Towers of Steel

[Grace Darkson]

It was amazing how well she could slip through Coruscant unnoticed. Most assumed she was on Official Sith business. Others were too scared to approach. Some though, gave her a second glance. She was a new face, so it seemed, and some of the younger Sith were taking notice. More than a few glances later, she had a follower.

He chased her through the streets for a while, seeming to never give up. She wasn't sure what he wanted, and she wasn't focused enough to try and find out. Besides, that may worsen the situation. She needed an out, and fast. She could weave, try and loose him as subtly as possible. She wasn't sure if he knew she had spotted him yet. Tails were the first thing you learned to loose on Shaddaa. Finally ducking into a bar, She hoped He wouldn't follow her.

What she was looking to do wasn't entirely legal.

[member="Aravaal Dasac"]

 

[Aravaal Dasac]

Aravaal had been quite bored before he noticed [member="Grace Darkson"] although he personally had no idea who she was. She had also looked somewhat suspicious so he had decided to follow her. He had followed her a little to closely, and Aravaal of course didn't know as he wasn't exactly a spy. When she ducked into the bar he decided to wait for a moment before heading inside. He thought back on what he had been doing before in this time. What he had exactly been doing was . . . nothing. He was literally sitting on the side of the street watching people walk by. Shrugging to himself he decided it was time to enter the bar. Entering into the dimly lighted bar he looked around for the girl.

 

[Grace Darkson]

So [member="Aravaal Dasac"] had followed her in. Sitting in the back, she waited for her contact to show. She had maybe a twenty minute window here to meet up with him before he skipped to another planet. Maybe a safer one for someone like her, without selling their soul to some Lord of the Sith. A sith does not submit to a higher power. Never trust your peers. She pursed her lips, trying not to let the anger boiling up inside her show. She didn't need it.

Now seated and hidden well enough by the crowd, Grace reached out to the Pureblood's mind. Why did you follow me?

 

[Aravaal Dasac]

Aravaal spotted the fellow acolyte just as she spoke in his head. While it was strange to him it was how his mother would call out to him when he was younger. Because you were more interesting than what I had been doing he didn't project his thought only answered back in his head assuming she could hear the answer. The exact reason he didn't project his thought was he wasn't exactly sure how to do it. Moving he sat in a table facing her not far away from where she was sitting.

[member="Grace Darkson"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

She watched quietly as he sat down, mulling over what to say next. It was nice when people gave her these options. She would want to choose her words carefully. Maybe it would have been better to hide. Too late now.

And why am I interesting? She asked, trying to decide if he planned to arrest her, or if she had another admirer. while the latter would be annoying, it was better than the alternative. She didn't need a confrontation right now. All I'm doing is running errands

[member="Aravaal Dasac"]

 

[Aravaal Dasac]

Because you just are is that so hard to believe? He smiled and continued on Okay maybe you looked a little suspicious and being Sith secrets are a wonderful thing to have wouldn't you agree? He waved over a server and ordered a drink. Looking to Grace as he realized he didn't know the girls name. I'm Aravaal by the way might I get the pleasure of your name? By this time the server had returned and handed him his drink.

[member="Grace Darkson"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

His eyes met hers for a brief moment before her gaze moved on. No one had come to her table; but it did seem she was searching for someone. Who it was, he didn't know. If secrets are as good as you say, why should I trust you with my name? names had power, after all, and she didn't like giving people power over her. It wasn't right. No Sith would do that. Not willingly.

Take it up with my master if you want. She said, trying to bluff now. If she was lucky, [member="Aravaal Dasac"] wouldn't know she was lying through her metaphorical teeth. I'm sure he'd love to hear about it.

 

[Aravaal Dasac]

I would love to what's his name so I can visit him? He rolled his eyes as he thought this giving it a sarcastic air He doesn't even exist does he and I'm sure if he does he'd tell you to take care of your own business. Aravaal finally took a swig of his drink before looking silently around the bar with a bored-like yawn before finally turning his attention back to the girl.

[member="Grace Darkson"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

As he began to look around the room, she bit her lower lip. The silent conversation wasn't going as she had hoped, and [member="Aravaal Dasac"] was becoming more trouble than he was worth. Worse yet, her contact was here. He could read the signals, if he could come, she would half a half-empty glass. A deliberate system. But she had a full one, which she had hardly touched. They may need to rearrange their meeting.

Turning her attention back to the acolyte, she responded. So you want me to deal with you then? The threat may be silent, but it didn't hide her nervousness. She wasn't liking this. She had planned this meeting weeks in advance. She didn't want to wait more, and ruin the chance for the history and, more important, knowledge, that came with it. This wasn't something she could pass up.