Nar Shaddaa

Zeno made his way to the spaceport from his lunch, heading to The Bitch. He had what he needed from Kintan and made it back to the moon early as he had hoped. It was time to go and meet with the Shadow Hand again with Moyr to start lessons in earnest.

Stepping up to the ship, he called up the Twi'lek to let her know he was coming aboard.

Moyr responded by remotely opening the hangar door and lowering the ramp. She had been waiting. Now she was standing on the verge of the hold, expecting him to join her soon enough.

He walked in and waved to her. "Afternoon Moyr. How are you doing?"

"It's been a pretty zhorrible day. But it doesn't matter much, we have a purpose.' She closed the hangar and then the ramp once Zeno was at her side. "I made a special place for it in one of storage cabins."

"Sounds good. Where's our assistant?" he asks, looking around.

"He's locked near the relic. People sometimes come here, and my Mandalorian crewmember has her own sensibilities. This way." She showed him. "Do you feel it? The vergence has already started spreading here."

"I do," he says with a nod. "A vergance on a ship. The things I could do in combat with that..."

He follows along.

"No idea how sustainable this is, or what is the price. Besides, we have to be mindful of our side of the bargain. So either we find a worthy host here, which would be preferable, or we'll have to fly to Yavin after the faux peace talks are over."

"I honestly think a Massassi would make for a preferential host for her," he says. "I don't know if there are any present but we could look into it. You got on well with the queen... perhaps you might call her and we could request a favor for her to send a suitable host?"

"This is a sound idea, because I don't believe there are any Massassi on the Moon right now. My alternative option was to find a trueblood among our delegation to serve the purpose but I am unsure if it would not bee too sacrilegious."

"Sacrilegious isn't the problem. Purebloods tend to have connections, power and would be missed or noticed if one was used. That would likely be the longer endeavor, finding one that would not necessarily be missed. Unlike most Sith, I simply consider that blood to be an advantage, not a mark of station. Position should be based on power, not who your parents were."

"You know I am the last to disagree on that." They arrived at the locker room. Moyr released controls on the doors and entered, closing the door behind them once they entered. Inside, there was the relic, on an improvised place of honour, and its captured guardian. "Who will preside this time?"

"You can go for it," he says with a nod. "Let's get started."

Moyr sighed and approached the 'guardian'. "You've been the best of them all. It's your time to partake in the wonders of the relic." She said with a smile, and as she was the man's self-confidence rise, she flared up 'Passion' and beheaded him. She then bent his headless body over the bowl and squeezed the carotid artery until the vessel got filled.

Zeno stood by and awaited his turn to drink.

She dropped off the meat sack, silenced the sabre and took the drink first. She got used to the taste but she didn't like it. It was hard to wash, it lingered. But as of now, it was irrelevant.

This time, perhaps to much relief, the vision did not leave them completely bare. They were wearing whatever clothes they saw fit at the time. The woman stood at the same canyon, overlooking it. "You have returned to me."

"Of course," Zeno replies bowing his head for a moment to the teacher.

"The relic is secure, the unworthy blasphemers are gone, the Zabrak was taken care of, we have a plan how to deliver a suitable host to you." Moyr summarised, bowing her head to the Shadow Hand.

"You already have a host in mind for me? How excellent. What are your plans?"

"To use our contacts to bring a suitable one for your from Yavin IV."

"A Massassi then. A shame you could not find a Kissai, though if I recall correctly, that is not much of a distinction any longer."

"There is practically none at this point. Today, is the Massassi who have preserved the most of the old genetic stock, living in isolation for a long time."

Zeno nods in agreement. "There is a good chance that the Massassi are closer to the old Sith than the modern purebloods are. They've not been mixed with humans using alchemy in the same way."

"How will I roam among the populace? Or am I to hide away in my Massassi form?"