Nar Shaddaa

Zeno sat in a meeting room, waiting for the arrival of Moyr and Ralnorrei. He was interested to hear the other Sith Lords plan or pitch or whatever she had.

Moyr responded to the summons by arriving at the pace, thought it took her a while. She stored away her mask, Ralnorrei know her without her mask. Seeing Zeno, her brow arched. "Hello, Zeno. Any idea why you and me are here together?"

"My guess would be that we've both spoken with Lord Ralnorrei about being willing to work with her," he says with a chuckle. "She did mention you when I chatted with her."

"That might be it." She sat, one leg over another, folding fingers on her lap and twiddling them. "So how's your Rodian business?"

"Messy, unpleasant, and a headache," he says shaking his head. "Something that's going to take a lot more effort than originally expected."

"Sounds like something I don't want to get involved into after all." She pouted slightly. "The Pantoran has outmanoeuvred you?"

"Probably, but then, I was never one for negotiations. Maybe when it's all said and done I'll kill him for it and not have to worry about that from him ever again," he says with a shrug. "For now, we're all in the same boat. But nobody has your name or your information."

"At least that." She shook her head. "You really need to get yourself an apprentice, all things considered, to have your back in situations like this. It's a weakness of yours I don't see any other quick fix for. And any Sith Lord being played by some self-appointed loudmouth will soon become a laughing stock. You probably need to do some killing at the end of it to make a point."

"I need to find an apprentice I could work with, and it's not like I can just head back to Korriban right now. I'm definitely open to it, but unless you know anyone that would fit the bill here..." he says with a shrug. "I know I haven't met any."

"There might be someone like that once Zhorrid is out of the picture." Moyr mused. "She has tried to secure a young Twi'lek Force Sensitive as one."

"A young twi'lek? So you've met the twi'lek then I'm guessing. He or she, are they an aspirant or a newfound sensitive?" he asks curiously. "And where are you at with Zhorrid? Because I'm still here if you need a hand."

"A she, a newfound sensitive." Moyr nodded. "The showdown is imminently likely. i haven't done her bidding and she now has what she considers a suitable replacement. She has her father's complex and you surely realise what it means for how she perceives me."

He nods. "Do you have a plan in place? Goad her into attempting to eliminate you and control the battlefield? Surprise her? I mean, I suppose I don't want to know if you don't want me involved, but I will support you if you ask."

"I will probably try to lure her out to Nal Hutta. But can't tell how well it can work. She has more than one shot at forcing my hand." She nodded. "I want your assistance."

"Then I'll be there," he says with a nod. "Nal Hutta, huh? Not a bad place to make an easily forgotten grave for someone. Plenty of scavengers to make things disappear."

"Or even big predators. Have you heard about acklays? I believe they are native to Geonosis, but somehow one has found its way into the swamps down there. He likes a good meal."

"Is the creature enough?" he asks. "Can't assume too much with a Sith. Or would odds be stacked as well?"

"I won't leave things to change if I can help it. And she likely is formidable."

Lord Ralnorrei came with her hands folded behind her back. "Sorry for being late, guess I got a little carried away. I'm a very busy lady," she remarked with a wide grin. "But anyways, I've called you two here to help me pursue a lead." She sighed. "Lord Nemerosch's cache may be out of the question but I think I've found a cult lurking about in the lower levels of this wretched moon. Yes, I know, there are many cults. But this one in particular appears to have an idol. And I don't think they're simply crazy. I think they've actually found something."

"What kind of artifact would that be, my lord? Any ideas?" Moyr asked right away, after greetings.

Zeno offered a nod when she came in and listened to what she had to say about the cult and idol. He marked his agreement with Moyr in being curious about it, but added his own concerns. "Indeed. It might be important to know if this artifact has specific effects on the cult members."

"They claim it 'guides them' and 'gives them mighty, mystic powers' or some crap." She shrugged. "I can't say I've honestly looked too deeply into this. But, as some would say, my 'feelings' tell me that it has to be something."

"I assume it's been going for a while, so it's likely unrelated to whatever occurred during the kaggath?"

"From what I understood, they were more secretive before the battle. Perhaps it inspired them to be more forthcoming. 'Be strong like those Sith' or something like that, I don't know."

"So what would be the priority? Retrieving their relic or coopting them? They might or might not be useful as tools, and it looks like their beliefs might be open to be hijacked."