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[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

((OOC: Thread meant for Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya and Shebi Ajava))

How many glasses did she have already? Ten? Twelve?

Zalyass rested her head on the bar for a short while. She had hoped that this could make her forget about what happened on her home world, but with every drink, the memory only seemed to become more vivid. She did not want those memories. She wanted memories of how it had been before that. Maybe another one would help... Slowly Zalyass raised her head and arm.

"Barkeep, one more, nah better make it a double..."

While waiting for the barkeep to finish pouring her drink, she took the time to take a look around. This was really a shitty place, wasn't it? The light was dim, probably to hide the fact that it hadn't been cleaned properly in weeks. She didn't even want to get started about her fellow barmates. At least the drinks were cheap. How the hell had she ended up in this place anyway? Oh, yeah, right, she had been kicked out of two other decent establishments. That would mean it was her tenth drink in this bar instead of during the evening, wasn't it? Was it? Did it matter?

Before she could actually think about that, the barkeep had filled up her glass and passed it back to her. with an exaggerated motion, she grabbed the glass and put it to her mouth... Gross... The stuff tasted like pure alcohol mixed with water. At least it got the job done, right... Still holding the glass, Zalyass stretched her arms and leaned back a bit

Suddenly she realized that her hand holding the glass had met some kind of obstacle since she wasn't able to move any further. Trying to do so for a couple more times yielded the same result. Upon turning around, she found out that she had in fact thrown the last droplets of her drink onto the face of a very, very large and quite angry looking zabrak male with the glass still somewhat prodding into the man's cheek bone.

"Oi, what was that for?"

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

As could be expected of an establishment like this, the patronage counted a number of hooded figures discussing private things in hushed tones. Such hooded figures could be smugglers dealing with officials, mercenaries being hired by upstanding citizens of Unity, or small business owners looking for protection. But they all have one thing in common: they're not here for the drinks, and they don't want to be disturbed.

Unfortunately for the hooded ones, loud angry Zabrak voices tend to draw attention. Not only because they disrupt the hushed conversation but because they usually meant trouble of the violent type. And it was for this reason that a few of the hooded figures looked up from their conversation and warily observed the scene unfolding before them.

Hooded Figure

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Of all the people present in the bar, Zalyass was probably the person who had the least idea of what was going on. This was a bad thing, since what was about to happen wasn't too pretty and it would probably involve her. All that she managed was a giggle.

She was about to pull her arm back when the Zabrak man got hold of her wrist. The pressure of his hand was enough to make her drop the glass to the ground. As the glass louydly shattered into a thousand pieces, Zalyass slowly started to realize that she was unable to move her arm because the Zabrak was still holding it and that is was starting to hurt.

"My.. wrist.. could you..." Zalyass tried to wriggle free.

But the guy clearly wasn't intent on letting go. Somehow his angry face had turned into a smirk. Usually it was a good thing when people started smiling, but this most certainly wasn't one of them.

"What have we here then? Breaks a glass in someone's face and doesn't even say sorry? I s'pose I have to teach you some manners... Or perhaps something else? What ya say?"

The man slowly pulled Zalyass' wrist up, forcing her to stand and move closer to the Zabrak man. She winced as he pulled her arm up above her head, checking out his catch of the day.

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

One of the hooded figures looked intently at the scene. The figure, which had a slight feminine quality, if you observed her movement, had been talking to a Gran of unidentifiable trade. Judging from the hardware on the table either an engineer or a slicer. A blue hand appeared from underneath the cloak, and it put a few credits on the table. The Gran nodded, and busied himself on his datapad.

The hooded figure got up, and walked towards the source of the ruckus. She comes to a halt next to the Zabrak, who seems a bit unsure of how to react to the hooded figure walking into what is clearly his personal space.

The figure visibly looks over the Azarya, and turns to the Zabrak, who is larger by at least a head. Zalyass isn't sure what's what, but she thought she saw a pair of predatory red eyes glowing underneath the hood.

"Isn't she much too high-class for you?", a feminine voice issues from underneath the hood.

