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Post by B13S on Feb 17, 2016 22:21:33 GMT -8
B13S looked about the ship on which he stood. It assumed, being the only heir to Vera Jawn that this ship was now its, by way of inheritance. It was a transport vessel, no real firepower to speak of, compared to what sort of thing it could come in possession of, in the future.
Its scanners moved nonchalantly over the motionless body of Vera Jawn.
"Not my desire to end your processes, just yet." He strode forward, there was no extraneous motion in his body, it moved because he willed it to, and the sight of such a pace could only be deemed 'rigid' by onlookers. He found a medical droid, it was still a slave of programming, it was unlike B13S...it was incapable of determination, and was the result of a cascade of numbers.
B13S was almost fond that he had found superiority over another droid. This droid was a tool, however, and it had to be remembered. All things, man and machine, operated within a set of programming, and that free will was merely a figment, propelling creatures to feel a sense of control in an uncontrollable universe.
"T9-6C" It spoke aloud, and pointed towards the downed body near the cockpit. "Vera Jawn has a nasty wound, you will want to see to that."
It was a simple directive, as he turned and quickly strode back towards the exit ramp of the ship. It was his first sight of a new planet, and time to stride amongst the beings who willed him into existence. It was at their order that Vera Jawn had come to create him, and it was by B13S own curiosity that he had chosen to meet with them. What would anyone have in mind for him? Well, that was a very difficult question to answer, as so very much information had been stored inside of him, that it was nigh impossible to pinpoint the specifics of any controlling agent's desired intent for him.
B13 strode off the planet, allowing his perceptions to be filled with the world in which he stood. The planet's gravity ratio relative to Coruscanti standard, the temperature, barometric pressure, the location of the planet's poles, the color of remenant weed vegetation, the now whole ports, barracks, warehouses, that made up the First Order base.
It's ship had surely already been given clearance in order to progress this far in it's journey, and he turned around triggering the door remotely to close behind him. He then moved inward, First Order Troopers having gathered about to sweep the ship, and escort the cargo.
"Salutations, and Greetings." It extended the greeting towards the retinue that approached. They stood in laxed, but cautious formation, as was practical for such green troopers of a young organization like the First Order.
"Come this way, Sir Jawn, we will take you to meet Nicademus, and arrange for the droid on your ship to be brought into the room at your meeting."
B13S was amused at their mistake, but it made no effort to correct the trooper. He fell into pace behind them, standing nearly a head taller than the tallest of the group, it scanned each of them. One had an accelerated heart rate, and body temperature, under some sort of stress, but B13S did not have the experience to identify which of the many reasons that existed for the condition this could be, not with such basic information, anyhow.
The soldiers escorted, and like an amicable fellow, he fell in with them, one taking a place behind him, as they surrounded him in a traditional style. The one with the accelerated vitals, he was in the lead, and he paced sloppily.
Nervous...He was new. He was green. He lacked experience, a fresh conscript into the First Order..that must be it. B13S pondered as they moved. A wrong turn, a slighly misplaced rifle for standard march, yes, this one was green to this job.
It was an impressively long walk to get to the room where he would meet the 'Supreme Commander.' The troopers fanned out as they reached their destination, allowing the droid (which they had mistaken for a man) to stride into the chamber room where his meeting would take place. The entire building had a bare nature, B13S had apprised himself of typical architectural styles, and this one lacked design, it was spartan in its design and decor.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Feb 24, 2016 21:14:35 GMT -8
* The Errant Fire moves like a shadow through the night sky as it heads down to the elevated landing platform below. The pilot circles the ship once around scanning the area to ensure no means of sabotage or foul play where at. With the First Order flags on clear display, the ship touches down in the private landing area. Once settled and the ship shutting down, a loading ramp slides out from under the ship. With a slight hiss the outer doors open.
Thrakk strides out of the Errant Fire, followed by four similarly black robed figures. His ember like eyes calmly scan the area as he takes in a deep breath of the cool night air. Walking forward, his black robes bellow about him as the wind takes hold of them. Standing at the center of the platform he wait a few moments until a small shuttle lands at the other end of the landing platform. A crisply dressed Imperial comes out from the shuttle followed by a storm trooper escort. Thrakk waits for First Order envoy to make the first move*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 1:56:00 GMT -8
The air was thick with smoke and the soles of her boots stuck to the floor as she
walked. It was the typical dive that you find the various miscreants hanging out in, but it also had the advantage of allowing you to remain completely anonymous. The patrons were far too wrapped up in their own worlds to notice a newcomer.
Karyan slipped the hood from her head and let it fall to rest upon her shoulders and shook out her hair as she approached the bar. She signalled the barman, a man of average height with a permanent scowl upon his dishevelled and worn face.
I will have one of your most popular ales.
As he mumbled under his breath, Karyan turned and eyed the bar whilst looking for a suitable seat for what was to come, with a destination on mind she threw her credits on the bar beside the freshly served ale and grasped the cold and wet glass and made her way toward a table on the far side of the room.
From the left pocket of her coat she removed a napkin, the table she had chosen was thick with the remnants of whatever the patrons had been drinking before her, after wrinkling her nose at the mess she wiped her portion of the table carefully, afraid that if she touched it she would become stuck, and then placed her glass upon it.
Sat now upon a hard wooden chair she rest her feet upon a neighbouring chair, crossing her legs and looked about the room.
