Private Forced Friends

[Lady Falentra]

The newly knighted Lady Falentra had made herself known within the ranks of the tsis'kaar, if she wasn't already a prominent figure previously as the apprentice to Darth Marr. The inquisitor had already pruned out a few traitors and had led a few smaller investigations all in the name of the order.

This her first break after days working on end, she had took a few days leave to rest and recuperate. It was a treat, a luxurious suite booked at one of the lavish establishments in the heart of Jutrand, the Qeniora Tower.

The suite was apartment like, every bit of the interior designed elegantly and with a pool on at the balcony overlooking the city to top it off. There was more than enough rooms for a small family, and she could have invited some friends, but she needed this time alone. A piece of luxury just for herself to enjoy after weeks of her hard work.

Falentra sat by the edge of the pool in a simple bathing suit, nursing on a slim red drink held gingerly between her clawed fingers. Simply enjoying the view, and relaxing her sore muscles in the cool water. She breathed a sigh, trying not to think too much about the work that would soon resume in a few days time.

Lord Dvasius

 

[Lord Dvasius]

Qeniora Tower, Jutrand


Orange eyes, like fire, alone in the dark. The sound of feet running, breath shaking. They stopped. Two eyes became four, then back to two as a shikkar blade stabbed a young Sith through the jugular and came out through the larynx. Blood leaked slowly off the blade's tip then drew a half circle across the pavement. A slash finished the job and freed the knife to retreat back into its sheath. Few in the organization still used the formerly signature Hidden Blade used by the Sith Assassins before the "passing" of its leader and founder.

Lord Dvasius held his dead victim up by the hair and used his cybernetic ocular implants to search for what he wanted. A small drive in one of the fallen Sith's pocket. He crushed it in his hand and threw it back to the body as he dropped it to the ground. A gesture from his hand and both caught flame. Before the fire could illuminate his face he'd already vanished like a ghost.

Someone had found something this Tsis-Kaar needed to stay secret. He couldn't let it reach its ultimate destination. One half of it down with its courier. The other was going to be at the Qeniora Tower and so would he. Lights flickered in it's halls and a phantom seemed to do the same as it went down them, looking for something.

It looked like the second courier had arrived just before, handing a case over to a fat man in a yellow suit. There were four guards throughout the suite. There was one washing up in the bathroom. In a second his throat was open and the water in the sink mixed with red. Another patrolling through rooms across the way. The same fate met him just as quick.

Lights in the room shut off, leaving it dark. Once again, two orbs of fire became the only lights to be seen. One of the information broker's guards opened fire in their direction, but the blaster bolts hit the wall and when the shooting stopped the eyes were gone. He began to panic. He pulled himself together and they both pulled out vibroswords that were supposed to help non-force users fight Jedi and Sith, but they were no Mandalorian warriors. A line of crimson appeared, lighting up only the feet of its wielder. The orange eyes reappeared, looking hungry now. The lightsaber clashed up and down from one side to the other, then across horizontally. The vibroblade hit the ground. The red line became a circle then then two lines with a gap in between and vanished again, leaving the room completely dark.

The next guard didn't get the honor of a chance to fight for his life as Dvasius moved behind him and lit his lightsaber, cutting his back open. The lights came back on, but at half brightness. The man that handed over the case was wearing nearly the same black uniform he was, Sith robes. He pulled out his own crimson lightsaber and closed in. All Dvasius had to was turn about 90 degrees and hold his lightsaber arm up to block. He turned back 90 degrees to stand in the direction he'd been facing before with his lightsaber still in hand behind his back. The unexpected move caused the thieving Sith to accidentally allow the attacking Sith's blade to pass through his guard. Holding his lightsaber in reverse grip, facing the blade behind one Tsis-Kaar killed another, cutting an orange line from his chest down and out his hip. They dropped their weapon and collapsed.

Just the broker left, facing down hooded death. He ran for a small, round table across the room with a blaster rifle laying on top of it with some credits piled near it. Dvasius just let him run passed, unafraid and amused to see what he thought he could do to cancel his execution. As he picked up the rifle, suddenly Dvasius was standing about fifteen feet in front of him, as if daring him to do it. The rifle fired off three bolts, which were deflected then the Sith sent the lightsaber back to his hip and pulled the rifle from the fat man's hands and into his own with the Force. He used to use guns like these all the time, during his mercenary days. Well, better than these. Raising the gun, he closed the distance between them and began firing. The man in the yellow suit was backing up, toward the balcony, in fear, when one blue bolt shot through his fat stomach and the other went through his heart. The weapon fired off three rounds, in quick succession automatically. One seemed to miss and shattered the glass railing of the balcony.

