Ask What Will You Tritonite

[Emryc Thorne]

Certainly Elina wasn’t shy about touching the scars, where most found them repulsive. Emryc didn’t move as she did so, her words echoing within his mind. He could tell she was actively restraining herself. He found firrerreo fascinating, and he decided he enjoyed enticing them in different ways. It provided the rush of walking into the enclosure of a beast and teetering on the edge, only being moments away from the dangerous jaws and claws.

When she admitted his injuries had the opposite effect, he flicked his eyes to gaze at hers again. It was difficult to read him, his face usually an impassive mask while the frosty gaze pierced deeply and analyzed. She would feel as if she were on stage even though he was the one with his torso bare before her.

He felt a lone finger trace up his back and his shoulders rippled back, sinewy muscles roiling and contracting against her touch, “Atonement,” He said quietly, “To keep myself on the path set for me by my gods,” He wouldn’t elaborate further than that. His passion was his religion and he kept it closely guarded. He felt her shift and get more of the bacta to dress the wound.

“It is a path I have committed to walk.”

 

[Elina Zelle]

When she told him that it had the opposite effect, it was true and the flick of his eyes seemed to check if she really meant it. Elina had seen her own horrors and craziness in the galaxy and she understood a long time ago that everyone had their own methods to pleasure, pain, and to destress. She had her own ways that she hadn't shared with people and deep down she was thankful that Emryc was allowing her to ask her questions. Elina didn't need to know that she could have lost a hand for doing this.

He would be able to hear her fingers fiddle around with the contents of the medpack as she repeated his words, "To keep yourself on the path set by the gods." The bacta was in her hand at that point and bandages as well. "Well I see your pound of flesh given but I don't see any of these god's flesh." What did they offer to him that he had to pay such a heavy price? It would be clear instantly that Elina didn't hold religion close to her heart like him. She believed the opposite of him, at least from what she could tell, that people constructed their own fate and the outcome of it. Not gods who pulled the strings of those who were unknowing.

But his words continued to play across her mind as she applied the layer of bacta, her fingers gently sliding along his flesh. "If you atone, what is your sin?" Elina's curiosity once again demanded answers and she couldn't keep herself quiet. Both of them called the Sith Order their home and she couldn't conjure anything as to what would be despicable enough for their actions to be considered a sin.

The bandages came next, Elina leaning in close as she delicately applied the cloth to cover his shoulder. The closer she got, however, his scent would flood her nose, and felt her resistance start to wane. Her eyes shone an even brighter gold for the briefest of moments before she tilted her head towards his neck. In almost an instant, Emryc would feel her fangs prick into his skin as his blood would drip into her mouth. But as fast as it happened, it would be over just as quick with Elina's head back where it was before as she ran her thumb along her bottom lip once more. She gave a slight shrug, her golden eyes bright as ever as she tasted him, "Couldn't control myself." But she nodded to his dressed shoulder after, "But it seems my services are no longer required."

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc had to bite back from scoffing at her asking about the gods paying their dues. It was spoken like someone that would never understand his religion, precisely why he avoided the topic. It was a difficult concept to grasp, and an even more difficult one to explain. It had meaning to him and that’s all that mattered.

When she asked about his sins, Emryc closed his eyes and exhaled, “None I wish to revisit,” He said flatly. He wasn’t known to mince words, and he was generally rather direct. It often rubbed people the wrong way and he was perfectly fine with it.

She was still patching up his wounds when he felt the fangs abruptly prick him. He didn’t react to the pain, but he did react in a different way. She barely got done mentioning she couldn’t control herself before he moved.

In a flash she would find herself pinned against the wall, his fingers around her throat. There was a deathly calm in the way he looked at her, a knife summoned to his fingers from the bed. The Force held her in place combined with his weight pressing into her.

“Then perhaps you do need a leash,” He said harshly, the knife coming up so the blade grazed up along her inner thigh. It was a hairline cut as the blade dragged across her skin, the same degree of breaking the skin she had done to him. He didn’t let her go just yet, silver eyes detached and cold as they looked into the burning yellow.