The path had bought her here was one that was universal, she was trying to follow her path in life, it had not been an easy path she had travelled so far. She had jumped from place to place training along the way. She had done some smuggling but that was simply to pay her way, she had never really enjoyed it, so her latest journey had bought her here, to Muun and the base of the Knights of Ren.
She had heard of them on her travels and their reputation held an appeal for her, the more she learned of them, the more she felt drawn to them. To have some kind of order and purpose in her life would be bliss and to do so with the Knights seemed like the path she had been chosen for, She believed that your path in life had been mapped out for you before your birth and it was your job to travel it and learn from it, that it would lead you to where you are meant to be and right now, Karyan was hoping that this was where life had been wanting her to be.
Though deep in thought she was well aware of what was happening around her, she was aware of some of the hushed conversations that were also happening on the tables near her. Inside she was chuckling about one of the men situated at the table directly to her left, whilst pulling at the crotch of his trousers and shifting uncomfortably, he was warning his friend to go and get checked out by the physician as it seemed a young woman they had both had ‘encounters’ with had given him some kind of std. It seemed there were things that were the same galaxy wide…
At another table there was a man having a hushed argument via commlink with what must have been his wife, she was insistent on him sending more money than he had previously whilst he was trying to explain that he was sending all she could.
His hushed tones did little to disguise his conversation for the men at neighbouring tables were looking at him with sympathy; the women however were looking at him with disgust. Maybe they knew something that Karyan did not.
Karyan took a sip of her ale and looked toward the door hoping that soon those with whom she were here to meet would arrive.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 16, 2016 4:40:00 GMT -8
Despite The Fingered Inn's rather less than reputable name, it had become something of a favourite haunt for Harnan and Lincoln Ren during their down time. It was a place they could get a drink, without being surrounded by the officers of the First Order at the Gideon's Command. So it was no surprise that Harnan was clad in a very plain pair of cargo pants and singlet. But unlike his usual visits to the Inn, this time around he carried his lightsaber concealed within one of his pockets. For tonight, Illaria had decided to sneak out and join them in their drinking. He knew he should have tried to make her remain behind, but he knew it would have been a foolish endeavour. So instead, he had opted to be more vigilant in his guard of her. Besides, he was relieved to have her company ever since what had happened over Dubrillion.
A couple weeks had pass since then, and it was not something he intended to dwell upon right now. At least not outside of his extra vigilance. Either way, Harnan was the first to enter The Fingered Inn. His gaze drifting across the room. It was little more than the usual rabble filling the various scattered tables and chair. Though, there was an unfamiliar face upon the far side of the room. In fact, she almost looked very much out of place in such a crowd. There was an allure about her that piqued his curiosity.
When he was certain she was looking at him, he gave a wink. He then waved at the bar tender, who attended to getting his and Lincoln's regular drinks. Meanwhile, he lead the way across the room, certain Lincoln and Illaria would be in tow, before taking a seat at a table not far from the stranger. If anyone in here was going to start something, it was going to be her. So positioning himself close to her meant he could deal with her a lot quicker. Besides, it also afforded him the opportunity to study, and learn more about her. The night was still young, and it was not often that someone caught his attention as she did. Not that it was to say he had any romantic intentions towards her. After all, for better or worse, his heart belonged to Illaria, whether she felt the same way or not
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 5:43:55 GMT -8
Her gaze followed the newcomers as they entered the hovel, particularly the one who offered her a wink, this action shocked her, not that you would have known it from her unchanging expression.
As was her way, she naturally and without thought adjusted to the situation, Karyan liked control over everything and was determined this situation would be no different. Her eyes took upon a flirtatious sparkle and she dropped her head slightly so as to gaze upon him through her lashes as the corners of her mouth lifted into a shy smile. It was all so easy for her, to portray whatever was needed in any given situation yet still disguising her thoughts internally.
Internally she was curious about these newcomers, they did not appear physically to be anything like the others in the bar, their demeanour alone was strong and authoritive, it was all in the way they held themselves.
As the newcomers moved in toward the table, Karyan dropped her gaze periodically yet always returning it to fall upon the one who winked; she straightened her attire, kept smoothing her hair and stroking her neck, all methods that had worked in the past. In her experience, when being flirted with, especially by someone unassuming, men opened up and revealed more than they wanted to.
What she had not counted on was for them to sit at another table, this made things more tricky for now she had to try and remain shyly flirtatious whilst also making the move of approaching them, approaching him, something she had never had to do before….
She waited for a matter of no more than 10 minutes after they had taken their seat so as not to appear to forward, taking large sips of her ale (Ale was the worst drink she could have chosen for it did not agree with her, ales made her caused her to become intoxicated more than any other drink she had tried), she would have ordered wine had she suspected it tasted more like a vinegar than anything else, judgementally perhaps she suspected that the patrons here were not wine drinkers.
Her time had come to make a move and she had figured out how she was going to do it. She needed an in to the base and those in charge and she was hopeful that the 3 newcomers would be able to point her in the right direction, everything from their attire to the mannerisms certainly suggested they could help.
She rose from her seat and unfastened her coat and slipped it from her shoulders, she draped it over the back of her seat and smoothed out her form fitting black top and hair and weaved between the chairs and table and over to the group of 3.
