Safety Dance

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

[member="Ryiah Tenriem"]

Location: Raxus Prime

The world was broken and twisted, really bleak even as Nico stood there but aside from worlds like Coruscant and Taris or Nar Shadda. They were filled with distractions and hearing what little information she knew about this padawan well she had some problems but nothing to conclusive. It was very much like Nico herself while she stood there in the loose fitted pants with her belt holding the blue crystal as a buckle. It gave some nice movement and flare with her short tank top.

Her necklace on with the sigil while she kicked with the boots quickly moving around and letting her gauntlets sabers be the heaviest thing she had on while on her arm the circlet gleamed making the small force shield for the acid rain. She had a second one for the padawan to protect here on the planet but they could do a whole lot more while she moved a little between the wrecked ships and equipment around the small landing pads obscuring her vanguard prototype ship she had come to call Old Reliable.

Her breathing came out controlled and even while she was moving, letting the force energies wrap around herself leaping over one of the wrecked pieces as she slid keeping her pace and speed as she reached that place in her mind she could focus, she could be one with the flow of the force instead of fighting against it or just getting antsy sitting around. Lily had been proving a wonderful way for her to get used to people and trust them but this padawan might be able to confirm she was something more then just a former darksider.

 

[Ryiah Tenriem]

Raxus Prime

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Raxus Prime, a planet devoid of life and nature, centuries of dropping scrap metal on the surface of the planet had polluted, destroyed and corrupted the delicate ecosystem, leaving the planet a world of discarded and unwanted metal and the spirit of nature crying out in pain. Ryiah thought that the planet perfectly mirrored the feelings within her scarred and battered soul, damaged from her stint within the dark.

Bare feet striding over metal, uncaring as the sharpened edges of scrap threatened to tear her feet apart, confident in her ability to enhance the durability of her body through the Force, Ryiah kept a steady pace as she headed towards the coordinates she had been provided with. Behind the purple Togruta, her ship loomed, the fresh pain of Vortex standing out against the rusted colours of the landscape. She had landed only a short distance from the woman who was to be her Master and was already able to sense the Jedi through the weakened connection to Nature.

As always, a lot of Ryaih's body was exposed. Her brown loincloth brushed against her ankles as she walked, the medallions on her beaded belt making a constant, soft chime as the knocked against each other. Across the chest, held up by a necklace, were two strips of brown fabric, the same soft fabric that her loincloth was made out of. Around her wrists and left bicep, thin stands of the fabric were wound and, weaving around her Montrals, a simplistic headdress was set. Apart from that, the rest of her purple-skinned body was exposed to Nature. Her four Lekku hung loose as always, the front to coming to rest against her sternum while the back pair curled around her lower thighs, preventing them from moving freely.

At her hips, four lightsabers were fastened. Two had curved hilts while the other two possessed standard grips. Strapped to her left thigh was a vibroknife and a blaster pistol was strapped to her right.

Coming to a stop a short distance from the woman she was to meet, Ryiah kept her silence, dark brown eyes fixed on the woman. She would wait until the Jedi spoke until she herself spoke.


[member="Nico Minuro Ike"]

 

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

[member="Ryiah Tenriem"]

Nico moved, she kept her energies flowing through her muscles and her lungs as she swung on one of the extending poles and it snapped the metal brittle where the corrosive rain ate away at it. She internally shouted flying forward and rolling on the ground as she looked up and there was someone. Looking up while she blinked with a little pain in her back but her laughed and held a hand up feeling the force come off from the girl above her. She rolled over and was getting up as she raised her head to look at the bare feet before she was standing up and brushing herself off. Nico offered a grin taking in the outfit her padawan was wearing.

"Welcome to Raxus." She offered a smile and some excitement at the situation while stretching and pulling her hair back into a tighter ponytail while she was letting some of the force energy roll off of herself. "I am Nico, your master as it were and we are here to make you sweat.... with the force." She was moving her finger and pointing at the air while making sure her words came out right while thinking about it. "Yeah that makes sense." She said it low and to herself while looking at Ryiah with a few more thoughts she kept to herself before motioning to the side and pulling the circlet out. "This is for you, it can protect from the polluted rain."

 

[Ryiah Tenriem]

Ryiah ran her eyes up and down the body of the woman who was to be her Master, gaze lingering on her chest with an uncaring air while a smirk pulled at Ryiah's lips, especially when she stretched, tying her hair back. Striding forwards, hips swaying in an exaggerated move, Ryaih accepted the proffered circlet, fastening it around her bicep. As she did so, Ryiah spoke up, an added and exaggerated huskiness lining her tone.

