Storm

[Zesiro]

She needed to get away for a night. Let her hair down and make a short return to her old days. Those were when she was free to wander around and hang out with rather unsavoury people. Pirates and worse. So that is what Zesiro did.

Donning a black top and pants, they were not as revealing as they would have been in the past, but they left very little to the imagination. That is how tight they were.

Walking to a corner, she stopped and looked around. In the sky, it was cloudy and the air smelled heavy of an incoming storm. Shaking her head, she struck off in the direction of the nearest cantina. Knowing her luck it would be filled with Jedi or some such other light-sided group and they would sense her Force ability.

Just as she stepped inside, the clouds broke and rain started coming down. Shutting the door behind her, Zesiro turned around and ran right into the back of the person in front of her. A woman a few inches shorter than her, but one who did not appear to be one to mess with.

[member="Ashara Evanaris"]

 

[Sick Cycle Carousel]

Ashara was in need of a much needed break, over the past few hours she had submerged herself reading an ancient text. She was in search of a deeper knowledge of the force drain ability. After long hours she had just scratched the service of draining the force out of the living.


It wasn't out of necessity that gave her the urge to visit this particular cantina, The Sorceress wasn't the type to associate with these type of people. Honestly she kept to herself, Ashara rarely went out on occasion unless it was to her benefit Today was different she went on a wim if at all else she could torment a young mans mind, if she felt the need he deserved it.


Feeling the urge as always she felt the need to put on her provocative self, even though the forecast called for rain. She was wearing her usual combat shorts, with her leggings attached through clips around her thighs.¥On either side she had two concealed fibroshivs neatly strapped, with her lightsaber clipped to her left hip. She wanted to bring her whip, but decided to use her better judgment.Her top was short, revealing much.


Masking her herself in the force making it difficult for unfriendly eyes to sense she was a Sith, although by the way she carried herself One who had studied could point her out.Ashara wasnt to worried,Her senses hadn't picked up anything she would have to worry about. Until she had her first encounter. The women ran right into Ashara


Nearly out of impulse, out of reflex, summoned the force, gathering energy to push back who ever it was. Quickly as it surged through her she stopped, Ashara disnt want to bring unwanted attention to herself, her aura gave off the effect she was a force user.Another reason why.


“Hello my dear” Ashara spoke wistfully The women was nearly four inches taller than her, she hoped it wouldn't progress into any type of confrontation.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Going quite pale when the woman she ran into started gathering the Force around herself, Zesiro stumbled backwards. Not wanting to get into any sort of scuffle that would draw any attention to herself, she was glad when the Force feeling subsided in front of her.

Looking the other woman up and down, she felt she was almost looking at a mirror to her past. Even though they were roughly the same age, this other woman dressed much like she had when she was much younger. When she didn't know what she wanted in her life and fell in with the wrong kind of people. At the moment she had been picked up by the Galactic Empire, her life had turned around.

Some might say they were also the wrong type of people, Zesiro was happy with them. She suddenly wondered if there was any sort of connection between herself and this other woman. Something about her...told her they had much in common. Just exactly what it was, she did not know.

"Hello, so sorry to have bumped into you. The weather outside turned nasty and just started raining."

Zesiro might be royalty, but you wouldn't be able to tell that from how she was acting. Plain and simple, she was feeling like a coward at the moment.

[member="Ashara Evanaris"]

 

[Sick Cycle Carousel]

During the force incantation, she felt something quite peculiar, a sense she had somehow been connected to her. She knew that may not have met personally she would have remembered her. Possibly a connection with her family, who are now long past, it was no secret the Evanaris were loyal to the Jen Ari empire, often they were emissaries dealing politics and commerce between an assortment of factions.


Although Ashara at times was not not very social, an area of life she needed to work on. Besides she followed her instincts tonight bringing her here this evening. Following her reasoning, she was Intrigued why another force user.


“Ashara” She spoke her name first, to the point before carrying on.


“I reacted, I would like to do without any disturbances tonight,” She spoke sounding relaxed.
[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Who a person was or wasn't loyal to had little interest in Zesiro as long as they meant her no personal harm. When Ashara gave her name and mentioned she did not wish to have any disturbances, it made the blond happy.

"I might have reacted the same way at some point. Those days are in my past though. What brings you here?"

A server droid came up to them and since they were chatting together offered to take them to a table. Looking at it, she nodded and invited the other woman to join.

"Makes sense and pleased to meet you. I am Zesiro."

Leaving off her surname and any titles she might have, the way she carried herself might indicate she was something more than she appeared to be.

[member="Ashara Evanaris"]

 

[Sick Cycle Carousel]

Even Sith Knights can have feelings of awkwardness, Ashara usually strayed away from being social activities unless it served a purpose to her. She did not expect to meet someone and engage in some sort of entertaining conversation. Her hidden agenda was to meet someone she could well pratice certain force abilities on, clearly that plan had been cyboshed.


Following her Zesiro Ashara sat across from Zesiro.


“Give me a stiff drink” She regarded the droid.


“I came for the drinks”,She lied ofcourse.

“Why are you here,?” Straight and to the point mine.as well get the first handful of questions out of the way perhaps a few more cocktails would loosen the sith up and draw her out of comfort zone.
[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

It was nice to be treated like a normal person for once. After living for a few years on Kesh as its queen, the people there treated her with respect when all she wanted was to be normal again. When Ashara asked what brought her here, Zesiro had to give it some thought. Ordering a drink for herself, she went on a paid for both their drinks without thought to the money.

She didn't spend a great amount, but being a leader did have some benefits. Money was one of them. To give Ashara the truthful answer would probably sound like a lie and she shook off that thought mentally.

"Same reason you are. That and to see just what is going on around here."

[member="Ashara Evanaris"]

 

[Sick Cycle Carousel]

Ashara furrowed an eyebrow, only if she knew why she was here, this conversation may have ended completely different. She felt strange she had never had someone pay for drinks, she usually ended up force dominating ro make them pay. She could usually foresee how situations would end, this time her senses were clouded. “well it doesn't look like there is much going on.”Ashara simply stated.”[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

"On a Core world such as this? It would be very surprising that nothing is going on."

Zesiro might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but common sense was something she was picking up. That told her something would be going on here. Just not at this particular location.

Her voice had some humour in it and she had a slight smile on her lips.

"Want to go get into something after these drinks?"

A very blunt question, but it held so many openings.

[member="Ashara Evanaris"]