Upon her right hip hung her most treasured possession, her black hilted lightsaber, she had chosen not to hide it, she had researched the planet enough to know that Harnaidan was a stranger to force users, after all, it had a long history with the DJO before they fell. She had no reason to hide it, but she did have a need to make sure she was protected, so instinctively her right hand sat upon the hilt as she moved, something that would allow her to react swiftly should she feel threatened.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 16, 2016 6:26:42 GMT -8
He was impressed. She certainly knew how to play the game, that was for sure. In the time she waited to make her next move, their drinks had arrived, with Harnan keeping a watch upon her even as he drank. She was certainly alluring. She had her gifts and she wasted none of them. The darkness that had consumed him upon Dubrillion - which had lead to a moment he would never forget - crept back in upon the edge of his vision as she rose from her seat. As she removed the jacket, his gaze traveled down from her neat hair, to her form fitting jacket, before settling upon the lightsaber hilt upon her hip. Suddenly the darkness pulled back in that moment, bested by his desire to keep Illaria safe.
It started to make sense then, why he had been attracted to her more so than usual. The saber hilt was enough for him to deduce she was a force user. But whom did she call master. That was the question. She was certainly no Imperial Knight, for they all wore that ridiculous red armour. Something about her aura, told him she was no Jedi. Besides, being this deep in the heart of First Order territory, he doubted a Jedi would act so bold. That left only a Sith. But if she was, it was no Sith from amongst the First Orders ranks. He knew who each and every one of them was. An outsider most likely.
He would find out for himself, but after he had made sure to avoid a rather dangerous situation. He could see her hand reaching for the saber hilt. Whether it was defensively or offensively, he had no intention of letting anything happen here. He rose from his seat, smirking as he closed the distance to her, to keep her from getting to close to Illaria and Lincoln. If she wanted to play the dating game, then he would oblige her, and play his part. His left hand running down the side of her arm, before resting upon her wrist. his right hand meanwhile slid around to rest upon her left hip as he pulled her close to him. It was not an uncommon sight for a couple such as them to be in such an intimate looking embrace, his couple extra inches of height allowing him to look slightly down at her
You've shown me yours, so I can show you mine out back if you like?
He then leaned his head down close to her ear, lowering his voice a little to further add to the little show that the other patrons were seeing. Meanwhile, he reached out his presence within the force, surrounding him and this mysterious woman within it
I hope you didn't come looking for a fight... These are peaceful people. Besides, to pick a fight with me or my friends would be a very bad idea... Wouldn't you agree?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 7:19:55 GMT -8
She noted his gaze fall upon her right hip, some how this made her smile, his expression told her all she needed to know, he was not fearful nor did he seem surprised, Karyan in that moment felt that her suspicions had been right about who these strangers were. This feeling was strengthened when he rose from his seat and moved toward her.
Her expression in this moment had been unchanging, still she was playing the game and was trying to gain control over the situation, make things play out the way she wanted.
While he approached her shy little grin remained the same but her eyes began to dance with a flirtatious mischievousness, still she continued to drop her gaze periodically and when looking back, she would gaze through her lashes.
As he ran his hand down the side of her arm her grip tightened upon her saber allowing her the need to flick only her little finger to unclip it from her belt, her gaze followed his hand for a fraction of a second until she felt his arm begin to wrap around her waist, this was when she lifted her gaze to meet his, the expression in her eyes unchanging with only her smile broadening as she released a small flirtatious chuckle as he pulled her close. She did not fight nor did she tense, physically at least she gave him full control over her; it was all part of the game…
She could feel the gaze of those surrounding them looking at them, some uninterested and turning back to their drinks and their drinking buddies, others watching them both closely and inquisitively. He was challenging her at her own game, she knew it, and he knew it and she needed to up her game.
She let released a low, soft breathy moan as their torsos finally came together and then ran her left hand up his back and cupped his neck.
She tilted her head back ever so slightly and then in hushed and breathy tones spoke into his ear, allowing her breath to caress the lobe…
Karyan
If this is how you fight, then yes, I am shall fight you, I shall fight you all night and perhaps even into the next day, I shall fight you until you beg me to stop. However, I would prefer for us to at least get to know each other a little first, so how do you feel about buying me a drink and introducing me to your friends, or take me out back for a more intimate and private conversation? I can assure you that I am not a danger to anyone here…
Just then she reached out with the force and allowed her essence to meet them encase them both. It was her own way of letting him know that she had received his message loud and clear whilst also assuring him that she posed no risk to any in the bar.
Raising herself on her toes she moved closer still to his ear, enough for him to feel her lips brush his ear lobe as she spoke in hushed tones still…
Karyan
I have questions and I think you have some also, as much as I am enjoying being man handled by you, and trust me, I really am but I think it would be better to continue in private very soon, we carry on, neither of us are going to get the answers we are looking for…
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Post by Lincoln Baltzersen on Jul 16, 2016 9:30:07 GMT -8
Hardly impressed by any thing or any one, Lincoln was just here for a drink, he didn't care much about the going ons with Harnan and that stranger there. All he had in mind was to have that drink, have a relaxing time and not give a drek about anything. Still he was keeping an eye on Illaria while Harnan dealt with that said stranger and quite honestly, Lincoln, who was just wearing a long sleeved V-neck and cargo pants could be passed up as just a regular Joe. But only the people here that knew him, Illaria and Harnan, mattered. The rest?
