Somewhere between "Psychotic" and "Iconic."

[Avicus DuSang]

Zeltros

Time was a relentless element.

Indeed, the Dark God had mastered an assortment of elements, yet time eluded his control. Any temporal fluctuations were out of his grasp. And even if he could, what would he do with it?

The Sith Master had lived a legendary career. From warrior to philosopher. Nobleman to drug smuggler. He sat as a diplomat between the Sith and the Hutts. Sat on a council seat in the Empire.

Even sat in the throne for a spell.

Blue smoke wrapped around him as he took a long drag off of his cigar. Wearing a pair of black slacks, black shoes, and a black shirt. The Lord of Lust held a cigar in one hand, a glass of scotch in the other.

Yellow eyes ran over the occupants of the bar as he exhaled the smoke from his lungs.

From an empty table in the back, he could survey the whole establishment. Living on Zeltros made him complacent. Rarely was there danger. But there was always excitement.

[member="Nessarose deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

It was the second cantina she was attending in just as many nights. Last night's, though, had all been about fun. She grabbed some people she'd met hours prior, they hit a place, danced until morning, and many of them complained of aching feet once they left for their homes. Nessa though, had managed to catch exactly two hours of sleep before she let her duties call her back to them.

This time, all she had was a tiny piece of information, and she had to prepare.

When she arrived at the other club that night, the Sari that clung to her had been made to hug every curve of her body. To all appearances, she appeared as little more than a young teenager, soft and friendly. Yet beneath the layers of fabric, her handmaiden had hidden an arsenal of weapons, all of which the Queen of Endelaan knew how to use in case of need.

And as always, the Sith Sorceress doubted that she would actually use one of them more than once. She found him quite easily. Whoever this guy was, he was a rookie, and it was a few seconds before the two had made it to the public bathroom of the place. Nessarose had been so confident of herself that she hadn't done a thorough enough of a job, and just as he died, she could hear the little beeping sounds.

It was too late to even raise a protective shield.

The guy's corpse exploded, sending Nessa's body up against the wall, and when that one went as well, she and pieces of debris went flying into the dance area. All she could do was slow her own fall, but at the speed things were going, that didn't quite leave her the time to fix herself.

And when the dust settled, one Nessarose in clothing that had magically burned down all over save for places that were considered private, and a lot of weapons in open view, was standing in the middle of the place.

Others might have panicked in her place, or tried to make a run for it. After all, it did look like it was her doing. But not Nessa. Never Nessa. She spun around in her place, her glowy green eyes eyeing the view. And once she'd completed the first round, her mouth stretched into that lovable and sweet ear to ear smile that others had dubbed a Nessa-smile.

"Hey," she said and waved, and began to move towards the bar, realizing only now that she was limping.

[member="Avicus DuSang"]

 

[Avicus DuSang]

Silent contemplation, the Sith Lord stirred his scotch as he closed his eyes. Through the force, nearby, he felt a life being extinguished. Zeltros was always a neutral planet, a planet where war almost never touched it. But, that never made it any less dangerous. Pirates have always used the planet as a hideout. Same with drug smugglers and various other assortments of n'er-do-wells. Although it was a planet that had escaped millenia of war, murderers were hidden among the dancing bodies and vacationing outworlders.

His thoughts were interrupted by an explosion following the death, a woman being flung out onto the dance floor by the concussion blast. The heat burning most of her clothing, but he could tell she was apt in the Force. Felt it when she used it in order to slow her fall. Most of the patrons paniced, fleeing the building. A natural response. Even in the shady parts of Zeltros, explosions were few and far between. Debris landed all around the dance floor, and a chunk or two landed in his drink.

Sighing to himself, he sat up, taking a long drag off of the cigar. As the smoke rolled out of his nostrils, his eyes danced over the young Sith. Something about her aura felt familiar, close to a presence he once knew a long time ago. But from where? There had been many faces in his life. All with individual auras. So, picking a hinted one out of decades of memory was a near impossible task. Plus, he was on his second bottle of scotch, so his thoughts weren't exactly clear.

Approaching the bar, he set the ruined drink down, motioning the barkeep for a fresh one. They had about three minutes before the authorities showed up, so that gave him less than one hundred and eighty seconds to figure out who this woman was. If she were worthy of the tag "friend" or "foe", and where to go from there. Cracking his neck, he sat down on a stool, smirking to himself.

"Quite the entrance." he said, looking forward as he addressed [member="Nessarose deWinter"].