Public The Scorekeeper’s call

[Draconis Cross]

LOCATION: Trandoshan colony world, Unknown regions, near Jedi sanctuary Osk

"Wake my precious chosen," She whispered faintly...

Draconis' eyes shot open and he clutched at his vibrosword. He scanned his surroundings for signs of the ominous presence but nothing was to be found beyond the cool breeze and the taste of burnt flesh.

A whistle from the wind perhaps? Wait, where am I?

His head pounded and he looked at his arms in surprise. He had blisters beneath his scales in multiple places. His padawan robes were seared and had fused with his hide in great patches. His pain was tremendous. But, greater was his desire to find out what happened.

He looked for anything that could give clues to how he got out there, the origin of his wounds, but found nothing beyond the aroma of kindling. He had awoken at the bottom of a small hill and spotted billowing clouds of smoke originating from beyond its precipice. He reached the top and spied the source of the black vapors.

The sanctuary! The village!

It appeared to have been set ablaze some time in the night, but it seemed the flames had died and all that was left were ash and rubble. Chills ran down his spine. Cross worried greatly for his friends and mentors. He had to get back to his home. Banked at the bottom of his vantage point was the Jedi master's speeder.

Master Sissk speeder! But, where could he be?

He found no sign of the master's presence near the beat up farm truck. He ran towards its resting place and quickly searched it’s innards. Finding nothing he mounted the vehicle. Flipping the ignition and grasping the joy stick he gunned it towards his refuge and offered a silent prayer to the scorekeeper that his friend's lives had not been claimed. He would not rest until he found those responsible for this attack. He only hoped his fellow Jedi had survived

Roxsie

 

[Roxsie]

Ah jedi. Always having problems, always. This time at some sanctuary. And apparently, there was a distress signal. She could work with that, whichever side she would actually end up joining. Afterall. Just because she came for the distress signal, it didn't mean she had to be there to help the ones who sent it.

The dark sider would take herself down nearby and grab her sword. The only thing beyond the odd decision to have a decorative mask that might signify her as some sort of combatant. Otherwise in an outfit rather abnormal for a mercenary.

Oh....well now. Roxsie normally wouldn't notice something like this, but this time, she did. There was nobody there. She didn't have to see it yet as she'd set off towards the village. She could feel it. At least, there wasn't many. The place was in ruins.

"Took a trip here recently mom?" she chuckled to herself, that was certainly her style. Or at least it used to be. Though she doubted anyone here was worth fighting. Trandoshans right? They were good, but how often were they worth it. For Roxsie though, yes, absolutely worthwhile.

This was a little different though, why burn down this place? She could get some credits off this, and maybe a good fight. She only had to resolve this for the authorities, or the offender, after she knew who was best for her to side with.

And so she began to search, ashes could hide a lot. Check for signs of where it started, check for the way it burned, smell for chemicals or if there was none. A pyrokinetic would produce flamethrower or explosive like results, yet leave no chemical traces. Which was one way to tell an origin. It was not perfect though, you could use standard woods or other less tracible methods. But it did help. She'd keep an ear and eye out for someone trying to jump her of course, he mother taught her that much. And since she almost never wore armor very much unlike her, it was a wise thing to do. Of course, she also watched for corpses. Whether the fire killed them, or the smoke, or something else. If there were any to locate.

Items:
Phrik sword
VEV Starthrust Series Fast Courier

Draconis Cross

 

[DELETEME]

Padd stood at the top of the hill, the embers of what was once a small encampment warm to his back. The Jedi, cowards! All of them! The events of the last several hours replayed in his mind as he planned the next steps. Needless destruction, lives lost, because the Jedi could not help but meddle in the affairs of others.

The artifact had been moved, again. Did the Jedi know what he was seeking? He doubted it. This seemed like coincidence and bad luck more so than intentional obfuscation. He would find it soon enough. Patience. He had all the time in the world.

