| E V E R L I G H T |
| CORUSCANT |
Tag:
Naivia Neryn
[Exiting]
Horus Rhyne
[Approaching]
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Were it not for the fact that she was aware that more than a few called Coruscant home she might not have put a pin so quickly into the young upstart (
Shem Spinner
) who took it upon himself to uphold the perceived law of the Galactic Alliance. A slender finger tapped on the side of her glass while she watched the interaction without shame. He would have a difficult time, challenging those present. He was obviously aligned with the light. His level of competency…
Arguable. His tongue wasn't quite silver enough to be a Knight or a Master when he was outnumbered and outgunned.
The heart of a lion and the bite of a wayward pup. The Force wouldn't save him here. Ah,
Padawans.
Everlight was….
Crawling, with them, it seemed. The slaves were in full view. Yet—It was only the whelp that sought to openly challenge the Hutt. That was telling.
There was an unspoken "
honor system" in place
(and the threat of even more violence) that allowed creatures from all walks of life to move freely. Good, bad, ugly. It didn't matter. Once they crossed the threshold of the nightclub everything was reduced to an exceedingly gray shade in terms of morality. They didn't have to like it—But they did need to abide by it.
For now.
It was good to remember, to self-soothe, that the invisible protection only extended as far as the perimeter of the building. Only, that far. Just a few meters, this way, or that.
Srina tuned the rest of the scenario out once the proprietor stepped in. His security personnel seemed wound tighter than a drum until the physical presence of his Master forced him not to act. The immediate tension had diffused—But it hadn't eased. She recognized more than most when someone was itching for a fight and it was clear that heads weren't going to roll.
Her bar-companion (
Naivia Neryn
) seemed oddly intuitive when it came to what Srina thought. The pale-skinned woman sat in relative silence while she wove a tale out of more words than there were stars in the sky. It was lengthy, circuitous, and made more than a few assumptions. Differences where there were none to be had. The Echani spoke plainly. Often, without thought, or regard to whom it might offend. She spoke the truth. Even if it hurt.
"If this is how you speak to a stranger there is nothing about you that can be called simple."
"Slavery is theft. Theft of life, theft of work, and theft of gain. It is even theft of any children that a slave might have born. I am not merely tense, Naivia Neryn.", her words were clipped with an edge of steel. She did not appreciate being analyzed, incorrectly at that, by someone that seemed so lofty and above the grime perpetuated by cultures that claimed the subjugation of another being was part of their birthright. Srina was not angry. The truth, was far worse.
She breathed before speaking again. It wasn't Neryn that invoked her ire and the Echani wasn't in the habit of punishing the undeserving.
"You may call me Srina…But I am also afraid that I am not suitable company for the experience you intend to take part in. Forgive me. Enjoy the eve."
The delicate woman pulled away from the bar as easily as a leaf twirled through a gentle breeze. There was no wasted energy in her movements. They were not abrupt, angered, nor full of anything but the intent to move from one place to the next. Naivia Neryn seemed nice enough, but Srina was her opposite.
She was a tourist. The flaxen-haired Sith intended to let her enjoy the view untainted.
It was not by mistake that she walked by
Horus Rhyne
. Nor, was it a mistake that the soft curve of her shoulder smashed none too gently into his arm. Silver eyes cut like a knife while they pulled through the lights and landed on his features without regret. The intensity that pulled from her core was palpable, though, softened with the dancing shadow of her moving toward the pulsating music with the ghostly smirk at the kiss of her mouth.
"…A thousand pardons, Mr. Rhyne."
She glanced back. He would see that there was nothing in the luminescent woman that was apologetic in the slightest. Instead, there was something else.
"Indentured servants, indeed." 
Sal Katarn
