Hypocratic Retrieval

[Amon Fallenstar]

As soon as they got to the medbay on the ship it became apparent to Amon that the internal pressure that he had been subjected to had done more damage than he cared to admit. The thought had struck him as soon as the battle had been over and he had tried to move, something had felt painful deep in his gut and... warmer than normal as if warm water was being run over his insides. It was quickly revealed that the damage he felt was a case on internal bleeding and they didn't have the tools to fix that here as Amon had refused to allow his father to assist.

Modern medicine being as it was, the procedure to fix the issue was simple enough even if it did take a while. Shots of Kolto right to the damaged area after discovered where it was, in this case the stomach area as it appeared that it had been his liver that had been damaged.

He had been rushed off for treatment and separated from the rest of the people who had come with him, it was only after they had completely the treatment until he was sent back to an accessible area. The doctors had told him that he couldn't leave, he had to stop himself from forcing his way through, it wasn't like they'd be able to stop him; they must have assumed he was a Jedi from his lightsaber especially if they activated it because despite their oath to do no harm, generally Sith weren't included in that but at least they had returned his affects to him.

At least they'd come to the right planet in pursuit of their escaped companion, he didn't know how they were going to find him even with the Force on this planet, there was so much... life. The webs that the tangled together and interwove making looking through the Force a complicated and near blinding task, it would have taken years to learn how to decipher it all.

[Isabel Lydeck]

The waiting room on the ground floor faced gray steps. Elevated rectangles full of depleted soil laced either side of the door, where limp vines and wrinkled old flower petals tried and failed to add a little color to the dreary concrete. The neon lights of the city leant the impotent floral array a sickly glow, a weak reflection that drew the eye up and towards the lines of traffic overhead. If there was life in Nar Shaddaa it was always there. Up above.

But not down here. At least not the kind of life anyone would want. Isabel turned her eye from the glass entryway to the others. Some female cat alien had been rushed past on a stretcher and her family sat fidgeting at the periphery, at the door where the inner hospital had swallowed their loved one. A large cat and a small one. Father and son? The female's father? The smaller one's father? She wasn't familiar enough with the species to guess accurately, but she could tell the gender of the larger one. Both of them jumped back when the inner doors swung open again.

A droid pushed in a human woman in a wheelchair. She screeched her protests in some exotic language before it dumped her outside. The droid went back to its business. The woman couldn't get up. She moaned and cried with her face in the concrete.

That wasn't Amon. Isabel turned politely towards the door, watching as intently as the cat aliens across from her. She could have gotten a headstart in looking for Vorn, but there was something she needed to discuss first.

[Amon Fallenstar]

Amon had been grinding his teeth at his own moral dilemma of not being allowed to discharge himself, it wasn't like they could stop him right? But then again they didn't deserve that sort of treatment, unless you decided that defying your own wishes was enough. He could scare them a little bit, he was sure if he made enough of a scene about it they would let him leave. He could also just sneak out he supposed but stealth had never been his strong suit and the place was filled with bright lights so unless he tried to fake it till he made it and walk out, he wasn't going anywhere.

It was then that he sensed a familiar presence, somewhere in the building, it was Isabel. What was she doing here? Whatever it was, it was something that had her clouded from the feeling he was getting - though he had never been much of an em-path even when he was a Jedi.

Looking over to the door he saw a mess of medical droids, doctors and nurses running around, there was even a cleaning droid in his room that was broken and seemed determined to ram itself through the wall across from him, which what seemed like enough force to actually completely break the droids shell.

Amon had been actively suppressing his power since he had been in the hospital because while there weren't any Force Sensitives around, even the common rabble could get a 'bad feeling' around someone who dabbled in the Dark Side. However now he stopping doing so and hoped that nobody would notice; well nobody except the person he was trying to reveal his location too - Isabel.

