SithLore

The sound of something landing in the distance woke Elisii up. With a spitting sigh of frustration the tall Felacatian rose to her feet slipping on the loose fitting top she'd made out of woven desert sage and pulling the frayed pants she'd need to replace with something else soon enough on as well, almost forgetting the carefully sharpened ivory wood blade she'd made in her haste to find whoever had landed so close to her little oasis. A small pool of water with a patch of tall, thin reedy trees she'd bent down to form a makeshift shady shelter was all she had to call her own and she wasn't about to let some stranger trespass on it. Coming up over a sandy hill she spotted what seemed to be a small cruiser meant for fast and discreet travel if she remembered correctly enough about ships, her pink and blue eyes narrowed into slits while her tail lashed and ears pinned to display the level of anger she was already at. "HEY YOU!" She shouted while striding forward waiting to see if she'd gotten their attention before saying anything else.

Just because I gotta do it to em'. .-.

Khairo, the Battlemaster of the Cerberus Council now under work for Tormentous, the reinclaimed Dark Lord of the Sith, paired with a could of other warriors to check the next possible planet to host their current Lord's will. Though Jaguda belonged to the Sith, the more planets they could place their perfectly terrible experiments or weaponry on, any was welcome to join the team. So the Shistavanen watched his loyals land to scout the desert planet out before he decided to place himself down on the dunes. The basic shuttle landed further behind his accompanying warriors, and he took his time to wait until he recieved an 'all clear' before proceeding. After placing a lighter armor on himself, the massive humanoid clicked a weapons belt in place for his spare weapon of choice, a simple vibrosword, while his other was slung across a broad muscled furred back. Light and ray deflecting goggles he snapped in place over his muzzle, while he tied just a sheet of cloth atop it, hoping to keep the sand from being his latest meal due to the high winds. Hinds fitted flat walker boots, as his webbed feet claws could only stop his heavy frame from sinking so much, and with ensuring his holowatch was charged and primed, his food rations securely on his person, he and his scouting party began their trek upon the sandy seas.

It was high noon before the first few had come across anything of sorts, only a half hour after they landed. "Khairo, theres an organic here. Seems hostile." Khairo's ears flicked back in annoyance. Who and what could possibly be living on this hellscape? ""HEY"" he heard heatedly slapped in the ear of one of his generals, another of his own kind, Drest'n who was a lighter tan and cream Shistavanen equiped with only just a smaller build than he. A fine and agile warrior, he was and his own skill was not hampered, but honed by his slighter size. "She's heading for us. Seems maybe- Cathar? No, Felacatian, female, armed with non energy. Put her down or..? Halt!" he barked at her, the sandy tan muzzle spreading a warning of glinting ivories at her. Khairo spoke nothing into the earpiece as he only just arrived on scene. More or less, he wanted to witness a fun brawl between his man and this lady. Cats versus Dogs, what a classic. "Do what you gotta do, Drest'n," Khairo called out, and his scouting party formed a fight ring around the two, eager to see how the pair would handle this conflict. "Sack her, Dres!" Hitari called out, her yip scalding the air with excitement. "Nah just net her so we can keep goin'!" soured Evst, a tired older Shistavanen. The rest of the crew cheered, and watched with eager lupine gazes, their clawed hands on weapons of all kinds should their packmate get killed.

Winds and heat swirled the excitement in a crescendo around this little oasis, and even Khairo cared less about anything as he let his people have a little bit of fun.

It was a crew of Shistavanen she determined by their stench before she even bothered taking a good look at the curled maw of the canid-like humanoid muttering either to himself or his crew. Quickly she counted the total number of crew members she assumed she'd have to teach a lesson to unable to finish before the brutish man shouted at her to stop. Eyes fastening to his she paused for a hot second to lift a hand, the middle finger up and claws unsheathing before she marched forward this time brandishing the blade with the intent to take him on. It was when she finally stood in dangerous proximity did she take notice of the fully extent of the party that had landed in her desert much too late to prevent herself from being trapped in some form of make shift fighting ring. Looking over the heads of the men she spotted Khairo and bore her fangs in his direction promising she'd give him hell before turning back to the tan Shistavanen and spitting at his feet "Get your reeking behinds away from my oasis before you piss me off" she lifted her blade in one hand while the other lifted in a fist preparing to block anything he sent her way while she moved toward him putting the pressure on him to make the first move.

The aggressor, Drest'n, scoured the woman over once more, and pulled out his own handheld. Short Vibroblade buzzed to life with the press of a meaty clawed thumb atop the button, as his light amber eyes kept more on her body language than where her weapons were stationed. Her rude middle finger was met with a crafty grin as his other fist unbound into a clawed grip, too eager to pick up the kitten up and fling her into submission. That ivory blade was held with some kind of interesting stance however, and he wasn't sure his thick body would be agile enough to dodge her own reflexes. His breastplate however, should be enough to keep his vitals good enough from being impaled or skewered; well unless her intent was to decapitate him, but the most she'd be needing to do would be fighting through thickly dense neck and hackle fur. The blade didn't seem to be a vibroweapon, so he doubted she'd have the strength to hack through his thick meat.