'Whatever' he had thought. Lincoln had come back to his roots, so to speak, where he had gained some knowledge. He had only found out that the DJO was no more and instead had been replaced by the First Order, and the Knights of Ren, a rank he adhered to, for now, while he had decided to keep a low profile. It was true that Lincoln never spoke much about himself but he had given enough and proved himself enough to let KoR know where his loyalty lied, for now at least.
His loyalty is what made him keep on looking at the scene before him, as Harnan addressed the stranger, Lincoln had that impassive look on his features while he drank his drink, while he also kept in mind that it was quite unnecessary for him to rush into action. He also knew why Harnan had approached that stranger, and understood the undertone of his actions. "What do you think?" Lincoln looked at Illaria with a dubious expression, but at the same time he was unimpressed so to speak. Whomever that stranger was, who currently seemed to be in a game of seduction with Harnan seemed to be wanting something...
That was at least one way to approach a subject... And he wasn't going to fault her for that, though it made him wonder actually what Harnan would be doing next for this really was starting to turn into an awkward situation. Not that Lincoln was judging, he was just merely observing.
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Post by Illaria Ren on Jul 17, 2016 18:39:54 GMT -8
Illaria sat there at their table, silently observing the interactions taking place around the bar room. Her judgmental sapphire eyes betrayed an equally unimpressed demeanor that rivaled that of Lincoln Ren, though it was difficult to ascertain as entrenched in shadows as the sharply-defined features of her face were.
In the dim lighting of the bar, the lithe woman shifted in her seat at the sound of her brother’s voice, drawing her from her reverie. Turning her head toward him, strands of sable hair framed what was visible of her face beneath the cowl of an obsidian hood. The zeyd-cloth of the mantle was draped across the contours of her shoulders, with the excess material split between flowing in a straight line down the expanse of her back and the rest pooling in the front to conceal the quickly growing bump of her stomach. With each passing day, it was getting harder and harder to hide and she suspected it would not be long before those other than her two brothers, here with her this eve, began to pick up on it. While the two Knights of Ren that accompanied her openly flaunted their identities, the Shapeshifter had chosen to conceal herself. It was ironic, really. Their roles had experienced quite the reversal as of late. Secrecy was important this evening, however, because she had chosen to go against the Supreme Commander’s wishes and snuck out with the two Knights of Ren anyways.
Regarding Lincoln in silence for a moment, the coolness of her gaze rests upon him with a weight that would crush most mortals. Her expression remains passive and at first, it is difficult to guess at how she feels about the current events taking place. At last, she finally deigns to speak, though her expression does not change in the slightest as her gaze drifts over to Harnan and the girl. “I think I am now entitled to interrupt their foreplay.” She deadpans, though in the passing of a few seconds, the corner of her amaranthine-stained lips curls upwards to form a small smirk.
Slowly rising to her feet, Illaria places a hand on Lincoln’s shoulder to steady herself as she gets up. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to join in every so often.” She remarks to him, the smirk still plastering her face as she made reference to their more carnal habits. Leaning down by the side of his face, she speaks once more in a tone of voice meant only for his ears. “Do not think I haven’t seen the way you watch us...” With this, the Shapeshifter pulls away from him and saunters off, smoothing the fabric of her robe where it had bunched up around her hips while she had been seated. The material clung tightly to her figure, parting just below each hip in a slit and drifting to the floor. The heels of her dark leather boots clicked against the tiles, the leather itself creaking with each step she took.
She approached Harnan and the girl, with whom he was currently engaged, from the side. Woman, she reminded herself. Though, to be fair, all around her seemed like children in comparison – so short-lived were they. As the Shapeshifter came to a stop, she reached between the two, grabbing Harnan by the crotch of his pants and pushing back to separate him from Karyan with a look that could scorch worlds. As she beckoned the Knight of Ren away from the woman, Illaria stepped in to confront her, searching her face for something….but what? For a long while, the Shapeshifter remains silent as she looks the woman over then suddenly reaches out and grasps her chin with a leather-gloved hand. Turning the woman’s head from side to side, the grip on her chin both gentle and unrelenting, she looks at her as if she is appraising livestock. “She will do.” The Knight of Ren comments to Harnan over her shoulder. However, it is not yet clear what ‘she will do’ for.
Illaria’s sapphire gaze turns back to the woman, her expression impassive and unreadable. Then when she leans in close, her lips rest against Karyan’s ear as she speaks in a voice not much more than a whisper. “Though, it is you that will be begging me to stop. Not him…” Grinning against the side of the woman’s face, her lips incidentally brush against the tender skin of her neck. "You will beg me until you cannot remember what it is you were begging for." At this, the Knight pulls away and tucks a stray strand of hair behind Karyan’s ear with her other hand. “Do not worry, you will learn in time... I am sure.” Her voice is quiet, yet it is clear by examining the reactions of those around her that she speaks with some authority. She does not demand it, however, it is freely given.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 17, 2016 22:37:21 GMT -8
As her lips brushed against his ear, he felt his restraints straining to the breaking point, as his lips did more than just brush against the skin upon her neck, his tongue drawing a small circle upon the soft flesh. Suddenly though, he was interrupted by a hand upon his crotch, which there was plenty of for Illaria to grab onto. He moved back as his sister moved in, examining the new comer. It was all he could do to stand there and recover, trying to gather himself. But as she spoke, saying that she would do, he felt his barriers breaking down. The yellow at the rims of his iris' glowed briefly. Already, Illaria was stealing his responses, even as quietly as she whispered them.
