The Spy Who Was Left Out in the Cold (Siobhan)

[Mirien Valdier]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

In the weeks prior, Mirien's life had been turned upside down. Everything had changed. The reality, a woman with no place to call home anymore. Thrown from her nation as if she was just trash on the street, meaning nothing to them any longer. Now force users within Atrisian space were hunted, captured, and killed. They were not welcome any longer. The queen of the force users, of the secret group that had kept the planet safe for hundreds of years, none meant nothing. At least not in the same sense it once did. Her Inquisitors, most made it off the planet alive. Most. A few deaths had occurred, and she'd known that reality would be the case once everything was in motion. Her instincts had been perfectly correct.

Now left to her own devices, no longer having every move watched and questioned, she had some questions of her own that needed answers. Dreams kept coming, vivid and more real with each passing day. Each felt more and more like memory, remembrance of something long ago lost. Her life was her own, and taking that freedom it was time to search for the one thing she never had. Her past, twenty years of it. Waking in a cold icy sweat, she felt a pull so strong it could not be ignored, a planet came to mind. "Alderaan." She whispered to herself as she sat up.

Leaving the warm bed behind, she walked down the chilled corridors of her ship heading for the cockpit. It was time for a change of course. Sitting down in the cockpit, she quickly altered her previous course and changed the destination. Something called to her on Alderaan, and it was time she found out why the planet kept pulling at her within her dreams. Perhaps it was nothing, but maybe there was a tie to her past left there that the Imperials missed.

With everything set back to autopilot, all that was left to do was wait. Heading back down the hallway, she returned to her bedroom laying back into the bed, though no matter what she tried there was no sleep to be found. Her mind racing with thoughts and possibilities of all that waited upon Alderaan. Time passed quite slowly for the brunette as she laid there staring at the ceiling. After what seemed like forever, a simply alarm alerted her that she'd finally arrived at her destination.

After making proper arrangements she landed upon the planet below, and quickly left her ship behind as she let her feet do the leading. They seemed to remember this place, but for the life of her, for never recalling visiting this world. her body seemed to know it well as it navigated her to an entertainment district, all feeling so familiar, but Mirien couldn't help but feel completely at a loss for why she felt this way. Deja vu hardly even described covered the feelings. None the less she let her body and that strange feeling she'd once been here, a lot.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]

Lo, and behold, Illyria, the dread goddess of death, witnessed the confusion of the mistress of shadows, who had done her part to provide her with souls of the wicked to punish, and so in her grace she commanded one of her angels to descend down from the heavens to grip her tight and raise from her from perdition!

Actually the truth was a good deal less melodramatic and more pedestrian, though it owed a good deal to Siobhan's flair for flashy and wholly unnecessary dramatics as she descended down from the sky, probably mustering more grace in the act than she usually did in her daily interactions. At first she was but a blip high up in the sky, a tiny spec barely visible for anyone upon the ground, but gradually her form solidified as she swept down with great speed, before she used her powers to slow her descent as the ground raced before her. Moira would have noted in her memo that Siobhan was an unrepentant showoff and desired attention, devotion and adulation. Someone less interested in showing off for the sake of it would have simply walked or driven a speeder - there were plenty of those after all! Force flight was energy-intensive after all, but she was not that sort of person. She was also quite insistent that she did not need wings to fly.

Her long black duster dramatically billowed behind her in the wind, her dark brown mane was whipped by the strong breeze that came her way, though the strong wind failed to engulf her, rather she seemed to make it bend to her before her feet finally found purchase upon solid ground and she landed in the entertainment district. Needless to say her antics had gained her quite a crowd as people presumably here to find a place to party stopped and gazed upon her, the exact nature of their looks varying, some having taken holopics. Needless to say this was exactly what she wanted.

She brushed away an imaginary spec of dust from her coat and removed a stray lock of hair from her face as she gazed across the district, bright Neon signs everywhere, raunchy holographic ads beckoning any visitor into dens of sin and pleasure. Oh, and some theatres and the sort as well, if you were into that sort of thing. So far Alderaan had not impressed her that much. To be sure the planet itself was a beauty to behold and she would not mind going on vacation here with Tegaea - as much as she loved Naboo and Dahomey, sometimes a change of scenery was good to spice things up.

However, the people were just annoying or rather seemed to have their heads in the clouds. Siobhan was the exact opposite of a history buff but she recalled that almost a millennia ago the planet had been blown into millions of tiny particles by the planet-destroying superlaser of a moon-sized battle station. Somehow it had been rebuilt, though she knew not how. Perhaps it involved the use of space magic. Regardless, one would think that this dramatic event, not to mention the fact that Coruscant had just fallen to a small elite group of Sith terrorists, would spur the people into action and make them less...annoyingly pacifist.