"We're not trying to kill you lady. Come peacefully," he offered one final time as his heavy pads carved through the hot sands. He adjusted his grip defensively, having the blade's sharp glint aiming at her on an underhanded grip. His non dominant left calmly awaited her throat to fit snugly in it. Not even waiting for her to respond, he rushed her, already knowing there was no calming down any feline specie that were already worked up. Blade at the ready, he took aim for her pre-defended right side, his left, while reading his left palm to grab the offending weapon holding limb, anticipating an easy victory.

With a swift inspection she took note of the way he held his blade, the defensive position meant that she was the attacker which was just fine by her. The time spent alone here had been long enough to know that it was abnormal for this planet to see many visitors, the time alone had also been long enough that she was far from willing to communicate with a pack of circling dogs. If they were paying close enough attention they would notice the way her fur continued to puff up, with each inch closer almost as if the skin beneath it was also bubbling and writhing around her bones. The familiar sensation of the oncoming shift sent a shiver down her spine, if she wound up losing control she'd be the one murdering them. Instead of moving in for the strike she gave his words a moment's consideration that ended in an incredulous laugh at his order "Come? That command doesn't work on Felacatians, I'm not going anywhere". There was the slightest tremble behind the taunt, a slip in the tough façade and showing the fear they'd provoked by stating they wished to take her away. With more fuel added to the reason she wanted to fight them off she sprinted forward without warning hoping that her speed would catch him off guard enough for her to grab hold of his extended hand, linking her fingers with his and spinning around behind him pulling his arm behind his back and sharply upward. Her breath burst from her lips in a loud hiss as another wave of energy sent her flesh crawling again and she dropped his arm stumbling quickly away from him while resuming the previous stance, one fist lifted and the other wrapped tightly around the ivory blade a ready look in her gaze as she prepared for two battles at once: Keeping her emotions in check and kicking the snot out of these mutts until they ran yelping from her Oasis.

Drest'n had no doubt caught the little bit of tremble that had plagued her words, enough to where his guard had stupendously dropped as much as his smirk had broadened. His dropped arm released the hard defense he should have had into a much more relaxed posture, and allowed the fiendish finesse of the Felacatian to easily penetrate the wide open back of the lycanistic biped. Before he was even able to turn around, she had rolled herself atop him, and sword had missed her by a mere whisker. It was his fault for dropping his guard, and the moment the ring wanted to enclose on the cat for merely being cunning, Khairo held a meaty claw out, indicating them to hold their position. He was monitoring his member's faults as a mastered warrior of battle. And he was amused by the exchange. However, a certain scent began to waft from the found woman, and it began to raise the ruff of the scouting pack's leader. Khairo felt that trickle of instability in her, and this happened within miliseconds of him watching Drest'n having his non-dominant arm nearly dislocated.

'Had she not released him sooner, it would be broken,' the Shistavanen mulled over. But she had stopped, and clearly a feline did not play to make friends. Romps were made to discern who was dominant amongst lupine, but among felinae, it was to teach to kill. They were not a familial specie. However, she had released him, because she was fighting against her urges of shifting.

"Drest'n enough," he barked out to the clearly scorned warrior. "We haven't even-" he began to whine a protest, eager to get back at the swift woman, however Khairo ended it with a look that shut him protest down. A flash of splayed auds and his replacement within the circle qued to the vicious cat lady their little joust was over. A Felicatian who was actually able to hold off a shift was impressive enough as it was, considering they were very temperamental things. Yet that, and how she had read his battle partner well enough to just slip through with ease cued quite enough to the practiced eye of the Master of Battle. There wasn't enough scars that he could pick out from her fur, and it led enough to him to have reservations on her prowess. With enough training, she would make a fine addition to their ranks. Clearly she was naturally apt to it.

Tilting a chin up to the Felicatian, his baritones rolled out to the woman, offering her enough to prove he wasn't some mindless beast.

"This planet is property of the Sith. You are a warrior, and a crafty one, eluding Sith patrols as you have. Join us, so that you do not need to defend yourself from anyone. Join us, so that you may take what pleases you, and do as you wish to those who wrong you."

He did not need to provide anymore words to her. Khairo wasn't much of a talker, and that was as much as he was going to offer her, vocally. Anything else was going to be violence that would undoubtedly lead to her death.

Without turning her face away from the wolf-like man to keep a watch on him, she slid her gaze to the right to study the bastard with his hand raised. Her lip curled up on one side and she scoffed under her breath finding it despicable that the stranger was ordering a small army to do his bidding. White ears flattening backward Elisii watched them both with a narrowed gaze flicking back and forth her expression darkening as she picked up the murmured words, figuring out that this brute was doing more than enjoying the show....he was studying it. Flinching at the sudden order she focused on Drest'n listening to the short exhange while focusing on the continuous ripples of energy she could feel beneath her skin. Despite the shift still being nearby her lips twitched up into a smirk at the whimper, the opinion that Shistavanens were easily cowed like tameable pets now firmly embedded in her mind. While she wasn't fresh on her battle training she knew enough to tell when a fight was over and backed up just a few paces thinking the circle would open back up now, her eyes gleaming with pride before the stranger replaced her opponent.