Fully closing the gap, Dvasius unsheathed his wrist blade and slit his throat to be sure it was done then kicked him hard as he was already falling so he went out the door and fell off the balcony where the glass railing used to be, now shards on the floor. His body fell several stories, flipping a few times before landing in a pool, face first, onto the edge railing of another glass balcony. His Sith Assassin came down shortly after, landing on the corpse's head, splitting half of it off over the edge. The killer landed perfectly in a crouch on the balcony's edge, cracking the class railing, but not breaking it. He'd snagged what he'd been after in the case before making his way down. A small drive, full of incriminating data, in a big case, to try and disguise it, but he could literally see through that with his eye implants. Holding it behind his back, he crushed it, melted the what was left with pyrokinesis, and sprinkled the pieces into the air, off the side of the building.

It seemed there was somebody, who wasn't dead, already in the pool. Some alien woman.


Lady Falentra

 

[Lady Falentra]

The siren raised the thin glass rim to her lips, savouring the cool drink. It was quiet and serene, too high up in the tower to hear the bustle and traffic of the city below. However, her peace was only short lived as from above there was distant sounds of chaos. Was that gunshots she was hearing upstairs?

Falentra tilted her head skywards just in time so see a body thrown off from the balcony a few stories above. The shards of glass and droplets of blood descended down towards her like a pour of rain. The sith used the force, warping it around her form to shield her from the debris. It cascaded around her and into the water, tinting the clear pool red.

The bloodied body landed at the far end of the pool right at the glass railing overlooking the city, the crimson bleeding into the clear blue water. Another figure descended from above, landing precariously on the railing. A corner of her lips lifted in disgust at the gruesome sight and sound of the corpses head crushed under a boot. Normally, she wasn’t so fazed by gore, but given that she was on leave and in a bathing suit in a pool, she was not quite expecting to see work today.

All the while she watched wordlessly as she saw the light of something in hands behind him and the distinct smell of smoke that followed. Only evidence and bodies were worth burning. He noticed her, seated by the edge of the pool, gradually lifting herself out of the bloodied water. She wasn’t bathing in someone else’s blood if she could help it.

“What are you? Kainite, Tsiskaar, a mercenary?” She said with an edge to her voice, clearly perturbed that her peace was interrupted. “I’m supposed to be on leave, didn’t expect to see that spectacle today. Suppose death will always be at my doorstep.” She shrugged before taking a long swig of her drink, finishing it off. She needed another or two. The siren stood not with her legs but her long tentacles lifting herself up before she walked back through the glass doors of her suite to pour herself another, not caring to look back at the man.

 

[Lord Dvasius]

Dvasius looked up and around from where he was perched to where he heard the voice. "Oh, didn't see you there.", in split seconds he ran a scan and searched databases to identify this alien woman. What are the odds? He stood up and suddenly vanished then reappeared at the bar inside.

"Seeing as your privy to those words, you must be one of us. Sith. I could feel that in your energy right away. Me, personally? I'm all three in a way. Well not one anymore. I'm not a merc. And what are you?", the strange Lord said as he opened a bottle he found behind the counter as he reached over and then poured some into a glass for himself.

It was not a modest amount of alcohol either. Not drunk right away. He remembered his manners, possibly too late. "Sorry. You want some?", he asked before pouring her some as well into another glass.

"This is a nice place and to answer a question you haven't asked yet. I'm not here for you, I didn't even know you were here. I was taking care of my own personal business. 'Business' being dead over there." the assassin said, pointing to the body in the pool.

He picked up the bleeding corpse with the Force and flicked his finger up. The body followed and flew back into the room it fell from, "My boys will clean that up in a minute. My mess up there and in your pool. Sorry. 'My boys' are cleanup droids.", he spoke at the end, kinda raspy and with a dazed face, as he swallowed hard liquor and it burned in his throat.

He began to feel it a bit. Almost drunk.

