Private Look Who's Coming to Lor'vram (Breakfast)

[Kranak Vizsla]

Lor'vram

Location: Kestri, Tor Valum, The Kom’rk, Training Facility, Simulation Room 34
Local Time: 07:51
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Fight the Lethan
Secondary Objective: Continue With the Day, After Duel
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left in his locker in his barracks)
Tags: Zlova Rue

The Supercommando’s lips formed into a sinister smile as he felt the Red Devil’s left fist crashing into his right vambrace’s monomolecular edge wristband blade. The razorsharp blade had cut deeply into her left hand with a meaty slit. Blood started to dribble from her hand and onto the floor, and from the blade her fist had crashed upon.

It was obvious that the Lethan was taken by surprise with Kranak’s starter of his counter-attack. Sparing her no time to recover from his devious maneuver, the giant launched his offensive at the Red Devil. His first strike was an uppercut to her abdomen with his left fist. The Lethan jerked from the Supercommando’s blow to her stomach. Kranak followed up with a series of punches with his left and right fists against her left arm to try and ensure she wouldn’t be able to use her left arm and fist against the Supercommando in full capacity. Her injured hand had somewhat done it for him, but he wasn’t going to take any chances against the Red Devil.

The Lethan, however, proved her resilience as she did not crumble under the giant’s devastating blows against her body. He could read the pain in her face, but she endured. Perhaps she was as resilient in mind and body as the giant himself! With each blow of his, the giant started to slowly advance to the middle of the large corridor, keeping the momentum of his merciless counter-attack as best he could. He was getting ready to finish her off, as he drew his right arm back in preparation for a brutal right hook at the Red Devil’s face.

As he was preparing to deliver his would-be knock-out blow to her face, the Red Devil hissed at him in anger like a vicious serpent. With a display of her deadly agility, the Lethan grabbed the Supercommando’s right arm by the elbow pit with her injured left hand when Kranak was in mid execution of his right hook. Not a moment after, she then swiftly grabbed his right bicep with her right hand as she stepped forward and pivoted her back and right shoulder against the giant’s broad chest. Smartly drawing on the forward momentum of Kranak’s strike and bending it to her will, the Red Devil then proceeded to throw the giant to the ground over her right shoulder, completely countering the Supercommando’s strike!

With a loud metallic thud, the giant was slammed on the floor with great force; dust and rubble kicked off from the ground as the giant hit the floor on his back. Kranak’s vision became a blur as the Mandalorian was thrown on the ground on his back. A muffled wheeze escaped him as he hit the ground; the fall punched the air out of his lungs. He himself was taken aback by surprise, now! Coupled with his weight and momentum, he felt the full force of the fall, as there was nothing between his backplate and his back to take the brunt of the fall. The kinetic gel underneath his backplate was pulverized long ago. A dagger of pain stabbed him in his back and upper spine.

A loud crack echoed in the large corridor soon after the giant landed on his back on the floor. It came from right beneath the giant. But the Supercommando paid no mind to it as he had a bigger problem to deal with. His eyes widened as he saw the Red Devil leap into the air to deliver a knock-out blow against the giant herself. Her knee was pointed right at his faceplate! He would roll to his right side to dodge the incoming finisher first, and try to swipe at her legs with the wristband blade on his right vambrace to knock her down on the floor.

But that would never happen. Before he could even react to Zlova’s strike, the floor beneath the giant’s back gave way from his weight. It had cracked from that and the sheer force and momentum behind Zlova’s over-the-shoulder throw earlier. The giant would fall down crashing through several floors; the rubble would bury him once the giant’s fall would come to a halt on the bottom floor of the building.

Spoiler: List of Actions

• Counter-attack opener successful, foe was taken by surprise.
• Swiftly launched a counter-attack, giving foe no respite for a while with his onslaught of swift strikes and blows aimed at her abdomen, left arm and chest.
• Attempted to deliver a knock-out blow in the form of a devastating right hook at the opponent's face, but was masterfully countered. Opponent threw Kranak over her shoulder on the ground.
• The sheer force behind the throw, coupled with the giant’s weight momentum behind his right hook used against him to shatter his balance for the over the shoulder throw, cracked the floor. The floor gave way under Kranak’s weight, sending him down several floors to the bottom floor.
• Kranak would be buried under a layer of debris on the bottom floor of the small apartment complex. He would not be unconscious, but he would be very bruised, with several of his bones cracked.

 

[Zlova Rue]

The soft, sharp crackle of duracrete rubble as it fell down multiple stories echoed in the silence that reigned over the simulation chamber. Light from the skylight high above filtered through the dust that still hung in the air.

A red woman stretched her arms out to either side atop a pile of broken rubble and debris. Her head tails lay motionless with her head tilted back, and golden gaze stared up the hole blown through floor after floor, and the mask of darkness and corruption had receded around Zlova's eyes.

Every now and then there was an ever so soft wet slap of blood as it dripped onto stone. Pain radiated through her body from the pounding she'd taken and the blade that'd stabbed into her hand. It was better not to move for the time being. Holding on to that much rage for too long was counterproductive -- it might have her waste time digging Kranak up to kill him.

After the fall, the giant Mandalorian had been buried in rubble; whereas Zlova managed to avoid getting completely covered and crawled up into the throne of ruin. She had a rough idea where the man was, and that he was alive. They could take the opportunity to not move after a flurry of activity. A chance to recover in case either of them wanted to pick up where they left off; maybe bring the entire building down upon them. That was always a fun thing to do.

As the breath seeped through her lips, Zlova breathed, "Was it good for you?"

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Lor'vram

Location: Kestri, Tor Valum, The Kom’rk, Training Facility, Simulation Room 34
Local Time: 07:51
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Heal Injuries
Secondary Objective: Continue With the Day, After Duel
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left in his locker in his barracks. One of his particle blaster pistol left behind at the upper floors of the small apartment complex.)
Status: Battered, Moderately Injured.
Tags: Zlova Rue

A short, muffled groan escaped the giant’s mouth as he laid there for a moment. He was feeling pain all across his body, especially on his back.The Supercommando was in the process of gathering his strength to pull himself out of the ferrocrete rubble he was trapped underneath. He would start with freeing his hands from the debris first. He first created some space for his arms to move as he wiggled them. Once he had enough space to work with, the giant’s right arm jutted out of the large clump of debris. He then pulled himself out shortly afterwards using his legs.

He wasn’t as severely trapped underneath all the rubble as that time during the Battle for Tor Valum, when he blew up the Vong Worldship with his vode. Unlike the others, he was caught in the explosion. That had taken him some time to get himself out of the rubble. He was buried far too deep for his fellow brothers and sisters to dig and help him.

The rubble shifted and slid off the mound of debris as the Supercommando surfaced from the large clump of ruin. He halted half-way at first to catch his breath; His buy’ce, both of his arms and upper torso would be visible to the Red Witch. His chest fell and rose heavily in an attempt to regain his stamina.

The giant raised his helmet mounted macrobinoculars, as the cloud of dust around him interfered with his thermals. His vision no longer impared, the Supercommando would see Zlova sitting on rubble not too far from himself to the right of him. Swiftly, the giant pointed his right arm towards her. He was going to launch clingwire from his right vambrace at her in hopes of ensnaring her, but the giant would relax as he laid eyes on her condition, and as she spoke.

”Was it good for you?”

She asked the Mandalorian as she also tried catching her breath. Blood slowly dripped from the deep cut on her left hand. He could see the bruises all over her body. The Supercommando had done as she instructed, after all. She told him not to go easy on her, to not hold back against her. He didn’t.

And neither did she. “Sith mean to kill in battle.” she said. She made good on that notion.

He was also heavily battered. Sharp pains stabbed at his flesh and into his core all across his body, especially his back. He’d feel that some of his bones would be cracked, and fractured here and there. Nothing he couldn’t heal, though.

Turning his gaze from the Lethan to the ceiling, he looked at the hole he made as he crashed down to the bottom floor of the building before answering. Yeah. It was good for him indeed. The wince on his face would be replaced with a smile.

<”Yeah. It was,”> muttered the giant as he kept his gaze at the large hole above him, his words shortly accompanied with his hearty chuckle. A coughing fit followed shortly after chuckling. How many floors did he crash through? It looked like five, or six. Maybe more? He’d have to find out after reviewing his footage of the fight.

