As she had pointed out that they were alone, out loud, he smirked slightly as he watched over her. It seemed that she was remaining casual even after seeing the sith symbol having burn marks and darts in it. It was clear that everyone on board hated the Sith, or had some manner of dislike for them. They had a very good reason. The very reason that the Sith enjoyed crushing those beneath them in the name of passion. While some Sith in galactic history had actual noble causes sometimes, they always went about fixing their problems the wrong way. Though the ones that were redeemed in life or death were always ones that should be admired. They had been driven out of control and in the end, they were able to bring themselves to become civilized once again.<br/><br/>One of the main things that he saw in Sith was that they were not only shameless, but had no honor. In order to stop one person from escaping, they'd bombard an entire populated planet. Or to test a weapon they'd destroy an entire planet or devastate many in mere tests. There was so many dark times across the history of the galaxy, it wasn't funny. Though before all of what happened after the fall of the Brotherhood of Darkness, Sith were even different then. The Rule of Two, The Rule of One. The Sith changed and evolved based on individual philosophies, it was hard to comprehend.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"I'm from the Fortress Planet of Bastion, and I was raised there until I was six years old before being shipped over to Ossus to be trained by Jedi."</span>That probably would have raised some flags, being trained by the Jedi. Though around this time, it wasn't abnormal for Jedi to train force sensitive children, even if they weren't going to become Jedi.<span style="color: #FF0000">"After being discovered experimenting with <span style="font-style: italic">controversial</span> techniques, the Fel Dynasty was forced to extract me from the Grand Temple. From there on I attended the Imperial Academy on Bastion and continued my training with the Imperial Knights."</span>From anyone's knowledge in this time period the planet of Bastion hosted no Imperial Academy and it was a Republic World.<span style="color: #FF0000">"I was the Apprentice of the previous Knight-Commander's right hand. They however both perished in a conflict with the Sith Order of the Rose."</span><br/><br/>The man was completely truthful with where he was from. There would be no lie to find, nor feel. Back, or more so forward, in his time the Sith Order of the Rose had recreated the Sith Empire as after the Krayt Empire's fall. The Sith worlds had been widely abandoned and left unchecked by the grand powers of the galaxy.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Though seeing as from the holonet transmissions we gained before you boarded... That all the facts that I shared must be contradictory to what you know."</span>He would state with a rather smug expression on his lips.<span style="color: #FF0000">"So the real question you should be asking is, when did I come from."</span>Folding his hands on the table in front of him, female Chiss came over to the table and placed two carbonated tropical drinks on the table before walking off. She was dressed in a off-black double breasted uniform with a Colonel rank insignia. She was part of the Naval Marine Corps.<br/><br/>The flirty demeanor didn't bother him and normally he would go all out with the flirty behavior of his own. Was he holding back? There was a possibility, as a Prince he couldn't just carelessly flirt with someone at a pub. This wasn't a private party. Grasping the glass of his in his hand, he would take a slow sip, saving the taste.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"How many years after the Treaty of Coruscant has it been?"</span>He was asking a question without answering the one he suggested. He was trying to ascertain when exactly they were, not where. They weren't lost in the sense of direction, they were lost in the sense of time.