Ask A Tale of Two Accents

[Laeonas Tannaras]

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At Senin's comment, a bitter laugh escaped the older man's lips. "It's never simple with places laike these. Corpos and rich folk find tha stupidest places ta 'ide their shite." He explained, stepping out of the closet and walking into the hallway. "Ai swear, broke into this one merchant's place and he hid 'is safe under a fuckin' fridge. Wasn't even a good 'idin' place, was just fuckin' weird." He recounted.

"If there's a door, it leads somewhere. Better we give wherever th'at leaves a shot before we leave empty 'anded." He replied to the G'wenean's question. "If it ain't in tha first spot, we check tha second. Than tha third if th'at doesn't work. We ain't quittin' till we get what we came fer-- came to far already." He went on, walking down to the end of the hallway. Pulling out the card again, he’d swipe it, opening the door.

Before taking the final step out, he’d glance around the corner— checking for any cameras that might have been down the next hall. Looking along the ceiling, low and behold, he spotted the worst thing he could’ve imagined he’d find besides a security guard staring right at him. “Of karkin’ course.” He muttered to himself, turning around. “Ferget what Ai said. They’ve got a camera down tha ‘all. We’re leavin’.” He declared, turning on his heels to head back out. Functioning security was a guarantee that they’d be caught.

As he started walking back, the man would pause after just a few steps. Slowly, he shifted his attention back to the office supply closet. Walking in, he’d begin checking the shelves again, looking through old boxes. “C’mon…” he muttered, before a grin slipped across his face. “YES.” He triumphantly hissed, yanking out what he was looking for. “Change of plans!” He called, striding back into the hall.

Heading back to the doorway, Laeonas would point what was in his hand up at the ceiling a few times, clicking the button in quick succession. A light streamed out, a tiny green pinprick. There was no carbon scoring, no damage to the plaster— just light, harmless— if you didn’t point it in someone’s eye. Leaning out, he made sure his face was obscure— and than pointed and clicked with the laser, hitting the camera dead on. He held it for a few seconds, motioning for Senin to come out and join him.

“We’re all clear. Check tha rooms, Ai’ll be makin’ sure we’re covered.” He declared, flashing his partner a grin. “Just don’t take to long— if this thing is goin’ haywire on their end fer a few minutes, they’ll send someone down ‘ere.’"

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@LouJoVi

 

[Senin Ravelo]

”Oh, I have a good understanding of corporate guys. The Ravelo have their good share of companies.” his adoptive family was one of the richest of G’wenee, he knew how they were careful with their things. “Even then, I still think that it’s bizarre that they would put a door with a passcode for a simple office. I never saw that before.” he always thought that Maxim was a paranoid businessman, but now he found someone worse than him.

After Laeonas had agreed to explore other parts of the factory, Senin was prepared to leave this corridor. However, he stopped when the Brentaalan used the card to open the door. He had learned that they needed to be careful in this place or they could end up getting caught. The G’weneen decided to allow the older man to see if it was safe for them to leave.

When the Brentaalan returned saying that there was a camera, Senin didn’t understand why he was in panic. They were Force users. They could easily break the camera without much effort, even before it could reveal their presence. He wondered if Laeonas never thought that he could use his abilities this way.

While they were preparing to leave, Senin decided to say his idea. “Gato…” he started, but stopped when the Brentaalan entered the office supply closet. He returned with what seemed to be a tiny green pinprick, which he pointed at the camera. The Acolyte saw Laeonas press a button several times, making a light hit the camera. He didn’t understand what was happening, but the older man seemed to be happy with what he was doing.

“If you are sure.” Senin said, unsure if what Laeonas was doing would make the camera not register their presence. Moving fast, the G’weneen would enter in the other doors of the corridor and investigate these rooms. He didn’t find anything interesting. There were only other officers.

However, he found something different on the last door. It had a stairway going down to the factory. From where he was, Senin could see that there were some boxes down there. Perhaps the batteries could be stored at this place. Rushing back to where Laeonas was, the Acolyte would explain to him what he had found. “I think that the two of us need to go down there. Together, we can search the place faster.”

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

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Senin's anecdote was a surprise, but he had to admit that it was informative. He always imagined that the rich would go to any ends to protect their riches, with something as obviously excessive as a passkey on an office door being perfectly rational in their minds. "Ya'd think with 'ow open tha Zeltron are about everythin' else, they'd be open about this to." He'd joke.

As Laeonas would point the laser at the camera, he'd notice Senin's obvious apprehension about his current method of distraction. "It ain't magic, this shite's foolproof!" He called. "Tha laser blinds tha cam-- all security sees is a bunch of static right now." He'd explain, a smirk on his lips. "Long as Ai keep this on there, we're free ta do whatever we want in 'ere." He'd go on, a triumphant expression plastered on his face. Who could've guessed all that useless office junk wasn't as useless as he thought?

As Senin went ahead down the corridor, Laeonas would slowly walk forward, keeping his hand steady so the laser wouldn't break contact with the camera. He'd follow after his partner, eyes darting between him and the camera as they moved through the hall. When Senin looped around the corner, it wouldn't be long before he'd looped back. Laeonas' eyes widened at Senin's explanation of what he'd found. The man didn't expect that they'd find a way onto the factory floor, but it seemed that their luck hadn't run out just yet.

At the request for Laeonas to join him, the man would give him a quick nod. He couldn't run down the hall immediately, but he'd instead slowly make his way over-- at what amounted to a snail's pace. Keeping the camera blind obviously had it's drawbacks, but in Laeonas' mind as long as they weren't caught, it was worth it. By the time he looped around the corner, the man was able to walk the rest of the way with relative ease, before finally making it through the threshold. Walking down the stairs, they'd find themselves on the factory floor-- and it was an incredible sight.

