Not even the best laid plans go right

[grammaticus]

Corran had been on Sarvchi for five days now. Granted, he wasn't certain about lengths of time anymore. So much time in isolation begins to make the days blur together. However, he was fairly certain five days had passed anyway, because the man had left the shop five times.

Corran was a rogue, wanderer, exile, whatever you wanted to call him. He had been banished from his home because he had been force sensitive. He was given a ship, and told to never return. He had been thirteen at the time, and that was eight years ago. He had learned to survive by one of the only methods possible, theft. Whenever he landed on a new planet, he immediately began to look for a possible location to...relieve of their possessions.

This little shop was his current target. It was at the end of the street it was on, allowing for a quick escape if needed, and had second story windows from which to enter from. He had been waiting and watching the shopkeeper for a while, learning how he went about his daily schedule. When he left for lunch everyday, Corran had counted the minutes for how long he was gone. It amounted to about half an hour, plenty if time.

Corran currently sat crouched on a ledge across the street, waiting. As always, the shopkeeper left through the front door at the exact second of the mid hour, turning and locking the door behind him before strolling down the street. Corran gave it two minutes before he rose from his crouched position. He took two quick steps back, before running forward and throwing himself across the gap between the two buildings. He made sure to give himself a little push with the force, clearing the large gap and landing on the window ledge across the street. He gripped the top with one hand, before waving his hand across the window eith hos other. There was a brief click, before the glass slid to the side.

Checking to make sure no one was looking, Corran quickly slid into the building.

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[Théodred Heavenshield]

Thankfully the meeting with the local authorities had ended soon than expected. There had been some resurgence of crime in the area of the city, which mostly the Iron Empire allowed the local government to take care of themselves, but the problem had been growing quickly and out of control and the local security had become overwhelmed. It would be relatively swift to fix however, as the Iron Empire Army had been call upon the assist along with members of the Legion. Theo saw this as a good learning experience for some of the members that were in needed of field work outside of Ilum and the walls of the Pantheon. So a unit of Legionnaires would arrive before the end of the day. He would meet with them when they arrive to give his briefing but for now he had time to kill.

It was then he rounded a corner to yet another street lined with shops, he had his mind set on finding somewhere to eat and hoped this would provide him with it. However, he sensed a pull on the force, nothing unusual about that really, expect for the intent behind it. He just caught a glimpse of someone leaping from a building to the platform on the other side of the street directly over a shop and they, whoever they were, slipped through a window on the upper level. Keeping his steady pace, Theo approached the shop and found the door shut and locked, no one inside as it was clear the shop keep had left for lunch possibly.

A subtle wave of his hand over said lock soon had the latch click and the door open, Theo stepped inside .. breaking and entering for the greater good? Well, lets see what transpires when he finds this intruder. And he was sure the shop keep would not mind if he saved him from being robbed. Theo walked behind one of the rows of goods along a shelf and waited.

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[grammaticus]

Corran slowly slid the window down close behind him, trying to make as little sound as possible. He didn't think there was anyone left inside, but it would be bad if someone nearby was hearing sounds from a empty shop.

Corran did a quick inspection of the second floor of the shop. It was mostly where the shopkeeper lived, with a bed and bathroom situated on one side, and a kitchen where Corran had entered. Several valuables had been left laying around, and Corran was more than a little tempted to grab what he assumed were family heirlooms. However, while he was a thief, he wasn't a bad one. In a way.

He walked down the small flight of stairs in silence, coming into the shop proper from the back. He used a little technique he had developed early on to silence hos footsteps using a bit of force cushioning, lending his passage unheard. He moved to the front counter of the shop, popping open the lock. Inside, Corran found numerous credit chips and bars, and he almost immediately grabbed them all. He second thought it however, leaving the larger credits behind and only taking half the smaller ones. He didn't want to ruin the shopkeeper life, but he needed to survive himself.

He made his way along the side of the shop, grabbing a few food items here and there, as well as pocketing a few trinkets he thought he could turn around and sell later. However, as he was reaching for another pack of food, he sensed something behind him. He spun around facing the threat, drawing the small holdout pistol he had strapped to his side.

"Whoever you are, come out slowly and quietly. No one had to get hurt here."

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[Théodred Heavenshield]

The thief was good, that much was certain with his well practiced moves and plan. Everything taken into account, right down to the minute and even had the ability to move through the premises without a sound, everything good except for one thing. The ability to be detected through the force by another stronger force user.

Théo watched the young man as he picked carefully through the belongings of the shop owner never taking anything of personal value or too much which was rather interesting to Théo. This was no thief that decided that crime was his way of making credit or a living otherwise he would not be so discerning in choice. Down on his luck maybe and just wanting to get by in order to survive? If that was the case this was no criminal in the true sense of the word.

Théo was not really hiding himself, not with any intent to pounce the guy or else he would have done a better job himself but as he addressed him, Théo moved from his place and raised his hands palms facing the young lad to show he was unarmed. Well, at least the lad would think it. There are more weapons in the galaxy when one is a force user than holding a pistol or saber. "You are right, no one needs to be harmed. And I will not harm you if you put those things you took back".

"What's your name lad?", he asked keeping the conversation going and trying to find out what his boy really was doing and why. "I am not going to hurt you, but nor am I going to let you hurt me".

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[grammaticus]

Corran made sure to keep the pistol pointed directly between the man's eyes. He glanced around the rest of the shop, listening to his words as he checked to see if the stranger was alone. He had been sure the shopkeeper had lived alone.

"I can't put this stuff back. I need this stuff to survive. I'm not taking too much from this man, just enough to keep me moving and away from this place." As he spoke to the stranger, Corran spent a few seconds looking the man over. He didn't look like any normal civilian, but he didn't look like a officer of the law either. Probably just some do gooder trying to make the world a better place. For all the good that would do.

"My name is my Corran Cath. I will compromise with you. I'll leave now, and won't take anything else. In return, you don't try anything. It's a win win for you, you stopped a criminal, and got to live to be a hero." As he spoke, Corran slowly began to make his way towards the door at the front of the shop. At the same time, he figures this guy wouldn't just let things be done. Using as little of the force as he could, he began to focus it on the shelf the man was standing behind.

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[Théodred Heavenshield]

"Corran I can't let you walk out of here with those goods .. there is another way for you to make a living. Get a job", sometimes things can be as simple as that. Theo could sense the pull of the force from the young man and where he had focused it, "If you are thinking of pulling that shelving on my head I can't let you do that either beside you might find it very difficult to open the door", the young boy was not alone in using to force in this situation and Theo had secured the door through telekinesis.

His hand was never too far from his saber sitting on his hip and if the young lad was to fire that would soon be nullified. However, "Look I don't know you nor your life circumstances but you don't know mine either", there was no malice in the young man, he could sense that and there could be a chance for him if he was to listen. "I don't sense you are a bad person, in fact I think you are a man that takes pride in himself which is a good thing to have and given the opportunity .. I think you would change the direction of your life. If someone was to give you an offer".

Theo was placing the ball in his court for the outcome of this meeting. There was no need for the prisons to be filled with young boys who's own crime was a bad hand in life and not give a second chance. "But no one will give you a chance if you try and walk out of here. Because I will stop you. So why not put the stuff back and you and I can go and talk", Theo moved away from the wall and into the center of the room if things turned for the worse. It would be a leap of faith for the young lad to trust him but Theo was hoping there would be no fighting today.

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