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[Cairo Kisufi]

Cairo nodded along as Malou responded. She was wise to avoid discussing her thoughts on the Empire in public. His curiosity had consumed him. It was a lapse in judgement. He, admittedly, didn't listen to a lot of rock music. He was more familiar with the stylish, rhythmic guitar that Altair played. He could get into some funkier kinds of rock, too; when deep, booming guitar met soulful crooning. "That's cool! That's not really what I listen to, but I'm open to anything." What did he listen to?

"You wanna check it out?" He pulled out his data phone, with wired earphones wrapped around its audio port. He offered her one earphone, and he leaned across the table with his matching earphone so that they could easily share the music. A soft chord began to play. "I, uh, produce shit like this sometimes. I can't guitar, but do like the backing and the snares?" He tapped along on the table as the song continued. "I mean, not this one, this is dope. My shit's cool too, but just not at that level." He paused the music, suddenly embarrassed at his own taste.

He smiled, awkwardly, rubbing his hand behind his neck as he sipped his Spacely Temple. He was usually a lot better at conversation. He wanted to channel that same, carefree energy he had earlier in the day. Now it felt like he couldn't say anything. "I really don't want to pry, so let me know if this is rude, but...can I ask, how do you see?" He imagined it was through the Force, but he couldn't really conceptualize it. "Do you, like, see the Force?"

"And, uh, what do you like to do? What's a day in the life of Mal- Melody?"

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[Malou D'Amaris]

He thought it was cool? She smiled at that, though she was a bit disappointed they didn't share a favorite genre. It didn't bother her immensely though. Many of her cousins turned up their noses at her music whenever she'd tried to play it for them, so she was glad he was open to it.

"Yeah!" She accepted the earphone and pressed the bud against the silk that covered both her eyes and ears. Though there was a layer of fabric between her ear and the earbud, she could still hear the strumming of the music's guitar, the ambient melody, and the soft sounds of rain playing on loop in the background. It was guitar, which was more than happy to hear. There was something about the way electric guitar sounded that was just a delight to her brain.

"You produce? Like, make music?" Her head had been tilted down toward the table so her ear wasn't tugging on the cord, but when he suddenly paused the music, she turned her head to face him as she released the earbud from her hand. It was then that she noticed how close his face was to hers. He pulled away to take a sip of his drink, leaving Malou warm in the face. She quickly grabbed her own drink and took a sip. Did it get warmer in here? She prepared to ask him more about the music he produced when he asked how she could see.

Well, this is a first. Somehow, someway, no one had ever asked her how exactly her vision worked. People either assumed, didn't care, or didn't want to ask. Man, everyone probably assumes I don't have eyes either. That weirded her out a bit, to imagine herself without actual physical eyes. She was alright with people thinking that though; if she ever wanted to disguise herself, all she would have to do is pull off her blindfold.

"Okay, so-" How did she explain this well? "The Miralukan way of seeing is a little different than the Force Sight you might learn on your own." From what she'd gathered, it was a lot less detailed than the things she saw. The Miralukan figured that if you didn't need the Force to see, you didn't need to see an abundance of details. "Wherever the Force touches I can see, and if it doesn't, I can see like-" Memories of that cave returned to her, and she shuddered. "I can see that it's missing. Animate objects look different than inanimate objects. I don't really know how to explain that, but things that aren't alive are almost transparent.

"I uh- I can't see through bags, or clothes, or anything though! Maybe like, a cape, but if it's too close to an animate object its took dense with the Force for me to see through it." What else? Malou's lips pursed as she pondered on what else to say. "Um, I also can't see flat textures. So I can see sculptures and holograms, but not digital screens or paintings. I also can't see color." That was the part that sucked, not being able to see color. She was lucky enough, being half Miralukan, that she knew what color looked like. "I also don't see from my face. It's hard to explain, but I can see everything around me at once. I can still like, focus in on stuff though."

Unable to find the words to properly explain herself, Malou placed a hand on her temples for a moment. "It's hard to properly describe, my apologies." She had also become incredibly aware that she'd just spoken a lot at once, and her nerves were getting the best of her. Was that too much talking? Did he actually care? She certainly hoped he cared. He might think it was sad that she couldn't see things like color. It meant she couldn't look at paintings, see patterns on clothing, etc. Even though she could see with her actual eyes, her vision was so poor she probably wasn't legally allowed to pilot ships in some sectors. So she had a favorite color, but she'd never seen the pastel hues of clouds in a sunset sky, or the way snow glitters, or the colorful displays of advertisements in big cities.