During the tour, the catwalk they'd been walking along was 10-15 feet above the factory machinery-- and there hadn't really been much. It was clear now that they'd gone much deeper into the industrial heart of the factory, with machinery whirring around them. Speeder frames were slowly being put together on a fully automated assembly line, their parts put in place one by one. "This might be where we find it." He declared, urging Senin to follow him.

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@LouJoVi

 

[Senin Ravelo]

Only after he asked Laeonas to join him was that Senin noticed that for doing it, the Brentaalan would need to stop blinding the camera. Even after the older man explained the process to him, the Acolyte was still surprised how something so simple could be used for this type of thing. This tip could be useful during one of his missions for the Sith.

The G’weneen watched the older man slowly move toward the door that went to the stairs. Laeonas continued pointing the light to the camera, being careful to not stop doing it. If what the Brentaalan had said was correct, as soon as he stopped the security would be able to see the two.

Once Laeonas looped around the corner, he stopped pointing the light at the camera. Now they were out of sight, making the use of it unnecessary. Senin walked through the door, guiding the Brentaalan to the stairs that he had found. “This way. I didn’t go all the way down the stairs, but I saw that there were some boxes there.”

Walking down the stairs, the two men found themselves on the factory floor. This place had impressive machinery, but it wasn’t the most eco-friendly one. “Look at these machines! They aren’t the type that you would see in a factory that cares for the environment.” Senin pointed to the smoke that was leaving one of them. “The speeders must be being made there. What we saw during the tour are to trick the tourists.”

Senin followed Laeonas when he went to search for the batteries. The parts of the speeders were separated in piles according to what they were used for. While they searched for it, the Acolyte noticed that in a far corner, the machinery was assembling something that didn’t look like a speeder. Walking toward it, the G’weneen stared wide eyed, but soon his surprise vanished, being replaced by a smirk.

“It seems that DrawSpeeds is also into the weapon market.” Senin said, after he returned to where Laeonas was. The young man showed the blaster that he had picked. “It’s one of these used by armies. I wonder why they are hiding it.”

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

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Not a moment after making it down to the factory floor, the two immediately resumed their investigation. Senin's immediate observation was an accurate one, and Laeonas nodded. "These remind me of tha factories I used ta work in-- were shite, pumped tha skies full of smog. Paid us dirt-- but Ai guess th'at's to expensive fer these pricks, Ayy?" He joked, cursing under his breathe as he looked out at the factory around them. "'Ell, gettin' some people ta do tha work of some machines would make it better fer tha environment, right?" He'd suggest, eyes narrowing. "Guess tha bottom line still matters more than tha cause."

"Ai'm not so sure they lied t'tha tourists; th'at bit was prolly tha nicest part of their little operation. They just didn't wanna show us tha rest of what's goin' on back 'ere." He'd go on. "Easier ta just show part'v tha truth than craft a lie." He'd explain, glancing down at the bins full of parts. The bins had been moved autonomously, after being filled from other assembly lines dedicated to the production of the singular parts. Before Laeonas could identify the batteries however, he was interrupted by Senin's discovery.

"Weapons?" He whispered, blinking in disbelief. This hadn't been what he'd expected. "Wha... holy shite, this is nuts! Who ever 'eard of a speeder company sellin' weapons?" He exclaimed, taking a step back. "This is... this is karkin' uge." He muttered. "Ya'v got yer comm, right? Take a few pictures, grab a blaster while yer at it! We need proof before we start tossin' accusations." The man declared. "Ai'm gonna look fer tha batteries." He'd go on.

Look for the batteries he did-- find them, he did not. He checked first in the bins, than along some of the assembly lines on the side, before checking the racks of defective components along one of the walls. Either the man couldn't recognize the battery-- one of the most recognizable parts inside any speeder-- or it wasn't here. "What kind of speeder factory doesn't have batteries fer their speeders?!" He hissed, clenching his fists and grunting in frustration.

"Engine parts, coolin' lines, karkin' radiaters, but no batteries?! Ow do tha fuckin' self drivin' speeders drive anywhere if they ain't got a CHARGE?!" He roared, tossing a loose muffler out and onto the floor with a clang. "We've torn up office closets and engineerin' wings and now we're starin' at tha assembly line, and we STILL can't find this!" He snapped, before he moved to bring his foot down on a barrel that was sitting along the wall-- one of several-- but he stopped himself. It was a good thing to, considering what it was labeled as.

"...rhydonium?" He whispered, eyes widening in shock. Instinctively he sniffed the air-- a check anyone who'd worked at the docks of Brentaal had ingrained into them around the stuff. "Wha-huh?" He went on, leaning down to get a closer look. "This-- this is... this is ship grade rhydonium. This is meant to-- this is meant to go into the engines of starships. What is it doing in a--" He muttered, before his eyes widened further-- this time, in genuine horror.

"No... no, no, it's..." He went on, frantically looking around. "They-- they can't." He went on, following the barrels along the walls. He was moving for a full minute, first walking and than running down the assembly line until he found where the rhydonium ended-- and found the batteries. Hundreds, thousands of batteries, alongside barrels of rhydonium, with milliliters of the stuff pumped into each and every one of them. "Oh mae fuckin' god, mother eire, father sol, deus and--" He trailed on, reciting every little prayer his mother he'd overheard his mother whisper, in plea to the long defunct gods of her ancestors.

