Darth Veles
Sweet Avreet
Ever since the events on Zeltros, Avreet had cut all contact with the One Sith, severing many ties. The only thing that still connected him to the group were his friends and the tattoo on his back. The latter would be removed once he paid a visit to Maya again, hoping the Light Sided Jedi healer knew how to remove the Mark created by the Dark Side itself, while his friends remained as something he definitely wanted to keep, his old Master and Lady Banshee in particular. Avreet was not sure if either of them understood his reasons for this self-imposed exile, but then again, Lady Zarrah had done the same before, meaning the Togruta Sith Master most likely understood her former apprentice’s reasoning. The same could not be said about the other Sith though, and his desertion could be seen as treason.
Not taking any chances, the Sith Master immediately headed out of the One Sith space, going to the Black Sun territory and settling on Nal Hutta. Avreet disliked the world greatly, a dump of gangsters and other filth at the start of their criminal career, but it also offered anonymity, something Zatarus needed right now. The only one knowing of his location would be [member="Darth Banshee"], whom he had invited for a cup of tea and a talk by sending her a message to her private comms. He wanted to hear her opinion on the matter before deciding what to do next. The young woman’s beliefs were not very different from his own, thus he wished to see if she also played with the idea of leaving the Sith. If the recent massacre would not push her over the edge, Avreet did not know what else would. Even if she remained loyal to the One Sith though, the amphibious Sith doubted her giving away his location. The human was a good friend to him, and he knew he would not have betrayed her if they have exchanged their roles.
Posing as a tourist, the Mon Calamari found one of the moderately expensive hotels on the planet and got himself a small room. He did not trust canteens and pubs, as there was always someone to listen to your words. Naturally, given the planet’s reputation, his cybernetic eye had scanned the hotel room for any unwanted devices, just to save himself from a nasty surprise if the One Sith assassins came knocking. Once sure the room was bug-free, the Mon Cal prepared himself some tea, making enough for Sabrina as well, though he knew the young woman might want something stronger given the nature of the recent events. Thinking about it as he sat on the bed and slowly sipped the hot water, he could use an alcoholic beverage as well. Avreet never liked alcohol, but these were very unusual circumstances and he needed to forget it all, at least for the night.
Not taking any chances, the Sith Master immediately headed out of the One Sith space, going to the Black Sun territory and settling on Nal Hutta. Avreet disliked the world greatly, a dump of gangsters and other filth at the start of their criminal career, but it also offered anonymity, something Zatarus needed right now. The only one knowing of his location would be [member="Darth Banshee"], whom he had invited for a cup of tea and a talk by sending her a message to her private comms. He wanted to hear her opinion on the matter before deciding what to do next. The young woman’s beliefs were not very different from his own, thus he wished to see if she also played with the idea of leaving the Sith. If the recent massacre would not push her over the edge, Avreet did not know what else would. Even if she remained loyal to the One Sith though, the amphibious Sith doubted her giving away his location. The human was a good friend to him, and he knew he would not have betrayed her if they have exchanged their roles.
Posing as a tourist, the Mon Calamari found one of the moderately expensive hotels on the planet and got himself a small room. He did not trust canteens and pubs, as there was always someone to listen to your words. Naturally, given the planet’s reputation, his cybernetic eye had scanned the hotel room for any unwanted devices, just to save himself from a nasty surprise if the One Sith assassins came knocking. Once sure the room was bug-free, the Mon Cal prepared himself some tea, making enough for Sabrina as well, though he knew the young woman might want something stronger given the nature of the recent events. Thinking about it as he sat on the bed and slowly sipped the hot water, he could use an alcoholic beverage as well. Avreet never liked alcohol, but these were very unusual circumstances and he needed to forget it all, at least for the night.
