Crossing Paths [Hapes]

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa was doing something stupid. This was not unusual.

Most people did not go out into the galaxy alone when they headed a criminal organization, and they certainly didn't do it once a seventy million bounty was put on their heads and the Sith had declared open season on them. That said, she'd headed into Republic space. How many good Republic citizens knew anything about criminals, or would hand one in to the Sith of all people if they did? Besides, because it was so unlikely that she would be here, even if someone had heard of the orange tiger-striped Twi'lek they would surely assume there must be more than one in the galaxy, because there was no way she would be here. Which in turn meant it was safe for her to be here. Or as safe as anything was these days.

Still, she was better prepared these days. For all that she had left her two droids on her ship, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, and even left behind the small hold-out blaster behind in case she had to go through a security checkpoint, she'd been forced to learn some unarmed combat and more importantly had taken to training herself with the Force. Enough that she could likely hurt someone to an extent that she could escape at the very least.

Besides, the restrictions she found placed upon herself chafed. She wanted to do what she wanted at any point in time. To go where she wanted. To be alone or in a crowd as she pleased. She knew it was her own choices that made these things impossible, and for the most part accepted this, but every now and again.. Every now and again a Raven had to fly.

Theoretically her goals were two-fold. Check on the general state of the Republic and how its' citizens felt, what morale was like, and find out more about Armand Temi and the business he ran here.

In truth she wanted to stretch her legs. Since most of the Sith she'd directly antagonized or been antagonized by were male, it was unlikely she would find them here, even if they were infiltrating Republic space.

And below even that reason, down in the depths of thoughts she tried not to allow to surface was another truth. It was draining to have her mask on all the time. To be the ruthless Criminal Overlord all the time. To be untouchable. Unapproachable. More than an individual. Sometimes she needed an escape, even if it was a brief one.

All of which was rather complicated, but boiled down to her walking the streets of Hapes, dressed to impress as usual, but with no real destination currently. Following the ebb and flow of foot traffic, stopping to admire shops or parks as the fancy took her.

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[Connor Harrison]

Ok so suicide wasn't worth it, there was much for fun to be had playing with the mindless Hapans before anything else. Flexing the muscles of the Force he hadn't used for so long, Krius sat on a ledge again. But, not an observational tower, but a shop roof in one of the market squares.

While he looked like a hunter, a farmer even, Krius was much more and sat judging all below who caught his eye. Force users ambling along afraid of their own gift, and non Force Users acting as if they were supior. It was something that mad him sick and angry. But was he going to do about it now, spend weeks trying to find another worthless, mindless creature to mould into something superior who would then betray him?

No thanks - if he was going to find something superior, he would find it in himself this time. He was his own Master.

He flicked his finger, causing a group of small children to fall backwards into a heap. They screamed, Krius laughed.

Looking down the stall, he twisted his hand and wrapped the Force around a fruit stall, causing the wooden leg of it to list and snap, sending multiple fruits tumbling across the floor; some under the shoes of passers by. The vendor caused an uproar, Krius laughed. He called a red apple to his palm and bit into the crunchy fruit, savouring the fresh taste and juice in his mouth.

There was no rush - he had to remember what it felt like to be superior and to enjoy himself. First he would start small, but again it would be cruisers falling from the sky rather than wooden market stall legs.

The was a strong aura down through the market, and Krius looked down on the beings as he crunched the apple. A Rodian street entertainer breathing fire in front of a small group of onlookers was getting a nice welcome to the market. Krius furrowed his brow and focused on the fire. He manipulated the elements around the dancing flame the moment it came from the Rodian, and immediately caused the fire to erupt violently as he breathed it out, setting his lips and hands on fire with a bloodcurdling scream from himself and the crowd.

Krius didn't laugh, he grinned like a child who had found a wonderful Christmas gift.

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa had been paused for a moment, watching a busker of some sort, a Rodian. He'd drawn a crowd and she wanted to see why. Likely it was some idiotic talent like juggling, but for today she would tolerate such things. At the first spark of fire her interest was roused at least a little. He would be playing with it through mundane means unlike her, but she enjoyed watching the flames all the same.

Until things went decidedly off script. Sensing others in the Force was not one of Chiasas strong points. Unless it was right before her or she was actively looking, she was generally unaware of others. When someone used the Force to manipulate something directly in front of her, burning the busker and sending some of the flames out towards the crowd however..