He watched the Trandoshan from his perch. The Jedi was awake, obviously confused. Predictable. Young, inexperienced, scared. He would go right back to his precious sanctuary. And Padd would follow. When the farmtruck began to speed away, Padd climbed aboard his speeder bike and zipped down the hill after it.

But something had changed. He felt it before he saw it. A light freighter breached the atmosphere and came into view. Interesting. Friend or foe? he wondered. The Jedi had a lot of both. He had few of either.

Draconis Cross Roxsie

 

[Draconis Cross]

The wind whistled around the speeder as Cross pushed its turbines to the limits. His body ached, but the adrenaline flowing through his veins fueled him. As he grew closer to his target ash began to mix with the jet stream. He hadn't noticed but tears were falling freely from his eyes. He prayed for his friends but could not sense any of the familiar force signatures Cross had grown up with.

None.

He reached the edge of his home and quickly dismounted the speeder. Nothing had survived the inferno. All was ash. The sanctuary itself was the only thing that kept its structure with some sort of stability. All the homes made for the help had been burned to a crisp. He noticed a three fingered taloned hand sticking out from some of the rubble and became sick.

The thing was black as coal and as his tongue tasted the air the bitter smell of burnt flesh greeted him.

It was too much.

He emptied the contents of his stomach all over the ground before him. He shook as he straightened himself from his hunched position. Cross looked around for any sign of life but could find none. He took timid steps towards one of the Sanctuary's many entrances. The doors were sealed tight. Mustering all his strength he wedged his vibrosword between the crevices and pried the door open.

Then he sensed something. A dark unfamiliar presence. Beyond that he could feel nothing else about the entity. He took shelter in the sanctuary seeking to hide from the interloper.

Roxsie

Padd

 

[Roxsie]

Things were not looking good as far as investigations would go. No real discoveries yet. Certainly not by her senses. She couldn't detect any chemicals. And while it was true she already considered the possibility of it being pyrokinesis. That was NOT a very common ability, and certainly not one that would leave this little evidence. That would go so, relatively speaking, unnoticed. A sith invasion or if it was a political target or something, she'd understand that. It still could be something else, but...why?

She continued trying to locate things, but this place was an utter mess. She'd likely have to get some proper gear rather than doing it by hand. Especially if she could locate any documents to give her info. Or bodies, she wasn't an actual doctor. 'Time of death' and 'Cause of death' were only very rough considerations for her when it came to this.

The dark warrior let out an groan into the sky, "Why does it have to be so complicated all the time. Can't karking find a simple answer these days." then let out a simpler sigh looking around. So just standard methods weren't going to be so easy. The force could show a lot though. So she reached out to it briefly shutting her eyes. THen they immediately shot right back open as she sensed Draconis Cross . She didn't head to him at first.

Instead, she started working her way around, seemingly still searching. If he moved, she'd skip to the last part immediately. But if not, she'd try and close the distance. Hiding the fact she realized he was there hopefully. A presence in the force, not one to be ignored. Once she was close enough, or should he move. She'd call out,
"Alright now, let's not try sneaking up on women. It's just not very respectful." she'd point in his direction to make it clear, "And if you try and run I'll try and break your legs. I'm a lot faster than I look."

Posturing a little bit sure. She was indeed fast, but saying that was entirely unnecessary. Sometimes she just couldn't help herself, boasting or insisting she was capable. A flaw, one she needed to get over. But had repeatedly failed to do so. For now, her catching of Draconis had also resulted in her missing another presence, that of Padd.

Draconis Cross Padd

 

[DELETEME]

Padd stopped short of the Jedi to observe, being mindful that a third person was now lurking nearby. The young Trandoshan was in obvious pain. His aura wreaked of sadness, of confusion, of desperation. Padd watched as the Jedi became physically sick at the bottom of the sanctuary steps. Such weakness. Once the Trandoshan pried open the door and took refuge inside, Padd slowly made his way toward the entrance. He was in no particular hurry and had no particular reason to hide his presence.

