I Don't Look for Trouble, Honest

[Roshki Belawiiks]

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Location: Ambaril, Chandaar​

[member="Darius"]​

"Maximillius! Stop squirming!" I shouted, though the wind took away my words. My Blarth's little tail-nubbins clung to my cloak as he barked at the three other speeders chasing me. Unlike me, however, their riders didn't have to focus on keeping a fat blob on their vehicle. "Maxi, down!"

My speeder zipped through the city, darting past pedestrians, buildings, and little stands of merchandise. Despite my situation, I felt rather proud of myself; thus far I hadn't knocked over a single thing.

Caught up in the moment, I flew too close to one of the stands -- a fruit stand -- and knocked over a whole bunch of muja fruits. Oops. But by the time the owner could raise a fist, my speeder was already gone and the three chasing me had added to the damage. On top of that, one of the jarheads decided to start shooting at me. As if that was going to make things better!

Trust my luck to land into trouble without meaning to. I had travelled to Ambaril to buy some cheap Gullipuds for Maxi to snack on and play with. The bouncy, squishy creatures caused my face to take on a faintly disgusted look every time I had to handle them, but my pet loved them. Unfortunately, Ossus did not have much in the way of Gullipuds, and so far [member="Corvus Raaf"] and the other Jedi Masters hadn't caught on to my, ah, billing methods. Which was good for me, because Maxi ate a lot. Seriously. He gave Hutts a run for their money...or would it be squirm for their money? Wriggle for their money?

Unpleasant imagery aside, I was hoping to buy some wholesale. And where else to go but polluted Chandaar? Anyway, I had been walking Maxi around the shadier part of the market with the plan of getting Gullipuds as cheaply as I could...when my Blarth pup decided to sneeze. But he didn't just sneeze; he blew a gooey, icky, globbery mess of snot right onto the pantlegs of a stupidly muscular and easily angered gang member. On top of that, he was a bloody Epicanthix -- making any attempt at using the Force to calm him useless.

A blaster bolt barely grazed one of my montrals, and I let out a curse. I had yet to lose the fools, and I sincerely hoped I'd be able to do it quickly enough that I could go back and buy my now stressed Blarth something.

Why yes, yes I did spoil him. He was my baby, after all. And if these idiots touched a single slimy cell on my precious baby's skin....Well, it wouldn't be pretty.

Up ahead I spotted an alleyway, and with a smug grin I quickly steered my speeder into it. I grew up in alley-ridden slums, so I at least had the advantage of being able to navigate--

"Holy motherfether!" Apparently some genius had decided that a wall was the perfect thing to put at the end of an alleyway. I used to Force to pull Maxi towards me so that I could wrap my arms around him as we tumbled and rolled off the speeder. "Come, Maxi! Come!" Mixing the Force and my own strength, I hurriedly pushed together all of the boxes, crates, and trashcans I could find, creating a rudimentary ramp. Then, with my surprisingly agile Blarth, I scrambled up the wall. As I stood on the top, I heard the noise of speeders getting closer and closer...and watched as the three sped by. Yes! I cried within my head...until the noise again became louder, as if they'd realized where I was. Damn it!!

"Come on Maxi, time to go!" Reaching under his front legs, I grabbed Maxi and hoisted him up, ignoring his yelp of surprise. However, at the same time I was pulling, the pup had decided to spring forward, causing us to both tumble off the 7-foot-high metal wall. Maxi let out a yip as he plopped to the ground, though his blubbery mass absorbed most of the impact. Not so much for me; I fell backwards with no more than a second to focus on doing the drop-roll. I.e., try to get my body to roll in such a way as to evenly distribute the whatever-made-high-falls-hurt so I didn't break anything.

Good news: I didn't break anything. Bad news: my wrists, legs, and all one side hurt like a motherfether, and I could hear those morons on the other side of the wall.

"Ow...."

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[Cedric Grayson]

Why had Darius come here? A myriad of reasons really. He wanderlust for one, and he'd never been here before. This planet was an unknown to the Jedi Padawan, though he'd begun to enjoy it for what it was. The city itself reminded him of the Undercity on Coruscant, without all of the spice peddling. That wasn't to say there was not any shady business going on, but it was tolerable. Not like the guy could have done much about it anyway.

