Dark Whispers, Dead Tuskens, and a Crimson Flower

[Udrusa Chagteath]

On Tatooine, specifically in one of the many caves that the Tuskens tended to inhabit, there stood a single woman in form-fitting armor standing across from a robe humanoid. A crimson blade, humming in an almost violent way, was impaled through its stomach. With a energetic-like slicing sound, the blade was withdrawn from the Tusken's torso, the dying creature being added to the several dozen corpses strewn about the cave in various states of cauterized dismemberment, or forcibly twisted spines, heads, and arms.

They were all either cut to pieces, telekinetically crushed from thrown objects or sheer mental power, or mangled corpses with dozens, if not hundreds, of shattered bones and ruptured organs, pools of blood forming around them from the several different orifices on their bodies.

Sheathing her blade and setting it on her belt, the Crimson Flower, aka Acolyte Udrusa, sighed when the deed was done, and this local tribe of Tuskens was exterminated to the last child and pet. Taking a Sith Holocron that she had found among the dead (These Tuskens were twisted creatures, corrupted and driven even more mad than usual by the Dark Side. They actively raped and tortured one another in the worship of their 'god'). How they had come across it, she'll never know, nor care. But now, was her time to open it and study its contents, gain its knowledge and increase her own, before returning it to the Academy Library on Coruscant.

She sat the ancient piece of Sith technology on the ground, sitting in a lotus meditative position as she focuses her mind and body on opening the small, red, glowing pyramid. Even with it closed, she could hear the subtle whispering of the spirits of darkness, and was thus unaware of an approaching Miln happening upon the cave in his explorations...

[member="Milo Tyranne"]

 

[Milo Tyranne]

[member="Udrusa"]

"This ain't right, I tell ya!"
Milo Tyranne frowned, standing in the seat of his small Miln-designed groundcar he had driven to the scene. Shading his eyes with one hand, he looked upon the scene of devastation before him.
"Hell, Jevel, what's to complain about? Damn fools probably camped in front of a Krayt dragon den. Job done for us!"
"Naw, man! You ever see a Krayt leave cauterized wounds? Or BODIES, come to that?"
Milo looked over at the group of humans and other aliens on the back of the nearest speeder truck. They were talking amongst themselves, obviously unnerved by what they had found.
The young Miln explorer had to admit, he could hardly blame them.
Only a few days before, Milo had arrived on Tatooine, the latest stop in his extended tour of the Outer Rim and its many planets. Having paid the exorbitant landing and hangar fees imposed by the local port authorities, and the bribes to various others that hopefully would ensure his small shuttle was not vandalized or outright stolen in his absence, he had begun a scientific survey, setting out in the tiny vehicle he had brought with him to conduct a study of the desert.
Recently, he had stayed in a small moisture farming community known as Anchorhead, where he had first learned of strange goings on out in the Jundland Wastes. Apparently, one of the local Tusken tribes, Tatooine's dangerous locals, had gone crazy, raiding settlements and homesteads all across the region. They were, apparently, even more barbaric and violent than normal, not just raiding for supplies, but slaughtering and utterly destroying anyone and anything they came across.
The second day Milo had been in town, he had gotten first hand experience.
In the night they had come, like a maddened, bladed tide out of the desert. Though they carried ranged weapons, Milo had never seen them used; they attacked with bladed sticks and bare hands, shouting battle cries that sounded more like the insane braying of wounded animals than their own language.
Cornered, Milo had fought them, and had a fresh notch in his left ear to prove it. He had brought 20 fresh magazines for his weapon on his journey, and that night he had used 10 of them, 50 rounds each.
Eventually, the beasts had been driven off.
The next morning, the survivors in Anchorhead had organized a posse, which Milo had joined. Their mission was to go out and find the camp of this maddened tribe, and stamp them out; over a dozen speeders were loaded down with men and weapons for the expedition.
They had found the camp, sure enough.
The tribe had taken refuge in the wide mouth of a cave, though obviously it had not been refuge enough. From where Milo stood, he could see nothing alive, and indeed, felt nothing alive, in the curious way he found he could sense such things.
He had never been able to explain that.
"Kark this, guys; if they're dead, I'm not waiting around to see what killed them!"
Milo felt a spray of sand and turned to see one of the speeders rise on its repulsors to turn and leave. Amid murmurings, several others followed suit; after a moment, the young Miln and his vehicle were suddenly alone.
Milo stared after the retreating vehicles, now little more than rapidly retreating dust plumes.
He gulped, and turned back to the murdered Tusken village...

