Little Talks

[Feena]

Spira


Spira was perfect this time of year. The oceans blue like the skys, the beaches smooth and white. Near by, a beautiful, exotic-looking resort hotel waited for guests to return after a day on the beach. It was the kind of place where even the reluctant vacationer could sit back and relax.


The sun was still high in the sky when Feena made it out of the hotel at last. She had been so reluctant to come to the beach on the first day, afraid of how she would handle it. Was there such a thing as 'too sick to have fun'? Honestly, she would rather be curled up in the hotel room with a book. Away from everyone.
She didn't even really choose to take this vacation. She wanted to stay working. But she had a massive amount of paid vacation days saved up over the years, and nearly everyone that spoke to her was bugging her to take time off.
So here she was now, dressed in a deep purple bikini she had entirely forgotten she even owned, a black sarong wrap around her waist and a white sun hat. In one hand she carried a giant beach umbrella. On her other arm, she carried a beach bag filled with the essentials: Sun screen, towels, medication, medication, more medication, any work that she could do on her datapad (which wasn't much) and a small bottle of something she was absolutely not supposed to drink with her medication, but Kark it all, she was on vacation! She could do whatever she wanted!

Once she found the perfect spot, she set up the umbrella, spread out her beach towel and lay down.
@[member="Keter"] was probably somewhere around. He would find her in time. For now, she was going to pop open that bottle and have a little taste of freedom.​

 

[Siqa]

Spira. One hell of a vacation spot. And I needed it. Needed time to relax from all the training, all the missions for the CIS, everything. I'd forgotten what it was like to actually just sit down and relax. Thankfully Spira was the best place for knowing what that felt like. Id left a note to my master about where I'd be if he needed me or to contact me whatsoever. I just hopped either nothing would come up or someone else would jump in before he got to me. I really felt like I needed this. I'd only been there for a day but I knew it was time to start with the beach.

I walked down in a decent black one-piece suit with sandals on. I big bag under my arm with a towel and a few drinks. Almost felt like a normal person for once. I noticed an umbrella out among the few other I'd seen. I felt it best to say hi to this person, hoping they wouldn't worry about seeing a Sith Pureblood out here. As I came closer I saw them pop a bottle of what I knew was a decent drink, making me smirk at their taste.

"Hey there." I said, walking to the side so they;d see me. "Mind if..." I stopped when I realized who it. was. @[member="Feena Mason"] the fraking Archon of the CIS. I almost dropped myself and took a step back before saying "Uh....sorry if I'm bothering you at all, sir. Uh, ma'am. Madame Mason." I didn't know what the hell to do.

 

[Feena]

Ma'am. Feena was seeing a flash of red- or maybe it was just the skintone of the person in front of her.

"...Nobody calls me Ma'am," she grumbled, pulling the cork from the wine, "Makes me seem old. Mrs. Mason will do."

A Sith pureblood. Fascinating to find on the beach. She'd never met one before! How interesting! And this pureblood seemed to know exactly who she was too, which told her that she was either from the confederacy, or she just had a fascination with healing. Something told her it was the former.

"Well. Sit down. What are you waiting for?"

@[member="Siqa"]

 

[Siqa]

"Uh...thanks." I said, finding her reaction a bit odd. First she told me not to call her ma'am and then she wanted me to sit down with her. Didn't know if I should be worried or not but best not to upset the leader of the CIS. I put my stuff down before laying a towel out and sitting down, my knees up to my chin as I just waited to see what @[member="Feena Mason"] would ask of me. Though part of me started to wonder if it would be anything I could answer without getting a littler nervous.

 

[Feena]

"Sith pureblood, hm?"
She asked that as if she were just casually asking about the weather. The thing about Feena was, while she had been raised with all the tact in the world, she was too smart to bother showing it. Who honestly enjoyed guessing what the other person was getting to? Best to be blunt.

She reached into her bag, dragging out a wine glass.

@[member="Siqa"]

 

[Siqa]

"Yep. That's what I am." I answered while trying to stay positive enough while speaking to her. I was about to ask before I saw the wine he pulled out. "Classy." I noted out-loud at the fact she'd brought wine while I'd just brought beer. Then again she was the type who could afford it more than I could.

@[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Feena]

Feena just nodded at her response, entirely ignoring her comment about wine being 'classy'.

"I've never met one before," she stated, "how interesting."

Without another word on the subject, she brought out two glasses. One had been for her husband, but he really wasn't much of a drinker anyways. Without even asking if she wanted some, she poured two glasses and handed one over to her.

"I don't drink cheap," she commented, taking a small sip of the honey colored liquid.

@[member="Siqa"]

 

[Siqa]

I had to admit she was persistent but at least nice enough. I nodded before taking one of the glasses and, not really caring much, gulped all of it down. "No you don't." I said in answer to her saying she didn't drink cheap. Given how it tasted it was probably worth more than any weapons I carried with me. I brought the subject back to m being Sith Pureblood by saying "You really wouldn't see any like me unless you go into Sith territory. Not like I'm planning to go back anytime soon." I commented while looking at my empty glass.

@[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Feena]

"Oh? Why not? I hear it's lovely this time of year."


Her reply was not even remotely sarcastic. Perhaps the Sith pureblood was expecting her to be repulsed by the idea of the Sith. Even the religious views of the Sith did not bother her. It was just another way of being.

@[member="Siqa"]

 

[Siqa]

I was surpised by her reamark, giving her an odd, look, before shrugging and saying "I'm not exaclty wlecome back there. Just to let you know I'm a Sith Pureblood who actually didn't WANT to be a Sith. I didn't want to live by thier rules and live the life they were saying I was detine for. I want to help people.....not rule over them." I looked back towards the water while saying "So I left. A Sith Pureblood who actually denied her heritage. Crazy, I know."

