Ask Just A Pitstop

[Z'Kair]

Imperial space was a treasure trove of stockpiled Sith artifacts that buyers around the galaxy wanted. Crimson Dawn was making a killing since the Empire and Sith split - the artifacts in high demand. As someone moving up the ranks in the syndicate, it was no surprise Kai found himself back within Imperial borders to run a new operation.

However, this time he actually took a detour and arrived on the planet Troiken. Though he had other reasons for visiting, he was beyond shocked to quickly learn that the planet had a robust spice mining operation. Kai flagged that bit of intel away for later - this far out in the galaxy, he could easily make a plan for that enterprise to get a steady stream of credits flowing and act against Dawn’s enemies.

First stop was somewhere he’d never be caught dead visiting otherwise. Kai stood in front of the neon sign for about five solid minutes, staring at the no fighting symbol. He was dressed in his usual hybrid of grunge casual. He wasn’t exactly the best texter and communicated almost solely through memes. Param had dropped several hints about her shop, but she never would have expected him to actually pay attention.

Kai could have walked right in, but he thought of something else, stepping away and dialing the number on the shop’s door. Once Param answered, Kai changed up his voice and accent, “Hello, I’d like to report someone on fire in the front of your shop.”

Once Param rushed out, she’d find him casually standing there with his hands in his pockets, shit-eating, fanged grin on his face.


@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

A groan of frustration erupted from Param. "No, Evan! Two parts vanilla, one part chili, one part lavender. That's how you make the moonlight blend!" Param yelled. The devaronian known as Evan was at least twice as tall as her, but shrank away from her as she put her hands on her hips. He nodded and started making the tea-bags correctly. Param didn't want to be too hard on the guy; he was a good worker, but a little better suited for security work than making tea.

The last couple of weeks had been one hectic, tangled mess of the galaxy dropping everything it could on Param's lap. Just when she'd gotten back with an apprentice she'd chosen of her own volition, another one was inherited because her former master disappeared. Now she had to go find all his personal shit, AND fend off the Pykes that were trying to reclaim their mining operations on Troiken. Half of her desk in the tea shop office was covered in cute animal stress balls.

Param turned to Bob, the larger of the two devaronians that she'd recruited to help her out. He was on the other side of the room, making a more illicit kind of tea. Mostly the same blends, but some were packed with spice and others with marcan. "Help your brother study, Bob. One more complaint that a customer's mouth is on fire, and I'm making both of you run tables for a week." It was comical, of course, that a girl half their size in a black crop top and grey sweatpants was ordering them around. Both of them could snap her like a twig if they wanted to.

"I got it, Lady P," Bob said over his brick wall of a shoulder. Param shook her head, and stormed back to the office. Of course, that's when the phone would ring. Another groan erupted out of her as she rushed to the phone and picked it up. Before she could even say anything an accented voice mentioned someone being on fire out front.

"WHAT!?" she screamed, grabbing a fire exstinquisher on a hook up by the door and rushing through the customers, and out the front of the shop. The first thing she checked was the plants that lined the outside wall, but seeing no flames daring to touch her precious babies she turned her attention outward.

And there he was. That fanged grin she had thought about so many times, the ears and tail that gave away his feelings even when he was being tough. The fire exstinguisher hit the ground. Param was sure she was saying his name but it only came out as an excited squeal as she ran and jumped up into her arms. Even as she pulled herself tighter into Kai, a flurry of emotions passed through her.

Kai was here on Troiken, what had become her home. With her former master gone it wasn't as dangerous as before but Sith frequented the tea shop. The Pykes were trying to move in. It was dangerous here. Yet practically all the stress and worries disappeared when she felt him, and she wouldn't have him anywhere else in the galaxy at that moment. She freed him from his Param prison of arms and legs, keeping her arms loosely propped up on his shoulders.

"What are you doing here?" She wanted to hug him, kiss him, and so much more. She didn't wait for a reply, her body a trembling mess of happy. Param pulled herself up to the tip of her toes and pressed her lips into his.

@Sreeya

 

[Z'Kair]

Kai’s ears flattened from her high pitched squeal that sounded almost inhumanly high. He barely had a moment to say anything before she launched herself at him. When she first met him, such a move would have toppled him right back on his ass. However, the months of eating better and inevitably falling into Flexo’s routine allowed him to bulk up more. She would certainly feel the change as she clung to him, his hands under her thighs to keep her up. He dug his heels in to steady himself, his tail offering support.

