New Beginnings

[Seskel Sangrey]

Throughout the time that he had been under the wing of his now previous master, Seskel had been losing his mind. All this talk of what he should be doing, and what he shouldn't... but that's all in the past now. Seskel is sitting at the bar of a planet he doesn't even know the name of. His torso slumped over the counter, alcohol-infused drool pooling under his cheek as it rests uncomfortably on tge black surface.

He had finally decided enough was enough, and one night while everyone's guard was down, he made his way through the compound, grabbed a couple of lightsabers and hijacked the most reliable, and convenient space craft he could find. The rest is more or less a blur.

He jolts awake at the sound of a group cheering across the bar. He looks at them with a scowl on his face before wiping the drool off his cheek. "I'll have another." He says in a quiet slur towards the barkeep. He nods and begins to make another drink for Seskel.

 

[Calixte Diantha]

What was it about bars that always left them smoky? Well, that was a ridiculous question, now wasn't it? Smoke often made them smoky, but it was the lack of filtration systems that caused the redheaded vixen to make a fairly disgusted face as she had made her way into and through the crowd towards the bar. Whatever it didn't matter, she needed a drink.

She stepped up to the bar, wearing something that would probably get her into plenty of trouble back home, not that she seemed to care. Especially since it immediately drew the bartender's attention and brought him to her. Full lips puckered for just a moment as Calixte made a thoughtful sound at being asked what it was she wanted to drink. After a short time, she rattled off something sweet that would drown the taste of alcohol, and then her attention drifted around her.

When she spotted the boy down the bar, clearly asleep, the redhead's brows lofted. The cheers that startled him earned a curious look from her, but then her focus went right back to the boy. "You don't exactly sound like you need another one." she teased. Hey, it wasn't any of her business, but for some reason? She was colored intrigued by this kid.


[member="Seskel Sangrey"]

 

[Seskel Sangrey]

"Yeah well, it's not a matter of need at this point anyways." He says, running his hand through his matted hair. "I want to drink until I black out, and hopefully wake up somewhere far away from the Jedi." He says, taking the drink as the bartender set it down in front of him. He downs it in a few gulps and slaps the bar, standing up. As he does so, he bumps the person behind him, making them spill their drink.

He raises a hand and groans. "Sorry mate. I didn't see yous there..." he manages to get out in a fumbled slur. The man simply pushes him to the side, making him trip and land back in the barstool, rocking it up onto one side as his back presses against the bar.

It's clear to see he is in bad shape, both mentally and physically. Once he positions himself back to his feet, he straightens his shirt and starts towards the door. He uses the force to move the curtain-like door that covers tge entrance as he just didn't want to mess with it.

 

[Calixte Diantha]

In all honesty, Calixte hadn't paid much mind once the boy said something about the Jedi. That wasn't something she was about to get all up in the middle of. Someone had clearly lost their ickle Padawan, and she wasn't going to be around when they came looking for him.

However, she felt the movement from the Force, and the redhead's body half turned so that she could watch. Her fingers drummed against the bar that was now behind her, and she made a frustrated noise before she picked up her drink, downed it, and then stepped away from the bar without a backwards glance.

When she reached the curtain she stepped through it and paused so that she could take a moment to feel her surroundings. With as drunk as this kid was, he couldn't have gotten far, and sure enough he had only managed to stagger a few feet away. "Hey," she didn't quite yell, but she did catch up quickly enough with the way he was staggering around. "What's got you wanting to get away from the Jedi?" Oi, why did she care?


[member="Seskel Sangrey"]

 

[Seskel Sangrey]

"I'm tired of being treated like an unwanted mutt. They can't fix me. So they stopped trying. I got to watch, all of my classmates progress while I was stuck, getting my ass handed to me again and again because I couldn't control the way my brain works." His words are slurred, but full of anger and sorrow. It tears him apart that he never graduated anywhere in the Jedi order.

"So I stole a ship, and took off. I don't remember where I left it though." He says, looking around the place. "To be honest I don't quite know where I left myself. I think I blacked out on my way here." He turns to look at the stranger again, but stumbles over his own feet and falls, catching himself by his hands at least. He tgen simply sits on the ground in a slouched posture, a sigh of defeat coming from him.

