Withdrawal

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Unknown Location,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px][member="XoChitl"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]It didn’t take a genius to see that somewhere along the way things had gone haywire. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The trickling of cold liquid: dripping drop by drop on his head, flowing down his face like ironic tears and the freezing draft of air escaping the tight suppression of one of the tiny vents in the wall. It, combined with the dried-up collection of blood marring and obfuscating part of his face, told Carach, Lord of the Sith and Darth appointed, all that he needed to know.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Somewhere along the line it had all gone to shet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Or perhaps it had been her. Still holding to her unconscious state, her voluptuous body clinging to his back. Leaning against him… but it would be more accurate to say that they were [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]chained[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] together, heavy interlocking chains made from some strange alloy preventing their immediate escape and allowing Carach just a moment to think back to what had been. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She knew him as Gregori Starvald from… well that was where her curiosity had come in, no? A man with deep pockets and even deeper connections, but virtually nothing on record.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Who could get any information and all information.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Just gotta ask.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Rise and shine, mistress Xo. Rise… and shine[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px].” [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]not that he wished to imply she was sleeping on the job, no. After the ordeal they had gone through… well, few others were more deserving of some rest. But they couldn’t very well stay here, could they?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Gregori would have touched her mind and awakened her forcefully, but for two simple reasons. First and foremost that did not inspire [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]confidence[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] out of prospecting employees and secondly, well, there was always that poison streaming through his veins and making the Force all oily of texture.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Slippery slip, difficult to grasp and even more complicated to hold.[/SIZE]

 

[Xochilt]

A coral clawed hand would snap up curl around [member="Darth Carach"]’s neck.

Blood red tipped fingernails dug into bronze skin, indenting white crescents with the pressure. The cuffs that bound her wrists jingling with the ice cold chains of death; but not as on point as the sharp claws of the Zeltron female under him.

Her upper torso drew the angular coral visage of the agent to hover along his jawline. Her breath would curl hotly across that dark shadow, slightly chapped lips parting to breathe with a silvery note.

“Next time... remember that my mind is my own, Bao bay” her voice would drip virulent honey in her native tongue, a husky rasp that promised as much as a salacious night as it did in carnal death. This was a reminder of what had occurred in the onslaught earlier. When everything had gone wrong.

Bright orange citrine eyes would flare from under that half hooded gaze, her full crimson lips curling up in emphasis. “Lest you enjoy me getting into your own, no?” blood was caked at the corner of her mouth, an oozing sanguine trail that coated her mouth in its metallic tang.

“Remember that well, Dong le ma.” are we clear? It better be crystal, mused the Zeltron, peering through the mused straight fringe of snow-white hair. Quickly, she registered ails and wounds. Her left shoulder was sore, likely due to the dislocation.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="XoChitl"]

"I told ya not to get under his skin. I told y- Wo de ma!" Starvald exclaimed as raw plasma burst against the thin - very, very thin - durasteel contraption he was crouching behind. His disruptor reeled up behind said cover, exchanging shots and giving Xo some much needed fire-support - it would give her some space to maneuver into a more favorable angle, or at the very least that was the idea.

He wasn't exactly perfect with close-quarters tactics. Gorram firearms, why couldn't these bastards use regular organic mooks? Why did it have to be droids and ben dani (oh by the Force, now he was even beginning to think in Zeltrosi) wrapped in some alchemical material that kept them safe from his mental influence?

Smoke, fire, explosions rang into his ears. Gregori couldn't see Xo from his position, but he knew that the last thing they wanted was to get caught by a sudden influx of bum-rushing goons.

They were only with two. That ain't ever gonna go right.

About to rise from his cover and take a chance Gregori blinked as the firing died out. Silence - or at least comparatively to what had come before - was followed by a soft thunk next to him. Blue eyes looked to the left. Metal sphere, oh feth-

The rest of that sentence went up in flames as the nade went off and send him crashing into the wall.

Starvald blinked once, twice, trying to keep his mind from slipping into the darkness, but it was too much. The night was slipping in and with it promises; the vision of his little sister, cute puppet-face lighting up in the dark, smiling at him and whispering: "Rest, brother. You have earned it..."

And so he slept.

 

[Xochilt]

“Go se!”

The exclamation went ripping from her lips with a grimace. Her back went slamming against the crate, coral legs lifting up as she drew her knees to her chest. With another savage curse, the alabaster maned Zeltron shot a withering glare at the man at her side.

“Don’t mind frak me!” came her snarl, the sound of ripping fabric cutting the din along with the volley of blaster fire their way. One shapely coral leg flexed, her hand going to the hold out blaster strapped to her thigh, pushing away the ripped fabric of the silky skirt.

