"Never heard of 'em."

"The Pattern-Spiders. Which weave the Loom of Fate."

"Ah. Maybe. Nothing big enough for me to notice, but that's not really my strength." She shrugs.

"You noticed me, didn't you?"

"Yes, but Force-senses are my strength; precognition isn't the same at all. What is, not what will be."

He looks over her again, then smiles. "Fair enough.  So what happens now?  Is there an Empire that's going to come hunt me down here too?"

"If they find out about you, you'll be in some trouble, yeah. Fortunately Lapetcher's a backwater; I've been here eight or nine years now and they haven't bothered me. As long as you leave me and mine alone, and don't try to keep slaves or anything, I doubt you'll have any problems."

"...Huh. The Empire here hunts down slavers?  Strange - 'planet?' - you live in."

"No, I hunt down slavers. Here, anyway, if nobody else gets around to it first. Slavery's illegal on this planet, that's a big part of why I picked it."

"Huh. Are you sure you aren't a Lunar or something?  No animals you turn into?"

"Nope. Shapeshifting's theoretically possible, I suppose, but as far as I know nobody's figured it out. And that wouldn't have anything to do with it, anyway."

"The Lunars figured it out Ages ago." The capital 'A' is audible.  "Well, one Age, at least."

He smiles briefly.

"Well. I don't particularly like the idea of waiting to die in a desert here.  Especially since I won't be dying any time soon.  Anyone you need help to go hunt down?"

"Not as such - if you want something to do, I can call in a couple favors and point you in a direction, but unless you've cracked immortality, that's probably not what you're looking for. On the other hand, if you just don't want to be bored, it sounds like we're well ahead of you for science; I can get you some books."

"Do you mean old age immortality or not getting stabbed immortality?"

"The stabbing one." She pats her lightsaber.

"We're pretty good at it on an isolated basis, but that's not quite the same thing."

"Yeah. If you pick fights with enough Sith, eventually someone will get you. I was joking, though; the real thing you'd need to worry about would be being captured, and that really wouldn't go well for you. Better to stay away, whether that means staying here or heading for the outer rim or something."

"That isn't how Solars work."

Shrug. "Okay, so how do Solars work?"

"Perfectly."

He laughs.

"The Sun chooses us.  For being the type of person who is willing to do great things."

She doesn't look impressed. "Well, if you want to go fight the Empire, I'm not going to stop you. But they aren't above trying to torture you into working for them, consider yourself warned."

"Yeah, maybe I should get a Circle together before I try that one.  ...Okay, so. What else is there?"

"If you don't like slavery, the obvious thing would be to go bother the Hutts, they're pretty enthusiastic about it, worse than Sith are. Merchants, not fighters. Or you could head for the Outer Rim - there's no big political units out there, it's anybody's game, so there's all kinds of things going on. Or the Jedi, but that doesn't sound like quite your speed; they're the other kind of Force users, and they're not exactly better at morality than Sith, but they're a lot more subtle about it."

He is lost in thought for a few moments.

Then he appears lost in thought for several more, as he focuses his attentions on the Sith. 

If she is watching through some sort of magic-sight, she will see him drawing Essence - but it is inwards; he is improving himself, not attacking her.

He thinks back to what he's heard, to everything he's seen today.  He closes his eyes for a moment.

And he sees someone, through his-eyes-but-not-his-eyes.  A so-called ruler who could not bear the throne, could not bear the sacrifices he had to make.

And so, he convinced himself they were not true sacrifices, that those lost were but his possessions to use as he wished.

He breathes.

He opens his eyes, looking at - or through? - Pradnakt.

She is not the same as him.  But, nevertheless...

"Tell me, Pradnakt, if you would.  What, precisely, is a Sith?"

There's a new tension around her eyes, when he looks at her again, even before he speaks.

"We're Force-users. The Force is - you seem to be doing something slightly orthogonal to it; I'm not sure how much sense this will make to you. But it's about living things, and to a lesser degree all physics; we use it to affect those, or to be affected by them. What we know how to do varies - it sounds like powerful people where you're from are divided into groups with known abilities; that's not true of Sith, beyond a few basic things we can all do. We're - the law, for Sith, is that we can do whatever we like until someone kills us for it; we're the type of people who can survive that, but we're mostly not the type of people who can avoid being corrupted by it, because people mostly aren't, and the Force itself makes that harder."