OBrah Club.(Owned by Black Sun)

[Tress Odak-Zann]

"Reversed!" He scoffs at that idea, challenging her yet again. He was thinking about the time she brought up. It had been part fun and part erotic. What came after was one of the best experiences he had ever had. He would have to do it again, after she healed some.

As she closed the distance on him, he could take in her scent and it was playing havoc with his body. He was taking deep breathes trying to get more of her, his eyes on hers as she continues to speak her mind.

"Pfft, A loan my ass. It is not stolen property, I would like to see you make that charge stick. This could have come from legal means....and i think i remember seeing a receipt for their purchase." He steps closer nose to nose with her. "What do you say about that....?"

"Is that so? I will have to sample the delights of Anaxes again sometime soon, I'm certain they are exquisite in all forms."

He was so close now, he could feel her breathe blowing on his skin. She still had that fruit taste, sweet and compelling. That was all it took to lean in the rest of the way and place his lips over hers, offer up a soul shattering kiss......

[Khari Vestra]

Meeting his gaze evenly, her eyes narrowed slightly, "Yes...reversed, exactly that."
She retorted challengingly, enjoying the hint of outrage in his voice as he had exclaimed those words. She was having fun getting a rise out of him, most men would have backed down by now, but not him, he just kept going.

"I would say I would like to see that receipt, for the eclipse class fittings you outfitted your shuttle with. I would look up the accounts myself but Rivo has my datapad. I'm sure we could come to some agreement." She added mock pointedly, feeling her lips barely brush his as he retorted, the scent of him intoxicating to her senses to say the least. And when their lips met for that kiss...sublime. She felt her body respond in kind, her lips pressed against his, tongue seeking out his own to entwine and caress it. Locked in an embrace that seemed to last a blissful eternity, when next she drew breath, her mind was awash with want for him. But she had never made that easy on him and now was no exception.

Lips barely leaving his own, she drew breath "You make an interesting point..." she whispered hotly, between kisses in retalliation, "...but you still owe me..." Her hands traversed over his chest, one slipping up to cup the side of his face and keep him close, the other resting about the nape of his neck, fingers burried in the loose strands of unruly hair.
"...I am certain you can find some way to pay for it."

If he thought she'd just back down, he had another thing coming, she was pressing that point with purpose, though really, she never would have deigned to actually follow through with charging him for the theft of that star destroyer.

[Tress Odak-Zann]

Holding her in his arms he backs her up until her back is up against the bulk head, then shakes his head. "I don't owe you at all, khari...." He says as he kisses her again. "...though i do have one or two ideas that might pay you back if i did owe you."

It was funny how she mentioned "interesting point" cause he did have one....waiting, wanting, and willing, but, that would be for later, he thinks as he looks around. His men were free to roam the ship, all but one place. He had to get her there the sooner the better.


"Let me show you your room for this trip....." He says it as if she was staying in her own room, and in fact she would have her own. though he planned on sharing his with her. How better to get better acquainted to each other than spending up seen amounts of time together.

Kissing her again, he nibbles on her lower lip and smiles to himself, not being able to resist taunting her one more time. "You might even like the room, it has a kuati flair to it....you might say." Which was true, everything on this ship was kuati in orgin. All but his own room, that was all Anaxes oriented.....though richly furnished it had a militaristic feel to it. "Then if your good, i will show you mine....."

[Khari Vestra]

Feeling her back bump softly against the bulkhead she still didn't give in, her tenacity was every bit as good as his, and she was having fun now she'd managed to pull his chain a bit, payback for him surprising her with all of this.

"Oh but you do...via extension." She was saying, planting the lightest of kisses softly upon his lips, "And I would be interested in hearing those ideas of yours, you know I am always open to suggestion."

Hand sliding gently down his jawbone, she captured the scant facial hair upon his chin between thumb and forefinger, then gave it a light, playful tug, smiling assuringly as she did so. Her manner was all suggestion, and she was true to her word on that much.

