Nar Shaddaa

The Red Wraith came to one of the offices in the Uptown... it was late, but it was early. She was carrying a long bundle. She pushed the comm button and waited.

The Red Wraith was allowed into the office after the standard checks and procedures. There, behind her new, unscathed desk, sat the blonde woman working furiously at her computer. She was attended to by her bodyguards and the acclaimed Thera Ordo. She waved them off to another section of the room and stood up. "The Red Wraith, I presume? Zios Thran told me to be expecting someone of your description."

She sighed. "Sorry. Evangeline Ulter, a pleasure, my Lord. I've been hard at work maintaining security after that... incident."

"One could consider it a stress test of the system. You live, and the moon functions. It can't be that bad, now can it?" Moyr chuckled behind her mask. "It's a pleasure, Ms Ulter. I am sure you live up to your responsibilities, whatever they are." She nodded to the Mando'a as she stepped in. "I believe I had a pleasure with your sister, Ms Ordo."

"Management. Oh so much management." Evangeline looked to her screens and shook her head. "Crescent Shadow has gone back underground. The Senator makes a speech about combating them and not a single response."

Thera, for her part, nodded meekly. "Vera," she mumbled.

"Don't mind her, she was just here to talk to me about security and the like. So, Zios told me you had a collector's item to show me."

"Which of them? I don't follow the news too closely." Moyr mused, slowly unwrapping the dark blade. "And yes, indeed. It's an ancient Sith cortosis sword, recovered from the Black Vault, a tomb of one of the original Sith Queens on Korriban."

"The head one, the Mon Calamari. Senator Seir'oto," she clarified. Thera shifted back into her corner as Evangeline peered at the blade. "And this thing isn't important? Like cursed? The last thing I need is a kriffing Sith curse in my estate."

"If it was infused with the Dark Side, I would be interested in keeping it. It belonged to one of the tomb guardians I slew." She smiled under the mask as she was presenting the sword to Evangeline for closer inspection. "The Republic advises a crackdown on rebellious slaves? Times change."

"Rebellious slaves is what you would call them? That's putting it lightly. They're terrorists." She pulled out an optic to look at the blade more closely. "Remarkable. Did the blade maintain itself or did the tomb guardians do so?"

"Calling them terrorists seems gratifying. What they have managed to accomplish is no true terror, take a Sith word for it. Most people were more annoyed than terrified. The game of the year happened as scheduled." Moyr mused. "I don't think it was conserved. Cortosis prevents degradation. I just cleaned it."

"If I don't seem afraid at all then that's good on me. Was starting to worry my hair might go gray."

She nodded. "Amazing how well-made it is. Do you know anything about the wielder? Was it special, owned by someone in particular, or simply the standard of the time?"

"A massive ancient killer droid. There wasn't much left of him one we were done. But one of the lesser guardians was actually fixed and reactivated by my friend, and it serves me now, so if you want to have a rough idea I can show my droid to you on the next opportunity." Moyr smiled. "It's probably better than it was a droid, not a Force ghost, otherwise the sword would not have avoided being infused with Dark Vergence."

"A droid with a sword? I would have thought that blasters would be the choice. Ancient times, though." She nodded. "I would appreciate seeing your wardroid at some point. Maybe even purchase it?" The blonde let out a small laugh. "Can I get you anything to drink, by the way? A shame I did not ask sooner."

"I would have to be truly financially desperate to sell Virginia since she's a gift from a friend who fixed her up. And yes, Virginia has blasters." Moyr chuckled. "It's technically evening so a glass of Corellian wine wouldn't hurt."

Evangeline let out a laugh. "Selling gifts is terrible rude, isn't it." She snapped for one of the bodyguards to serve the wine, one for herself and one for the Red Wraith. "From my estimates, such an item is 2000 Credits. How does that sound to you?"

"It sounds fine. I think haggling would sour the spirit of this meeting." Moyr replied, lifting the mask to take a sip. "Where business is generally ruthless, good taste should be a guiding principle."

"Really? And here I thought you were going to try." She took a sip as well. "I'm glad for that, anyways. I don't really want to spend the time on it."

Evangeline then began to laugh. "Zios spoke highly of you, you know. Kept raving, 'Red Wratih was awesome!' or rather, 'Awesome, awesome, awesome.'"

"I suppose I was. Hat-trick in a game of the year by a debutante to the sport will probably go down into local sport chronicles." Moyr sipped wine. "We all have our small moments of greatness from time to time. The Sith like me just rig fate to have more of them."

"Sith are capable of many things, aren't they?" She sipped her wine and went to her holoplayer. "I could pull it up, if you don't mind me watching it. I haven't had the time for such things in hours."

"Please." Moyr gestured, curious what the woman was watching or wanted to show her.

Evangeline pulled up the game and looked intently at it. "A team of Sith replacing the Magic Monkey-Lizards against the Rot Worms," she narrated to herself. "Shame I missed this game, real big shame..."

"Serasai opening the score, then is taken down... Probably she didn't see that coming."

"And what is that Imperial officer doing?" Evangeline sipped her glass of wine.

"I guess she's demonstrating a difference between a Sith and not a Sith." Moyr chuckled. "At least she drew the attention away."

"Another Sith, trying to lead the way. How does that work, anyways, if someone outranks him is there?" She shrugged. "I suppose if the Lord misses the shot."

"Your lordship is only as good as you are among the Sith. The title is a confirmation, not so much a buffer. If you are weak you die and another Sith takes your place." Moyr replied.