Morning Jog (open)

[Ira]

Oh. She tensed. Ira smirked at the reaction. That in itself was a satisfactory response from the girl, even earned a flash of the togruta's pointed teeth.

"They foolishly believe they are right, that they're correct. That they know what's best. What's right. What everyone wants. That is what they foolishly believe. But what do they know about your desires or mine? About the people who sit in these buildings around us, oblivious to everything - both willingly remaining oblivious or unwillingly. What do they know about what people want?"

Ira came to a stop to the right of April though behind her still, looking over April's shoulder, lowering her voice to practically a whisper; "They know nothing of that. They only assume they know." She continued her circle about the woman.

"And what's to say this isn't simply done for the sake of power as well? What do these people know? What do you know about what they're doing? They do it for quote the good of the people, end quote. But the good of who, exactly? They're rather...unsatsifactory reasons. But who does everyone think they're talking about? Themselves. It's easy enough to play that rather unclear statement of who they're helping." Ira paused at April's left side.

"And what about the leaders? Who do they really do it for?

Themselves. Who gains the glory? The recognition? Who gains the people's trust? And what's to stop this all from repeating itself? Hm?"

[Queen Lori]

April leaped back to get away from the togruta circling her, moving at a blur indicating that she was no average human being as she listened to the woman speak. It of course made sense and were points the blonde never thought about prior to this exchange.

"You make a good point. I'm not bothered by the current state of affairs. So what if I can't get a drink or a smoke? I don't do those things anyways. Or any of the other things that Vulture prohibits."

[Ira]

Interesting. Her smile remained in place.

"So then, what is the liberty they're fighting for? Hm?" Ira finally stopped pacing. "They're simple. A sith starts with getting their own power to free themselves. Then it goes to helping liberate others. To open their minds from the closed ones they have. Such is what I strive to do as a Sith."

[Queen Lori]

"I don't know."

She had only heard about them through news sources, which she was certain was biased all things considered. But now she wasn't so sure what to believe. Perhaps the Resistance really were the bad guys, though they meant well.

"How do you know when you're free? How do you know when you're not?"

[Ira]

"But there you were, more than likely siding with them, weren't you? Not even considering that at all, right? Just, think a bit more-" Ira stopped short when she heard April's questions. She merely chuckled again.

"When you're making decisions without the influence of society weighing down and chaining you to limit you. That is freedom."

[Queen Lori]

"It never occurred to me. No."

April was ashamed of herself. Staring down at her feet, rubbing the toe of her right shoe into the ground while mentally slapping herself for not thinking of such things before. That was until Ira spoke again and answered her last question.

"But how do you acquire something like that?"

[Insanity Renaissance]

"Ah-choo!"

Revan sniffed, rubbing her nose slightly after her sneeze. The action came at a surprise to her; she didn't feel ill in any way. 'Someone must be talking about me behind my back. Or I'm catching something.' The idea of being sick not appeal to the firrerreo, and she shuddered ever-so-slightly. But then again, who wanted to be bedridden with nothing but a psychotic assassin droid to tend to you? 'But speaking of HK..' Revan glanced back to the droid that had accompanied her as she was retrieving parts from a... provider of sorts. Hey, the Ebon Hawk had to be maintained somehow.

It was during Revan's casual stroll of the streets of the city (dressed in in her armor, of course, but her hood was down and her faceplate off) that an odd energy tugged at her senses. It was familiar, oddly so, as Revan got a serious whiff of the Dark Side. Well, that wasn't something that she was used to sensing. Another force-user was rare enough, but a possible Sith?

"HK, I think there's a Sith around here." She remarked to her droid, heading towards the energy and away from her destination. "Who'd da thunk?" The minute the phrase left her lips Revan scowled. "I think spending time among these people have led to the inadvertent acquiring of some of their colloquial slang. How disheartening." She didn't think less of the people who spoke differently from her, as she was no stranger to language she couldn't understand, but the former Sith had no desire to pick up some of the phrases herself.

Rounding the corner, Revan spotted the two figures, one of which was her Sith. It was easy to tell who was who. First, Revan recognized April. The two had met before. Second, the Sith was togruta. The horns and headtails were a clear sign, as well as the red skin. She couldn't help but smile as she approached the two. It was nice to see someone from her own universe (or at least one similar to it), even if they weren't from the same time. The last time Revan had found a universe close to her own, it had been over 3,000 years since the events of her life had taken place. And odd shock, to be sure.

"April," She greeted the familiar face, still smiling pleasantly, "I wasn't expecting to see you again." She blinked with her nictitating membranes. "And I was definitely not expecting to meet a togruta of all people. It's a pleasure to meet you." She extended a gloved hand to shake. Yes, she may not be Sith anymore, but that didn't mean that she didn't respect them. She wasn't a naive little Jedi that saw the "Dark Side" as the same thing as evil.

