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Nima Kairn     In the Multiverse, the vast array of strange and fantastic new sights one could immerse themselves in was amazing to behold. A person like Nima Kairn could spend her whole lifetime attempting to understand even the smallest glimpse of the Multiversal truth... If only she had the time. With Darth Zash driving her as she was, Nima had little time thus far to fully enjoy or understand much of anything.

    That'd changed when she started looking up Confederate personel files. A new one had caught her eye--and within a few hours, her service droid, 2V-R8, had sent an invitation to Ebon Ribbon for lunch about his master's starship, the Breaker of Delusion. They even came to pick her up, if necessary.

    The ship is actually impressively big; it's an Interceptor meant to challenge Republic frigates, after all. Built of gleaming grey and black metal, it's engines revving powerfully, immediately shooting into the stars when it's guest makes her way up the ramp and inside.

    Once inside, Ebon would notice two things: the inside is a little dim, comprised of gunmetal grey materials that contrast with the occaisonal blue or red flashing light. The other would be Nima Kairn herself standing next to the doorway. The blue-skinned alien smiles brightly as Ebon comes aboard, and bows from her waist very slightly in greeting. A hand reaches up to idly play with one of her lekku as she appraises the strange creature in front of her. "Welcome aboard the Breaker of Delusion, sentient Ebon Ribbon. It is a pleasure to meet you face-to-face. If you will follow me, I will take you to the conference table, and Too-vee can start serving us."
Ebon Ribbon      Ebon Ribbon is....surprised, to say the least. She never gets invitations to anything, much less from complete strangers from other worlds. Still, it would be rude to refuse. And she might get something out of it. The pony arrives on a shuttle, having no way to travel through space or the Void herself. She regards the Breaker with mild facination as she walks toward it, then bows politely when Nima greets her. The bow consists of her stretching out one foreleg along the floor while she bends down on the other foreleg.

     She smiles as she straightens up again, though the smile doesn't seem quite sincere. "The pleasure is mine, Miss Nima Kairn. Thank you for the invitation. I assume the personnel file you read mentioned that I do not eat meat?" she says as she steps into the ship.
Nima Kairn     Despite being called out about reading Ebon's files, Nima's pleasant expression doesn't even twitch. "They did not, I am afraid. Fortunately, meals served on the ship are free of meat, due to preservation costs and taste. Better to buy local, I think."

    Nima turns on a heel and starts leading Ebon along towards the port side of the ship. Past the entryway, a lot of the room is lined with consoles of varying types, as well as the large, inactive holocommunicator set in the center. "This is the Combat Information Center," Nima explains as they pass through it. Leading her further to the left, along a short hallway and through a door that slides open immediately upon touch, leads to the table in question. It seems Too-Vee has already been busy; there are glasses filled with purplish liquid at the end of the table, where two seats opposite each other have been prepared. A plate holding a few slices of what seems to be bread sits in the center.

    SHe is somewhat at a loss, though, as she moves to the far side to take a seat. There's a chair there for Ribbon, but... she was a quadraped. "... You'll have to forgive me," Nima says eventually. "I will admit to being entirely ignorant of your race's customs... It is one of the reasons I invited you here. If there are any issues, please do not hesitate to alert me. That said... Perhaps you wouldn't mind explaining a little about yourself, and your race?"
Ebon Ribbon      Ebon wasn't so much calling out as stating a fact. She knows she is not well known, and there would be few other ways for Nima to find out about her. "That is unfortunate. One would hope that a proper file would contain an ally's dietary preferences." she says casually as they walk through the ship. "Combat Information Center? Then, you are a soldier of some kind?" she says as they pass through the command area. Once in the designated dining area, Nima may be surprised to see that...Ebon has no trouble at all using a chair that was made for humanoids. She seats her hindquarters just as a human would, then rests with her forehooves on the table to keep her balanced.

     "I must admit, I am surprised anyone would wish to learn more about my people in general, much less me specifically." the pony starts, then her horn glows...or really it is more like an anti-glow. Then, neon-purple ribbons of energy lash out to pick up the drink and a slice of that seeming bread. "What would you like to know?"
Nima Kairn     Ribbon calling her a soldier gets a quick chuckle from Nima. "Not quite a soldier... I am expected to aid the Sith Empire in battle if need be, of course, but I am not generally meant for front lines. Instead, I am an Inquisitor. More of a... mix of scholar and Imperial agent more than anything else." She'll probably have to explain more about herself, but that can wait for now.