If there was one thing she dispised, was having another in her head. That was her one measure of privacy. Her one sanctuary. The carsunum managed to hold it at bay, but apparently, Starvald had a little more omph than XoChitl expected.

Blaster fire would scour black marks against the wall. Only the cover managed to keep things at bay. A check and slam of the power pack and the woman would peer around the corner. With a calculated gaze, she methodically brought up her hand, took aim, and sent two emerald bolts downrange.

They struck the man on the chest, a sickly thud following as the seared blaster holes smoldered. Another brush against her right thigh, the gleam of silver flashing under the light.

Throwing knives.

An expert palm and then the sudden flick sent it flying into the air…

Unfortunately that didn’t stop the sudden bothan stun grenades launched at her direction. There was a flash. Pain wracked her body.

Then everything went dark.

​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="XoChitl"]

Nails digging into his skin, the soft crawl of her voice dripping of promise and brushing against his conscience. It almost got a purrr out of him, but the Sith Lord kept the drawl just inside at the back of his throat, instead he simply smiled the long smile. Those blues increasing in intensity, seemingly, only stipulated and marked by the red hues of dried blood covering the left of his face, but oh the pleasure dripping from the soft and heavy baritone as Carach responded to her remarks.

"Mmrrrhm." he would hum, almost as if in contemplation, ignoring the insistent pierce of her claws in his flesh. "I could think of worse fates than you in my mind, Bao Bay."

The ghost image of red eyes, lips and soft lines started to fade. Sister... he coughed softly, before finally chuckling. A raspy sound, throaty at the end, he could feel the bruises just underneath his skin where tender hands had grabbed and clamped down, to try and choke the life out of him in an act of hate and mixed passion.

Carach tried to grab for the Force. Ethereal handy grasp into the void where that shimmering river always was, but there was nothing of power to be had this time around. Oily texture kept him at bay, slippery, every time he thought he almost had it... was followed by a moment of disappointment soon after.

Humpf.

 

[Xochilt]

“ Just what exactly are you proposing” even in the situation that they were in, cuffed and chained to this blasted cell, XoChitl was apt to push and prod and slither under another’s skin if she could. Nothing seemed to phase her. Not her current circumstance and certainly not the mysterious man who had apparently been more than met the eye.

No matter.

It was another game to play. Another Dejarik monster on the board.

Vacillating between her own amusement and her risk addiction, the Zeltron could care less what came of this. It was just another cog in the big, great, wheel. Another step for her to take until she made it to the end game. The only question was just what would make the the wild ride all the sweeter.

The nails would scratch at that line of that chiseled jaw, scraping with remembrance upon that burnished copper skin. Blue eyes would bore into the daggers of citrine, and only a curl of a wolfish grin would follow suit.

“ Oh? Let it out a bit too early that Wheel Sabacc card, lover?” that purr would rumble from deep in her throat, breathing in the musk of Gregori’s skin, lashing out with a honeyed silver tongue that begged for a taste of metaphorical blood.

Oh there was always a rhyme to the reason. Always a plan. Depending on just how juiced up Starvald was, they could do what they will as soon as his little bout of hoodoo could come of use.

But one didn’t simply reconnect with the Force. A little encouragement in the anger department certainly helped.

“Maybe next time you should keep it in your pants.” there was a narrowing of her citrine eyes, twin embers of sassy distain that begged to be wiped with the cruel plant of a hand. One wondered if she simply did so to see if she won a reaction out of it, mindless of the outcome.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="XoChitl"]

Careful, baby boy. The tender drawl had climbed up his ear, stroked his personality and made him coo just a bit. She is a dangerous one, will push any and all boundaries... she thinks she is immortal, I wager. But that's the entire thing with hindsight, no? Ya think you know exactly what you are doing, take up all the chances and risks, maybe even make a ledger of 'em... but at the end of the day it all goes to shet anyway. Part of Starvald thought he should have known better. The other - more dominant - part couldn't help but howl in happiness that violence had won the day once again.

His fist lashed out and contacted squarely with the squashy mouth of an incoming Rodian, just as Xo and him rounded the corner. Oef. The pained gasp escaped the alien, before he fell down to the ground - he didn't get any time to recover, Gregori's boot already came slamming down to his neck.

A loud crack sounded as the windpipe was crushed. Soft wheezing, attempts to draw breath, it didn't do no good to him. Not that his assailant cared, he was already walked farther down the corridor.

Alarms sounded in the distance.

They had managed to blast their way out of the meeting room, but there was more to come... so much more, he could sense a lot of life coming their way. So focused on that, he was caught entirely by surprise as suddenly bolts of plasma started streaking down to them - a decade of war and skirmish against the Republic had keened his instincts to an edge, and he acted without considering any other possibility. His mind grasped and lashed out with sheer force and power.

