"Business"

[Darth Abyss]

Nar Shaddaa, Abyss hideout

The bunker that had been Abyss home for quite a while by now, was empty besides two people. One was the sith lord himself, and a single servant, shrouded in a simple black robe alike the one that Abyss normally picked for himself, a man he could fully trust. Not because he had worked for his unending loyalty, but because he had reworked the mind of the man with a combination of the force, psychoactive drugs, and a few neurological methods, until there was nothing left but absolute obedience. Not even torture would get out a single word from him, he was unbribable, and nothing could threaten him, because there was nothing left in his mind that he could care for even if he wanted to.

Normally the place was rather crowded by Abyss men, but while some of them had been quite surprised by his command to leave for the rest of the day non of them had commented anything about it. After all they were quite happy that their commander had surprised them with a free day, a rather rare occasion. Officially it had all happened in the name of secrecy, but the truth was that it happened because he wished for privacy for his second meeting with [member="Miss Blonde"], for reasons only the two of the were aware of.

The message to her had been simple. "There is business to discuss." and a set of coordinates that would lead her to the bunker. He had done his best to place his hideout of the grid, placing deep below anything on the smuggler moon, and using no energy from a public source to keep it running. But Miss blonde wasn't a nobody on Nar Shaddaa, in fact she was quite the opposite of that, so he had considered that she already had an idea that it was done there.

The reason for the meeting was officially business, and it actually was a part of the truth. There was something he was doing right now were the support of the Black Tie Syndicate would prove useful, but it was far from a necessity for it. The timing for it had been a precise choice, picking a time of the day that would allow her to come to him for business, but extend her stay afterwards if she wished to.

Other than at there last meeting, Abyss had put down his robe for once, and instead wore a simple black hoody in combination with his mask, solely to make a little inside joke about their last meeting. The last time she had invited him into her world, in which she lived like a queen. Now she would see his, and it was very far from luxury. His way of live was mixture of that of a solider, shown by the sparse furnishing of the bunker, and that of a slightly confused scholar, visible in the chaotic collection of books and artifacts littered all over the place. That he allowed her in the center of his operations was a subtle sign that he had more trust for her already, than he had for most of his allies.

He had taken place on a simple table in the Mission planning room, the only thing that could consider decoration inside it was the oversized galaxy map in the middle of it, that constantly shifted between depictions of different planets, tainting the room in color of the world shown by it. Placed on the table was a single bottle of whisky and two glasses. There he waited, while his servant was placed at the entrance, to open the door for her and lead her to the place of the meeting.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde was all about business, and she was quite serious about this meeting. The syndicate was always looking to take care of its allies and Miss Blonde was no different. [member="Darth Abyss"] at the end of the day was a major player on Nar Shadda and the flow of information between the two of them was quite important. However while she lived in a very large and lavish palace that drew people for miles, Abyss chose to live in a dark and creepy bunker underground. Which hey more power to him then. While Blonde wasn't all about making statements when it came to ruling, it was important to assert your dominance. Which was why she had the descendants of Grakkus the Hutt murdered in their own palace before taking it as her own.

But hey, details details. Right now this was about business, and as previously stated she was all about that. Approaching the bunker the woman had a contingency of droids wait outside as she approached the front door. It wasn't so much that Miss Blonde thought Abyss was going to attack her, it was just a necessity being who she was. She was an individual who had bounties placed on her head for years and they stacked up, she was essentially worth millions. But again, details. With all of this in mind she approached the door and was greeted by some dead eyed individual who would escort her inside. She didn't bother to state her name or tell why she was there, people knew that already. Or more specifically cotton eyed joe with the blank expression.

Eventually she'd work her way to the mission room being sure to observe every little detail on her way in. Her mask tracked her movement and was plotting the escape route back if anything were to happen, she was a careful woman after all. Though part of her knew that wasn't necessary, she'd seen what Abyss was like deep down and he was sweet, He was gentle, and he wasn't too bad of a lover. Could use a little more assertiveness and hair pulling, but practice made perfect. That thought made her chuckle a bit and soon Blonde had Abyss in her line of sight.

Inspecting him for a short amount of the time the crime lord let out another chuckle as she noticed he was wearing normal people clothing. Still his choice of fashion was a bit gross, but it was certainly better than that god awful robe he wore. If anything was a turn off it was a guy who wore a cloak.

"You know I have a tailor you can talk to. He does good work." Blonde approached the man and would stay in character.

