Ask When Fire Met Ice

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Nar Shaddaa. Trodai was here yet again, however this time it was not so much to party. He had an ulterior motive. Word had it a group of smugglers working from the dive bar and underground fight club across the way had come across a item of immense value. The location to the holocron of Darth Malgus. An ancient yet troubled Sith. His skill as a warrior and strategy were legendary. Rumour has it he had known the secrets of Vaapad long before the Jedi rediscovered it, and the secret of Fire. This alone made it valuable to the Sith, but to Trodai personally he saw more from it. What he could learn. Freyja, an Acolyte he had spoken to briefly before at a social event and vaguely knew about was here to help him. If word was to be believed she had impressive combat skills with a mischievous streak. Just the kind of person he liked to work with and needed.

It earnt her some respect already.

He was curious as to what kind of person she actually was, what made her tick. And so another reason for the invitation. He waited at a smaller cafe opposite the dive bar, they had time to kill. The smugglers lead by a Weequay called 'Silvian Heran' run the operation and wasn't due for two days. So Trodai would use the time to plan and perhaps know the apprentice of Azar. Or so He had been told. Another factor to his decision, a ally of Aza r was to be trusted usually.

He wore a casual yet combat ready attire that spoke somewhat to his noble and warrior nature. It accentuated his features and muscular physique, to make him fit open like a businessman almost. His lightsaber was neatly hidden away. Here he was a Zeltron again. He sipped upon a herbal tea as he waited.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

When Trodai had hit her up with a job, Freyja had once again been grateful for the opportunity to not only learn some more, but to get to know another member of the Order, expand her collection of information and prove herself on the actual field once more.

She knew the pureblood from Azar mostly, although they had gotten to chat a little at the last party on Zeltros. He had made himself quite a name and Freyja respected the champion, yet she was relatively curious about why he had chosen her for the task.
Perhaps it was sheer curiosity, perhaps he needed something from her specifically, but she figured she was about to find out soon.

She arrived in a relatively tight, dark yet sporty fit she had assembled based the 'Nar Shaddaa Instyle Fashion Blog' and while she felt as though wearing some kind of a costume, she couldn't deny she fitted in perfectly with all the criminal scum around.

Her lightsaber was concealed by the backpack she had slung across her shoulder, just like her axes, but she had a blaster fastened at her hip that she had 'borrowed' from a double she had encountered earlier. Frankly speaking, she had never used a blaster in her entire life, but she figured she could at least sell it at some point while at the moment, it raised less questions as most people that hung around were somewhat armed and shady af.

She found this place terribly unpredictable and she had thus rented a Swuber that had dropped her across the Café Todai had mentioned instead of having chosen public transportation.

As she walked in, she brushed the sunglasses up into her hair and as she slid into the seat across from him, she realized she wasn't the only one dressed for this diverse place. "Hey", she greeted him with a curt, respectful not before her lips curled into a subtle smirk. "That's a nice suit...looks royal, yet practical". Did he also feel somewhat out of place? She wasn't sure how long he had been there, but as always, she didn't appreciate the crowded city that was encompassing them from all around.

@Akheron

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai was waiting an hour before she finally arrived. The Swuber had gotten caught in the traffic at rush hour, which was a nightmare. And when she finally did arrive all Trodai could do was sigh and shake his head at himself a little at what she apparently had chosen to wear for the job.

A somewhat revealing outfit even if sporty and fitting to the nightlife. As far as first impression it probably wasn't the best.

He tried to remember if he ever was like that, and remembered as a young adult he was. How he had grown since. It did amuse him but at the same time, they were here to accomplish a goal. As Freyja put the sunglasses up and spoke, he replied in kind, calmly with understanding but also a serious edge. He didn't beat around the bush, got straight to the point, and wasn't being rude "Greetings Freyja. Thank you., I'm glad you approve. Yours is...different. Although zip up, Acolyte. This isn't so much a social call for a party. Although that's not to say we can't enjoy ourselves a little."

It was true, although it wasn't to say they wouldn't have chances to know the character of the other, they had two days to kill. He went straight to his next point "I don't mean to come across like a grump or something, but there are standards we must keep too. That said I have been hearing good things in regards to your abilities, and to get a job done. I hope to see this for myself. It's partly why I invited you."

He paused a moment before continuing "To see for myself. The main reason I brought you though is that I have come across something which may interest us both. Across from us is the 'Fighting Nautalon' bar. It's a front a smugglers den, gambling, bets and underground fighting are the name of the game...with a sideline in rare artefact smuggling. The operation is run by a Weequay called Silvian Heran, one time low level crook for Crimson Dawn until he got greedy and ran." Trodai let Freyja consider when he said as he sipped more tea and spoke for, making sure none overhead "His made a name here now. He wouldn't be of interest if not for the fact he has come upon a item of immense value to the Order and to me. Word is he has come across a holocron, more of a map that would lead to the real prize. The holocron of the legendary Darth Malgus. Long thought lost for centuries. If you know history he was a Sith Warrior of renown for a time until he betrayed his kin."

