Public Of Bugs and Thugs (Character Intro)

[Chkhoz Pikeyy]

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by Stefan Morrell: Source​

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Dawn, at an Expansive Corellian Shipyard...​

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"My eyes deceive me! This is the one they left me at exactly--it must be!"

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"That paneling there... yes, it is the same as before!"​

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"This--This rock is the one I set aside, to know that this was the right hanger!"​

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The wad of sediment reflected in the many faces of the insectoid's dark compound eyes. He stood there near the center of the empty hanger bay, and analyzed the rock's surface area to great scrutiny.​

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"What's that freak doing over there? For feth's sake whats he doing in here?"

A human male watched the bug-like alien from a distance, his eyes fixed on the thin, green, creature.

"You're asking me? He was here when I got here, saw him putting his face up against a wall and knocking on it. Kind of a creep now that I think about it."

Another man watched closely from behind a counter.

"You don't think...him?"

There was a brief moment of silence while the two men watched the creature continue to bug out, for lack of better words.

"No... that can't be him... at least, I don't think it is... I mean, look, he's not even wearing pants man..."

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"You never know... maybe he doesn't need pants... he's just that dangerous."

He gave his colleague a playful shove towards the direction of their topic of discussion. The alien noticed the stirring, and stopped what he was doing. He turned his head in an ominous way, staring at the men for a few moments.

"...Now what you gone and done!"

The man's voice was stifled to whimper.

It was too late, his fate was sealed, the creature comes.

It was a Verpine; an insectoid race native to the Roche Asteroid System.

In full stride, it wasn't long until the Verpine was face to face with his target.

A cold sweat had already begun to form on the quarry's concerned brow.

"Hello. I am Chkhoz... Pikeyy. I'm looking for a fleet of Wookie Traders."​

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The men only heard a series of chirps and chitinous growls, clicks, and bellowing. They stood still, perplexed and speechless.

"Blast! What a fool I am-- URRGH!"​

Chkhoz stamped the dirt in frustration. The men remained still. Their hearts raced.

"...I...lost...? Lost...wook--"​

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"wook-ies..."​

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"Barn...Barn, go and get the droid... the new one we fixed up."

The two stood silently as the third frantically searched an enclosed area of the hanger. A grey protocol droid stepped out with the man. The two became four, and the droid began to speak.

"What business do you have here?"

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"I traveled here with Wookies. Wookie Traders... but now they're nowhere to be found. I am sure that this is the hanger we arrived in."​

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The protocol droid promptly translated the Verpine language into Basic that the two humans could more clearly understand.

"I see... Chor, I don't think this is the guy... Well, Bug...man... We just got here, so uhh, let us check some logs and maybe we can help you out. Tell him that exactly, Ok? Then, Come with me droid..."

The droid did so, and followed Barn back to the enclosed area. Chor stood with him for a moment.

"I uhh, should go watch the entrance... we're expecting visitors and well, you know--"

Chor retreated to the front entrance of the bay, leaving Chkhoz all by his lonesome.

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[Tala Bramsin]

Tala ran a hand through his hair as he paced around shipyard corridor. The rifle was slung over one shoulder and the pistol in the bandolier, but that didn't mean a whole lot. He was supposed to have picked up the ship and its first cargo by now. Ohm-Lai and the others were relying on these supplies to get their organization up and running. Not that there weren't other options of getting the supplies, but the Jedi had wanted these supplies legally and honestly.

It cost extra for the paperwork and licensing, but that had been worth it. Unfortunately, it meant their budget had been less than they hoped, and needed to rely on a sketchy hauler to bring them here to Corellia. Tala would have picked up the rest from there in his own ship and done it the rest of the way.

But where was it? His hand fiddled at the butt of the pistol, but didn't move yet. There might have been some sort of logistics delay. Or perhaps they had been stopped for a random customs check. Many reasons why they were late and hadn't yet had the chance to arrive. The most likely one, anyway, was that they had taken the cargo and bugged out with the first half of the payment and the cargo.

It would take them ages to make up the lost credits if that were the case. Take up jobs they weren't so sure about and keep asking for donations. It would hurt. Unless he could ensure the gear was delivered.

His booted feet echoed off the durasteel floor and something caught his eye. Was that a Verpine? He did a double take and then nodded. So it was. Not many of them left their hives after all. But still, they were good when it came to machines and equipment.

 

[Chkhoz Pikeyy]

Chkhoz remained alone for a little while, standing there in the open hanger.

The early morning mist had begun to fade, the grey-blue skies cleared, and the sun was setting up a warm, orange, light over the Corellian horizon. What resulted, was a beautiful, ever-changing, two-toned atmosphere: It was going to be a pretty day.

"Uh huh... uh huh... ok... and here-"

In that enclosed area, a small walled in shack near the entrance of the hanger bay, Barn checked through the logs on a seemingly archaic computer while the droid began to tidy up the room.

"What is this- What??"

The time where the Wookie Traders would have been was empty in the logs. Everything before it was fine, all arrivals and departures were made in a timely manner but the space where the Wookies would have been was empty. It was like they were never there at all. Still, just by looking at the system, and going by his gut, Barn felt that the Wookie Traders likely did come earlier; in the dark hours of the morning.

With that, he went back and checked the logs from days, even weeks prior, just to see if there was a comprehensive pattern.

"Here...here... and- Nothing... There hasn't been anyone in or out of here since the time those Wookies would have come."

He looked around nervously, biting his nails before returning to his work.

"This isn't good. It's gotta be that guy... and-and- Feth, what have we gotten ourselves into?! Chor!...Chor! Come here, will ya?!"

The Corellian called out to his friend and colleague who had been moseying around the gates all this time. He promptly showed him the odd inconsistency in the logs, sharing in his fears that they may have been tampered with by their mutual fiend somehow.


Meanwhile, Chkhoz had begun to think a little, or more so; he began to worry. All of his possessions, except of a portion of his credits, were on the line here. Many custom blueprints and recipes, even his whole dietary lifeline resided on the wayward ship. Something may have gone terribly wrong, his only friends obliterated by some conspiracy that they had nothing to do with. They deserved better than that, and without them and their ships, he would be trapped on this planet.

Suddenly, and briskly, a large, foreign, freighter loomed above and around the hanger bay. It's intention was to land. It blocked the sun and shrouded the area below with its massive shape.

[member="Tala Bramsin"]

 

[Dracken Pryce]

The heels of Dracken's boots clicked and clacked on the durasteel floor of the expansive hangar bay as he walked through it alongside the Incom rep. It wasn't often he got called to do these sorts of things...Inspections and proto-typing usually were the job of the Fleet Admiral. Drack was far more busy moving fleets around and reorganizing as the Corellian navy saw a surge of vessels join their fleet. Right now they were a mishmash, mostly of Corellian and Humbarine/Kuat ships as the Confederation shifted towards the Federation. A new standardization was coming, and this was only the beginning. Incom had been commissioned to create their new starfighter and bomber and the first prototypes were ready.