Then he asked what she—Melody—liked to do. So many questions. She felt like she was getting flustered with all the work of talking being placed upon her. Did she ever even talk this much with Ashla or Senin? The girl was sure not.

"Well, uh," Malou started, but before she could finish the waiter reappeared to collect their order. The Champion paused to order the fondue for the both of them; it was the very reason they'd come. Once the waiter disappeared back off to the kitchen, she took a moment to collect her thoughts before she continued again. "I- I dunno, I'm kind of boring. I like history and reading and stuff. Traveling." She dared not to mention her old meme page to Cairo. "I used to play the piano when I was younger." Maybe he'd like that since he seemed really into music? She was sure her playing was not so good now though.

"What about you? You make music, right? What else do you do for fun?"

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[Cairo Kisufi]

Cairo listened intently as she described her sight. It was a curious thing, but the way she explained it made sense. Sculptures. That was interesting. "You see more textures than colors and lines and stuff?" They could go to a constructed art or an archaeological museum. Those types of spots always had status, right? And she can't see through flat textures. "So, you can't see through my clothes and see me naked?" It was an honest question. He was curious. Maybe, through the Force, everything was rendered...naked. He supposed not, though, if she couldn't see through fabrics. He didn't realize this would be an embarrassing question to ask. "Or, can you see me? What do I look like to you?" She looked like a vision to him. Glowing, even as the sun disappeared into the horizon. Heat rose to his cheeks once more, as he glanced her across the table.

"You like to read? Can you read in braille, or do you listen to audiobooks?" He imagined that she could probably see the braille, rather than having to run her fingers over it, but he was curious to know. And then, she passed it back to him. What did he like? Did he have time for fun anymore? "I like little projects, you know?" He didn't know a better way to describe it.

"Music Production was one, but it didn't keep me for too long. I learned a couple of tricks with like software. I played the drums, too. Hand drums. And snare drums. Any kind, really." He had once taken jizz-box lessons, but he declined to mention those. "I'm kind of an entrepreneur, you know? I like to test new ideas a lot. Like, I've been trying to start up this merch line and herb accessory brand." Mostly, he smoked herbs and spray-painted some t-shirts with designs he cooked up. "But, uh..." He didn't know much history, having been raised on the road.

He started to take an acute interest in the subject at the academy, though. He imagined spelunking ancient Sith tombs, taking their resources for himself. Much more interesting than the fantasy of plunder, though, was the thoughts of these Sith themselves. Thinking about how to rule, the nature of the Force, living society, galactic politics. Sith could be...anything. Anything they wanted to be. And while some took this as a warrant for wanton violence and bloodshed, Cairo knew that there was a deeper truth, a deeper intellectual and spiritual connection to the Sith Code's call for passion and freedom. He just had not found the lanuage for it yet.

"What sort of history stuff are you into? Do you know a lot about Sith history?" He caught himself, noticing his barrage of questions starting to fluster the young woman. "Sorry, you're just...really interesting." He cleared his throat. "But I love to travel, too. It's actually one of my favorite things about this whole thing." He sent a pulse through the Force to her, a brief psychic connection, so that she would understand what he was talking about. He might as well make an effort to conceal the fact that the pair are actual Sith. 'This whole thing,' the academy, 'Queen' Charlotte, being a Sith in general. "I get to go all over the galaxy, see and experience things that no one else can. It's amazing." He thought to his travels since joining the Empire. Hapes, Jakku, Dromuund Kaas, and deep within each of those worlds, too. It was like learning a whole new society each time. Interacting with the locals was always a highlight, he loved to immerse himself in the various civilizations that the galaxy had produced. The Force gave him even greater appreciation for travel. He could sense the moods of others, connect with them easily and naturally.