He knew better than to think this Jedi may have the object he sought. It would be off planet by now. But he may be of use yet.

Padd ascended the stairway and further pushed the door open at the top, releasing an eerie CREAK as he entered. It was dimly lit by the burning embers of the dying fire, bright enough for Padd to see without a light. Now, where did you go, Jedi?

Draconis Cross Roxsie

 

[Draconis Cross]

Cross ducked into the hall as the outsider made their presence known. He was in extreme anguish, but more curious was the fact his people had not sent T'doshok to investigate. If they were relying on outsiders to find out more about the scene then things must be truly disastrous. But then again the humanoid could be responsible for the destruction…

The sears on his hide made him hiss in pain. With the adrenaline wearing off it became increasingly obvious he needed bacta. He decided to gamble and make his presence clear. He pried open another door and made his way outside.

"You! Did the constables send you?" He cried out through gritted teeth "There are no survivors beyond myself,"

He hoped the mercenary would have compassion on him but judging from her looks and speech he doubted it.

"We may find out more inside! The doors are sealed, we'll have to pry them open!" The pain was nigh unbearable "Bacta! Please!" He coughed out as he fell to a knee while gripping his severely burned chest.

Unfortunately healing with the force was not something he had a talent with. He prayed the scorekeeper would not claim him so soon. With each raking breath stars floated across his vision.

Be still

Something whispered as Cross drifted upon the edge of conscious thought.

Roxsie Padd

 

[Roxsie]

She raised a brow at him, he seemed quite injured actually. She considered answering at first while he claimed to be the only one left. That didn't explain much though did it. Trandoshans were tough creatures but she supposed burns were dangerous to them as well. She had to wander if he did a thorough check but, really, did it matter? As long as what was needed could be uncovered and he seemed to have a path he wanted to go.

Instantly though, she felt suspicious. Yes, random woman entirely on your own. Let's go inside. I'm definitely not bringing you into an ambush because we didn't have time to finish everything! She thought sarcastically, still, she couldn't deny something needed to be done. And it was a little weird to stick around with everything so thoroughly burned while still injured. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously as he called for bacta.

Then both brows began to raise as he dropped to a knee. Healing with the force was also not something she had either, at least healing others. And he seemed to be growing unconscious, that was...incredibly inconvenient. "Fine, we'll get bacta first." she relented, "But you're not getting inside my ship."

If he was able to follow her she'd start back to her ship fairly quickly, making sure he'd stay outside while she could sprint in to find a medpack and bacta to bring back. If however he continued to collapse like he looked to be, she'd reach out a hand, to use the force to pick him up just a few feet of the ground and pull him with her to leave outside her ship to do the same. She didn't want to risk getting in close range just yet unless she knew he was actually as injured as he made out, those were some nasty claws to get cut by.

"What do you know?" she'd insist, whether he seemed fully conscious or not when she returned with a medpack and extra materials, mainly bacta. To use the mediscanner on him.

Padd Draconis Cross

 

[DELETEME]

Ahh, there you are. Padd heard the voices as he navigated through the sanctuary. The Trandoshan sounded frantic and confused in his state of physical and mental anguish. He sounded vulnerable. The owner of the female voice was unfamiliar. She appeared to be reluctantly helping the injured Jedi. Her presence here was still an unknown.

But that did not worry him. Padd stepped out of the shadows, making himself visible. “Maybe I can help,” he offered, approaching the Jedi. He saw the Trandoshan was on the verge of losing consciousness. Unfortunately, his own skills of using the Force to heal had diminished since turning his back on the Jedi Council. And it was not time to reveal his powers. Not just yet. Padd instead used his physical strength to lift the Trandoshan up, putting his arm over his shoulder so he could walk him forward.

“I saw you land,” Padd told the female, no use in trying to conceal the obvious. “You have medical supplies on board, yes?”