Backed against the bulkhead here, it might have been easy to feel out of your element, but not Khari, she was all too well versed in the ways of getting her own way and while she really didn't expect Tress to return any of what his grandfather had stolen, nor would he pay for it, she definitely expected him to pay for flaunting it like this. And if he was struck by that notion, then his change of subject definitely came at the apt moment in time.

The offer to show her her room she accepted graciously, with a slight incline of her head in the affirmative, following him as he lead the way and explained what she might find there....which just happened to be more of the same that she had seen in the main area, just highly concentrated. The room was indeed spacious, lavish for what it essentially could have been, and packed to the brim with items that would have once belonged upon the auspicious interior of the eclipse.
All too aware of the fact that Tress was taking scant delight in her apparent bristling, she cast a critical eye around the room's interior and then shook her head sadly.

"All that prestige and innovative beauty, and all you grandfather could think to do was gut that ship? A shame, truly." Khari glanced sidelong at Tress then, "Tell me, did she ever see service?"

[Tress Odak-Zann]

"Your open to suggestion are you...." Leaning in he whispers against her lips after placing a feather light kiss upon hers. After that whisper he continues "....that and so much more."

He took her to see her room, he watched her as she looked around. It wasn't that he was flaunting things in front of her, he was actually was hoping she would feel at home. Which was a long shot, cause it was stolen property and a reminder of what his grandfather Tyber had done to her KDY in the past. He has to admit, there was a small part of him that relished her inner anger at what he had shown her around his shuttle. It would lead to exciting things he hoped.


The eclipse had been used to gather Intel and other spoils of war, how much should he tell her? In the end he thought honesty would be best. "Tyber took the ship for Intel on the Emperor's vaults." He looks at her wondering what she would say to that. "The ship in itself was a huge target....he didn't want that. He had plans to steal credits. What he got were in the billions, some tech data on various things the Imps were working on, and art work belonging to the Emperor. The ship was abandoned soon after...." He didn't mention that they had been primarily after a Sith Artifact, but that was another story all together.

[Khari Vestra]

Making a mental note of that whisper, she did well to hide the smirk that was brimming inside of her, filing that away for safe keeping, or rather use later, she listened to what he had to say regarding eclipse, with a genuine interest this time. It was strange to hear the events recalled by someone on the other side of the fence, and the way he told it, it almost sounded like what Tyber had done was by necessity, rather than compulsion.

But he still was what he was, wasn't he? A criminal that got lucky, a rogue...a firebrand, had he had his way. But she couldn't make Tress guilty by association, he seemed to be making a genuine go of things, hardly the life his grandfather had lead.

"Ah, and it was our compulsion to keep Palpatines eyes from our direction long enough to out survive him that created that particular vessel. If the emperor said jump, many would have asked how high. Never was this a more true case than when we lost twenty percent of our orbital docks." She shifted a glance about the room, taking in the details apprasingly, it was very homely she supposed, with many of the features still utilized in their produce today. If anything, this held some nostalgic value for her too, since she had been but a small child when it had all been created.

"You must have had an interesting childhood...far more interesting than my own at any rate." It was in little moments like these that she supposed they could get to know one another, and while her ire for what Tyber had put many of those she held dear through still remained in part, she would try not to transfer it. Should he keep from arguing the point of course. But he had points he, too liked to argue, such as that involving her telbun. Yes, there always would be an exchange of heated words, but that brought with it some interesting extras she loved every bit as much as the 'downtime'.

And on that note, "This will do...I suppose. Where is your room by the way?" She remembered what he had uttered in regards to that, and it drew out a flicker of a smile, "And I am always good, you should learn that quickly, because I assure you, you'll never be right again if we disagree."

[Tress Odak-Zann]

Ah, yes he did have a great childhood. Learning from his grandfather the secrets of running a criminal empire. How to deal with enemies or adversaries. How to sneak in contraband into a world, and sell it making a profit. His youth was well spent putting all this knowledge to good use. Even in the Naval academy he had run underground gaming dens, or operated a black market racket. Though what he should tell her, was another matter. It could lead to things he didn't want brought up....would she think him just like his grandfather. Would she find the rumors of his blackmailing his way to his Senatorial position true or false.

