First you dance, then you show 'em the world.

[Arage Bao]

Fringe Confederation​

Wild Space​

Bakura​

Salis D’aar​

[member="Misha Alkaev"]​

Sometimes you ain’t sure what you got until you lose it, it’s one of those natural order things. A rule which constantly infringes upon your daily lives without you even realizing it, until you actually lose it that is, then you are cursing all over the place and searching for someone to blame. I think it’s a testament to humanity that nobody stops to think and consider that maybe… just maybe they were the ones at fault, nobody tries to put the blame on themselves. Ain’t how they operate, ain’t how the world spins it’s course.

I wasn’t an exception to this rule, somewhere deep inside of me I had a feeling it was my own fault, but alcohol and the slight buzz of the cigarro in my mouth made me forget all about this realization. Instead I sought my solace in the common arms of vice and… well… more vice. What was it I lost you ask? It’s a good question, but it’s not the right one, savvy? The right question would be… what haven’t I lost and when will I lose it anyway?

To be fair, I was at the top of my game. I got billions of credits to spent, courtesy of Santhe Corporation and my cushy position as the High Lord of Homeland Security. I had power too, again courtesy of both positions I mentioned a sentence ago. Women? Check. Alcohol? Double check. Smokes? Check, check and check. Didn’t mean I was happy. Hadn’t been happy ever since I forced myself back into existence, ever since I had fled that place in the Netherworld.

Wasn’t really sad either though, I just… didn’t feel a damn thing and this was starting to bug me just a tinsy tady bit. I remember my life before my untimely death and resurrection, like a damn water painting though. It was all foggy, misty and half of the time I don’t even understand why I did what I did. No feelings means just that, you are only left with pure reason and instinct.

Both are extremes on the opposite side of the scale, and both are trying to pull me in this direction or that. No feelings to restrain myself, you dig? So I gotta reason with myself, talk it over as if I am my own psychologist. Ain’t a fancy start to the day, when you ask yourself if it wouldn’t be a good idea to implement a new Law where everyone needs to get a tracking chip. From a pure logical standpoint it was a brilliant idea, but the echo in the back of my head was shaking it’s head so furiously that even I understood that there were issues with it. This sort of thing keeps nagging at my brain, every damn time, makes a man mad I tell ya.

Hence why I was here, the Confederation didn’t have a lot of places where you could just hang out and get yourself a beer. Part of it was where we were located, Wild Space, monsters in the night and monsters during daylight. We ain’t in the possession of planets like Coruscant, big citywide scapes where you can roam around at your leisure drinking until you are finally drunk enough to forget all that was happening. Still, we had Bakura. Sargon had been doing right by that planet, I am telling ya.

So here I was somewhere in the more seedy part of Salis D’aar, capital of Bakura, a random bar hidden away in the angles of the twisted alleyways. Just the way I like it, the men were rough, the women were ugly and all of ‘em wanted to take me out back, cut my throat and take the cash that was on me. Could feel it. The eyes piercing into my back, trying to measure my worth and see if they can take me.

Couldn’t even remember the name of the place, started with an A or maybe it was an O. Didn’t really care either, I sat at the bar and stared into the depths of my alcoholic beverage. These were the times, I tell ya, the times where you remember yourself again. Remember what it was all about again.

“Give me another one, and leave the bottle ‘ere, mate.”

Some of ‘em folks were grumbling, they knew I didn’t belong here. Hadn’t been part of this scene for so long now, almost forgot their mannerisms. My clothing was off, to richly cut and too pretty by half, my hair groomed, nails, face. I was the personification of their misery, they hated me and I loved every second of it.

Without skipping a beat, I took another drink; slipped it right into my throat and then with a nasty grin playing on my lips I turned around. Blue eyes studied my environment, angry sailor guy with a big tattoo and even bigger biceps had a club fastened in his grip, standing next to ‘im was a measly guy, a rat with a blaster trying to hide it behind his back. There were more like ‘em, nasty individuals with even nastier pasts. But they didn’t know me, didn’t know what I had done with my mind and hands.

If they had known, they probably wouldn’t have tried messing with me.

“Mmm… who wants to dance?”

Madness joined the bar right there and then.

 

[Misha Alkaev]

Misha walked into the bar and kept her head up, looking straight forward. She ignored the looks from the people filling the bar, knowing well enough that she doesn’t fit in. At this point, she didn’t care. It was almost as if she could just sense all the negative thoughts feeding off each person she walked by. Her main focus was the bar. She wanted a drink, and that’s what kept her pushing forward.

It was a mistake at first, her stumbling across this place. She had been trying to stay off the main streets, work her way through the alleys. She found they were, at times much quicker, and easier than dealing with all the other people.

She slid onto a barstool, and ordered her drink, casually glancing around as she waited. She felt the harsh stare of a woman, not far off, and glanced at her. It took her all of two seconds to decide this woman was not worth her time, and didn’t feel like starting anything, just because she couldn’t understand the concept of how rude it was, to glare at someone like that.

There seemed to have been an over-abundance of rough looking men filling the room, and could curse herself. Of course she’d picked this place, where any one person in here could probably rough her up easily. The Force within her, after all, was still untapped, she didn’t know yet, what she was capable of.

She heard his voice before she saw him, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t intrigue her. That’s when she spotted him.

Well, she thought, looks like she’s not the only one in here who doesn’t fit in with the crowd. He had an air of confidence radiating off of him that she almost found admirable, she could tell, he was a man of power too.

She was curious, and she had a weird feeling things were about to get crazy, and that’s when he opened his mouth again, and welcomed madness right on in.