[Isabel Lydeck]

After waiting awhile, Isabel reached for her datapad, but her hand paused before she could reach it. A familiar feeling came over her face, just behind her nose, and it happened so suddenly that she felt a sudden rush of aggression before her conscious mind took over. That was Amon alright. She cast a nervous look at the hospital entryway, as though someone with a brown robe and a blue lightsaber would burst through it any minute. There must be an emergency for the young Sith to just broadcast himself like that.

She cleared her throat and put on her best noblewoman's smile, strolling on up to the dumpy, middle-aged woman transcribing papers behind a sliding glass partition. She knocked politely. The receptionist looked up and adjusted her bifocals in irritation, her face reddening already. Isabel's smile only broadened. "Hello! I'd like to get a visitation pass for Amon Fallenstar."

"Visitation hours are from 9 AM to 8:30 PM," came the reply with thinly restrained hostility. The sign next to her said the same thing. Isabel wondered how many felinxs the receptionist had back home.

"It says the nurses can alter visitation at their discretion," she pressed sweetly.

The other woman went back to typing, trying to look closed off and mean, but mostly looking ridiculous. "You can sit back down or I can call security."

Isabel remained where she was, studying her, sorting through the desk lady's feelings to discern how far she could push her. There was anger and... oh... oh that was creepy. Isabel resisted the urge to recoil and cleared her throat to suppress a retch. The desk lady's grumpiness now read as ironclad professionalism. No workplace scandals for her! She had furbabies to support.

The noblewoman leaned both elbows on the counter and slid back the glass partition with one finger, then rested her cheek on her hand, gazing at the obstacle before her like she was the most appealing object in the world. "You work pretty hard here, huh? Every other hospital I've been to lets me on through. Princess's privilege, I suppose." She laughed. The other woman continued to type, no cracks in her facade, though her WPM faltered. "A shame they don't reward duty like that around here." A pause. The typing continued. Isabel leaned in past the glass, over the client forms on display, in flagrant violation of the sector's medical record privacy laws. The desk lady gasped and flushed a deeper shade of pink at the forbidden act. This stranger could see everything exposed on her desk! She bashfully tried to cover it all with her thick arms. But now they were face-to-face. Her muddy hazel eyes met the hybrid's, red as the magmas of Mustafar, and then she was lost. Isabel leaned in, whispering, a breath away from a kiss. "You write me that pass and maybe we can get cafe after this."

The desk lady swallowed. "What's your relationship to... to the..."

"Might lead to something more..."

"L-look, I'll write you this pass but you have to call me, okay? And and don't tell anyone!"

"Write it down..."

Soon Isabel was strolling into Amon's room, reviewing a copy of his doctor's report on him in yet another fragrant violation of the sector's medical record privacy laws. There was even an X-ray. A cardboard visitor's badge bounced merrily on her hip, emblazoned with a false name. The doctors and nurses looked skeptical, but the paper talisman turned them back to their business. It was all still a little too public for the noblewoman's tastes. She had some weighty issues to discuss. She sat on the edge of the young Sith's bed, still flipping through the report. "Oh dear. This all looks rather serious. How are you feeling?"

[Amon Fallenstar]

When he saw Isabel approach Amon once more started to suppress his aura in the Force, he had been scanning the area as he had allowed himself to be detectable to make sure nobody had figured it out. The employees busied themselves with whatever else they had to do to treat the other patients. He had spent the time looking at what the doctors had put on his charts, at least two of his organs had been bruised and had been bleeding before his treatment and his bones in his torso showed signs of stress and crackling but nothing broken luckily.

When the female Lydeck arrived she decided to check the charts he had just recently discarded, she seemed to come to the same conclusion that he had though he imagined that only he thought that he could leave the facility still. His body hurt but he also knew that as long as he didn't do anything stupid the healed tissue should hold together just fine.

"Serious is subjective," Amon said shifting himself in his bed as the tailed woman sat herself on his bed, "They won't let me out of this place, keep talking like they could stop me walking out..." he continued his disapproval at the fact he had to rest here obvious. He looked Isabel up and down like his eyes were raking over her form and took it in, this had been the second time in a short period of time that she had seen him in a state that was less than optimal. "Either way, I feel fin- ow." he stopped as he sat himself up and felt his bones protest, there was a pause as he realized that nobody would think he was fine now, "It's better that it was at least, nothing to worry about. To what do I owe the... pleasure?"