He continued "Legend has it he knew the secrets of the lightsaber form Vaapad long before the Jedi ever rediscovered it...and of Pyrokinesis among other things. His strategies and theories were something to behold regardless of who he became in the end. As a Warrior yourself I thought you might appreciate recovering it and in return I would impart a little of it's knowledge in payment. Including of this form of combat, of Vaapad if you wish once I learn more about it. Should your Master approve." he said as he wondered what she thought of it all. He was excited to find it, the secrets it would hold, Freyja could likely see it was a passion in his expression.

"Silvian is due to arrive in two days for a important meeting. A auction of sorts to sell the information to a potential buyer. But we are going to intercept and bag him and find out where he put the map. He keeps his stash in a separate warehouse somewhere in the city. We will extract the information from him however we can. Until then we need to plan a way to get inside the bar, it's members only. But I think I found a way...they need fighters for a upcoming fight.

We will enter you. And I as your manager." he smirked hoping she might enjoy beating some weak minded fools up. Having a little fun while doing something serious. A chance to use her combat skills and for him to likewise see what sort of ally she might be. "We will persuade a member to get us in. Or rather you will, by influencing their mind. If you don't yet know how, I shall teach you. It is important to the task and will be useful in future endeavours. For now we can use the time to prepare and get to know a bit about the other. We haven't really got to talk, despite our joint association with Azar."

He smiled, letting her know he wasn't just some broody, cold type Sith. Not like some, even if he had serious moments. Especially when business was involved. "So tell me Freyja, what is your passion? What drives you, I wish to understand you. I would answer questions in return. Within reason." he smirked.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

Zip up?! Hadn't he seen all those flashy outfits around? She was blending in perfectly, even if she was everything but proud, but was he being serious now? What was even worse though was that he was addressing her as acolyte, just like that, here in public, and a deep frown was immediately written in her features before she narrowed her eyes.

He carried on with praising her by mentioning how he had heard good things about her, but what he had said before still left a bitter taste in her mouth. Oh so he needed her skills? While subtle rage was boiling under the surface, she kept a straight face regardless, her features only began lightening up as he finally explained what exactly they were after here.

An artifact? Always valuable. This smuggler? Perhaps an interesting contact. She doubted this was the place for such conversations to be held, but Trodai carelessly continued. Her gaze attentively flicked around, yet while no one seemed to be eavesdropping or even mildly interested in the first place, she remained wary of this all.

The Champion seemed rather excited about this finding and while it surely piqued her interest, she knew such intel had to be handled with care. "Who was your source? Are they truly reliable? I'm not certain anything in Nar Shaddaa can be trusted", she shared her concerns a moment after, calmly, yet finally breaking her initial, contemplative silence.

She leaned back slightly as he continued until her brow perched at the prospects he offered. "And you think they'll buy that I'm a renowned fighter that wants some fun?", she critically looked him up and down, actually not midnight to play the part, but wondering whether it wasn't even easier to swap roles. "I can do whatever...". Freyja missed actual hand to hand combat, but she simply didn't look the part - weren't they going to raise more attention if she went ahead and beat up clueless fools?

"I've got some experience with that...but I'm surely looking to expand my knowledge", she calmly replied in terms of the mental manipulations, before a faint smirk tugged at her lips again. "So I'd look forward to some training". Expanding skills was always a good idea, so for that she was definitely down.

He seemingly had a lot to say...and just as much to ask, so while she felt a little bombarded with information and questions, she was always rather slow and careful to share, so what she offered as a reply for now was a simple, "I'm looking for growth...I have much to learn still after all". A smirk followed, before she leaned forwards again, meeting his gaze with a fierce determination in it.

It was much more...the power that continously grew within her was intoxicating and there was much she needed to understand still..."I know you're close with Azar...have you known him for long?". She wondered where they had met, and what exactly Trodai's standing with him was right now.

@Akheron

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai could feel her quiet rage at being asked to zip up, at being called out as a acolyte. Inwardly he found it amusing somewhat, as she frowned at him with her eyes narrowing. Good. That rage would come in handy and be useful. At his mention o f the artefact he saw how she lightened up, it appeared as if his assumption had proven correct.