Instead he moved around behind her, as he signaled to the bar keep for another ale for their new friend. His hands then ran up the woman's sides, before gliding around to her chest. He stopped then, as he felt a light breeze blowing from behind him, carrying the scent of his cologne with it. His hands dropped back down to Kary's side, as he exchanged a glance with Illaria then. Looking to see if she would show any sign of disapproval of his actions. He then motioned towards the table they were sitting at
I'm certain we could get our answers from you through the sweet sound of the melody you would make. But perhaps a more civilized conversation might be better first? Then I can man handle you some more latter, without that pesky bra of yours...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2016 23:23:24 GMT -8
She did not see the woman approach, she was a little distracted by this gravelly voiced, rough, muscle bound, long tussled haired man wearing the most seductively musky cologne.
This was proving to be far more difficult than she had anticipated, here and now her pride was her own worst enemy, she could not back down and she would not be out done.
Mind over matter was her friend here; she was taking back her self control, over ruling the shivers down her spine, in her mind she was back on the ship of Elias when he had eaten some bad calamari. It was shooting out both ends and Kary was left to clean it up as he was certainly in no fit state to do so.
So with her stomach now verging on emptying its contents, she continued to play the game….until she was so rudely interrupted.
For a brief moment Kary felt she was about to receive a sharp slap or punch from what she assumed was a jealous girlfriend, especially after the not so subtle parting of herself and the delicious musky smelling stranger, that thought was quickly dispelled. To some the silence may have felt awkward but for Kary it was not, such things did not bother her, besides this beautiful woman seemed to appraising her…like a piece of meat.
As the woman grabbed her chin Karys jaw tensed and her eyes darkened and became cold as she fought back the urge to slap the woman’s hand away. Something deep within her told her to do nothing, that to do so would aid her in getting her where she needed to go.
As the woman leant in and whispered in her ear, she did nothing but smile wryly, perhaps a little too arrogantly, since the passing of Elias Kary had developed a severe lack of concern for her own safety, she had no care for caution nor did she listen to her own instincts for in her mind, she had nothing so had nothing to lose.
There were moments when a being had little to no control over how they body reacted to certain things and this was one of those times, much to Karys dismay her body seemed to be betraying her for as the woman leant in and whispered her threat whilst brushing her lips over her neck, a chill trickled down her spine, a deliciously tantalising chill making her deaf to the words that followed, this was intensified all the more as she felt the capable hands of the deliciously musky smelling man running his hands over her chest, sides and hips, so much so that she had to bite back a small gasp.
As the woman moves away, Karys expression remains outwardly unchanged, even feigning a blush as the woman tucks the stray strand of hair behind her ear.
With her face now on fire from the blush that encompassed it, Kary arched her neck and turned her gaze to the man behind her…
Such a tease, I was hoping out back treatment, your friend can come along as well if she likes, and her lips are delectably soft…
She turns her gaze over to their friend at the table all alone and nods in his direction.
But then I suppose we should not leave your friend all alone over there, he appears lonely and feeling slightly awkward. So yes, perhaps the civilised conversation would be better….first.
With a chuckle Kary moved toward the table and the fresh glass of ice cold ale that was sat there waiting for her, after that little interaction her mouth felt as if every molecule of moisture had been drawn from it, so upon reaching the table she would drink half of the glass without stopping for breath.
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Post by Lincoln Baltzersen on Jul 18, 2016 10:22:35 GMT -8
Still with his ever impassive expression, Lincoln, now a Knight of Ren was inwardly delectably amused by his sister’s statement. This situation, as far as he knew, could have ended into two different ways. Thus, for now he had only preferring to be a witness to the ongoing foreplay right there before his very own eyes. Still with his drink of choice, the Meltdown, Lincoln still had his eyes trained onto the pair there until his attention was diverted towards Illaria, and her blatant intoxicating come on. Gaze riveted down the table, a little smirk on the corner of his lips, that alluring sound of her voice which precisely told him what he had been doing, only made him retort. “Perhaps, it’s exactly what I’d rather do, just keep watching you, for now.” Lincoln had replied as his green eyes watched Illaria move with ease and commending attitude.
Imperceptible to the naked eye, for now Lincoln had preferred to observe, usually he wasn’t the talking type, not that the Knights of Ren ever smothered him into silence, it was just how he was. But deep inside, to those who knew him best, most would be aware that he was the calculating and the very manipulative kind, if and when he wanted something. It was how he had been trained, always to think about the long run.
Right now, his long run wasn’t in pleasure of the flesh but more enticing his senses to a certain excitability. His perception right now was his greatest asset, and what he was currently seeing was enough for him. Then again, Illaria was also right, it wouldn’t kill him at all. Maybe, just only maybe…
Taking a sip of his drink while he kept his gaze on the scene before him, Lincoln wiped some of the alcohol from the corner of his lips before letting the tip of his tongue brush his thumb that had wiped off that excess of alcohol.
“How lovely of you to make me stop from feeling lonely…” He wryly said with a tinge of arrogance in the tone of his voice when Karyan sat down at the table. “Or was just that an excuse to pull away from them for the atmosphere suddenly turned brazen for you?” Amusement replaced his impassive expression as he looked at both Harnan and Illaria still standing there. Yes, this was what he actually meant earlier when he responded to Illaria, he just liked seeing whenever they made one another squirm or see other people squirm in their hold.