"You know what? I should be more specific. I will be more specific. Not like we're not teammates, basically. I am Tsis-Kaar, like you, Falentra... Now that I think about it, however, I hope there is something I think you can possibly help me with. I need your help with something. Oh, Lord Dvasius," he said reaching out his hand for an introductory shake.

He was officially, kinda, drunk now and repeating himself a bit, but seemed to be holding his liquor pretty well. A lot more aware and conscious than he should be. Years of saddening practice. Still it showed on his face a bit and in his eyes, they seemed less like fire, as the alcohol messed with the midichlorians in him as well as his focus to command them.

"The High Inquisitor", they call me. How stupid is that title? Motherkarkers better call me 'Sith Assassin' or I'll show them why. Now. I outrank you and could just command your help, in various ways, but I hope I won't need to."


Lady Falentra

 

[Lady Falentra]

All three... Minus one. It meant he was both a kainite and tsis'kaar. Falentra knew there was one within the ranks of the tsis'kaar that were apprentice of the Titan. But this man's skill was far from that of an apprentice. Was it even possible to work for both Kainite and Tsis'kaar without some sort of subterfuge? She would give him the benefit of the doubt.

What are you? Falentra wondered if his question was about her physiology - which was rather rude - or her rank in the sith. "Sith Knight." She answered simply, taking the latter and not giving him more.

This man had invited himself in, teleporting himself to the bar and immediately reaching for a bottle swooshing in amber liquid. He poured himself a very generous serving of the hard liquor. "Long day?" She remarked. After a long day of work, she would usually want a good drink too. It would have been impertinent not to accept the drink if it meant getting to know another strange tsis'kaar clearly with a big ego.

"I noticed. I didn't think you were here for me, anyway." She stated, taking a swig of her drink. She was hiding her suspicions, she couldn't help but wonder what his personal business was that required such bloodshed. It was clear that the one in the pool wasn't the only one he had relieved today.

He was getting drunk. With the amount he had to drink in such a short amount of time she wasn't surprised that he was. However, her cyan eyes narrowed slightly at his next words. He knew her name, while she was oblivious to his until now. She did not take his extended hand, they remained clasped together in front of her on the bar table.

"And you are also Kainite." She pointed out what he had mentioned earlier about being all three. So he was the High Inquisitor, she had heard about the figure, but like a good spy, they always remained in the shadows. Yet he did not seem happy about his situation. Why would the High Inquisitor need her help of all people? "I think I should consult our boss Darth Malum of House Marr first and foremost." She said almost too casually.

Lord Dvasius

 

[Lord Dvasius]

He tried to not let her "Long day?" jab at his alcoholism get the rise out of him that she clearly wanted. The Sith Lord instead ended up staring down the knight with a burning gaze that a parent might give a child that just cursed at them. Then his eyes softened to boredom and mild annoyance. The disrespect continued when she refused to shake his hand in friendship.

“Long days.”, Dvasius answered anyways., “And yet they must never end. That’s the goal. Immortality, ultimate freedom without limit. See some friends and I want more out of life than is being offered to most Sith. What do you want? Power, money, freedom, blood? Something else? Like I said, I’d appreciate your help and there’s a lot for you to gain too. Steel sharpens steel and so we’d all be swords seeking infinite sharpness. To become vorpal and immortal. Gods.”

It seemed his focus was returning more with the increasing importance of the conversation. “We could do business. And I am a Tsis-Kaar, but the Kainate ( Darth Carnifex ) and I have a deal. They give me what I want: the power to take down Darth Malum of House Marr a peg. Your master has power and authority that was meant for me. I want it back! So I'll take it back!... with help. The price we pay is any intel of importance regarding our 'fellow inquisitors', that we can get, mainly on big boss pretty boy. The Sith have grown weak. They are not as they should be and if I can help it they will be changed. We take what we want from all of them and spit in their faces when we’re done.”

“To be clear; I do speak of treason. To all but ourselves.", This part was said with his hands spreading, palms facing the ceiling., "Removal of the weakness of our chains. We'll be True Sith! The Tsis-Kaar will be reborn in fire or they will die. I will be the Tsis-Kaar and all my friends will ascend with me, beyond even death.”, Perhaps the rogue Sith was saying too much, but it wouldn’t matter soon enough. He needed his 'in' with “The Heir to the Tsis-Kaar” and she was it.

