You Can't Spell Slaughter...

[Emic Lai]

Clearly everyone here was familiar with each other. Emic gave a glance to every other party in the group.

Dastan's remark made her scoff. It's like he didn't even know her. "Unfinished business? Do you take me for someone who doesn't tie up their loose ends?"

"As for Pharsalus... a new gig would certainly help. I hate to admit it but I have drank most of my money away."

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus watched as Prazutis began to walk away, he looked at the others and answered the Zabrack’s question. It was clear that this newcomer had a history with Dastan. It really did not surprise him.

“Well” he began “I am familiar with Lord Imatari and our Imperial friend I only know through Intel, but I have no idea who you are” He paused and straightened up a bit “I am Lord Warvanus” he had other names, monikers, names he was known by, his favorite being simply “The War-Bringer”

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis looked to his ship as the pilot droid inside began preparations for their exit from the planet. Prazutis didn't look back as he entered the ship from the loading ramp, thinking to himself as he watched the view in front of them, the droid taking just another moment before the loading ramp raised and the ship slowly began its ascent. Prazutis was finished on this planet, and because of the cease-fire, he was sure that if the Sith would show interest in what he had mentioned, they would surely contact him. And if they didn't, then Prazutis would go along on his way, as he always did. That was the life of many an imperial, though only some could say they enjoyed such a life. Prazutis, however...

he enjoyed nothing.

[Dastan Imatari]

He looks to Warvanus and quickly interjects, nodding- *"She used to be under the employ of a lost- and 'thought dead' Sith Lord a few years back."*

He then looked back to Emic, smirking behind his mask again- *"Been a long time since last we met. and. yes... Drinking your money away? Sounds like the sort of irresponsible habit that leaves loose ends... Though it wouldn't be my problem- it'd be Pharsalus'. He knows you, and I'm sure would put you to some use for the Order."*

He was curious, however. *"What business are you here for- the quicker we can get you into Pharsalus' hands means the quicker we get a blunt instrument back into the hands of the Sith."* It may have sounded like an insult, but it was a complement.

[Emic Lai]

"I told you, kid," she teased. She sometimes had too little fear for her own good. "I'm here on vacation."

She placed her handgun back into the hidden holster from which she retrieved it. "Let's go see Pharsalus."

She began walking in a direction without asking which way Dastan's ship was.

[Kell Sangros]

He looked at Dastan “I’ll let you know if I find anything good, Thanks for the present
The Darkside is with you” with that he glanced at Emic and gave her a slight nod before
He turned and headed towards the direction of where his ship was docked. He was using the
ID “Goliath’s Revenge”

He suddenly was more interested in what was waiting for him on his ship than what the fighting
Pits held.

[Dastan Imatari]

He gave a curt nod to Warvanus, and a common old-tyme farewell- "Peace is a lie."

He then stopped and huffed a single syllable laugh through his nose- *"Emic."* he barked to get her attention- then he pointed to the opposite direction. *"This way-"* He shook his head, unable to contain a smirk.

He'd escort her to his ship, and a short jump away he'd bring her to Ziost. It was a good starting place. He sent word out to the other Sith Lord, letting him know there was someone important to meet him. Emic Lai was back in business.