"Deskyl would like to bring me to the Unpledged Holdings, then, Ma'am. Not urgently, but soon."

Culamine gives Deskyl a long, thoughtful look.

“I understand. I’ll make arrangements at earliest convenience.”

Deskyl looks back, confident, unintimidated.

    "Thank you, Ma'am. Do you have any more questions for us?"

“Nothing that can’t wait until after I’ve touched in properly with my sisters. Meanwhile, please feel free to remain in this domain as my guest for as long as it suits you. And if you require any further accommodations, let one of my princesses know.”

"We will; thank you, Ma'am."

“Of course.”

She gazes upon them with what is probably the dragon equivalent of a doting expression.

”You are dismissed.”

"Yes, Ma'am." And out they go.

Three days later, DZ contacts Pala with a report on Sith and broader galactic culture, to be forwarded to Culamine. It goes over the fact that Sith are exceptionally rare as a proportion of all humans but still have a population rivaling that of the local star system, and then explains that Sith run the empire, even the lowest of them being entirely above the law, and how disputes between them are settled by violence and subterfuge. She points out that Deskyl in particular is very nonviolent for a Sith, preferring not to fight unless seriously provoked, and adds context to her display in the gym: in a culture where the only recourse when provoked is to fight, making it clear that you'd win the fight - and that you're willing to fight at all - reduces the chance that you'll be provoked in the first place, minimizing the chance of getting into a fight. This also hampered her ability to gain rank, which is also done primarily by fighting - DZ goes into an aside about the various ranks available to Sith, and how they're bestowable but also inheritable on defeating someone of a higher rank, along with all of that person's other assets - but Deskyl wasn't particularly interested in that.

It also touches on Jedi, explaining briefly how they're similar to Sith but with different training, philosophy, and culture, which she unfortunately knows very little about, and the war between Sith and their empire and Jedi and the republic in which they live, and also the Hutts and their trade-focused empire where slavery is common, and the outer rim, which isn't organized enough to say much of as a whole.

The next day, Deskyl visits the gym again.

There are many unfamiliar faces there today, and one familiar one.

Shreya is leading a couple of younger vassals in a close combat training exercise of some kind.

They're all struggling through it quite clumsily. It looks almost like Shreya is trying to teach a combat style that she isn't even proficient in herself, though her lack-of-competence in the forms does not seem to deter her efforts in the slightest!

Deskyl notices, and goes over and sits on the ground nearby to watch, to see if she can make sense of what they're trying to do.

When Deskyl’s refined away all the mistakes, it is literally one of her existing lightsaber katas. 

Specifically, the one she was practicing the other day.

Huh.

She rises and begins going through the kata again.

When they notice her there, they stop what they’re doing and watch with rapt attention.

One of the vassals whispers: “Is that her?”

Shreya nods.

She finishes, returns to a resting stance, signs.

    "Would you like to see it with a weapon?"

"Yes!"

    "Stay well back, then."

Deskyl draws her saber from her belt, lights it, gives a few demonstrative slices - the red beam hums impressively through the air - and then pauses to see what reaction this has gotten from the gym at large.

Deskyl has pretty much everyone's attention.

None of them look scared, although emotion reading would pick up a little apprehension in places.

Mostly they're fascinated. Curious. Confronted with something they don't understand, but knowing that this thing has been welcomed by their master and so must surely not be to their detriment.

She signs once to DZ, receives a nod in reply, and then begins. She takes it slowly, performing each move cleanly.

Her audience is watching raptly, almost mesmerized by the ominous hum of the bright red blade.

The whole enclosure is still and silent...

...and then it suddenly isn't!

Metal screeches, bulkheads shake, winds howl and sirens blare!

(The lack of fear in the room, earlier? Gone in an instant.)

She goes from the kata to a proper fighting stance just as quickly, flaring her senses to try to detect the problem - directly, if it's close enough, or via panicking peoples' emotions, which she can sense anywhere on the station.

The panic in the station is not localized to their immediate vicinity. There are patches of it all across the outer surface of the habitat, as well as clustered near the audience room in the station's center.

That suggests trouble incoming, not trouble already present, and the best thing she can do for it is stay out of the way of  the people who are familiar with the local procedures.

    "She's not seeing any danger right now," she has DZ tell Shreya anyway. "Maybe something coming. People in the audience room are especially afraid."

"I need to get to my SLAYER."

    "May we come with you. Deskyl can help in a fight."

"Yeah!"

Shreya is already skipping out the door of the gym by the time DZ finishes translating. She waves for the two of them to follow her.

"This way!"