Star Wars The Old Republic

Aphra smiles amused

“Do You need help at removing a Womens Clothes?“

 

Arkad propped himself up and smiled down at Aphra, chuckling, the phoenix pendant hanging from his neck, ‘You are kind of lying on top of the jacket.’

 

Aphra looks at The Phoenix Pendant.

“Oh thats a nice looking Thing....where did You stole it from hm?“

 

Mysa feel like her arm get on fire and heat, just after she take drug. Her legs get weaker and She fall on knees but... Soon it is ended. The drug started working and she feel better.
Garak look at all of this with stoic face.
"Well, well, well. You managed to did it. I don't mind how are you going to be dressed on the ship. But I recomend to you put something when we arrive." He said pointing on her naked body.

 

Mysa panted heavily after taking the injection. Starting to feel better, she rose to her feet. The former Sith lord looked at Garak, covering her crotch and breasts, 'Oh, you don't mind if I run around naked, do you?' She chuckled, 'Well, ahm, thank you, Garak. I feel a lot better already.'

Arkad sat up and held the pendant in front of his face, 'It belonged to someone dear and special to me...' Thinking about Juliet made Arkad feel guilt, 'Maybe we should not do this after all.' He got up from the couch and picked up his shirt from the floor.

 

Red Sith look at her from hight ground.
"On time of mission, you will call me 'Lord Garak' or simply 'Lord'. Remeber, that now you will folow my orders and HK-52." He comand her. "And make something with your hair. Some pony tail or other practical hair style. The hair are great to grab by enemy so I suggest you to cut it off, but this will be your decition."

 

Something in the way Garak acted and talked made Mysa obedient, she lowered her head looking at the ground between them, 'Y–Yes, Lord Garak.' She grabbed a strand of her hair, and looked at it, 'You want to change the way I look already... Master?'

 

Garak speak to her seriosly.
"Look in my eyes when you talk to me. I want to see your face." He comand her and grab her hair before her face.
"Yes, loose, long hair are one of worst enemy of warrior. It could blind you in worst moment, distract you or ewen get use by enemy to hold your head. It is one of basic rules in military."

 

Aphra sat up, looking at Arkad sad.

“Im sorry....I didnt think about what I said. I didnt mean to hurt You“

 

Mysa looked up at Garak, looking him in the eye, ‘Better?’ Her eye followed his hand as he grabbed her hair, before looking at him again while speaking, ‘I–I’ll change it, Lord Garak.’

Arkad shook his head, ‘You did not hurt me, Aphra. I did that myself. I should not be doing this with you, not so soon after...’ He looked down at the pendant with sorrow in his eyes.

 

Garak nod to her.
"Good, now fix it and get ready for sparing with HK-52. Just like you are now."
He said and go out to call droid, leaving naked Mysa on cold floor. The assassin's droid waiting for her in corridoor.

 

Mysa scowled at Garak’s back and got up from the floor. She looked around the torture chamber for some head band or knife to fix her hair.

 

Mysa found pair of scissors hanged on the wall and head band next to this. When she leave the room, HK-52 waiting in combant position.
"Rules are simple. No weapon, no Force. Only your flesh body against his mechanic. If you will win this duel, I will give you lightsaber of Jedi master. If you lose, HK-52 will use elextric to hurt you. Any question?" Garak said with stoic face and crossed arms on cheast.

 

Mysa used the scissors to cut her hair into a pixie cut, trying her best without a mirror. She emerged from the room and looked at Garak and HK-52. After listening to the explanation, she scowled, ‘The fight seems hardly fair, but fine.’ The former Sith lord went into a defensive position, ‘Will you give a signal to start or something like that?’

 

Garak rise his hand and shout lightning in Mysa right hand, not too much, but enough to give pain.
"I'm not with you on 'me'. You will call me 'Lord', do you remeber that?"
HK-52 give sound, what could be recognise as laught, if that droid could laught.

 

Mysa winced and scowled at Garak, ‘Y–Yes, Lord Garak.’ Her eyes darted to the droid, ‘Funny is it? I’ll show you, you...’ Lightning coursed down Mysa’s arm to her finger tips before she caught herself and the purple lightning fizzled away. She cursed, not being able to use the force would complicate things. She craned the fingers of her robotic arm and went back to her stance.

 

Garak lower his arm.
"Fight!" He said and droid attack Mysa, by punch in the face and strike in cheast.

 

Mysa tried to use her robotic arm to parry the punch to her face while stepping to the side and back to avoid a hit to her chest.

 

Aphra awkwardly puts her Jacket and cap with Pilotglasses back on her head.

“Im sorry....I let You alone to think.“

 

Arkad put his shirt back on and sighed, ‘Stop saying you are sorry, it is not your fault.’