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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 25, 2019 14:37:02 GMT -5
Sweet Lil’ Fang had no right to exist on a violent world like Korriban; where countless generations had spilled blood across the red dunes, where strength was being tested and where failure meant death. One would hardly expect the black hearts of Sith to permit a place to relax and put the troubles of survival and Sith politics aside. Yet there it stood, in the settlement of Dreshdae, shining brightly and smelling of cinnamon and freshly baked cake from afar. As if slipping into another dimension, everyone inside was free of their daily chores and troubles. A place of peace and ease; an oasis for all weary travellers who needed their rest. And food. Lots of food. Cupcakes, milkshakes, ice cream, cakes, pancakes, ardees, hot chocolate, space waffles, everything one’s sweet tooth could ever dream of. And the best coffee on all of Korriban - on the house if one happened to be a member of the Dark council. Better yet; Funami owned the place and personally ensured it adhered to the strictest of Sith standards. Sith tolerated no failure and demanded perfection and the little Sithling was no different. All who considered her harmless had not felt the touch of her psychokinetic powers yet.
Those who dared to violate the establishment’s family friendly atmosphere were swiftly ripped apart and removed by her telekinetic prowess without mercy or pity. And without staining the brightly colored walls if possible. Her Little Fang, her rules, no cameras, no witnesses, no problem!
The pink-haired terror had found herself paying the diner a visit once more. The rich red of her miniskirt rustled against the white socks pulled over her knees, and the fashionable black shirt was partially hidden beneath the crimson cape draped around her shoulders. A gust of wind stroked her curly pink bangs as she sauntered in. A personal matter this time – baking a cake for Darth Malice to celebrate the Sith empire’s victory over the Shadow empire. It was going to be a wonderful surprise and the young girl hoped the powerful Sith lady would not mistake her secretive attitude and enigmatic smiles for an impending assassionation attempt or something of the sorts. By her own telekinetic hands, Funami had created a masterpiece. Light, tender, fluffy, yet having a strong chocolate flavor. With the utmost care, Funami packed the cake and let it bask in the dark side of the Force for an hour to add more flavor. That gave her some time to relax and fill her permanently hungry stomach, and thus she padded over to the dining area, slipped behind the booth and ordered four pancakes.
Play video games, eat, sleep, eat, study, shop for new shoes, train, eat again, and play with the Force throughout the day. The meaning of life!
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Apr 25, 2019 17:29:35 GMT -5
Kaedus had just recently traveled from Dathomir to Dreshdae. He wasn't necessarily used to the world as it was his first time traveling on it. Nevertheless, the young Mandalorian Bounty Hunter was scoping out potential clients, as well as possible targets if the right people crossed his path. His silver buy'ce shined in the light of Dreshdae as he came off of the ramp, his black cloak flowing in the light wind of the planet. His 360 degree H.U.D picked up on those around him as he made his way toward the the establishment. "I'll just stop for a bite of food, and nothing more." Thought Kaedus as he stepped into the bakery. As soon as the Mandalorian entered, eyes pierced him like sharpened swords, unsure how to respond to the mysterious stranger who had just sauntered in unannounced. Funami Teriyaki ,
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 25, 2019 18:49:46 GMT -5
Among the pairs of eyes cautiously watching the new arrival was a purple one. A dark frown moved her eyebrows down. Funami did not like people whose appearance spelled trouble. Such was the price of opening one Sweet Lil’ Fang on Korriban. Mercenaries, Sith acolytes and guns for hire tended to get vulgar and violent and that just wouldn’t do in her establishment! Forgetting all about the pancakes destined to land on her table, Funami decided to intervene and stop the hulking suit of armor.
“Hey, buddy…!”
A busty waitress started toward the newcomer, only to stop at the sound of Funami’s voice and look at the owner with a fearful glance. Hopping off the posh seat, the Sithling scampered toward the figure. He towered high above her petite, underdeveloped form, but only until the pink-haired child gracefully lifted off the ground and hovered high enough to be a good head taller than him. Her legs did not really dangle in the air – it appeared as if she stood on her tiptoes while situated upon an invisible shelf. Planting her hands on her hips, the Sithling leaned forward to give him an earful.
“What is this?! You come in dressed like a hooligan and armed to the teeth? Do you think this is some low grade brothel? That’s unbelievable! How many times do I have to rip ignorant dimwits like you into pieces to make you realize this is a family friendly establishment! Young mothers with little children come here all the time! Do you also wear armor when you have dinner at home? Why do you wear that bucket on your head? How do you expect to drink your milkshake with the helmet on? Are you afraid it is going to rain inside? Idiot! Did you even shower this week? Gross!” Funami bombarded the newcomer while staring directly into his visor.