If you want peace, prepare for war - and war was raging. However, it appeared they were still stubborn as she had discovered during certain business negotiations regarding the sale of sophisticated military hardware and the provision of contractors as military advisers. It had tried her patience a great deal though she had discovered that some nobles at least were more pragmatic. Of course, behind the honeyed words and polite smiles she knew that many of them still looked down on her just because she had not been born with a silver spoon in her mouth but actually worked her way up together with Tegaea. Bail Organa's illustrious pedigree and refined table manners had done little good when Grand Moff Tarkin appeared on his battle station to perform an exterminatus purely to prove a point though.

No matter, business was over for today, now she was intent on blowing off some steam. She got out a small compact mirror from her coat pocket and examined her shapely but viciously scarred face. A finger, the fingernail delicately manicured, rubbed across the side of her face absentmindedly, tracing along a scar that went from her cheekbone down along the edge of her jaw - one of the many presents the wars had given her. Too many battles for her to remember where she had gotten each of them. Her lipstick was still perfect though! She closed the mirror and put it away as she sensed...something in the distance, Force senses flaring up.

The sensation she felt when she was close to someone of great power, the feeling of a potent Force Signature. Of course, Alderaan was home to Jedi, though she tended to not interact with them a good deal, something that would presumably change with the new Sith war. Perhaps this night would become more interesting than she thought. Her own Force Signature was clear for all to sense, ablaze with primal power, her aura radiating hunger. She shrugged and then started to walk on, though she remained alert, stretching out with the Force in an attempt to trace the presence, though that was not her strong point. The night was young, so many clubs to visit, sights to see...and enjoy.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Walking through the crowds Mirien had kept her clothing simple. Nothing more than just a simple red tank top, a pair of jeans, with a hint of makeup. It wasn't anything too special but at least it was comfortable. Sure as hell beat wearing a uniform any day. Thankfully there would never be another uniform in her life if she had her way about things.

As she kept letting her feet do the walking, Mirien too sensed a powerful force presence nearby. Soon, there were whisperings among the people on the streets that someone had just flown down from the sky to land safely with ease. A bit of a smile came to her face, for she knew who this must be, as there was only one she knew with that kind of skill. All thanks to a file Moira had given her before things went to hell on her home world. Siobhan Kerrigan, it had to be. There was just no one else who was that bold, who'd put on such a show.

Unfortunately, being so wrapped up in her own world, letting her body do the leading and trying to listen to it, she'd missed that event. She shook her head slowly only thinking to the amount of energy such a thing would require. Something she'd not want to try and experience personally, even if she was gifted with telekinesis.

Given the fresh circumstances, all the things that had happened back home, Siobhan was not a being she worried about. There was too much else to think upon, to worry on. And still that annoying feeling of being pulled here still. Her mind trying to wrap around memories that were locked so tightly away, hidden so deep within her head where nothing could reach them. But that didn't some the feelings of familiarity.

Sensing who she was nearly hundred percent certain was Siobhan, getting closer now. Her own awareness spread out around her, to help pinpoint the woman. There was a possibility of perhaps friendship, an ally? Or maybe they would both just kill each other. All options wide open, but curiosity was now doing the walking as she followed her senses.

Soon enough she was rewarded with a view of the warrior, turned exarch, turned business woman. Even with the scars, she couldn't help but think her good looking. Knowing about most of what the woman had been through just gave Mirien a high level of respect for her. Not everyone could walk through the fires of hell that many times and come out on top, still breathing and seemingly not doing too bad for herself.

While not exactly here to party and enjoy the night, only following where her dreams and the force was drawing her, she couldn't help but wonder what the woman was like. As what was written on flimsi was not always the same thing as getting to see and interact with the being themselves. A small sigh followed as she thought how best to introduce herself. Feeling it might be a little creepy given all that she knew, if she was not careful with her words. And the last thing she wanted was to make the situation uncomfortable. Not only that but it would lead her to questions she really did not want to answer.

Finally getting bold, Mirien approached slowly with care to make sure her force presence was known and to come from the front, plainly visible. While simply dressed as she was, she still carried a couple weapons that remained hidden, out of sight. Her saber strapped to one ankle, a small hold out on her other. Not exactly the best place for them but there was a reason she never showed her saber openly. Not only was she not that great with it in her eyes, but it often drew unwanted attention. Further more, extra attention anywhere could be the thing that got her killed. She just a spy left out in the cold as far as anyone knew, very few knowing what she really was, and all she'd done. It also left her with many enemies to deal with on her own, alone for the most part.