Personally, he thought the X-wings they used were fine, even if they were nearly a decade old. They ran well and were easy to repair if you had the parts. Which was where the brass thought the problems came in. The model of X-wing they used was a colaborative project between Incom and Alderaan Engineering. After the Core Imperial Confederation took over that sector parts became increasingly difficult to come by. That coupled with the fighter's age and well, here he was, getting his head chatted off by a talkative Ishi Tib.

"You see, the Pegasus has an increased thrust to mass ratio and with the new engine design and placement of the heavy laser cannons we were able to remove the S-foils which Corellia has told me were getting increasingly difficult to maintain due to the CIC's presence in the Alderaan System..." He had to admit, the fighters looked nice. Both of them. He wasn't sure about the tandem design on the bomber though. He much preferred the K-wing's dual Astromech to risking two pilots every time they performed a bombing run, but he nodded and took a note on his data pad.

 

[Chkhoz Pikeyy]

From the sky, it's loudspeakers erupted into song, blaring loud music that cleared the already dissipating fog away in the matter of moments. The freighter slowly landed onto the soil, its odd structure croaking as it all settled into place. It truly was massive, almost like an astronomical object; like a space station, or a mobile city. Most of its geometry consisted of a mess of rectangular prisms spanning from all shapes and sizes. It was hard to make out what color it was exactly, but it was definitely somewhere along the lines of grey and red, with white accents that gave off an odd aura.

It was loud. It was bold. It was wonderful.

Chkhoz minded the landing gear as the hulking freighter made its graceful, dramatic, landing. It's touchdown was so soft that it couldn't even be felt. The music faded as the star structure opened up to reveal its delightful denizens.

Two figures leaped out of an entrance hatch and marched towards Chkhoz before it had even opened all the way.

The first looked very imposing, a warrior of some kind wearing armor that looked strikingly reminiscent of a Mandalorian's.

The second, human, looked very professional, something like an admiral, or a commander/general type. He strut with his nose up, his chest out puffed out and his arms crossed behind his back.

They stopped right before Chkhoz, who had still been standing there awestruck. It was like a case of Hyperspace Madness.

"And what are you supposed to be?"

He spouted snobbishly.

"I've seen coat racks more animated than you-- Hmph!"

He shoved the insectoid out of the way with one arm, his friend just brutishly walking through him as they made their way to Chor and Barn who were equally astounded by whatever was happening in their hanger.

"That! On the left! That's-- that's him! He's here?!"

Barn choked on his words as the men streamlined to his position.

"Greetings. We've arrived on time. This bay is ours for the next several hours right? No problems-No issues? No not with us, we've already dealt with every problem there just simply are no more. Papers please?"

The poor man trembled and shook as he just barely managed to extend a datapad out to the professional.
The snobby man reluctantly snatched the datapad out of his hand, and then took out a marker and signed an autograph on it like a holostar.

"I guess I'll make that out to... Chor right? Or Barney? I get it... its for a friend."

He gave the man, who was practically frozen at this point, a playful wink. He then kissed the screen and slapped it back into Chor's arms.

"Okay. Time to get serious. I've got something for you and you've got something for me right? So uhh? Where is it? The droid?! WHERE IS THE DROID!!?"

The protocol droid from earlier wobbled out from the enclosed area. Barn watched in horror as the machine shuffled out towards the figures in its pokey fashion.

"I'm right here sirs! I will be there momentarily!"

The admiral man leered at his droid in utter disgust. His scowl, at this moment, could have made a lesser man weep at the sight of it.

"This is taking too long. Mr. Wazzing, did we not make it clear to you that we are a very busy people? We do not tolerate such--such indolence!"

He whacked the warrior's chest plate with the back of his hand as a way to garner his attention. He, in turn, pulled out an excessively imposing blaster rifle from his back and prepared to fire at Chor.

"If that...thing isn't here in our presence in 5 seconds my friend here will take your life. You will be a pile of ash, and then we pay for your funeral, obituary, etcetera etcetera and just leave all that paperwork atop the smoking heap.."

Mortified, Chor pathetically raised his arms over his head, dropping the datapad in the rigid motion. The droid continued to waddle towards the commotion at record speeds.

"5...
4321 FIRE!"

Pblllt.

A single, large sum, credit chip bounced off the man's head harmlessly. The pair erupted into laughter, hitting each other, and began to undress revealing a second layer of clothes under their apparent costumes.

The first man, 'the warrior' wore a more simplified armor; something more befitting of an actual bounty hunter.
The second, wore a stylish captain's uniform, donning a lavishly tacky fur cape.

It was finally starting to become clear what was actually occurring, as ridiculous as it was.

When the two finally began to settle down for a moment, they looked up to see Chor's face, and began laughing even harder. It was so funny, that it brought the duo to tears.

"You! Ahaheh-hAAaah!! You would not BELIEVE how much it cost to pull that off! I mean with all the--EhahaHAaa--!"

"Not to mention--ehHehheh! All the trouble were in for? Seriously! People could have-eheh--could have died! HAhhahaha"

"It's all well worth it friend. We're doing everyone a service here after all."

It was now that the droid finally arrived at the spectacle. The captain threw it over his shoulder, with little effort, and began to carry it back to the ship with his bounty hunter friend following behind. Together, they sent the droid up and raced each other, in a full sprint like they're children, back to Chor. Barns met up with his shocked friend to try and console him after whatever just happened. Reaching over, and he grabbed the credit chip that was shot at his friend's forehead.

"Chor... this is... 750-"

"Ah ah ah- not so loud friend~ Now I suggest you beat it back to your little station, right? And get back to work? The mess with the logs shouldn't be too hard to deal with. Like I said; every problem's already been dealt with."

"Who... Who are you??... How are you?"

"Let's just say that much in our...organization... heh heh... draws a lot from the Unknown...And we do love secrets!"

 

[Ravenous]

Ravenous paced intently through the endless hallways of the Corellian shipyard his heels loudly clicking against the durasteel floors. He was backed by a detachment of P1-Battle Droids all of them carrying crates of raw materials albeit for the occasional cart of large shipping containers. Ravenous and his forces had arranged a deal with some private contractors weeks prior, a deal that would secure the Emergence Empire materials for their machinations of war and in return secure these contractors a hefty profit for their cooperation.

The droids shoved oncomers out of their way as they pressed towards their corvette their logic circuits indicating the day was won. Ravenous smiled behind the mask feeling satisfied with his new acquired metals, Turns out a Lightsaber is a viable method of "coaxing" people into agreeing to your terms. His detachment pressed forward until they passed by a hangar its current drydocked vessel warranting the attention of Ravenous.

At first glance it appeared to be another generic large vessel for people who claimed to have power when in reality it was only a facade for a greater scheme, but upon closer inspection the whole situation looked odd. Two men seemingly in armor were laughing at some poor schmuck while some bug eyed insect rummaged through some terminal in the background.

A strange spectacle to be sure.

One of the droids still holding its crate approached the Superiex its sensors taking note of the dark lords halt.

"Superiex, Are we about to receive new orders?"

Ravenous kept his gaze fixated on the bug his frantic movements off putting the man. He spoke his voice clear and echoing through the large hangar.