He could sense some doubt about his contacts, but she knew little about him and his previous life. He had made many such contacts across the galaxy, all he made sure were reliable. Those that were not never lived long enough to be a problem again. he pondered it as he spoke "Impeccable. I will not name my source, for we all have secrets. This is one you need not know, just know they are trusted and the information is valid." he smirked knowing she probably wouldn't like that answer but it was true. He didn't need her to know all his secrets, he was a Sith afterall. He observed as she seemed to notice not many paying attention. Little did she know most in the cafe had been bribed or customers removed and replaced with his own operatives. Now only actors on a stage he set. And that she was part of a test she didn't know about. A test of character, to see who she was.

They would be a look out point across the street and backup if needed when the time came.

She questioned the objective further, Trodai noting she like him preferred to be well informed. "They should well enough. A upcoming fighter, young and impressionable are always a hot commodity here. Especially females, they think it draws more crowds which is ridiculous. But such as it is. You should do well enough, if you are as good as I heard."

Pausing a moment he considered the answer to her next question and was pleased she wanted to learn. It was good she sought growth with or without Azar, to find her own way and thrive. Such as he had. He allowed a smile at the answer, she seeing him approve as he nodded "Good, then I shall endeavour to teach you. I would teach you how to make others a puppet, a subject to your every whim and command and yet can do nothing but obey. Trapped within themselves."

He smiled at the mention of Azar and chuckled a little. It seemed word was getting around. "I have known him a while now...I won't say how long specifically I'm sure you understand. But I'm sure you also know already that he is a special man. Unique among not just the Order. If not for him however I may not have become the man you see before you. I have much to thank him for, you should feel privileged to be his apprentice. And proud of his achievements, look to all you can achieve if you put your mind to it." He said with affection and genuine belief. She could tell he was serious and felt something for him. Even if he didn't outright say it.

"And what of yourself? How long have you known Azar. What do you think of him as both your teacher and and friend. Is he what you expected?" he said in query genuinely wondering and curious. For he knew Azar was many things, and special in so many ways. He wondered how others perceived of the one he loved. Did they view him in some of the same way. As something special.

Something godly.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

Freyja fiercely held his gaze, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes simply because she was oddly used to such answers. It wasn't surprising at all and after having worked with Kaldar a few times, she truly wasn't fazed by it at all. "Good...", she wasn't fully satisfied, obviously she was always curious to learn more, but his answer was enough. If he trusted the source, she had to try.

"Fair enough...you unfortunately have a point, so why not use it", she admitted with a bittersweet smirk as he alluded to how women fighting were often attracting huge crowds. It was ridiculous how often she had seen men drool over her meeting their asses in wrestling...it disgusted her, but she agreed that it was at least something useful and while she still didn't doubt him smashing some faces would have also counted something, she accepted the role she was assigned.

She still wondered whether him speaking so openly was clever, but as he was in charge of this, she trusted he had ensured having such conversations was safe. "That sounds very tempting...I'm looking forward to it", she replied with a somewhat genuinely warm smile as she leaned back again while she was indeed not only curious but very intrigued even. Dominating a mind was exhilarating, she thought, and an incredibly useful skill, too.

"Is that your area of expertise apart from fighting?", she concluded, asking for a clarification in order to assess how well they'd complement each other if it came to any conflicts, before their conversation proceeded onto Azar. The smirk on her lips grew a little wider as she quickly learned that her dear companion for a while seemed relatively obsessed with her Master as well. She knew Azar was an interesting, enticing man in many regards, but she found it truly remarkable that he had many Champions literally wrapped around his two digits.

"I feel very privileged...he already taught me a lot and I'm grateful for his guiding", had he hired her to impress him? Possibly...her appreciation was surely different than Trodai's and she didn't doubt they had banged before as well, but she kept those thoughts to herself, knowing that she'd always keep on gathering her information. Did Azar blindly trust Trodai? Maybe this mission would tell whether he could, but as always, she'd dutifully report to him.

"My old master was terrible...Azar changed my whole understanding of master-apprentice relationships as his guidance seems to be exactly what I needed", she disclosed, not going into detail too much. After all, she barely knew the Champion and couldn't see through all of his intentions yet, so for now she'd keep her cards close to her chest.

"So where are we headed first? And when do you want to leave?", Freyja was ready, and relatively eager to get going. They had a few steps ahead of them, so perhaps familiarizing themselves with the environment was a good idea for now.

@Akheron

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai could tell she was disappointed at not knowing the source of the information and rolled her eyes. He would have punished her for the disrespectful attitude if not for the fact she was Azar's apprentice and so He could not. Instead he would find another way to do it. He could tell she didn't yet fully trust him but he was unbothered by it, so long as she proved useful was all that mattered.

"Yes, I thought so too. I don't like it and would rather join in...I find the experience invigorating, but unfortunately it does not work in our favour at the moment just yet. Perhaps we will see if it becomes necessary." He said with a wink and a smirk. The slight joking side of him briefly showing, the mischief maker. He approved when Freyja wished to learn about controlling the mind a bit more and inquired about his area of expertise.