——
Draconis Cross Roxsie

 

[Draconis Cross]

Cross accepted the shoulder gratefully. With the man's help they reached the woman's ship. His burns ate at his conscious mind. Silver flecks floated across his vision as every step was pure agony. But, something kept him going. A faint buzzing in the back of his head that something needed completing. A sense of some sort of task that needed doing. He sat down beside the ship as the woman boarded her vehicle. Then came a faint hum along the wind. A melody that seemed to enrapture the Trandoshan.

Such sweet vibrations

He craved more. He longed to hear her again. The spines along his back stood up at the sound of such a pleasing chord. Then she spoke.

To Mugg Fallow. You must follow your father's footsteps..

The message rang out clear and true to him. As if someone painted the song upon the flow of the ether. He could hear her words in the back of his mind, but when he tried to capture them they passed like water in a stream, leaving only a faint sense of purpose. He had to find the source of this ambrosia. The source of this magic, for surely this was not the force… But, a God.

He thought of Master Sissk. Who had raised him since he was but a hatchling. How he had given Cross the name Draconis after Draco's nature within the force had been revealed to them. A fire empath. Truly a gift that warmed the scales. He told Cross stories of the ancient fire breathing beast he was named after and Draconis delighted in the tales. All was but ash now. It made Draconis resent his very being. A fire empath…

He would find whoever did this and release an inferno upon them!

Yes… Let your anger flow through you

Even the Goddess wanted vengeance. Hatred upon her raking voice sounded even sweeter. He would oblige himself and his new friend. That strange whisper upon the wind. But, first he needed to get master Sissk saber. It felt wrong to leave such a personal item to the Kath hounds… His mind swirled and he realized he had been sitting by the ship in silence for sometime.

For a moment not even the pain had touched him. Something to do with that echo? He pondered for a moment but as remembrance of the burns returned so too did the pain. He coughed and spit up blood. He desperately needed relief. But, before they could go he needed Master Sissk saber… “Perhaps there will be more answers in Master Sissk room,” he replied between gasp during his coughing fit

Padd Roxsie

 

[Roxsie]

To her surprise, and somewhat anger, another person showed up. This one a human male, she narrowed her eyes at him. A failure on her part probably for not noticing him when she'd noticed the trandoshan. Too distracted. It could have cost her and she didn't like that. She didn't trust this one either. Maybe less than the trandoshan, at least the trandoshan looked damaged enough she felt she could handle him easily. But she had nothing to go off of with this other one. Still, it meant less work for her for now. "Some." she acknowledged to him, waving them both to stay back while she went inside. Trying to keep a sense open for where they were in case they tried to come inside as she quickly searched for the supplies.

She'd be back out before long however, eyes and sense of the force ever aware of the threat either of them may pose as she started trying to work on the trandoshan. It was not the most gentle touch by any means. But it was fast, and efficient. She wasn't here to nanny them, just keep him alive enough. He didn't seem exactly lucid, and that made him an unreliable narrator for the time being.

"So you saw me land, did you notice anything before I got here?" she asked Padd semi-suspiciously as she continued, before hearing Draconis Cross mention some 'master Sissk's' room. His coughing wasn't exactly comforting on his survival chances. But he was also a trandoshan, so maybe that was something he could heal from more easily. "What do you know?"

She insisted again as she handed him some spare bacta and set the medpac itself aside.

 

[DELETEME]

Padd obeyed the female and stayed outside with the Jedi as she entered her ship in search of medical supplies. As she returned and began to treat him, the Trandoshan mentioned something about Master Sissk in between coughing fits. The name was not familiar with Padd, but that was not surprising. The Jedi Order, as part of the Alliance, had grown into its own military, in size and mind. Too many nameless warriors fighting for a government nearly as corrupt as the Empire.