The giant would then turn his gaze on the Red Witch once again shortly after answering her inquiry. <”What about you?”> His chest continued to rise and fall heavily. The fight exhausted him, the wounds he endured even more so. Not that he didn’t have any fight left in him. No, quite the contrary. He was sure the same could be said for Zlova. She was as strong as him, thanks to the force and her discipline. But he understood the fight was over. The two were evenly matched. He had more than a handful of tricks left under his sleeve he was planning to use against her. The Supercommando was sure she had her own nasty surprises for him, but the outcome would have been the same such as the one they found themselves in.

After listening to Zlova’s answer to his inquiry about the fight, the giant would then fully unbury himself as he pulled himself out of the rubble completely and stood up, when he regained some of his stamina. The Supercommando was completely covered in dust. There were several shallow to deep-ish cuts across his body he endured during his plummet to the first floor, as well as spots of Zlova’s blood splattered on his right vambrace and gloves. He’d approach the Red Witch with a limp, his intentions to take care of that wound of hers for starters. He’d sit next to her on the rubble before he spoke. <”May I?”> Asked the giant, referring to her wound as he gave a nod of his head to her left hand as he inquired. The Supercommando would apply triage on her hand if she let him before heading over to the medical wing of the training center.

The giant no longer harbored any prominent ill will towards the Red Witch after the fight. He still didn’t trust her fully yet, but he now harbored considerable respect towards her after the fight. She had earned that from him with sweat and blood. Denying that to her would be dishonorable, in his book.

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova slowly lifted her head to look at the large man as he broke free of the rubble. After a soft moan the Twi'lek smirked. "I won't soon forget it. Next time let's wake the neighbors." She wondered if the man had caught on to the double-entente nature of the conversation so far. Inappropriate? The Mandalorians would learn quickly that was who Kranak's Red Devil was. They should be grateful when she behaved during formal functions.

She watched as Kranak broke free of his bed of rubble with the same patience shown when he pointed his fist at her earlier thinking the fight was still on. It could be. They could stumble about punching one another with their bodies pressed together to hold one another up as they refused to surrender. Zlova could even try to fry Kranak in his armor. But that was all grossly unnecessary; and the Twi'lek was not a Sith that indulged in wanton bloodlust. There were times to kill, and times to bide your time.

With how impressive Kranak's combat skills were it would be a crime to go all out in an effort to truly kill him. Zlova didn't need to weaken the Mandalorians to rule over a bunch of helpless thugs. Not that she planned on taking the Quartermaster's helm any time soon. Ruling... was such a bore. Even a ruler's parties were boring because everyone was so careful not to upset you.

The Lethan's body had several scrapes and minor cuts resulting from the fall, of course; but it was the vambrace-made gash between middle and ring finger, and the massive bruise predominantly evident on her right side from his gauntlets that stood out. Zlova casually reached back with her right hand to tug a reposition a lekku behind her head to remove a bit of discomfort where she sat.

Kranak asked so politely if she'd indulge in his healing arts. A brazen smirk followed along with a slight nod.

"I hope this was enlightening," Zlova said at least. "By no means the worst you will even encounter, but far more dangerous than the Sith warrior that just walks up to you flailing a lightsaber around. Just blow up the ground under their feet and wave as they disappear from sight." Or kill them. Nothing wrong with killing them. People that were too straightforward in their tactics and subpar in their means, however, deserved what they got.

Of course, Zlova might be curious about how this affected the way Kranak viewed her. Despite how forward Zlova was, she knew asking might be too much. Some observations or statements needed to be initiated by the other party rather than prompted. This felt like one of them, and she was a patient predator.

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Lor'vram

Location: Kestri, Tor Valum, The Kom’rk, Training Facility, Simulation Room 34
Local Time: 07:57
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Heal Injuries
Secondary Objective: Continue With the Day, After Duel
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left in his locker in his barracks)
Tags: Zlova Rue

“I won’t soon forget it. Next time let’s wake the neighbors.”

At the Red Devil’s reply to his initial inquiry, the Supercommando had briefly paused before he pulled himself out of the rubble; his glimmering white visor would tilt to his side, his face hidden underneath his helmet’s faceplate had blushed a little red at her comment. Was she flirting with him and hinting at more fights such as this in the future? He wasn’t exactly sure. He didn’t know Zlova all that well. But in any case, it sounded like a chance to get to know her better, and a chance to brawl with her more! This fight was certainly educational and entertaining. It had been so long since the last time he faced an opponent that posed a true challenge. He could learn more ways to fight and kill the Sith through live fire exercises with her. As that is the case, he wouldn’t let that response of hers go unanswered.

He would be quick to recover from the unexpected reply. The giant would softly chuckle as he pulled himself out of the rubble before responding. <”I’ll take you up on that offer for more. . . fights in the future, verd.”> The giant replied playfully as he sat cross-legged next to her. He was certain she would understand the double-entendre behind ‘fights'.

The Lethan’s response to his offer for triage came in the form of a smirk, followed with the subtle nod of her head. With her permission he gently pulled her injured hand towards himself to take a better look at her injury. There was a long silence between the two while the Supercommando inspected the deep, bleeding gash that his wristband blade cut into her left hand’s proximal transverse ; her palm. The blade had also cut through several blood vessels. Nothing bled like a laceration wound from a monomolecular edged blade. <Got you good there, didn’t I?> The giant thought to himself as he reached for his own IFAK to stabilize her injury before heading to the medical wing for a full treatment for the both of them.

The IFAK was for him when he got injured for another medic or a medically trained verd to use in order to stabilize his injuries. Normally he’d use the contents of his medical backpack, if he had brought it along. He had left it in his barracks. Grunting from the aching all over his body as he reached for his IFAK, he pulled out two single-use Lidocaine auto-injectors, a Field Cauterizer, a Microsuture with dissolvable stitches and a Nervesplicer to fully heal her hand and treat her other injuries.

He’d first use the Field Cauterizer for disinfecting the wound. At the press of its button, the device would emit a low-frequency laser beam. Once the wound was disinfected, the giant would use the auto-injector to administer Lidocaine on her left hand to numb the limb before starting to suture the laceration on her hand. The Lethan would feel the soft sting of the auto-injector’s needle as the Supercommando injected the pain numbing drug on her hand.

The giant would reach for his helmet mounted macrobinoculars to utilize its built in Medisensor to see the severed arteries and damaged nerves better before healing them. With the movement of his eyes, utilizing the interactive heads-up display, he turned off the thermals and switched to the Medisensor feature of his macrobinoculars. It provided necessary medical data to the Supercommando that made the treatment of her injuries much faster and easier.

”I hope this was enlightening. By no means the worst you will ever encounter, but far more dangerous than the Sith warrior that just walks up at you flailing a lightsaber around. Just blow up the ground under their feet and wave as they disappear from sight.”

Zlove spoke as Kranak started to suture the severed blood-vessels of her laceration. The giant nodded in agreement as he kept his gaze on her left hand and the sutures as he worked. <”It sure was enlightening.”> the Supercommando muttered slowly as he managed to suture one of the major blood vessels together. Just one of more than a handful to stitch up. This would take a while. Chatting with his patient would make the time go by faster as he worked on her injuries.

<”You weren’t like any of the Dar’jetii I fought and killed,”> said Kranak after a moment of pause as he sutured another severed vein. <”You didn’t charge at me rashly with blind hatred. You observed your prey and ambushed him. You forced me to fight you on your terms. Just like a Mandalorian would in a fight.”> He uttered the last part as he spared a glance at her. There was genuinity in his words.

<Just like a Mandalorian would.> He repeated to himself in silence. She wasn’t so bad, after all. This conflict between him and Zlova had brought resolution and understanding for the Supercommando. It wasn’t the first time he settled a grievance or two over a good fight with a vod, nor would this be the last.

Then, she’d be just as Mandalorian as himself or any other vode, given she would stay true to her word. But calling her “vod” would take some getting used to for the giant, but he assumed it’d get easier as she continued to prove herself and her intentions to him and the rest of his vode, just like she earned his respect from him today.

The giant continued to work on her hand in the moment of silence that ensued after the giant spoke, but he would be the one that broke it this time. He had a question in mind that he had intended to ask her when they were in the Mess Hall, but was denied the opportunity to voice his inquiry.

<”What…”> The Supercommando muttered as he raised his gaze from her wounded hand and looked at the pair of golden eyes before him. He had stopped himself from inquiring, as he assumed this would be a more personal question, but after a long pause he continued as his curiosity got the better of him.