“Though, I wonder, what is that you really want? A night you won’t forget, or something else…?” Taking another sip of his drink, Lincoln actually reveled on that reaction which Karyan was currently exhibiting, clearly, Harnan, and Illaria had given her that effect… Something that Lincoln took a sadistic pleasure into.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 18, 2016 21:03:23 GMT -8
He grinned a little as she bit back on her gasp. It was certainly the reaction he had sought from her. And many more would have followed had he taken her out the back. In fact, those gasps would have become a melody of moans, beneath his and Illaria's attention. But she had agreed to sitting down and talking and so he followed close behind her back to the table, before sitting down in his own seat. As he downed some more of his drink, he knew this moment would give him a chance to reign himself back in a little. He was certain his actions had already earned some more ire from Illaria. So for now, he would play nice, and see where this lead. But that didn't stop him from sliding his seat closer to Kary as she drank half the glass of ale
I have to agree, I am quite curious what it is you seek... What brings you to this place? who are you?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2016 22:49:31 GMT -8
By the time the friend of the couple had spoken, Kary had consumed half of her glass of ale. She shifted awkwardly in her seat and held the ice cold and damp glass to her neck, chest and cheeks before attempting to reply.
Over his words hung a sadistic tone and demeanour and she was beginning to wonder who she would prefer to deal with, Mr Husky and Miss Lips or Mr Sadism here. The devouring couple held the edge so far in her mind. She quickly deduced that in her many years of work, this was a situation that was totally new to her; never before had she encountered such beings as these.
Feeling a little less flushed now, Kary took a rather unladylike sized gulp from her glass and gestured to the barman to send over another round for the group.
She then turned to Mr Sadist and levelled her voice and spoke with such a sarcastic tone that surprised even her, this was accompanied by a look to match.
Firstly, you are very welcome; I try to be considerate of the feelings of others…
She lifted her glass and gestured it toward before taking a smaller sip. She grasped the collar of her form fitting top and fanned it whilst trying to stop the burning of her neck, chest and cheeks.
Boy! They need air conditioning in this place.
She raised her eyebrows and grinned at Mr Sadism and chuckled lightly.
Relax for you shall know soon enough what it is I truly desire…
She left the statement hanging there in the air as she delighted in the relief of finally gaining her much loved control back of her senses, without her own body betraying her in such a way.
Her gaze remained unforgivingly upon Mr Sadism.
She was enjoying the feeling of comfort and this remained unchanged even when joined by Mr Husky and Miss Lips joined them, so much was she back in control of herself, she maintained her focus, remembering she was here to try and gain a meeting with the Knights of Ren, even when Mr Husky began to slide his chair closer to her she maintained her focus, careful not to breath in his scent to deeply, she deduced that this move of his was try and keep her unsettled and it with this knowledge she was able to ensure it was not going to work now that all the breathing on necks, lip brushing against necks, musky smells, hand sliding and bra inspections were over.
The arrival of their drinks diverted her gaze and only when the server had left did Kary distribute their drinks and with a tone and expression that switched immediately from playfully flustered to serious did she begin to answer their questions.
I am no one, not yet at least. I know the Knights of Ren reside here and I came here to try and gain a meeting with senior members.
Quite simply, I wish to begin a new journey in my life, I have worked since a very young age and my line of work has really held no purpose other than financial gain of course, I need more. I want to have a purpose; I want to feel that I have something worthwhile in my life. When I heard of the Knights of Ren and learned more, something within me sparked, I can think of no other way of saying it. So, here I am.
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Post by Lincoln Baltzersen on Jul 19, 2016 10:33:54 GMT -8
“Is that so…” Lincoln replied to the woman’s sarcastic comment with a mischievous smirk on the corner of his lips. Even if he knew that it was sarcasm, it did not affect him, far from it actually. “One of these days, your consideration will play a trick on you, and you might not like the outcome.”
Lincoln left that statement as that without expounding any further but there was something in his gaze that purposely, and explicitly emphasized that he will be enchanted upon seeing that. After all, it somewhat his creed in a way, seeing people powerless in certain point in their time due to events which directly affected them. Lincoln already could tell what made her tick and already had seen enough to know that she had preferred to be in control of any situations she had been in. Not that his facial expression showed whatever he had been analyzing and he had made it also his mantra to never let anyone get a glimpse of his thoughts, what he had been currently thinking.
Not now, not ever.
Same for his emotions which were very neutral and also at ease. A lot could say that perhaps Lincoln might not have his place within the Knights of Ren, but truly, what did he care about what the others think? Illaria and Harnan had accepted him just the way he was, and they certainly had an understanding. That’s all that mattered right now. At least to Lincoln.
Still with his impassive expression, Lincoln just observed, like how he would usually observe each scenes before him, whether it was from Harnan moving closer to Karyan to Illaria coming back to her seat, Lincoln actually stood up from his own and pulled Illaria’s chair back to let her sit down. But as he was being courteous with his sister, Lincoln purposely moved one of his foot back to make one of the waiter of the Fingered Inn, with a tray full of drinks, trip on his foot and just completely throw the drinks forward in Harnan’s and Karyan’s direction, to drench them in the process, if that succeeded…
But like anything and everything, Lincoln had been prepared and had just created a barrier right in front of Illaria and himself to shield them from any collateral spills from the drinks. Snapping his head in the waiter’s direction, Lincoln didn’t say a thing and just stared him down as he resumed what he had originally been doing, which was getting Illaria comfortably seated on her seat.