"So, Sith. Why is it you have summoned me here? I don't appreciate being called out of my palace, especially not for internal monologuing edge lords with daddy issues." Blonde would then activate her Mask's various scanners.

Tracing the structure she found that besides dead eye Frank, they were alone. Which was good. With a sigh she looked up at the man and shook her head.

"You could of told me we would be alone. I missed you." her tone would change and she sounded more caring and genuine.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"No way of communication is untraceable. What would happen if our enemies knew that we are alone down here?"

His voice wasn't cold, but neither was it playful. After all this was a serious issue, as someone who had worked in close relation with the one sith intelligence for a long time he knew how ridiculously easy it was to listen to other peoples transmissions. Only if it seemed like a dangerous sith lord and the woman that was more or less the ruler of moon were discussing business, surrounded by guards and soldiers they could take the liberty of not actually doing that. With a gesture of his left he send the servant of into the command central, where he could monitor the entrance.

"I missed you too."

The sound of his voice was still serious, but she probably appreciated that he didn't said it like a joke. He pushed one of the glasses over to her, together with the bottle of booze. It was not nearly enough to get as drunk as in her penthouse, but a drink was a standard procedure for meetings of the business and the romantic kind.

"Drink?"

His own glass was already filled with a finger-width of whisky, and he took a little sip before placing it back on the table. He wished that they could start out with the pleasurable part, but business came first in the end. This meeting might was important on a personal level, but they still had to ensure that everything they had worked on would stay intact, before they could truly relax.

"Sadly I have actual business to discuss first, so let us get this over with as fast as possible."

He looked around in the room, searching for a datapad he had placed somewhere. For a man that had so little personal possessions and a high grade memory it was surprising how hard it was for him to keep order. In the end it was an effect of how his mind worked, which sometimes overworked itself by jumping from thought to thought so fast that he missed everything else around him.

"A ally of mine is the the soon to be king of Iridonia. At least if everything works out the way I intend it to. The only thing that we still need is a shipment of weapons. One that finds its way to a clan of the Graug without anyone noticing. Well there are a few more details, but they are being taken care of already."

She should notice that this information was something pretty confidential. Anyone else would've simply learned where and when the shipment had to be, but he trusted [member="Miss Blonde"] enough to a grasp of what actually was going on. If Darth Ferox would ever learn that he gave away this information, he would've feel the blade of the red assassin once he would've manage to track him down. Finally he traced down the datapad he was looking for, and with the force he commanded it from a table on the other side of the room over to her.

"Money as payment is not an issue, but I have something better to offer, if you are interested?"

 

[Miss Blonde]

"Duh." Blonde said as she accepted the drink.

Fixing herself up a small drink, the woman would cup it in her hand then moved her way back to the mission table where Abyss was laying out the information. With her drink in hand she listened to the man's plans and it all seemed pretty straight forward. However there were a few problems with his plan, firstly was the Graug. They were unprofessional savages who could barely be controlled. Ever since Darth Vulcanus had turned into a giant scary ash monster on Atrisia they were lacking a firm graug based leader. Sure Dredge commanded a lot of their loyalty, but there were dozens of Graug colonies in the Galaxy all of which were more stupid than the last.

"I don't want to question your mighty plan, but Graug are unpredictable. I once saw a group of them overthrow a crime boss and throw him out of a window of a skyscraper. Key note in that story was that they worked for said boss." Blonde would then do the standard procedure to take a drink from her glass. Tubes and what not.

"You could achieve the same effect more efficiently with a third party terrorist organization or a few of my boys. Problem with rogue Graug is that they always want more. I assume they are rogue since Imperial Graug are always outfitted with Warrior Skin from Gratos. They sound like too much of a liability, Unless you plan on killing them afterwards, then if so I'll be collecting my merchandise off their corpses." Blonde had a surprising amount of knowledge about the Graug.

"If you need guns and snuggling then we can handle it. Do you need Graug designed guns or my stock? I can get my hands on both." Blonde asked in her normal tone of voice.

Honestly while she was all business up front, deep down Patricia was wanting to get out again. She yearned to be touched and held once more. She had a taste of what it was like to have a partner again and she wanted to sleep in a bed with Abyss, the last time around they didn't do much sleeping. But thankfully the man had called her when all of her daily business was said and done. Which left plenty of time for other activities. But before they could get to that they needed to reach an accord, while she'd gladly sell guns to Abyss and Graug, she was concerned about his plan. You could never really trust Graug.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"I would love to not base all this on the Graug, but the plan will not work without them. Long story short, there is an old Zabrak prophecy that says that one day monsters will come to destroy Iridonia, and a prodigal King will rise to save them."

