[h2][center]~|Nar Shaddaa, Veenra|~[/center][/h2]
[h3][center]~|Day 3, 6[sup]th[/sup] Hour|~
[u]Zora Nox[/u][/center][/h3]

“Hahaa.” Zora bursted out laughing. It rattled her figure with the energy as she leaned over the end of the booth, her arm reached to clutch her ribs while they began to hurt from the motion. Gradually it died and her figure rose upright, her face turned back to Fa. There was a slightly mocking smile on her lips. Her hand reached for another glass and continued to play with the glass edge, her attention to absorb the information before she glanced at the Zabrak. 

Her appetite for aliens had long ago been spoiled thanks to Darth Nyiss, the Red Sith a wild and experienced mistress in bed. A soft murmur came with the memory as she returned her gaze to the raptor like creature. A hint of mirth still lingered in her tone with each word, “First off, the Zabrak’s cute but I trust him as far as I can toss him. So, I rather he not join us. As for your offer, the Republic and your Council will not tolerate someone like me starting anew. If anything, they would lock me up after your ‘noble’ attempts to reconcile me into a civilian.” 

She never removed her left hand from its position on her belt, but it had began to dangle over a set of dark colored babbles instead of her lightsaber. Each had a specialized, alchemy chemical with various effects from creating rage in normal individuals to a smoke screen. However, none were lethal since she expected a Sith to come around and anything overly dangerous ended up triggering their sixth sense. 

“So your offer is pretty much pointless. You can’t [i]guarantee[/i] the higher ups won’t bother overriding a Jedi’s ‘offer’ and imprison or execute me for a longer stay in power,” Zora replied in a bitter fashion over what she viewed to be a worthless offer.