"You look remarkably healthy," Daydream remarked, settling at the bar in response to the bothan's sly wink and beckoning gesture. "I heard you had a hunter after you." She eased a small stack of credits to the counter, motioning to the surly bartendered and muttering ar equest.
Drakonis held his mug aloft in a salute to the twi'lek and swallowed a draught. "Contrary to popular belief, my dear, luck ain't a lady tonight. It's a Bothan."
"You got lucky?" She asked flippantly.
"Consider this, if you will," the bothan began. "One of the most dangerous blokes in the galaxy wants me six feet under. He's got no need to send someone to do his dirty work, and he does it anyway."
Daydream tapped a fingertip against her upper lip, affecting a thoughtful expression. In this case, Saevio was obviously the dangerous bloke being referred to, and the dirty work involved was Seth, a bounty hunter, being set upon the glib bothan. "Yes," she mused. "Why do you suppose he would do that, anyway?"
"Stickin' my nose in a place it doesn't belong," Drakonis drawled. "I suppose I had it commin'. Like you said, dearest, I was desperate. And you're just too damn beautiful to stay mad at."
"Nonsense, Drakonis," she retorted, even as she debated returning an 'I Told You So' that Drakonis had lent her a while back -- she had warned the bothan of the price for joining Masquerade's hunt to steal an artifact from Saevio, after all -- just as the bothan had warned her what she was getting into several months ago when she'd tangled with the Inquisitorius. Retrieving a glass of something tinged with a phosphor glow, Daydream continued: "Desperate? Desperate because you thought you'd do the right thing, I'm sure . . . that your noble idealism was worth the meddling, hm?"
Drakonis responded evenly, "Not really, no. You'd think I would have learned the first time around not to trust you. Just like a good girl, you upped and told em' everything."
Daydream had the decency to look vaguely abashed. You dropped the wrong name when you tried to get me to trust you, Drak. You're right. You should have learned that the first time. "It'd be a shame if I threw my loyalty away for nothing, now, wouldn't it," she declared.
Turning to let his emerald gaze fall directly upon her, Drakonis offered a devious smirk. "I'm surprised, though. You never did strike me as the type to be so . . . dependent."
Daydream sipped quickly at her drink to hide a fleeting expression of annoyance. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm not dependent upon anyone -- except myself."
"It means, darlin', he's got you whipped somethin' fierce. Especially if you put up with bein' refered to as his property."
Glaring hotly, the twi'lek held her glass before her lips. She responded slowly, as if trying to explain something to a small child: "He was referring to the artifact you and the other bothan sought."
"How'd you even know that was the situation I was bringin' up?" Drakonis smirked. "Yeah. And he was mighty upset over Masq' workin' his mojo on you. Hate to break it to ya, love. That's how it is -- "
Daydream swallowed a mouthful of the glowing durindfire, her eyes hooded as she considered the bothan's words. Masquerade's "mojo" had involved his attempts to flood the twi'lek with his own "lightside" energy, thus drowning the "corruption" he believed afflicted her, either from her proximity to Saevio or to a holocron in the zabrak's possession. Masquerade's attempts had left her stunned senseless for the better part of a day, and, poisoned with self-doubt and suspicion, Daydream had committed some absolutely appalling errors in personal judgment, but she had eventually revealed most of the details to Saevio, and what she hadn't told him, he'd deduced on his own. Upon learning of the bothans' persistent intentions to steal the holocron for the betterment of the poor, benighted souls of the galaxy, Saevio had set a bounty hunter on Drakonis, and in a display of efficient, vicious martial prowess, liberated one of Masquerade's arms for a souvenier -- an object lesson both in the perils of heresy and of failing to complete one's training.
" -- Believe whatever you want to believe, my dear," Drakonis was saying as Daydream shook herself from her reverie. "You're a smart woman. Nothin' I can say will change 'yer mind. Conjure you'll let circumstance be the guide."
Drakonis held his mug aloft in a salute to the twi'lek and swallowed a draught. "Contrary to popular belief, my dear, luck ain't a lady tonight. It's a Bothan."
"You got lucky?" She asked flippantly.
"Consider this, if you will," the bothan began. "One of the most dangerous blokes in the galaxy wants me six feet under. He's got no need to send someone to do his dirty work, and he does it anyway."
Daydream tapped a fingertip against her upper lip, affecting a thoughtful expression. In this case, Saevio was obviously the dangerous bloke being referred to, and the dirty work involved was Seth, a bounty hunter, being set upon the glib bothan. "Yes," she mused. "Why do you suppose he would do that, anyway?"
"Stickin' my nose in a place it doesn't belong," Drakonis drawled. "I suppose I had it commin'. Like you said, dearest, I was desperate. And you're just too damn beautiful to stay mad at."
"Nonsense, Drakonis," she retorted, even as she debated returning an 'I Told You So' that Drakonis had lent her a while back -- she had warned the bothan of the price for joining Masquerade's hunt to steal an artifact from Saevio, after all -- just as the bothan had warned her what she was getting into several months ago when she'd tangled with the Inquisitorius. Retrieving a glass of something tinged with a phosphor glow, Daydream continued: "Desperate? Desperate because you thought you'd do the right thing, I'm sure . . . that your noble idealism was worth the meddling, hm?"
Drakonis responded evenly, "Not really, no. You'd think I would have learned the first time around not to trust you. Just like a good girl, you upped and told em' everything."
Daydream had the decency to look vaguely abashed. You dropped the wrong name when you tried to get me to trust you, Drak. You're right. You should have learned that the first time. "It'd be a shame if I threw my loyalty away for nothing, now, wouldn't it," she declared.
Turning to let his emerald gaze fall directly upon her, Drakonis offered a devious smirk. "I'm surprised, though. You never did strike me as the type to be so . . . dependent."
Daydream sipped quickly at her drink to hide a fleeting expression of annoyance. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm not dependent upon anyone -- except myself."
"It means, darlin', he's got you whipped somethin' fierce. Especially if you put up with bein' refered to as his property."
Glaring hotly, the twi'lek held her glass before her lips. She responded slowly, as if trying to explain something to a small child: "He was referring to the artifact you and the other bothan sought."
"How'd you even know that was the situation I was bringin' up?" Drakonis smirked. "Yeah. And he was mighty upset over Masq' workin' his mojo on you. Hate to break it to ya, love. That's how it is -- "
Daydream swallowed a mouthful of the glowing durindfire, her eyes hooded as she considered the bothan's words. Masquerade's "mojo" had involved his attempts to flood the twi'lek with his own "lightside" energy, thus drowning the "corruption" he believed afflicted her, either from her proximity to Saevio or to a holocron in the zabrak's possession. Masquerade's attempts had left her stunned senseless for the better part of a day, and, poisoned with self-doubt and suspicion, Daydream had committed some absolutely appalling errors in personal judgment, but she had eventually revealed most of the details to Saevio, and what she hadn't told him, he'd deduced on his own. Upon learning of the bothans' persistent intentions to steal the holocron for the betterment of the poor, benighted souls of the galaxy, Saevio had set a bounty hunter on Drakonis, and in a display of efficient, vicious martial prowess, liberated one of Masquerade's arms for a souvenier -- an object lesson both in the perils of heresy and of failing to complete one's training.
" -- Believe whatever you want to believe, my dear," Drakonis was saying as Daydream shook herself from her reverie. "You're a smart woman. Nothin' I can say will change 'yer mind. Conjure you'll let circumstance be the guide."