Drifting Toward Oblivion

[Anara Valnor]

Two weeks...

Two stinking weeks and still nothing.

Amber orbs narrowed as she attempted to diagnose the problem with her engines for the hundredth time, her annoyance growing as the voices within her mind saw fit to taunt her. Among the countless souls she held captive one of them had to be a mechanic and yet that voice, a voice that could aide her, remained quiet. Oh how they delighted in tormenting her.

The only solace Anara found in their presence was how in the end they were hers to do with as she pleased. Power was a small price to pay; power and life.

Tossing the wrench in her hand aside she stood, stalking to the cockpit of her old ship. Logic told her to call James and let him know her little trip had gone awry, but the last thing she wanted was to give him more cause to worry. The man had enough on his plate; plus Anara was tired of needing his rescuing. With more of her memories intact it was becoming clear to her that she had survived so much more than most; the fact that she needed James in order to keep from having night terrors was slowly becoming a disgusting thought for her.

No...she wouldn't call for him.

Instead Anara sent out a distress signal to anyone within range. It was about time she started taking control of her life again...

[member="Braxus Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Braxus Zambrano​

Wyyrlok-Class Star Destroyer "Sovereign"​

Consumed in Darkness..​

The dark hulled ship soared through the black vastness of space whirling towards its destination even further in the infinite darkness. The Wyyrlok-Class Star Destroyer named Sovereign held a darkness in its center, deep within the confines of the ship on a restricted wing was the headquarters of Braxus Zambrano, the Herald of Darth Vornskr.

The Acolyte sat in the center of a living room and study that was part of his quarters with the lights dimmed, his eyes closed. The trip he took to Atrisia on behalf of his master albeit couldn't result in an alliance with Mythos, the King of Atrisia brought other newfound successes. A purple gem the size of a fingernail sat inside the center of a dark gold amulet fashioned in the design of many Sith Amulets of old. But this gem was different and it pulsed with power, the Valthris Crystal. Just one of the many gifts Mythos had both given and promised for the little arangement the two had set up. Braxus started his day as usual with a hard workout regimen, following the session up with a training period with the Holocron of Darth Vornskr, before focusing and meditating with his new Sith Artifact.

Braxus wore a black tank top that fitted to the rippling muscles beneath, revealing the strain of black inked tattoos that went up both arms and disappearing his chest, a strain of markings that all came back to the Mark his master had gifted him with, the sign of his divinity. Mythos was certainly right about the crystals side effects...nightmares, and a subtle paranoia that threatened to infiltrate the mind if it was ever given the chance. This wasn't the first time Braxus experienced corruption to this degree, his sanity threatened to slip as the revealed Darth Apparatus empowered him after Lujo, increasing his own strength both physically and in the force, but with drawbacks of its own.

The presence of life essence standing outside his chamber door was enough to garner the attention of the Apex Predator who grabbed the amulet and slid it on and stood up, opening the door with a subtle gesture. Standing outside of the door was a Sergeant of the Blackblade Guard that guarded his personal wing. The man only dared to step in after Braxus's personal bodyguard and champion Gorkai the Bloodgorger, a gargantuan Imperial Sentinel with an terrifying reputation stepped aside. The man walked inside and dropped to a knee "My lord the bridge is receiving a distress signal, there is a damaged ship in our trajectory path."

A damaged ship? What was someone doing out here, perhaps a pirate raid or maybe just disabled engines? Braxus contemplated just moving past the ship, but his curiosity got the better of him. Not to mention prolonged periods of inactivity aboard this ship convinced him it was a good idea, anything to get off and get moving, doing something other than sitting here training. "Reach the bridge and have them prepare for boarding action...let them know I will be handling it personally." Braxus replied, Helm in hand.

Not too long later...

Braxus stood in full gear while the ship was pulled into the hangar bay with one of the ships tractor beams, waiting patiently until the ship was safely tucked inside the bay's shielding before walking up to the doors, raising a closed fist in the air, an order for the Blackblade Guard in the hangar to hold position while the man pressed lightly against the doors and gently held his head against it. Deep within Braxus swept the ship with the uncanny Anzati senses that were often used to hunt with, a force user could cloak their presence but these senses would reveal something else entirely that couldn't be concealed, the individuals essence. Braxus felt only one presence inside the hull and it was powerful, this didn't necessarily mean that there wasn't other dangers however.

The armored and cloaked man swung his hand to the side and brought the door crashing open, he then would step inside and close it behind him, slowly moving through the hall but he didn't grab the two lightsabers on his hip.

