Yva had been speechless throughout the entire ordeal. As the Sith Lord had been led in, she had had only one thing on her mind: she'd totally called it. It seemed that, indeed, they had a Sith to execute, and not just any Sith, but the Dark Lord of the Sith herself. Yva was aware that Lanna...
"Already? Can't a girl get some sleep around here? This is payback for not being here sooner, isn't it?" Yvannia considered herself lucky to not have ended up in the same situation many of the Jedi returning from the surface had been. She hadn't taken part in the fighting, and had only just...
Yvannia surveyed the scene. After a long day helping her master set up this party, she could finally take part in its revelries. And quite early, too. Adorned in her finest attire, she'd be lying if she didn't want to make an impression. The foods emitted a fine aroma, the decorations were...
As Yva neared the planet, she wasn't quite sure what to expect. She hadn't been out on a solo mission before, yet her master was currently predisposed, and so here she was. The planet loomed ahead, and she double- and triple-checked her coordinates, eager to avoid a solitary hike over this...
"While you're at it, I need additional resources to clean my scarf and robes," Yva jests with a wide grin, taking the cloak off and handing it back to Maksem even as they hurry through the city. She listened to him as he explained the situation, and nodded her head understandingly. She...
"The people here aren't particularly fond of them, it'd seem. And I've gotta admit, they've got a bit of a point. They seem to be suffering greatly under the Drayans' boot, and rebel sentiment does not seem entirely lost on them. Besides, the alcohol here's atrocious!"
"So, how were things on...
"I'd be lying if I said getting a drink wasn't a consideration with the choice. I learn from the best drunkard in the galaxy, after all!" Yva grinned and covered up with the cloak, being sure to keep her lightsaber hidden. She'd found the statement a bit odd, but she knew Mak had the best of...
Yva listened thoughtfully as Maksem spoke, taking in his every word. Her question had been a test, of sorts. A gauge of what kind of master he would be. No one had ever given her a solid answer on the subject, and no one really seemed to know what they were talking about on the subject. She...