Oddballs Meeting Oddballs [Venefica]

[Josh Dragovalor]

Tatooine. The blonde haired Jedi Master had not been on this planet in an incredibly long time. Not since he had come here to celebrate with Saoirse after her revelation that she was no longer a Sith. Of course, their celebration had been cut short when the Sith arrived for her. They had fended them off, he remembered. He had been merciful... Saoirse was not. She had cut off the hands of the both of them, as he recalled, despite his misgivings. Keeping them from wielding a blade again to harm them ever again. Still, she had at least let them live, at his request.

Unfortunately, this time, while in the same bar as they had this little celebration, Joshua was alone. Sitting in the table in the corner, hood up, his force presence concealed. It had been over a year since he had come here, he had not touched this place since she had... Well, needless to say, she wasn't of this world anymore.

But enough sob stories. DragonsFlame didn't need them. With Ession on the fritz, he had found himself wandering the galaxy once more. And what better way to ponder your future then to kick back in a place of old memories, with a drink? With the music, the dancing, and the life around him...

[member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She had never been to the desert planet Tatooine before now and from the view she was gathering from the side viewport of the small shuttle she was in, she assessed she wouldn't be staying here longer than required. Sand. Sand got into everything. Despite her misgivings about being here, the choice was not hers to make. A slight knocking sound in the shuttle was affecting the small craft's ability too make the jump to hyperspace, where she was to meet up and take command of her own personal Wyyrlok-Class Star Destroyer. Delays! ​

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The Sith Lord, followed by her astromech droid Little Fella, disembarked the damaged vessel in hopes of finding someone that could repair it. Unfortunately for her, outside of using the Force she had no talent for bartering and she highly doubted anyone would engage prices with her droid. She mentally frowned at the dent that was forthcoming in her credit account. The option to manipulate a perspective ship engineer was available to the Sith Lord, but she refused to abuse her powers in such a manner. ​

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"Well Little Fella...our best choice of finding who we need would be that cantina over there. Or at least find someone to pointe us in the right direction," she said looking at the sand crusted structure. Little Fella beeped once and whistled his agreement. She entered the establishment and was greeted harshly by the bartender when he told her droids were not allowed inside. Her black and red flecked eyes narrowed at the oversized gentleman behind the counter for a few fleeting seconds before telling her droid to wait outside.​

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"Where to start," she whispered to herself.​

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[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Hanging out outside of the cantina was an astromech droid, as well as a HK unit that didn't seem completely finished yet. An experiment to teach the builder how to make droids from scratch, perhaps? They didn't seem happy about being booted out of the cantina, but remained there to provide backup if necessary.

[member="Darth Venefica"] had forgotten to cloud her force presence, it seemed, and as she entered the cantina, the Jedi Master would raise an eyebrow as he would look up from his drink to watch the woman who the feeling was coming from saunter over to the bartender, who would boot out her droids. He could sense the dark side radiating from her... But did not act. He wasn't the type of Jedi to just jump up and kill any Sith, or dark side user for that matter, without reason. That was what made things different between he and the Republic's Jedi, he supposed.

Still, he watched closely... Carefully. Just in case. But kept his hood up. Being recognized was not his intention.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

"Corellian ale," she ordered then reached out and grabbed the man's left arm before he could turn away, "And not the water-downed stuff you sell to your other patrons."​

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While she waited for her order to be filled, she turned around placing her back against the filthy and sand flecked bar to scan the scene laid out before her. Several tables were occupied with various species engaged in conversations that teetered on illegal activity. But to her dismay, she had no way to communicate with them unless they spoke Galactic Standard, which most aliens knew but elected to play indifference to the language. If her droid was allowed inside, she could at least persuade them to speak to her through him. Then she frowned at that idea. They probably hated droids, hence the rule about them being allowed inside.​

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"Looking for a mechanic to repair our shuttle," she said to the bartender handing over an extra few credits, "Any suggestions?"​