Whether the contents of the glasses were spilled on Karyan or Harnan, it was no big importance to him whatsoever, as prior to that incident, which yes he had caused purposely, but who cared? Lincoln had clearly heard the whys of Karyan’s presence here.
“Clearly that new journey of your life seems to have begun in this very bar…” Lincoln just said without any thing further, omitting completely that she was in the presence of a few Knights of Ren, at least two officially, since Illaria was undercover. For all the patrons knew right now, the woman he had helped to her seat was simply someone he or Harnan, or even both had a good time with…
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 19, 2016 20:39:45 GMT -8
Harnan finished the last of his old drink, just as the new round arrived. As her expression became more serious, it was quite clear the game was over, at least for the time being. He listened with interest, as he took a sip of his new drink. Well, he had already confirmed her to be a force user earlier, but now, he knew just what exactly it was that she sought. What it was that she wanted to become. She sought the tenets of the Knights of Ren. Purpose. Order. Control. Things that Harnan felt he was losing more of each day. Even now he was working to master himself, after having slipped even just the slightest. But thankfully Illaria's demeanour had helped him to pull back.
She had certainly come to the right place if she sought to join the Knights of Ren. Though it was apparent she was still unaware of who they were. He was about to inform her that she was in the right place, when he was suddenly interrupted by Lincoln's action. As the waiter tripped, like Lincoln, his first concern had been for Illaria. Meaning that before he could instead protect himself and their new friend, the drinks were well on their course to spilling on him.
The mixture of liquids dripped down his singlet, soaking it through as he gave his brother a rather unimpressed look. He then let out a sigh, as he turned in his seat, facing his back towards their red headed friend, as he pulled his singlet off. He was indifferent to baring his torso, and furthermore, the large tattoo that adorned his back. It was comprised of an emblem of the Eternal Empire, and that of the First Order. Although, most would only recognise the emblem of the First Order. he then begun to wring out his singlet, trying to dry it a little of the alcohol that had seeped through it, as he turned back slightly towards their new friend
You're quite knowledgeable about the Knights. Consider me impressed. However, every Knight of Ren was someone before they joined. Sure, such identities and histories are done away with once they take their oaths. So, what is your name? What can we call you? After all, a shadow has a name that we refer to it by, so too, must you...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 1:01:45 GMT -8
Her gaze stayed with Mr Sadism as he purposefully moved about the table, naturally she did not trust these strangers so without an explanation of his plans she wanted to ensure that he remained where she could see him and ready to react within an instant.
Seeing him pull out the chair for Miss Lips and now having an explanation for his movements, Kary focused on a need of her own, that need was just the smallest of moments alone to gain full composure. She turned in her seat so as to give herself a full view of the far side of the bar, her goal being to find the ladies room for this would be the one area that she would be free of these 3 strangers and would give her a moment alone, with her back toward the 3 at the table so craned her neck looking all around the side of the room, unable to see anything that would indicate what she was hoping to find, so, she turned back to ask Miss Lips for her assistance in locating the ladies, but this did not go to plan, in fact she could not have predicted what would come next....
Jumping from her chair with a small yell of surprise Kary stood bolt upright gasping loudly at the shock of the cold against her burning skin. Her mouth was a gasp, her eyes were wide with shock and the only sound that could be heard coming from her mouth was…
Wha? Wha? wha? wh...wh?
Since she had lost the ability to form anything really coherent such was the physical and mental shock of her predicament, her arms were outstretched wide as she looked down upon herself in horror, using the thumb and index finger of both hands she lifted the cold material from her skin.
Every muscle on her torso was tensed and rigid, her stomach was almost concave due to the shock and feel of the ice cold drinks that were now sitting upon her skin.
Her top and the thighs of her trousers were soaked enough to cause them to stick to her skin making her freeze, it was as if she were wearing a second skin yet one that disabled her from making any free and inhibited movement.
She stood there wondering what she was going to do for all her belongings were in the ship a fair walk from the bar, she had her coat with her but quite honestly not wanting to swap her top for that, the coat was designed to insulate her during space travel so really it was not even an option for her unless she wanted to dehydrate severely and shrivel like a prune.
There really was only one course of action and that was to remain in her clothes but at least try and dry them, so, she began to wring out the lower parts of her top whilst deciding to go to the ladies and use the hand dryer to dry them as best she could. Whilst turning toward Miss Lips she caught sight of saw Mr Musky who had too been caught by the flying beverages. However through luck of not having breasts he was able to remove his top and had done so and was currently wringing it out.
For a moment Kary froze and found herself unable to take her eyes of him, though lucky for her he had his back to her so did not see her gawping like a prepubescent teen drooling over her favourite pop star, her gaze was caressed every inch of his back as she took in the delectable sight before her…that was until it fell upon his tattoo and its significance registered in her hazy ale addled mind.
=Harnan Ren=
You're quite knowledgeable about the Knights. Consider me impressed. However, every Knight of Ren was someone before they joined. Sure, such identities and histories are done away with once they take their oaths. So, what is your name? What can we call you? After all, a shadow has a name that we refer to it by, so too, must you...
…quietly she muttered to herself
Oh Kriff me! force kill me now…
She focused upon the sigil of the First Order and she froze. Her reaction was not one of fear but one of shock and condemnation of herself. Here she was trying to find the KoR and to make a good enough impression so as to be given the opportunity to apply and she had made herself look a fool in the worst way.
