Open Dromund Kaas SOLEMN RAINFALL

[Krinn Nelthar]

On a rainy evening on Drumund Kaas

Shadows dwell where the light dares not suffer. The dark street is slick with the fallen rain, puddles that glisten in the surrounding lights. There are no stars in the evening skies, just the glow of the city, and the looming clouds that shrouded damp greenery in darkness. For most, the humidity in the thick air might prove uncomfortable. Krinn hardly minds it, though. The chilled sensation of water droplets splashing across his skin is almost enough to make him homesick, but the groan of a passing vehicle is quick to draw him back into the bitter present. The nautolan's face is creased with a frown as he continues, ducking beneath the neon symbols of a familiar sign that sets his dark eyes aglow. It seemed that he had finally reached his destination, a shady hole in the wall, no doubt. But there were friends here, and that was not something that Krinn would admit lightly.

He ducks into the bar without a word to the few, downtrodden patrons lurking inside, the sudden shift in brightness dazzling his gaze for but a moment before he blinks the blinding sensation away. There's a rumble from the back of the room, a laughter that rings with bold familiarity within the sith's ears. It's a rare moment that Krinn cracks a smile, but there, so thin and hardly noticeable, it slithers across his face like a snake. He steps up to the bar, and peers at the grizzled old human who seems all too eager to beam at him with a stained, toothy grin. It had been... too long. The nautolan lets out a comforted hum as he takes a seat upon one of the shining stools.

"Krinn! Where have you been? Nautolans aren't supposed to hibernate. Wait... they don't do that, right?" The bearded man offers the Sith a pointed look, amusement glittering within dark brown eyes. Krinn lets out a noise akin to a scoff.

"I do have jobs to do." He hadn't been sleeping. Certainly not hibernating. As much as the idea appealed to the aquatic man, he doubted that would go over well with his biology. But the empire's missions were not something that Krinn discussed with others, certainly not non sith. And that included his friend, Martin. The human merely smirks. He knew well enough that he'd get nothing from the champion, even if he wanted to pry. "You remember what I like." Krinn speaks it like a statement of fact, not an inquiry. Despite the months that had passed, Martin had known him since he was an acolyte, and he was far from forgetful. No, a man who owned a bar this side of town was bound to be far more intelligent than many would give credit to. After all, Martin was the one keeping up with all the juiciest of rumors.

"Of course I do." The heavy-set man lets out a snort, as if he's offended at the very thought. He's already moving to grab the beverage from the shelf, returning with a glass that shines with fresh polish. "You hear about that acolyte that was found with Jedi contraband?" Martin smiles thinly, like a venomous serpent, pouring the nautolan his drink with a probing expression. Krinn takes the glass within his clawed fingers, bringing it to his lips. The beverage is bitter and alcoholic, and it burns his throat as he swallows. The taste of fermented sea fruits is as evident as the drink's crimson coloration. A few more moments of silence, and Krinn speaks.

"I did." He finally answers, and there's a grim look upon his face as he peers into the liquid of his drink. He didn't question where the bartender had gotten the information. Krinn knew well enough that while Martin did not pry into his business with the Sith, Krinn did not pry into the human's mysterious contacts. Regardless, he couldn't imagine why an acolyte would have such nonsensical scribblings of the Jedi code mixed into his belongings. What did it achieve to carry such things? Other than trouble, of course.

"Wonder what will happen to him." Martin speaks again, because he knows well enough that his nautolan friend isn't one to ramble. No, Krinn was quite soft spoken for a sith. Actions mattered far more than words did. His eyes shift upward to peer at the bartender with a piercing shimmer, expression solemn as he idly swirls the glass in his hands. "I think I have a good guess, though." The human adds, meeting Krinn's gaze with a knowing reflection. Martin was right, though. That acolyte was probably dead, if he was lucky. Either way, it sent a clear message to the others. Even so much as thinking about betraying the empire was a sure fire way to end in one's demise. Why anyone would bother was beyond the nautolan. What did it achieve? The Sith Empire was doing well enough. Justice was harsh, but swift, and in most cases, laws were fair. This wasn't the Sith Empire of old. They weren't all a bunch of savages. At least the Sith had been willing to give him another life, after he had ruined his old one.

"Yes, well. Such is the way of things." Krinn comments with a small shrug of acceptance, raising his beverage to his lips once more for another drink. Martin left to attend other patrons, and the nautolan was alone with his thoughts once more.

