Find Me

[Miss Blonde]

Darkness was starting to encroach upon the Jedi padawan Patricia Susan Garter, ever since her claiming of the Sith Lord Revan's lightsaber she had started to become something else. Something darker, something she didn't like. But no matter what she did she could never shake the feeling that she was incomplete, that pieces from her life that were once whole were now gone. That without gathering more power her family would die, In reality it was the darkside pulling at her weaknesses, her attachments to her family and her need to protect them. So Patricia lay asleep in her bed aboard her personal hades class cruiser Queen Bee, but when sleep came so did dreams.

"You need to find me Patricia, only I can save your family. They are in danger, without me they are doomed to die with their blood on your hands." a dark male voice said in a dark foggy abyss.

Patricia stood in the center of that dark room and saw her family die one by one across a stone alter. Her husband Jarven gunned down while all she could do was stand there and watch. Falling to the floor she began to sob and look up to the blackened skies.

"Tell me! Tell me how to save them! Tell me or I will kill you now!" Patricia screamed out at the fog and ignited her saber.

"Nar'Shadda, Sayl Bane, find the mask and you will be closer in your goal to save your family." The dark voice said with a boom before vanishing.

NAR'SHADDA 2100

Walking down the city streets of Nar'Shadda a woman dressed in dark brown robes with two pistols and the lightsaber of Revan at her side trekked through alleyway after alleyway feeling through the force to find the woman known as [member="Sayl Bane"] she was out there, somewhere and she had what Patricia needed. She had what she needed to save her family, and she was going to give it to Patricia one way or the other.

Extending her senses through the force Patricia sensed the presence of the former street rat as she moved through the waves of people that passed her by. Patricia had to keep moving, she had to find her otherwise her family would be nothing more than a memory. But as the woman cruised through the streets she came across a bar where the presence of the other force sensitive was strong. A bar called the beggars crown, and she was about to find out exactly who this person was and what her price was.

But there was one thing that was so familiar about what she sensed, Bane. It wasn't a coincidence, this was Cryax's blood. So she had that to use for her advantage, she knew her half brother and would use that if need be. So Patricia walked through the door and scanned the room casually looking for the woman.

 

[Sayl Bane]

After spending enough time in bars or similar establishments, one became increasingly familiar with the types of people that were regular for that particular place of business. Once an affinity was gained, it was glaringly obvious when someone didn't belong or was otherwise out of place. It was those sets of skills that people like Sayl put to use on a daily basis, and it was why she was acutely aware that something was wrong the moment the woman stepped into the room. It wasn't anything explainable, nothing she could put into words, that sense of wrongness. But it hung in the air stubbornly regardless, and it was for that reason her dark gaze remained trained on her as she too scanned the room in turn. There was something off about her, something more than usual with those that wandered in that door.

With that talent came a knowledge that it would be unwise to draw further attention to oneself as long as they were certain the other individual was still watching them. So she remained still, seated at the bar, leaned up against the wall with both feet on the bar top. Credits that she had lifted earlier in the night sifted absently through her fingers, quickly finding her pocket again, teeth toying with her lip ring. It was obvious the new arrival was looking for someone, and that same prodding at her subconscious told her that she was the one being sought out. The only question that remained was why. As far as she recalled she hadn't done anything to the woman, at least not anything outright intentional. The same went for any friends she might have had as well. People really were weird.

Finishing the rest of her drink the Chiss hybrid shifted position, her feet moving off of the counter, glancing to the stranger once again, unable to shake that feeling of unease as it prickled at the back of her neck. Leaning forward she pushed off of the bar, standing and stretching momentarily, taking her own time. There wasn't any point in rushing things, or confronting the woman outright. Not only would it take the fun out of things, but it wasn't how she operated. Starting fights wasn't how one survived on the streets for a length of time, but sometimes it was the only way to preserve life in turn. A careful balance between the two was difficult to find, but not impossible. All she had to do was decide which strategy would suffice best for this one.

Carefully she picked her way through the crowd, careful to avoid bumping into anyone, not bothering to lift any credits. That wasn't her goal, this time. As she passed the woman she shifted an inch closer than typical, reaching down to loosen the holster of one of the blasters and lift it from its place at her side. If successful she would turn and level the weapon at the woman's head, keeping the safety on thus far. That didn't lessen the threat, nor did it make things less safe for this stranger. But it was a sign that she wouldn't be so quick to kill. Not this time. "Need help finding someone?"

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Sayl Bane"]

Patricia stood there at the entrance of the bar, it wasn't anything threatening of course. She was about five feet tall and she wasn't wearing her heels so she didn't have those few extra inches she was used to but that didn't matter at the moment. As her eyes shifted she had no idea what Sayl looked like but she could feel her through the force, she had a very unique signature about her. It could be compared to a beautiful bird that was covered in oil and grime, forced to live down here in the dirt and grime of everything. That told Patricia a few things, she had been here a while and this was her home turf. Patricia had spent a lot of time on this planet when she was with the Red Ravens, but she had never lived on this craphole of a world. So it would be wise to watch herself while she was with the woman, she could be dangerous. Especially if she was Cryax's blood.