Now within talking distance, just less than three feet from Sio, Miri finally spoke, "From what I heard you put on quite a show. All the people are talking about it." She said with a soft smile, and for once a warm tone in her voice, none of the ice she was used to showing the galaxy. "Quite impressive to fly with the force alone." Stepping a little closer she extended her hand, "I'm Mirien, and you are?" Despite knowing the woman's name already, Mirien was going to let Sio introduce herself, not the other way around. No need for anything strange this early on.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]

Siobhan sensed the coming of Mirien before she stepped into view. Probably a testament to the potency of her Force Signature. Then the woman was plainly visible to her organic and bionic eye alike, though the weapons she carried remained out of sight. For her part Siobhan was rather lightly armed by her standards, just her lightsabre on her hip and a concealed hold out blaster, much like Mirien in that regard as far as armaments were concerned. The file the former Grand Inquisitor had received from Moira would have contained a rather detailed assessment of her usual combat tactics and skills. Of course, Mirien would have probably already gotten a detailed report about those given Siobhan's appearance during the battle of Atrisia, when she had duelled a Dark Master in the sky above the Imperial Tower and later helped chuck Lucrehulks.

Brute force telekinesis of the ridiculously overpowered variety along with a liking for heavy duty explosives and bolters, often dual wielded. Sometimes combined with force lightning if she had gotten into enough of a rage. Her skill set was rather limited and was mostly devoted to meting out punishment, though she had become skilled at shielding herself with the Force. In the use of her abilities she was admittedly rather unoriginal, operating on a if it ain't broke don't fix it principle. But the things she could do...she did really well! The file contained little on her duelling skills because the truth was she seldom used her lightsabre, Moira would infer that her ability with it would probably have atrophied due to that.

The look Siobhan gave the brunette as she approached her was like that of a predator assessing the potential danger the stranger posed, ready to pounce if needed, probably sensing that this one was not prey but one of her kind as well. Siobhan could respect power though. One might even say that in a way she was attracted to it. She seemed to be scanning her for hidden weapons, trying to gauge the stranger's presence within the Force. At the same time there was something else in her look as she cocked her head to the side. Presumably Siobhan would also sense the darkness that was its source of the power, unless this writer is mistaken. If she did then she probably would not care much, not like she was light side. Unless you were a Sith but then she doubted one of those would approach her for a chat. Unless they were of the suicidal variety, in which case she would happily oblige.

"Thanks. I do enjoy a good show. Took a long while to learn it, but there's something...liberating about flying," she said smugly as the woman spoke up. "Mirien...that's a nice name..for a beautiful woman. Does it have a surname to it? I'm Siobhan Kerrigan. Nice to meet you." She took the proffered hand and shook it. Siobhan had a firm handshake, but then she had been a soldier. The assessing, probing look in her eyes remained, but her tone was warm, devoid of guile. There was a certain tone in her voice when she said her name that suggested she expected people to know just who the person who bore it was. Siobhan did have a bit of an ego after all and could be rather haughty when the mood hit her. "I can sense you have...certain powers of your own as well." A thin smile curved her lips.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

"Oh don't we all." She said with a wink, "Given what it would require... One can only imagine the efforts put into learning such a talent." Lastly, a small nod to the brunette before her. "I think though I'll stick to fighters and the like. Feels, safer. Plus I do like to scare the poodoo out of who is flying with me." Her eyes lighting up at the last words, truly something she did love.

Mirien blushed slightly, "Thank you." Looking away just for a second or too, she thought of hiding her true name giving a false last name, but knew just as everyone in the galaxy was concerned there was very little at all under her surname. Very little information at all, for the most part just barely existing at all in some sectors. "Valdier, it's Mirien Valdier. A pleasure to meet you Siobhan."

Her smile faded at the last question, "Sorta. It's a complicated story by far. If you'd like I can share that tale over a drink. I'll certainly need it with the complexity of the situation." She sighed, "I'm no Jedi by far, not a Sith either. Just fall somewhere in between, whatever you'd call that." A shrug followed, not really a story she liked to tell. For herself she was limited to instinctual skills, muscle memory of saber combat, though telekinesis came most naturally of everything else, perhaps the strongest skill she had, and with some training she'd learned to give and take memories but really beyond that it was all she had.
For her part, there was still twenty years of her life that were missing, that she might never find. In that mess of memories locked away, was her training as well as many other secrets that she may not take kindly to discovering. Though something told her that Alderaan had been in her mind for a reason. Perhaps the memories were working back into her mind through her dreams and feelings by placing her in familiar areas. Places that her body remembered but her mind still failed her. With some luck it might be the start of learning who she really was, who she had been, and the life she used to lead.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]

This writer recalls that Ms. Valdier was able to make herself invisible in a thread involving a rather foolish admiral with a ridiculous coup plan.

In response to Mirien Siobhan laughed - genuinely. "Well, I like to live dangerously. Got to have some thrill in life." She noticed the very brief hesitation before the brunette divulged her last name, but if she thought anything about it she made no comment on the matter. "In between? Well, welcome to the club then, Mirien. Sith are pure scum that need to be wiped out to the last without mercy, with few exceptions Jedi are sanctimonious hypocrites when they're not being wethennish and ineffectually pacifist," she gave an unladylike snort at that, proving that while she love to dress like a 'lady' she would probably not act like one. "Fortunately I ditched the latter a long time ago. A certain redhead gave me an offer I couldn't refuse," she said fondly, smiling at the memory.

