Private New Guest, Old Friend

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

This was unusual, to say the least. To have guests over for dinner wasn't exactly something they had prioritized since Tae'l's disappearing. With the exception of the shared meals with the locals to gain their trust and show the good will of their new Daimyo's, it was actually a pretty long fething time ago. It were not any guest, either, the fiery red Zabrak lady that were soon to arrive. Tan'yill had served The Blood Matron briefly some years ago, when Tan herself were still a smuggler without any knowledge of the Resol'nare and the warrior life that she were going to be indoctrined into by her wife. Now, the woman had shown up in a suspiciously appropriate time, offering her help and support to find Tae'l and hopefully ease the pain inside the rutian Twi'lek. Besides, Zenva had quite the following herself, and it would have been foolish to not grant them access to Roon and the possibilities of business that House Vizsla not utilized themselves. Allies didn't grow on trees. Aloy would have done the same. Although, it was something about the Zabrak and her unyielding yellow gaze that made Tan'yill feel a bit... uneasy, or even frightened.

Tan'yill pulled up the sleeves of her simple grey sweater, checking on the gundark steak in the oven and then grabbed a knife which she used to start make a fresh crisp sallad to accompany the meat dish. The planetside parked Recluse were about to be the scene for tonights dinner. Boarding ramp lowered, with two Death Watch troopers guarding it and, of course, notified of the Zabrak ladys arrival. Tan'yill hadn't bothered getting too dressed up for this. Not because she didn't care about her guest - hell, Zenva had seen her in full gritty battle regalia last time - but coming out of the beskar'gam, being able to just switch into something fresh and cozy were such a relief. So, for that purpose the grey sweater, a pair of khaki form-fitting cargo pants and her traditional rylothian headcrest would do.

With the sallad being almost done, Tan reached for the cupboard above and pulled out a bottle of Corellian wine along with two crystal glasses, uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses. A deep sigh left her lips as she closed her eyes for a short moment, before taking one of the glasses and taking a generous drink out of it. Tan turned to rest against the counter, letting the deep red liquid travel down her throat and almost making her wish that she had a couple of death sticks or spice at hand. She'll have to act her best during this meeting, and to represent House Vizsla in the best way possible. It was her responsibility now.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Theme Song ; { x } Warning Adult Themes
Attire ; { x } Primary Combat Systems ; { x }​

The thunder of her twin heartbeats nearly drowned out the soft chatter of her family around her. Taking a swallow from a flask of spiced liquor being passed around, Zenva handed it to her left without ever taking her eyes away from the display screne of the datapad built into her gauntlet. Eventually she forced herself to take a slow breath, and risked a glance at the dozen warriors around her. Each of them, including Zenva herself, sat atop a Speeder Bike. All were dressed in full combat equipment, and armed with enough firepower to level a small city block, but none of them soothed the Matron's anxiety.

She wasn't afraid. Such an emotion was beneath her, unfit for a woman of her station. Her hearts hammered in her breast all the same, apprehension eating at her usual stoicism. If this meeting went well, the potential for profit and pleasure set Zenva's serrated teeth on edge, eager to feed her vices. Of course, if this meeting went poorly, the clans of Vrotoa and Vizsla could end up at war. Or worse still, this meeting could be discovered by Tan'yill's wife, putting Zenva in a feud with a scorned Mandolorian woman. A place no intelligent creature should want to be.

Lights began to flash on the display of Zenva's datapad, drawing her gaze and attention back to the here and now. Her sniper team was finally in place somewhere in the city, watching over the Mandolorian Corvette. Zenva picked up her helmet and set it in place with a faint hiss of the atmospheric seals closing. Within a few moments the Speeder beneath her roared to life, signaling to her honor guard that it was time to go.

Soon after, Zenva and her escorts raced out into the open field. Eventually Zenva slowly came to a stop ten meters or more away from the open loading ramp of the Recluse. Some of her escort broke away, speeding off to begin circling the Corvette, others lingered behind her keeping a close screen around their Matron. After a moment Zenva's voice called out to the Guards waiting by the ramp. "You there. Tell your Riduur'alor that Zenva Vrotoa has arrived. She will greet me in the field, and assure my men we have her protection here. Go!" She barked, crossing her arms over her armored chest.

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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Tan'yill had brought the glass of red wine with her up to the bridge, getting the sudden urge to take a stroll trough their home away from home and sorting through some thoughts. The Recluse were their stronghold away from Roon, a precious prize from their conquest against and the defeat of Apollyon The Betrayer. It had hold Tae'l when she were on the verge of slipping through both of her mothers hands. Tan'yill had sworn to never let the ship fall. Or the House of Vizsla. Or Roon. Or her family.

