Misery loves Company (Quinn)

[Darth Odium]

...Odium Mode Initiating...

Surrounded by bacta Odium floated as he healed from Korriban. The holocron of Dathka Graush was being sent to [member="Valik"] at this very moment and Odium sported a new cybernetic foot from the ankle down. He would be here for some time yet but it made little difference. Something of far greater concern was at the forefront of his everturning mind. [member="Quinn Vos"], he could feel her somewhere and she had drawn close. With the force he reached out to her over who could say how far and called her to come. He called not as an enemy now but as one bound to another calls. Almost like a longing for a missing limb.

He floated motionless as he waited for her to come and planned his next actions. He wondered if she would be the apprentice and companion he had search for or if he would just use her to further his final purpose, the purpose that would change the galaxy forever if it succeeded, or rip it apart if it failed.

 

[Quinn Vos]

Odium

She already belonged to him even if she warred within herself. Hardened bare-feet silently tread along the facility as her warped-blood called to the sith nautolan. Arm strained, an arrow set to her bow with the shaft just brushing against her chapped-lips.

She shot an arrow into each guard as she approached, swiftly and silently replacing from the quiver at her back. Whistle-whip went the arrows. Thud-thump went the bodies as they hit the ground. The Kiffar warrior took no chances. She wanted his blood for her shame, the scar on her taught midriff demanded it. But at the same time, the thought of succeeding terrified her.

He was close now, so close.

Her heart thrummed in her chest as she cautiously stepped into the room and came face-to-face with the stranger she already knew so intimately. Sturdy-digits tightened on the bow as she aimed the arrow at the tank. But the huntress hesitated and stared, frozen as a statue.

[member="Darth Odium"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

He could feel her as he floated eyes closed as she drew near. He felt the lives extinguish and even here he drew on the force and pulled the life essences into himself then locked them away. She felt her enter and his longing to see her was as confusing as it was real. She was still filled with hate and anger but other emotions were entangled among those from before. He wanted to be nearer but he also wanted to consume her life.

Black eyes no longer able to hold shut sprung open and met her eyes of emerald-fire. The mocha skin and mud brown hair just as he pictured her in his mind everytime he closed his eyes since leaving Korriban. Her bow was drawn and he ignored it conpletely. A large hand reached up slowly and pressed to the glass as his black eyes locked with hers.

<<You came.>> He spoke after a long silence, <<I dreamed you would.>>

He did not know what to say or really how the bond had taken hold but he did know he could sense her. He knew her intimately but knew nearly nothing as well. He waited and finally smiled.

<<What will you do with your weapon?>> he asked, <<Will you kill me now? Now that I'm bound to you alone?>>

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]

She was a tall and proud warrior and yet, she felt her muscles begin to yield when she connected with his deep-black orbs. Through a mixture of the sith's bond and her own intuition, she communicated back into the nautolan's mind, the spoken language barrier temporarily suspended. In that moment, she knew she was at his mercy - so approached the nexu into the terentatek's den.

.:I could no sooner cut off my own hand:. Surprise at the ease to silent-speak flickered across her tan-features. Cautiously, she glanced over her shoulder as the arrow went back into the quiver and the bow slung across her back, even though she knew the real threat was just ahead. She dreamed about him too but she was hesitant to admit more.

.:You changed me in the tunnels:. She circled nearer to the tank, ever cautious. There was no going back then and no going back now. .:Your memories are all here:. Calloused-fingers curled into a fist and pounded once across her chest, There was no doubt,she was tied to Darth Odium by a very thick and dark string.

.:Will you accept me, teach me or will you sacrifice me to the shadows?:.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

Odium closed his eyes drawning on her emotions for strength and sent a sense of acceptance and happiness at her being there though the Force.

<<I have already Accepted you.>> odium assured her, <<release me from this tank and I will teach you all ypu wish to know and more.>>

The left his palm against the glass as he floated in noighy but the typical medical undergarment common to bacta patients. His dark mark tattoos were once thin wisp but now uad grown thick and entwinned his body from neck to ankles. It was time for his greater plans to go into effect and this woman could possibly be yhe perfect catalsyt and partner for the future or he could be telling himself that so he could keep her close. In either case he longed for her and now she was here.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]

She found herself parked outside of the tank, directly in front of the upward-floating figure of the nautolan. Calloused-palm came up, almost instinctively, to press upon the glass. She hesitated at the last moment and let her hand fall back down to her side as she turned to the tank's controls.

A woman who spent most of her days hunting in the deepest depths of dark jungles and woods probably wasn't the best one to operate a complicated piece of medical equipment. She mildly regretted her decision to kill those guards. She thumbed a few buttons and pounded the panel in frustration, leaving a mild dent.