Finally, the woman asked the obvious question. “The Jedi,” he responded. “Visitors came. The Jedi attacked.” Padd was not exactly being forthcoming, but the truth was much more complicated and messy. “A fire started during the fight and spread across the establishment.” He looked over at the injured third party. “He is one of the Jedi.”

Before she could ask anymore questions, Padd turned the inquisition around. “This so-called sanctuary is pretty isolated. What were you doing out here?”


———
Roxsie Draconis Cross

 

[Draconis Cross]

Cross drank from one of the bacta dispensers greedily, then rubbed more upon his seared flesh. Relief from the burns he had endured came quick. Like cool rain on a desertous world. Cross sighed at the moment's respite.

"We came to pick up kyber," He spoke, his voice like raking leaves "We had decided to stay the night here. I remember going to bed in the sanctuary… But, when I awoke I was out in the wilderness," He paused for a moment as the whispers finally faded away granting himself clearer thought. "Someone had put the place in lockdown.." He paused for a moment as he thought of his friends roasting alive. But, the comforting whisper presence was there. Like a serene being chastising it's child They were weak It spoke, the soothing sing-song worming through the gray matter of his brain.

"The rest you can guess for yourself.." He said simply.

He couldn't remember what happened. But knew answers lay inside. He picked himself off the ground and ignored the others while he headed back through the sanctuary doors, kicking up tufts of ash as his feet hit the ground, his stomach twisting in knots. He made it to Master Sissk chamber and rammed the door with all the strength he could muster. He hadn't realized it but the tears had returned. He hated that he showed so much vulnerability in front of strangers. Emotions were not the Jedi way.

His master lay upon the floor, cradling the distress signal and his lightsaber chamber. The saber was empty of any sort of crystal and Cross picked up the empty weapon. He held it to his breast like a prized trophy. The kyber for the chamber was in the basement. But, Cross had no desire to stay any longer than he had too. He grabbed hold of the beacon and played back Master Sissk's last moments.

The distortion from the smoke was great and most of the message appeared to be white noise.

"Causstik has awoke… hoped for more time.. Rage calls… must go to Mugg Fallow," Cross eyes dried at the sound of master Sissk baritone brass voice.

His master's tone had always comforted him before. He would avenge Sissk. He would find the responsible party and make them pay. Causstik was his Father. A renowned pirate warlord. Perhaps his cronies had sought revenge. It seemed his next destination was Mugg Fallow… He was sure he would find more answers there.

Padd Roxsie

 

[Roxsie]

Well, the stranger human was cooperating at least. That was good. Padd explained that visitors came and the jedi attacked, fire got started mid combat. Huh, maybe it really was pyrokinesis then. Especially if the visitors were sith, that seemed more their style but she imagined some jedi had it too. She raised her brows as he pointed out that Draconis Cross was one of the jedi, "A trandoshan jedi?" she repeated half skeptically, then looking at him. However he almost immediately asked what she was doing there too, "Heard a distress call. Figured I'd check it out. I'm a mercenary, might as well. Someone's bound to be ready to give credits. Or be people I can legally take them from." she shrugged. "As far as nearby in general, travel a lot. There's trouble all over the galaxy. Just got to go find the next spot."

She turned to Cross as he tried to go into more detail. She groaned a bit at the lack of detail, getting up and leaning against one of the parts of her ship as she listened. "Can I?" she muttered, "Lots of 'visitors' that could have been the cause."

Roxsie sighed and glanced with a raised brow at Padd as Draconis headed back to the sanctuary doors, "What about you, what were you doing?" she asked pushing off the ship, starting to walk after Draconis and hoping that Padd would follow and answer so she could figure out what was up with the trandoshan. "I'm Roxsie by the way."

Her suspicion of this trandoshan only rose at the words came through, "Causstik? Rage calls? That some kind of sith spirit?" she prompted, then looking back to Padd given he seemed to at least know more than her, "What kind of visitors?"


