Indeed. [The TIE pilots had looked very smart in their uniforms to a much younger Maketh, their boots shiny black and their flight suits like nothing she'd ever seen before. She'd had a crush on one of them, a girl two years ahead of her. Sekhmet, wasn't it? Maketh doesn't know what happened to her. Probably stationed on one of the star destroyers or left in an early grave. TIE pilots rarely lived very long. Either way, very far from where Maketh ended up.] I don't know if it would be more interesting, exactly...not a lot of people care for it in the Empire. A lot of things have been lost.

[Or censored. Maketh brushes that aside, and prods the shot glasses again. She's feeling antsy all of a sudden, barely contained by her skin. She pushes a hand through her hair just for something to do. The alcohol is starting to numb things around the edges, but not quite enough.] That would be extremely helpful. And would likely save lives.