It was a short version of a really, really long story, but Abyss didn't intended to bore her to death with the cocktail of information he had gathered from the at least 15 books he had read since his meeting with Ferox. He fully agreed with her that another third party would be a lot better suited for this in theory, but many Zabrak had turned their back on their culture and history, and only if they would manage to truly recreate the prophecy they would get the right psychological impact.

"They might be stupid enough to kill their leaders, but they are not stupid enough to kill their gods."

He chuckled, because his words sounded far more grandiose than the actual plan was. [member="Miss Blonde"] would probably also laugh about it, as it was the most sith thing he had said in her presence.

"There is a reason why my enemies call me the mindeater. I am good, like really good, at getting into the heads of others, and I can plant ideas as easily as I can steal them. The Graug are many thing, but they are highly devoted to their gods. If enough of them believe that their gods commanded them to attack Iridonia, they will do it. Also playing god sound like it could actually be fun."

He reached for the datapad, and skipped over a few pages until he found the right one, and passed the device back to her, which now showed a location and a bit of additional info about a Graug settlement that called itself the lost tribe, a group of looters and pirates.

"Stock should be enough. We do not want them to actually take over Iridonia, they only have to get far enough to get the Zabraks worked up about it. Non of them is meant to survive the plan. I will personally make sure that you get your guns back afterwards"

Slowly he leaned back in his chair, feeling a bit of excitement as the end of the business part came in sight. He offered her a warm grin, and took another sip from his whisky, before continuing.

"Now to my offer. When all this is done, the King of Iridonia owns me a few favors. What about a chance to expand your empire?"

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde listened intently to the man's plans and it seemed solid enough to work for the moment. There were still a few possibilities for some Graug to go rogue, but for the most part it had a solid eighty to ninety percent chance of operational success. Which was of course more than enough for Miss Blonde to invest the Syndicate's time and resources towards its success. All they had to do was provide guns, maybe ship them, and then watch the fire works while they swooped in and took control of the criminal underworld while everything was popping off. It was a very agreeable situation that she could certainly get behind.

"Very well then my dear, sounds like a plan to me." Blonde would take another drink then set the glass down on the table.

"What kind of hardware do you need? Rifles, launchers, cannons? I can supply it all. Also how much are we bringing to play?" Blonde asked a very straight forward question and of course she'd hope to get a decent answer.

Now when it came to the Syndicate's plans they would expand of course, perhaps buy up a few clubs, maybe a skyscraper or two. Then they'd slowly weed their way into the planet by axing the competition and replacing them. There was no feeling better than a good old fashion hostile takeover. With the plan figured out Miss Blonde hoped they could put a pin in this movie of the week and the two of them could get more comfortable.

"Let's hurry this up though, we both know why you really called me here. A resourceful guy like you could of bought cheap black market burners and passed them off to the Graug. They wouldn't of been effective, but they would of gotten the job done." Blonde would give a small chuckle and her tone would change to that of her more soft and seductive manner.

Her arm would wrap around Abyss' waist and she'd smile under her mask as she pressed close to him. She could put two and two together and while business was all well and good, they both had a desire for one another's company in a different capacity.

"I'm not wearing anything under this suit." She gave a soft whisper followed by a chuckle.
"

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Everything from 2000 to 5000 rifles will work and maybe 500 grenade and rocket launchers. It is not meant to a full scale invasion, but a set of surgical strikes launched at humanitarian or cultural targets without any noteworthy defense. Or well, as surgical as a attack by the Graug can be."

Ferox and Abyss had discussed the possibility of mobilizing the full Graug force, but besides the handful of clans that already supported the new King of Iridonia the Zabraks had only a small police and security force, that would not be able to stand against the united Graug. So instead he had asked his ally for a list of targets that would make the attack appear much larger than it actually was, a list that the Graug would perceive as a present from their gods, exactly like the weapons they would get. Now business was finally settled.

"You got me."

He said with acted surprise, followed by a light chuckle. There had not only been absolutely no doubt that [member="Miss Blonde"] would notice that business had been only a pretence to spend time with here, he had actually counted on it. When she wrapped her arm around him, and her body finally came close to his, a warm feeling emerged in his chest, and again his more human side had earned the right to take over for the rest of this meeting.

