(Master) A Pureblood at home, what could go wrong?

[Darth Tak]

Do you know what Tak liked about Korriz? It was a home. A place to live. A place to everything.
It was a big house. A Mansion. The droids cleaned it all up when it got dirt, but that wasn't much of a problem. A place to live... Not just a House... a Home.

And there Tak was. Sitting. Waiting. Wanting. Planning. He planned what to say to the ones who killed his family. 'Hello, I am Tak Denekyn, you killed my parents, prepare to die!'? (Massive reference right there) Nah, too cheesy...

He was on Korriz on his futuristic porch as peaceful thoughts changed to hateful (yet calculating) in a matter of seconds. He owned a few small businesses there on Korriz, but nothing much. Wgat he wanted was complete financial control of the planet. He would probably never get it.

 

[The Master]

Telrys was alone in her troubles. She sat down in some alleyway, shivering as she tried to gather the tattered cloak she had closer around her body, anything to keep her from dying of whatever she'd caught on this bloody planet. The zabrak looked up from the ground at the wall she had been staring at for hours. It was filthy, along with this alleyway. She sighed shakily, her clenching her hands, just to make sure that she could still use them. Luckily, she could. She looked towards the street that led into the alleyway, it rather busy. Should... should she? This was one thing she had been struggling with for some time. Should she risk exposing herself? It would be better than dying in this place.

Getting up, she kept the tattered cloak close to her body, her coughing, clearly sick. It wasn't what it used to be in the beginning... at first, it was a Jedi's cloak... one of the few things she had that held any sort of meaning. She walked out of the alley, though the word stumbled out would fit her better. Her lightsabers were in her pack, she dare not expose them here.

What to do... where to go... The zabrak looked around, trying to find any place where she could go for some medical treatment... for medicine. She saw one place, but it was clearly too good for her... or is it her species? She didn't know, nor could she really tell; the sith were all about racial superiority, and she had no control over that, though she wished she could strangle the Emperor right now for making such a ludicrous sort of policy. Sighing, she began to walk along, merging into the crowd, trying to find somewhere to go... somewhere to stay, at least for a little while.

 

[Darth Tak]

The mansion was big. Real big. It had luxuries that made every sense love it... It was home. Then was a small tingling. He felt a disturbance in the force. It was closish. He needed to investigate... To get to the Mansion from the street, you would have to go in a normal building and open the secret entrance. He was high above the streets, and could jump on to the rooftops of the normal homes to get to the force-sensitive. That's what he did. He sneakt up her area, and looked down on her from the rooftops.

Let's see.... A tattered robe.... looks Jedi. He smells sick. He looks sick. Oop it's a 'she'... Probably a Jedi that fled. Let's get more info.

And when he thought that he started to parkour down the building, jumping of pipes, windows and any imperfections in the wall until he was next to her. It attracted a small audience. "Who are you?".

 

[The Master]

Telrys stopped in her tracks as she sensed something, an anomaly in the force coming right for her. Spinning around, her tattered cloak falling off of her, she glared at the Sith Pureblood, a faint frown on her face. "Who are you to ask such a thing?" she asked him, trying to sound as vile and aggressive as possible. Wait, that is what Sith are like, right? She didn't know, and didn't care to know. She crossed her arms, nothing hinting to her being a Jedi, or even a Sith seen. Her cloak was brown, and of course looked a bit like a Jedi's cloak, but it could also be some cheap piece of crap she bought, or more likely stole from a store.

The zabrak herself didn't look well; she was pale, more pale than usual, a sickly sort of pale. Her cheeks were flushed, the whites of her eyes slightly red, due to allergies or some other disease. She sniffled quietly, trying in vain to not look ill. She wasn't prepared for this, and she really, really didn't want to get into a fight... she wasn't sure that she would stand a chance against anyone right now. Her light blue orbs looked the Sith up and down. He was muscular... and attractive. To her standards, at least. She couldn't help but blush, gulping nervously. He could probably sense her fear, her wanting to get out of here as soon as possible.

 

[Darth Tak]

Tak sensed the fear. It was sweet. "I have every right, who are you?". He sounded much more angry this time around. He looked to her face. Definitely sick. Zabrac. Seems Jedi... Definitely Jedi. Tak was curious, but he was getting annoyed by her already...

 

[The Master]

Telrys didn't answer him, her taking a step back away from the Pureblood. She gulped, nervous. She didn't want to deal with this, and it would be better for her, and for him if they left each other alone. But that wouldn't happen, now would it? She thought about drawing her lightsabers, going down in a fight... or perhaps she could get captured, see if they could at least treat her. After a time, she answered him, one hand going on her bag, as if to remind her it was right there, the other at her side. "Telrys." she answered, gulping nervously. "And who are you? Other than a Sith." she asked him, her arms crossed.

She clearly had some knowledge, or experience with the ranking of the Sith. She didn't have the feeling that she was a Jedi... more neutral if anything. Of course, he could sense the two force crystals within her lightsabers in her bag, but as for her... he could sense an equal amount of Light and Dark, chaotically fighting against one another for dominance. Perhaps the chaos was something that caused her to get sick? To get ill easier than she usually would be? However, those would be answered, in time of course. She gave his lightsaber a nervous glance, not wanting to have anything happen right now.

