Ask Making Inroads

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had delved into his thoughts for a bit. Flashes of his master and their relationship kept propping up. Her death and his intense feeling of betrayal. The subsequent rise to champion from killing his master. All of it came flooding back momentarily. His playing with force leading to his family's death was the last that came through before he locked them away again.
The acolytes statement and following question gave him insight just to how little she understood the Sith and their ways. Perhaps it was a desire to not fall to the same degree as other Sith. He couldn't tell and he didn't want to probe. "There's a bounty for Sith champions. Maybe your innocent look makes people believe your a misguided jedi or something. For why I might be attacked that's simple. I'm a Sith champion more than that I've had run ins with the Jedi and indirectly caused a civil war. Although the civil war is better attributed to the Mandalorian mercenary that had been involved." After that he would begin meditating she would feel his presence in the for grow even though it looked like he was sleeping.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

A bounty on the Sith, huh? That was concerning, but given how she normally only wore robes and traditional Sith wear around Master Thel, she felt that she could blend in alright. Even now, she had no lightsaber or weapon on her. She'd learned to deflect blaster bolts with her hands, and even managed to punch a gamorrean's guts out of his back one time. She was most certainly not as delicate as she looked.

The comment about the civil war piqued her interest, but Trael started to meditate. Maybe that's why they were all so broody all the time; always sitting around in their own heads. His Force signature grew, but Param didn't pay it much attention. Her attention once again went out to to the space beyond. They'd entered hyperspace, and the lights saturated the inside of the cockpit with blue hues. It was the only part of space she liked.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

The trip hyperspace was short almost like a skip. When Trael opened his eyes and turned to regard her his eyes were a yellowish-orange tint. They slowly faded back to the blue hue they normally were. "The planet of Zygerria, our newest adventure. We need to be careful here if we get in trouble we'll be thrown into an arena and forced to fight. If anything like that does happen I want you to run away and take my ship to get help breaking me out." Taking control of the ship and maneuvering it into the planets atmosphere. Heading to a spaceport.

Upon landing he would walk out of the cockpit while taking off his jacket. Though he was the same size as her master he definitely was in better shape. Walking over to his equipment locker he would pull out two knife holsters strapping the along his body. He would then put his jacket back on tucking his lightsaber into an inside pocket. "Do you want some kind of weapon? I noticed you didn't have one." He called out while rummaging through the locker.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param looked over in time to see the yellowish-orange in his eyes fade. Is that what happened when she used the Force? Is that why... She shook the thoughts away, and turned her gaze back out the cockpit window as they descended to the planet. There would be plenty of time to think about those things later. She nodded as he gave her emergency plan to follow. It was a good thing he wasn't still trying to pass off as a Naboo noble here for her hand in marriage; bringing your betrothed to a dangerous planet wasn't a good start.

She followed him, choosing to wait at the ramp instead. When he called, she stretched her arms above her head and wiggled from side to side to try to stretch out her back. "Won't need one, I have you to protect me," she said, dropping her hands to her hips. Her eyes worked over his arms and physique while he wasn't looking, but returned to the ramp after a quick look. Param sighed quietly. Why is it every guy she meets is charming and hot? Shaking the thoughts away, Param glanced over at him, now with his jacket back on. "So what are we doing?" she asked. "And how are we doing it?"

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

As he was coming down the ramp He would look to her, "Well then I guess you better stay close if that's the case." Stopping and looking around seeming to catch his bearings. Proceeding to stretch himself before starting off. "There's a slave auction for lots selling people anywhere from dozens to hundreds the person we're here for is one of the buyers. Once we get to him he needs to sign a contract transferring all the stake he has in the Subterrel Gem Mining Corp. After that he will disappear. I would like to do it quietly though I'm not opposed to slaughtering slavers if the need arises."

