"I absolutely agree," said Junahthur, his smirk only widening as she expressed her views on power. Did he want power? Perhaps, after a fashion, but he could stand not to be the most powerful person in the room so long as he could be confident that he was the smartest; history had shown that guile always won over force. "Too much power can drive a man--or, a woman--mad. Best to moderate and keep a clear head, yeah?" Krayt, unfortunately, had rendered the war of the Sith unwinnable the moment he'd decided that earning the allegiance of a Jedi was more important than maximizing the potential of the loyal forces he already had. It seemed that was too often the downfall of incarnations of the Sith Order. He hoped that Nihl would not make the same error.
Her short story about her past had him curious. He'd heard stories like hers before, and they always ended one of two ways: a deeper and deeper plunge into a life of crime or "redemption" at the hands of some righteous upstart. It was too soon to say that she could be called a criminal in the harshest sense of the word, but it was rare for anyone to come to the Wheel without having some sort of stain on their record. Naturally, he was most interested in seeing her story end in crime, but he certainly couldn't say that outright. "Piloting, as it happens," he answered. "I can fly a ship as well as any other fella in this galaxy. Sadly, 'as well as any other fella' is rarely good enough for any job worth the trouble."
He began to swirl his drink around in his glass, eying the ice cubes curiously as they twisted about. Smiling halfheartedly, he concluded, "Some o' the best tend to gather here on the Wheel. I imagine that's because legitimate work, as it were, doesn't often require much fancy flyin'. Makes sense, hm?"