"I am not saying I do not believe you, but to be sure I have to look myself."

A soft laugh was released from his lungs, and in head he was already planning to lead her towards the small bedroom of the bunker, but once more his mind was getting ahead of itself. He had stored something away for her, and other than the datapad he had made sure to know for sure where he placed it. He reached for a small box placed on the edge of the table, and moved it over to her.

"Here, for you."

For someone living in luxury like Blonde it was probably nothing special, but his last alchemy project revolved about the corruption of jedi jewellery, and for that he had brought a collection of old jedi trinkets on the black market. While he could use rings or amulets, there also had been a pair of earrings for which he found no use, at least not until now.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Never look a gift horse in the mouth. Bull crap. That didn't work out so well for the Trojans now did it? While Miss Blonde was flattered in her profession you sadly couldn't experience anything with normal emotion, everything came with a grain of suspicion. So her mask's scanners went to work, they had to see if they were bombs, poison, trackers, any number of things that could compromise her. She hated that, she hated she couldn't just be a girl getting a gift from a boy. She hated how everything needed to be tested first before she could show her gratitude and happiness towards something. But that's just how things were, how they'd always be.

When her mask's scanners turned up nothing, the woman had cleared the physical plane, now what was left was the ethereal. Maybe the rings had some sort of imbuement on them and they'd harm her in some ironic way. But she didn't sense anything from them, they seemed like your standard set of Jedi earrings. She'd of course take a deeper look into them later, but for now they checked out. It was a second or two before the woman reacted, but when she did she smiled under her mask and her mask's light lenses would turn off to show her eyes were alive with happiness. Yeah she had jewelry that was twenty times more expensive than this, but the reason why she loved it was because it was a gift from Abyss. Blonde would of preferred a new gun, but Patricia loved it, it would look great with her dresses. Yes, that was right. When blonde wasn't in business mode and the mask came off she was very girly.

"I love it." Blonde said as she took the earrings with a smile beneath her mask.

Now Abyss was significantly taller than Blonde, she couldn't just hop up and try to kiss him. So instead she just slipped the case in her coat pocket and moved in closer on Abyss. Her head rested on his chest as her arms wrapped around his back and she hugged the man closely.

"I got you something as well." Blonde chuckled and looked up to Abyss' eyes.

"You want to see it before we adjourn and head onwards to the bedroom?" Blonde asked and it was something that was important to her.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

It was a great satisfaction for Abyss that she liked his gift. Describing his dating skills as rusty was already a clear understatement, but even in his good days he never had been very talented at picking the right present for a girl. The most important part was that she didn't simply said it with words, as words could always be lies, but again allowed him to look in her eyes, and eyes rarely were able to lie to him.

He returned her hug, pressing his body at hers. It was so strange and yet so liberating to be human once in a while. At first he had been struggling with allowing someone so close into not only his life but into his heart, but with every second spend with her his doubts faded further in the back of his head. There was no logic behind it, but for once there had to be none for him to okay with it.

"Please tell me it is not a suit."

He laughed slightly, and turned to her, now fairly interested in what she got him. Jewellery for a girl, even one like [member="Miss Blonde"], was a easy choice. Not that personal, but it worked in most cases. A present for him on the other hand sounded like hard nut to crack, and in all honesty he didn't even knew exactly what he would get himself if he had to buy something. While they had already builded a strong emotional connection, they knew almost nothing about each other, and Abyss was not a man with very common interests.

"I have not been close to a woman, besides you, in the last two or three years, so I can wait a minute longer before we head of."

It was said a bit jokingly, but he meant it. Her face was already a riddle to much for someone obsessed with seeking hidden truths, and another one would be to much for his mind to handle and would probably lead to failing attempt to take of her mask once they would reach the bedroom.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Vulnerability was something that Miss Blonde hated quite a bit. The idea of someone being close enough to her to the point where she was doing stupid crap like meeting a Sith Lord in a basement alone. She barely knew the guy, that was even the point. Were they dating? Were they just screwing? Were they best friends? Were they something if anything? These things were starting to come up in her mind, and she was never really one for labels. But what she had with him was something else, something she had never had. She was almost forty and this was new to her, it was exciting and she wanted more. She wanted more of him and the danger that came with it. Her relationships in the past had been basic, but not this one. She'd need to put that aside for now.

"It's not a suit, and we'll have plenty of time to do whatever. Also how's your back?" She asked in a joking tone. She'd left a few marks the last time around.

