Learning in Wreckage

[Isolder Arterius]

Learning in Wreckage​

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A smell permeated the small town that reminded Isolder of his home, his mother's ship. He spent years stuck inside his mother's ship, a part of her smuggling crew, spending weeks floating in space in isolation. His only companions were the rest of his mother's crew and the only news he heard of the outside world was when he went planet side to be muscle for their operations. His ambitions grew outside the hull of that ship though. He always had something special about him. Some type of power hidden in him that would manifest in different forms throughout his life. Finally, he had heard of The Force. Something that sounded exactly like what he held within him. He had gone out to the edges of space to find The Sith Council, a place for him to learn and to grow.

He awaited a master, so he began to learn what he could. He would travel from time to time and in doing so, learned to hide in the shadows of the galaxy, which began to make his friends more and more seedy. In doing so, he met a man who claimed to be a piece in a network that was growing and spreading across the galaxy with an unknown master. It, however, allowed him to find another Force user that he would be able to learn from. He wasn't sure if the other one would show, but he thought he had to try.

The location he had selected was Boz Pity. In Republic space, but small and often unimportant. He was able to slip onto the Mara Corridor with a smuggling group and arrive quickly without alerting any type of law enforcement. He found the town they were meeting and he realized that had definitely seen better days. No matter. He was there. He was ready to learn. He entered into a small cantina, the usual spot for seedy dealings, and waited.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

The Force worked in odd ways, Spencer had recently returned to listening to her whispers. She had turned away from it and had started doing things that she wanted to do. Turning away from the Force turned her to lean to one side of it, twisting it to what she desired and not what it desired. After the invasion of O’reen, she was reminded that she needed to rely on the Force to guide her. This time the Force guided her to this place and this cantina. Being the odd ball in the place, Spencer rose a hand and soon ordered a glass of wine from Naboo. Handing over the appropriate credits she sipped the red liquid slowly.

There was a reason she was here, so as she placed the glass down she revealed her force aura to the room. If there was a force user about, they would notice the neutral aura floating about. An odd calm would surge through them as the woman left herself completely open for anyone to approach her. One figure caught her eye and she wondered if this person was the one she needed to see. Smiling softly, she took another sip of her wine and waited to see if he would react to the sudden shift in the Force.

@[member="Isolder Arterius"]

 

[Isolder Arterius]

He had sat at the bar for some time. He wasn't even sure if he should be there, but something inside of him kept him down in his seat. The bartender had asked him what he wanted, but Isolder declined over and over until it was apparent that the barkeep was not pleased in him taking up space. So, he told the alien to make him something. Isolder had far more important things on his mind.

He had kept his eyes on everyone who entered, even keeping himself open to the Force as he had learned to do. He saw those entering who he didn't need the Force to tell had criminal intentions, some seemed to be locals who just needed a drink, while others came to talk and meet people. Sitting at the bar and with a pleasant look, he found himself having to tell people that the seat next to him was taken quite often. Soon, those people would look over and see that no one had taken the spot and grow irritated. It made no difference to him. The only person he had taken time to talk to was a local spacer who was telling him the conditions of nearby planets.

Eventually, Isolder turned back to the bar and took a sip of the drink sitting in front of him.

Sonic screwdriver

He thought to himself. He hated the drink, despite the popularity, so he left it sitting in front of him the rest of the time he sat there. Looking down at the bar, he suddenly felt something inside him. Peace and calm as if he was back in space. It was weird and unnatural. He had to be the person he was looking for. He tried to calmly look around the bar, until he saw a woman at the end of the bar shining like a light. Of everything he had expected, she was not what he anticipated he would find here.

He quickly got the bartenders attention, he had decided to just ignore Isolder for the longest time, and send her a drink. It would seem normal to anyone else in the bar, but he had a feeling she would see that he was different.

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer had finished her glass of wine and looked around, it seemed the Force had been playing a joke on her during this time. Frowning slightly she was going to head out soon, but the bartender set down another glass of wine for her. Spencer looked at it and began to detoxify her body just in case that was sent with something else in it. Sitting back down, she looked at the bartender confused.”I didn’t order another one”. She said with a hint of warning in her voice, the alien pointed towards the other end of the bar towards the man.

