Territorial Ramble

[Tathra Khaeus]

​"You contradict yourself." He spoke, he had caught it even if she had not. ​"Your philosophy of boring people living longer is broken by the fact that you are not being boring now, yet would be in immediate danger if there were not bars between us. It is those blessed with luck or patience that live longer." ​The way he spoke was nearly mechanical, he felt a certain pleasure in poking holes in the acolytes philosophy. Perhaps she dealt with embarrassment poorly. However, given his calmness in this situation it was clear he did not. The Matador knew this containment was temporary, one way or another.

​"You've much to learn yet pupil. Hold your tongue." ​He spoke, a flash of spite audible on his last word. He stood, motionless as he examined the pupil of the Sith. The gleam of joy in her eyes indicated to him a wildness, a feral nature that he had not seen until he was this close. It reminded him of the wild hunger in a vicious beasts eyes, however they hungered for food. She hungered for pleasure, and power. She could not see his eyes, hidden behind the slits of his helm.

​He had taken note of how she had rose to meet him, her confrontational nature was apparent to him. She wished to feel a semblance of control where there was truly none. He adjusted one of his Gauntlets, turning the underside to his face where a small set of buttons lay. He pulled the buckler tight and dropped his arm slowly to his side as he watched the pupil.

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[Syss Rembala]

The smile on her face widened in such a manner she looked like the representation of a predator made human. Square, white teeth that could have been imagined like a million daggers on a crocodile's mouth. She was nothing, and there was no one more aware of it than her. His comment brought her no offense...it did not shame her because in the end, the difference between an ignorant pupil and herself was that she knew very well what she was. The fact she was acting in a determined way despite of it was all done under the full grace of her conscience and will, not out of a lack of wisdom. But apparently this was escaping the attention of the warrior, and she felt amused to no ends by this. He did not fall into her carefully crafted webs, but as far as she could tell up to now he was not very skilled in reading her. Usually she wouldn't have been surprised, she had yet to meet somewhat what she was at her essence.

All this was making her feel gleeful in a strange and deranged manner, the works of the more unstable side of her mind that apparently was feeling particularly active this day. Her white eyes remained on the man, her smile unmoved as if her cheeks has been stapled to maintain it. Her gaze had severely darkened in that mischievous and knowing manner. She knew she was not an egotistical or obstinate being, but she could always pretend she was. Suddenly, it was all gone. The smile, the gleam in her eyes, the poise in her stance. And her ice-cold presentation ruled again, devoid of everything. How could she, with so much intensity inside, control it with little more than the whim of her will was an answer that avoided everyone but herself. With no more to say, she offered one last small smile, almost kindly to the man. "Each will interpret as one may. I will do as you say now, simply to humor you. I'll...hold my tongue." Was she explicitly taunting? Not at all, but her words clearly displayed that she had already seen whatever it was that she had wanted to see, and thus her interest in the conversation was now lost. She turned and started walking away from his cell. "I believe you'll be released soon. Farewell, warrior." She did not turn to look at the man again, but she was smiling.

Few moments after the Umbaran had disappeared further into the entrails of the vessel, a group of officers entered the room. They walked up to the cell, many carrying rifles that were pointed at the man and deactivated the cell's bars, leaving the opening cleared for the warrior to exit. "The inspection and expert records have been concluded. You are free to abandon Ord Radama as soon as that is possible and will now be escorted back to your ship."

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