Clandestine Missions with Hipsters and Sith

[Spark Finn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

Coruscant Sub-Level 1989B

The slicer knew of Cameron Centurion not only from the 'official' Sith Triumvirate files but also from her own 'unsanctioned' darknet research. #duh Gangly-limbs sat crossed on the rented hotel bed. Speckled-gaze peered at the comm transmission from [member="Darth Adekos"]. Her employer #captor.

Cameron would be in another rented room or arriving shortly. Or maybe he was in the bathroom. #lullz The good thing about this hotel? It was far enough away from the gala tonight that she wouldn't have to worry about being seen with the other sith lord and NOT being in character.

"Do I really have to do this? You know me. I work better behind the scenes."

Adekos seemed to scowl. But maybe it was because he had to farm out her expertise yet again. First Orcus, now this. That didn't stop him from leaving two escorts #guards to stay with her....at the hotel.

"You will do as I instruct unless you want another trip to the jungle world. With a force-collar this time."

Thin-lips puffed out into a scowl. "Fine. But you realize your escorts can't go on mission." Thumb hooked behind her at the two nerfs standing guard by the door.

"I am. Well. Aware. Check-in in twenty-four hours." She saw a final sneer before he dropped off. It wasn't really a sneer or scowl since he wore a mask all the time. She could just tell he was doing that. All in his tone. And tilt of his stiff shoulders.

But she was most concerned about whether this Cameron guy would be as tall as he looked in holos. Or shorter.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

This was not a new game for Cameron, despite his own personal reservations about participating. As far as missions went, pretending to be involved with a woman long enough to accomplish a task wasn't the most terrible thing. At least, that was what the Sith Lord thought before he read the information on [member="Spark Finn"], slicer extraordinaire.

Arriving at the hotel in a relatively discreet manner, dressed in a simple black suit and white dress shirt, Cameron retrieved his own key for the room. Whether or not Spark had attempted to acquire her own room was irrelevant, Coruscant remained under Sith influence, and it was quite a simple thing to make adjustments. After all, despite distance from the venue, a cover only worked if it was maintained for the duration of the operation, despite location.

That 100% still meant Spark would be on one of the couches in the large suite. Chivalry was not a courtesy the Sith Lord afforded to women whom he knew very little.

Shortly after her conversation with Adekos had concluded, the internal lock to the suite's door clicked, indicating it had been opened. Dragging a large, rolling garment bag behind him, Cameron entered the suite and rather unceremoniously made his way towards the bedroom. Silver-green eyes glanced in Spark's direction only briefly before he threw the suitcase onto the bed and silently began unpacking.

At least she was as attractive as the images in her file showed. That would make her consistent presence tolerable.

Well.

It wouldn't make him not want to look at her, at least.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

A squeak left her mouth as her position on the bed was jostled by the sudden presence of a sith lord's suitcase. But luckily, not the Sith Lord himself. Black-rimmed glasses fell halfway down the bridge of her freckled-nose. Fingers reached up and plucked them to their proper place as she let the silence stretch between them.

"You're taller than your holos," she blurted. Grey-blue eyes flittering between the blackened screen of her comm and his green eyes. It meant she'd have to give up her converse and wear heals for the night. #sacrifices #thestrugglewasreal

"Lord Centurion."

One member of a very large family. The darkside loneish wolf.

"And do you mind? This is my room. I'm going to change here." #rude

 

[Cameron Centurion]

No words left the Sith Lord's mouth as he continued his task of hanging up clothing that required such and storing the rest in drawers. If he encountered any [member="Spark Finn"]'s belongings in the process, he simply moved them out of the way...but otherwise left them mostly untouched.

When Cameron was done, he turned his silver-green gaze back in the direction of the young woman. "You can either sleep here in this bed with me, or you can sleep out there." The Sith Lord jerked his thumb over his shoulder to basically indicate any area of the suite that was not the master bedroom.

"The choice is yours. Also, call me Cameron, familiarity will be expected. Nicknames, however, are unnecessary, and I wouldn't tolerate them in an actual relationship."

That was...90% a lie.

Maybe 100.

"Do you possess the ability to see this through completely? Regardless of your opinion of me or this assignment, your ability to sell the cover will have a direct effect on mission success. If that effect becomes negative, we'll switch the cover to you being a battered partner, and I will be sure to sell that extremely well."

