Private Chasing The Dragon

[Oz Neru]

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Location: Cantonica, Canto Bight
Objective: Make Millions
Tag: Tirin Raene

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“Well that’s certainly putting it lightly. Although it isn’t too bad I guess. My memory has been pretty splotchy and history hasn’t been too kind in the last few hundred years so I hardly feel like I missed out on much.” Oz replied rather casually. His mind before and during being bound within a beast was rather blurry. Only able to piece together galactic events through the memories of other victims sharing in his experience. Creating a mismatched jigsaw puzzle of memory. Both his own, and of others.

“Certain things seem very advanced indeed. Other new technology just seems like more of the same to be honest.” Then again technological stagnation has been an issue within the galaxy for thousands of years before he was even born.

Oz watched as Tirin leaned in a bit closer and spoke. “Oh dear, well if it makes things easier you could always drop me off at the nearest star port or station. I’ll manage well enough on my own I assure you. I’m afraid most of my knowledge is quite outdated. An old textbook might be more reliable to be fair.” Oz replied, not thinking that there would be much issue with just letting him go. By now he was also certain that Tirin was some sort of Jedi. Or at least whatever passed for a Jedi in this present era. Although limited, what he's experienced so far seemed a little, off. Oz wondered if the last Jedi purge he was caught up in had been more catastrophic than he'd imagine.​

 

[Tirin Raene]

Oz Neru
Tirin's violet eyes narrowed, his sharp features illuminated in the dim light of the room. He leaned back slightly, folding his arms. "Letting you go isn't an option, I'm afraid. Outdated or not, the fact that you were using the Force to manipulate people and steal from them still makes you dangerous."

There was a pause as Tirin studied Oz with calculating intent. "Your knowledge may be fragmented, but your abilities are clearly intact. That alone means you're valuable, even if you've missed a few hundred years of galactic history. We can't afford to have someone like you wandering around unchecked."

He rose from his seat, moving slowly around the perimeter of the room as if considering his next move. "But, maybe there's a way you could still be of use to me," Tirin said, his voice measured. "If you're willing to cooperate, we might find a way to… put your skills to better use. You seem adaptable, after all."

His tone was neither threatening nor comforting—it was cold, pragmatic, and completely focused on the potential he saw in Oz. "So, what will it be? Will you work with me, or do I have to ensure you don't become a threat to others?"

 

[Oz Neru]

Location: ???
Objective: N/A
Tag: Tirin Raene

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Oz listened as Tirin began to explain their reasoning for not being okay with letting him go. Causing the blue man to scoff and roll his eyes. “Come on, that's it? I’ve been responsible for so much more than robbing a few gamblers of their credits. I’m a whole lot more than some thief. Don’t say that’s all you’ve got on me?” Oz’s tone was one of annoyance. Seemingly insulted that all he was known for was a bit of theft.

Letting out huff he took a deep breath to try and calm himself a bit. Trying his best to play into the situation he was stuck inside of. Then again he felt as though his own ego had been hurt by Tirin’s lackluster assessment of him. “Wow…you really have no clue who I am, do you?” Oz asked, ending with a soft yet sinister chuckle. “But that makes more sense now.” They must think that he was just some lowly psychic con man. Just some blue man with a silver tongue. That was okay, he could work with that. To him it meant that Tirin and whoever else was here should greatly underestimate.

But they also suspected he had knowledge about the Sith. Oz hypothesized that they might just think that he was some acolyte who flunked out of the academy. Still a threat, even if a minor one. But now they know that he was a man misplaced in time. Which would certainly raise some suspicion about who they actually had on their hands. Still it might be worth the effort to try and undersell himself. “So you wanna strike a deal, is that it? What would that involve exactly? I still have very little idea on who or what you are, Mr Tirin.” ​

 

[Tirin Raene]

Oz Neru Jasper Kai'el
Tirin quirked a brow as he listened to Oz's tirade, the slightest trace of amusement curling at the corner of his lips. His gaze swept over the blue man with an air of scrutiny, as though sizing up a piece of machinery that might still have some use despite its rust.

"One would think the playing field is almost level then," Tirin remarked with a cool, measured tone. "But you misunderstand me if you think I see you as a mere thief or some... flunked acolyte." He paused, as if considering the weight of his next words. "No, I know well enough that there's more to you than petty crime. Your arrogance speaks volumes, but it also betrays you. I can issue rewards just as easily as reprimands. And I assure you, those rewards would be well worth your cooperation and obedience."

Tirin leaned in slightly, his eyes locking onto Oz's with a sharp intensity. "We may yet have a use for you, should you choose to take the more agreeable path."

The tension hung in the air for a moment before the door to the chamber slid open, breaking the moment. Valin entered, his expression impassive, leading in none other than Jasper Kai'el.

"This is him," Valin announced, his voice betraying none of the emotions that flickered beneath the surface.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Aries
Tags: Tirin Raene , Oz Neru

Lightsaber
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"This is him," Valin announced

"Huh," Jasper remarked with a frown, stepping up to examine the Sith. "This is the guy?"

Jasper paced around him, sizing him up as he considered a course of action. Eventually they would be standing down the agents of the Sith Order. He needed an in. Unfortunately this fellow didn't appear to be any prominant Sith that he could identify. A blank canvas perhaps?