@[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Keter]

@[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Siqa"]

Keter had been busy calling up Barnabus and making sure he was keeping an eye on his daughters. The Sith commando, Keter's clone, and the droid from his retinue were all taking the greatest care of his two daughters, freeing up him and his wife for a vacation they desperately needed. Right after this trip, Feena would spend some time with the girls. They needed it, badly. But until then the blond took care of everything to keep their trip smooth, to keep Feena relaxed. She needed her rest, a chance to recover her strength before facing her girls.

The blond smiled as he stepped out into the sunlight, still clad in his typical tabard and bodysuit. The heat was of no concern to him as he strode across the sand in his boots to where he knew his wife was. The beauty of them both having implants meant they could track each other over small distances. His red eyes whirred as he noticed his wife had some company, and he slowed, unsure whether to interrupt or not. He knew how fond his wife was of making friends...

 

[Feena]

Feena smirked and took another slow sip of her wine, gazing out at the calm water.

"Not so unheard of," she shrugged, "I was born to inherit the title of Countess. If things went the way my parents wanted, well, I wouldn't be here. Instead, here I am. I would say... I did considerably better for myself."

Out of the corner of her eye, she recognized her husband in the distance. With a wave, she called him over.

@[member="Keter"] @[member="Siqa"]

 

[Siqa]

"Yeah....guess I did too." I said before notcing she was calling someone over. I looked and saw as the man approched, I not really sure who he was. I stood out or respect anyways and gave a little bow when he arrived, waiting to see who he was and what his relationship was with @[member="Feena Mason"].

@[member="Keter"]

 

[Keter]

@[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Siqa"]

He saw his wife's summons and stepped forward, taking his time to enjoy the sight of her in beachwear. It had been a while since he had been able to enjoy such a view. The blond smiled as he nodded a greeting. "Well, good afternoon," he said politely, inclining his head to his wife and her guest. What formality. Feena was a true stickler for the rules. Almost the opposite of him in truth. "I trust I'm not interrupting anything?"

 

[Feena]

"Nothing at all, Darling," she answered, eying him a little disapprovingly. What was he wearing? Didn't he have something a little more beach appropriate?

"This is my husband, Keter Mason," she introduced, "Keter, Darling, this is... A pureblood Sith. Isn't she fascinating?"

She smiled and gave the girl a wink to let her know she was joking.

"Actually, I'll be honest, I don't know her name yet. We only just met."

@[member="Keter"] @[member="Siqa"]

 

[Siqa]

I gave a little huff and a smile when she winked at me. I did not realize it myself but I had not given my name yet so it was an awkward situation. Even more so since this man was the husband to @[member="Feena Mason"]. I guess he must not have held as impressive a title as "Archon" or else I'd have known. The beauty of titles I guess. I turned back to @[member="Keter"] and said "Sorry. Forgot to give my name before. I'm Siqa." I bowed again, saying "A pleasure to meet you, sir."

 

[Keter]

Keter tilted his head at his wife and smiled. Yep, making new friends. Just like old times. This holiday was already helping her relax. He bowed at the waist to the Sith. "A pleasure to meet you Miss Siqa. What brings you to Spira?" he asked politely, noticing Feena's frown. Probably at his attire. He wasn't used to exposing much skin outside. Childhood habits and all that. Exposed skin on Hutta blistered quickly. If you were lucky.

@[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Siqa"]

 

[Feena]

Siqua? Interesting name. Not one she'd heard before. And she had heard a lot of names. Probably A Sith name. This vacation was bringing a little of that old spark back, finally! She was finding an interest in things again!
Or was it the fact that she had taken her pain meds and they had kicked in by now?
Or the wine.

She took another sip, smiling at the two. She wondered if Keter had noticed her drinking, or if he would even try to stop her if he had. She never let him know that she wasn't technically allowed to drink while on her medication. It was a fact she was more than willing to keep to herself. Besides, those warnings were standard. It wasn't like anything was actually going to happen.

 

[Siqa]

I basically shurgged at @[member="Keter"] and his question before saying "Just trying to take a day for myself really. Needed some time away from all the CIS busniess and all so I thought, why not come to Spira. Decent place for relaxing. Apparenlty you all had the same idea." I smirked with that last comment as I indicated himself and @[member="Feena Mason"] behind me. I was starting to feel y swimsuit ride a little but I didn't exaclty want to fix it in front of the Archon and her husband, the one time I was actually trying to stay classy around someone. Guess my peircings and hairdue didn't exaclty help any better.

 

[Keter]

Keter nodded, still smiling. It tended to put people at ease in his experience, and this Siqa intrigued him. He had read about purebloods before but they were extinct to his knowledge. Still, to ask about that would be rude and Feena would hit him for such a faux pas. "Well, it was my wife's idea. I was thinking of Naboo myself but she twisted my arm until I agreed." Literally. Feena was good with words, but when it came to her husband, sooner or later it devolved into mock fighting. She was fierce like that. The blond shook his head to clear the memory. "So, here to tan as well?" he asked idly, glancing over the woman. The red skin made him think no, but it didn't seem polite to ask something like that directly. Besides, there was something nostalgic about her. Probably the look. The hair cut and piercings - like many of the youths of Hutta beneath their protective gear. Curious.

"I hope you don't plan on drinking and swimming dear," he stated to his wife, levelling his red eyes at her, his smile becoming a tad serious for a moment. SO he was being protective, he was justified.

@[member="Siqa"] @[member="Feena Mason"]