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Vyri stared at him in disbelief. She didn't often willingly load herself into policing vehicles, but the saber he had leveled was remarkably convincing. Her shoulder tingled from where he had brushed skin, proof that he had indeed fixed a dropped strap.

So she hadn't hit her head and made up the exchange.

...alright, she huffed internally, ducking down and tripping over her still numb legs. It took a little bit of clumsy effort, none of which her ego appreciated, but she did manage to get her waking limbs into the seat. She waited with a stiff back for him to join her, her cheeks a cool wash of color as the public gaze drew onto the scene. Yeah, whatever.

The top closed, encasing them in the stuffy silence of the vehicle. Her body flopped back as they started off. She strained, getting herself up straight again.

"...No," she corrected after a long moment. The crowds were left behind, along with the prying eyes. Her cuffed hands reached out, sliding across his thigh. "I was thinking more like a hotel. They have heating." She looked up at him, biting her lip.

And if there was any room for confusion, her fingers traced lightly up the seam of his inner thigh.
 
"Normal people actually enjoy the company of others, Alkor," Eversio explained as they walked through the Courtyard of Villa Obscurum. "Sometimes they even spend time together, or get romantically involved."

"I have witnessed such things," Alkor admitted. "The chemical responses in the body are akin to the spice my mother was addicted to."

"...right, if you're done, I can continue?"

"My apologies, Brother. Do go on."

"If you're going to learn how to lie your way into the Queen Mother's bed so that you can kill her, you're going to have to listen very carefully. First, there's the talk..."


The conversation came back to him as Vyri touched his leg, and the Dark Jedi stared down at her without a trace of amusement. "If you wanted to check into a hotel, you should have done that instead of trying to rob someone," Alkor said. He wasn't playing dumb. He just wasn't playing along.

"If you insist on warmth, I can actually give you a formal introduction to my lightsaber." His hand took her wrist, and he returned it to her lap. "But I'm sure that won't be necessary, and we can conclude our business together amicably. Am I wrong?"

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Vyri sat stiff-backed into the seat. Her hands remained firmly on her side of the speeder. "I don't see why you have to keep bringing that thing into this." Distaste laced her tone.

The pout dropped, her gaze turned hard. She frowned heavily into her own reflection on the windshield. A painful silence filled the car as the woman mulled.

Not a 'ladies' kinda man. That was fine. There would surely be another. Or a prison riot. Or a break out. Or... a light sentence she could somehow skip out of? All her past escapades slipped through her mind, giving her a glimmer of hope and unreasonable confidence. She would get out of this. Always did.

"Where are you taking me then?" She asked, a lazy edge entering her tone.
 
"Same reason Jedi do it," Alkor replied. Normal people reasoned that the monastic order kept the blades to fight back against the forces of evil. In reality, the threat of peace was often all the deterrent necessary to prevent conflict. While the Knights Obsidian were hardly the Keepers of the Peace that Jedi claimed to be, the fact remained that they maintained order in the Confederacy. It paid to draw influence from effective sources.

Alkor was no Jedi, and that was obvious.

"I have some questions," he told her finally. "To that end, we're going to a former Alliance holding facility that hasn't been repurposed or populated. The Viceroy of Druckenwell has given clearance for me to use it for the duration of your detention so that we don't interfere with any local law enforcement."

He kept his gaze even on the windshield. "The hope is that you can get back what you stole and we can reimburse the business owner for their losses. Financial security is important to the people of this Confederacy, and if they start to worry about their profits..."

Alkor didn't need to tell the woman that they would go elsewhere to do their business. That was just common sense. "Barring that, I may be forced to make an example of you to prevent any future crimes of this kind."

He didn't necessarily mean it in the lethal sense, but she didn't need to know that. "Your cooperation would be greatly appreciated in the matter," he told her.

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Vyri let out a low, long whistle, kicking her feet up on the dashboard.

"Not gonna happen," was all she said, her confident tone ringing out through the vehicle.
 
Alkor dealt with all kinds. The resistance to authority was more than common, but her brazen attitude about her situation was not. Perhaps she felt she had nothing to lose, or she was trying to edge herself into a better bargaining position.

He saw threatening her had worked. Perhaps if he pressed that angle a bit more firmly, he would exact results. "Is there anyone who would miss you if you went missing?" he asked, nonchalant. "I'd like to make sure the flowers are forwarded properly in the event it becomes necessary."

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Vyri snorted, the angle of her gaze staring out the window masking the flair of her nostril. Yes there was someone who would miss her. Though not anymore then they might miss a loaf of bread on a hungry night, or a blanket when they were cold.

She was a means to an end, she knew it. She accepted it.

Didn't mean she wanted to die to prove it.

