And here is another patron holding a heavy book. He spots a empty chair by the fireplace and makes his way there. He notices the all-black outfit and the conspicuous amount of space... He decides to approach cautiously.

She peers at him over the top of her book; not hostile, quite, but watchful and not at all welcoming.

He is wearing jeans and a long sleeved maroon shirt. And he could pass for a baseline human on the "young" side of young adult, except for the wings attached to his back, big and with feathers in red-orange tones. Noticing her steady gaze he says. "Hi?"

She returns her gaze to her book.

He takes a chair and opens the book and starts reading. Making notes in a notepad.

Staaaare.

He is focused on his notes, but eventually looks up. "I'm sorry?"

She glares at him for a second and then goes back to her book, muttering annoyedly.

"I can move if I am bothering you."

Book. Muttering.

Glance.

Smile?

...no.

He can't say that he expected that. Reading for a but more.

Felix has an idea he gets up and goes to Bar.

The muttering woman stays where she is.

He comes back a few minutes later. Not in the same spot, closer to the edge of her personal bubble. He fiddles with the sign and it flashes a message:

OFFERING HELP IF NEEDED. ACCEPTING SUGGESTIONS. TALK TO ME FOR DETAILS.

...okay.

Book.

He keeps reading as well. Someone approaches, but apparently they just need to be directed to the infirmary.

After a while, a person made of metal approaches and sits next to her, somehow without prompting any glaring. They talk quietly for a minute or so before the woman goes back to her book.

Cool. How does the metal person reacts to eye contact?

She doesn't really have eyes, just a pair of unmoving golden discs where they would be on a human. She doesn't react in any particular way to being looked at.

He thinks. He waves the metal person to come closer.

She says something to her companion, who nods, and then she heads over. "Hello."

"Hello. I'm Felix, do you mind telling me your name?"

"DZ-12Q. DZ or Twelve, if you like."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, DZ. Do you mind talking?"

"No, that's what I'm here for."

"Huh, thanks. Well, first thing... did I offend your... friend?"

"I don't think so; she didn't mention anything like that."

"I'm glad. Is there anything I could help you with?"

"...maybe? But it wouldn't be very safe for you."

"Why?"

"She's a Sith; they're notoriously violent and unpredictable. And - she's nice, for a Sith, but..."

"What is a Sith? And there isn't anything that can be done to help with the violence? Assuming she would want that."

"Our world has magic; only a very few people can use it. Those people are Sith or Jedi depending on how they're trained; Sith draw power from their emotions and Jedi don't. There's a feedback effect, for Sith, so they end up more emotional than people who don't have a connection to the Force - angrier, usually; it's easy to upset Sith, and they're more likely to lash out if you do. Avoiding certain Force techniques helps; practicing self-control helps; certain meditations can make it better or worse."

"And there is no way to reverse the effect? Physical things- I have dream powers that allow me to create things."

"No, I don't think so. Force things rarely work that way, and if there was something like that I expect she would have it already."

"Why she is a Sith? Is she okay with these side-effects?"

The droid cocks her head slightly, confused.

"She didn't have a choice about it - the Sith are at war with the Jedi; she's from Sith territory, so she's a Sith."

She considers the second question. "I don't think she minded the effects until her master started assigning her things that worsen them."

Felix glances at DZ's companion briefly. "I didn't realize it was forced."

"I think she'd be very upset if she heard you describing it that way."

"Ah, I am sorry."

"I'm not upset. But it's important to her that she's only not strong enough to do anything about it yet."

"What she is planning to do about it?"

"She's planning to try to kill her master, which is - traditional, for Sith."

"Traditional?"

Nod. "That's the usual way of determining who's more powerful in general, is fighting. For Sith, I mean. If they're fighting over something, sometimes one of them will surrender, but a fight between a master and their apprentice is always to the death."

"And somehow Siths haven't died out?"

"I don't know how it works exactly. It might be that most Sith never challenge their masters at all."

Slow nod. "Is she dead set in killing her master?"

"I'm not sure."

"I don't think I know enough about your world to come up with better alternatives."

"I can ask her questions for you, but she'll want to know why you want to know."

"I just want to help people in general and she caught my attention."

"Well, I can ask."

"Sure, as long you don't think that is going to bother her?"

"She probably won't hurt me."

"Well, there is security... Do you have backups or something?"

"She's unlikely to try, sir. With me."

Slow nod. "Well, if you don't mind. Please."

