They had arrived in her ship; the one she had stolen form Nar Shaddaa, the one that was large enough for only two. She deftly docked the ship in the designated ring. Her attention remained transfixed on the up and coming events. The plan was fool proof. What she wanted, what she needed, would be had; her hunger eased, her ambitions subsided.

A slight smile played onto her exotic visage.

Her hair was left loose; it hung over her bare shoulders and down her back its fiery red color made her tanned features all the more appealing to many around her. Her enchanting emerald eyes danced as her mind wandered to the evening’s possibilities. The Sith’s lips were a natural shade of ruby red as she had no need for enhancements. Her body was tone, her figure trim.

She donned her usual attire a black bustier, its laces tied tightly on her back; her pants of skin tight black leather, and her boots thigh high, also in black leather. On the chair to her side sat her black mantle, the one she used to cover her sensuous curves.

The man to her side was dressed equally to impress, but his was to capture the eye of the “man” they had come here to meet. Although she found him……stimulating…..she had to keep her head clear for the task ahead.

The docking claps clinked into place as the ship finally came to a stop in its designated docking ring. Dehoir sighed slightly as she rose from her seat. She quickly leaned over and took a hold of her cloak. Clipping it into place she turned to the other occupant and nodded. Both Sith made their way out of the ship and into the bustling confines of the halls.










Two elevator rides and a solid twenty minute walk and the two were at their destination. Dehoir chanced a glance in Zarith’s direction. He was a handsome creature; near raven hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a body that….well, her thoughts stopped there for fear of him sensing her stare. She quickly turned her gaze forward as a slim smile creased her lips.

Coming in closer to their destination Dehoir licked her lips and spoke to her partner.

“There it is; The Renaissance Plaza. Heh, this Oirdeh certainly knows how to live. I believe this hotel is one of the most upscale in the galaxy. It often makes me wonder if, when I was on Nar Shaddaa, I had gotten into the right business.”

She turned her smiling face to Zarith as she continued.

“Working as a ships engineer doesn’t pay all that well. Come to think of it neither did waiting tables at that hell hole.”

The smile faded from her face as she turned forward once more. Her embarrassment was noticeable as she spoke of her past life on the smuggler’s planet. Life was hard, but it was all she knew.

“I’m sorry, Zarith. Whenever I think about Nar Shaddaa I get….well…disappointed. Had I been anywhere but there I could have been more than I am now.”

Dehoir sighed as they both made their way to the check-in counter. Her smile returned as she approached the distinguished gentleman manning the computer.

“Here goes nothing.”

The man at the counter, a human; well dressed in an alluring suit and tie mad eye contact with the Sith Knight as she moved in closer. He flashed the attractive woman a dashing smile, revealing pearly white teeth. He quickly straightened his suit coat and licked his lips. Dehoir cringed slightly at the unconcealed action but quickly composed herself.

“Well, well, well. I assume, my dear that you’re looking for a room?”

A nod told the young man that his assumption had been in fact correct. A broad smile danced onto his facer as he cleared his throat and continued.

“Well, in that case, I can give you the keys to my room.”

Dehoir furrowed her brow and flashed the clerk an evil grin.

“You’d NEVER be able to handle what I’ve got, sweetheart. Now if you don’t mind…I believe there is a set of keys left to me from a Mr. Oirdeh. I’ll ask this only once and I’d better get the action I request….may I please have the keys that were left for me?”

The smile faded form the man’s visage as Dehoir’s demeanor turned darker. Without hesitation he looked up the name the young woman requested and handed her the key.

“Thank you.”

With an intense glare, Dehoir turned from the creep behind the counter and made her way to the elevator, Zarith close behind. They were on the two-hundredth level of the Astral Astoria, but the room in the hotel was higher at two hundred and twelve. Both Sith made their way into the empty lift.









Zarith had remained silent ever since they had landed; it was nothing new to Dehoir. She knew the man possibly better than he even cared to admit, and luckily for her she knew he’d never turn down this ‘task’ that she took on.

Her eyes wandered to his frame. He stood with both hands neatly cupped in front of him. His cape was clipped to his shoulders, the fabric cascading down to the middle of his back. His hair was combed and well kept, his face cleanly shaven. Her eyes caught his as she made her way up his entire body. She smiled slightly as she moistened her lips. Truly the games were about to begin.

Zarith had kept mostly silent on their trip to the station. He had sensed an odd apprehension and anxiousness in Dehoir. The other Sith Knight had said little about the mission, other than they were to meet a man who had information vital to the Sith. The fact that Master Jas had approved dispatching both of his Sith Knights for this mission spoke of how important it was. Even taking that into account, Dehoir was still acting odd. She was usually very calm and in control, but she seemed a bit on edge.