[open to anyone that would be on Dromund Kaas for any reason. this thread is simply intended as my character's introduction to the world.]

 

[Renfry]

Sheehan had objected to Renfry's decision to go skulking in the night by herself, but ultimately Renfry was the Queen and she was the Empress. More than that, though, she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

With increasing frequency of late, she had found herself sneaking off to be a no one. To run in the jungles, skulk in the taverns, and generally escape from the responsibilities and war that had been following her for years now. She was sure there were plenty of people that would have told her to just leave the war behind, but to do that would mean leaving behind the Empire. And if she did that, then what? Raze didn't want the throne, and the new councilors were unprepared for that responsibility.

She pushed the thought aside as the rain poured down over the streets outside. She slipped into the bar and over toward the counter, hearing the chatter of the man at the bar with the Nautolan who she took to be a Sith.

She wore her amulet around her neck, her appearance altered so that no one would recognize her face immediately.

I'll have a Manaan swithberry, she said. Quiet a frilly drink of fruits and liquor, but she'd always had an absolutely horrible sweet tooth when it came to juices and fruits.

Acolytes with Jedi things? she said, butting into the remnant conversation without any regard.

And why do you think he had those things? Knowing your enemy? she asked.

@Nevermourn

 

[Krinn Nelthar]

It was rare that others butted into his conversations, most saw a man in dark robes and preferred to keep their distance. The lightsaber at his hip was a clear enough indicator of danger, and he felt little need to conceal the weapon on Dromund Kaas, of all places.

Dark eyes shift upward from his drink and toward the woman that he does not recognize, and he can't help but blink in silence for a few moments as he lets his gaze glide curiously across her features. Her question seeps into his mind as he considers his answer. He supposed it was possible, and really, Krinn hadn't been in Imperial Space during the apparent incident. He had only heard the rumors. His first assumption had been treachery, and he would assume that many others had figured the same.

"It seems foolish." The nautolan responds softly, taking another sip from his drink. Martin was cleaning a few of the glasses nearby, clearly having lost interest in the conversation. He always was more interested in attending to his patrons than chatting, but at least his gossip was good. "If I caught an acolyte with anything Jedi in nature, I'd assume they were fraternizing with the idea of treason." Krinn admits, and his voice rings with a dangerous displeasure. The Empire might have a habit of violence and warfare, but that didn't mean the Champion would tolerate betrayal. This was his home, after all.

"Perhaps I am too quick to judge." He considers quietly, but his quick thinking had worked out well enough for him so far. He trusted his instincts. Krinn's eyes stray toward the woman's drink, not something he had tried, but the fruity scent of it draws forth his curiosity.

"Manaan Swithberry." He echoes, more-so to himself than anyone else around him. He'd have to give that a try some time, and if it truely originated from Manaan, there was a good chance that his stomach would tolerate it.

@Phoenix

 

[Renfry]

Perhaps, she said as he commented on the acolyte's action. She had every confidence that the academy instructors with the assistance of the ISB would get to the bottom of things one way or another. She also knew that they may also just end up executing the acolyte because they could.

She took a sip of her drink and smacked her lips quietly together several times, enjoying the flavor as he repeated the name.

Yeah, it's quite a sweet little thing. Not nearly as... bitter as what you're drinking, she said, inclining her head toward his drink that she could tell was strong just by looking at it.

How many people do you think die within the Empire's borders every day? she asked. In her mind it was the logical step from thinking about an acolyte being executed to the scale of death in the galaxy, but to the bystander it was probably far more random in appearance.

Natural causes, murder, accidents, what have you, she said. She didn't know the answer. Millions probably. Maybe more with the number of planets within the borders.

And yet so few Sith in the galaxy. Or Jedi or anyone attuned to the Force for that matter, she said. She had no idea if this one was philosophical or not, but it was more often than not what she found interesting to discuss.

@Nevermourn

 

[Krinn Nelthar]

His vision snaps back toward the woman at her comment, and he hums quietly in acknowledgement. Krinn didn't have much of a sweet tooth himself, but the occasional treat was no issue, so long as it was enjoyed in moderation. Another sip of his bitter drink, and the stranger has launched herself into another strand of conversation. Krinn finds himself raising a hairless brow at her words. This was not really something he had ever thought much about. The nautolan can only shrug.

