Return of the Warden: Salvor Arnex

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Salvor Arnex"]

Romeo sighed in mental exhaustion and relaxed his whole body with the ease that came with many years of training. The Force was always a hit and miss topic, who was right and wrong always seemed to be the problem and only these two seemed to know barely what was right at the moment.

"Then let us be off...before that...what do you believe in Salvor? What is right and what is wrong? Do you think the paths we follow are wrong?"

The Vahla was now blasting philosophical questions from no where, they were to help in his book. Romeo pulled out a datapad, opening his notes he had been taking from earlier.

"We need a holocron...Salvor...to pass on our knowledge to the next generation...will you help me in giving the future the best we can?"

 

[Salvor Arnex]

[member="Romeo Sin"]

‘Give nothing; always make ‘em earn it.’
The quote flashed through the recesses of time and memory to the forefront of his mind. It was something the Mandalorian had taught him long ago. Before he was freed, before Ravi died, before his tattoos, before he had become anyone. It was a lesson taught to him through lecture and beaten in to him through trial; it explained much of Salvor’s unwillingness or inability to share more than his anger and wounded pride.

“I believe in me.” Salvor told him. A lie to be sure; despite the fact that if Salvor walked in a room he would carry himself and more often than not see himself as the smartest, stongest, best option there; the truth was that if he took time to sit down and really search himself he would find he had little more faith in himself than he had in Romeo.

Romeo had proven himself to be stronger and more experienced in almost every way than Salvor and yet Salvor would still challenge him with not thought of losing. Salvor chastised and mocked Romeo for his failures, when Salvor himself has accomplished nothing. Romeo had family, friends, he had people who loved him, and the capacity to love them back. Salvor’s family was dead, his friends were non-existent and the ability to care for and love others was long lost too him. When Salvor looked at Romeo, he saw only his own failings and lashed out hoping to be free of them. How could someone so weak be any use to generations who come after?

“What is right?” Salvor repeated as if he did not understand it fully. “We cannot know that until we have won.”

“We do not follow the same path, Romeo Sin. You are here.” He gestured toward the planet as he resisted using the word ‘hiding’ “And you teach. I live a life that is much different, there are some who would call you wrong for having come here and ignoring a galaxy that bleeds. There are those that would call me wrong for profiting on that blood. It matters little.”

“Were we not here, it would still bleed. If you can live with that, it must not be wrong, if you cannot…change.”

The idea of a holocron bothered him, only because he had nothing to share.
“I would help you with your holocron if I had anything of import to share.” Salvor was no teacher. His weeks here at Bogdan and his time with [member="Mira Starwind"] proved as much.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Salvor Arnex"]

The Zabrak always had interesting things to say on subjects that had nothing to do with the two of them, but when it came to everything else, Salvor always seemed to snap into a very mature, and grown man. Romeo, with a quickness, typed in every word, even recording ti all as the other man spoke. But he paused, the reason he didn't understand Salvor was because he knew nothing of his past, and neither did Salvor know Romeo's.

He looked at the Zabrak like he had his family, compassion, and trust with a side of honest love. Salvor was more like a brother to Romeo than Razer had been, though, the two fought like he and Razer too.

"Salvor...I found someone on Coruscant...someone you should meet."

Romeo walked slowly to the man, and laid a hand gently on his shoulder.

"She can not walk, nor can she speak. My real mission...for attacking Coruscant wasn't suicide...it was to kill my father. I knew, though, I wasn't coming back. Just before I died...she spoke to my mind, gave me something to meditate on. That is why I am here...it's peaceful, somewhere I could focus. When I was young, I had a vision through the Force. I saw my own death."

He then removed his hand, and looked out the broken window and rubbed his shoulders, and arms some.

"I want to know more about you Salvor...I will tell you everything. All my secrets, all my history if you would but tell me yours."