Uneasy Sleep [Not so Solo anymore]

[Noamd]

Nomad awoke once more to the same dream: He was walking on a desert planet with tombs. His friends lay dead at his feet. This was the the fifth time having the traumatic experience. He got up from his quarters and wondered around 'Crystal' Seconds his droid was shut down in a corner, one of his internal systems had gotten damaged and needed repair but Nomad didn't have the parts. He was sitting at his table with his Datapad flashing into his half-closed eyes.

He couldn't find anything of use. He had remembered reading somewhere that force users could see visions of possible futures. He didn't even have the help of Oka. He got changed and left his ship. He was on a forest planet which Nomad visited often.

Nomad walked to a clearing wear a force ghost lived. She listened carefully to Nomad's story she replied: "Such things does happen within the force I'm afraid I can only tell you to try and forget about it, only then will it go away" The advice didn't help. Another dream, but this time it was different: Nomad was on Curascant, wearing bright red clothes but as he walk along a parade he realized all too late the the red was blood.

Nomad then decided to travel to old force user constructs that might contain some clues.

 

[Noamd]

Entering his HWK-290, he engaged the engines and set a course for Tatooine. Knowing the Legendary Luke Skywalker was born there that might count for something.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest was again on the desert planet, but this time he was actually in the space port. In one of the hangers. There he was more or less squatting, but he had a reason. A known drug trafficker was on his way to this hangar, one he had plans to either kill, or capture if he could. With a smile he'd lay and wait, but life certainly had a way of sending a curve ball. [member="Nomad Crimson"] would soon find Krest squatting in his own hangar when he got here, for Krest had messed up the actual number. Oh how interesting this was going to be.

 

[Noamd]

Normally Nomad would've landed in the dune sea but this time he would dock in the Hanger 392 at Anchorhead. Once landed he checked all systems to make sure nothing broke, and he exited his ship. He didn't know he was being tracked however when he reached the elevator he turned around sense a very powerful presence "Who's there!?" he yelled through the echoing hanger.


[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak blinked slow. The one he was looking for wasn't force sensitive. Yet, [member="Nomad Crimson"] was. Enough so to be able to find Krest. He'd stand up, moving out of his dark corner to find the man who spoke to him. "Uh.. Yeah. I'm here. And you're not the person I'm looking for. ... Who are you again?" He came into full view then, glancing Nomad over slowly.

 

[Noamd]

"I'm Sehlirk Rujat," -which was his name but he spoke it in Ryl- Nomad had dark rings around his eyes indicating that he hadn't slept well for days. "And who might you be looking for?" he added eyeing the Zebrak.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Uh.. Well. I'm Krest." The Zabrak spoke level, moving closer to [member="Nomad Crimson"] . Nautolan. A green one at that. He looked over his form, scratching at his own cheek. "Well. This is really awkward honestly. I was expecting a hardcore criminal with a bounty on his head. Instead, you're here. So.. Not sure what to say."

 

[Noamd]

Nomad stroked his jaw in thought, "not sure but I've got things to do" he said rather quickly. and making his way for the elevator once more. "Are you coming?" he asked, hand hovering over the control panel.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I.. Suppose so. I got nothing better to do at this point. I mean, don't even know where my target is.." Good. A reason to follow [member="Nomad Crimson"] . He didn't know much, but the signature was enough for Krest to want to join him. He'd move to the elevator, stepping in with the green pilot. "Where to?"

 

[Noamd]

"I'm heading out the the dune sea for"- Nomad paused to think of an excuse -"Personal reasons" he brainstormed. Pressing a few buttons the elevator shot up to the main level. "Your a force user aren't you?" Nomad asked while waiting for the elevator to reach it's destination.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Personal. Yeah. I can see that." He was sure it was personal, what ever it was. But he did want to know. So for now, he'd go along with [member="Nomad Crimson"] , answering his questions as he asked. "And yeah. I got some skills here and there. Not a master or anything.." A lie, but a well thought out lie. Krest could shrink his signature, and it was something he did just then to well.. Hide. No telling who else was around that could sense him now.

 

[Noamd]

"And judging from what I've seen your no sith" He added. He had never met a Sith up close who he could only guess. The Elevator's doors opened and they were in the spaceport's main room. Ingoring all the merchants and other folk. Nomad turned back to [member="Krest"] "I guess this is where we part ways"

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Nomad Crimson"] would get a raised brow from the red male. "Leaving so soon? Why not take me along, I know these deserts rather well." At least there was no deception in what he said. Slipping his hands behind his head he'd step out beside the green man, looking around. "Let's get to where you wanna go."

 

[Noamd]

"Alright" Nomad said uneasily. "Can you take me out to the dune sea east of here?" he asked, there might be caves there that could hold something to get rid of the visions or a clue to something that did.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

With a grin Krest would lead on, slipping his hands behind his head. He wouldn't bother looking behind him to see [member="Nomad Crimson"] following, he'd just sense the boy out instead. He wasn't one for conversation, keeping his mind rather blank. Signature small, lead on to the sea. That was pretty much it for Krest.

 

[Noamd]

Nomad wasn't talking much either. His mind was focused on his dreams. He just silently walked behind Krest, eyes pointed to the sand. He also wondered how he could sense a powerful presense in the hanger but no longer now.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"So, what is it you're lookin for? I might know it." Krest finally spoke after they got out of the city, beginning the trek into the endless sands. He kept his eyes forward, but he'd listen for the boy. It may be a long walk, may be short. Sometimes idle conversations would be good. [member="Nomad Crimson"] seemed a good option.

 

[Noamd]

"Honestly... I don't know" Nomad repiled to the question "Something that can teach me to get rid of dreams" he added. Nomad didn't know why but he felt like he could trust Krest. "May I ask who is your force teacher?" he asked.


[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Well. No one." His signature would no longer be purposely suppressed at this point. The Zabrak would turn to [member="Nomad Crimson"] , offering a faint shrug. "I haven't had a master in a very long time. But enough about me. Tell me of these visions. I might be able to help you out with that." He had stopped walking at this point, standing in the middle of the desert with an aquatic person. Ironic in one way, but he was okay with it.

 

[Noamd]

Sensing the powerful presence once more Nomad put 2 & 2 together and knew he had dampened his own 'feild'. Stopping with [member="Krest"] Nomad began to explain the dreams he had. "It started a few weeks ago; I had a dream where I was on a desert planet with what looked like tombs or temples, but all my friends they were.....dead by my feet, I awoke after that and shrugged it off. The only thing was I kept having that dream almost exactly the same each time." he had 'forgotten' to mention about the dream of Curascant.

[member="Krest"]