“Hahahaha!!”, Dvasius laughed, almost as if he was mad... and he was., “ ‘Our' 'boss’. Not anymore! He is unworthy to command! Me or anyone! There’ll be no kneeling to him from me and no consulting of him from you, unless I tell you to! I can tell by your demeanor we’re gonna be doing this the hard way. Or 'the fun way', as I like to call it.”, at the end of his little dialogue he went from enraged to an attempted false calm and then pure entrainment.

He laughed again. Normally a drunk person would have trouble casting the Force, if they could at all, but he knew a little trick of the Force and his will to induce sobriety. There was infinite focus in his eyes, along with rage and excitement. He went from chit-faced to just buzzed in just a single second. A grin grossed his face as he extended his hand and unleashed purple-blue bolts of pure hate at Lady Falentra . And another, if the first Force Lightning strike didn’t hit. Both attacks lit up so bright they took the light from everything else around them, darkening the rest of reality their vicinity. In the instant their energy dispersed, light in the room returned, along with the red glow of a lightsaber. Dvasius’ smile was fully insane now, and hungry for blood.

“Don’t make you kill you. I’d hate for your pretty face to end up as bloody as our little pool buddy’s.”, The treacherous Lord laughed again, so amused at his own, twisted joke, "Ahahahahaha!!!"

 

[Lady Falentra]

Her eyes narrowed as he poured himself another serving of the drink. "You know I have to pay for that right?" It wasn't complimentary to the room. And everyone in their right mind knew the stuff at the minibar wasn't cheap either.

Then the sales pitch started, or what could be considered the ramblings of a drunken man to most. It was civil, his composure unthreatening that while most would disregard his words, Falentra listened. What do you want? He had asked her. There were many things she wanted, she always knew what they were. Yet Falentra was content enough with what she already had - what she was given, to see it necessary reaching for more. She was trained, and knighted, now finding a place in the ranks of the tsis'kaar as an inquisitor. She had a purpose.

Was he trying to recruit her? His previous statement of not being there for her seemed more a lie. Sith always had their own agendas, some were dishonest, and she'd only just met this man to be able to discern his character. He spoke about becoming Gods. There were only few she knew that had the power that could be considered Godlike… it seemed unreachable for someone like her. "What you speak of is not achievable for Sith like me. Or you, for that matter." She said with a scoff. Sorry to rain on your parade.

Why was he telling her, a tsis'kaar inquisitor, about his subterfuge? It was likely the inebriation of alcohol loosening his tongue, but then again, it would not be fitting of a High Inquisitor to slip up so easily. Who was Dvasius actually? The power and authority was bestowed upon malum - and strosius - when he had slain his own master. Yet she remained silent, listening, lest she interrupt this man's rant which she could report back to headquarters on. Talk about being on leave.

"You remind me of someone… The last person who openly committed treason was slain by Malum himself. You will not get far on your own. " Of course, she was talking about none other than Darth Strosius , another fanatic. She had watched the Kaggath, the battle of Malum and a God. And Malum had won. Even Gods could be slain.

The laugh was unnerving, she seemed to have struck a nerve. It was almost maniacal. Falentra knew better to sit around, she stood assuming a defensive stance. As soon as she saw the tiniest spark light on his fingers, she had disappeared, teleporting a good distance away behind him. He lashed out his lightning, meeting nothing but air, its energy cackled.

She never thought she'd be getting into a fight today, without any weapons and in a bathing suit of all things. In a second, she had conjured the force around her to render herself invisible to the naked eye. Without any weapons, this was not a fair fight. Falentra manoeuvred herself, nearer to the man, then she inhaled before letting out a sonic scream towards him. The extend of the frequency shattering the glass door and windows, giving her a route of escape.

 

[Lord Dvasius]

The blue woman complained about the price of the alcohol he was drinking. Was she for real right now? Who gives a chit? Like a troublesome Tooka Cat he looked her in the eye as he knocked it off the counter to the floor behind the bar, where it shattered.

“My bad.”, The Sith said, barely trying to pretend he meant it.

He gave a careless snort and continued the conversation from where she’d left her answer to his offer. He laughed like he’d heard the vapid opinion of a child. It sure sounded like it. Where’s the spine of this “Sith”?