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@LouJoVi

 

[Senin Ravelo]

”Yes, I brought it.” he placed the blaster back on the box and picked his comm from his pocket. Senin started to record not only the weapons, but also the machines that were liberating smoke while they worked. He and Laeonas came here after a battery, but after seeing this entire place, the G’weneen was certain that it would already be enough to have the DrawSpeeds at their hands.

While Senin was recording the weapons that they discovered, Laeonas was trying to find the batteries. So far the older wasn’t having success and his frustration was already appearing. The G’weneen stopped what he was doing and turned to stare at the Brentaalan, who was throwing a tantrum like a small child.

“Gato, you don’t need to act this way. With these records that I did, I think that we don’t even need the batteries anymore.” Senin said, trying to calm the Brentaalan, but without success. He watched the furious man going to kick a barrel and thought that Laeonas was going to regret it later due to the pain that would come from it.

However, something that the older man saw in the barrel made him stop. Before he could ask what happened, Senin heard Laeonas say the word rhydonium and enter in panic, repeating some nonsensical words about deus and eire. While the Brentaalan acted like one of the old beatas of his homeworld, asking for the help of deities, the Acolyte crouched next to the barrel and read what was written on it.

Indeed, it was a bona fide barrel full of rhydonium. Now he wondered what the factory was doing with it. Were they stupid enough to put that into their bateries? Senin recorded that too. They were discovering more and more dirt about this factory.

When he turned to the Brentaalan, he saw that the older man had moved away and finally found the batteries. There were several, and all of them were near a barrel of rhydonium. Senin wanted to laugh. “Damn, so they are really stupid! Putting ship fuel on a speeder is asking for a disaster!”

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

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The man was still reeling in shock when Senin made his comment. When he turned around, the Brentaalan's naturally pale complexion was especially exaggerated, having been drained of most color. "This ain't karkin' funny! This shite's meant to jumpstart ship engines and push capital ships through realspace, not jumpstart a fuckin' speeder battery!" He snapped, uncharacteristically concerned with such obvious wrongdoings.

"Ai've seen what this shite does-- if there's so much as a slight karkin' leak and a spark nearbye, it and everything around it will be blown ta 'igh 'ell." He hissed, visibly trembling. "And they're puttin' this in speeders, full of machinery and electric charges!" he'd exclaim. "Ai can 'ardly believe it! What stupid fuckin' morons could ever decide this would be a good idea?! Ta jury rig a battery with fuckin' ship fuel?!" He'd go on, racking his raven hair with both hands.

"...we're gonna fucking ruin this company." He declared, a burning, hate filled look in the man's eyes. "We need ta get out of 'ere-- find someone th'at can open up one of these batteries and prove 'ow fucked this is." He went on, the man's voice quivering with genuine rage. Gone was the shock and fear over what they'd discovered, replaced only by a desire to see those who'd put any and every person who'd driven in or ridden in one of these spiders at risk.

"Find some journos that can show what we found while we're at it." He continued, taking Senin by the hand and leading him through the assembly lines towards exit signage. The man would hold onto his partner as they made their way across the factory floor, back through the offices-- using his laser pointer again and making their way back onto the cat walk that they'd stayed on the tour with. It took several minutes for them to come across the tour group again, which had stopped a few hundred meters from where they'd left off.

The cheery tour guide they'd seen before looked seriously distraught, frantically babbling into her comm. It was only after they approached, and several of the tourists began pointing and talking to the guide that she finally noticed the two previously absent humans. Her eyes would widen before her brow furrowed, and she'd promptly walk over to the two in a huff. "Where WERE you?! I had to stop the entire tour because you two-- disappeared somehow!" She yelped. The other tourists looked especially irritated, glaring daggers at the two who had put a stop to their tour.

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@LouJoVi

 

[Senin Ravelo]

Senin controlled himself to not laugh anymore, but he really didn’t understand why Laeonas was reacting this way. Does he really care if other people get hurt with these speeders? The Acolyte remembers that the Brentaalan had wanted to do this entire investigation to avoid that other accidents would happen with him, but he still thought that the older man was overreacting.

While Laeonas continued his rant about the company and the fuel, Senin smiled discretly. He could feel the anger once again growing inside the Brentaalan. Like when they were at the ship, the Acolyte thought that it suited the older man. “Yes, we can destroy these idiots. We have the battery and the recordings of the weapons. I think that it’s enough.”

After they picked one of the batteries and Senin recorded some more of the gallons with rhydonium, the Acolyte allowed Laeonas to grab his hand and guide him out of this place. While they walked, the G’weneen continued discussing with the man what they should do now. “I know some journalists that can help us with it, but I have no idea of where we can open the battery. Maybe we should visit the more obscure part of Zeltros.”

They passed through the offices, where Laeonas once again used the trick with the pointer to blind the camera. After walking for some minutes, they finally found the tour group. The guide seemed to be in panic, while the other tourists were staring furious at the two men. Senin stared impassively at them, not caring for what the other thought.

“Oh, we got bored with your voice, then we passed close to an empty office and decided to have some fun there. We finished only now.” the way that Senin said that would not make it possible for the guide or the other tourists to say if what he was saying was true. If Laeonas wanted, he could even say that the Acolyte was joking and tell another lie.

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

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Senin's choice of words on how to regard the company men behind this prompted a laugh. A harsh, obviously pained laugh-- one that was meant to hide something very, very unfunny. "Idiots? You think these people don't know what they're doin'? Th'at they're just stupid?" He'd ask, turning to regard the younger man. "They wouldn't be at tha top if they didn't know. They know 'ow bad of an idea this is. They just don't fuckin' care." He spat.

