Private Remnants and Outcasts

[Darth Vindictus]

The destruction of Csilla at the hands of the Brotherhood of the Maw had thrown the galaxy into turmoil. Certainly calamity was not unknown to the galaxy. Countless wars, revolutions, the Bryn'adul, there were no shortage of threats to the galaxy. What made this event so different however was the outright destruction of an entire planet. Not since the times of the Galactic Empire had a nation been able to harness such overwhelming power. The death of the Chiss homeworld had thrown their people to the far reaches of the galaxy, forced to flee from a destruction they could not defeat.

The world of Copero was one of the remaining Chiss core worlds, and the seat of their largest shipyards. A bastion of their species, millions of refugees had flooded into Copero, and even the strictly regimented society of the Chiss had begun to dissolve. Crime was on the rise, stability on the decline, and the galaxy turning its eyes from a humanitarian crisis to focus on an already concluded event. All these factors provided the perfect place for Emorin to flee to himself. He was an alien, true, but there were enough outsiders on Copero now that his presence did not draw too much undue attention. He could lay low here, avoid the long arm of the Galactic Alliance for his crimes, and hopefully figure out what he would need to do. Never before in his life had he been so lost.

The small apartment complex he had been able to secure lodging in had a small bar in it on the ground level, and Emorin spent a majority of his time there. He drank, gambled, and generally did his best to take his mind off his own problems. In Chiss space, this meant Emorin was right at home. He kept his head on a swivel however, constantly looking over his shoulder, waiting for the inevitable. Eventually, he knew, the Jedi would come for him.

Sayla Valis

 

[Sayla Valis]

Perhaps it was certain that the Jedi were to come for Emorin. It was a truth beholden by so many across the furthest reaches of the Galaxy that the lightsiders would eventually show themselves; appearing amidst the most dangerous of territories and within the most dire circumstances in order to enact their good upon those that they had sworn to protect. Perhaps it was true that, no matter his place of hiding, they would come. Perhaps it was inevitable.

Yet it was not now. Emorin was safe from the hands of the Jedi he had stricken against— perhaps if only in err— though damaged and assaulted nonetheless. The locale had chosen well, though it would have seemed to be an act of coincidence that another being on leave of the Jedi's presence had found themselves present on Copero at such a similar time, in such a similar place. The question remained, however, of whether this coincidence was a good one or not.

Sayla had parted the doors of the Chiss bar that rested at the bottom of this particular building of coincidence; stepping inward and allowing her eyes to scan about it's rather dreary interior. While she was an occasional gambler of sorts, neither such an act, nor the drink, had brought her here. Rather, it was a simple discussion she wished to have with one of the natives of the planet, one of the ones who had called it home far before Csilla's fall, that she had wished to speak with. The cause of the rendezvous was inconsequential to the meeting that would instead take it's place.

Regardless, it would have seemed that she was early, leaving a few idle moments for Sayla to herself to acquaint herself with her surroundings. Stepping down a small staircase at the entrance, the flutter of dark brown was enough for an onlooker to have their attention drawn to the light robes of a Jedi; one that, despite her renunciation of such a title, peered around as if looking for someone.​

Emorin Tain