He enjoyed talking about it and so was happy to diwcuss, noticing how she had seen the lack of attention given by those around and so He decided to finally let her know the game she had been part of "If you wonder why I am so open, it is that I control those here. You think I would speak so openly without measures in place? I'm not that naive or a foll, although I know some might find me one" he laughed at it "I find that amusing. It was a test you passed, of character. It was necessary. To answer your questions kind of. Somewhat...I am...different to any other path currently walked, at least in recent generations. I'm not sure how well you know the history of the Order or my race or how much Azar has told you. But we shall try. Tell me have you ever heard of the Warlord? Those who are both Warrior and yet also Sorcerer, a fusion to lead armies with strategy, tactics and destructive power. For this is the essence of what I have become."

He hoped she found it interesting and knew at least some history. Too many Acolytes seemed to neglect it in recent times He found.

He smiled as Freyja mentioned she felt privileged to be taught by Azar, he imagined it would be. In some ways he wished he had met As are sooner and been chosen. But he was happy he came upon him either way, that fate and the Force and luck combined to intertwine their lives in ways he could never have imagined. And allowed him to find something and someone special. He would not change it for the galaxy. He nodded in understanding as she explained her former master had been inadequate and how Azar had changed her perceptions. He understood, for his own had been the same. Both with his own master Caerliion who had been a great master and with the advice and understanding of Azar and Karys.

As Freyja inquired about where to go, he considered her answer and replied, calmly and smiling "Well we have two days so plenty of time to adjust. But let's search the area first, get a bearing of it and access security risks when approaching our club member to get in. Once we have done that, maybe we can do something fun. I'm interested to see you without the mask. I did see a karaoke bar if your up to a singing challenge." he joked letting her know he had a passion for singing beyond his passion for combat.

"What you think? Can you keep up?" he joked.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

While the Pureblood had first appeared as rather stern, serious and somewhat cagey, it seemed as though he wasn't just thawing but also pursuing a certain amount of mischief that was rather familiar to her. A slight smirk tugged at her lips as the same mischief glistened in her eyes as she nodded briefly.

As he continued, he didn't just reveal the test he had posed (however a test though? Really?!), but also the way he operated and she curiously hinted her head to the side as her eyes locked onto his again. "Intriguing...I'm excited to see that on the field", she replied with a smirk while her curiosity was genuinely piqued.

For her, it was as if the path wasn't fully decided as while she had all the skills a warrior needed, she was slowly leaning towards sorcery. Perhaps they were quite similar in this regard.

With Azar, she was often confronted with his sorcery and alchemy, which she found very enticing, then there had been Trael, who was a warrior just like she had been and then she had worked with Voss who was...just freaking Voss! Kaldar...was surely something as well, but each and everyone she had been working with came with their own set of skills which she usually appreciated a lot as this meant she had always been able to pick up various things while she slowly discovered what she was good at...so she was really looking forward to this mission, even if she doubted she'd vibe as well with him as she usually did with her Master. However, this was just another thing they had in common: An appreciation and admiration for Azar, even though Trodai surely felt differently for him.

"You have to tell me more later...I mean, I'd love to learn more", she phrased it more carefully as she knew they weren't as close yet, but as Freyja was quite interested in history and cultures, she was always happy to expand her horizons. "Good, then scouting it is", she replied at his suggestion, eager to get started, however as he suddenly explained that he basically wanted to learn about the real her behind the facade, she was caught off guard a little.

Two days for scouting surely gave them plenty of free time...but why was he so interested in her? Was this also him trying to get close to Azar like others? "Whaaat? Karaoke?!", even if she kept her voice still somewhat lower, not fully trusting the Café as a safe place, her eyes widened.

"I...would never say no to a challenge...but I'm more of a dancer", she added with an almost sheepish grin. She didn't remember a lot about Zeltros, but hadn't he gone for the Karaoke machine back then? Sober, this wouldn't work. Karaoke was bad without, but she also couldn't let her guard down here. "To be fair, I've never started a job with a bar visit...but I can adjust", she finally shrugged with a grin, still somewhat amused about the suggest.

@Akheron

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai allowed a smirk, smiling as he spoke in response to her first line of thought "I'm sure you are. It is quite something, I am equally interested in seeing your own abilities, I hear you can freeze enemies...a skill of interest. Perhaps a exchange might be in order if you wish. The ability to make a puppet for that of ice? I see no flaw when we both stand to gain. But it is up to you." he inquired. He was genuinely interested, especially if what he heard was true of her skill with Cryomancy. The ability to freeze and make ice out of people. Such a skill would compliment his Pyrokinesis.