By luck or chance, Odium was released without further harm.

She found a dry robe and held it up, and planted her feet, prepared to be the physical crutch of support if the nautolan needed it.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

Odium slumped against the tank inner wall as he grasped the edge for support. While his other hand reached for the robe as he pulled himself out. He was large for a Nautolan and broader than the lean warrior woman but he tossed the robe over him before drapping an arm around her shoulder. His left leg now ended with a gun metal cybernetic foot and was completely alien to his senses. The synthetic flesh and nerves were not yet there and so it felt akin to walking on a foot that had fallen asleep.

He mustered everything he had for strength and drew on the force for one of the greatest feats of his more than 30 years of life as he pulled the woman tightly against him and leaned his head toward her.

"Thhhhank." He paused as he stained to use vocal cords that had not been active since infancy. "You." His voice nothing but a rasping whisper as he rested his head against hers for a moment and continued on. None but this woman had heard him speak and likely none would again for a long time.

<<We need to leave.>> he said, <<and I'll teach you how to hunt Jedi, Sith and witches galore. Tell me your fears, tell me your desires, Tell me all and I will make you greater than I'll ever be, but but first my ship and your education.>>

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]

Two moved as one. Eyes flared briefly from the psychometry at his first touch as she settled in close, surprised at how well she fit into his side. The moisture from the bacta on the nautolan's skin that escaped the robe dripped down her muddy-brown hair and along her clothes and skin.

Her body was like smooth, polished stone against the sith lord as she lead him toward his ship. She knew Odium's twisted thoughts as intimately as the tattoos on her curved cheeks and so, she knew where his ship was without ever seeing it. Even knowing so much, the huntress found herself hesitant to share all her desires. She needed to be cautious.

"I am yours," she boldly admitted in her chopped basic in response to his thanks.

Instinctively, she steered the pair toward his quarters. She sensed his fatigue and her own stubbornness kicked in. .:You will have to explain this education:. "But rest first," her basic echoed in the quiet, empty space of his quarters. Arm shifted along his torso to steady him. Fingers curled against his side as she sent a picture of her desires to become a stronger warrior into his mind along their bond.

She wanted to learn how to use the force for stealth, speed, shooting spears of midnight black, and controlling the elements. This was all to bring down the bigger prey that haunted her own visions and the one she knew was connected to her bonded-partner. But she held the last part back and did not share all with the nautolan.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

The woman was strong and warm against him as she lead him to his ship the bodies on the floor a testament to her skill and determination. Her mud brown hair hung on his arm as he braced against her and walked. He could feel her conflicted emotions but his own were of a different kind. He was drawn to her and being pressed to her was oddly comforting but did he want a woman or a student? He would have to see.

She lead him to his quarters as if she had lived there herself and lay him on his bed. The room was filled with datapads and books in various languages and a powered down protocol droid rested in the corner. The heart crystal was there as was the dark violet crystal from Contruum. Odium's satchel hung beside his sword and cloak. There was silence for a while as he lay staring at the cieling. He didn't want her to go. It was a weak thought but in his mind it echoed. He was attached to her and at such a proximity he could not help but want to reach out to her and keep her near. His secret desire for companionship tugged at him to hold her lest she walk away.

<<I will teach you all you ask.>> he said to her mind as he reached out weakly and touched her hand. <<You are free to do as you wish while I rest. The droid can read you the books if you don't know the languages.>> he swallowed his invitation for her to lay with him, pulled his hand away and rolled oved using the robe as a blanket. <<The switch is on the neck for the droid. The pilot droids can get us out of here.>>

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]

The skin along her fingers tingled after his olive-hand left. She was still navigating the bond. She was wild, something only tamed by the physical lessons of her father and fellow tribe. She had enough bodily scars to attest to that.

Because touch affected her more than most, she rarely reciprocated it. It was foreign and dangerous. But the bond Odium started was making the Kiffar warrior reconsider those boundaries. The ship lurched and began to move, as if the droids could hear their master's unspoken explanation.

Bare-knee rested on the mattress as her sun-kissed body leaned over his form and tugged a blanket to his shoulders. The bed was soft, something else foreign. Her tattooed-face scrunched up, not sure how she felt about the comfort. She brushed her curiosity and understanding over Odium's mind as she quietly pulled away. Fiery-gaze swept the room and lingered on the heart crystal. She knew it had the potential to destroy her.

She gave it a wide-berth.

