Class: Sith Inquisitor

When: Episode II, Taris

Revel had frequented many a cantina in his day. He'd been in classy ones, where all the unseemliness stayed neatly out of sight for the rich patrons. And he had been in bad ones, the type where spice flowed freely and offered to anyone.

His favorites, though, were the dives. Small hole in the walls, where a person could drink in peace and get some business done. Some of his best deals came from those types of places. But this cantina, with Imperial soldiers and Sith crawling all over the place, was like no cantina he had ever been in before.

Made his skin crawl, especially not having Denravi at his back. Revel threw back a shot of whiskey, wanting to laugh at the irony that he trusted a Sith more than anyone in the galaxy right now to have his six.

They had been supposed to meet at the cantina close to a half hour ago, but Denravi was nowhere to be seen. Probably got stopped by some Imperial, wanting a favor. Knowing her, Denravi would have some new task for them tomorrow on this hellhole of a world. After only one day, he absolutely hated Taris.

But he had to admit, he sort of respected that Denravi kept trying to help people. It had been years since Revel had given a thought to anyone other to himself and his crew. Not since his Republic days.

Speaking of, he'd probably have to tell her about those Republic days at some point. Not that it was her business or anything. But since they would hopefully continue this habit of sleeping together, it wouldn't hurt to give her a few details about his past.

Fingers slid across his shoulders and Revel smiled to himself. He turned, expecting to see Denravi, but instead found himself face to face with that damn Sith apprentice, Thana.

"Well, well, well," Thana said, her voice low. "I'm surprised your master let you out of her sight for even a moment."

Revel clenched his fists, knowing he had to tread carefully. Damn, he hated dealing with Sith. His Sith was one of the only sane one he knew, and even she was chasing ghosts.

Wait. His Sith?

"She's not my master," Revel said slowly, trying to keep his anger in check. The cantina was full of Sith. One wrong move and he'd be mowed down in a less than a heartbeat. Where the hell was Denravi? "I'm not a slave."

Thana laughed, clearly not believing him. "I have something to discuss with you, slave or no slave," Thana said. "Follow me."

Denravi would owe him for this. The two of them should be having a drink, and then heading back to that quiet, private bunk she had been given simply for being Sith, where they could have a quick fuck before getting some sleep. "Yes, my lord," Revel said, refusing to let the venom he felt towards Thana be heard in his voice. He needed to live through this encounter for no other reason than to yell at Denravi.

Thana led him to a corner of the cantina. He made sure his back was to the wall, so he could see the entire cantina, including the entrance. The moment Denravi stepped inside, he wanted to know. "I have… a proposition," Thana said.

Itching to feel his blasters in his hands, Revel instead crossed his arms over his chest. "What?" he asked, trying to think of what this woman could possibly want with him.

"How much would it cost for you to kill her?" Thana asked casually.

"I'm not an assassin," Revel said at once, which wasn't exactly true. In his seven years of captaining the Sky Princess, he had killed a couple of people for money. But no amount of credits would get him to kill Denravi. First, Khem Val or Zash or whoever it was now would kill him almost instantly. Second, he had a fairly good gig set up with Denravi. She paid him what he considered to be a generous stipend. He didn't have to worry about room and board, and she paid for almost all of his armor and weapons. And third… well, frankly, he liked her. They worked well together, especially in bed.

Why would he want to give all of that up just for credits?

"Everyone has a price," Thana said, narrowing her eyes. "I want yours."

Revel glanced at the entrance of the Cantina, to see Denravi walking into the cantina. Their eyes met and his shoulders slumped just slightly in relief, enough that Thana noticed.

She whipped her head around and Revel saw the bartender droid handing Denravi a drink. When Denravi glanced back at them, Thana grabbed Revel by the shoulders and forced a kiss on him.

Revel didn't flinch, he didn't move a single muscle and most certainly did not kiss her back as he waited for Thana to step away. When she finally did, Thana gave Denravi a smirk and then stalked out of the cantina.

Shaking his head, Revel walked back over to Denravi, who sat at the bar, two shot glasses in front of her. He stood next to her, leaning against the bar, invading her personal space a bit. She stared into the shot glass, like it held the answers to the universe.

The realization of how things must have looked like when she entered the Cantina slowly dawned on him. "I didn't fuck her," Revel said, keeping his voice quiet. A lot of women he knew would have stamped their feet and wrung their hands, seeing the guy they're sleeping with being kissed by another. If Denravi turned out to be one of those… Well, maybe he'd take off after they were done here on Taris.

Still not looking at him, Denravi pushed one of the shot glasses towards him. Alderaanian whiskey. His favorite. She met his gaze then. "I know."

"How do you know?" Revel challenged.

Denravi picked up her shot, some sort of light blue concoction and threw it back. Then turning to look at him, said, "Because you just told me," she said, her voice soft. She shrugged her shoulder. "Even if you had, it's not my business unless you want it to be." She gave him a wry smile. "You don't ever have to lie to me, pirate."

The tightening Revel began to feel in his chest relaxed a bit. She wasn't going to hound him like Casey or Anira, wondering where he spent his evenings or complain how much he spent on gadgets for his blasters. He wouldn't have to come up with half-truths or white lies to get through rocky patches. And if he looked at another woman or spent too much time by himself, it sounded like he wouldn't have to defend himself.

He could just be himself.

Funny how a little thing like that could make him feel like he was piloting a ship.

Like he was completely free.