"Arica," Yami purrs. As if on cue, the woman wearing a blue dancing girl's costume turns and locks eyes with him, and he smiles while raising an eyebrow. "Or should I say, 'Mara Jade'?" Her look of shock almost causes Yami to laugh out loud, but he manages to keep it to himself.

"How did you know my real name, Yami?" Mara asks, her tone also one of shock as Yami's cerise gaze looks into her own emerald orbs, as if reading her soul or aura. She wonders if he knows about her being the right hand of Emperor Palpatine; if he does..

Smiling still, Yami replies, "Oh, Mara... I had a hunch that you happen to be the right hand of none other than the Emperor Palpatine." A frown soon replaces his smile, and his blood-red eyes then narrow, causing fear to shoot through Mara's veins, cold and strong. "And if I'm not mistaken, Emperor Palpatine uses blue bolts of Force lightning. Am I right?"

All Mara can manage at this point is a nod; something about Yami causes her to realize that he likes those who are honest with him.