Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was about to tease Trael by asking what he meant, but the man seemed to make a huge effort to distract himself with Caer. He blinked at Trael as he quickly looked away while handing him the hot pink jacket without another word. Azar remained standing as Trael hastily engaged Caer in conversation instead, turning to regard Trodai when he offered something different.

“Well… the pink does clash with my skin,” Azar said with a laugh, accepting the jacket from Trodai, but keeping the hot pink one in his hand in case he really started to shiver. Trodai’s clothing was comically large on him, but he rolled up the sleeves and made it work. Azar sat next to the other Pureblood, “I don’t think I’ve tried ranch,” He mused, looking down as their burgers arrived.

Azar didn’t have his custom utensils with him, but he refused to eat like a savage. He grabbed a fork and knife, slowly and gingerly cutting the patty and neatly taking bites. He glanced over at Trodai, “Can I have one of your fries?” He asked with a sweet smile, “Perhaps Caer will provide some of the salt for it,” Azar added, flashing the Annfyn a wink. As savage and perceptive as ever, Azar didn’t miss how the man was outright shooed away from his advances on the tiefling from before.

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[Karys]

Karys' found his attention firmly grasped by Anai as she explained what had gone wrong with Altair. He'd been powerful and had conviction but he was a good man and good men don't make good Sith. Karys sat in silence for a moment as he stewed what Anai had said. There had been a small smile on his lips until his mind brought forth a series of memories. Every time Azar had told him that his relationships made him a liability. How he'd protected Alice on Zygerria when it might have been more beneficial to leave her behind. How he'd taken Param's glares from Cotellier onwards. How he'd left the holocron on Malachor instead of claiming it.

Why had he done all of those things? None of them benefitted him.

Karys' eyes widened slightly in realization. His golden irises turned back to Anai, she was staring at him with her arms across her chest. Did she know? His eyes broke the contact first as his mind swam through countless questions. Was he walking down the same path as Altair? Was he destined to fall to weakness? Could he even turn back? His gaze returned to Anai as Caer left them to find Ayomi, his jaw tensed before he spoke.

"Later on, I think I need your help." He told her in a hushed voice. "I can't afford to be a good man." He quickly explained.

Around the same time he finished addressing Anai, the Twi'lek woman came back over from her fight with the human woman, apparently she'd been the victor. Karys motioned for her to join both him and Anai, unwilling and too nervous to continue with his request around so many peering eyes and listening ears. "You sure taught her a lesson didn't you?" He smirked. "I am Karys." He introduced. "Take a seat, Anai was just about to tell me about Darth Raze and Darth Tempest, weren't you?" He asked, returning his attention to the Kaleesh woman.

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai was quick to hand the over coat to Azar, he had to laugh at the size of it over him. And yet he found that it suited him, like the Prince he was now he looked like one. A true God. Dressed like perhaps even Adas himself back in his day, but not quite so stuck in his ways or moody. And he knew most of all. He had met his spirit. He considered it, Adas would turn in his grave at what he would consider a apparent weakness. What Trodai was and had been doing.

But at the moment he simply didn't care any more.

He was resigned to his fate, and besides now without Trael being a nuisance and interrupting he had Azar to himself. Good. At least I don't have to beat him into paste he thought. Again with the jealousy. Although now that he was somewhat confronting it, his fears, learning who he was, what he was. His feelings and emotions intensified as Azar sat there looking at him. Again gazing into his eyes, fire matched with fire.

One a younger flame, hot blooded and young. The other older, more mature and wiser, a hot a smouldering inferno that burnt a hole into those he touched. Changing them perhaps forever. He knew he certainly had been touched. Azar was something.

His soul felt heavy. Weighed down by his thoughts and feelings, unsure and in new territory. Yet, he found himself enjoying it. And this for a moment shook him. All his sensitivities on display, fear of the unknown and unknowable. What future was waiting for him at the end of the night and over the new horizon. Perhaps Azar and Karys could show him, teach him how not to be afraid of it.

To face that Fear head on. To be the Sith he knew he could be, and who he was. A Sith to make enemies tremble and yet share such Passion. One way or another. Tonight or another, he was determined to find out what he was. Who he was. For was he not a warrior? Unrelenting and unafraid. He was an eye of the storm, a force of nature.

And so despite his misgivings, despite his worries and fears. He spoke, calmer his time. Even as his heart raced and his head thumped. Offering the fries, even at one point picking with his own hand and offering Azar the choice. Take it or not.

A test more for himself. To see how he might react, to see if what he felt and thought about himself were true. A deadly test, one that would perhaps tip his balance. It was a risk, but was he not a Sith if not to take such a risk. To gamble with fate and the Force.

"Certainly. I won't eat them all myself anyways, I favour meat more." he realised what he said, and his insides twisted.