With a snarl and a wave of her hand that was more reactionary guarding movement than anything else, the remaining flames formed into a small whirling tornado in an unoccupied space, spun for a moment and then died out.

She spun, to hell with the crowds and the civilian watchers. They were nothing and nobody to her. The immediate and logical conclusion that she reached was that against all odds there was a Sith here. Somehow they knew where she was. This was not a proper attack, this was them toying with her before a proper attack. She had been weak last time, they likely and hopefully thought she still was.

Advice echoed through her mind 'Even if you find someone bigger and tougher than you, even if you're going to lose, make them bleed, so they know they're not invincible.'.

She did not like searching. It felt too much like going out from behind her mental defences and leaving herself open to attack, but search she did. As yellow eyes scanned the marketplace, mind searched for the trail to follow back to the source of the threat.

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[Connor Harrison]

Resting his elbow on his right knee, Krius chewed the apple hungrily as he watched the chaos below. The Rodian being attended to by a couple of brave market traders, the crowd dispersing back enough to devoid themselves of responsibility but still being close enough to watch the tragic incident - perverse and predictable.

He did feel one however, a strong Force aura that was heightened since the fire show, and it was one seeming to call for answers; for blood. Krius looked down at the crowd below and opened himself to find the source...and there it was, it didn't take long for one as strong as that.

Deliberating what was about to happen, Krius tossed aside the apple core and wiped his hands, deciding to push himself up on his knees and wait for them to appear. What was this, some righteous Jedi out to keep the peace and now arrest him? Oh please let it be one of those blind fools.

Krius kept glancing over his shoulder at the stairwell that led to the roof where he was, and he reached out with the Force via his mind - the person wasn't a Jedi, the person was a she; a criminal, a vagrant and someone with fear rooted in her head. He smiled and watched the stairwell, knowing full well she would be making an appearance soon.

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Why do I bother having the best security credits can buy when I never listen to them? But oh I needed to breathe...

The Twi'lek lamented within her own mind. She'd found the source of the attack and was following it. She wished Xalus was here to do this for her, but she'd left him behind despite his explicit instructions not to go anywhere alone and here we were.

Wrong face. I am not afraid. I am danger and fury. I am a predator.

She chided herself, as she moved into a building and towards the stairwell that she'd hoped it contained. Head high and steps sure, she radiated a sense of entitlement and belonging that kept any who saw her from questioning her right to be there. Appearances were at the very least half the battle. Still, if she'd known the Sith were going to be here she would have worn pants. Or at least slightly shorter heels. Though a stiletto heel through a major artery was one way of dealing with the problem at hand.. This thought saw fangs exposed in a brief smile. She was competent, she could do this. Those who stood against her would bleed.

Still, she was cautious climbing the stairs, she did not like how exposed it left her head to whoever, whatever, waited above.

This caution, this wariness would not be apparent in her body language however. That was all pride and assuredness. As she stepped into the sun once more, her eyes immediately found the threat. A man in his prime, near human at the least, easily towering over and out-weighing her. Not that she wasn't used to being smaller than many of those around her, but her body remembered the pain it had suffered the last two times it had been in a similar situation. Oh she did not want to do this again. To hell with training, she wanted to flee. Surely she could make it back to her ship?

No. No running. I will not be crossed. I will not be harried. I must appear fearless if I am to hold what's mine.

First move then. Combat was still not her go to. Sure as she was that this was a Sith, sent to kill her and claim the bounty, Chiasa was a creature of words.

"You should not have come alone, you are not enough. Who sent you?"

The first was delivered slowly, with ice in her eyes and a slight sneer. The last, quicker, like a flung knife. Bluff, always appear strong. Perhaps he would back off.

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[Connor Harrison]

He kept watching, and he felt her before he saw her - an alluring Twi'lek, and what a stunner. A tiger skinned creature dressed to kill, and looking like she meant business. Her Force aura was spiking, like her emotional state, and it was clear she wasn't a Jedi....or....a Sith...

Krius didn't react quickly, he just looked down his nose at her across the small roof and smiled at her question. He glanced around, looking for who she was talking to knowing all the well it was him. Down below, the street seemed to simmer as quick as the fire engulfing the Rodian's face had died down.

