The Sith huffs in a supposedly irritated manner though her voice retains its smoothness. "The last time you stole from me you mean. It took me months to track down that holocron once it hit the black market on Coruscant. You have no idea what a pain in the ass it was," she complains playfully, her fingers trailing along the rim of her glass.
"Needless to say those priests are none too pleased with you..." She suddenly smiles softly, downing her drink in a rather lady-like fashion before releasing a heavy sigh. "Well, if I can compliment you in any way, it'd be that you certainly keep me busy. If it wasn't for people like you we assassins and bounty hunters alike wouldn't have work."
The doors to the cantina violently swing apart, a hush falling over the majority of cantina-goers as they gap at the large, masculine figure blocking the doorway. The figure scours the room for a brief moment before he begins to move towards the bar, heavy boots thudding against the floor with every powerful step, the crowd eagerly parting to make way.
The figure plops down in the seat beside the Sith woman, a black gauntleted hand slowly reaching up to lazily pull the hood away from its head. Another Sith. This day was getting better and better.
The Sith woman pats her companion on the shoulder, never taking her eyes off Jester for a moment. "Ah... you remember Silas, don't you, Jester?" she ponders. It was a rhetorical question. It was hard to forget such a monstrous being. Even for a Sith, the man was tall and broad, every visible inch of crimson skin hardened like armor and overlaying rippling muscles.
"We've both missed you dearly, you know," she adds charmingly. The Sith woman leans over the bar slightly to get a better look at the Jedi woman sitting beside Jester who seemed to have had her interests piqued by the conversation.
"Oh, now, don't be so rude... introduce your new friend," the Sith woman prods. "Is this the ravishing pilot that helped you escape my ship's pursuit? I'd see why you'd fancy to keep her around longer than you usually manage to keep women. I'm Aari," she announces though she doesn't hold out a hand as formal greeting usually demanded. "Don't expect you've heard much of me. People usually end up dead that way. And you are?"
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Ah! It's becoming an RPG! o_O Didn't realize it was so long until I posted it.