But as Patricia closed her eyes and waited she locked onto that woman's signature and could feel it approaching her. The tiny blonde then cut loose her aura, to let it be known what she was. It felt like that of a warrior angel whose tunic was covered in blood and war, that of a guardian who was fierce and capable of doing anything as long as it meant protecting the ones they loved. A wounded warrior of the light that struggled to stay upon the righteous path. But there was something else beyond that, deep within that only experts could read in the force. A haunting and chilling poison that was wholesomely evil, it didn't belong there. It was foreign and it had attached itself to the wounded angel and slowly fed it lie after lie. A padawan like Bane wouldn't be able to sense it, but it was there, the dark side of the force.

"You are who I seek, I am not here to hurt you or do harm. Simply to talk, you have something I need and I'm here to acquire it." Patricia said in a very low tone to the woman.

She stepped forward and approached Bane and made no attempt to fight the girl or reach for her weapons. She wanted her to see that she was not about to start something and was here only to talk. That was of course as long as Sayl was to comply with her. That guardian angel struggling to stay in the light would strike down all who stood in their path of salvation for their loved ones, even if it meant damnation for their own soul. But hopefully the girl was willing to deal, she looked like a street urchin so hopefully giving the woman a butt ton of credits would help her along in giving Patricia what she wanted,

"You are of Bane's blood. I knew your half brother, I was an old friend." she said in that same soft tone.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

 

[Sayl Bane]

For a split second longer than necessary the blaster remained trained on the head of the one that claimed to be a friend of her half-brother, but eventually it slowly lowered, and she offered it to her, holding the barrel with the grip out. "I think this is yours." Pickpocketing was of little consequence in Sayl's eyes. It was something she had always done, most times to survive but a few for nothing more than her own amusement. And her quick hands were put to good use in situations like this, when she was able to grab the other's weapon and return it before they'd even realized something was remotely out of place. It chanced to earn her a verbal or perhaps physical admonishment sometimes, but she had learned to live with the consequences. Living to see another day was far more important.

The fact that her half-brother had apparently been a figure in the woman's life didn't offer the comfort it was likely intended to. The man had a way of antagonizing individuals that were better left alone, pushing his luck until there was nothing left for him to do but run. But the blonde didn't seem to be upset at mention of the Chiss, at least not outwardly. That would have to be enough for the moment. "His name doesn't mean anything to me at this point. Maybe if he'd learn a thing or two about what it means to have family, I'd change my mind. My twin's the only one I care about at the moment." Well, she seemed to know the Bane family herself, so that little piece of information shouldn't have come as much of a surprise. It was something she didn't want to delve too deeply into, at any rate.

Then there was the business of her being sought out for something she had that was apparently useful in some way. The only possessions immediately on her person were a few credits and a vibroblade. Anything else she kept stored away until they became necessary. Being one of little wealth, she couldn't imagine anything she had that would help someone like this along in their life. Most saw her as nothing more than another street rat. What made this particular stranger so different? "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly living the high life. What do I have that you want or need?" The woman seemed to be far better off than she was. That someone of her supposed standing wanted something from the Chiss hybrid was strange in and of itself. But it wouldn't be the first time.

"Name's Sayl. Unless you want to stay here, I was just leaving. We can walk and talk. Places like this aren't exactly ideal for discussing sensitive topics. Too many people watching and listening." For once she cracked a smile. "Not that they'd be listening for long."

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Sayl Bane"]

It was always nice to let people like Sayl think they were in control of things. Patricia knew about everything from the pickpocketing of her weapon to Sayl's name and family. Including her little One Sith brother who needed to get a bullet in his face, but these were things that Patricia just had to live with for now. This wasn't about gaining power to go hunt down the sith, despite how much joy that idea filled her heart with. Right now this was about Sayl and Sayl needed to think Patricia was weak, incapable of taking care of herself without the mask.

"Um.. You can keep it, I have a spare." Patricia said as she gently tapped her fingers against the hilt of Revan's lightsaber.

She felt it's power course through her veins, the psychic energy of the Sith Lord that made her stronger. And she could only imagine what was on that mask, the safety it could bring her family, her company, everything about it. It was what she needed and if it meant she had to play the part of a helpless damsel willing to fork out cash she would. But she was still new to the force and unable to control her aura, that warrior angel covered in the grime and dirt of war and reality. Though her aura may betray her Patricia was a flawless actor, years of being a republic agent made her one of the best undercover assets and even her skills were beyond what this street rat could pick up.

"But yes you are right, we should go." Patricia said as the two of them exited the bar.