"No. Get the materials to the Corvette. If I am not back by the time you get there launch my starfighter from the hangar and leave it on standby, then return to Skism."

The droid spun on its heel and rejoined the formation as it began marching towards the ship once more. Ravenous began to walk towards the insect his cloak billowing behind him. His presence was draining to even the most powerful individuals though that was mostly Nihilus rather than Ravenous.

[member="Chkhoz Pikeyy"] | [member="Dracken Pryce"] | [member="Tala Bramsin"]​

 

[Xzaien]

Onboard of the Catharian Flagship 'Cathay Rahtai'...​

Xzaien stood idly inside of the bridge as she peered deep into the deep spiraling mass of hyperspace. Of course, everyone knew that staring into hyperspace for prolonged periods of time could result in Hyperspace Insanity or other worse ailments. Nevertheless, Xzaien peered into that great spiraling cloud of blue energy. She had just awoken from almost ten millennia's worth of consuming essence, alongside of short bouts of hibernation and appeared to be in near perfect condition. Despite that, the first venturing into explored space since Revan's Fall had the Cathar somewhat elated. She knew in her heart of what date it was, millennia of perfecting Force Storms, Millennia of perfecting Sith Alchemy. Was it worth it? All of this time to become one of the most destructive and feared force users of her time? Only to return after ten millennia?

Xzaien and her Space Marines had one mission in mind. To contact Chkhoz Pikeyy and to offer up a job as swell as tell the Galaxy that the Catharian Hegemony, thought to be destroyed long ago. Has finally returned. Of course, Xzaien knew that there was a Force Sensitive at Chkhoz's Location, a powerful Dark-Sider and a Unaligned Force Sensitive. Interesting. Perhaps they could feel Xzaien's Presence too? After a short while the 'Cathay Rahtai' suddenly popped out of hyperspace directly adjacent to a Corellian Shipyard. Likely this is where this elusive Insectoid was...

If anyone on the Shipyard managed to look outside of their windows. The visual would be quite astonishing. Three ships, one large and two relatively small vessels. The one leading them, presumably the 'Cathay Rahtai' was clearly a Ancient Republican Interdictor Cruiser, equipped with gravity well generators, the two other ships were much smaller in comparison to this ship-of-the-line. Two ancient Republican Foray Class Blockade Runners, renowned in their time for being one of the most sophisticated and fast moving anti-fighter vessels used by the Republic.

On the Interdictor Cruiser, a large Red Seal could be seen. Revan's Sith Empire's Rakatan Emblem, wheras on the smaller vessels the Old Republic Coat of Arms could be seen emblazoned in yellow on their hulls, alongside of a nice red paint-job which seemed to cover up the older Republic, Gray and Maroon colors. The Interdictor Battlecruiser was painted a bright red color, likely a command ship?

Soon the Interdictor and its escorts slowly closed into one of the larger docking ports and promptly locked their airlocks to them...

Onboard of the Corellian Station​

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Catharian Space Marine​

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Xzaien exited onto the main rotunda where all of the larger ships would embark and disembark. Clearly this station was extremely advanced compared to what Xzaien had seen in the Old Republic and as such, she took a few moments to take everything in. With a deep inhale and a subtle nod, a small four-man contingent of Catharian Space Marines closed up around Xzaien, acting both as Humanoid Shields as well as a physical barrier to keep Xzaien from being touched. Clearly, someone as powerful as Xzaien would simply wipe the floor with someone threatening her, but it would seem a four man squad of Genetically Modified Super-Humans also made for a convincing deterrent.

Xzaien stepped ahead of her contingent, at least now everyone could see what the small Cathar looked like.

Xzaien was dressed from neck down in extremely archaic types of Dark-Sider robes. Blood Red, with Dark Red Accenting. The fabric itself appeared to be one single piece and seemed to envelop the Cathar in a sort of toga-like sheet look, with what looked to be Ancient Sith prayers and blessings sewn upon it in silk. Over her upper-chest and shoulders appeared to be a rather large outward-jutting triangular shoulder guard, alongside a single piece of articulated metal as a upper-chest guard. On her hands were black finger-less gloves, and finally on her belt sat a small intricately designed curved-hilt light-saber. There was likely some sort of armor worn underneath all of this kit to protect the outwardly unarmored areas.

Now for the Cathar herself. Only her head was exposed. She was of course apart of the Cathar Species, but had many deviations from the baseline and rather rare Cathar located in the Modern Day. Her face was far more angular and less feral, animalistic and feline, and contained black and dark gray accenting on her jaws, nose, and forehead. The washed and neatly oriented face fur was shorter, and white in coloration. A deep contrast to her blood red robes. Her long nearly white, blond hair was tucked up neatly into a tight bun, typical for most Cathar women. What stuck out was her eyes. A deep blood red, characteristic of Dark-Side corruption.

Well, the supersoldiers nearby Xzaien were also dressed just as strangly. Blood Red heavy metal armor, with at least two of them carrying large rotary cannons. They stood at least a head and shoulders taller than anyone within sight, but for Xzaien, almost a full chest taller. On their shoulders were large black and blue markings, likely some sort of regimental insignia or rank emblems. On their chest guards, were the words. Written in Aurebesh: "Sons of Xzeench". Whatever that means.

Now, this odd display of a short Cathar bringing in seven foot tall super-soldiers did infact draw some odd looks from the passersby who have likely not seen anyone of her caliber in their lives. But, the ones who did see similar characters believed her to be a Sith and as such drew away their gazes or nodded respectfully before carrying on in what they were doing. As Xzaien walked forward, an expression of contentment was drawn on her face. She caught sight of two men laughing at some poor bloke, and just behind them. A clear green carapaced insectoid rummaging through some terminal of sorts. This was her man clearly, she walked forward. Only with a move of her finger did her Bodyguards trail slightly behind her as she made her way toward this Insectoid rummaging through the terminal. Then she turned her head, slightly. Catching a good long glimpse of a man dressed in black robes with a single bone mask watching the group infront of her bicker. She knew this was the Powerful Darksider she sensed before... She turned back as she walked toward the Insectoid waiting for his reaction once he caught sight of her and her 'friends'.

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[member="Ravenous"] : [member="Chkhoz Pikeyy"] : @Dracken Pierce​

 

[Chkhoz Pikeyy]

Meanwhile, something with a faint sparkle had caught the eyes of Chkhoz. Sunlight had just barely crept over and around the mysterious freighter, and highlighted a pile of junk alongside a wall. From his spot, he was able to see a radiant shine reflecting off something small within the junk. He knew his situation was dire, his friends missing and all, but the idea of a discarded treasure was too great for him, how could he not to investigate?

As he strut towards the pile, he began to hope for the best.

The Wookies must have run into trouble of some kind, but they couldn't have been killed...not the way they wielded their bowcasters... They must have purposefully left without me...But why? I know I'm not needed all the time, but they would have made some sort of indication that they no longer wanted me aboard...