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Apr 25, 2019 18:57:16 GMT -5
Kaedus didn't speak for a moment, the intimidating T-Visor glared at her. Words were uttered in response, robotic sounding. "If I came in here seeking trouble I would've thrown a thermal detonator into the building and already shot someone. I'm here for food, and I intend on leaving afterwards. I am Mandalorian, I wear the armor of my people. Just as you adorn the darkside which seethes off of you like a blood-sucking insect."Kaedus took a step back to allow a reactionary gap, his rifle rested in his hands although his index finger was off of the trigger by nature. He bladed his body in case an attack was to commence so that he could be well-prepared to counter it if need be. The establishment grew quiet as all eyes stared at the two in anticipation. Funami Teriyaki,
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 25, 2019 19:30:13 GMT -5
Mandalorians?
This raised an eyebrow. She had not expected one to come all the way to Korriban. In fact, the pink-haired terror found it unusual enough to arouse suspicion. On the other hand, there was little desire in her to provoke a diplomatic incident, and thus she crossed her arms over her chest and let the ensuing silence sink in. Her eyes never left his form, silently measuring him, studying his armor and weaponry. Funami admittedly didn’t know much about Mandalorians aside from them being capable warriors. Not like the revelation combined with his intent glare intimidated her – by her own estimation, she would be able to end him in less than a second if it came to it. How effortless it would be to simply snap his neck or tear off a limb, or crumple the prized armor like paper and crush the soft body within! Abusing telekinesis before she could even walk and ever since, the petite Sith cupcake did not call herself the greatest psychokinetic in the galaxy for nothing, even if there were a few names able to prove her very wrong.
Slightly tilting her head to the side, she pouted her lips and swallowed a shower of fresh insults.
“You’re a long way from home. OK, you can come in! But don’t break anything and do not try to leave without paying!”
With just a flick of a finger, she summoned one of the Funami stickers usually given to children. Despite her previous statement, there weren’t many on Korriban, and thus she pasted it on his breast plate.
“Have a freaking sticker and don’t let anyone say Sith don’t know hospitality!”
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Ra'hal Lexor
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Apr 25, 2019 19:43:49 GMT -5
As she touched him, she could feel the sudden surge of the force throughout his body. This wasn't an offensive move, in fact it was a natural response. He was force sensitive. Something that is most certainly rare with the Mandalorian people. What was even stranger is the fact it was actually strong for someone who is untapped in most abilities within the force. "Thank you, Siit." Funami Teriyaki, [SIDENOTE: Siit, is Mandalorian for Sith.]
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 26, 2019 7:01:02 GMT -5
“Sit with me.”
Lifting a hand, Funami seized her guest in an unyielding telekinetic grasp. Physical strength wasn’t among her attributes, but moving objects with her mind was most definitely the small child’s forte. Sparks of mischief danced in her eyes as she levitated toward her booth and dragged the leashed Mandalorian with her like a leashed dog or a puppet. Landing in her seat and telekinetically sliding the armored giant of a man into the booth to sit across the table, Funami gave a sweet smile and completely shattered the image of a mighty Sith she had tried to build just moments ago. Only then did she relinquish her powerful hold and planted her hands on the table, fingers tapping impatiently and celling upon the Force to bring the menu card in front of the Mandalorian.
“You’re a really, really long way from home,” repeated Funami, “Do you have business on Korriban? Are you searching for someone?”
Very few stumbled upon the ancestral Sith world by accident. Korriban owed that to its reputation. Those who did usually did not live long.
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Apr 26, 2019 12:29:38 GMT -5
"Argh!"Grunted Kaedus as his body was sent into a chair by force. He disliked the usage of force put on his body. Nevertheless, he was aware he was on Korriban. One of the most ancient homeworlds of the Sith. Kaedus also made a mental note that her powers would be especially strong on a world that is fueled by Bogan like this. "I delivered a bounty, Mike V'Trechen."The Mandalorian did not move awkwardly, he pointed his finger at an assortment of food from the menu and by nature the waitress nodded. "Out of respect, Siit. Not many people would think you are a Sith based off your look. How do you deal with the criticism from your superiors?" Funami Teriyaki,
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 26, 2019 14:54:40 GMT -5
She had heard the rogue’s name often enough to know he used to be the ruler of this bizarre Brotherhood of Sith group, a self-proclaimed empire reigning over Mustafar. Given that Sith weren’t fond of competition, things had gone sour for them pretty quickly. Now, with their leader finally in shackles, there was one less annoyance in the galaxy. It also meant the cake Funami had prepared for her master would celebrate two joyful occasions, two false empires in ashes. Wonderful!
“Oh, congratulations!” Funami joyfully clapped her hands and excitement sparked within her big purple eyes. This little piece of information had earned him a genuine smile and gratitude.
Right before she could ask about everything concerning the false emperor’s capture, the sweet scent of warm cupcakes tickled her nose. The waitress’ sashay was as seductive as it was elegant, delivering her to the table and bringing Funami’s meal.
Delicious pancakes, glorious pancakes! She could practically taste the sugar rush the moment the plate touched the table. Eyes wide open and full of joy, the little Sithling dismissed all standard means of consumption and flicked a finger. The pancake on top gained life of its own and slowly rose up before practically dancing right in front of the Atrisian’s mouth. An eager bite followed, with syrup painting the pink-haired apprentice’s chin and remaining there until she swallowed and wiped it into a finger, immediately licking the sweet goodness off.
