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Private Clash beneath the Moon

Entralla. It wasn't a hugely famous planet, nor was it convenient for Cassian to journey to, however he lacked a master, and so would be assigned the tasks that no one else wished to do. Given that he would be sent on these alone, he was afforded a certain freedom in his travels, able to take slight detours to see planets that he likely would never otherwise bother with.

His task had been some mundane check on a neighbouring planet so mind-numbingly boring that he had attempted to push it from his memory, hoping that his only memorise of the trip would instead come from Entralla. Given that it wasn't the most famous of planets, there was a surprising amount of excitement that he expected could be found on Entralla. It was a planet rich with myths and legends, which surely would make for an exciting studying opportunity, if he was to speak with the locals or traverse through it's cities, hopefully able to witness the affects of these myths first hand.

Exciting as these myths may be however, the thing that Cassian truly wished to witness was the Lunar Night, and the parade that would take place on this night. It was by some incredibly luck that his task had coincided with this night, and by taking this detour on his return to Jutrdand, he'd be able to spend the Lunar Night on Entralla.

Learning to pilot a ship had seemed a daunting task, but it was a skill that he was so incredibly glad to have picked up, as they facilitated these solo trips, given that he would be given a ship temporarily whenever he was given a task. Whilst he could fly, the parts he had to manually take control of weren't often pretty, and so as he lowered his ship down into Nexus Cities hanger, it wasn't the smoothest of landings, almost crashing straight into the back wall. Cassian left his ship with a chip on his shoulder, desperately hoping that no one had been present to witness his far from perfect landing. Thankfully, the hanger was seemingly empty and he was able to walk out into the city without incident.

He walked without his mask, and dressed in a slightly longer, and more elaborate cloak than he typically would. The main purpose of his cloak was so that it would hang over the light saber that was concealed at his hip, the saber itself visually an old one, evidently not made for the boy and it had certainly seen better days. Whilst Cassian hated the weapon- viewing actual light saber combat as far more barbaric than the refined Echani martial arts he had been raised on- he could begrudgingly admit it came with a lot of value, making for a great intimidation tool.

As Cassian drew nearer and nearer the cities center, the streets became increasingly more filled, likely approaching where the parade would pass through. During this short walk, the moon had also became visible, notably incredibly close to the planet. Even if Cassian knew the moons close orbit was what marked Lunar Night, it was still surprising to see in person. Cassian shifted through the crowd, finding a spot where he could have a clear view of the cleared out road, screams and yells all around him as people began to pass by on the road, dressed as Entrallan warriors of legends, few of which Cassian recognised.


 
A festival all about celebrating a moon? How positively droll, at least some of the food offered on Lunar Night was worth while. Everything from savory meats to large moon-inspired cookies! One such baked treat currently occupied the Sith's left hand, dusting his glove in powdered sugar. What a strange, yet enjoyable, pastime.

As he walked through the crowd though, his right hand began to twitch slightly. It was a small tell he had that his bloodlust was once again rearing its ugly head. Just being around people was dangerous for the Sith Lord, so many throats left uncut! Intrusive thoughts bubbled up as he walked past the people in the crowd, images of slaughter filling his warped mind.

He was snapped out of his thoughts, when he began to sense something, a small tug in the force. It was just enough to keep him occupied, for now. Nathrax was not the most religiously devout of Sith, but he did practice. And when the dark side called to him, he tended to listen.

That small tug via the invisible strands of The Force made him wonder what it was he was sensing. Perhaps it was some ancient Force bauble? Such things were not impossible on a world such as Entralla. Or, maybe he was sensing some lingering remnant of a dark side ritual? Again, Entralla was steeped in religious history, it wasn't impossible to imagine a dark side cult here.

As the Nagai closed in on the tiny ping of the force though, he realized it had to be coming from a living source, it was just strong enough to feel alive. Hah, perhaps today wouldn't be so boring after all! It would either be a religious experience, or another glorious death to add to his ever growing tally. Just thinking about it made the Sith Lord giddy!

He stood there, mask on and cutting an imposing silhouette. The crowd parting for the tall slender stranger, it was like he was a stone interrupting the flow of a river. Under his mask he would smile, sensing the presence getting closer and closer. The excitement was palpable!

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Cassian was none the wiser to his presence having been detected, lacking the same finesse with the force to be able to detect another with a strong force connection, and so he went around continuing to enjoy the festivities. He stopped by various stalls, trialling their treats, be it some kind of local meat or a desert baked specifically for the festival.

Whilst the festival itself was interesting enough, occasionally asking a local to explain who one of the passing figures was, it did soon become clear that this festival hadn't been worth being the sole reason for such a detour. He'd better used his time head straight back to Jutrand, but, alas, he would be here for the night, and so he'd continue to look for something, or somebody of interest in these crowds.

Being as bored as he was, he continued to cut through the crowd, having to shimmy between bodies and walk around crowds, lacking the presence to have them part for him. It was frustrating, but he needn't risk a scene by trying to impose his presence on these people. Even if he had tried, he couldn't be certain how well they'd even respond, it was just as likely they'd snort, and turn away from him.
One day, he thought to himself. One day he'd be so great that people would split the path for him.

Little did he know, as he was dwelling on those matters, such a thing was happening not so far away from him. However, Cassian did not stand idly by, instead moving between stalls, pausing to peer up at buildings, accidentally making it as hard as possible for the other Sith to close in on his location. That was until he eventually came to a complete halt towards a quieter section of the festival, peering over towards a stall, taking a moments respite.

All it took was a shiver running through his body, a simple instinct that had been trained throughout his childhood, an instinct that told him there was some kind of danger. Though it provided no hint as to what it could be, and Cassian turned slowly, his eyes flicking about the crowd. What he assumed to be the source of this instinct was hard to miss, a larger being who seemed to split the crowd as he approached, growing ever closer to Cassian.

And yet, in spite of this instinct, Cassian found himself rooted to the spot, his eyes trained on the approaching figure.


 

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