The two made their way outside into the not so fresh air of the city and the smell Patricia was quite used to from her time as the Raven Vice President filled her nostrils. It was something someone who wasn't quite used to would shudder, so she played the part. Shuddering a bit at the smell she looked over to Sayl and gave a weak little smile.

"I know you are not living the life right now, but I can help you with that. Give you enough money for a home for the rest of your life, a career, anything you think is best. I can provide, you just have something that I need." Patricia said in a somber voice.

"You have the mask." she said letting her words sink in.

 

[Sayl Bane]

The mask. Revan's mask. That likely included knowledge in regards to the one that had bestowed such a thing upon her. All of this was information that only served to put Sayl further on the defensive. After all, if it was only such a simple thing needed, more digging into the personal aspects of her life shouldn't have been a necessary thing. Her instant suspicion was reasonable, at least in her eyes, though she didn't betray any hints of such in anything other than her thoughts. Instead she only shrugged, shoulders rising and falling in a seemingly careless gesture, as if the artifact being requested meant nothing to her, when in fact it was one of those possessions that she wouldn't give up, at least not without some sort of fight. It would take more than petty bargaining.

For a moment she studied the blaster, testing its grip and how it fit in her hand, measuring the weight of it in her palm. It was a well-made weapon, that much was obvious, and something of a much higher standard than she could ever dream of affording. With no means of holstering the pistol she merely held it in a loose grip at her side, acting for all intents and purposes as if it wasn't there to begin with. While she did so she pondered what had been said, all the while knowing that if she didn't give this woman what she wanted it would likely be taken through other means. And she didn't fancy being stolen from, regardless of who was doing it. When it came to her pickpocketing and theft, things most certainly did not go both ways.

With a raised eyebrow she glanced to the blonde. "You're either new here, or trying too hard to act like you aren't," She wouldn't admit it outright, but it was difficult to get a read on the stranger, "Either way, I don't buy it. I'm not as down on my luck as I seem. I've got a roof over my head, a group to call my own and people to ally myself with. It's not much, but right now it's enough. I'm not just another kid you can pay off on your way to getting what you want." Nor would she be giving up the mask that easily, regardless of the consequences. There had never been a prominent father figure in her life, but the one that had given it to her came as close as she imagined something like that to be. And that was enough to spark some sense of loyalty in her.

"Besides, Revan's dead. Been dead for thousands of centuries. What could you need his mask for? Everybody's forgotten about him, and I don't see why you can't be the same. His name doesn't mean anything to anyone." Unless you were her or the man that could be called her adopted father. Then things became a bit more complicated. "I don't trust you anyway, and I don't have a reason to. I'm not going to give up something like that to a complete stranger just because she offers pretty trinkets. Contrary to what you might have been expecting, I'm not stupid enough to do that."

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Sayl Bane"]

This one would be difficult, money wasn't going to buy her off so it seemed there needed to be another route to take with this. The mask had to be secured at all costs, and keeping it with a simple street rat and her allies was not a good idea. They could be hunted down by the One Sith or any number of cults and if Patricia could of found this person via the force then so could others. However saying the mask wasn't safe to the child wouldn't help her any, she seemed brash, quick to judge and slightly cocky. With her attitude she would probably think holding onto the mask was the best thing for it, but regardless of what she thought the mask was coming with Patricia one way or the other. How it got to her and what state Sayl was in when it happened was completely up to her.

"I'm going to make you an offer Sayl, whether you choose to accept it is completely up to you. But before we do that I'm going to give you some context." Patricia said with a very even tone.

She was starting to shift out of her ploy as a helpless person unaware of the things around her and into the warrior angel sent here on a higher purpose. Her face changed from weakness to strength in a flash and her body language changed along with it, she could continue to change and push deeper into her power but for now Sayl only got a taste of what Patricia was capable of. So in a very calm and collected voice Patricia spoke.

"Do you know who Vahl was? Vahl was an ancient sith that some regarded as a goddess even today people still regard her as a goddess In the One Sith. Now imagine the galaxies most powerful sith Revan, imagine how much more weight his name carries and how there are hundreds of sith across the galaxy that would kill even for a piece of his clothing." Patricia kept going in that cold calm voice that seemed detached from reality.

"My children are direct decedents of Vahl and every day I have to live in fear that some cult will take my babies away. Now I want you to imagine something again, I want you to imagine that roof above your head destroyed, the group to call your own dead at your feet, and your allies screaming in pain as the wrath and swift hand of the sith comes down on you to kill them. And when it's all over and they've taken the mask from you they let you live so you can continue with that pain that you got them killed." Patricia looked at Sayl directly and coldly stared into her with her piercing blue angelic eyes.

"I am no sith, but if I could find you. So could they. Now if you don't want money or a house in the hills I understand. Whatever you want in exchange for the mask I will facilitate. I need this mask to save people, I'm here to have so I can protect my children. And if you don't want to give it to me then that is ok, I'll try something else." Patricia said softly and let what light she had wash from her and flow outwards to show she truly was not a sith.