Fingertips brushed along the spines of the books as she absorbed their physical journeys. After a time, she moved on and roamed the rest of the ship to build her own memories. She hated space travel. It made her feel caged. There was no earth to feel or get between her toes.

And it was cold.

Palms rubbed up and down the contours of her naked arms. Satisfied that there were no intruders or immediate threats, the watchful warrior circled back to check on the nautolan. She paused in the galley along the way and picked a red-fruit, something she had never seen before, for herself and some nourishment for him.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

She was a wild untamed thing it was odd to have someone in his ship. The old GR-75 served as his home more often than not and it was where he did most of his planning and training. His mind went through the various ways he could instruct and mold her. He would not live eternally, although there were ways to make it seem as though he could. His black eyes opened to look at the ceiling and he soon got tired of being inactive and forced himself to stand. 2000 spirits filled the Heart crystal and 400 more filled the Contruum crystal that had created a wound in the force. He had wounded it, the force had been injured by his efforts while joined by two masters. How many lives would his final solution require? How many had to die and be bound to be able to set the galaxy free from the cycle? How many times must the wheel of time turn before he was able to stop history from repeating?

He slowly pushed up to sit and slowly moved his feet to hang over the edge. He knew where to begin with his new companion. Her ability to sense things would aid it this and a little subterfuge would find more ways to get her the training she desired. Odium walked along the wall bracing himself with a hand as he moved toward a cabinet of items. He opened it and took out a datacron he had recorded regarding force stealth and concealment. He could help her hide her presence easily but hiding her body entirely was an area for Darth Veles, however, Odium could share the information if not the talent. He moved also to a datapad and began searching programs on the holonet then started to download. It took but a few minutes for him to load programs for learning basic and etiquette. Odium knew better than some that if you wanted to fight an enemy you had to know them. She would hunt and kill but first she had to be ready to blend in and hide in plain sight.

He waited for some time wrapped in the robe as she walked the ship and sat sleeping in the chair now with objects in hand. As she drew near again he felt her coming and slowly woke. He looked over to her and started to stand. he placed pressure on his new cybernetic implant and pitched forward onto the floor dropping the datacron and datapad.

<<How useless.>> He said through the force, <<You should have killed me in the tank.>>

Slowly he began to push up to hands and knees as he pushed the pad and datacron toward the woman.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]

She lunged forward, the plate of food clattered to the ground as she knelt by his robed-form a microsecond too late to stop the fall. Her red fruit rolled toward the bookshelves. “Tish-nick cut,” she swore in her tribal tongue. The protocol droid would’ve had fun with that one. “I kill now,” she ground-out, fierce-gaze leveled inches from his own as she went to pull him up and back toward the chair with one hand, her other going for the datacron and datapad. “You. Stubborn.” An eerily similar statement she accused Ryan Korr of that day in the caves and all this coming from Miss Stubborn Herself.



Her ship-chilled skin pressed against his robed-form as she attempted to steer the nautolan back to a seated position, hip anchoring against his side. Finger brushed against the switch on the datapad and accidentally activated the first lesson, a synthetic voice filled Odium’s cabin on linguistics. She frowned. “You want me talk pretty one day?”

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

Odium reluctantly accepted help back into the chair and leaned back wordlessly. His black eyes became flecked with red as he grew angry over his own weakness. He held her hand for a moment not wanting to let go.

<<I want you to know your enemies.>> Odium corrected, <<but other than that no, I like how you speak.>>

Odium sat calmly and looked at her. She was a marvelous creature to be sure. She would make a powerful Master one day. He pulled the robe from his shoulders and slowly stood this time prepared for the numb limb. He wrapped the robe around her and adjusted it to cover her cold skin. He eased back into his chair.

<<Are you afraid?>> He asked his calm exterior holding back his darker emotions like a dam holds a torrent. <<What do you fear?>>

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]


His presence and touch was like a magnet, a pull she could not escape. Tangled strands of hair fell outside the fabric of his robe, the nautolan's smell filling her nose. Fingers clutched the fabric tightly as she managed to concentrate on Odium's mental voice without losing herself too much.

"No. I do not fear," the basic was unusually clear. Admitting fear was taboo in her tribe. Plain-lips frowned in thought as she switched to silent-speak.

::But I am wary. I am wary of what it will take to go after what I want. I am wary that the longer I stay with you, the more my wants will change.:: The more she received from her bonded-mate, the harder it was to remain close without a touch - that drug addict's kick. She was most worried about losing control.

The scar on her toned-stomach showed beneath the edge of the robe as she turned from him and scooped up the fallen food before returning to him. She felt as if she was walking on the precipice of a large storm from what she sensed with the sith lord's emotions. Instead of treading cautiously, she went full-force forward.

