Ruin Has Come... [D2EE]

[Lucinia Malveaux]

"Hmmm..." Lucinia's eyes narrowed, but her lips curled up at the corners. It was hard to tell whether she was pleased, amused, or irritated. Or merely riding the wave of wine, painkillers, and chocolate. She giggled softly at Jan's display with the chocolate.

"Is that so?" Wincing, Lucinia gently touched her fingers to her own side, just above her hip. "I can't recommend getting shot for it, even if they are good."

In another bite, she swallowed the rest of her chosen chocolate, savoring it for a few moments before chasing it with a sip of wine. "So, what does Czerka have you doing that gives you such little time to indugle?" Her eyes narrowed suddenly. "Just why are you here on Ziost, anyway?"

[Jan Melmoar]

"Hmmm..." Lucinia's eyes narrowed, but her lips curled up at the corners. It was hard to tell whether she was pleased, amused, or irritated. Or merely riding the wave of wine, painkillers, and chocolate. She giggled softly at Jan's display with the chocolate.

"Is that so?" Wincing, Lucinia gently touched her fingers to her own side, just above her hip. "I can't recommend getting shot for it, even if they are good."

In another bite, she swallowed the rest of her chosen chocolate, savoring it for a few moments before chasing it with a sip of wine. "So, what does Czerka have you doing that gives you such little time to indugle?" Her eyes narrowed suddenly. "Just why are you here on Ziost, anyway?"

Raising her hands placatingly.

“Nothing nefarious.... by Imperial standards. I am simply here to observe the competion for the dark council seats. And of course, foster good relations with high ranking Sith such as yourself.”

[Lucinia Malveaux]

"Mmmm." Lucinia's murmur was almost like a purr. "The Malveaux family is an old one. And quite powerful. Both my brother and sister are also Sith, you know."

She traced a finger around the rim of her glass. "About the council, though. Do you already have a Kath Hound in the race, as the saying goes?"

[Lord Jo'ren Rath]

A text message arrives for Lucinia:

We have 96 hours from now to conduct our operation. Suggest we meet asap to confirm team.

[Jan Melmoar]

"Mmmm." Lucinia's murmur was almost like a purr. "The Malveaux family is an old one. And quite powerful. Both my brother and sister are also Sith, you know."

She traced a finger around the rim of her glass. "About the council, though. Do you already have a Kath Hound in the race, as the saying goes?"

“Indeed, your family has a wonderful file at Czerka headquarters. I shall of course need to update it with chocolate preferences”

She offers to refill the sith’s glass with a smile.

“Czerka has only friends among aspirants. After all, one wouldn’t want to incur a dark lord’s wrath by supporting their rivals. If we did support anyone it would have to be... discrete.”

[Lucinia Malveaux]

A text message arrives for Lucinia:

We have 96 hours from now to conduct our operation. Suggest we meet asap to confirm team.

Lucinia grimaced. "Excuse me a moment." She sent a message back.

Recovering from disruptor blast. Ability to meet is limited.

Have invited Xyll Vanth. Would entertain the idea of more.

“Indeed, your family has a wonderful file at Czerka headquarters. I shall of course need to update it with chocolate preferences”

She offers to refill the sith’s glass with a smile.

“Czerka has only friends among aspirants. After all, one wouldn’t want to incur a dark lord’s wrath by supporting their rivals. If we did support anyone it would have to be... discrete.”

That earned a sudden surprise giggle from Lucinia. "I should like to see that file. Please, include wine preferences if they're not in there already." Smiling, she held up her wine glass for the other woman to refill.

That done, she took another of her slow, careful sips. "Very wise, Jan." She pursed her lips a moment. "In truth, there are none that I strongly favor. But that may change." She shrugged, one slender shoulder rising and falling. "It may not be for Czerka, but it might be a good transition from Czerka, if you were so inclined.

[Lord Jo'ren Rath]

The response is swift:

Good. I've got someone in mind. Gives us a full crew.

[Jan Melmoar]

“Of course Lord Malveaux, wine preferences we shall note. Unfortunately the file is.... very personal and I’m sure unfit for consumption.”

Cocking her head, rather bird like

“Transition... from Czerka?”

[Lucinia Malveaux]

There was a short pause as Lucinia digested that. One eyebrow slowly crept up. "... just how personal do you mean, exactly?"

Lucinia waved an unconcerned hand, smiling. "Well, if you should so choose. Czerka may have money, but the Sith have power beyond that. Privilege. Beach access."

[Jan Melmoar]

There was a short pause as Lucinia digested that. One eyebrow slowly crept up. "... just how personal do you mean, exactly?"

Lucinia waved an unconcerned hand, smiling. "Well, if you should so choose. Czerka may have money, but the Sith have power beyond that. Privilege. Beach access."

“Certainly not any personal measurements or notes on your psyche... definitely nothing like that.”

She goes on to continue but is stopped as vision of warm water lapping on dark sands fill her mind...