Taking a deep breath she turned her back to Abyss and a cameras she had spotted in the room she reached up towards her mask. Undoing the straps and tubes with a hiss and snap, the mask came off and she placed it on the ground. Reaching into her jacket the woman pulled something up and placed it on her face. She wanted to be closer to Abyss and this was going to help.

Turning around she revealed that she wore a mask salvaged from one of her spare gas masks. It provided the same mental protection as the previous one but he'd be able to see a good portion of her lower face. From the looks of her Blonde was about as old as he was, which was of course not true. She'd soon clarify that though.

"Ta-Da." She said with a pair of sarcastic jazz hands.

"Also don't get the wrong idea, I'm much older than you." She chuckled once more than approached him.

Walking her way up to him slowly she'd stand up on the tip of her toes to lock lips with him. She wanted this, she wanted to kiss him and show her affection to him. She hated the vulnerability of it, but she enjoyed Abyss enough to cancel that out. Now the ball was in his court.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

It was definitely not the kind of present he had thought of, but it actually was way better than anything he had thought of. It was not her full face, but it was close, and as someone who walked around with a mask most of the time he understood very well what it meant. Like her coming here alone, like him inviting her here, it was a sign of trust, trust that had build so rapidly that it was a bit beyond him how it had happened. But he wasn't one to complain about that right now, or ever for that matter.

Her comment about her age was a bit confusing, but he knew all to well that looks could easily perceive. In the end it didn't mattered much to him, not only because she looked stunning even for someone that was way younger than she supposedly was, but because he had felt a good bit older than he had been for most of his live. He wouldn't exactly describe it as maturity, but as someone who had not just seen a war, but had risen to the high command of a powerful intergalactic empire with the age of 18, while also training under a cruel and empty sith lord, he had gone through a lot in his live.

There were no words needed anymore, the truth was once more written in his eyes. Glowing in bright, sulfuric yellow the pierced through the dim light of the bunker, shining almost brighter than the galaxy map that illuminated the room.

When there lips locked, he rose from his chair, and used their difference the lift her up in the air, his body closely pressed onto hers. She was fairly light, and he was fairly strong so it was not much of an effort for him, to carry her from the room they were in, towards his small bedroom. It would be probably be quite a shock to her to see how he lived. Other than hers, his bedroom only had a very small and basic bed, designed for one and not two. Also the room was the place where the chaos inside the bunker reached its highest point, and instead of decoration the room was filled with books, half broken artifacts and scribbled notes that were littered both over the table and the ground.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

At this point Blonde didn't much care about the way he lived. All that mattered was that there was a bed and if the bed was too small there was always the floor. Intimacy was what she craved, two people becoming one and melding together through physical contact and emotional intimacy. When the last time they had their romp they were both a little drunk and it went down as a flurry of nails, grabbing, and physicality. That was all about lust and satisfying the need for relations between them. But this was different, and Blonde knew that. They were kissing, holding one another, even looking into each other's eyes. Now I don't need to be the one to tell you but when you're in the situation they were in the first time around, you weren't making eye contact.

Was she falling for someone she didn't even know? Someone who she had known for no more than a few weeks. She liked him, yes. She was quite fond of him really, and what was most important was that she wasn't picturing Jarven. It was Abyss and that crappy wooden mask that was in her head. Maybe she was, maybe she was just lonely, she honestly didn't know. But even with her confused feelings, she wouldn't let that drag her down. And more importantly she wasn't going to let it spoil the moment.

In a maelstrom of kisses and other lusty acts, Miss Blonde would go along with it all. Being carried, set on the bed, she was even kind enough to help Abyss disrobe from that god awful hoodie. She really needed to get him in contact with her tailor. But besides all that, where Blonde had relatively taken the lead on the last get together she was mildly submissive this time around. She trusted Abyss and would extend that amount of control over to him.

"Don't you leave me." Blonde whispered to him softly as she held on tightly to the man.

Wait what? Blonde came to the realization of what she just said. The loneliness was getting to her. The empty beds, the cold spots, there was only so much she could take before she latched on to something nice. Maybe her subconscious had blurted it out while she was enjoying the moment. But that could be addressed later, for now Blonde had been looking forward to this for the last few days. She'd of course undress as well leading to acts.

And then sex

Once again it was up to Abyss to provide post coitus dialogue so the two could continue seeing how things went.



[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Don't you leave me?"