"All right." And back she goes.

The subsequent conversation is short, and the Sith spends most of it squinting contemplatively at him. "She says you can come and talk to her, if you'd like, sir," the droid eventually reports.

"Thank you."

Felix approaches.

She puts the book down.

"Hello, I am Felix, I believe that DZ explained me?"

There's a noticeable pause before she starts talking.

"- some."

"Did she tell you that I want to help people?"

Nod.

"And I would like to offer my help, but I am not sure how to best do that."

"How much did she - explain - about the situation?"

She's definitely having trouble talking.

"She told me some about your kind of magic and the Sith and Jedi approach to it."

"But not -" she gestures vaguely "- Lord Pritruth, any've that."

"She mentioned. That Sith apprentices traditionally kill their masters."

Nod. "He started it."

Slow nod. "I have some weird dream related magic, it allows me to create a pocket dimension with non-magical objects of my choice."

"- okay..."

"There are others like me, including my brother, he is testing how the pocket dimensions interact with Milliways."

"- okay."

(She seems a little more relaxed. But only a little.)

Nod. "Is there anything that you'd want from me?"

She considers.

"Could - improve my saber, right materials. 'S... not really the problem, though."

"Yeah, true. Do you have wants besides... that?"

Smirk. "Plenty. But not - things."

"Like what?"

"Freedom. Place've my own. Not - " she looks up at the crowd, for the first time since he's been watching her, and her pupils dilate and her breath deepens and she tenses, just a bit, giving the impression of a cat watching a squirrel just on the other side of a window; it takes a moment for her to snap herself out of it, and another moment to speak again. "Not that."

Felix looks around. "You don't want people around? There are probably three ways I could give you that."

"-dream thing isn't - wouldn't be -" she growls, carefully not at him. "Needs t'be mine," she concludes after another pause.

"When I make a part of my pocket dimension I can't unmake it. And I could make a ship or space station or something that can be somehow removed from the dimension and be yours."

"Our world has spaceships," explains the droid. "That would buy us a little time, but only that -"

"- 'n show my hand. No."

"I can make things off from blueprints from Bar. We can probably find something advanced even for your standards. But one option would be to bring you to my world, give you the ship and let you roam our galaxy - my civilization is still confined to a single planet."

She gestures at the droid. "-explained Sith, right?"

"Yes, I do have a strong preference for you to not... bother people."

"Mm." Frustrated sigh. "Can't promise that."

"I thought you wanted to be alone?"

"Not - doin' great't stopping myself, 'f something draws me."

"What would draw you?"

Shrug. "Bored, curious, need something..."

"If it's a matter of company we could send you people to interact you - er, immortal people. Or just keep you updated with books and what have you?"

"-maybe."

Hesitantly: "Ma'am?"

"Yeah?"

"I could learn to pilot a spaceship, Ma'am, I think. Or a nav droid could, if I can't."

"Might work."

"I can make you a nav droid. ...I would be a little uncomfortable if it is a person because my magic reacts weirdly to people - they automatically like me - but I suppose there is a way to assemble a nav droid capable of forming it's own opinions."

...what.

"We... are people, sir... at least the bar thinks so..."

Felix looks very ashamed and concerned. "Oh, I am sorry. It's just... my world doesn't have droids and from my perspective the term 'nav droid' could either apply to a person or a non-person... much in the same way the term 'organism' could apply to a person or a non-person."

She lays a restraining hand on the droid's forearm. "It makes people? Like -" she waves vaguely at the crowd without looking at it.

"Yes, it varies per dreamshaper, but many could use the magic to create people."

"Fucked up." She shakes her head.

"Droids're people but not - known, acknowledged. Also fucked up."

Felix nods at them both. "My world doesn't have droids, but there are non-human people that faced problems being acknowledged."

Nod. "DZ's all right. 'F I get a navdroid he'll be all right. Can't much more th'n that."

Nod. "Do you want to figure out which kind of ship you want?"

She thinks about it for a few seconds, signs 'go ahead' to the droid, and goes back to her book.

"I - expect I can figure out what she'll want, sir."

Nod nod. "We can ask Bar for catalogues."

She nods.

Bar dislikes to straight up giving them catalogues but is willing to give magazine reviews about spaceships that do the trick.

