous spray of stars against the pitch black palette of space. It was a breath-taking sight, and it was all theirs for the taking. Well, until the Hapan apprentice willingly returned to the Machinator, which she would, of course. From what she knew of Sith Lords, it was bad form to steal another's apprentice away. Besides, Jem felt an odd loyalty to the Umbaran who generally scorned and mocked her, and those were on his good days.

"If there's one thing about me that is a constant, it's my tendency to always take the road less traveled," she said, placing the cigarette carefully back between his lips. "The more difficult the road, better. Stagnation is not the Sith way after all is it, Master Carach?"

There was no doubt that a club would be fun, especially if said club contained shadowed alcoves where they could continue their "lessons." As the scent of his skin and the press of his bare flesh lingered in her memory, she felt her pulse race. Perhaps she would have to be returned to the Machinator by force after all.

"So let's have an adventure, shall we?"

[member="Darth Carach"]