Right then as he accidentally flirted and teased, a thought occurred. Was this the Force? Was the Dark telling him to accept the temptation. Maybe. If so why shouldn't he accept it? Carry on and see where his path lay? Would it not be in his interest to unlock that particular chain. For was what he was feeling not another chain that should be broken. In he end, he could hardly ignore it. And for the first time tonight he saw some clarity beneath the haze. He could not ignore his own revelation.

And so determined to fight and see this challenge through. He spoke, despite the pumping of his blood, the beating of his heart like a ravenous beast and the thoughts that spoke as if a ancient spirit or angel and demon upon his shoulders. Each trying to influence him. His own internal demons come to mock him. But he doubted it, the feelings were too intense. This was something deeper, this was real. It was happening.

And the thought scared him. At least for that moment, until he saw his Master and Azar ask him for salt. Jealousy flared. Azar was his at this moment. He wanted him to push off. Let him determine what he was, and who with both Azar and Karys. See if what he felt and was feeling were real. To see if he was as he suspected all along. That he was different.unrelenting

Different to his brother at least. Even despite the mixed feelings and tumble his mind was going through, like a dream or nightmare that seized to end. Pulling him back and forth. He saw how Azar was having some trouble, he had the same troubles. He briefly looked to Karys, he seemed busy. He thought upon it. Forks and knives were not made readily available for Purebloods it seemed.

He would need to change that somehow. Perhaps when he had the funds to do so. Another endeavour among many.

He quick picked up some salt, shocking himself again at how he didn't hesitate. Acting to give him the salt and help with his predicament. Joking to cover his obvious flirtation and insecurity. Or attempting too.

"I have some here, I like salt myself too. Do you need help? I also have trouble with these...utensils. Or what they claim are utensils. Someone should really look into this problem, when I am a Champion someday, I think I'll try solve this problem and cater to our kind."

He wasn't sure why he was being so blunt. It was not him, not usually. And yet he found he liked it, how Azar brought out sides to him he didn't even know existed. At least not for years. Where once Was a black hole now a small ember lay, once forgotten. Now rekindled. Was it truly so bad? To deny himself and what he was becoming? What he could become. He was a Sith yes but that didn't mean he could not indulge. Passion. The room was ripe with it, had been all night.

Why should he deny himself it? Not when even the Code spoke of it. It did make him wonder.

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[Nefid]

Of course it was going to draw her in eventually. While she’d seemingly vanished at the start of the party, Nefid slipped back into the heart of it now, searching for something and unable to find it on the upper levels. Her steps led her to this group and each one confirmed she was on the right track, closer and closer. Her head ached, the disturbance like poisoning the air she breathed. Yet was this not what she wanted, to feel these, to intercept the thoughts, to feel alive?

She slipped beside Trodai like a ghost, grey and quiet and unnoticed. It was unmistakable now, all around her. Her eyes went from him to Trael, the main culprits, before sparing a look for Azar and the other man. She rested both elbows on the counter and her chin on her right hand. Fingers from her left hand went to her forehead, like to help ward against the turmoil.

Your head is a hurricane here. I can’t hear my own thoughts. Her words were for Trodai—or Trael?—but she let the handful gathered hear them. Small payback for the headache.

Her eyes lingered on Azar. It wasn’t like he’d been oblivious before her irruption, so she allowed herself a bit more. Is this all this is about? Enough identity crisis, I can’t take it. Make your choice. Or I will make it for you.

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[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi had been incredibly unprepared for their earlier drink; in fact, they could only imagine whatever unknown liquid it was must have been straight alcohol to get them that drunk so quickly. Now, though, they seemed to be handling everything just fine. With that realization, Cyu's offer to try every cocktail sounded very enticing; it's not like either of them were paying for it. Besides, they'd had plenty of testosterone for one night.

"You know what, all the drinks it is. It's been a long night, and one I'd rather not have a clear memory of." the Tiefling responded with a smile. Caerllion's approach quickly turned that smile into a flustered gaze down at their drink, and they were about to respond to the Annfyn before Cyu beat them to it and effectively told him to get lost. Ayomi tried to suppress a chuckle, and did manage to do so until Caer turned around and made his way towards the grouping of Trael, Trodai, and Azar; they caught only the briefest glimpse of the interaction between the three men, but it was clear the Potionsmaster was laying it on heavy and the two men looked very conflicted. It was the drop of water that broke the damn, as they burst out laughing at the interaction.

Finishing their whiskey, Ayomi took the cocktail handed out by the bartender and took a long sip as they recovered from their outburst. It really was so silly how people clung to ancient ideas of attraction and gender in a galaxy as big as this. They looked back at Cyu, offering up their glass in an imitated toast.

"Thank you for that, it was hilarious. Perhaps you can show me how to be that confident with people some time."