Arriving at the pile, Pikeyy began to rummage and search through broken terminals and metal waste. The Verpine checked for anything that looked salvageable or valuable. He collected a few loose bolts and placed them in his empty blaster pouch, his only on-hands container. He was used to digging through piles like this one, with his experience in doing so, he was able to tell metals apart just by examining them with his compound eyes. Crafting with the collected scraps, however, was a bit trickier. Even so, he had a good hold on what metals were best used for what in the composition of each build.

It was then that a sudden foreboding feeling came upon Chkhoz, he got up from his searching and turned to face a dark-clothed woman and her accompanying posse of veritable giants. He was intimidated, but none the less, felt as if he had nothing to fear. Why would anyone be interested in little old him? He was just playing in the trash.

"Hello. Do you know what this is all about? Where are my Wookie Friends, and who are these strange men who were laughing over there?"

Once again, he had forgotten that nearly every person he will encounter will understand nothing of the Verpine language; all that could be heard was a series of clicks, clacks, and chitinous growls.

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Back at the original commotion, Chor and Barn returned to their posts in the station, while the two strangers conversed in the open.

"Are you seeing that Boss? We have visitors." The bounty hunter pointed a finger nonchalantly at the two parties that approached the insectoid ominously.

"Not a problem... I say, the more the merrier. Maybe we should introduce ourselves a little more formally to these... uninvited guests...release the hounds."

The massive ship's entrance hatch opened again, this time, a horde of people ranging from all sorts of shapes, sizes, colors, and species began to spill out into the fold. In the matter of moments, the whole area around the ship was densely populated with happy, ecstatic, people. They started to trade among each other wildly.

Like the ship they hailed from, they were loud. They quickly set up shop, literally. Booths and stands were being assembled right before their very eyes, and what was once an empty hanger bay, became something of a center of commerce.

What was happening all around them was distracting, but Chkhoz remained in the presence of [member="Xzaien"] and her guards, waiting to see her response, if she had one. He did step away from both the junk pile and the frightening guards a little but gave them his attention nonetheless.

The 'Captain' and his 'Bounty Hunter' circled around the crowd and made their way to the powerful individuals confronting the creature in the background of their party traders.




[member="Ravenous"] | [member="Xzaien"] | [member="Dracken Pryce"] | [member="Tala Bramsin"]

 

[Ravenous]

Ravenous continued his advance towards the insect his pace only being halted by the booming sound of metal on metal coming from behind himself. Before the dark Jedi could even shift his focus an eerie demonic feeling washed over him, similar in nature and embodiment to the rituals performed on the Sith homeworld of Korriban. Spending so much time in those tombs...Meditating...Tasting their hunger for power, It could only be described as ethereal in both composition and experience.

Ravenous having his attention warranted by these unforeseen individuals Ravenous began to take note of their appearance. A Cathar woman dressed in crimson robes with ancient Sith prayers embedded in them. Nihilus flared up inside Ravenous his intrigue sparked as to what these prayers were. The late Sith lord began to recite the arcane tongue before falling silent mid-chant. Ravenous inquired as to what stopped him only to receive no answer. This figure was unsettling and not just because of the seven foot tall monstrosities the followed behind her.

Speaking of...Ravenous began to sense another tremor in the Force but it wasn't [member="Xzaien"] and it wasn't Nihilus, it had to be [member="Chkhoz Pikeyy"] it was the only logical conclusion, then again with the state the galaxy was in Ravenous' Force powers were beginning to diminish. What unruly philamprathy.

Just then the doors to the large cargo ship opened their deafening croaks and creaks suggesting they had been worn down over the years. The hangar was flooded to the brim as people rushed out of the ship with supplies and crates like a mass prison break was occuring, Actually for all Ravenous knew that was exactly what was going on.

Shops, Stands, Marketers and their elk cropped up in the expansive space the roar of their false pretenses and attempts at swindeling attracting a larger crowd of consumers. A pungent smell of oil and liquor filled the now limited air space, much to the displeasure of the dark Jedi. It was of no concern after all the smell of ash and cinder never bothered him so why should this?

Ravenous adjusted his mask and pulled his hood tightly over his head, He began to approach [member="Xzaien"] his right hand nervously on the hilt of his Crossguard.

"And who might you be?"

[member="Dracken Pryce"] | [member="Tala Bramsin"]​

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[Xzaien]

: : Xzaien : :

Xzaien had approached toward Verpine, hands draped at her sides and clearly in a nonthreatening pose. If the Verpine could read her actions he could likely deduce that she was of no threat at all. Likely one that had sensed a particular presence. Xzaien only stood in-front of the slightly crouching Verpine. Holding no fear of any retaliatory response he may produce as a form of defense. She appeared friendly enough, if only a bit unsettling judging by the Dark-Creeping feeling produced by her mere presence. She stepped forward, a friendly smile emblazoned on her white face. She nodded at the Verpine before finally speaking.

"I have heard so much about you, even though I haven't gotten a name yet. But, allow me to introduce myself. I am Xzaien, Autocrat of the Catharian Hegemony. I ask that you do not be alarmed. My followers are here to protect you as your yet-unknown power may attract less scrupulous individuals in her-"

Xzaien only got the first portion of her introduction in before the hangar doors suddenly ringed open. Filling the room with hundreds of thousands of shoppers, merchants, and spice dealers. As a response she only turned her head slightly toward one of her Space Marines. Clearly, this Space Marine was their Chapter Master, or Squad Leader judging by the large amounts of black matte paint over his armor unlike the rest of the three. She said something to him in some sort of musical like-wordings. Unknown judging by how the Verpine's translator was unable to pick up which dialect it was from. Soon, the Space Marines surrounding both she and the Verpine surrounded them in a semi-circular fashion.

In a quick display of their seriousness, a few of the shoppers encroached a bit *too* closely toward the exchange and were promptly shoved aside or even a few feet by the Rotary Cannons the Marines carried. A few of the shoved shoppers and merchants shouted their disgust of the current situation. A few insults in Dosh maybe in the high-trade language. But that was all. This little display clearly showed that no one was to encroach unless explicitly given clearance by Xzaien herself.

Xzaien finally turned after shaking her head at a unseen figure before continuing her conversation with the Verpine again.
"Pardon, These individuals do not honor common courtesy. I hope you understand. Carrying on. Yes, I have heard many things about you, and the power you hide. Do you know what I am talking about? You have seen it, haven't you. Our meeting in your dreams at night. The urge to find out who would be meeting you. You know it. Besides that little tangent of mine, I would like to speak with you about employment and... well. Converse with someone from the Greater Galaxy. You see, I have been... "away" from Galactic Affairs for a great many years and I would like to know what the current state of affairs are. If you do not mind. Perhaps there is a place to eat?"

Xzaien didn't exactly speak with any sort of recognizable accent. But if Pikeyy heard a Coruscanti Accent before, then maybe he would deduce that Xzaien spoke a far older and, aristocratic form of Galactic Basic. She sounded honest enough judging by her tone. But, that was interrupted by Xzaien turning around in a almost "forseen" manner toward a figure in black robes and a white bone mask with red accenting. Xzaien smiled and spoke to this new figure.

