Zeltrons and Pazaak

[Kenrath]

Zeltros


Marcus had heard a great deal about Zeltros recently but he had never really had cause to go there. It was known for great parties but to Marcus his idea of a great party had been the Red Wedding on Mindabaal. That had been a great party but of course it had nothing to do with the fact close to a hundred people died that day. Some killed by Marcus himself the rest killed by other guests conveniently only the guests on the bride's side survived the wedding party.


Marcus sat at a Pazaak table in a nice suit with a Zeltron lady on each arm. He was celebrating being a step closer to closing a deal that would provide places to relax for his little slice of the Galaxy. It had cost him a pretty credit............five million of them to be exact. It mattered not he could afford it.

He glanced over at the lovely lady at his left arm before turning back to the game and flipping over a new card hitting the mark he smiled.

"Looks like this round is mine."

He winked at the other player with a smile.

[member="Daemora Fel"]

 

[NightSister]

When one was young and attractive and somewhat hedonistic, it was hard to turn down a good party - and when it came to parties on Zeltros, good was the bare minimum. Gambling was the perfect way to boost the party mood if you'd just received a large paycheck, and that was how Daemora had ended up sitting opposite a man flanked by Zeltron women, smacking one hand on the table in frustration as he won the round.

"Not to worry, I'll get you soon enough."

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

Marcus chuckled.

"Now now my little ball of fire no need to get frustrated." "It is after all just a game of chance." "Some times the cards fall in your favor and some times they don't."

He smiled as the new round started. Looking at one of the ladies on his arm he winked at her.

"It sounds like my new friend here could use a relaxing massage while we play."

Without a word the Zeltron woman made her way around the table to [member="Daemora Fel"] pausing for a just a moment to see if Daemora was going to accept or turn down the offer.

Looking at Daemora he smirked.

"Beside smashing the furniture..................you do know there are more appropriate rooms to do that." "You are going to scare away all these lovely ladies doing that."

Marcus's eyes briefly flashed yellow before going back to their normal color.

"And I think that is not a place you are prepared to go..............then again I sure do hope I am wrong."

The smirk returned to his face as he played his next card.

 

[NightSister]

Ball of fire...Daemora had certainly been called worse, she thought to herself with a grin.

"Firstly, note the table is still intact. Second, I think I will take that massage, actually." Daemora allowed herself a small smile as the Zeltron woman moved behind her.

"Third, I'm more or less prepared to go anywhere. And fourth, I win." She grinned as she played the winning card down.

"So, where does that leave us?" Her voice was heavy with implication.

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

Marcus smirked not at all seeming to care about losing the round. After all there was still one round left to play and his opponent was becoming more interesting than the game itself.

"Well we can either play the last round and see who wins." "Or................................"

Marcus took a sip of a drink handed to him by the lovely Zeltron still at his side.

".............we can raise the stakes a bit."

His smirked widened into a devious grin that held just as much implication as her voice did.

[member="Daemora Fel"]

 

[NightSister]

"Hmm, let's raise the stakes shall we? I would normally ask what I'm getting into but I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."
This man was interesting to her. She'd sensed an overpowering Darkness from the moment the game began, which was unexpected but not unwelcome, and of course she wasn't going to turn down the challenge of raising the stakes, no matter how high. Even if she hadn't had three glasses of wine, this was too good an opportunity to turn down.

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

He smirked setting his cards down and standing.

"Well then may I suggest a change in venue?"

He slipped both ladies a stack full of credits sending them on their way. He then turned and headed towards the back of the place. The wonderful part about Zeltros was that just about every bar and club in the place had a back room.

He made his way over to one and shoved a handful of credits into the hand of the man standing in front of it before making his way in. Once inside he moved to the back of the room before he turned to face [member="Daemora Fel"] with a smile.

 

[NightSister]

"Well, you're sure of yourself." Daemora didn't say it in a harsh way - a fast pace was always more exciting. "And it just so happens that I think this is the perfect time for a change of venue." This was hardly a new experience for her, but that didn't make it any less enjoyable. Besides, whoever he was, he wasn't anything she'd encountered before. That was good. That was perfect.

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

He smiled.

"Winner take all............"

He stepped right up to her.

"all you have to do is last as long as you can................"

Without another word he reached out to place a hand in the center of her chest followed by shooting a sustained blast of lightning directly into her chest. He would not stop until she cried mercy, dropped to a knee, or passed out.

[member="Daemora Fel"]

 

[NightSister]

Her eyes widened as the pain struck her and she gritted her teeth trying to hold in a scream. Daemora had no intention of losing this time and so she stood, digging her heels into the ground to keep herself from dropping down, biting her tongue to prevent crying out. She'd never seen cause to check whether her Epicanthix immunity stretched to lightning. I guess that's one thing I can check off my list of things I never wanted to have to do...
She knew that the man had the power to make the pain infinitely worse, and she also knew that he wouldn't hesitate to prove it. The problem was that Daemora didn't know what would provoke him to do so.

You're a Sith, you're stronger than this.

Clenching her fists, Daemora tried to think through the excruciating pain and began to let the Force out in a shield around her. The pain lessened slightly, but not enough. She wasn't going to lose, she wasn't going to lose, she wasn't going to lose...she'd been standing through the agony for almost fifteen minutes before she sank to her knees and her head hit the floor.