The Sith Lord actually didn't have a personal rule about hitting women, he just had rarely found occasion for it to be necessary.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

Pale cheeks flushed red at his bed suggestion. Thin-fingers meant for datapad typing clutched the comm tightly as she scooched to the edge of the bed. "So not even Camcam? Ronypoo? C. C. ? Or-," mouth hung agape mid-sentence at the sith lord's suggestion.

Yo, did he just say battered partner?

#totesinappropes!

Converse-clad feet were beneath her and in a second the young master was facing off with her hotel 'buddy,' the bed between them. There was no anger behind her words. She spoke out out of quiet logic. "If you lay one aggressive hand on me it will be broken in a second. Anything electronic you have will never work again. And any personal bank accounts you have will be liquidated to various light side charities across the 'verse, although a large portion will go to Lord Orcus' orphanage. Are we clear?"

With a nudge of the force, his dress shirts suddenly found themselves swung to a tiny corner of the closet, giving her clothes the majority of the space.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Cameron's immediate response was devoid of warning or sarcastic facial expression. No sooner had the woman finished her 'counter offer' than the Sith Lord's right hand raised slightly, seizing the power of the Force firmly around her body with the full weight of his presence. The cold, dark nature of Darth Ashmedai flooded the atmosphere around them, the influx of raw dark side energy radiating around his knuckles as his lack of desire in having this conversation converted into a very palpable air of irritation, anger.

When the Sith Lord spoke, an airy undertone accentuated his normal deep voice.

"Do you believe this is a negotiation? You are, for all intents and purposes, a slave, a tool. Fail to perform, and you have no use. Fail to be of use, and you are dead to us."

Do you believe this is a negotiation? You are, for all intents and purposes, a slave, a tool. Fail to perform, and you have no use. Fail to be of use, and you are dead to us.

Quite literally.

Releasing his hold of the woman, Cameron allowed his emotions to subside immediately, easily controlled after so long. The purple-white lightning that crackled around his knuckles dissipated as well. Turning his back to [member="Spark Finn"], the Sith Lord began to make his way to the refresher. His irritation was not about the woman's threat. Material belongings had long since passed into but a faded memory. No, his irritation was with her lack of acknowledgment as to the actual point of his earlier comment. Mission failure due to operator incapability was not an option.

Besides, money and electronics were replaced. Easily. Her life was not.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

Spark Finn may have been captured by Lord Adekos during a botched Alliance mission but she chose to stay with him. She could've escaped many times. Certainly by now. At one time, she even admitted Adekos was brilliant, in his own way.

The point of this whole exercise?

To see how Cameron Centurion #CC felt about her. He and his voodoo darkside presence made it clear. The lights flickered in the hotel room. Her mind slowly receded from its grasp prepared to explode the comm on the bed. The force bubble that would've protected her from any grip of her new partner had never sprung to life. Tests had their risks. #calculated

"I do, Cameron. Have the ability to see this through and sell it." She spoke to his back, gathering her things. "The question is, do you? Can you see me as more than a slave? A tool? Because if you can't convince me, I doubt you'll convince anyone else."

Leaning across the bed, the girl of angles and limbs pulled off a pillow and blanket and shuffled to the data station near the couch. She preferred to sleep next to servers. It was comforting to the technopath. Reminded her of him. The man with the blue eyes.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

There was no response from the Sith Lord. However, they both knew he would never convince [member="Spark Finn"] of the illusion he would rather easily sell to any observer. The woman's presence did not disgust him. Besides, the underlying point of selling a fantasy had nothing to do with her as a person but rather a person she was supposedly asked to portray. What relationship she actually had with Adekos was, for lack of a better term, irrelevant. In this galaxy...it was often the perceived slave, tool, lackey that held the greater power in most professional relationships.

He just wasn't going to tell Spark that. The young woman knew only what he needed her to know about himself. Also...he wasn't ever going to actually share the bed with her...so obviously dramatic effect had been required.

After re-emerging from the refresher in more comfortable clothing, the Sith Lord secured the doors to the bedroom and made his way to an empty area of carpeted floor. Taking a seat, the Corstris native allowed his eyes to close as he slipped into a silent meditation. Different people meditated for different reasons, Cameron almost always did it to permit himself a retreat to the place he loved. That is to say, the area of his mind that held his fondest memories of time spent with [member="Amorella Shamalain"]. In this area of his psyche, where the strength of her light meshed with that of his dark, he could feel her very presence.