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

She had fully expected to be left sitting for days, drifting lifeless through space while her distress signal broadcast on all channels. Instead she was pleasantly surprised when only a few hours after activating her distress beacon that she was contacted by an approaching vessel. The ship dwarfed her own, but that hardly mattered to the petite redhead. She needed repairs and trusted that she'd receive the help she needed; the person in command of the impressive vessel would be a fool to try and do anything aside from help her.

What really drew her interest to the dark vessel as it pulled her own ship into its hangar was the Darkness she felt. It was small, budding in fact, but it called out to her chaotic nature regardless. A small thrill rolled through her as she slipped from the cockpit, her senses stretching outward to listen. The Song that reached her was unfamiliar to her, but still it was a kindred spirit and her lips twitched upward.

Oh this was going to be interesting, she had a feeling.

Moving toward the loading ramp of her ship Anara paused as the distinct sound of her ship being manhandled reached her ears. Rude. Annoyance surged through her as she started forward once more, allowing her power to roll forward like a mighty wave before her. She would have opened her ship to whoever stood beyond, but to simply take it upon themselves to board her ship uninvited struck a nerve.

Still, regardless of her mild annoyance, Anara kept a hold of her power to a degree. She still needed her ship repaired and so she had to play nice; for the most part.

Rounding the corner she came up short at the being that greeted her was easily more than a foot taller than her. While she was dressed to her own tastes and comfort, the man before her was bedecked in what she assumed was his full battle regalia. A brow raised in question to his choice in attire, but as she folded her arms beneath her chest she said nothing. So the behemoth upon her ship liked to wear all manner of armor, who was she to judge? Her own style and distinct lack of armor was probably a bit old fashioned, but it simply was what it was.

Motlen orbs rolled up and down the man, her gaze lingering on his lightsabers for a moment before she met his gaze again. Her own lightsaber was in her back pocket, out of sight out of mind. As she gazed up at the man her stance shifted, her annoyance obvious. "By all means, please come aboard and break the door...It's not like my ship doesn't have enough issues," she finally commented, her power pressing against him as she challenged him.

The voices within her quieted for a moment as she sought to press the man into some form of action, her eyes shifting from his gaze to the amulet about his neck. Power, dark and deadly, whispered to her from the bit of jewelry. And the plot thickens. Smirking to herself, Anara's gaze drifted upward again, her head craned back so that she could meet the man's eyes.

Gods she hated how short she was sometimes.

[member="Braxus Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

A small part of Braxus was disappointed when the lone life form stepped into view so soon, he was hoping for a thrilling chase through the ships halls, the Hunter against a hostile life form aboard a damaged vessel. But what he had found was something different entirely, a force user of great power. A red haired woman who he stood over a full foot taller than came into view, she was short compared to his height but rather beautiful he silently noted. Braxus too eyed the woman up and down, the woman was dressed in plainclothes with no armor to be seen, and apparently no weapons that he could see, except maybe a lightsaber concealed somewhere he guessed, her force presence partially in influence in that idea.

There was a darkness inside this woman, a darkness he had felt since the ship came within range and he couldn't help but grin just thinking about it. This encounter was bound to be interesting to some degree, and the appearance of the source only served to further that belief. Braxus choked down a laugh as the woman challenged him, her power pressing against his own. "You mean thank you for hauling your ship in instead of blasting through it like an asteroid, right?" Braxus replied to her as he pressed back against her encroaching power, his own crystal helping to make such an endeavor less taxing and easier to perform, one of its many abilities that worked while it was safely tucked away on his neck. If she was going to challenge him he wouldn't buckle so easily under this short woman.

"You've taken some damage..." Braxus said as he looked past her briefly into the ship "My bridge crew ran diagnostics on the damage of your ship and have found some pretty interesting stuff..." Braxus said as he walked a step closer, sliding the helmet off of his head "What have you been up to?"

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

"Or that, sure," she shrugged, hardly impressed as she rolled her eyes. "Whatever lets you sleep at night..." His pressing back against her wasn't surprising, she would have disappointed if he had cowed down to her right out of the gate. Pressing against him further her eyes darkened a bit as she allowed her power to swell more, her lips twitching upward.

She held her ground as he approached her, but was forced to tip her head back farther. Pain bloomed in her neck, but still she refused to move. Lacking in stature or not Anara knew she could bring the man down to her level if he wished to push his luck further. Unfortunately, Anara was again reminded that she needed this man and his hospitality. Her budding smile fell away as her teeth ground together, a rough exhale escaping her.