"Oh yes, The Lord of Hunger. I knew I sensed your presence within that mask. And you who wear it, feeding off its power. I know that you may be suspicious of my... coming by here. But, I seek not combat nor quarrel. But, perhaps the making of good friends, and perhaps... Allies. I am Xzaien, Autocrat of the Catharian Hegemony. I know the mask you wear, for he also trained at the Academy so many years ago. I sense that you are also a Dark-Sider such as I, and I respect a fellow practitioner of the Dark-Arts as well as the Light. Perhaps, I could invite you to converse in the Eatery I suggested a few minutes prior to this dear friend here?"

[member="Ravenous"] : [member="Chkhoz Pikeyy"] : [member="Dracken Pryce"]​

 

[Chkhoz Pikeyy]

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OOC: Sorry for being a bit late, but its worth informing that Chkhoz does not have any type of on-person translating device at this point in time, and the only droid in the area that could serve as an interpreter was just hauled away by the two leaders of the wild merchants. Sorry to be a pain about it, but that's still a good idea; I think it would be feasible that [member="Xzaien"] would have brought an interpreting device of her own to the encounter so she would be able to talk with Chkhoz since she's 'heard so much about him.'

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The insect-like man was surprised to hear such a thoughtful proposition, and one so adequately recited at that. This was the first he had ever heard of someone seeking his power. There have been many times throughout his travels that rude spacers or would-be mercenaries bothered him to hand-craft Verpine shatter guns for them, but the way the strange woman spoke to him just made him feel like they had the wrong guy. He had heard little about 'the Force' and just simply never imagined himself being a person who could one day wield the cosmic power.

Her voice was soothing to him, which was rare; most things weren't at all soothing to him, especially voices. The visions she spoke of must have yielded variable success, if she had anything to do with them, as Chkhoz only slightly recognized her presence as something he might have seen in his dreams once or twice. Still she had his attention. He gazed at her as she spoke in her unique way, soaking in the posh and refined atmosphere her words created. Chkhoz would later describe the woman as 'cute for a humanoid, in an ominously alluring way.'

Then she started talking about galactic affairs and employment; discussions with those from 'Greater Galaxies'. It was all lost on the young insectoid, no matter how clearly she said it. Her and her autocracy most definitely had the wrong creature. He tried to match her air in his own speaking of Verpine language.

"You are most kind, but... I am sure that I am not the person you are looking for. I cannot even speak Basic yet, and am nothing of a bureaucrat. I have no weapons, no home of my own... I'm unsure if all I've chosen in my life was mistakes or if I am truly on the right track all along."

He thought of his missing friends and his few possessions aboard the ship. Was their disappearance all a part of some plan to get this powerful leader to offer him some sort of job? Was this what he wanted, when he felt a need for a higher cause? He ran his hands from the front of his head to the back. Maybe...maybe that was what this is. He still wanted answers though, and intended to get some before coming to a decision of any kind. His tone altered to a bit of a faster, less articulate, and aggressive tone.

"I would like to know where the Wookie Traders are. I have been planet-hopping with them for years, and I want to know where they are in this very moment. Did you have something to do with all of this... this.... traveling bazaar around us?" They are where my friends should be."

Before he could address the rest of the situation with the Cathar woman, the two 'ringleaders' arrived just outside of the guards's circle. They were't quite in shoving range, but they remained to be uninitiated by the hulking guards and their the rotary cannons capable of making mince meat of them in a matter of moments; not in in the slightest.

"What's the matter? A bug can't make mud pies without some robed up outcasts giving him a hard time anymore? Just what has this galaxy come to?"

He said, shaking his head, fists on his hips, and looking downward. He says this, as the rabid trade still raged on just a few paces behind him.

"I thought you said you were gonna be formal, boss?"

The Captain took out a cigarette and ignited it as he assumed a very relaxed, yet masculine stance. In a few seconds, he sucked a portion of it down in an impressive, arrogant way. He flicked it to the floor, and smeared it out with his shoe as the smoke dissipated into the atmosphere. Any semblance of his 'actor' tone had since melted, as he just seemed annoyed and not enthused by the existence of the people around him.

"You... my fine cultists...and bug. Have been graced with the presence of the Legendary captain 'Kodarian Moros Ottowin', and...uhh, his uhh... Caravan of... blast what was it again Vasp?

"-Kindred Fortune-"

"-Kindred Fortune, yes. Can't forget them. Kodarian Moros Ottwin, and his Caravan of Fortunate Kin. You know, we weren't expecting this uhh... mantis? Like, what do you even call that thing? I mean, he looks like Amber Jevanche after her third conviction for felony spice charges you know what I'm, HaHeh-you know what I'm sayin?? Anyway we didn't take his absolutely magnetic force charms, or whatever, to draw in some... darkly clad pajama party and their black and red brass... into considerati--These things are huge, like why would you need something that big? For anything?...kinda reminds me of myself actually. Heh heh, get it Vasp? Get it Vasp? Did you get it!? Did you get it Vasp??"

He playfully poked and pushed his friend around in a way that was obnoxious just to look at.

"Yes captain, your ego is...insurmountable."

"Uh huh, and my goal's to see numbers so big that you can't even say them."

"Oh and this is Vasp. Thats his bounty hunter name. Say 'hi' Vasp!"

The man waved his arm once, leaning forward on one leg slightly.

There was a moment of silence, all of the souls, except for the traders, just watching blankly at those utterly pervasive entities of idiocy.

"So...if people like you are here, with people like him...I guess he's a little more interesting than a coat rack, respectively. So? Out with it? What's this little guy capable of anyway? I'm sure whatever they offer you, bud, I could triple it."

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| [member="Xzaien"] | [member="Ravenous"] |​

 

[Ravenous]

​Lord of hunger...Ravenous knew Nihilus could be sensed within him but for his power to completely dilute his own was infallible, Perhaps he had taken in more of Nihilus than he should have, Perhaps his influence had reached a breaking point and rendered anything weaker as sagnant. Ravenous with each fleeting moment under Nihilus descended deeper into the endless void that was Nihilus, it produced a lack of emotion within Ravenous, it produced something other than human. Whether this new entity was above or sub to humanity was yet to be seen.

Pondering his new findings about himself would have to wait as the woman who introduced herself as a bureaucrat of sorts propositioned the dark Jedi to accompany herself and the Bug to an eatery. Well...It was early morning and Ravenous had yet to have breakfast yet. Then again Ravenous knew virtually nothing about this woman other than her intentions. Ravenous paused for a second a discrepancy reaching his attention. If she truly was a bureaucrat then how is she completely inept in galactic affairs? The chance to inquire about such things may arise later in the future.

Ravenous eased his hand away from his weapon at the assurance of [member="Xzaien"] seeming docile in nature, though this wasn't cause for him to drop his guard.

"Okay, I will join you at this eatery you speak of. But may I inquire, how do you recognize the signature of Nihilus? I know he is an ancient power but that was millenia ago and only I and those affiliated with me know the location of the mask so I know that is not a possibility for contact. You said you had been away from some time...Did you mean you were from the dark ages?" Surely that is impossible correct?"

