Date night(Slade)

[Lady Kota]

Kota didn't know about replacing master's, she had never done so. "Life can be restored,
as for death, my body will vanish my soul will not. Is this a gift or a curse, perhaps both maybe neither. She said. She hadn't quite decided what it was just yet. There was a lot on her mind as far as the presence and future things, she still had a child to think about.

[Slade Xandir]

Very generalized answers were returned to him, and he found himself dissatisfied. Here she was, the most powerful Force User he had come to ever know the existence of, and she remained illusive on her bearings. Surely she had stories to share, did she not? Was she just consuming power as it came along?

He hungered to know more of this woman, but it put him off and in a colder region for her to dissuade him as she was.

"What is it you do in your free time, miss Kota? Do you enjoy the life you have as you have it? Or do you slave away to the needs and wants of others?"

He had to be more forward, as she refused to ledge him anything he could pull up on. And rather than give in to impatience for her lack of will, he had to take the conversation into his own hands by force, as he did most other things. There were two kinds of people in the world; those who entertained, and those who observed. He could play the parts of both.

[Lady Kota]

"This is what free time I will have for the next month if not years. It's not always the needs of others, but myself that have to be attended. Someone like me doesn't get luxuries of free time, they are rare and usually happen before the bigger storms that Grace the Galaxy. Something is bound to happen, it will be big." She said. It was just experience that taught her such.

[Slade Xandir]

Blood listened to her, his attention zoning between her words and her honesty. Not that she would have a reason to lie of her free time or anything, but he was forced to remind himself that she wasn't exactly an ally.
And neither was he.

So what things brewed large enough for this woman? Was she expected by whoever she served to quell the dangers since she was so powerful? And did more storms arise because of her?

"Why not nip it in the bud before it blooms, then?"

[Lady Kota]

"The future for me doesn't change, I get the warnings but they always end the same." She said. Slowly she stood up to look at him. "That has been my curse since I've learned the force. What is yours?" She asked. Kota wondered if she was the only one with such a curse. Seeing the future was almost always accurate for her, it had been since she was an apprentice.

[Slade Xandir]

He was an honest man, and he had no reason to lie. But the things he knew of,...Were they meant to be secret? Would he regret telling her these things? Would it be a hindrance or a blessing to relieve himself of this-what? burden? It was far from that. But that didn't mean it didn't take part of the name.

"I was not born with the Force naturally gifted to me. It was placed within me, forced into my mind, into my heart. I was cursed with the side effects, but the Force in itself to me is truly a gift from the one who thrust it into my being. A little girl, the Shadow Pup, lithe and pale with irises the color of heated blood."

Almost as though he spoke her into existence, her image, illusion as best as could be, danced and twirled between him and Kota. She hummed a rhythmic tune before turning to smile at him with the fangs of the damned. Almost as if she was swimming, the wisps of her snowy hair whirled about her in a whimsical and dreamy manner, dark dress flaying around her with no gravity to hold them still. He knew she was not real, just a figment, a piece of what was still lodged inside of him. But her words counseled him, eased him through his confusion, and challenged him to be more than he was mere seconds, missions, or months before.

"Tell her," she cooed in that lilt of hers. So he did.

"It was on Tattooine when she came to me, dancing in the shadows of night. The moon as not even allowed to shine upon us, as she sucked it's shine away with her magic. She slid from void to void with ease, captured my attention and sucked my mind dry. Within, she placed thousands of images, scenarios and schemes of death, decay, destruction. Families lost, hearts eaten out, wars and the massacres that lay within. Simple murders to accidental slaughters. Carnage to every degree, all of it lays trapped as a minefield in my mind. And every day, every thought that comes to pass, I trigger a bomb. That is my curse. And if I had condolences before, the screams of slaughtered souls have numbed them, by now."

The Sithian took a second took a gaze at the crashing of the waves, his golds serene and seemingly at peace as he continued his monologue.

"She gave me her story. Her downfall. And her rising. How she was used, the ritual that forced her down a path she had no desire to go down. The many who perished through and because of her. She gorged it into the heart of my memory, as if it is my own cross to bear."

And he bore it for a nice minute, now. A year and some additional seasons, it seemed.

"Of course it doesn't hinder me in my work. But it does nothing but make each blow I land more...lethal. And I can't exactly say I have a problem with this."

He turned back to the woman, his eerie eyes scanning her own to gauge her reaction to his tale. Would she believe him? Or would she say he was mad?

[Lady Kota]

Kota felt a little pitty, such torture, but she too had been. "So I'm not the only cursed soul at least." She said. She grabbed her boots, she was a bit hungry so she mentioned to go start a fire so she could cook something. Anything she had would be better hot. If he followed fine, if not it didn't matter.

[Lady Kota]

Ooc:since I can't edit.

Ic: Kota built the fire with the force (pyrokenisis). He was still standing there looking confused, he had told her everything. She had told him nothing, she sighed. "Come sit and eat. I'll tell you my tale." She said motioning him.

[Slade Xandir]

He was indeed confused, but it was clarified her moment of silence was meant to be more exploited through a meal. Though he didn't take much fondness at discussing business at the dinner table, this was something entirely different. This was to be a revelation of what made this woman who she was; that was something of such prestigious value that he couldn't fathom passing up.