“... the beach is.... a very attractive privilege, I’ll agree. But...”
And she dramatically takes another credit shaped chocolate, holding it aloft
“Czerka provides me with the freedom to try and lie on that beach under my own power and on my own terms!”
Note to self, ask HQ for beach shaped chocolate.

[Lucinia Malveaux]

Lucinia frowned down at herself, her eyes tracing over her own figure.

Her eyes flickered back up. "Do they?" Her red lips curled up. "Perhaps you will allow me to suggests something to you."

Her lips parted, then Lucinia frowned. "Did you just take a second chocolate?"

[Jan Melmoar]

Lucinia frowned down at herself, her eyes tracing over her own figure.

Her eyes flickered back up. "Do they?" Her red lips curled up. "Perhaps you will allow me to suggests something to you."

Her lips parted, then Lucinia frowned. "Did you just take a second chocolate?"

“.....”
Eyeing the chocolate
“I mean... I wouldn’t say ‘take’, Lord Malveaux. I’m holding it for protection..... what about those suggestions though?”
She flashes what she hopes is a distracting smile.

[Lucinia Malveaux]

There was a short pause.

"Oooohohoho!" Lucinia brought one hand up to her mouth as she laughed, peals of laughter both melodic and haughty. "Oh... ooh." Wincing, she pressed one hand to her side. "My suggestion is to not laugh too enthusiastically when you have a disruptor wound. But I think I like you, Jan."

She sat up, chin tilting upwards. "The second thing is this. Czerka does not provide you with that freedom. You do. You and no one else. And if you want more, you must take it." Her lips quirked. "In much the same way as you took that chocolate. Perhaps not exactly the same."

[Jan Melmoar]

There was a short pause.

"Oooohohoho!" Lucinia brought one hand up to her mouth as she laughed, peals of laughter both melodic and haughty. "Oh... ooh." Wincing, she pressed one hand to her side. "My suggestion is to not laugh too enthusiastically when you have a disruptor wound. But I think I like you, Jan."

She sat up, chin tilting upwards. "The second thing is this. Czerka does not provide you with that freedom. You do. You and no one else. And if you want more, you must take it." Her lips quirked. "In much the same way as you took that chocolate. Perhaps not exactly the same."

Being liked was good....even if it appeared to be aggravating an injury.

"Well I do try.....and I'm always happy to take more freedom I suppose....but deep down I'm a law abiding Imperial citizen."
She looked very law abiding before slowly consuming the second piece of chocolate....after all, that was also freedom.

[Lucinia Malveaux]

"Good... good..." Lucinia said. Smiling, she leaned back against the couch. Her green eyes followed the path of the chocolate as Jan brought it to her mouth.

"Tell me, Jan." Lucinia began, still smiling. "What do you want?"

[Jan Melmoar]

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"Good... good..." Lucinia said. Smiling, she leaned back against the couch. Her green eyes followed the path of the chocolate as Jan brought it to her mouth.

"Tell me, Jan." Lucinia began, still smiling. "What do you want?"

"That's a personal question by nature Lord Malveaux...I'd be breaching my contract to tell you....although maybe as part of an information...exchange?"
Luciana receives some considerable eye wiggling. Tell me what you want and I'll tell you what I want.....and not twisting my face at you.

[Lucinia Malveaux]

"It is a personal question." Lucinia said, smiling with narrowed eyes, a curiously ambiguous expression. "I have little patience for meaningless questions." A soft giggle. "In fact, I have little patience generally, but especially for that."

She waved a hand casually. "Very well. Information exchange. Ask me your question, but then you must answer mine." Her green eyes glinted. "Do we have a deal?"

[Jan Melmoar]

"It is a personal question." Lucinia said, smiling with narrowed eyes, a curiously ambiguous expression. "I have little patience for meaningless questions." A soft giggle. "In fact, I have little patience generally, but especially for that."

She waved a hand casually. "Very well. Information exchange. Ask me your question, but then you must answer mine." Her green eyes glinted. "Do we have a deal?"

Jan shoots out a hand with her usual speed.

“Absolutely, deals are what I do, after all.”

[Lucinia Malveaux]

After a moment's hesitation, Lucinia reached out as well. Her grip was delicate, and her hand chill.

"Very well." Lucinia said, tilting her chin up. "Let us hear your question. And then, if I agree to answer it, you shall answer mine." She smiled. "Sith prerogative."

[Jan Melmoar]

After a moment's hesitation, Lucinia reached out as well. Her grip was delicate, and her hand chill.

"Very well." Lucinia said, tilting her chin up. "Let us hear your question. And then, if I agree to answer it, you shall answer mine." She smiled. "Sith prerogative."

Luciana gets a narrowed eye look at that.

“Very well then.”
Perching herself on the end of the chair and then leaning forward ever so slightly

“What do you seek in life?”
Pointing a long finger at the sith
“And you can’t say ‘power’ or ‘control’, it has to be a real answer... you have no idea how long it can take Czerka to barter for weapons when the other side won’t name a price and just keeps saying ‘power!’