<Riduur'alor? Lady Vrotoa has arrived. She wishes to meet you outside.''>

The message from the Death Watch troopers came through the ships intercom like a thermal detonator. The time had come. It was a request that she had not anticipated, but Zenva was Zenva, after all. If she wanted to play games, Tan'yill would not back down from it.

With her intense green-yellowish gaze, Tan'yill followed the speeders circling The Recluse like predators, and took a sip out of the glass before turning and making her way down through the ship and to the ramp. Who was she to deny her guest to meet her up front? She tossed a lekku over her shoulder and walked down the ramp in all her natural and casual attire. Tan stopped with one boot on the ground and the other on the ramp, taking another sip out of the glass of wine. She looked upon her invited guest and held it for a moment. Zenva were imposing in that attire, Tan couldn't deny that.

''Feth! Is this the moment where I back up the ramp, switch into my beskar'gam and walk back down to accept your challenge to a fight? If so, you're more devious than I thought, Zenny!'' Tan uttered, tilting her head to the side and a faint smile danced upon her tatooed face. ''I'm all down for a fight, but I prefer the raw naked power between bodies...'' she continued, eyeing the woman in front of her from top to bottom. The old streetfighter in her wondered if the Zabrak lady would be an interesting opponent or not. ''If you wonder if my wife is home, she's not!'' she added, a smirk growing wider on her face. ''Your henchmens stay outside. What have I ever done to you not to trust me?'' she continued while locking gazes with the woman through the helmet that she wore. ''Come on, Zenva. The wine's getting warm and the steak might get burned if we stay out here for longer, just admiring one another...''

One of the Death Troopers kept an eye on the circling speeders, while the other one kept a steady eye at the Zabrak wanting the Riduur'alor to show herself before her. The odds were even. The Recluse had many defensive systems that would make short work of The Blood Matrons henchmens, but considering their last meeting, Tan'yill knew that Zenva didn't want it to come to that.

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Theme Song ; { x } Warning Adult Themes
Attire ; { x } Primary Combat Systems ; { x }​

Chatter buzzed in Zenva's ear now and then, her troops relaying details to one another as they circled. The Crimson Devil ignored the noise, her attention remained fixed on the Corvette's loading ramp. The hammering of her hearts accelerated the moment she saw the teal Twi-lek decending the ramp. It felt like years, or another life entirely, since she had seen Tan'yill without her battle plate. Closing her eyes, and forcing herself to slow her breathing, Zenva set one foot on the ground as her hands settled on the body of her Speeder.

Tan'yill stopped at the end of the ramp, one foot of the earth of Roon, and seemed to hesitate. That single moment of second guessing herself caused Zenva to freeze in place as well. The Zabrak stood there, one foot on the ground, leaning over her bike as Tan'yill spoke. Zenva remained motionless and silent until the mention of Tan'yill's wife. Laughter boiled from the bone white death mask as the Zabrak finished climbing off her Speeder. "You know me far too well, Pateesa. My armor is strictly for the off chance your wife crashes the party."

As Zenva began to cross the gap between her and her hostess, her dominant hand rose into the air. She held up a single clawed finger, spinning it in a circle once as she walked. A moment later the remaining guards behind her circled around her before racing off into the field beyond the city. Oddly, Zenva's Speeder, devoid of its rider, circled her as well before chasing after her soldiers.

As she came to stand in front of Tan'yill, Zenva's hands came up to remove her helmet. She hung it from one of the long handles of the swords hanging on her armored hips. A wide smile curled her coal painted lips, serrated teeth contrasting sharply against her rich complexion. "Hello, Darling." She said in a sultry tone. "Please, lead the way, Riduur'alor. I would just love to hear more about this raw, naked power between bodies that you prefer." She added with a surprisingly girlish giggle.

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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Tan'yill's intense green-yellowish gaze noticed that her sudden stop on the ramp caused her guest to take an equally cautious stance by the speeder that had taken her there. In that moment, it amused Tan'yill to the very bone, and her smirk widened ever so softly. She could almost smell the tension between them, up until Zenva broke the silence and that boiling heartly laughter left her, along with a line consisting of the hutteese word for friend.

Tan'yill stood still on the ramp, like frozen in carbonite as her guest approached, only raising her chin slightly while her smirk faded and her face changed to a more serious one. Without being threatening or unfriendly. It was time to play your cards right, and be extremely careful where you put your feet.

''Hello...'' she greeted the Zabrak lady, looking her up and down, hearing but also ignoring herself being called darling. Zenva knew how to behave. How to get you out of balance. That was for sure. This time though, Tan have had some time to prepare and brace herself against that. She would try her best, at least. ''You know... That's purely figuratively speaking, right?'' Tan chuckled with a faint knowing smirk upon her face, meaning her choice of the word naked, as she turned and walked up the ramp, her hips slightly swaying naturally from side to side as she did. She definitely could imagine the picture that Zenva got in her all great but kind of twisted mind, though. ''I grew up competing in street fights and cage fights in Coronet, you know... Using nothing but our bare fists...'' Tan explained, raising a her free hand and closed it into a fist, flashbacks from the past being playing in her mind as she begun to lead Zenva through The Recluse.