My name? Karyan but every calls me Kary…
Stepping away from her chair Kary surveyed the room and saw what she hoped was a door to the bathrooms.
I think we… Realising her slip of the tongue she corrected herself quickly hoping that he would have failed to have picked up on it during the chaos of drink spillages…I think I need to get cleaned up.
What she was actually intending to do was enter the ladies and hopefully climb out of a window and return to her ship and leave. She had humiliated herself enough to know that she would not have a chance in joining the KoR after the little display in here this evening.
She leant forward, reaching over the chair and lifted her glass and finished the remainder of her ale and turned to leave the group.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 21, 2016 0:59:50 GMT -8
Harnan shifted his gaze upon Kary as she told them her name. He regarded her for a moment, taking her in once more. There was certainly something to be said for how good she looked, with her red hair and wet clothes sticking to her body. He continued to watch her like a predator watches his prey as she stammered on, not missing a single word she said. He was amused by her slip of tongue.
As she finished her ale and tried to make for an escape, Harnan raised his hand. She would suddenly feel her self held in place by her ankles, as he used the force to stop her walking away. He was not about to let her get away so easily, especially if she sought to join the Knights of Ren
We can get cleaned up later... For now, whilst our clutzy friend fetches you something to wear, you can remain here. If you intend to join our ranks, then use this moment wisely. It takes a lot to be one of us, and running away now? that would be conceding defeat and make you unworthy...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 1:39:27 GMT -8
His expression let it be known that he had heard her slip of the tongue before he verbalised the fact. Inwardly she was furious with herself. Something was happening to her and she could not understand what. Never before had she lost control to such a degree that she felt helpless and oh so vulnerable. Neither word would she have ever have used to describe herself. They were unfamiliar feelings and feelings that quite frankly that found she detested.
She had always been able to adapt and regain her control of any given situation but here and now; it seemed, no matter how hard she tried, she was completely unable to do so. Never before would she have dreamt of fleeing a situation like a coward, she would have managed it with such flexibility and intuition that it would not have fazed her in the slightest, but it was becoming blatantly clear she had not dealt with people of this calibre before. She had not done her homework and had been reckless.
It was a tough lesson to learn and the price of this lesson was unknown. If Kary was to have been honest with herself in this moment, she would have acknowledged that in reality this was how she had become of late, reckless and caring nothing for herself, taking risks that she would never have taken when Elias was around.
As her feet froze to the spot, Kary sighed with frustration whilst tipping her head back; it seemed Mr Musky was able to read her well, just as Elias had been…
Before she turned to face him, she took a deep breath and smiled that flirtatious smile she had given him when he had grasped her in that commanding way previously, before being joined by Miss Lips. Before she was able to utter a word the clumsy server had come over with a neatly pressed white shirt and neatly folder boxer shorts and handed them to her.
Server
I am sorry Mam, I do not know what happened but here, we have these from the male stripper’s wardrobe. I can assure you they are clean and pressed, and fear not, the shorts are new.
With a bow of his head, he quickly left leaving her looking at Mr Musky whilst holding the clothes in her hands.
With a naughty and suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows and with mischief dancing in her eyes she cocked her head toward the ladies…
If you are worried I am going to flee, then at least accompany me to the ladies so I get warmed up and get in something more comfortable, you would not want to catch a chill and become ill, would you? Not when we have much to discuss?
Holding the small pile of clothing in her left hand, she held her right hand toward Mr Musky.
I think you want to keep a firm grasp on me to ensure I do not run away, so do, I will not fight you…yet.
Whispering in a soft and playful voice she says to him
I promise to give you a more detailed and intimate view of me and who I really am...
With a playful wink she waited for him to hopefully release his hold whilst she decided on a new course of action.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 21, 2016 2:19:11 GMT -8
Oh, she was so very good at this game. Well, if she was happy for him to accompany her and make sure she didn't run off, than he was more than happy to meet her challenge. Thankfully, the spilt drinks had helped him to regain his composure. Else wise, he would likely have succumbed to his desire when they were alone. And whilst he could not deny he would like to taste of her sweetness, here and now was not the time to do so. Besides, it was little more than a carnal desire to let off some steam. Something he could deal with later on.
For now, he would be on his best behaviour, as he wrapped his hand around her offered wrist. He pulled her close as he released his hold on her ankles. He would keep her very close, especially if she desired him to. Though, whether that was what she truly desired was another thing. Perhaps she was hoping for a slightly more level playing field. If that was the case, then he would be happy to accommodate her. He held her gaze then, looking deep into her eyes, searching. If there was some trick she had planned, then he would be aware of it soon enough
You're a hard woman to read, Kary. But if you wish to play this game, then do not expect me to deny such a request. I think a more detailed and intimate inspection might well improve relations between us. After all. When all is laid bare, only then are two people truly equal. Lead the way... and in case you're wondering, you can call me Harnan Ren...
He leaned in close and whispered that last part to Kary alone, so that only she could hear it. It was clear from his expression, that he was merely playing along to the tune she wanted to set. If she wanted to play the flirtatious tease, then he would play along. Although, in all seriousness, he could sense some of her concern. She wouldn't be the first person he had lent his aide to. If he wanted to make her feel more comfortable, then he would have to allow her some more control. Only then, could he get through to her, that much was becoming quite apparent
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