After that he would lead her through the streets. Making way for the auction site his demeanor seemed to change. Eventually they would come to a door with two guards. "Ya buying or selling?" The first man asked. "I wouldn't mind a round with her if your willing to sell." The second said with a grin showing his bad intentions. Before Param could respond both men were in the air gasping for breath. "I'm here as a customer and if either of you look at her with those intentions again I will personally rip your little members off and feed them to you." Both men dropping coughing as they do. "Now may we enter?" Both men rushing to open the door to let them in Trael turning to Param doing the same hand motion as he did to let her on the ship. "After you."

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

The word slave echoed through her mind, and she found herself battling to keep a rage in the pit of her stomach. The bubbly, good natured girl was gone in an instant, replaced by a quiet, calm outward demeanor with an absolute death stare. "There's always a need," she said quietly. Her tone was flat, carrying only one emotion: rage. Oh she wouldn't need any weapons for sure now; she wouldn't want a lightsaber taking the joy of feeling the light of their lives being snuffed out by her bare hands.

Param kept quiet as Trael defended her, her silver eyes focused on the guards. After he was done, a smile spread across her lips as she turned to him, putting a gentle hand on his arm. Her face said all was okay, but her eyes had a fire in them. She strut over to the second guard, pressing her body up against him. Gently, she traced a finger down his cheek while she whispered in his ear so no one else could hear.

"You want to kill your partner once these doors close, and then you're going to kill yourself." The Force was an amazing thing, allowing her to reach out and place a node of thought in the guard's mind, as if it had always been there. The second guard whispered back this idea, and Param stepped back to Trael, satisfied.

She entered the auction house, not sure of what she would find inside, rage boiling in her core. When the doors closed behind them, the sound of a vibro-blade being taken out and muffled grunts would be heard. Two down.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

After he had released the guards he felt Param's hand rest on his arm. She was smiling but he could see her eyes were telling a different tale. There goes being quiet. He would think to himself realizing he may have another problem to worry about. Trael simply watched as she got down and whispered to the guard. As the walked down the corridor it slightly opened up. Eventually they came to the merchandise area Trael looked at the slaves. He waved his hand using the force to destroy the gears in the lock making it defunct. A clunk noise would follow he would usher Param ahead whispering in her ear, "Don't worry about them trust me." Leading her into the club.

On the stage a man would be talking about the current lot of slaves. It was a large man his voice an annoying nasal pitch. "This next lot is a group of 12 wookie refugees taken during the hapan invasion of the planet. They would do wonderfully for any form of manual labor. Bidding will start at 36,000 credits for the lot." As the bids came in Trael leaned over whispering to Param. "Before we kill anyone we need to wait for a lot of Lasats. That is what the target is here for I don't see him yet so he may be waiting for the lot." Grabbing her hand he would stare at her. "Just quell your anger till I see him than you can kill them all." Returning his attention to the auction the first lot had sold for double its initial bid for 72,000 credits.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

It was a good thing Trael had whispered in her ear. Param had felt the Force flowing into her hands, and she had every intention of shattering each and every cage into the center of the aisle. The clunking of the locks reassured her that Trael wasn't about to leave these poor, wretched creatures to their fate as slaves. It was a very good thing indeed Trael was not into the slave trade himself. He would certainly see why soon.

The club was exactly what she thought it would be. A large area with a stage and an auctioneer playing deity with other people's lives. How would she kill him? And the bidders? Can't forget about the bidders. Every person in this room that wasn't in chains ran through Param's mind. Each one dying in horrific, and brutal ways. It wasn't until Trael's large hand took a hold of hers that she broke out of the trance like state. She squeezed his hand, trying to funnel her rage into that to keep herself calm.

They sat in a booth in the back. Better vantage point that way. While Trael was on the look out for his prize slaver, Param was counting the corpses that didn't know they were dead yet. She was up to twenty.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael could sense the ticking timebomb beside him. Her bloodlust growing every second that passed a few other lots had passed by now. One was Twi'lek 'prostitute' slaves another was Togruta dancing girls. The most recent was a group of Khaleesh they had the toughest bidding war. Selling for almost five times the initial bidding amount. Then the Lasats came out and a couple new bidders walked in. Trael turned his attention to one man in particular as soon as he came in.

