Naniti
Character
"They say there are more games of Chess than there are grains of sand." Naniti picked up a piece and moved it on the board. "Of course, they count the games no one would ever play. And it doesn't take into consideration knowing your opponent."
A man in his sixties sat across from the Togruta dressed in Alderaan finery. The movement of his hand was slow and practiced rather than rushed to action by the woman's moves. "And you think this significantly reduces the probable moves an opponent will make?"
"Even battlefield commanders have preferred strategies. Moves that have worked time and time again." She placed another piece. "It also helps when you know which one they'll pick before they do."
A soft grunted accompanied her statement. "Such a skill would make the game less interesting to play. Victory would be as hollow as defeat."
Bright blue eyes met dark rings for a moment. "Not when the board is a mile wide yet the pieces remain the same." Gave her a migraine just thinking about it. "And the stakes have never been higher."
"No," he rumbled, "they have not. It is about time, isn't it? We can resume the game next time." Recalling the placement of the pieces wouldn't be difficult. Naniti had an appointment to keep; she'd made it clear at the on-set. Whether the Sith was somehow reading his mind and anticipation his actions or not, the game was challenging enough to warrant a continuation another time. If anything, he'd have to try and discern whether she spoke the truth... and how one went about doing that.
With a nod, the violet woman stood to her feet.
They'd been playing in one of Alderaan's large parks. Where she needed to be next was deeper in along the green fields, but within walking distance. It was an opportunity to meet up with
Lysander von Ascania
for something less formal. Always better when it didn't involve butchering people. Plenty of that to go around; a little time alone to kick back and relax didn't hurt. They'd earned it.Dressed in white, she observed the way the people seemed at ease. They were good at hiding it or hadn't quite realized what was afoot. Whatever the case, it made her life easier. Better atmosphere than Coruscant where everyone was trying to undercut one another for positioning and favor. Naniti would prefer the sequence of events not follow the path where the planet was set on fire as well. Not to spare the people, of course. Who cared about them? It was a nice planet. Not packed full of people, full of sand or industry... Covenant could do with a place that was drowning in war. Not that the Covenant's leaders were the sort to want a mansion overlooking pristine forests.
She hoped Lysander had something special in mind today. On the other hand, Naniti would be fine with just a stroll in the woods with him. Not that she'd tell him that so he didn't pamper her a little. Man knew a thing or two about being romantic; all she had to do was give him the opportunity to show it.