Have Force, Will Travel (Za'tires, Hawks, Van Dervelds)

[Ket Van-Derveld]

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Nar Shaddaa​

Starport Lounge​

10:21 PM, Local Time​

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There he stood, at yet another bar, sipping yet another drink. Murky brown liquid in a round, squat glass. Ice cubes bounced and clinked within the concoction as he lifted it up, taking another drink. The illusive Sith Lord was garbed in black leather from head to toe, the pants tight, the boots tall, and the coat long enough to kiss the floor. Under the coat, no shirt was seen, showing off myriad tattoos, scars, and brands. Upon his fingers, the words "Hate" and "More", a fit phrase for one such as he. His brow furrowed as he looked around at various patrons. A Hutt who was fat even by Hutt standards commanded a small entourage near the back, a band of humans and bith playing some sort of techno/jazz fusion just kept on playing, Twi'Leks trying to ply their trade to various males, and a couple angry looking Trandoshians to boot. Then again, when did the lizards ever NOT look angry?

He brushed his free hand through his hair, letting it rest on the back of his neck before rolling his head around. A few thick, loud cracks could be heard as sapphire blue eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. Downing the contents of his glass, he motioned at the toydarian bartender, and he fluttered over, filling the glass once more.

"Waiting on someone, eh? Maybe one of the Twi'lek girls could keep you company, eh?"

Ket looked to him a moment, and then shot his hand out, grabbing the flying insect by the throat.

"If I wanted company, I surely wouldn't pay someone for it. And if you want to live another day to make your money off selling company to foolish men who don't know any better, i suggest you just concern yourself with keeping my glass full, you blue poodoo with wings."

And with that, Ket shoved him back going back to his glass, eyes lost within it's swirling movements.

 

[Callum]

"Hey, relax buddy. There's no need for violence..."

Callum held his hands up as a guesture of peace, his charming goofy smile in place as he attempted to ward off the rather burly fellow that was slowly looming toward him. Callum had come to the bar before his parents and sister, to grab an empty seat. And of course, leaving him unattended in any area with a pretty lady nearby was usually an invitation for trouble, which he had a knack for getting into. The large muscular man rolled back his sleeves as he stalked closer, his eyes set on Callum with an inebriated glaze that was clearly seeing red.

"Were you making eyes at my woman?"

"Well, it's kind of hard not to. I mean, look at her. She's simply divine. It would be impossible for her to walk in a room and not be noti-- NOT THE FACE!" Callum ducked the swing the man threw at him, thankful not for the first time that his parents had raised him with some fighting skills at a young age. He tended to need that knowledge... well, a lot. "Ha!" Callum said with a triumphant smile as the man missed.

Then his expression fell when he realized the man was moving quicker than expected. "Uh oh." Suddenly he was hefted up by his shirt and slammed on his back on top of the bar. Pain laced through his body, his spine in particular. Gonna feel that one tomorrow... He was clutching the man's arms to support himself and have some semblence of control -- even if it was really just false reassurance. Glancing momentarily to his left, Callum did a double take. "Oh. Hi uncle Ket!"

His uncle, whom he hadn't seen in probably seven years or so, was mere inches away, sitting at the bar which Callum had just been thrown on. Seeming to have forgotten all about the man getting ready to marr Callum's bone structure, the young man grinned up at Ket like nothing at all was the matter. Turning to look back at the thug over him, Callum let go of the man so they were no longer touching and made a subtle movement with one of his hands, pressing onto a tiny device in his pocket. The result was for the top button of his collared shirt to fly forward and split into four smaller pieces that were each attached to a very thin wire. Those pieces fixed themselves onto the man's chest and he seized up as a small jolt of electricity coursed through him. Eventually, the man's twitching body collapsed to the ground, where he lay conscious, but moaning.

Callum stood up straight and casually smoothed out his clothes like nothing had happened. Then, he turned to look at Ket once more with his boyish grin. "Button taser. Never leave home without it. Wouldn't be able to keep the ladies away, otherwise." Thank the gods he'd inherited father's gadgeteering skills. Still smiling wide at his uncle, he pulled the wires back over to him and began to spool them up. "So! What are you doing here? Fuck, it's been like... seven years."

 

[Kaia Za'tire]

Nar Shaddaa wasn't the safest place to be in the known galaxy. There were brutal murders around every corner, constant thievery from the lowest of the scum, to even the most respectable of scum, and most of the people around would hoot and holler when one would get attacked. It wasn't the place to be for anyone alone. She was thankful that her brother wanted to go with her to Nar Shaddaa, on the sort of family outing that they never actually did.

