will you sink down to me?

|| Naneti Sso Jri Qorit, Kesh ||
Keeping tabs on the remnants of the Sith factions was beyond challenging. They had scattered like small fragments of glass over the expanse of space, catching and throwing the light of stars to disguise themselves. Tracking them, collecting them in a list of tabs for a rainy day, caused her the worst headaches she had ever experienced, worse than those caused by dehydration even, but she had to keep on. For the survival of her people, it was a bare necessity. A matter of proactive survival.
The names came to her very rarely, sometimes so much so that in the in between she began to forget her purpose.
One day, after such a lull, the name of Red came into her ear through one of her informants. He gave over her comm frequency too, this tidbit of information written on a piece of flimsiplast. She didn’t ask him where he had gotten either; it wasn’t important. Instead, she virtually penned a direct message.
:: Red ~
My name is not important, not until I know you are to be trusted. I suspect you will take no offense to that, assumedly having to take such care yourself these days. For full disclosure, I’m a Sith, but something of an independent, and not as an effect of circumstance but one of philosophy. I don’t expect you to believe me, but I’d like the chance to try to prove myself to you. I think we could make great allies to each other.
~ A potential friend ::
Now to go about her day waiting for a reply.