"Damage?"

Her lips fell downward, her mind going over the possibilities that might have brought about this damage he spoke of. "Care to share or are we going to play twenty questions?" she asked instead of answering his question. What did it matter to him what she had been up to? Black bled into her gaze slowly as she studied his face, mildly surprised to see that he was rather handsome beneath his mask. Her power swelled further and the voices within hissed their displeasure with the man as the air around them grew heavy.

"Soul searching," she finally murmured, annoyance clear in her voice as she narrowed her eyes slightly. With more effort than should have been necessary Anara pulled herself back, her power slowly dropping from him. She didn't pull away entirely, but the amber of her eyes returned as she calmed herself.

[member="Braxus Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

'Good she was strong...that would make this more enjoyable..' Braxus thought to himself as he felt the womans power surge, the air in the room began to take on weight in response to the surge of strength and the anger bubbling from inside her. Whoever she was it was clear that she was trying to assert her strength in this particular situation even while the two pressed back against one another through the force, Braxus would give no quarter.

He smiled lightly "I'd rather not go into specifics but your having some engine issues I've been told, along with some older damaged or worn pieces I believe, but that's for the engineers to worry about, what is your name?" Braxus asked her.

The womans power only continued to grow in the room with seemingly no end, that was until it cut short and dropped to a normal level. The game they had been playing was very entertaining and very satisfying, he was pushing her buttons and getting the reactions he was looking for, he now knew the full extent of what he was dealing with. 'Soul searching?' "Soul searching, for yours or someone elses?" Braxus asked, he was curious about the woman, very curious indeed, "How about you come aboard my ship while I have the engineers take a look at your worn ship, and see what they can do about it?"

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

Annoyed as she was Anara was finding the man's continued attitude amusing; he was seemingly as interesting as he was attractive. Smirking she relaxed slightly, her arms dropping to her sides as she curtsied, her own attitude continuing. Where once she had been cold and void of so much emotion Anara was no longer that creature. Her memories, painful and confusing as they were, had rekindled so much she had lost, her inner fire being the most obvious sign that she was changing. Growing.

She would never be the foolish Jedi she had once been, but once more life held more meaning for her.

"Anara Valnor," she quipped, amusement dancing in her gaze as her hands found their way to her hips. "And you are?" She waited expectantly before nodding in agreement to exit her own vessel and with no outward sign she had The Siren's loading ramp begin to descend. It whined, the man's earlier abuse having caused her older ship more issues. She sighed and gave him a pointed look; men were so lacking any sort of delicate touch, especially this one.

Moving to slip by him, her petite build allowing her to move toward the exit, Anara paused once she was around him to glance over her shoulder. "My own...in a sense...Why, afraid I'm going to take yours?" she challenged, turning slightly to face him once more. He was an inquisitive behemoth, but was it for his own purposes or for someone else? The voices whispered and groaned, giving life to paranoia as she studied him further.

[member="Braxus Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Anara Valnor, my name..is Braxus Zambrano." Braxus said bowing to match the curtsie gesture that she gave him. He didn't always have to be a monster and if he wanted for the woman to stick around, showing hospitality was a start.

"We've done some damage hauling her in, so we'll fix her all up for you." Braxus replied as he put a hand on the hull, following her as she moved closer to him, her petite frame letting her easily slip close to and past his large one. After his trip to the savage warrior planet of Atrisia, and watching a rather long and brutal fight that saw the Champion of Atrisia, [member="Mythos"]'s best warrior simply pasted all over the floor in a bloody mess of pulp and crushed bone, shards of stained armor mixed in between.

Even to Braxus a constant sight of blood, death and killing could only be taken so much before he needed a change of scenery. So the sight of one as pretty, as soft as this fiery, strong willed and powerful redhead with her smoldering amber eyes was one of relief. Braxus visibly grinned and lightly chuckled as she mentioned taking his soul "Funny, but no...just a feeling I got is all, you seem...lost." Braxus remarked.

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

Zambrano? Molten orbs narrowed in thought, the name causing a strange reaction. Anger bordering upon rage surfaced and the overwhelming need to protect came over her, but protect who and what was lost to her. Voices howled for blood and she quickly looked away, brow creased as she sought to get a handle on her bizarre emotions.

Did she have a connection to this man?

No.

Anara trusted that she'd recall Braxus if she did, but perhaps she had encountered one of his kin in her lost history. With every step forward she took more mysterious arose; would it never end?

