Carry On My Wayward Son (Now Closed)

[Cale Gunderson]

Ring of Kafrene​

Some Run Down Cantina Full of Shady People​

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He was lost, not literally, he knew where he was, but more so figuratively. The One Sith had fallen apart, and when they fell, the Dark Lord's control of Gunderson's mind finally released, and the programming he had been forced to follow for years since the fall of Coruscant, had finally been broken. He was him again so to speak, but the decade(s?) of serving as a Knight of the One Sith had taken their toll, even if what had been done was not truly his own choice. The Jedi would not have him back, he was an enemy, a traitor no less, and he was a traitor that for all he knew could have the programming that forced him to betray his own reactivated at any time. He would not go with the other Sith, he would never serve their kind again if he had any say in the matter, and aside from those two all other options seemed to conflict with his shattered ideals or would not have him anyway, so he'd settled for being hired muscle for traders.

If only Marek could see him now, he surely would've tried to redeem him as Cale had once done for him, not until he'd given him the verbal lashing of a lifetime but still, his twin would've tried to do something. But Marek was dead, or missing, the reports he'd dug up were unable to determine who's corpse had been left charred to nothing and who had escaped, either way Marek S'hadar hadn't been seen in a long time. So, Cale was completely alone in the galaxy.

Taking a sip from his drink at the bar, Cale cast a glance around the room filled with destitute and forlorn souls all seeking some sort of anesthetic for the pain of their lives, and then there were the drunk traders who came to consume as much alcohol as was possible for their species and then proceed to be as rude as they could. So far as he could tell there was no in between, he himself fell in the former category, and was content to simply try and ignore the latter as best he could. If they caused problems with him, there were two unignited lightsabers at his hip, just in case.

He'd have to go find another job soon. Perhaps mercenary work?

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax entered the run-down cantina, the smell of stale alcohol, and unkept bodies striking his nose sharply as he made his way to the counter. "Correllian whiskey, on the rocks." he ordered from the bartender, a few credit chips clattering on to the chipped and scarred wood counter top. Soon enough a glass slid his way, the clear amber liquid sloshing within it. Dax brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, savoring the fire burn in the back of his throat.

The man looked around the room, eyes wandering from face to face as he went. He could feel another Force User in the cantina. A soul as tattered and broken as his. Probably more actually. Finally his eyes settled on the unmistakable garb of a Sith. Of course...Dax's posture shifted as he straightened a little, one hand resting on one of his sabers. He stared at the Sith. 'What's it gonna be? Drink or fight?' said his gaze.

[member="Cale Gunderson"]

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Though he didn't have on the mask that would have unmistakably marked him as a Sith, or rather a former one, it wasn't difficult for any force users to pick up on what Cale had been. It wasn't like he was trying to hide it. So when even in his slightly drunken state he detected another force user entering the bar, he wasn't that shocked to find the man staring him down a few moments later. For a moment he simply stared back at the other force user, his gray eyes dull and practically lifeless, the tension hanging in the air.

"I'll take a glass of Corellian as well. No rocks." He said bluntly, addressing the bartender without breaking his stare with the newcomer. As his glass was filled he passed the credit chits over before swiftly downing the drink, breaking the stare as he emptied his cup down to nothing. Looking ahead without much emotion his body remained as relaxed as it had been when the other man entered the building. This newcomer hadn't drawn a saber, so Cale had no intention of drawing either of his. He would simply drink until he had to stop.

In relation to his earlier thoughts on work, he had one lead here on the Ring, one for a job with an alarmingly high payout, and with the hiring party's identity more of a mystery than why he still insisted on keeping his sabers in open view, he knew a fething blaster was a smarter idea.

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Xiarr Sair]

Xiarr took a sip out of his Correllian brandy while observing the people around him. It was the usual scum, nothing really new other than a few odd patrons, but they probably were scavengers, as Xiarr didn't expect anyone of any significant importance to be in a run down bar. Xiarr looked at the two men sitting across from him, they were armed and didn't pay much attention to Xiarr. After he finished his brandy, Xiarr got up to give the bartender his tip and get out of the shady cantina, but as Xiarr stood up he felt the force signatures of two people, one of the light, another of the dark. Xiarr saw a young man staring at a garbed man, who Xiarr presumed was a Sith. The Sith acted unusually, getting up and ordering a drink like any other patron. Xiarr put his hand on his lightsaber, it was likely this was going to get messy no matter what.

[member="Dax Fyre"]
[member="Cale Gunderson"]

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

Jade slipped in, wincing at the noise and flurry of images the force gave her. She made her way to an empty stool and motioned to the bartender.
"Tranesian ale, cold." The bartender blinked, but gave her the drink. Jade reached out with the force sensing the with, but sat still.

She had nothing to do, so she waited to see what would come to her.

 

[Lucien Galtier]

I preferred to spend my R&R in a nice hotel between the legs of a nubile Torgruta, but this wasn't to bad. All the expensive wine and cheap women were making me soft anyways. So, I entered the bar and prayed for the worst.

What I saw didn't disappoint. Tables lay strewn, men passed out on the ground and the hole place smelled like piss. Just what I needed.

I approached the bar and took a seat next to a nice lookin' gal. Roll the dice and try to get lucky, but in a place like this she was probably fast and loose not the wisest choice unless you wanted porridge in your carpet.