The Fiani wasn’t used to anyone being this excited to see him, and it made him feel far warmer than he expected. He let her hop back down to her feet, giving her a smile before she closed the distance. Kai didn’t stop her, leaning into the kiss and wrapping his arms around her. He drew back after a while, smirking at her.

“Well hello to you too, Param,” He said with a sly grin, “I just happened to be in the neighborhood,” He said with a casual shrug, the smile purposely betraying that he was bullshitting.

“So this is the infamous Garden Spot,” Kai said as he walked towards the shop. He picked up the fire extinguisher on his way, knowing he was responsible for that. He already sniffed the air, “Smells great. You have spicy shit in there?” He asked curiously. In a tea shop?

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

It wasn't just that every ounce of stress from the moment she was promoted to Champion evaporated the moment his lips met hers and his arms wrapped around her. When her body crashed into bulked up muscle, the warm, safe home that was Kai's embrace suddenly became hot and safe. She found herself wishing they weren't on the street at that very moment. He was perfect the way she'd left him that morning when she had started counting down the days, and he had some how found a way to be even better.

Just happened to be in the neighborhood he said. Her face was all smile and blush. She wanted to tell him that he should have let her know he was coming; that she would have prepared for his arrival. Param couldn't bring herself to say it though. Kai was here. He was here. Her arms snaked around one of his, as she took up one of her favorite places to be. The people that had stopped to stare at them were starting to go back about their business as Kai led her back to the tea shop entrance. She didn't even try to hide her hand purposefully brushing against his bulked up frame.

"That's why it's the best tea in the sector," Param boasted excitedly. "Want to try our hottest blend?" She looked up at him. The door opened automatically for them. She was leading him now. He'd see the honeycomb booths with curtains for privacy along each wall, the dining tables on the main floor, and Evan at the counter taking orders, and handing out tea and pastries. "Evan! K-Special!" she called. The scrawny devaronian raised a hand to say that he heard.

When Param got Kai to the counter, she turned into him, arms snaking around his body again. "You've been working out," she said, enjoying the feel of the muscles under her touch. There was that heat again. It would be a minute before Evan came with the tea she'd ordered for Kai. If she were being honest Evan needed to hurry up. The back office and seeing the fruits of Kai's working out was a stronger tempation than taking over an entire spice mining organization from her missing master.

@Sreeya

 

[Z'Kair]

Kai looked around inside the shop, finding the honey-comb design actually kinda cute. It was all very Param in every way imaginable. He paused when she called out for the K-special. His brows rose as he looked at her. Kai didn’t want to assume, but he saw the look on her face. Heat rushed to his face, his tail swishing as he realized she actually named one of her products after him.

He looked through all the pastries and teas, marveling at it. Flexo made everyone eat healthy, so his mouth began to water at the sight of desserts. He was distracted when Param snuggled up against him, his ears swiveling as she noticed his muscles. He would never admit that he hoped she would notice, “Oh, yeah I guess,” Kai said nonchalantly, with a smirk, “Fred says hello, by the way,” He snickered.

He eyed Param for a moment, his own desires simmering just beneath the surface. Kai wasn’t sure what kind of arrangement they had, but he certainly enjoyed having her cozying up with him, “Sooo, you live here too or..?” He trailed off. This definitely wasn’t about asking where he could suggest they go next, nope.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

The excitement in his tail made her giggle. It was the way he looked at the pastries and the tea. The way he blushed at the tea that had been named after him. Param drew herself into him just a little bit tighter, her hands exploring what she could of his new found muscles from over his shirt. She perked up and drew away slightly to look up at him when he mentioned Fred. Her face lit up. "You should send me more pictures of him, you know. That meme of the guy looking at a tiny list is good, but I want to see Fred!"

Param kept her silver gaze, meeting his eye for a moment. The way he trailed off at the end of asking if she lived here... Yeah, she knew what he was asking. Not following his own advice of not doing long division in his head! "Hey Evan, keep the K-Special warm. I'm going to give our important guest a tour, real quick."

"Sure thing, Lady P," Evan said with a wave. Param wrapped herself around Kai's arm again, leading him toward the back. The first stop was of course the back office. Her office. The closest thing to a throne room she had.