Ravenous eagerly awaited the woman's answer after all the chance to learn more about the nature of existence itself intrigued him to say the least.

"What's the matter? A bug can't make mud pies without some robed up outcasts giving him a hard time anymore? Just what has this galaxy come to?"

Ravenous shifted his attention towards the two men approaching the group their yelling forcing them to the center of speculation.

They were incredibly annoying. They went on and on about how himself and [member="Xzaien"] were unexpected variables and thus some sort of competition, Laughable. In fact he probably would have laughed at them if he wasn't frustrated about being interrupted.

He spun around and slowly paced towards the two bounty hunters, He stopped right before there chests were touching and extended a palm charging the obnoxious one with his rage and power. The man would be flung back towards a stand only freezing just before slamming into it.

"These garments are the culmination of years of sith alchemy and pain, The cortosis weave makes them energy resistant and the mask drains the life force from all who come into contact with it. They are NOT pajamas! And dont assume Im a cultist, I'll have you know I am nothing if not a heretic."

Ravenous dropped the man awaiting his initial response.

[member="Chkhoz Pikeyy"]| [member="Dracken Pryce"] | [member="Tala Bramsin"]​

 

[Xzaien]

Xzaien was of no rush, clearly. She had time to continue to speak through to her Verpine friend through a Protocol Droid who had just walked up a few minutes prior. She lowered her arms, smiling as she listened to the Verpine speak, she used this time to think about what to say next to him. Once he had finished, Xzaien finally drummed up a response eloquently stated.

"Oh, I am sure that I am looking for the right person. I am no need of more pointless politicians nor any sort of bodyguard. But, I have heard great things that have come for your people, your technological savvy is unheard-of throughout the Unknown Regions. I can provide you with all you need, A home, a new life, a place to stay, friends and allies. My people and I understand the value of cooperation and I know, that your friends mean dearly to you. And as such, I will help you in your mission to find your friends. I do know where the Wookie Traders are, likely not on this deck as they are considered Second Class Citizens such as you or I. Remember, I can only show you the door to your friends. But you, have to open it. Remember by friend that the power within will allow you to see more than the average citizen. I will help you in your endeavors."


Xzaien turned her head slightly as she was interrupted /yet again/. Not by a Dark-Jedi but a small gathering of foolhardy morons who have likely never seen a Dark-Sider before. She twisted around toward them. She moved her cloak aside, revealing her arms. Small and relatively skinny, easily far less physically imposing than anyone standing before her yet even those who watched from the crowd and had seen the likes of the Dark-Side knew that this small stature and frame was of no importance. She faced the Dark-Jedi standing before her as she watched as the two idiots marched closer and closer. She spoke.

"That is a question, a quite... important one. I presume my friend that you do not know the History of the Sith, and their dealings on Malachor. The secret to long life is one not known by many, yet those who have gleaned it from the Old Masters have mostly withdrawn themselves from the Galaxy as a whole. Such as I. I knew Nihlius, not by face-to-face presence mind you. But when I felt the billions on Katarr die, and be absorbed by the Lord of Hunger. It was... intoxicating. It wasn't a millennia ago I am afraid. But almost ten millennia ago before the start of the Galactic Cold War between the Old Republic and Sith Empire. Yes, I had been away for a very-very-long time. But, it was fruitful as the time in isolation had given me time to learn the... "more destructive" techniques of the Dark-Side. But- The time to discuss this, has been short-lived, as I believe we have company of two foolhardy imbeciles to squash."

She watched as the Dark Jedi suddenly cut off the more obnoxious one with a slight movement of his hand, sending about... thirty meters and at least through five people and straight into a Trandoshan Curry Bar, knocking it and its contents off and onto the ground with a mighty crash which was drowned out by the hustle and bustle of trader life around them. The last man who presumably had a large "significant emotional event" in his trousers seemed to freeze at the sudden display of violence. Of course Xzaien would have never attempted to simply force push the man into next week, but to literally rend his mind from his body. Nevertheless, this display of power only brought a smile to Xzaien's face. She was impressed, definitely. She motioned briefly toward one of her Space Marines, whom promptly stepped aside and nodded slightly. Xzaien stepped forward and looked toward the frozen man. She stood there as a sudden mildly purplish-red aura appeared around Xzaien's body, most prominently appearing in her eyes and completely blotting out the Blood Red. She peered toward the man who was now shaking in fear, likely as a side effect of Xzaien's Dark Side Aura as well as the earlier display of power. She uttered at him in a voice that seemed empty and cold...

"That's not fear I smell, Is it? That rising feeling in your chest. First the nerves freeze, second the heartbeat rises, and third. Your voice drowns out all, your fear is all that is left."

This statement was likely a means to both, manipulate his fear and perhaps if he is of a weak mind. Completely shatter his will.

[member="Ravenous"] : [member="Chkhoz Pikeyy"]​

 

[Chkhoz Pikeyy]

The bounty hunter under the effects of [member="Xzaien"] 's powers didn't even attempt to struggle with the female darksider's fearful shakedown. If he could speak, he would have muttered some choice insults, alongside with the fact that he was only human. Death and pain were all part of the job, and he dealt in both during the span of his career. If the woman actually wanted to get under his skin, she would have to first make him pay for his own drink, and then have it poured out onto the floor right in front of him. Still, her powers will able to elicit real fear from him, but he saw it coming, and knew exactly what to think once her grip would loosen on him. He sure was foolhardy, and his defenses were greatly fool-hardened.

A short distance away, the Captain picked himself up and dusted himself off for a moment. He showed no indication of frustration, and without a word, he walked back to the Sith. A large portion of the traders had taken notice of their esteemed Captain being tossed about like a ragdoll. Many gasped at the sight of their great friend being manhandled so rudely, and watched for his next move eagerly. He was serious now.

"Did she say she'd give you something, buddy bug bug? These are Sith were dealing with, my friend. If you start doing what she wants, she'll make you a servant. Her servant, a pet who's greatest joy is pleasing her. I've read it, I've seen it. This always happens when you get involved with older girls-"

It seemed the Captain's 'serious' mindset still kept quips in mind.

"Do you really want to be the man that sold out for everything to be handed to him? That's like skipping all the fun parts of life, and just enjoying the pretense that you needed help to get what you wanted... What you needed. You'll never be able to dream without seeing her cute little face reminding you that you need to ask permission first, before doing anything for yourself."

As wrong as the man was in so many ways, some of what he said remained true. Did Chkhoz want to have to answer to someone above him, no matter how easy or lavish his that life was? Who's life would he really be living? Those words rallied a bit of pride deep within him. His value's were tested; Did he value freedom more than guarantees? Was that freedom worth dying for? He was beginning to get genuinely conflicted, and if he was to ever be sensed in the Force before, it would surely be felt now.

|[member="Xzaien"] | [member="Ravenous"] |​

 

[Ravenous]

Ravenous watched on in awe as [member="Xzaien"] corrupted the mind of the other bounty hunter who Ravenous actually intended to leave be, It was of no consequence after all if they had any cognitive function they would depart based on this display of power. Traders and consumers alike began to surround the growing episode their murmurs and chants only being drowned out by the rest of the market who continued business as usual.