She crossed her arms, not letting him get any other reaction from her. "Posture all you want, but unless you plan on using that unrealistically long glow stick of yours, my answers cant be bought." It was a strangely true statement. Short of death, he would find Vyri to be frustratingly loyal to her employers.

She let her head roll his direction, her brows raised in lazy judgement. "Micropenis then? i wouldn't be so self-conscious," she concluded, looking back away from him. "I hear it's a perfectly common condition."
 
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Alkor said nothing at first, ambivalent to the fact that she played so fast and loose with her well-being. If she would not yield answers, the Dark Jedi had little use for her. It would have been easy enough to put the lightsaber through her, say that she resisted and be done with it. The paperwork was annoying enough to give him pause.

Instead, when she spoke about his equipment, Alkor stared at her deadpan. His hands shuffled for a moment with the seat of his pants. "As you can see, that is not an issue."

Part of him wondered if letting her play out her half-baked seduction attempt would shut her up. He was almost tempted, except he knew that when the report made it to Isley's desk, his Brother would never let it go.

No, that wasn't acceptable.

He oriented himself back to proper uniform conditions. "If you cooperate, you are in no danger of being stabbed with any of my sticks," he said. "If not, well, I make no promises."

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Vryi glance fell down.

A slight smile hit her lips, the thief looking back up and away as his threats continued to fall. “And here you go threatening me with a good time again. It ever dawn on you a bit of danger might get me going?“ Her toes flexed in her boots, her legs shuffling a little further apart on the dashboard.

“No?“ she hazard, that amusement alight in her eyes as she looked back up to him. “The evidence is there officer. Feel free to check for yourself.“ An empty invitation now, the woman resorting to mocking the man‘s perceived empty threats. She rolled her head back away from him, staring lazily back out the windshield.

“It wasn’t enough to stun me before the fun even begun, now you can’t even follow through. Please. Don’t stop there. You’ve already killed my nights plans, least you’d could do is finish a girl off.”
 
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This woman was the sort who used her wits to feel out a situation and find a foothold. By bantering back and forth with her, Alkor was slowly able to gauge her reactions, and finally glean that she was more than willing to say anything to get what she wanted.

He doubted that she'd actually do any of it.

Someone so obsessed with staying alive often did resort to whatever means necessary, but they generally exhausted options that got them their way on their terms before they compromised and gave someone else what they wanted. With that in mind, Alkor decided how to proceed.

"I'm bored, actually," Alkor replied lazily. "And I'm not at all interested in that. The sooner we get to where we're going and I can apply the mental probe, the better off I'll be. All this is for me is paperwork, at the end of the day, and I'm not getting anything useful out of you freely."

His cerulean gaze held some mirth as he glanced sidelong at her. "You'll be in a holding cell by 23:00, and from there tried for theft and locked away for a few years."

He turned to face her completely. "If you actually want to go free, I'm more than willing to work with you on it. All you have to do is give me names. Locations. Do that, and you can go wherever you want, and I'll not only forget I ever caught you, I'll clear any crimes on your docket in Confederate space, and you can go wherever you want."

He smirked. "And if you're actually interested in- what was it? Being finished off?" He made a circular gesture with his wrist. "I might even be willing to accommodate that. Just help me do my job."

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Vyri snorted.

"Oh please, do you even know how to use that thing?" Maybe he was gay, or maybe he had just been hit by the butt end of his firestick at a young age and spared the world of his gene pool.

Either way, nothing she was offering was breaking through to him.

She gave a heavy sigh, realizing both of them were at an impasse. "Sorry, can't do that." Maybe if he started asking the right questions, she could throw him a bone. But until then, and under the right circumstances, she was no rat. She'd find another way. That cocky confidence showed in the ride of her chin, then woman sinking further into the seat, completely relaxed.

"Got any water?"
 
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"You caught me," he shrugged. Alkor had no such experience, and no plans to gain any in the near future. His interests were barbaric at best, and brutal beyond that.

He knew the type. Nothing he said was getting her to open up her steel trap about her employer. She was more afraid of them than she was of Alkor, and of the Confederacy.

Threats were pointless. Action was the clear course. When she asked for water, he shook his head. "Not on me," he replied.

Probably none where they were going, either.

"There," he pointed toward the abandoned facility, and the Droid piloting the speeder began to slow their approach. It was a drab beast of a building, devoid of color and of life. No apparent signs of use compounded with an almost ramshackle exterior to make it among the most unappealing destinations in the Southern Systems.

Alkor gestured for her to rise once they were stopped.

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She didn’t, a subtle tension entering her body. “This isn’t the processing center.”

This new location was like a drop of blood in the water, alerting her to a change In his plans. She smelt trouble.


