Nar Shaddaa

With her business settled Kristal was ready for the rest of the day to allow herself a chance to unwind. On her way to the Yellow Viper Casino Kristal was walking through the lower sector. Making her way most humbly through the cities streets. Of course, this would be when...

A rather sporty speeder eases alongside the Sith and the window rolls down and an Imperial voice says, "You know this may be the first time we have actually met, in the flesh."

First came the smirk, then the turn of the head as she looked over to the Cipher, "As far as I am to know, at least," she quips.

"I witnessed your little transformation last we spoke. Who is to say you haven't used such a disguise before?" she said, continuing to walk alongside the speeder.

“Have you ever been to Tatooine?” he says keeping pace.

“Perhaps we can discuss where I have a have not been over a drive. Unless you enjoy the walk, I assure you the view is pretty spectacular.”

At that same moment, her comm-link starts to beep.

"You certainly already know I have," she answered. However before she could accept the offer directly she noticed the beeping. Raising a finger she came to a stop and gave a glance to Cipher-3, indicating him to give her a moment.

Stepping a few steps away she raised her hand to watch the display and answered the comm-link.

"Hey this is Vain, remember me, you were drunk so maybe you don't remember?" the voice says.

"I remember," she says, her tone a touch annoyed. Raising her true hand to the bridge of her nose and holding it between two fingers.

“Got a name for you, Faz… Republic trained slicer. Apparently did work at the port,” he responds.

“That should be worth the money.”

"Twi'lek?" she asked,with the sense that it would in fact be worth the money after that answer.

Kristal Serasai wrote:"Twi'lek?" she asked,with the sense that it would in fact be worth the money after that answer.

“Yep, guess you know this person?” he counters.

"We have met before, yes," she says looking back toward Cipher-3. "You do good work Vain. Thank you," she starts to end the call and just then remebers to add, "I will have the Credits transferred to your account."

"Keep the card, if you need more work, call me," he responds before he ends the call.

With that business done she saw away her communicator and approached the car, leaning her hands against the top of the car as she leaned in, "My apologies for the interruption, business. I am sure you understand."

He opens the door and says, “I completely understand. I can barely go a single night without business being a rude guest and interrupting my relaxation. This summit has kept me quite busy.”

Climbing inside she gave the interior a once over as she spoke.

"And yet you found time to track me down," she said with an amused tone.

The door closes and he says, “As my father said before all traces of my childhood were redacted from official records, if one finds beauty in their work, then one is truly blessed.”

He then begins to drive and adds, “If I can ask, what business do you need sorted now?”

"A small matter," she said dismissively, "just another man who has forced himself to gain my attention through the use of an explosive device. I am sure it is a song and dance you recall quite well?" Kristal added coyly.

“I am a trend setter. Now I have to find some new way to impress you, which is the problem with explosives. Upping the ante tends to get expensive and destructive.”

Cipher-3 says, “You know that droid was a fifty thousand credit asset, a costly venture to the Empire.”

"Quite the expensive way to send a message, I would have a word with whoever put through that order," she said, leading for a moment before adding, "They are aware of the advances in communications we've had in the past thousand years, I hope."

Kristal relaxed in her chair, letting her left hand rest comfortably on the arm rest while her right remained raised at the elbow on the other.

"I work with the tools I am given," he says looking over at her.

"Thankfully most operations I have complete autonomy on how I execute my mission. That was an exception." Cipher-3 rises higher into the twilight sky as he steers through the frantic traffic. He says with a casual smile, "I still owe you lunch, by the by."

"I think you will find I am acutely aware of what people owe me, Cipher," she said, not unlike a tease. "I wonder, do you find yourself facing exceptions often?"

"Not often, and thus far you have been an exception to an exception, it's an endearing quality, my lord,." he replies.

"I do fancy my ability to surpass the expectations others place upon me," she returned. Glancing from him out the window to the city as it passed by for a moment. "I am going to ask what you are doing here Cipher, despite the fact," she looks back to convey it properly, "I know you are going to choose to lie or deflect."

"Where else would I be? This is where the Empire needs me," he counters.

"Understood," she said, accepting it as the deflection she saw it to be.

"Then, how about here. Specifically. What is your interest in myself?"