"If you're talking to me my dear than you're mistaken about two things."

With his raised hands, he raised one finger.

"One; I am fine alone. I don't need anyone else and that makes me more than enough."

The next finger.

"Two; nobody sent me. I answer only to myself."

With a narrowing of the eyes to the Twi'lek, picturing her supple neck in his hands, Krius fought the urge to grip her throat there and then. He needed a release and she was wonderfully under-estimating him. He let the answer hang in the air.

"So. Before I do something I enjoy, care to tell me who you're so jumpy about bumping into who has the Force as a plaything, hm?"

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

This was.. unexpected. The Twi'lek was left uncertain, though her mask of arrogance stayed firmly in place. His body language and inflection all said that he was telling the truth, but what were the odds? All her relatively untrained in this area senses could tell was that he was strong, and he was Dark. Unlike him she could not differentiate the subtle nuances between Dark and Sith. The odds of a Sith encountering her by coincidence on a a Republic controlled planet seemed astronomical.

And yet... Reading people was what she did, and she was good at it. She would lay money on his words being truth. This didn't mean he wasn't a threat however.

"I am hardly jumpy."

A lie, but delivered convincingly, with a slight sneer. Convincing to those who did not have access to the Force in any case.

"And the whole Sith empire."

This was stated with a quick predatory grin and a flicking of fingers as though she tossed away something not worth having.

"Though here I am, which says something about both me and the Sith."

A slight narrowing of her eyes again. Let him draw what conclusions he would from that. If he thought her more dangerous than she was, all the better.

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[Connor Harrison]

Hands still up, Krius feigned interest at her show of confidence, which was convincing to those who couldn’t really see inside the soul of someone such as this, where the natural well of the Force inside them told the truth about how they really felt. He nodded with eagerness, again, rocking the boat as he could come across as if he was just mocking her.

"Ah. I see. Ok, and you mention the Sith? Ooh. Nasty men and women with scary magic powers and lightsabers hm."

He glanced down at his clothing and moved his hand, before looking up at her for a moment.

"May I?"

Slowly moving, one hand in the air, he pulled up the corner of his fabricated armor, hidden by some cloth, to reveal a lightsaber hilt; the one passed to him years ago by Keziah. Krius let the Twi’lek look, and then he dropped the cloth and slowly lowered his hands.

"We are more than the Sith Empire, my dear. What can they do that we can’t? Not all who carry a blade and have the Force as a birth rite are Jedi and Sith."

He cocked his head and looked at the alluring Twi’lek, sizing her up and judging what position she played in on the field of Force warriors.

"You have the Force inside you – but you are neither Jedi or Sith are you, like me."

A little smile cracked on his lips and he stepped forward and held out his hand.

"Krius Syonis."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

He came very close to offending the Twi'leks notoriously prickly pride. If she wasn't both half terrified of him, and more than pleased to hear the Sith spoken of with derision, there might have been an incident. While she knew the Sith to be terrifying threats, many of whom could easily end her life if she wasn't cunning, if she lost any of her momentum, that didn't mean she did not intend to thumb her nose at that or that she wasn't pleased when someone else did the same.

The lightsaber he chose to reveal did not make her feel any safer. This was another area she'd not had time to address yet. Oh she had a 'saber. She'd even used it. Once. To finish off something that was already down. She'd rather use a blaster, a knife, the force, tooth and claw, almost anything over a lightsaber. It was on the to-do list. When she figured out how to fit more hours in a day. Still, he did not draw it at the least.

All the same, she relaxed slightly as his words made it clear he was not aligned to any particular dogma. It was possible, possible that this was not an enemy. He was still dangerous, but perhaps he would not be dangerous to her which really was all she cared about.

The hand he offered was a calculated risk. He was still a large muscled man, and letting him get hold of her in any form was less than wise, but what was her life if not a series of calculated risks, always gambling and hoping the gains outweighed the losses? That the galaxy would be baffled enough when you claimed your hand was all face cards though they saw only low numbers that you'd be out the door with your winnings before they called you on it.

"Chiasa Kritivaas."

She allowed, slim orange hand meeting his.

"And yes, I rather enjoy my independence."