Tan'yill took another thoughtful sip of the smooth and delicious wine, before glancing at Zenva yet again. ''The trip went well?'' she asked simply, hoping and also figuring that they had not encountered any thugs of thieves as House Vizsla strictly enforced the surrounded area. As they reached the galley and the small mess hall of the corvette, Tan'yill walked over towards the other glass of wine and offered it to Zenva. ''Corellian. Nothing but the best vintage. Welcome aboard The Recluse, Zenny.''

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Attire ; { x } Primary Combat Systems ; { x }​

Tan'yill didn't flinch, nor did Zenva expect her to, facing down the armored Zabrak's approach with an air of absolute confidence. The teal Twi-lek's chin was held high. The smirk playing on her lavender lips however, seemed to fade away. Zenva's smile on the other hand deepened as the two women came to stand before one another. She enjoyed their game, teasing and challenging one another, it was exciting. They acknowledged the other's authority when appropriate without ever submitting to them. The fact that one mistake could turn their meeting deadly at any moment only made the situation more enjoyable for the twisted Zabrak.

Tan'yill spoke with mild hesitation, or so it seemed to Zenva, pale green-yellow eyes sweeping over the Zabrak. Perhaps she had embarrassed her Twi-lek friend. "Figuratively. Literally. It doesn't matter, I still think it's an enjoyable topic." Zenva laughed anew, armor covered fingertips covering her teeth as she did.

The Mandolorian turned away, moving up the ramp, but Zenva remained motionless. Her caustic yellow-red eyes following the rhythmic sway of hips, anchoring her to the spot while she watched. Zenva's coal painted lips curled into a smirk that made it obvious where she had been looking when Tan'yill turned back to speak to her again. She laughed once before stepping onto the ramp to follow after the Twi-lek. "I grew up dancing between pools and lakes of acid while my psychotic Mother beat the chit out of me with the Force. Wasn't childhood grand?" She asked with obvious sarcasm.

Zenva quickly moved to close the distance between them as Tan'yill lead her through the Corvette, eventually coming to walk side by side with the Twi-lek. "Oh, yes. The trip was rather pleasant. Mildly boring according to some of my Guard, but Clan Vizsla keeps their territory well protected." Zenva's smile, and casual tone made it clear she preferred the calm. Taking the offered glass, Zenva held it up in a salute. "I trust we are beyond assassination attempts by now?" She teased before taking a drink.

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

"Figuratively. Literally. It doesn't matter, I still think it's an enjoyable topic." Zenva laughed anew, armor covered fingertips covering her teeth as she did.

The words of defence had little to no effect on the red lady painted in black standing before her. Zenva's lilting laughter was as always both incredibly attractive and horribly frightening at the same time. It was dangerously addictive, like a perfect line of spice or the intoxicating rush of adrenaline pumping in your veins in a really good and challenging cage fight. Tan'yill couldn't help but smile a little, ever so slightly revealing her fangs.

''Of course, you do.'' Tan stated simply, before turning her head around and met the zabrak's gaze as she stepped onto the ramp and followed her. Tan'yill were sure that the intense yellow gaze of Zenva had left some burn marks here and there. ''Watch the occasional doorsteps. Got to lower that gaze just a little bit more from where you were staring...'' she said casually, smirking knowingly at Zenny.

"I grew up dancing between pools and lakes of acid while my psychotic Mother beat the chit out of me with the Force. Wasn't childhood grand?" She asked with obvious sarcasm.

''Yeah... Don't get me started... Our mothers must have done something right though, considering we grew up to become such good and respectable ladies...'' Tan'yill added while leading them through the corridors of the ship formerly belonging to the late Apollyon the Betrayer, the mandalorian gone rogue who Tan'yill had defeated during their rescue operation of Aloy.

Taking the offered glass, Zenva held it up in a salute. "I trust we are beyond assassination attempts by now?" She teased before taking a drink.

Tan'yill looked upon Zenva with a surprised and shocked face. ''Zenny! You're breaking my heart! Is that what you really think about me??'' Tan uttered while looking very disappointed, however also obviously faked. ''I wouldn't dream of hiring an assassin to go after you... or anyone else... That would mean I'd pay for someone to rob me of all the fun...'' she explained, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips, before she toasted with Zenva and took a sip out of the glass.

''So! Tonights menu consists of a gundark steak, roasted to your preference, and roasted root vegetables locally farmed here on Roon. For dessert, there will be a Carbonite 'n' Cream Pie. I hope that will satisfy your tastebuds, Blood Matron.'' Tan'yill continued, introducing tonights dinner, and bowing her head slightly for her guest.