"I will say yes to the interesting childhood, and leave it as that." He said smiling, later he would come clean and tell her everything.

Her point about the Emperor was exactly right. There had been many that felt like that when dealing with him. Tyber felt the opposite, and wasn't going to bow down to him. There had been others he was a thorn to as well. Black Sun, who Tress hated just as much as Tyber did. The Hutts, Jabba he hadn't liked....but he was dead now. Tyber had managed to win over them all. That was what he was to Tress, a rebel, a visionary and a leader.

Pointing to the next room over, then he walks over to the wall separating them, lifted a tapestry and revealed a doorway. "Leads to my room." Then he had to laugh at her last comment. "Oh, really? So your always good....I can certainly agree to that and if not i could always punish you if you get out of line again." a smirk appears on his lips.

[Khari Vestra]

Ah the ambiguous answer, that told her all she needed to know, he was holding back out of concern for what she would really think, not that she blamed him, had she been in his boots, she might have done the same, she had done the same. Anything he had asked her, she hadn't told a lie, but neither had she explained the intricacies of her life. He would find that out when there was cause for it, besides, it shouldn't affect the here and now.

Peering into the small walkway that lay beyond the tapestry, she arched a brow curiously, a wry expression painting her otherwise impassive features, before she turned to face him, regarding him with more than the usual skepticism.

"And you have cause for adjoining rooms often, do you?" Her tone wasn't so much accusatory as it was seeking something, some tidbit of information she could latch onto to make a point, "Careful now...I would hate to have to call you quite the hypocrite. And you chided me so about my telbun..tsk tsk."

Wagging a finger at him as she tutted, she shook her hair, her loosely tied tendrils of hair falling into a new arrangement of disarray, testament to how hurried they had been in departing that hotel...that hotel that was probably now her own in payment for the owed ammount unpaid by Rivo.

"Yes, always good, even at being bad, but you know that already....and about that uhh punishment, that stays between you and I....." She cautioned with deliberate superior tones, something akin to her usual public self, "....and the telbun. Unless of course you want to find yourself stuncuffed to something immovable again?"

Khari's dark eyes searched his own for any signs of reaction to that comment, or rather any backward challenge he might foist her way. When she did not find any immediately, she ducked beneath the tappestry and into the short corridoor beyond, pausing just short of the adjoining door.

"Are you going to show me your room, or do you have to hide all the....?" Mischeif glistening in her eyes as she said that, again images of the moments not long passed resonating around her mind. "...You get the idea. Even so, i'm curious to see the inner sanctum...i'll even show you mine."

With a wink over one shoulder, she managed to keep that chuckle out of her voice, but only barely. "When you visit I mean."

[Tress Odak-Zann]

"Uh, things in the past and all that." he shrugs at her, what he did in the past was just that...in the past. Its not like he had kept a telbun. Which made him question her. "If i had anyone here, it was long before i met you. Its not like i i have someone in there waiting at my beck and call, like say...you do"

Catching her wagging finger he acts as if he was about to bite it, "I am single and have been for months, you on the other hand have your own personal sex slave...." He was fighting his jealousy, but he was still having fun with her.

Stopping the playing he stares at her his eye going wide before glaring at her some in mock anger. "Find myself in stun cuffs will I? " He liked that superior tone of hers, but still she wouldn't dare...the retribution he would invoke would be severe.

Watching her slip under the tapestry to his room, he follows her and waits to see what she thinks. It was simple compared to the other rooms. This one the only room decorated in the Anaxes way. Pure military to the core, no fancy trappings, just a large comfortable bed, a side table holding a small bar and a trunk at the front of the bed. "What do you think? Simple for someone like me.....?"

