Catching Up

[Krayzen Dratos]

It had been a while since Velus had been in the territory controlled by the Outer Rim Coalition. His time in the Silver Jedi had proven longer than he had thought, but he decided that he needed to return to Coalition space, to catch up on what had happened during his absence. He needed someone who could help him, a person he considered a friend. And there was no better person than [member="Dax Fyre"].

The two had once served on a mission to go to Denon: now a world controlled by Commenor, the planet had once been a beacon for democracy. When they had gone to the planet however, it was not that, but a place where crime had taken its toll.

That however had been a long time ago. The two had gone their separate paths, yet, it was always Velus' intention to reconnect, and there was no better place than Purgatory. It was one of the places where Velus was willing to unwind, and the more drinks he took,the more social he became. That was why he had arrived earlier, and get himself ready, as he waited for his old friend to arrive.

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax walked into the nightclub, dressed in his typical attire. Black leather jacket, grey hooded short, tan cargo pants and black combat boots, the man looked like any other gun for hire. His lightsabers, carefully hidden behind the breasts of of jacket. The man looked around for a man he hadn't seen in...well...far too long a time. The mission they'd been on hadn't exactly gone off without a hitch. But, they'd survived with no casualties of their own. And gotten the job done. Dax couldn't say that kind of things happened very often. And because of that, he respected the man highly, and even called him a good friend, despite time.

Finally he located his old friend and walked over smiling, "Velus ya old pirate! How ya doin?!"

[member="Velus"]

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

[member="Dax Fyre"]

Hearing Dax's voice brought a sense of calm to Velus. He was a bit nervous, not being in the ORC for a few motnhs, and he wondered if things would be the same for him when he arrived. For now though, he, more importantly, was happy to see his friend, a friend he had served a mission with in Denon.

"I'm doing good Dax. It's been a long time." he stated casually, with a hint of him being slightly drunk. "We need to catch up. What's been happening to the ORC while I was gone?" he asked. "And what have you been doing?" he further spoke, waiting for a response, as he got another drink.

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax sat down and at the bartender, attracting their attention, and ordering a whiskey. "Well," he said to his sightly inebriated friend, "ORC has been expanding a little. Not much, but there have been some nearby systems that wanted our help. Oh, and a planet went supernova or something." The bartender returned with Dax's drink and the man took a brief moment to take a swig of the amber liquid. "As for myself. Well. Let's see here....Went off the grid for a little while. Made blind jumps into hyperspace and ended up finding some random dark aligned planet, populated by a warring cultural that had blown up all their hyperspace drives. I'm still in the midst of sorting that mess out. But, on the bright side I'm a king of sorts there. Also, I'm the Grand Marshal of the Judges. So, at least part of my day involves running around and catching bad guys." The man nodded his head slightly, as if satisfied. Yeah, some stuff had happened.

"How bout yourself? Anything fun happen? Where ya been man?"

[member="Velus"]