The Dark Academy on Korriban

Moyr's winning streak of the day continued, another great find for her hard work of retriever of reusables!

LM7. Salvaging Operations. Skulduggery. Scanner for Boost.: 2eP+1eA+2eD+1eB 2 successes, 1 threat, 1 Triumph

Never one to browse the markets before Kristal saw it time to be aware of what was available to her before she moved on with her day. Being a student of some renown it was rather simple to do. What wasn't so simple was making heads or tails of the market. Shopping was not one of her strong suits.

Moyr finds a cache worth 500 credits.

While Moyr was the life of marketplaces. But one thing was different now: she was bloated with credits. She behaved normally even though inside she felt like a rich princess. A pit all those credits would evaporate soon. But for a Sith, better sabre is the best investment. Hence the well-reputed weapons shop where he got the hilt of Passion extended. Some girls tell that a few more inches make no difference but Moyr knew better.

There had been things she heard, saw, or thought about a good deal of the other applicants. Perhaps once or twice she had seen her but it seemed that the little Kristal knew of the woman might have been by design. There was an intent to learn more, but she didn't exactly have an approach yet. So, unlike a predator but quite like a warrior she made her presence known. Placing herself near Moyr as she looked about the small marketplace's options.

Moyr was browsing through the grenade options, pondering their quality. The new presence drew her attention. She shot a sidelong glance.

"Morning, aspirant... Serasai?"

She remembered the blonde from Zeno-Layne altercation that ended in a marathon she spirited herself away from. Serasai was of course a name spoken widely lately in the context she had some insight into because of Syl.

"Greetings, Aspirant," spoke the blonde as she turned to Moyr more directly. Kristal spoke with a cool Imperial accent. Confidence was notable in her words and certainly in her stance.

And that was that? Perhaps she didn't want to talk. One more try, for Syl's sake.

"Looking for some gear in particular?"

"Something to suit Yavin, browsing and collecting options. Will likely need to stock up on some essentials before we head off planet again. I've seen you around," she says, going back to the browsing that she said she was doing. Not that she really used much of what was here. Grenades, useful in certain specific situations perhaps. Not that it suited her.

"Yet, I've heard little of you. Which either means you are a woman of great potential, or none at all."

"I won't tell you how to make up your mind on that."

Moyr calmly replied.

"If you want stuff to fare well in our jungle deployment, seek out Mandalorians. They have quality equipment, these things here are very hit and miss. One cannot tell what won't work until it breaks in a least desirable situation. This is rarely a problem with Mandalorian gear. I don't know if they let you speak with Vorn but if they do, you can tell Moyr recommended the place to you. They are leaving Korriban soon too, so don't tarry if you want to check out this option."

"Truth be told I need merely essentials," she said, examining something a bit closer. "The gear here is merely a frivolous endeavor if I am to be honest."

"Knowing a Mandalorian by name, surely there is a story there."

"A good storyteller wouldn't make anything gripping out of it. Just a business associate."

Moyr shrugged.

"You're Syl's friend, right?"

"I am. You are an acquaintance of Sylvain's?"

Chilled was an easy way to describe Kristal's demeanor when she was among friends. Right now, she was with a woman she had never met, never knew. Saying Cold was about right, maybe even an understatement to some.

Moyr didn't mind. She was not a fount of warm enthusiasm either. The best description would be indifference.

"Apparently. We've hung out together a bit in dangerous places."

"Dangerous places?" she inquired, having an interest in it for reasons she wasn't about to give up freely.

"Dangerous places."

Moyr responded, having no stake in sharing for reasons she wasn't about to give up freely.

There was a moment, a glimmer of respect that crossed Kristal's expression for that. Still, it left her wanting to know.

"You adventure often with people you recently met then?"

"Let's say I don't like sitting in one place for too long. Define recently. Or is this a barb an old friend of Sylvain Torsin would sell someone like me?"

Moyr smiled and shrugged.

"I've made a few associates I can work with on various issues. Syl is one of them."

Moyr was playing her information close to the chest still. Kristal couldn't deny the merit of it. Even if, perhaps for the first time, it was annoying keeping her from learning something of someone she was close to.

"I assume you have not been an acquaintance of Sylvain's for long. Otherwise I would have learned of you before now. Either you move fast, or..."

"Move fast? Please, lady Serasai."

Moyr looked at her with slight rebuke.

"And even if, a lady doesn't kiss and tell. Even if I am no lady like you."

Kristal's eyes narrowed on her, "That was not my intention with the phrase."

"A simple girl has taken them on face value."

Moyr smiled faintly.

"So what is this that you're asking about, actually? In words I could comprehend?"

"Either you have become fast acquaintances or you have met long before, the latter of which I find unlikely," she reconfirmed her position.

"A succinct probability calculation."

Moyr nodded, smiling.

"I am easy-going, haven't you noticed? Making friends in an eyeblink."

"You are certainly.." she drifted as she looked at something odd among some of the wares. It was an odd little thing, and then was right back to being odd and immaterial. "Open with your personality."