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A few minutes later, Milo found himself cautiously making his way through the Tusken encampment, submachine-gun drawn and held ready in his hands. His heart thudded in his chest, strongly suppressed instinctual fear tugging at the back of his mind.
If his species could sweat, the young Miln would be drenched.
This is idiotic!
Milo did not know what had compelled him to enter the camp; was not even sure why he had gotten out of his vehicle, for that matter. All around him, he could smell death; as the Tuskens near the mouth of the cave lay in the sun, they had begun to cook, and even the ones further inside had begun to dry out in the arid atmosphere.
There was a clunk behind him, and Milo spun around, aiming his slugthrower in a panic toward the noise.
He lowered it almost immediately.
"...careful, John."
Squat and bulky, Milo's Field Utility Droid, J0-HN, or John, had bumped a discarded gadderffii with its foot. Pausing, it looked down at the weapon, internal components whirring and clicking as its sensors scanned and cataloged the object, before stepping over it and continuing along.
"Apologies, Captain." It replied in a stilted, electronic monotone. "Magnetic ore deposits in the cavern walls are disrupting navigation."
Milo nodded, turning back to look deeper into the cavern.
His nose twitched.
Something smelled; something new.
No... not a smell.
Milo paused.
He knew the scent of decaying Sand People, and this wasn't it. This wasn't even on the air... it was something he felt. A sourness to the air, something strong, and raw...
...powerrrrr...
The young adventurer jumped.
It had been a whisper, or something like one. It came in his mind, soft, indistinct...
...tantalizing.
Fear pulsed through Milo's veins, but suddenly, it ebbed. The feeling, the scent... it was like a promise of strength. Through strength, Milo knew, could come safety...
That thought was hard for his instincts to ignore.
...safffffe...
Milo took an involuntary step forward, the muzzle of his weapon lowering slightly.
He shook his head clear.
What IS that?
With greater intent, Milo raised his weapon once more, and continued forward, accompanied by the whir of John's servos behind him. Deeper in the cavern, the young rodentoid began to become aware of a reddish glow around the next bend, and in his mind, ticklings of what he had come to recognize was a presence.
He rounded the corner, and stopped, suddenly confronted with something he had never seen before.
"...what?"

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Milo Tyranne"]

Eventually, when they had rounded the corner, she already had her Sith-yellow eyes snapped open. There were several lifeforms in here, one of them a newcomer to the galaxy. They came with hostile intent, but not for her... It was for the Corrupted Tuskens she had recently slaughtered. With a soft smirk, the holocron that she had been levitating in front of her slowly lowered to her hands as she rose to her feet, turning to look over he shoulder as she gazed at the gathered people behind her.

A Miln... how interesting.

Her cold eyes land on the rodentoid, and she softly begins to probe the surface of his and the other's minds while still retaining her rather seductive smirk. She could practically taste the fear of most them on her tongue, and spurred her onward as she slowly sauntered towards them. She knew she was outnumbered, and that slugthrower, primitive as it was, would cause her some trouble. So, she decided to... 'convince,' her way out of this scenario, making sure to tinge her already naturally sultry voice with a bit of persuasion with the Force, turning her attention to the Miln, who she deduced was the leader of this... posse.

"What do we have here, now? Weary travelers, come to avenge what they have lost, only to find their quarry all but wiped from existence. Do tell me, what is your name, little one?" She asks as she slowly kneels before the smaller male, looking him straight in the eye as she allows the red pyramid to levitate next to her head, knowing the Dark voices that are probing at their minds. But, they are made of the right mettle to resist the same level of corruption that the Tuskens had fallen to. She slowly, gently, almost teasingly, runs a finger from the back of his bottom jaw to the bottom of his chin, knowing that no male could resist her... feminine charm, combined with the Force, forever.

"And before you ask, Miln, I will not kill you. I have already slain my foes, as you can see. And I respect how you, a supposedly weak, cowardly race, has more spine than those nearly twice your size."