Much might have changed in Siobhan's life, but her hatred of Sith remained a constant, though it seemed to her that she was a predator running out of prey worth to hunt. Then again, somehow a lost sect of Sith had managed to wholly bypass Coruscant's presumably substantial defence and take the planet solely by seizing the premise of the Jedi Temple. The Jedi were fighting Sith again and she respected that, but beyond that she cared nothing for the Order and its constant vacillation about its mission. The list of Jedi she actually liked was rather short, such as Phylis Alince, Coryth Elaris and Boolon Murr.

"I was just thinking of inviting you for a drink. There's a good club over there," at that she pointed a bit further ahead to a presumably high-class club that should provide good drinks and entertainment. Siobhan was an unrepentant party girl and had intended to enjoy the night after all. Beyond that the brunette was...interesting...and there was always the possibility of something more.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]


"If it counts my life has been nothing but danger. Can't say it was always enjoyable. But there were some days...." Truly smiling, as her mind drifted briefly to better days, the best of times, even if they were ever so rare. "Really good days... Days I'd not trade for anything in the galaxy." Except maybe for her missing memories, that something she'd give everything, including her life to have again. Though there is probably some irony in that considering the her past.

Something about Siobhan, Mirien was just getting drawn to, be it power, her ideals. There was just something about her that she couldn't put her finger on. The night was young, and much potential. Perhaps she'd figure it out before the evening was out. "Sith," She hissed, that something she completely agreed upon. "Mere insects deserving to be crushed underfoot." All she could do was shake her head at the thought of the Jedi "Jedi, either they decide to wage war on half the galaxy for mere fun, drowning millions for the sake of saving a few lives ... Or they sit holed up in temples pondering the meaning of their little finger. Worthless for all that I've seen of them." Clearly, force users that didn't fall in the middle she didn't feel were worth much at all.

"A redhead, really now?" Her curiousity peaking a little bit. For all Mirien's ordinary-ness , there was something about redheads that just simply attracted her completely. "Must have been some redhead to pull you away from the worthless finger ponderers."

As Siobhan pointed over to the club, for a moment Mirien cocked her head trying to recall if she'd ever been in a club. Even bars were rare, drinking mostly at home if the urge struck. But considering all that had happened, drinking, forgetting more recent events felt like a good thing. Perhaps something she needed. "I honestly can say, I don't remember the last time I've been in a club, or bar for that matter." Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at the admittance. "Let's just say I've not been out much .... in the last few," She paused notably, "Years."

Brushing the thoughts of how much time she'd spent behind her desk in recent times, she smiled again as the pinkish hue started to fade from her fair skin, "I'd happily join you. Was actually worried for a moment that'd you'd say no." Oddly enough, for all her ice queen nature within the Inquistion, outside that world she could at times find herself a bit lost. Even more so when it came to asking someone to drink with her, and other social protocals. Suddenly not feeling as powerful, Mirien was starting to realize that there were still some things she wasn't perfect with, and still much to learn. Getting used to the civilian world clearly was going to take some time.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"The Jedi beat the Sith Empire as they should have, only half the time they can't make up their mind about doing it and so they happily went along with traitor Ijet when she preached peace with them. They should have stuck a lightsabre through Matsu's gut after Manaan though if their Code is actually supposed to mean anything. That Coruscant fell to a small Sith remnant with outdated old Empire and Clone Wars era ships is just absurd," Siobhan said bluntly. She had not been there for the battle of Ahto City, but seen the holovid about one third of the city being sunk into the ocean. As for Aleidis, she regarded the woman as a traitor for making an alliance with the Sith after Metalorn.


"But better the Republic than 'Fringe' and its Sith friends. It's a nation by monsters for monsters, just with good publicity," she added practically. Long as the Republic did not try to export 'democracy' to Kaeshana she preferred it to some of the alternatives. At least the Republic seemed to have finally gotten decent leadership when Popo became chancellor, as weird as thinking that of a Hutt felt. She could not even remotely say the same about the Protectorate.

At this stage Siobhan could not know that the Jedi council would decide to sentence Matsu to being stripped of the Force and locked in a Rakatan mind prison. Ayden would sell trihexalon and the Red Queen to the 'Jedi Master'. Of course he'd claim it had been about destroying those dangerous weapons of mass destructions!


"A very special redhead. Got swept off my feet and married her. Tegaea Alcori. Former Lady Protector," her tone suggested that she expected people to know just who that was. Moira's profile had noted that Siobhan...did not take it well when people did recognise what she saw as her wife's evident greatness. Likewise that she felt rather sour about the lack of recognition and sheer ingratitude for all her efforts in Protectorate space - and regarded the 'Lord Protector', who denied that Tegaea had ever been ruler, as a pompous fool.