He held for just a moment longer before he stepped back, releasing her. He knew the wound would heal easily, but the pain was there. The blood-coated knife twirled between his fingers as he allowed a distance between them, hawk like eyes searing into her.

She was free to walk away if she pleased.

 

[Elina Zelle]

Elina wasn't surprised when she heard him scoff at her comments after what she witnessed on his back. It was obvious both of them had different views on religion and his answer of not wanting to revisit those sins didn't bother her in the slightest. She was the one who had entered the room and asked to help, it wasn't an interrogation where he had to tell the truth and nothing but it.

She wasn't that surprised again when he reacted to her little prick, Elina just didn't specifically what he would do but she found out quickly. The moment she stepped back, her skin didn't touch the air but instead was slammed into the wall behind her. Emryc's fingers were around her throat and it was reminiscent of the time they had danced together and she had stuck a toe over the line there. One of her hands instinctively grabbed his and with her strength, she could easily make it so that he wasn't actually choking her but kept her in place. But she did feel the knife slide along her inner thigh as her mouth opened slightly in response, the sting of the blade spreading through her leg.

Elina stared into his emotionless eyes and she wondered if she had crossed the line too far but he eventually stopped the blade. Something swirled within her and she didn't know if it was fear or something else. Eventually, she raised her other hand with an open palm and just held it there to show she stopped. As quickly as it happened, he dropped her and her hand went to her throat as she rubbed it softly, the marks if there was any, already healed. Elina's eyes glanced to the knife still between his fingers and she couldn't help but chuckle softly to herself despite what happened. The wound on her thigh had already stitched itself and inside the small hole of the pants he cut, both of them could see a small silver scar there.

"You're going to be disappointed if I'm supposed to be the one to do it." Elina stood back up to her full height as she ran a hand through her scarlet hair. She stepped past Emryc and to the door but turned to point his shoulder, "Don't mess up your dressing or my hard work was for nothing. This scent is much better. Sleep well." Elina gave him a nod before opening his door and stepping out to head to her own.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

The next morning, Emryc was up early and had finished meditating and praying before he made his way over to grab some food. He had little desire to linger on the planet longer than necessary and had set up a meeting with several tritonite council members.

Within a few hours, he and Elina would be at a corporate building sitting across from them. He noticed that the worker that had helped on their endeavor also joined. Emryc turned to the one in charge, “The Tritonite have controlled how the moon checkpoints operate. We will not see that change,” He knew it was important for them to keep their measures going, “However, we do ask to have a stake in the profits and the ability to house fleets here. It will not cut into your everyday operations and will even boost the economy.”

The tritonite murmured and discussed amongst themselves and the worker actually helped pitch them. Emryc kept going, knowing what questions to expect, “Tritonite can stay dry. Alcohol and other vices will not be introduced. We simply need to be able to park ships and perhaps have an outpost. In return, you are guaranteed protection and profit. You have seen what happens when these moons and this planet are left unguarded.”

Emryc eyed the head councilman, “Do we have a deal?”

 

[Elina Zelle]

Elina woke up near the same time and continued on with the day like everything was normal. She would still offer Emryc a smile when she saw him and walk side by side when they made their way to the corporate building. The meeting with the councilmen had been arranged and she would sit down beside the other Sith as she just let him proceed. Elina would even give a small wave to the worker that helped them.

Emryc gave out all the details for the Tritonite with the worker helping translate and explain it in friendly terms that they could understand. They perked up when they heard that alcohol and drugs wouldn't be brought into their system again. They had a terrible experience with the mercs and the Sith would also likely need to help enforce those rules to make sure they were actually kept but it eased their worries.

The worker once again leaned in to speak to them and after some dialogue, he eventually turned back to the two Sith with a smile plastered on his face, "We have a deal. You can have your port and outpost in exchange for protection and profit. They are a little wary because of the mercs but it didn't sour anything too much. They never want anything like last time to happen again and they are holding your protection in high regard because of it." Elina gave a nod and stood up with the rest of the people at the table as they looked at each one.

"Then we have a deal." She then shook the hand of each tritonite along with Emryc before both of them departed.

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