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai was thinking again when Nefid arrived, sneaking up on him like a slippery viper. Silent and deadly all the same. And then she did something he was not expecting...exposing his inner most thoughts or was it Trael. He wasn't entirely sure. And so she got a glare, if looks could kill. His would be a winner.

He wasn't amused either way. To expose his weakness like that, to so many other Sith if it was indeed him she was talking too. And yet she had a point in her own petty way. Which was why he was so pertubed. He would need to make a choice sooner or later regardless of if he liked it or not. And she simply sped up the process. Forcing his hand. He would act before hopefully Trael, and see what lay ahead. And chose to see himself for what he was and could be.

Tonight he would either rise or fall to whatever it was, he was. Azar was between him, so it only made it easier. At first he stuttered, probably the first time he had since his arrival in the Sith. It was time to end his turmoil and pain. Pain that had inflicted and struck him most the night. It was time to face it and facts like the warrior he was.

"Um...A...A..Azar. Sorry this is bit awkward for me and is not exactly how I wanted to do this. I have never had to do something like this, and this is not how I wanted it, but given the circumstances. My hand is forced." Again he shot a glare to Nefid.

"I think I have...developed feelings. You made me realise something. Something I long denied and you awakened me Azar, to myself."

He allowed himself a sigh, and for Azar to eat while he processed it. Hoping he understood what was being implied without implicitly saying it. How he liked both women and men. And allow Trodai himself, despite now trembling hands to process what he was saying, and how easily he said it. Relief at last. For now at least. Being as blunt and as truthful as he could be.

There was no use denying it. Denying his Passion.

And now he had no reason or desire now to hide himself. Not with the twi'lek there to read his mind like a book. It would be impossible. Perhaps he thought, indeed she had done him a favour. His energy wasted, he spoke out. It was time to end the internal fight. To balance his scales and break that particular chain. To let Passion reign.

"You are a amazing man. A fire that burns all you touch in the greatest of ways. Despite our short time knowing each other tonight, you taught me more about myself than I ever knew my whole life. Revealed to me feelings and thoughts in that regard I have not felt for years. That I denied. For that, I have no regrets, only thanks. Even as I tremble."

Sighing, consigned to fate and the Force he spoke.

"I am a hurricane, in freefall. Where I was unsure most the night, hesitating. Now I am sure and will not falter. For I am a warrior, the eye of the storm. We are much alike you and I. I too wish to persuade my family, to change what is. Perhaps this is partly why I like you so."

As he continued, he felt as if a right were lifting. It was sorely needed, and so he held no ill towards the twi'lek. At least not as much as had been initially. He admired the fact how she was as blunt as he could be. She had no hesitation. He attempted to look Azar in the eye, amber to amber. Fire to fire. This time smiling, enthralled and being dragged in.

He held Azar hands, cold yet he attempted to warm them with his much larger hands even as he was eating. Assisting him.

"Our commonality. You know what you want and are unapologetic about it. Not like me. Who hides behind the stoic nature of a warrior to shield himself of his own truths. But no more. I am Sith, it's time to act as one. I refuse to be this way. To no longer be scared, fearful of what could be and any repercussions. Chained. And embrace this change you coerced out of me. This fire."

He paused and spoke a final time.

"I will not forget this night or you. You who started a fire and burns like the sun's of Korriban itself. I will not forget Karys either. Fire and Ice. I must inquire and know though. Do you understand what it is I am trying to say Azar. Despite my rambling, which I apologise for."

He hoped so. As his burden lifted, he felt more free. As he opened himself more than he ever had to anyone. At least not for years.

To expose himself. His weakness.

His true self. Even if his Master were present, but at the moment...he had little care.

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[Trael Osso-Drast]

Though he was focused on Caer he couldn't help but to overhear Azar's quip about the jacket. Hearing Trodai drone on about the quality of his jacket and how it was better had Trael making a face. What could this acolyte even offer Azar? A lap dog to do his bidding? At least Karys was rising up the orders ranks and making something of himself. Yet this acolyte believes he can just undermine him.

Trael's burger had arrived a contrast to the rather simplistic burger Trodai and Azar were eating. Being a man of food he flipped his burger over before taking a bite. He couldn't help but to notice Azar cutting the burger and eating it. He seemed to be struggling a bit, but as Trael went to offer him help Trodai beat him to the punch. Again.

His anger was starting to bubble its way over. It was rare he had something affect him this badly, and yet he was unable to explore it because of him. He kept butting in with his own attempts at understanding his newfound self. Yet it was not his turn to do so, though Trael was still avoiding it. He sighed, it wasn't Trodai's fault for his own inaction. He couldn't hold him fully responsible, no he could, it was Trodai's fault for his current rage and dilemma of not having an opportunity to take.

Suddenly someone was in his mind speaking. At first simply complaining about not being able to think. His eyes scanned the bar trying to find the culprit. No one seemed to be directing attention to him currently. Then another mental message, make your choice or I will. He was completely dumbfounded by this until Trodai started confessing to Azar.