"They don't care when they're pumpin' smog inta tha air, don't care when they're squeezin' every credit they can out'f us, don't care when they leave those rhydonium cannisters 'alf open, in a dock where 'alf tha people smoke on tha 'our." He went on, his breathing growing heavier and heavier as he spoke louder and louder. "They don't care 'ow many speeders crash, 'ow many people die, 'ow many of us get 'urt-- long as they get ta sit at tha top, anythin' goes." He declared, lips quivering as he spoke.

"...but they really should've cared." He went on, gritting his teeth as he glanced at Senin's commlink, the two still walking through the offices as he spoke. "They'll care a whole lot when tha whole galaxy knows what they did. They'll care when their stocks dip, and they'll care when they start leapin' from their windows." He hissed, his rant drawing to a final, venomous close as they finally walked out and onto the platform.

His reasoning, thought process-- the very foundations of his beliefs were laid out for Senin to read. It was such a warped mixed of morality and rage. It was a noble goal-- to expose obvious shortcuts that had put people's lives in danger. But the motivation was almost entirely driven by a vendetta, one that Laeonas felt not just for the executives who must've approved this, but anyone who held the reigns of power in the galaxy.

When they finally got back to the group, Laeonas braced for whatever lie he'd have to come up with-- but it seemed that Senin came up with one that worked just as well. In fact, it worked a little... to well. As he spoke, both Laeonas and the tour guide's face would flush bright, his a distinct red and her's a dark purple. "U-umm, wh-wha..." they'd both stammer simultaneously, looking at each other, at Senin, than at each other and Senin again.

The man just stood in stunned silence as the other tourists backed away from the two men. "...you two should... go." The tour guide muttered. "There's an exit out to the main lobby right down this hallway." She declared, pointing to the right to another corridor. "...please don't do anything else before you go." She went on. Like that, Laeonas would seize the man by the hand, dragging him down the corridor. Right as they left, they'd both be able to hear her mutter, "...that's the third couple this week..."

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@LouJoVi

 

[Senin Ravelo]

Senin faked paying attention to Laeonas’ speech about the people behind the production of these speeders don’t being idiots. For him, only someone very stupid would put ship fuel on a speeder and expect that nothing bad would happen or that no one would discover it. Any Sector Ranger or even a Jedi with more than one brain cell would find out about it.

“Well, they weren’t so clever.” he said, interrupting the older man’s ranting. It was starting to become boring. “We discovered what they are doing and this time they will not be able to hide it anymore.” he gestured to his comm and to the battery that Laeonas was carrying. “With it we are going to destroy this place.”

When they were back with the tour group, Senin told a lie and watched its impact over the guide, the tourists and Laeonas. All of them were speechless. While he could understand the reaction of the others, the Acolyte was confused with the Brentaalan. If the older man wasn’t happy with it, then he should have made up something as soon as the woman asked them. At least he was fast enough to save their necks with something that suited Zeltros’ environment.

The Acolyte didn’t argue when the guide said that they should go. “I agree.” he said, before turning to his partner. “Let’s go home, Gato. I’m tired after our fun.” Senin walked away, ignoring completely how the guide’s face was changing from pink to nearly dark red. A smirk appeared on his face when he heard her comment about the other couples that did it.

Once they left the building, Senin would turn to Laeonas. “Now we need to pick a cab and go to your ship. There we can plan what to do next.” he had no idea how they were going to find someone to open this battery. At least, he knew some journalists that could put their recordings on the Holonet. "I think that we will need to visit Zeltros' dangerous areas."

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

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His partner's visible disinterest in Laeonas' unhinged screed didn't deter him from finishing it. Still, the man caught his response, and could only nod along. With what they had, it'd take a legion of lawyers and years of targeted misinfo to recover from this. That was assuming they didn't tank within a week of the story breaking. In all honesty, it was a bit surreal; the power in their hands, the capacity to influence the world around them to such a massive extent. He wasn't sure how to feel exactly...

...but he knew that he didn't dislike it.

For all his life, his destiny and that of the galaxy around him had been controlled by those with an obscene amount of power. It was because of them that he and his mother never made enough to put him in school, because of them that the only way to make a decent living was to steal and hurt people. Yet unlike anyone else who wronged him, they'd never been forced to pay for their transgressions. There was no risk of those bigwigs getting kneecapped, castrated or crucified as a warning to rival gangsters. Ofcourse, the law wasn't going to do shit either-- they made the laws.

Now though? There was nothing stopping them from ruining a number of the same people who'd made the first 20 years of his life a living hell.

Ofcourse, all these thoughts of depts, retribution, and the disturbingly pleasing image of a fat Zeltron in a suit putting a blaster pistol in their mouth was interrupted by Senin's explanation. All that was left on his mind after that were the looks on the tourists faces, as well as their tour guide, who looked more like a grape than a blushing 20 something. As they made their way out of the building, Senin would suggest taking a cab back to his ship. Instead of confirming his agreement, he simply grabbed his partner by the wrist, hailed a cab, and dragged him inside.

The entire ride back to the ship was silent, Laeonas' face still remaining beat red even after they arrived. Entering, the man would immediately remove the battery from his pocket, placing it on a shelf sitting in the cargo hold/entrance.

