Cold Hearts Brew Colder Songs

[Josh Dragovalor]

Leritor​

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To best work with others, one must first master the art of one's self. This was Josh's issue. He had been so eager to see what it was like to be human, to cast off the strict emotional restrictions that the old Order had cast on him when they wanted to use him as nothing but a weapon, a tool, a thing. And it had been such a wonderful thing. But such things also had their drawbacks, and this was the reality that he now faced. Too much strain had made it difficult to use his mind, and because of it, he had begun to rely on his heart. But he had doubts about if his heart, while in the right place, could make the decisions that needed to be made. For the time being, he had decided to do his missions alone until he could find his own center, so as not to endanger the other Jedi. He couldn't act impulsively, needed to find a way to uncloud his mind and learn to use his head again instead of just his heart.

Which was why he had taken the investigation mission on Leritor. While he had no knowledge of the planet, reports of criminal activity in the system had been traced to a base located in a city on Leritor. With no real time limit to this mission, Josh hoped this would be the best way to start making strides to improve himself back to proper form.

As he stepped out of the spaceport and into the city though, he quirked a brow. Resorts and beaches? This... Hadn't been what he had been expecting. He'd expected it to be a lot more... Hmm... Desolate.

"Well, I'll be damned" He muttered under his breath. He supposed it was best he started asking around.

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

With visitors, Petra was less hands on the building of the stronghold. Although, she did make sure she had chances to look it over. There was the desire of having it perfect. An improvement over the Morte Clan’s stronghold on Dathomir. That would not be too difficult since the first stronghold was one small stronghold that was expanded twice for the growing clan. They made sure the mountain range was large for expanding. This would be one home for all Dathomirian witches and jai leaving Mando space. Her people did not need to suffer by such metal head racists. The stress and worry of the people not knowing when the Mandos would change their minds again to start another purge and curing mission.

One thing that was going well, Petra’s blessing of the world. Her energies were the world and the world’s energy were hers. The ancient of the Sith spells that she used so long ago had kept her going. She had perverted it into bindings of worlds. Blessings of the worlds she called it. Really it was there to corrupt the flow of the force, so her people had a source to tap in that different. It changed their ichor too.

Elsewhere, the blessing was making it easier to convert minds of the native crab people and humans on the world. Guest did not see the change. They were not expose every day to the force flowing through the world. So, there were growing number of eyes for Petra. This world would have been pure resorts and beaches if another Viceroy was chosen, but Petra was given the position by her sweet son. Since, The CIS was against slavery, Petra did what she always did to get around such rules.

In the city’s spaceport, one such man approached the arrival. “Welcome to Leritor, which resort have you booked for your stay so our shuttle may take you to the correct one, Sir.”

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh was quickly pondering just where he would be able to find information, who and what would be good to ask. A more tactical mind was starting to take hold, which was good. Being solitary could drive you mad... But it could also give you focus without distraction. He could, he supposed, just wing it, ask who seemed like they might have information. He'd either find the information... Or attract the attention of the people he was seeking. Either way most likely led him to where he was looking for.

He would be approached by someone, and when asked about resorts, he tilted his head a moment but quickly understood what they meant. "Welcome party is so beautiful, I might just have to consider staying" He joked casually in turn. "I'm not booked, I have my ship to stay in" He would explain. "I'm actually a private investigator, a detective" Josh spoke, twisting his wording just a little so as to not completely give himself away. "Have you happened to hear any reports of anything funky in the area? Anything suspicious, maybe?"

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

The man was happy to answer, “Oh, a detective.” He knew what to say and do now. Their Viceroy had decreeds for the citizens that worshiped her as a deity. He acted on them. “Anything funky or suspicious… hmmm… Our new Viceroy outlawed travel outside of the city and resorts for citizens and guests, then there is no hunting on the planet at all. All the while we had reports of large monsters that been seen miles outside of the city appearing. That funky enough for you, Sir?”

He pointed at the passage way, “If so… please exit the port through there. Then head left, that is north, and head to the CIS Viceroy building. It is the last one before exiting the city into the grasslands. The Viceroy might be there or one of the state workers could assist you better than I could, Sir. However, if that isn’t strange enough… might try the beaches, I hear women run around there with missing clothes.” That was more of a joke. He did hint to it with chuckling afterwards. Also he continued to point towards the exit while moving out of Josh’s way.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Apparently he'd mistaken the man for a woman, but he said nothing on the matter even when he realized it. In today's galactic year, who knows what people look like and what they actually were? Everyone wore masks now. The guide would explain that he would be best pressed to talk to the Viceroy about this sort of thing. That worked for him, he supposed. He was honestly hoping to get in and out without having to deal with the CIS... Too many questions. But he supposed if there was no leads here, he was going to have to ask this Viceroy if they had anything.