That's it, this arrogant fuck invaded my mind just to rub it in?! Trael used the force to throw Trodai's stool from under him after he finished speaking. He would then offer Azar some of his fries his blue eyes now golden, "It seems he is preoccupied now. You're more than welcome to have some of mine instead." His gaze would shift to Trodai as he looked at him. Good he's where he belongs. Beneath me.

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

As Trodai waited for Azar to answer, he found his stool slip from under him sending him to the ground. He had an idea who was responsible. Trael. The human. A chimp in need of learning his place, that despite being a Acolyte he was not as weak as he thought. That he underestimated just who he was assaulting. He had been training, learning. And he would reap what he sowed.

One had made that mistake tonight, and now he too had made the same mistake.

He returned the favour. Getting up and placing his stool back, he calmly walked up to Trael, yet inside he was enraged. How dare he do such a thing during his moment. A moment where he had just pretty much spilt his inner most thoughts. Champion or not he would pay for it. It was time to re-arrange that smug look on his face. To make sure Azar would never look upon him again. Or that ridiculous beard.

"I'm sorry about that Azar. Excuse me one moment, I'll be back." He said, calmly walking over to Trael still.

After he was behind him, Trodai smashed his head into the wood and the burger he had. Hopefully breaking most of his teeth and his nose in the process and mangling his face using his strength. He would loosen some teeth tonight afterall. It sent fries everywhere. He didn't stop there. Yanking him by his beard, he pulled him up by the beard before again attempting to smash him headfirst into the bar wood with a spray of blood and visceral. And worse. For Trodai was on fire. He would not stop, or relent. He yanked him back up, holding him in place and tried removing the beard in full with a strong, fast tug. From root to stem. Usually his immense strength. Letting the remnants fall to the floor before stamping it into the ground, along with Trael's meal in tatters. He had noticed earlier how Azar loved it. And now without it, Trael would be discarded. It amused him at the thought.

Once he was done, he Telekinetically attempted to send him flying upstairs, using both his training and natural strong affinity for the technique to send him straight into the mess from earlier. And hopefully leaving just himself with Azar. And the others. But Azar was more on his mind. His Rage and Wrath were alight, Trael would find no mercy, no remorse from him. And if he wanted to start a fight he would have it.

With Trodai finishing it. He was ready for whatever came next. He hoped his Master would approve of his quick thinking at least, and using Trael's vanity as his bane, even if not of the fight itself and the cause.

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OOC Actions to clarify what Trodai just did:

1. Calmly walked up to Trael and smashed him headfirst into the bar wood hard. Not caring for what he was eating.

2.Repeated it but this time using his beard to yank him down into the wood hard before holding him up and trying to remove the beard by ripping it out. As attempt to use his vanity against him and have Azar discard him.

3.Attempted to finish by telekinetically sending Trael into the poo/puke mess upstairs.

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[Nevizkas]

The next cocktail delivery was prompt and colourful, just the way they'd like them. Tipping her glass slightly in solidarity with them, Cyu grinned. "Don't overthink it, defend your sovereignty and above all, have fun." Cyutadakyr didn't exactly have "people skills" herself, although she seemed to do okay.

Humor with a sprinkle of trauma was a staple, but so long as people didn't stand on her toes or say something that required breaking through her armed neutrality stance, they could be left alone. Well, such a process had served her well as a champion, it remained to be seen how that would change in the coming days, weeks and months.

"Speaking of fun." Her eyes glanced over toward the ruckus the boys at the table were making, and deciding to take her own advice. It would only take a loud song and banger tunes to drown it out, and she had one just in mind. "Care to join me on stage?" Cyu nodded toward the karaoke stage. Whether Ayomi joined her or not, the pureblood would make her way from the bar to the stage with a swagger in her step.

“It is beautiful to behold when you can stand back far enough to admire it,”

Taking a microphone in one hand and slowly tapping away at the console for a fitting song, she paused and smiled. Glancing up, her opal eyes stared at one person in particular as the song began to play, ensuring that he could watch her speak to him as much as the crowd, if he chose. Words spoken like a promise, whose meaning to one meant not to another, filled her mind as the lyrics printed themselves on the screen ahead, the beat kicked in and the sing along followed.

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[Anai Skhess]

The Kaleesh woman raised an eyebrow as she got an unexpected reaction out of the pureblood, seemingly striking a nerve. Interesting She thought to herself, uncrossing her arms so she could take a sip from her drink as Karys broke eye contact, a smile forming on her lips as the man straightforwardly asked for her help. So the recently promoted champion had doubts about his conviction as a sith, huh? "Very well, I'll help you." It didn't take much convicing for her to accept, she did need some worthwhile allies, and she didn't mind crafting them herself.