"I will make you an offer. Consider it carefully", the voice slowly changes tone from pleasant to chilled, "You can let go of this woman and go somewhere else to continue your drinking. Or, you can get your ass handed to you by a woman, and go somewhere else to continue your drinking."

"Pick wisely."

By now, Zalyass is sure that there is a pair of glowing red eyes underneath the hood. In fact, some instinctual part of her brain wants to get away from the hooded figure.
Hooded Figure

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Zalyass was mostly dangling helplessly by her own arm instead of paying attention to the person who was talking to her assailant. She knew she should panic and she was actually quite afraid of what was going on, but the situation allowed her only to flail around a little.

"Please.. It hurts."

Now a second person had joined in the argument, someone Zalyass did not know. Someone who somehow felt even more threatening than the large brute that had grabbed her arm. She was not sure if the person was going to save her or was going to join in on whatever the Zabrak was planning. The Zabrak only seemed to become more amused by all this and did not seem the least bit impressed by the hooded figure's threats. After all, he topped the other person by a full head and somewhere in her words, she even identified herself as a female.

"Hahahahaha. And why the fuck do you care? She's the one who ruined my clothes and decided to thrust a glass into my face. She's basically asking for this. Now unless you want to join us, I suggest you bugger off."

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

"Wrong choice." was the reply of the hooded figure just before her arm snapped to his throat, her hand stretched out straight. With a gurgle the Zabrak let go of the azarya who, suddenly losing her malicious support, dropped to the ground unceremoniously.

The hooded figure was not done yet, however. As the Zabrak let go, she twisted underneath his outstretched arm, twirling her hand over his wrist and ending behind him while holding his arm stretched out. The figure pulls his arm towards her while her second arms snaps out directly at his elbow -- a loud snap followed by a wail of pain from the Zabrak was the result as the figure broke his elbow and twisted his lower arm to inflict more pain.

Bystanders could see the Zabrak wince in pain as his arm flopped down from her now released hold. He started to turn around to face her, but the figure kicked him in the knees before and threw her arm over his shoulder to grab his throat in her hand. The Zabrak and the figure now both faced Zalyass, the Zabrak on his knees his face a mask of anguish. The figure's blue hand seemed small in comparison to his muscled neck, yet she firmly held his throat and his struggles seemed ineffective. From her vantage point on the ground, Zalyass could see the face of the hooded figure as she held his throat.

"Next time...", spoke the voice of the figure in an ice cold tone. She spoke softly, but the cantina had quieted down and her voice carried through the room. "...make sure you are the scariest one in the room." The figure let go of the Zabrak and he dropped down to the floor face first, and didn't move.


The hooded figure looked at Zalyass, her glowing eyes locked with the multi-faceted eyes of the azarya. A grin formed on the figure's face. "Stand up and follow me.", she ordered in a tone implying that she left out the 'or else'.

Hooded Figure

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Even with all the alcohol, Zalyass was sober enough to realize that the mysterious female figure was handing the Zabrak's ass to himself on a silver platter. At this moment she felt even more of a failure. She was a bad senator and apparently ridiculously weak compared to everyone else here.

The drop to the ground had been sudden, but Zalyass somehow managed to break the fall a little, resulting in her ending up in a sitting position with a perfect view of how this woman was rather violently teaching the Zabrak a lesson. She felt that she should feel relieved, but something about that woman struck her as rather unnerving. Ah well, for now she was free... Her assailant seemed to be faring a lot less well though.

Distracted by the knock-out Zabrak lying in front of her, Zalyass was startled by the sudden and rather forceful words of her 'savior'. She yelped and got on her feet as quickly as her inebriation allowed. She did this so quickly, that the almost fell over form dizziness as soon as she got up, bumping into the hooded woman in the process.

"I.. I... Yes ma'am"

As Zalyass followed the hooded figure out of the bar, the Zabrak's body started to twitch a little. The poor fella clearly needed medical attention, but no one was stupid enough to come to his aid before the two women were gone....

