Senator of Dahrtag
The last to arrive was a server droid carrying their drinks on a metal tray. Sycorax sipped at her martini, her attention fixed on Aldric as he gave a short summary of his backstory.
“I hope that wasn’t the unabridged version,” she joked, mirroring his smirk for a moment. “I was a rebel too, although I was born right here in the good ol' Alliance. My parents weren't farmers, they were complacent fat cats who left me with a lot of money I've been using to do things they wouldn't have dreamed of." Her gaze briefly darted past him, taking notice of the gawking blonde and her clueless mate over at the other table. She and the woman were probably around the same age, give or take a few years. Sycorax stared at the blonde's emerald green dress, then glanced down at her own pale green gown, her expression unreadable.
When she looked at Aldric again with her big dark eyes, her tone had changed, losing its flippancy. "Was it a particular incident that caused your crisis of conscience, or a series of injustices that piled up over time until you couldn’t bear to lug the weight of them anymore?”
This was probably not a conversation that should be had while gorging oneself on a fifty-cred buffet. On the other hand, she had a feeling it was she who risked losing her appetite while listening to him tell the tale. Best to eat while she still could, then. She took another generous bite of her steak.
“I hope that wasn’t the unabridged version,” she joked, mirroring his smirk for a moment. “I was a rebel too, although I was born right here in the good ol' Alliance. My parents weren't farmers, they were complacent fat cats who left me with a lot of money I've been using to do things they wouldn't have dreamed of." Her gaze briefly darted past him, taking notice of the gawking blonde and her clueless mate over at the other table. She and the woman were probably around the same age, give or take a few years. Sycorax stared at the blonde's emerald green dress, then glanced down at her own pale green gown, her expression unreadable.
When she looked at Aldric again with her big dark eyes, her tone had changed, losing its flippancy. "Was it a particular incident that caused your crisis of conscience, or a series of injustices that piled up over time until you couldn’t bear to lug the weight of them anymore?”
This was probably not a conversation that should be had while gorging oneself on a fifty-cred buffet. On the other hand, she had a feeling it was she who risked losing her appetite while listening to him tell the tale. Best to eat while she still could, then. She took another generous bite of her steak.
