Slipper Sleaze

[Kiber Dorn]

Well, this wasn't exactly how he expected his day to go.

Just supposed to be dealing some spice. Then get attacked, arrested and taken on to be the assassin of an empire, well, so to speak, assassin of an empire just sounds right though, it's Carlito Carribean Cool.

Did he want such a pressure on his back? He'd come to Coruscant escaping a gruelling life of training, and now here it was presented before him once again. Strength, power, the old rigmarole. It wasn't really what he dreamed of.

Nah, try riches and women. Chillin' in the penthouse, probably with some wench feeding him grapes. Latest technology on hand. Private speeder limos for the buds. Party twenty-four karkin' seven. No sleep. Just spice. Probably die at day eight just from lack of sleep, heart explodes in his chest. What a way to go.

“What if I don't want to, Commandy?”

 

[J3C0]

She paused for a few moments.

Individual choice, it was such a pesky, such an annoying little thing that she often forgot that others besides her actually had it. Her eyes narrowed for a few moments and she looked at him considerately. Should she be nice? Forceful? Good? Evil? There were many things she could do, many things that she could offer him.

“Then you die.” She decided it was best. “You are a rat in a trap. My Trap.”

It was simple as that.

Oh she had no doubt he would try to run , but that could be dealt with later.

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Harsh vibes.

Kiber Dorn however, was not a particularly heroic man. He never argued back against the term rat, finding it perfectly fitting and strangely non-offensive for himself. He liked rats, they held an air of invincibility about them, like you could never really get rid of your rats. He also liked a spot of cheese with some crackers now and again.

“You're goin' with the hard sell then,” he grumbled as he scratched the bottom of his chin. Scritch scritch.

Wasn't much choice here. The concept of new-found responsibility and training made his insides shrivel a touch. Could there be nothing in this situation that appealed to his senses? He could be the next in the family to have the glory touch, you know.

Yawn.

“Well, you know what, Miss Trap. I gotta an idea. It's fresh, you'll love it. How about you hook me up with training, and I'll kill Zamblanco for you, and for me, but mostly for you. Howzat sound?”

Of course, this was not a fresh idea and was exactly what she wanted albeit with the motivations more transparent. Just his annoying and complicated way of saying yes, he'd do it.

 

[J3C0]

There was no pause, no hesitation.

“Done.”

That was it. That was all she said.

There wasn't really more she could say. Kiber would be let go to his own devices, he would be allowed to run free and train. Of course there would be a method of control. A way to keep him on the leash, but for now that was unnecessary, for now he would be cooperative. Mostly because she had what he didn't, lots of resources, and lots of soldiers.

He would cooperate.