Padd Draconis Cross

 

[DELETEME]

”Wrong place, wrong time,” Padd answered, joining Roxsie in her pursuit of the Trandoshan. “The visitors were inquisitors.” He left off the fact that he was following them. And that they were all now dead. “Looking for trouble is an interesting way to live,” he commented, contemplating her curious response.

He listened to the voice in the recording ramble on about the Causstik and the Mugg Fallow. ”I don’t know what that is about.” Padd was not very familiar with Trandoshan customs, and these phrases were foreign to him. “It is good that you found the Trandoshan. He would have died if you hadn’t lucked upon him.”

Padd approached the crying Trandoshan slowly, unconsciously feigning caution when none was necessary. He placed his hand gingerly on a scaly shoulder. “What do you remember?” Padd asked him. “Tell us.”

———
Draconis Cross Roxsie

 

[Draconis Cross]

Cross stared at the woman for a moment suspiciously before returning the favor of introducing himself "I am Draconis," he said simply. Uttering the name his master had given him shook him to the core. The T'dosch had been like a father to Cross. He would remember his adoptive family well.

"We were coming to get a new kyber crystal for master Sissk saber," He panted, a lump forming in his throat "We had arrived late and so decided to stay the night. I fell asleep in my cot," he paused for a moment before looking cautiously towards the humans.

"My father claimed the Scorekeeper spoke to him.." he whispered faintly. He didn't want to sound superstitious or crazy but he was starting to believe the tales of his father were true "Yesterday she spoke to me for the first time.. She wants me to go to Mugg Fallow," he said hurriedly, unable to hear the excitement bleeding into his own voice. To please the scorekeeper…

"There's a Trandoshan colony there," he spoke as memories and visions of the horrid place flashed before his eyes "The T'dosch there worship something called the rot god, and the scorekeeper of course. My true father, Causstik, founded the place…" Draconis paused for a moment as he began deciphering Master Sissk final words. A moment later he felt how much Sissk really meant to Cross. The mentor was more kin to him than his own blood..

"Perhaps my fathers warband ambushed us here?" He spoke hesitantly. Whatever the case he would find out when he got to Mugg Fallow. He just needed a way.. He stared at the woman as his mind began to race with ways to convince her of what needed to be done. The scorekeeper demands it! Master Sissk deserves justice!

"You are a mercenary, yes?" He said cautiously "My father was rich… I can make it worth your while if you'll take me there. There should be plenty of loot for all three of us!" He tried hard to not let desperation seep into his voice. But, this needed done!

Padd Roxsie

 

[Roxsie]

"Mm, common problem isn't it." she answered on his explanation. The attackers being inquisitors was an interesting problem, but not necessarily unexpected. It would explain at least a good portion of the issues involved if true. She just chuckled at his own comment to her own way to live, "That's most jobs isn't it though, it's just the intensity of the trouble that changes."


She hummed at his comment of her saving him, "I guess." she sighed. That wasn't technically her goal of being here, but...maybe it was a good thing regardless. She could accept that. It was at least something. She gave "Draconis Cross" a simple nod and smile as he returned his name and began explain to her and Padd.

Roxsie raised her brow at the claim his father said the scorekeeper spoke to him. That was quite a claim indeed, she was pretty sure that was supposed to be a trandoshans god...or goddess? Her eyes went from raised narrowed however at the claim she also was speaking to Draconis, "Sure it's not just a telepath...or madness?" she questioned.

He did at least have a location though, apparently those trandoshans at least had one more god. She didn't realize there was a pantheon. But she supposed there weren't that many religions with only one god were there? She matched his gaze as he continued to explain, and then began to make her an offer, stroking a couple strands of hair in thought before flicking them back into place, looking between the trandoshan and Padd.

Shut her eyes and then let out a groan, before looking back up and smiling, "Sure. This'll be something new."

Padd Draconis Cross

 

[DELETEME]

The more Cross explained, the less sense the story made. But the Scorekeeper was at least a familiar term. Padd had heard Trandoshan bounty hunters mention it — or her — when celebrating bounties. It was usually the ones they brought in dead. A hell of a goddess.