"Probably a lot." He manages to respond, and he hopes she hadn't been expecting a more calculative answer. Krinn isn't the type for studying random statistics, particularly the amount of deaths throughout Imperial Space each day. The losses on a single planet were a bit more manageable, particularly in war-time. But there was a difference between counting the losses of soldiers, and counting the losses of random civilians throughout the galaxy. "Life can be cruel. Death is just a natural part of that." The nautolan states with solemn vocals. Indeed, life was far from fair. He knew that first hand.

As for the number of force users... he's starting to wonder why he was caught within the grip of a suddenly philosophical conversation.

"You don't really need Sith or Jedi, in regards to the amount of people who die each day. I doubt the galaxy cares about how many force users are trotting about. It will take what it wants, regardless of who or what someone might be." Krinn taps a claw against the glass of his beverage, and the soft, ringing sound of the action resonates through the bar. It's merely a thoughtful gesture. "Unless you're powerful enough to cheat the whole galaxy, I suppose." He adds. The more powerful you were, the harder it was to kill you. But, well, he knew the saying. They all did.

The bigger you are, the harder you fall.

@Phoenix

 

[Renfry]

She laughed as he mentioned that it was "probably a lot." You're not wrong, she said. No, she didn't know the number, but it was definitely "a lot." And it didn't matter. Ultimately, that was the truth of it. People lived and everyone died eventually. Who cared if they died old and in agonizing pain from a disease or in a bombing? Did it ultimately make a difference?

It is. Go to any forest and jungle and you'll see that life cannot exist without death. Not enough resources. Not that I endorse the aimless genocide of our late Eternal, mind you, she said. She'd taken the Sith even further away from their murdering death-cult roots since the Eternal's demise.

You figure? she asked as he stated the galaxy didn't care. See, I disagree. I think the galaxy goes round because of the Force or the Shadow or the Energy or whatever you fancy to call it, she said. Many cultures over the years had described it and all in different terms. Each thought it had the corner on how it worked, but she'd discovered it wasn't so simple. She may have followed the way of the Nightsisters and seen things that were an aspect of the Shadow that few could imagine, but she'd also learned that there was more to it than just that.

And I think the Force picks those who it wants to communicate with and through. In fact, you could argue - right or wrong - that the only people that matter are the Force-users, she said. She'd heard that argument before and while she didn't think it was entirely correct, it did have some points to it.

Cheat the whole galaxy, she said quietly, thinking more to herself with the statement. And who better to be powerful enough to cheat the whole galaxy than a Force-user, no? she asked. She got the vague sense that he wasn't enjoying this, but he hadn't walked away yet and she was having entirely too much fun.

@Nevermourn

 

[Krinn Nelthar]

She certainly liked to talk, that much was clear. He supposed her views were interesting enough to listen to, however, and he found it curious that he hadn't the slightest idea of who this woman was. Her words were philosophical in nature, but possessed a suspicious amount of knowing. The nautolan offers a slight narrowing of his dark eyes, a gesture that was clearly studious in nature.

"You think the galaxy wouldn't exist without the force?" Krinn inquires, and he lets his vision flicker back toward his drink as he considers this. Was the force really so important that life itself could not continue without it? She seemed to think so. "I have heard that the force is sentient. That it has a will." The olive hued sith comments idly. He had never really heard the force speak to him though, or inform him in any way of what it's intentions might be.

"Answer me this, then. If the force chooses to communicate through force users, then why are we so at odds with one another? Why do the Jedi even exist? Should we not all share the same will of the force?" In that regard, one could argue the concept of free will, but if force users were truly vessels of a higher power, then how could such a thing even come into play for them, in particular? Perhaps it would be those who do not possess the force that would truly have free will. Or perhaps, such a thing did not exist at all. Who could say? Krinn was no philosopher.

She was right about one thing, though. There was only one group of people powerful enough to cheat the galaxy, and thus, death itself. It was a power that Krinn himself lusted after. His eyes return to her face.

"You seem to have quite a few strong opinions in regards to force sensitives." The Sith observes, and his vocals are dripping with blatant curiosity. "Who are you?" He can't help but be a bit suspicious. At the very least, this woman had to be a Sith. He found it hard to believe that a random patron would butt into the conversation with what was likely an obvious Sith himself, and then attempt to discuss the philosophy of the force as if it were just another Monday. Perhaps it was rude to ask so boldly, though. Introductions went both ways, after all.