He had nothing on him to identify as a Jedi. His clothing consisted of a leather hunting jacket, combat boots, a black hat. It was casual enough, and more importantly helped him blend in with the population. What point was there in wearing robes anyway if you did not have the lightsaber to go with them?

"Just two."

"Ya sure? They're on sale kid."

"I don't really need more than two." Darius flashed the merchant a well-meaning smile. The Nautolan man shrugged and slid two boxes across the table. Darius slapped a credit chip down and shoved the boxes into the pockets of his coat, and went on his way.

That was until a speeder gang flew right past him. It almost looked like they were chasing the leader -- a little odd, but races weren't unheard of. When the leader turned down an alley and the sound of metal grating across permacrete echoed off the city walls, Darius gave it his attentions. Had someone crashed? No one else nearby seemed to notice, or more importantly, care.

Perhaps that was the norm here. Still...

Grumbling a curse under his breath, Darius made his way toward the alley, his hand near the shattergun that hung from his hip should he have need of it.

"If you're not dead, say so."

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[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Darius"]

"Nope, I'm dead. I'm just pretending to be alive because death is boring."

Stifling a groan, I sat up and was immediately bombarded by snobbery kisses from Maxi. "Down, Maxi! Down! Damn it, Maximillius, down!"

I shoved the Blarth off of me, who whined for a moment before turning his sights onto the newcomer. Taking my cues from my pup, I did the same.

Whoever this guy was, he seemed to be about my age -- human, or at least as far as I could tell. As far as weapons went, he only had a blaster, although...I scrunched my nose. "Hey, you're a Force User!"

I stood up painfully and immediately began to prod my muscles in order to gauge the full extent of the damage. "What're you doing--"

"There you are, cheeka!" The Epicanthix, his muscles looking even bigger as he stuck his landing from jumping over the wall, sneered in our direction. A Weequay and an Advozse followed closely, mimicking their leader. Each one had a nasty-looking blaster pistol on their hips, no doubt heavily and illegally modified. "After I'm done with your disgusting pet, I'm gonna beat you and your friend to a pulp!" The other two snickered from the safety of their leader's backside.

I gritted my teeth. Nobody threatened my pup but me. Nobody.

Moving to the stranger's side, I whispered to him, "Let's skip introductions for now. Instead, why don't you help me knock some sense into these morons? Between our Forcey-magic stuff and my lightsaber, we are more than matched for them. And, if we end up surviving. I'll even buy you a cup of caf." On the Order's bill, of course. "Deal?"

 

[Cedric Grayson]

"Stranger things have happened."

Not dead, check. Pursued by a group of thugs, check. Force sensitive? Odd.

Darius parted his lips to offer some form of reply when the brutes made their intentions clear. Oh good, they had already gone through the trouble of associating him with this girl. Seemed there would be no talking his way out of this one, not that it mattered. Darius had killed before. He could do it again.

"And I'm going to shoot you. In the face." That roused some distaste, not that it would make much of a difference at this point. Darius reached for his shattergun, and someone fired. The bolt caught him in his shoulder pauldron; it kept him from losing an arm.

The shattergun made a low whirring noise as it powered up. A moment later, and Darius pulled the trigger. A cone of green energy spread outward and shredded the ground at the Weequay's feet. It was meant to scare the thug off. It did not work. Then people were shooting, and Darius was diving behind a trash can for cover.

"Do the lightsaber thing!" He shouted over the blaster fire. He'd been promised caf, and more importantly -- what in Corellia's nine Hells was in the Togruta's arms?

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[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Darius"]​

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As the man (who, for this brief period of time I decided to call "Scatterbrain" since, you know, he had a scattergun and I was creative like that) dove behind a trashcan, I did the same with Maxi, rolling behind a couple of crates.

"Not yet!" I shouted back. "Give me a moment! Keep shooting!" Maxi was starting to get stressed again, so I pushed my sleeves up and quickly prepped myself for ickiness. Looking at the Blarth, I commanded, "Maxi, cough!" This was a trick I'd come up with for times of combat, inspired by the excessive amounts of slobbering that always came from his mouth. Squeezing my eyes shut, I held my palm out expectantly. A second later, I heard a phlegmy noise come from the Blarth, and he hacked a lob of drool and mucous into my hand.

It reeked and had an icky texture. "Ewwwwwww!" I squealed under my breath, but nonetheless gave my pup a pat on his head. "Er, good job Maxi. Good job."