That was when he turned back to Senin, whispering, "D'ya got a clue what yer doin' ta me?" He'd ask, walking over to close the distance between the two men. "Or d'ya just embarass me over and over cus ya laike watchin' mae face turn red?" He'd ask, cocking it a little as he leaned forward. "...Ai dunno if Ai should punch ya in tha gut or kiss ya." Laeonas would finally sigh, placing his forehead on the man's shoulder for a moment.

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@LouJoVi

 

[Senin Ravelo]

Senin had finished talking and was looking at the street. He was trying to see if there was a cab nearby or they would need to use his comm to call one. The Acolyte only wanted to return to Laeonas’ ship and rest a bit. He barely slept yesterday and he could use some time for it. Unless the Brentaalan wanted to have some fun.

He was distracted thinking about what he should do when Laeonas suddenly grabbed his wrist and dragged him toward a cab. The older man seemed to be mad about something. Although, his red face showed that he was embarrassed. “What are you doing, Gato?” the Acolyte was confused with it. Everything so far has happened so well. They picked the battery and uncovered the dirt of the DrawSpeeds. Was he still furious because of the fiancee thing?

Their return to the ship was silent and uneventful. Senin would occasionally look at the Brentaalan. The man still seemed to be mad, but the red on his face showed that his embarrassment remained. The Acolyte needed to admit that it was cute and made Laeonas seem younger.

When they finally arrived, Laeonas finally said what was making him act this way. Senin only stared at the older. The G’weneen passed next to him, shrugging. “Well, it was the first thing that came to my mind there. Next time I’ll let you tell the lies.” while he was talking, the Acolyte let his jacket fall on the floor. Revealing his bare arms to the Brentaalan to see. "But your red face is also very cute."

He stopped walking in the entrance of the corridor that went to the rest of the ship. Senin turned to look at the Brentaalan. “Do you know, maybe you need a small game to forget about this embarrassment.” his left hand moved to the zipper of his vest, moving it half way down. “You wait some minutes there, giving me time to lose my clothes around the ship. Then you meet me in your bedroom so we can have fun. What do you think? Maybe you can even punish me.” he winked at the older man.

Even if Laeonas said no, Senin had already left the cargo hold. The last thing that Laeonas would see was the Acolyte’s back while he removed his vest and let it fall on the floor. If he didn’t want that, the G’weneen would already be prepared to take a shower.

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

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Despite Laeonas' heavy handed reaction, Senin seemed to be taking the whole thing smoothly. Laeonas would find his hands shrugged off as Senin simply walked past him. Wheeling on his heels, he was about to start talking again, when Senin-- just as casually-- let slip his jacket, and tossed a compliment his way. "Ai..." he tried to respond, cheeks flushing a bit red. "...oh, goddamnit." he muttered, chuckling a little as he stood there. It was hard to be mad at the redhead, especially when he managed to stay so cool.

"Th'at's... a temptin' idea." he replied, even as he started up the stairs. Laeonas' own expression was... what was it? Amused? Excited? Playful? All of that was there, but it was clear that there was... something leftover from the frustration he'd felt earlier. "Ai'd laike ta make a change though," he went on, stopping short. "'Ow a'bout Ai worry about gettin' yer clothes off, while you just focus on these~" He breathily whispered, before closing the gap between their lips with an abrupt kiss.

Senin would soon find himself pressed against the wall behind him, with Laeonas' hands slipping under his tank top and his lips busy frenching the G'wenean. That kernel of aggression was still there as his tongue began wrestling with the younger man's, the passion mixed in with a kick of force as the two went at it. He yanked up the tank top like he was yanking someone up by the scruff, hands curling into fists as Senin's bare torso was exposed. A hand would immediately slip from above his head to below his waist, undoing the buckle of his belt and yanking it off so quick that the leather actually got hotter.

He wouldn't bother trying to get him out of his pants while just standing around in the hallway, ofcourse. The hand that had so quickly pulled off his belt would slip into his pants and circle around until he had a firm grip on the younger man's rear, his other hand soon joining him as he lifted the man up. All the while, Laeonas hadn't removed a single article of clothing, whereas when he'd slammed Senin against the next wall and yanked his pants down to his ankles, his partner was left half naked, and with some new back bruises.

It'd be a wonder if it took them a day or a week to actually make it to the proper authorities. In the meantime, Laeonas and Senin would do what young men did best on Zeltron-- have fun.

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@LouJoVi

 

[Senin Ravelo]

Senin had stopped walking away when he heard Laeonas trying to talk. Turning to look at the older man, the Acolyte noticed how his face was red and seemed to be not able to find words. He smirked, feeling good for being capable of causing this reaction on the Brentaalan.

When Laeonas seemed to have finally recovered, the G’weneen watched him walk toward him. The smile on his lips grew when the Brentaalan said that he wanted to make a change on the Acolyte’s proposal. “And what could it be?” he said, while tilting his head. The older man was so close to him right now that if he leaned only a few centimeters, they would end up kissing.

“I like that.” was the only thing that he could say before Laeonas sealed his lips with a kiss. This reminded him of all the kisses that they shared all these past days and it made him come to the conclusion that the Brentaalan was one of the best kissers that he had met. Senin felt like the other was wanting to devour his lips, it was like Laeonas was full with raw passion. The G’weneen reciprocated the kiss with the same intensity.

While they were kissing, Senin felt Laeonas removing his tank top. He didn’t know when it happened, but he was now his back was against the wall. The Acolyte was far more interested in feeling the taste of the Brentaalan’s mouth and making their tongues move against each other, he wasn’t interested in leaving the other win this battle.