In response to Mirien's adorable flush at the admittance of not having been in bars for a long time Siobhan laughed. "Pretty woman like you has been deprived of fun like that for such a long time? We'll definitely have to correct that," she gave Mirien a one-over, a smile curving over her lips. As a Mistress of the Order of the Torch Siobhan was obliged to help! "You'd look...very good in leather." Likewise the profile would have noted her relentless pursuit of physical pleasure and constant dalliances, which had been the fodder for the tabloids during her time as Exarch. Many of the reports about her affairs had amused Siobhan, but those that speculated about her marriage being on the rocks and her being unfaithful to Tegaea had deeply upset and hurt her. The fact that most people would not understand the, ahem, understanding with her wife did not seem to enter her mind.
Regardless she took Mirien by the arm. "Then let's go, hun," and guided her towards the club. As they entered the blaring music assaulted their ears. It was what the young kids considered hip these days. The club was rather large and posh, with a big dance floor where guests were demonstrating their more or less considerable dancing skills, all indulging themselves in the rituals of Baachus. Comfortable couches and leather armchairs served as seats for those less acrobatically inclined.

Attractive and scantily clad dancers, usually of the Twi'lek or human species with some Zeltrons, gyrated acrobatically on poles, demonstrating amazing feats of reach and flexibility, which sometimes earned them a credit chit being stuffed in their thong by lusty clients. Presumably the dancers were of the disposition of possessing negotiable affection, as sometimes one them disappeared into a backroom with a client. Muscular bouncers were positioned in the club to keep order. For her part Siobhan deftly guided Mirien through the large hall until they reached the VIP lounge. From here they had a...good view. The music would also be less overpowering, and thus they not need to shout to make themselves heard.

She removed the long coat she was wearing, the so called Kerrigan Coat, made out of the leather hide of the Lotek'k, this Galaxy's version of Cthulhu, which she had helped kill. Driving a freighter-sized tentacle through the enormous skull of the skyscraper-sized beast and thus impaling it had been most satisfying. Obviously she had switched the fear-inducing aspect of the coat off via a droplet of her blood.

Beneath it she was wearing a red leather blouse, the materiel hugging her waist while at the same time accentuating her breasts. A strip of tanned, but scarred skin peeked out between the blouse and a pair of hip-hugging black leather pants, the sleek leather proving flattering to her hips and tight butt. "Make yourself comfortable." Siobhan sat down upon the comfortable leather couch, a pretty waitress soon came to take their orders.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

"Fair point, at least that managed that one problem. But it's about the only time I've seen them do anything worth their time and efforts. Got a major headache out of my way." She nodded as Siobhan went on. "Honestly, I'd have preferred they just sliced her head off. Would have made me feel better about the whole mess." Then she burst out laughing, "They what? ....." Silence followed for a moment as it took Mirien a moment to wrap her brain around that last statement. "How in the worlds does one do that? It just takes a small amount of brain power to outwit clone wars tech. Maybe just a couple brain cells at that rate." Seemingly stunned as she could only shake her head on that matter, no more logical thought really followed.

She sneered at the mention of the Fringe. "Don't even get me started on that set of individuals."

Mirien actually smiled brightly at the statement. Granted details she already knew but details that seemed to warm her frozen heart to hear them stated aloud. "Well I must say, belated congratulations on that one." Even she one for marriage if it was right for the couple. But she could not say she'd even be the type for marriage herself, even with a certain understanding between said parties. She loved the freedom too much, believing no one was out there that could love her in such a manner as to not lock her away.

Mirien looked down sheepishly, "I know, a bit unbelievable if I do say so myself." Looking back up, she could only smile, honestly happy for the first time in a long time. "Well, leather is such a beautiful choice, the right amount of sexiness with a little bit of power sprinkled in. One cannot complain about that." Something about the way she spoke, told a tale of personal ownership of a few leather pieces herself. Though she didn't state it outright, she didn't need to. The light in her eyes growing steadily with excitement of the possibilities that awaited her. Everything in the woman's profile had given her enough details to piece a few of the woman's more outside the box extra-curricular activities, such that just might be in line with a few of her own.

More than happy to let Kerrigan do the leading now, feeling a bit out of place as they approached the club. Just inside, Mirien seemed to pause, eyes flitting about the room trying to take in all the delicious sights and sounds around her. Never could she recall seeing a place like this. After a brief moment of taking in everything her eyes could see, only then did she seem to come around and snap out of the memorized state. Instantly falling back to her instincts, her eyes instantly flicked to note the exits in and out, and anything that could be considered a makeshift exit if she needed. Some habits just didn't die.

Only now as they entered the quieter section of the VIP area did Mirien's eyes come back to Siobhan. The coat, beautiful and odd had intrigued her, making a small note to ask about it later. There had to be a story with such a piece. Still feeling out of place, the brunette could only nod and smile as she took a seat.

The stunning red leather seemed to catch her attention as she finally gave Sio the once over, "Quite beautiful I must say. You, and the leather." She added with a smile and a wink, just to clarify what was in her mind.

