Nar Shaddaa

Having seen Colonel Hala safely back to the compound, Shaisha figured she might as well take advantage of being in the area to use the workbenches available to remove the crystal from Lord Nemerosch's lightsaber.

Taking off her mask as well as her gloves and the armor on her arms to avoid their weight interfering with her dexterity, the pureblood turned on the music from her datapad (some of her mother's collection she had recently gotten her hands on) and got to work with the delicate task of removing the crystal without damaging it.

There was a knock. "My Lord," a voice requested, a bit nervous. "I heard that your part in the battle went well. Quite well, in fact."

Shaisha lowered the volume on the music. "Come in."

Putting down the tools, she turned around to flash Anhel a smile. "Have you come to congratulate me?"

"Yes." He offered her a bouquet of flowers native on Dromund Kaas. "For you, my Lord."

The sight of a bouqet of flowers were... a puzzling surprise. Wait... what?

"... For me?" she was honestly taken aback. "... Why?"

Anhel blinked and kept them on hand. "I thought you would enjoy them, my Lord," he said, confused himself. "I can get rid of them, if you would prefer that."

"No... I..." she shook her head, regaining her composure. "No one's ever given me flowers for doing well at killing."

"I must say, I'm surprised."

A little awkwardly, she accepted the boquet. What in the blazes were you supposed to do with flowers?

"I was taught by mother to do so," he explained with a soft smile. "My sister adores them, if you, um, ever wish to give her a gift."

"I will keep that in mind," she chuckled. "Though I have a feeling Lord Haydriss would give me an even funnier look than I gave you if I was to bring her a bunch of flowers. Where did you even find this on Nar Shaddaa?"

"There was a merchant savvy enough to keep these in stock with us coming. And yes, my sister may find it strange but she would admire them afterwards.'

"And yet you give them to me, and not Haydriss, when it is technically she who won the Kaggath for Darth Malgus?"

She leaned slightly against the workbench, watching Anhel with an amused expression. The music reached the aria of the female soprano, singing for her beloved hero.

"I heard it was you who slew Lord Nemerosch," he interjected, "Personally, my Lord."

"Correct. I did," she said with a nod of confirmation. "He underestimated me. A mistake he won't be able to make again now."

The man looked at the table. "Is that his lightsaber then? I suppose spoils go to the victor, right?"

"It's his force pike, yes, though I find such large weapons... unwieldy and too heavy for my style. Though the gemstone within is worth a lot, and it's mine now. Jo'ren wanted the armor, which was fine by me, and I believe the colonel found some doodads of interest to her." She shrugged.

"Have you ever seen a lightsaber crystal up close, outside of its casing?"

"Only in passing. My sister never let me fiddle with them."

Shaisha gestured for Anhel to come closer as she turned back to the work. All that was left to do now was to lift the Lorrdian gemstone out of the casing she had opened.

Perhaps feeling like showing off a bit, she reached out with the Force instead of using the tools, and slowly levitated the sparkling stone in the air infront of them.

"Fascinating," he murmured as he looked at the crystal. "And this is better than what you are using currently?"

"Hm, yes," she nodded slightly, her expression something between feral delight and desire. "Without getting into the nitty-gritty little details of it, there is more power in this stone - I can feel it."

The gem levitated into her extended hand, enclosing around it before holding it up between her fingers.

"But there is much power in the galaxy that has nothing to do with gemstones or the Force. If only you learn when to seize it," as if to emphasize her point, her free hand snaked around Anhel's waist, pressing him a little closer to her.

"I always wondered what it was like. To sense the Force, that is. Truth be told, I have been envious of you, my sister, Sylvain, Kristal."

He blinked at her bringing him in closer. "That is, um, easy for you to say, my Lord, when you are Sith," he mumbled.

"The power of the Force exist within us all, Anhel," she chided him. "Even if not everyone is capable of utilizing it."

Pulling him closer, she brought her face inches away from his. "Yet still, the galaxy is full of people with power. For power can be so many things..." her voice was a soft purr. "What is power to you, Anhel?"

"I have heard that before," he said in regards to the Force in all things.

Anhel blushed and lowered his eyes. "Control? Prominence? I am not sure, especially on the spot, my Lord."

"So lacking in ideas?"

A playful smirk crept across her features, like a cat toying with an injured bird instead of giving a coup-de-grace, as she pressed him up against the workbench with the guidance of her hands moving down to his hips.

"But what of ambition...? Do you wish to cease power for yourself?"

"Of course I do! Who in the Empire does not?" The man froze with his body against the workbench. "Of.. Of course I have ambition."

"What separates those who merely dream of ambition, and those who have, is the will to take what they want."

To emphasize her point, Shaisha roughly pressed herself up against him and claimed his lips by force in a wild passionate embrace, while her hands touched him intimately.