Curiosity killed the slave. Cirila could hear Harkun's voice ringing in her head as she lingered on the Wrath's ship. She ground her teeth together in annoyance of the sound. How crystal clear it curled through her brain, as if she'd heard it only moments ago from the man himself. The chiss bristled at the thought of him. She both loved and hated Harkun with every ounce of her existence. His passions were admirable, though his spite for her frustrating. Yet for all his hatred and drive to make her life as difficult as possible, he'd taught her more than any master possibly could have. Zash couldn't even hold a candle to what he taught her. After all, he taught her what it meant to be Sith.

Reeling back, Cirila had not expected to see the Wrath again so soon. Recovering quickly, she smirked at the other Sith.

"Trouble on the homefront, Wrath?"

Oh the tension she could feel was thick. It delighted her to see the reaction, it's what she craved. Unfortunately for her, however, it seemed that the Emperor's Wrath was not keen on answering the question.

"You're no fun."

Obvious. Maybe it was something to do with that bloodline of her's. Cirila scoffed and departed, boots thumping against the metal deck as she exited the ship.

She just doesn't answer to a slave. Harkun's voice again. This time Cirila hissed as she looked around foolishly. As if he'd be standing nearby, mocking her. Once all this was done, it would be time to pay him a visit and clear up these damned voices in her head.

"Master!"

Whirling around, Cirila laid eyes upon her bubbly apprentice.

"Ashara." A smile tugged at her lips. "Is everything ready?" Not that she doubted her apprentice.

"Of course, master, we'll be ready to go at your command."

Nodding her head approvingly, she tossed out a "good" to confirm.

"I sense your trouble, master."

The quiet observation pulled the smile right down into a frown. "It's nothing, Ashara, just an old ghost."

Cirila noticed the small, knowing nod that Ashara provided in response. It was difficult to hide from any of her crew. Talos often noted how frequently he caught her mumbling in her sleep. Even Ashara commonly mentioned the muttering when they meditated together.

"Are we ready to depart?" Clearing her throat, Cirila moved the conversation forward, eyes watching intently as the togruta nodded. "Good. This needs to be…"

Her voice trailed off when a figure appeared off the Wrath's ship. Captain Quinn certainly readied himself quickly. Cirila smirked at him, then looked to her apprentice.

"Be sure the Captain has everything he requires, we depart in an hour." Spinning on her heel, she quickly departed to head for her own ship. The awkward assessment of the Captain's now prim and proper appearance would be done later.