Glob still resting in my hand, I peeked out behind the crate. Shots were still flying, and I had to duck back in order to avoid losing an eye. Nonetheless, I managed to get a good idea of where the Epicanthrix was. "Hey, Scatterbrain!" I called out. "Give me cover fire and then watch out!"

Working fast and reaching out with the Force, I lobbed the slobbering at Steroids Man, steering it and making sure it kept its form -- all the while dodging shots. The projectile hit its target, and I heard a loud expletive. "Schutta! You're gonna pay for that!"

I ignored him. Instead, wiping my hand on my pant leg, I leapt out and activated my saberstaff. "Now here's the lightsaber thing!" My blades snapped to life, and I began to return bolts to their origins. At least, I tried to. As of yet the only lightsaber form I'd really mastered was Shii-Cho...which was focused on close-quarters, single-enemy combat. Not on blaster bolts.

Even so, I thought I did a pretty good job; Only some of the blaster bolts whisked by me, and the injuries I incurred were light. On top of that, I really did manage to return a bolt or two.

But if anyone asked, I blamed it on the fall.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Did she just throw animal slobber?

Yes, she did.

Well that was certainly something. Darius wasted no time in punching another power pack into the shattergun. This one -- clearly a Jedi -- could hold her own for a few moments, though he suspected she would not be having the best of times if this continued. That was all fine and dandy really; Darius intended to end it right about...now.

He sprung up from behind the can and brandished the scattergun. The Epicanthix had a moment to register what was going on before he was filled with holes. Daris had aimed for his legs so as not to kill the man, but the limbs were a bloody mess now. He wouldn't be walking away from this one -- not on his own anyway. Bolts were reflected back at the remaining shooters by the Togruta. The Advoze went down, his partner stopped shooting.

"Think we should go now, yes?" Darius asked impatiently as he stood up from his cover.

He didn't wait for an answer. With his weapon trained on the wounded Epicanthix in case his friend had any ideas, Darius began to back slowly out of the valley. Some kind of authorities would arrive eventually, and he had no desire to explain the situation to them.

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[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Darius"]

With absolutely no flourish whatsoever -- this was no training saber! -- I deactivated my blades and clipped the hilt to my belt. Ignoring Scatterbrain for a moment, I called Maxi to my side and walked over to investigate the bodies. The Epicanthix was laying on the ground, groaning in pain. He didn't notice me. The other two weren't moving, but they didn't seem to be dead, either.

A breath of relief that I wasn't aware I was holding escaped my mouth. Sure, I might bellow about fighting and all, that, but killing folks didn't really have much appeal for me -- especially after what happened when I'd returned from....well, Hell.

Shuddering slightly at the memory, I walked back to Scatterbrain. "Yeah, that'd probably be a good idea, seeing as how these guys could use us and all." Wow. That was stupid; probably the stupidest response I'd ever spoken.

Ah, well. I shrugged it off and motioned with my head for the guy to follow me. As we walked, I said, "I'd let you shake my hand, but uh, it's still got slobber on it. Anyway, thanks. What were you doing around here, anyway? And you're Force Sensitive, too. Which group you belong to? Or are you your own free man, travelling the galaxy as he pleases." I grinned cheekily. "Or perhaps you're a Sith? I always wanted to meet a Sith, but the Jedi don't trust me to fly a ship, much less go toe-to-toe with a Sithling."

I knew I was jabbering, but the flow of words (hopefully) distracted Scatterbrain from my real intent: to study him further. And gauge how much money he had.

Not that I would do anything about it, unless he happened to be a wealthy noble. Then I might try to nick a couple of credits from him. Was unJedi-like? Yeah, probably, but 1) it was an old habit, and 2) the money would go toward a a good cause. Or something.

I was also waiting to see if he'd offer up his name first. If he didn't give it, then I wouldn't, and I'd just keep calling him Scatterbrain.

Either way, it worked for me.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Shaking hands? Not like that sweetheart.

Darius cracked an amused little grin and shoved his hands into his pockets. The easiest way to walk away from the scene of a crime on a planet with little security such as this was to look like everyone else. That was something he'd mastered; moving and acting like everyone else after a outburst of violence was an art. An art that young Darius had down to a T. He shifted his gaze over to his Togruta companion, and then to the creature she lugged along with her.

