Red-Handed [The Bitch, MA8, Closed]

[Moyr Ahaya]

T3 has got sloppier with cleaning. Moyr thought. I need to remind him why he's here.

[Nekoinu]

The Chiss representative made her way to the ship entrance and announced her presence. "This is Salreia. I apologize for the other day. I had some business that I had to attend to."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Of course. We're all busy people. I'm glad to have you over for a drink."

Moyr responded to the comm and opened the ramp, walking down to greet her guest.

[Nekoinu]

"Oh, well, you said it was how I could make it up to you," she replied when her host was in sight. She gave a sultry wink with her hand on her hip. "How could I possibly refuse?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Well, you could, but you haven't." Moyr stepped into the game by giving Salreia a seductive look in passing. "What occupies you so much these days? Peace talks?"

[Nekoinu]

The Chiss nodded. "Peace talks. My superiors expect reports from me and for me to respond to orders regardless of the time of day." She batted her eyes pitifully at Moyr. "Woe is me, pushed to work so hard," she pouted.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I guess wedding mess didn't help things." Moyr gestured toward the mess hall, pouting worriedly. "So much responsibility on your slender shoulders. How are you keeping up?"

[Nekoinu]

"Oh, well, the Chiss Ascendancy makes sure that all of its members are extraordinary workers." She gave a soft shrug. "But who can blame me for wanting a bit of leisure time nonetheless?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Certainly not I. Stress relief is quite important." Moyr agreed with a graceful nod. "What are your favourite methods?"

[Nekoinu]

"I enjoy going to museums," she stated honestly, "The cantinas are more often work than relaxation, I'm afraid. But with art I can observe it without interruption."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"And you probably pity the sad reality that the best pieces of art are in the hands of private collectors. Which happen to be Sith Lords more often than not. It is a sign of respectability among the Sith, to have a lot of rare artifacts from across the galaxy."

[Nekoinu]

"Oh but that is why I mingle with the high and mighty of this moon. They are the ones with the best collections," she said with a wink.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"My own collecting has just started, but I must admit to my bias for things that have more than just aesthetic or sentimental value." Moyr smiled mysteriously.

[Nekoinu]

"Oh? Care to show me your collection over a glass of wine then?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Of course. I'd have two exhibits to demonstrate." As they reached the mess hall, Moyr reached out for two glasses and a bottle of wine. "Have you ever been to Yavin IV?"

[Nekoinu]

"I cannot say I have. I heard that that is where the resurgent massassi were rediscovered there."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Yes. A lot of Sith history is connected with that place. The proud abodes of Naga Sadow and Exar Kun, the unique contributions they have made to shaping the fauna of the planet, Massassi as species and their culture, monumental sacral architecture, arts and customs. Actually, I had my role in their resurgence."

Moyr passed the glass to Salreia and clinked it with hers once both were poured wine into.

[Nekoinu]

"I had heard that individuals in your graduation class had done so. I did not know I was speaking to someone in particular." She clinked the glass and took a sip. "To restoring culture?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

Moyr nodded and dipped her lips in wine, then produced her mask.

"A Massassi war mask, imbued with the essence of the planet Yavin, a red gas giant who the Massassi revere as the Death God. A gift from the Jug'tih, the incumbent queen of the Massassi. It has become dear to me, and I wear it whenever I want to be the Red Wraith to those who don't know me." She donned it. "So the toast is accurate, for I seem to be the ambassador of their culture by wearing it."

[Nekoinu]

"The Red Wraith is you then? I suppose I should not be surprised. I saw your big play at the Huttball match."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"The mystique I slowly build will certainly help me down the road. Many Sith Lords are best known for being fully masked." She mused. "I owe Yavin and the Massassi my spiritual awakening. It is a unique culture. Do you know what they make wine of?" Moyr gestured to be followed, moving out of the mess hall into a dimly lit corridor.

[Nekoinu]

"I am afraid I haven't heard of the wine there, my Lord." Salreia looked down at her glass and then back to Moyr. "Is this a cup of Massassi wine?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Of course not, this is from Ziost. The Massassi make theirs by fermenting blood. I fondly remember the moments of celebrating victory with Zeno Deathwright and Jo'ren Rath by partaking in it. It has a very unique flavour."

[Nekoinu]

"A wine from blood? I suppose I should not be surprised." She batted her eyelashes at Moyr. "Sith do love their theatrics, don't they, my Lord?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Otherwise known as performing arts. You certainly have a taste for them too if you're a Huttball regular." Moyr smiled provoactively, introducing the code opening the lock to the storage room she had remade into a small shrine. "I suppose they have not come up with it themselves, but Naga Sadow or Exar Kun introduced it as a way to reinforce their spirit and sense of community. Certainly much of Sith art revolves around the idea of spilling and consuming blood. Like this one, so far the centrepiece of my collection." She gestured inside.