Exhaling harshly she reigned herself in and flashed Braxus a smile, a sharp edge barely hidden beneath her delicate features. "I appreciate that...I'm many things, but I've never been much of a pilot or a mechanic." She shrugged and waited for Braxus to lead the way from the hangar as she imagined he didn't intend to make her wait about for her ship to be repaired.

Finally having calmed down she laughed, lips pursed for a moment as she considered how to react to his judgement. For being so fresh to the Darkness he was very intuitive; it would serve him well as his power grew. Brushing her paranoia aside for the time being, curiosity driving her actions, Anara offered him a more genuine smile, mischief dancing in her gaze.

"Not so much lost as I'm missing a few pieces to the puzzle," she taunted, tapping her temple with two fingers before motioning for him to lead the way.

[member="Braxus Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

"No problem. It's always good to have at least something available just in case situations like this roll around." Braxus said as he followed Anara out of her ship and into the vast hangar bay of the Sovereign. In the middle of their conversation Braxus silently sent the dispersal code to the forces that were gathering, so it appeared business as usual. He brushed ahead of her as they walked through the hangar, it was his ship after all and it was only right he led the way here.

But even while he led them through and eventually out of the expansive hangar he paid close to attention to his guest and her mentioning of a few pieces loose in her mind it seems "Fate has a fickle way of doing things to us, doesn't it? Messing with you and then your left to pick up the pieces, hm?" He remarked and surmised while they walked. It seems at some point of her life something happened and she lost parts of who she was, a truly interesting concept. It reminded Braxus of his master's newest pet who started as a Jedi trying to kill him and after a few well placed memory wipes later has ended up as a pet filled with Sith and Anti-Jedi propaganda, a willing servant of darkness.

Could it be the same situation with Anara? Well she definitely wasn't new to the darkness like Seraphina was, in fact the darkness seemed to jump at her beckoned call, it gathered around the growing storm of emotions and made it clear to him that she was far stronger than him in terms of the force. Braxus's curiosity spiked with every passing moment, he wanted to spend more time with his new guest, so unbenownst to the redhead he was traveling with Braxus made sure they slowed their progress on the repair process.

"How long were you trapped aboard that ship? You must be hungry."

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

"Fate can be a cruel mistress, but we can be even crueler to ourselves," she murmured with yet another shrug of her slim shoulders. Explaining to a complete stranger that she'd wiped her own memory, for reasons she was only beginning to understand, was not something she was intent upon doing. However, with all the prying Braxus had already done Anara didn't doubt that he was going to press the issue. She could have fun with that, feed him a little bit at a time and watch the wheels turn in that big head of his.

Her heels clicked softly on the polished floor beneath their feet and her eyes dropped away from the massive man at her side to sweep over the dark interior of the ship. Was it his? She almost doubted it, but had been witness to stranger things in her lifetime so she knew it wasn't entirely impossible. No matter, Anara trusted she'd find out in time who was in charge though she didn't sense anyone else upon the vessel like Braxus or herself. Was he someone's pet?

The very idea made her lips twitch upward, but she was careful to hide her amusement as Braxus once more called her attention to him. "Two weeks," she remarked after a moment, a soft frown pulling at her lips. "I had supplies to last me much longer, but yes...I am hungry," she admitted, her frown falling away as she offered him a small smile. "Like I said...I'm not much of a mechanic..."

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

"Such is the nature of man." Braxus replied philosophically. Anara was certainly right as people have time and time again proved they can be incredibly cruel to not only themselves but to other people. In contrast life was also cruel and this world was meant for the strong, not the week.

Two weeks. Two weeks trapped aboard that ship due to a mechanical issue she couldn't fix, she didn't have a copilot or a droid to help fix the problem either. Not being much of a mechanic was one thing but being prepared was something else entirely, still he wouldn't chastise the woman for it. Braxus looked over at Anara and offered the woman a light smile "Well then, it looks like some food is in order." He replied to her while they moved through the ship.

"Everyone has their faults, and there are worse situations to be in besides being found by my ship." Braxus added as they moved down the corridors of the Star Destroyer and entered into a turbolift elevator. He immediately took them to his own private wing on the Sovereign where there were many rooms including his extravagant Chambers, a Lounge, a Dining Room, among other things on the level. Only certain individuals had access to his wing which was restricted, guarded by the elite Crownguard, and the Imperial Sentinel that stood in front of his chamber door.

