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Been Caught Stealing

Sage Bane had a way of getting into places he wasn't supposed to. Case in point, the Dragon Palace Casino on Antecedent where his brother had made the mistake of giving the half-Chiss lax security clearances. Even though technically Sage wasn't a Red Raven, he meandered around the casino as if he were, using his nepotism like a weapon against any security guards who took pause. Cryax apparently hadn't learned his lesson after that incident with Jalek. Either that or his idiot brother was simply too preoccupied with his own personal plight of being mind-linked to a Yuuzhan Vong overlord. Either way, Sage was all too eager to take advantage of his brother's sloppiness.

He came across in a random office that looked like it had just been redecorated and aimlessly wandered in, putting his paws all over everything not nailed down. Sadly there were no illegal substances to be had, although there was a bottle of rum in a desk drawer. Sage sat down in the occupant's office chair, clunked his boots up on the desk and swigged directly from the bottle. Then he flicked on his Datapad and started browsing some Holosites, wondering what old Jalek Sathora was up to upstairs. Maybe a text message was in order.

[member="Keira Ticon"]
 
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Being in any position of power was an odd feeling for Keira, as she was perfectly adjusted to being the one taking orders from someone higher up in the hierarchy and passing them on down the line. This was something similar to that, she supposed, but with more responsibility tacked on. And if that wasn't odd enough, then having her own office certainly was. A bit of rearranging had been in order, of course, but after things had been straightened out the space didn't look all that bad. A bit too professional looking for her tastes, perhaps, but nothing she couldn't get used to. Of course, it hadn't stayed at its neatest for too long, and there were already books strewn about her desk. She had to do something in her free time, after all.

It was back in the general direction of that office that she currently wandered, ready to be alone in relative silence. So it was a surprise when she stepped through the door and found someone already seated in her chair. One hand dropped to her lightsaber, the other spinning the stranger around in the chair. Taking a moment to appraise him she noted that he resembled Cryax almost down to the last detail, which brought to mind that they were family. That was a new one, because as far as she was aware the Chiss didn't have any immediate family. This pointed to the opposite, which piqued her curiosity.

"Is there something you need help finding? Besides the liquor, of course." With a twitch of her fingers the bottle flew into her hand, and she took a long swallow, regarding him once more with a less than amused expression. "So who the kark are you, and what do you want?"

[member="Sage Bane"]
 
It was no surprise to Sage that the office's occupant wasn't thrilled to see him. "Oh hey," he said nonchalantly, as if it were a common occurrence for him to be sitting in her chair. "I'm Sage. Sage Bane. I'm the brother of a certain Chiss here that you might know. He's nobody special. Just an insignificant person named Cryax Bane." Oops there goes a name. Sage arose and crossed to her bookshelves, absently perusing the titles, then slowly meandered around and sat on her lounge chair.

He lit a deathstick and slowly and deliberately held it to his lips, sucking in the pink smoke through his nose and mouth and then letting it out of the side of his mouth. "The question that begs asking is who are you?"

[member="Keira Ticon"]
 
Cryax's brother, now there was something interesting. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that they were related, if just because of the physical resemblance, but it seemed that he hadn't been the one to inherit the brains of the family. However young she might be, a skilled fighter she was, something that most didn't challenge. But it seemed his intention weren't violence, which was, admittedly, a rarity for her. And he hadn't done anything outright stupid just yet, so it was a start. "You still didn't answer the last half of my question." Keira fell back into her chair, setting the bottle down on her desk, absently levitating her lightsaber hilt above her right hand.

"I'm not anybody too important. Keira Ticon, but I can't imagine you've heard the name around." That statement was only half-sarcastic, as her surname was often commonplace among the Ravens, but more due to the exploits of her older brothers than anything she was responsible for. That was something that would most likely change in the times to come, what with her new position within the criminal syndicate. Nothing, of course, said he had to know that. It was something that still caught her in a state of disbelief every now and again, without announcing it to any of the present company.