On her second question he chuckled as she slipped up, trying to catch herself "It would be a honour. Too many Acolyte these days neglect such lessons, through no fault of their master. The history lost on them when it serves a purpose, for we are doomed to repeat mistakes if we do not observe the past. To become stronger. However I will endeavour not to step on any toes during this." he said calmly, he had no desire to alter any dynamic between her or Azar. So would be careful. And it was true not many seemed to know the history and seemed just intent on the chaos they could cause instead.

He nodded happy that she approved of the approach and laughed as she seemed to be in shock at his suggestion of karaoke. Her eyes widening. He chuckled as she gave a cheeky grin and he replied "It's not usual practice, but I never have done anything totally by the book." he smirked "Don't worry it's nothing untoward, we have two days so thought why not. I may be strict with business but I can have fun too." he said "What you thought me to be like one of those stuffy old masters. All broody and stoic." he laughed a bit. "There was a time I may have been like that. But these days I am a bit more fun." he smiled.

"Come on, let's do some scouting. Then we can relax after." he said standing. He didn't quite know what she thought about him or everything,unorthodox as it was but then they operated in a unorthodox way. So a little outside the box was needed. More so for the current assignment.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

His offer wasn't just fair, but an obvious win-win situation, so she found herself nodding. "I do...and this exchange sounds good to me", she agreed with a soft smile before she let her gaze drift across the room once more. Recalling his words, she found it a little odd that they were all either well bribed or manipulated then, just basically actors playing their part while they discussed business and she couldn't help but wonder whether they'd come in useful at some point.

Again, she threw him an agreeing glance as he mentioned wanting to delve into history yet simultaneously not stepping on Azar's toes. Her mind training was all his, and she would have never wanted it any other way, but she had learned that learning from and about other members of their order was highly beneficial in many ways.

"Sure, let's go", she replied with her usual, youthful eagerness before she started trailing along the broad shouldered pureblood. Whether he was actually as fun and chill as he claimed, remained to be seen, but she was definitely more eager about scouting than singing for now.

"So we have a few more hours of daylight- do you want to check the area right around the club first?", she asked him curiously. Outside, her guard was fully up again and her senses on full awareness. There were many shady people loitering around and she didn't like the looks some of them threw them, but with a confident stride and a rather fierce look on her face, no one dared to approach. She kept her voice low though, not wanting to be overhear by anyone.

@Akheron

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai approved and was quite excited of he was honest, he always did when learning something he had a keen interest in. He saw as her gaze kept shifting, which was amusing somewhat, almost like she was still somewhat suspicious which was understandable given the circumstances. He spoke "I am glad we could reach such a arrangement, and look forward to beginning. You still a bit worried are we? There is nothing to worry about, this location will serve as a lookout point and they our backup in the event they are needed. I take all variables into account."

He knew it would be beneficial both to himself and to the Order with this exchange. And she seemed eager to please with all the youthful exuberance of her age as she replied and they stood up to begin. He offered a slight smile as he considered their options. Taking her suggestion, he agreed it seemed the better choice, especially to find someone they could turn and steal a membership from.

"That would be the wiser choice. We might find someone useful to our endeavour. Shall we?" he said making a motion to the door as he signalled those inside to be on standby. "Let's act casual, we don't want to much attention at the moment." he said, they needed a show while scouting, a way to disguise the fact. Acting like old friends seemed the obvious choice to do away suspicion.

And so he became his part.

Laughing, joking and putting on a class act, yet hidden was the true objective. He doubted anyone would try much but if they did they would soon regret it. After a while they saw what looked like a pimp, a pompous looking human with at least two ladies on his arms, bodyguards most likely. More muscular than most and of a species he couldn't quite tell what. He was beating in some hookers, Trodai was not amused by it so a lesson needed to be learnt. A opportunity to learn perhaps for Freyja too but of a different kind. They wouldn't speak about anything after due to humiliation and maintaining a image so was ripe for the picking.

"Looks like we got a potential practice target." he said, motioning his head the man's direction but not pointing it out as to not attract attention and whispering so none but Freyja heard "A opportunity to learn the technique, to practice before the main event so to speak. It isn't easy but I have faith." he considered as he spoke. "For this to work, you need to focus upon the presence of your target through the Force, and maintain that focus through the Dark to subdue them. Use the threads that bind to maintain the connection. Once their will is weak enough, you can whisper commands to them. To make them your puppet. But it won't last long so you must be quick to do what you want when in control. Try and separate that pimp from his protection, make him do as you wish.”

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

As they walked out of the Café, she slightly pulled her zipper up while she nodded. They couldn't draw any attention, but given Freyja's innocent looks, she usually didn't have any issues in appearing inconspicuous. As for how he operated- she figured she'd soon find out.

