Raviel Reports Back

[Triune]

*He takes time to check to see if his wrist weapon was loaded and his gloves were active before they reached a landing pad and as the ship comes to a halt he stands, ready to exit or speak should Selae have need to ask him something.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She takes off the helmet and unbuckles her seat. She grabs her cloak and throws it on her back pulling the hood up meeting Rav at the door. She looks at him and raises an eyebrow.*

"Relax. If death comes, we shall meet it."

*She watches the ramp lower and is the first one out of the ship.*

[Triune]

*He chuckles softly as he follows her out of the vessel*

"And here I thought if we met death we're supposed to trip those slower then us as we flee into the night."

*He guides her from the vessel to this moderately low dive. The Laughing Duros it's known though no name marks it as such. He opens the door for her, the scents of too much alcohol and smoke greets her as does cacaphony of 'dance' music. Upon entering the darkened room is filled with a variety of ne're-do-wells and others of the criminal elements all watching the dancer. A Twi'lek female whose skin is so lusterously jade green that she looks more like a moving statue then a living being. She dances with skill but with a gusto, a wild abandon that makes the heart skip a beat. She hurls herself from the stage only to spin around one of the bar's support poles and fling herself back to the stage bringing a cry and hue from the crowd, she owns them, they know it and don't care. Raviel leans close to Selae and says softly into her ear.*

"That is Lyvaki." he moves to claim them both a seat.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She looks at Lyvaki and raises an eyebrow* "Of course it is. Probably a long lost love of Lirreka too."

*She lets out a low chuckle and follows him to a table. She is disgusted with the smell from the place wishing for the fresh rain scent again.*

[Triune]

"In more then one guise on Lyvaki's part. Once she became with child by Lirreka and turned the child as a bio-weapon against the Matron. It nearly destroyed Lirreka but she proved too capable at weaving... Jabbress, I advise caution here. Lyvaki while capable is not beyond treachery. Do not mention you have a child or that she is with Lirreka. The woman is without scruples and would gladly destroy children to get at her enemy."

*He turns to watch the rest of the woman's energetic and highly exciting dance.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She turns back to look at the woman with an wicked grin on her face.* "Is that so? I think I might like this woman. Someone finally of my caliber."

[Triune]

*The Dance sprials on for what seems like hours but eventually she finishes with a flourish and exits the stage. The band places some less frentic music 'between acts' as a servant droid comes up to the two of them.*

"The Lady will see you now, this way.."
The Droid leads them towards the back room door which opens before it arrives allowing all three of them to enter. It then opens the door marked 'broom closet' to usher them both into it. After it closes the entire closet drops down like a lift opening after only two floors. An odd combination of a dressing room and a mad scientist's lab greets them as well as Lyvaki who's toweling off by the dressing table.

"So what can I do for you today?"

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She gets to her feet with a look of disgust on her face as she dusts her cloak off. Her face remains hooded as she finally lets her icy gaze meet her.*

"I heard that you can help me. It seems we have a common enemy....."

[Triune]

*Lyvaki tosses the towel over the back of her chair as she walks towards Selae, it looks to be nigh impossible for her to walk normally, each thrust of a hip turns the step into a sensual display of wanton sexuality.*

"And who would that be little one?" Lyvaki is topping 6 foot tall.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She narrows her eyes at the woman.* "Olath Ilharess....ring a bell?"

*She puts her hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow at the woman not intimidated in the least.*

[Triune]

*She chuckles, a deep throaty laughter and smiles at Selae, ignoring Raviel completely in this exchange.*

"You have my attention now little one... What do you need from dear old Lyvaki?" She takes a seat on a near by chair.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She watches her still not daring to bring her hood down.*

"I was told you could train someone in the ways of weaving. Can you or can't you?"

[Triune]

*She snorts at Selae's words.*

"Training is for the foolish and the uninitiated. I do not 'train' anyone. I can imbue you with the knowledge you seek but you will not need to train long hard hours to achieve it. Think you I spent years learning to dance like a wanton whore?" She stood up and while taking a step back flowed into a graceful piroette. "Indeed I did not, I took the knowledge from a Twi'lek that spent her whole life learning the art of the dance. I stripped it from her mind with a tailored genetic virus and imbued myself with it the same way... Just as I did with her lovely body or at least the body she had when she was young. If you can weave I can imbue with the knowledge of how to do so with great skill and ability. It however will not be cheap. Have you the funds to not insult me little one?"

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She crosses her hands across her chest glaring at the woman.*

"Money is not a problem. Name your price and I'll see what I can do."

[Triune]

*She grins at Selae almost playfully.*

"One hundred thousand republic credits." She offers without hesitation.