What in Corellia's Nine Hells are you?

"Well, you're perceptive aren't you?" He asked with a hint of amusement, "My name is Darius. I was a Jedi Padawan for a long time. Kind of am still -- it's complicated." About as complicated as one's master leaving to fight a war could be. It was difficult to do much of anything when your only teacher left you high and dry, accident or not.

"I've met Sith. The men want to make you their apprentice. The women want to sleep with you, and then make you their apprentice --" he snickered, "That might be the other way around for you. Why were those goons chasing you?"

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[Roshki Belawiiks]

"[Member="Darius"]? Just Darius?" I snickered. "What happened to your last name? Never mind. You can call me Ross, though I prefer the title 'Queen of Awesome.' It's having a difficult time catching on, though. Probably because the Cheese-- er, the Jedi don't like their wee Padawan's having 'big heads'. Jerks."

I looked around for a caf shop, but as of yet I couldn't see one. "Anyway, they were chasing me because Maxi here--" I leaned down to pat my pup's head. "--Sneezed on the leader, that Epicanthix. As you can imagine, he didn't like it. Maxi, I mean. He's very picky about who gets his, er, snot." The Blarth made a little "yawp" noise and waddled ahead of us.

My attention returned to Darius. "You said your Padawanship was complicated? How so? And don't even bother saying it's too complicated to explain." I gave him a devilish smile this time. " 'Cause I got nowhere to be, and I doubt you do, too. Otherwise you wouldn't have helped back there."

 

[Cedric Grayson]

"I, uh, actually don't have one. It's always just been Darius." He shrugged. The question had come up more than a few times. Even in a galaxy as big as this, it was still odd for people to lack a surname. Since Darius was not a part of any particular records it had never been required of him. Occasionally he made one up, but the majority of the time? Nah.

Ross. He could work with that; it wasn't too fancy. That was not to say most aliens did have the fancy, over complicated names, they just...well, a lot of them did. So did a lot of humans! It just became tiring after while. You couldn't really blame Darius for having trouble remembering them all. He reached down to shove his shattergun into the folds of his jacket -- no point acting casual if the gun that was shot could be seen on your person -- and lofted a brow.

"Maxi eh?" He cracked an amused little grin, "S'pose he's got some good taste in people if he didn't like them." Darius reached out a hand to pet the creature and stopped halfway. He had no desire to be spat on.

Making a face that was somewhere between amused and disgusted, the padawan slowly retracted his hand. "My master left to fight in the war, and he left me on Endor. I've just recently started training again," he reached down to tap his hip, "See, no lightsaber. What exactly are you doing out here m'lady?"

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[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Darius"]

I noticed Darius slowly retract his hand, and laughed. "Don't worry, if Maxi didn't like you, he'd make it known. And, except for that Epicanthix, he gets along with a lot of folks."

At his explanation (and following question), I remained silent for a few seconds. "Oh, I'm just here to get some cheap Gullipuds. Maxi likes them, but ah, it's sometimes hard to find them at a decent price. As for your Master..." I shrugged. "At least you know where your Master is. Mine just kinda poofed off one day and, well, I haven't heard from him since. I mean, he's head of the Jedi Shadows or something, so I at first assumed he was on a top-secret mission that he couldn't share with his Padawans, but now..."

Yes, I was worried a bit. Not that I ever showed it. Double Kay was a big boy, and he'd saved me more times than I'd saved him.

Except for that one time, on Alderaan... A flash of voxyn claws, followed by its snarl and a vision of Karr hanging on to the edge of the cliff flashed through my mind, and I quickly pushed it away, suppressing a shudder. That was the last thing I needed on my mind, and thinking about it now would only mean I'd have to deal with nightmares later.

"Ahem. Anyway. Don't call me 'm'lady', it sounds formal, and I don't do formal." I elbowed him lightly in the ribs, to show him I was kidding. Kind of. I seriously didn't like formal titles, which I figured was why some of the more traditional Jedi didn't seem to like me. Oh well. I couldn't help it that they had a stick up their backside.

A neon sign proudly displaying a cup of caf caught my attention, and I pointed to it. "How about there? The, uh...the Hyper Piper? Ever been there?" I squinted through the crowd. "Oh, good, and it has an outside pavilion, too!"