Gritting her teeth she closed the distance she had gapped and stood to her full height which wasn't impressive unless you considered the fact that she was mere minutes from turning into a beast that could probably take half of them out before they killed her. Puffing herself up as much as possible she displayed her refusal to take any kind of crap from this man though her ears raised from their pinned position the angry look on her face softening into a few seconds of consideration. Avoided Sith patrols.....It wasn't intentional she'd more so just wanted to avoid detection of any beasts that would try to eat her or other stragglers who'd crave the rare Oasis she'd found in this dry, hot desert planet. The praise didn't fall on deaf ears either but she disliked the insinuation she couldn't take what she pleased as it was and the worse insinuation she was incapable of taking revenge against her enemies. With a flick of her wrist her ivory blade sunk into the dirt just beside the man's foot while she held eye contact having the feeling that he wouldn't flinch in the slightest, her breath rushed from her lungs in a strained burst as her anger grew unbearable "I am taking what I want" her voice was wrong as it came from past her lips the punch she sought to throw faltering as she fell to her knees her skin rippling. Feeling the claws on her fingers elongate she snarled and punched the sand with a guttural scream before curling her fingers into the palms of her hands and sinking her own claws deep into the skin there drawing blood. Sucking in air like she was being choked she looked up at him with slitted eyes and a twisted face "Get away now!" the warning was the last thing she'd remember before the energy from within her was gone, the sand in front of her face rising to spray into the Shistavanen blocking him from her as if something beneath it kicked it up. With the burst of invisible energy she suddenly felt exhausted and slumped to the sand her multi-colored eyes watching the sand settle back into place and moving to stare up at the Lupine's face with little else but confusion and shock as she tried to stay awake.

His words had almost had some kind of effect on the feline femme, but the rest had damned it all. Thick palms grabbed his waist belt as she threatened them all with her display, and his patience had only just run out when the very end of it had caused a minor slew of thoughts to scour his mind infinitely. He watched the sand raise, and Khairo pulled his team back with a single waft of a hunky furry arm. They all had pulled out blasters of several kinds, and he himself wielded a electronet blaster. "Raven-" he called into his earpiece, but before he could even finish the sentence, the Shistavanen crew witnessed a black shred open between them and the Felacatian. The shred hovered, as though a tear in existence itself was made real, and it widened into a diamond shaped portal, inky and ethereal. Out from it stepped a small figure, an indigo cloak wrapped around her petite frame. Hood pulled up, the only thing visible was a pair of deeply violet eyes in the depths before the Phantom turned to the prone Felacatian and whispered an incantation in both Sith and some other indiscernible language. Her cloak flung outwards as she raised both arms, revealing she was hovering over the sand, the figure of pale grey skin, and a black longsleeved legless bodysuit. Ruby waist belt gems sparked as she invested Force and sorcery into this, before a gloved hand reached out to the Felacatian woman. Immediately they would begin to feel their strength beginning to drain, and their will to remain awake would be completely nullified. Ellisi would desire to sleep, and once she would fall into slumber, Raven would transport her from this place, and induct her into a much more fitting place for Force Sensitives.

By the time he muttered a name into his earpiece she'd roused herself enough to get to her knees though she was woozy, the world felt unstable beneath her legs so she had braced her hands on her knees leaving it evident that she wasn't a threat any longer. There was enough sense left for Elisii to look up into his eyes as he called for someone to assist and a smirk of pride curled her lips upward though she said nothing deeming it unintelligent to push her luck any further, for now it was simply hilarious that she'd done something worthy of him pausing in what she assumed to be the process of ending her life. The sudden opening of space in front of her wiped the cocky expression from her face and she stumbled backward hissing at the hooded figure though she was far too weak to do anything but put distance between them, her white ears pinning backward and fangs bared her lips twitching as she stared a the outstretched hand. There was a serious moment of contemplation where she thought about biting the witch....before she started speaking, then there was a lull that came over her causing her to sway from side to side. She'd spent her entire life learning to build resistance to energetic sensations and probably would have hit the sand hard and fast if it weren't for that but regardless she was out of luck. As soon as the felecation opened her mouth to snarl she was slumping forward the sound that was meant to be threatening coming out as a tiny mewl that ended in a drawn out groan while she rolled over to avoid snorting the terrain, her fading vision taking in what little of the Woman's appearance as she could before sliding to the man who'd called for her. There was a flicker of anger before her eyelids fluttered shut and the only sign of life coming from her was the relaxed flicking of her tail and the small purring snores that left her slightly parted lips.....quite a drastic change from the feisty woman who had stormed across the sand ready to take on an entire small army of Shistavanen.

Wrapping this up to sithify you~

Raven had ensured her influence put the Felacation into adequate slumber before picking her up with telekinetic energy and bringing her into the wormhole fissure. No words were exchanged between her and Khairo, otherwise. He and his stunned pack shook themselves and went about their scouting duties, and eventually finished up without any more random cat ladies to harass.