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[Slade Xandir]

Blood had gotten enough that he needed to know in the realm of Force to understand what he needed of this Twi'lek. She was going to be the brute force and relentless speed needed to ensure things were handled properly in the Sith. With her possessing that slight twinge of malleable power in the Force, she was perfect for Blood to begin dabbing his fingers into.

But again, fate deemed it not.
He was too busy for his own guiding. Much had arisen since he had called himself blankly assuming a mantle he was still learning about, and thus led him to reconsider his actions in this situation.

Turning directly to Warvanus, Blood narrowed his eyes, his Force's once again intruding into another, but this time, it was his own packmate, War. He threw himself directly against the aura of War's, running a pervasive feel against the Acolyte's current feelings. It was unrestricted, hiding nothing. This man was purely fascinated with this Twi'lek, the Acolyte himself feeling his way across the Twi'lek in his own method. Warvanus saw the heart of fire, the brain of a killer, the massacre that intoxicates and laces this woman's ways. This scarlet and crimson demoness was something the Acolyte had fancied himself with.

Blood then pulled his influence away from the man, communing with his own common sense. He had to remember how his own Sire thought, acted, ran this Family. It was going to be hard, but he wasn't going to drown in the murk. And the things Blood had no idea on what to do upon, he was simply going to have to piece things together from similar experiences.

Considering he had fresh wounds from Mercy betraying him, sneaking under his nose and gilding her loyalty to him, he wasn't planning to allow his pack any chance to do so ever again. He wouldn't have a problem snatching up anyone who contested his leadership. If they were worthy, then they were worthy. But they would have to have to kill him first, and considering he was quickly rising to his prime, there was no way in the Void he was planning to let anyone sneak up on him. Mercy had been his first, and his last thorn.

Warvanus having interest in this woman was immediately classified as a threat to Blood. However, logic held back the savage and unfair primal judgement, his wily mind already scheming his way through this occurrence. If he allowed War to see to her physicality, conditioning her, seeing to mold her in the Sith way, he would have an immediate ally. As long as the Acolyte knew who he served under with pure intentions, War had nothing to worry of when it came to the wrath of Blood.

Emotions and logic had a compelling history of never agreeing with each other.

"Warvanus, you and I will have a talk of this today, but we have plans to take care of."

Turning back to the Twi'lek, he addressed her with name. "I am Lord Blood, and this is one of advanced charges, Warvanus. You will learn both of and from us as we induct you into our ways."

Turning to leave the scene, he briefly gestured with a rolled shoulder that they should follow suit. "Tell of of your creation," he spoke aloud to her. This would give him a better understanding of what life she had come from. Knowledge of it would allow him better grasp of how to best release her from her animalistic tendencies and into more refined and sophisticated ways of handling her business in the Sith Order. If she could not be relieved of these brutal tactics, then she would forever be only a warrioress.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus knew that look when he noticed Blood’s eyes narrowed. He also perceived Blood’s presence in his mind. He did nothing to resist, nor hide anything from him. They had been through a lot together and he was not about to undermined him. He did fancy her, not in a physical way but her skill, her brutality, when he looked at her, he felt like he was looking in a mirror. She would be a valuable asset to the Empire. He had no hidden agenda. No aspirations of absolute rule. He had learned much in their order’s history and would not fall into those same vices. He lusted after power, battle, and glory. He wanted to make a name for himself that would strike intense fear into his enemies and those of their order.

“As you say Milord” he bowed his head, and when introduced to the Twilek he bowed his head in greeting but said nothing.
Then he followed Lord Blood, He did not say a word as he kept his hands folded behind his back as they departed.

[Valera]

Again his question was somewhat confusing. Life before her enslavement was a distant hazy memory at best, but she did not want to displeased her new master, or was it Lord? A foreign term but one she was going to grow accustomed to.

"I am called Valera, my Lord," she began with her own introduction. It was how all of her fights had been billed and she knew nothing else. If she had ever had a surname it was lost in her past. "I was a serving girl and later trained to fight in the pits," there was little else to her story at this point. "I'm highly skilled in several martial arts disciplines and capable of wielding a great many weapons," she explained. Really it wasn't anything that she man couldn't have learned through simple observation.

Beyond that it was rare that her old master ever wished to speak with her. Really she just didn't know what to say. She had her uses of course but providing stimulating conversation was not one of her greater talents. Perhaps in time but she still had much to learn.

That might have been the most peculiar bit, at least in the Twi'lek's opinion. What was she going to be learning and what were their ways? It had been so long since she'd truly experienced much outside of the fight and to have the future hold so many uncertainties was not comforting, especially when she already felt at a disadvantage. Still, a slave did not question their master. And her own strengths and weaknesses aside, her path was set.

[Master Buggie]

((OOC: Valera, please refer to the private message I just sent to you. Let me know if you have any questions!))