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Darius believed her, but he wasn't going to chance it. The last thing he needed was for the little beast to throw up all over him, or whatever it did. She spoke of her master, and the padawan felt a bit of sympathy for her. Julius had at least explained what he was doing. Darius was just too inexperienced to help him rebuild the Corellian Jedi -- it was bloody work and he would have been hurt or killed. Ross had no clue where hers was, and Darius had been in that situation for a few years. He understood the anxiety that came with the knowledge that your teacher might be in a ditch on the other side of the galaxy.

The thought made him cringe.

"Glad I've charmed Maxi then," he snickered, "How 'bout m'lord?" A hint of challenge laced its words, though it was lost when she poked him in the ribs. Darius was not very ticklish. Okay, that was a lie. he chuckled, though only a wee bit.

"Hyper Piper? Lovely name," his words dripped with sarcasm, "Sounds like a plan."

The caf house didn't seem entirely terrible. In fact it had a bit of charm to it, as much as a place like this could have charm anyway. "Table for two," he quipped to the waitress. The woman led them to one of the tables outside, dropped two mugs of caf, and went on her way.

"Can't you just order food for him? Probably beats getting chased by folks, y'know."

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[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Darius"]

I grabbed my cup of caf and flashed Darius a sheepish grin. "That's what Gullipuds are, you see. They're these ridiculously stupid amphibious critters from Naboo. They're really chewy, but there's no bones, so I don't have to worry about Maxi choking on them. That said, they have a tendency to inflate like a ball when alive." A memory of the first live Gullipud I'd bought came back, pushing away the tendrils of the other memory. Snickering, I continued, "The first time I gave Maxi a living Gullipud, he about wet himself."

Releasing my cup, I used my hands to assist with my recollection. "See, Gullipuds can't do much of anything to escape predators, except hop maybe. And since they're ridiculous creatures, that doesn't always work well. So instead, what they do is as soon as the predator catches them, POOF!" The cups rattled as my foot accidentally hit the table leg. "They inflate. The Gungans even made a sport out of it."

Taking a breather, I drank from my cup. "Damn, this stuff's weak. It sure ain't no espresso."

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Gullipads and Naboo. Huh.

Darius was trying quite hard to imagine a small amphibious animal inflating itself to the size of a balloon in some poor predator's mouth. It did not seem like the best situation for either party. How a species such as that had managed to survive all the predator that stalked Naboo's surface was...surprising to say the least. He couldn't hid e a bit of amusement at the thought, cracking a thin smile as he sipped his caf.

Not very strong at all.

Making a face, he set the cup down on the table. It wasn't bad, just...not great.

"That sounds all kinds of lovely," he chuckled, "Never seen anything like...Maxi. Then again, I've barely spent anytime near the core worlds. I was little when it was still safe, and now the Sith rule just about everything."

He swallowed heavily. He wasn't a fan of the Sith, save for one, and she was quite far away right now. Still, he could feel [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] at the other side of their force bond; something he didn't know much about. Always feeling her presence was both comforting, and then uncomfortable. There was very little privacy, to say the least.

"Y'know I'm going to Mygeeto soon to get my lightsaber put together. If you don't have a master, well, afterword you can train with me I s'pose." He took another sip, "And uh, you wouldn't happen to know much about force bonds would you?"

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[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Darius"]

"I do have a Master!" I snapped. The sharpness of my tone woke up Maxi, who whined.

Learning down to comfort the pup, I sighed. "Sorry, I just-- Yeah, training sounds fun. I can even give ya a few pointers about your lightsaber."

His next question was weird, and I thought a moment, taking a long swig before answering. "I don't know a lot about them, but Force bonds typically happen between Masters and Padawans or Apprentices. It's kind of like a connection, where their brains are linked. It certainly makes it easier for telepathic communication." I would know; Karr loved to send "brain messages" my way, and though I dished it back the whole thing still made me uneasy. My thoughts were my thoughts, and not even Double Kay was privy to all.

"I do know that there usually has to be a personal connection between the people, as a base for the bond to build on." I shrugged. "But your best bet would be to talk to a Master; they'd be more than likely to give you better information."

Taking another sip from my cup, my black eyes studied him. For a second, I thought I'd sensed something... A devilish grin spread itself across my lips. "Why, got one with someone? Accidentally have a heart-to-heart with the guy who bullies you?"

 

[Cedric Grayson]

A heart to heart? Something like that.