It could not find any purchase in the intended targets... but by sheer vice of proximity his power latched onto the fuzzy edge of Xo's mind next to him.

Gregori cursed heavily, before slamming himself against the thin plating of the crate close-by.

At the same time the Force Master disengaged his mind from hers, too late though, already the images would start to flutter before his eyes - her surface memories - and it would be the same to her. Images, red eyes, bloody smile, burning and exploding force would transfer through miasmatic touch.

 

[Xochilt]

"Careful, Bao bay..." oh did that wolfish grin ever did grow as her voice fell an octave.

"Oh, I do enjoy our little trysts." Nreo shot back, but there was a flex upon his jaw.

"Not as much as you will after... Hand the data over Nreo." honey coated that spark bee sting, her pheromones a thick cloud of sway that begged to follow her curt advise.

"And submit to the Network." the way she said each word was a provocative roll of her full lips, "You already like it when you are on your knees and bent over me... how is this any different?"

Oh that struck a nerve, along with a bit of a titter from the guards. Oh did Xo look ever so smug, canting her head with a slight incline as if daring him to denying.


"Don't be stupid."

The curt chide was a slap across the din towards Nreo, the Adumarian flanked by his Rodian guards. However, it was clear that Nreo was going to be a writhing little turd.

He stroked his lustrous black beard, his ice blue eyes narrowing upon the [member="Gregori Starvald"] and the Zeltron with distinct pleasure.

"No, I believe I am in the right of this Miss...." a click of his tongue signaled where the Cyberterrorist commanded the escalation. Weapons drawn, and the tension was quickly growing, the sound of safety clicks being removed echoing within the chamber.

"I believe..." XoChitl's torso bent forward, palms flat on the table. The straight slash of her alabaster hair a thick fringe down to mid back, brushing forward over her chest as she narrowed those feline citrine eyes with notable threat. "...that I am going to enjoy cutting out your tongue." there was such a salacious malevolent pleasure in that, her coo a bedroom drawl that hung at the belt buckle despite the promise.

A tiny bead of sweat that collected at Nreo's temple. He knew she was good for it. Perhaps that's why he decided to shoot them both instead.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="XoChitl"]

Ah, so that was what they were doing. The Sith Lord didn't utilize rage as most of his associates did. They lost themselves in those mindless emotions with no regard or thought of what might happen, but wasn't that the entire deal with today's Sith? Mindless beasts who only cared for the here and now, who pushed and tugged like little babes, petulant children just trying to live up to the glorious names of old. Hmm... they couldn't all be a Moridin, a Varanin or a Velok, he supposed.

But sometimes you just had to let go of that lid. There was a soft growl growing in intensity the more Xo talked, solid blues shifted in hue as amber started to move in its place.

"I would hate to leave you disappointed." the Sith Lord spoke, carefully, very carefully. They were walking a fine line here - there was a reason he didn't often use his emotions as fuel for his power anymore.

A raging maelstorm of destruction and agony. Scores of corpses laying around, broken and twisted. Pillars of smoke rising, mixing up into the air.

Vengeance for the lose of his sister... blood had been shed freely that day.

Around him darkness started to gather, growing more intense in its shadowy nature, deepening. That oily texture was starting to become more clear to him, close, oh they were so close. But how far could they go without it ending in her pretty body scattered across the room in gore, mess and vile breaking?

 

[Xochilt]

“Disappointed would be the last of it,Bao bay” came Xo’s coo. Her grip at his throat grew tight, and the chains that kept her hands bound gave a distinct cold rattle. It was all that held them to the wall, which meant the Zeltron was still very much capable of movement. Movement that she took every bit of advantage of from her prone position in his embrace.

With the nubile flexibility known to Cafarel, her right shapely leg shifted and slid up and over his lap, her torso a rise and twist towards the hard wall of [member="Darth Carach"] ‘s chest. At the straddle, her grip at his throat drew tighter, nails that had indented with points now digging all the deeper, until pinpricks of pain would cut the membrane.

A bare of her teeth in a wolfish grin breathed in his oh so careful words, attempting to slam him back against the wall by his throat as she pressed her face a hairsbreath from his with a provocative, challenging snarl. Framed by the length of her pure white hair and the glitter of unhindered daring in those citrine eyes, XoChitl baited the full blooded Reek that was the powerful man under her, tempting faith and death itself with a near manic desire to dig under his skin and bury deep.

“ Is that all you got? ” her voice would provoke in disdain, crimson lips nipping at the corner of his mouth as she bore into those brilliant embers of his eyes, watching them flare to life like a smouldering fire to kerosene. She gave a deliberate rock of her hips in pointed emphasis, mixing a heady cocktail of all the primitive baser instincts into the tight little package of lust and wrath right against his core, “Or will you give me what I want?’