[center]~| Day 2, 7:30 - 7:38 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Sith Commons|~[/center]


Zanna woke up, feeling her stomach rumble and her face hurt. The latter took her a moment to understand why, and then the night before came rushing back. The Red Sith had to visibly bite back on her fury, her teeth clenching tightly. How [i]dare[/i] that filthy impure scar her. [i]He will pay. Oh, he will pay.[/i] She promised herself, before locking away the fury and indignation. There would be a time and a place for those emotions to be released. Right now, with the Zabrak sleeping practically right next to her and the Trandoshan in the next room over. 

Quietly, Zanna got out of the bed (still in her clothes from last night) and walked out of the room. She needed to go get something to eat, especially after her exertions last night. Zanna walked into the cafeteria, getting her plate of food and moving to sit at a table next to a wall, her back to said wall. She didn’t want people easily sneaking up behind her, public place or no.

She began to quietly eat her breakfast, idly watching people come and go through the cafeteria. 

Vivithe entered the cafeteria, the hood on her maroon robe raised, her figure shrouded yet it gave off an aura of calmness. She did not sleep much during the night, not due to stress or insomnia but rather how used she was to getting only a few hours of rest yet showing no signs of tiredness. It was not a wise idea to slumber for hours on end in her current location and position, a ship full of Sith, one never knew what kind of diabolical thoughts went through their heads.

Her eyes caught on a Red Sith woman by herself, a plate of food in front of her, in silence she ate. A pretty thing, Vivithe had read files on each of the Sith on board with her, so she knew who they all were, well as much information as their files had on them, sometimes even just a name, race and gender was enough for her. She started towards the woman, as she felt some of the curious eyes in the room fall upon her figure, ones from those that did not matter, the grunts and cannon fooder.

“Zanna? I believe that is your name, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Vivithe said as she stood in front of the Red Sith, a smile on her face, hood still raised. She did not yet take a seat.

Zanna looked up at the hooded figure, setting her fork down as she noticed the Sith (or so Zanna assumed) approach her, surprised someone would bother speaking to her. Most normal soldiers and staff on the ship preferred to avoid Sith and other Sith were rarely friendly to each other. Or if they were, it was just before they killed one another. Still, Zanna hadn’t seen this woman before and gave a cautious smile back. “Zanna is my name. You appear to have me at a disadvantage. To whom to I have the pleasure of speaking with?” The Red Sith was [i]relatively[/i] assured that this strange Sith wouldn’t do anything in such a public place. Hopefully.

“Vivithe, though people often refer to me as Lady Lansha. I’m a Sith Lord, just arrived the other night, felt I should familiarize myself with my new home.” She said, then lowered her hood with both hands before she sat opposite of Zanna, locking eyes with the Red Sith as she sat. 
“That looks recent,” Vivithe said as she noticed the scar, taking a mental note of it. It was unlikely it had come from an accident or was self caused, had to have come from an incident with either another Sith or a Jedi, more likely the former. “I could let you borrow some makeup for it if you’d like, unless you're one of those Sith that take pride in hard earned scars.” She added.

Zanna tensed almost imperceptibly as Vivithe spoke. [i]Another Sith Lord. Wonderful.[/i] She thought, her smile still in place. She met Vivthe’s eyes evenly, relatively assured the Lord wouldn’t be insulted by that. After all, if she wanted subservience she wouldn’t have bothered with the hood up or the politeness. Zanna’s hand instinctively went to her new scar, scabbing over as the alchemical substance did it’s work. “Lord Sish was...displeased by my proximity to his disciplining of his apprentice. As for the make up, thank you but I have my own. Besides, I couldn’t ask that of you. We’ve just met.” [i]And I’m sure you’d poison it.[/i] She added silently, before speaking again. 

“Pardon me if this seems impertinent, Lady Lansha, but I’m curious. Why approach me? Most Lords don’t bother with apprentices, as you surely know I am one if you already know my name, and even fewer approach apprentices themselves, preferring to send summons. Even less offer their makeup to people they’ve just met. I find this conversation...unusual.”

“You’re the most interesting person in the room, if I approached a soldier or worker then they’d be terrified of me. I wouldn’t be able to have a straight conversation with them as they’d spend every second trying to please me. Sometimes I just desire someone I can speak to equally with no cowardice involved.” Vivithe said, as she blinked, then smiled once more. 