It was the only true comfort he was able to maintain these days. The inadvertent side effect was the subtle morphing of his own metaphysical presence within the Force around him, revealing its true nature.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

Blue-eyes beneath glass lenses rolled as the only response she got from the Sith Lord was the closing of the bedroom doors. Still, that didn't mean she was going to change into her pj's all willy nilly. Hitching up the bedding she stole, she maneuvered out of her skinny jeans and shirt into a pair of short-shorts and a cotton tank. Ankles caught up in the bottom of the blanket.

#goingdown

A short yelp escaped from her mouth as she hit the ground in a soft THUMP. #awkward

From her tangled position, she looked upside-down at the closed bedroom doors. Still closed. A sigh of relief escaped her thin-lips. She flopped down on the floor, her back pressed against the warmth of the data terminal. The blanket twisted around her small form like a cocoon. In the moments before sleep, she felt a flicker of something in the force coming from where Cameron was. It was oddly reassuring but she couldn't figure out what it was and her mind easily dismissed it.

And it didn't save her from the batch of nightmares she was about to be entrapped in.

The first scream ripped from her throat a few hours later. The cocoon of blankets transformed to a trapped grave. Limbs struggled as her head whipped on the ground. If the first scream didn't wake-up the sith lord a room over, the second would. But it failed to wake up the slicer, whose sub-conscious continued to drown in the thralls of torture by Sage Bane.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The Sith Lord had only just deigned to attempt sleep a little under an hour before he was abruptly forced out of his slumber by the sound of a distinctly feminine scream. Bolting upright, Cameron's Sith Sword immediately shot from its sheathed position on the floor and into his right hand. Silver-green eyes swept his immediate surroundings before determining nothing was afoot in the room.

However, it was the second scream that forced a single eyebrow to perk in curiosity as the Sith Lord's gazed focused on the door. Regardless of the fact that Cameron barely knew [member="Spark Finn"], he was not about to just abandon her to an ill-fate if it could be prevented. He needed the woman, and he needed her mostly unblemished. So by extension...she also needed to be not dead.

Vaulting from the comfort of the bed, Cameron crossed the rest of the bedroom in a stride and a half, motioning open the door with a subtle wave of his free hand. Emerging out into the expansive living room, the Sith Lord found the woman still asleep. Exhaling softly, the Corstris shook his head as he made his way over to a chair. Sitting up straight, Cameron placed both of his palms on top of his sword's pommel as he expanded his presence gently into the woman's mind to nudge her awake. Wake up, Spark.

Wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, the Sith Lord's impassive mask remained focused on the young woman. With his left hand, Cameron turned on a small light perched on the table next to him. The resultant effect was a slightly less creepy version of his entire form cloaked in darkness save for the bright intensity of his eyes.

Though he supposed the trade-off was his now very visible, less-than-clothed body, adorned in a number of Sith Tattoos across his upper body and upper arms.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

Wake up Spark.

Sage's manic grin increased until his face distorted. Cracks of crimson appeared through his face until her entire dream pooled with blood. There was another presence. One that waited on the edges, calling her out of the nightmare. Tiny-fist swung through the air in the waking world hitting....nothing but air. Tangled-blonde-haired-head jerked to the side. Blue-eyes flew open.

Another scream ripped through her throat as she jerked awake. #fullyawake

Heart threatened to leap into her throat and out her mouth. Wild-gaze squinted at the light. Hands fumbled for her glasses. Cameron came into focus. #allofhim

Bony-shoulders bobbed up and down as she caught her breath, hands going to her head. Blue-eyes stared into green. Her breathing tempered back to something normal. She sat there for awhile. Suspended. As if trying to convey something silent to the sith lord. Unsure of what to do or say. Unsure if opening her mouth would betray herself - her own feelings. Her own trauma. Her own weaknesses. Her own vulnerability.

So, silent she remained, wide-eyed blues never breaking away from the intensity of his gaze. #datglowthough

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Cameron's gaze remained unwavering as his mind rolled over several scenarios. Obviously, he was not a psychic, and he generally preferred not to walk through the memories and dreams of others. Sure, he was quick to force his control upon another mind, but that was decidedly less intimate. Outside of that, the Sith Lord's mental manipulations were anything but gentle...lack of practice relegated him to a state where finesse was decidedly lacking in such an action.

Vibrantly blue eyes...