[Isabel Lydeck]

Isabel looked up from the chart to Amon's flagrant appreciation of her body, a habit which arguably lead to his current predicament. She sighed and crawled up next to him. The nurses and doctors were increasingly busy with a cat alien on the far side of the hall and didn't pay the closeness much mind. "They're doing their best. They just want you to rest and get well. It's their job."

Despite all the trouble she went through in seeing him, she still had trouble forming her actual inquiry. She crossed her arms against the mattress, propping herself up, and gazed at him for a moment, deciding to reveal everything on her mind. All at once.

"I don't think I should pursue Vorn," she began, "But if I don't, I... can't keep up my current lifestyle. It's not really your fault he left. I've been meaning to do this for a long time, and I think I involved you more than I should have, but when you touched me I..."

It still hurt her pride to talk about directly, even if she wanted a repeat session. "It was some Sith power you used, yes? Corrupting something-or-other? Your whole job is to make people fall to evil." Her gaze shifted to a far wall. "Surely you have dedicated sorceries for it. You can tell me. I won't be angry."

[Amon Fallenstar]

Amon listened to her words, she had moved closer and he was acute aware of that especially as she reminded him of how he had gotten into this situation in the first place, her comments about not pursuing Vorn were unexpected; he didn't know exactly what their relationship was but it was clear that Vorn had stronger feelings towards Isabel than they weren't currently in a position to act on?

"Something tells me in doesn't want to be pursued either," the young Fallenstar mused, he had moved to allow Isabel the space to place herself where she desired next to him. "I imagine I didn't help though given how he behaved," he agreed it was clear that the anger Vorn had used to power his abilities in their battle had been born of scorned feelings. "Do you want to continue your lifestyle? Nothing lasts forever, even stars burn out," he continued almost seeming to wax poetic. "I don't hold it against you, it wasn't that bad at all until the interruption," was his reply, his voice briefly a tad softer.

Blinking at her final question, he did not have any sort of power to invade the minds of his enemies and influence them, with Isabel this close to him he could have reached out and touched her again while she spoke of his touch. "I did nothing," he confessed, "other than... what I wanted," he added his eyes scanning her face to see her reaction, it was a very nice face and she looked very kissable... He shook himself mentally again and rubbed his eyes, "After all that's what being Sith is, freedom to do as you please and not letting anything stop you from forging your own path." He noted that Isabel certainly thought the worst of Sith though she wasn't alone in that respect as many people distrusted them by default after all as his father often told him, betrayal was the way of the Sith.

"You know, I never was actually part of the Empire," he mentioned off handedly, his point being that while he claimed the Sith ideology and sought the power of the Dark Side, he was never actually given the title of Sith from it's Empire. Leaving him in a weird grey area about what factions he belonged to, just like his master. "I wouldn't want to do that anyway," he said and reached a hand out to sit right next to her own, centimeters away from each other, he could feel the warmth coming off her skin; however he kept going like that wasn't the case, "I can sense emotion but I can't influence it with the Force, the Jedi frown on that sort of thing. I see their point, it would be like violating someones free will. Ironic when you think about it considering the whole point was freedom in the first place."

Then looking back into her eyes, "Would you have preferred that it was some sort of spell?" he queried, thinking that the way she felt before was bothering her to the point she didn't want to think it was something she herself had felt of her volition.

[Isabel Lydeck]

Isabel shifted very subtly under the gaze and his assertion that he did what he wanted. She was used to being desired. Everyone from that land-manatee in the waiting room to the occasional dignitary wanted something from her, but Amon's desire alone drew it out. She felt the need to open herself up to him. To let him use her, and take from him in return. She tilted her chin down, still unable to make eye contact, and her tail curled up to her side. Everything she'd learned for decades and every horrible memory from Nogatan united to scare her of those feelings.