"I'm Krinn." The nautolan adds, and his voice is not unfriendly. As antisocial as he might be, the occasional chat never hurt anyone, and couldn't deny how curious he was of this mysterious woman.

@Phoenix

 

[Renfry]

Should we? she asked in counter to his question. The jungle is filled with creatures that devour each other. Their wills conflict with one another and are constantly at odds, but they all make up one ecosystem. They all ultimately collaborate in their own way. Does that make them any less a part of a single system? Does everything in a system have to agree all the time? Does everyone in the Empire always agree on everything? she asked. The answer was, of course, no. And yet, the Empire pressed on as the most powerful war machine in the galaxy.

After a moment more she shrugged and took another sip of her drink.

But I suppose for every person in the galaxy, there's a different theory of how things are, she said.

He went on to point out how strong her opinions were and ask who she was before introducing himself.

What's really in a name? she asked, holding a philosophical tone for a moment and a serious face before the facade cracked. She laughed and smiled broadly. I'm sorry, I'm just being difficult now, she said.

I'm a Sith as well. And as you might have been able to tell, I rather enjoy the philosophical discussion of the Force. And I'm also interested in this acolyte that's been captured, she said, returning all the way back around to where things had first started.

I think I'll go see him. Are you interested in coming? she asked. She half-expected the answer to be "no" but that would be fine as well. If her brief dialogue was all there was, then so be it. All was as the Shadow willed.

@Nevermourn

 

[Krinn Nelthar]

He wasn't really one for all of this... philosophical thinking. Krinn preferred things that were either factual, or not. When he wanted to entertain himself, he did so through gaining knowledge on what was already known, not of what could be. The woman did have a point, though. Ecosystems were diverse, and he supposes there's no reason the entirety of the galaxy couldn't be the same. That didn't mean he agreed with her views, however.

By her logic, the Jedi were just as necessary to the ecosystem as the Sith, an endless cycle of hunter and hunted. It would be a lot simpler to just eradicate the Jedi from the galaxy entirely, and Krinn did not consider such an option lightly. He was also not one for senseless genocide, but an enemy was an enemy, and the Jedi were a dangerous one, at that. He finishes his drink in a gulp and sets the glass against the counter with a gentle clink, talons sliding over a smooth and polished surface. The bitter taste rolls across his tongue like fire before he swallows.

At least he sees the sudden crack in her façade as she drops the philosophy, admitting to what was already obvious to him. She was a Sith. A small, triumphant smirk slithers across his face before it fades. The idea of visiting the acolyte, however... that was not something he had really considered. Could they even do that? Perhaps she had a clearance that he lacked, or perhaps he just simply had never tried. Either way, it was bound to be an interesting affair, and perhaps it was a good opportunity to learn more about this fellow Sith. As for the acolyte, he didn't really care about them. Perhaps he was cold-hearted, but if they were a traitor, then why should he care for their fate?

"I've got nothing else to do right now." Krinn responds with a bit of a shrug. He's pushing himself off of the stool and testing the sturdiness of his own legs for a moment, finally turning to the woman with a satisfied expression. "So why not. Lead the way." The nautolan offers, and it would seem the alcohol had relaxed him a bit. His words are a bit more casual than they had been previously.

@Phoenix

 

[Renfry]

Renfry drained the remainder of her drink and set the glass down with a clink on the counter before hopping up to her feet once again.

Alrighty, she said, heading outside without a second look back. She headed outside, throwing her hood back up again as she exited into the rain. It was only a light drizzle now, but she could still see the flashes of lightning above her head. It was quite beautiful, particularly against the black of the night sky.

It wasn't a far walk to get to the ISB facility where the kid was being held. She made her way to one of the entrances and waved her hand over the locking mechanism. It was a lock that responded only to the Force, and it's "combination" wasn't one known to anyone. It granted her access, though. And with minimal discussion to anyone else.

She headed down the halls, throwing back her hood as she proceeded toward the cells. She stopped at a data terminal and started typing things in.

A copy of the Jedi Code. Some books on the Light Side of the Force... hmm, not really all that incriminating, she muttered to herself. She had learned and studied a great deal about all aspects of the Force. In fact, within reason she encouraged it in people.

She shrugged. Guess we'll see what he says, she said.

@Nevermourn

 

[Malenia]

In a not not so dark and not at all dingy looking cell, a figure sat curled up in the far corner, staying as far away from the entrance as possible. She had been asleep, lost in memories as pleasant as they were untrue. So when the sound of the two Sith approaching woke her up she felt anger and relief in equal parts. Anger at them for ending her dreams, relief that she did not have to face them anymore.