It wasn't until three minutes into their arrival that Callum had gotten distracted by the women and wandered off on his own, which happened just about every time they went somewhere. It was always a bit frustrating, since his mind was on one thing only, and he had the terrible habit of always wandering off on his own and leaving her alone, but she was used to it by now, and it mostly only amused her.

While Callum was off stalking women, Kaia found herself at the market area in the Promenade, right outside the cantina. Half of her focus was keeping the Force Sense on Callum, to make sure he didn't end up getting himself killed by someone by staring at their woman, and the other half of her attention was on the market. There was a bit of an older relic that she'd 'acquired' during a little scavenging mission on Corellia in a Swamp Circuit, and she wanted to find anyone that would be willing to buy it for a fair price.

Luckily, Nar Shaddaa was full of shady dealers, and most of which wanted to buy the data core for a fairly high price, but unfortunately, a lot of them attempted to add onto that the 'night of a lifetime', which she'd promptly turn down. Finally, in a bit of a shady part of the Promenade, toward the back, and hidden mostly in the shadows, she'd found a buyer. "How much for the data core, do you think?" she asked him sternly, clearly not in the mood for games.

"A few thousand credits would be great for this. It's old, and it looks like it'd be worth a lot." The raggedy old man replied.

There was just something too good about this deal, and she knew something was wrong. The first thing that tipped her off, was the eerie silence from him, and the shifty look he continued to give her. Her second hint was the fact that someone, or rather, something was trying to pilfer her pocket for her own credits. Spinning around, with the data core in her right hand, she drew the blaster on her left hip up from the holster and pointed it outward toward the, apparently, ugnaught thief which stood at just a few feet tall.

"Get the hell away from me." She stated clearly, watching the ugnaught move off to the side. Just then, her other sense went off her own mental charts, when she had felt that Callum was in trouble. Pocketing the data core, she ran off toward the cantina, the area that she last saw her brother. Running down the slopes, she wasted no time in finding Callum; but then, just as he got slammed into the bar, her attention was drawn to someone else.

"Uncle Ket!" She nearly jumped in joy at seeing him. Running past Callum, she sprinted right up to Ket with a gleeful look in her eyes.

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

"Callum Za'tire. You're right, it's been far too long, nephew."

Ket chuckled lightly, winking in kind before downing the rest of the contents of the glass. Letting out a satisfied grunt as the liquid burned his throat, he set the glass down, and turned toward Callum. Using the Force, he kicked the heap of brutish man on the floor between them to the side, sending him sliding the entire length of the bar into the jukebox on the far wall. Not even a glance down, Ket smiled broadly, and grabbed Callum into a rather embarrassing hug. Not that he was one to give a flying womp rat's ass about what anyone around him thought, he was just happy to see family once more. 7 years of wandering the galaxy gaining a deeper understanding of life and death will make any man crave that which makes him feel anything other than rage.

"I've missed you, nephew, but tell me... [Ket looked around a moment] just where is your..."

It was then that a female voice cried out his name, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the answer to his unfinished question come sprinting up to them. This time, the Sith let out an uncharacteristically boisterous laugh, and extended an arm, dragging her into the hug.

"Well, seems my favorite niece shows up on cue now! Kaia Za'tire, you look absolutely beautiful as always. Give your Uncle Ket a hug!"

And hug them both he did. He didn't care much, for they were family, and that was the only thing that kept him going these long years. Still, he wondered...

"I wonder where your parents are... and for that matter, your Aunt Ruu. No matter, they will be along shortly if this is any indication. So come you two, sit and tell me what you've both been up to."

 

[Disciple]

"Yeeesss, Uncle Ket.", a snake-like voice hisses from the Hutt's entourage. Even in a bar, it was strange to see a creature like Disciple move around; especially near a Hutt. The Jester marched comically around the side of the creature's corpulent body, hat bells striking eerily discordant notes as though designed that way.

Waving his hand in the face of the Hutt, the figure bounces away and down from the pedestal the crime lord was on. Strangely, the guards left him alone. Or perhaps not strangely. I wouldn't want to touch a man dressed like that.

Gliding across the floor, literally, Disciple wrapped an arm around Ket's shoulder and shoved his cheek against his. "Hello, my sweet. How are you?" His fingers caressed the man's hair, although the sharp nails of Disciple's gloves likely drew blood as they raked his scalp. "I see you're a member of my favorite family."