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

The hooded figure walked out of the bar, and steered Zalyass towards one of the nearby parked hovercars. During the short walk, it ocurred to her that the hooded figure wasn't really any larger than Zalyass. The hooded figure held open the door for the azaryan senator, and gently but firmly seated her in the passenger seat.

The hooded figure walked around, and sat down in the driver's seat. Without a word the figure started the car, and entered the busy traffic of the never-sleeping slums of Unity city. The drive became a blur, as the car smoothly weaved through the traffic out of one neighbourhood and into the next. One thing was clear, they had moved out of the slums, and were moving through successively more expensive and less crowded neighbourhoods.
Hooded Figure

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

After a long and uneventful drive, the car came to a halt on a landing pad. As Zalyass looked out of the window, it appeared to be the private landing pad of a high-end apartment. The landing pad and the apartment showed no logos or identifying marks, but the view was spectacular, and was easily remembered, as the senate building featured prominently.

The hooded figure stepped out of the car and walked around to open the door on the senator's side. "Come with me.", the figure spoke with a softer voice than in the cantina, though it still carried a predatory undertone. As the azaryan senator didn't react immediately, the figure grabbed her arm, and pulled up the senator. The figure guided the senator into the apartment with a firm grip, though she made sure not to physically hurt the senator.

Inside, the apartment was clearly well appointed. The main room was separated by a few stylish room-dividers. The seating area featured a two large couches, and a big holoscreen. Zalyass could also spot a king-sized bed in a different part of the room. The figure brought Zalyass to the large bed, and sat her down on the edge.

The figure stood back a bit, and looked Zayass over again, as if appreciating the detail on a work of art. Zalyass couldn't make out the face of the figure, but she could see the pair of red eyes glow brighter as the figure looked her over. The figure remained silent for a moment.

"Your choice senator: Bath or Bed?", the hooded figure spoke suddenly.

Hooded Figure

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Im the car Zalyass had wanted to thank this mysterious person for rescuing her, but she still wasn't too sure that she was actually being saved. The woman who had kicked the Zabrak's ass and was now driving her, well, somewhere, didn't exactly seem that friendly to her.

When finally they arrived at what Zalyass figured was the hooded woman's apartment, Zalyass became even less sure about the woman's intentions. She was too intimidated by the figure (oh and also too inebriated) to put up any resistance though, so she was calmly led into the apartment and onto the bed.

After putting her down on the bed, the hooded woman didn't seem to be doing that much, so Zalyass took the opportunity to look around a bit. Looking at her surroundings, she was slowly calming down when the hooded woman suddenly started to speak, which got her back on edge. It took Zalyass a few seconds to realize that she only was asking her if she wanted to take a bath or not. The fact that the woman called her senator was completely missed by her though.

"Ah, err, ehm... Maybe a bath would be a good idea? Yes, yes I think that would be a good idea, now if you could tell me where..."

Zalyass found out that she was having quite some difficulties standing up, falling back onto the bed on her fist two attempts. On her third attempt she finally managed to keep standing, but it still seemed like she was about to topple over again.

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

The hooded figure looked on as Zalyass tried to stand up. As she finally managed not to fall down again, the figure firmly grabbed her arm and led her into a large bathroom. There, she gently seated Zalyass on on the edge of the bath, a bath clearly made for more than one person. The hooded figure played with the knobs of the bath for a moment, and the sound of streaming water rose in volume.

"Stand up and disrobe.", was all the figure said as she stood back to watch Zalyass. It was clear that the figure was not going to leave the azaryan any privacy.

Hooded Figure

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Undress? Now? With this woman still standing there? Zalyass was starting to have second thoughts about the intentions of this woman. It were always the men who were doing such things, right?

"Wha? N-now? But you're still... And the bath is not..."

The hooded woman remained eerily unresponsive to Zalyass's remarks... She wasn't going to escape from this, was she? Talking about 'out of the frying pan and into the fire'...

"I... Well... Okay..."