 

[Milo Tyranne]

[member="Udrusa"]

((Just so you know, all the others already left when they saw the dead Tuskens; Milo and his droid are the only two left.))

For a few moments, Milo stood and stared, taking in the sight before him.
Standing in the cavern was a red-skinned female in black, form-fitting armor, which seemed more ornamental than practical, by Miln sensibilities at least. She had black hair, and long, slender, downward-pointed cheek structures.
She was, if Milo could be any judge of humanoid preferences, very attractive. The thought came to the young male's head seemingly unbidden, and he briefly tried to make sense of it.
Isn't there a time and a place?
This contemplation, in turn, was chased out as the female began to walk toward the young Miln, kneeling before him to bring her face level with his own.
"What do we have here, now? Weary travelers, come to avenge what they have lost, only to find their quarry all but wiped from existence. Do tell me, what is your name, little one?"
Milo started to reply, but found himself suddenly distracted by the crimson humanoid's next action. She teased her finger along his jaw; not the scritching that some humans and others had given him, assuming he was some kind of brightly dressed animal, but a more intimate touch, such as an interested Miln female might give to a male...
Renewed attraction and confusion warred in the young explorer's mind. Fear, too, prickled at the back of his consciousness, but already suppressed, it had begun to dwindle.
"And before you ask, Miln, I will not kill you. I have already slain my foes, as you can see. And I respect how you, a supposedly weak, cowardly race, has more spine than those nearly twice your size."
Milo's eyes widened.
Without his noticing, the little rodentoid had again let the muzzle of his weapon droop. Flicking his ears, he tried to bring his mind back under control; instincts decidedly not his own told him this female was friendly, attractive even, but she had just admitted to killing off an entire Tusken encampment, and despite her assurances, that sent up red flags. Though Milo did not stick the weapon in the female's face, he held it ready at the hip, one hand on the grip and trigger, the other cradling the barrel.
Deciding to ignore the rather back-handed nature of the compliment she had given him, he tried to reply.
"I-I..."
Milo felt his cheeks grow hot under the fur of his face, shaking his head slightly to try and clear it.
"...I'm afraid you have me at something of a disadvantage, miss." He replied, his second attempt managing to project much more calm than the first. "Obviously, you know what I am... though I have never seen one of your kind before. And might I say, that is to my detriment."
Despite his flustered state, Milo managed a rather rakish smile, especially for a being only a little over the height of a standard astromech droid. Small as he was, the furred spacer obviously had a keen mind and a strong will, and maybe a little more besides.
He straightened slightly.
"My name, though, is Milo; Captain Milo Tyranne, Miln Astrogational Corps."
For the first time, he noticed the small, ruby-sided pyramid which hovered by the female's shoulder. Something drew his gaze to it, and he cocked his head slightly, the light from John's searchlight glinting off its faceted surface.
He caught himself staring, but merely cocked his head to the other side.
"...er... and if I might ask... who are you? And what..."
His gun lowered a little, the action unnoticed.
"...is that?"

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Milo Tyranne"]

She looks over to the holocron that was currently next to her head. Holding out her hand, she lets the object drop into her hand as she lets the object slide its 'face' closed, the face being where the glowing was at its brightest through an ancient Sith symbol. She turns it about in her slender hand, letting him get a good look at it before her sultry tone picks up once more. She honestly wasn't surprised by his lack of knowledge on what her species was, since most non Sith tend to not know of her kind.

"I, Mister Milo, am a Sith. A true Sith, not the humans, twi'leks, or other species who take up our name in the Sith Order. We are called Purebloods, due to are direct relation to the ancient Sith race of Korribaan, who were interbred with the equally ancient Dark Jed Outcasts through Sith Alchemy and... other ways, that I am sure you are familiar with." Honestly, he wasn't that bad of a looker, despite being nearly half her size and rodentoid. She may very well follow through with her temptations, if it so strikes her fancy. For now, though, he likely had a transport. The rest of his posse, the coward, had already fled. With her smirk ever-present, she slowly rises to her feet and replaces the holocron onto her waist.

"You will tell no one about the object you have seen. It is a Sith Holocron, and that is all you must know. Now, do you happen to have somewhere I may rest, or at least a transport I may ride with you in to Mos Eisley?"