"And we all know it wouldn't be a proper reunion without Uncle Disciple."

 

[Curupira Hawk]

The Smuggler's Moon. It was the place to be. She had gotten her little invite, she was already there. "Silent, as a witness," oh so quietly, she hummed a familiar song to herself, keeping herself entertained as she moved through. "Make your heart race, with a death kiss," the words she knew all to well. Like many other things, it was quickly mapped into her mind, memorized. It was the song. Nobody around her knew it was, nobody around her could hear her even but Curupira knew. That was what mattered.

"Everything is breaking, no mistaking, it's all changing," Of course, certain words were fit more, suited more at times. Why certain orders were made, only the redhead actually knew and she wasn't up for explaining. "Tear it down, watch it start burning..." She stopped suddenly, golden gaze suddenly raising to the size of the building. Her destination.

Having pried her eyes off the tall structure, Curupira moved on her way and eventually entered the lodge. The Force, it began to nudge. Like a good companion, it knew what she wanted. It lead her to where she needed to go. And where she needed to go found her watching her mate, from a slight distance. He seemed to focused on two young people. Distracted by the madman, it took her a second to actually realize the odd creature talking to Ket. Her head tilted slightly. She had no words to actually describe the man. None. And that was usually impossible for Ruu.

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

It was true, as Ket Van Derveld grew in age and experience so to did his capacity for patience and calm. Yet, this was true only to a point. Ket had achieved mastery of the Darkside a very, very long time ago. He'd explored every facet of the Force, from the brightest light to the darkest night and everything inbetween. He'd seen more in one lifetime than most in this swirling pit of stars would see in ten. Times like this, when those whom thought themselves fearless and unique decided to try his newly acquired patience, Ket always found himself reverting to a much darker, much more insidious and brutal state of being. The arm was forgivable, the cheek nearly as much, such was fact. But then the nails. Ket used to brush off even the most minor of pains and discomforts like they were nothing. Now, even the slightest hint of pain sent him back down into that dark place. That place few alive had seen, and even less survived.

Bright, twinkling sapphire orbs almost seemed to melt away as the entirety of his eyes began to darken into obsidian pools of hate and burning rage. He let go of both Callum and Kaia, turning into Disciple's embrace, and... he grinned. As the color began to drain from his skin, he faced the Jester, and with the speed of lightning searching for a ground, his hand grabbed onto Disciple's testicles, and began to squeeze with the force of a stampeding bantha. And he spoke quietly into the man's ear as his mate stood there agog at the Jester's appearance.

"Hello there, gorgeous. Take liberties with me again, and I promise you I will tear your balls off with my teeth and replace your eyes with them. Do we have an accord?" he said, smiling sweetly at the Jester.

 

[Disciple]

Disciple was well aware of what was about to happen, and as Ket reached over to take a firm hold on something no one had ever wanted to touch... Disciple merely cackled quietly. It went silent, and then there was the hum-snap of an activating blade.

A saber-shiv rested firmly upon the crotch of Ket's pants as Disciple's ephemeral eyes locked with his. "The firmest of accords, my friend. For you see, while you're quick... I'm quicker. It's the law of the land." He rubbed his cheek against Ket's, massaging the man's scalp.

"So traumatized, poor Uncle Ket. Speaking of... where's Brows?"

 

[Curupira Hawk]

Taking a few steps closer, Curupira heard her mate's words and frowned. He was gonna wash that hand. Still, the color of his voice spoke wonderful volumes, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She did not however appreciate the hum-snap sound. Why Ket was quick, the funny looking guy was quicker? He clearly ddn't pay that much attention to what was happening around them.

Un-holstering her Dissuader KD-30 slugthrower pistol a moment later, the redhead pressed the barrel into spine. "The law...," the female hissed, loud enough for the man to hear, as well as her mate. "...is that you never aim a weapon at a Witch's mate. If I pull this trigger darling, the acid is going to burn through your most important bone and through the flesh that follows." Curupira was annoyed. So annoyed that it bordered on anger. And her usually sweet voice rang with it.

"Remove your weapon, funny guy." She was serious. Dead serious. Nobody threatened her mate so. Sure, he could defend himself but though a Witch by nature and not by nurture, the mindset lay deep in her mind. Nobody was allowed to hurt or threaten Ket.

@[member="Ket Van Derveld"] @[member="Disciple"] @[member="Kaia Za'tire"] @[member="Callum Za'tire"]