    Once they've been seated--and Nima is somewhat grateful that she didn't have to move any chairs--the Sith reaches out to take her own slice of bread and her glass, taking a few bites from her slice while her eyes watch the unicorn like a hawk.

     This gaze narrows somewhat in interest when she starts seeing... 'magic', was it? It's not like anything Nima is capable of, at least. "Hm... I'll admit, much of my curiosity stems from the fact that your race doesn't exist in my galaxy. I've never heard of a being like you. Sentience, intelligence... magic. I, too, have a power you might find similar, yet obviously different. Much of my curiosity is centered on that."

    After a couple more bites, the sith takes a sip from her glass. A tap on the door makes it open again, and Nima's humanoid droid peeks his head into the room. "The hydration and heating process is nearly finished, master and guest. Please maintain patience for a few minutes longer."
Ebon Ribbon      Ebon is a predator herself, so she knows when she is being watched. She nods as Nima explains about herself, then smirks lightly as she is asked about her race. "We are known as ponies." she says before taking a polite nibble of her bread. Barely a bite, reminiscent of high class people when they eat. She looks over as the droid peeks in, then nods lightly before looking back to Nima.

     "Magic is as basic to life on my world as...well, water or air. It saturates just about everything from my world. All ponies have some sort of magic, though unicorns like myself have the most active magic. There are two other types: pegasi and earth ponies. Pegasi have wings and are able to affect weather. Earth ponies have no wings or horns, but are generally more stout than the other two races. They also carry earth magics which allow them to efficiently grow very healthy and productive plants."

     She nibbles her bread again, then hmphs softly. "Most unicorns have basic spells such as telekinesis and creating guide lights. I however, was blessed with a different kind of magic. I am able to drain the life energies of other creatures. In doing so I keep my body healthy and my mind sharp."
Nima Kairn     Pony. Nima files this term away in her mind so she might look it up later. Unlike Ribbon, Nima doesn't have anywhere near the level of sophistication. After all, most slaves weren't taught ettiqute and protocol; she's had to pick those up by herself, which isn't exactly a quick process. At least she's not slavering like a hungry beast. Strangely, the bread does taste like bread... but it has an odd sort of dusky spice mixed in it that would likely be unknown to the pony.

    Ebon's description of magic is one that is very recognizable to Nima. The similarities to the Force seem to be much more than passing, which is why it's so interesting to her. THe strangest thing, though... "It's interesting that your 'magic' gives different abilities based upon the... sub-race? Of the ponies. I know of affinities that an individual might possess, but it's not nearly so broad... Perhaps because of the limited numbers of Force users in comparison to what you describe."

    The door opens again, Too-Vee balancing a tray as he enters. Both of the ladies recieve the same meal, it looks like. It might've been described as a kind of light green rice or grain of some kind, mixed in with bright red and yellow vegetables that give off a scent of sharper spiciness mixed with a light amount of sweetness.

    "I do hope you enjoy it," Nima says easily as she takes a forkful to her lips. "As I recall--this meal is from my race's home planet, Ryloth. I wouldn't know, exactly, but it's not bad. I enjoy the spices in it."

    After she's taken her bite and swallowed, she looks Ebon over curiously again. Her face doesn't betray much emotion as she smiles placidly, but Ebon would no doubt feel the studying gaze. "Life drain... interesting. Some Sith are capable of similar feats. Though, it seems most cannot do so for long without having... issues."

    Darth Nihilus flashes in her mind and earns a small grimace. "This is a type of magic you actively persue, then?"
Ebon Ribbon      Ebon watches the other female suspiciously. If Nima has emotion-sensing abilities, she might notice that Ebon has mistrust more than just a stranger not trusting a stranger. She doesn't seem to trust anyone. As she nibbles the bread, she mms softly. "It is not bad." she says, then lowers her head to take a bite of the vegetable dish. She doesn't use a fork or any other utensils for some reason, despite having displayed the ability to hold things with her magic ribbons. "Hmm...not bad at all." she says again after trying the vegetables.

