Rain pours down on the rock of the roads. All around the denizens of the planet are going about their business. A young woman walks, black boots splashing water up her legs, her hood and small cape keeping most of her body dry. Brown hair nicely dry and hidden under the hood. Despite the rain it was boiling outside, a combination of climate and the huge foundries that this planet held for the Sith war machine.
Venenifer walks along the streets. She knew them well, having grown up here for 18 years. Despite her time away she could remember every inch. This hive of scum hadn't changed. She could hear people talking, see orphans begging. All go silent and step back when she passes though, a Platoon of Sith troopers walk with the Sith Lord.
Everyone clears the way, a Sith Lord could not be good, and vexing one was even worse. Venenifer turns a corner, she can see the building she is looking for instantly. No change, all windows were sealed shut, two men stood outside looking like professional security but were whatever idiots were rolling through that week and needed some extra cash. The door was plain not standing out at all. There wasn't even a single sign.
But she could remember everyone knew what it was, what went on there, who worked there, while she wouldn't call it work, it was known as the oldest profession. Both the guards eye her, she can see each has a blaster pistol, both seeing the large group place their hands on their weapons. Like it will even matter. Her troopers stop, blocking the path behind her. But she keeps walking, the mercenaries look her over, who knows in that tight outfit possible she works there flickers through their mind. She gives them a non threatening smile and they relax for a moment.
Her smile turns to a smirk, they assume a sexy one. She raises a hand and they don't have another thought as they are slammed into the wall knocked out. She waves a hand, the door opens and she steps in, instantly her senses are assaulted with an extremely overpowering scent of lavender. A scent she normally loves when subtle. She knows why it is so strong, to hide other scents from the senses.
She can hear sounds all around, a small water feature by the door, she briefly glances at it. She remembers as a child she would stare at it for hours, or rather the fish within, imagining being able to swim with them while mummy had worked. Much better than being bored.
The mistress of the house finally notices her, and walks over, well dressed. A well made alderaanian style dress, made to imitate those of high status. She knew exactly what the woman was. The older woman bows, she had seemed fairly old when Venenifer had been but a girl. Now she seemed... Ancient. Realistically she was probably in her fifties, the environment rarely made anyone look their age.
A quick gesture from the owner of the business if it could be called that and three women. Probably her own age of twenty enter, one takes a seat playing on an instrument, maybe to better hide any sounds, maybe to seem talented and exotic. "My Lady, welcome to the House of Lavender. How might we help you?" The words are sweet and laced with hints of what the woman assumes the Sith Lord wants. "You have a woman who I believe works here. Her name is Starling Sora. I want her" The brunette Sith orders. The other girls look between each other, surely she would want one of them, while less experienced they were younger.
The mistress pauses a few moments. Then shakes her head "she is with a client at the moment, her time is almost up and she will need to get cleaned-" Ven cuts her off "As she is will be fine. Tell the man to leave and I pay quadruple" there is a gasp from the girls. The short Sith pays them no mind. Honestly she couldn't care less about their thoughts.
The mistress nods, she offers a quick bow then walks into this 'house' . Venenifer stands waiting, she reaches out with the force. She can feel there are around twenty people in the building. Busier than she remembers. A few minutes pass and she hears shouting. A fairly tall man, not in the worst shape but in no means well built. He is arguing with the woman escorting him out. He pauses when he reaches Venenifer, opening his mouth to no doubt throw abuse her way at ending his fun early he stops, he notices the small sabre hanging from her belt. His mouth snaps shut and he quickly leaves not saying another word.
Venenifer rolls her green eyes, the older woman offers her a smile. "please My Lady this way" she gestures walking down the corridor. The twenty year old woman follows. She pays no attention to the woman, each door she passes she can hear faint moans, groans, slaps, squeaks and every other sound she can imagine associated with adult activities. She stops right behind the older woman, seventh door on the left. "Thank you" the old woman smiles, Starling rarely wanted to have two in a row and almost never would touch another woman even for a male client. But this Sith was paying too much.