Out of curiosity she got to her feet and walked towards the cell door, and stared out curiously at the two new arrivals. She titled her head as the woman began typing into a terminal, and the words she heard piqued her interest. With them came another memory, this one newer, and more real.

"Hello my dears," she spoke up in a voice that seemed way too cheerful for the somewhat gaunt and deathly vibes she emanated in the Force if either sought to tap into the Force, "looking for the lost boy, are we?" Her head still tilted to the side, her crimson hair fell down one side, obscuring half of her face. Add in the general sense of unkeptness from weeks of entrapment within the cell and her attire, the overall image was not very inviting. So when she smiled at them, one meant to be genuinely friendly, it probably did not come across as such.

"He's useless you know," she said, still smiling that unsettling smile, "probably just a patsy. But I know more, I can help. Just get me out, won't you?"

@Phoenix @Nevermourn

 

[Krinn Nelthar]

He doesn't mind the rain, really. The sensation of water crawling across his exposed skin. The woman pulls her hood up, shielding flesh from chilling fluid, but the nautolan lets it fall upon his olive features with an audible sigh of delight. It was nothing like being submerged within the salted waters of his home-world, but it was something. It was pleasant in a way that made him sick, a bittersweet longing forming like an ache within his beating hearts. That was a thought for later, though. The oceans of his birthplace could wait a bit longer for his return.

He's not entirely so fond of the dazzling display of lightning, however. It blinds his eyes with every flash, but soon enough, he and his companion had reached their imposing destination. Krinn can feel the discomfort of those that were trapped within before he had even trudged through the door, droplets of rain water falling from slickened, olive skin to splatter cold floors. His fellow Sith had little issue opening the lock, which only serves to prompt a bit of confusion on his part. The usage of the force was clear enough, but what was also evident was that the woman had likely done this before.

Down the halls, he can hear the steps of his dark boots echo, before they finally halt before a data terminal near the cells. Krinn doesn't peer over her shoulder, because it seemed entirely rude, and he knows he wouldn't appreciate that in her shoes. He does hear what she has to say, however, even as he peers down the line of cells with curious eyes.

"Clearly incriminating to the ones who dragged him here." The nautolan is quick to point out, his vocals cold, like the chill in the facility air. Perhaps there was more to the story than the rumors had told? Krinn takes a few more steps down the hall, his dark vision glinting in the light that showers him. And that is when he notices movement, someone caged with ungroomed features and a smile that appeared almost friendly, despite the purpose of this facility. Krinn pauses, peering at her with a glistening suspicion.

"Why would we? You must be in there for a reason." The Champion points out darkly, and he's not entirely sure that he trusts that grin, or that offer of knowledge. She seems to know the acolyte, though. Perhaps she had been here when he had been brought in. Krinn can't deny his curiosity, but he's not about to let this one out of her cell. He's entirely certain breaking out unsettling prisoners would not be a tolerable offense to the Empire's higher command, but even if it was, Krinn doesn't trust this woman.

@Phoenix @Wit

 

[Renfry]

To those who brought him here, she repeated. And yet there was something very important to consider in all this. The problem is that a lot of people are idiots, she said with a chuckle. Not everyone, and maybe they were right about this one, but she had trust issues.

But I suppose we'll find out. Or rather ISB will, she said with a shrug. It was less than she believed he was innocent and more that she was a firm believer in tackling things from multiple perspectives.

Her attention was drawn to the woman who spoke up next. Another prisoner blindly throwing out an attempt to be freed. Renfry might have classified it as a distraction if it weren't for the fact that she had no real goal here. She was here to follow her curiosities, to gather new perspectives, and to learn. She'd left Dathomir because of a voracious craving for knowledge, and in recent years it had stagnated. She'd learned so many secrets of the Sith and now she needed to begin exploring other facets of the galaxy and the Shadow.

A blind comment thrown into the void in hopes of gaining favor, she asserted to her new Nautolan companion. She closed down the console and spun her chair around to face this new prisoner, leaning back comfortably in the chair and crossing her arms. She fidgeted slightly, moving back and forth on the swivel of the chair ever so slightly.

Sell us on why we should pay attention to you. What're you in here for anyway? she asked. She could have just looked it up in the computer, but that was less interesting.

