A Beast Has Claws, So Doth a Lion (Rakai)

[Hydrocus Venetia]

There had been a time when Rams's Corner, or Munto Codru in general for that matter, resembled little more than Coruscanti punk rock club. Black leather and pleather garb run amuck, so to did spikes and armor and all manner of thing resembling a barbaric backworld. Temperament was just as hostile as the ambience once would have it. Civility was taboo, and if you couldn't express your opinion at the top of a saber then you lacked one at all.

Times had changed since then. Drunken bar brawls where far and few between. The power of the mind was now equal to the power of the body. The empire had thinkers to move their brutes now, and she flourished for it. Hydrocus liked to think he was at the forefront of the movement fight first and think second. He was afterall called the refined Sith and had seen many try to replicate the way he carried about his business. That's not to say he was without a barbaric sensibility. His temper flared quick as any and tantrums where thrown frequently.

Needless to say, it was with some satisfaction that he could now sit at Rama's and enjoy a drink without worry of a flying chair or worse to ruin his evenings. And so he sat, a glass of Coruscanti blush at his front, taking in all that had changed over the years. Some good and some bad, but all for the sake of progress.

[Rakai]

For those that noticed such things, collecting such rarities if sight in their minds, one of the most rare, was that which walked into Rama's this evening, the pearl skinned Sith, Rakai, without his gauntlets on. Dressed in a garb of gentleman, and looking dapper, the Nagai clone scoped out the entirety of the room in a blink of and eye, moving to the bar to order a drink, seemingly ignoring everyone else. No words were exchanges between him and the barkeep, not aloud at least, and the man generally known as the Beast of Destru was given a very green drink.

Without another moment wasted, the Sith Knight was at Hydrocus' table and sitting across from him. Offering a dark smile and lifting his glass to the higher ranked Sith, Rakai got comfortable.

~I have deduced the best conversation belongs here, cheers to you great and powerful Hydrocus!~

The telepathic words coming from Rakai held no impact of sarcasm, though renowned for his skill in bluffing, his true feelings were that of which he 'spoke' to the blonde haired Sith.

[Hydrocus Venetia]

No objection was given to the newly seated, only an inquiringAn quirk of a brow as Hydrocus looked to his company. The Sith Master knew of Rakai only in name and could only wonder why the clawed beast would sit at his table. Hydrocus was hardly the conversationalist any desired to speak to.

"That would be a matter of opinion I suppose," Hydrocus responded plainly. Just as few desired the Master's company, he as well didn't find many he enjoyed jibber jabbering with as well.

"But I suspect we will find out how honed your powers of deduction are."

[Rakai]

~If anyone will decide what my opinion is, I would surely hope it would be me.~

There was a sign of jest in the Nagai's tone, and the smirk on his pearl white lips showed the same.

~What brings you here this evening? Obviously not for the company since I found you alone, and remedied that as soon as I saw you. Of course it is rather brash of me, a lowly Knight to interact with a Master, but in the arms of a good drink I believe for a moment we can be equals.~

[Hydrocus Venetia]

"Equals," Hydrocus muttered under his breath before running his tongue across his teeth. The Sith Master's expression turned to one of displeasure and before he shook his no.

"Never...in anyway will we be equal Nagai. Don't think I've misinterpreted you. I understand fully what you where trying to say, hierarchy aside and all that, but no. Casual conversationalist perhaps....but equals never."

[Rakai]

A toothy grin made its way across the Nagai clone’s lips as he brought his drink to them, disappearing as he took a sip.

~Some day, you might take those words back Master Venetia. As of now though, not being equals, that is something we can both agree on. In your favour of course. I do relish the challenge. ~

Being telepathic allowed Rakai to speak during his sips, aloofness all about him as he surveyed the bar scene.

~I find it so trivial, the thought of feeling anything other than the metal of my gauntlets on my hands. A crystal glass. A door handle. A table. The sensations must so different, but then again... I can't feel anything, barely even pain some times. You must think that we are ants beneath your feet, with all of our flaws, and our misgivings.~

Rakai turned in his hair to face Hydrocus once again, looking at the man with a half-judgemental stare. Then his eyes returned to his glass.

~It must be lonely on that pedestal of yours. I came to you not as Zephyrus' lapdog, but for my own gains. I don't want rivals in our Empire, rivalry will drag us down, weaken us as a whole. I am looking for potential allies.~

[Hydrocus Venetia]

Hydrocus looked at Rakai with heavy condemnation in his gaze. The Nagai had moved from one blasphemy to complete heresy in a single breath. Rivalry was what kept the Sith strong. The strong plucked out the weak. This was known and had been known through out the ages. Did it effect the Sith's numbers? Yes, but all they needed in the end was two. It had been proven.

"No, the lap dog of Destru wouldn't spout such nonsense, but any idiot under the influence of Nova...well," the Master Sith shrugged at the end. "Are we not Sith, you and I. Have we not both sworn loyalty to the same cause? Is that enough to make us allies?"

[Rakai]

Rakai did not seem phased by the piercing glance, in fact, it almost seemed that was the look he wanted and expected.

~Now see that is good way to start the process. We are both loyal to the Sith Empire, we are both enriched with the Darkside. But ever Sith has their own cause. Destruction, Power, Fame to name a few. Some, like my own Master, wanting all three of those at once. Some just want to be left alone, and some can't stand being alone. But in the end it comes down to what we will do to our allies to further our own goals. Weeding out the weak is what any faction would do, including the Jedi, though they consider the darkside a weakness. What I want to put a halt to is the unneeded betrayals to gain something you want, not need. Though I have seen a decline in such lately.~

Taking a drink, the Nagai clone gazed at the table for a few moments.

~Perhaps you are right though. Maybe the cause is all we need to stay together, but I still won't hesitate to aid those in favour of gaining allies for what may come. Better to be one force than hundreds of small groups.~