The Rebel Faction

Zerxes smirked.

"Because, my dear. You would make a rather good Sith and are very pleasing to the ye if you know what I mean."

Just for spite, he kissed her before shoving her back down in her seat. Smirking he walked a few steps away from her before looking back.

"You have no way of getting to them and they will not come for you. Either join me or live the rest of your life in solitude."

Good force,how he infuriated her! On top of that over-confidence, he had the gall to .........ARRRRRGGGG!

Wait, did he just say she was pleasing to the eye?

Raven straightened in her chair, a smirk growing upon her face. A chuckle escaped her lips.

She'd been called all varying degrees, when it came to her physical appearance, but to hear him describe her like that new. Of course, if he really meant what he said, it could be percieved by others a weakness.

"Perhaps you're right." she murmured, leaning back in her chair tiredly, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Figures. Grabbed again like a damned rag doll. This was getting rediculous.

So was the fact that she couldn't reach the force.

"You can't blame me for trying!" Raven told him, spitting at his face in frustration.

"What the hell am I supposed to do when the force is so, so unattainable! Do you think it's fun for me to have the virtual rug pulled out from underneathe me like this? Huh? I bet you love pulling that stunt on me!"

Raven squirmed, only to become even more annoyed at the fact that he had a very firm grip on her collar.

"Fine. Everybody hates me. Happy now?" Raven snorted, glaring down at him, crossing her arms in frustration.

All reason was shoved out her head, her entire body weight supported by nasty wound. She could feel that same weight working against her, slowly opening the wound further.

She had thought she had the worst when she was nearly killed by the vong a couple years back, but this entirely surpassed it.

Once again, she had enough, her eyes blazing at him. The pain was unbearable, and if it didn't end soon, she wouldn't live to see the next morning.

The whole galaxy hated her. Now knowing this, she snapped, kicking him visciously. Raven simply didn't care anymore. The sith can go to hell, for all she cared.

Restrictions of the Jedi Order. Raven knew them very well, and that was the reason she joined the shadow jedi in the first place.

All the Jedi wanted her to do was to contain how she felt, bottle it in. Quite frankly, she was sick of holding back, shoving her true feelings in a jar, and throwing them out the nearest airlock.

She thought being in the shadow order would be different, but it turned out to be more of the same. They all talk about ballance, but still you had to hold it all in.

To be offered freedom like that was irresistable.

"I still hate you." she told him, grinning as she sat still. Raven still felt the the pain that threatened to override her, but she ignored it. He was his call if he wanted her to continue sitting in the chair, bleeding all over the floor of his ship's lounge.