This was an understatement. This was what had started the current Red Ravens/Sith war after all. This was what had seen her climb to the Presidency of the largest criminal organization, and it was what had seen her sneaking away for a day on her own. Always independence.

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[Connor Harrison]

Shaking her soft hand gently, Krius smiled at her and nodded.

"Pleasure is all mine at the moment."

Taking back his hand and crossing his arms, he looked around at the city.

"So what have you done to annoy the Sith then? Sounds quite exciting to have done something so terrible you're now running and jumping at shadows."

He held his hands up again mockingly.

"Trust me, Miss Kritivaas, I hold nothing but an eye roll for the Sith, so speak you mind without fear of reprisal."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"I live a terribly exciting life Mr Syonis."

Came the rather saucy reply. The Twi'lek was used to a rapidly shifting environment. [member="Krius Syonis"] had gone from an almost guaranteed and immediate threat to a neutral party, possibly an ally in the space of moments. Still dangerous of course, but everything was, and if he hadn't been he'd likely have be of no use to her.

He did have a tendency to make her want to backhand him, but one had to pick and choose ones battles. He was definitely stronger than her physically, he felt like he was probably stronger in the force.. She was vicious and cunning it was true, but why start a fight when you were not guaranteed to win unless you absolutely had to?

"I run a little organization called the Red Ravens.."

Considering Nar Shaddaa itself had fallen to them, as well as several other planets, little was stretching it, but why boast when actions spoke even louder?

"The Sith were under the impression we belonged to them."

Here a grin, quick and feral.

"I corrected them."

Not that she'd had a chance to bloody them. Yet. But oh wasn't she always planning, always scheming, always preparing. Good that they'd placed their bounty, precarious as it made her life. For now she relied on stealth. Soon she would not, they'd think it stupidity because they did so love to underestimate, were so certain that everyone not of them was below them. Then, then the trap would spring. The first in a long line of.

"Do you spend all your days on rooftops harassing buskers? One killed your family in a tragic, unlikely and hilarious sequence of events perhaps?"

 

[Connor Harrison]

He pursed his lips at her enthusiastic replies - so she ran a criminal syndicate that stood apart from the Sith?

"I like it. I like that - again, the Sith assume too much, and one day THAT will be their downfall."

Krius wiped his mouth, thinking of the possibilities of what someone like he could do with others running tails around the Sith. Why stop at Sith? The Jedi would soon follow - then it would be a whole new ball game if the right players stepped up. He was one, and she was another.

As she spoke, he looked back at her and dismissed her last quip as partly it was true. Sort of.

"No, no buskers didn't kill my mother here on Hapes, it was a group of cultists who were afraid of people born with the gift of the Force like we are. They thought they could prove a point by shooting her dead before me. Sort of backfired a little because they just helped me get where I am now. One Sith Lord under my belt and countless other twisted and broken spirits along the way."

He glanced down at his body and flicked his clothing.

"Recent years have been cruel to me I guess you could say, but...I could be the player you were looking for for that little game of yours. It sounds SO much fun."

A small smile traced along his lips, a little spark of excitement in the Force came from him.

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Oh goodness, someone had killed his family, or part of it in any case. How awkward. At least he had the decency not to get all woe is me about it. Chiasa was not terribly empathetic. Not beyond the immediate current moment in any case. Bad things happened to people. If you were weak it destroyed you. If you weren't you learned from it, found some way to use it. It wasn't as if her life had been a walk in the park and she'd certainly never let it stop her. Apparently neither did he.

"Oh, I'm sure you could count them if you tried.. A Sith Lord though."

One brow rose as she and she ducked her her slightly once, acknowledgement that it was quite an accomplishment. She had.. survived Sith Lords. She had shrugged off the attacks they'd made, but she hadn't repaid them in kind. Not yet. In truth she'd not want to try herself against one yet. Not if she had the choice. There was so much training left to do, so many things to get into place just in case. While she had every intention of living as if she was immortal, she knew the odds were not in her favour and would not see everything she'd fought for crumble just because she fell.

Of course, when the odds weren't in your favour you could always cheat..

"There is always room on my team for someone with.. useful skills."