"You, eat. And why you holding back?"

She referred to his unspoken emotions.

::I know you but do you know what you really want?::

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"] ((sorry for the wait))

Odium did know the bond was strong and grew stronger with every touch every brush of minds that he used to speak bid him closer to her. He took the fruit though it may have been an excuse to brush her hand again.

<<I hold back>> he thought about his words carefully, <<I hold back because I want you, and if I have you, I won't let you go.>>

Odium held the fruit as he looked at the warrior woman. Could he make her happy and give her what she wanted. He had an idea from the bond that she was hiding her deeper goal, but would he be able to let her achieve it? He knew not of what she wanted but if she didn't want him to hold back and he didn't truly want to, then why should he? He stood slowly and reached for her his large hand sliding around her slender waist. He pulled her closer not forcefully but still with desire in his eyes. His lean muscular body touched hers as he reached up and brushed her tattooed check with the back of his olive fingers. He admired her for a moment that he wished would not end before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. His one hand still around her waist while the other held the side of her head. His desire for her company and affection strong in the bond they shared and showed a side that he had buried deeply as he could. He held her kiss for as long as he could lips pressed together firmly before he slowly pulled away.

<<Do you still ask why I hold back?>> He said finally not letting her go.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]

[SIZE=10pt]Moments when the huntress was caught off guard were few and far between. This was one of them. Muscles tensed as if for battle when she was met with something entirely unexpected. The moment was as foreign as that soft bed, words like tender never existed in her vocabulary but she caught glimpses of them through Odium - - buried, deep, deep down in the sith lord.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“No,” husky-voice strained as her robed-figure pressed against his tattooed-frame. Rough, calloused fingertips traced the dark pattern along his chest and around the curve of his shoulders. Tender may not be in her vocabulary but passion was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Like fuel to fire, Darth Odium was becoming the only thing that could quench and fuel her growing darkside appetite.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Then don’t let go me,” throaty-basic escaped her lips as she captured Odium’s mouth again with as much fierceness and passion as she showed in battle. With each kiss, brush of hand, or mental connection she became more entangled with him. She knew it was a treacherous path, but one she was already well on her way down.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]If things progressed as they were already, the robe she wore would end-up hanging over the shut-down protocol droid’s head with her other clothes strewn hastily and haphazardly about his living quarters as the scene would fade to an appropriate dot, dot, dotting.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

An unequaled experience came to mind as he groggily awoke. He was unsure exactly how wild passion coukd be before but he was well acquainted now as he peered beneath the covers they were entangled in and noticed the clothing that lay strewed about the room. He let the covers fall and put a hand behind his head as the mocha skinned woman lay with arm and leg draped across him with head on his other arm.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]

She shifted against the nautolan and for the first time since she followed him on his ship, she was warm. Fiery eyes cracked open, momentarily surprised she slept at all after their...tussle. "I am not...used to this," she muttered against him, the soft bed cradled her hip.

It was odd.

Rough, finger-pads traced the sith markings along his skin. "How did you get marks?" The bond showed her a lot but it didn't show her everything. The restless part of her would stay quiet for the moment, being so near the sith lord probably helped with that.

But eventually, her mind would turn toward training and strengthening the nautolan back up to his full capacity.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Quinn Vos"]

Odium looked down at the woman with the mud brown hair. His black eyes still trying to search for where such a slender woman hid so much energy. He stretched and blinked his big eyes for a moment as his head tresses moved sniffing the air and her skin for pheromones.

<<My master,>> he said to her mind, <<She gave me the Marks of the Dark Lord and they took the shape that suited me."

He brushed her cheek with his hand and lifted her chin to kiss her again. His lips paused just in front of hers as if having second thoughts. His hand on her chin, her smooth skin against his. Her lean frame strong and firm against him. Her smell filled his mind as he closed the centemeters of space between their lips and kissed her again. His mouth opened slightly before closing again and laying back.

<<We should begin your training.>> he said as he looked at the ceiling and tried to gather the strength to get up and prepare.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Darth Odium"]

His master. A memory not her own stirred inside her mind with a name: Isolda. Flecks of gold flashed in her fiery-green gaze as her lips met Odium's. "Yes," she growled in response to him. She pushed herself up and hovered over the prone-nautolan, tangled brown hair dipped past her shoulders.

She hesitated a moment, as if things could go a very different direction than training, but the moment passed and she slipped to the side of the bed and stood with no shyness about her nude-form.

A mixture of passion and anger bubbled within her core. "I want to kill her." Her back was to the nautolan as she gathered her clothes.

"Your master."