Summer days

[Sargon Vynea]

A holodisplay, two suit cases worth of clothes, a dark wood case full of medals and awards, and a few odds and ends. These were the possessions of one Sargon Vynea as he locked the door of his home behind him for the first time. His tranquil field shadowed under the hull of a heavy freighter, as the Zabrak sipped slowly on the last bottle of strawberry wine. The chilled sweet wine seemed a bit bitter though in his mouth, perhaps a bad year. Of course it could also just be his mood, he didn't know how he felt barely knew what he was doing, but when had that stopped him before. He'd allowed too much time to pass him by as he hid away on this sunny field, and now it was time to leave it.

He'd have left already, but he knew she was coming. If there was anyone he'd have waited for it would have been one of them, but what she came for he didn't know. Like an echo in the Force he could feel her approach, not even planet side yet. Walking out into the field he lay on the grass letting the sun soak into his skin and warm his bones. He was going to miss Bakura, but his decisions to walk away now insured they would be out of harms way.

Opening his mind to the Force the Zabrak didn't meditate on it this time, but floated in memories allowing the warm winds of the Force to move him as it willed. He thought back to a young legionnaire, on the run from loan sharks with his daddy's broken ship on his first missions. Taloraan, one of the large producers of bespin gas. His first mission with his own squad, they'd been spot on, and he'd never left the 121st after that, well until today.

Somehow he'd slid from that position on up to a military governor over Bakura. A beautiful planet with a full history, its absolute distrust for droids had made it a bit odd at first, but he'd come to understand it. Then came the truly busy times for a bit, with Jared they directed the Fringe at the head for a bit. Diplomacy some near galactic wars, and finally the return of Ashin. Now the poor fool was going to do it again, but this time as an Emperor. If it had been nearly anyone else he'd have run him through, but Jared was his brother, the man had lead once, he could do it again. It wasn't Jared that concerned him, it was the entire business of an Empire.

Moving his mind back to the approaching presence he smiled, he could smell her on the warm breeze now. “Welcome back to Bakura, My Lady, how may I serve you?”

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Bakura was one of those places she rarely visited, when Sargon decided to live here and make it his home - her visits happened more often. Still, the planet was foreign to her and the only familiarity was with Sargon. She had heard from Jared the changing of times and knew that her other student was never a fan of that course of action. Being apart of the inner circle with Jared, she was able to see first hand that Bakura was now under the man’s control. Which was why she had made a trip - to find Sargon.

His calm exterior lingered as she drew closer. He knew her better than most, possibly the only person who knew her better was Ashin. Her usual attire of robes and tunics were long abandoned as she stood near him in simple spacer clothing. No evidence that she was a Master of the Force, even her signature quietly suppressed. Sargon knew though, he could feel her different and thus caused him to remark upon her arrival.

“Its been some time since I’ve been here.” Looking around, she admired him and the rest of the scenery. Sargon was something different, loyal and true to his word. The man protected above all else, even if it put himself in the way of danger. Those around him were protected. A smile pulled at her lips as she remembered another that reacted the same even if she was the only reason. A breeze blew her soft blonde hair away from her face and she moved closer - the smell of lavender filling the area around them. “Tell me that you’re safe and that you won’t be getting hurt. Jared is ruthless when it boils down to it. You know this. So I ask you why you’ve handed Bakura to him.”


[member="Sargon Vynea"]