She allowed. This was getting much closer to her comfort zone. Wordplay and gathering assets. This was her second favourite game after the new one of stay ahead of and fuck the Sith. She circled him once, a predatory gesture in most cases, a decidedly different flavour when done by someone who dressed and moved like she did. She drew closer as she circled until she was before him again, one hand reaching out to brush against him. He was dressed rather like a farmer. Far more suited to Far Pando than to Hapes or anywhere else.

"Surely you of all people know to either laugh or get crueller? Change the rules. Change the game. We could have fun I think.. Give me a weapon and I will see the coming years are as.. kind, as you like."

Why not? Whatever he wanted it was likely she could provide, one way or another.

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[Connor Harrison]

With a gracious nod of the head, he probably COULD count them. But again, what was the point in living in the past. He had been hiding on Coruscant for long enough to see what the Sith could do, but again it felt…stagnant. Devoid of purpose, of reward. Once the butchers had claimed their prize…then what? Onto the next planet or system…and then what? Try to show which big bad Dark Lord had the scariest armor or biggest bloodlust? Please – their ego was larger than their whole fleet.

Krius turned his head slightly as the Twi’lek moved and talked, her unique colouring making out she was a predator sizing up a potential lover, or potential prey, to strike at any moment. He looked out towards the gleaming city as she did what she had to do,

When she circled back to face him, he didn’t show too much emotion in his face. He, after all, was in control.

"Alright. Nice speech, and I certainly think we are on the same page."

Now it was his turn to play games, to size HER up – lover or prey. He folded his arms and slowly walked around her.

"If I give you a weapon, I give you me. The Force is my weapon. I am your weapon. This blade is just a reminder of the past, not something I choose to wield. It’s a symbol to use against the Jedi and Sith."

Krius stopped behind her and reached out with the Force, trailing it around her mind softly.

"I laugh as I become crueller. Let others do the dirty work for us – we are the ones in control; we are the ones who change the rules because we can. Make no mistake, I am my own Master, but then…who said anything about playing fair?"

He walked the rest of the way around her to come face to face again.

"Give me a purpose and I’ll make sure wherever you go - " he pointed at his chest, " – you’ll have your greatest asset right next to you."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

She laughed at him.

"You thought I wanted the 'saber? Please. It is nothing. A tool. I can buy or take or have made as many tools as I please. Even the hand that wields it interests me but little. I have many bodies ready to do as I say. They too are little more than tools."

But they are my tools and I will protect them.

"What interests me is the mind that directs the hand."

This was a dangerous game she played. He was strong. He could be a threat to her, a competitor. For now he could only threaten her personally, but if she brought him in.. If she made him one of hers.. He was strong enough he might be able to wrest supremacy from her if the notion took him. All he would need was the chance to establish himself and bind others to him. Safer to leave him here to harass the nonentities.

But she needed strength. She needed allies who could stand beside her. Who did not need their hands held all the time. Who could think and act independently. Too often it felt like she was alone. Her against the galaxy. It was true to an extent, but oh it was wearying.

Still, when she first felt him in her mind, gentle or not she very nearly lashed out. Shoulders tensed and mental walls rose immediately. She had not been aware of his passive readings, this she felt. The first and last time anyone had touched her mind had been one of the Voices of the Dark Lord, and he had not been kind. It had prompted her to spend considerable time learning to shield herself from such intrusions.

Durasteel walls, thick and unbroken, scorched from past assaults rising as high as the eye could see.

She stopped herself. This was another test. Another gamble. Just as the hand had been. Relax, relax, lower guards. Just because she let him in did not mean he had free reign. There were still traps, her core, her self was still hidden.

Walls dropped, faded out into nothing.

She noted that he already referred to them as a unit. 'We'. This too could be viewed in one of two ways. Either she was doing slightly better than she'd hoped and subconsciously he'd already made up his mind, or he was trying to manipulate her. Or both. In any relationship of any kind there was never true equilibrium, one was always slightly over or under the other. It would be an interesting challenge to try and balance him. To try and gain and maintain that hairs edge advantage.

Emberli will not like it.

Came the thought from the deep, primal part of her psyche. Her intellect responded almost immediately.

Emberli has his own life, I need assets I can count on. I need help.

"Ravens have no Masters. If you like metaphors then we fly as we will. We come together in an Unkindness for convenience and company. And we never play fair, only to win."

The sharp toothed smile again, and an elegant shrug.