     The pony swallows, then smirks. "I did not pursue this type of magic. I was born with what many on my world consider to be a handicap. I am unable to use the typical magics that are basic to most other unicorns. These ribbons are my only magic, which I discovered by accident when I was being hounded by bullies of my homeworld. My anger and helplessness crested, and my magic lashed out at them, draining them of their lifeforce and strengthening me. Before that, I had been sickly, pale, and weak. Now..." She grins. "...I am strong."
Nima Kairn     Indeed, the Force does allow for a person to sense the surface thoughts and emotions from a person... and despite the overwhelmingly negative aura of Ebon Ribbon's distrust, Nima is still being quite friendly and respectful. Why? Namely because it's nothing she hasn't dealt with before. She is Sith--her whole experience thus far had been brutal teachers, assassins, and suspicions.

    It's just like being back at the Academy.

    Even the pony's explanation of how her powers manifested--and the emotions it used--are even more familiar to her. A broad grin comes slowly to her face. "I see. Thank you for explaining your abilities. The sheer amount of similarities that I see... it's quite interesting. If you were to show your abilities to some of my Sith compatriots, they may well say you used the Dark Side."

    Nima takes a minute or two to eat quietly and process the information she has been given. Eventually, she swallows and chases it down with a sip from her glass, then gives Ebon a small smile. "In the interest of fairness, I'm willing to give you information on myself, if you're curious. I will endeavor to be honest and explain to the best of my capabilities."
Ebon Ribbon      Ebon Ribbon seems surprised that the 'Dark Side' is supposedly so similar to her own powers. "Hmm...if that is true, perhaps I can expand my powers in whatever methods you and your kind learned to wield the Force." she says, then smiles. Just a bit. It's nice to feel like someone understands you, after all.

     When invited to ask about Nima, the pony considers a moment while taking another bite of the veggie dish. "Hmm...so, what are your people like? You seem different even from the many human species I have encountered. That blue color is much more flattering than the silly pink and brown colors that humans usually come in."
Nima Kairn     For an instant, Nima can sense the change of Ebon's perception, and a flicker of amused sympathy passes through her mind. "Perhaps you can. I'll admit, I've had the thought of testing people from other galaxies and worlds for Force sensitivity. Perhaps magic and the Force are not entirely separate... Or perhaps they are mutually exclusive. I cannot say."

    The question about her own people atually forces a change in Nima's expression. Her smile wilts, slightly, and her face becomes more frigid. It's only for a split-second, but it's there. "I am no human. I am known as a twi'lek, and I know rather little about my own people. I was not raised amongst them, after all. I was a slave on a human planet until the Sith found me." She smiles as if it had never disappeared.

    "Instead... I would tell you of the Sith, since they are effectively my 'people'. The Force is known to have the 'light' and 'dark' sides... The Dark Side being fueled by our passions. Anger, lust, and fear are what are commonly used.

    "There are other means of utilizing it. We of the Sith use this poewr to find true freedom to do what we wish. To seek power, knowledge... any number of things. It is difficult, and dangerous... but certainly rewarding. After all, when else would a former slave own her own ship?"
Ebon Ribbon      Ebon listens to Nima, her cute pony ears perked in interest. She raises an eyebrow when Nima's expression changes. It's the first sign of genuine emotion the pony has seen. That forced sweet smile is one that Ebon often uses herself when dealing with people. "So, you escaped slavery and made your own way with the help of the Dark Side. I must admit, it is impressive. I was never a slave, though I was persecuted for my weakness and then my differences. Very few cute little ponies wish to spend time with someone who could consider them a meal at any moment."

     She smirks as she speaks of the ponies' attitude toward her. "I do not use emotions in my magic, they just led to my discovery of my magic." she says. She finishes off her bread slice, then hmms. "So, the Sith took you in. How did they decide you were one who was blessed with the powers of the force?"
Nima Kairn     her lips thin slightly as the conversation continues... It's clear that she doesn't particularly enjoy her past misfortunes.

    "I didn't escape on my own, sadly," she admits. "I was chosen by a Sith who visited my master after the Empire took over the planet. The compliment is appreciated, though." Thankfully, the term 'slave' is a pretty good way of describing the experience by itself. A pretty young twi'lek girl in slavery. It tells it's own story quite well.