"So this is a club.... Can't say I remember ever visiting one of these ... Ever.


[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]

"It's been all over the news. I guess the Coruscant defence fleet was asleep or something. Somehow blowing up the Temple was enough to take over the planet. I hear the Sith's archaic fleet is getting a beating over Carida though," Siobhan commented before they moved on.

Mirien did not have to state things outright, for while Siobhan was probably not the sharpest lightsabre in the box she could put two and two together. She also caught the gleam of excitement in Mirien's eyes. The night was young and to her it promised interesting possibilities. Mirien would be well endowed with knowledge from Moira's profile and undoubtedly her own observational skills, though there were some things that even the human replica droid did not know about Siobhan, but we are getting ahead of ourselves. Likewise Siobhan noted the clearly strong distaste Mirien felt for Fringe. It felt like having found a kindred spirit.

She did note how Mirien's gaze seemingly took in the entire club. Either she was a terribly good actress - well, she probably was - or she really had not been in one in ages. Fortunately as a member of the Order Siobhan was sworn to help and would thus aid her in rectifying that. Siobhan did take notice of the exits, though perhaps with less focus.

At Mirien's compliment she smiled very broadly. Siobhan had a considerable ego and she was quite susceptible to flattery, especially since she had a high opinion of her looks. Besides, it was nice to be appreciated! Especially by a woman whom she had been checking out. "Why, thank you. I like looking good for...fun nights like this," she said with a wink, probably not even attempting to be subtle since she would fail at that anyway.

"Really? I find that...hard to believe. Beautiful woman like you would have all the girls lining up in no time," Siobhan chuckled slightly at that. The waitress asked for their orders and she turned to her. "Whiskey for me please. Whatever my friend wants. I'll pay," she spoke before Mirien could respond.

"Of course, Lady Kerrigan," the waitress responded. This was probably not the first time Siobhan had visited the club. "Would you be interested in the special? We have an exquisite selection." she asked with a sly wink. It probably did not take a genius level intellect to figure out what she meant. "We could have a dancer sent up to you."

"Perhaps later, thanks." Siobhan would give Mirien time to order whatever she wanted to drink before addressing her again. The waitress would return soon with their drinks. Apparently service was prompt. Or at least it was if you were one of those categorised as VIPs. Life on top had its perks.

"You want to dance?" the former Exarch suddenly asked as she took a sip from her glass of whiskey. "Show off those lovely legs."

 

[Mirien Valdier]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]


Mirien gave a small shrug, "Haven't much had time for the news if I'm to be perfectly honest. When I said it was complicated, I wasn't kidding. Strange to be playing hide and seek with a past I can't remember, but seems it's equally determined that I won't ever forget that detail anytime soon." She smiled sheepishly, "Amazing how good my memory is now. Not that it really helps."

Mirien had to admit, with how well their interests and kindred dislike of certain groups, it was starting to feel like she was completely at home. Oddly ironic considering the planet shouldn't even be there at that very moment, long ago destroyed. Perhaps more so that this place had once been home for the woman. And to think a small part of her had thought she'd not like Kerrigan based on the files handed to her. Definitely was not what she had in mind.

"Credit where credit is due, only speaking the absolute truth." Smiling, still, doubting she'd ever get rid of the silly expression now. "Nights like this, what can I say? Looking damn good and fun seem to go hand in hand."

She looked to the waiter for only a brief moment to select her drink of choice, "Vodka martini, straight up." To her knowledge that'd been a drink at home kind of drink, never recalling the many late nights spent in bars while she spent her time with the Sith. Something about it felt far more familiar now, than it ever did before.

"Probably seems a crazy thing now, wasn't always that way. Used to be pretty off-putting, cold, rigid, unyielding. Never actually slowed down for anything or anyone for a long, long time." Mirien hated to admit it, "I can recall, maybe two people who ever showed interest, nothing more." At least not that she recalled, but then again she'd been one to miss flirting completely before. Not noticing it until it became far too obvious to everyone around her. Then such things usually caught up with her quickly.

All she could do was loft a brow, in what could be called curiosity as the waitress talked of the specials. It didn't take a genius, no. The thought actually did intrigue her given all she'd seen on the way in.

Happy to have a drink in hand, taking a small sip before looking to Siobhan as she asked about dancing. A momentary pause followed, "Umm.... Sure...." Not sounding overly thrilled, knowing she probably hadn't a clue how to dance. Though there were many things she remembered on muscle memory alone. Perhaps she might be lucky and this be one of those things. No, no way could I ever be so lucky.

The compliment caught her a little off guard, once more her cheeks flushed a pale pink and some part of her hoped it didn't show so well in the club as it did outside. "You're far too kind, darlin'. Not that I'm going to complain about it in the least."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]

It had not escaped Siobhan that logically Alderaan should not even exist. Admittedly she was not what might be considered a history buff, but she could not imagine how it had been rebuilt unless space magic was involved. Perhaps she should ask Phylis if she saw her again. That woman had a big brain and knew obscure things like that. Besides, she was so terribly cute when she got into librarian mode!