Braxus took the two of them into the lounge a moderately sized room that held furniture one could expect, various couches, chairs and tables sat in the room, a perfect place to relax and entertain company. "Here we are." Braxus said as he entered the chamber, an unarmored man following in behind him who immediately took position in the corner of the chamber. "You will be quite comfortable here while a meal is prepared and your ship is being fixed. I am going to take off this gear and will be joining you here shortly, if you need anything to drink just let this man know and he will get whatever you need." Braxus said. "If there is nothing else, I will return shortly." Braxus said, and if there wasn't anything else he would indeed head out the chamber door.

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

So it was his ship, that was good to know, and Anara bowed her head in agreement, a smile touching her lips. "I would like to think so...I'm not really in the market for a new ship, but I suppose if I had too," she teased, a threat hidden beneath her words. She was being honest as she really didn't want to cause herself any trouble, but Braxus didn't necessarily need to know that. She flashed him a grin before they exited the turbolift, allowing him to read what he wanted out of the gesture.

Given their immense difference in height she was forced to walk a bit faster than normal in order to keep up with him, but not a word of complaint slipped from her lips. Braxus was aiding her and as much as her teasing and taunting was entertaining it was harmless. At the end of the day she needed the man, as much as she hated to admit it, and wasn't about to ruin the chances of getting her ship repaired. Keeping pace with Braxus, her gaze swept over the decor of the room, her interest piqued further. Whoever he truly served clearly knew how to treat their underlings.

"You are too kind," she murmured with a soft smile and appreciative bow of her head. As Braxus excused himself Anara turned away and selected a small couch to claim as her own for the time being. The material was rich and the cushions incredibly soft. With a content sigh Anara sank into the couch, but was careful to keep her feet off the upholstery; she didn't want to be seen as rude after all. Once settled she allowed herself to relax a bit, a soft hum escaping her as it so often did because when she wasn't singing then she was most likely humming.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Outfit

Subtle threats were hidden beneath carefully placed words, this woman was an artist of wordcraft after all. Braxus was well versed in such an art, along with the political double speak that often goes on. Still he liked the playful and harmless teases and taunts, it made their conversation that much more enjoyable.

Braxus walked briskly back to his chambers, pushing past the Imperial Sentinel and immediately began disrobing and getting out of the armor he was in. It would look awfully silly to entertain a guest while wearing full battle gear and wearing a hefty cloak. He chose his attire carefully as he didn't want to overdress the occasion, so a suit or a Panathan regal outfit was out. Finally he decided with a nice white long sleeved v-cut shirt that hugged his muscular upper body nicely, black slacks with a belt, and a good pair of shoes, he slid a nice gold watch on his wrist as well, and still wore his Valthris Necklace.

Finally he chose not to wear the Zambrano Signet Ring, as much as he liked to wear it he was in the confines of his own ship entertaining a guest, a beautiful one, but a single guest nonetheless. Now that he was cleaned up, Braxus called into the cook down the hall to have him prepare two for dinner in a little while. Out of impulse Braxus slid one of his lightsabers into his back pocket, hidden away. He probably didn't even need the weapon but it felt right to have it on him. After taking one look at himself Braxus left his quarters and walked calmly over to the lounge.

"You look comfortable. Would you like something to drink?" Braxus said as he walked into the lounge and walked over, sitting on the couch while giving her a reasonable amount of space, he didn't want to crowd the woman or get too close. "I took longer than expected, there were a few arrangements i needed to attend to first."

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

As Braxus made his return Anara let her gaze drift across him, interest written in her gaze. He cleaned up nicely and she allowed herself to smile softly in appreciation. "As dear as my ship is to me, she isn't the most comfortable...She's in desperate need of some upgrades," she laughed easily, the urge to stretch out upon the couch eating at her. Still, she remained comfortably seated and refrained from removing her shoes.

Braxus could easily have his men working to get rid of her as soon as possible. Those with a connection to the Darkness never did seem overly fond of spending time with one another so she assumed Braxus was of the same mindset; especially since she was clearly so much stronger than him.

Shrugging at his question she glanced over to the man he'd indicated would fetch her a drink before he'd disappeared to change. "A glass of wine perhaps?" she asked after a long moment, not entirely sure if she even wanted it, but it seemed almost rude to not order something. Brushing her hair over one shoulder she nodded, waving his apology away. "I was fine...I don't require a babysitter despite what my ship troubles might say..."