"This is the seat of all my power," she said in a mock, deep Sithy voice, closing the door behind her and locking it. There were of course plants in the corners, but the room was a cozy little office with a desk and a computer with several holo-displays open. There were financial reports of the legit tea shop on one, and then reports of the spiked tea operation. Kai would see quite a few words he'd be interested in, like marcan, spice, and even a few underground groups he would recognize.

Param had plans for Kai though, and they were of a different kind of spice. "It's not long division, Kai," she said, pushing him into her office chair; despite his surprise he still looked pretty good as a crime boss. There'd be time to explore that later, though. No sooner had he sat in the chair than she was on her knees, opening the front of his trousers and tugging them down. Oh how she missed him, missed this. She had an endless amount of passion for Kai, and she had missed him so very much. He deserved to know.

@Sreeya

 

[Z'Kair]

Kai had a curious look on his face as Param dragged him into her office, not missing the way she locked the door. While normally a Sith doing this would have given him tremendous anxiety, he only had a smirk gracing his lips. Soon enough, he plopped down in her chair. Typically he would have noticed things like spice and other items on her screen, but his focus was solely on the woman in front of him.

The long division comment drew out a chuckle which faded away as she boldly got down on her knees. Kai couldn’t remember a time when eroticism and power were woven so perfectly together, but Param managed it. Within moments, he surrendered himself, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair as she did her thing. He didn’t let her stay there for long, tugging her up to sit on his lap right there in that chair.

At some point she was on her desk, the wall, and other creative places in the office. By the time they were done, he was on his back, lying next to her on the floor of her office. He wasn’t even sure how they ended up here, but he felt incredibly satisfied. He exhaled smoke rings as he puffed on his cigarra, his skin and some of his fur lined with sweat.

“Well if this was a ploy to get me to visit more often, you might just succeed,” He said with a grin as he took another long drag. He had his other arm wrapped around her, and he tugged her close against his chest.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

The first night she had spent in his arms, writhing around with him on his ship was passionate and needy. They could have cut the desire with a knife. This was on another level. It was the same passion, the same need, the same desire hanging in the air, but this time was much different. Kai was in complete control of her, and she loved every second of it. The shop would have probably been cleared out by Bob and Evan with the sounds had made. She didn't care.

She giggled, tracing his sweat covered muscles with her finger tips. Her head was nuzzled on his chest and she was pressed against him tightly. His body looked like a veteran soldier's, marked and scarred, not including the very obvious bites and scratches she'd left on him. Param pulled herself up as he quipped about visiting more often, tracing gentle kisses along the scars on his chest as if they would heal them, or make them disappear.

"It was the K-Special wasn't it?" she quipped back with a wide, warm smile. If her face lighting up wasn't an indication of her pure happiness, her trembling against him would. "I missed you." She laid her head back down on his chest, nuzzling a little tighter against him. Despite the cold of the floor starting to creep in, she never wanted to leave this position. Unless of course Kai was going for round two. Even being completely satisfied she wouldn't be saying no to that.

"Do you want to finish the tour?" she asked. She pushed herself up and got to her feet, fighting the feeling of cold from not being in his arms. Her hand extended down to him to help him up.

@Sreeya

 

[Z'Kair]

Kai chuckled at the mention of the K-special. He took a long drag of his cigarra as she told him she missed him. Truth was that he missed her too, but that felt too scary to admit. What the hell was this? He never entangled himself with things, and Param was ultimately still a Sith. His thoughts disappeared into his own head for a moment, his tail warmly wrapping around her. He said nothing aloud in response, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

“Damn right, I want the rest of the tour,” Kai said, flashing her a grin, “Maybe find a few more surfaces to break in,” He said before he rose to his feet. He stretched and flexed, his muscled and tattooed frame reflected on a nearby surface. He almost didn’t recognize himself, and he took a moment to tilt his jaw and check himself out.

Kai started putting his clothes back on when his gaze flicked to her screen, noting the mentions of some terms he knew were spice. He stared at it openly for a moment, “You getting into the spice business?” He asked curiously, raising a brow.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

She rolled her silver eyes with a smile at his mention of breaking in more surfaces. If only he knew all he had to do was point and say "that one" and she'd be on it in a moment. The idea of using every surface in the shop was not a bad one in her mind. Even so, she slid into her underwear, and back into her sweatpants and crop top. It was strange that she felt completely comfortable with Kai staring at her financial statements.