@Nevermourn @Wit

 

[Malenia]

"Favor? Why," she replied with an intent look at Renfry, genuinely curious, "are you someone important? Someone worth currying favor with?" She leaned forward, her voice softening into a conspiratorial whisper as she finished. Pressing her face up against the cell's bars, she stared at the duo for a moment before extending a hand out of the cell towards them.

"Lucky for me that I do know something. Something I don't care about, but maybe something important to you?" She raised an eyebrow questioningly as she turned her palm upwards, and crimson energy started gathering there, before it began slipping through her fingers and dripping down to the floor. It coalesced into the shadowy figure of a woman, her face obscured beneath a deep hood. "She was here, not two days ago. Asked the boy some questions, got what she wanted and left. Whatever he had, she took it. She," Malenia stopped, turning to Renfry once more with her smile, "like you, seemed interesting. So I marked her, a simple spell, but very effective. As long as she is on the planet I can find her. Get me out, and I can take you to her."

She stared at the two with her smile, hopeful, innocent, yet somewhat hollow. And she waited, twirling her finger oh so slowly, and the figure started rotating to mirror the motion, like a marionette on display at a store.

@Phoenix @Nevermourn

 

[Krinn Nelthar]

The chuckled words are something the nautolan can agree with, at least. There were a great deal of idiots in the Empire, and that was coming from the thoughts of someone that was far from a genius. Krinn was quite average, at best. Or at least, that was what he believed about himself. Shredding opponents in closed ranged combat was something far more in line with his abilities. There was a certain allure to this sort of investigative work, however. Perhaps that was why he was still here. The red headed prisoner is interesting to him, as is his equally mysterious companion from the bar.

His fellow Sith is quick to respond to the prisoner, and Krinn finds that his dark eyes have returned to her ungroomed form, peering with a daring curiosity as she made her response. The whispered conspiracy is enough to remind the nautolan of his initial suspicion that his Sith companion might have more to her than meets the eye. He's not here to step on toes, though.

The extended hand is reacted to immediately. Krinn tenses, takes a hostile step forward as he curls his lip with what might have been akin to a hiss. It's a warning, and he only seems to grow more defensive when the sickly red light begins to creep around her fingers like oozing blood. What is birthed from magic is the frame of a woman that he does not recognize, but if she had been here, had interrogated the acolyte, then it was easy enough to assume that this was a Sith. Krinn's eyes narrow with suspicion as the scarlet figure begins it's unnatural spin. He's distrustful, and entirely on edge.

"Who are you?" The nautolan demands sharply of the prisoner. He won't respond to the offer. He doesn't trust her.

@Wit @Phoenix

 

[Renfry]

I'm outside the prison cell and with access to prison records, she pointed out. Both of which were not the case with the woman in the cell and therefore something that made her someone for the woman to try to manipulate.

She reached out her hand, and Renfry felt the ebb and flow of magick, but it wasn't pulled from Dathomir. It was pulled from closer... another planet. She didn't stand or move away from it as it formed into an illusion of a woman, though who, Renfry didn't know.

Krinn asked a question of the other woman, and Renfry didn't interrupt waiting for an answer. But after a moment more, she asked her own question.

And why are you in here? she asked. She turned away before getting an answer, pulling up security holos and the woman's criminal record on the terminal once again... but the holos were erased. There was no evidence of the woman. If it weren't for this, Renfry might have assumed the red woman was making it up, but evidently there was at least something going on here.

@Nevermourn @Wit

 

[Malenia]

Mal kept her attention on the spinning illusion for another moment or two, smiling to herself, before turning her attention to Krinn. "Me? I'm Malenia. Hi! Who are you?" She waited expectantly, but then Renfry's question drew her attention, and her smile grew sheepish. "I asked to be put in, not a lot of work for the creepy sorceress lady with a few screws loose." She raised a hand to twirl a finger near her forehead. "So, you know, free food, comfortable lodging. It was perfect!" She smiled, rather proud of herself, till her gaze lingered past her own grimy fingers, reminding her of her current state. "Well at least at first it was. Between you and me, it's rather boring in here, and they refused to let me out. So...I'm stuck. But," she flashed a wide grin, happy and proud, "it was an adventure!"