A slight frown creased her features when Mirien mentioned not remembering her past. "Lost memories? Got your head hit hard? You got to tell me how that happened," she spoke, sounding genuinely interested before a mischievous smirk curved her lips. "Well, I can help you make some new memories. Happy ones I'm sure."

She took another drink from her glass while Mirien spoke and likewise took a sip from her Vodka martini. Was it shaken or stirred, this writer wonders? "You do not seem off-putting to me, hun. Quite the opposite actually. And believe me, I used to have HRDs under me, so I know all about that." Dramatic irony considering that unbeknownst to Siobhan Mirien knew Moira quite well. She raised her glass and clinked it together with Mirien's before swallowing her drink. "And I'm...very good at warming up," she quipped cornily. Siobhan would probably not win any awards for being particularly witty, what flirtations escaped her mouth tended to be on the crude side and as corny as a maize field. Nonetheless she was genuine in everything she said, which was probably the flip side of her utter lack of subtlety.

She noticed the brief hesitation on the part of Mirien in response to her offer and gently took her arm. Obviously Mirien would be able to easily disentangle herself if wished. "I'm not good at it either, but we're hot chicks with superpowers. Who cares about what anyone else thinks?" No one could possibly argue with such logic! "It'll be fun."

The flush that gave Mirien's face a slightly pink tilt was just adorable from her perspective. "I'm gonna be a lot kinder before the night's over, hun," she purred sweetly as she led Mirien down the stairs towards the dancing floor. The music was very loud, though some consideration seemed to have been shown for the fact that at least some guests would not appreciate their eardrums being blown out, and the dance floor was packed. Unfortunately, it was quite possible that it was not packed enough for their mutual lack of dancing skill to remain secret.

For, as would become apparent when Siobhan tried to move to the music, she was devoid of a sense of rhythm and something coming close to grace. Oh, sure she could sway her hips and let herself go and all that, but she was utterly unable to keep her beat. Fortunately while her moves did not look particularly coordinated she had enough grace to avoid stepping on Mirien's toes because that would have been unpleasant. The suspicion that dancing might just be an excuse for her to get close to the brunette received validation when she pressed her body against hers, her hips beginning a slow, sensual, grinding motion that picked up in speed as the music intensified. Again probably lacking in grace, but she was getting what she wanted, her hands touched Mirien's shoulders before roaming across her body down to her waist.

"You got to tell me about yourself. You excite me," Siobhan whispered into her ear, her breath brushing against it like a soft caress. Doubtless they were attracting an audience. It was equally doubtless that Siobhan did not care much if at all.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien nodded slowly in reply to both questions. "I guess one could considering falling three some odd stories only to hit the ground without a fun soft cushion underneath me would count as hard. Well I lied, the crumbled ancient stairs, they just didn't make for a good landing surface." It had been hard enough to knock her out for four days, something she'd only known after the fact, many years down the road. "As for what happened, beyond a few shreds of details that I could pry out of people several years later, when I could coax them into talking. I honestly don't know. People seemed afraid to tell me more than that." Another shrug followed, "I wish I had more, knew more but I don't. If I had something else I might be able to piece more things together and maybe learn who I used to be. In total there's a good twenty years that are missing. No matter what I've tried, nothing has ever really truly come back."

Pausing for a moment she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, back out of her face, "There are times, that some places, some actions, hold a tone of familiarity to it. As if I've been there before, knew the place at one time. Just, memories never come back to join the feelings that match. This point, I'm not sure it's even worth chasing out my past anymore." Frowning, she sighed bothered by that little fact. "It's been nearly ten years. If it's not come back by now, I highly doubt it ever will."

Brushing that off, she looked back to Siobhan who happened to have the most mischievous expression upon her face. "I can't say I am opposed to the idea of new happy memories. I mean, honestly, who could ever complain about good times in their lives."
Since the writer asked the question, shaken, of course! There is simply no other way to have a martini. "I suppose that might be possible." Her own thoughts drifted for a moment, to Moira thinking of the HRD and shuddering slightly. Something about that particular droid never left her feeling right after. Strange things HRDs were. "Sadly, I only know what others have told me. And, well .. I wasn't exactly liked where I last was. Just a tool to be used when and where I was needed. Nothing more, nothing less. The kind of thing that makes anyone grumpy after a while." Clinking glasses with Siobhan, Mirien could only giggle a little bit at her comment.

Even with the offer to dance, Mirien was certain it was a skill she did not have, but in no way did she pull away from her new-found acquaintance. Something about the other woman, just left her curious of the possibilities that could happen if she let things progress far enough. "Never really cared much about what others thought anyway. Let's just throw caution to the wind and enjoy ourselves." Truthfully she was speaking the last sentence aloud more for herself than Kerrigan. She needed to hear it to convince herself of a need to let everything go. To stop thinking about all of her former responsibilities and actually have a good time free from fear of consequences from her employer for a change.

