I always feel like somebody's watching me...

[Daniel Imura]

Voss, 1700 hours.​

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Daniel walked into a cantina, in a worse mood than usual. He'd been asking around all day now, but nobody seemed to have the answer he was looking for. How could they not? This was Voss, the planet with all the healers and junk. Surely, someone knew how to fix him! Closing his eyes for a moment, he counted to five, giving his anger time to simmer down. Realizing he had been standing just inside the doorway, he continued walking in, finding the most isolated corner he could find. Several minutes later, once he had a cold beer in his hand, he took a rather large drink from the bottle and leaned his head back in the booth. He wouldn't quit. He couldn't. Daniel needed a way to get these visions, these memories out of his head for good, so that he could have a regular life, or at least as regular as an Imura could have in this galaxy. Rifling through his pocket, he pulled out a small transmitter. "Malverns don't turn their backs on each other." That's what the Count had said to him, right before he left. The man he was related to, via his blood. Daniel considered himself first and foremost an Imura, not a Malvern. However, as hard as he was on the outside, even he had to admit he needed family. He hadn't seen Nick in what seemed like forever. Maybe he needed to find himself more than someone who shared his blood. Maybe he needed an actual brother. Pocketing the transmitter, he took another swig of his beer and closed his eyes, thinking.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Daniel Imura"]


Alexandra had a mad grin on her face as she drank down another shot, playing cards with another traveler while she found herself on Voss. She was Emilia Marean at the time, a dark haired Zorren that took a liking to studying historical sites and location in the interest of finding anything left hidden. Her eyes watched the Rodian across from her, staring and waiting for the man to make his decision while she drank. It wasn't a seedy place, not many places could be in the worlds overseen by the Silver Jedi who had a grip over anything they considered evil.

She did turn her eyes on the man who had been drinking nearby. He seemed like the normal sort but after a few moments she could latch onto his emotional state and it made her curious to find a shifting mind, troubled and twisted on something. Normally she would let it go, knowing that the people on Voss might be able to get to this man first but a sigh escaped her and she stood. "You win, have a good day." The Rodian looked confused but accepted the win and the credits while she moved to sit next to Imura.

"Nice place, no?"

 

[Daniel Imura]

Daniel's quiet thoughts were soon interrupted by a female's voice as she sat down across from him. Lifting a single eyelid, he spied the woman with a somewhat curious, somewhat judging glare for ruining his train of thought. Whatever it had been was now quickly retreating into his mind. Sighing and opening his other eye, he sat up a little and studied his bottle for a moment before pushing it to the side. "It's alright, definitely not the worst bar i've been to. And you are?" As he said this, he got a better look at the woman. She was dressed plainly enough, but her eyes. There was something there that said she knew a lot more than she would probably be willing to let on. She had definitely been through a lot, judging by that look her eyes held. Maybe there was something she knew that could help him. After this thought, he tried to show a little more interest. Maybe he could get something rolling here, if she was able to do something with his issue. At this point, he was willing to try anything.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]