The recently tossed captain arose from his trashed position advanced towards the group once more the cheers of his companions turning into a roar of mass proportions. Ravenous almost went to meet the captain until it became apparent that he intended to speak with [member="Chkhoz Pikeyy"]. He was as annoying as before going about some futile and contradictory point about freedom and how the Sith were slaver's. Ravenous admitted he was correct in some quantity it was part of why he left the Sith but his point was contradictory once the alternative was brought into consideration.

"Oh you think so? What could you possibly know about the Sith and their motives?" Ravenous turned his head slightly in the direction of the insect. "If you really want to know a damn thing about the Sith try asking a former one, not this overzealous foolhardy fethboy." Ravenous returned his focus to the captain. "Besides what could you possibly offer him that Xzaien can't? Even if he does go with you would he not still be under you in status?"

His tone became irritated and spiteful as he slowly approached the captain once more. "Why would he go with you when someone like her can do this..." Ravenous extended an open palm towards the captain a orange glow in his pupils. Ravenous reached from within himself, Rather he reached inside Nihilus and charged the power of the ancient Sith lord with his own turning his force drain into something of more malicious intent. The power he used didnt just consume the Force around the captain...It corrupted it and tore apart those who would come into contact with it.

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[Xzaien]

Xzaien was currently busy throwing fear directly into the other man's face, She was met with a few successes as she could see his mind, his thoughts, and general feelings. She sensed his mission to immediately retaliate once she had lessened her control. Xzaien was not amused at what she saw within the poor man's mind. Arrogance, Hatred, and most importantly a weak link within his mind. His family. She wrapped the Dark-Side tendrils into his mind, attempting to infect his very core tenants of self control and family. Rending them asunder and forcing his mind to almost literally rip itself asunder with terrifying visions, pain, and insanity. Clearly, Xzaien sought not to cause him to die, only see the error of his ways in the most mentally destructive means possible.

Meanwhile, she spoke to her Space Marines.

"My dears, if you would give us a moment to get acquainted..."

Xzaien's Dark Presence shot around the space station, a cold- empty feeling which permeated the area. A deep feeling of foreboding power, seamlessly combining itself with the Dark Presence of Ravenous. Projecting a field of fear into the crowd. A feeling of passiveness. A few seconds after this aura was shot across the space station, the Space Marines moved forward shoving aside a few bystanders and forming a semi-circular formation. The Squad Leader stepped forward shouting in a thunderous tone.

"Official Catharian Buisness. Be on your way!"

At least a large chunk of the people stepped out of the way and continued with their business. Marching along and quickly making their exits after completing their purchases. A large crowd lingered being, a large chunk of them being the downtrodden of the Galaxy. It would seem they are making bets! On who is going to live or die. Their self preservation went out the window as they gathered and gambled on the lives of the Dark-Siders and Verpine.

Xzaien was standing there, just glowing a bit purple as she literally mind-flayed the poor man who sat upon his knees. She turned to Chkhoz asking him for a clarification.

"They aren't your friends are they? If they are, please tell."

The Space Marines obstructed the view into the small semi-circular arena they had just created, leaving only Ravenous and the Idiot Captain in the open. The latter being literally in the process of being disintegrated by sheer dark-side energy. Xzaien on the otherhand, casually turned back around and began speaking once more to the Verpine.

"I am sorry you had to see that. If we are able, I suggest that we try to find your friends with haste. These idiots seem to have gotten at least one of them killed... It would also appear that this Captain is attempting to manipulate you my dear friend. As all who have power know, They didn't gain it by themselves, and had their close friends to help them along. I will hold true to my promise of helping you find your friends."

Xzaien turned toward Ravenous, speaking out toward him briefly and in a cordial tone to hopefully deescalate the situation or finally get a means to get going and throw attention off themselves.

"Lord Ravenous. If you would accompany us once you are finished, I would be most grateful for your company, perhaps then we can discuss our predicament."

[member="Ravenous"] : [member="Chkhoz Pikeyy"]​

 

[Chkhoz Pikeyy]

It was at this point that the Captain's facade was broken. [member="Ravenous"] would quickly suck the life force out of decoy droid. It near instantly crushed under his mighty power, and fluids splashed out of it's frame as it lay there sparking and seizing up on the ground.

It's speaker, now audibly degraded and not sounding as realistic as it had before, continued to relay the Captain's voice.

"Look what you did to my little doppelganger you dark-sided buffoon! That was expensive! Based on my own designs, actually; The juices you see now are little bits of me. Strands of hair, sweat, bodily fluids, and even homonculized cells that could fool even the most ruthless of mind-probing soul-sucking nerds in the galaxy!

And what can I offer him?? Autonomy?! Respect! A show!! All that you see right now has been orchestrated to the smallest detail, well all of it here except for you. Which begs the question, if he's so special, how come you're getting him now? Why didn't you just nab him when he was rolling around in his egg or whatever the Verpine do? Instead, he choose to escape his prison on his own."

The captain's voice switched to the loudspeakers aboard the ship.

"Kid, just so you know. Your Wookie Friends are fine. And, I'm sorry you had to get caught up in all this... if you had come back just a few minutes earlier, you'd be back with your friends and all your things too."

A wookie's call could be heard in the background, as if the Captain pointed the microphone over to him for a second. It was the one Chkhoz was closest to.

"I took a look through your stuff, and I gotta say, you do have a lot of potential now that I'm seeing it for myself. Now that I think of you, you remind me a lot of my younger self. Great potential, but always at the mercy of those who want to put him in their system, waste his years away! Except right now, you have it much worse. Just look at what those two are doing right now, to people like us! Do you really want to be in league with...those guys?"

Meanwhile, a little Nautolan girl had run up to the bounty hunter Vasp, grabbing onto his arm guard. Tears had begun to well up in her eyes. [member="Xzaien"] 's force-fueled exhortation surged deeper than he could have ever expected; deeper than he could fight on his own. He had begun to tremble, but his little friend allowed for him to remain present even in the tightening grip of the mysterious Catharian. Maybe he wasn't a good man, maybe his arrogance may have made him aggressive, and the woman misread his intentions. Like ever growing waves crashing onto a rocky shoreline, guilt and fear wore away at his psyche, but he clung to the sight of his loyal fan.

"Vasp...! No! Don't let her hurt you! You can stop her... you can! You can! Please don't go..."

The little girl buried her face into his arm.

His desire to reassure her that he would be alright burned deeply. He was no ordinary man. He was the hero of these people. In this time, for many moments, he did face the truth in the errors in his ways, but deep down his heart was brave and righteous. Still, he saw how his wells of arrogance and pride got in the the way of how he should have been living, how he needed to be. If he was in danger... all that he cared for was in danger. He felt like he had endured many centuries worth of guilt tossed onto his shoulders, but his spirit wouldn't burn out. He was distracted long enough to turn away from the shame that the powerful woman imposed on him, and focused on comforting the girl. He had saved her on many occasions. Now, it was she that was saving him now.