"Like, right now. We're about to try some dope fondue!" He summoned the waiter back. "Can we have a pot of the fondue, with some filet mignon, pears, bread, and...?" He gestured over to Malou, curious what she would want to dip in hot, melted cheese. "Oh, and..." He motioned for the waiter to lean in, while he whispered something to him. The waiter chuckled, lightly, and nodded in response to whatever Cairo had said. Cairo, in return, winked at Malou as a smile took hold of his face. "It's gonna be a surprise. Hope you like it!"

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[Malou D'Amaris]

"Yeah, and n-, no. Thankfully, I don't have to deal with that." The Champion briefly thought about what it would be like to see people naked all the time. She supposed she would just be used to it then, but it would certainly be embarrassing to some degree.

What did he look like to her? The Miralukan looked at him through her Sight and studied his features. She'd never seen him in color, so she couldn't speak to that. "Yeah, I can see you. I can see the shape of your face, the texture in your hair..." Malou reached out as if she were going to touch his face, but pulled back her hand after she realized what she was doing. She cleared her throat, then clarified: "So you look like you, to me. Just...simplified, I guess." Did he have freckles, old scars, or tattoos? She wouldn't know.

Not wanting to go into an entire explanation of her family, her past, and why she actually did have eyes and could just read of her own volition, Malou simply nodded to his next question. She was much more interested in hearing about him than talking about herself, after all. The music production thing sounded cool, but she thought it was neat that he considered himself an entrepreneur. Her family dealt with intra- and interplanetary trade, so she knew a little on the subject. Emphasis on little though because her father had neglected to teach her much about it in favor of her older brother, Jerôme.

He apologized for asking her too many questions, but the subject of history was something Malou would've been happy to chat about. He continued without giving her the chance to answer though, so she chose not to. He thinks I'm interesting? That was a lovely thing to hear, at least.

When the pulse came, she gladly accepted what came with it. Travel, and the Force, were an undeniable privilege. She mused over the concepts while he ordered, only snapping back to reality when he mentioned something about a surprise. A surprise? Malou gave him a smile for it, then began to idly sip at her drink again. Her Sight extended out to the ocean, watching the texture of the waves crash against the sky. Out on the water, she could see a boat carrying what seemed to be thirty-some party goers. They looked around Malou and Cairo's age.

"Do you see that boat out there?" Malou asked with her head still facing Cairo. "The occupants look around our age. I wonder if they're from the academy?"

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[Cairo Kisufi]

"All the same, without color?" Hmm. He looked to his own skin - a golden brown texture, that gleamed and glistened in the sun. His naturally black hair, dyed blond. A fun play with color. His teal eyes, that lit up when he was happy and when he was sad. He had always been happy with the way he looked. What would he be, without life in color?

Her perspective on herself was likely different than his on himself, but he hoped to share his own perspective, nonetheless. "For what it's worth, you look really beautiful." He hadn't intended to just say it outright. "Like, all your colors and stuff. It all works well." Smooth.

Cairo tried to peer out into the ocean to distract himself from himself. He could barely see a speck out on the ocean, but her mention of a party boat was enough to pique his interest. "I have no clue." He paused. "We could try to check it out after the food, real quick? Maybe it's a sick party boat or something."

His speculation on the boat was interrupted by the sound of the waiter opening the silver platter for their food. Steak, pears, bread, and...was that spider legs? "This is what you eat on Serenno, yeah?" He had heard it once, or read it once, or something. Serennian Spider Legs. A rare and delicious dish. Today would be his first chance to try it.

He wrestled with the spider-meat, struggling to get the juicy bits out from the hardened exoskeleton of the Serennian Farm Spider. Eventually, he got it out, and speared it with a toothpick large enough to dip into the steaming cheese. Tasting it, it was...rich. A little tough, sure, but once you got past the muscle and errant hairs, it had a fattiness that seemed to perfectly complement the cheese, with a nice chewy, crunchy, and melty texture. It was a delight.

He pushed the tray of food across the table to Malou.

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[Malou D'Amaris]

Malou nodded. Though she could not see him in color, she wished she could. The champion wanted to pull down her blindfold and stare at his would-be blurry face and take in his appearance with her own two eyes. She imagined he had a warm tone to his skin, so that when he laughed or smiled it would brighten even more. Alas, she would not. There was security in the fabric that wrapped around her face, so there it would remain.

