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Lady Death floats into the bar, Darkness at her side. She takes in the patrons as she lands. She smiles to Bar and strokes the top lightly. "A glass of mead, please." The requested drink appears. "Thank you."

She lifts it to her lips as she looks around again.

(Summary: Lady Death gets a new ~~Damned Soul~~ recruit in the person of Admiral Piett)

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"a machine, built to carry people thru the void between planets and stars."

She thinks she has it. "There are enough people to be on more than one planet? That is ... amazing." She smiles.

"Coruscant alone was the home to several scores of billions of people. so, yes, there are much more people than one would believe." He almost smiles.

She blinks. "Billions?" She sighs with a dry smile. "I ... am ... unsure?"

"billions. yes, thye total number would be truly staggering. and for two decades, all of them obeyed the will of Emperor Palpatine" A wistful sigh

"That would be the one you serve?"

"I did. until I died." A simple nod.

"My sympathies on your demise."

"thank you. I am more concerned about the fate of my fleet."

She smiles. "A sign of a true leader."

"kind words, and they are apreciated, m'lady" A bit of a smile.

(*mun tries to not be distracted by lady death's pic*)

She smiles. "I find that to be a truth, Admiral Firmus Piett. My best generals look to care for their underlings before looking after themselves."

(ooc: She does have a lot of v. sexy images, doesn't she?)

"a commander must think of his troops first. without his troops, a commander... is not." Just incidentally, he does not seem to have a problem with keeping his gaze on her face.

(indeed)

She nods. "Good ones, anyway. But there are even uses for bad commanders, if you know they are bad commanders."

"ah, yes." He nods. "and if you can isolate them."

She smiles. "I could almost wish you had fallen to my hands at your death."

"indeed? ah, well, it seems this place had another plans. or perhaps it was arranging a meeting." Ah, military humor. A jest, of course.

She smiles. "Perhaps. Or perhaps you did not die on Earth, where my souls come from."

"no, I died in high orbit over the moon of Endor. probably a half galazy away from this 'Earth'..." Again that quasi-smile

... She sighs with a smile. "Galaxy?"

"a massive cluster of stars and planets."

She sighs again. "I hate feeling ... stupid."

"you are not stupid. you are ignorant. meaning, you don't know. stupid is, the ignorant who does not want to know. we all are ignorant to some degree, or over some matter or another. that is no shame." He sips tea. "don't feel stupid. you surely are not."

She smiles. "Thank you. Whatever the name, it still grates."

"you are most welcome, m'lady. you were saying you would have use for a skilled commander?"