Ashmedai's thoughts drifted to another for a moment, causing another bubble of light in his otherwise dark presence, before returning to the present. It was actually not going to be easy for him to pretend to have an emotional connection to this woman. In the past it wouldn't have mattered...he wouldn't have actually needed an emotional connection to portray one with ease. The Sith Lord could certainly still do it, but it would require the commission of a much larger degree of mental resources. He was not superbly keen on the degradation of his senses as a result.

Cameron Centurion, historically, didn't actually fall for anyone. When he did though...it was quite potent. Clearing his throat slightly, the Sith Lord lightly tapped the fingers of his left hand on the top of his right palm. "Fear can kill surer than any physical threat this galaxy possesses." The message was a simple one...face your fears and understand them for what they are. If this was a common occurrence, it was proof that whatever tortured her soul in the night...was weaker than her, or she would cease to exist.

Simple but...probably not super clear to the technophile.

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

Arms finally lowered. Tangled-mop of blonde hair cascaded down her neck and shoulders. #bedhead Clammy-fingers came to rub along the skin of her legs. Up and down. Up and down. Blues never looked away from his gaze. Maybe once down to his outstretched palm, then back up. She felt a vulnerability from the sith lord. Maybe. He seemed a slightly different man than the one from a few hours ago.

More depth and more mystery.

A tremble ran through her thin-body, suddenly feeling the cold of the room. "I don't know why it happens," she finally found her voice, though it's throaty and raw from the screaming. And it wasn't true. She knew why it happened. She lived through the nightmare. #PTSD Hands stopped along her legs, fingers digging into her thighs.

"It seems torture isn't so easily forgotten." The admittance was slow, knowing full well the one before her had the potential to warp and use her vulnerability to his advantage. To shatter her. And torture wasn't easily forgotten. Even after her shared experiences with Gabriel Sionoma. Ava the healer. Coren, her ex-relationship.

Maybe Cameron would see that's why she reacted as strongly as she did. A few hours ago. Because she refused to be the battered victim. She was a survivor. Not a victim.

Mouth opened as if to say more. Something of more substance. But a shiver ran through her again and instead she asked, "You're not cold?"

#chest #tattoos #sith

 

[Cameron Centurion]

A single eyebrow arched with a mixture of intrigue and disbelief. Cameron certainly would not forbid her a negative reaction to torture. However, he tended to view the claims of others on that particular subject through jaded lenses. For a moment, his mind drifted back to Lord Alathor. In an instant Cameron could smell his parents' bodies being burned alive. He could see how the orange-red flames cascade up their exposed skin, turning already bronzed complexions completely black. It was not a scene that any child should have to bear witness to, and Alathor had ensured that Cameron did not miss a second of it.

The pain of that sight, that lasting memory was the only thing that saw him through the mental and physical abuse at the hands of the man that, eventually, became his first master. Alathor had prayed on Cameron's seething, unalienable hatred for him, and it had worked beautifully. So beautifully in fact...that it had lead to the elder Sith Lord's death.

Throughout the course of Cameron's personal trip down memory lane, the chilling darkness of his presence returned once more, much more potent than it had been during his earlier interaction with [member="Spark Finn"]. Purple-white tendrils of force lightning crackled instinctively around Cameron's knuckles and cascaded down the length of the crimson blade which began to glow almost orange-hot. Silver-green eyes appeared to be gazing intently at Spark, but they were part of the serene exterior of Cameron's expression, hiding the turmoil inside.

Even in death, Alathor's victory over Cameron had been complete. The once considerate, respectful boy turned into an animal, a creature that existed off the misery of others. His entire life had been steeped in that misery, and he had come out stronger for it...defeating a man that in the mind of Cameron had been invincible for so many years. The entire purpose of his life was to elevate society to a higher level of competency by forcing them to realize the true extent of their potential through conflict.

Hundreds of years later, the Sith Lord had matured, growing in size and power. His knowledge of the Force and Sith Arts had reached heights he'd never even truly thought possible simply because...he was not ready, not strong enough. With every situation that Cameron Centurion endured, he learned, he got better. Fast forward into a relationship filled with actual love...an emotion he never again thought would be possible. Was his marriage to [member="Amorella Shamalain"] perfect? Not in the slightest, but she had challenged him, taught him new ways to view himself and the rest of the galaxy. In his struggle to balance the core of who he was with the longing desire in his heart, he discovered even more about what he was capable of enduring and performing.

Slowly, the tendrils of lightning receded, and the crimson blade returned to its usual color. The entirety of the suite had actually gotten cooler throughout the display, warming to its original temperature by the time Cameron snapped out of his silent reverie.

