Thread: Star Wars:  Honey Trap (TheCorsair and Lady Vi)

Master Nerrin has been visiting for years, but over the last year he's only wanted to experiment with merakuya honey. Years? Quentin echoed, disbelieving. But... merakuya honey? He had a passing familiarity with the most popular illegal drugs in the Republic - names, rough effects, and the link. That didn't sound familiar, though. What's that? It's expensive and very rare, so he had me procure it for him. It wasn't a complete answer. He could sense that. But, her words were truthful as far as they went. Drawing a deep breath, he tried to clear his mind and allow the Force to flow through him. With the margin of control he'd already achieved, it came more easily. Why? he asked, not certain he wanted to know the answer. Lady Ahkaa didn't directly provide one. He thought that it effected jedi more strongly than anyone else, and right now I agree. That spoonful I gave you shouldn't have been stronger than a few cocktails. He shook his head, feeling the effects of the drug beginning to subside as his body - enhanced through the Force - began to metabolize it. Turning, he tried to give her a hard stare, although the effect was muted by her beauty and by the drug, and by his memory of the deep, slow lust that had flowed from her mind. Why... why did he expect that... He shook his head. No, that's the wrong question. What effect did he think it would have, on a Jedi? Again, lost in her desire to placate him - he could sense that in her thoughts as well - she continued along her own way of explaining what had happened. He said two weeks ago that he had found an apprentice to help. A young jedi knight. He was sending them to me, to test some stupid theory. I... Don't get many jedi clients. When you came, claiming to know him... I thought that you were the one. There are no coincidences, he murmured, quoting one of Master Valis' favorite axioms. What effect did he expect to see? What was his theory? She didn't answer. Instead, she rose and cautiously closed the distance between them. He could taste the fear in her mind, fear of what he might do and fear of what could happen, and feel the shape of her plans to minimize the results. How was he doing this? Any Jedi could sense emotions, but... he'd never been able to achieve this level of detail before. Her hand was gentle as it touched his arm. The drug was beginning to leave his system, clearly, because he didn't immediately feel his control turn to jelly at her mere proximity. Sit down again, please. I wouldn't want you to fall. Would you like some water? The effects can last for an hour or more sometimes, but I don't think it will be so bad. Nodding agreement, he allowed himself to be led back to the chair. Her fear eased, slightly, as he did. And then it hit him. Water would be good, he said, carefully taking a seat. And... this honey of yours. It, that is, somehow it strengthens your connection to the Force. It was a statement, not a question. She smiled weakly. I suppose if you are not Knight Sunfell, I don't know your name. What should I call you? Quentin, he said. Quentin Hall. Formally 'Sir' Quentin Hall, but... He peered up at her. Sunfell? YOu were expecting a Jedi named Sunfell?