<”What’s Talohn to you?”> The Supercommando inquired. He would ask another question regarding Talohn after the answer to his first inquiry. <”How did you meet him?”>

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova watched Kranak as he claimed a seat nearby. She had nothing to say at the moment. Fact of the matter was, she was in pain. Oh, sure, when the blade carved a monomolecular grove in her hand it hadn't registered and the fight had gone on. Sure, when the floors collapsed and they fell several stories to end up among a pile of rubble, Zlova had managed to claim a throne in the ruins. And when Kranak spoke, the Lethan had engaged him in conversation without her voice cracking in the least. All of which was something Sith simply did -- never show weakness, use the pain. Yes, but reality set in at some point and it took effort to remain motionless while your hand burnt and your sides ached from getting pummeled. Even the Force couldn't stave off that much abuse forever. You always piped the piper eventually.

The 'pain' of Kranak's devices didn't register in the slightest compared to the sea of endless torment that came from the wound itself.

After a while of going to work on her hand, which was apparently in worse condition than Zlova realized, the giant of a Mandalorian spoke up again. Zlova blinked as she refocused on the moment instead of using the Force to hold everything together. What he had to say actually managed a chuckle from the Twi'lek. Not at him, of course. "This is going to sound horrific -- but I don't care because I'm a monster like that -- not all Sith are tahla'ada calyr," Zlova replied in turn. Lost something in the translation, but not every Sith was a mindless brute. "Though," and this was a bit strange, "I have to admit... I've actually been enjoying my time with you Mandalorians. I don't know everything about you, but I think we share more in common than we know." A truthful statement some would find impossible to be anything but a fabrication. The pragmatism and hunter's spirit of these metal-wearing men and women didn't chaff in the slightest.

Then another pause followed as they reflected on what was said and the man continued to work. At least the sea of fire had diminished perceptively while Zlova sat there. It was only broken when Kranak seemed to start, but not finish a question. Zlova stared at him in response as if she could will him to spit it out; which the man would not long afterward.

Talohn Atar ? Where in the Nether had that come from? "We have sex." What? Was she supposed to say they held hands and read each other poetry? "We met in a casino on Bovo Yaggen. Bu'nas'a Cat was wearing a tuxedo and a hideous green helmet. I think we talked until they stopped the music." Zlova laughed. "After that I showed up at his ship for dinner, he introduced me to this copikla daughter, and then we slaughtered some slavers together. At first I was just using him. Hot Twi'lek shows up, entertains you for a night, and you both move on. Only he kept calling me. Who calls a Sith Lord? He was the first one I even admitted it to." Now Kranak was... mm, the third. "Practically every time it was to get into danger, excitement, and near-death encounters so what wasn't to like?"

"Why do you ask?" Zlova regarded Kranak as she leaned back. Of course, she only told the parts leading up to the whole Mandalorian gig. Didn't want to bore him if the intended purpose was to glean something in particular.

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Lor'vram

Location: Kestri, Tor Valum, The Kom’rk, Training Facility, Simulation Room 34
Local Time: 08:00
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Heal Injuries
Secondary Objective: Continue With the Day, After Duel
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left in his locker in his barracks)
Tags: Zlova Rue

”We have sex.”

Kranak kept his gaze at Zlova’s golden eyes as she answered his inquiries. His glowing visor tilted to the left in bemusement. He wasn’t expecting such an up-front answer from the Lethan. He was wondering what Talohn had seen in her to accept her into his clan, but she probably understood his inquiry in a different way. He would reveal his true intention behind his question when he had the chance. She then continued to answer his second inquiry. The giant continued to listen to her answer; his hands weren’t moving as he paused treating her injured hand for the moment. His attention was fully diverted from her hand to listening to her answer his question.

”We met in a casino on Bovo Yaggen. Bu’nas’a Cat was wearing a tuxedo and a hideous green helmet. I think we talked until they stopped the music.” Zlova Laughed. “After that I showed up at his ship for dinner, he introduced me to his copikla daughter, and then we slaughtered some slavers together. At first I was just using him. Hot Twi’lek shows up, entertains you for a night, and you both move on. Only he kept calling me. Who calls a Sith Lord? He was the first one I even admitted it to. Practically every time it was to get into danger, excitement and near-death encounters so what wasn’t to like?”

The two sounded like they were in a relationship of some sort, but he paid no mind to it at the moment. The Red Devil gave the giant other important things to process than their relationship. The giant was gobsmacked behind his helmet’s faceplate and visor at the answer he got from Zlova. The Cathar had a kid!? Since when? He was certainly not aware of the fact that Talohn fostered a foundling!

And she revealed herself to be a Sith Lord! That explained a few things to Kranak. He had some guesses about her mastery of the Dark Side from the way she fought him, but that revelation confirmed his guess. His brows furrowed in a slight frown as he assumed she didn’t display her power to its full potential during the fight. That would have been an even better fight than what they had not too long ago, but the frown soon disappeared, replaced with a grin. They would have more opportunities to display their strength to each other in the future. Improving the tactics he used and finding newer ways of beating force users was something he was in dire need of.

Though his temper would have been quite nasty if she had revealed her status of Sith Lord early on in the Mess Hall before the fight.

”Why do you ask?”

Zlova asked in turn as she leaned back. There would be a long moment of silence as the giant continued to process her answer first. He then burst into a hearty chuckle suddenly as he slowly retracted the suture from her wounded hand, in order to not damage or re-open the stitched veins on accident as he laughed. In his mind he had imagined the way Talohn had looked from Zlova’s description. Though after a moment Kranak was forced to cease his laughter with a muffled, pained groan as the broken rib on his left side had stung into his flesh every time his broad chest bounced from laughing.

<”How in haran did he manage to charm you in that outfit?”> said the giant rhetorically as he giggled softly. There was no ridiculing intent behind his words, as far as he could express his intent anyway. He was genuinely surprised about it. It was hard to imagine a Mandalorian wearing formal attire. The beskar’gam was like their second skin, for some it was their skin, metaphorically speaking. <”Must’ve had the luck of the devil. But I got to give it to him, he seems to have a great, refined taste for beautiful and dangerous women.”> He complimented them both as he turned his gaze from the pair of golden eyes back at her injured hand, and continued with his work. <”Charmed a Sith Lord,”> he muttered to himself as he reached for the Nervesplicer on his lap. <”Hah, I’ll be damned.”>

He had patched up several veins and blood-vessels already. The flesh was still cut deeply though, as well as the nerves on her hand severed. Restoring her hand back into what it was before the injury inflicted deviously by the giant would take him a few more moments, but she would recover fully. The same applied to the rest of her injuries.

The Supercommando would answer her inquiry slowly as he started to heal the damaged nerves on her injured hand. <”I wondered about what he saw in you that I couldn’t,”> said Kranak. <”You don’t casually sponsor someone into your Clan and House. A Sith Lord, less so.”> the giant swiftly looked at her face before continuing. <”Without good reason, anyway.”> He then turned his gaze at the injury once again. He had managed to regrow some of the severed nerves using the specialized tool. There was more to be healed, though.

He still wasn’t sure what Buir saw in her that made her approve of the Red Devil’s status as Mandalorian in the eyes of The Enclave. Whatever the reason, she seemed like she had more than what it takes to walk the path of Mandalorian, as he found out for himself.

Another question came to mind as he healed her damaged nerves. Why did she reveal her true level of power to Kranak? Did she just unintentionally let it slip like that? No, it couldn’t be. This wasn’t something you’d mistakenly say, especially to a Mandalorian if one were to take the bloody past between the Sith and the Mandalorians. She even said that Talohn was the first one she admitted it to. There was only one way to find out. Once he found the opportunity to speak, the giant would ask <”You revealed that you’re a Sith Lord to me. Why?”>

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova chuckled. It had been an atrocious outfit. A Sith Lord wouldn't be caught dead wearing it, but their sense of fashion made a Twi'lek learn not to judge people by their armor. Half of them wore suits to make them seem imposing when they were the least decisive excuses for 'Lords' (or 'Ladies') she ever had the displeasure to witness.

"Now who's flirting?" The Twi'lek smirked as Kranak started to go back to work. Of course she'd call him out even if he hadn't called her out. Who said anything about being fair? Plus Zlova just liked flirting and teasing others when she wasn't busy planning how to use or kill them. It was the social side of a genocidal maniac. Not that slaughtering an entire planet was something she enjoyed, but one's crimes didn't vanish because you finally cut down your former Master.

