Red-Handed [The Bitch, MA8, Closed]

[Moyr Ahaya]

"She is quartered at the Imperial Compound, I'll lead you there. She must have devices and recordings of her efforts and interests in there. I heard that she is somehow involved with one Anhel Rolm, a son of current Grand Moff, right under the acting Minister of War, Darth Baras. The one actor most active in the peace talks on the Imperial side is Sylvain Torsin, Baras' apprentice, though I would not trust either Torsin or his master in the least. They are usurpers impinging on the domain of my Master. One much more cooperative and trustworthy is Colonel Hala Moraal, military counterintelligence, but under diplomatic credentials here. I can acquaint you."

Moyr paused.

"The other of us two who found you is Lord Zeno Deathrwight, apprentice to Darth Zash. The woman is my archenemy, a vicious witch hiding her cadaverous body under pretty illusions, that vampirises other Force users to empower herself."

[Nekoinu]

"I hope this woman put together a good log. But soon, I hope, I will gather more of her memories." She reached out her hand towards the artifact and then frowned. "It seems my power will have to replenish itself in the meantime."

The ancient Shadow Hand smirked. "How curious that you two were sent to me then if you have such a hostile working relationship with his master. But perhaps together you shall destroy her."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"That's Zeno's declared intention. Though I doubt that he will be strong enough when push comes to shove. A Sith does not trust in noble intentions, but in veritable strength and power. I have seen him caving before. In many aspects he is an admirable man. But not in all that matter."

She paused, nodding slowly.

"I will be assisting you in all this. As far as political landscape is concerned, Colonel Moraal will be of great help to you. I'll order her to follow your requests. What I count on is continued teachings and political assistance in the future. I will need allies like you to advance myself."

[Nekoinu]

"Of course. Once I am situated in this Chiss government, I will be able to manipulate much. It is only my acclimation that will require assistance." The woman impersonating Salreia nodded. "Of course. Sith alchemy will take long to master but I will teach you as per my original intentions."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Then let's get going, we can't linger here endlessly. Nominally, Salreia and I met here for a drink and maybe sex. I made my pass on her yesterday evening, at the Cantina of the Imperial Compound. I suppose this kind of ruse is useful to sustain for us to meet without others paying too much attention."

She mused.

"Shall I inform Zeno of your transformation or will you take care of it yourself?"

She looked at the artifact.

"Is it of any further use to you? If so, then I guess it's safest on my ship."

[Nekoinu]

The Chiss looked down at the shattered glass and then back to Moyr. "You tricked her by mixing the ritual with wine," she stated plainly. She looked down at her own figure and then back to the twi'lek. "I suppose she's that sort of flirt. Fits her, given her dress.

"As for Lord Zeno, you can send word if you wish. It really does not matter to me." Her eyes turned to the statue. "It serves to host a small part of my essence. If this host were to die, then I would be able to reform myself inside of it."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I will protect it then." Moyr nodded. She offered the Shadow Hand her arm once they stepped out into the corridor to better get into the role of amorously involved. "Does it mean Zeno does no longer figure prominently in your designs?"