Nar Shaddaa

There was a nice, blast-unaffected bistro in the Neon Wonderland, where Moyr in her non-Sith casual clothes was about to meet the kind of Sith which was more inclined to defend her rather than to gut her before inviting her for a croissant and latte macchiato. Relaxing her body and mind by the window table, she seemed distant, already mulling long-term plans of making lemonade out of the terribly sour lemons Zash had left her with.

Jo'ren looked tired but had a spring in his step as he entered the bistro. He wore study clothing rather than his usual sith battle armour, although he almost certainly had a Lightsaber or two to hand. Spotting Moyr he watched her deep in thought for a few moments before approaching, his large frame beginning to dominate her view. Reassuringly, the chair did not complain when he sat in it.

"Paste and water for two?"

"You must be kidding me." Moyr raised her not-entirely-rested gaze at the Sith. "Kaff, and something with high concentration of bacon."

"Heh, I could eat a whole space hog after yesterday's action. Kaff in a fucking huge mug would be ideal." His eyes met hers and he smirked.

"So, that was Nar Shaddaa. Had a few good times, doubt I'll be back for a while if I can help it. Think I prefer Korriban as a tourist destination."

"Couldn't agree more. I like sand." Moyr smiled, gesturing for him to join her and waving for the serving girl to come over. "I heard you slew that Nikto bastard."

"More of a jungle man myself." He drank all of the water the serving girl brought him. "Yeah, the Nikto had it coming. I killed his buddy and most of his cult. The Princess did most of the work on Azanak in the final battle."

"The princess? You seem to have quite a few friends among the royalty." Moyr chuckled, tilting her head a little.