Kranak soon answered the Lethan's probing question as to the origin and nature of his request. It would shape what else she might tell him. As liberal with her thoughts as Zlova was, she didn't go around telling everyone her secrets or motivations. In fact, often times she'd outright lie. You never knew who your friends were until one's life was on the line -- that split moment of indecision giving way to a choice. Which path they chose mattered, and Zlova paid extra attention to it in deciding who even approached 'trustworthy.' The betrayal of her past had left its emotional scar.

A soft laugh followed Kranak's comments about Talohn introducing her to the clans. "We started off just talking. Both of us confessed to enjoying a good blood bath of slavers. Pretty sure I sealed his interest when I treated Monari respectfully, and didn't try murdering them." Zlova gave the Mandalorian a wink. "After that... repeated instances of fighting along side one another, not betraying one another, and lots of physical attraction." That latter part hadn't escaped her attention either. There'd been times she caught the Cathar discretely peeking at her then getting a thoughtful expression on his furry face. How she felt about that, though... That was the question.

"Honestly?" Her golden eyes focused on Kranak once more. "We don't agree on everything. He wants to help free slaves, protecting them, and to give them a chance for a better life. I believe slaves should fight for their freedom; if I break their bonds and give them a weapon I expect them to take it up and defend themselves while I go out and finish mopping the slavers up. In the end, we both want to make the galaxy a better place. Our methods differ at times, but not so much we oppose one another -- like most Sith that want galactic conquest would."

As the man continued his administrations, Zlova found the pain that bled through the local anesthetic -- which was quite a bit from the nerve damage -- lessened. Not that she was worried about long term effects. Medical science and alchemy could do wonders. If they couldn't? Well, what was done was done. No point wasting time crying about it. And, yes, that was a lesson Sith learned while they were young if they grew up among other Sith. Loss was real, personal, and inevitable. Their lives were cloaked in the darkness to which they held dearly.

Zlova shifted in her throne of ruin, and even leaned toward him without moving her injured hand. "Because you need to understand your enemy. Sith are ruthless, self-centered monsters who spend their lives amassing power to dominate others and the world around them. You don't ask a Sith Knight how the inner workings of such a cut-throat society works. They know enough to keep their mouths shut around people like me; not who you can kill without rallying every other Lord or Lady against you." A smirk pulled on her lips for a moment. "And you need to know our fight today was just the beginning. Trust me," she leaned back again slowly, "I won't let you grow bored."

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Lor'vram

Location: Kestri, Tor Valum, The Kom’rk, Training Facility, Simulation Room 34
Local Time: 08:04
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Heal Injuries
Secondary Objective: Continue With the Day, After Duel
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left in his locker in his barracks)
Tags: Zlova Rue

“Now who’s flirting?”

The Lethan smirked to Kranak’s remark about Talohn’s taste for women. A soft, hearty chuckle was the Supercommando’s response as he smiled from ear to ear. It was only fair to respond to her flirting in kind.

”We started off just talking. Both of us confessed to enjoying a good blood bath of slavers. Pretty sure I sealed his interest when I treated Monari respectfully, and didn’t try murdering them. After that… repeated instances of fighting alongside one another, not betraying one another, and lots of physical attraction.”

The giant would listen as the Red Devil sat before him and talked in detail about how the Cathar managed to charm her. The Supercommando occasionally laughed softly at her remarks about Talohn. Fighting shoulder to shoulder with someone or a group of individuals did in fact build strong relationships and friendships that would last for a lifetime for some.

“Honestly? We don’t agree on everything. He wants to help free slaves, protecting them, and to give them a chance for a better life. I believe slaves should fight for their freedom; if I break their bonds and give them a weapon I expect them to take it up and defend themselves while I go out and finish mopping the slavers up. In the end, we both want to make the galaxy a better place. Our methods differ at times but not so much we oppose one another -- like most Sith that want galactic conquest would.”

He gave a nod of his head at Zlova as he continued to regrow the last remaining severed nerves with the Nervesplicer. He agreed with her on that remark. Groups under oppression such as slaves under the oppression of their masters would fare better if they earned their freedom themselves once their shackles were cast away by their saviors and once they were handed a blaster to fight for their lives. There wasn’t going to be a Mandalorian right around the corner to help them out all the time afterall.

Putting the Nervesplicer on his lap, the Supercommando reached for the field cauterizer on his lap after fully regrowing the damaged nerves on the Lethan’s injured hand. The wound was good to be fully closed up. The giant increased the field cauterizer’s power with the turn of the small black knob to the back of the hand-held device in order to close the laceration with ease, as it was still set to low after he used it for disinfecting purposes. The device emitted a low frequency laser as he used it to close her laceration; a scar followed the laser closely as he closed the wound.

But in a few days and some bacta, the scarred tissue would be erased; that is if she chose it to have it fully healed. Some warriors like the giant himself kept some or all of their scars. The Supercommando himself referred to his past injuries as ‘medals’, most of which were earned in the line of duty; they dated back to his time in the Mandalorian Union when he fought the Graug and the Dar’manda Commandos.

The Lethan still had his attention as he listened to her answer while he continued his work. He would raise his visor and look at her once he felt Zlova shifting on the rubble and leaning towards him.

“Because you need to understand your enemy. Sith are ruthless, self-centered monsters who spend their lives amassing power to dominate others and the world around them. You don’t ask a Sith Knight how the inner workings of such a cut-throat society works. They know enough to keep their mouths shut around people like me; not who you can kill without rallying every other Lord or Lady against you.”

A smirk spread across her dark red lips for a mere moment before she continued on. The giant continued to listen to her in silence.

”And you need to know our fight today was just the beginning. Trust me, I won’t let you grow bored.”

She said as she leaned back again. That reinforced the fact that they would be fighting more in the future. That was good! He knew a thing or two about the Sith, but his knowledge was still very much limited, compared to her. He would have to learn more about them from Zlova and improve his skills. This would perhaps mark the start of a mutual relationship as they would assist one another to improve each other’s skills and knowledge to become better warriors.

The giant reached for a bacta patch from his IFAK as she leaned back and removed its packing before he wrapped it around her left hand. In silence, the giant applied the dressing on her left palm tightly. The giant spoke as he wrapped her hand. <”Alright, that should do the trick. Change the bacta patch dressing once a day after you rub some bacta on that scar until it disappears. Shouldn’t take more than three days for it to fully disappear,”> said Kranak as he shifted his attention to the blaster wound on her upper left bicep. <”Bacta does wonders.”>

The burnt tissue resulting from a particle blaster bolt wasn’t so severe unlike the laceration the Supercommando had patched up not too long ago. Though he was certain the Red Devil was in moderate pain from it. Thermal damage resulting in mostly second degree burns, though concentrated to the centre of the blaster wound was more severe. The blaster bolts upon contacting flesh unopposed by armor tend to have devastating results. Luckily, this was a flesh wound.

<”And that,”> remarked the Supercommando as he scooched closer to the Lethan to inspect the wound more closely. <”Is why we wear armor.”> Said Kranak as he reached for a laser scalpel and a pair of tweezers from his IFAK and put them on his lap. Grasping the second single-use Lidocaine auto-injector, the giant gently administered the local anesthetic on her left bicep to numb the limb. Zlova would feel the auto-injector’s needle sting her flesh softly as the Supercommando administered the Lidocaine. <”You might feel an odd sensation as I remove the dead tissue here.”> The Supercommando gave notice to Zlova as he administered the local anesthetic. As he didn’t have a fismyle flush with him in his IFAK, he would have to do this the old fashioned way. He made a mental note of going over his IFAK later today when he would replace the used medical items. There would be several new items he’d have to add and some old ones to remove from his IFAK as he would go over his kit tonight.

<”The name’s Kranak by the way,”> said the giant as he first disinfected the wound as per procedure with his field cauterizer, then started to carefully remove the charred, dead tissue from her blaster wound with the pair of tweezers and the laser scalpel. <”Kranak Vizsla.”> It wouldn’t hurt to introduce himself by name if he and Zlova were going to be training together in the future. She had revealed her identity back when they were in the Mess Hall, after all.

The Supercommando would continue to remove the dead, charred skin from her blaster wound before wrapping her bicep with a bacta patch. The treatment for her blaster wound wouldn’t take as long as treating her injured left hand. One of the most common injury types all medics faced in the present day was blaster wounds. As such, with considerable experience under his belt, he was supremely qualified for the task. The giant would be working in silence, only disturbing the quiet when replying or commenting to Zlova’s remarks as he treated her.

