Lord Ralnorrei was lying down on the bed wearing little to nothing. She was keeping herself entertained by watching an episode of Vera Hawke. When it was over, she turned it off, and murmured to herself, "Seriously? How could she still be busy? I didn't think 'post-victory sex' was something anyone would wait on."
She got herself dressed and headed over to the complex. "I don't even know why this matters so much to me. Ego? Yeah, probably that," she grumbled.
At the entrance of Lord Haydriss' was temporarily heightened security. "If you seriously can't kriffing recognize me by now then get your eyes checked out. Move." The guards complied and stepped out of the way, allowing the Zabrak to reach the inner laboratory.
"Ralnorrei. A pleasure for you to join me."
"Clearly not, if you're going to keep me waiting. Come on, are you going to stay up all night?"
A pause, the anger ruminating about the room. "You are not allowed to doubt me too."
"Excuse me? You know I'm on your side so you could do me a damn favor and not talk to me that way."
Another pause. The masked one paced about the room, her stance returning to one more like her ordinarily regal self. "Darth Malgus was only partially correct. While I may possess debts to pay, I have acquired so much more than the defeat of Lord Nemerosch." She began to laugh, amplified by her mask and reverberating through the walls. "They imagine me to be without resources but that is now even farther from the truth."
"Great," Ralnorrei said with her arms crossed, "So why don't you tell me what you're thinking instead of playing, 'Ominous Sith Lord?'"
Lord Haydriss laughed once more, though this one was more of joy than villainy. "This will only benefit you, my love. It will benefit us." She took her paramour by the hand and went to her display:
There they were, all placated by drugs and bindings in organized rows and columns on the wall. Each of them a Sith captured in the earlier battle.
"I found it," Haydriss continued, "My solution."