Merchant

[Riamah]

With the door once again opened for Ra to trade again, she had set out to learn more about some of the worlds within the present Commenor influence. One of the Sev Tok was consistently having natural disasters. While she did not really expect to get much business from them, the aide she might provide would help.

A call had been sent to her requesting certain goods for the purpose of recovery and she could help out with that. Her own ships were stocked with items of this sort since she was also helping the Coalition recover from the attacks of the sith. Those attacks which had caused her to sever all her ties with them.

She answered the message and requested a location to be made to drop off the supplies. Once that was done, she set her fleet on its way.

The journey went well and without hitch. Arriving at the designated time, the shuttles were loaded with the goods requested and she went down to the planet with them.

No longer having to keep the fact she could use the Force secret, she openly wore her saber hilt on her belt. However, she still kept her alignment hidden and portrayed herself as a neutral apprentice. Even though she didn't call herself sith any longer, her alignment was still darker than most people might want to do business with.

Climbing off the shuttle as it landed, Ra took out a datapad with the information needed for this transaction and waited for her contact to meet her.

[member="Virak Ip"]

 

[Virak Ip]

"Ra'a'mah Numare! Now there is a face that I haven't seen in a long time. As beautiful and glorious as I remember."

​The approach of Virak Ip was heralded with a gruff and somewhat warm greeting, although those that might be able to see beyond the mask of a gruff Representative of Sev Tok they would perhaps see the cunning gleam lurking within his amber gaze as, upon recognising who it was that had come to meet him, Virak sought to put her on the back foot immediately, to sieze control of the situation for himself rather than leaving him at her mercies. It had been a long time since he had last since set eyes upon Ra, since from before his time as Virak Ip and when he was Darth Lykos, and he had no idea how she might behave now. Her alignment was hidden from him, he could recognise that, but what was hidden behind the Neutral disguise was beyond his knowledge. However, what he did know was that when he knew her last she was vicious, beautifully deadly and certainly not someone that he wished to have against him.

​Approaching Ra dressed in a fine suit, hands clasped behind his back, Virak's head was tilted to one side, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he slowly approached with confidence. At his side, dressed in a suit, although one with obviously less finery, was a dark haired and dark eyed woman, datapad in hand that she was rapidly tapping away at as the pair. "How about we get this deal sorted with quickly and retire to somewhere with more privacy, my dear? I'm sure there's much that we have to discuss."

Turning away from Ra to face his assistant, his voice dropped slightly, the Force wrapping around him so that Ra would not be able to hear what was said. "Keep your guard, Kali. Ra'a'mare, last I saw her, was a Sith Lord and I truly doubt that her heart has softened all that much. If need be, strike to kill. Above that, though, she knows who I was, so I want all recording of this meeting neutralised and acceptable audio to be inserted." Catching the faint nod, the Force drifted away from the pair as Virak turned to look over the goods being unloaded. "Kali here is someone more than capable of ensuring this transaction will go down without a hitch." Turning to face Ra he quirked a smile, a deadliness stirring behind it. "Perhaps we could retire now, if you also have someone you can trust to ensure this matter is seen to. I can't wait for out conversation." The threat behind his words would only be heard by Ra and Kali, the workers bustling around them hearing an old friend greeting someone he hadn't seen in a long time.

@Ra'a'mah​

 

[Riamah]

The former sith and corrent merchant had no idea what to expect when she was greeting by Virak Ip, but never in her wildest thoughts did she think something like this would happen. The voice was from a memory of a meeting that happened a few years ago when the Dominion was on its deathbed. This man had given her choice...join or die. He had been sent to kill her, but instead recruited her to the sith.

That threat of death no longer held her, but the sudden feeling her day of reckoning might be here now did cross her mind. If that was the case though, she would already be dead. Narrowing her eyes at him, she wondered what he was after. Did he know what had happened to since they last met?

When he asked if she had an aide or somebody that could finish making sure everything was in order, she raised a hand and a woman down off the ship.

"This is Kiandra and will be able to do everything."

His tone was not missed on her, but she gave no outward reaction to it. Master of the poker face, her skill would be tested today.

[member="Virak Ip"]