 

[Darth Tak]

He looked at her a few seconds blankly. "I am Tak Denekyn, Last member of the Denekynian tribe and Sith Acolyte, but I don't know if you're worthy to have heard those words. Now... Who are you with? Why are you here? When did you get sick?". It may be a barrage of questions, but they should be easy enough to answer. To counter-act her when she stepped back, Tak stepped forward an exact equal distance.
He (nicely) grinned.

 

[The Master]

"So, what you're saying is that you're a part of a tribe that doesn't have any other members beside you?" she asked, her tilting her head to the side slightly. He continued to ask her questions. Who she was with? She was with no one, no one at all. She was, without a doubt, alone. She didn't have a family, a house, friends.. she had no one. "I am with no one, if you'd like to know." she said, her arms crossed. She was being defensive, that was true, but it was the truth, not that she expected a sith to accept it as such... the whole lot of them were xenophobic and paranoid. "And I got sick a week ago, if you'd like to know." she said, her tempted to draw her lightsabers and put an end to this entire discussion.

She gulped as he took a step forward, her not daring to move. And then there was his grin... oh the devilish bastard was trying to get her to be weak, to show that she was what he thought she... wait... what did he think she was? A Jedi? She almost laughed at the thought. She wasn't a jedi and never was; she was forced into joining that order, and left the first chance she got. She only hoped he could see that.

 

[Darth Tak]

"It is not a tribe anymore, technically... all the others where murdered.". He got angrier just thinking about it. "Where did you get that Jedi robe?". If she was not with the Jedi and had proof, it would be his duty to bring her in and get her to a shower. She stinked. She REALLY] stinked. Then he would bring her in to the Sith, where she would be taught in the ways of the Sith. If she's a Jedi... then he would need to corrupt her, and then bring her in. If she won't be corruptible he would simple get his lightsaber to her heart.
"What are the symptoms? he asked out of genuine curiosity.
He grinned again, being sure to do it nicely. "I don't mean any harm..."...yet.

 

[The Master]

Telrys' eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he asked that question. She glared at him, then to the growing crowd. "If you want anymore answers outta me, ya gotta bring me to someplace private... that's not in a cell. And you've got to give me something to eat, drink, and some new clothing. Also, a bath." she demanded, her arms crossed. She really wasn't going to say anything to him until he gave her what he wanted, and she saw no reason to tell him anything afterwards, but at least it would better his chances of getting information.

 

[Darth Tak]

"All that will be organized. Come with me" he said as he forcefully grabbed her arm (unless she dodges, not likely) while saying "Don't dare run." while he walked (with her) to his mansion (or he will when he got her arm). He would get her all washed up. He would get her some hygiene, she needed it, then he would get his answers, and if she runs... well let's say his lightsaber might meet her heart. And, of course, he did his signature little grin, making sure he looked comforting yet knowing. He was quite persuasive.

((Goddamnit I don't know what to add...))



((Look through these for what the mansion looks like.))

 

[The Master]

Telrys didn't resist him as he grabbed her arm, dragging her off towards the mansion. He threatened her, that tone of voice told it all. If she resisted, she would die, if she didn't resist, she would be captured and most likely tortured... oh well. "Don't dare threaten me. The last one who did ended up with a blade through his heart." she threatened him, smiling as she was guided away into the mansion. The place was big... and felt sad, lonely... void of all things living. She frowned somewhat and looked to him. He was all alone in the Galaxy... he had no one. She suddenly felt that it would be a good idea to at least befriend him in some way, so that he wasn't... wasn't alone. Once they got inside of the mansion, she looked around. He was clearly rich... though that could be expected of a Sith Pureblood, right?

 

[Darth Tak]

She threatened him, an as she said the words, Tak laughed hysterically. While they went into the vibrantly white mansion, Oura (read Tak's profile for info on her) was ready to greet them. "Hello, Tak darling. Who is this?""A force-sensitive. The rest is to to be found out". Djinjer and Sofi The Tusk Cat pets of Tak and Oura came out of hiding when they found the Zabrac wasn't of harm.

((You type fast))

 

[The Master]

The zabrak raised an eyebrow as she saw the twi'lek. A slave perhaps? No, too familiar with him... too... caring. She almost burst out into laughter when she figured out what was going on. A Sith mating with a twi'lek... amusing. She smiled evilly at the twi'lek, the blue skinned (presumably) twi'lek looking a bit unsettled at this display. She then looked to the pets. Two tusk cats. She frowned, not very fond memories of that breed coming to her mind. Oh, how she loathed those creatures. She would rather skin them alive then keep them as... as pets. She looked to the Sith once more, her arms crossed. "So, where's the place where I'll be staying, that is, until you betray me, and send me over to the Sith for A) indoctrination or B) execution." she asked him, sounding a bit hostile.

 

[Darth Tak]

((Red Twi'lek, no Sith tattoo's... yet. Smexy.))

"It is not betrayal. It is the inevitable. You have been lucky enough to be on my good side, don't change that... for you're own wellbeing. The guest bathroom is on the third floor, second left. You can then take a shower. Then you can borrow some of Oura's old clothes and finally answer some questions..."
He pointed to a spiral staircase.