Worst of all, there was no love to convince her Amon wasn't a real Sith or some other comforting contradiction. She knew what love was. She'd felt it for Imerus before and after she'd burned him. No, this was something more visceral, and it got worse each time she was around him. She feared what that instinct might grow into, despite her insistence on visiting him all the time. Yet despite her conscious reservations, the temptation remained, tugging at her in quiet moments. Perhaps that's why she was actually here.

"Yes," she said, her voice a little higher than she intended. She would have preferred if it was all a spell.

[Amon Fallenstar]

The young Fallenstar could read her body language, she was certainly not settled with the idea that he had not placed a spell on her or invaded her mind to influence her. Amon understood that feeling, not in the same context but thinking back to his time as a Jedi and when his father had been brought back into the Order after his exile from the Sith; the only thing that had saved him from an execution was memory loss and his connection to the Grandmaster. It wasn't long after that that Amon himself started to feel like the Jedis way of doing things were... naive and and short sighted, he had been right as it turned out but the dead couldn't know that.

"It is... difficult when you can't... contain a feeling. Intrusive thoughts and all that," he had sounded as if he was struggling with them himself and the truth was that having Isabel around soothed him now after their... interaction. Once upon a time her scent and influence through it unsettled him but now he found himself wanting more, in the back of his mind he wondered if there was a dependency developing on the pheromones but that didn't happen, right? "It is easier to accept if there is such a scapegoat," he agreed, "You dislike it?" he asked, "I can't say I do," he shifted his hand slightly and moved a finger to touch he side of her own hand gently, a small piece of contact but his mind and body demanded it, "You seem to... deny yourself a lot, why?" he finished with his question, he had a feeling he knew what the answer was, especially since he had mentioned a Siths penchant for release.

[Isabel Lydeck]

Isabel automatically grasped for more of his hand, weaving her fingers inbetween his, her shyness now more coy than humiliated. She pulled herself up into a less intimate sitting position. "I like it, Amon..." the words came slowly, as they often did when she had to summon her diplomatic filter to the fore. "...I deny myself because... well, I've already warned you it wasn't safe, haven't I?" Her gaze rolled back to him. She swallowed. "If you knew what I truly wanted to do to you. It's... well, you're a guest, and an injured one, even if you're deep within the dark side." She pulled his hand closer, into her lap. She was very close to telling another allegory, but everything she could think of at the moment would come across more condescending than she meant it. "You understand, don't you? What I'm made of. If you desire me, it's not the common kind. It's a snare set long before we were born, like gears in clockwork. The way what I am interacts with what you are. The atrocity we'd form together... briefly. It's against the justice I was raised to believe in." She squeezed his hand. Despite her determination to speak directly and without metaphors, she found it difficult to articulate what she meant. She didn't really understand it herself, but she had a sense of it. "I thought I could break it, but I was right. What's truly evil cannot truly change. I was being selfish in retrieving you. In acting despite Vorn's feelings. I should not have disturbed it all. I just... wanted what others seem to have."

[Amon Fallenstar]

Amon despite himself did feel his heart pick up the pace a fair around as Isabel moved her own hands and wrapped it around his own, his eyes looked over her as she did so and he would tell that she was giving herself permission to return the affection rather than restraining it as she had been previously, in response Amon found his thumb stroking her hand were she interlinked their digits as he enjoyed softness of her hands which were a large contrast to his own that were rough from years of combat and war because of his upbringing. In that moment of thought he also realize that between his time as a Sith and a Jedi, it was the former that had seen the least combat, when one would have thought it would be the other way around. Almost as if he was being kept away from violence unless his Master was there as well.

