Red-Handed [The Bitch, MA8, Closed]

[Nekoinu]

"Performing arts?" She let out a sultry laugh. "That is one way to describe it, my Lord. Much more quaint." The Chiss followed inside with a soft smile on her face. "I would think your mask would be your most prized one. It is, after all, an integral part of your identity, is it not?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"And precisely because of it I don't consider my mask as something that is purely an artwork and belongs in the museum." Moyr chuckled back, pointing to the effigy with the bowl. "This is Shadow Hand's representation. A figure from ancient Sith history. Do you know who she was?"

[Nekoinu]

"I have heard of the Sith's Shadow Hand. They were the foremost advisers to a given Dark Lord of the Sith."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"If the tradition had survived, perhaps you'd bear the title, with your advisory role to Darth Xevious." Moyr teased. "I find that contextuality quite artful in itself..." She tilted her head. "Would you be amenable to engaging in a bit of performing arts with me, in the spirit of good old Sith theatrics? Integrating two traditions would certainly be artistically novel, and a bit of blood shed would be all coming from me."

[Nekoinu]

"I thought the title was reserved for other Sith," she pondered.

The Chiss perked a brow. "What exactly did you have in mind, my Lord?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"A way to celebrate our meeting that could be more to your artistic... taste." Moyr smirked teasingly as she produced a small knife and cut her palm over the bowl.

[Taking 2 Wounds voluntarily]

She tilted her head as the blood was dripping, looking very amused with the game of words and contexts.

"We'll make our own vintage that can be a tribute to both advisers to the Sith of yore and the wild spirits of Yavin."

[Nekoinu]

"Does the statue ferment the wine itself?" she inquired. Salreia looked at the blood dripping and then back to the twi'lek.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Not to my knowledge. But like you said, theatrics. .." Moyr waited a moment for the dripping to decrease, then took the bowl off the statue and poured some to her wine glass, mixing it with her wine by a gentle, controlled swirl. "Not a true bloodwine, but a flavourful condiment that will give you the thematic impression." She then brought the bowl over Salreia's glass with a cocked brow and poured some into it as well.

[Nekoinu]

That elicited another sultry laugh. "Ah, I understand, my Lord." She looked at her own glass and then to Moyr. "What is the other cultural tradition we are combining, my Lord?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Celebrating smart women holding power behind the scenes?" Moyr chuckled, clinking her glass with Salreia's.

[Nekoinu]

"Oh but I very much enjoy being at the forefront. But I can toadt to that all the same, my Lord"

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr nodded and dipped her lips in the concoction while putting the bowl away to ensure Salreia actually drank it before she would imbibe it herself.

[Nekoinu]

Salreia smiled and took a pensive sip from her glass. Still, the statue's effects were potent enough to come over her. The Chiss dropped the glass and fumbled for her bag. What it was exactly was not taken out before she crumpled to the floor. Her body convulsed, similar to the Sith before, until eventually she fell still under the effects of the ritual.

[Moyr Ahaya]

...and upon locking the door, Moyr promptly joined her, taking a swig, then collapsing.

[Nekoinu]

Moyr, again, was afforded the luxury of clothing. Salreia herself was stripped bare inside the vision. And, of course, there was their gracious host standing at her summit once more. "A lovely woman you brought to me," she mused, "But why her?"

"I am not some slab of meat!" Salreia looked over to Moyr. "What did you do to me?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I've taken you for an adventure, vere much in theme of Sith theatrics." Moyr regarded the appeal of the nude Chiss with a small smile. "Please meet the Shadow Hand, the one who helped the Dark Jedi and the ancient Sith to integrate into the first Sith Empire. I'd argue it's better to live the history than just contemplate it in the museum."

Moyr turned toward the hostess.

"Her name is Salreia. She's a political player with considerable assets, assistant to the member of the Dark Council. Her species is considered superior to humans in several aspects. Smart, secretive, strategising, patient. Though this one is a charming flirt on top of it. I thought she would be a great match for you and her to... mingle."

[Nekoinu]

Salreia looked about. "This is some fabrication of Korriban then." She balled up her fists and stared daggers at Moyr. "Do you honestly believe that this will pan out for you?!"

"I would be more worried about my own plans for you." With that said, the ancient Sith surged forward like she had done with the Zabrak. Without any training in the Force, the Chiss had no ability to combat the possession. Her body dissipated in the howling winds, the dust embedding itself utterly in the victim.

And with a crack of lightning, Moyr was sent hurling back into consciousness. For the time being, the Chiss woman appeared to be motionless.

[Moyr Ahaya]

Once out of the haze, Moyr sat up and checked Salreia's pulse, while pulling the woman's purse closer.

[Nekoinu]

The Chiss was certainly still alive. The vergence surrounding the artifact was clearly dimming down, the corrupt energy seeping into the victim's body.

[Moyr Ahaya]

So what Moyr had expected was happening. She sighed and leaned back, to peruse the contents of the woman's purse, looking for her card and whatever else was there.

[Nekoinu]

Inside the little purse was a stimpack and a syringe of antivenom. Her personal cards were also there, along with a commlink. Clearly she had not brought too much with her for the visit.

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr retrieved her room card and waited for the awakening, observing Salreia while sitting near.

[Nekoinu]

The Chiss eventually stirred on the ground and began to breathe quicker and quicker, eventually to the point of nearly hyperventilating. She crawled her way to her feet and looked about. "I have forgotten what it was like to be alive!" she hissed at the twi'lek Sith.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"You won't be given much time to get into your new shoes." Moyr rose and handed the purse to no-Salreia. "You're on my ship, where I invited your host for a social call. You officially serve Darth Xevious, who is responsible for Alien Affairs on the Dark Council. I am the apprentice of Darth Jadus, though it is not widely known. He is responsible for intelligence and is now in hiding. We're on Nar Shaddaa, the hub of commerce of the Hutt Space, where the Republic and the current incarnation of the Sith Empire under the Emperor Vitiate are in the process of peace talks. The war has been going for a while, depleting both sides, and some on the Dark Council, Xevious among them, thought it a good idea to entertain these talks for whatever reason."

Moyr was professional, ignoring the hiss.

"I am glad it has worked this time."

[Nekoinu]

The woman got to her feet as if the concept of gravity was foreign to her. "It will be harder to have a physical form than to meld into my role." She let out a sigh. "Did this Salreia have any friends? Recordings of herself? Her demeanor and mannerisms would be important for me to know."