She didn’t move an inch, her gaze flicking sharply to the review mirror. No lights shone in from behind them, no entourage or escort to know where they were. The street was still. Quite.

Unlit.

He’d see her muscles lock down, her willingness to participate cutting short.

“Don’t tell me you’re lost.”
 
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"I told you," he repeated. "I got permission from the local Viceroy to use an old Galactic Alliance facility. I didn't say it was operational." Alkor turned his gaze toward Vyri and offered a tight smile. "Last chance to have a change of heart. I had a mind probe droid moved in ahead of us by a group of Knights. You can give me the information I want, or I can take it by other means."

The Dark Jedi hated the job he had now. All the politics, all the paperwork, all the nonviolent protocols. If it were up to him, the Confederacy would have just lost the goods, and the girl would go free. It was hardly a serious crime, and she had worked hard.

And he wasn't one to look at a thief and tell them they were wrong. Alkor, the murderer, the monster. He was almost disgusted that he had to pass any kind of judgment on the woman.

It sickened him to his core.

Yet, for Isley. For Isley alone. That was why he remained in the Confederacy.

Alkor began to lead her, hand securely gripping her cuffs.

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Her nostrils flared, her eyes wide and wild, screaming out the protests she refused to vocalize. Be it ego or pure stubbornness, but the woman would not admit her fear. Not in a million years. Not for her life.

She held onto the oddest things.

"See, you seem to be under the impression that I'll, what's the phrase?" He'd feel it perhaps a moment before-- the sudden coiling of her muscles as her lack of resistance boiled over. Her leg swept out, going to collide into the the tender backing of his knees. "Come easily."

A sudden pulse of the force from her would also slam against him, raw and unrefined. It had one intention-- to separate them, push him down, and give her space to start running.

If that was granted to her, she would indeed start to scramble away.
 
He sensed it before he felt anything. Her fear coiled like a serpent ready to strike. The intention that permeated the Force was violence. Alkor snatched the hilt of his weapon from his belt, and as she began to lash out to strike him, he activated the blade.

It pulsed violently as she struck out, and just close enough to her flesh to burn and cause intense pain, but not disfigure. He wasn't supposed to take her life- but that didn't mean he could not improvise.

"Careful," he murmured as her attack struck true. Pain was different for Alkor, who had learned from it intimately throughout the course of his life. It gave him focus. It amplified his tenacity. If she stumbled forward, there was the chance she might remove her own leg on his blade.

He held on tightly to her in order to prevent that from happening.

"It would be prudent for you to realize the situation you are in. State your name, for the record."

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Vyri cried out, the sudden pain of her skin melting catching her by surprise. She stumbled, and it for a moment it was only his grip keeping her upright and safe from further limb damage. She almost didn’t understand why he held onto her at all, why punish, then support. Why not go all the way?

Unwilling to let go of her, maybe. Though she wouldn’t have been running if she had lost that leg. She quivered against him as the pain raked through her, the first waves the worst, stealing control of her facilities.

But it passed. Thoughts cleared. Her skin prickled in a sheen of sweat, the woman only putting weight on one foot now. “Ana,” she replied, without resistance.

She let another quake hit her body, a whimper rolling out with it. “Please.” She swallowed hard, scrambling internally. She hadn’t thought he was capable of that. He seemed so socially dull. Maybe he’d jive better with lies.

“I’ve changed my mind. I’ll help- I’ll- I’ll talk.”
 
He sensed her terror spike. Alkor withheld a sigh. He should have started with that. All of the back and forth between them seemed like a waste, and only for her to not take him seriously. Certainly, the path of justice and law were beyond Alkor.

"You'll understand if I have another Knight sit in on the conversation," he said in that dull voice of his. "For your safety, of course."

Partially, that was true. Alkor had brought her adrenaline levels up. She was in fear for her life. It would seem a service to give her that assurance.

Of course, the other Knight being a Truthseer was information she didn't necessarily need to have.

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What a gentlemen.

Vryi swallowed back this ire, focusing instead on putting her leg down and slowly feeling out her ability to use it. Function wise, nothing was damaged. Burns were merely burns and he had saved her the degree that lead to internal damage. It was the tugging of the burned skin that left her hissing. That and the burned fabric bits, rubbing against the raw flesh as she moved. She resisted the urge to look down.

In the context of things, they were probably minor to him.

She viewed them otherwise.

She had always been warned to stay away from jedi. Or sith. Whatever.

“Thanks,” she gritted, clenching her teeth. He’d feel her straighten, recovering enough as to not need to be dragged. The resistance left her body, no more signs of that tense intention to run coiling inside of her. “The saber part of protocols too or...”
 
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