The Dark Academy on Korriban

Moyr dressed conservatively, put her lekku behind and sat against an empty wall before clicking the request to connect with her informal mentor on Dormund Kaas.

There is a brief delay and then a holographic image of Darth Jadus forms. His mask in place and just as intense as ever. His voice smooth and refined as he speaks, “Moyr, as I live and breathe.”

“My time is sadly not infinite, get to the point and quickly.”

"Bien sur, Lord Jadus. I have secured extensive information on Lord Zash's research as well as her less known and somewhat unusual aspirations and habits. I can readily upload them to this channel. Is it something that you may find potentially interesting?"

If there was a man who fully deserved her deference, it was Jadus.

“Yes, that could be potentially useful.”

Jadus adds, “Deliver the data to my office on Korriban.”

"Once you come here, or in some other way?"

“Deliver it to Cipher 4 on Korriban, they will make contact with you.”

“Is there anything else?” Jadus asks with his usual intensity.

"Only that I am progressing well on the path to be Sith. Thank you for your time, Lord Jadus."

“I will be on Korriban in two standard days time, we shall see how far you have progressed,” Jadus says before the line closes.

She turned silent too. She had compiled the data a while ago onto a small data chip that was now hidden behind the tape to her ankle. She then slipped quietly out of her room and headed where Jadus had pointed her to with utmost caution, avoiding stumbling upon anyone.

[Stealth if needed]

OOC: Average Stealth.

...and something went wrong with her usual ability to venture unnoticed.

Stealth: 1 failure

Ensign Veers clears her throat and says, “I am sure this isn’t what it looks like. Right?”

"All is in the eyes of the beholder, Ensign."

Moyr stepped out, smiling pleasantly.

"Is there a breached protocol here, or just your alerted sense of the suspicious?"

“It really depends, I find an alien slinking, ahem, strolling along and then she gets nervous that I am talking to her. What am I supposed to think?” she says with a shrug.

"Nervous? Hardly. Old habits die hard, is all. I bet you have access to my files, there's no reason to pretend that I am someone else. Moyr Ahaya."

Moyr tilted her head, keeping up a pleasant smile. She gave Veers a once-over.

"You could offer me a drink at the Cantina, or at least company for the rest of my stroll. Well, unless you're tied to the post and cannot do as you please. We could reschedule."

[Charm? Deception?]

“I’ll pass,” she says dismissively.

“A lightsaber,” she gestures and adds, “so elegant, but you are not Sith yet. So tread lightly, and do stay out of trouble. Maybe I should escort you to your destination to keep others from getting suspicious.”

"Graduation comes when it comes. I am not going to wait for the last moment to secure all the trappings."

Moyr nodded in small acknowledgement of Veers' point.

"I might go see how my Mandalorian friends are doing. They are not too much trouble. I am sure the'd enjoy a visit of not just one but two beautiful women. Are you sure it's a pass from you, Ensign? When are you off-duty?"

She does not seem impressed by the idea of Mandalorians and says, “I respect their warrior culture, I do not much care for the actual people. There are far better warrior cultures out there.”

“May I see the saber?” she adds since the aspirant seems so intent on being buddy, buddy.

"But of course. I can perform a small demonstration. Wouldn't training grounds be a more lawful and appropriate place though?"

She rested her hand on her on-thigh holster, brushing the 'record' key on her hand scanner as she did so.

“Did you make it yourself? Is that not a test of you students to make your own lightsaber?” she asks cordially.

"Like those who flaunt ancestral ones found somewhere? Or those who have been awarded crystals today because because I broke the spirit of the slave revolt? There are tests, and there are ways to override them and be apparently successful no less. But mine is actually original."

Moyr replied in sweet voice.

“There is no single path to power,” Ensign Veers says sweetly.

“You seem rather bitter that others have benefited from your actions, is it not all for the good of the Empire?”

"Indeed there is no one way to Power. I forge my own. Still, all are filled by Passion and Strength."

Moyr caressed the black hilt in a nearly sexual way.

"And I harbour no resentment against freeloaders. There is no fairness in the process anyway. I like my hate focused, undiluted and ultimate."

Another sweet smile, wider.

"While the good of the Empire is what I will ponder in greater depth once I am a powerful Sith. Right now I focus on succeeding here, gaining freedom through the Dark Side of the Force."

Veers listens and says, “Interesting well, if you really want an inside track on the path to power, find me. I know things that could help you and you my little alien beauty, need all the help you can get.”

“You can go, I don’t really about care whatever you are doing.”

"This is an interesting offer, even though I don't like to rely on others too much. I'll consider it, Ensign."

Moyr smiled after a moment of thought.

"Besides, there likely is more to you than meets the eye."

She then threw her hood back onto her head and slowly wandered off, seemingly toward the Mandalorian encampment in case she was followed.