Once his bare torso was revealed, the Acolyte felt Laeonas move to his pants. Didn't take too much time for his belt to be removed. Then, Senin gave a lewd moan when he felt one of the Brentaalan’s hands moving to his rear. When the dark-haired man didn’t the same with his other hand and then lifted him up, the Acolyte allowed it to happen. To not fall on the floor, he wrapped his bare legs around the other’s waist.

Now in this position, Senin started to distribute kisses at the Brentaalan’s neck, while his hands were running around the other’s back, feeling the skin under it. He wanted so badly to tear it off and start to touch him. While he kissed Laeonas’ neck, Senin would occasionally whisper lewd things at dark-haired man’s ear, mostly being about how he wanted to kiss and taste all of his body.

“I think that you undressed me, Gato.” he said, after stopping kissing the other man’s neck. He moved his head close to Laeonas’ ear, to the point of it touching the skin there. “What do you plan to do now? I need you so bad.” he kissed the Brentaalan’s earshell, before moving it to the lobe and sucking it. While he did it, the Acolyte was using the grip of his legs on the man's waist to move their bodies against each other.

“Você é tão gostoso.” he whispered, before continuing to use his mouth to play with dark-haired man’s ear lobe. He had completely forgotten about their investigation and the battery. The only thing on his mind right now was how he wanted Laeonas.

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

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It wasn't any wonder that Laeonas was being so aggressive, driven into it by the persistent teasing of his handsome, seemingly perpetually thirsty partner. That they hadn't just spent their entire vacation locked in passion had mostly been because of luck thusfar. But now their luck had run out, and their fate was sealed. Ofcourse, neither of the two had any problems with that; hell, Senin was finding every way he could to encourage Laeonas' moves. Between kissing back just as aggressively as Laeonas could dish out, or sending chills up Laeonas spine with every moan or breathy gasp.

As they fell onto his mattress, it'd be Laeonas turn to undress. His hand moved down to undo his belt, with the other moving to dig his finger nails into the boy’s rear. The two seemed to be in a feedback loop of affection and aggression; every time one moved to please the other, they’d respond with even more passion. He could feel Senin’s response on his neck, that tongue prompting a gasp and a chill that ran from contact to reach every inch of him.

Laeonas’ pants fell, and a moment later his top was pulled off. The two were left to marvel at each other, toned flesh grinding together as the two moved. The Brentaalan for his part made sure he left marks all over his partner, nails running up and leaving scratches all over his torso while Senin delivered all the affection his neck could ask for. They had only just started and yet their passion in the past few minutes exceeded what plenty married couples would see in a year.

Grabbing Senin’s jawline and pushing it up so he could face him, Laeonas would force his lips back against his. This time, it was less a kiss, and more the Brentaalan simply taking the time to just explore. He had a surprisingly wide tongue; he had no idea where it came from, but he’d always put it to good use. By the time he was finished, the Brentaalan had to come up for ear from how long he’d been at it.


Than, Senin asked his question, and Laeonas was left with a cheeky grin on his face. It was almost stupid enough to break the mood— almost. “Ai’ doin’ ya, dumbarse.” He replied, stealing a quick kiss before nipping and pulling back the G’weneen’s bottom lip. “Now be a good boy and let yer gato ‘ave ‘is day~“

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The next few hours were, arguably, the best night of Laeonas’ life. It usually took a keg of spice and a half a dozen shots of vodka to put him in the passionate frenzy he found himself in with Senin, yet he took him with an intensity he’d never had with any of his previous partners. There was hardly even a moment’s rest for either of them, with there being scarcely a minute between rounds before one would drag the other back in with a grab, a kiss, or anything else.

They spent most of their time in his bedroom, with the mattress springs bending and finally snapping after two hours of uninterrupted passion. That didn’t stop either though, as Laeonas would hoist Senin up, carry him across the hall, and spend the next hour ensuring that he’d be working to get stains out of the Holoroom carpets for two years. They than made their way back to the gym, where they had a bit of fun pinning the boy’s wrists under some exceedingly heavy dumbbells. The kitchen was, as usual, especially fun, with how the counters provided a perfect place for Senin to rest on while Laeonas had his way with him.

The whole night went on like that, before they made their way back to his ruined bed. Laeonas had cracked open a bottle of scotch, coming back on wobbling legs to his partner laying down, two glasses and a bottle in hand. “Drink~”

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@LouJoVi

 

[Senin Ravelo]

Between their ferocious kisses and lewd moans, Senin noticed that this moment of passion was being more aggressive than their last one. He wondered if it was happening because the Brentaalan had been mad at him early. He was really liking this side of the other man, the thought before it slipped from his mind. Now he was far more interested in kissing and sucking his neck.

The Acolyte didn’t know when it happened, but at some point they arrived at the Brentaalan’s bedroom. They fell together on the mattress, but Laeonas left him on the bed alone. It made Senin groan with frustration, but soon it was replaced by a smirk. The older man was undressing in front of him, revealing the body that the G’weneen wanted to explore so badly again.

After the Brentaalan took all his clothes, he returned to the bed. The two continued what had been interrupted. Their bodies moved against each, while kisses were constantly shared. At every opportunity that he had, the Acolyte would kiss and lick Laeonas’ skin in different parts of his upper body, from his head to his abdomen. While he did it, Senin would whisper things like “gorgeous”, “Gato” and “gostoso”.

Then, they shared another kiss. The G’weneen noticed that this one was very different from the others. It wasn’t aggressive and hungry like the last one, but it was something more exploratory. And Laeonas’ tongue, it seemed so wide. The way that it moved was so delicious. When the Brentaalan interrupted it to breathe, he would be able to see a smile that appeared on Senin’s lips. He was loving all of that.