A long, steady exhale escaped Cameron's lips as he blinked several times. The greatest trauma of his life...had set into motion the course of the rest of his life, a life wherein he repeatedly took his greatest struggles and forced himself to overcome them. The method was not always pretty...in fact it was typically quite messy but... Different strokes for different folks. "Torture, like most traumatic experiences, is never forgotten. You have to accept it, allow it to be with you always. Remember that it was a situation which you survived. Despite what happened you continue to live and grow. You gain knowledge and strength regardless of what someone or something did to you. Through our greatest trials and tribulations, we gain the greatest insight to who we truly are and what we are capable of."

Pausing for a moment, Cameron realized he had strayed into an area of preaching. That was not his intention. Spark was not a student...not even really a friend. She was a new acquaintance, an associate in a directed task. No... She was a kindred spirit. While still holding her gaze, Cameron flicked his left wrist slightly. A large fire immediately sprang to life in the fireplace to his right as a thin smile touched his lips. "Mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

#allthefeels

The blonde didn't move an inch during the sith's darkening presence or the light display. #stingylightning #prettypurple #fireworks! Well, she didn't move except for the clattering of her teeth and trembling of her fingertips. And when he spoke, she knew. He was speaking from experience. The technopath-introvert struggled with intuition. But with this, she just knew.

They may not have been cut from the same cloth but their cloths had gone through some very similar experiences. #kindred

She jerked slightly when the fire popped to life but didn't hesitate in scooching closer. Hands released their grip around her legs and went to hover in the heat it offered. A ghost of a smile broke through the fading tense and tortured expression on her sleep deprived face at Cameron's closing quip.

"Feed the right wolf."

Blues finally broke away from his greens, traveling briefly over the tattoos on his chest to finally settle on the fire.

"Told you I should've had the be-," sentence was never finished as their hotel room door exploded. Adekos' guards were instantly killed. Like breathing, a protective force bubble shimmered to life briefly encasing herself and the sith lord within its safety. Debris and contents of the mini fridge flung through the air like weapons only to crash and shatter a few feet short against her invisible wall.

#nomoreminisnacks #butthechips! #andminispirits #sadface

Two red-lightsabers cut through the billowing smoke of where the doorway had been as a massive trandoshan and wookie entered. They assessed the blonde and the tattooed man for a half second before a clawed finger pointed at her pj-wearing-form.

"Take her."

Then, they advanced.

#rude #gulp #mooshyfeelingtimeover

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The thin smile that had settled over the Sith Lord's features lingered for a moment at [member="Spark Finn"]'s retort, but it evaporated almost instantly as the Force whispered a faint warning. Silver-green eyes turned in the direction of the door less than a half a heartbeat before it exploded inward. Reacting similarly to the woman that had sequestered herself on the floor in front of the fire, the large Sith Lord erected his own protective barrier of energy around the two, not exactly noticing that Spark was doing the same. However, the barrier was dropped the instant debris was no longer a true problem.

"Take her."

Silver-green eyes locked with the Trandoshan and Wookie intruders. In the same instant, purple-white tendrils of force lightning cascaded the length of his crimson blade as the large Sith vaulted to his feet and a crushing blast of repulsive force energy erupted from his position in a one hundred and eight degree arc at the subtle motion of a hand. The wave of energy served principally as a distraction tactic to unbalance his opponents. Cameron Centurion did not offer the opportunity to surrender...with extremely limited exception...to his enemies.

Even as the two regained whatever footing they had lost, they would find a mere blur of the Sith Lord's large frame crashing towards them with his lightning-encased, crimson blade raised.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

Her force bubble dropped at the same time as the sith lord's. The other two sith #omgeeehowmanyarethere??? stumbled backwards from Cameron's play. With a guttural roar #rawr the wookie shoved the trandoshan aside toward Spark and sent a powerful force blast at Cameron's blurred form.

Blue eyes tore away from Cameron and the wookie. The blonde knew the man with the tattoos could handle him. #hopefully. She had other problems. Like a lightsaber swinging lizard. #slobber #totesgross

Mind lurched forward and into the components of the sith's lightsaber. The force worked for the technopath in wondrous ways. Perhaps he had a bit of warning through the force because with a look of surprise, he released his lightsaber hilt as it exploded.