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova appreciated Kranak's hard work, but the Twi'lek had to privately admit she was glad when it was over. Pain certainly had lessened, which was nice. Next time she'd skip the 'impale myself' part of the fight. Seemed like too much work afterward to deal with. Of course Talohn would no doubt talk about armor if she brought this up. What Sith or Jedi ran around holding a lightsaber wearing armored gloves? Certainly not something strong enough to stop a monomolecular blade between the fingers. They should just all be happy her hand hadn't been perpendicular to the blade.

"Good. Maybe you hadn't noticed," the woman smirked for a moment, "but the only scars on this masterpiece are from the Sith Tattoos." Damn beetles. Zlova didn't keep any scars she could avoid; her body was as much a weapon as anything else, and one didn't leave a weapon in disrepair if they had a choice. Though sometimes aesthetic damage happened from use and there was nothing for it, the aesthetic was functional so it mattered in her case.

As Kranak took to a new source of pain and injury, the Twi'lek laughed. "You have a great deal to learn about Sith. Especially Lethan like me. Masters with Twi'lek don't train them using heavy armor -- detracts from the scenery. I've suffered worse. And as for pain or discomfort, I've certainly suffered worse. Just short of tearing a person's mind apart level of pain -- the type you don't come back from unchanged." Typically, you came back insane.

Though the man wasn't wrong about the sensation. Not quite enough to draw a look, but noticeable. If Zlova knew he was going to town on her injuries she would have told him to save the pain medicine for someone that needed it. Though, yes, the Twi'lek wouldn't shed tears over not being forced to endure all of it. She was a sadist, not a masochist; the latter was just a consequence of the lifestyle.

"Kranak Vizsla," Zlova echoed. "You're surprisingly skilled when it comes to healing. About as surprising as finding a Sith that heals others. And," the Twi'lek paused for half a second to smirk, "spare me the 'it makes me a better killer' response." She chuckled even if that thought hadn't crossed Kranak's mind. "It may very well do just that, but that doesn't mean such a person bothers to heal others. Your Clan should be proud to have you among them." Everyone was a warrior these days, but a warrior and a medic? Helped you stand out in the crowd.

"So, in exchange for my scandalous insight on the Sith, I hope you will do me the honor of telling me about Mandalorians. That is what I told the Quartermaster I was here to do after all," Zlova responded answering one of Kranak's unasked questions or intents with the earlier inquiries. "To learn about you, and become stronger for it."

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Lor'vram

Location: Kestri, Tor Valum, The Kom’rk, Training Facility, Simulation Room 34
Local Time: 08:06
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Heal Injuries
Secondary Objective: Continue With the Day, After Duel
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left in his locker in his barracks)
Tags: Zlova Rue

”Good. Maybe you hadn’t noticed, but the only scars on this masterpiece are from the Sith Tattoos.”

Kranak chuckled softly in response, followed by a nod of his head shortly after. She was beautiful, more so with the tattoos she referred to as ‘scars’. He was certain the Lethan had made a lot of heads turn in lust in the casino where she met with Talohn with that 'masterpiece' of hers. Twi’leks were one of the most beautiful species out there in the galaxy after all. It was a blessing and a curse for them. Twi’lek women were often in high demand among those chaakare that were in the slave business just for that reason alone.

”You have a great deal to learn about Sith. Especially Lethan like me. Masters with Twi’lek don’t train them using heavy armor -- detracts from the scenery. I’ve suffered worse. And as for pain or discomfort, I’ve certainly suffered worse. Just short of tearing a person’s mind apart level of pain -- the type you don’t come back from unchanged.”

There’d be a long pause before the giant responded to pain. <”Tearing a person’s mind. . .”> he repeated, zoning out as he cut free a small chunk of charred skin with the surgical laser after gently pulling it with the tweezers and keeping it still with it as he cut it. <”I’m all too familiar with that.”> he muttered flatly. His joyous mood from before was replaced with hate, rage and sorrow. Remembering the torture he endured -not just physical, but mental torture- rekindled a lot of unpleasant memories from over a year ago. His hand’s paused in remembrance of all those other captured brothers and sisters he was forced to watch getting tortured. Their screams had wounded him deeper than any blade could have cut into his mortal flesh as both their blood and spirit was infused with the sacred metal of his people in the creation of Tal’beskar, in a sacrificial manner. His muscles visibly tensed up as his more relaxed breathing pattern changed; his broad chest rose and fell rapidly. His blood boiled for sweet revenge for what she had done to his vode. Apollyon.

What had hurt him even more was the fact that he couldn’t do anything to save them. They never pleaded for mercy, though. Their bodies were broken and beyond saving after a while, but their spirit was strong as ever as they were murdered. They were in Manda now, the afterlife. The best way to honor them was to remember their deeds, their legacy; on top of avenging their deaths by murdering the traitors that took their lives.

”Kranak Vizsla,”

Hearing his name snapped him out of delving deeper into his painful past experiences. The giant would look up at the pair of golden eyes before him, listening to the Lethan in silence.

”You’re surprisingly skilled when it comes to healing. About as surprising as finding a Sith that heals others. And spare me the ‘it makes me a better killer’ response. It may very well do just that, but that doesn’t mean such a person bothers to heal others. Your Clan should be proud to have you among them.”

He did take pride in his work and interest in the art of healing. It wasn’t a rare skill among Mandalorians as she assumed, however. Every Mandalorian knew how to take care of their own injuries, but their knowledge of medicine seldom exceeded that of a first aid practitioner, not comparable to a medic. <”Well, someone’s got to look after their fellow vode and make sure their limbs are still attached to their bodies now, right?”>

He didn’t sound as cheerful as before this time, still under the effects of remembering his time under captivity of the Dar’manda. Zlova continued as he kept his gaze at her.

”So, in exchange for my scandalous insight on the Sith, I hope you will do me the honor of telling me about Mandalorians. That is what I told the Quartermaster I was here to do after all, to learn about you, and become stronger for it.”

After a moment of pause, the Supercommando would continue healing her blaster wound as he indulged her curiosity of the Mando’ade. He’d remove a few more chunks of charred skin while he spoke. <”We’re all soldiers and nomadic people by heart,”> Kranak said, speaking softly as he taught her the basic concept of what being a Mandalorian was. <”We rarely ever had a place we could call ‘home’ unlike the aruetiise. Our nation, our culture lives on and travels within all of our hearts.”> Said the giant, as he beat his chest a few times with his right fist right where his heart would be.

He would pause briefly before continuing, as he removed the last chunk of charred skin off her blaster wound. The burn wasn’t so severe now that the dead tissue was removed to make way for the healthy skin. With some bacta, it would heal nicely with no scarring. <”Our Clan, House -and inherently- family, and trusting one another means everything to us, as well. I have fought shoulder to shoulder and healed countless brothers and sisters of which I never knew by name, yet they had no issues entrusting their lives into my capable hands,”> Kranak said. The Mandalorian’s mood improved as he spoke over time. <”I never had any second thoughts about entrusting my life into the hands of vode I never saw their face. We’re all a one big family in a way, us Mandalorians; bound to each other by honor and creed.”>

The giant would utter the ancient rhyme -the Resol’nare, the Six Actions- uttered by thousands of Mandalorians in the past before continuing.

<” Ba’jur bal beskar’gam,
Ara’nov, aliit,
Mando’a bal Mand’alor-
An vencuyan mhi.”>

<”And yet there are those damnable few that betrayed the creed and thus the Mando’ade,”> The giant sighed in frustration; anger and hate coursing through his veins once again. <”Dar’manda. Men -and women- without a soul. A husk of their former selves, rotten to the core!”> the giant bursted with deep hatred and anger as he explained the concept of Dar’manda.

He paused for a moment to calm down; his chest rose and fell slowly with each deep breath. It was hard to control himself even at the mention of the traitors. He was a very calm Mandalorian under fire. He did get excited on a few occasions during a fight, but that never went unchecked, so excessive to a point it made it difficult to focus on a mission -or a hunt- at hand. But the same could not be said once he fought against the Dar’manda. Caution, rational thinking and the care of his well being was all thrown away unintentionally at the sight of the traitors. All that would be in his mind would be hundreds of excruciatingly painful ways of killing them.

