Still disappointed from the loss of her prey, Peregrinas led the man into Ziost's cold. She hissed in a flash of agony as the chill air lit nerve endings
on fire on the burnt flesh of her arm. The hiss was of pleasure. As she walked, Ordona took a moment to reflect on that. It had been a long time since
she'd thought about where she sat in the world, but it was easily a distinction when she took pain for pleasure.
Granted that she had always been hotheaded, and always somewhat brutal to others, even Ordona was slightly taken aback by her current state. Not that she cared. Turning her head, she cast an unnerving glance over her shoulder. Her smile was slightly wicked, and the glee in her eyes was simmering along the border of sane.
"You know, you did cost me my prey back there?" Ordona asked, her voice as hard as the ice underfoot. Before Malcolm could answer, she spoke again. "Excuse me, I really should tell those pilots to guide our friend safely." She said the word friend the way one might talk about a Corellian Slice Hound who'd just wet the carpet.
She pulled her commlink from her belt and spoke, giving terse instructions for the pilots of a Lambda-class shuttle to take the Mandalorian Venku to Concord Dawn, and drop him off. She continued, giving them strict rules to leave him alive, but if he argued, tell them they'd be glad to call Darth Peregrinas to the shuttle bay to deal with him. Finished, Ordona turned to Mal. The pair was approaching a rather small square structure.
Though not entirely private, these were Ordona's quarters. She had requested them away from many of the other Sith, though Churs had left her with a sparse few roommates. Females of the Order, though most merely learning the ways or the Force. Two of them, in fact. Ordona mostly ignored them.
Stepping through the door, Ordona walked down the hall, to the left. The door slid open as she approached, and the two entered a room with three chairs, none looking particularly comfortable. A table sat in the far corner, looking decently used, though nothing adorned its surface. Pulling one of the chairs around, Ordona sat in it, motioning for Mal to do the same. She felt suddenly tired, the pain in her arm leaving her more tired than it should.
"What business, then?" the Sith woman asked as she used the Force to draw a medkit from the wall. It floated towards her as she awaited the lightsider's reply.
Granted that she had always been hotheaded, and always somewhat brutal to others, even Ordona was slightly taken aback by her current state. Not that she cared. Turning her head, she cast an unnerving glance over her shoulder. Her smile was slightly wicked, and the glee in her eyes was simmering along the border of sane.
"You know, you did cost me my prey back there?" Ordona asked, her voice as hard as the ice underfoot. Before Malcolm could answer, she spoke again. "Excuse me, I really should tell those pilots to guide our friend safely." She said the word friend the way one might talk about a Corellian Slice Hound who'd just wet the carpet.
She pulled her commlink from her belt and spoke, giving terse instructions for the pilots of a Lambda-class shuttle to take the Mandalorian Venku to Concord Dawn, and drop him off. She continued, giving them strict rules to leave him alive, but if he argued, tell them they'd be glad to call Darth Peregrinas to the shuttle bay to deal with him. Finished, Ordona turned to Mal. The pair was approaching a rather small square structure.
Though not entirely private, these were Ordona's quarters. She had requested them away from many of the other Sith, though Churs had left her with a sparse few roommates. Females of the Order, though most merely learning the ways or the Force. Two of them, in fact. Ordona mostly ignored them.
Stepping through the door, Ordona walked down the hall, to the left. The door slid open as she approached, and the two entered a room with three chairs, none looking particularly comfortable. A table sat in the far corner, looking decently used, though nothing adorned its surface. Pulling one of the chairs around, Ordona sat in it, motioning for Mal to do the same. She felt suddenly tired, the pain in her arm leaving her more tired than it should.
"What business, then?" the Sith woman asked as she used the Force to draw a medkit from the wall. It floated towards her as she awaited the lightsider's reply.
