A new killer

[Mercutio]

After the last conference at Ra's 'Castle' Mercutio left the same way he'd arrived: Drunk.
Save this time he'd left as a stow away on one of the many other ships that were leaving. After docked he stowed away on another whos destination he never cared to find out. Then another, until finally he was found out and arrested, as the authorities had no problem disarming him due to how inebriated he was.
The next few days were a blurr. Though eventually he was thrown into a cold cell to sober up. To his surprise, however, a week later he given fresh cloths and even his shotosaber and the harness he used to strap it to his forearm, just before thrown into an arena.
Mercutio fought.
And fought.
And fought.
He stood the victor in all but two contests. The two he'd lost he'd wished the crowd had cheered for his death, just to end the merciless onslaught of death he had never been accustomed to until now. The first contest he'd lost also cost him his left hand. Though the medics had fitted him with a decent mechanical prosthetic, it never really felt the same.
The second cost him his face as a primitive spiked club tore most of the left and center completely away from his skull, taking his nose and upper lip with it.
Though again, the medics fitted him with a decent skin tight mask to cover the wounds.
The mask he'd once used to hide his conscience away from the horror of having to take life was now what hid his gruesome visage from the world.
After months of fights and when he came to accept this would be his fate for the rest of his life: Fate pulled the rug out from under him yet again, just as it had so long ago when he'd first met Ra..
He was free and was even afforded a small personal transport.
There was only one place he wanted to go.
Only one person he wanted to see.
Though his cracked and shattered psyche refused to give him a reason why he wanted to, Mercutio had learned through the months of enslavement neither to deny nor question his instincts.

"Ra."

He sent out the telepathic ominous message as far across as he could, before closing his mind to all but the task at hand as his transport blasted away from the hell he'd known as home for several months.

 

[Riamah]

It had been longer than two years since Mercutio had left her side. His loss was felt by her quite often and there were days when Ra wondered what had happened to her friend. He had once been an apprentice, but those days had passed quickly. He had turned into a friend she had come to rely on for various things. Mostly his companionship. She had not replaced him but she had moved on with her life the best she could.

Her movement had ground to a halt and her people had faded away. Only Josh remained and she had with him. The two of them lived together with his son from his previous marriage. Together they had picked up their own shattered lives and built one together. Even her business had started to falter, but Ra continued on as well as she could and found peace in a way. Her life was secure for now and she was happy.

She was not a strong mentalist, but had a unique connection to Mercutio. Knowing he was alive was enough for her and when the time came, she would know when they were to meet again. He would be the one to call out to her and when that day came, she heard him. It might not have been a good feeling when his call came out and perhaps some little feeling of guilt came across her.

Don't go to Bast. It is no longer ours.

Just a simple message to him. They had met on Denon and that world was still a safe location. Hopefully he would remember this and she would head there.