 

[Milo Tyranne]

[member="Udrusa"]

Milo, himself, understood maybe half of what the strange alien said of her origins. Milo's species had only been possessed of hyperdrive for the last 50 years, and intensive exploration had only been going on for the last 35 or so; precious little time to become acquainted with the other inhabitants of the Galactic disc, and their myriad, apparently interconnected histories.
The word Jedi, though, stuck in Milo's thoughts. He didn't know what they were - species, ideology, organization, perhaps more - but something deep, deep inside, beyond even instinct, spoke to him when he considered them.
They are important. Mark them, learn more later.
His cheeks flared again when the female mentioned the melding of the Sith race with the Dark Jedi, whoever they were, and his recently notched ears swiveled to more direct attention.
"You will tell no one about the object you have seen. It is a Sith Holocron, and that is all you must know. Now, do you happen to have somewhere I may rest, or at least a transport I may ride with you in to Mos Eisley?"
At its mention, Milo's attention was once again drawn to the hovering object, which the Sith had plucked out of the air and attached to her belt, displaying it to him before she did so.
...sssssstrength...
That strange, alluring whisper again... it was, he realized, related to the crystal pyramid; the Holocron, she had called it. The Sith had told him that its name was all he needed to know, and that he was not allowed to speak of it.
Exactly the wrong things to say to a scout of the M.A.C.
For the moment, though, the young Miln brought his mind back to the other things the female had said.
"I have a groundcar outside." He confirmed, acting justly slightly more dazed than he was. "It's closer from here to Anchorhead than Mos Eisley, though, and that's where I've been staying the past couple of days. I'll be headed back there, probably to stay the night, but I'll be headed back to the spaceport either tomorrow morning or early the day after."
He smiled, charming to the last.
"If you are indeed in need of transport, I would be happy to have you along. If you're in a hurry, you can probably even find transport in Anchorhead to Mos Eisley as early as tonight."

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Milo Tyranne"]

Her smirk slowly grew to a smile as he explained his current destination. She would normally have just left as soon as she arrived to the town, and kill whoever saw her, but... He was a cut above the others she had met. She chuckled to herself as she nodded to him. Looking over her shoulder to the corpses, she gives an indifferent huff as she studied those she had recently slaughtered. Normally, she would have left the settlements to fight the Tuskens on their own, but they had a Holocron in their possession, and recovering it and returning it to Darth Ophidia would advance her power, possibly even grant her the spot of apprentice to Ophidia.

"Mmm, indeed. What shall I give to you in return for your assistance here? I'm afraid I have no money."

She tilts her head to the side and crosses her arms, just barely accentuating her bosom as she awaits his answer, as well as for when they would move out. She wished to leave this disgusting place, and she had placed a few incineration bombs to set the place on fire and burn the corpses. She may come back here to meditate later, as it had become something of a minor Dark Side Nexus. Speaking of incineration bombs...

"We may also wish to leave soon. I have several incineration detonators in place to burn these corpses and their village. And I don't think you want yo be in here when that happens, especially with your fur."

 

[Milo Tyranne]

[member="Udrusa"]

"Mmm, indeed. What shall I give to you in return for your assistance here? I'm afraid I have no money."
Milo's eyes couldn't help but flick down to the Sith's praiseworthy chest as she not-so-innocently inquired after his price; Miln females, generally, did not have such proportionately large bosoms as many humanoid species, but Milo privately found he had developed an appreciation for such things.
A Miln could get lost in those. He thought briefly, though he tried to keep his mind on track.
The young rodentoid did give a bit of a wider smile, however.
"Well, I'm sure it will be pleasant to have company on the trip... aside from John, of course."
At its name, the Utility Droid swiveled its turret-like head toward Milo and the Sith. Looking over his shoulder at it, Milo waved.
"Ah, yes, John? Go back to the car and adjust the passenger seat for the lady here. Once you've finished that, strap yourself onto the rear cargo mount and wait for us. We'll be right behind you."
"Aye, Captain."
As John trundled away, Milo's ears swiveled and perked again at the Sith's next words.
"We may also wish to leave soon. I have several incineration detonators in place to burn these corpses and their village. And I don't think you want yo be in here when that happens, especially with your fur."
Turning again, Milo shouted after his droid.
"John! Quick as you can, if you please!"
"Aye, Captain!"
Smiling, Milo stepped aside, gesturing for the Sith female to precede him out of the cave. He looked around anxiously, for the first time noting a couple of detonator packs in a nearby corner.
Striding along quickly after the strange alien, the young Miln did an admirable job keeping his cool.
"If you plan on staying in Anchorhead tonight, I would recommend the local cantina; it isn't big, but the drinks aren't bad. I was planning on spending some time there tonight myself."
He let his smile become something of a smirk.
"And if you need a place to stay, the room I'm renting is always open..."
After a little walking, Milo and his new companion exited into the blinding desert sun, crossing the dunes to where the tiny groundcar was parked. The passenger side had been lowered and adjusted for the Sith's comfort, and Milo gestured to it.
"You may want to belt in; I'm afraid these groundcars don't have quite the same smooth ride as a speeder. It'll get us to Anchorhead, though."