”You said Mugg Fallow. Where is that?” Padd was not interested in the promised riches. And he was not interested in helping Cross. He had even considered killing him not long before. But something called to him now. The closer he got to his goal, the more the corruption took hold. It had become increasingly difficult to decipher whether it was the Force guiding his path or the evil that had taken refuge inside, that he fought at times and let in at others. Was there even a difference anymore?

There was something waiting for him, perhaps at Mugg Fallow, perhaps along the way. It would unveil itself in time. “I’ll help,” Padd finally said, committing to the journey.

———
Draconis Cross Roxsie

 

[Draconis Cross]

Cross relief was obvious. He barely knew these sentients and yet they were willing to help. Truly the scorekeeper was with him! He clipped master Sissk saber to his belt and then his eyes narrowed as the whisper wormed its way into his ear once more. Force users! Their hearts will make fine collections… Bring them to me! The voice was bliss and his mind sank into melancholy anathema at its leaving.

He turned quickly to face his new companions with a frown upon his face. "You two are Jedi come to help yes?" He was unsure about Roxsie. Perhaps one of the rogue monks? But her willingness to be of service was all Cross desired for now. The other was an even greater mystery. Cross stared at Master Sissk's corpse for a moment and knew his master would say he should simply be grateful for the help.

"It matters little I suppose…" he said while stroking his chin then he began again "The Rot God is a hive mind native to Mugg Fallow. It infects life and unifies it. It is not a true god… But, my father derived a drug from its being with which he enslaved countless creatures." He studied his friends like a predator, sizing them up.. Searching for weakness. He smiled briefly as the Scorekeeper's words came crashing through his mind again. He gave his head a little shake as he came out of his momentary stupor.

I cannot betray my new friends; they are here to help! Then a reply from across the void. Pathetic… Even the insult held a note of sweet honey

He continued while he attempted to make out the sirens words. He gave up as the scorekeeper's song slipped away into the nether

"Most of the inhabitants at this colony are slaves. It is very dangerous for non-Tdoshok. It is located in the tingle arm," He took his eyes away from master Sissk cadaver and felt his heart drop as he patted the empty saber clipped to his thigh for reassurance. This was goodbye. But, so long as Cross had the saber a piece of his master would live on.

"We can take the resem run to get there," he finished quietly before making his way out of his master's quarters "It is a treacherous hyperspace route, but with the scorekeeper's continued guidance I am sure we will make it," He spoke over his shoulder

Roxsie Padd

 

[Roxsie]

Roxsie frowned at the question of them being 'two jedi' and very nearly scoffed, she couldn't keep the condescension out of her tone, "Not everyone's a jedi or a sith." That was perhaps too harsh for someone who lost nearly everything. But she didn't apologize. He was just some stranger asking for help. He had something for her to do, it didn't mean she had to oblige his weird ideas about force users.

Padd had a rather important question. Where even was this location they were heading to. And Cross had some answers on that, and on this 'rot god'. Answers she wasn't so sure she liked that much. Some kind of hive mind. Great. Cause she wanted to deal with that didn't she. She'd heard of things like the killiks, if it was one of those, the rebreather should at least help right? That or she could just kill all of the ones she came across.

So lots of slaves, fantastic. And some treacherous hyperspace route, "I don't believe in your goddess. I'll be at the helm. I'd rather not find out you had some hallucination and crashed us into a star or something by going off course." she said looking to her ship...well, he'd have to be on board now. It wasn't like she could drag him outside of it, nor would she. That was just a bit too much. She let out a groan, "Look, maybe being a little aggressive. But my point still stands. I don't know any of this goddess stuff, so I'm not gonna rely on it. Fair?"

Padd Draconis Cross

Spoiler: ooc

Sorry, week has just been painful. I try not to delay that long usually.