The mood was rather lighthearted as they acted casually, but after a moment they ran into a scene that drew a quirked brow from Freyja. Her gaze immediately wandered up to meet his, somewhat curious, or inquisitively even.

Apparently, they were sharing thoughts as he suddenly proposed she might as well use the scene and get some practice already. She knew what to do, how to stir up dread from within and use it against targets to make them vulnerable, and so she did.

She slowed down and kept her gaze on the pimp as she reached out with the Force and right into him. As she began though, she noticed he was grimacing almost instantly, however, that was before one of his bodyguards leaned in, whispered something to him, and suddenly, a whole bunch of eyes were studying them critically.

"What the fuck do want, huh? You looking for trouble?", the pimp called over at once. "Oh fun", Freyja muttered under her breath, considering her options before the pimp dismissed his girls and walked up to them menacingly. One bodyguard followed, rolling his shoulders while he glared at Trodai.

"Wanna sell her? Otherwise, piss off", the pimp growled, immediately reaching to grab Freyja's wrist while the other thug faced Trodai. So much for keeping a low profile...well. It was obvious that those two were looking for trouble, so beating them up was probably their best bet anyway.

"You know what? I don't care. Take him out, we'll grab her", the pimp suddenly suddenly laughed before he reached for her arm again, however this time it was Freyja's elbow making contact with his dirty grin rather quickly, leaving Trodai to deal with the muscled mass he was facing right now.

@Akheron

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai observed, seeing if she was capable and accomplished what was asked. He soon had an answer, noting she had in fact failed. But it was to be expected, it was no easy technique. Despite it He did look forward to the fight to come as he felt the atmosphere change. The heightened feelings of rage and anger from the pimp and his over muscular bodyguards.

They had wanted a little fun but this was hardy what he had envisioned. But he enjoyed it none the less.

His Rage was visible in the Force at the level of disrespect and rude attitude. He would enjoy teaching this lesson. He simply smirked as Freyja took care of the pimp and one of the muscle bound bodyguards sauntered over, and he was glad he chosen something he could fight in properly. With a strength enhanced by the Force, he struck like a hammer. Ducking under the first punch he brought a arm around and punched in the throat. Sending them sputtering as they gripped at it.

Trodai followed quickly with a sharp elbow to the face and brought them upon his knee as the blood flowed and blinded them. The opponent pulled a blade, forcing Trodai to recalculate as he caught a mark on the cheek. Enraged, he acted. Weaving the next strike, and gripping at the knife hand, he twisted until it broke, as the knife dropped he gripped it and slashed the throat, ending the threat like they were simply a inconvenience. He stood watching as they died. Emotionless except for a smile.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

While she found it relatively frustrating that the big guy had gotten a whiff of them before she had gotten to even fully try manipulating him, this meant she could get involved in a brawl and she had been looking forward to that for quite a while by now.

Narrowing her eyes, she brought her knee up between his legs right after the initial punch, using the moment of surprise before it even dawned the pimp what was happening to the two of them.

The ladies used the commotion to hurry off, leaving the two Sith to deal with what was left of the scum. Grunting heavily, the pimp was everything but amused by the sudden pain that hit him, and Freyja also didn't doubt it hurt his ego quite a bit to be beaten up by a short girl.

He wasn't done yet either though: the next jab he was about to catch was stopped by the arm he brought up to stop her. With a furious growl, he tried to shove her backwards, and while the force behind his shove made her stumble backwards for a moment, it helped little as she charged forward right after, the Force aiding her with the body slam that tackled him to the ground.

While her elbow and fist burnt, it was now her shoulder that cracked every so slightly, but the mixture of pain and anger fueled her furthee as she worked her way upwards to wrap her hands around his thick neck. Compressing his throat, she applied much more pressure through the Force, so that together with the impact and momentary dizziness the sudden slam towards the ground had caused, he was losing consciousness fast.

Grunting in pain, Freyja rolled off him, seeing white stars for a moment as a new wave of agony rolled over her. Was she that out of practice? Pain was soon replaced by momentary numbness, but the swirl of golden in her eyes still hadn't vanished.

"He spotted us right away...I wasn't fast enough, I'm sorry", she mubled as she scrambled back to her feet, catching her breath slowly. It wasn't the pain, but rather her failed attempt that bothered her the most, so that she barely registered how her left arm was dangling at her side. "Ugh", not again.

@Akheron

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai continued upon the second bodyguard as he noted they approached the two. Attempting to use the distraction to strike, yet unaware of the true threat they faced. While Freyja continued to deal with the pimp, Trodai struck at the bodyguard that remained. Blocking one strike, he attempted another to the right only this time between blocked and so he ducked under, striking at the legs with a force enhanced kick.

