I can see the daylight shine

[Corey's OOC]

This whole galaxy was a mess. Nothing made sense in it. The Sith were running around doing good, the Republic was failing at protecting their worlds, the Mandos, well they kept fighting against themselves and inbreeding, so that was normal, pirates, the Primeval, they made sense. There was a group of Jedi who were all about being militarized and not doing anything, and then there was Gravois. Lucas was disgusted by this place, this plane of existence. It was miserable, it was disjointed and while he was learning from the consensus of others in the One Sith, he was going on about his own life.

That meant a few things; finding out about himself, where he came from, why he came into being, how to kill all the Sith and Jedi and plummet the galaxy into oblivion, and also dealing with his sister. There had been word about some group, no one really understood what was going on, but organs being purchased a live-here-work-here settlement and it was all company owned. Seemed strange enough that it grabbed Lucas’s attention, and well, he hadn’t anything planned for the next few days, so the hybrid hopped on a public transport.

The hyperspace trip was supposed to be short, and he had brought one of his anatomy books. The way he dressed, most would assume he was in university, but there was no such purity in his purpose. No. Lucas was an Anzat, he was a killer. He was a Sith, he was a killer. He was Lucas, he was a killer.

They didn’t need to know that. He wasn’t really paying much attention, just waiting for the reversion to real space when he could get on with his life, and his task. Lucas was not a very fun person.

[member="Trin Gravois"]

 

[Trin Gravois]

It had become something of a demented hobby; following Lucas around. Trin was sure if she had friends that they would be concerned. Some, even shocked. But Trin neither had friends nor cared what it looked like to the rest of the galaxy. Or maybe she did. Either way, it didn't matter. It was a compulsion, one with so much power she trembled before it, and that's how it worked. An itching in your mind that you can't scratch until the next thing you know you're following your brother to some random corporately-owned moon number-whatever.

Trin usually used the Force to track him. Or asked around like a good little detective. Anzat mind control came in handy for those who were reluctant to snitch on a man like her brother. Lucas didn't really bother hiding his trail. Trin liked to think that he wanted her to sniff him out, but more likely it was just his usual brand of apathy. Right now he was on a public shuttle ten rows away from her, pretending like he didn't notice her.

She was dressed in a black leather jacket, with her long dark hair cascading down her back, and a shock of red on her lips. Yeah, she looked damn fine. If Trin were hungry, she'd have no problem getting fed. She had other pursuits today. Dangerous ones. Lucas was not a good person, not even to his flesh and blood. She wasn't just playing with fire, she was throwing her whole damn body into the furnace.

[member="Lucas Gravois"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

The worst part of her little hobby was that Lucas didn’t care. Feth it, he didn’t need her, but what he did need was to keep moving forward. He didn’t look back, she was part of his past, and at times, present, but it didn’t mean she was included in the hybrid’s future, regardless of her very similar pedigree. Eugenics and designer genetic manipulation made things tricky, on that sliding scale of ‘Lucas didn’t care.’

And if you believed it was tricky, you had another thing coming.

The company he was looking for, he wasn’t exactly sure of its name. He didn’t know that there really was a company, but there was someone out there that, he had that distinct itch in his head. Something wasn’t right, and he was going to figure it out. As for his trail, though? Lucas wasn’t afraid. He was a future apex predator of existence, if someone wanted to follow him? Their prerogative.

If it was Trin? Her time wasted, not his.

Dark jacket, dark shirt, dark jeans, Lucas was dark. He was in hunting mode. Food, information, answers. When the ship announced it was landing, he started to pack his datapad into his bag. Methodological. Was it known how particular he was?

[member="Trin Gravois"]

 

[Trin Gravois]

Lucas packed up his things in the usual obsessive-compulsive manner and departed the shuttle, Trin trailing behind him. Not too close. Not too far back. There was always a formula to this. Lucas would let her follow him for a while, acting like he didn't care. And he didn't, but at some point he got...bored? Impatient? She didn't really know what made him finally relent. But when it did, the pendulum swung violently in the other direction, and he confronted her.

Sometimes Lucas played a wild card, and attacked or tried to mutilate her. On Obredaan, he'd almost buried her deep within a Jin'ha Cortosis mine, but she'd survived. Sometimes she wished that she hadn't.