"I imagine that you think I wouldn't approve of those... 'things'?" he asked, "Hard for me to tell when you won't elaborate don't you think?" Even as he said that, he did realize what she was getting at because he knew of her fear of harming others with her power and if that was something she did unintentionally; then what was it that she would have wanted to do? It had a foreboding implication to say the else but with who the young Sith had been traveling with for the last several years, it couldn't as terrible as what the original Fallenstar was capable of - could it? "But unlike other types of danger, you're not trying to be dangerous are you?" he countered, his voice was softer than it had been before she had taken his hand. "Perhaps you're going the wrong way about controlling it?" he suggested, he knew that those powerful in the Force often had problems controlling that strength even with training and the young Fallenstar knew she came from a lineage of power, unlike the Fallenstar family where it comparatively seemed that all of the power was condensed into the head of their family.

She moved their hands to her lap and he found himself also stroking her thigh as well ever so slightly, the fabric of her pants showing how well made they were, it was clear that she liked to wear the best quality clothes that matched her style. He was constantly impressed with how.. savvy some of the Remnants were with their dress. Given his own wardrobe was... bland, but he often put that down to his lifestyle and upbringing, the Jedi hadn't been big of clothes and these days he was more often than not in need of combat garb than anything else. Though both him and his father owned one set of dress robes, both Jedi sets as Sith rarely actually had things that required them.

"They do say opposites attract..." he replied as she continued to address her concerns with what some sort of union between the two of them would form, "I often wonder why that is, is it some form of balance?" his tone was musing as he spoke since his real focus was still on the contact they shared as he allowed himself to enjoy it more than he probably should be. But as Isabel said, there was an undeniable desire to reach for more from them and at this point he was having a hard time blaming her pheromones anymore. "Though I have an inkling of what you refer too, to be made of something that you didn't ask for, something you despise..." he trailed off remembering the way he had been conceived and then later restored so he would make it to term. "You just... have to take that part of you and make it your own, make the power it has over you, your own power, though that does require accepting it to a degree."

"You see me as truly evil then?" he asked her, his tone still soft but in a way that seemed almost hurt, he knew that following the darker path of the Force would bring those thoughts about himself but at the same time, he had never considered himself in that way but then again... everyone saw themselves as a hero in their own mind - was that what had happened to him? He looked down at their intertwined hands in her lap and then back to Isabels face. "I suppose so, hard to make an argument for it otherwise isn't it? Considering my lineage, sins of the father and all that." he admitted his voice almost sounding hurt or resigned.

"I do understand your desire, it is difficult for beings like us to... find that sort of peace after all," he admitted, "Another thing both factions within the Force share but for different reasons, sometimes I wonder exactly why they fight given how similar they are at their core," he then turned his words back to themselves, "Though perhaps we could help each other in that respect?" he suggested, without realizing it he had leaned in closer to Isabel and his other free digits of his hand had kept up their massage of her hand and leg as well. "Sometimes retaining a thought or feeling only makes it compound inside until it becomes something else entirely," this time he was speaking directly from experience as he had often thought his distaste for his father when he had been part of the Puris Axiom was just his Jedi upbringing vs the way the man had been a 'redeemed' Sith but now it had been clear it was a darker emotion that had powered his distaste, one that would drive him away from the light over time.

[Isabel Lydeck]

Her gaze took on a more wistful quality as he called her out for not elaborating, smoldering with hunger that intensified as he stroked her. He spoke of control, of a lack of intention to harm, but the old justifications rose up in her mind. Reason said Amon was an individual, one who had been kind to her. One whose rough hand fell gentle against her thigh, but he was slowly turning into an abstraction. An idea attached to shapes. For a minute his words blurred out as well, but she brought herself back with a blink. "No, no," she mumbled, realizing she'd fallen into a daze. "Not you, me. I'm evil. Well, you might be as well, but..." He leaned in closer to her, his hand exploring more, his words encouraging her to let go. The spell returned. "So strong..." she murmured, sitting stiffly in one final effort of resistance. It didn't last long. She grabbed him by the back of the head with her free hand and thrust him into a kiss, not seeming to care about his injuries anymore, her fingers interwoven with his hair and her eyes closed.