Looking away from her host she let her gaze shift about the area, brow creased in thought. Her gaze wandered across every bit of furniture and item of decor, before finally settling upon Braxus again. "This may sound a bit odd...but have you heard my name before?" she asked after watching him for a long moment, shifting upon the couch to face him a bit.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Braxus nodded at the mention of wine, 'Perfect' he thought to himself. There was a particular corellian brew he had been aging for the perfect occasion, it was slightly heavier in alcohol content but its warm, sweet taste was rumored to be delicious. He certainly didn't have to worry about if it would knock him over being of such imposing height along with his own tolerance. He only had to make a subtle hand gesture and the servant scurried off out of the chamber.

A part of him was wondering why he was entertaining an unexpected guest like this, it certainly wasn't normal for him. Typically he'd spend his time training or in recent light, meditating with the Valthris crystal and steeling his resolve against the powerful gem. But he did enjoy this, it had been too long since he could sit down with someone and just talk, despite it not being very productive. "My engineers are good at what they do, if they find it necessary I expect they might do just that, give an upgrade." Braxus replied to her as the servant returned with the bottle of wine he wanted and two full glasses, handing a glass to either one of them. "I have a feeling you might like this one, I've heard this is excellent." He said as he took a sip of the wine, savoring the taste before swallowing. it.

There wasn't too much external or internal damage on her ship as a result of combat, so whatever damage that might have been there was either caused by her or over time, and Braxus was sure it was definitely a combination of both. The darkness inside her was strong, definitely stronger than his own and something told him people didn't live very long when she got angry.

Braxus tried to refrain from staring so he'd look past her or slightly around to subtle mask looking at the woman sunk into the couch and her curves. She might have been short in stature but she certainly took care of herself, her toned body and curves told him that. Braxus smiled lightly as she asked him if he knew her "Sadly I haven't heard your name before, although I wish I had, you are a lovely woman." Braxus replied as he took another sip.

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

She took the wine with an appreciative nod, the glass raised to her nose as she inhaled softly. The wine smelled divine, but after several weeks of nothing save water she imagined that most anything would smell good. She took a small sip and as the wine washed over her tongue a content sigh escaped her; he was right, it was excellent.

Smiling she raised her glass slightly to Braxus in thanks as she shifted to sink further into the plush couch. However, as relaxed as she appeared on the outside Anara was far from relaxed on the inside. Silently she wondered how much Braxus' hospitality was going to cost her. Her gut told her something was amiss, but if that was because of her missing memories or because of Braxus remained to be seen. She hated the uncertainty of it all as well as the nagging feeling in her gut.

With her mind drifting Anara's attention left Braxus and she nearly missed his answer to her question. Blinking she looked back to him, a slow smile curling her lips before a soft laugh escaped her. "Hmmmm," she met his gaze for a moment before taking a sip of her wine, her gaze drifting away once more. "I don't think many have heard of me...but thank you," she murmured, meeting his gaze briefly once more. "I've got a feeling I've heard Zambrano before...but I don't recall you and I'm fairly certain that I would..."

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

"You might have heard it before in passing. The Zambranos are the ruling house on Panatha." Braxus replied to her question. As much as he was loyal to his master Braxus didn't want to mention him here, the name might kill the joyful mood in the air. He wondered what his master might think of him now, entertaining a stranger aboard his star destroyer so easily, so readily, it was a borderline foolish notion. Braxus searched the confines of his mind to find the answer, to find why he would do such a thing, but each time he couldn't find an answer.

"I tend to fly under the radar. Despite this...star destroyer you see. Where do you call home?" He asked her. Braxus was pleased with the choice of wine in truth, it had been reccomended to him by a colleague, and she appeared to enjoy its sweet taste. So long as she didn't reject it, whenever her cup hit a particular low level he would always keep it full after all a guests cup shouldn't run empty.

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

"Soceras," she replied, though in truth the real answer was wherever James Justice happened to be. With a good bit of her memories recovered it seemed her night terrors had waned and so she really didn't need James to keep her calm at night, but still the past two weeks had seen her get little sleep. The truth of the matter was she slept better when she wasn't alone and sharing a bed with James was...well she liked it.

The pirate had weaseled his way into her head as well as her heart, despite their combined efforts. She was a fool, her past said as much, but she couldn't shake the connection she felt with Justice.

Sighing she took another sip of her wine, the fact that she'd slept very little becoming more apparent by the minute. Being so relaxed around a man she didn't know, aboard his star destroyer, when her gut told her that his name meant something more than either of then realized, well...she was playing her part as a fool rather well.

"Onderon originally," she added, hoping to keep her mind off James as much as her exhaustion. "Forgive me...Drifting about for two weeks didn't afford me the best sleep..."