Param would notice Trael tense up his force signature getting more prominent. Trael starred at his target trying to figure a way to get to them quick enough for his help to not murder the man. Finally he resigned to the bloodbath approach. "Alright you can let loose just leave that man to me I'll focus him but will come to help you if needed. Now I'm going to need you to put up a barrier quickly." After this he would stand up flinging both hands outward instead of a directed force push he directed it to the area around them. Anyone within 15 feet of them was pushed away some crying out in pain from various twist and bruises gained. Following this Trael would almost seem to disappear to her eyes looking like a blur. Appearing in front of the man pushing him against the wall and using the force to pin him with chairs and other nearby objects before turning to see the carnage she had caused.

Outside there would be a ruckus as the slaves in the cells earlier had finally realized the locks were broken. The entire area in the city was in chaos the two sith would both be able to sense the feelings of fear as the slaves fought against their previous owners. The city would soon be in lockdown they didn't have long to finish the task at hand.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param tilted her head as Trael. A Force barrier? Why? Then she understood. He wasn't even going to let her lock the front doors? Uhg. Men. Param raised a hand, created a Force barrier just in time for Trael to create a wave in the Force. Everyone but Param would fly backwards. Param however, would drop her barrier, and get to the work she so desperately needed to feel good again.

The sense of fear and chaos didn't serve as a hindrance to Param, it served as a propellant. Like a blur herself, Param sprang into action, every movement fueled by rage. One. Two. Three. Four. The count rose, the blood spilled, and the screams only grew worse. One by one, Param appeared in front of a slaver, and stamped them out with her band hands. Some would see a grin of malice, others a look of apathy.

By the time she was done, the floor was littered with slaver dead, the slaves had been set free, and Param stood on the stage with the auctioneer's head in her hands. It was still attached to his body of course, and he was screaming as she pushed her thumbs into his eyes. It was enough. He was suffering but it wasn't enough. The Force funnelled through her arms and hands into the man's head. His scream worsened, the pain he was feeling jumping exponentially. Then his head simply exploded in grey matter and gore.

Param joined Trael a moment later. A look of detachment on her face. It was time to end this and go home.[abox3]

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

By the time he turned around the crowd was dead and the slaves were running off. His companion had the auctioneer's head in her hands. Trael simply watched as she slowly crushed the mans skull. Trael could see the look on her face one he's had once or twice before. Looking over Param she was covered in blood. Trael walked over to a sink turning it on using the forces he guided the water around her. After he was finished it was all red but she was clean a flick of his wrist sent the bloody water into the floor with the rest of it.

Turning to his target the piece of furniture covering his right arm came off. Trael starred the man down. "I'll give you one opportunity to save your life. If you decline you will be given over to my associate to take her time on you. I want you to sign over your part of Subterrel Gem Mining Corp to me. If you do so I'll let you walk freely and before you ask she won't kill you. What do you say?" A contract would be pulled out of Trael's jacket. "All you need to do is sign here." The man was visibly shaken. "So if I sign this you won't let that demon harm me right? I need that to be a guarantee or I'll take my chances." If Param could see Traels eyes they flickered yellow when he called her a demon. "I can assure you she won't kill you and I'll release you from the wall." The man eagerly signed the paper. "Here take it all just let me go!" Trael took the papers and looked them over once he was satisfied with it he put them in his jacket. A wave of his hand freed the man. He went running for the door stopping before he could open it. Traels eyes were a fiery red. "If you think she's a demon than I can assure you I'm the devil. You forgot to ask if I would let you live and the answer is no." Trael would close his hand like if he was making a ball and the man began to crush into himself till he was nothing but a ball of flesh.

He would look back to Param, "You ready to leave this hellhole or do you want to do something."

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param watched the exchange between Trael and his target. The moment the target began to run, the death glare she had been holding for so long at that point faded into a deadpan of exhaustion. She'd had enough of this place to last her her entire life. Trael had cleaned her of blood, but she felt like she needed a bath, and about forty-eight hours of sleep. Her silver eyes slowly turned to Trael.