Zenva Vrotoa

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's plump lips curled in a devious smirk when Tan'yill commented on watching her step through doorways. Armored fingers waved through the air dismissively, "Don't worry, my gaze is wondering up and down plenty." The first doorway they passed through Zenva's foot purposefully banged against the frame as she stepped forward. "I didn't trip!" She said quickly, giggling at her own humor.

Tan'yill's joke about their mothers however earned a genuine laugh. Zenva's head tilled back as a sudden burst of laughter escaped her so forceful she was snorting when she tried to inhale again. Laughing so hard she had tears rolling down her cheeks. It took more than a minute for Zenva to regain control of herself. "Oh, yes. We're proper, upstanding dealers of death and ruin. No doubt, our mothers are proud."

Once the pair of warrior women had settled in the galley, or mess hall, with drinks in hand their conversation continued. Zenva's calculating gaze swept the room reflexively. It was a far simpler dining area then Zenva was accustomed to, but it fit the militaristic nature of the Mandolorian peoples well. In fairness, She mused, My ship is five or six times the size.

Zenva's clawed fingers clicked against her breastplate as she mirrored Tan'yill's fake expression of shock and disappointment. "How obviously paranoid of me. I forgot to whom I was speaking for a moment. My dreamy teal Twi-lek isn't afraid of a little blood. If you were going to kill me, it would be brutal and bloody. A little flashy I imagine, and probably just a little intimate. Up close, so you can look into my eyes while you do it, right?"

Zenva smiled, leaning forward as she continued to tease her hostess. Tan'yill stopped to take a drink, and Zenva pulled away, giving the woman a little moment to breathe without Zenva's caustic gaze burning into her. The Zabrak mentioned towards the table, almost inviting Tan'yill to sit at her own table. "Dinner sounds delightful, Darling. Though I will point out that my people are carnivorous. I will certainly try your." She paused as though she didn't understand the words she was actively trying to use. "Roasted roots. But I'm not going to make myself ill just to make you smile, Pateesa."

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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The Blood Matrons antics in the doorway earned a smirk from the rutian twi'lek. It was a side and sort of humor Zenva had not shown before, but it was right down Tan'yill's alley. A little humor in the otherwise tangible presence of her powerful guest was a welcome relief, and so was the laughter that came soon afterwards.

"Oh, yes. We're proper, upstanding dealers of death and ruin. No doubt, our mothers are proud."

Shortly afterwards, they arrived in the mess hall and ended up by the small but well-stocked bar. A chrome colored protocol droid programmed for bartender and waiter duties were working behind the counter.

''Death and ruin? Well, don't tell me it isn't a job that puts food on the table... Especially if you are as good doing it as we are!'' Tan stated.

"How obviously paranoid of me. I forgot to whom I was speaking for a moment. My dreamy teal Twi-lek isn't afraid of a little blood. If you were going to kill me, it would be brutal and bloody. A little flashy I imagine, and probably just a little intimate. Up close, so you can look into my eyes while you do it, right?"

''Hm...'' Tan pursed her lips as she stood her ground, her gaze didn't falter as she defied The Blood Matrons brief intrusion in her personal space. ''I like the contrast of working down in the mud, and then living up in the clouds... Licking my wounds and... indulging in all the... sensational feelings the life has to offer...'' she explained in a calm and damped voice, swirling the deep red wine around in the glass, figuring Zenva would get what she meant. ''Considering I prefer to use blades, or as I said - my hands... It'd be pretty intimate...'' she added, a slight smirk dancing on her lavender lips, before the two made the first toast of the evening.

Tan watched as Zenny motioned over at their set table, but before she followed to sit opposite the zabrak, Tan strode over to a touch panel by the bar and turned on the music - a male voice, smooth as satin along with some jazzy tunes, started to fill the room. ''Sarlacc pits and carbonite... Probably the only man in the galaxy I'd see myself marry, in another life...'' she stated, sitting down and leaning back in the chair, the tensions leaving her with every chord and every word the man sung. Her smirk widened as Zenva mentioned her carnivorous diet.

''Don't worry, Zenny... I'm sorry we're out of Pyke, though...'' she assured her guest and raised the glass of wine for another toast. After taking another sip, Tan couldn't keep herself from asking. ''That armor looks insanely uncomfortable to dine in, Zenny... You didn't bring anything to change into?''

Zenva Vrotoa

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

''I like the contrast of working down in the mud, and then living up in the clouds... Licking my wounds and... indulging in all the... sensational feelings the life has to offer...'​

Zenva's smile deepened, an odd rumbling growl of animalistic desire mixed with her usually girlish giggle. "I knew I liked you." She cooed while she spun away. Taking a swallow of wine, Zenva's eyes closed. She took a long breath, attempting to slow her hearts. The Twi-lek was far too good at getting her hearts racing.