Darius did not answer at once. Clearly he'd hit a nerve mentioning the Togruta's master. Perhaps he'd had a poor choice of words - whoops. He offered Roshki an apologetic smile and dipped his head forward. "Didn't mean to imply you didn't have one, sorry."

The bond...

It had been a simple question though Darius was beginning to regret asking it. Roshki was going to be curious now, and he wasn't sure he could really tell her what had happened. Perhaps a half truth?

"I, uh, ran into a Sith. She helped me keep a ship from crashing. Now we've got some kind of connection," he shrugged, "It's hard to explain."

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[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Darius"]

"A Sith?" I choked on my caf, spluttering as I tried to get it all cleared out of my windpipe. Once I was all right, I began to laugh. "A Sith! Now that's something I want to hear about!"

Grinning, I propped my chin on my palms. "Why were you two even on the same ship to begin with?" I could tell this was gonna be a good story; I'd never actually encountered a Sith before, as anything Karr and I did was normally behind the scenes, but even so my curiosity was piqued.

A weird reaction, I know, but I wasn't like the other Jedi. I didn't have enough experience with the Sith to form an opinion about them, and unlike the younglings I hadn't been brainwashed to believe that they were inherently evil. Besides, the only Sithling I had met was Darth Zerona -- and she was just the dark side version of me, an apparition.

And yet in her, too, there was some humanity. So...yep. I was no expert.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

He'd let on too much, and now he was going to suffer for it. Darius accepted his fate with open arms.

He settled the cup of calf on the table and leaned back into his chair; arms folding over his chest. "I've run in two," he began, "The first - the one with the bond, I met her on a ship going to Coruscant. I know the lower levels well, and I needed to find some cheap speeder parts."

He grinned, "The ship ran into some turbulence over Khomm. We kept it from crashing - that made the bond. She was...nice. Still an acolyte, so not all crazy about slaughter yet."

Hope she never is.

"When we landed, she helped me evade detection. I don't really know why, but I did try to convince her to leave. She wasn't very happy with her master," he shrugged, "Eventually we made it to Coruscant and parted ways. When I made it to the lower levels I ran into another Sith, but that's a story for another time.

Or never.

"You ever meet one?"

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[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Darius"]

I listened with eager attention to Darius's story, tapping my chin thoughtfully when he finished. His was an interesting story -- and proof that the Jedi didn't know that much about our supposed enemies. Granted, he did say she was fairly young and not yet indoctrinated into the whole "Smash! Slaughter! BLOOD!" aspect of the Sith, but still. It was enough to warrant grains of salt in regards to the old stories.

But alas, my reign of non-smart-alecky-ness was not destined to last. "Well, she's a Sith acolyte, right? I imagine most Acolytes aren't happy with their Masters to begin with, 'cause you'll never know if yours is the kooky blood-worshipper one." I snickered, then finished off my caf. It had grown cold, anyway.

"You'll have to tell me about that other Sith; I know I'm not on a time limit. As for meeting a Sith..." I shrugged. "It's kind of a weird thing. I didn't actually meet a real Sith, but I met a vision of one." Flashing him a wry smile, I added, "It's kind of hard to explain."

The waitress came over and wordlessly refilled my cup. Maxi perked up when she came over, but whined a little when he was ignored. I reached down to scratch behind his ear. "Don't worry bud, you can't win them all."

 

[Cedric Grayson]

"I dunno. The slaughter-blood thing seems to be universally popular for them." Darius snickered as he drained his cup of caf. Kinsey had not been the overtly violent sort, but then he had never seen her in battle, had he? It was quite possible she was just as blood crazy as the rest of them. The thought made his stomach turn. "I hope she isn't like that anyway. I want to bring her to the order eventually. My master always preached redemption - it can work, right?"

Then she was asking about the second Sith. Oh boy. This one had been a female too, only she had proven to be much more dangerous.

"I went straight to the lower levels when I got to Coruscant. Sith don't usually go there. When I arrived, this Sith woman just happened to be nearby and chased me further down. We eventually got ambushed by a swoop gang." Darius rolled his eyes, "We fought them off. She tried to take me to her master then - y'know how? She tried to seduce me."

The padawan couldn't help but snort a laugh.

"The lady was almost twice my age and all...Sithy. I managed to trick her and steal her ship. Then I crashed it; pretty sure she's still looking for me."





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