One night only...

[Nisha Decrilla]

Byss was not a particularly exciting planet as far as Anaya was concerned but she had done some digging and twisted a few arms to find herself something that did excite her. A nightclub, run by an outsider of Byss and popular to all who passed through the planet, be it sith, smuggler or slave. Slipping into a skin tight jumpsuit with a low cut neck line and holes in the sides to reveal her waist and slits in the legs, she made her way to the club with the intention of letting go. She told one of the slaves where she was going, just in case she was needed, left her comm link in her quarters and left.

The alcohol dulled Anaya’s ability to make sensible decisions. It dulled her dulled her ability to give a damn about anyone else but herself, but it did not dull her emotions, nor her passion. She flirted, kissed and danced her way around the club and had managed to get drunk without spending a penny. Oh the joys of being beautiful and knowing how to use it.

Drunk and happy she danced, relishing the occasional touch of other bodies as the brushed past her. No one dared dance with her though, she was so absorbed and beautiful in her dance that they gave her a small circle of the dance floor and merely danced around her. Afraid that if they did interrupt that the sith girl might do some damage to them, not because she had a habit of doing so, but because she was Moridin’s apprentice, and she had brought one of her sabers at least.

 

[KRD-26]

Soon after all of the fun stopped when KRD crashed into the bar though. After he had regain his balance; the music had stopped as well as the dancing. KRD in a fit of rage/embarrassment threatened the bartender with his blaster pistols and fled the building.

 

[Kiara Alanna Decoix]

Kiara found herself looking for a crystal that was only grown on Byss and one other world but since the other world lied in Mandalorian space she would have to leave it alone for now. So after a look day of trekking through the various underbellies, she found herself irritated and a little more than pissed off. So what would be a perfect way to blow off some stress without having to slaughter the current city she was in, nothing better that Krakk's nightclub would do at this point. So without much hesitation she found herself in a form fitting black dress with red streaks almost whimsically adorned along the sides.

Upon the entrance of the club she could feel the presence of Moridin's prized apprentice, she found herself somewhat curious about what brought her to this world. However, that same curiosity died when she noticed how the young sith seemed to captivate everyone near her in her dance. She found herself in the crowd of watchers after getting a drink from a man who obviously didn't understand her sexual preference as he still bought it even with her not showing any interest.

Tonight, Kiara only had one lightsaber on her, and it only just barely fit into the purse she was carrying. But it matter not in a world like Byss, their was plenty of cannon fodder if she did so happen to get in over her head.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya was oblivious to the interruption in the music for the music was not just around her but inside her and as such she continued her dance, uncaring of what anyone else was doing. She did, however, feel the presence of a sith master though she did not look nor reach out to see who it was, she was too engrossed in the music now that nothing was to distract her from it.

Nothing but the unwelcome press of a man against her back and the feel of his hands on her waist. Anger flared within her and her trance snapped in an instant as she slammed her elbow deep into his ribcage with a satisfying crack and spun away to face him, her hand hovering over the saber at her hip. The man rubbed his ribcage and was hurling curses at her. "Perhaps, you should learnt to keep your hands to yourself unless otherwise invited." she purred back at him before turning away and finally seeing the Master Kiara. She smiled in greeting and bowed her head.

As she took a step towards Kiara the male sith moved to block her path. "You dare mock me, whore!?" her coiled his fingers around her throat and Anaya merely smiled at him. Calling upon the dark side of the force she wrapped him in a force net. his hand slipped away from her neck as he tried to break it but Anaya's anger at his insolence only made her stronger. Tightening the net and relishing in the scream that erupted from his lips as it slowly cut him to pieces. She looked at the mess on the floor, aware of those watching her. "Oops" she said sarcastically stepping over the mess, ignoring the slaves that rushed in behind her to clear it up.

"Master Kiara," she said as she reached her, "A pleasure to see you." she cast a glance behind her at the mess, "Some people just don't seem to know when it is in their best interest to walk away. Can I get you a drink?"