Acting as if this short exchange had never happened, Anai gave the Twi'lek a smile and a small wave. By the force was she a mess after that fight...Reminded her of back when she got into petty fights during parties "I suppose I could...even though there is not as much I can tell you about them in comparison." Rather, there's not much she should tell them, everything was allowed when talking about traitors, but the former AND current dark lords?

"In fact, everything I can tell you about Darth Raze, you already know...but it was even more threatening to see him in person, even when he was simply performing mundane tasks...It's hard to come with terms with the fact that he is dead, it's hard to believe." Even back when they were younger, Darth Raze was the scariest person in the whole Empire, scarier than both of the Empress, a monster, the dark side incarnate, were all of the most powerful sith destined to fall to firepower wielded by lesser men?

"When it comes to Darth Tempest, well..." Her eyes started to wander off somewhere else as she talked, her sharp ears listening to another conversation that was happening at the moment "Since the start, she was ambitious, cunning and knew what she wanted. The perfect example of what a sith should be since she was an acolyte" Anai elaborated, her words sincere praise to a person she looked up to.

"Her wrath was also always terrifying...But I have yet to be the one the experience it, I usually help her inflict it upon her foes" She could say a bit more, she could talk about her complicated relationships with Altair, the times she had something horrible happen to her dresses or her habit of dressing impractically when going to harsh planets, but Anai didn't have a deathwish, a description was all they would get.

Anai would finally point at what had been stealing her gaze away, Trael and Trodai fighting. She had been overhearing and watching as they fought each other for the other sith pureblood and thought it was as good of a time to start Karys' "training" as any "They've been fighting for a claimed heart for a while now, are they forgetting it belongs to someone, or ignoring it?" She would point out, her eyes looking back at the recently promoted champion "What will you do about it?"

Sure, Azar had already chosen Karys, he probably didn't have to fear any of the other two taking his spot...But the fact that they were making moves like those meant they were disrespecting him, did they not? For now, the Kaleesh would simply finish her drink, ask for another one, and see what Karys would decide to do.

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

"Touché." Caerllion said, while smirking at Azar. He had been a bit salt for being shooed away by Cyutadakyr, but now the Annfyn was more interested in solving the problem of his hunger. Besides, it has been a long time since such comments would make lost his patience.

He stared at his apprentice briefly when Trodia started to confess his feelings to Azar. "Finally." he muttered, while finally doing his order. The Annfyn had noticed how the Acolyte had been acting around the Potiomaster, like an idiot in love. He had been wondering if the other would do something about that until the end of the night.

Now the question would be if Karys would appear to put Trodai in his place.

Then Trael removed Trodai's stool, making the Acolyte fall to the floor. Caerllion wasn't surprised by it, he only wondered why it didn’t happen early. The tension between the two because of their mutual feelings for Azar was impossible to ignore. A fight between them was inevitable.

That sucks. he thought, before picking his order and starting to eat his fries. Nothing better than eating while watch a good entertainment.

In the end it was Trodai who went to total violence. Caerllion only watched, not going to get involved in that. He wasn’t going to help his apprentice in a fight to impress a possible love interest. The Annfyn thought that it would be a shame for himself if he got involved with something so silly.

He remained comfortable on his seat while munching his fries while watching the entertainment of the night. It was like watching a nature documentary where two male animals are turned completely dumb by their hormones and start to fight for a partner. "I'm impressed that you brought this side of their sexuality out of them in a short time. I don’t think that they ever knew that it existed. You are really full of surprises." he said to Azar, before turning to look back at the fight and eating some more of his fries.

Would the true winner, Karys, appear in the scene? How was he going to react to that?

Questions to be answered next.

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[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was trying to weasel his way back in with Azar after dropping Trodai like last years fashion statement. After all the acolyte needed to know his place. He was surprised when Trodai quickly got up and seemed calm about it. The pureblood made his way to Trael who followed him with his eyes. Slightly turning to regard him as he came next to him. "It seems the stool wasn't suited for how heavy your feelings were." As he went to chuckle he was grabbed and his face slammed into the bar. His nose was definitely hurting but how badly was unknown.

The second time it was attempted he braced himself having to use the force to enhance his strength as he was caught off guard. It was then the pureblood grabbed Trael by his beard once again trying to slam his face. Ok time for a fight. Kicking out the top of his stool with his force enhanced strength at Trodai's knees. He attempted to pivot himself onto the bar trying to face his attacker. If Trodai was still holding him he would use his arms to attempt to dislocate the elbow of the hand holding him. Following up quickly with a kick to the ribs using the resistance of kicking the man to slide behind the bar.

"First you were all over the ruby woman now Azar. Do you have any idea if you feelings aren't just lust? They seem as fickle as your pride. Attacking me over something harmless." He spit out some blood before getting into a fighting stance. This timehe would be ready for the acolytes advance.