[Khari Vestra]

"He is not a sex slave, if he wanted out of that arrangement he could have said so years ago." She commented with a wave of one elegant hand dismissively, "if anything, this way he has a far better life than the one he would have lead had he not been trained and selected...which begs the question I suppose, who has the worse deal here?"

She would let him mull that one over, it was clear his jealousy had been piqued, stimulated to the point of him needing to say something and all she needed to do was pull that thread a little, she rather liked him indignant.

"Why just the other evening, when you decieded to uhh drop in unannounced we were discussing that arrangement, since you raised a few questions back at the club. He stated that he was quite content, better than content in fact...that is until you chose to...well, you know the rest." And she hadn't said that in a way that suggested she didn't like it either, so she wondered what he would make of that one too. He had been so ready to accuse her of things when he had found them together in that room, they had in reality only been talking, it wasn't often she chose to speak to him about much aside from his usual duties, but something Tress had said did make her wonder. But that was by the by now, her telbun knew the score.

Stepping into the simple room beyond the doorway, she had barely taken a look around before she heard his indignant voice back in the corridoor outside, and that made a smirk blossom on Khari's face, though he would never have seen it, turned away as she was.

"Find myself in stun cuffs will I? "

"Yes..." she responded, sticking her head back around the side of the doorway, "...you would, and this time I might conveniently lose the combination, rather like you conveniently left me there.

Pacing around the room, which in it's self wasn't remarkable, merely comfortable without being excessive, which was precisely what she was used to, so this style of living seemed a little sparce to her eyes, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the beauty of simplicity, it functioned, and that was key.

"Simple...yes, but it bespeaks more about you than you realize. I am sure some tactical genius would find this very interesting, you keep the essentials close at hand enabling you to have a clear, undestracted mind when resting....makes perfect sense to me." She smiled at him, genuine this time and bereft of the sarcastic undertone she had used before. She wondered idly what he would make of her home...all three of them.

"It might take a little longer to show you around my own residences. So perhaps i'll just show you one place in particular?"

Perching herself on the edge of the bed, she looked across at him, making herself at home as always.

[Tress Odak-Zann]

"He is a sex slave...among other things. " He tells her persistent in how he feels about the telbunny. "And why wouldn't he have a good life, all he has to do is please one woman....and only when she wants it." He was starting to get worked up talking on this topic.


"The other night was me seeing things that weren't there i suppose...but they little scene you played out." Now he was jealous just remembering her arms around him, and his around hers. Glaring at her he steps closer to her in measured steps.

Her view about his room was very accurate. It was simple, he liked simple and things close to him. But he was still worked up about things, and it didn't distract him from things.

Her comment about the stun cuffs had him reaching the boiling point. "You will never get that opportunity woman...." He bits out as she sits on his bed. "Not unless you don't want to sit without wincing for a month." Let that threat sink into her mind and have her act as she would. Damn how he wanted her.

[Khari Vestra]

Oh he was easily wound up, she noticed with a great deal of amusement, but then the same could be said of her, if you knew what buttons to push, and he certainly knew some of them. Flaunting this had just been one of them, reffering to her telbun as little more than a pleasure slave was another. Offworlders, they never would understand, was it so inhuman to them? Perhaps, his words had even caused her to question it once or twice. But that wasn't what this was about.

"That little show as you so put it, was all it was, nothing more nothing less. And you are a fine one to talk, flirting openly with some...bimbo you were never going to persue anyway just to get a reaction."


Power play, she knew, they would go back and forth verbally, mentally, until one or the other caved and made the first move, and in her ire breaking last time, albeit jovially, he'd certainly won the first round, but she wasn't done yet.

Fixing him with her most alluringly challenging stare, she listened avidly as he told her without a shadow of a doubt she would never get that opportunity, and then followed it up with the consequences.

"No? Try me..."

While the notion that he would actually follow through with that threat did make her wince inwardly, outwardly, she was putting on a confident front. No...he wouldn't dare. Because he wasn't expecting this.