The Package (Closed)

[Triune]

"I told you on Korriban, you have potential, great potential. I believe I can help you realize that potential. Without my help you will continue to rage and no amount of hate will give you the energies to pose anything more then an amusement to any of your enemies. You will shatter like a great wave on a breakwater... Your power spent and useless because you cannot bring it to focus or use it accurately."

*The ship streaks through Hyperspace.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She raises her hands up before her pulling her gloves more tightly on her fingers while reaching through the Force to grip his throat tightly and slowly cutting off his airway. She does this while appearing very calm and collected. She keeps her gaze forward.*

"You will speak to me with respect or I will kill you before the next words come out of your mouth."

*With that said she lets go of him and puts her hands back down in her lap.*

[Triune]

*He winces at the loss of air but remains composed knowing she won't kill him just yet, he had her curiousity piqued too much for that. When he can breathe again he takes a deep breath before speaking.*

"Forgive me Jabbress I had assumed you wanted answers straight forwardly given. Though that was an excellent application and you maintained your composure. Now then, when we land you cannot speak with that accent. It will be a dead give away and despite your powers will die on the spot. Secondly you cannot use the force beyond your own body. We can sense its use and we have precious few force users among us... You are for the time being a Danthiri so you must act like one. Believe me in this Selae."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

"You expect me to believe you? You who work for Lirreka. I know where your alliances are. For all I know, you are leading me into the rancor's nest to kill me. No, I will follow along HOWEVER, as soon as I feel threatened, I will not hold back. There is much I can learn from this.......much indeed...." *Her voice trails off as she imagines seeing all the Danthiri fall before her crying out for mercy but finding none. She laughs a deep evil laugh.*

[Triune]

"Accent, Jabbress, accent. Surely you can affect a Danthiri accent. You speak our language thanks to my former master, Adena and for Spirit's sake put that sabre of yours out of sight..."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She moves her saber from her belt to her boot clearly annoyed. She then looks at him.*

" Zhah nindol bwael z'lonzic jaluk? Ol orn'la belbau uns'aa ji mzilt ssrigg'tul ulu harventh dosst rinteith lu' v'ren l' vlos dal l' velve."

[Triune]

*He smirks at her choice of words as he continues to make minor adjustments to the ship while in hyperspace, an odd thing that.*

"Not bad but purr the words out, deepen your voice a half octive.. Let the words roll over your lips, don't spit them out..." His words are instructive, obviously hinting at his career.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She lowers her voice and leans over towards him putting a finger under his chin. Her words are said almost like a purr though her eyes show a fury.*

"Dos ssinssrin ulu ou'tix satiir ussta ivress bauth dosst rinteith 'zil Usstan elrie l' dro doeb d' dos? Usstan shlu'ta morfeth ol sha'nalt. Usstan inbal elggen mzil a rah p'los. Ol orn'la satiir bwael ulu xun ji 'sohna. Xor mayoe dos daewl uns'aa ulu lassrinn dos jalbyr i'dol."

[Triune]

*Raviel smiles, looking into her eyes, his own rimed with mirth and indeed, lust. He leans closer, his lips only a fraction of an inch away from hers. His words soft and whispery as he speaks.*

"Usstan gumash talinth d' worse i'dollen ulu el, Olath Jallil. Veldri dosst kor'inth, orbdrin ol 'zil dos ph' orbdrinus."

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She laughs as she moves her hand down to where his adam's apple is. She touches it with her finger and then pulls her hand back to chop him there quickly before pulling her hand back and sitting in her chair looking out the viewscreen.*

[Triune]

* He chuckles as well, finding the threat of death interesting and amusing after a fashion. Time passes and eventually the starfighter erupts into realspace. Dathomir looms in the canopy. Easily a fleet of ships are here guarding the system while defenses are being constructed. Codes and counter codes are sent and given as their ship floats through the system towards the world itself. Entering the atmosphere and streaking towards the mountains of the largest continent. They zoom through the valleys with ease finally coming to land at the Bloodclaw Training grounds. The canopy opens.*

"We are here... From now till the time we take off you are Danthiri. Your name is Inque. You may speak galactic but use a Danthiri accent. Do not use the force beyond your body. Yes I know you hate me for using such strong commands but kill me later for now just do as I say." He exits the cockpit.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She steps out pulling her cloak's hood up about her face. A few platinum strands blow in the wind as she. Her eyes survey the facility not seeing this when she came here with the Jedi a while ago. She moves to stand beside him making her movements like that of a cat as she has seen Lirreka do many times.*

[Triune]

"Come along Inque... Don't gawk.." He says as he walks away from the fighter and the crew attending to it. Raviel moves with confidence as he leads her through the surface training facility. Here scores of Ebonclaws train amidst the faint hum of shield generators. Also among their number are Dathomir Witches, some as trainees and others as instructors. Far across the mesa the huge form of Rancors can be seen also being trained. Finally he leads her to the main lift which cycles closed behind them taking them down into the mountain itself.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She tries to burn into her memory all that she saw upon entering and holds back her anger towards Rav for treating her like he had. She knows she must play the part for now. The time to attack would come later.*

[Triune]

*Several minutes of descent happens before the sound of levels being bypassed can be heard, eventually the Lift comes to a halt on it's own yet the doors do not cycle open. Raviel removes his glove and puts it against an inocuous panel. There is a beep and the doors slide open. He flashes 'Inque' a grin as he turns to walk out of the Lift.*

""I think you will find this level interesting, Inque." He seems to avoid calling her by anything but her false name.