Spoiler: Actions

• Trael takes one bar smack before using force enhance to prevent the subsequent ones
• Kicks his stool into Trodai's legs which should end up at the knee
• If the stool doesn't break Trodai's hold he attempts to dislocate his elbow
• Kicks him in the ribs using Trodai to push him behind the bar

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai stood firm the stool doing very little as he moved to the side allowing it to slide on by, and as Trael tried to dislocating his elbow, he pivoted himself, releasing the beard and removing his arm, using the now free arm to aim for a nerve cluster, the teres major and latissimus dorsi muscle groups located near the back of the armpit. An area where blood vessels were. Where veins and arteries passed through, an area just below the armpit. It would hurt...alot as muscle groups and blood vessels popped.

Hopefully rendering his arm useless instead. But with the Force enhancing his opponent. It was unlikely, but he tried anyway.

As the kick came, he again attempted to pivot, using the Force to turn quickly to the other side and grabbing early to twist it along his body. Grripping his leg, twisting, hopefully snapping it. Using the Force to enhance it.

After he would release and speak. If given a chance.

"Speak for yourself. Go back to flinging poo, I'm sure your species are good for that. You have hardly been yourself either. I only struck since you disrespected me, attacking while I was talking to Azar. And assisting him. Very rude. I have no want to quarrel but do that again, and I'll finish what was started."

He looked to Azar.

"Sorry Azar...I am not really sure why I did that. Or perhaps I did. I have no intention to disrespect either you or the one who has your heart. But Trael here needed to learn a little lesson about respect. He seems to lack it despite his station. I guess he never evolved from the chimp his species started as." He quipped. He turned to Karys, hoping he knew no disrespect was intended, issuing a respectful nod, as best he could. It was not his intention.

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OOC: Actions -

1.Pivoted to avoid the stool and 're-positioned after releasing the beard to aim just below the armpit at the teres major and latissimus dorsi muscle groups located near the back of the armpit. He aimed just below. An area where blood vessels are and veins and arteries pass through.

2.Pivoted again to the other side and grabbed early to twist it along his body to avoid the stall at his knees. And attempted to grip the leg, turning quickly with the Force to grip it before again using the Force to enhance himself as he tries snapping his leg.

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[Nym Ziveri]

Nym quickly put the fight with Nova behind her - settling into one of the barstools beside Karys and Anai. The Twi’lek was missing one of her elegant gloves and sported multiple cuts and bruises across her face, though it did little to dampen her otherwise nonchalant and relaxes demeanor. Curiously, the Acolyte kept her uncovered hand tucked into her lap, fingers clenched together.

She pressed the frosted edge of her glass against her bruised lip, muddy-brown eyes flicking up to regard Karys as he spoke. “She got her licks in,” The Acolyte said before taking a sip from her glass. It was hardly a victory for either of them, all things considered. “Bitch had it coming.” Nym wasn’t about to gloat over the fight, but neither would she apologize for escalating.

“Nym,” She said towards both Karys and Anai, giving each of them a small nod of greeting. Her brows arched ever-so-slightly at the mention of Darth Tempest and Raze stories. She’d only heard of the latter due to Galactic events and stories, and had yet to actually meet the former. Quite frankly, the Twi’lek was terrified of both and had every intention of steering clear for as long as physically possible.

“Ooooh shit,” She said, perking up at the sight of yet another fight breaking out. She was entirely-too-pleased to find herself a spectator, rather than a participant, this time ‘round. The Twi’lek planted her elbows casually onto the bar counter, leaning forward to watch the latest brawl that broke out before them.

Considering Trael was preoccupied, Nym reached out with the Force - nonchalantly sliding the Champion’s plate of fries a bit closer - and proceeded to snatch a few for herself. Not like he was eating them at the moment.

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[Nefid]

Nefid watched the ensuing developments with feigned surprise. She was very pleased with herself, of course, especially since her involvement appeared to have gone unnoticed by most. And the fight was much better out in the open than as constant tension threatening to split her head in two.

With Trodai several blows and several speeches in, she couldn’t help but add a layer.

Oh, Acolyte, my words were not for you, she expressed, this time only for Trodai. But if the shoe fits… I do so love a heartful confession.

She took a step back, awaiting the fallout now that the two belligerents were already deep in it. Would they realize how silly they both looked?

Forgive the circus. This time she looked only to Azar, a telepathic whisper with the tone of one who had absolutely no intention of being forgiven. It really was unbearable.

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[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trodai pivoted out of the way of the stool. He also got out of the way of his attempted grab. Although his idea to strike while Trael's arms were in a position to initiate another grab was beyond him. Grabbing the purebloods arm with his left and using it to draw him closer in to Trael. It would be difficult for the pureblood to avoid the force enhanced right hook coming in due to his body following the momentum of his attack. Even if he did he would impact the bar with a decent amount of force.