"Of course. Thank you for your assistance" He spoke calmly with a gentle bow as he would move forward, deciding not to respond to the bit about missing clothes. With that, he would begin to make his way toward where he had been directed...

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

After the visitor had departed, the man that was the greeter contacted the Viceroy’s office. He had to inform them of a detective that was looking for work, maybe. The greeter added no name was exchanged and that was more his fault for not asking it. The office requested him to report to the temple for classes, so the minor slip up would not happen again. Another was sent to replace him.

Once that call was done, the office reached out to Petra to update her. Of course, they got a hold of one of the witches that were handling communications. Petra had gone to the beaches that the Sauvax controlled. They were the first to be consumed regarding sentient life by Petra’s spell. She visited them on their coastal lined villages. Each week was a different village, but they all came. This was not one of those visits. She just wanted to lay on the beach and sunbathe. It was why she stayed closer to the mountains that ran into the ocean than heading south where the villages were.

The witch had to take a speeder to reach Petra, and she could inform her about the visitor. Petra wanted to be left alone to the point of leaving her comms back at the settlement. The Viceroy office could handle the guest until they needed Petra.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

And so he was to play the waiting game. Whether he was waiting on that spot, or had been sent to the Viceroy's office to wait for whoever they sent, Josh waited patiently. Although he didn't exactly wait forever either. If the waiting time went on too long, then he would probably pull out his datapad and start sifting through the research he had been doing on his spare time. Might as well make full use of the time, right?

Still, he didn't mind waiting too much, so long as it was reasonable. Though he was curious as to what kind of person this Viceroy was. If they showed up at all.

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

The witch reached where Petra was relaxing. The witch deity was sunbathing to ensure no tan lines as the other witch approached. With reverence, the information was relayed to Petra. While relaxing, Petra reached in the force to feel the flows of its energy. All those that were influenced by her spell were easy to sense and pass by. The off-worlders all had their own flows, and only repeated if they were from the same world they called home. Force users’ energy was tasty and special as their use or abuse of the force made it clear what side of the battle they claim.

There were all spectrum of force users visiting the resorts. Petra moved over to those of her corruption and found a force user in the middle of them. It was the Viceroy’s building. The energies that she felt from the user had some ‘light’ and it peaked her interest. Getting up, she told her witch to head back to the stronghold while she took the speeder to the Viceroy’s office.

It took Petra a bit of time to reach the office building from her sunbathing spot. She assumed it could been easily an hour of waiting with the people in the office trying to accommodate the guest. Of course, the appearance of Petra in the office had everyone stop in their tracks. Her visits there could be easily be counted on one hand. So, it was shocking to them.

Walking up to Josh, the witch looked him over. Then flicked her right hand at the double doors that opened to her private office. Turning away and heading to the room, Petra added an easy command. “Come Jedi… Let’s hear your sales pitch in my office.” She went into her office without waiting to see if Josh would follow. It was on him now since she made him wait and now treated him the way she did.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

After busying himself with research for a little while, he would soon be greeted by what he could tell by the looks of the others to be the Viceroy... Naked. The woman strode up to him, completely devoid of clothing, and admittedly it was a little jarring. It had completely taken him off guard and the other staff had deigned to tell him that the woman seemed to prefer not to walk around in any sort of clothing. He tried his best to meet her eyes and nothing else, daring not to look downward. Not that she wasn't attractive, but it felt like a disrespect to look on someone of rank in this condition without express permission.

The woman would motion him toward her office, and he nodded his head, watching her head toward it. Almost instinctively, his eyes snapped down to stare down at her rear end, but sense returned to him after a moment and he kept his head up best he could as he walked into the office behind her.

She was a Force User, that was clear seeing as she discerned him to be a Jedi immediately. Well, he was hoping to get through this without much red tape, but... It was what it was. No point in keeping this charade going any longer. Honest it was.

"My name is Josh. I'm part of the Silver Jedi Order, the Confederacy's allies" Josh would introduce as he would take a seat. "A criminal sect I have been investigating and going after appears to have made base on your world. I was hoping you might have some information on recent suspicious activity" He would explain, trying to forget that this woman was naked.

[member="Petra Cavataio"]