DZ has a pretty good idea of what Deskyl will need - a meditation room and a sparring chamber and at least one workshop; the hydroponics bay can be small and should probably be automated if that's easy enough; doesn't need much of a sound system but what it does have should be very clear, or just go with visual displays, those are probably better; any vital or hard-to-fix equipment that runs along the hallways should go in the floor or ceiling, not the walls, or be shielded if it has to go in the walls for some reason...

Felix is taking notes. He can shield both horizontal and vertical surfaces. Why the vital equipment can't go on the walls?

"-Oh, sorry, sir, I hadn't realized you wouldn't know about lightsabers. Only Force-sensitive people can use them and they can cut through nearly anything."

"Ah. Well, the closest thing this ship has to a budget is a constraint on how much volume I could create given time and I could create a space-citadel if she so preferred. Could even do it in addition to the spaceship if she think it's convenient."

"All right." She doesn't know what the state of the art in lightsaber-proof materials is offhand, but with a little help from Bar, she can find out.

And it shouldn't take too long until they have an optimized spaceship.

With a couple different layout options and choices for this or that to be slightly better at this or that expense, because if it's just presented as a completed plan that won't work either. DZ brings the plans back over to where the Sith is still sitting.

While she does that Felix is approached by a nearly-identical man with white-gray wings.

The droid and the Sith are, for the moment, too distracted to notice.

They can wait until they're no longer distracted.

After perhaps fifteen minutes, they're done; the Sith doesn't scan the room, but looks right to Felix.

Felix finishes the tea he was drinking and approaches.

Fenris follows, he does so by floating a few inches above the ground.

She appears to find the floating offputting.

He lands once they're close enough.

"Uh, hi again. This is my brother Fenris. According to him, we can essentially retain access to other worlds even if leave Milliways, do you prefer to retain access to yours?"

It helps, when he lands, but she's still keyed up, watching him carefully; she doesn't seem to notice the question.

Felix looks inquisitively at DZ.

"...Ma'am?"

Threat there, the Sith signs, indicating Fenris.

Felix dismisses Fenris quietly.

That seems to be more confusing than anything else, but she does calm down once he's gone.

"Do you want to be able to go home again, Ma'am?"

"...maybe. Effects?"

"We would use a bit of pocket dimension to connect the two worlds. We would be able to control transit between the two worlds. Eventually we would like to fix your world's problems."

She gives him an assessing look. "Complicated. And - chance of trouble, for you. Sith're sneaky."

"We guessed that. We are in no hurry about it, but we can just not do it if you so prefer."

"Not my risk. And plenty to fix if you want."

"Oh, we love to fix things. We are going to be careful, though."

Nod.

"Should- DZ, books?"

"...perhaps you'd like an overview, first, sir? Of the problems you'd encounter in our world?"

"Fair enough. Also, where your door leads to and the dangers there?"

"Yeah."

And so the droid launches into the requested overview.

Their world: is a mess. The issue with the droids is the tip of the iceberg; there are humans and other sentient species being enslaved, too, both outright and de facto on worlds where resources are scarce and powerful people can control them. The Sith and their empire are at war with the Jedi and their republic; being well back from the front lines and not particularly interested in the details of the situation, neither of them knows much about the Jedi side, but there is a rumor that they recruit their force-sensitives as newborns, which the Sith makes an expressively disgusted face at. The Sith side isn't even arguably better, though, unless one happens to be a Sith themselves; they're allowed to do just precisely what they can get away with, and their powers mean that they can get away with very nearly whatever they please, in a culture where cruelty is seen as a natural expression of power. And then to round things off, the droid gives a basic description of the Hutts, who aren't particularly violent but have few other redeeming characteristics and are even more inclined to slave ownership than the rest of the galaxy.

Well, fuck. This sounds like an excessively complicated problem, but one that they want to revisit later (likely much later), as opposed to one that they want to just give up.

"Yeah. Might, if - "

"If?"

Sigh.

"This's bad," she gestures at herself. "Think I c'n pull back out, but - don't know."

"We could find a way, maybe find someone in your world that can be bribed to help?"

Pfft. "Sith'd kill me for weakness, Jedi'd kill me for being Sith."

Sigh. "What a mess."

"Yeah. But - if I can - might come help, after."

Smile and nod. "Understandable."

"-your magic - healing?"

"I can't and is not something I have trivial access to. I get a new body if I die though."

Nod; wider grin. "Force does. Sith can't; I can, when -" she pauses to search for the word, and settles for signing: better.

Felix smiles back. "That would be great."

"Mmhmm. Work on it."