<”Without the Mando Heart, you have nothing; not even a soul. Damnation awaits their end once they meet our righteous fury.”> Kranak said once he was calmer. He could never understand why they betrayed the Mandalorian people. Was it greed? Lies and empty promises for more power? He knew not, all he knew was they were no longer a Mandalorian for whatever the traitorous act saw them reduced to such a low state of existence. It was hard to believe they were like him, once.

<”And that’s why those vode in the Mess Hall you sat next to were displeased with you. Trust. For them, calling you ‘vod’ will take some time getting used to,”> The giant said as he set aside the laser scalpel and the tweezers and reached for another pack of bacta patch from his IFAK to wrap around her left upper bicep. <”You have much to prove to them, and The Verd’goten to prepare and look forward to, if you truly wish to learn and become a part of the Mando’ade and grow stronger.”>

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova's eyes slowly blinked as she watched the Mandalorian before her carefully. Most Force Users were able to sense positive and negative flows of energy especially as they grew or fell in an area -- the tides that comprised The Force. Talk of nearly unendurable pain drew out a dark well of emotion within Kranak that was difficult to miss. As for what memories had been dredged up, however, Zlova hadn't any idea. Some claimed to have the ability to pull information out of people, but she wasn't one of them. No one was a Master in every ability using the Force. Each power took considerable time to learn to the point it was useful in the wider world.

Fortunately, whatever hole he'd stumbled into emotionally didn't have such a strong hold Kranak wasn't drawn out when she mentioned his name. Zlova chuckled in response to his retort. "A pitfall so many Warrior Cultures fell prey to. A staunch belief in nothing but power is a weakness of the Sith. Someone like you 'wasting' time learning how to heal when they should find a new way to murder gets looked down on more often than not. Good to see this Enclave hasn't completely succumbed to that belief." There were no doubt some that might think strength above all else, but Zlova doubted they'd be screaming that if they lost an arm.

Kranak then launched into a brief summary of what it meant to be Mandalorian. A lengthy description that held the Twi'lek's attention even as the man continued to work at the wound in her arm.

It wasn't long before a major difference between their two cultures was highlighted -- the belief that others of your kind meant everything to you. Sith were dreadfully individualistic. Self-reliance was literally beaten into them. Sure, they could get along and so long as no one impeded another's plans they did. The moment someone became even mildly annoying though? They were moved aside. The idea of trusting others was... romantic.

Next, Kranak mentioned their Creed, which was fairly decent actually. More of note, however, was how passionate and worked up Kranak became discussing Dar'manda. It was a roman candle of emotional energy the likes of which Sith used against their enemies. Everyone had a button. Finding it was the hard part. Exploiting it was a Sith specialty. Just ask the Jedi.

Though Zlova wasn't entirely sold on this religious fervor about Dar'manda lacking a soul -- or the Manda for that matter. The Manda was roughly equivalent to 'returning to the Force' or ending up in the Nether. They were free to believe whatever they wanted. But the idea about Dar'manda... what did that meant for everyone in the galaxy that didn't adhere to the Mandalorian Way? They had their own, separate afterlife, or were they all soulless? And how did one suddenly lose their soul? Literally, the Twi'lek found it just another quaint belief to distill the complex down into a sound bite. Metaphorically, however, she could see the meaning behind it.

A shrug of the shoulder not involved in Kranak's work followed his final sentiments. "They shouldn't trust me." Zlova smiled for a moment. "If you hear of a Mandalorian say 'give her a chance' and they have never met me and know nothing about me? Strike them in the head and tell them to wake up. Never trust a Sith at their word. Yes, we at times uphold our word, but we don't ostracize one another if we break it -- provided it is broken for the right reason, and you don't care who they betrayed."

"I meant what I said earlier," the Lethan added. "I'm not going to try surmounting every challenge or pass every test like I'm trying to become the next Mand'alore. But I will listen to the tenants of your Way, endure your trials, and strive to become the best warrior I can be."

"To be honest, so far I've found being among you... enlightening. Mandalorians are honorable warriors. I can't even claim the Sith way as being far superior as the Empire recently collapsed," Zlova added with a bark of laughter. "In some respects I have more in common with you than the genocidal maniacs in charge these days. How's that for irony?"

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Lor'vram

Location: Kestri, Tor Valum, The Kom’rk, Training Facility, Simulation Room 34
Local Time: 08:08
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Heal Injuries
Secondary Objective: Continue With the Day, After Duel
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left in his locker in his barracks)
Tags: Zlova Rue

The Baar’ur listened to the Lethan’s comment in silence as he wrapped the bacta patch tightly around the wound. The burnt, dead tissue from particle blaster bolt residue was all cleaned up now. The wound would fully heal with some bacta rubbed on it in less than a few days, though the dressing would have to be changed once a day until the wound was fully healed.

”They shouldn’t trust me. If you hear a Mandalorian say ‘give her a chance’ and they have never met me and know nothing about me? Strike them in the head and tell them to wake up. Never trust a Sith at their word. Yes, we at times uphold our word, but we don’t ostracize one another if we break it -- provided it is broken for the right reason, and you don’t care who they betrayed.”

The giant didn’t utter a word as he continued to listen, but he was uncertain as to how she’d fit in with the rest of the vode. He didn’t say trust between Mandalorians was important for nothing. The trust between you and the man or woman you’d be fighting shoulder to shoulder was very important. It was one of the factors that went into determining whether you’d live to fight another day after a battle, or whether you’d be six feet under.

”I meant what I said earlier, I’m not going to try surmounting every challenge or pass every test like I’m trying to become the next Mand’alore. But I will listen to the tenants of your Way, endure your trials, and strive to become the best warrior I can be.”

That was good to hear from her, at least she would try her best to become one of them. She would have to trust in the warriors she’d fight alongside with, and vice versa as they fought against the enemies of the Mando’ade and The Enclave. But could she be trusted, really? She had said it herself that she wasn’t the one to be trusted, that you would never want to trust a Sith at their word.

Time would tell. People changed over time, maybe she’d change as well. Maybe she won’t stab the Mando’ade in the back, unlike those that laid waste to Manda’yaim. He’d have to see it for himself, whatever would come to pass in due time.

”To be honest, so far I’ve found being among you… enlightening. Mandalorians are honorable warriors. I can’t even claim the Sith way as being far superior as the Empire recently collapsed, in some respects I have more in common with you than the genocidal maniacs in charge these days. How’s that for irony?”

<”Hah, that sure is ironic.”> said the giant with a smirk hidden underneath his faceplate when he finished wrapping the bacta patch tightly around her blaster wound on her left upper bicep. <”What makes you say that, though?”> The Supercommando inquired as he scanned her from head to toe using the medisensor on his helmet mounted macrobinoculars for finding and identifying more injuries after wrapping her injury with the bacta patch. <”You’re more Sith than a vod,”> A couple of fractures on her rib cage were highlighted on his medisensor as he spoke, as well as minor cuts and scrapes all over her body. Her sixth and seventh rib to her left side had several closed and nondisplaced oblique fractures. <”Well, for now, at least.”> Kranak added as he started to pack up the medical equipment he had used for treating her back into his IFAK.

He could do a quick and dirty operation here and mend her fractured bones, but the simulation room they were in wouldn’t pass for a sterile environment for the procedure. Not that it would bother him, no. He was a Baar’ur after all. He was expected to perform in such environments to stabilize an injured person in order to dispatch said individual to the next level of medical care if necessary, but there was a medical facility in the Kom’rk on the floor they were in already. It wasn’t a long walk from the sim room to there as well. He’d be able to treat her injuries -and his injuries as well- once they reached the Medbay in a better equipped and in a far more sterile environment than this.

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova slowly lifted her arm and regarded the bandage after Kranak was through. Sure it hurt to move even sitting still with how muscles pulled on her side, but if someone were to strike now whining about pain wouldn't do any good. Pain existed, as pleasure existed. Fleeting, transitory moments providing relief or guidance through all of life's joys and sorrows.

Golden rings slid over toward Kranak after he finished his sentiment. Something told her he heard her loud and clear moments ago. Which was good. Long as he didn't take it too far. It would be foolish to believe what Zlova said because it sounded pleasing; but once they got to know her then they could weigh her quality. Though even then Zlova would urge caution -- if she were being fully transparent, which she probably wouldn't. No need to constantly have them second guessing her 'loyalties.' After all, she was an exceptionally talented liar when she indulged herself.