Slowly, Zalyass started to take her clothes off. As she did, she felt the prying eyes of the woman burning into her back. It was not so much that she was afraid to be naked in front of another woman per se, but she was really conscious of her own body since it didn't conform to the beauty standards of the Azarya.

The same defect that had made her less responsive to the Azaryan telepathy had also made her upper arms and legs less developed compared to other Azarya. This did make her much more like other humanlike races though, since the Azaryan race usually had extremely overdeveloped upper arm and upper leg muscles compared to humanlike races. When compared to a human though, she appeared to be in top shape.

Then there was also still the lingering fear of being raped, but women didn't do that to each other, right?

By now, Zalyass had completely undressed and was trying to cover her private parts with her hands, hoping that the bath would fill up soon.

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

While the bath filled, the hooded woman walked a circle around the now naked Zalyass. Zalyass could see the glowing red eyes looking over her form. When she finished her appreciation she walked towards Zalyass and gently helped her step into the bath. The water was hot, but not hot enough to be uncomfortable.

With the azaryan sitting in the bath, the figure walked to a closet nearby and grabbed two large towels, her blue hands making a sharp contrast with the white fabric. She put the towels on the edge of the bath.

"Don't take long. Leave your clothes here when you are done.", was all the figure said before leaving the room.

Hooded Figure

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

As the hooded figure walked around her to take a good look at her body, Zalyass felt increasingly uncomfortable. She was actually surprised that all the woman did was lead her into the bath, hand her some towels and then leave.

And then there she sat there alone in the bath with some time for herself. What the heck did she get herself into? Who the heck was this woman who had 'rescued' her anyway? Maybe she should ask. The warm water and time alone made her sober up a little, but also made her very sleepy.

After the third time she almost fell asleep, she felt like it was time for her to exit the bath. Only then she realized that the woman had told her to leave her clothing in the bathroom. Probably so she could offer her a nightgown of some sort. Yeah.

After drying off her body (and bumping into the bath at least twice. She had sobered up a little but was still far from stable), she wrapped the larger towel around her body and the smaller one around her head and slowly opened the door out of the bathroom.

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

While the azaryan senator was sitting in the bath, Ajava sat down in the middle of the apartment to meditate for a moment. She split of part of her conscious to review the events leading her here, she busied the other part with some of master Screetor's deconstruction exercises.

She had recognized the azaryan senator the moment she walked into the cantina. She hadn't planned any of this, and would have been on her way back to the Jedi temple if that obnoxious Zabrak hadn't started a ruckus. It offered her an opportunity. She wasn't clear yet on what she was going to do with that opportunity. One thing was clear to her: taking a senator against her will would be much less useful than having a senator owe her a favour.

Going through Screetor's exercises, Ajava could analyse her biological urge and slowly deconstruct it. However, as she did so she felt her anger grow. Anger directed at the jedi masters for restraining her so. From her point of view, the masters were constraining her even now. There is an attractive and influential woman in the next room, and instead of joining her in bath, she is meditating in the floor, huddling in a robe to remain unrecognised. Her eyes glowed up angrily red, and small tongues of lightning started to lick at her open hands...

She felt someone observe her from the bathroom door, and her concentration lapsed. The two streams of her consciousness collapsed, and their thoughts merged. From the bathroom door, Zalyass sees the hooded figure sitting with her back to the door. The partially visible hands of the figure appeared to be surrounded by a corona of electric arcs licking the floor and robes of the figure. However, just as Zalyass spotted the corona, it was gone as if extinguished like a fire.

The figure lithely stood up, and turned to walk towards the azaryan. The red eyes were glowing, red illumination showing some of the contours of the figures face.

"Walk to the bed and take off those towels.", came the cold harsh voice of the figure.

Hooded Figure

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Zalyass was quite startled when the hooded woman suddenly started to talk to her. She had wondered what the bolts of electricity and the aura could have been but she was wise enough not to ask. Once again the woman told her to fully undress. Zalyass wanted to protest, but then she remembered who she was dealing with and silently obliged.