Tan'yill added some music to their dinner date, or at least that's how Zenva saw it. Few things in this galaxy were sacred in Zenva's mind. She had stolen, or crafted everything she had ever wanted in life. The things she treasured most were kept close, or under constant guard. In her mind, Tan'yill's wife had stopped guarding a treasure, and she intended to steal it. She chuckled sweetly as the Twi-lek joined her. "He would have to sing to me nightly if he were mine."

Another laugh, rich and booming, answered Tan'yill's assurances about dinner. "I only eat Pyke I kill, Darling, but thank you." The mention of her armor caused Zenva to look down at herself for a moment. "Well, if we're going to be honest, it's not uncomfortable for the first hour or two of wearing it. After that my skin just cannot tolerate having anything on anymore." She paused to sip her wine again. "Depending on how dinner goes, maybe I'll still be here in another hour." She smiled a wicked smirk before sipping her drink again.

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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Even though they both knew that they were beyond assassination attempts by now, there was still a battle of sorts going on between them. A battle of wills, a silent fight in the background of who would be in charge of this show. Tan'yill couldn't let her guard down now, and held onto her knowing smile as well as keeping her green-yellowish gaze locked onto the red-yellowish ones across the table. After all, that was just polite and customary to do when toasting.

"He would have to sing to me nightly if he were mine."

Tan'yill's smile widened as the women listened to the soft soothing male voice. As much as Tan had met jerks and nerfherders of the opposite sex, the man behind the voice would probably have been one of very few exceptions, like Cyran Vaas or Kranak Vizsla. The mans voice, along with sips of delicate wine, also helped quite a lot to neutralize the little tension between them. They could lean back and relax, or at least Tan'yill did, feeling more comfortable in her own ship and in comfortable attire, than in the cantina they met in before.

''I remember we touched the subject before...'' Tan'yill suddenly uttered thoughtfully as she glanced up at the ceiling. ''You're a Zabrak, which beside Twi'lek's are considered species that... got the looks on their side, and a fething powerful one too...'' she continued and lowered her gaze upon The Blood Matron once more. ''You say lovers... but, how come The Blood Matron haven't snatched a partner in crime yet... man, or woman...?'' Tan continued and sipped on her wine. A man, or woman, allying him or herself to the crimson lady would be utterly spoiled with benefits of all sorts, Tan'yill guessed with more or less certainty.

Another laugh, rich and booming, answered Tan'yill's assurances about dinner. "I only eat Pyke I kill, Darling, but thank you." The mention of her armor caused Zenva to look down at herself for a moment. "Well, if we're going to be honest, it's not uncomfortable for the first hour or two of wearing it. After that my skin just cannot tolerate having anything on anymore." She paused to sip her wine again. "Depending on how dinner goes, maybe I'll still be here in another hour." She smiled a wicked smirk before sipping her drink again.

The statement about Zenva prefering to hunt and put her food on the plate by herself, while Tan'yill thrived in a dirty cage fight, and them both appreciating the adrenaline of leading their troops into battle, only solidified the fact that Roons currently and probably two most apex predators were now about to share a meal together. A less... unusual meal than Pyke, that was. The question was if the previously mentioned fight were going to end in a dull tie, or who would leave with the victory. Time would tell.

''Don't tell me you didn't bring any change, Zenny? How... inconsiderate of you!'' Tan'yill teased, knowing fully well that it would be a deliberate action of The Blood Matron, if so. The protocol droid waltzed over to them with two plates, the steak and vegetables carefully decorated on the plate, along with a cup of deliciously smelling gravy. ''Since I didn't have your number, I had to pick a guess how you wanted your meat... but I figured you'd prefer the it being closer to rare... Like myself, actually!'' Tan said, as the droid set down the plates and proceeded to refill their wine glasses.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The warrior women held one another's gaze in silence for a time. The soft music, and wine being given a few moments to ease some of the tension out of the killers staring at each other. Tan'yill's knowing smile was met with a smug little smirk curling one corner of Zenva's coal painted lips. It was only once her Twi-lek hostess relaxed, breaking eye contact to gaze at the ceiling, that Zenva settled back into a more reclined position. A long, slow breath helping her let her body relax.

Sipping her wine, Zenva watched her hostess through half closed eyes. When her glass came away, still Zenva watched the teal Twi-lek through narrowed eyes. It wasn't a harsh expression or her usual suspicious scowl, instead it seemed the Blood Matron's anxiety had actually left her for a change. Tan'yill's questions about her love life caused one hairless eyebrow to quirk up with an inquisitive look. A small laugh escaped her before she answered, "If we're to be honest, Pateesa, it's largely because I'm a selfish creature."