"So, fly as you will, or stay in your cage. I could give you purpose, I could have you beside me as I change all the rules. Or you can stay here. It is your decision, [member="Krius Syonis"]."

 

[Connor Harrison]

Krius smiled and waved away her assumption.

"I couldn’t care less for the lightsaber. What I meant was this stands for nothing as to where I stand or what I choose to follow – it’s a weapon, a tool, like you say. It’s just a stupid toy that even more stupid people associate with one of those two cretinous Orders."

He rubbed his hands together as the air seemed to whip around them, the noise from down below almost drowned out as the Force ran mental checks through his mind about the Twi’lek. Gaging her posture, her tone, her covert flicks of the eye, wrist, hips. Was she spinning a web to snare him or simply laying down foundations for him to walk on.

Probably both.

"Ok then."

But, where was the fun in playing things safe? It would keep Krius motivated, keep him alert and ready to release the beast that was dormant if pushed too hard.

May as well see what the galaxy had to offer him, and if he liked the look of it then it was exciting enough to think he could help himself to a slice of the chaos and equilibrium he felt his kind deserved. The others below him without their gift would be expendable assets.

"Tell me where you roost, and I will make my way there and you can show me your nest. How’s that for a metaphor."

Krius turned to her a little more.

"Let’s go a shake things up and show the players the rules have changed again shall we?"

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Cretinous orders.. He seemed to like them even less than she if that were possible. Good. Of course the ire he divided between the two she spent solely on the one. Jedi were misguided, but could largely just be ignored. She had no immediate fight with them, and they generally had other things to think of than criminals. Though if they knew how much she wanted the leader of the Galactic Republic dead as well.. But that was neither here nor there.

She stood steady as he whipped the winds around them, considering from his posture. When he agreed in two simple words a rush of ferocious joy rose within her. This was not a pawn, this was something else all together, a special surprise for those who arrayed themselves against her. She would need to be careful, he could easily turn on her, but the risk was worth the potential gain.

Risk everything. Dare everything. As the saying went, better to live one year a tiger than a hundred as a sheep. Her destiny had been plain on her skin since birth.

"Antecedent, Nar Shaddaa, I split my time between the two. Golden Nautolan on Nar Shaddaa, Dragon Palace on Antecedent."

The Casinos. They had other planets, other holdings, but those were the heart of the Ravens. Antecedent and the Dragon Palace was where they'd really become big time, but there were so many memories tied to there. So many allies no longer around, for one reason or another. Sometimes because they were no longer allies. The Golden Nautolan was better in that respect. Less heavily fortified, but with fewer memories, fewer strings.

She would make sure he was expected, watched for. She didn't want him either hassled by security or skulking around without her knowledge. If he wanted to fly he could roost with the Ravens. Whether or not he saw her nest.. That was something different all together, but she would deal with that when it became necessary.

"We shall. They'll have to learn they're not even playing the right game anymore.. As you say though, better to show than tell."

This was said with laughter colouring her words. It was always good when you weren't just a step ahead, but had already won the race and your enemies didn't even know.

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[Connor Harrison]

And just like that, the galaxy had changed – and billions of people didn’t even know except for these two on the roof above Hapes

"I’ll find you Chiasa, don’t worry. I’ll get to Golden Nautolan as I’ve seen that place before."

Krius felt good. He felt alive – from wanting to take his own life, he felt a new life was about to start and it would be oh so delicious to watch grow and see what these Ravens were all about. He nodded, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile at the idea of what would unfurl before him.

"The Force has brought us together to show a new game plan, and them out there aren’t going to know what hit them."

Once more, with purpose, he held out his hand to the Twi’lek.

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"No, they are not."

She agreed, again with that quick feral grin that was all predator as she took his hand once more, much less hesitantly this time. The decision was made, the deal was struck. This could well be an avalanche, she might wind up broken beneath it, but she was willing to bet she could ride it out. Perhaps even steer.

"I've dallied enough I suppose. The game waits for no one."

She released his hand and turned to leave, looking once back over her shoulder at him.

"You know where I'll be.."

A slow smile was paired with that statement, before yellow eyes snapped ahead once more, chin raised, and the Twi'lek was off. Hapes had been meant to be a break, but fate worked in interesting fashions. Something had been accomplished. A goal she hadn't known she had had been fulfilled. Now it was time to go.

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