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Milo Tyranne"]

Seeing the... wheeled speeder, the 'car,' made her pause for only a moment. So the records were true, and Miln truly are primitives. Of course, that didn't matter to her at the moment as she sat herself into the passenger seat (A somewhat tight squeeze) and took the holocron in her hands. Looking back over her shoulder to the cave, she smirked to herself as she withdrew a detonator, her thumb hovering over the small, red button. Giving a glance to the Miln, she offers him another smirk as she looks back to the cave that will soon be engulfed in plasma fire.

"If you like big explosions, then look behind us, Milo." With that, she press the detonator, watching as the night sky is lit up by the roaring fires. If one were to look close enough, they would see a strange fire in her eyes, and not the usual reflection. Her skin, crimson as it is, reflects the fire rather well in the night, and many humanoid men would have been attracted by the sight. Whether a Miln would be, is unknown to her, but she is not actively thinking about that.

No, her thoughts are elsewhere, specifically what all is going to happen tonight, and whether she shall be rewarded with being Darth Ophidia's apprentice or not for finding another lost Sith Holocron. She doubted it would really happen, but there was always that small hope... Perhaps she should explain to Milo what the Sith truly are... But she has a good feeling that he'll find out, soon enough.

Turning over to study the rodentoid's face, she tilts her head to the side as she mulls over what his likely thoughts on the One Sith will be... Even if the One Sith is structurally and militarily superior to the old Galactic Empire.

"Well me, what do you know of the Galactic Empire?"

 

[Milo Tyranne]

[member="Udrusa"]

At the Sith's prompting, Milo looked back over his shoulder at the cave, the little buggy cresting a dune as the cave they had left behind erupted like a burning hydrocarbon well. Ears folding briefly flat as he braced against the concussion, the young explorer watched the camp burn.
Milo chastised himself for not having learned enough about the sand people to know if their death rights included cremation; if so, they had received a fine sendoff, however corrupted they may have been in life.
"A little excessive, maybe?" The Miln quipped, turning back to the dunes ahead as he drove. Behind him, on the cargo mount, John rattled as the groundcar raced along.