When the dark-haired man finally answered his question, Senin couldn’t be more satisfied with it. “By all means!” he said, before falling back on the bed with his arms open, as an invitation for Laeonas. It was only the beginning of the night.

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They spend the next hours in what Senin could only describe as the best moments of passion that he had. one of the other partners that he had even gave him the same pleasure that Laeonas was capable off. They started in the bedroom, but when the bed broke, the two moved it through the ship. The G’weneen needed to say that the gym was his favorite part.

Now, they were back in Laeonas' bedroom. The Brentaalan had gone to grab something, leaving Senin alone on the ruined bed. Normally, he would be tired after everything that they and would be wanting to sleep. However, the G’weneen was very awake and waited for the older man’s return.

Didn’t take much time for Laeonas to return. He was carrying a bottle of scotch and two glasses. The Acolyte smiled, before moving his right hand to pick one of the glasses. “Do you know, this was the best night that I ever had.” he said, while waiting for the older man to pour the alcoholic beverage. “Gato, you were amazing. I loved the play in the gym.”

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

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The drinks were poured, and Laeonas would promptly fall to his lover's side, letting out a groan as he reached across his bare figure to place the bottle of scotch on an end table. Than, as he always did, he downed the glass in one gulp, coughed for several seconds, and wiped off his mouth like nothing had happened. Reaching across once more, Laeonas would pour himself another drink, but pause as Senin began to speak. Praise came from his lips, and rather than coming in the forms of moans through ragged breathes over the sound of clapping flesh, they were steady, and genuinely heartfelt.

There was appreciation, expressed when a grin appeared on Laeonas' face, kissed him on the neck, and whispered, "'Course it was." Before nipping the man's earlobe and chuckling-- the same as most of his responses to Senin's compliments. That... absence of warmth, of higher appreciation-- it hung in the air as he poured Senin another glass. Laeonas had done what came natural to him for the past few hours; he'd been unapologetic, aggressive, and he'd taken as much as he'd given. A simple, fair exchange of passion and pleasure.

The compliments continued, and Senin's mention of the play in the gym actually managed to get a blush out of the man. "Ai didn't know what tha fuck Ai was doin', but Ai'm glad ya enjoyed." He replied, muttering a quick "Ai know Ai did." as he poured himself another glass. "Yer gonna 'ave ta tell me 'ow ya rolled yer 'ips laike ya did in tha 'olo room one of these nights... actually, nah; show, don't tell." He purred, before promptly hacking up a lung after drinking the glass' contents.

"Feck, this shite's stronger than Ai remember." He muttered, reaching across to set the bottle and glass down once again. With his arms outstretched, the man didn't bring them back to his sides, but would instead wrap one around Senin's waist, and place the other on the headboard, just as his jaw fit itself into the crux of Senin's neck. Laeonas would bring his other hand down, allowing it to idly trace over Senin's figure; up and down his neck, along his collarbone, the space between his chest, and over every groove of his abs. The man's figure reminded him of some of the old statues of long dead or still living lords on his homeworld; the red hair wasn't even to disimilar to the one belonging to the statue of the Lord Pterygas... though he looked a lot more girlish than the man Laeonas had just spent several hours shagging.

"D'ya... d'ya wanna 'old off on 'andin' in tha evidence fer a few days?" He'd suggest, pulling his head away, but turning it downwards so he could look his partner in the eyes. Aquamarines were obscured by long strands of oily black hair, which usually didn't reflect any light-- yet covered in the sweat the two had been working up over the course of the evening, they almost managed to shine. "...Ai'm not just sayin' th'at so I can flah ya till this ship comes apart, even if th'at's exactly what we'll be doin', Ai'm just thinkin' th'at we should take a few days ta... well, let any suspicion come off, y'know? It ain't impossible th'at tha authorities might catch us; layin' low'll throw 'em off any trail, and it's not laike tha evidence will just up and poof."

"It won't change our plans to much; we might 'ave ta cancel any plans on runnin' around showin' our faces fer a few days, but we'd ave ta do th'at anyways once we drop off our prize." He declared. "Just... think about it, a'right?" He'd request, before glancing at the doorway. "Ai'm gonna go shower; honestly, Ai feel laike a bloody mess." The man would say, sitting up. "...but ya can join me if ya'd laike.'

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@LouJoVi

 

[Senin Ravelo]

After Laeonas poured the scotch on his glass, Senin watched him fall on the bed next to him. The sound of the older man’s groan, made a smirk appear on his lips. This showed that what they did tired the Brentaalan in the same way that it did with the G’weneen tired.

Senin tilted his head, giving Laeonas all the space that he wanted to kiss his neck. While the older man did it, the Acolyte would drink all the contents of his glass at once. He grimaced with the taste, it was stronger than he had expected. However, his expression changed to pleasure when he felt the Brentaalan’s nipping at his earlobe.

He accepted some more of the drink before turning to whisper at the older man’s ear. “Yeah? It seemed that you knew very well how to do it. You restrained me without hurting my wrists. I loved it.” Senin moved his mouth gently against Laeonas’ earshell. It was a repeat of what he didn’t several times in the last hours.

“Maybe we could do it again in another time.” he winked while moving away to sip some of the drink, this time the taste wasn’t so terrible anymore. When the Brentaalan mentioned what the G’weneen did in the holo room, a smirk appeared on Senin’s lips. “Oh, I can show it to you again. It’s a mix of some kap’uera moves with the flexibility that I have due to Yoga.” he had started to practice it some time ago, as part of his combat training as an Acolyte.

