Lamia's Palace

Lamia stood in the doorway and took in the view.

She'd certainly had to come a long way from the streets of Bimissari where Sinistra found her.

Manaan seemed lifetimes away.

It was a new start with some old friends.

Lamia walked to the bar and poured herself some of Manaan's finest whiskey and sat down.

"Let the games begin!"

Lamia watched as her oldest friend and former master walked across to her, visibly rough from the night before. Hair of the dog was what Sinistra needed.

The togruta, not as hungover, reached for the bottle and filled Sin's glass.

Lamia laughed. "I couldn't tell you who put you to bed. There was a whole lot of stuff going on. Probably better a Mando than Villa's mum though." She filled her glass as well and took a long swig.

"This will get you feeling right. If we got anything good from Manaan it was the whiskey, eh?"

"I don't seem to remember anything from a certain point onwards. But since I woke up in my clothes, I'm fairly certain I behaved myself somewhat."

She took the glass gladly and sipped the cool, amber liquid, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it went down her throat. That would do the trick nicely.

"Walking away from Manaan with nothing but the whiskey and memories is getting off light."

As the two Mandalorian women entered, Sinistra squinted and looked to Lamia for explanation. When her furrowed brows weren't getting the message across, Sinistra remembered she could use telepathy.

Um, did I miss something last night where I'm chummy with Mandalorians now?

When they introduced themselves, Sinistra opened her mouth to speak, closed it as she considered how to introduce herself, and then decided to just be as simple as possible.

Hi, I'm Sinistra. And I'm confused and slightly hungry.

Neither of the girls was telepathic or Force sensitive. They had their perceptions; Marit in the Commenori Royal Court, and Amaranth, not getting dead on a daily basis for the majority of her life on the hellhole that was her homeworld. These two had no idea who they were; that much was obvious to both.

Marit and Amy shared a look that spoke volumes. No, they don't know who we are. Marit, you do the talking. Some women didn't need telepathy to know what the other was thinking, and the Australis sisters; being the two girls among three brothers, had learned to read one another's body language and facial expressions as a way of communicating silently among their boisterous bombastic brothers.

Marit smiled to the Togruta; She knew her name was Lamia, but it wasn't polite to show assumptions; and she was the classically educated of the sisters, hence Amy's insistence she speak for them.

Our father is Kaine Australis.

She smiled, it wasn't polite to say how embarrasing they found that fact. It also explained, she hoped, why they made better company than the old drunk.

He's usually more focused on military matters, and not much for conversation outside the subject of blowing things up.

That got a response out of Amaranth, who was already helping herself to food and drink. Marit looked on disapprovingly, still waiting to be invited to sit and join their hosts.

Or shooting people, he does a lot of that.

Amy added, sipping at the wine and murmuring approvingly.

Lamia Bes'tial Lord Sinistra

Lamia squinted her eyes at the girls.

"Kaine Australis? The brawler from last night that hurled all over the Boob? Charming." Lamia handed Sinistra a large glass of water, and then picked up her own drink.

"So what, may I ask, would bring you to my chambers? I wasn't aware that Sith and Mando's were chummy." Lamia took a drink. "Pardon my rudeness, ladies, can I get you a drink? Do you drink? If you are anything like your father, I would assume you do. Coopers? I think we have some here somewhere."

Lamia finished her drink. "Well, the older I get, the more I don't feel the need to follow the rules. They don't really exist. You do you.

She filled her mug again and smiled. "So tell me, why did dear old dad send you to negotiate with the likes of Sinistra and myself? What business could he have with us? Is it money? Cuke fields were abundant this year, so we could help. We developed this sweet new strain. It's so light and citrusy.... I remember my first cuke. You never forget your first one. My late husband's lover snuck in a bouquet of flowers. I should have known better. He was such a cad, he never gave flower. Carnifex... crusty old coot. Anyway, I digress... business? What business do we have?

Lamia's wrist pad started buzzing frantically and then the alarms. She looked at the half empty bottle of whisky on the table in front of her and shook her head.

"Well ladies, I hate to cut this short, but it seems that we are being invaded. We will have to continue at another time." Lamia stood up and went to her desk, finding her daggar in the bottom drawer in the box it was given to her in. She strapped it to her thigh and followed Sinistra out of her chambers. "Whoever they are, they are going to regret their decision very soon. "