Planning A Heist (D7, MA, Shai's place)

[Durasay Mixo]

"Maybe that's why when I met my first Jedi while I was in the service, I didn't go with him. I didn't like the deferment he had with his Republic military counterparts. In fact, the only Jedi I've seen trying to effect change is the Lady Cortess. Which is probably why I like working with her." He laughed a little. "I'm active in what I seek. I don't like just letting things happen. The Force brings me to where I need to be, but then it's up to me to make things happen. I don't like waiting."

For all it's grime and muck, the view of Nar Shaddaa was quite stunning. "What drives you, Lady Shaisha?"

[Shaisha Vreysk]

She hesitated in giving her answer. There was a lot she could consider to be her driving forces; revenge, survival, love even...

"It's not something I am sure about myself sometimes, to be honest. In many ways, I guess it comes down to reclaiming what was taken from me... and not wanting others to go through the same thing."

[Durasay Mixo]

"I can understand that sentiment." There was a stirring in the air, as Durasay looked down at the pureblood Sith. That feeling of sometimes not knowing what pushes one forward.

"A truly heroic goal."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

She looked up at the taller Pantoran.

"Not everyone agrees with that... but then again, I've often not cared about the popular opinion of what others think of what I do." And the ones I do want to approve of me don't. "You've probably lost a lot along the way too, I imagine. You seem to have that sort of air around you."

[Durasay Mixo]

"Personally, no? Not coming up, anyway. Recently? Maybe." He shrugged, keeping his eyes on her. He was beginning to think a lot of the Sith were far deeper than what he had been led to believe.

"I've lost crewmates when I was in the planetary defense forces. Seen the evils of slavers and pirates. It leaves an impression, that's for certain."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Planetary Defense Forces...? So, military then?" she asked.

"Sorry, I'm only familiar with the military structure of the Sith. And most of that is more from being raised in the household of the Minister of War most of my life."

[Durasay Mixo]

"Pantoran, yes. I could have opted to join the Republic military, but I preferred to serve where my family had for generations." He pointed to the marks and tattoos on his face, the yellow distinctly showing on his azure flesh. "It's a long, distinguished, and sometimes equally boring family history, but it's my own." He smiled at her apology, before shaking his head.

"No need to apologize. It would be insanity to expect every being in the galaxy to understand every single military force there was. I don't think anyone does. Or if they claim they do, I'd say they were lying."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Ah, I was curious about those markings, but figured they were of a personal nature... or style choice." Her glass is emptied as she takes a better look at the marks. "Tattoos aren't unusual for Sith either, but it tends to be more style than anything. They once had more meaning, long ago when my ancestors were still warring tribes on Korriban, but as time went on and the Empire expanded, tribal markings fell out of use."

"Do all Pantoran have such markings then?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"Yes, we do. They signify familial lines, achievements in service of Pantora, or even... things that have gone wrong. This one..." He pointed to one mark on his left cheek. "Signifies a stain on my family line. It just happened so long ago, no one even remembers what the stain is, but it's there. And obviously, we overcame it, because we all still choose to have them. There's always something to be said for a little sinister in one's blood." He laughed darkly, but warmly. "I think it was a great aunt somewhere down the line, became a smuggler. Which fits for me, as that's about what I do now. Just haven't been caught."

He noted her emptied glass, before looking into her eyes again. "It's a similar custom to the Mirialan. Makes you wonder if somewhere along the line, the their species and my own were intertwined. I know that the Chiss and Pantoran share a common ancestor, hence the blue skin. It's odd, how cultures develop over time. Especially in such a large galaxy as our own."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Mirialan... ah right, the green-skinned ones with tattoos. I met one of those yesterday - had a high-speed pursuit together even," she chuckled with some mirth at that little side-adventure. And how the green-skinned jedi had been so insistent on not liking her despite helping her.

"Yet you don't have the red eyes of the Chiss... for which I'm frankly a little relieved for," she grinned, "the completely red eyes are a little unnerving at times, to be honest. But you would know that, seeing as how you have a Chiss on your crew."

[Durasay Mixo]

"It's only unnerving when they don't blink. Which... I don't think I've ever seen Nudimsu blink. Or he does it when I'm not looking. So you're absolutely right." He laughed a bit with her, finding his mood beginning to light a bit. "High speed pursuit, you say? I think that happens pretty often here. I had one shortly after arriving here. You probably heard about that illegal swoop race a few days ago."

He grinned, pointing at himself. "Didn't crash or flay my skin off. I consider that a win."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

The female sith seemed to be one who could change her mood easily, from contemplative and almost melancholic, to playful and vivacious. "Hm, with all the news happening on Nar Shaddaa, I'm sad to say I must've missed that little escapade. But it seems like we were both lucky in that regard then... much better than the last time I was in a high-speed race back on Dromund Kaas and crashed our speeder into a nest of nexu."

Her laugh was brief and soft. "It's been almost two years since that happened, and my brother still doesn't trust me to drive."

[Durasay Mixo]

"For some reason, speeder accidents have a tendency to make people trust you less behind the controls." He laughed a bit. "Nexus, hmm? That is something that I would prefer to avoid crashing into. I'm not sure what's worse about them. The teeth, or their limbs." The thought of giant insects that were apex predators was not one that he enjoyed.

And they weren't the worst things out there, either.

"Would you call it luck, or the Force?"

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Maybe a bit of both? I was lucky to have two good friends with me, but the Force was with us as we got out of the mess together."

There was a fondets in her smile as she spoke of simple times.

"They're both good Sith, but I don't think either of them have the skill set for this little heist of yours."

[Durasay Mixo]

"I'll take your judgement on that." He smiled reassuringly at her, before leaning against the panorama window. "I think the hardest part will be getting the codes to get in. Once we're loud, we only have one option. Take out the defenses, and get out of there before too much heat comes down."

The Heist was going to be complicated. And if the slightest detail goes wrong. "We might not be welcome on the Smuggler's Moon after it."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Meh," she shrugged without a care, "won't be the first party I've crashed and not been invited to again. And it will only be that way if there are any witnesses, no? I certainly don't plan on being recognized, either in person or on security-holo."

She placed her glass down on a nearby table and stretched. Yet even pulling herself to full height, she was significantly smaller than the other pureblood Sith around.

"Though I can see how it might be more difficult for your crew if you won't be able to do business here again... Smuggler's Moon is one of the big stops for freelancers, is it not?"