One armored boot came up in an exaggerated motion as Zenva crossed her leg atop the other at the knee. "I am absolutely gorgeous, and fething powerful, as you say." She flashed a genuine smile, pearlescent teeth contrasting sharply against her dark skin and markings. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Darling." She added, one hand waving the thought away as she continued. "However, I will always prioritize my well-being. Typically my lovers are of the same mindset. Out for their own power and gain, with little regard for my development. Some have been different, earning favors, gifts, and benefits of every imaginable description."

She paused to sip her wine once more. "Perhaps one day I'll find a queen that builds me up as her Goddess." An armored shoulder rose and fell in a half-hearted shrug. "But isn't that just every little girl's dream? To become so important to someone that they can't stand to breathe without your scent in the air. Just mine?" She asked with a giggle.

An exasperated sigh left the Zabrak as Tan'yill complained about her armor. She chuckled softly, smirking as she looked down at herself. "What's wrong Riduur'alor? I thought you Death Watch did everything except breed in full Beskar?" She paused, smiling wickedly while the Droid placed their meals before them. "Would you be more comfortable if I were to strip off some of the more dangerous pieces of my equipment? Or do you desire me dressed up for you in something else all together?"

One clawed digit came up, interrupting Tan'yill before she could speak. Reaching into one of the numerous pouches attached to her breastplate, Zenva withdraw a datastick. She slide the device across the table to her hostess. "On there you will find codes to reach all of my contact lines. I even included a code for you to access my armor's systems, bypassing my encryptions so we can communicate any time you desire. You may thank me now." She added, her wicked smile returned as she gestured for Tan'yill to continue.

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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Tan'yill silently raised an eyebrow as Zenva's armored boot made an appearance above the table with her exaggerated, and wide move. One could almost think that The Blood Matron meant to put something intimate on display if it wasn't for the table being in the line of sight.

She listened on what her guest had to tell her, and it turned out that they shared similar experiences about the matter. Lovers not showing them the proper respect and allowing them to have room for their own development. Tan'yill felt lucky that her misfortune had finally ended, with Aloy entering her life with a bang.

''Seems like we share similar experiences there, Zenva... Makes for a good foundation for our future business... To understand each others needs...'' Tan stated with a soft voice, carrying a steady but ever so slight smile on her lavender lips.

"What's wrong Riduur'alor? I thought you Death Watch did everything except breed in full Beskar?" She paused, smiling wickedly while the Droid placed their meals before them. "Would you be more comfortable if I were to strip off some of the more dangerous pieces of my equipment? Or do you desire me dressed up for you in something else all together?"

Tan'yill couldn't hold herself from laughing lightly at the question. This woman could certainly get under her skin, but the eventual feeling of discomfort she should have felt were way overshadowed by the amusement and the fascination

''Hah, that's funny... I'm curious... How do you know we don't breed in Beskar, Zenny? Ever seen any of us... do it?'' Tan tossed the question right back at her guest, keeping her green-yellowish gaze upon her while taking another sip of the dark red wine. The wine certainly had an effect loosen up the mood, by the way.

The plates were carefully tended to and decorated and the meat were winning on a minute or two to rest. Tan'yill accepted the datastick being given to her across the table.

''Why, thank you, lady Vrotoa. I feel honored being granted such an opportunity.'' she said respectfully, and bowed the head slightly. ''I hope that it will be up to your standards. To the future for Clan Vrotoa and House Vizsla.'' she added and offered a toast, before grabbing the knife and fork to begin eating.

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's wicked smirk deepened to a full smile, a small laugh accompanying the change of expression. She raised her glass to her statuesque hostess. "Oh, I very much look forward to understanding your needs and wants, my Riduur'alor." The glass of wine contained up to the Zabrak's blackened lips as she took another swallow.

Tan'yill's following questions caught the Crimson Devil off guard. She coughed, choking for a moment on her wine as laughter tried to escape her. It was several moments of coughing giggles before Zenva managed to take control of herself again. "No, Pateesa, I have never seen a Mandolorian engage in such activities. Then again, I believe you are the first I have seen without their armor. So who's to say?" Again her armored shoulder rose and fell in a shrug as she laughed.

Her Twi-lek hostess thanked her, bowing her head slightly as she did. Zenva's smile curled into a smug, self satisfied grin. She loved the momentary display of submission to her will. Tan'yill was the Riduur'alor of Clan Vizsla, one of the highest ranks among their clan, or that was what Zenva had come to understand. To have her obey Zenva's command, even this playful tease of a command, sent a shiver of pleasure up the Zabrak's spine. "Don't worry, Darling. If you aren't up to my standards, I'll happily whip you into shape. To the mutual benefit of our clans."