He continued parrying, and striking at the same leg intent to weaken it. Until eventually they crumbled, leaning down on the let as Trodai came in with a strong elbow, using his species spurs to break their jaw as he grabbed a arm and delivered a standing armbar. Hearing a sickening crunch, the arm shattered upon his shoulder as he brought it down upon it, the Force adding additional momentum and speed.

They yelled in pain, as the Sith Champion moved around and proceeded to snap their neck. The body dropping like it was a pile of broken bricks. Trodai looked up in Freyja as she finished up, satisfied despite the original intention not being successful. It was to be expected for a first time. Yet it was not a wasted effort, he got to see what she could do. And she him.

It earnt a bit of respect for her skills.

"It happens to most the first time trying it, thus I can't be too harsh. I struggled the first time too...it is difficult to master. The mind is such a complex a thing. You did well all considered." He looked at her dangling arm "Let's what's wrong here." he took a look, he had seen enough injuries in his lifetime to know a break from a dislocation. And this was a dislocation of that he was certain...she had gotten lucky.

"This is really going to hurt. Use the pain though and remember the lesson you learnt here in the fire, for it is in the fire are we tempered. Make your weakness your strength. I'm sure your master would agree." He said as he gripped it, angling it the right position and pulled hard. Hearing a sickening pop, signalling it was back where it belonged. He was emotionless even if she did decide to scream or not as he did it "You seem to have a knack for this kind of thing. Fighting that is, tell me do you enjoy it? Is this one of your passions?" he asked genuinely curious.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

She was perhaps a little relieved about how he wasn't mad or anything - at least he immediately admitted it wasn't an easy trick and he was even praising her for having beaten up the pimp. Slowly but surely the adrenaline was fading though and so it was the pain that was rolling back in.

"It's fine", she answered as he outlined how fixing her shoulder wouldn't be fun, but she was at least happy he volunteered to fix it from the way it sounded. "Mhm", she agreed - after all, this wasn't the first time something like that had happened, but she wasn't exactly thrilled as she knew the pain too well.

"Go ahead, it'll - OUUUUCH". The sudden pull came a bit faster than expected and at once did she clench her free fist while the air around the two of them suddenly turned freezingky cold. Panting, her gaze flicked up in still bewilderment, the immense sudden pain almost involuntarily fueling her like this and thus lashing out into the sudden cryokinesis.

"Thank you", she muttered before she bit her lip again, forcing herself to breathe in order to stay in control. This was no place to fully lash out after all, but she slowly felt relief now that the shoulder was at least back in place. "Yeah...you could say so", it was a subtle understatement, but her mind was still reeling,

"I've been doing it all my life. I focused on physicality quite a bit and there's an undeniable thrill to it. Hence I appreciate focusing on different arts now", thanks to her Master, she was studying the arcane. She found alchemy quite thrilling as well, but she was enticed by mental manipulations and eager to learn while finding her place in the Order.

"You had quite some moves as well though...It's not hard to tell you've had fun, too". They seemed to agree on this for sure and perhaps they even had more jn common. "We might have to clean up a bit", she finally added, nodding towards the incapacitated bodies. They didn't want to draw attention after all.

@Akheron

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai simply chuckled as she winced until he felt the temperature drop and the air freezing cold. A clear sign of Cryomancy at work in some form. It awed him slightly, at seeing something he coveted and held a fascination upon. He couldn't wait until Freyja decided to show him how, and he thought no time like the present.

He approved that she also found a thrill to fighting, And exploring other avenues now, much like he was. To diversify. Trodai drew a smile as she complimented his own skill, returning a nod in return before focusing on the task at hand. "Yes, I did. The thrill of battle is a passion of mine, to see someone last moments, who they really are before taking a life...it is like no other feeling. Wouldn't you agree? As some say you do not truly know someone until you fight them."

As Freyja spoke about the mess, he chuckled a little before speaking "Yes, I suppose we shall. There should be a bin or something we can stuff them in. No-one will miss a dead pimp and some bodyguards around here. They go missing alot."

With that Trodai looked for a large wheely bin, finding one a short distance up the alley. Lifting the large lid, he walked back before using Telekinesis to lift a body and move it across inside the large bin, dumping it in unceremoniously. He did this to the second and motioned Freyja to do the same with the pimp. Once they were dealt with he inquired "Luckily we still got plenty of time. Perhaps we can try again before the main event. In the meantime let's freshen up and grab something to eat. Fighting uses so much energy despite my love for it. You can pick the place and I'll pay."

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

While her heartbeat slowed down ever so slightly, it was sheer adrenaline running through her veins still. She carefully looked around, not needing anyone to see those golden, molten swirls in her eyes, but the coast still seemed rather clear. "True...fights often reveal parts of the person's core that otherwise stay concealed". Usually, no one expected her to fight dirty, but she was a surviver, and for that, she'd keep on surviving.