    After spooning a few more mouthfuls, Nima finishes off her main course and sets her utensil down with a satisfied sound. "That is a difference, yes. We must use or emotions to fuel our abilities. As for how they decided... one who is trained in the Force is capable of sensing the ability in others. A Sith found me and sensed power in me, looking for 'one born of low blood'. Apparently, I fit the bill... in more ways than one. I was sent to the Sith Academy on Korriban and trained to wield the Force. Though there were complications." Judging by the amused smile on her face, these complications were probably stories by themselves.
Ebon Ribbon      Ebon still has some ofher main dish left, but it is steadily disappearing along with the purple drink. "These things taste very interesting." she says, smiling just a bit. "Did you have any hand in the cooking, or did...Tee-vee do all the cooking?" she says, apparently not quite remembering the name of the droid.

     Noticing Nima's amused smile, Ebon smiles in return. "What sort of complications?" she asks before she nibbles on her meal again. "One born of low blood? Were you born into slavery?"
Nima Kairn     Nima smirks slightly. Funny story, she actually does know how to cook a few dishes. "Unfortunately not. These are actually dehydrated twi'lek rations. I'm afraid the Breaker lacks a true kitchen, as it were." Which actually is unfortunate, but it does mean Nima gets to go out and try local foods more often. "2V-R8 rehydrated them... Perhaps at one point I shall actually go to Ryloth to try the food."

    Regarding the complications and the terms of her low birth, Nima smiles very slightly and leans back into her chair. "Yes, I was. My mother died in childbirth... I do not know my father. Let's see... When I arrived, the overseer wanted to kill me outright. He favored a Sith pureblood, you see." Her smile turns a bit devious. "I was sent on impossible tasks... To find a treasures nobody had been able to discover in the tombs for thousands of years. I did every task, found every treasure... Even defeated a Force-resistant creature held in stasis for millenia, and made him into my servant. In the end, the Overseer was humiliated, his toady was killed by my master, and I was chosen to be her apprentice." With a chuckle, she adds, "The look on Harkon's face was priceless."

    Of course, what she doesn't mention is how she'd actually tried to make peace with him before she'd left. She had the sense Ebon was a lot less lenient than she was on these matters.
Ebon Ribbon      Ebon is certainly not as tolerant as many of her fellow ponies, but she also isn't one to choose death for something just because they were cruel. Torture, maybe. Energy draining, certainly. But, death is too far. "It is almost as though our worlds are polar opposites. Although it was not so true for me, my world is full of stories where friendship and love have overcome everything. Whereas in your case, hate and anger paved your path to salvation."

     Ebon finishes off her main dish, then hmms. "I suppose those things have worked in my favor somewhat, but they have not led me to freedom or riches as they have you. I believe I am close, but it will take quite a bit of work." She reaches up with a forehoof and gives her mane a toss. "Of course, I am not afraid of work. I lived alone in the wilds of my world for years after leaving the high-class city of my country's capital."
Nima Kairn     The fact that such a world exists brings a brittleness to her expression. "How annoyingly fortunate some peeople can be, hm?" Nima chuckles wryly and finishes her glass. "Mm... Anger, yes. Not hate. There are many ways to wield the Dark Side." She doesn't really seem willing to elaborate further.

    Nima chuckles slightly and leans forward again. "Struggle... You and I must struggle through life to obtain what we want, as do many. However, if we work hard enough... All the things we have sought will reach fruition." The Sith stands and stretches on the tips of her toes. "You are welcome to remain upon the vessel for as long as you wish. I believe I shall retire and meditate for now. Alert Too-Vee when you wish to return, and your destination."

    With a bow, the twi'lek begins to move away from the table, though she pauses at the door. "Ah... Stay away from the last door along this corridor. Khem Val, my servant is... Unfriendly, at times. May the Force break your chains."
Ebon Ribbon      Ebon Ribbon stands when Nima does, then finishes off her drink and nods. "Thank you for the invitation, and for the meal. I am not sure what you hoped to gain other than information. Or if that was your only goal. But, do not think that simply because you were cordial and a gracious hostess that I will lower my guard around you." she says, smiling a smile similar to Nima's. A practiced, sweet smile that hides the rage and danger that the pony really represents.

     "In the meantime...continue your struggle. It would be a shame if one who made such magnificent strides in life were to become complacent. A predator can never truly relax. There is always new prey to consider, and new predators to overcome." she says as she follows Nima out the door, then heads for the exit.