"I'll paint Sith as the darkest, most evil creatures you have ever laid eyes upon; but in the end most of us are just people. There's more diversity within our ranks than you'd expect. Personally, I've never indulged in wanton slaughter like some are prone towards. I don't see the point. You Mandalorians don't needlessly seek conflict either. You don't hunt people for sport to justify your existence; you hunt them because there is a bounty, it pays, and your skills are put to the test. A rational exchange for a rational purpose, wouldn't you say?" Zlova paused with a smile. "So tell me what's rational about destroying an entire planet, Kranak. How does they strengthen the people that did it, or the galaxy as a whole? Millions and billions slaughtered and some have the gall to claim they'd excised the weak. Yet not one of them would have fared better if they had been on that planet when it was annihilated. That doesn't exemplify the Sith Code -- but the Code is easily made to justify it because it helps maintain control."

"If you had Force Powers, I think our philosophies would be far more aligned than most could stomach; or if I had grown up without the Force then perhaps I would have been happiest as a Mandalorian." Would that have happened? Who could say? Probably some ancient Force cave somewhere that could show you Paths Not Taken or some such romantic drivel. Zlova wasn't wasting her time looking for a glimpse at What Could Have Been.

Lips pressed together firmly, Zlova slowly began to force herself up to her feet despite the uncomfortable shifting internally. She did her best to hide the grimaces or how difficult it was to stand up perfectly straight. A discrete look over at the Mandalorian followed curious if the two of them would be limping along together, or if they'd both play the pride card.

"Speaking of," she paused to clear her throat, "earlier... I sensed a great deal of anger within you, Kranak. Fuel someone like myself uses to propel them forward in the worst of times -- so, every day. Something a monstrous vod like myself could help with? Harness it? Butcher someone? You'll find I'm full of surprises, and I don't judge people." Not unfairly anyway. After all, the Twi'lek called a genocidial maniac a maniac; even if that might encompass an Emperor of the Sith.

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Lor'vram

Location: Kestri, Tor Valum, The Kom’rk, Training Facility, Simulation Room 34
Local Time: 08:10
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Heal Injuries
Secondary Objective: Continue With the Day, After Duel
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left in his locker in his barracks)
Tags: Zlova Rue

Kranak sat in silence as he listened to the Lethan answering his question about why she thought she had more in common with the Mando’ade. Her response would be rather enlightening for the Supercommando.

”I’ll paint Sith as the darkest, most evil creatures you have ever laid eyes upon; but in the end most of us are just people. There’s more diversity within our ranks than you’d expect.”

His head tilted to his side in intrigue, and in disbelief. No, that wasn’t true. Or rather, couldn’t be true as to what he knew. At least to the extent of what he was taught about the Sith, anyway. They were detestably evil creatures to behold as far as he was taught, and as far as he saw for himself. She didn’t need to paint them in the darkest possible way, they were just that already from his experience with them anyway.

But what she had said about the Sith being just “people” started to sow seeds of doubt in his mind about the Sith. He knew his knowledge about them was nowhere near complete, and she obviously had a great deal of knowledge about the Sith, as she was a Sith Lord. What he was taught was perhaps a product of the war between the Sith and the Mandalorians. You had to dehumanize your enemy to show them no respite, and have absolutely no remorse once you killed them.

But still, this explanation wouldn’t change what they’ve done, nor would it cause the giant to feel any remorse for those Sith and their slave soldiers he had the pleasure of killing. He continued to listen to her without uttering a word, for now.

”Personally, I’ve never indulged in wanton slaughter like some are prone towards. I don’t see the point. You Mandalorians don’t needlessly seek conflict either. You don’t hunt people for sport to justify your existence; you hunt them because there is a bounty, it pays, and your skills are put to the test. A rational exchange for a rational purpose, wouldn’t you say?”

That was the case with most of them. There were those few that lost their rationality; warriors with an insatiable appetite for blood. They cared not whose blood that flowed with the exception of their fellow vode, but only that it flowed. He had such an appetite, but only for the enemies of the Mando’ade and The Enclave. He was disciplined enough to contain his lust for blood easily, most of the time. He could not say the same if he was fighting against the Dar’manda, however. That was when he lost his rationality completely until either they were dead, or he was.

”So tell me what’s rational about destroying an entire planet, Kranak. How does they strengthen the people that did it, or the galaxy as a whole?”

The giant humored the thought of what would be rational about destroying an entire planet. Condemning millions, billions to their deaths at a whim? The innocent and the foes altogether. It was dishonorable. There wasn’t even a scrap of glory in such an act. Though it was probably only good for one thing and one thing only: Show of force. Showing that you are not to be trifled with so lightly.

”Millions and billions slaughtered and some have the gall to claim they’d excised the weak. Yet not one of them would have fared better if they had been on that planet when it was annihilated. That doesn’t exemplify the Sith Code -- but the Code is easily made to justify it because it helps maintain control.”

The Supercommando slowly gave a nod of his head to that statement. One more subject they were more or less on the same page about.

”If you had Force Powers, I think our philosophies would be far more aligned than most could stomach; or if I had grown up without the Force then perhaps I would have been happiest as a Mandalorian.”

<”Perhaps a common ground is achievable, then.”> Kranak said in response. He was open to learning more and more about the Sith. He needed to know his enemy better, and for that he would need to expand his knowledge of them. The Lethan wanted to give her best shot at becoming a Mandalorian, to learn their history and culture, and eventually test her mettle in the Verd’goten. A mutual relationship between them could be possible.

The Red Devil stood up slowly; her dark red lips pressed together firmly, in an attempt to hide her grimace from the pain she was enduring. He could perhaps have hid it from other less perceptive warriors, but being around wounded vode that also did their best at concealing their pain, Kranak saw through her attempt of hiding her agony. Most Mandalorians tend to fight it and endure. He himself fell into that category. He had an easier time doing it as well. His pain tolerance was considerably higher than lesser beings, though there were some times when a grunt or a pained groan escaped his tight lips.

”Speaking of, earlier… I sensed a great deal of anger within you, Kranak. Fuel someone like myself uses to propel them forward in the worst of times -- so, every day. Something a monstrous vod like myself could help with? Harness it? Butcher someone? You’ll find I’m full of surprises, and I don’t judge people.”

The giant Supercommando looked at her for a few moments before he reached for his helmet mounted macrobinocular with his left hand, and lifted it upwards before he stood up and towered over the Lethan. <”It is nothing.”> He muttered flatly as he kept his gaze at the pair of golden eyes before him. She obviously wouldn’t believe that, given she sensed the way he felt about the Dar’manda. He knew she was aware it wasn’t “nothing” as he said, but he wasn’t ready to talk about the things he saw and endured during his year long captivity under Apollyon.

<”You have several fractures on your sixth and seventh rib to your left side. Continuing your, well. . . Our treatment in the MedBay would be better, vod.”> the Mandalorian tried to change the subject by hinting at her -and his- injury. He also needed to get himself checked up. There was only so much his Bacta Processing Implant could manage. Injuries to his flesh and other tissue with some bacta, coupled with the sped up processing of the medical substance thanks to his implant was no problem. What his implant couldn’t heal was complex and compound fractures. Those needed to be mended with a Bone-knitter.

His response to Zlova’s pursuit for an answer as to the source of the great anger he harbored would depend on her choice of words.

He was still enduring the agony inflicted at him from the fractured bones in his body. They burned like the surface of a star. They would start to swell soon, as well. Unless they were healed soon. He would be walking with her to the MedBay to get treatment for both himself and for the Lethan with a slight limp, hinting at the fracture on his left fibula.

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova stood there and stared at Kranak without blinking as the man actually played the stoic warrior card. 'Nothing?' She knew Jedi that'd gone mad with the Dark Side with far less anger than the pyre in the giant's heart in that moment. Having felt and been the cause of rage of that scale, Zlova knew it was something personal. The sort of thing people didn't want to talk about. The 'secret' that if a Sith found out could be used to send their opponent into a frenzy in the hope of distracting them or getting them to lower their guard.

After a moment, the Lethan shrugged despite -- or in spite of -- the pain. "You're the Doctor, vod." Zlova bumped the side of her fist against the big man's chestplate. "Come on." A smirk spread over her lips as she looked up at Kranak. If it was time to relocate then they could limp to the infirmary together.

After they started gingerly stepping over the rubble toward the exit, Zlova glanced over at her battered-buddy. "Yeah, so," the Twi'lek started off uninvited, "I used to live in this massive tower, because all of us Sith Lords have sarira envy. Anyway," Zlova shrugged as though she hadn't said anything, "lived there with this gorgeous woman. We were tight. Didn't care about acquiring all the power in the world, but took what we wanted because we're Sith. Then one day she has the sûdas stones to try and kill me. Binds me up at the top of the tower and has the whole damn thing collapse under me."