“Then we become a different kind of Sith. One that can think of any obstacle they could cross and remove it with no effort from their path, with their own will alone. Have you no ambition of your own? You don’t want to be more than what you are? You look like an octopus, but all you are is your master’s dog. A good little girl. Don’t you want to be naughty? Be your own master and hold your own leash. Take it off and run the pack. You shackle yourself. That’s all your will is doing. Own it! Own everything! Make the universe fear you. Make it your schutta. Make the Force kneel before you and carry out your every command. Be a superior being… or you can sit and stay your whole life.”

He hated to see a Sith so weak and by her own hand she chose this. Her own slavery to another’s agenda. He’d give her her own. True power. Infinity in her hands and in his and everyone who’d join. He really wanted that, but really he wanted an army and a pool of resources. With this woman’s knowledge Dvasius could have a new body, more powerful. Or upgrade his own. Gain immortality and then the universe on it’s knees, saying his name followed by, “mercy please!”, only to find there was none in him. Revenge on a cruel existence that always hurt him, put him in pain. He’d redefine cruelty upon it all. Become a god of infinite death… and Falentra was going to help him, then he’d kill her too. There can only be one strongest being to make up and reshape all existence.

The God of Shadows.

It’d be a new universe without pain, for him, for anyone. Generous for a Sith, but all he wanted was true peace and only he knew what it looked like. It would match his vision and when it failed, it’d die again. For him and his design.

The thoughts of the would be god stopped to listen as Falentra spoke again of someone she said was like him. He sensed the person was dead and she wondered why she wouldn’t say their name.

“I wonder if I know this person.”, Then she said the hated name again and he knew who the person was. She meant Darth Strosius. He was Lord back when he knew him. Not for long, but they shared a master and were considered now by the Galaxy as brothers. Dvasius didn’t deny he and Ophidia were the only beings the former apprentice knew that hadn’t earned his complete disdain.

At the realization he’d definitely had enough of this fish’s talking. She chose to be slave to that man, who’d taken what was far from, but far closer than other relationships he’d had, to a family. Ophidia he’d cared less for, but he’d wanted to kill her and be heir to all she built. Guess he missed his shot, but he believed it would come down again. That or he’d burn that tainted legacy to the ground if needed and possible. Now he felt pity for the fish girl. Dvasius would free her from her chains, even if she had to die.

The lightning he’d shot has missed and burned a black mark in the floor. Impressive. She just reacted faster than the speed of light. She was already more than she knew inside, but she couldn’t see. Then he couldn’t see her either. The Sith Lord began to react, but too late when he sensed her behind him. Her attack nearly made him go deaf and threatened to push him away and to the ground. He got down on his knees as quick as possible, plugging his ears with his fingers. Blood dripped from inside as he got up, his ears ringing. His footing was weak and unsteady, but he managed to stand and stay standing.

He simply looked at her like all that did was annoy him, “Ow! That hurt.”

The veteran Tsis-Kaar straightened up and looked back at her, then let out a sonic scream of his own. Well, a Force Scream. Involuntary. He just meant to yell normally, angrily, but it came out with more power than intended because of the anger he felt in that moment at the insulting move she’d just used on him.

Hmmph. She survived. With speed as fast as his lightning bolts he grabbed her by the neck and pinned her to the wall. He was gonna do more when suddenly he had a vision from the Force. It showed him and this woman. His arms wrapped around her like they were lovers, watching fire burn from the hill they were standing on. An army of Jedi, who began dying and burning. They’d won. Together?

Suddenly he came back to himself, almost no time passing. He looked incredibly confused and almost scared of what he’d just seen and he didn’t even know what he’d just seen. He was staring off to the right, into the wall, playing it again in his head, trying to figure it out. At a bad time too, The Sith Lord hadn’t realized he’d let go of Falentra, while his vision had left him stunned. He looked back just in time to watch her whack him in the face.

The shock and pain caused him to crouch slightly. As if the sonic scream, hadn’t done enough damage to his head already and the vision hadn’t karked up his mind to boot. He came back to himself a second time, looking at her like she’d really pissed him off. The Sith Assassin remembered a move from his training and grabbed her by the wrist as he turned around and leaned over, throwing her like a rag doll. She hit the ground hard, three times, rolling fast and violently, until at last she rolled onto the couch in the floor. That wasn’t enough. From up his sleeve he shot kunai knives at non-lethal spots in her upper body, to slow her down, as he leapt in the air. The Sithspawn lashed out, trying to strike him with some of her tentacles, only for his lightsaber to ignite and cut them off before the knives landed, and right after he did, drawing blue blood. Her blood is blue?!