"Take me home," she said quietly. The malice was gone in her voice, the boiling rage dissipated. She was now just exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael could see the exhaustion in her face. "Well if you want you can climb up on my back so you don't have to walk. I promise I won't bite plus if we need to run it would be easier for me to do so." Bending down so that if she wants to climb on she can. Trael would the stand up weather she climbed on or not and make his way out. The hallway outside of the club looked almost as much like a slaughter house as the inside. Slaves and guards were scattered everywhere dead or dying. Trael using his lightsaber to give the dying quick death.

Once they were out to the streets it was utter chaos like a small war had been going on. Trael made his way to the ship making sure to keep Param close to him. Making their way through the streets towards the spaceport even more people were laying on the floor. While occasionally a person would fall of a roof from being shot. Eventually they made it to the ship relatively unscathed since neither had the look of a slave. If Trael was carrying the girl he would put her into his bed on the ship to catch a nap on the way back to Troiken. If not he would simply suggest it as an option. Taking a seat in the pilot seat he would take the ship out to the great void of space before spooling up the hyperdrive and launching their way back to Troiken.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param pat Trael's back, shaking her head. She could still function as needed, and even the gentle pats she gave him she felt disgusted by. No she just needed a bath, a cocktail, and time with plants is all. She waited by the door for him as he went around handing out mercy killings like candy. When he was done, she followed him into the streets.

The chaos in the streets would have looked unnecessary to most, but to Param, it was beautiful. Slaves rising up against their masters, just as she had done. She kept the pace with Trael, but her silver eyes tiredly wandered. A satisfied smile spread across her lips as she made it back to the ship, and then to the co-pilot's seat where she plopped down and tried to make herself comfortable. Every blink got harder to reopen her eyes, until finally they didn't and she fell into a slumber.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael simply stayed quiet starring into the void as the ship went through hyperspace. He looked over at Param who was asleep. Maybe I should've left her she seems to have a history with slavers. He would think to himself before returning to looking out the window. The images of her going through the slavers and buyers played through his head. She was full of rage and desperation was that it or necessity. He couldn't pinpoint the second emotion she was putting off. The ship came out of hyperdrive and Trael made sure to have a soft landing.

He reached out to wake her up but stopped an idea crossing his mind. Getting up and quietly leaving the ship he looked for her Xextos friend. Before long he found him near the hangar. "Hey I would like to know what is something Param likes to eat plus a place I could get the necessities to make tea." The man would look startled but then would narrow his eyes. "Why do you need those for her? Did you do something to make her mad? Why would I tell you anyway?" A sigh would be the response only questions of course. "She over exerted herself on our trip and I also haven't given her anything as payment so I thought to feed her and attempt to make her tea. Is that such a wrong thing to do?" The Xextos huffed, "Fine follow me but your buying me some food as well. As much as I order deal?" Trael pulled out a credit chip and handed it to the man. "This chip has 10,000 credits on it you help me get what I need to please Param and you can keep the rest." The Xextos lit up as he took the chip almost skipping towards the destination now.

A few minutes later they were at a shopping area with various restaurants and stores. The Xextos pointed to the store front. "Tell the lady behind the counter Therrin sent you she'll be mighty helpful. Thats your tea store I'll go and get the food we will meet back here when done." With that Therrin walked off towards the restaurants. Trael went into the store and was amazed at the amount of tea dishes and various plants and spices that are meant to make tea. Walking up to the counter he was greeted by an elderly Xextos "Oooo aren't you a looker and a tall one at that how may I help you sweetie?" Trael was still looking at all the stuff before realizing she had spoke to him. "Oh, I'm sorry it's just that I've never seen a tea store such as this. Therrin said you were the one to go to for help in making a tea. I would like one that has a little bit of spice but would be good for someone either just waking up or just getting done with a long days work." The woman listened intently putting on a pair of spectacles and perusing a book behind the desk. "Ah ha I think I have the perfect recipe." She began going around the recipes. Grabbing a ground sweet pepper some lavender, lemongrass and finally a fresh orange. She put it all in a bag along with a recipe to follow. Trael paid the lady and some extra before heading off.