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The overweight and poorly hygienic bartender scooped up the credits and walked away without bothering to reply to her questions. Once again she narrowed her eyes at him, thinking unpleasant thoughts. She picked up her glass and took a swig and frowned. She hated water-downed Corellian ale.​

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[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

This presence... He had felt it before. In a sea of darkness, one was faintly recognizable now that he could feel it in full bloom. And that presence was radiating from [member="Darth Venefica"]. He remembered now, where he recognized it from... The coronation. She had attended, but in what fashion, he was unsure. There were plenty of Sith attending, with their dark side auras flashing like fish sticks. And then there was the foolish Mandalorian that had shot at a mere child, a Padawan learner. As he did not wish to reveal his lightsaber, nor allow the child to bring out his own and give himself away, Josh had sacrificed himself to take the blaster shots for the child. Some may call it foolhardy, some may call it brave... Josh would call it what had to be done. And what he would have expected any other Jedi with a sense of morals to do in his place.

Curious, he would stop hiding his force presence... And allow it to shine like a beacon. All the way to the senses of [member="Darth Venefica"]. This generally wasn't wise for a Jedi to give himself away to a Sith... But he wasn't unarmed. If it came to a fight, he would fight.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Out of thin air she felt the sting of the Light Side coursing through the Force. Most Sith would have reacted by drawing their weapon and seeking out the source and killing it. But Darth Venefica was not most Sith. She knew unique situations called for cool heads. So she continued to take small sips from her mug allowing the Force to direct her to the source, which didn't take long. Sitting at a table was a blonde hair male, the source of the ping. He looked familiar to her but she could not place where she saw him before. Then it hit it. She recalled seeing the male at the Coronation event.​

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"Seems your wounds were only superficial," the Sith Lady commented when she reached his table.​

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She wondered why a Jedi Master would be on Tatooine of all places. Jedi, like the Sith, were not usually welcomed on the planet or in the cities. Of course, most could not tell the difference between the two Orders. She had been mistaken for a Jedi once on Nar Shadda and had to fight off bounty hunters who had been contracted by a Hutt to capture or kill Jedi on the Smuggler's Moon. Even no as she stood here she could feel the piercing eyes on her. Perhaps this Jedi could help with her little problem.​

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"May we sit," she inquired with a nod to the empty chair.​

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[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

It seemed that his revealing himself to her had caused her to come over, and he would smirk faintly over at her when she did, as well as when she would comment on his status after the coronation of the Duchess before. "My wounds were merely physical, madam" The blonde haired Jedi Master would finally speak, looking her dead in the eyes. "But what is mere wounds to the flesh compared to much more serious wounds to a child that may not just be of the flesh? When you put those things in comparison, small flesh wounds pale and become obsolete. A sacrifice needed to be made, and I welcomed myself to it in order to help another who may not be able to handle things as well as I could have" He would add, allowing his hood to fall and revealing himself to the Sith Lady.

He would smile then, when she asked to sit, and he would nod toward the seat nearby. Normally, most Jedi wouldn't be caught dead on this planet... But this planet had significant value to him. Sure, it had been very hard on him, but it had been his place of solace when he had become just an amnesiac civilian, working to keep himself afloat. He had made friends here. He had inherited a business here. Thus why none of the patrons had tried to shoot him yet. To them, he wasn't a Jedi. He was that podracing teenager from years ago, who retired to do something bigger. That wasn't true, of course. He had "retired" when he'd been kidnapped by the Republic and brought to the Jedi, where he would start from scratch in the order, up until he regained his memory. He still wondered why his records had been so hard to find when he had started over from nothing, but most of the Jedi that he knew from before the issue were dead by the time he returned. That likely played a factor, along with some tampering with records. His Master would have fixed it quickly, but he was dead and gone by the time the Padawan had returned.

Alas, this was quite interesting... This Sith Lord had been at the coronation. But what business did she have here?

[member="Darth Venefica"]