“Do the other Lords treat you and the others subordinate to them with disregard or ignorance?” Her expression turning into a more serious one as she asked the question.

Zanna inclined her head in acknowledgement of the truth of non force users and talking to Lords. Or even other Sith in general. Perhaps it was the fact that many Sith tended to abuse their power heedlessly when it came to those weaker than them, but it did get annoying every once in a while. She still didn’t trust the Lord’s reasons, but wasn’t about to let Vivithe get a hint of that and focused on her next question. 

“Lord Sish is…” Zanna hesitated, unsure of Lady Lansha’s relationship with the Trandoshan and response to disparaging remarks about other Lords. “...strict. He doesn’t disregard others, but neither does he hesitate in punishing for disrespect or things he doesn’t approve of.” Zanna gave a wry smile and gestured to her scar. “Clearly. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Lord Jewel, so I cannot comment on her treatment of others.”

“I’ve heard a bit about him, haven’t met him, neither have I met Lord Jewel. But I have heard some things about them. Word tends to spread among the Sith,” Vivithe said, then looked at the scar on Zanna’s face once more. “He caused that? May be wise to tread lightly around him, both of us even. Though if he gave my pretty face a cut like that then I’m not sure what I would do.” She said with a laugh.
“As I said, Lord Sish was displeased with my proximity to his disciplining of his apprentice. He has killed at least one other apprentice for disrespecting him as well. I suspect you’ll be able to withstand him far better than I.” Zanna replied, giving a smile at Vivithe’s laugh. “I don’t know what you’d do, Lady Lansha, but I would make sure to stay a great distance away from it.”

“Where would the fun in that be, Zanna? I should at least let him know I’m on the ship, keep him nice and paranoid,” Vivithe said with a smile, she did intend to interact with the lizard at some point, just not in anyway that she would get the same result (or worse) than Zanna did. Of course if he did actually try to strike her then that would be quite the interesting turn of events.

“Did you try to stop him from his ‘discipline’ of his apprentice?” She asked, curious what exactly happened between her and Sish. Though she doubted that Zanna would tell her the full story or even enough to take anything away from.

“I heard her screaming, and got close to the door to try and fix any damage he had done. He spotted me, and disliked me being so close.” Zanna replied, shrugging slightly. “I wasn’t careful enough. I’ll make sure to be more cautious next time. He might not be so merciful next time.” [i]I’ll kill him. I’ll kill the impure bastard for what he’s done.[/i]

“He wants total control over her, demands it. The pain she was in seems like it was another lesson being taught.” Vivithe muttered, as she processed what Zanna had told her. It was barren, but useful information, revealed knowledge about Sish. Interference with him and his apprentice might be enough to affect him and many pieces in the puzzle on the ship.

“He won’t be merciful, you’re right about that. Treat him like a caged animal, dangerous if you put your hands in the bars and try to touch its toys,” She said with another smile. “Has his apprentice tried to fight back yet? Enough abuse should have caused her to snap.” 

“Not that I’ve noticed.” Zanna spoke, silently agreeing with Vivithe’s muttering. “She didn’t seem to have a desire to fight back. I suspect she tried before and it ended badly for her, judging from the scars.” The Red Sith shuddered slightly at the memory  of all the overlapping scars. Whatever the lizard had done to the Zabrak, it was surely filled with agony.

“No desire to fight back is odd, even if she had failed once to fight back, a Sith would try again and again. Unless she hasn’t always been a Sith. Was she a Jedi?” Vivithe asked Zanna, she knew of course, the files she had read did include that information.

“I don’t know, Lady Lansha. I haven’t talked to her for very long, perhaps an hour altogether. She may be waiting for an opportunity to strike back, or she may be completely beaten down by him. She could be a Jedi, she could be a Korriban sith, or she could have just been found by him” Zanna shrugged again. “She seems very secretive and distrusting, though who isn’t, so I doubt there will be any answers from her. Sish has answers, but I do not think he will tell you anything either.”
“I doubt he will, an intelligent Sith does not reveal secrets.” Vivithe said, of course there were many ways other than straight asking in order to reveal said secrets. The Sith Lady smiled at Zanna and rose from her seat, satisfied with their conversation. She had gotten enough information out of the Red Sith for now.

“I’ll leave you to eat in peace, but I do hope we talk again later. It’s been a pleasure, Zanna.” Vivithe said with another smile, then rose the hood on her robe, turned and left the cafeteria. A different smile on her face as she walked away from her new acquaintance.