Only time would tell.

"Right then, let's get down to business," he began. "I need information, and one way or another you're gonna help me get it."

 

[Oz Neru]

Location: ???
Objective: N/A
Tag: Tirin Raene | Jasper Kai'el

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Hearing Tirin’s reply Oz gritted his teeth in frustration. “So you like messing with minds too don’t you. I can tell you’re good, I hadn’t noticed your intrusion until now.” They were right, it seemed as though the playing field was level now. Well, except for the fact that he was the one suspended in a particle shield.

But soon enough he saw another enter the room along with the man that captured him. The new person had a mechanical arm that too the pantorian looked rather crude. Clearly these weren’t the upper echelon of Jedi if they were too strapped for cash to afford proper prosthetics.

Then again three Jedi in one room seemed a lot. Perhaps they didn’t underestimate him as much as he thought a mere moment ago. “Uh huh… and who are you supposed to be? I still don’t really know what you want me to do other than spill some beans, and apparently that isn’t good enough. You know beggars can’t be choosers…” Oz remarked, lightly chastising the trio of Jedi for seemingly being too demanding with what they wanted out of him.​

 

[Tirin Raene]

"Messing with minds? You're giving me too much credit." Tirin's lips curl into a slight smirk as he steps closer, keeping his gaze fixed on Oz. "I'm simply reading the situation. You're the one trying to play a game here, throwing out distractions, hoping one of us will bite." He takes a step back, eyes narrowing slightly. "But we're not as disorganized or desperate as you'd like to believe. You think three Jedi means we're unsure of how to handle you perhaps~?"

Tirin tilts his head, the smirk fading as his tone sharpens. "You're not in any position to make demands or chastise anyone here. Whether you decide to 'spill the beans' or not is your choice, but make no mistake—you'll talk one way or another. You can either be useful, or expendable. Your call."

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Ares
Tags: Oz Neru , Tirin Raene

Lightsaber
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“Uh huh… and who are you supposed to be? I still don’t really know what you want me to do other than spill some beans, and apparently that isn’t good enough. You know beggars can’t be choosers…”

"Man, you sure picked a yapper," Jasper remarked with a frown. "Jasper Kai'el. What matters to you is that I'm looking to get a man inside the Sith Order. I think you have some value to you..."

He paced around the man, feeling his aura. It was dark, potently so at that. How much of him was even properly him as opposed to some body created through alchemy or grown in a lab? Of course, such things gave him ways to guide the Sith into a collaborative effort. A soft smile spread across his face.

"Now, tell me about yourself," he began, crossing his arms. "Your presence in the Force is rather pungent. A darkside master I presume?"

 

[Oz Neru]

Location: ???
Objective: N/A
Tag: Tirin Raene | Jasper Kai'el

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“Oh so you two want to turn me into some sort of secret agent for the Jedi hmm? Well I must admit that does sound quite thrilling indeed. It also makes you all quite lucky to have found me. I have no loyalties to the Sith as a whole.” That was true, in fact he blamed Sith for being in the situation he was in. But he also had no love in his heart anymore for the Jedi. Both orderers carelessly discarded him and he was buried under the weight of history.

“A master? Oh well there’s no need to flatter me here friend. But yes I do suppose that it is the title I am deserving of after everything I’ve been through.” He replied, somewhat betraying his age once more. “But I don’t wanna be too forthcoming with myself now. A magician never reveals his secrets, you know? I need to have some surprises in my arsenal to be useful after all. You said it yourself friend, I can be useful or expendable. I think becoming an open book might throw me into the later category.”

Oz was under no illusion that he could really trust them, a sentiment he knew had to be a two way street after all. “I’ll just say I’m rather skilled in influencing others. I could even string up an entire council of Hutts to be my puppets.” Perhaps what he was saying was hyperbolic. Hutts were well known to be resistant to mind games. Yet the pantoran Sith wouldn’t doubt such a claim from himself. ​

 

[Tirin Raene]

Oz Neru Jasper Kai'el


Tirin leaned slightly closer, the dim light casting sharp shadows across his features, accentuating the glint in his violet eyes. The subtle amusement in his tone danced on the edge of sarcasm. "Oh? That eager to please are you?" He arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk creeping onto his lips. "Then perhaps you'll be kind enough to be a good boy and sit still whilst my friend here does what he needs to, hmm?"

His words were laced with an inviting yet teasing quality, like a cat toying with its prey. Tirin's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, almost intimate. As he spoke, he made a slight gesture with his hand, a fluid motion that suggested control—an assertion that he was always a step ahead.

"After all," he paused for effect, leaning back just enough to assess Oz's reaction, "we both know that fidgeting can lead to... unfortunate consequences." The underlying warning was clear; Tirin's demeanor conveyed both charm and a subtle threat, a blend designed to keep Oz on edge.

Stepping back, he glanced at Jasper, his expression shifting from playful to serious in an instant. "We want a collaboration, Oz. But cooperation requires a little trust and a lot of composure." He locked his gaze back onto Oz, his voice growing softer, yet more firm. "So, shall we proceed without disruption?