He simply repeated what she had said before they reached the point were words stopped to matter, giving her a warm smile while he spoke. Other than after the night in her penthouse she didn't had to sneak up on him to be close, the bed didn't leave much room for two bodies to be divided from each other. His left arm was wrapped around her body, doing his best to keep her as close to him as possible.

The last time had been fun, but this had been something different. It wasn't just the lack of alcohol in his bloodstream, it wasn't even the fact that she had allowed him to see almost every part of her face. Both had contributed in what it really was that set it apart, yet in the end the intimacy, not on a physical but the emotional level had made the difference.

They barely knew each other, and yet they seemed to understand the other as easily as if they had been together for years. Abyss was a firm believer in fate, he always had been, so it was the first explanation that popped into his head when he thought about it.

"You know why I chose this place?"

He turned his head to, so the yellow glow of his eyes meet the cyan of hers. The last time she had criticized his after bed talk, so he had already planned out a few before their meeting. It was probably not exactly what she meant, but being overly prepared was a trait that had served him well in his life. With a chuckle he answered his own rethoric question.

"Because there is no sunrise down here."

It was a bit cheesy, but he figured that this was the one time of the day were being cheesy wouldn't be his worst option.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Don't you leave me. That was the thought that rattled around in Blonde's head after they had finished making love.

Loneliness. The idea that you could be surrounded by people and still feel so alone. It was a crushing feeling of sadness that never really went away, some days it wasn't all that bad but it was still there in the back of your head. We all died alone, that wasn't what Blonde was afraid of. It was living alone, because when Jarven was gone it created a void in her. A hole that couldn't be filled by money, children, friends, it was losing the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. It hurt, it a lot. She had lost her two husbands in the past, and didn't want to lose anyone else.

But Abyss was there, and when she was with him and doing this, it stopped. The pain went away and she was happy, truly happy. It didn't matter that they were in a dingy bunker bedroom no bigger than a crap apartment on Coruscant, it was just nice having him there. That loneliness backed away and she could enjoy herself. But that scared her in a few ways. He was a Sith Lord, which meant he was inherently evil. She wasn't the greatest person in the world, far from it. It was just that she felt like she was being ensnared by him. The both of them were in some way, caught in each other's webs and didn't really want to fight it all that hard.

Blonde's mind raced with these thoughts and then Abyss spoke. He pulled her in tight, their eyes met, and he said something pretty cheesy for a Sith Lord. And even though it was cheesy, it worked like a charm. Blonde blushed heavily and her eyes moved to the side away from his out of slight embarrassment for him and her own flattery.

YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT! Blonde internally screamed to herself as she continued to blush. Taking a moment to settle herself she took a deep breath then looked back at him. She smiled brightly and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." She said after the kiss had finished.

"And you're really not helping your argument on being cute." Blonde said with small chuckle and a quick kiss to his cheek.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

The first relationship rule for the sith was: don't. The second and third was also: don't. And yet, while it was common knowledge to all sith how dangerous it was for a servant of the dark to allow someone to get so close, many sith from acolytes to lords still ended up in a relationship. Revan had been rumored to, Darth Malgus, even Darth Bane. All lords that had inspired him on his path, and they all ended up making the same mistake he was making now. Sith were in control of their emotions, but other then the jedi that meant to embrace them and not hide from them. And as long as [member="Miss Blonde"] was close to him he felt a lot of emotions, some he could place easily and some others that he rather left unnamed.

His train of thought broke, as he saw her reaction to his words. He managed to make her blush, and not just a bit. Now he was really happy that she had found a less obscuring mask, as the lights of her normal one would've never been able to convey how she looked in exactly that moment. For long words had been a preferred weapon of his, he had learned how to spin webs around others with them, learned how to use them to gain strength to himself, now he used these skills not to his personal gain but instead to make her happy. And seeing that work was a whole lot better than any successful deception he had webbed around his enemies.

He laid all his passion in the kiss she gave him, before he thought about an answer to her. Cute. Again the word she used for him that didn't fit him. Or did it? He wasn't sure himself anymore, he had already fallen to deep for her to pull himself up again.

"At least my face is not as red as a sith lightsaber."