Chkhoz watched disapprovingly at all that was happening all around him. He never asked for any of this. On top of this, he grew more upset as the droid nearby translated everything being said by all the parties within range. He stepped forward a pace to let the woman know of what he thought.

"Neither of you are convincing me of anything good ever coming from either of you. This place has become a mess, and you are just smearing it about. The loud man is right in many ways, and while whatever you're doing to that one looks terrible; I don't think you are all bad. I can sense your beauty just by looking at you. But that is not enough. I do not want to be bought by anyone. I just want to get back to the Wookies. So, if you want my presence, either abduct me and force me to your will, or let me go by myself and we can talk association without any sort of allegiance being pledged, in the future."

He was shocked at what he said, but it reflected how he felt at this point in his journey.

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| [member="Xzaien"] | [member="Ravenous"] |​

 

[Xzaien]

The longer Xzaien mind probed the mewling man on the floor, the more she appeared to relent. Her eyes stared down at the child standing next to the man, holding and hugging him. Surely, this display of fearlessness and compassion impressed the Cathar. The child had walked up and begged for the man's life. Xzaien knew at the beginning she had not come here to kill anyone as she had her Space Marines to do so, yet even thing the twitch of ambition shot up inside of the Cathar as she briefly contemplated stealing away the Young Fan. Nevertheless, she felt a reassurance that people even now can and would take a fall for their local heroes and as such she reacted by stopping all force attacks against Vasp and allowing him to regain his bearings. She spoke toward him in a yet friendly and cordial tone she had spoken to Chkyoz earlier.

"Remember my dear friend. Not every person you attempt to goad into attacking you will fail. I presume this lesson would be satisfactory enough for you to rethink your path."

She looked down toward the young woman. She spoke again in this soothing tone.

"You hold great wisdom little girl. However, you must know that not everyone can be taken at face value. Even your "hero" there. I hope you understand and remember."

She turned toward Chkhoz, finished with her extremely public torture. She spoke to him, answering his spiels.

"Of course. You are no bounty hunter. Lead the way my friend, and perhaps we can talk association during the walk? Simply forcing you to come with me was not on my list for this evening, I am sure. However, I am sure some of your wookie friends might be receptive."

 

[Ravenous]

A gaping hole replaced the mouth of Ravenous, his surprise was hidden only by his bony white mask. A DROID?! Impressive technology, unfortunately, it was wasted on a throwaway, braindead shell of a man. Ravenous squatted down towards the oozing pile of metal and fluid picking out a strand of the captain's hair. The dark lord placed the hair in his pocket and rose to his feet his disappointment growing as the captain began blasting on his ship's loudspeakers.

"Every word that comes out your mouth is an abortion endorsement. I hope you realize that."

Ravenous refocused his attention on the captain's companion. The man was writhing in torment but not just any, it appeared to be a special kind of agony, one of the victim's own construction, Truly sinister. To use someone's own experiences against them required a specific strand of sadism, a strand Ravenous one day hoped to achieve. A girl was by Vaps' side her cries for mercy falling deaf on the dark lord's ears. To his genuine astonishment Xzaien adhered to the girl's pleas...She wasn't like any dark sider Ravenous had encountered before.

"Alright if we're done here I'm ready to go, If I have to hear another word out of this captain's mouth I'm gonna burn down the whole shipyard."

Chkhoz Pikeyy ​

 

[Chkhoz Pikeyy]

Vasp fell forward, his hands barely holding himself up as if his soul were rushing back into his body. He coughed in between the makings of a hearty laugh. In a few moments, the man was able to right himself to one knee, and pivoted to embrace his young fan. Really, he had been looking out for her like a mentor, but her bravery warmed his heart dearly.

If any of the spectators were wise on the powers of the force, they would know that even the combined will of the two would never be enough to contend with the Cathar woman, and their minds would surely be doomed. They were at the mercy of Xzaien , and fortunately, that's what she ultimately decided to show.

"It's alright! It's alright! She didn't want to get me...I should have known better. The ship... is still the best place for us, but... I think we need to have a little talk with Mr. Captain about certain responsibilities. I won't put myself in a fight with anything I can't handle... you're... you're too young to do that to you."

The wagering spectators we're confused as to who necessary won the mental battle and reluctantly stuffed their credits back into their pockets, and began thinning out; yet some still remained.

"Look at that girl, that's some Caravan Guts if I've ever seen em'."
A man said proudly.

"Too bad that Sith dug her damn nails into Vasp. She made a pansy out of him, scrambling his brain around like an egg!"
An elderly woman uttered in reply.

"Where's your heart Titania? You're just upset you didn't get your bet...Not everyone looks at family and thinks 'bad terms'..."
He pointed out.

"I've had enough, I'll be by the Ithorian stand; stay away from me if you know what's good for ya'."

Vasp, formally Vasparyen, was on his feet by now. He was grateful for this incident, even locking eyes with the Cathar woman , then winking at her sweetly before holding the hand of his young friend and walking into the crowds.

"You're number one again! Now, and forever. And it's about time we got you that blaster..."

The girl cheered as they dissipated into the living mass of traders and customers.

The loudspeaker perked up once more:

"Well isn't that just precious? Ol' Vaspy really knows how to tug on those heartstrings...While that exact situation wasn't planned we do have drills for this type of thing. Maybe that's for the better, poor man just wants to play Daddy, and in my care I want my people to be free to do what they want. Wait a minute--Now I'm down a friend! This day just gets better and better..."

Another roar from the Wookie could be heard over the loudspeaker.

"So you don't want the spa? Really? It's got turbo-- AHH!...YOU GOT...HAIR... ALL OVER IT! That's it--No deal--OUT! OUT! That's right get out-- out of here! No put that down-- EUUGH~ you guys are just plain filthy! That's mine thank you very--ew. You can keep that, actually... Well see ya guys, it was a pleasure doing business with you fine gentlemen... Send a holocard or something, will ya?"

Shortly after the spiel, the a majority of the Wookie Traders stepped out of the massive freighter, and wandered around the bazaar.

The Captain heard Ravenous 's jab, and found it quite hilarious.

"An abortion endors-- An abortion endorsement?!... HAAHHAAAhaaaaAAA!! That's gotta be the best thing I've heard in ages! Hang on let me write that down...an abortion endorsement that's ace! You sir have won my heart; through and through! I've just about had my fill of fun, so you don't have to burn anything down Mr. Man."

Meanwhile, Chkhoz had begun to ignore the messages not directed towards him, and waited impatiently as the droid translated each thought that was within earshot. The sight of the Wookies the insectoid knew so well sent a wave of relief over his entirety. In a slightly better, more reciprocating motion, he spoke once more to the Catharian.

"I know very little of this planet, but if you want to talk more... I guess I am not so busy anymore. This place is ridiculous... Also, you should know I am not very receptive of all foods. My diet consists of a moss that I grow myself aboard the Wookie's ship. I haven't strayed too far from that, however, I've been wanting to try 'noodles' for a while now."

| Ravenous | Xzaien |​