Private Oh Lorrd What is Happening

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Siyndacha Aerin

Trextan walked down the narrow little stairs from his room. The small hostel he was staying at was hardly pleasant, but it was about all he could afford. A travelling Warden, it turned out, rarely had more than enough credit chits to run together.

The place was close to where he wanted to walk. Left from the doors and out into a bustling street. He meandered through the crowd, following the usual logic of avoiding any species that might trample him underfoot without even noticing.

Trextan had a strong connection to the Force, but it had always been more of a one way connection. He could command it with ease and bind it to its will, but it rarely spoke to him. He shouted, he did not listen.

Yet even here, he could sense that something was wrong.

He slowed down as he walked past the source of the disturbance: Enlightened Dawn.

They could have been any of the usual pyramid schemes and self-help scams seen across the Galaxy. There was something different about this organisation. Since they had arrived, children had started going missing.

Lorrdians were hard people to trick; they could read almost any expression and subtle micromovement. They were essentially as close to telepathic as one could be without using the Force.

Trextan turned into a cafe that offered a view of their front door. If this was as troubling as the worst case and a sith cult was recruiting Force sensitive children, then they would be watching back.

He settled down, ordered a small meal and watched to see who came and went.

 

[Siyndacha Aerin]

ERRANT HEIR
THE ORDER OF IMPERIAL KNIGHTS
LORRD CITY - LORRD - IMPERATOR SECTOR
Trextan Voidstalker

It had hardly been that long since Iridonia. Certainly not long enough, but 'long enough' would never come. She knew that, but having to investigate and neutralise a cult again so soon was still both troubling and unsettling, and while it additionally provoked her disgust, it was her duty to see it done as ordered. At least this time she didn't have to take a gaggle of greens for a walk while doing so.

Yet at the same time, she was on her own unless it became absolutely necessary to call in assistance. Which entirely depended on what exactly she encountered. Intel stated the disappearances of children, overlapping with the arrival of proponents of a group calling themselves the Enlightened Dawn - ostensibly a neoreligious following, derived from the Ashlan faith of the Empire’s neighbours to the east. It stank.

Clad in light armour and travelling gear that only further marked her as what her colouring gave off anyway - Echani through and through - with a satchel hanging from her shoulder, Siyndacha walked into the café, her silver-eyed gaze sweeping the place in tandem with her senses. Picking up various details such as every piece of tech and machinery in the room, and noting the unexpected presence just before she was interrupted by one of the service staff.

Siyn turned to the woman and smiled somewhat warmly, ordered a light meal, and... “Just some caf, please. No sugar, a little cream,” then waited a minute for the mug of caf before finding a place to sit... and she opted to sit also facing the door, choosing a table right beside the only other user in the room. On purpose. If he looked, she gave a faint smile and went about her business. Placing her mug on the tabletop, she slipped her satchel off of her shoulder and slipped into her seat, then pulled a datapad out of said satchel, queued up some reading - a research paper - and waited, 'pad in one hand, mug lifted occasionally by the other for a sip.

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[Trextan Voidstalker]

T R E X T A N​

It wasn't long before he saw a family arrive at the centre. Two parents and their child went through the doors together. The child looked nervous, the parents looked excited. If this really was a secret recruitment centre for the sith then they were brazen about it. It was a nauseous thought, taking children away from their families so openly and using them that way.

A pair of agents had found him on behalf of the sith on coruscant. There have been no deception in the matter. They had arrived with armed men and taken him away.

Trextan was almost hopeful that this was just like any other misplaced pseudo-religious cult. That the boy being walked through the doors wasn't going to be whisked away and never seen again.

Maybe, he though to himself, the kidnappings were unrelated. If the cult was a common factor then the police would have established it.

"You alright there?"

Trextan turned to look up at the waitress in surprise. She was standing over him with his plate, looking concerned.

"Oh yeah, fine," he said, trying to brush it off.

"You look a little on edge?" She asked. She followed his gaze with a single glance.

Damnit. He knew the locals were good at reading body language, but hadn't expected to be so transparent.

"You for an appointment there?" She asked. "If I were you, I'd stay away from those sorts."