On the verge of breaking... (Open)

[Nikka DarkStorm]

*More anger boiled from within Sith Disciple Nikka Darkstorm as she stormed into Rama's late that evening. Shoving a male patron roughly out of her way as she entered, she moved to the nearest booth in the darkest corner she could find. The man bestowed an angry glare at her as he watched her sit down, but she paid no heed to the fool.*

*Many things were boiling down to one discovery that she knew she'll never find, no matter how much pull she knew she could receive within the Empire. Right about now, she was ready to give up on her search for her husband's killers. Nightmares plagued her in the darkness of the night as she would fall asleep, causing her to wake up screaming in the coldness of her bedroom, the screams being so loud, they could be heard down the Headquarter halls. Nikka finally gave up on trying to sleep again and would sit up, trying to picture everything she remembered from the occurences.*

*Glancing to the bar, she waved a service droid over, a fire blazing in her emerald eyes, no doubt the fire would ever be extinguished. The inferno grew more and more intense as time went by, an even bigger blaze growing in her heart.*

*As the droid rolled to her table, her voice spoke in a twisted, raging tone through gritted teeth.*

"Bring me a bottle of Hapan Mist and a glass.... NOW."

*If the droid felt any emotion at all, it would have rolled away in fear and would never return or even approach her ever again. It did return though, with her drink and the glass resting upon its serving tray. Nikka took them from the tray and opened the bottle, pouring her first drink and it certainly won't be her last for the rest of the night...*

[Klis]

Klis joins Nikka uninvited, but figgured she wouldn't mind his company. He twiddled his thumbs for a moment, his legs perched up on his seat and his back was against the wall.
Whenever the droid decided to ask for the payment for Nikka's drinks, he humbly paid, without saying a word about it.
"I sense a disturbance in the force with you lady Nikka. Well not really... I can't do that yet..."

[Nikka DarkStorm]

*Nikka didn't turn to glance at Klis as he spoke, nor did she notice him paying for the drink as she was in such a daze.*

"I'm sure the whole bar can sense a disturbance in me...which should let them know to stay away from me."

*She drank the liquid down and poured herself a refill, rubbing her forehead with her palm.*

"I don't know what to do anymore. The past is troubling but too important not to let go."

[Klis]

Klis thinks for a moment, still trying to read what exactly is bothering her. As if in that instant he was going to abtain the ability to read minds.
"Tell me what's wrong.. what happend? Would you rather go somewhere were we can talk?"

[Nikka DarkStorm]

*Nikka could sense that he was eager to know that was bothering her and managed a small smile, but it changed to a raging stare down at her drink.*

"I was married and...somebody took my husband's life. I just know if he hadn't gotten too involved in politics, he wouldn't be gone."

[Klis]

Klis eyes go dim, feeling awful that he brought it up a painful memory. He leans back in his seat, his head lowered, his cover shielding the dim glow.
"Oh... I.. I'm sorry. I know too.. what it's like to lose a loved one."
He folds his hands.
"What made you remember it this night?"

[Nikka DarkStorm]

"Don't be sorry for my loss...."

*Nikka said through gritted teeth, having a hard time controling her anger that had now reached a boiling point over the whole ordeal. Nikka broke the day she held his limp body as he died in her arms.*

"I've felt sorry long enough and now, it's time that I faced it. I want to hunt them down even right now, but I know that I can't...."

[Klis]

"Why can't you?" Klis stated simply.

[Nikka DarkStorm]

"Returning to my home planet would mean my life... They were after him and they won. If they were after me, they lost."

*She said bluntly, finishing off her second drink. Nikka knew in her mind that returning to her home would not be a good idea. She was a skilled fighter indeed, but her skills are just now blossoming and she felt that she couldn't take that risk just yet.*

[Klis]

Klis sighs softly, leaning back on the table.
"Don't worry Nikka, you'll get your revenge in due time."
He pats her hand.
"In the mean time, your husband is smiling upon from the force, I'm sure."