For a brief moment the old Inquisitor just watched letting a couple seconds pass before she joined along with the brunette. Her own body just not falling in line with the music, out of rhythm completely. At least so far she'd managed to avoid Siobhan's toes! With her getting closer, one couldn't help but feel the sway of Kerrigan's hips against hers. At first something that she wasn't sure how to respond to, but soon enough the nerves passed away and she relaxed a fair bit into her dance partner. Nerves were a strange thing for Mirien on any given night, oddly enough not able to recall the last time she felt nervous, with the small exception of her first date with Cody. But that was a long time ago, and being around him now was just as natural as breathing.

It'd been forever since she could recall letting anyone, much less another force user so close. As much as Mirien might try and say she wasn't one for dating, certain things left her a bit flustered. Siobhan's warm words spoken into her ear, was just one of those small things. It took a minute before she could truly reply. Her eyes had been closed to take in everything happening in those moments. Once she regained some sense of composure she started to speak, "Not a lot to tell really. Life used to be far more interesting when I had a job, a home, things to do, places to be." She shook her head slowly, "Everything has changed on that end. On my own, my life completely uprooted now living out of my ship trying. All while trying my best to hunt down threads of my past from what little hints I get in dreams and what feelings of familiarity come with it." It wasn't much of an answer but it was something. "Aside from that, my life is rather mundane and tame, with a couple exceptions." She did have her moments after all, enjoying the fine art of leather and it's beauty.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]

Siobhan listened to what her apparent new friend had to say, even over the overpowering blare of the music that seemed designed to give one cause to go see a doctor and have one's ears replaced with cybernetics. More importantly she listened to what she did not say. She mentioned falling down three stories of stairs, people being afraid to tell her of her past, having a job, a home and then losing it all. The question was where and for whom? Just enough detail to keep her intrigued, but not really giving anything away.

Well, she certainly was keeping her intrigued. Siobhan was never one for subtlety. When she wanted something - or rather someone - she pursued it with the relentlessness of a kath hound. As for Mirien's complete lack of rhythm, Siobhan would not comment on that and in any case had no grounds to because she was wholly lacking in any sort of grace. Mirien was not stepping on her tones and that sufficed with her. If other people were staring she did not care either. A smile graced her lips as she felt Mirien begin to relax and she pulled her fellow brunette closer, her hips swaying against hers. The woman seemed nervous, either being a very good actress or this was really something she was not used to. But at the same time Siobhan could sense the power she possessed, the power of the Force that radiated from her aura. Siobhan might lie to herself about a number of things, but she had always been attracted to power.

"I see. I'm sorry to hear that, hun. I know what it's like to have your life uprooted and thrown into chaos with you having no control over it. Well, can't say I've lost my memories and got my past stolen, but I get it," she spoke softly. There was sympathy in her tone, but not pity. Siobhan would hate it if someone pitied her. Little did Siobhan know just how much Mirien knew about her life, which probably made the situation tremendously ironic.

"But I...really doubt your life is just...mundane." Having once led an Inquisition tasked with hunting down forcers classified as rogue probably did not count as that. Of course, the irony was that Siobhan would have probably herself ended up on the target list under other circumstances. One wondered how she would react if she knew the truth. Then again, Siobhan was not a particularly moral person, though the Eldorai Matriarchy was all about celebrating forcers and had strong magocratic leanings, while the Galactic Empire was all about controlling them as dangerous weapons. "Can't wave a magic wand and give you your past back, unfortunately. But I like you and I'd like to learn more about you, as much as you're willing. And, who knows, maybe we can resolve the whole loss of a job and home thing."

That, of course, depended upon a number of factors. Admittedly Siobhan had a tendency to be superficial, particularly in her judgement of others and had often been fooled by a pretty face in the past, with disastrous and tragic consequences. Indeed, it was one of her weaknesses, along with a strong susceptibility for flattery, but nonetheless. The offer had been hinted at, though at this stage there was no commitment on either side yet as that would take more time and information. Siobhan seldom thought things through that well but she also figured being open and nice would serve her better than pushing hard at this juncture. Or randomly offering Mirien ten million credits that she just happened to be carrying with her.

"For now...let's just have a good time. I'm...very good at that," she said with a trace of smugness, then without further warning she threaded a hand through Mirien's brown hair and suddenly kissed her. Siobhan kissed the way she fought. Nothing held back, with a primal hunger and ferocity. It would at first be more tentative, but soon deepen and grow in intensity if Mirien proved willing. Suffice to say that, without wanting to brag, Siobhan was very skilled in this area. Clothes and all that were still on, so it was family-friendly. Kissing was allowed after all, even in the 1950s US! No kiddies were being harmed.