"I may have been a bit busy," she said, reopening the door to the door. She was right, cleared out entirely. Even Bob and Evan were gone. There was however a sticky note on the wall directly in front of the office that had "Congrats on the sex" written in crayon on it. Param rolled her eyes again. "C'mon, I'll show you."

She led him to the tea packing room. On one side, normal spices and leaves to make regular teas for the shop were lined up and organized. Small boxes of tea packed tea bags were stacked and ready to sell. On the other wall, it had all the same ingredients with a few more. Marcan and spice being the two big, recognizable ones. It had the same setup as the legit tea, but a slightly different formula. "My former master ran a spice mining operation on the planet. Most of the funds go to the Order, but he was skimming a lot of the top. He disappeared, so now it's mine."

Param looked to him to see how he was judging the situation. It had been a while since they'd seen each other last, and a lot had changed. "I've been lacing tea with marcan and spice. Selling it to select clients. Bob and Evan to most of the movement for it, so it's pretty slow, it's brings in enough that I can do most things I want." Param gasped and rushed out front real quick. She returned with the K-Special that had been made, handing it to Kai. "What do you think?" It was a pretty standard spice tea, but the spices had peppers as well to give it a really spicy flavor that could keep a someone warm in the middle of a blizzard.

@Sreeya

 

[Z'Kair]

Kai saw the sticky note and chuckled to himself, “Guess you weren’t exactly quiet,” He said with a grin as he followed her. Tea packing room? When she began to explain it all, his eye widened in surprise and hints of admiration. The concept was genius, but he was surprised she was running it. Kai paused as he looked at her, “Former? Did he die or did you graduate into a real Sith?” He blurted out. It took a moment to realize he wasn’t exactly being sensitive, but he didn’t apologize. He wasn’t exactly the soft, sentimental type. He couldn't help but wonder why she was still sticking around if she didn't have a master.

“I could help you move this into other parts of the galaxy,” Kai said as he looked over the product, “This would make a killing in Hutt space,” He said with a grin as he grabbed a container and took a sniff. He was familiar enough to smell the spice and know it was high quality. Pykes were known for their exceptional spice, “It’s smarter to cut a deal with Pykes instead of taking over from them,” He advised her, “They were kicked out of Kessel and the spice mines have suffered since.”

Kai was surprised this was even a topic of conversation with Param of all people. He turned to face her for a moment, “You’re sure this is the life you want?” He asked quietly as he grabbed the K-Special and took a sip. His eye widened and his tail wagged energetically, “Whoo! This has a bite,” He grinned as he took another drink, “Just like me, I guess.”

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

If she were with a fellow Sith, she would have put on a face of disgust and spat the name of her master for leaving. With Kai, it was different, like it was just a thing that happened. Rather, a thing that she wish she could emulate. Of course, her "graduation" as Kai put it was something she wanted to tell him about. She had a lot to tell him, and the spice operation was only one thing out of a bucket.

"Um, both sort of. I'm a full Sith now, but my former master isn't dead," she said. "He quite literally disappeared. I didn't know we could just walk away like that, but he seemed to find a way." She frowned a little at that, clearly showing that she had put thought behind doing something similar herself. She'd promised Kai she would leave, but she was smart enough to not trust in the hope born of anomalies.

The frown at least disappeared when Kai began talking about spice running, and the Pykes. They'd left her alone for the most part, after she secured Thel's deed for the mining operations. She was still working through all the details of what money went where. The underworld of syndicates and crime bosses was an amazing mess of alliances and enemies, where the only thing that mattered was credits. Param would take that over the Sith any day.

"This all just kind of fell into my lap. I haven't quite figured out where it's all going, and what to do with it all. " she said. The thought of giving it all away was tempting, but the Sith would come knocking if they ever found their payments missing; and she needed to build a power base. Her own words to her apprentice were that a Sith without a power base is still a slave. Having Kai running for her would be a huge boon to that, but she couldn't bring herself to put herself into a position of power of him. She never wanted to be like the others in his past.

"You can buy crates for how much it cost to make them. Sell price is up to you," she said, giving him a warm smile. "But you gotta come get it from me directly." She smiled as he took a sip of the K-Special. Param reached up, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck as she pressed her lips to his. She could taste the spice, even as she gave his bottom lip a tiny nibble. "I have to make sure the K-Special is updated to your latest bites," she said, smiling against his lips until she pulled away.

"What would you do if you had all this?" Param asked. Her silver gaze rose to meet his.

