And you are? (Tahira)

[Arage Bao]

Aboard the Redemption​

[member="Tahira Solo"]​

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The space station was lifeless save for a single soul, it was Jared Ovmar the metaphorical Lord of the Structure. Droids buzzled about throughout the derelict and made sure it stayed operational, making repairs and checking up on status reports by the sensor arrays. It was how he preferred things to be, an organic crew was less efficient and in the grand scheme of things spies were a real possibilities.

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Not even considering the amount of time the Sith Lord would have to interact with them, it wasn’t that he was a recluse or a hermit, sometimes he just needed some alone time. Away from the hectic life of Politics and Corporate games, such times he spent here far away from all that nuisance.

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Smoke rose up from a cigarra perching on the Sith’s lips, as he was reading fervently through a new report made by one of his people, seemed there was a new development going on in the Corporate Sector… would have to check that out next time he was there.

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Mild music played throughout the room, a bit of the classics really.

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Life was good.

 

[Tahira Solo]

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

The music in the room crackled and skipped, fading in and out. The smoke from his cigarra swirled unnaturally around his head. Her disembodied voice whispered behind his ear.

"You can't hide from specters, Jared Ovmar."

The music stopped completely.

 

[Arage Bao]

The Sith Lord took another tug from his cigaro, before he deemed her worthy of a response, though he kept studying the newspaper in front of him during said response.

‘Theatrical, dramatical… I approve, ten points for the scary Specter.’

Another tug was taken before finally letting it rest on the ashtray.

‘Can I help you, miss...?’ once again Ovmar spoke, without looking at the invisible woman whispering in his ear. ‘You seem lost.’

[member="Tahira Solo"]

 

[Tahira Solo]

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

An icy-breeze prickled down the back of his neck.

"I am right where I need to be." Voice sounded farther away and further back. The lights in the ship's cabin dimmed.

There was a pause with enough time for Jared to potentially think she was gone.

"Having a conversation with one of the men that killed my husband," voice boomed behind him, close once again. "The real question is, Jared, are you lost?"

Ethereal-form flickered to life. She looked the same as she had that day in the ballroom.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Tahira Solo"]

Ah.

So that’s who you are, missy.

I removed my eyes from the newspaper and looked over the apparition slash ghost slash whatever the hell she was supposed to be. It seemed that ‘I will return more powerful than you can ever imagine.’ was a real thing and not just some silly boast in a fictional novel, oh well. Can’t have it all, I wondered what she was doing here though - hoped she wouldn’t try the ‘redemption’-spiel, if there was one man for who redemption was a little too far too late… it was me.

‘Quite lost, yet that ain’t the question you should be asking.’

I took another tug from the cigar.

‘The real question you should ask yourself is… does this lost, wayward son want to be found again?’

 

[Tahira Solo]

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

The smoke from the cigar immediately disappeared as soon as it was smoked out. Her form flickered but her focus remained on Ovmar.

"Jared. You and I both know I'm not the one to answer that question. What are you running from?"