Zenva raised her glass again, joining in the toast before she settled in to taste her food. Taking a single bite of her steak, Zenva set her utensils back down to savor the taste. A soft hum of pleasure rolled through her, "Warm, but still bloody, and just perfectly seasoned. An exquisite dinner, Tan'yill." She said, smiling sweetly as she started to cut another piece. "Speaking of needs, and our future, what else are you prepared to offer my clan, Riduur'alor? I have exterminated the Pykes for you, and I can insure their spice trade never finds its way back to your territories. For this I will keep the club, although turning it into a legal business means I'll make less credits. We will both share in the other's protection and authority while visiting one another's territory, certainly. As I'm sure you know my legitimate companies produce many things, Ships, Droids, Armor, though I'm not sure how much of my inventory would measure up to the equipment of a Mandolorian. Still, these are things I can provide. I would hear more of what you need, and want. And of course, what you are willing to give me for them."

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[Tan'yill Vizsla]

"Don't worry, Darling. If you aren't up to my standards, I'll happily whip you into shape. To the mutual benefit of our clans."

Tan'yill almost choked on the wine, her turn now as the rather bold statement left the zabrak's charcoal lips like a bolt from the blue.

''Hah! Uhh, I obviously meant the food, darling!'' she swiftly assured after recollecting herself, honestly not knowing is Zenva did that on purpose or if she had actually misunderstood her wish that she hoped that the food would be her taste. Stars, this meeting was balancing on a thin line between bizarre and uncomfortable on one side, and entertaining and pure delight on the other one. Their little game was thoroughly enjoyable, though.

''Well, Zenva... Since you are such a fun woman, why don't we say that the things I don't know about won't hurt you... Be it a moonshine business in the cellar, or whatever...?'' Tan hinted with a wry smile and glance up at Zenva, before setting the fork and knife into the delicious piece of meat on her plate and taking a bite. The meat was so tender, and it was quickly shredded by her four fangs. She swallowed it down with a sip of wine. ''Any enemies to your clan that we could help you with? What I want? Well, if only had one wish in this galaxy...'' she continued, struggling not to become all gloomy. ''It'd be to find out that Tae'l is alive...''

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[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva eyes widened, her hairless eyebrows shooting up as an expression of shock and confusion crossed her features for a moment. The rich, vibrant crimson hue of her face turned dark as a blush of embarrassment flooded her cheeks. "The food! Yes, of course. Obviously." She took a large swallow of her wine, clearly attempting to give herself a moment to regain control of her own face. Clearing her throat, Zenva looked down at her plate, and began to slice another piece for herself.

Mercifully, Tan'yill moved the subject away from Zenva's more vulgar thoughts, and continued to speak on their future business dealings. With something other than the rutian Twi'lek to focus on, Zenva's color was quickly returning to normal. "I will do my very best to ensure none of my illicit businesses distribute Clan Vizsla's daily activities. A breakdown in your control over your territories is bad for everyone's business, Darling."

The statuesque warrior paused at the mention of missing children. She was almost completely still for a moment before she set her utensils down. "I am absolutely certain that I can help with this desire, Pateesa. If you desire my help, of course. I am rather popular among the bounty hunters of our galaxy. With the right information on her, and proper incentive to find her peacefully, I am confident we can do something to ease you concerns if nothing else."

Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

The rich, vibrant crimson hue of her face turned dark as a blush of embarrassment flooded her cheeks. "The food! Yes, of course. Obviously." She took a large swallow of her wine, clearly attempting to give herself a moment to regain control of her own face.

Tan'yill let out an amused chuckle and couldn't keep herself from falling into a silent giggle.

''Don't worry, Zenva! I won't let you whip me without a fight... And as you indicated yourself, the equipment of a Mandalorian could be pretty advanced, and lethal... although, you already know I like to use my hands instead...'' Tan carried a smug smile as she took another sip of the wine. ''I like hands and-'' she stopped the sentence abruptly, feeling the effects of the pre-dinner cocktail and the wine going to her head, and reminding herself that it could easily be misinterpreted. ''Well!'' she added and cleared her throat, and cut another piece of the meat and along with the complimentary root vegetables, took another bite. It had been utterly amusing to see the crimson lady lose control for a moment.

"I am absolutely certain that I can help with this desire, Pateesa. If you desire my help, of course. I am rather popular among the bounty hunters of our galaxy. With the right information on her, and proper incentive to find her peacefully, I am confident we can do something to ease you concerns if nothing else."

Tan fell silent for a short moment and nodded deep in thoughts.

''We would be endlessly grateful for any help we could get... I know Aloy already sent a couple of hunters from our own ranks to try and find her, but I guess...'' she paused for a moment, silently considering exactly how much she should tell the other woman. Her missing of Tae'l had been so upsetting and painful. If someone had the connections to sweep the galaxy's far reaches, in the corners that her beloved daughter might be alive but encaged and imprisoned, it was Zenva. ''... I guess the more eyes that are looking for her, the better. We- I mean... Aloy has few hopes, so to put it, to find her alive... I on the other hand...'' she continued and zoned out for a brief moment. ''I'm certain that she's out there somewhere... alive. I can feel it.''

