Ziost - Crown of the Sith Empire

A private gallery behind one-sided transparisteel oversaw the restaurant proper, and its wildlife-hugged floors. This is where Lord Bellious was waiting for her guest to be led.

The similarly crimson-skinned young woman was soon led in, smiling subtly and nodding to her host. "Good evening, Lord Bellious."

"It seems I am receiving you in good mood, Raela." Moyr inclined her head for a greeting, approaching the other Sith with a wineglass. "Any particular reason?"

She nodded. "Got some things done, had some productive conversations. It's been a reasonably good day so far," she replied with a nod. "What can I do for you this evening?"

"Ah, so we're not doing details." Moyr leaned back. "I suppose we can get straight to the point of my curiosity. Have you suffered any lasting health effects because of the Emperor's tests?" She waved her hand. "I am not asking to seek an undue advantage. I am concerned of myself in this regard."

"Maybe once we get to know one another a little better," she replied with a shrug. When asked about the Emperor's tests, she looked to the side and frowned. "Burning in the lungs. Head ringing. Nothing I couldn't fix. Have you suffered lasting damage? I can examine you if you'd like."

"I suppose we could do that, as a way toward this know-better approach. I have suffered migraines ever since. Twi'lek physiology doesn't hold much secrets before you, does it?" Moyr chuckled. "Does such examination presuppose a state of undress?"

[Crit: Stunned - Easy]

Raela opened her kit and took out a small flashlight. "Few species hold great mysteries to me, though Twi'leks perhaps even less so than most," she chuckled as she examined her pupil dilation, along with a few more basic examinations.

Then she set aside the flashlight and took out an injector. "Looks like a bit of damage, but an easy problem to solve. If you don't mind?" She gestured at her arm.

Healing a crit: 1eP+3eA+1eD 1 success, 1 advantage

Moyr didn't mind. She had gone through the examination without flinching. "Is xenobiology your dedication then?"

She went through the injection and then put her supplies away. "No, not a specialty as such. Other species just need treatment as much as anyone, so it behooves me to know about them."

"Healing is an odd dedication for a Sith." Moyr remarked, more with curiosity than any reproof.

"I like to know as much as possible about everything I can get my hands on. My former master happened to focus on biology so I picked it up," she replied and sat back, crossing one leg over the other. "It has turned out to be rather useful recently. Regardless of whether I attain the seat or not, I am somewhat more secure because of it."

"So you find reassurance in knowing in general?" Moyr mused. "Your current master is less into biology and more into ancient Sith rituals, isn't she? Have you picked up that interest too?"

"Knowledge is power," she replied simply, with a shrug, then added, "And learning is one of the great joys in life. I have."

"So, can you confirm to me that your master grew some reluctance to pursue power recklessly once she learned some details of the grand plan of the one who had set precedence with those rituals?"

She considered the question, then replied, "Marginally."

Moyr chuckled. "Alright, it looks like I can't get through your coyness, so let's just enjoy the wine."

"Honestly, I don't think it's coyness... That's just the entire thing. She's still pretty reckless. I'm keeping an eye on things to see if something needs to be done about it," she explained.

"I see. Well, is it eternal youth again? Her cartilages look rather non-existent without proper Force makeup."

"Yeah," she sighed. "Everyone dies, though, one way or another."