Instead, she thanked him quietly for his compliment, then watched him struggle with the Serennian Spider Legs. After he finally got it out and got a taste, she reached out to pluck a leg of her own from the platter. She waited until his eyes were on her, then crushed the exoskeleton between her thumb and the side of her index finger. Now that the seams of the leg were weakened she was able to peel the outer layer off to reveal the rich meat inside.

"Yes, sometimes," she finally answered as she dipped her own skewered piece into the fondue. "It's popular during the summer months, usually." Malou popped the meat into her mouth and began to chew. It wasn't as good as the spider she'd had back home, but the flavor with the fondue was awesome. "Some people are a bit wary to eat spiders, but I don't see much of a difference between them and crabs." More than anything, it was a cultural thing. Serenno happened to have spiders with large enough legs that were easy enough to breed and could be cooked into a delicious meal, so they ate spider legs.

Malou would continue to pluck pieces off the platter and dip them into the fondue over the course of their meal. She was less talkative than she had been, though it was not for any negative reason. Between eating and all the questions she'd already answered, she was a bit burnt out. So, if he wanted, Malou would let Cairo talk and she would listen quietly. She liked the way his voice sounded, anyway.

In addition to listening to Cairo, Malou kept looking out to the boat on the water. The more she studied what was going on, the less and less it seemed to be a party. More of a club meeting, maybe? Though there seemed to be general chatter, there was one person who seemed to be doing most of the talking. He was about Cairo's height but had two long lekkus extending down his back—a Twi'lek. Eventually, she got fed up with the passion in which he threw his hands about as she spoke, so she returned back to putting her full attention on the acolyte sitting in front of her.

Skewering a piece of steak onto her pick, Malou would ask: "How do you usually have your steak?" She preferred hers rare, but unfortunately, her colorless vision often meant she couldn't tell how a piece was cooked until she took a bite.

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[Cairo Kisufi]

"I don't usually have steak. I'm usually more of a smoothie and fish guy." Eat clean to live long! That's the way it was meant to be. Cairo pieced together, then, what Malou had meant by the academy. "Oh shit, you meant this academy? The Denon School of Rich Partykids or wherever the fuck? Fuck, yeah, that's sounds shady as hell." He said, in between sucking a spider leg out of its shell. "Wait, what are they saying?"

If they seized this moment, made good use of their momentum, they could solve their mission and be back in time for dessert. What a day that would be! Cairo approached the window of their cliffside restaurant, looking down to the harsh waters where the boat sat. It gave him idea. "Follow me!" Without confirmation that this was ever the kids they needed to follow, Cairo leapt out of the window to the ocean far below them. He had done such dives before, under worse conditions, and succeeded with flying colors. Jumping out of a window into the ocean just felt like perfect sense.

As he fell, he wondered if it was safe or ethical to have a restaurant with a window you could just jump out of like that. Then, he crashed into the waves below, hopefully to shortly be joined by Malou. He began to swim towards the boat, clearing his throat to yell at it. "HELP! HELP! I'M STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN!"

Now, that was technically correct. It would suck if he drowned out here.

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[Malou D'Amaris]

"Cairo? Cai—!" Before she could stop him, he was diving out the open windows of the fondue place. She stood up after him, dashed over to the window, and watched as the water from his splash settled back down into the ocean. Through her Sight, she could still spot him in the dark waves.

"Damnit..." The Miralukan pulled off her boots, took a step back, then took a running start for the window. She leapt forward, arms braced above her head, and called on the Force to manipulate the water under her as she approached. It shot up to catch it, catapulting her underwater and right up next to Cairo.

"Oh my god this water's cold!" She bobbed around for a moment to make sure her blindfold was secured, then leaned forward and began to swim after him. Swimming wasn't something she did regularly, but she was enough in shape that the drag from her wet, wool sweater was mitigated for the moment. "HELP!" she called out, trying to imitate the panic in Cairo's voice.

It wasn't long before someone on the boat noticed the two of them struggling in the water. One guy began to wave frantically at them, while another ran off waving his hands. People began crowding around the side, chattering among themselves as a life ring was tossed out for the two of them to grab. Malou reached it just after Cairo. Her hand gripped his arm while her other hooked around the float, and she said, "Please tell me you have a plan?"