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

It was Zenva's turn to flash a smile, one corner of her plump, coal painted lips curling enough to see her razor sharp teeth for a moment. "Hands? Interesting." The Zabrak turned to look directly at the Droid that has been serving them. A short, sharp whistle escaped her. "Attend me." She said with an air of absolute confidence that she would be obeyed. She raised her now empty hands and gazed at them until reached the Droid reached her.

With slow, deliberate movements, paying carefully attention not to hide what she was doing from the warrior sitting across from her, Zenva deactivated and removed the weapon systems attached to her gauntlets. Tan'yill had fallen silent for a moment, lost in thought or watching the Crimson Devil intently, Zenva couldn't be sure. Zenva continued without hesitation however, carefully showing the appropriate way to dismantle her gauntlets, piece by piece, and setting them on the Droids serving tray. Tan'yill continued to speak in time, and by the time she had finished, Zenva's once armored hands were now covered only by the tight black body glove that served as the platform for her armor systems.

"A Mother knows." She said in a solemn tone. "You are confident, and that is all the excuse I need to try and find her for you, Pateesa. If my network finds her, I will personally see to her return. That way you need not worry she is put in unnecessary danger." She smiled softly, bowing her horn crowned head slightly. A vow, one mother to another, to see a child brought home safely.

Zenva's black gloved hand slowly reached out to pick up her wine once more. "But this is not business we can resolve tonight, Darling. Perhaps we can start here?" Her free hand gestured to the pile of armor pieces. "Go. Show your Mistress my hands." Zenva smirked before taking a sip from her glass. "Perhaps recommendations for new wrist weapons?"

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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A short, sharp whistle escaped her. "Attend me." She said with an air of absolute confidence that she would be obeyed. She raised her now empty hands and gazed at them until reached the Droid reached her.

Tan'yill raised an eyebrow, letting her lips slowly let go of the glass of wine, intently observing the way Zenva moved and acted with the confidence of a royalty. It was obvious that the Blood Matron intended to show exactly how her armor was to be removed, in case she needed medical attention, of course...

''That we do, Zenva...'' Tan'yill agreed gently while watching the droid approach her with the Blood Matrons gauntlets on literally a silver plate. ''It's funny, really... Kids will make you so... emotional, and... squeamish...?'' she continued with a wavering smirk, emotions starting to stir inside her when she thought about her little girl being out there somewhere. All alone, and she couldn't do anything about it. Not right now.

''I guess... what doesn't kill you, simply makes you stronger...?'' Tan added as the gauntlets was offered her by the droid. She glanced at the piece of meticulously crafted and powerful armor. It wasn't beskar, of course, but it's quality wasn't far from the legendary armor used by her mandalorian comrades. Tan'yill cleared her throat somewhat and pulled herself together, before taking one of the gauntlets and started to inspect it. ''Well... a rocket launcher and flamethrower are a good start, Zenva... We might be able to improve those to your liking... Add some new rockets and improve the range of your flamethrower, to make you even... hotter...'' she stated with a chuckle and sassy smirk, and turned the gauntlet around. ''Adding a retractable vibro-blade would be... messy... definitely lethal, if you want to go up close and personal with someone...''

Zenva Vrotoa​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Zabrak made a show of setting her wine down, and taking up her utensils once more, gesturing with them as she spoke. "Squamish? Honestly, Pateesa. We are professionals. Squamish is a luxury you and I no longer have. Anxious, perhaps, or hyper vigilant as something is not to our preference." She paused to slice into her meal. "I understand the feeling, regardless of the words."

With exaggerated slowness, she popped another piece of steak into her mouth. Her corrosive yellow-red eyes never left Tan'yill's face, studying her counterpart as Tan'yill studied her gauntlet. One hairless eyebrow quirked up as the Twi-lek gave her in put on the armor pieces. "I think you might be slightly distracted, my Riduur'alor." She said, straightening in her seat once more.

Setting down her fork, she took up her napkin, touching in almost gingerly to her painted lips. "If you look again, there are retractable blades in each lower plate." Her knife was used to gesture towards the armor. "I hadn't thought to give them vibro-generators though. That sounds like it could be terribly fun." A warm laugh rolled from the Zabrak as she took up her wine glass again, smiling wickedly.

"As for the weapon mounts, I was thinking something with more..." She paused, sipping her wine as she searched for the words she wanted to use. "Excitement! I don't know exactly. I had wondered about some kind of rapid fire Blaster perhaps." She shrugged, unsure for a change.

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