The Wolf followed her up the banks of the sand, far enough away from the azure liquids of the sea where the waterwinds wouldn't harm the life of the fire. Meat and dried berries he saved up and brought in case he got hungry, powered fruit mixes coupled with the pair of water bottles he kept in a packs multicanteen. Here, away from the world of technology and internet, the Hunter relied on the things he learned from surviving in the wilds of all terrains. Keeping and preserving meals, maintaining healthy mineral levels, all were the responsibility of someone who gave a damn about their health.

He broke off half of the dried and sweetened Roba steak, then poured a handful of his assorted berried into a flap of extra leather he had, then handed the makeshift 'plate' to her. Resourceful. Then pouring the dried fruit mix into a water module, stirring and swishing it around, the pearlescent sheen of fruit and berry extract drink was handed to Kota in the water bottle. Only after she got herself settled, did he.

[Lady Kota]

She took a seat by the fire. "My first memories were of running with my mother and my father screaming. I didn't know at the time why. A year later my mother was killed on her way back from the market, I ran not knowing who had done it. That was how I met my master, he took me back to his world to protect me. His world was cold and ice, but far from the hands of humans. My master was a Chiss, the rarest of force users, yet I was the alien for a long time. He wasn't a Sith, he wasn't a Jedi, he said such wars were not for him. I was ten when the curse came, I saw my master die before he really died. A bomb was placed on the shuttle he took off in, I tried to tell him to no avail, he blew up ten minutes later. Ten years would be my longest time left alone, but I thought after those years that I had found love. Darth Hexus, I was happy, until my curse showed me other wise. At first I didnt believe it, but then I found the men enslaved and found out he had been the one to kill my mom and master. A two year war would brake out, I ended his life at my own hands, I lost my first general in that war. I swore on that day no human would ever serve under me, nor would I allow myself to love again. One promise I would never be able to keep.

I returned home for a year, I had not been an alien there any longer and always had the trust and respect of those who knew me. During that time I made the crew for the Phoenix, I offered the men I freed from Hexus work. Some of them took it, some didn't, but I would respect their choice. Either way there was a void I needed to fill, my Commander. Not an easy task, but the force would show me him with the future when I passed a squad at home. He was a fresh Captain, no experience, never left home, much less commanded anyone, but he would fill my void. Tann has surpassed what I saw that day and proven his loyalty.

I was twenty three when I returned to the Galaxy, that was when I met him. Darth Axl Fett, a Sith, we talked and friendship blossomed. After so time I allowed it to become more, but once again my curse would see that ended. I saw Dathomir's destruction and him walking away a year before the events would unfold. After they did play out I began to slip into darkness, that is where Diabolus picked up. He twisted me into something darker than a Sith.

For years we rained, King and Queen of the Dragons. We were dark chaos, there was no mercy, there was no feeling, there was no alliances. We took who and whatever we wanted, we didn't negotiate. Everyone including the Sith had finally had enough, they united under one flag just to end our rule. I vanished from the view as they destroyed our fleet, I returned home brooding. It would be years before I would return. During this time is when I would find out who I was, thanks in part to somethings Thrawn had attempted to hide.

When I did the curse would once plague me, this time for years. I kept seeing someone die, someone who meant something to me, but i didn't know who. I just knew some how the vong were involved. As I gathered help to fight them, I found my daughter Krynn. I didn't give her much attention, a desision I would regret. During the war my ship was shot down, I would loss her that day along with my men, and my people. The hardest things to deal with in battles are losses, though my people were long away from the war I could feel them die much as Davin did. He had been a friend to me, before the war, friends for me were rare. I didn't know how much his life meant until my curse showed me. He was my brother, or half brother, and I didn't know until vongvong tortured me beyond what one should endure. During this time is when I brought him back, among the pain, sorrow, and tiredness. He would help me escape, as would Xavius and Linso. Linso was a shameless vong who would fight and kill his brother to help us win the war.

After the war I returned home to save who I could. I would be charged with poisoning my people by the Empire. There was no strength left in me, so I simply went to prison. Though their jail couldn't hold me, I made no effort to break free. It would be one of their own, Argus who would free me and clear me. He also would show me that the Empire had forgotten something, that would turn out to be to end my father.

After I left with my father, he told me his version of what happened. My life was rough, but I had began to rekindle life with Xavius a little before the war. It was slow for both of us, he saw himself as an unfeeling machine and I a broken woman. I began to it again to the darkness when my curse showed me the graveyard and the child. It took everyone, my last friend, my love, my brother, my allies to save me from my slip. In moments I knew love had to be born, my child was created. Months later the graveyard, another war, this time my people had no defense and I couldn't stop what was coming. I was banished from my home, the Chiss enslaved, and no hope.

The next year I spent hiding myself from those who would hunt me, hiding my pregancy until she was born.

The last of my curses cruel visions came when I saw the sea of white and Argus standing among them. After everything the Empire took from me I was to just let it go. It seems that after digging in their records I discovered what my father had done. He is now dead and I now aid the Empire." She said as she started to warm some food by the fire. This was the short version of her story, minus a few things like creating the holocron and the vong still alive.