"YOU TWO OKAY?" They were pulled up to the boat and a dozen hands reached out to help hoist them up and out of the water. Malou kept her hand on Cairo's shoulder, quietly reminding herself of her cover. Melody. We're cousins. Student. She removed her hand and grabbed a dangling wrist. Within seconds, both she and Cairo were safe on dryish not-land.

"Whoa, what happened to y'all?"

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[Cairo Kisufi]

Cairo smirked at her question. A plan? Cairo never had a plan. He followed one impulse to the next, hoping to generate enough momentum that he would become too big to fail. That was what this plan was - an absolute, insane, leap of faith into the abyss below. It was freeing. As Cairo and dipped into the ocean below, he saw Malou tumble right after him. He hooked his arm around hers, suppressing his growing smile. He loved when a stupid action had a positive payout.

"COUGH COUGH," Cairo exclaimed, "THANK THE FORCE YOU FOUND US!" He dramatically feigned dizziness, putting Malou's hand to his forehead. "Melody, do I feel cold? I think I'm losing conscious....." He closed his eyes and threw his head back, as they were reeled in.

"Holy shit, did he pass out? Someone give him CPR!"

The group of teens looked at one another nervously. None of them really knew how to do that kind of shit, right? They had just snuck out to the boat to party - and who was this weird dude anyways? Cairo could practically hear their unguarded thoughts; one didn't need expertise to know when vibes were off.

But really? It seemed kind of shallow. None of them were even going to try to help out poor ol' Cairo. He coughed, dejectedly, and rolled to his side. "I'll be fine, I guess." He touched an arm to his chest. "I'm..." What the fuck was his assigned name again? Cadre? Chameleon? "Cameron Vesperian." He flashed a grin.

"This is my cousin Melody. It was, uh...rip tide. You know?"

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[Malou D'Amaris]

Malou had to try really hard not to laugh at Cairo's theatrical performance, and she was usually pretty good at maintaining her poker face. She really thought it was cute, even if that thought was followed by her worrying about whether everyone was going to buy it or not.

"Oh damn. A riptide? Y'all must be fucking tired. Fall in off a rock or something?" The guy that had been addressing them thus far stepped forward, but not before yelling back, "AYO! SOMEONE GET THEM SOME TOWELS!" A group of teens scurried off, presumably racing each other to the task.

Malou watched them run off, turning her attention back to the guy as he extended a hand to help her up off the deck. She took his hand, got pulled up, then realized what she was wearing very inappropriate clothing for their story. He looked her up and down but didn't say anything about it, so she figured they were in the clear.

"So Melody? And Cameron, huh?" He looked in between them, then handed them both a towel as he received it from someone else. Malou pulled hers around the back of her shoulders and pulled it tight, hoping her water-logged sweater would soak into it and just be a damp sweater in a bit.

"Mhm," she vocalized, giving him an awkward smile. Malou kind of wanted to witness more of Cairo's theatrics, so she was going the shy route. Considering she was already pretty quiet, it wouldn't be too hard. "We're uh, transfer students. We were just exploring around... and I fell in, so Cameron jumped in after me."

"Clumsy, huh?" He laughed, and Malou couldn't tell if it was at her or sympathetic. "What school y'all at though?"

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[Cairo Kisufi]

Cairo spit up some seawater onto the deck for effect. "Yeah. Clumsy. We almost DROWNED, bro!" He raised his voice, hoping to be just off-putting enough that people would think about asking them too many questions. Cairo could be as annoying as he needed to be. "We're at the, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He trailed off, snapping his fingers to remember the academy they said they were at. Denon City School? The Denon Learning Academy of Wonders? "Denon Charter Academy. We start next week."

"Noooooooo shit! That's where we are. Class 1585!" The many students aboard the boat raised their drinks to cheer to that. Cairo looked back at Malou, disappointed as she shrunk back. Was she gonna leave him all alone to balance this stupid act. He touched his hand to Malou's, pulling her up as he stood. A smile rose to his face. He knew how to get her in character. He took a towel, when tossed to him, and passed it to Malou. The water was so cold, he was frigid. He huddled close to her, wrapped in his towel, while he thought of an appropriate entrance for the both of them.

"My cousin Melody can drink a whole beer while doing a handstand!" He hopped back and pointed at her, as a waves of "Ohhhhhs" went through the crowd.

