Niamh nodded. "It'll take you about two days to arrive. You'll have a six hour layover on Mirial before continuing on to Telos; you can get snacks and stretch your legs, but don't stray too far. You shouldn't run into any trouble while you're there, but try to avoid making too much contact with locals. The more people you interact with, the more people will remember you were there. Play it close to the chest until you get to Telos." She took a sip from her chocolate, smiling and leaning her head back against the wall. "Promise me you'll be careful, Vaeros. It's easy to get swept up in the moment, but from the moment you arrive on Telos, you'll be in deep with no guarantee of backup."
As he listened, he reached for his mug and took an experimental sip of the hot chocolate. He smiled to find it sufficiently cooled, but still pleasantly warm, and took a hearty draught of the liquid as he turned to lean against the bedside table and listen to his master's instructions.
"I'll be sure to save the drinking for the last night, to celebrate surviving the week," he chuckled in reply, but the jest soon faded from his expression to be replaced by a stern sincerity. "I promise, I'll be careful."
"If you get a chance, try Ne'tra gal. Surprisingly sweet for a Mandalorian drink," Niamh suggested. "Oh, that reminds me," she snapped her fingers as Vaeros' statement jolted her memory. "So, while you're there, you'll likely have an opportunity for a number of indulgences some would consider unseemly. Gambling, drinking, spice, women-- or men, if you prefer, or what have you," she waved a hand dismissively. "General vices, you understand. What I said in your training chambers still applies; you don't need to hide anything," she assured him. "If you decide you like the rush of a spice-high, or that a bit of companionship is what you need after a day of dodging lightsabers, I don't judge; everyone has their ways of coping. But keep it under control. A spice addiction can be a hell of a thing to kick, courtesans are expensive and sometimes find out more than you'd like them to, and being intoxicated when a fight breaks out impedes survival ability. Avoid crude like the plague, it's nothing but trouble," she added. "And be careful with glitterstim; it's fiendishly addictive. That and the boost your telepathic abilities get means it's better suited to business than pleasure. Casual use is a waste, to be frank."
She tilted her head, before nodding. "I think that was everything."
"Hmm?" Licking his lips after another lengthy sip of his hot chocolate, he set the mug down to hear out Niamh's coming warning. Stars above, she sounded like his mother... not that he'd say that to her face. She did raise an undeniably valid point.
"I've never gone near spice in my life," he answered with an earnest shake of his head, "And I don't mean to start now. Besides, I won't have the credits to blow on drugs and women." With a mirthful smile, hopefully intended to reassure her, he took up the mug again. "Right. We have some time to kill."
"Be careful with 'never' statements, too" she cautioned. "The moment it's broken once, the entire resolution goes out the window, and that's all sorts of trouble." Niamh looked away in mild embarrassment as hazy memories drifted back. "Ahem," she cleared her throat, shaking herself free of her distraction. "It's best if we get to the spaceport early, just to make sure everything is in order." Pushing off from the wall, she downed her chocolate in one long, and admittedly unladylike draught. "I'll come back for this later, I promise," she assured him, setting the mug down on the bedside table.
"Oh, one last warning; you're still getting used to your force sensitivity, and being in an area so full of... not just 'full of life,' but full of living can do strange stuff to your senses. Try not to get overwhelmed."
The sidelong look that Niamh gave was enough of a cue to her apprentice that he realised that she spoke from experience. He knew far better than to ask, though, so he continued to hear her out quietly, and joined her in downing his hot chocolate with a few long gulps. As he set down the mug, he looked at her to receive her final warning.
"I suppose... the danger is that I won't be able to filter out people's thoughts?" he remarked. "I suppose I'll have ample time to practice. Could be worse; you could be sending me to Nar Shaddaa." He adjusted the satchel strap, and zipped up his jacket to properly close it over the top of the blaster to hide it. "Shall we?"
Niamh nodded, withdrawing her comlink from her pocket as she made for the door.
"New Bethrezen Private Transit Service! My name is Li'im, how may I help you?" an overly cheerful voice shrieked from the comlink, nearly causing her to drop it.
"Yes, just a moment, please," Niamh replied, hastily turning down the volume. She really did despise technology sometimes. "I need a skytaxi. I'm heading to the spaceport."
"Of course!" Li'im's voice, discernibly female now that it wasn't threatening to blow out the pair's eardrums, answered. "You've called at an opportune time! There's very little traffic. Depending on where you are, we can have it there in as little as half an hour!"
"Suppose I tell you we're leaving the Sith temple on official business?" Niamh prompted. There was a beat of silence as the woman on the other side seemed to process the information.
"Erm, ahem!" Li'im began, her voice tight. "If that's the case, my lady, just give me five minutes, I'll reroute the nearest driver!"
"Thank you kindly, Li'im" Niamh answered, inclining her head unnecessarily before pocketing the comlink. "It should be here by the time we're outside," Niamh noted cheerily. "Do they have to sound like I'm going to strangle them over the com, though?" she asked Vaeros over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "It's almost insulting."
Vaeros nearly jumped a foot into the air as Niamh's comlink gave a banshee scream. He didn't even know such tiny devices could be that loud! Jumpscare over, he followed behind Niamh, closing and locking his quarters behind them, as she hailed a skytaxi.
"I don't know," he answered her jovial question, and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Have you ever been inclined to strangle them?"
"Never," Niamh replied. "I don't make a habit of killing people who aren't pointing blasters at me, especially if those people are Union aligned. And even if I decided someone did need to die, strangulation wouldn't be my preferred way of doing it. It's too slow; someone could interfere and save them. A saber, blaster, or heavy object hurled with sufficient force is much faster."
The pair made their way through the temple largely unimpeded. Besides the occasional bit of small-talk between the two, the temple was silent, devoid of nearly all signs of life. The hallways seemed to stretch on longer than they should, and several times, they passed by rooms where Vaeros remembered solid walls, as though the Sith Temple was shifting around them. His master seemed to know where they were going, however, and before long, they were outside, with a skytaxi waiting as promised.
"Droid driver," Niamh groaned. "Make sure to strap yourself in."
As they made their way through the dim temple - or rather, as Niamh led the way and Vaeros closely followed - he found himself glancing to and fro with increasing regularity, a confused frown deepening in his brow. He'd been this way before to get to and from his quarters, he was certain of it, but... he could've sworn they'd passed dead ends where there used to be junctions and corridors. One day, when he had the time to spare, he would explore this vast temple as thoroughly as he was able.
Sure enough, Niamh's directions bore them out of the fortress, where a skytaxi awaited them. He gave a grimace that shared the mild displeasure in his master's voice; he knew well how unpleasant speeder rides with droid drivers could be. Humming in acknowledgement, he approached the car and clambered in beside her, making very sure to buckle up after shutting the door behind them.
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