Derisive Umbaran
[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
As quickly as she had come, the Walsh woman left again. Walsh. That name sounded familiar. Like it belonged to a starfighter pilot he had kidnapped and ransomed successfully for a million credits worth of precious gems. That had been so long ago now, the gems having been sold and the money being spent, but he couldn't help but get nostalgic for it. Nowadays one million credits wasn't all that much. He embezzled roughly the same amount every ten days back when he was the Emperor. Now he had no need for embezzlement. His private enterprises, Viceroyship, and his payroll from the One Sith were more than enough to sustain him. Now that the Deputy Healer was gone, Adekos was prepared to sit back down. He had hardly finished turning when the Twi'lek woman he recognized from the Red Ravens snuck up on him and locked arms.
His response was one of muted surprise. "Oh, my."
Darth Adekos didn't really like being crept up on like that or grappled in such a manner without prior warning. Sure, he had mentally complained about the bowing, but this was just silly. Fortunately, he knew better than to ignite a diplomatic incident by backhanding her and acting indignant. Not that he really minded such close company to a shapely Twi'lek in a tight dress. The Umbaran hadn't been paying attention to the conversation between the Twi'lek, Lasedri, and the Hapan man, so this was all very out of the blue to him.
"I don't suppose I know you?"
As quickly as she had come, the Walsh woman left again. Walsh. That name sounded familiar. Like it belonged to a starfighter pilot he had kidnapped and ransomed successfully for a million credits worth of precious gems. That had been so long ago now, the gems having been sold and the money being spent, but he couldn't help but get nostalgic for it. Nowadays one million credits wasn't all that much. He embezzled roughly the same amount every ten days back when he was the Emperor. Now he had no need for embezzlement. His private enterprises, Viceroyship, and his payroll from the One Sith were more than enough to sustain him. Now that the Deputy Healer was gone, Adekos was prepared to sit back down. He had hardly finished turning when the Twi'lek woman he recognized from the Red Ravens snuck up on him and locked arms.
His response was one of muted surprise. "Oh, my."
Darth Adekos didn't really like being crept up on like that or grappled in such a manner without prior warning. Sure, he had mentally complained about the bowing, but this was just silly. Fortunately, he knew better than to ignite a diplomatic incident by backhanding her and acting indignant. Not that he really minded such close company to a shapely Twi'lek in a tight dress. The Umbaran hadn't been paying attention to the conversation between the Twi'lek, Lasedri, and the Hapan man, so this was all very out of the blue to him.
"I don't suppose I know you?"