Wonderful.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]​

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Misha Alkaev"]

Oh if only the girl knew about my personal brand of Madness, she would probably have left the bar right around then and then. Instead she stayed and wished to witness the flavor of justice that I liked to dispense upon those who were worthy in a degree or two, as you might have noticed already I had noticed the girl’s entrance. She wasn’t particularly strong or skilled in the Force, testament to the fact that she wasn’t hiding her signature, but she was there in the back of my head. Pulling at me, tugging me into noticing her without even noticing this act herself.

Suffice to say that I was intrigued at the very least, and yet I still had business to attend to, in the form of a dance or two or three. Not that I expected much problems here, the simple fact was this… I might not be the Skyscrape-thrower, or even the guy who could change air to poison in a matter of minutes. My skills laid in the more… subtle form of forceastic art, but these goons? These guys who spent most of their days drinking and wallowing in their imaginary slights? I could kick their ass any day of the week. They were dead, their bodies simply hadn’t caught up on that simple fact just yet.

There were several possibilities here, I could just take ‘em out all at once. Break their minds into scraps and then turn the fragments into dust, this wasn’t a fun way of doing things though. Not today, today was a day of… physical violence and I could practically feel my body react to the adrenaline and endorphins raging through my veins.

I blinked and time slowed down to screeching halt, everything blurred besides the targets. Seven of ‘em, two were packing heat, one was holding a knife and the rest were either fists or clubs, couldn’t help but grin at that. My eyes closed and I felt the Force coming up in me, a tide threatening to sweep me off my feet, vying for control I finally grasped it strongly in my mental mind.

Didn’t wait, didn’t taunt, just acted. Hands firmly took hold of my seat, leather charred my skin as I threw it at the first guy with a blaster. Bar chair took him strongly in the face, skull cracked open, blood flew everywhere. Didn’t notice, didn’t notice the scream, I was off into the madness.

Second target, knife. He lunged and I ducked underneath it, fist planted itself in his gut. Two ribs cracked, penetrating his lungs. Blood was already seeping into his airways, wouldn’t survive the day. I turned around for my next target, and a blaster hit me straight in the chest… and yet it did nothing. Energy dissipated from my body and amber filled my irises.

Was around then that some of them caught on, whispers. “Sith.. he’s one of ‘em!” Too late for realizations now though, too late to run.

 

[Misha Alkaev]

Sith.

The word reverberated through her skull, filled every crack until her entire mind was consumed with the thought. That is what the man was. It pulled at every inch of her, it taking over all of her senses, and feeling as if it was tugging at her skin, pulling enough as if her own body wanted her to break.

And it wasn’t because she feared the man, or that he was a Sith. If anything frightened her it was how much her intrigue peaked. Her eyes were stuck on him, and how quickly he had responded. Taking out the men as easy as she sipped her drink.

She righted herself on the stool, her back pressed against the counter. Normally, in this sort of situation her brain would scream at her to hide, to get out of the way of the fight, to get out of the way of the very powerful man causing much of the damage. But she sat there, steady. Her mind seemed to run over everything slowly, she had after all, concluded on the fact that, if the man had intentions of harming her, he would, and there wasn’t a chance for her to run. She’d put up a fight if she had to, but she didn’t feel it was required…yet.

Misha was good at picking up on the little things. She watched him throw the chair, how his fingers wound tightly around the seat, before it flew from his hands. She saw the man lunging at him, predicting he was planning on doing it before he even had, and could have sworn she heard the man’s ribs crack as he punched him. She looked up to the man’s eyes, watching as he realized that he was done for, if it was after all his ribs cracking like that, there was a high probability he wouldn’t make it through the day.

The sound of the blaster reached her ears before she realized the man who had intrigued her had been hit, her eyes widening a bit in concern but that all but vanished as she watched as nothing happened as a result. Instead, she got caught up in watching the energy dissipate from the man, and this brought her back to the word Sith. Her mind concluding it and wrapping it all up in a small little package.

And yet, she still didn’t run. She may have been foolish but she didn’t move.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]​

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Misha Alkaev"]

Soon before long everything was over. The crowd of the bar had long since vacated the establishment, scared that they would be mixed up in the affairs of the Sith Lord, no one had called the authorities though… this wasn’t a place for things like that. They kept their troubles and doubts to themselves, they would sooner cut the throat of any law authority.

It was the reason he had chosen this place, and it seemed to have paid off, at least for the meantime.

As the Sith Lord walked back to the bar to get himself a drink his eye was drawn to the girl that was seemingly staring at him.

‘You are staring, lass. Anyone tell you that ain’t polite?’ He flashed her a grin while saying that, one of his lazy ones, some said it was infuriatingly handsome… well… it would definitely be disturbing with the amount of kills he had just racked up.

Ovmar poured himself a drink, some wodka and sat down on one of the chairs that wasn’t broken down yet.

‘What’s your name, love?’

 

[Misha Alkaev]

Misha felt heat rise to her cheeks in a bit of embarrassment when the man she just watched, and admittedly was staring at comes back to the bar and calls her out on it, shifting and turning to face the bar again, letting out a little laugh from her embarrassment, though she catches his grin.

She found it odd, that he could so easily grin after the chaos that just ensued moments prior. She then started thinking rationally, took in her surroundings.

‘Pay attention to where you’re at Misha, no one here cares.’

Mumbling out an apology, she raised her glass to her lips and took a sip. Misha stared forward, trying not to focus on the man who had taken a seat and poured himself a drink, as if nothing just happened. She wasn’t expecting him to say much else, let alone ask her of her name, so when she looked up she was sure there was a bit of surprise shining behind her eyes, though she quickly suppressed it.

‘Misha… Misha Alkaev. What’s yours?’

[member="Jared Ovmar"]​