[Amon Fallenstar]

Amon chuckled, "You strike me as far from evi-" he began attempting to tell Isabel that she was far from the darkest or evilest person he had met, let alone heard of, the galaxy was filled with far more malevolent forces than either of them. Once upon a time he had wished to think otherwise but he had been humbled many times by the true power in his family to entertain that level of arrogance and in retrospect, it had saved his life more than once.

Retrospect however was the last thing on his mind, it had been swept away as Isabel swept him up closer to her he almost missed the words she spoke softly but the intrigue to their meaning was washed away when she met her lips with his. He felt his body protest as in it's injured state it wasn't pleased about such quick movement but he only expressed it in a heavy exhale as he returned her passion; arms going around her back and stroking her spine as he pulled her closer as if trying to merge their bodies together it was at all possible. Now that she'd opened the flood gates on the tension that they had been sharing since reuniting. He didn't even feel the sway of her scent anymore or perhaps he'd just accepted it, but all he was focused on right now was the woman wrapped up with him and the taste of her lips almost as if he would savor whatever had passed between them before this like a rich, sweet sirloin or some other - he was no connoisseur but he knew that whatever it was he wanted to kept tasting it.

He met her gaze with his own for a brief moment and a smile had crept onto his face, almost to say, 'I told you so' - however he quickly pulled her closer once more and holding her tightly against him, he deepened his kiss like he was the only thing providing him with oxygen. He breath heavy all the while, a hand went down the base of her tail and he stroked and teased it remembering her reacting from last time and indulging his desire for... more.

[Isabel Lydeck]

Amon's embrace had left Isabel straddling him beneath the hospital sheets. Her fingers ran down his long, dark hair, clearing when the first kiss ended. She looked down on his triumphant smile with her mouth still hanging open, tongue a little out, lupine, perplexed, excited. But most of all playful. It was a very strange expression for a noble, even one of her mixed blood. Yet that mixed blood was what had made a promise, had cajoled her to give in. To taste him. To draw ever closer to that light inside of him that she couldn't see, but could feel. A warmth and a rightness, deliciously poisoned, on the trailhead to a long, dark road. She tasted it there in his mouth, just a little, when she had pressed her tongue in to trade with his.

The gaze wasn't long, like the moment between lightning and its thunder. Their lips reunited and her hips slid once, thoughtlessly against his as the bed began to warm. For a beautiful moment, there wasn't a right or a wrong. There wasn't even a concern about what would happen to Amon or the fact that they were in a semi-public area of a hospital. There was only the promise.

Isabel broke off the second kiss, panting once and, quick as a serpent, went for his neck. Fortunately for young Amon, his toying with her tail had offset some of the rising instinct. She caught herself in time, and the bite didn't break skin. She pressed there for a minute, purring in satisfaction, and then released him. The horror of what she was about to do didn't quite reach her yet. She snuggled against the throat she'd just assaulted, rubbing her cheek into the nook between his chest and chin, still tempted mightily.

[Amon Fallenstar]

The fact that Isabel made no attempt to control herself like himself just made him grasp her harder against him, he felt her body writhe against his own and pressed himself back against her rough pressure she applied between them. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew they were in a hospital room with other people around but he didn't care in the slightest, in a way he had channeled that same frustration at being stuck here into the intensity of his want for the woman in his lap and arms.

Amon felt her intent on his flesh as she closed in for the shortest of moments but it only made him shiver with anticipation, he remembered the sharp pleasure of broken skin and the mere memory at that sweet after ache brought his breath to even more of a heavy panting. In the next break of their lips as she purred and rubbed herself against his skin, something he hadn't truly addressed was the fact he was bandaged around the torso rather than clothed and it was something he certainly didn't mind as he could feel the intense heat rolling off the young Lydeck. It gave way to their raw emotions mixing, there was something still untamed within Isabel and he railed against her control but there was a brightness to it like the same glow she had taken when turning sand to glass.

