Aisla had been toying with her glass of ale as two beings seated themselves at her table. Glancing up she saw a Mirialan and a humanoid. It was clear that the humanoid was versed with the Force. Aisla could feel it. She also recognised her, she couldn't recall her true name, but her nickname had been Raider.
"So to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Aisla asked as she lifted her glass of ale.
"I believe we have a mutual interest." Raider replied.
"Do you care to elaborate?" Aisla said with a raised brow.
"We both seek those of a darker disposition." Raider said criptically.
Aisla lowered the glass. "Anyone in particular?"
Raider leant forward and whispered. "Mythias Hawk."
Aisla laughted at that. "You can't be serious."
"Deadly serious." Raider replied.
Aisla sat the glass back on the table. "Why would you seek him, I hear he has a bad temper."
Raider smirked. "That's an understatement."
"You still haven't answered my question." Aisla pointed out.
Raider picked up Aisla's glass, "He's about to possess an important Jedi artifact."
"And this would effect me how?" Aisla asked, slightly annoyed that her glass was out of her possession.
"It will effect all Force users. The holocron holds a secret that can not be exposed to those who are... untrustworthy." Raider told.
Aisla shrugged. "You're not being very forthcoming."
"I can't be in this environment." Raider said as if speaking the obvious.
Aisla sighed, "I suppose not. So what's your friend here got to do with it?" She said as she looked pointedly at the Mirialan.
"He's here for support." Raider answered.
Aisla leant across the table. "What kind of support?"
"You ask too many questions." The Mirialan said.
Aisla smiled at that, "I was Jedi, they tend to do that."
The Mirialan seemed to ponder that for a moment.
It was like thousands of voices cried out for a sequel and were suddenly silenced...