BOOM

Tripping over blankets, she was knocked back and into the chair Cameron very recently inhabited. She couldn't see what kind of impact of any it had on Cam and the wookie. If the wookie was still alive. The trandoshan screamed, holding a bloody stump at his elbow where his arm had been. With murder in his eyes, he raised a blaster and fired off crimson bolts in her direction.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

The Sith Lord wasn't sure how either of the intruders had managed to not be sent crashing through the wall behind them, but he didn't permit himself much time to postulate on the rather distinct return action. Rather than work against the invisible field of energy thrown his way, wasting precious stores of his own energy, the Sith Lord smirked.

His feet left the ground rather quickly, but he'd sailed less than maybe two feet before his entire presence blurred into wispy blue trails of light before seemingly accelerating into...nothingness. Though his visual presence had faded from sight, it was not without obvious work, accompanied by a moderate crack. Half a second later, however, a much louder crack shattered the atmosphere of the large suite as familiar lines of energy erupted behind the wookie.

Still facing the direction he had been earlier, the large Sith Lord emerged back-to-back with his foe. Fortunately for Cameron, he'd expected the reversal, and it was a simple affair to thrust the alchemical, crimson blade of his sword directly through the wookie's midsection. In practically the same movement, the dark-skinned Corstris native reversed his grip and spun towards his right. Before he had even completely reoriented himself back in the direction of [member="Spark Finn"] and the trandoshan, he ripped the weapon upwards violently, allowing the Force to infuse his muscles to ease the effort.

Whatever screams radiated from the wookie were silenced rather quickly as the animal was split in two. Leveling his silver-green gaze at the trandoshan, Cameron Centurion sneered, taking on a predatory look that only signaled his emotions were being pushed towards the limit.

Though he was the one pushing them. It was the element he had adapted to so many centuries ago as an adolescent Sith Disciple.

Purple-white tendrils of force lightning erupted from the end of the Sith Lord's blade towards the remaining target.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Cameron Centurion"]

Slightly stunned and choking on the fumes of burning flesh and smoke in the room, blue-eyes widened at the sudden draw of the trandoshan. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered what happened between Cameron and the wookie. The halved body was right over there. Mind automatically reached forward for the lizard dude's tech just as Cameron released his purple lightning.

#pretty

But also just as the trandoshan's trigger finger pressed down.

#feth

He was electrocuted as his other hand was most likely blown off as his blaster exploded from Spark's mechu-deru. But Spark didn't see it because she pitched herself to the side, taking the chair and herself down in a tangle of gangly-limbs, blonde hair, and broken furniture. She felt a burn cut through the cotton of her night shirt and bite into the pale flesh beneath on the outside part of her upper arm.

Blonde-haired head whipped up as she peeked from behind the pitched over chair.

One hand clutched protectively over the burn on her arm. But the rest of her was ready to help Cameron if he needed it. The thing was, she knew he wouldn't need it.

#woundgonnaruinmydress #rudesith

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Since [member="Spark Finn"] had already done Cameron the favor of exploding his second foe's primary weapon moments ago, the Sith Lord was not terribly worried about the large, grotesque trandoshan using his lightsaber to attempt to absorb the raw power no coursing through his entire body. Silver-green eyes watched with a surprisingly cool indifference as Cameron stalked forward, his movements surprisingly light and fluid for an individual of his size.

About the time that Spark blew up the man's blaster, removing his ability to do anything pleasing the rest of his life. And they call Sith cruel... Infusing his attack with every fiber of his being, the Sith Lord watched as the trandoshan began to crumple from his body practically being burned from the inside out. Ceasing his attack, Cameron motioned with his free hand, sending a wave of energy strong enough to thrown the beaten trandoshan into the large windows that had been obscured by drawn curtains.

Given the trandoshans sheer mass, his body collapsed through the window, ripping out curtains along with it. For a moment, Cameron merely stared after the trandoshan's body before shifting his gaze to Spark. The purple-white lightning dissipated just before the Sith Lord sheathed it once more, beads of sweat beginning to form along his exposed chest. Cameron said nothing for another few moments as his gaze merely lingered over Spark's form.

"You should put some Bacta on that," he said casually, motioning to her wound. Turning he began to proceed towards the bedroom once more, calling over his shoulder. "We'll be moving to alternate accomodations by the way. I know of a place near the Grand Corridor." Pausing at the entrance to the bedroom, the Sith Lord half-turned to regard Spark one last time. "It has a second bedroom. Next time, just tell me that you're a screamer." Cameron offered Spark a half-joking, suggestive wink before disappearing into the room once more to throw on some clothes and pack what he had just unpacked.