"Yooooo is that true, Melody? Someone pass her a beer!" From the tiny boat, someone hurled an ice cold beer towards her. Cairo smiled. She had wanted to see his antics.

"Go ahead, cuz."

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[Malou D'Amaris]

If Malou could, she would be giving Cairo a look right then. "Drink a beer while doing a handstand? Are you crazy?" she wanted to tell him, but her face didn't betray her surprise. Instead, the blindfolded girl just raised a hand to scratch the back of her head, attempting to appear unsure of herself.

"Well, I only did it once—oof!" The beer hurled toward her hit her chest, though she was able to catch it in her hands before it fell to the ground. "She's blind you idiot!" someone yelled to the thrower, and a wave of laughter rippled through the crowd. Malou sighed, shrugged the towel off her shoulders, then knelt down on the ground. She braced her arms, tensed her core, and flipped over and pushed herself up into the air. A few seconds passed as she steadied herself, then she shifted her weight precariously to the side and grabbed the bottle of beer.

She really didn't want to drink it because it smelled foul, but everyone was looking at her and they were already hyped that she was able to do a handstand as easily as she had. Carefully she lifted the bottle to her lips, then began to drink. It tasted like ass to her wine-loving self, but the cheers from the crowd egged her on.

"Ay she's really doing it!" The voice was too close to her ear and it startled her, causing her to choke on the last bit of beer. She collapsed backward onto her knees and held up the empty bottle while she coughed into her other arm. The boat cheered, and once she got her coughing under control, she stood back up.

"You're a menace, cuz," she muttered with a half-smile, a hint of amusement in her tone. Her elbow bumped into his side as she said this, and her half-smile grew into a full one. She pulled the towel back around her just as the guy spoke up again. "So, where y'all from?"

"We've transferred from Taris," she answered. "So what is this? A party or something?"

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[Cairo Kisufi]

They all whooped and hollered at the mention of the word party. As the pair became more accustomed to their surroundings, booming music from a DJ's turntable and popped bottles indicated this was, indeed, a party. Cairo watched, impressed by her strength. She was so...ripped. He helped her to her feet, elbowing her with a smile. "Good work out there, cuz."

"Hell yes, it's a party! Celebrating the TENTH YEAR of the Denon Charter Students' Resistance League!" Was this them? The group they were meant to be tracking this entire time? Had they actually started their mission ahead of schedule? Cairo raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, dope! What is that?" He smiled sheepishly. "And can I get a drink? Rum and jogan fruit?" The seeming leader, a tall, broad Aqualish, pointed Cairo towards the bar - below deck. Dance music continued to blare as Cairo went in that direction, deciding that having a good time at a party was exactly what his mission was today.

The Aqualish turned to Malou. "I'm Srrrrr'keht. President of the DCSRL." His mandibles clattered, an aqualish approximation of a smile. "What's up with y'all? Why...are you here?" It wasn't laced with paranoia, but with curiosity. These two had made quite an impact by arriving here. And Srrrrrr'keht liked to keep himself appraised of all the comings and goings from the school. Helped to weed out lame-ass cops or Imperial infiltrators.

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[Malou D'Amaris]

Malou gave Cairo a small smile, then turned her attention to the group as they answered her question. Resistance league? So this boat was the group they were trying to get into, huh? What a stroke of luck.

Cairo went off to get a drink, which just conveniently left her with the Aqualish to answer any question the man had. "Melody," she returned with a smile, going back to her semi-shy demeanor. His first question was as to why the two of them were on Denon, which meant she would have to come up with an excuse on the spot.

"We transferred here from when the Sith took over," she muttered as if it were a serious topic. "Cam and I's parents aren't exactly...fans of the Sith. We're hoping Denon is liberated, and we'll be able to escape the Sith that way." She began to chew on her lip, mimicking the mannerisms of someone wracked with worry. "My dad stayed though, so we didn't raise any eyebrows. I'm real worried about him."

Malou shook her head, then smiled sheepishly. "I- I'm sorry, didn't mean to dump that on you. I wish I wasn't soaking wet, but I am glad this is the boat we stumbled onto. Anything to get the Sith of Denon so our family can be safe is good news to us."

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