The lightsaber hilt fell back into her hand, and she flicked it around her fingers as she studied him. So far he seemed to be telling the truth, though she would have picked up on it had he been lying. "No, the question that begs asking is why you're up here. It's not often I get unwelcome visitors, or any at all. So I'd like to know why you decided to drop by and pay a visit." Her tone didn't brook any argument, and she held the lightsaber in her hand nonchalantly, though she possessed the skill to wield the weapon with a deadly efficiency, as he would find out if he did anything especially stupid.

[member="Sage Bane"]
 
Mentioning Cryax's name didn't have the effect that Sage thought it would. Usually when he lobbed it around, it paved the way for a bit more respect from Cryax's sycophantic underlings, but not this time. Sage sifted through his memory to see if he could find a brain cell left in there to remember the name Keira Ticon. Nope, no dice. Crossing his legs as he lounged in her chair, the half-Chiss tapped some pink ashes into one of Keira's houseplants and gave her a twisted grin. "Nice to meet you, beautiful," he said, letting his eyes give her a once over.

Her shiny glowstick didn't go unnoticed. His eyes followed the whole time as she made a big old show of handling the lightsaber in front of him, but they held little fear, just the same amused gaze as usual.

"What am I doing here? I'm just a little boy lost. Maybe you can help me find my way." Sage gave her a sweet puppy dog look and patted his lap, in an obvious gesture for her to sit on it.

[member="Keira Ticon"]
 
"Cute." Keira smiled wryly and rolled her eyes, his attitude nothing too different from what she'd experienced before with other men of a typical nature. He'd be something a bit different to handle, but either way he'd back off, whether he wanted to or not. There was a certain way she had with people who didn't know when to stop, something that Sage would find out one way or another by the end of the day. "But unless you want to lose a few important parts close to that leg of yours, I'd not get your hopes up. This little glowstick of mine isn't just for show." She set the weapon down on the desk between them, as if to set an unspoken boundary line.

A part of her was amused by the entirety of it all, and she decided that she would entertain his conversation for at the very least a few good minutes more. "I haven't decided whether it's nice to meet you yet, but you're making some interesting company so far." Here she smirked. "Even if you don't know when to shut your karking mouth." And he certainly didn't, something he was likely more than well aware of. It was people like this that were usually the most aware of what effects they might have on others, whether beneficial or not.

"So, let me guess...you're the comedic relief of the family, right?"

[member="Sage Bane"]
 
Sage ignored Keira's threats. What was she going to do? He was the President's brother. Regardless of how the man acted towards him, he knew Cryax enough to know that he was a loyal bastard to anyone he considered family. It was a chink in the Chiss's armor that Sage knew how to exploit.

Leaning his head back in her chair, the younger Bane giggled and took another long drag off his deathstick. "Comic relief? Have you spent two minutes around my brother, darling? He's a computer nerd who's got way too much power for his own good. The guy can't even shoot a blaster, for the Maker's sake, yet he runs the biggest criminal organization this side of the Outer Rim." As he continued there was a smidgen of bitterness in his voice that even Sage himself wouldn't deny. "Then, and this is the best part, he proceeds to piss off the karking Mandos of all the people in the galaxy and runs around like a headless Endorian chicken with a karking demon in his head." He pointed at her with his deathstick. "Now that's comedy gold," he said sardonically. Sage had mixed feelings about all of his brother's exploits. Part of him felt sorry for the bastard but another part of him felt that he was reaping what he was sowing.

Sage shifted gears as he pulled a small baggie from the pocket of his velvet jacket. He gave her a crooked smile and held up the baggie, giving it a little shake. "Hey Keira, do you like spice? Wanna do some with old Sagey here?"

[member="Keira Ticon"]
 
Being a Ticon, Keira was no stranger to a number of illegal substances. But, despite all she'd seen in the galaxy in terms of all matter of narcotics, spice wasn't her top choice. Alcohol and the occasional smoke were no issue, but she rarely delved any deeper. It wasn't that being underage was an issue, because if she let that stop her then not many of her previous exploits would have happened the way they had, if at all. Well, she wouldn't have had a bottle of liquor in her desk either, had that been an issue. "I don't do spice. Drinking, smoking and a death stick here and there, yeah, but not much else. Call me crazy, but I like to keep my health in relatively good shape. I know it might be hard to believe."