Her obsession with trailing her brother wasn't totally whimsical or impractical. Trin had a terrible yearning to find out about her own origins, and Lucas was the key. He knew things she didn't. Remembered things she couldn't. He was the only person who could ever help her uncover her own history. Trin's relationship with Lucas was a mobius band of degradation and pain, but however cursed it was, he was still the devil she knew. And this devil knew things. He just wasn't telling.

[member="Lucas Gravois"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

There were methods to how Lucas just fething existed. He had his belongings and was on the move. The ship was touching down and he’d be among the first to exit. He didn’t like being in ships. There were too many random factors. It was why he went into battle wearing black robes and really not much else, nor did he really fancy a weapon. Stun batons were nice, anything he could hit someone with, something that was manual, that was what he needed. The Anzat didn’t trust anything.

Or anyone.

Even his sister.

Removing her from any equation was probably the more intelligent path he was taking, but she kept fething living. And surviving, and finding him. What the feth did he need to do to get her to go the feth away? As for being a devil?

He could exist like that. Looking, he waited in the queue to exit the vessel. Then it was to put some feelers out, looking for information, and lacking a result, find it through someone. By using them, and taking everything they were.

[member="Trin Gravois"]

 

[Trin Gravois]

Trin watched Lucas take his place in the queue, stone-faced in stark contrast to the excited masses around him. If only they knew that Lucas would like nothing better than to stick their brains in a blender and drink his fill. No remorse. Like all of nature's predators.The thought made her own stomach growl.

Trin's voice, soft and familiar beat up against his skull, seeking to find their way in. She'd never intruded in his brain space before, but she had been training up her telepathy since she arrived on Coruscant. It changed the rules of the game ever so slightly. Trin was pushing him. Now just how hard would he push back?

Where are you going this time, brother?

When had Lucas not been a permanent fixture in her obsessions. It was Lucas. Always Lucas. He was her demon in the dark. Her quiet in the loudest places of her mind. Answer me, damn you.

[member="Lucas Gravois"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Always on the move, this one. Lucas Gravois was hunting, and for him, there was no more dangerous prey than the past. The Sith were a joke, especially those Covenant women who ran off. You think you’re going to last that long away from the hippie happy circle jerk that is the One Sith? Good luck, all the power to you. Lucas was going to use the One Sith to get what he needed, then he’d kill them all and take over as the King of the galaxy, and work on plunging it into darkness.

What would happen if you brought all the Force artifacts of the galaxy together and burned them, would the Force cease to exist? Would the galaxy?

He was stepping off the ship and could feel her. In his mind. What the ever loving feth did she want. Go. Home. Lucas wasn’t a man of many words. He would not give her the benefit of his words, nor his thoughts. He was going to keep moving on And find what he needed to. Now when were shifts at the local tourist directory over?

[member="Trin Gravois"]

 

[Trin Gravois]

The words pierced her skull like a dagger. Go home. So much for brotherly love. Lucas was not like other people. He acted as if he'd spent a thousand years walking the galaxy, judging it, and had found it beyond redemption. In his next phase, he would begin the executions. Trin liked to think that maybe, just maybe, she was special to her brother, this counterfeit god. Who was she kidding really? So they had the same set of genetic instructions? Did that really bond them? No, not for Lucas. Blood was not thicker than hatred.

Like a satellite, she orbited, floating through the inky void. Then, suddenly, they would collide, and as expected, the results were always catastrophic.

A nervous tic danced along her jaw, her lips tightly pursed. Defiant, she reached out again, pushing him. Always pushing.

Now is that any way to talk to your only sister, brother?

The emphasis on the word brother took on a flavor of mockery.

[member="Lucas Gravois"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Brotherly love? Trin Gravios wouldn’t know the first thing about brotherly love, even if Lucas was a normal person and not potentially a sociopath. But really, he didn’t need to defend himself to the likes of her. They had the way they dealt with each other, and Lucas was perfectly happy with that arrangement, thanks. He didn’t need her around and was doing just fine with only punctuated encounters with his sister.

No matter how far he moved, or which people he started to work with, she still found him. And he could really do without that.

The pair were definitely not meant to be mixed. Same genetics, sort of the same upbringing, the end result of the same programs and situations. That was what they were, and that somehow threw her into some crazy familial fixation with him.

She pushed another thought into his mind, and in typical Lucas faction, he let it roll off his back. Where was the visitor center? He needed answers.

[member="Trin Gravois"]