"You wouldn't happen to know an inn or anything around these parts would you?" He asks, looking up at her. "I'm quite ready to sleep."

 

[Calixte Diantha]

The redhead balked a bit. "Fix you?" she loft a brow and looked him over, and then once he had slumped to the ground she walked a full circle around him. "Strange, doesn't look to me as if anything is broken..." She stopped once she had rounded to the front of him again. Her arms folded, though one of them bent at the elbow so that she could lay her fingers against the swell of her bottom lip.

"This may be a stupid question, but since I don't know you I'm going to ask it anyhow. What exactly is wrong with you that the Jedi couldn't fix?" It was a legitimate enough question, really. What could be so wrong with someone that the Jedi would just wash their hands of them? It most definitely raised Calixte's curiosity.


[member="Seskel Sangrey"]

 

[kiron]

a hooded man followed by a female slave walks over to the conversation and says

'' problems with the jedi huh, here let me buy you a drink''

'' SLAVE! go to the bar tender and buy this man a pint of his strongest drink''

'' any way whats this about the jedi and you being messed up''

Seskel Sangrey

 

[Seskel Sangrey]

Seskel looks at the woman in front of him and sighs. "I'm a problem. I'm angry, and I let my anger get the best of me. What are you going to judge me for it too?" He asks, stumbling to his feet. "I don't need it. And quite frankly I don't think I can take much more critiquing right now."

He looks to the man with a slave at his hip. A glare of disgust etches onto his face. He never liked the thought of slaves. "It's nothing. Just the same old sob story you can hear from multiple people around that bar."

He walks over to the sturdiest wall of the closest building and sits against it, propping his arms on his arched knees. "I just don't like being a nobody. A droid left out in the wilderness." He balls his hands into fists. "An easy target."

 

[kiron]

'' well then, by sitting here drowning your sorrows thats exactly what you are doing. right now your filth, you wouldnt even be worth anything as a slave''

'' but i see potential in you, if you are so angery, try using the darkside of the force. feed on your pain and anger.''

kiron grabs his drink and downs it. ''if you ever need work, contact me here''.

'' trust me i know what the jedi are like, i used to be jedi until i failed my trials''.

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

[member="Seskel Sangrey"] [member="kiron"] [member="Calixte Diantha"]

"...used to be a Jedi until I failed my trials."

The words sank in and Quill woke up. He hadn't been asleep, just reading a book, but it was all pretty much the same thing. He wiped crusties from his eyes and stuffed the book into his pocket. The words had come from three young people - younger than him, anyway - and presumably one of the two men. Something felt wrong, maybe evil. He checked the lightsabre hidden up his sleeve, just in case, and settled down to listen some more.

 

[Calixte Diantha]

The redhead gave the man in the hooded cloak a long look with pursed lips before shaking her head and shifting her gaze back to the boy who was now against another wall. "Did you ever stop to consider that perhaps you're just hanging around the wrong people?" she questioned [member="Seskel Sangrey"]. "Not only are there variations to what you learn in using the Force, but there are varying degrees of people who can teach you those different interpretations."

"Now, am I saying to run off and find some Dark Jedi, or Sith Lord? No. Though you do have you question yourself about just who is going to be better suited to help you. Not to quell your anger, mind you. But to control it, and use it to your advantage."


[member="kiron"], [member="Jend-Ro Quill"]

 

[Seskel Sangrey]

Seskel looks up at her with a gaze of question. Not at yhe words she had bestowed upon him, but at the agreement that he had automatically felt towards them. "I had trained with the siths before. But the bloake I was training under was worse. Neither the Sith, or the Jedi understand how I work."

He stands up to his feet, using the wall as a grip to stumble himself upright. "I can't be put in a room, and be preached to, and expected to show progress. I can't learn that way. Amd the only physical training I ever got was when my masters were fed up and wanted to 'teach me a lesson.'"

He then looks to tge slave owner. "I said I didn't need anymore criticism, mate." He says, hooking his thumbs under his belt, hanging his hands from them. "And I mean no offense when I say this, but slave owners and I aren't really a problem-free partnership. Thanks for the offer, though."