Whether the punch landed or not he would attempt to get away from the bar. He was more suited to fighting in an open area. Especially one where he wouldn't need to avoid Azar or the others. As he made his way away from the bar he would coil the force around the purebloods legs attempting to once again put him on the floor. He would then make his way a few feet away from the bar.

If the pureblood still gave his speech about the lesser status of his species Trael would scoff. "Only one of us has actually flung poop in there life. Sounds quiet contradictory to your idea of my species. After all it was you who flung the poop at another in a fight." The only thing Trael wanted to do now was send an electrical attack at the pureblood. Yet he needed to keep his usage of the force as subtle as possible. They were in on a planet that wasn't allied to the Sith. Also enough parties involving Sith had ended in bloodbaths now. "If you are done now we may let this go. No need to draw it out more."

Spoiler: Actions

• As Trodai lunges in for the armpit strike Trael would grab the arm and pull him past him and towards the bar. Throwing a punch with his free hand while doing this.
• After that he tries to get away from the bar pulling Trodai's legs in the process to knock him back onto the floor.
• Once away from the bar he allows Trodai to monologue if wanted.
  
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[Darth Arcanos]

Azar smiled when Trodai offered to cut his food for him, the mild gesture actually rather endearing especially as the Massassi had his own troubles with it. He reached over for a fry, vaguely aware of the whirlwind of tensions between Trael and Trodai. His focus was on the delicious burger and the assortment of fries. Moments later, he heard a familiar presence through the Force, knowing right away it was Nefid. He coughed to keep from laughing, putting on a serious face when her words impacted right away.

His gleaming, yellow gaze fell on Trodai as he began to speak. The heartfelt confession caught him off guard. At most he expected some crude suggestion to go fuck in a refresher like earlier from Cyu, but this was something else entirely. He thoughtfully nibbled on a fry while Trodai spoke, actually finding the deep, passionate words adorable. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he was likely blurting the same things to Cyutadakyr earlier in the evening, Azar may have almost believed him.

What Azar found most interesting about the confession was the admission of Trodai’s own flaws and chains. It took ages before anyone could pinpoint their own binds, and Trodai was doing so before his eyes. Azar opened his mouth to say something, only to watch Trodai’s seat abruptly disappear. A quick glance and Trael sliding his fries over suggest that this was becoming a fight. Azar’s surprised gaze lingered on Trael for starting the altercation. What happened to his strategy of denial and running from this? Suddenly the human had his curiosity. He couldn’t quite tell where his head was.

Like before, Azar gracefully sprang up to sit on the bar, crossing one leg over the other as he sat there with Trodai’s fries. Trael’s fries were next to him. He cast a sideways glance at Nefid, speaking with her through the Force.

'You are almost as bad as I am,’ He mused to her, extending the bowl of fries to share if she wanted one. (@Volene )

Trodai picking a fight with a Champion was curious to behold. If there was one thing consistent about Trodai, it was the way he stood as a bulwark against anyone that threatened to disrespect him on principle. It didn’t matter if it was someone he cared for or anyone random, the man always stood his ground. There was no denying that it was an attractive trait. Watching the two bulky men beating each other up was getting his engines going. If he were less disciplined, he would need Trael’s jacket to cover his own evidence of desire. Instead, he enjoyed the invigorating show.

While all this happened, out of his peripheral he caught someone (@Altaris )casually stealing his second basket of fries. Azar felt rage surge through him, but he operated differently. His was not the way of overt, brute force. As the fries began to move away, he brushed his hand over them, subtly changing and manipulating the composition in them.

Nym would have her fries. She would eat said fries. And within moments, she would start to have the sweats and a sensation like horrible food poisoning cramps. It would be inexplicable. It wasn’t quite the burrito level madness, but her stomach would make unnatural noises all the same. She would feel an urge to unleash, but unsure from which end. Maybe it would come out as a massive belch, or a huge fart, who knew, but it would be a horrendous social embarrassment either way in the crowd she was sitting near. Perfect for first impressions.

Azar’s gaze lifted from the fighting to briefly look at Cyutadakyr (@Xorism ), catching the lyrics she sang. He smiled at her while teasingly licking the salt off his fingers. It was a song about him and they would both know it. He certainly felt like a king seated there above the chaos unfolding around him.

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai was quick to act, as Trael attempted to pull him in after his lunge, he dug his legs into the ground, like a immovable object. He followed up, and since Trael had a hold of his arm, he used the man's own momentum against him, and brought him towards his elbow with a Force enhanced movement. Hopefully negating the follow up punch as the reversed elbow struck his face. Using the natural advantage of the sharp protruding edges as Masassi where known for. If it connected it would either break his stupid nose even further apart or potentially break his jaw as bones broke apart.