She looked from one Sith to the other, expectant, before she had another thought and piped up once more. "You know what is missing in here, a proper bath. What I would give someone to draw me a nice, hot bath. How anyone can survive without regular baths is beyond me. Take that woman who was in here, smelling like a swamp, horrible stench on her." She shook her head, her face showing a negative emotion for the first time as she voiced her disdain about the woman, unaware that she had given away more useful information about where the woman had come from, and might be.

"So," she asked once more, "let me out? I'm quite harmless you know."

@Phoenix @Nevermourn

 

[Krinn Nelthar]

She was certainly a weird one, and Krinn was hardly entirely sane himself. Malenia. It doesn't feel like a lie. The Nautolan notices that his companion from the bar had returned to the terminal, intent on discovering more information on this woman, no doubt. After all, Krinn hadn't come here to play games, and he doubted his fellow Sith had either. This entire interaction had distracted them from their original purpose, though perhaps it was the mysterious nature of the prisoner that had snagged his interest, and the fact that she seemed to know why they had come.

One, hairless brow raises as Malenia explains that she had asked to be imprisoned here. If that was true, then she had very poor taste in cells. Imperial prisons were far from comfortable. She'd have been better off submitting to the Jedi, at least she would have been allowed to bathe. Or so Krinn thinks. He had never actually been captured by the Jedi, and he certainly wasn't going to run out for personal experiences in that matter. He only knew what he had been told, really, and that was good enough for him.

"You have poor taste in lodging." The Nautolan points out his thoughts with a dry response. "And adventure." He adds for good measure, because what sort of adventure was sitting in a cage all day? That sounded delightfully boring. The mention of the former visitor smelling like a swamp is new information, though. Dromund Kaas had a great deal of swamp-land, but it wasn't exactly the type of wilderness that the average person liked to hike through. Indeed, that was weird. Krinn is quiet for a moment, thoughtful, but Malenia's voice eventually draws him back to the present again, and he peers at her with large, dark eyes.

"You're out of luck." The Champion deadpans. "I don't have the authority to release you."

@Phoenix @Wit

 

[Renfry]

Renfry was skeptical and turned to the woman's records. Sure enough, she... had just turned herself in on some weird charges that sounded less than true.

I can't disagree with him, she said as he mentioned she had poor taste in lodgings. She thought for a long moment, glancing back at the data terminal before clicking several more buttons.

The light on the door switched from red to green and Renfry signed out once again before turning back to the door.

Allow me to be abundantly clear, Malenia. If you double cross me or I find out you're lying, I will break everyone bone in your body without breaking a sweat, she said, walking over to the cell and looking inside.

So let me ask you this question once: can you take us to the other woman? she asked. Her tone was now ice cold and threatening, not the warm and laid back tone she had had this entire time. She knew what magick could do and if there was a chance that Melenia had put a blood trail on the other woman, it would clearly explain the source of her "knowledge."

@Nevermourn @Wit

 

[Malenia]

Malenia didn't argue, she had lived through much worse, so for a while this had been an exceedingly comfortable stay for her. But when she noticed Renfry working on the terminal, and the doors unlocking, she smiled widely and jumped back from the cell door. Almost jumping with joy, and though she heard Renfry's warning about breaking her bones she didn't react as if she seemed worried about it.

"Promises, promises." She would tease playfully as she stepped out of the cell and come face to face with the woman who had just freed her. "I believe you, you look like a woman of her word. Lucky for you, so am I!"

After looking her in the eye for a moment, as if about to say something serious for once, the moment would pass as she turned to Krinn and gestured with her hand. "Come," she said as she would try to walk past Renfry and make for the exit, "let us go find your mystery woman." She would lead the way out of the prison, and come to a stop outside, looking from side to side till she found what she was looking for. Seemingly finding what she would looking for, she nodded to herself and turned around to give both Sith a questioning glance. "I never did get your names." Waiting on introductions, she continued moving towards an open parking spot where a speeder-cab had just pulled out from, she dropped to her knees and began drawing symbols on the road, using her own spit to highlight a rough circular shape with odd marks within. Once she was done she raised her palms before her, and for the first time since the two had met her the smile truly left her face. As crimson energy started gathering in her palms, and after a few moments she slammed her hand down, and the energy surged out of her and into the crude symbol on the ground. The symbol warped her handiwork, any imperfections vanishing as it snapped into shape. The energy danced that for a second before it shot out into the air, and into the distance, in the general direction of the Malignant Bog.

She looked up with a proud smile on her lips, her attention on Renfry. "That way!"

@Phoenix @Nevermourn