@Sreeya

 

[Z'Kair]

“Just…disappeared?” Kai repeated, quirking a brow skeptically. Sith didn’t just disappear. They usually met some nasty fate. Quite frankly he was thrilled to learn that this weirdo that had abused her in the past probably met some horrific end. Kai hoped it was a nice, slow and torturous death. He vaguely stared off at nothing while imagining the violence when Param spoke again. He looked back at her, surprised that she didn’t want him running the jobs for her. Kai always had some sort of arrangement with suppliers to distribute for them and take a cut. She was willing to just let him buy the crates and run his own operation?

“You know that’ll cut you out of profits, right?” He asked her, surprised that he even posed the question. Kai was a self serving man, and he normally leaped at anything that lined his pockets at the expense of others. He didn’t push it further, eager to buy several crates and start an operation in the Outer Rim. If it kicked off, he would find a way to give her an investment cut.

Kai grinned at her before they kissed again, his tail coiling around her hips. That nibble against his lip sent a surge through him and he briefly wondered if they could disappear into that office again. Shaking those thoughts aside, he sipped from the tea and looked around at everything, “Probably hire a bunch of people to do everything for me while I just kicked it,” He said with a smile.

“So, what else is there to do around here?” Kai asked as he looked back at her, “I think it’s your turn to show me a night out,” He said with a teasing grin. Both times of him taking her out had some disaster associated with it, so he hoped it would be different when it was flipped.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param watched him work out that her master had disappeared. He was on the same line of thinking she was: Sith Masters didn't just disappear- they didn't just walk away like that. Yet here she was, having found his ship with all the deeds and banking information. His blank stare told a thousand stories, and somehow, she just knew that most of them were of her former master meeting an untimely end.

She shook her head when he mentioned the profits. “I make enough from the legitimate tea as it is, now that I don’t have to pay back my old master. I just want to help you, and I like seeing you do your thing,” she said. The excuse to get to see him more often was just a cherry on top of the whole cake. She had learned a lot about her former master, and his secrets; it’s what reminded her daily that she had no idea just how long she was going to be the impromptu leader of this place.

“Can you believe that asshole cut my credit card off while we were on that yacht? I didn’t even find out until I got home,” she complained, rolling her eyes. She’d tried to buy some stir fry when she got back and her card was declined. It hadn’t been turned back on until she started making her own money. A smile spread across her lips as his tail wrapped around her. She touched her forehead to his chest.

“There isn’t much to do in the city just yet, unless you wanna beat up some gangs. I can show you my actual home. Then we can bar hop at the villages,” she suggested, pulling away for a moment. Her smile turned mischievous. “They have all sorts of bar games, and you happen to have a lucky charm to make sure you don’t miss.” To emphasize what she meant she levitated a spoon with the Force gently, and with the flick of her fingers tossed it into a container on the other end of the room perfectly, giggling as the metal spoon clunked against the inner liner of the container.

“Sound like fun to you? There's a speeder outside we can take.”

@Sreeya

 

[Z'Kair]

“Yeah.. that was shitty of him..” Kai mused with a snicker as she complained about having her credit card cut off. She certainly made a jump from being a slave to getting huffy about being cut off from funds that weren’t her own. He worried about every little credit he ever earned so couldn’t relate to having funds from somewhere else and simply being given assets to take over.

His faraway thoughts were set aside when she offered to take him by her home, “Is it the local botanical gardens?” He asked with a grin, “Param, bar hopping sounds miserable. I do nothing but that in my circles back on Shadda,” He explained. After all, it was all party all the time on that planet and most of his contacts wanted to meet at cantinas.

“Is there something we can do outside? I passed by some actual nature on the way here,” Kai said almost excitedly. His smuggling took him between Nar Shaddaa and Core worlds, all of which were strictly metropolitan areas instead of any fields, mountains or valleys.

He followed her towards the speeder either way, taking one last look back at the shop. It looked unassuming and friendly, and no one would ever guess a Sith owned it.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param's face lit up with a beaming smile when Kai said he wanted to see actual nature. She had no idea. Most of the time she saw him, he was in the city, or some grimy asteroid that happened to have some great dress shops and a killer roller skating rink. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a squeeze, remembering that skating rink. Barbie Girl was stuck in her head for a solid week after that.