Venenifer steps into the room closing the door, a brunette woman is facing away, her body still naked, cheeks of her arse still flushed red probably from the last clientèle's hands. She can see a series of marks on her back, a series of birds are flying from her spine around her ribs, Venenifer can remember they wrap around her breasts and finish in her collar bone, feathers scattered around the birds. The click of the door closing makes the slightly taller and older woman turn around. Starling raises an eyebrow. She was told a Sith Lord had requested her. Not this woman. She did not do women. Though the money was tempting, she had no interest in this little practically girl.
Before the older of the two women could protest the Sith speaks "Hello, Mother" Ven steps a little closer, Starling barely recognises her no longer the shy small girl, she can see from the outfit her daughter's body is a series of toned muscles, like any acrobat or gymnast. She looks her over but does speak. "It's been some time hasn't it? I have been through a lot. Would you believe your little girl, your little Raven is a Sith Lord."
Starling looks her over then chooses to speak "You come back here looking like that. You're a Sith. Another one of those dark murderers. Another one who does nothing but Lord over us." the older woman spits at her daughter. Venenifer had expected it honestly, part of her had hoped it, part of her had wished…. it didn't matter what it had wished. The Sith smirks. "I come back here to show what I have accomplished. To show you what your daughter you tried to make into nothing but a toy for others to use then throw aside had managed to become. To show you, that I hold all that power I had wanted." Venenifer knew it was petty to come back to mock her mother like this. After all, she had much more important things she could be doing.
Starling laughs "A little runaway child who didn't want to be an adult and earn a real living. No she ran away to terrorise others. To enslave others. To beat them, why cause you got a few slaps for losing this place work? Your pathetic." Venenifer's mind plays back a thousand memories, times she had got hurt and rushed to her mother for comfort. Had been watching the fish and the mistress of the house had slapped her cheeks for being in the way. For refusing men five times her age even when she had only just begun to bloom into an adult.
Venenifer isn't even sure what it is, but she snaps and in a brief moment of rage she grabs her mother with the force. Constricting her throat, she can see the panic set in. But she doesn't let go. She enjoys it. She watches her mother's legs kicking. She raises her other hand holding her mother totally still with the force. So she can't even have the feeling like she had the power to struggle. Venenifer watches as the life slips from her mother's eyes. If for a moment the disgust had left those eyes that matched her own she would have let go. But it remains even as the last of the working woman's brain shuts down. Ven throws her aside. She sighs controlling her emotions once more. She walks out the room. Closing the door behind her.
Calmly she walks to the lobby. This time she ignores all sound around her. Her mind replaying the moment her mother's eyes lost all life. She enters the room with the sound of water trickling, at some point it seems the fish had gone. Oh well. She walks towards the door. The mistress calls her, demanding payment even if those short minutes had been all the Sith Lord could handle. Ven snarls waving her hand the woman slams into the wall. She hears a scream from down the corridor she had been in. No doubt someone just found her mother.
She steps outside. Her men are all standing waiting totally silent. The only thing different is now the man who had been in with her mother only moments ago is laid on the floor by the door dead. She steps on his corpse just to walk to her men. "Captain" she says calmly, the men all stand a little straighter. "My Lady" is an instant answer from a man whom she was learning to trust. "Burn it down." no hesitation before a simple "it will be done my Lord."
An hour later Venenifer is stood with her men on top of a landing pad meant for industrial vessels but their shuttle was there instead. Venenifer is watching the flames. A small city block totally engulfed in flames. Fire teams were trying to contain it. She didn't care. That place was gone. She could see the flames had travelled enough to burn the buildings nearby meaning the apartment she had called home was now gone too. She could feel the loss of life. For now she didn't care. In the flames she can see green eyes full of disgust fading to dull lifeless orbs.