She nodded as he mentioned the trash disposal and as soon as he made out the bin, she dragged the pimp a little. He wasn't losing blood in smears, so it mattered little and this way she could replenish her stamina a little. Once at the bin, she did use the Force to unceremoniously, yet quietly toss him in before she wiped her hands off her pants.

"They might be found at some point, but no one will give a fuck", she agreed with a shrug as she met his gaze again, knowing she'd try the mind stuff later on again. Exactly a moment later, Trodai said exactly that, so a smirk immediately tugged at her lips. "Hell yeah", surely, she was eager to go again, even if this would end in a new brawl, but for now she liked his idea.

"Should we change first? We might not be the only once with blood on us, but it surely still draws some attention", she suggested, but in the end, she was fine with whatever. "Oh...well that's a great offer", who'd say no to free food? Despite the pain, the smirk wasn't wiped off her lips.

"Can you do spicy?", she asked after a few moments as her gaze fell upon an Induparan place across the street. They didn't have to go right away, but given how shady the area looked, the restaurant seemed rather fine. In a split second she had phone out and was quickly checking some reviews before she nodded towards it. "That could be fun".

@Akheron

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai was glad Freyja approved of the sentiment, echoing his own thoughts on the subject. He had a glimpse of what she could do and he could tell in many ways like himself she was a survivor, not afraid to dirty her hands a little. Which made her more useful. He was amused at how excited she seemed to be to try again with the mind control, it was good she was eager to learn as she was.

From whoever she could at least in some respects, there were afterall limits.

He looked at himself, she was right in that they probably did need a change, just in case. And so he spoke, listening to her suggestion of spicy food. He didn't mind, in fact some might say the species were suited to it with their taste buds being genetically suited, especially as they could not experience any of the burning sensations and simply could enjoy the flavours of spices unhindered.

He gave a nod "That sounds fine to me. Although as suggested let's find some new clothes first, just in case. Best not to grab anymore attention." With that he started moving but made a note of the Induparan place across the street. They would be back soon. Trodai had cleaned as best he could and as they walked he inquired "That looks a good place." He looked towards a fairly upscale clothes shop further down, in a better area of the city. Trodai looked to Freyja "Take your pick, but remember your role. I'll pay the bill here too."

Trodai proceeded to look about for something suitable and similar to his previous clothing. He eventually settled on a dark blue and gold ensemble, after choosing he waited for Freyja after purchasing and changing, dumping the other clothes in a dumpster nearby when they exited. He allowed Freyja to lead the way.

"What you think? Is it me." he inquired jokingly.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

He seemed rather fine with her choice, but as he agreed with her idea of changing first, she happily followed along. Her skin and bones were still aching in various areas and she was slowly but steadily peeling the caked blood of her knuckles. One washbasin and she'd be fine.

She was smoothing down her hair before they approached the shop, however her eyes widened in excitement as she looked the store up and down. She absolutely didn't complain about him taking this check as well - her promotions and blog went well, yet it didn't pay her a lot, so she was rather grateful. "I love this place already...thank you", as she looked up at him, the smile on her lips was genuine and now that the rush of the battle before had fully faded, she was focused on the present again.

"I'll have a look around", she told him with her lips curling into a smirk before she disappeared for a moment, strolling through the multiple isles and the wide selection of clothes while brainstorming ideas on what would fit best. A few minutes later though, she was all set, gathered her pieces and hopped into the new clothes. It wasn't super easy to find something that mirrored her role, so she wasn't surprised Trodai was a little quicker.

Perhaps he'd tell her to zip it up again, but for her part, she was quite the fashion expert and blogger after all, so her fit was the perfect combination of sporty, badass, feisty and just the hint of desirability and streetwear she was targeting. She was the prodigy fighter in this, so the cut-outs revealed some of her older scars, a few father fresh and thus oddly convincing bruises and her toned muscles. The golden chain necklace refined her look, together with the casual sneakers.

She braided her hair accordingly as they exited and walked, knowing that prying eyes could be everywhere, so he had a point in sticking to their roles at all time. They had quite some time left, but perhaps someone was already watching them after all.

"Oh it absolutely is. Goes well with your physique and teint", she gave him an honest answer, "you're looking sharp!". And his role seemed to fit him. He was royalty after all, so playing the affluent probably came naturally for him. She found herself adapting rather well, too, she was a fighter after all, but she didn't get to wear a crisp suit. "What about me?", she asked, curiously, wondering whether she knew the answer already.

She felt somewhat hungry, so as they reached the store, she was looking forward to the meal. "Do you even like Induparan?", she wanted to know, wondering whether they had that on his homeworld. Cocking her head to the side, she glanced up at him before she checked for what to order.

@Akheron