His comments about Cryax only caused her to shrug, as she couldn't really say anything bad about the man for a number of reasons, but nor did she want to. "Your brother's half the reason I'm still alive today, so unless my company's that bad, I'd be careful what you say about him. Yeah, he's definitely not the smartest. But I don't think either of us can say much about that." She paused, regarding him for a moment. "I have a name, by the way, and it's definitely not 'darling', to you or anybody else."

Leaning back in her chair, she relaxed nearly completely, something that had been a rarity for her lately. She would take any chance she could get, regardless if her current company was really nothing more than a stranger. He didn't seem to be that much of a threat, if any at all, so she was relatively okay with his company. For the moment, at the very least.

[member="Sage Bane"]
 
"Suit yourself," Sage declared, then turned away as he ingested some of the spice. When he turned back towards Keira, his eyelids fluttered for a moment and then his gaze leveled out. "No offense, Keira, but you look like you could use some." Sage noticed a haunted look about the young woman. A look he knew very well from spending time around trauma sufferers and recognized from a few years ago when his own younger face stared back at him in the mirror wearing that very same look.

"So the blue bastard saved your life, huh? Good for him. Maybe it makes up for all the folks whose lives he's made miserable." His eyes flashed red like his brother's for a moment and then back to brown. "Let me guess, the trouble he got you out of was the same kind of trouble he put you in in the first place. That's how it works with him. Power hungry monsters don't give away their loyalty for free."

His face spreading into an ear-to-ear grin, Sage stretched out languidly on Keira's lounge chair and folded his arms behind his head. For a moment it looked like he was about to nod off and then he righted himself. He pointed to the bottle of rum. "You haven't even asked me if I wanted a drink. Is this how you treat your guests, darling?" He put extra emphasis on the word to make his point crystal clear. No one told Sage Bane what to do.

[member="Keira Ticon"]
 
At his mention of the no doubt troubled demeanor that she carried, Keira merely shrugged, wanting to avoid the topic if at all possible. It was something that had taken a bit of prodding for her to reveal with friends, let alone with people she'd only just met. "No, it's nothing like that. It's something else, something bigger." She paused, her eyes taking on a faraway look for a moment, but once she blinked her focus returned. "I don't want to talk about it, and you probably don't want to hear it. Let's leave it at that." If he kept pushing he would receive much of the same answers, as she wasn't one to be swayed once her mind was made up, doubly so when it came to more sensitive topics such as this.

His continued comments regarding Cryax only caused her to shake her head. "I'm not the type to play moderator when it comes to whatever's happened between you two. I've been gone for a time before, so I'm not caught up on everything that's happened. I have enough to deal with by myself as it is, I don't need more on my plate." She looked to him pointedly as if to say that was the end of that. There would be no more spoken by her on that topic, no matter how much he wanting to continue his ranting about how supposedly bad their family relations were, even if it did stretch beyond that.

The continued use of his moniker for her only earned another quiet sigh, and she lifted the bottle with the Force, tossing it towards him, not much caring if he caught or not. "I'm not a bartender. Pour it yourself." She rummaged around one of the drawers in her desk before pulling out a glass, tossing that in his general direction as well. "Like I said, I don't get guests. Least of all guests like you."

[member="Sage Bane"]
 
At her insistence that Keira didn't want to open up about whatever it was that troubled her, Sage's expression softened, and he said. "I can be a surprisingly good listener when it comes to war stories. I've got a few of my own." He slowly unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and opened up his collar to show burn marks around his neck, a present from various electro-collars he'd been forced to wear over the years. "If you need to talk," Here he gave her compassionate a half smile. "I'm happy to oblige."

His large brown eyes never leaving Keira's, Sage caught the bottle without looking at it. "I'm a Forcie, too, darling," he said with a smirk as he then caught the glass that followed. "Bet you couldn't tell." He placed the glass disdainfully on the floor and took a swig directly from the bottle. Then he chuckled as he tossed his empty deathstick into her plant.

