Red Dawn: Myrkr (Ordo, Anaya)

[Ordo]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

Ordo's eye twitched as he looked at her. His face held a blank expression as his held her gaze. Would he punish her? Would he punish every Sith for the crimes of one? If there crimes those against him alone he would say no and let her go with a warning to stay away from Mandalorian space but the crimes of the Sith didn't end at one act. Could he blame her for surviving for doing what she had to do? Again the answer was no. He had done the same. He had killed, tortured and destroyed for survival. He had even accepted his situation when the Sith woman and her friends had satisfied their various urges on him. To have ones mind dominated was a terrible thing. You could only watch as you said and did what ever you were told and Ordo as he said had a long memory.


He could have easily made a deal with her for her life, but she said one thing that was enough for Ordo to know her days of being Sith were far from over. She called the Sith her Kin, kin meant family, and what ever her place had been she still considered them her people. Ordo was ready still to continue his processing but she kept speaking. Self Righteous? Sith Plaything? Nothing? Those were most certainly fighting words.

"Self ri.....whats lef.....play thin......" Ordo's lips pulled back and in one motion his hand shot for her neck and he stood. the Chair he had been on went flying back and the one she was on fell as he went for her neck and moved to lift her and slam her into the wall behind her chair.

"Lets get things straight princess!" Ordo growled venomously, "You're alive! You're not raped, tortured or brutalized...yet! You think I'm self righteous?! You think that I've deluded my self into thinking I'm better?! You little Schutta. Your dikut Masters haven't got a damn thing on me! When I'm done with them you'll thank me for being nice enough to lock you up!"

Ordo let go as he realized he had grabbed her with his crushgaunt and stood up her chair.

"Sit! Down!" he said stepping back, "Before I lose my temper."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Pain shot through Anaya's chest as the impact with the wall jarred her already broken rib. The cold metal fingers of his gauntlet dug into the soft flesh of her neck and for the first time in a long time, Anaya felt helpless. She had no control over the situation, no means of which to defend herself. She gasped for breath as his grip tightened with each word, cuffed hand scrambling to find a purchase on something to get him back with as darkness began to creep into the edges of her vision.

Then he let go and she crumpled to the floor, sucking in deep breaths of sweet air, each one burning her chest with hot pains. She was beyond reasoning now, fear for her life should have kept her mouth shut, but her fury outweighed her fear so she rose to her feet and stepped forward, nose to nose with the great beast of a man. She didbn't doubt for a second that he could break her, but she knew he wouldn't. He would have done so already if he had it in him. "I have no Masters. I bow to no one, I obey no one. I am my own fething Master. I don't give a damn what you do to other sith. My kin they might be but I hate them all and they can burn in the netherworld for all I care. It is you who has nothing on me, nothing but a grudge that blinds you so much you don't even realise its turning you into the thing you despise so much."

She smirked then. "I will take great pleasure in watching it consume you, because only then will you truly understand that which you hate so much." She hooked her foot under her fallen chair and flipped it upright again. "Then when you die, you can burn in chaos with the rest of them, while I live in peace and enjoy the spoils of my business."

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

'KASHINK'

The vibro blade in his gauntlet made its tell tale sound and he stood looking at the woman. His cold eyes filling with a burning anger that very few ever saw. His jaw muscles worked visibly as he stared the Sith down. He could kill her now he thought. No one would even hear her screams. Was she right? Was he becoming like a Sith? Did he care? What would Rianna say to feel him so angry and full of hate? Would she still love him?

"Do you still think I'll let you live that long?" Ordo said softly. The man had to choose he could feel that. Her fate and his were tied at this moment. He didn't need the force he could feel what his own heart told him. If he killed her he would fall into darkness but if he let her live she would go on in her selfish pursuits at the expense of others.

"Give me names." Ordo said not taking his eyes off hers, "I want them all."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya heard the blade come free of its sheath and every muscle in her body tensed in anticipation of the attack, only it didn't come. Her smirk widened as she saw the ragre contained behind his eyes. Men were so easy to get to, it never took long for her to worm her way beneath there skin. There was only one man she could think of that hadn't succumbed to her taunts like this and he had been force dead and about as uncaring as she was. On the surface at least. Mandalorian's wore thick armour, but their hearts were outside for all to see, easy to strike at.

"Mikhail Shorn, but you would already know that one. That boy couldn't stay out of the limelight if he tried. Same with Kaine or Vornskr as you will probably know him. Lets see, what names would be beneficial to you...and how would it be beneficial to me? " Anaya only worked with the famous ones, the few that weren't famous weren't worth her time of day. She liked the ones who took the limelight so she could work in the shadows.

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

"If you don't want to go back to the slave life..." Ordo began as his vibroblade retracted into his gauntlet.

He walked back and unpluged the camera in the corner before he turned back toward her. He keyed in a code on the wall and walked closer.

"What ever happens now, there will be no evidence of." He began. "I want your buddies and you want to be free. I think the benefits for you are obvious."

His hard eyes met hers and he held them there. She was a Sith and obviously dangerous, but to get to the rest he was willing to go through her.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya sighed. "You'll have to be a tad more specific, Ordo. I can find any sith, provided I have a name and I'm pretty sure you have a long list of names. Mandalorians aren't the type to glass a planet without getting information from it first." She folded her arms, knowing she had to tread carefully now the camera was off. it was one thing to loose face without anyone seeing, another to do so while your comrades were watching.

"But," she continued her mind racing. "If you want a name of importance. Talith. Its the family name of Darth Moridin. He started this war between us, you can finish it by killing his offspring. There are two I know of for certain. Nemene Talith, Queen of Rattatak and Solieal Talith. I don't doubt there are more of them, I've yet to hear of them all though."

Traitorous till the end. There was a reason Anaya had no friends in the form of force users.

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

"My list is long yes," Ordo began, "But the Talith's will do for a start."

He walked forward and looked her in the eye again before he sat in his chair. He was getting tired. The years had not been kind and niether had his enemies.

"Sit down Fen," He said looking up at her from his seat, though he didn't have to look far, "I'll let you out of here, and you can go play cat and mouse games with the Galaxy, but I want to hear every plan you come across. Whenever you smell a Sith, you tell me, and because I know you're as likely to stab me in the back as you are anyone else, I'll pay for the information."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya sat down and leant forward in her chair, wondering if Ordo realised just what he was unleashing back into the galaxy. She kept her mouth shut, and her smirk to a small one. She wasn't out the door yet, getting too cocky now could just turn this back against her. She clicked her tongue at his proposition. Credits changed everything, they changed the way she handled a situation. She was a terrible friend, but she was a brilliant business woman, if she agreed to this, her word would be concrete.

That annoyed her.

Still, she had little choice. "Al right, any sith I come across or plan that I catch wind of, I will send the information your way. I can't deliver the information myself of course, but you have my word as a business woman that you'll get it. Now," she sat back "Can I have my appointment with the bacta tank while I wait for my ship?"

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Anaya Fen"]

Ordo looked at the Woman and fought the urge to just kill her and be done with her. His hard look was not something most people were comfortable with and given what she was, who she was he knew it would only be a matter of time before she negotiated with someone else for his hide the same way she gave up her fellows.

"One more thing," Ordo said, "If I so much as hear a rumour of a little red Twi'lek in Mandalorian space, I'm coming for you and you won't live long enough to enjoy seeing me fall."

Ordo stood and looked at her, she didn't seem to be bacta tank worthy quite yet. He smiled and reached out his hand to take her by the cuffs. He would lead her out of the door and into the jungle out side.
"I have a spot where you can wait for pick up." Ordo would say then.