Lord Dvasius felt as if the Force was telling him not to hurt her more and end this fight, but she didn’t seem to be ready for that yet. He’d need to tire the little mutant out more, but he would listen to the feeling he was receiving and make this end quicker. No more playing around, he needed to knock her out cold. He could still use her. She was incredibly useful not dead. Killing her would be stupid for that reason as well as he wouldn’t be able to see what the Force wanted him to see involving her. The Lord wanted to see that, and more, how it ended.


Lady Falentra

 

[Lady Falentra]

The scream had brought her assailant to his knees, if only she had a blade at hand, his head would have been severed and rolling across the ground at this moment of weakness. Yet she had none, as soon as the breath in her lungs was depleted and the piercing scream faltered, she seized her chance to leap towers the exit.

Unfortunately for her, Lord Dvasius needed less than a second to recuperate from the piercing noise before unleashing one right back at her as she was in mid-jump. The sheer force of the scream throwing her backwards and sending her crashing into the wall with a heavy grunt. Even if her body ached from the impact, she knew better than to stay down, instinct and training taking over as she scrambled back to her feet in an instant. But the Sith was in front of her as soon as she got up, his hand vice against her throat, pushing her forcefully up against the already dented wall.

Desperately, her sharp nails clawed at his arms and she'd tried to kick him away, but the man was stronger, standing like a brick wall. Yet he stood... unmoving, his eyes seemed to be glazed over, if only slightly. While odd, she would not question it as her fist wound swing hard, hitting against his jaw with a crack. It was enough for him to release his grasp on her. Falentra stumbled for a moment as her feet touched the ground again, the blood flow returning back to her head.

The inquisitor was about to throw another attack, another punch in an attempt to stun him, but the man was as quick as she was. He grabbed her wrist before throwing her overhead and onto the ground which she hit hard. The impact likely breaking a bone or two, the velocity of the throw sending her world oscillating as she rolled across the living space only for the momentum to be halted by the couch.

Falentra let out a low growl as turned to get back up. Each movement was pain in itself, but yet it was thrilling. The adrenaline of a good fight and the deaperation had always brought the ferality out of her. She let out a sharp cry as the blades hit their marks on her shoulders and thigh. The man was in mid air when she lashed out with a tentacle, only for it to be cut off. She took a leap of her own backwards, behind the couch, maintaining the distance.

Her cyan eyes grew a dark purple - the pain made her mad and furious. She channelled those emotions, honing the darkside and feeling herself growing more powerful by the second. It made her powerful. The assailant had given her a weapon; Falentra plucked out the three kunai blades that were embeded in her own flesh, dark blue blood pouring out from those wounds, but she barely gave a bother. She threw two back at him, aiming for the chest. The other she weilded.

Then her free hand would hurl the couch and any peices of glass from the shattered window on the ground towards him with the force, more to create a distraction than anything. Before she would conjure fire from her palms, the flames blazing his way. No longer did she intend to run, she would kill this man or die trying.

Lord Dvasius

 

[Lord Dvasius]

Thinking it was no longer necessary the Sith extinguished his lightsaber and put it back where it belonged. When his attention drew back that way she was getting up. Not like it didn't hurt, but like she didn't care. It almost seemed like she liked this. Was she having fun? Guess they both were. It felt weird. He felt the familiar "scent" of pain radiating off her aura, then it changed shape into the form of anger. Uh oh. Her eyes went from cyan blue to purple. Is that what Sith eyes looked like for her kind? Whatever her kind was.

Still fighting. He respected that, but he couldn't have it. Neither of them should die here. He needed to take her down for her own good. Plucked from her skin, two of his own Kunai came flying back at him from her hand. Not expecting such an insane move, the first one landed deep in his shoulder, as all he could do was dodge - turn to avoid it landing in his chest as intended. The second stopped right before it drove itself into his heart thanks to the Force. Good aim. The tip of the blade barely pierced his skin, drawing a small amount of blood, nothing compared to the amount coming out of his shoulder and trailing down his arm and shirt.