“Sith value power, not looks. Of course I could don the same black robes as everyone else, but then I wouldn’t look nearly as cute~“ The girl chirped with a wink and continued chewing on the first of today’s many pancakes to fall victim to her ravenous appetite.
“Besides,” started Funami after a greedy gulp announced her readiness to continue, “Did you know the ancient Sith sported bright colors? I guess you can say I continue that tradition. And it definitely stands out among the grey and black everyone else wears.”
Another bite and vigorous chewing while she attempted to ask the most important to questions despite having a mouthful of pancake.
“Soh whah aboh emprah Maikvtechn? Dih he ho down like ah bich?”
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Apr 26, 2019 15:06:39 GMT -5
Canderous thought the girl was interesting. He had met Sith before, but not like her, not flamboyant. His hands reached up to the magnetic locks on his buy'ce and he removed the mandalorian helmet. Revealing the young face of Fett. "He gave up willingly, i killed everyone in his compound."His eyes were a mysterious blue. Looking into them one could feel as of young Canderous has seen a lot. Nevertheless, soon after he put the helmet. This short display was an indication that he respected the Sith so far. Funami Teriyaki,
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 27, 2019 5:01:43 GMT -5
“Gave himself up?” repeated Funami in disbelief and furrowed her brow, “Pathetic! And unexpected.”
Sith had many qualities, but mercy wasn’t among them. No self-respecting Sith would ever surrender without a fight unless they had a cunning plan. That brought two options to the table. Mike was a terrible Sith indeed and the Sith empire was going to put him out of his misery. Or he was a better Sith than everyone gave him credit for and getting to Korriban was his plan all along. The thought sent ice cold shivers down Funami’s spine. To build an empire and watch it crumble from afar; to sacrifice thousands of lives to get a first class passage to Korriban and right to one of the most important and influential Sith beings. Was Darth Malice in danger? Part of her almost wanted to let pancakes be pancakes and reach for her comlink to warn the Dark council member. What followed was Funami taking another hungry bite and dismissing the matter of Malice’s safety. The Sith pureblood did not make the Dark council for nothing, worrying about her was beyond foolish.
“If I were Mike,” started the girl and chewed slowly while subtle hints of a smile played in the corners of her mouth, “I’d clone myself or find a double. Brainwash my replacement and fill him with enough explosives to destroy Kaas city. The fake Mike surrenders and pretends to be a broken man with nothing to live for. He is still a heretical emperor though, and so his death will be carried out by someone important. The false Mike gets brought right before the Sith emperor and or his right hand. And BOOM!”
No visible gesture on her part followed. The pancakes on the plate jumped into the air and made a dramatic flop before landing right back with a squelch. A hearty laughter erupted from the little pink-haired terror. She was enjoying this, basking in her Sithy, underhanded plans.
“But that’s just me thinking out loud, ahaha~! It’d never work because you performed a scan to identify and analyze his biological composition and medical status!”
All laughter and smiles ceased abruptly and she gave the Mandalorian a hard glare.
“You did scan him, right?”
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Apr 27, 2019 15:24:19 GMT -5
Canderous stared at her for a moment as she doubted his expertise in bounty hunting. "I've hunted an assortment of various people and species. From Jidai to Siit. One could assume I know the most basic procedures on how to assure my capture is successfully disarmed and void of any weaponry within them. As well as the specific signs of a clone."His words weren't intentionally aggressive, but this was afterall the trade he took seriously. Canderous stood up. His eyes rested on her for a moment, analyzing the tiniest facial expressions. "Thank you for the talk, what is your name again?"
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 28, 2019 4:54:09 GMT -5
Funami wriggled in her seat and kicked her legs excitedly, like a little child who just received the desired present.
“Aww!” squealed the Sithling, “You’re already asking the girl for her name! But we just met! This is all so sudden! You’ll make me blush!”
A soft giggle followed and Funami leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands.
“Give me yours and maybe I’ll tell you mine~“ The child purred and gave a playful wink.
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on Apr 28, 2019 11:48:13 GMT -5
Canderous paused while she insinuated he was making some sort of flirtatious gesture. Mentally thinking that he would never do such things to a Sith.. then again, a hormonal fifteen year old is prone to making decisions without much thought. "Canderous. Canderous Fett."For being a child,Funami was nearly the same age of Canderous. But due to the over glorified Mandalorian genetics, he did appear much older when it came to his body build. Oh genetics, you may do Canderous a massive favor by his mid twenties. Funami Teriyaki,
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 28, 2019 12:56:38 GMT -5
“Most know me as Miss Teriyaki.” The pink-haired child stated nonchalantly, taking another bite from her cupcakes. Truly, most of her fellow acolytes called the little brat that way due to her sheer insistence and the fact she was Darth Malice’s apprentice and therefore important in their eyes. It meant little more than showing respect to someone who was under the protective wings of a Dark council member.
But this Mandalorian wasn’t just another acolyte. He was the man responsible for the false emperor’s capture. As such, he deserved special treatment.
“You can call me Funami!“ She beamed a smile.
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