The Acolyte laughed when Laeonas started to cough due to the scotch. “I noticed that! Where did you find this thing?” he said, before drinking everything that was inside his glass and grimacing. “It wasn’t bad, but it is really strong.”

Then he watched Laeonas setting down his glass and the bottle, before stretching one of his arms to envelop Senin. The Acolyte let himself be cradled by the Brentaalan, while he moved until part of his was over the dark-haired. His hand was playing with the skin of Laeonas chest, the same place that kissed several times in the last hours.

The red-haired was tenderly touching the Brentaalan’s chest, being careful to not linger much time on the scars due Laeonas’ insecurity with them. Next time he would ask if the other man allowed him to kiss and lick them. In Senin’s opinion, it made the dark-haired body hotter. It made him so rough and masculine. The Acolyte loved that.

When Laeonas asked if he wanted to stop their investigation for a time to avoid being caught, a smirk appeared on Senin’s lips. “This would be good, although your ship can really end up falling apart.” he said, before giving a long kiss to Brentaalan’s chest. His tongue would touch the skin and soon the kiss would become a sucking, it was like he wanted to memorize the other man’s taste. Suddenly, the Acolyte would let go and look at the Brentaalan with a lewd face. “There will be more things like this one during this time.”

“I don’t have anything planned for the next few days. I still have some time off before going back home.” there was still a month until his classes at the University of Lay Pa-Sidian started again. He would happily expend all this time being with Laeonas. “I would love going to shower with you. Maybe we can even wash each other.”

@Tom

 

[Laeonas Tannaras]

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"Restrained?" He repeated, pinching his chin as he thought for a moment. The most he'd ever done to restrain his partners before had been to just grab hold of their wrists. He hadn't been lying when he said it was new to him; it seemed he'd discovered something about his partner's tastes, and something about his own. "Ai'll 'ave ta keep this in mind fer tomorrow... and tha day after th'at, and after th'at, and after th'at..." He'd tease, chuckling a bit before sighing as Senin's lips brushed along his ear.

When Senin finally explained what he'd been doing with his hips, Laeonas' eyes widened a little as his lips curled up into a grin. "Ya mean th'at dance fightin' ya pulled with those gangsters a few days back?" He'd question, before chuckling a little. "No wonder mae 'ips got so bruised." He'd tease, only exaggerating a little bit at how intense their passion had gotten. "Try somethin' laike th'at again and Ai'll use those weights whenever ya want." He'd add, providing an extra incentive for Senin to try it again.

As they moved on to the topic of his drink, Laeonas would only be able to shrug as Senin asked where he'd gotten it from. "Ai 'onestly can't even remember." He'd answer, genuinely lacking any memory as to where he'd gotten his hands on the bottle. "Ai know Ai've got one bottle of scotch Ai keep fer emergencies, but this ain't it. All Ai know's th'at Ai've been drinkin' since before Ai could fly a speeder, and this still makes mae eyes water every taime Ai take a sip." He'd elaborate.

The time they spent in their embrace was simple; they didn’t speak, yet simply rested in the warmth and security of each other’s frames. Here was one he could be as intimate as he pleased with, one who he could talk with, drink with, and shag with whenever they wanted. It was the most he’d ever had out of a relationship. What more was there to even want?

He allowed Senin to idly kiss along his chest, before chuckling at his response to the man’s joke. What followed that was a series of long, passionate kisses to his chest that got the man quite flustered. His cheeks flushed red as Senin kissed his chest just as passionately as he had done to his lips. “Hey, mae lips’r up ‘ere, dumbass.” He teased, before pointing the man’s chin up and leaning in to give him a kiss.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, but Laeonas pulled away; he needed a bit of a longer break before they continued their passion. “Gimme a few ta warm things up.” He’d ask, finally standing up and walking across to his bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind him. It wasn’t long before the shower was running, and it wasnt long before the man had stepped in, waiting for the G’weneen to join him.

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@LouJoVi

 

[Senin Ravelo]

”Gato, what I did there wasn’t even the best thing that I can do with my hips. I’m very flexible.” Senin said, playfully. While he was joking about that, it was true. The Acolyte had learned how flexibility could be useful when practicing kap’uera and fighting as a Sith. It seems that it was good for other things too.

He smiled when Laeonas talked about his lips. “But you are so delicious!” Senin said, before leaning in to kiss the Brentaalan. This time it had been only a small peck, very different from the lewd ones that they shared in the past hours. Even with this difference, the Acolyte needed to admit that he had loved both types.

For him, the difference in the intensity of the kisses only showed how Laeonas could be as a lover. At the same time that the Brentaalan could be violent and raw, he could also be gentle if he wanted. Senin loved both, but for moments of passion he preferred how the older man had acted in these past hours.

Senin let Laeonas go prepare their shower and stayed on the ruined bed. He felt a bit bad for having helped break it. As far as he knew, the Brentaalan wasn’t someone rich. Buying another one could be expensive to him. The G’weneen wondered if the older man would allow him to help pay for it. They could even debut the new one.

After some minutes had passed, Senin got up from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. This movement made him groan, only now noticing how his body was sore. Laeonas had really exhausted him, but he didn’t regret anything.

Once he arrived at the bathroom, Senin saw that Laeonas was near the shower with his back turned to him. The Acolyte moved toward him and hugged the older man from behind. With his mouth close to the Brentaalan’s ear, the G’weneen started to whisper. “Do you want me to wash you up? I could even give you a massage.” he moved his hands gently and sensually through the dark-haired man’s abs and chest.

@Tom