Staring into the distance, Milo contemplated his passenger.
He had never heard of the Sith before today; did not really know what to think of this one, consequently. Evidently, her species and her order shared a name, which had to be confusing at times. More than that, the young adventurer wondered just what the values of the Sith were; was this an order he - and by extension, his government - ought to be consorting with?
She did apparently waste a whole Tusken village by her lonesome. He reminded himself. At the very least, that makes her a strong ally, of ally she is.
If she were indeed that, Milo couldn't say. She did make him tingle, though, and not just in the way an attractive female would have. She could sense something on her, in her; that same raw, vaguely sour sensation he had first experienced coming into the cave.
Is that her, though? Or is it the Holocron?
The Holocron. That was something else, too.
Milo had no idea what a Holocron was; whatever it was, it seemed it could hover, which Milo supposed was not unusual given how common such technology seemed to be. Then again, had it been hovering on its own? For some reason, it seemed more likely that the Sith was somehow causing it.
But that's crazy talk. He thought to himself. And anyway, there has to be something really special about it, other than that it glows and maybe hovers... that voice, maybe? It must have something to do with that...
Just then, Milo caught the Sith studying him at him, and glanced over at her. He was about to ask her a question, when she spoke.
"Tell me, what do you know of the Galactic Empire?"
The unexpected question caught Milo off guard. Raising his eyebrows, he cut in the car's cruise control.
"What... you mean Palpatine's Empire?"
The young Miln considered.
He shrugged.
"Bear in mind, my people don't know the whole story about that particular government." Milo replied, looking again into the distance. "We have a few facts we've been able to learn in our exploration and from contact with other cultures, and our own direct experience. It's not very flattering."
He drummed his 8 digits on the steering wheel.
"8 centuries ago, the Empire came to my home-world. At that time, we had sublight space travel, and had begun to mine and colonize a lot of our inner solar system. We had asteroid mines, shoals of gigantic orbital habitats... there were billions of us alive, back then. We were peaceful people, we had no concept of what a war was, before we found ourselves fighting one."
He shook his head.
"I'll skip the details, but basically, the Empire wanted our resources. We had plenty to spare, so we gave them a few asteroids to mine; they wanted more. We gave, and gave, and when we finally put our foot down, they started killing us."
Milo's fingers stopped drumming, and he gripped the steering wheel with a hard expression on his face, still staring away into the dunes ahead.
"We started to learn to fight, but we couldn't learn fast enough to win. By the time the dust settled, Hafnip, my people's home, had been bombarded into an uninhabitable ruin, and only 15 million were left out of over 100 billion. For centuries after that, we survived at a subsistence level... no population growth, no real technological progress, just a handful of scared mice fighting to stay alive in deep space, for generations."
He looked over at the Sith.
"From what we understand, the Emperor was killed only about a decade after that, and the Empire basically collapsed in the years afterward. I suppose it's kind of ironic; the Empire falls, and my people are still here, centuries later, despite their best efforts."
He shook his head.
"They say the Empire fell to a rebellion, is that true? Would've loved to be part of that... or at least seen it."

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Milo Tyranne"]

"Aye, a rebellion. Palpatine, or Darth Sidious, was a Sith Lord, the greatest of us in terms of power... He was also a damned madman. He should have realized how effective you could have been as scouting forces. Destroying your world was a waste to the galaxy, and was completely pointless." She sighs as she opens up her left hand, the holocron immediately levitating upwards while her right hand opens up just above it, almost like a claw. A moment afterwards, Force Lightning bursts forth from her opened hand and arcs towards the Holocron, the dark whispering growing more intense in its ancient, hissing tongue, until the glow grows brighter. Inside, when the side facing her pushes outward and slides up, a single, ancient dark red crystal, only found in the Qixoni system.

Letting the lightning dissipate, she pulls the Qixoni crystal to her open 'lightning hand,' her smile only growing to show clean, almost shining, white teeth. As the holocron closes, she sets it down, taking the powerful lightsaber crystal in her hand as she closely studies it, to make sure it is not a fake.

"I can also sense your thoughts, Milo. The holocron does not hover on its own, I was the one levitating it, just as I was the one to open it. The Force grants those able to use it powerful abilities, especially the Dark Side."

 

[Milo Tyranne]

[member="Udrusa"]

Milo's eyes widened suddenly at the Sith's words. Slowing to a stop, he parked the groundcar on top of a dune; before them, the first of Tatooine's twin suns was beginning to dip down toward the horizon.
"Palpatine was one of you?!"
Before Milo could say anything else, lightning erupted from the female's hand, and the young Miln let out an instinctive squeal of surprise, flinching back as he watched the display, which was made all the more eerie and intense by the gathering twilight. He watched, dumbfounded, the crackling arcs of Dark Side-imbued electricity, the hovering Holocron and the jewel which his companion pulled from its depths.
And he heard, ringing through his mind, the whispers of the Holocron, voices in a language he did not know, but somehow understood, promising strength, power...
...safety...
The lightning ceased, the Holocron closed and was put away, and Milo continued to stare.
"I can also sense your thoughts, Milo. The Holocron does not hover on its own, I was the one levitating it, just as I was the one to open it. The Force grants those able to use it powerful abilities, especially the Dark Side."
The raw, sour sensation Milo had felt before radiated off the female Sith, and in his mind, Milo formed a connection. This... Force, the Dark Side... this was what he felt. What he had always felt...
But it never felt like this. This must be what the Dark Side feels like... but then, is there a Light Side? Was that what I've touched before?
Milo wrinkled his nose.
"The Dark Side of... the Force, you called it?" He said tentatively, leaning back in his seat. "I thought there was something strange about you... you do feel... dangerous."
He canted his head.
"Tell me, how does this... Force, of yours work?"