The Lethan paused as they got outside to tip her head back and laugh. "Dziaronira didn't foresee me falling from the tower into the lake nearby."

Zlova turned to look over at Kranak with a smile that lurked under radiantly shining, razor-sharp golden rings. "Only person in the whole galaxy I trusted, and she betrayed me to earn some Lord's favor. Took moonlighting as some avenger of justice in the Confederacy before I got fed up and realized what I needed to do... hunt that dziaronira down and end her. Not quickly. No, I was thinking something nice and slow before throwing her into the event horizon of a blackhole."

"What do you think, Kranak?" She continued to cross through the simulation chamber all the while addressing her companion. "Too much?"

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Lor'vram

Location: Kestri, Tor Valum, The Kom’rk, Training Facility, Simulation Room 34
Local Time: 08:13
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Heal Injuries
Secondary Objective: Continue With the Day, After Duel
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left in his locker in his barracks)
Tags: Zlova Rue

”You’re the doctor, vod. Come on”

The Red Devil said as she bumped the side of her fist over Kranak’s chestplate as a smirk formed over her dark red lips while he looked at his white glowing visor. The giant joined her in tow, walking with a limp on his left leg. They navigated the rubble around them and exited the small, derelict apartment complex and slowly started to make their way towards the exit of the simulation room in silence.

But Zlova started to chat as they walked past a car debris in front of the small apartment complex’ entrance. The Red Devil gave a glance at the giant as she spoke.

“Yeah, so I used to live in this massive tower, because all of us Sith Lords have sarira envy. Anyway, lived there with this gorgeous woman. We were tight. Didn’t care about acquiring all the power in the world, but took what we wanted because we’re Sith. Then one day she has the sûdas stones to try and kill me. Binds me up at the top of the tower and has the whole damn thing collapse under me.”

The giant listened to her in silence, wondering where she was going with this story. The Lethan then halted for a moment, not too long after they were out of the apartment complex and laughed before continuing.

”Dziaronira didn’t foresee me falling from the tower into the lake nearby. Only person in the whole galaxy I trusted, and she betrayed me to earn some Lord’s favor. Took moonlighting as some avenger of justice in the Confederacy before I got fed up and realized what I needed to do… hunt that dziaronira down and end her. Not quickly. No, I was thinking something nice and slow before throwing her into the event horizon of a blackhole.”

She said with a bright smile as she casted her gaze at the giant. He still exactly wasn’t sure as to why she disclosed this information with him. Was she starting to trust him? Perhaps she was. Maybe the respect he harbored for her was mutual, and then some. Regardless, he’d be indulgent. He was curious about what exactly happened to this aruetii when the Red Devil caught her to wreak vengeance on her mortal flesh and soul.

”What do you think, Kranak? Too much?”

There was a short moment of silence before he spoke his mind; with a woosh, his helmet depressurized as he pulled off his buy’ce and tucked it under his left arm. The glimmering white visor faded into obsidian black shortly after Kranak removed his helm. “A reasonable punishment. Sounds to me like she got what she deserved, as all traitors should.” The Vizsla said with a grin as he continued walking at the Lethan’s side as they trodded the streets littered with debris and mounds of rubble. No, it wasn’t “too much” for him.

“Tell me, did she beg for forgiveness while you had your vengeance?” Kranak asked the Lethan curiously. He would have done the same if he was betrayed by someone he trusted dearly, not to mention what he would do to those turn coats if he was given the chance. He knew he would have his chance, one way or the other. They couldn’t avoid their impending doom forever, only delay it for a time.

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova would have rolled her eyes if it wouldn't have sent the wrong impression. Kranak took off his helmet before he agreed the punishment fit the crime, and... that was all he said. Oh, yes, all traitors should be punished. A resounding commentary and admission of his own darkness and burning passion to lay waste to someone(s) in his past. It was a true breakthrough moment in their warrior therapy session.

Or not.

And that was why Sith weren't sharers. Even when they tried everyone else got squeamish and tried playing like they were little saints, or that everything was just fine. Even someone with a luxurious life in the galaxy would have something burning in their soul; some desperate desire to lash out to punish someone. Didn't matter how lavish someone's existence was, it just meant their rage would be directed at something someone like Kranak would consider petty; but the flame was still there no matter how minor the infraction seemed to those with far deeper wounds. So people should understand the Sith. They should join them. But what did they do? Hid from the truth -- about the galaxy and about themselves.

Kranak was going to be a hard nut to crack.

He was a giant, beskar nut, after all.

A soft snort followed the man's question. "A True Sith doesn't beg forgiveness, Kranak, because in their heart they did nothing wrong. All you can do is butcher them so they don't keep hurting you. Or," the Twi'lek smirked, "befriend them so you turn them against the other Sith. Either way," Zlova added with a quick wink in his direction.

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Lor'vram

Location: Kestri, Tor Valum, The Kom’rk, Training Facility, Headed Towards MedBay
Local Time: 08:16
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Heal Injuries
Secondary Objective: Continue With the Day, After Duel
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left in his locker in his barracks)
Tags: Zlova Rue

A short, soft chortle came from the Lethan in response to his inquiry as the two walked out of the Simulation Room on their way towards the MedBay. Her answer to his question followed soon after while they walked the facility’s corridors together.

”A True Sith doesn’t beg forgiveness, Kranak, because in their heart they did nothing wrong. All you can do is butcher them so they don’t keep hurting you. Or, befriend them so you turn them against the other Sith. Either way,”

Zlova said, winking in his direction with a smirk on her face. Kranak gave a puzzled glance towards her at first, processing her response. It didn’t take long for the Supercommando to understand. He never thought a Sith would consider him a friend. The mere thought of it never crossed his mind before. Harboring mutual respect from one warrior to another was one thing, but this?

She was starting to trust him, then. If one were to believe the story she shared with him. Sounded like she hated betrayal just as much as him. He wouldn’t be the one betraying her in this friendship. He had to respect and honor the cin vhetin, now. Your past sins erased. The person you once were before you walked the path of the Mandalorian would be expunged, forgotten. What mattered was who you were going to be afterwards.

If she at some point betrayed him and their vode, then that would be a bridge he’d cross if things would come to that point. He hoped that wouldn’t happen. But even if he did honor the cin vhetin, could he trust her in return? Maybe he couldn’t trust her words as she made it clear that it would be unwise to trust the words of a Sith, but actions spoke volumes, too. He would keep an eye on her.

Though they had to break the ice between one another, sooner or later. He preferred sooner than later.

The Supercommando came to a sudden halt as he turned to his right to face Zlova in response to her answer, and reached out towards her with his right hand with a smirk on his scarred face, seemingly for a handshake. If she extended her hand in return, he would grab her by her extended hand’s forearm firmly and would lean towards her to deliver a friendly, yet stern kov’nyn. It would be his way of confirming their burcyan, friendship.

 

[Zlova Rue]

The Twi'lek stopped when the large Mandalorian man beside her did. Her golden eyes peered over at him with that smirk on his scared face. Zlova honestly couldn't say she expected to be facing Kranak as they were in that moment. Most of the time she was flippant and cavalier about everything and everyone around her. Life was too transitory for her to be concerned with what other people thought or felt. Somehow her effort to relate to the man -- despite not getting him to confess anything -- still had an effect. A positive one, in fact.

Sithspit, she thought, why not? Long as Kranak didn't expect her to trust him any more than he trusted her. Betrayal was a hell of a drug -- all side effects, no perks.

Zlova reached out with her hand as the man invited her to do. It wasn't quite a handshake, but nothing wrong with a forearm clasp. The kov'nym though... well, it caused the Lethan to bat her eyes afterward. A slight rotation of her head soon followed as a smile danced on her dark red lips. "If you're going to keep doing that going forward, maybe I do need a helmet." It hadn't hurt, of course, especially with his helmet off; just a small joke in light of Kranak's friendly head-bump.

Of course there was no need to go crazy -- Talohn Atar -- a beskar headband might suffice instead to distribute the force of a good, friendly impact. Zlova might discuss it with the Cat later. Might regret it too as he'd no doubt point out the benefits of a proper (and no doubt tradition) armor to the Sith once more. Not that she disagreed on any particular point. It was the entire principal of the matter. Last thing Zlova wanted was to end up looking like Darth Malgus.

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