Two Sorrowful Men

[Arjant Clevenger]

An amateur, something he disliked to admit, was he with the Force. Searched for many instructors that were not Jedi nor Sith, but had his or her code and didn't follow any code from any Order that was bound to it and its leader. That was not how Corrick neither his personality. He was loyal to only himself, trusted in himself, and listened to himself. No doubt, that would bring trouble and bring interference in his studies yet it was a habit that could be tamed for only when he was studying the Arts of the Force. However, things did not seem to be in his favor like always. He found no luck in finding a teacher that would take him up as a student, and would only rely on himself, and study and grasp as much knowledge he could get.

Never surprised him. He never relied anyone at all. Not his half-brother, his sister, or the rest of the Galaxy. As a child, he engineered ways to survive and to adapt the cruel life that he endured and lived for all his childhood and his teen years. During those years he didn't rely or pleaded for help after a long time in that cage of his he once lived once upon a time. During those years of torturing he kept only to himself and became a man without a conscious or a mind, and only focused on himself and power that he always set his sights on. Once those hinges were unhinged and the once incarcerated Corrick took his first steps of freedom he thank those awful years of mistreatment that converted him into something more.

So here he was on Concord Dawn, home a famous and well known Mandalorian called Jango Fett. On this very planet within the Mandalorian realm was the beginning of Fett's legacy that would be carried on throughout eons until this Galaxy would be no more habitable. Would Corrick's legacy start here where this famous Bounty Hunter was born on? Perhaps, but it would start somewhere. Everyone started at some place, whether it be the underground of Corusant, the military, the elite, and so on.

But he would not start out like those factors. No, he would begin with a Master that would help him develop himself and find his own way.

[member=Arumi Zy]

 

[Arumi Zy]

The atmosphere of the Frilled Bantha was one of drunkenness and disorder, chaos and apathy and it stink like stale urine and sweat. This was where the Dark Master and Mandalorian warrior Arumi was currently, this was mostly his sort of place. A dive bar filled with lost souls and dispair, trying to drown out their own misery with cheap booze and cheap women. But as it were Arumi wasn't here on pleasure, in fact he was here on business. One of the local swoop gangs had ripped off a shipment of ZyTech Security Blasters and he wouldn't stand for that, it cost him money and it was a bad precedent.

The Lord had already made his assertation and the gangsters were circling around him not knowing that they faced death incarnate, an ancient and abominable force. They came at him all at once, though loathe to kill Mando'ade he viewed them as Dar'manda, beneath him. With a side step of the first fist coming towards him he shot his hand out deflecting the blow and sending its user off balanced to the side. A flurry of fist came into the mans kidneys, the dark one dropped low to avoid a kick and went into a leg sweep, coming up quickly he caught a knife weilding fist in his hand. A snap followed as he broke the mans wrist, catching the falling blade he twirled sending the captured blade into the belly of a man holding a blaster. By this time the entire bar seemed like it was on him, he was outnumbered and outgunned, well not out numbered or outgunned but the enemy didn't know it.

" First and only chance to leave now" he spat as a fist came in from the side and connected to his mouth only slightly budging it and causing a line of blood to run down his chin. He saw the flicker of weapons and his hand slowly went into his fur coat, feeling the hilt of his lightsaber, his hand went past further to the Besk'ad. No reason to let the cat out of the bag just yet.

[member="Corrik Rade"]

 

[Arjant Clevenger]

A drink was what he desired this moment. He barely drank which would surprise people knowing how violent and aggressive Corrick was when he was ticked off. And he was settling at a cheap bar with, obviously, cheap alcohol. Time for cheap beer. Mando Lite was probably popular among this planet due to how cheap it was and the pathetic taste it contained. Maybe he could make some connections in this bar that could help him advance to his goals. What he didn't know was that on the other side of the doors a fight was stirring up that could trigger at any seconds with any reason.

The Dark Jedi opened the doors leading to the inside of the bar and saw weapons drawn out, quick glances were shot at Corrick, and returned their attention to one man in the cantina. Wondering he was aof what was going on, but he could feel some presence in the building that beamed out of this crowd. Only one person in this room had a force signature on them, and he was eager to seek out that person. At this level he was amateur with the Force, but he could utilize some Force techniques like newbie Padawans and Acolytes.

"What do we have here?" A curious Corrick asked the crowd as his hands went to the hilt of his lightsaber that clung on his belt to be ready in case someone dared to attack him. Patrons looked at him and saw the actions of his right arm and saw his lightsaber. "A Force User," one shouted out and half of the people put their attention on the Animal. They would sell him and his saber for profit due to the greedy background of these men.

Typical which didn't surprised him at all.

[member="Arumi Zy"]

 

[Arumi Zy]

[member="Corrik Rade"]

His Besk'ad whirred and chopped as the twin pair worked their way through the crowds meat. The gang members had no possible chance to survive, to win this fight yet they continued to come in. They had to know by now he was a force that their lives had been forfeit the moment they attacked and the moment they decided not to retreat. It took only a handful of seconds before the floor grew slick with blood and writhing bodies, their leader pulling out a heavy blaster and aiming it at the Dark siders back. Before he could squeze the trigger Arumi had done a 180 and sent one of his Beskad flying, planting it into the mans breast.

" Peh... Pathetic" he said as he moved over to the freshest corpse to reclaim his beloved blade. He looked over to a new new comer " come to test you metle?"