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Milo Tyranne"]

She smiles to herself, casting out her senses and focusing them on him when he said 'feel.' Ah, there it is... He is Force Sensitive, and shows interest in the Dark Side. Good, she had found a potential candidate to become Sith. And, as his kind was naturally fearful, he could use his fear to become stronger... If she were able, she would try to take him as an apprentice. But, alas, she was but an acolyte, and could do no such thing, not yet.

But, his thoughts are unguarded, yet I cannot easily breach his mind. Most interesting...

"He was. His apprentice, Darth Vader, killed him to save his own son. Most Sith you will meet... are twisted creatures, who enjoy nothing more than torture for the sake of torture. We all enjoy our power, since the Sith and the Dark Side are the epitome of Survival of the Fittest. We cull the weak, those not worthy to be Sith, and grant the opportunity of great power and strength to those who have what it takes.

She turns to give him an appraising look, her eyes wandering over him as she thinks over her next words. She may very well gain a supporter in the start of her powerbase... Or a potential enemy. If he is an enemy, he will die. She puts on her 'normal' smirk, tucking the Qixoni crystal into a small, metal case on the chest of her armor, crossing her arms and leaning her head back afterwards. He was, indeed, an interesting man, to say the least.

"The Force is all life. The presence of life creates the Force, but life depends on the Force to live. It can be used to heal, to conjure, to destroy, anything. There may be weapons capable of literally destroying entire planets, such as the ancient Death Stars of Palpatine's Empire, but even the most advanced technologies of the Celestials is nothing compared to the power of the Force. And the power of the mysterious Celestials made the now extinct Rakatan Infinite Empire look like nothing, while they in turn made the Galactic Empire look like the Tuskens in comparison. There are so many things I must explain, when I would rather save the time of tonight for more fun opportunities. Wouldn't you agree?"

 

[Milo Tyranne]

[member="Udrusa"]

Milo listened to the Sith's words, noting, absently, that he still didn't know her name. He decided for the moment that it didn't matter; he would find that out, eventually.
He believed now that he was going to find out a lot of things, sooner or later.
The young Miln considered what the Sith told him, thoughtful and quiet. The Force... it was a strange concept; Milo had been to a lot of places, had seen many strange things, but a mystical energy field that was created by life, upon which all life was dependent, and could be harnessed to create or destroy?
I suppose anything is possible. He mused to himself, crossing his slender arms. And it would explain a lot of things...
He brought a hand up, stroking his chin as he continued to listen.
But this has to be only part of the story. She speaks of the Dark Side... what about the Light? There must be such a thing...
Natural curiosity bristled inside the young Miln. He was a scientist, an explorer, a pioneer; he wanted to know, what this strange alien could teach him, and anything else he could besides.
All sides, all aspects.
But thus opportunity is before me, and I have to start somewhere.
The thought made him relax a bit, and he smiled.
"I think... you and I have a lot of ground to cover." He replied, giving a little grin. "And I agree."
Reaching down, Milo started the little groundcar again, and they started off over the dunes again, the headlight snapping on as the twin suns dipped below the horizon, one by one. In the far distance, the lights of Anchorhead could be seen, wavering in the updraft from the desert sands.
"First, we get back to the settlement, and have ourselves a night on the town, eh?"

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Milo Tyranne"]

She smiles to him in return, resting a crimson, glove-covered hand on his leg nearest to her, her smirk only growing as she attempts to make him squirm. She intended to make this night last, through drink, dance, and much, much more. She turns to look over to him, openly looking over his rather impressive physique. She could see his toned muscles, even beneath his fur. He was a toned, good looking man, that's for sure. She looked upon him and thought to herself many different thoughts.

And I looked upon him, and saw that he was good.

"And tonight... you can simply call me Udrusa, love."

She gently, idly rubbed her hand along his leg for a moment, before returning it below her chest to cross her arms once more. She didn't want to make a situation, so she decided to stop the teasing before it got too much for the both of them. She continues to openly study his every detail with her eyes, though...

"Do you dance much? I believe we could find a night club."

