Which To Bury; Us or the Hatchet

[Jarven Zexxel]

Relovian. Island Mansion. The more he thought about it, the more he felt as though he should know something, the more he felt frustrated.

His frustration gave way to hints; clues to follow as he searched possible places where one could own an island mansion on that planet. As he researched and poked around, there was one particular area of privately owned property that stood out among the rest. Logic dictated that he shouldn't just go off to see if it was legit, but Jarven's mind wasn't right.

Instead of rounding up a posse and fully equipping himself, he wore the same gear from Tatooine (revolver in shoulder holster and civvies) and came alone. Although, he did have a pair of handcuffs on his person this time. And, no, not the fuzzy kind. His mind was feverish. The more he thought about Miss Blonde, the more he came to demonize her as a sort of "root of all evil".

He'd read the official reports on the multiple horrible things she'd done while in control of the Black Tie Syndicate. She was cunning, devious, dirty and downright despicable in his mind. She must have been planting seeds in Lusk's mind about Jarven so as to make him falter in his conviction to bring her down. Wife? More like cover story to trip him up with empathy and self-doubt so she could more easily shoot him in the head.

As much as he desired to put a bullet in her head and be done with her legacy of terror, he could not do that unless under extreme circumstance. Through her spreading of suffering, her judgement did not lay in Jarven's hands alone. She was inter-galactic. The people deserved to sentence her, as would be fitting of the laaawwwwwwww.

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He set down on the beach of this island property in his Guardian and didn't like what he saw. It was nothing but a burnt husk. Lusk must have been losing it. The place had to have been long abandoned. Maybe there was a clue to be found in there. If anything, searching the ruin was a better use of the trip than just turning back around and leaving immediately.

He stepped over the threshold where a charred piece of wall was barely sticking out of the ground. He paced around the messy, semi-open confines of the burnt abode. At one point, he stopped and looked down at his hands. He faintly remembered holding something in his arms and hands here...no, it hadn't been a weapon. It was more like a bundle of...something. He lowered his hands and kept looking around.

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[Miss Blonde]

Jarven would sift through old blackened wood and burnt remains of memories, and he's certainly see something of interest. Something that was almost life changing. It was a picture frame, and inside it was of course a picture. But of what? It was an image that could bring on a multitude of emotions from sadness, anger, confusion, whatever it was that rattled in his overcooked brain these days. It was an image of a blonde woman with bright blue eyes and a beautiful face laying in a hospital bed. She wore a gown and in her hands there was a certainly a bundle, it was their son. A young baby boy and standing next to the hospital bed was nine other than Jarven himself running a hand over Patricia's head and looking down at his son. Maybe it would convince him that this wasn't a hoax, and maybe he'd gain some memory back.

But memories wouldn't be the only thing returning to Jarven on this island. Not too far away on another island owned by Blonde, the crime lord received a message from her home's old security system that an intruder was there. All the cameras had been all but burnt out and the only remaining sensors barely worked. But they were enough to inform her that someone was stalking the island she paid the local government to make sure didn't exist on any maps. So it was a bit troublesome.

Now she had a few options, she could send a kill squad and go dispose of whoever was out there. Or she could confront mystery man herself. Personally she preferred option B. So she quickly loaded up on her gear, mask, and suit before standing up and walking outside onto the beach of her estate.

As she stepped outside the force swarmed around her and enveloped her in a green fire, and just like that she was gone. And standing there on the beach behind Jarven was a very very angry woman who was not to be messed with, whoever was here on her beach was going to face her wrath.

"WHOEVER YOU ARE!! GET OUT HERE AND FACE YOUR DEMISE!!!" She was more than a little upset.

[member="Jarven Zexxel"]

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

This was all too convenient; this house had to have belonged to Miss Blonde at some point. The scant findings were solid enough proof; one such piece of evidence being that of a blonde woman. The name Miss Blonde wasn't exactly a misleading title and, if it was, it was a very juvenile one, like, 'Surprise! I'm actually a redhead! I tricked you because I have no soul, lol!'.

The picture had definitely seen better days. Like the rest of this house, the integrity of the picture was charred and destroyed, yet the contents near the middle were visible: the blonde woman, the baby and only a masculine arm was visible that reached out to her head. The arm likely belonged to whatever man was responsible for that child in her arm, which lead him to another thought that perturbed him.

'Frell. She's breeding.'

His lips contorted in disgust before he dropped the frame and solidly stomped it into the sandy/charred wood foundation of the house. He pitied her kids, rich or not. Corruption only produced more corruption. It was probably only a matter of time until her spawn were as bad as her.

"WHOEVER YOU ARE!! GET OUT HERE AND FACE YOUR DEMISE!!!

The sound startled him and he got close a defunct, rotting wall as a means of cover. He tried to peer around and outside to where he had heard the voice, but...either that person was fast or was using a stealth generator. He quickly undid the clasp on his holster, freed his revolver and cocked it before he slowly moved on to try and catch a glimpse of any tell tale visual shimmer of cloaking. He tried to keep quiet until he was able to make a solid visual of her. It wasn't wise to speak and give away your position until you knew what you were up against.


[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

It was a very safe bet that the crime lord was angry, whoever this joker was had picked the wrong island to come to. So with her mask she would fire up the old life form scanner and find the man's location. As she loaded up her blaster rifle and set it to an overcharge mode to blow him away in one shot, something stopped her from firing once the weapon was primed and pointed at the piece of cover Jarven hid behind. The life sign readings were coming back as Gank, and since all of Jarven's family was dead, that left only one likely option. But it couldn't of been, he was dead. She had just moved on after a year of waiting for him, she was happier and had found love again as sad as it might of been. So if that was him, she was gonna have words.

"Jarven?" The woman said as she lowered her blaster a bit.

"Is... is that you?" Keeping her rifle at the ready just in case she tactically maneuvered herself away from Jarven's ship and made sure to keep her guard up.

So with her body on edge she let the force flow through him and she'd know that presence anywhere. It was him, it was her husband.

"Jarven, I uh. I." Choking on her words with genuine sadness in her robotic voice she conjured her sentence and spoke.

"I'm sorry. I'm so $&@#ing sorry, baby. You were my rock and my moral compass. Without you here... the things I've done. Oh god the things I've done." It was true, he always kept her grounded. She'd never turned her weapons on civilians nor had she ever harmed any innocents. She only killed when necessary.

As emotion started to flood into her she quickly shook her head and forced it out of her. She had heard rumors that Jarven was alive but all her scouts and spies had told her he was dead. So this was all a shock to her, but regardless of the fact she still needed to remain focused. He had flew in on a First Order vessel and she knew that they had done something to warp Preliat to force him to work for them, maybe that's what they did to him.

"Jarven Jr misses you. You missed his sixth birthday, he told me he'd find you no matter what. So just come out slow, show me you're ok and we can go home." All she wanted to do was throw down her weapon and hug him, but she was a notorious crime lord for a reason. She needed to be aware of all the factors despite her emotions.

[member="Jarven Zexxel"]