Removing Old Plans and Making New Friends

[Jaxton Ravos]

Jaxton had already left the Jedi Order, and created a new 'Order' on Teth. So far it was going well, he had some good people that he was working with, had a nice place to set up in, but there were a few issues truth be told. Mostly with finances. Sure, Qae was making a rather nice profit off of a company he had a significant stake in, but Jaxton didn't want to just piggybank off of his cash, so he had made it a point to contribute to the Conclave financially as well.

So, the large Zeltron had made his way to Corellia, to the capital city of Coronet, and paid a visit to his bank. The tellers were a bit surprised when he said that he wanted to liquidate his entire account, and it took a while to pass through normal security and confirmation methods of allowing him to do that, but eventually the process was completed, and Jaxton's backpacks were full, and his bank accounts emptied.

Heading back to his ship he spotted a quiet old bar, and a few fans gathering inside to watch Corellia's Grav-ball team play on the holoscreen, while having a drink or two. Deciding it'd be nice to have a drink at the old place one more time he wandered in, opened a tab and began to enjoy the game, unaware of new opportunities he'd get and the people he'd meet in due time.

@[member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[The Hound]

It had been almost a month since the sacking of Bastion by the Sith Empire. Turin had been one of the only survivors from the original order of Knights under the Empress...Now he sat alone in an old bar on the planet of Corellia. A dark hood hid his unkept face from view and a cloak thrown over his shoulders hid his body. He didn't need to be known...Especially with the Republic now actively searching for him. Moving his blue eyes to the corner of the bar he glared at the wanted poster that hung.

Taking a sip of his drink he noticed the presence of a strong Force user. His heart began to beat quickly, panic quickly washing over him. He quickly quelled the panic, attempting to squash his presence in the Force. Looking over his shoulder towards the general direction the presence was coming from he quickly recognized Jaxton as a Master from the Jedi Order during his time there. What was he doing here? Did he plan on taking him in? How had he found him? Placing his hand on the silver bladed lightsaber he had received as a Knight of Bastion he allowed his finger to hover over the activation switch.
@[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

As Jaxton got a glass of Corellian Ale he felt a panic in the air, amplified by the presence of the Force. The presence was soon shut down, an attempt to hide the man's force signature, but even then Jaxton could feel the man's slight confusion and anxiety. When he had felt the man he didn't feel like a Jedi, or a Sith either. Just someone with the Force, and a bit of training as well. Jaxton took the glass and had a drink, before taking a glance behind him, not turning just merely shifting his eyes. Thinking about what he had on hand and how much he had cashed out, he waved the bartender over.

"Get that man a bottle of whatever he wishes, and put it on my tab." He instructed, and turned to continue watching the game, not having any noticeable change in his demeanor, physically or in the Force. To @[member="Turin Val Kur"] he would have just appeared as a normal sports fan at a bar, albeit one with a significant presence in the Force.

 

[The Hound]

The bar tending droid nodded its metal head in compliance, rolling across the sticky floor to the lost Force user. Chirping and setting another drink menu before the man, the droid left to go about its business. Looking up from his drink Turin took the menu in his hand. He hadn't paid for anything else, and he sure didn't ask for anything more. Despite this everything on the Menu had the same message. 'Tap to Select. Your Drink has Been Paid For.'

Suspicion washed over him as he gingerly tapped the Ne'tra Gal. The drink was Mandalorian, that much he knew. He also knew that whatever he was getting it was nothing close to what Mandalorians actually drank. But even watered down and mass-produced, the drink was still his favorite...Turning his head over to the blue haired Zeltron slightly, he attempted to prod his mind, his aura, for the least bit of information. Motives, feelings, anything. He knew that touching another Force user in the Force would draw attention to him, but it was a risk he had to take, and Turin felt more than ready to take on the challenge should the need arise.

@[member="Jaxton Ravos"]​