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"We really need our own base.."
These were the words spoken of an idea born of necessity and an insurmountable desire to not take up residence on a desert world any longer. While Korriban may have been there home in the past months, it was at long last time, at least in one giant's mind that things change. They were -true- Sith now. No longer just Acolyte's trying to prove their worth. He was one of the heroes of the Winter War. Together they had taken apart a religious group that threatened the integrity of the Empire. Beasts born of Sith Alchemy had fallen to their combined efforts and more recently, the galaxy had seen in a broadcast that would lead to the duo being hailed as defenders of the people by loyalists and hated by those that thought to undermine the Empire.
If they didn't deserve a place to call their own, then who really did?
"Set a course for the nearest space station... I'm tired of this loner, we're going to have to get something nicer." he suggested, leaning back in his seat, folding his arms back behind his head, letting out a rather loud yawn, his jaw dropping as he exhaled a deep breath, seemingly growing exhausted just from the sheer amount of time that they had needed to spend in flight aboard the Imperial transport ship. Trips and sitting still in such a confined space.. They just weren't particularly kind to him.
As they would near their destination, likely after having to correct Lillieth multiple times regarding setting coordinates and things of that nature, simply for the sake of not ending up lost out in deep space, he would begin to ponder over exactly what they would need in a vessel, eventually deciding that perhaps a brainstorming session was necessary before they put the hastily developed plan into action. If they were both on the same page, it was far more likely that they would be able to identify and acquire their vessel without much confusion or debate.
"I'm thinking a yacht to be honest.. We need to find someone rich or some organization and go from there.. I want a place we can actually live between missions instead of continuously going back to Korriban.. Preferably something with a nice sized kitchen and some creature comforts.." he casually suggested, paying a brief glance over to his pilot and closest... person. He wasn't sure what he wanted to call her anymore and in truth he wasn't even thinking about that at the moment, he had his own motives that needed tending to during this operation.
His mother had been staying in a relatively small apartment for far too long and been on a strictly imperial controlled world for longer than he would have liked. With Sith constantly being around the woman, he admittedly feared what her temper would eventually lead to knowing full and well that his name didn't carry enough weight to protect her if worst came to worst.. That was why this needed to happen. They needed some kind of ship that could effectively house everyone in their little group from themselves to his mother to their Acolytes and that was what he planned to get in the -very- near future.
Pausing for a moment and thinking over everything that was being discussed, he shot the red head a smirk, his lips pulling back a bit to show his teeth as he grinned. "Unless you want to ask your daddy to buy us one that is.. I know how much you enjoy getting what you want and I think he'd be -delighted- to see you bring me home with you and see the crowd you run with now." he joked, momentarily considering the horror that would run through the minds of most people. He had only met one girls parents before that and to no surprise, just as he had many, -many- times before in his life, he had left that situation with a blaster burn fired by an angry Twi'lek... That of course was another story for another time.
These were the words spoken of an idea born of necessity and an insurmountable desire to not take up residence on a desert world any longer. While Korriban may have been there home in the past months, it was at long last time, at least in one giant's mind that things change. They were -true- Sith now. No longer just Acolyte's trying to prove their worth. He was one of the heroes of the Winter War. Together they had taken apart a religious group that threatened the integrity of the Empire. Beasts born of Sith Alchemy had fallen to their combined efforts and more recently, the galaxy had seen in a broadcast that would lead to the duo being hailed as defenders of the people by loyalists and hated by those that thought to undermine the Empire.
If they didn't deserve a place to call their own, then who really did?
"Set a course for the nearest space station... I'm tired of this loner, we're going to have to get something nicer." he suggested, leaning back in his seat, folding his arms back behind his head, letting out a rather loud yawn, his jaw dropping as he exhaled a deep breath, seemingly growing exhausted just from the sheer amount of time that they had needed to spend in flight aboard the Imperial transport ship. Trips and sitting still in such a confined space.. They just weren't particularly kind to him.
As they would near their destination, likely after having to correct Lillieth multiple times regarding setting coordinates and things of that nature, simply for the sake of not ending up lost out in deep space, he would begin to ponder over exactly what they would need in a vessel, eventually deciding that perhaps a brainstorming session was necessary before they put the hastily developed plan into action. If they were both on the same page, it was far more likely that they would be able to identify and acquire their vessel without much confusion or debate.
"I'm thinking a yacht to be honest.. We need to find someone rich or some organization and go from there.. I want a place we can actually live between missions instead of continuously going back to Korriban.. Preferably something with a nice sized kitchen and some creature comforts.." he casually suggested, paying a brief glance over to his pilot and closest... person. He wasn't sure what he wanted to call her anymore and in truth he wasn't even thinking about that at the moment, he had his own motives that needed tending to during this operation.
His mother had been staying in a relatively small apartment for far too long and been on a strictly imperial controlled world for longer than he would have liked. With Sith constantly being around the woman, he admittedly feared what her temper would eventually lead to knowing full and well that his name didn't carry enough weight to protect her if worst came to worst.. That was why this needed to happen. They needed some kind of ship that could effectively house everyone in their little group from themselves to his mother to their Acolytes and that was what he planned to get in the -very- near future.
Pausing for a moment and thinking over everything that was being discussed, he shot the red head a smirk, his lips pulling back a bit to show his teeth as he grinned. "Unless you want to ask your daddy to buy us one that is.. I know how much you enjoy getting what you want and I think he'd be -delighted- to see you bring me home with you and see the crowd you run with now." he joked, momentarily considering the horror that would run through the minds of most people. He had only met one girls parents before that and to no surprise, just as he had many, -many- times before in his life, he had left that situation with a blaster burn fired by an angry Twi'lek... That of course was another story for another time.