Now it was his turn for a soft kiss, and due to their height difference it ended up on the top of her head. However all of this would end one day, it clearly was a rather rare accomplishment to make the queen of Nar Shaddaa blush like her crush had just asked her out for prom. Not one he could ever tell anyone, but one he would keep close to his heart for long.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Blonde giggled at Abyss' remark about her blushing, it was true. Her face was starting to return to its normal pigmentation and the internal schoolgirl buried deep in the basement of her subconscious was there once again. But there was still so much going on for such a simple moment. They were two people sharing a bed and closely cuddling one another, in normal pretenses there was nothing off about the picture at all. You had to factor in who they were though. The most influential crime lord in the galaxy was snuggling with a high ranking Sith Lord that was either on the A list or damn near close to it.

More specifically that meant there was a shift in power. Alliances were formed and bonds were made, her bond to him. How she wanted to spend time with him even if it wasn't in a dark room planning the demise of thousands or letting him take her. She wanted to just have a drink and talk, crap that friends or normal people did. She wasn't wanting to have children with him or anything of the sort, after pushing out three of those little bastards she pretty much had enough of getting fat then working off the pounds to get back to her toned body. But there was that sobering fact that maybe there wasn't going to be a happy ending to this story. Name one gangster movie or story from the prospective of a Sith Lord that had a happy ending. Go on, I'll wait......

Couldn't do it could you? Those were the thoughts that plagued Blonde at times. A nagging feeling in her head other than the loneliness.

"You ever think there can be happy ending to any of this?" Blonde said as she looked up at the bed rack's ceiling.

"Violent lives normally end violently. It's something people like us accept. I mean I'll essentially live forever, until I get shot or catch a bad virus. But I just want this to not end like the others. My first husband died on Coruscant fighting the One Sith, dumb move on his part. And my second husband, well you know the story for that. It's just." Blonde shifted slightly so she could look up at him.

"We just made love. I don't mean sex, and I don't mean hooking up. There was actual emotion behind that and it scares me. I don't know what we are or what we are to each other, but even then I know what making love is. I guess what I'm trying to say is." Blonde paused for a moment and exhaled.

"What do we do?" Blonde said with a saddened sigh afterwards. Because she honestly didn't know.

She wanted to be happy. She liked abyss a lot and he made her feel that way. It was just who they were and what they were doing that scared the crap out of her.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Well we could just buy a house somewhere on the edges of the galaxy, throw our masks into the sea and pretend that the rest of our lives has never happened."

It was a thought that was as flawed as it was beautiful, a fact that was shown by the grin that formed in his face as he spoke, on that mixed the feeling of sadness with that of a hint of happiness, even if it was born out of a artificial fantasy that had no way of ever becoming reality. He forced himself to chuckle, but when he was honest to himself the questions she had just asked had plagued him since this whole thing had started. His face froze, now showing a serious expression as he looked at her.

"I do not know."

He gave her long look, staying silent for a few seconds that felt like an eternity to him, before he finally found words that could at least partly convey what he meant to say.

"I only know that I do not want this to end. No matter who or what we are, I want this. Maybe it is death that awaits us in the end, maybe something worse, but I want to walk that path with you to find out."

Again he forced himself to smile, but this time a bit more honest than before. He had said what he felt, what he actually felt for her, and that filled him with strange determination that what they were doing had a future even if it wasn't the one that normal couples planned for.

"We can never allow us to show what we are to anyone, but we both have the means to make that happen. Forbidden love, it would even be romantic without the potential for a sudden and violent death."

Abyss didn't knew who she was worried about when it came to this question, but he knew very well at who his own worries were directed at. His master, because if she ever found out before he would become powerful enough to kill her, or at least reach a level equal to her, it would be either [member="Miss Blonde"] or himself and Miss Blonde, but he made an effort to not show much of his worry in his face. He really didn't wanted to lose her, especially not because she would become scared about problems that weren't actually hers.

"Just know, should the day come were everything around us falls apart, I will stand besides you until my last breath. Whatever happens."

He barley listened to himself right now, because the sith in him certainly didn't approved of the oath he had just made to her.

 

[Miss Blonde]

That was probably the sweetest and saddest thing that anyone had ever said to Miss Blonde, and she wanted to believe it. Really she did, she wanted more than anything for what Abyss said to be true. She knew he meant it, but that's what everyone else had said as well. Then low and behold, they were gone. The only thing that she had left of them was the pain she felt and the children she bore. It was haunting in a way, seeing their faces in your children. A constant reminder that they were gone forever. Plus Blonde was pretty sure she couldn't really be together with him, not in the traditional sense of things. She had a daughter who was almost as old as he was, hell Erika would probably be attracted to the her mother was sleeping with.