"What did we say about holding back?" he purred back, his voice husky and low as he breathed the words into her ear, he then nipped at her ear as if he was playfully biting it, "I can tell you want it," he continued his hand on her tail wrapping around and running through his fingers, "Though if. You. Eat me now. How will you. Get. More. Later?" he added teasingly, every pause in his words another movement of his lips over her skin, neck and shoulders as if trying to commit her taste to memory.

[Isabel Lydeck]

The princess buried her face in Amon's hair, turning away from his throat for a minute as his lips explored beyond her mouth, taunting her with her desires. "Eat you?" she whispered slowly, as though only now absorbing that eating him was, in fact, what going for his throat entailed. "Mmm, no matter. Your kind always find a way to come back..." She was positively balmy with delight, though having to stop and consider her actions brought her back for a moment. She sat up in his lap and scooted back a little, taking the covers with her. "Always have a backup plan." Her eyes travelled down his torso. "Always have a trap." She reached for his waistband and, as she had back in the ship, exposed him. "I bet you wanted this to happen all along."

[Amon Fallenstar]

In the back of his mind her reaction to his tempting was telling of just what he had asked of her, it seemed that whatever that was it was more than happy to comply to as much of a degree as possible and despite that realization he couldn't help himself feel a tad excited. Which was quite unlike himself as a smile danced around the corners of his lips when she spoke of him 'coming back'. Amon knew exactly what she was getting at, the way some Sith when killed, it didn't seem to take or whatever reason or another.

"Are you saying you don't believe in having a plan B?" he replied as his eyes raked over the woman taking her in again as she moved her body from one position to another and his breath caught in his throat again when she pulled his remaining lower garment down to expose him again. "I'd say I'm in a pretty bad position to be trapping anyone right now..." he almost whispered his vision locked on what was unfolding before him, his hands still stroking her hair and body, tracing every line of her skin like one would a map when trying to find somewhere on the edges of memory as she lowered herself down beyond the reach of his mouth. "I certainly can't say I wouldn't want this," he could feel the blood rushing through his veins and redirecting itself to areas where it wanted to be used for more direct means. "Would I have been the only one?"

[Isabel Lydeck]

Isabel trailed a hand down his abdomen, wordless, desirous, but still reluctant to cross that last threshold. Her thighs straddling him and the soft touch of her fingers were as warm as manchet straight from the oven. A part of her agreed with him on the trapping matter as she lowered herself again to his throat, giving it a kiss and a last, affectionate lick. The young sith was injured and on his back. She really could do whatever she wanted. The situation appealed to that part of her mind that kept prompting her to prey on him, made her savor the moments before she'd give in completely.

She slowly kissed down his chest, then his belly, purring, drawing out the display of her hungry affection until she finally reached the main course. She caressed his sides and gazed for a moment, then all at once went for it.

The instant before tongue met tumescence, however, the hybrid found herself violently snatched up and away by the neck of her shirt. An owl's head filled her vision. A taloned bear's paw wagged a single digit in reprimand. "Whoo!" The huge, owlish alien in a labcoat scolded. She could feel the bass of his weird language in her chest. He really was upset. "Whoo!" he pointed to the injured Amon, then back to her, wagging his finger some more. "Whoo!"

Thanks to the design of her blouse, she wasn't choking or anything, but the doctor thoroughly trashed the mood. Her higher thoughts were back in an instant. "My sincerest apologies," she said hastily, holding up her hands. "I did not mean to offend. I just... umm... what was I doing?" A blush spread across her cheeks and her tail curled into the familiar spiral. Her articulate apology broke down into a mess of stammering. "I know what it seems like, but I don't usually, umm... it was my first... Look, he seduced me! How was I... uhh... not that I don't usually not... I just haven't... I wasn't going to..."

The doctor's anger was appeased, though his disgust lingered. He hooted out a few more objections and rules to interrupt the stuttering, dropped her, and returned to his business.

