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OOM: Conversation with Khem Val.
Dec. 18th, 2014 07:23 pm(OOC: Some lines taken from canon.)
"I know now who you remind me of, little Sith." Ibani glances up at him from where she's inspecting a panel. It's not like him to start a conversation.
"Oh? Who do I remind you of, then?" She's not going to turn down the chance to learn more about her prisoner and bodyguard when the opportunity presents itself so readily.
"Ortan Cela, my master's apprentice. Like him, your ambition outstrips your ability and you do not hesitate to take what you don't deserve," he explains with a sneer.
Ibani wasn't expecting a compliment, but that answer takes her aback. Where in the galaxy is he getting THAT impression of her from? "And what is it that I have taken and don't deserve?" she asks, careful to keep her surprise out of her voice.
Khem Val growls. "Me, little Sith. I was the greatest shadow assassin on Urkupp when Tulak Hord challenged me to honorable combat and claimed his victory. I followed him out of honor, out of devotion. I was his ally, not his slave!"
That accusation stings, makes her bristle internally. There is truth in it, but what else was she supposed to do?! "What should I have done, then?" she replies, her lips a thin line. "Let you kill and eat me?" She shakes her head. "My survival demanded this bond between us, but I have treated you as well as I may."
"You have nevertheless made me a slave," he continues, his gaze holding hers. "Like you, Ortan Cela bound a Dashade by force. Veshikk Urk was my greatest rival in the order of the shadow assassins, but Cela stole his dignity and reduced him to a slavering monster."
The likeness is a shallow one, surely? But the idea gnaws at her....
"I don't know what happened to Veshikk after I went into stasis, but I promise you, I will not be enslaved forever." And with that ominous statement hanging in the air, the Dashade stalks off toward the crew quarters.
"I know now who you remind me of, little Sith." Ibani glances up at him from where she's inspecting a panel. It's not like him to start a conversation.
"Oh? Who do I remind you of, then?" She's not going to turn down the chance to learn more about her prisoner and bodyguard when the opportunity presents itself so readily.
"Ortan Cela, my master's apprentice. Like him, your ambition outstrips your ability and you do not hesitate to take what you don't deserve," he explains with a sneer.
Ibani wasn't expecting a compliment, but that answer takes her aback. Where in the galaxy is he getting THAT impression of her from? "And what is it that I have taken and don't deserve?" she asks, careful to keep her surprise out of her voice.
Khem Val growls. "Me, little Sith. I was the greatest shadow assassin on Urkupp when Tulak Hord challenged me to honorable combat and claimed his victory. I followed him out of honor, out of devotion. I was his ally, not his slave!"
That accusation stings, makes her bristle internally. There is truth in it, but what else was she supposed to do?! "What should I have done, then?" she replies, her lips a thin line. "Let you kill and eat me?" She shakes her head. "My survival demanded this bond between us, but I have treated you as well as I may."
"You have nevertheless made me a slave," he continues, his gaze holding hers. "Like you, Ortan Cela bound a Dashade by force. Veshikk Urk was my greatest rival in the order of the shadow assassins, but Cela stole his dignity and reduced him to a slavering monster."
The likeness is a shallow one, surely? But the idea gnaws at her....
"I don't know what happened to Veshikk after I went into stasis, but I promise you, I will not be enslaved forever." And with that ominous statement hanging in the air, the Dashade stalks off toward the crew quarters.