So it needed to be said. Her kids were safe no matter what, they were being taken care of by their fellow criminal of an aunt and Blonde came by every other day to go and be with them.

I'll be by your side as well. But I need to kill the dream for a minute. I'm about to disclose private information like a jackass." Blonde said with a sigh afterwards.

Looking up at him she pulled her arm over his chest to keep him close. She'd clear her throat a bit and speak.

"I look young, I know. But I'm almost twice your age. If you're serious about this, and about us, you need to know that I have kids. You probably pieced that together since I've had two husbands. So yeah." Blonde sighed again then sat up a bit.

"If you're going to leave I recommend you get it over with. I knew this wouldn't last, most men run along when they find out." It was true though. Everyone wanted their own little picturesque perfect life with their own kids and a picket fence.

Miss Blonde hated the fact she was stupid in her youth. Her reckless behavior that lead her down this path. There was no going back anymore. This was life. Falling for Sith Lords and killing innocent people. Even if her body was young, she felt old. She felt the weight of the galaxy push down on her and at times everything was too much. It was why she enjoyed pretend time with Abyss so much, there was no weight, no pain, just fun. But even reality would break into that as emotions and genuine feelings were starting to thrust themselves into it. She didn't despise that they were there, she was just confused and scared that these feelings would lead to more pain and heartbreak.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"As long you do not plan to introduce a sith lord to them as their new dad, I do not care."

He chuckled, a real one this time. She thought that her age or her family would worry him, it was awfully considerate of her, but there were far worse thing in the galaxy than having a nice woman, even if she was older and had kids. As a criminal she probably had seen many horrible things, but the live of a sith, especially that of an apprentice was constant fear, pain and struggle.

"I was the highest ranking commander of the One Sith when I was barley old enough to legally buy alcohol. I wasted the last years of my youth in a mindless war, I almost died so often that I have lost count. I was trained by a woman that has no emotions, a woman that has tried to kill me so often that I also lost count of it. This, what we have right now, is the best thing that happened to me in a long time, and neither your age nor the fact that you have kids can change that."

Yet there was something else, a piece of information he had hoped he could keep to himself, but now that she let it all out including her worries about him leaving, he felt the need to share it, not for his but for her sake.

"There ... There."

He coughed lightly, trying to find his voice again.

"There is something else. I am dieing. Not today or tomorrow. In a few years at worst if no one kills me until then. Yet I do not intent to die then, but I do not know how far I will have to go to survive."

There was a illness that plagued him, that neither money nor power could cure, as it was not truly a physical one. He had surrendered his flesh to the dark side, and he was slowly, very slowly paying the price for that, his body losing a small bit of its strength with every day that passed.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Dying. That was the word that stuck with her the most. Even if everything went off without a hitch and they somehow made it to a happy ending where'd they would ride off into the sunset, he was still going to die. Blonde had to accept that no matter what that what they had was fleeting and every day that drew to a close, Abyss was going to die. She had to just lay there and take it, to let yet another man slip through her grasp and feel the heartache that was emptiness and pain. Fuck that. Miss Blonde wasn't the kind of person to just lay there and let something like that happen, she was a god damn genius and she could cure death itself if it meant holding on to the one shred of happiness she could muster up in her life.

"I'm not letting you die either. I have cloning facilities, anti aging chambers, we can make you a new body, we'll do something. I'll call my medical staff." There it was, genuine fear.

Blonde was afraid of being alone again, she was afraid of growing close to someone and having then ripped away once more by the cruel hand of chaos. She wasn't about to let that happen, she spat in the face of destiny and fate. There was no set future and she could make something to fix this, she could fix anything. Anything besides her own fear of falling apart and being alone in this world. Either way Abyss would be able to hear the slight amount of panic in her voice over her own concern for his well being.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me this!? Maybe I have a fucking right to know this before you steal a girl's heart you idiot! What's wrong with you!?" And fear turned into anger.

It was the first time Abyss would be able to see her actually be upset, and it wasn't over money or politics. It was over him, it was about losing him, and that was something that she didn't want. It was a weakness for her, finding someone nice and then losing them again. She couldn't do it again. It all culminated in a flurry of anger, fear, and sorrow as she gripped onto Abyss and just held him as a few tears rolled down her eyes. It would be clear to Abyss that she cared for him a great deal more than what she originally let on.

"I told you not to leave me."

[member="Darth Abyss"]