[Ira]

Ira suppressed another chuckle at April's response. However, her thin smile remained in place upon black lips. These people made it far too easy, didn't they? Ira drew in a breath to speak, however, stopped as another approached and spoke before her. Yellow-orange eyes drifted towards Revan and studied the woman. A Force-user? Seemed like a decently powerful one at that too. However, the armor looked a bit familiar though...outdated. Then again, anything from two years ago was considered outdated.

Odd. To say the least. However, Ira brushed it off for now.

"A friend of your's, I'm guessing?" Ira asked, glancing towards April before looking back towards the firrerreo. She took Revan's hand with her own gloved hand, her chilling aura possibly being able to be felt even through both of their gloved hands. And if one paid close enough attention, the quiet suppressed growl of a hunger could be felt shaking within the togruta's aura.

"Wasn't expecting to meet anyone who knew what a togruta was." Ira said, a quiet single 'heh' escaped from her shortly after. "Name's Ira.

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

Statement: And my name, meatbag, is HK-47.
The droid rounded the corner, blaster held at the ready. The photoreceptors glowed dully, but lit up for a moment at the strangers.
Analyzing Threat Level: Togruta. Female. Sith patterns on subject recognized. Threat Level: High.
Statement: Yet again, master, you prove correct. Her attire does match Sith origin, as does the tell-tale yellowing of her eyes, unlike Togruta norm.

HK-47 took his place beside Revan, standing as if inactive. His head rotated on occasion to examine the others.

[Queen Lori]

"Revan?"

Speak of the devil.

"We were just talking about you."

Wait... If Revan was here then that meant...

Statement: And my name, meatbag, is HK-47.

"Oh and you brought the protocol droid... Great..."

April looked up to the sky. As if staring at it long enough would cause a large heavy object to fall on top of HK-47 crushing it.

No such object came.

[Ira]

Ira raised a brow at the droid. Oh my. That little thing brought back memories. Of a droid similiar, yet different in its own ways. This one in specific seemingly was not set to attempting to torture her. Yay. Wasn't that good news?

However, the togruta closed her eyes and gave a soft chuckle at the droid's comments. Look at it being fancy there. How cute. She lifted her chin up, keeping an eye on the droid and Revan as she scratched her throat lightly. However, her fingers stopped. Wait. Revan?

She raised her brow again as she looked over the woman. Wait. What? No. What? She stared towards Revan.

"Whoa. Hoold on a second." She lowered her chin and tilted her head to the side. "You mean to tell me, you're Revan? The guy with the Star Forge and kind of forced the hand of the Jedi Order to commit to a war? The guy who also fell after going in to fight said war he forced the Jedi into fighting?

I'm sorry. Did I miss something while doing research in the Sith Archives? Or is something not adding up here?"

[Insanity Renaissance]

Revan smiled at Ira, ignoring the chill and the odd feeling of a hunger coming from the Sith. For some reason, all the Sith Revan encountered had their own aura. Like how Ira brought an uncomfortable chill down in Revan's bones, the former Sith had once boasted an aura such as that. Even non-Force Users could tell when she was coming down the hall of her ship by an odd sense of fear and apprehension creeping up their spine. Of course, such auras could be suppressed when needed, but Sith were never one for stealth or consideration.

A small chuckle escaped the firrerreo's lips as she observed April's reaction to HK-47. The poor girl still thought he was just some protocol droid, but she still didn't like him. The Sith vaguely wondered how the girl would react when Revan explained that he was created to be an assassin, but all thoughts were interrupted by Ira's confused reaction to her identity.

Guy?

Revan frowned, staring at Ira for a moment. "I am Revan, that much is true. And I did lead many Jedi into the Mandolorian Wars against the will of the Council until they had no choice but to agree with my decision. And during that war I did in fact discover the Star Forge and turn to the dark side to use the Star Forge to begin a conquest of the galaxy with Malak at my side. But I'm not a man, that much is obvious."

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

HK-47's head rotated to the blonde.
Recalling file data on female human.
Files recovered. Analyzing. Target identified as "April".
Low threat priority.
Statement: Oh look, you again, meatbag. I'm surprised you've survived this long. If you want, I could bring the Ebon Hawk to turn you into a small crater. It would bring a swift end to your pathetic existance.

[Ira]

"Yeah...I noticed." Ira commented, still not fully sure she was following. She had seen pictures, videos, she had seen so much. What was going on here? The Sith scratched at the tip of her nose.

"That's...Really strange though." And there went all the "if there was important person from the past" fantasy questions out the window. One less answer to potentially for girls to give. Well, if there of a certain preference. But still, lame.

Finally though, Ira sighed and shook her head. However, things brightened a bit at the droid's statements. She chuckled at it. A droid with a sense of humor. - Yeah. Reminded her a bit of that other one. Enjoyable tastes.

"So...How's it going? You know, after just kind of up and disappearing?"

[Queen Lori]

"I told you. The Revan I knew was a female."

April was beginning to think Ira had short term memory problems. Unless she didn't believe what she had talked about earlier. Well now there was no doubting. Ira and April knew two completely different Revans that was the opposite gender from one another other. Weird. April's eyes looked back to the droid with an irritable expression already on her features.

"No thanks, HK. That won't be necessary."