"There's an idea, charging people to see my garden," she said, releasing Kai as she led him to the speeder. "When we get there," she started saying as she got the speeder engine turned on and ready to go, waiting for him to enter it before launching it full speed ahead through the city and out into the plains and forests. "If it's enclosed in glass, don't open it," she warned. Some of the plants in her garden could cause serious damage to people. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if Kai opened one of them and ended up in a repulsor chair for the rest of his life because she didn't give him fair warning.

The ride wasn't a long one. Eventually they came upon a three story pagoda, surrounded by a garden. Two droids programmed specifically to tend the garden roamed around watering plants and caring for them. On one side, there were flowers of every color and shape imaginable, on the other vegetables, herbs, and other types of plants. Interspersed among the plants were creepervines; her garden's silent guardians. On the far side there was a small plot of marcan with a wall next it covered in various paints and arts. Sith iconography mostly, but with hints of wrean and whatever muse Vossari had been feeling at the time.

Param put the speeder in park and hopped out. "Well, this is home," she said. She turned around, her expression was happy but clearly showing a hint of nervousness. What if he didn't like it? He was living in his ship for all she knew and she had a whole pagoda with a garden that seemed to grow by the day. "This is my garden." Her voice was a little quieter. How many people had been here, and it was only now that the one person she truly wanted to see it was here. "What do you think?"

If he were to look inside the padoda, he would find a pit of sand at the center with a stone planter in the center housing a cherry blossom tree. Swords of various types, but mostly of echani make, lined one of the walls, the kitchen on the opposite wall.

 

[Z'Kair]

Kai wasn’t even remotely surprised to find a huge garden full of flowers and vegetables in a place she called home. He was briefly reminded of his mother who loved to grow her own vegetables and cook Fiani meals she missed from home. For a moment, there was a faraway look on his face, but he said nothing about it.

“It’s very..you,” Kai said with a grin as she asked what he thought. He had mixed feelings about having a home in a static place. He had grown accustomed to always being on the move, but he did like the idea of having somewhere to come back to. And to have neighbors. Kai glanced around for either side of her place. His attention was briefly drawn to the creepervine, snickering, “Trying to keep out the mailman?” He quipped as he walked past them. Ever since Fred, he wasn’t as terrified of the plants.

Kai’s eye widened when he saw the blades, walking over to admire them, “Damn, these look sick,” He commented, resisting the urge to nab one. It took every fiber of his being not to steal and sell on the black market. His tail twitched slightly, but he looked instead towards the kitchen, “So you just live here by yourself? I thought Sith all lived in some academy as a group..like dorms.”

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Her silver gaze watched his face as he looked over the garden. She saw the distance in them, like his mind was taken else where. Param had always wondered what went on behind his eye, and that fanged smirk that always kept her hooked. Yet even as her mastery over the Force grew, Kai was always off limits to her. His mind was his own, and if he wanted to share what he was thinking with her, he would; she would never take it from him.

So when his mind came back to the garden, he would find her hand gently fitting into his, and her arms wrapped around his. Her smile's warmth hopefully reaching up to him. Param couldn't always be there for him, but she would be so long as he was there. She giggled at his comment about the mailman. Reaching out as they passed, she brushed a quick pet across one of the creepervine's head. It wiggled excitedly. "Mailman, creatures of the night, sometimes drunk Sith. The usual healthy meals for a plant."

Param held onto him as he walked over to the wall of swords. She saw the glint in his eye and the way his tail twitched. Lifting on her toes she placed a kiss on his cheek, walking over to the wall and lifting one of the swords off the hook. "They're styled after echani blades," she said gently holding the sword out for him to hold. "Part of our martial arts is to use blades, so they blades are always just as graceful as the martial art itself." Her silver gaze met his with a beaming smile. "It helps they can block lightsabers too, I guess."

Just then, a string of beeps and whirs came screaming down the stairs. A red and silver BD-unit rushed over, tiny legs a blur until it hopped defensively in front of Kai and Param. "Oh! Kai, this is Vee. Vee, meet Kai. He's..." she paused, cheeks filling with color as they burned. "Um... special." Vee focused its optical lens on Kai, doing its best to have an intimidating glare before relaxing with a string of beeps to say that the little droid had heard a lot about Kai, and that it was nice to finally meet the man.

"Guess that answers your question, huh?" she said sheepishly. "Aside from Vee and the plants, sometimes people come around but it's mostly just me." Param giggled and shook her head. "Academies are boring, and dark. I like it out here."

@Sreeya