[Amon Fallenstar]

Amon moved so rapidly as Isabel backed away when they were interrupted again, in a flash he was re-clothed but the warmth he had experienced and sensations still lingered on his body, the left over touch of the young Lydeck leaving a trail of heat across his bare chest. His body once more protested his quick movements but it was over before it became a problem.

Not understanding what the creature who had gotten between them was saying but knowing it disapproved from its actions, "Perhaps if you'd let me leave," he muttered at the medical professional thinking about their location and how once again it had cost them an bout of hedonism. Slowly as the newcoming disappeared now that she had 'settled' things, Amon had swung his legs out of the bed and started an inventory of his belongings to both serve himself and to hide the blush in his cheeks from their apprehension.

"Third times gotta be the charm I suppose," Amon half joked, however he was unsure of what exactly their experience had just revealed, it was difficult enough to understand how a group of people who disliked Sith felt about two of those they disliked but this was throwing a whole other side of intent into it. Time would tell he supposed and he told himself that it was a step by step process to finally get what he wanted to know from them. "In my defense, it takes two to tango..." he added, his voice still mildly husky as he spoke and he eyed her up again taking in her reaction and form in this new situation. "Well, I guess that answers the question on how worried they are," he finished with a groan, if they were okay with him being mounted in such a fashion without checking him, he can't have been in that bad of a state.

"I have things that need to be attended to," he grunted more to himself now as he got himself to his feet after locating all his affects. He didn't. But when he was on the Smugglers Moon, there was often more reason than not to find something to do and with that he departed.

[Isabel Lydeck]

The Lydeck heiress sat on the bed, scratching the back of her head, still a little discombobulated from the rebuke. The second interruption brought to fore how little privacy she really had out on her own. This presented little issue in the past, but now she'd twice tried to consummate her awful and terrifying longings towards Amon, and twice they'd been interrupted. She suddenly empathized with that peasant couple she'd seen in the alleyway as a youth. She stayed seated on the bleach-white box spring, but her eyes followed the young Sith out, watching the sway of his hair against his retreating shoulders. She came looking for an answer, some explanation for the way she felt, but she wasn't sure she liked the one she got.

And now she was alone.

The cat-alien yowled in bed across the room, split open by forceps.

The heiress rubbed her head gently. Nobody accompanied her when she'd begun adventure blogging. She'd done her best work back then, in fact. It shouldn't feel so wrong now. Long had she meditated on that quiet blackness, space, so full of possibilities, so empty of other people with their emotions and horrors. She'd walked traceless amidst yawning wreckages, wandered grey borders between seas and sands, flown a little too close to safer suns and felt a kinship with the warmth. Her hand fell against her datapad again, but now she just wanted to go home.

She sighed and willed herself to look at her blog again. She hadn't written much since her first encounter with Amon at the tents. So many new comments. She scrolled through them dully. People wondering when the next post was coming. People suggesting places to visit next. People discussing the places in previous posts. People... asking about the guy who had shown up in a few pictures. Vorn. She expanded the discussion folder. There was a group of "resident detectives" as she called them, always latching onto minutia and using them to extrapolate larger bits of information. Once they'd seen a flag in the background of a picture and found out the exact coordinates of a slave ring she was blogging about. Now they were saying Vorn was some kind of wanted Rondian deserter. And he had turned himself in. And it was all over the local news there. And he was probably due for a horrible execution.

Isabel stared blankly at the screen. Slowly, slowly her arm began trembling. The bed smoldered. The threads of the sheets turned black and curled in on themselves, emitting a terrible stench. The owlish doctor from before returned, having finished a delivery behind him and now able to fully concentrate on the other patient and the intruder. The temperature prevented him from coming close enough to finish his checkup and reprimand. He stood in dumb confusion, not entirely understanding where the heat was coming from or where the bedridden man had gone, but the heiress didn't give him much time to think. He was between her and the door. She got up from the bed, and the floor tiles cracked. "Get out of my way, you damn thing," she growled, marching forward so fast he could barely dive to safety. She smoldered her way outside the hospital and into the neon night.