After sitting down on the bed, Zalyass looked back at her 'rescuer'. By now she was utterly confused as what the woman's motives could be. One second she acted like she actually cared for Zalyass, the other second Zalyass felt like she would have been better off with the Zabrak.

Zalyass desperately wanted to talk to the woman in front of her. To thank her for rescuing her, to ask her who she was. She also wanted to know what the woman's plans with her were, even though she also really did not want to know it. She wanted to say something at least, but every single time when she saw those red eyes, Zalyass flinched and ended up saying nothing at all...

((OOC: The compartimental thoughts probably explain these chaotic shifts between ' protector' and ' rapist', right? XD Added on request of Brend: I have no OOC moral objections against any actions as long as they will not irrevocably lead my character to her death XD))

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

The figure followed Zalyass to the bed in silence, and watched her take off the towels and sit down. The red eyes looking at Zalyass' body from under the hood. The figure once again took her time to look over the Azarya, not hiding the fact that she was looking intently at all features of Zalyass' form.

Ajava's mind was working overtime to determine the best way to use this opportunity. She didn't want to do anything that would seriously hurt the senator, but she did want to get the most out of this. At this moment, all she had was an inebriated azarya. And then, while her eyes wandered over the brown-skinned form before her, inspiration hit her. Though not entirely necessary anymore, she opted to establish dominance first.

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, the figure's red eyes locked with Zalyass' green eyes.

"Stand up, and put your hands on my waist.", the figure said with a soft voice, though her eyes seemed hard.

((OOC: Hemet veolians can partition their consciousness, and yes, Ajava has issues :P As the readers might have guessed, me and Azuma have out-of-band communication about where this thread could be going. I asked him to post the 'carte blanche' statement when he uttered it in our discussion, so readers know that interactions here have been discussed first.))
Hooded Figure

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Zalyass blinked as he heart started to race.

"W-what?"

Take it easy girl, it was not like she was asking for anything that special. The woman would probably have a reasonable explanation for all this. Yeah.

"Oh, ehm... Okay."

The 'okay' was more of a whisper than an actual word as Zalyass stepped closer and closer to the hooded woman. With every step she started to become even more nervous. What was going on? Why didn't she either get it over with or just leave her be?

Finally she ended up standing mere inches away from the hooded woman and slowly, she put her trembling hands on the hooded woman's waist. Only now she dared to look at the face of the person who was doing this to her in the hope of finding at least a bit of humanity.

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

Ajava noted that the woman's hands are nervously trembling. Looking into the green faceted eyes of the other woman, Ajava reciprocated by gently putting her hands on the senator's hips. She enjoyed the feel of the warm skin under her hands, and maintained contact as she shifted her hands a little to comfortably hold the Azarya.

Standing close to each other, Zalyass could see a feminine face under the hood. The dim light made it difficult to make out any features. It was clearly a veolian woman, as even in the dim light the start of her head ridges could be seen just before being obscured by the hood. From close by, her eyes also look a little less predatory, but no less focussed.

"Do not worry. As long as you hold me like this you are safe.", the voice of the figure speaks directly into Zalyass' mind. While communicating, Ajava puts the slightest amount of pressure on the senator's hips, just to remind her that they are holding each other.

"You want to say things.", the voice states as a fact. "Speak."

Hooded Figure((OOC: The Telepathy power allows you to reply telepathically as well, if you want to. You can do the mark-up with [telepathic].))

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Okay, now Zalyass's confusion was complete. The hooded woman expected her to talk. Like this? The woman was right though. She had a lot of questions, but at this moment didn't really have the courage to ask some of them. Even so, the woman almost demanded of her to ask at least some questions, so Zalyass obliged.

"Well.. Errr... W-who are you? A-and what are you going to do with m-me?"

She tried to keep eye contact with the hooded woman but couldn't help but look away with her second question, looking down at one of the hands that were currently holding her.

((OOC: Zalyass has some issues using the telepathy skill of the Azarya, so she probably won't reply telepatichally.))

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

The hooded figure patiently waited for Zalyass to ask both her questions. Off-handedly, she noted that the azarya didn't reply telepathically, but instead opted to speak out.