"Guests like me? You mean a smart, charming half-Chiss who would probably be half as successful as his brother if he hadn't been sold into slavery as a child?" Sage took another swig and arose from his seat, sauntering over to her like a cat. He closed the distance until their bodies were almost touching and whispered in her ear, a huge grin spread across his face. "Or dangerously gorgeous Forcies with a penchant for overindulgence in more prurient interests?"

[member="Keira Ticon"]
 
In the blink of an eye he'd gone from quiet and understanding back to exactly how he'd been before, which was a minor annoyance more than any real surprise. He could claim to be understanding and willing to talk all he wanted, but her answer would still be an inevitable no. It had taken time for her to open to up to her closest friends, which included his half-brother. As typical of those who shared her family name she was stubborn, which meant that she wasn't a fan of admitting when she was less than up to par either. So the fact that he'd caught on wasn't something she was extremely proud of. Maybe she would benefit from talking about it, but it wouldn't be to him.

At his sudden close proximity she was half-tempted to demonstrate the finer points of wielding a lightsaber right then and there, but decided against it, at least for the moment. No, there were other ways to go about things, though she didn't think that he'd like those much either. But he had to learn one way or another, and she was a firm believer in tough love, even if the latter part of that equation was omitted for this particular encounter. There were lessons she'd learned over the years, one of them being giving no quarter when it came to anything.

So she stood after he whispered in her ear, not quite denying his advances right away, deciding that maybe she'd have a little more fun with things. His enjoyment wouldn't last quite so long, though. "I was thinking something else, myself." She let one hand wander to rest on the center of his chest, an amused smile playing on her lips. Without further warning she released the burst of the Force that she'd gathered in that hand, that, if successful, would send him right back into his chair with not so much as a word of caution.

it would leave her standing right where she had been, and leisurely she would sit once more, the same smile on her face. "What I had in mind was people that don't know when enough's enough."

[member="Sage Bane"]
 
When Keira's hand rested on his chest, Sage smiled widely. "And what would that be?" The Chiss hybrid let his hand gently brush her cheek, his eyes flashing red. He couldn't help but notice that Keira's hand was wandering down his chest in a delicious way. He was about to lean to steal a kiss when he was unexpectedly thrown back into the chair by an energy blast that hit him like a freighter crash. "Echuta!" he cursed in Huttese, almost tipping the chair with the weight of his landing. The bottle was knocked from his hand, spilling rum all over the carpet.

Once he got his bearings, he looked at her with an unreadable expression and then immediately laughed and lit another deathstick. "You like it rough, huh? I'll keep that in mind when I take you home later." He said with a wink. Leaning back in his chair and making no move to go anywhere, Sage puffed on his deathstick, watching the smoke dance over his head.

He pointed to the bottle lying on its side, rum soaking into the carpet filling the room with its pungent odor. "Looks like you might need to steam clean that, leeah."

[member="Keira Ticon"]
 
The bottle once more flew into her hand, and she finished off the rest of it before setting it down, now empty, on her desk, returning to watching him with a half-smile. Little did Sage seem to realize, he was playing a game that it wouldn't be in his best interests to lose. Keira wasn't sure why she allowed him to continue to lounge about her office, as she was perfectly aware that should she want him gone, it wouldn't take much. Maybe it was boredom, perhaps curiosity, but either way he was proving to be quite the handful. She absently wondered what Cryax would do about his brother's behavior, and decided to bring it up to him later to test just that.

His cocky attitude was beginning to remind her of her own, and she wasn't sure exactly how she felt about that yet. In response to his comment about the carpet she only shrugged. It would get cleaned, one way or another, regardless of whether or not she had to do it herself. Besides, if he kept acting the way he was, then a bit of spilled alcohol would be the least of his worries. For someone claiming to be a Force sensitive, he was doing a great job of ignoring what his instincts were most likely telling him about going any further with his commentary. Then again, he seemed to be the sort that didn't know when it was better to shut his mouth than continue speaking.