"So that's what that feels like. Haha.", he laughed weakly. The shallow cutting kunai removed itself from the skin in front of his heart, releasing more red blood onto his black robes. Before he had time to think, Dvasius was forced to quickly flip off to the side to avoid the flying furniture as it crashed into the wall, breaking itself and into it. The blade followed and clung to the air around its master. The Sith Lord felt a quick surge of Force energy as she picked up and threw the couch at him with it.

"Son of a -", She gave him no time to recover, launching a blast of pyrokinetic fire from her palm... That... was his move. With his good arm the Sith grabbed the floating kunai out of the air just in time before he leapt into the air to get over the wall of fire coming his way. He wondered in what other ways she was like him. The woman was beginning to look like a mental reflection of himself. He thought he was beginning to understand why his vision wanted to pair them.

As he was over her and her flames Dvasius released a bolt of lightning from his fingers and in an instant, like a spark igniting into a flame it turned into his own blast of intense fire. Going from orange to purple, it increased in heat the longer it burned. It wasn't intended to hurt her. She would feel the heat till it nearly burned her before it went out.

The steel of the knife in his shoulder felt ice cold and yet it also burned. It was deep and hurt like hell, but it didn't hit anything too important, missing bone and digging only into muscle. Dvasius reached up with his left hand to grab it, "Ahch!" Now that really hurt. Pain into rage, as she had done. He tightened his grip around the hilt, took a deep breath and yanked. He'd felt pain so much worse before, but not in a long time. This time instead of a shout he let out only a low groan that turned from sounding pained to pissed off.

Dvasius spun both kunai around a single finger, like lethal helicopter blades. The Lord let go of one, then the other. They floated through the air to be at his side. They straightened to face, point first, in her direction beside his left shoulder. Quicker than before they flew at Falentra. One landing in her right thigh, the other in the left to cripple her. She would heal, according to her file.

Rushing at her again, at blinding speed, she still managed to track him, being a Force sensitive as well, herself. The woman tried to strike him with his own knife again. The assassin caught her wrist in his hand, like before. The Sith Lord's eyes seemed to glow brighter with more intensity and hate as he looked Falentra in the eyes, then at the kunai in her hand. Without even a gesture it yanked itself from her hand before floating at Dvasius' side like the others before. It spun itself, as if looking at her and teasing violence.

"That won't work twice." The blade shot up quickly. The Sith Assassin let go of her for a second to reach up just as quick to grab it, then slammed it down into her shoulder. The same shoulder the other kunai hit him in. he yanked it back out so she could feel the exact pain he just did. "That's how it feels." Letting go of the knife, it spun again by his side in the air, then he grabbed it and put it back where it belonged, in its small sheathe on his hip.

His wounded arm didn't want to move due the damage it had just endured, but Dvasius made the pain into anger and used his will to Force it back into service. After the knife was put away his left hand jerked fast to grab Lady Falentra by the back of the neck, as she was already kneeling. His right hand produced a device from behind his back with a syringe on it. Letting go with his left he stabbed the needle into the back of her neck.

The assassin removed the syringe and placed the device back wherever it came from. He turned around and began to walk away, then stopped a few paces away. "I just placed a neat little device in your neck. I'll know where you are at all times. You stray too far, you run, you refuse to take commands, you try to snitch or in any way betray, you die. It detonates at your brainstem and paints the walls with your pretty little thoughts. A little incentive until I can get you to see things my way..." He stops the evil rant for a second, "I didn't want to hurt you. We can make the Sith stronger, together. In time, you'll see."

A small, sleek looking ship pulled up quickly to the balcony where he'd first showed up, having been summoned by the push of a button on his wrist almost as fast as it was called. As the Sith Assassin got closer to the exit he reached his hand back and yanked the remaining kunai out of the woman's body with the Force and back into his hand then where they belonged next to the other. He leapt over the pool onto the exact spot of the cracked ledge he'd landed on prior. The man's body was gone, having been cleaned up without notice during their fight.

Lord Dvasius turned around and gave a mock bow, saying, "Goodbye, Lady Falentra . I'll see you at work.", then the proud Sith turned around and hopped onto the open bay door of the ship, gave a little wave without facing her. With that the door closed and the ship sped away into the darkness between stars.