Meeting back up with Therrin the Xextos had two bags of food. He handed him one a smile across his face. "Here you take this to the little lady the one with a P on it is for her I'm going to take this to my family. Thank you for the dinner." He waved off the Sith with a smile. Trael couldn't help but do the same. Getting back to the ship praying that Param hadn't woke up yet he tiptoed into the kitchen area. Setting the food down as he got to work on the tea recipe. The lady gave him enough for two pots, good that means he could mess up and still be able to make it hopefully. Luckily for him the recipe was easy ad straight forward to follow it wasn't long before the scent of tea filled the ship.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

Param awoke some time later, the smell of tea and the cheap mall version of spicy stir fry in the air. Her body practically followed her nose out of the cockpit and toward the kitchen. She stretched as she entered the kitchen, a yawn wracking her body. "Did you make tea?" she asked. Any showing of her previous, demoness self was gone. She was back to the bubbly, yet now hungry, Param he had seen on Troiken.

She poured herself a cup of tea, and took a bite of the stir fry. "Therrin gave this to you didn't he?" she asked, mouth full of noodles. They were good, of course, but Therrin liked to order her stir fry from jungle planets instead of desert planets. It was an inside joke they had going since she came back from her first trip to Nar Shaddaa. She gave Trael a soft smile. "Thanks."

There was no way he could have known her past. She didn't share it with anyone but Kodi and Master Thel briefly. She wasn't about to sleep with him, not after all that, but she recognized that he had tried. Slurping up her spicy noodles, and drinking her tea, she felt rejuvenated, even if it only meant going home and tending the garden.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael let her eat, her demeanor had gone back to its original bubbly self. He didn't mind the demoness form tbh except for the total disassociation. A fact he would never admit. "Well he helped me pick it out since I didn't know your preferences. Don't mention it, good to see you back to being a ray of sunshine." He was rummaging through a safe it was obvious he was intent on finding something. Eventually Param would feel something lightly touching her neck. Trael would look as if he's intensely focusing in the force doing something to her. When she looked down she would see a necklace. Trael would let out a sigh after getting it to finally hook. "I would've simply gave you credits but I'd assume your master gives you plenty of those. So I decided to give you something from my past that it was time to part with."

After she would finish her food and drink she would find him outside the ship. A speeder waiting and him running through his basic lightsaber movements with his blade. She would see Therrin and another Xextos making fun of him for doing it. Although she could sense it was more of a friendly banter than actual arguing between the group. Once she left the ship Trael would simply hold out his hand to help her into the speeder. "Well my fiancé we have one last thing to do till we part ways. Get you back to that lovely garden of yours."


@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

She decided to keep the fact that it wasn't her favorite food choice to herself as she ate. The comment about being a ray of sunshine wasn't even something she wanted to address, until he put the necklace on her. Looking down, she picked it up so she could see. It was beautiful. With a concerned look she turned to Trael.

"Wh-" He explained his reasoning. It didn't make much sense to her, but she couldn't not accept it right? "What part your past is this from?"

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had not expected her to ask about the necklace. Although it seemed he was struggling because of the intricacy of what he was doing it was the act of giving it away that caused the issues. His mind was racing slight shock was evident over his face. Though it did slowly morph into sorrow.

"It was my mothers." Trael was looking at the floor picking at his fingers while speaking. "It's all I have left of her except my memories." The large man was holding back tears.

@TheDudeMike

 

[Param Vour]

"Wh- why?" Param asked, eyes going from the necklace to him and back frantically. Concern was written on the entirety of her face. She took the necklace off, sliding out of the chair. Grabbing his massive wrist she placed the necklace in his hand and close his hand around it with hers, hands lingering only a moment before she stepped back. "I can't accept that. That's something you should hold onto and keep." She turned and sat back down, in the chair, taking a long sip of her tea. It was her favorite from the shops, when she wasn't making her own blend.

"How about we just say you owe me one," she said, turning her silver gaze toward him. "When I need you're help I'll give you a call. I'll probably be needing it sooner or later."

@Javier esschoolbus