Prettii Deals With The Revanites (Tari Darkspanner x Prettii)
626 words, F!Cyborg Assassin
Rating & Tags: Mature; brief and vague sex scene
Notes: Prettii meets up with the Revanite leader and makes a deal. // my comic relief sith inquisitor that turned out to be rather fun to play
“You’re the mysterious and all powerful Revanite leader?” Prettii asked, crossing her arms. She regarded the dark-skinned, red-tattooed human woman with suspicion. She looked amused but Prettii could tell that a shiver was running down her spine. Good. Tattoos should fear her after all the shit she had done for her followers.
“For the safety of the Order, it’s necessary to keep my appearance hidden until I’m sure that I can trust a new recruit,” Tattoos said. “You trust me? How sweet. Didn’t your master ever tell you not to trust strangers?” Prettii said laughing. Her interest peaked when the other woman laughed too.
“I consider myself a rather good judge of a person’s character.”
“How often has your wrong decisions blown to your face?”
“I wouldn’t still be standing here if I hadn’t chosen wisely in the past,” Tattoos said. Prettii focused her cybernetic eyes on her, trying to figure out what game the woman was playing. However, Prettii’s true talents lied in causing destruction through physical force, not mental. “I suppose so,” she said after a while, suspicion thick in her voice. Tattoos smiled.
“I know that a man named Sandor tasked you to find out who I am,” the woman said and Prettii snorted. If Tattoos knew that, she was pretty stupid to allow her to continue living. “I know what you’re thinking but sometimes an enemy can be turned into a potential ally.”
“Well this is getting interesting,” Prettii said and a slow grin started to creep on her twisted face. “What do I get for being your ally?” “Sometimes,” Tattoos started, taking a step towards Prettii. “The rewards come after. But, you would always have a place within our Order and –”
“I want you,” Prettii interrupted. She chuckled when the Revanite leader faltered for the first time during their conversation. “You want me?” “In exchange for not telling Sandor anything,” Prettii said. She watched intently the other woman’s every movement, wishing she could read her mind.
“Very well,” Tattoos said warily.
*_
“Fuck, Prettii!” Tari moaned, her back arching and nails digging harder to the other woman’s skull. The woman in question lifted her head and licked her lips with a smug smirk on her face.
Tari stared Prettii openly confused. She had felt hesitant when the woman had appeared in the camp, demanding to see the leader. However, Tari had allowed her to continue with the initiation as she had felt something through the force. Despite the cyborg’s sometimes rather cruel approach, she had surprised Tari positively.
And, now the woman had done it again. Made her shift her outlook on her completely. “That was rather amazing,” Tari said. Prettii turned to her, still licking her lips. Tari shuttered. “Did you think it would be different?” Prettii asked, her mouth turning into a frown. “You must admit that the way you look doesn’t give off the best of impressions,” Tari said carefully pointing towards her implants, and the clothes that lay disregarded on the ground.
“Really? I have found my looks to be quite effective,” Prettii said and chuckled. Tari also hummed in amusement, sure that there was a story or to behind that laughter. “It doesn’t matter whether people look at me with disgust, horror or curiosity, in the end they all end up under my heel,” Prettii continued, her eyes now locked on to Tari’s. Even though Tari wasn’t fazed by the woman’s attempt at intimidation, she played along.
“I’m sure they do, Prettii. I’m sure they do,” Tari murmured, and she could see the cyborg’s face turn to familiar smugness. Tari sighed in her mind. If she wanted Prettii to be useful in a long term, she needed to teach her a few things about subtlety.