Smiling wryly she rolled her eyes, finding amusement not in what he had to say but more so in the fact that he was apparently unfazed by all that had just happened. In her book she'd been gentle with that Force push. There was more she could have done, such as throwing him out of the window instead. "You won't be taking anyone home, itiohul. Even if I was interested in men, it wouldn't be men like you." Another smile, here. "If you'd like to make a wager on it, we have a Fight Club downstairs. Otherwise I'd learn when to shut your mouth."

[member="Sage Bane"]
 
"Ah so that explains it," said Sage, his eyes widening with understanding. "Why didn't you tell me you preferred the fairer sex? I wouldn't have wasted all my best pickup lines."

"Fight club, huh? You really want to fight with me? I've been fighting since the age of ten and not long after, cutting throats in the slave pits. I might look a bit like a skinny burnout, but I don't think you know what you're signing up for, beautiful."

He scratched his chin and kept up his amused grin. "Well, Keira, I have a sister in any case. She might have the uh, parts you're looking for." Sage raised an eyebrow to punctuate his words. Why was being an nerf herder so much fun? He picked up his Datapad and leaned forward, pointing it in her direction. "Let's send her a naughty Holo!" He said it like it was the best idea ever.

He had a feeling they weren't going to even make it to the Fight Club. Sage's mouth was just getting started.

[member="Keira Ticon"]
 
As she listened to him speak in favor of his fighting skills Keira absently toyed with her lightsaber, the almost delicate links that connected the charm to it clinking gently against her cybernetic arm. It was her own way of displaying just what she was capable of without being outright about it. An unspoken threat, in a way, but not as provoking as that. He could interpret it any way he wished, but she had a feeling that, one way or another, they would end up in a fight of some kind, whether it was just with words or something more. But either way, it wasn't one she intended to lose. "Funny you say that, because I've been fighting since about then, too. Except I was training to be a Jedi." If he was smart enough, he'd be able to guess that she'd abandoned that path long ago.

Surprisingly enough he'd given up on the flirting without much hassle, but unfortunately he still didn't quite understand. Her patience was beginning to reach its end, but still she decided to be patient with him for just a while longer. It couldn't hurt anything, after all. "That isn't quite how it works. Unlike you, I'm not interested in every girl that walks by." Okay, that might have been a low blow. But if he was going to be that way, then so was she. After all, spending time with her older brothers meant she'd learned quickly how to defend herself in a brawl, whether verbal or otherwise.

Her hazel green gaze never left his. "I'd be up for a fight sometime, sure. We'll even let your brother and everybody else bet on it." She smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I won't even use my lightsaber. Of course, I don't think I'll need it much." That was pushing it as well, but this was something she refused to back down from. One of them would eventually crack, and the both of them would keep goading until it happened, now or later.

[member="Sage Bane"]
 
"Fight club it is, patessa." said Sage, slipping into the common Nal Hutta tongue. "As I'm training to be a Jedi too, I might have to show you a few tricks I have up my sleeve." Sage stood up and with slow, deliberate movements placed the bottle of rum on Keira's desk. Then despite the fact that she'd thrown him across the room only a few minutes before, he crossed to her again, and closed the distance between them, his body intimately close to hers. Personal space wasn't in Sage's wheelhouse. "My brother isn't going to wager on me, that's for sure. I'm just a dirty little glit-biter to him." Sage's breath grazed over her ear as he tilted his head in to whisper to her. "Better get your music ready, Ticon, cause we're going to dance."

Then Sage chuckled and made his way to the door, blowing her a kiss as stole away to whatever seedy habit he was off to entertain himself with.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

((Fight Club then?))
 
If she hadn’t been eager for a challenge before, his attitude only heightened that, though her only reaction to his close proximity was a telekinetic shove as he walked away. Even if the way he acted left something to be desired, Keira had to admit that she was looking forward to their fight. Something told her that Sage would present a challenge that not many others were able to, which was an air of unpredictability that was lost on fighters that had been trained in any formal manner. Being one that favored unorthodox tactics a time or two, it would be an interesting experience above all else.

Still, if it was to be a barehanded fight, she would have to brush up on her tactics. That was a combat style she hadn’t utilized in quite some time. All the better.

[member="Sage Bane"]

((Fight Club it is! Would you like me to start the thread?))
 

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