Private No Way Out - Nar Shaddaa

[Braze]

TAGS: Okuma Milogen

"You have to find those," Braze said, his tone firm but edged with that casual air of someone stating the obvious. "As a Jedi youngling, you go out and find your own. The crystal chooses you. When you know, you know… ya know?" He quirked a brow, giving Okumma a look.

Then, as if belatedly realizing he needed to set the record straight, Braze added with an almost territorial finality, "And no—you can't have my crystals." His words landed like a closing door, as though his mere declaration stamped out any debate on the matter. Never mind the fact that Okumma had practically kidnapped him. "You've got to find your own," Braze repeated, as if it needed no further explanation.

"Building your own lightsaber as a Padawan is a rite of passage," Braze began, "It's not about crafting a weapon. You're supposed to commit to a pilgrimage, guided by the will of the Force, to find your crystal—the one that calls to you."

He paused, "The lightsaber is a symbol. It's a reflection of who you are, your connection to the Force, and the path you're walking. That's why building it yourself matters—it's personal. It should be an act of self reflection and self discipline."

Braze's lips curled into the faintest of smirks, "A lot of Padawans pick fancy materials—stuff that looks polished, elegant for their first saber. I built mine from parts I scrounged out of scrapyards. Leftover pieces no one wanted. Forgotten and abandoned. With a bit of hard work and patience they were forged so that others may to see their worth again. "

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[Okuma Milogen]

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Location: Nar Shaddaa
Objective: Retrieve Relic
Tag: Braze

“Yes yes yes, I already know that. The gathering and all that but that’s only for the little ones. Jedi that lose a saber or crystal afterwards can generally rebuild one in more convenient ways.” Okuma said back rather confidently. His casual tone now takes a more annoyed turn. He also recognized that he might have been revealing more information than someone like him really should now about how the Jedi worked. Even many famed Jedi hunters might not have known some of the things he was suggesting.

Hearing the boy talk about the importance of a lightsaber and the value of them also reinforced his belief that he was speaking to a padawan. Making him wonder still as to why they had a red lightsaber. Braze’s words reminded Okuma of his own history, memories of his pride and accomplishments as a padawan. His excitement over creating his own lightsaber years ago. The weapon he had to surrender when he was cast out.

“Well then, one man’s trash turned out to be your treasure I suppose. Maybe that’s how you got that red crystal.” Letting out a sigh, Okuma didn’t think he was getting anywhere. “I’m already been running my mouth too much.” He muttered to himself before pulling out a strange looking firearm. He pointed it down at the boy and without hesitation squeezed the trigger. Looking as if he was about to execute the boy right here and now just because he was losing his patience. However, no blaster bolt or slug shot out of the barrel. There looked to be nothing but a low hum from the weapon that even Okuma could hear that would begin to make the padawan’s mind go a bit fuzzy. The would begin to remove independent thoughts.

“Now tell me padawan…” Okuma paused for a moment. The question he was going to ask suddenly felt pointless, trivial even. There was something else he needed to ask instead. “Where are the lightsaber hilts of slain and former jedi kept within the Jedi Order” Okuma finally questioned the boy. Now he wanted to know where his lightsaber was being imprisoned.​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Okuma Milogen

"I took the red crystal from a Sith after defeating them in battle," Braze stated simply, his tone neutral, almost detached. His gaze remained fixed on the strange firearm, studying its design with wary curiosity. Despite his calm words, the sight of the weapon made his muscles tense, a small touch of unease rippling through him.

The low hum emanating from the device caught his attention. It wasn't the harsh crackle of a blaster's charge or the metallic grind of a slug being chambered. This was something else—an unsettling vibration that seemed to resonate directly in his mind. He tried to focus, reaching through the Force, attempting to feel the currents around him, to find some faint connection to this man, this situation, anything. But the sound… the sound clawed at the edges of his thoughts, dragging them into a slow, muddled spiral.

His ears perked slightly as recognition sparked in his clouding mind. He'd encountered something like this before—technology meant to disorient, to suppress independent thought. It was designed to bypass willpower, to force compliance. Braze gritted his teeth, trying to anchor himself, but fragments of memory floated to the surface, unbidden and vivid.

"The Halls of the Fallen," he murmured, the words slipping out before he could fully process them. His vision swam briefly, the pull of the hum gnawing at his focus. He latched onto the memory. It was from his exploration of the mirror maze with the Cathar boy had dared him to wander deeper into the labyrinthine paths, and in doing so, Braze had stumbled across the sacred chamber.

"They were moved," he added, his voice distant as though recounting a dream. The images came clearer now—scenes of the new temple under construction, Jedi bustling to prepare a space worthy of their legacy. He forced himself to focus on those details, turning them into a lifeline against the weapon's oppressive hum. "To the Veridian Temple," he continued, his words flowing freely as though compelled by an invisible hand, "near the Ashlanti Elysium."

He paused, the haze thickening, making it harder to hold onto his thoughts. Despite this, a spark of defiance burned in his chest. Braze knew the power of words. While he had spoken the truth, the details were ambiguous enough to buy time—to assess, to plan. His connection to the Force felt muted, like a distant echo, but it was still there, faint and stubborn. If he could stall long enough, perhaps he could regain his footing.

Braze tilted his head slightly, his sharp eyes flicking back to Okuma, reading the man's posture, the shift in his expression. "Does this mean you've lost yours?" he asked, his voice softer now, probing yet deliberately casual. He needed the man to keep talking, to focus on his own emotions, his own desires. It was the only opening Braze had left—and he would make it count.

 

[Okuma Milogen]

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Location: Nar Shaddaa
Objective: Retrieve Relic
Tag: Braze

Okuma sternly gets the firearm trained onto the padawan. Listening closely as he took in the boy’s words. He felt his heartbeat quicken with anticipation as he took in the information. His normally cool and confident demeanor being replaced with palpable excitement. Both to hear what the boy had to say as learning about the efficacy of the Gun of Command. The Hapens really did make a wonderful weapon.

“Veridian Temple…” Okuma repeated to himself, as if trying to recall the location. “Where is it? Where is Veridia?” The kage asked. Feeling his hand begin to cramp up he looked down at it, seeing his knuckles turn white over his grey skin. He finally loosened his tight grip and lowered the weapon. Letting out a deep breath, feeling as if he had been holding it this whole time.

Then he listened to the boy’s question. Creating a brief moment in vulnerability for the kage. “Yeah… something like that…” Time was already running out. He couldn’t spend a moment longer here than needed. Unless Okuma wanted to fight the master as well.

“Enough chit chat, see you around little padawan.” Okuma said before drawing a second blaster. Flipping on the stun round he aimed it square at the boy. Now entirely defenses he would only need the one shot to knock out the child. He would uncuff the boy and leave the room with the door open. To where he kept the boy’s belongings he pulled the kyber crystals from his pockets. As much as he wanted to take them for himself he knew that they might be more trouble than they were worth now. Reluctantly he set them down aside to their respective saber hilts before leaving. How he had his sights set on a more personal mission. Reclaiming what was his. He can still remember it so clearly. The balance, the weight, it’s brilliant glow, his lightsaber.

But something else gnawed at Okuma's psyche, the boy. They seemed very familiar somehow...​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Okuma Milogen

The boy groaned softly as he stirred, his body still sluggish from the stun round. His vision blurred, he caught a faint glimmer of his kyber crystals resting by his saber hilts. For a moment, he lay there, piecing together the fragments of what had just transpired. Why had he left him alive? And why did it feel like this wasn't their first encounter?​