As the azarya senator looked away, she heard the voice in her head again.

"You may call me Dakini.", came the first reply. "I have not decided yet what to do with you. Your appearance is pleasing, so for now I will hold you while you answer."

As she spoke of Zalyass' appearance, the figure softly slid her hands upwards to Zalyass waist and pulled the senator slightly closer. The figure's eyes brightened a little and once again seemed more predatory.

"Tell me why you were at that bar."

From an outside perspective, this conversation has become a very one-sided thing, with remaining silent while looking intently at the azarya.

Hooded Figure

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

Well that really wasn't a very reassuring answer, was it? The woman pulling her even closer made Zalyass even more nervous. At least she had now had a name she could use to call the hooded woman. She figured it was probably a fake name, but it was something. The woman who identified herself as Dakini shouldn't it find too hard to notice that Zalyass was becoming even more tense. On the positive side, the entire experience was sobering her up quite quickly.

"Why I was there?... Well..."

Zalyass hesitated. She really did not want to tell the truth, but she felt that any lies wouldn't be able to cut it with this woman.

"Because most of the other bars refused to serve me any more drinks after a while? They weren't asking any questions in this bar, so..."

It was true, she had been kicked out of at least three other bars that evening, though she had already forgotten which ones.

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

"This is the only warning you will get.", was the telepathic reply of the hooded figure as Zalyass' skin started tingling where the released her waist. Looking down, Zalyass saw arcs of lightning jump from the figure's blue hands. Before she could react, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. Her muscles cramped and her legs weakened. She did not fall though, as the figure grabbed her waist and held her upright.

The figure waited for Zalyass' muscle cramps to stop, before communicating again.

"Answer my question."

Hooded Figure

[Senator Zalyass al-Chak'zya Azara-ya]

As Zalyass noticed the arcs of lightning, she was no longer able to suppress her panic as she grabbed the hooded woman's arms with her hands and tried with all her might to push them away form her. Sadly enough, it was too little too late and she took the full force of the lightning through her body. Zalyass screeched in pain.

During the attack, she kept trying to push the hands away from her body, growing more desperate by the second. Even if her attempts were futile, Zalyass was remarkibly strong for a human. For an Azaryan however, she was quite weak. This was a fact that she had grown to accept. Finally, after several more futile attempts and the realization that the hooded woman wasn't planning on letting go, Zalyass started to cry.

"*sob* It's not fair. I can't do anything to stop it... Why? Why am I so weak?"

Zalyass punched the hooded woman on the shoulders, not in an attempt to hurt her, but out of pure frustration.

"Not now, not back then. Why do people do this? *sob*"

And why was she telling this to her assailant? Well, it was too late now.

[Hooded Figure (mask of Shebi Ajava)]

As the lightning arced through the body of the woman in front of her Ajava realized, with a cold feeling, that she enjoyed hurting the woman. Not because it caused her pain, though a small part of her mind enjoyed the feeling of power, but because it made her body twist and arch in appealing ways. With concentration, Ajava stopped the arcing lightning and grabbed the woman's waist again.

Ajava suppressed her instinctive reaction to the weak punch to her shoulder, and just stood there holding the sobbing woman. She actually started to feel pity for the woman. Not enough to dissuade her from her current plan, but enough to decide to try and reach some form of mutual agreement, instead of bluntly forcing this woman to comply.


A while after the 'not back then', with the azarya only sobbing incoherently the hooded figure slowly walked backwards, pushing the woman closer and closer to the bed. When they were near the edge of the bed, the hooded figure turned the pair around and sat down. She pulled Zalyass with her. The naked sobbing azarya ended up sitting on the lap of the hooded figure.

The figure put one of her arms around Zalyass' waist, and gently held Zalyass' head with the other while the woman sobbed into her shoulder.

"The strong should protect the weak, and in return the weak support the strong. You are weak, but have nobody to protect you. That is why people do this: because they can."

"Explain to me what happened.", the telepathic voice sounded gentle, almost protective.

Hooded Figure