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

He smiled watching her hit the floor.

"You lose."

He knelt down at her side and lifted her to her feet.

"You are insane, you know that." "Either that or you are one twisted chick."

He smiled.

"Nobody can stand the pain of lightning for very long." "You either find a way to interrupt the person using it or wear clothing or armor that dissipates the energy."

Once he was sure she could stand up on her own he let go of her.

"I set you up to see what you would do." "It was underhanded but hey I am a Sith.........it's kinda what we do."

[member="Daemora Fel"]

 

[NightSister]

"So now strong is insane?" she whispered. She said it again, louder. "I think that was impressive. Anyway, I'm an Acolyte or trying to be, my Epicanthix immunity would have had at least some effect and I was trying to make a Force shield. I nearly managed, too." She leant against the wall, breathing heavily. "So, was there any reason for that or was it some twisted Sithy idea of fun?" She paused. "Because yeah, great fun. Pazaak has nothing on that. So much fun. Could do it all over again," she muttered sarcastically.

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

He smiled.

"A shield or any ability is only as strong as the person using it." "Even if you have managed to put up the shield all it would have done was arch the lightning, drain your energy until it failed, and then leave you vulnerable to subsequent attacks."

He moved forward until he was nearly pressed against her raising one hand and placing it on the wall by her head.

"I have so many twisted ideas of fun." "Would you like to find out what they are?"

He smirked looking into her eyes.

"An Acolyte you say?" "How fascinating I happen to love Acolytes." "That my little fire ball is a test I like to put all potential Apprentices through." "It tests two things." "The first being how they face imminent danger..........on their feet without fear..........or a quivering mess in the floor begging for mercy." "Needless to say you passed." "The second being a judge of combat experience or the ability to think on their feet." "That part.............well you did try and use a shield so we will call it a draw."

[member="Daemora Fel"]

 

[NightSister]

"Hey, twisted fun is my favourite kind." By now she'd recovered and was looking at him with a teasing grin.

"And I would hardly call agonising pain 'on your feet'. By my terms, I passed, because I wouldn't pick a fight with anyone who could hold it that long anyone, but we can call it a draw if you like. So now...does that make me a potential Apprentice then?"

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

He smirked his free hand unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it open revealing multiple scars.

"Being able to push back from agonizing pain can mean the difference between life and death."

His hand moved from his own shirt to her cheek.

"Maybe tomorrow..............but for tonight I think we stick to some twisted fun of a more carnal kind." "We are after all alone in a room together on a planet lacking of virtue but full of Vice."

[member="Daemora Fel"]

 

[NightSister]

"Well, the only training I've ever had is with a group of teenage Sith wannabes, so excuse me if I need a while to catch up."

She could feel her skin tingling where he touched her. It was the thrilling feeling she'd left her house looking for.

"And as for the other thing...you won't hear me complaining."

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

He chuckled.

"I never had a Master..........I am more self taught than anything else." "Until I had killed and conquered enough people and planets to earn my place among the SIth." "Even then it was always group training sessions."

The last part he didn't respond to.........at least not verbally at first. He did however take his hand from the wall it sliding to the small of his back and pulling a Tactical Fighting Blade. He smiled as he brought it up and across in front of her eyes before flipping the blade down and sliding it down the front of her top, twisting it blade towards him and pulling to slice the fabric down the middle.

He looked at her with a smirk.

"You really shouldn't have said that."

[member="Daemora Fel"]

 

[NightSister]

Daemora didn't flinch even as the blade came milimetres from her heart - he could've killed her with the lightning if he was planning on hurting or killing her, and besides she didn't want to give him the satisfaction. She didn't even look down as the fabric tore open. Unlike some, she was smart enough to know that he didn't intend to hurt her any more than he already had, and even if he did she had a lightsaber strapped to her thigh, hidden beneath her flowing crimson skirt, for just such purposes.

"I love doing things that I shouldn't."

[member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

He smirked.

"Clearly."

He jabbed the blade into the wall beside her so it would stay and then grabbing her by the shoulders he turned her around to face the wall. After pulling the remains of her top down letting it fall to the ground he placed a hand in the center of her back and pushed her against it.

"Lucky for you I enjoy doing things to people I shouldn't do."

He reached down with both hands yanking her skirt down letting it hit the floor. Seeing the saber strapped to her thigh he chuckled.

"Not the best place to keep that.........how exactly are you supposed to get to it in a hurry if you need to?"

He reached down to grab it and toss it in the floor behind them. Grabbing a handful of her hair he whispered in her ear.

"Last chance to back out................I am far from gentle."

[member="Daemora Fel"]

 

[NightSister]

Daemora gritted her teeth as he pushed her against the wall - but this time it was a good pain. The leather bit into her leg as it was ripped off, but it added to the atmosphere.

"I'll be holding you to that."

This was certainly one way to begin her Acolyte training - she supposed that Sith were motivated by passion, and passion was frequently motivated by alcohol, and they'd both had plenty of that. Her goal that night had been to enjoy herself, and enjoyment of the best kind was imminent now.

[member="Vengeance"]