At first she figured it was another casual courting gesture that was seen quite often in holofilms, but as she peered closer to him she sensed the force. Casting a smile towards the bartender she accepted the drink, it was obvious this was a bit more than your usual courting gesture. Taking a sip, she kept her eyes locked on him, he was the one she was sent here to see, but why? The question would be answered once she spoke with him. Moving from her seat she wandered down the bar towards him, each step more graceful than the next - the woman was light and soft - frail almost.

Seeing the seat next to him, she nodded towards it breaking the moment’s silence. “This seat taken?”, she waited of course and then once he answered she questioned him quickly in a hushed tone. “What is that you’re looking for?”


@[member="Isolder Arterius"]

 

[Isolder Arterius]

He kept his eyes mostly on his drink, but he saw the woman moving towards him. She was graceful, she was certainly beautiful, and he knew nothing about her. Was Isolder a fool for coming here? Was this some type of trap set for him? He was new to the Sith, so he hadn't made many problems for anybody and almost no one knew he was yet, but maybe this was set up by someone who did know he was a Sith. Or was it the people from the criminal network he had used? Regardless, she could be extremely dangerous. For some reason though, Isolder felt compelled to remain in his chair and as she moved, he still felt nothing but calmness from her.

She asked to sit next to him, her voice instilled the same calming effect as her presence. Isolder simply nodded to the chair, telling her it was open. In the moments after, Isolder's mind raced. He looked around the bar to make sure he knew what to do in case things got messy. He made sure no one else was listening in to their conversations. And he looked very intently at her. She was not what he had been expected. So, he tried to take in every detail of her that he could.

Finally, she asked him why he was there. What exactly was he looking for? He thought about the question for a moment. He had began to have a vague understanding of the Force and could do simple things, he only understood the concepts of lightsaber combat and only practiced a few times, and all he knew about the Force was from the Sith. His goals and ambitions were leading him down the path of the Sith, but if he could learn more power, more control from elsewhere - he would.

"I wish to become more in tune with the Force." He whispered back. It was vague, but he wasn't sure what exactly he would be learning from such a creature. She looked too young to be a wise old master, too beautiful to be a hardened warrior, and too calming to be a master of the mind. But, he thought, he was likely wrong about all of those things. As he had learned, those with the Force were often quite full of surprises. "Whether it is through the mind, though my body and strength, or through power and combat. I want to learn whatever I can."

@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer sipped her wine casually as she did her best to not look so obvious to the other patrons in the bar. A place like this housed smugglers and bounty hunters alike, anyone who would do anything for a credit. The half empty wine glass settled on the bar top, her body reacting with the force to detoxify herself so that she remained completely sober despite ingesting two rather strong glasses of wine. It was a habit of hers especially when she was drinking in a public place such as this, she didn't know who was behind the bar or who had given her the drink. For all she knew an assassin could have slipped her something or a rather desperate gentlemen looking for something quick and easy. Once again she brought the glass to her lips and remembered the times she had let herself wear her hair down, it was mostly at home and in the company of her mate. The brief trip down memory lane was halted as the man near her began to answer her question. She looked at him from the corner of her eye and she finished her drink. Setting the glass down she rotated herself in her seat to fully look at him.

He wanted to learn. Spencer mused over the fact that the force had its ways to lead her to people such as him. Pushing the glass to the edge of the bar, she nodded. She was always mistaken as just a girl, never the Master she was under the blonde hair. Hazel eyes glanced towards the man, locking with his gaze. A half smile spread across her lips as she nodded. "I can teach you the Force, to manipulate it and help you become one with it. I will not teach you to own it, for it is something that no one can own and truly Master." She grabbed a napkin and marked something upon it, they were coordinates and a way to reach her. She pushed the napkin into his hand and she removed herself from her seat. Standing close to him, she brought her lips a few inches from his ear as she whispered.

"Meet me later on tonight and we can talk more in private, if not I wish you the best in your journey" Pulling away, the smell of lavender danced against his senses and the woman pushed her way through the crowd becoming lost once again. She headed towards the Peregrine, which was cloaked in the middle of no where. There she would meet the man if he chose to come. If he didn't show she would forget him and return to Annaj.

@[member="Isolder Arterius"]