Zarith nodded and smiled at the other Knight as she talked briefly about her past. He understood all to well the pain that memories could bring to a person. Zarith's own history was littered with his fair share of pain and misery. In the end, however, he was stronger for it. The same was quite likely true of Dehoir, and he wouldn't change anything about her.

Zarith thought little of the altercation at the hotel counter. The hotel worker had been nothing but a sniveling worm and deserved the rough treatment delivered to him by Dehoir. 'Perhaps this will help relieve some of her tension,' he thought to himself as he continued to calmly follow her. As they entered the elevator, Zarith could tell that he had been wrong. He could sense Dehoir burning even hotter and brighter in the force now. Her emotional state was strong and excited, yet Zarith sensed no danger coming at them.

He then caught the other Sith Knight looking at him. Their eyes met as she looked him over, her tongue slipping out to moisten her lips. He took a brief second to scan over her entire figure. Her black bustier hugged her chest tightly, lifting it up to display it prominently. His eyes skimmed down from her chest, taking in the rest of her body's curves, wrapped in her skintight leather pants and thigh high boots. Dehoir was indeed a sight to behold, and she was well aware of it too.

Zarith's examination lasted only a few seconds before his eyes locked with her eyes once more. The elevator doors slid open and the two Sith Knights broke their gaze with each other. The pair left the elevator and walked to the room at a brisk pace, neither saying a word to the other. They soon arrived at the door and Dehoir quickly unlocked and opened it. She slipped inside, Zarith close behind her.

Zarith glanced around the room and saw no one there but the two of them. "It seems that we are the only ones here, my dear," he said with a tinge of annoyance. "I suppose we will have to wait." Zarith sat down and gazed at the other Sith Knight. He was still sensing the same excitement from Dehoir. She seemed to be a bit more relaxed now, but he could still feel a certain tension in the air, as if something bigger were going to occur. This feeling of uncertainty and anxiousness was starting to get to him. It was time to finally time to find out what was going on. "So what are we doing here Dehoir? Who is this man we are meeting and when shall he arrive?"

Her body temperature was rising steadily, and she couldn’t help but think her blood was aflame with anticipation. A trickle of sweat made its way from her neck to her cleavage, the trail it took left a moist outline on her smooth skin. One could wonder the scene it was privileged to as it continued past her breasts and down the rest of her body.


Arriving at the room both she and Zarith entered. The room was decorated in a posh, luxurious manner, leaving no portion to its atmosphere plain. The scent was intoxicating….flowers and fruit, both exotic. The mixture of the floral scent and the fruit intertwined with her own….and his…oh, his scent was so….so, sensual. It was all she could do from lunging for him and tearing through his clothes.


Her right hand rose to her hair. She slowly moved some loose locks to behind her ear; once done she let her hand trail down to her neck to her breasts letting it linger there for a moment. Zarith’s question caught her off guard causing her to shake her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts.


“It seems we’re the only ones here, my dear.”


“Huh? Oh yes, indeed.” She smiled lightly as she made her way around the room. Her hand ran along the sofa’s fabric as she moved about. She came to a stop at the window. Her gaze seemed to linger on the backdrop of stars…her mind began to wander.


“I suppose we’ll have to wait.”


“Oh, I doubt he'll be here before too long.”


She smiled broadly as she stared intently in to the galaxy beyond the room. She could feel Zarith becoming increasingly more uncomfortable and concerned. The charade would have to be revealed soon….and a….great relief finally had.


“So what are we doing here Dehoir? Who is this man we are meeting and when shall he arrive?”


His anxiousness finally got the better of him. Zarith was not a stupid man, and he was certainly not one to be toyed with….at least not without his knowledge. A broad smile played onto her visage as she continued to stare into the great beyond. She had taken this game far enough….she wasn’t about to ruin the surprise.


Her smile faded as she turned to face him. Unclipping her cloak she let it pool to the floor around her. It had been a long time since she had been alone with a man, something she could barely remember.


“I’m glad you asked.”


She began to gradually make her way to the taller Sith Knight. Once in front of his person she stopped. Her breathing was heavy and heated as she raised her arms. Placing them around his neck, Dehoir drew his head closer to her plump ruby lips. His musky scent lingered as she moved in close to his ear. Before she spoke her tongue made its way to his ear. She traced its outline until she ended at his earlobe. Dehoir began to nibble gently. She could feel his body shiver slightly at her touch.


The young woman could no longer hold back. Letting his lobe slip form her mouth, Dehoir whispered tenderly into his ear.


“He’s already here.”


Dehoir looked directly into his eyes committing the azure color to memory.


“I thought we could use some time alone…..a celebration of sorts….on our reaching the rank of Knight.”


She smiled lightly as she gazed more deeply into his eyes. She couldn’t wait to hear his reaction to her little surprise.