He saw what he was trying to do. And attempted to keep him near the bar to negate any other advantage. He tried grabbing a pack of ranch sauce to squeeze into his eyes with his free hand. If he failed, he would do the same as Trael, when feeling his own legs giving.

If he as going down, Trael was coming with him. Yet he gave him credit for the comment at least, and a medicum of respect for they way he fought and the warrior he appeared to be. But that was his limit. At his comment he replied in kind.

"Agreed. Just got don't do that again, I won't abide such disrespect from anyone, no matter who they think they are. Yet you have earn some respect, You fight well."

As the fight ended as best it could, he heard her voice in his head. A voice that was over time becoming familiar. The twi'lek. Someday he would need to find out her name, it was getting a little ridiculous just referring to her as that twi'lek. His emotions were still somewhat high and his Rage was simmering.

But still he spoke, remaining as calm as he could as his eyes briefly met her gaze. Having had some practice at telepathy with his Master he answered the same way.

"Fair enough, Regardless it probably needed to happen. No harm...no foul, sort of. I probably needed it. What is your name by the way, You never did tell me. I can't just keep calling you something or other."

He saw someone swipe Azar fries, but he dealt with it in his own usual way. She started to look rather pale which amused him. He approached the bar again sitting in his stool as he righted it. Wiping blood from his mouth. He heard Cyutadakr singing and had to listen, as somewhat a singer himself he admired the lyrics. It was surprisingly good.

He spoke to Azar.

"Sorry about that. I can't stand disrespect, I don't care who they are. Royal or common. Cyu has a good singing voice, I say that from the perspective of a singer. She surprises me almost as much as you do."

Spoiler

OOC: Actions -

1.As Trael grabs his arm after his own lunge, Trodai is attempting to use the man's own momentum against him from the arm he is holding to bring him into his elbow on the same arm, enhanced with the Force. A attempt to negate the punch after.

2.After that he would attempt to use Trael own trick against him. Forcing them both to the ground.

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[Trael Osso-Drast]

Since Trael's attempted throw relied more heavily on the other person's momentum than his own he was able to redirect the intended punch for where his face now was. Yet he was caught off guard by the mans elbow coming to strike him. With the way they should be laid out his fist ended up making contact with it. The spines dug into his hand causing some puncture wounds and a few knuckles were popped from the two strikes colliding.

As he drew back his fist to try and make sure it wasn't broken he saw the stream of ranch making its way. The ranch would slowly crystalize hitting him as a solid due to his use of Cryokinesis. He pulled the acolytes legs from under him in an attempt to gain space. As the acolyte fell Trael felt the force pull him down as well. They both fell on the ground Trael taking the break in the fighting to check his hand. Nothing seemed broken but he definitely needed some bacta to fix it up.

Trodai stood up first saying his peace only getting a nod from Trael as he was still looking over his hand. He stood up and ordered the strongest liquor the bar had. He opened it with his teeth pouring some on his hand and some on his nose. Grunting from the burning sensation before taking a swig out of the bottle.

Turning to Azar with a bloody smile, "So, how bad is it? Do I need surgery?" Trying to gauge his nose by lightly touching it. He would then kick the stool up and take a seat in it. He was leaning back on the bar as his food had gone missing. "So you want to be the king of your home world? Does that mean you won't have time for a lowly peasant like myself? Sad, I quiet enjoy your company." He watched the ruby mistresses performance. It seemed everyone here was a singer.

Spoiler: Actions

• Trael tries to punch Trodai in the face but instead hits the elbow and messes up his hand
• He then freezes the incoming pocket ranch it still hits him just doesn't squirt his eyes.
• He falls to the floor from Trodai's force pull
• Allows Trodai to monologue as he doesn't feel like having a brawl.

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[Karys]

Karys listened to Anai’s descriptions of both Darth Raze and Darth Tempest. They were what every Sith should aspire to be. But one was dead, his reign of terror ended by turbo laser fire. Karys couldn’t help but wonder if there was a lesson to be learned in that. No matter the power, stepping from the shadows meant death. It was a mistake he never intended to make.

However, when Anai pointed out Trodai and Trael’s scrap before Azar, Karys’ golden eyes would lazily turn to watch. He didn’t watch their fight, instead he watched Azar’s face. There was no true affection written in his eyes, just amusement. These were no rivals for Azar’s heart. Karys’ would return his gaze to Anai before speaking.

“Look into Azar’s eyes, do you see what’s written in them?” He asked. “He can play, he can even bed them, I don’t care.” He continued. “But the moment his eyes hold love for another in them…” He paused, his lazy gaze hardening. “…well let’s just say, I won’t tolerate rivals.” He explained with a cruel smirk.

Karys would toss back the rest of his drink and offer Anai his arm. “It’s easier to discuss this with less prying ears.” He explained. “Cyutadakyr is performing, dance with me.”

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