 

[Milo Tyranne]

[member="Udrusa"]

With a trademark rakish grin, looked over at the Sith female as she studied him. He noted her look... she was, it seemed, genuinely sizing him up, which peaked his interest; he had half expected her interest before to be feigned, but she had gotten her transportation out of him, and it didn't make sense that she would keep up such a facade longer than that.
She touched his thigh, stroking it gently. Milo, doing his part, sat straighter in his seat, cutting the image of Miln masculinity.
He was, after all, an officer in the Astrogational Corps, and damned if he didn't look the part.
For his part, Milo studied Udrusa - he smiled a little more to himself, happy to have learned her name - out of the corner of his gaze. She was, as he had noted before, particularly striking for a humanoid female; her skin was, to him, exotically smooth, crimson, soft and firm in what most humanoids would consider just the right places, and Milo found he had to agree.
And those yellow eyes... the young Miln didn't know if they were unusual for a Sith or not, but they were another thing about her that was so very different.
Milo liked different; he had left home for different, made finding it his profession.
All part of the job. He thought smugly to himself.
At Udrusa's question, he grinned.
"Dancing, hm?" He replied, speeding up the groundcar a little. "Well, if you want that, there's nothing in Anchorhead... you said you needed to get to Mos Eisley, right?"
Digging in a pocket of his vest, the young Miln extracted a music cassette, slotting it into the buggy's sound system. As the little vehicle accelerated over the desert sands, something lively began to play.
"Hold on tight, Udrusa, we're going a little further than planned!"

A little over an hour later, Milo and Udrusa stepped through the beaded door curtain of a Mos Eisley leap-jump club. Thanks to Udrusa, the bouncer had been no trouble.
"Well, what do you think?" Asked Milo, grinning over at her.

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Milo Tyranne"]

She smiled when they entered the club, looking around at the large crowd of young dancers, none of them older than her by more than maybe five years. She looked over to him, nodding her approval as she sauntered forward, looking over her shoulder as she swayed her hips side to side for him. The music was getting her blood pumping, her heart pounding, and her excitement all the more intense. She would hold out a bit longer though, to look the part of the strong Sith Lady.

She had a good hold of the smaller one's hand while she lead him over to an empty, private booth, one that had a sliding curtain. Perfect for the performance she was going to show her date for the night. It may not have been official, but this may as well have been a date, by every definition. She slowly guided him in, sliding the curtain closed behind them as the booth rotated around, making double sure nobody was able to walk in on them. Of course, she couldn't go very far, not in here. They would be in SO much trouble if she did, and she happened to like the atmosphere of this club.

"Have a seat, love. Just rest your eyes upon this performance." She whispers to him a soft, sultry voice as she pops out one of her shapely hips, her eyes roaming over his exposed chest and stomach almost non stop. She has danced before, but only with a pole, before she had joined the Sith Order. Never had she danced since then, and never this intimately in her life, had she danced the way she was about to. Slowly, she slips off her gloves, followed by her armored vambraces, until her lean, taught muscles in her arms were exposed.

Timeskip a moment later, and she was exposed in her undergarments to him, which were all black and rather revealing. In the center of the booth, there was a rather sturdy table, built for both holding drinks and an occasion like this. Her armor was strewn about the floor, and her valuables all piled in a single area. Her yellow eyes stared into his with heavy lids and a deep, fiery, intimate passion, as she slowly saunters over to him, slightly exagerating the sway in her hips while she stares into his eyes.

 

[Milo Tyranne]

[member="Udrusa"]

Milo smiled, following a little behind Udrusa as she explored the club, his gaze falling on the switch of her hips as she investigated the club. He could tell she was maintaining an expected demeanor, but all the same, she seemed lighter now, freer, less mysterious and intimidating than she had been in the cave, and more like a regular person out having some good, clean fun.
Well, maybe not so clean, if Milo did not miss the purpose in the exaggerated sway of her hips as she walked in front of him.
He was surprised, though, when she took him by the arm, leading him to a private booth at the back of the club. The two walked through a privacy screen, the thudding music outside slightly muffled in the more intimate space.
"Have a seat, love. Just rest your eyes upon this performance."
Briefly dumbfounded, Milo did take a seat, and reclined further as, indeed, his evening seemed to really begin...

*immediately following too hot for SWRP!*