Lana, human form. Xyshari, Cathar form (image pending). "Seems we can't get away from Alliance duties for very long, can we?"
This was asked by a Cathar with white fur, decorated with tiger stripes. Her brown hair had the faintest hints of silver here and there, and she was dressed in a simple diplomat's outfit.
"No, my love. We cannot," the human, with her striking yellow-orange eyes, replied. "I should warn you, though--this is one Sith who--"
"--doesn't like Jedi, I'm guessing. Not a lot of Sith do, Lana. We're typically always in conflict with each other," Xyshari said, tapping Lana's nose briefly before she let her hand trail up to the side of her face to brush some of Lana's blond hair behind her ear. "You forget, I have my saber, and I have the Force on my side."
"Yes, but I'd just as soon this didn't turn into an incident," Lana said. "It's challenging enough with the fact that both the Empire and the Republic are pushing for an alliance with us, even with the Alliance dissolving soon."
"I'm willing to listen to anyone that you think is worth approaching," Xyshari said. "Though I'd just as soon remain separate from both..."
Lana looked at her chrono, and nodded. Seven minutes before the allotted time. If what she remembered about Phobos was still true, he was probably already there, scowling. She looked to Xyshari and gave a small nod of her head as she opened the door.
"After you," she said, and Xyshari entered the room. Lana would follow after, closing the door and straightening her garments before turning to face the other Sith.