"Sweat ... through the Force? Shame. There could have been much more ... fun ways for us to work up a sweat. Wouldn't you agree?"

Backing away, Ryiah's feet sliding over the scrap beneath her feet causing a clatter to sound out as metal hit against metal, the Togruta's expression fell, falling into an emotionless facade that might as well as been carved out of stone. Her body language, before open and relaxed, tensed, muscles coiling, as Ryiah crossed her arms under her breasts, subtly attempting to make them more obvious. Her center of balance shifted backwards as he prepared to leave if so required.

"I'm relatively sure you know my name - Ryiah, if not, but I don't know yours. So, what's your name?" Ryiah's voice had changed the same way her body language had, becoming more tense and curt.


[member="Nico Minuro Ike"]

 

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

[member="Ryiah Tenriem"]

Nico raised an eyebrow as the padawan spoke like that and she was curious if the padawan meant it, knew what she was saying or was trying to play at something with a look. Either way she was excited and liking the feeling she got from this padawan while she cocked her hip to the side. "Well Ryiah, I am Nico one of the dancer jedi and I promise my padawan. You are going to work up a sweat and it is going to be fun. Or never know there is many things you might learn." She raised her eyebrows though while she was walking around a little and looking at the scrap piles around them. "Plus you get to learn in all the exotic places, after this breath control on spira and you can hang out on the beaches."

 

[Ryiah Tenriem]

Fierce brown eyes, with a repressed predatory gleam, followed Nico as she walked around Ryiah, never leaving the Togruta's Master's form. A lazy, and slightly lecherous, smirk crossed Ryiah's lips, her body language shifting once again such as her expression had. Her shoulders relaxed, her arms dropped to her sides and her hip cocked to the side as her body opened up, showing that she was no longer trying to block out the word, no longer trying to shelter herself, and was instead shifting between personalities and was now willing to let people in.

"Your a dancer? Well, I would definitely sell my souls to see that. In a ... private venue, of course, where we could work up a sweat in a more ... enjoyable way." At every pause in Ryiah's speech, her smirk would grow and the huskiness deepened, to the point that when she finished speaking a husky growl was accompanying her voice as an undertone.

Turning to face Nico as she walked behind her, Ryiah's feet drug along the scrap beneath her feet, sending the smaller items skipping across the ground with a clatter. "You know, if you wanted to see me in beach cloths, you only have to ask. I wouldn't mind modelling them for you." Her voice abruptly shifted tone once again, becoming full of disgust. "And such a place would be better than this, this Nature forsaken pile of scrap."

Like most of the Togruta's in her family, Ryah believed that Nature itself was a deity, and that each planet and moon held their own. As such, to her, the defilement of the environment that Raxus Prime had suffered was nothing more than sacrilege against a benign and caring Goddess that only sought to maintain the cyclical construct that Life was. her beliefs were the reason behind Ryiah's provocative outfit. by baring her skin, Ryiah believed that she was allowing herself to make contact with Nature and that the more she bared, the deeper the connection she forged.

Once again within only a short space of time, Ryiah's personality shifted. Said shifts were the only display of how damaged, how shattered her mind currently was from everything she had suffered. Shifting from angry to seductive, Ryiah stalked towards her Master, hips swaying. "So, Master," the innuendo she laced within the word was heavy enough that it seemed to have a physical presence, "what shall I be learning first?"


[member="Nico Minuro Ike"]

 

[Nico Ike Qarmast]

[member="Ryiah Tenriem"]

Now that was something and Nico couldn't help but feel her cheeks get all warm while she thought about it. Dirty dirty thoughts while she was moving and making some distance in her mind for a moment as she was trying to remember what she was here for. AHHHH I DON"T DO SMARTICLES.... was all that came to her mind before she finished up and spoke looking over her padawan whose personality had shifted with a small smile. "Well we shall be able to see that and work at it.

For now here we are going to focus on getting you to be able to move and contort your body to maneuver around that scrap set up." She was looking over the things though with some interest while she prepared with her gauntlets. "We'll start and work and then have some fun."Nico looked at her padawan as she gave a nod and figured she might need to add some more to it. "Alright run and go around the small scrap piles, there are some areas that are tight spaces and you'll need to contort to fit through. Speed and flexibility is needed."