"Everclear, straight." I said to the bar tender. He just shook his head and produced what was practically moonshine. Good stuff if you asked me. I took the shot and my entire body immediately became warm. My eyes watered a bit too, but I made sure the lady couldn't see.

"That'll put lead in your pencil," I said to no one in particular


[member="Jade The Rogue"], [member="Xiarr Sair"], [member="Cale Gunderson"], [member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Just a note, Ring of Kafrne is a Rogue One locale that is a city pretty much holding two asteroids together, so rain wouldn't be happening. Not trying to be rude or anything, just thought you should know.))

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLV4_xaYynY
D'vok hit the floor with a thud as he was kicked out of the cantina's excuse for a "VIP" room. The smell of the cantina hit D'vok first, like alcohol and broken dreams. It was something D'vok was very familiar with, and something he welcomed as an old friend. After all, the best cantina's were often the shadiest. This cantina, was particularly rowdy. Conversations of all topics and languages assaulted D'vok's ears. He picked himself up, dusting off his jacket, and looking at the bar. His eyes were drawn to [member="Dax Fyre"], reaching for what looked like either a blaster or a saber, D'vok couldn't tell. He walked over to the bar, nodding to the bartender.
"How ya been Floyd? Correllian whiskey, no ice."
"Name's not Floyd."
"Bob."
The bartender sighed. "10 credits."
"Put it on my tab."
"Again with this?"
"Fine. You're killin' me here Floyd."
D'vok flicked a ten credit chip at the bartender before looking again at [member="Dax Fyre"] and [member="Cale Gunderson"].
"You fellas gonna fight or not? I got thirty creds on the jedi."

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax looked over to smuggler, or maybe the man was a bounty hunter, and scoffed, "Thanks, but I'm no Jedi. And I'm not looking for a fight either. Not unless the Sith starts one." Slowly, others trickled in and out. The ones of note however seemed to know how to fight. Not an entirely odd congregation considering the state of the galaxy. Yet one to be noted.

Despite being a former Jedi, the Rogue didn't exactly buy into the Force always having a plan. Sure, maybe once in a while the Force tipped the scales, but Dax doubted as often as the Jedi preached.

The Rogue turned to look at the Sith again, an eyebrow raised. He wondered if he had begun to notice, to suspect the same thing he himself had.

[member="Cale Gunderson"], @D'vok Windroamer, [member="Lucien Galtier"], [member="Jade The Rogue"], [member="Xiarr Sair"]

(Whoops, sorry about that. Edit being made.

BTW, Jade, its a good idea to post up your Character Bio soon. Makes it a lot easier for everyone to know who you are.)

 

[Cale Gunderson]

"I'm not a Sith." Cale stated bluntly in response to [member="Dax Fyre"], some resentment in his voice at the mere mention of the term. He looked to the bartender and debated asking for another glass and simply minding his business before heading to go meet his contact for the job, but something felt oddly right. It was almost as if he was supposed to be here, perhaps it was no coincidence that some of the others were here as well.

Sighing the man turned to Dax. "Not looking for a fight either, just wanted a drink." He added, completely disregarding @D'vok Windroamer's remarks as he rose to his feet. Cale wasn't interested in whatever quarrel the man seemingly wished to provoke. In the force he noticed something, another reaching for a saber, perhaps anticipating the present scenario to degrade into a bar fight with lightsabers as an added bonus. That was something nobody wanted, Cale included.

"Son, move your hand away from that lightsaber." He called out to [member="Xiarr Sair"], pivoting his gaze to the Grey Jedi. Cale was nearing 50 much faster than he'd have liked, but the force kept him strong and in top condition, but time had slowed his instinct to confront all his issues with a blazing saber in hand. The situation was volatile, like a bomb ready to explode, and it would require a careful hand to defuse it. Cale could only hope he had that careful hand.

[member="Lucien Galtier"]
[member="Jade The Rogue"]

 

[Northwood Galaxy]

Jade finished her drink. Finding nothing interesting, she left.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

"If you'll excuse me, I have a job to take." Cale stated gruffly, looking first to [member="Dax Fyre"] and then to [member="Xiarr Sair"] before stepping away from the bar and making his way towards the door. Though as he began to walk away, he felt something in the force, almost like it was prodding him, trying to get him to do something, that or it was his own gut. Looking back over his shoulder at the two other force sensitives he couldn't help but chuckle.

"If either of you two need a job, feel free to come along." He added, partially joking, partially serious, and partially kicking himself for actually saying that out loud. On one hand they could be valuable, jobs with this high a payout were likely immensely dangerous and having two additional lightsaber wielding force sensitives as muscle wouldn't hurt, on the other both of them had put a hand on their weapon once they sensed him, instead of talking. Without another word, Cale exited the cantina.

 

[Dax Perl]

"If either of you two need a job, feel free to come along." Did Dax just hear that correctly? Dax paused a moment and replayed the words in his mind. There was no way a Sith, former or not, had just offered a job to two Jedi. But he had. 'Well okay then...' the Rogue thought to himself. "Welp, got nothing else to do." He quickly knocked back the rest of his drink, a sudden fire alighting in his belly, "This'll be interesting."

The Knight stood and followed the ex-Sith out the door, hands in his jacket pockets, "Who's your employer?" he asked.

[member="Cale Gunderson"], [member="Xiarr Sair"]