When There Is Nothing Left

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Seden Sin"]
[member="Salvor Arnex"]
[member="Zetha Vesh"]



The ship removed itself from hyperspace, a small shift within the hull made Romeo look down at his feet as if the floor would rip out from under him. Of course, this was just the fear he had of flying, something about it just made him unnerved. Salvor, and Celty were somewhere on the ship as well, but Romeo had taken his presence somewhere deeper into the ship where he could meditated alone, and in peace. If such a thing even existed. What Romeo despised the most about this whole trip was that the fact that the One Sith was no longer his enemy, he had no reason to attack them, or rebel against them. He was too old for that foolish nonsense. With it's new leadership, and his father long gone, there was nothing on Coruscant that put him, or his family in danger anymore. It was..disheartening if not boring and Romeo knew that was not how one should think about the whole thing.

Walking back up to the cockpit, they would be landing on the upper level of Coruscant, near the tower in which most of his businesses were controlled from. Something wrinkled in the Force, something familiar yet very much lost to him. Crystal. Her presence was very strong here, at least to him, he could feel her a mile away, if not across the side of the galaxy.

"It appears we have reached our destination Salvor."

Romeo spoke into a comlink.

 

[Zetha Vesh]

Purple eyes that hold too many secrets stared up at the passing ships. Sure, one contained the Dark Jedi that held the keys to her destiny, but she didn't know that. To her, those were just ships. To her, there was no destiny or fate except the one you made for yourself. Nothing was predetermined by some 'cosmic higher power'. The young woman leaned against the wall of a store, near the business tower that marked the border between the wealthy and the scum. She hugged herself, and for a moment she felt the roughspun cotton of Jedi robes under her fingers. She blinked and the feeling was gone, replaced with the correct feel of the leather of her jacket, cropped to reveal her copper midriff, open to expose a dark red wrap around her chest. Black pants, a few pieces of red armour, a red utility belt. The colours clashed with the dark blue patterns on her white lekku, especially clashed with her eyes, themselves surrounded by red makeup, standing out among the neutral white of her facial markings. The two scars on her left cheek were yet another place to look at as one would study her face.

A very loud voice caught her attention, and her eyes moved to stare at a large Chiss. He was harassing a few Twi'lek women across the street. Zetha's Jedi training told her that she should step in to protect the women, but she didn't move. She didn't care about them. She hated the Jedi way. Why should she help them? She did not believe in Karma after all. This didn't affect or involve her. She had no right or reason to get involved.

[member="Romeo Sin"]
[member="Seden Sin"]
[member="Salvor Arnex"]