The Dark Academy on Korriban

Zeno had found out which room Moyr was staying in and approached. He rapped on the door twice and waited for an answer.

There was hollow sound then light steps. Baesal answered the door with her work goggles and overalls on

''Oh, hey Zeno. Can I help you with something?''

"Came to see Moyr," he says, in a somewhat serious but also strangely sad tone.

Moyr was in there, lying on her bed with closed eyes, her ears plugged for music.

Zeno waited to be welcomed in before he would enter.

''Oh! please, come in.''

She let him in then went to see and poke Moyr

''You got a midnight visitor''

Zeno steps in and closes the door behind him. He moves to the foot of her bed and stands there. He has a box in his hand.

With that Zyn returned to reprograming her shiny new battle droid.

''Let me a hand here R5, those codes looks like yours.''

Reprogramming the battle droid: 2eA+2eP+2eD+1eS+1eC+1eB 4 successes, 2 advantage

The droid stands tall and says, "Statement: First directive is elimination of all enemies. Master please identify enemies for elimination."

''None present, stand down.''

She scratches her chin

''Your new moniker will be Victoria. Does it please you?''

Moyr unplugged her ears and sat up on her side, shuffling her legs down together. She was not startled by his sudden presence, either because she had sensed him coming despite key senses being shut off or because she had a free pas through her personal security protocols. Looking up, she gestured toward the empty opposite bed.

"Why don't you sit down, Zeno?"

Her voice was deeper, more thoughtful. Must have been the music.

The sith-blood does so, moving to have a seat. He handed her the box that he had brought without saying anything for the longest moment (if she looks inside the box it has treats that are native to Ryloth). Then he fell back and stared at the ceiling.

"I was a drunken ass last night. I said things that none of you deserved. I have been frustrated time and again by being in a situation that I cannot stop, much like a starship cannot stop a planet from revolving around it's star. But that is no reason for me to have acted the way I did. I apologize for that. I was completely out of line."

She looked at him for a protracted moment, then smiled gently.

"Accepted. You are not your flaws but your strengths, Zeno. That you've come here tonight is enough of a proof for me."

She opened the box and smirked seeing what's inside.

"Munch-fungus rolls, truly? So thoughtful of you! You must have picked the up at the spaceport."

"I did," he said. "Before boarding. I had hoped you might like them, though I don't know your preferences for snacks." He looks over at her to see if she approves before looking back up at the ceiling.

"There is nothing I can do in regards to Zash. The holocron is better in your care. She will come at you some day."

He pauses.

"But I gave her a piece of my mind earlier. We're now both acutely aware of what we agree on and what we don't. She's not a fan of my penchant for forming bonds and considers it a weakness. Undoubtedly she'll try to train it out of me, but I've had 17 years of it being trained into me by military instructors and my father who is a Sith Lord himself. It's going to take more than what she can throw at me to give up that part of myself."

"I have a love-hate relationship with things that remind me of Ryloth."

She admitted picking out one roll. Then, she started nibbling and offered the box's content to Zeno.

"Do you want one too, Baes?"

Before the Togruta could reply, she continued, with a small smile.

"So you've stood up to her. You have my respect for that. As for the holocron, it's no longer in my care, nor any of us. Like I promised."

Zeno takes one of the snacks from the box, and takes a small bite. An interesting flavor that he did not know if he was a fan of or not quite yet.

"It won't stop her pursuit. She considers revenge a pleasure and has it out for you and Baesal. But she knows now that I'm not going to have any part of it. From her tone she didn't seem to care too much about that. But I suppose you expected that. I think I remember you saying as much last night."

"But I'm still going to learn from her. She may be extreme and cruel, but how many sith lords are not? Just sucks for me that there's problems between her and my comrades."

"But yes. I stood up to her. Told her if she wasn't willing to deal with me being me she needed to find a new apprentice. She conceded the point."

"Keep your friends close, enemies closer, and masters at the sabrepoint."

Moyr chuckled.

"You're up for a wild ride with her. But you get it right. You stand to benefit if you play to your fortes and be the first to act when the time of betrayal comes."

"It's inevitable. She has announced to the world time and again that anything is expendable," he says with a shrug. "Just gotta be ready for when she thinks it's time to expend me."

"She has her vulnerabilities. Do you know about her romance with Tremel?"

"No, but if there is one I would not be surprised if he was expendable as well. I can promise you that she is not singularly devoted," he says. "She's just as likely playing or using him as anything."

"That's a given. But Termel has a devoted son Harn who's a hell of a fighter. I think he's coming to Yavin with us on this ship."

She looked at Zeno intently, giving him time to realise how things could go with a bit of nudge.

"I do like a challenge," he says with a smile. "Maybe if we've got free time I might be able to have a spar with him." He figured she understood that he understood.

"But other than looking into Zash, have you been up to anything else of interest? Have any interesting finds or gains?"

"There's been a few. I wonder where I shall start."

She chuckled.

"Do you want to see a recent addition to my arms collection, an ancient Sith sword from the times of Ajundra Pall?"

"Sounds like an impressive find," he says, nodding yes while laying down, but rising so that he can take a proper look when she shows the piece. "Do you know if it is one of the blades that they used to channel the dark side through?"

Moyr shook her head as she reached behind her bed to produce cloth-wrapped blade. She passed it to him with both hands to unwrap.

"No, but I know it parries lighstabres. What's the name of the alloy, Baes? Cortosis?"