Awake. Questioning if it was morning or night in the sunless space of the Feriae Junction, Elliot was finally awake after a brief slumber. He had hardly been able to fall asleep since his time arriving in the tradeworld. He hadn't the credits to afford a proper place of rest and was mostly residing in the damper depths where the outlaws roamed. The fortunate part was that he hadn't any valuables besides the shoto that Norman gifted him. Norman...If only I'd listen sooner. Elliot stood up, using the meditative techniques his master had taught him to allow a peaceful rest. Hiding his lightsaber, Elliot decided to see if he could stumble upon any kind of work. Keeping quiet and a low-profile, there wasn't much for him to worry about. Roaming the halls of the tradeworld, he had overheard a few bounty hunters listening to a transmission that sounded much like it was coming from TSE forces that had visited...and likely destroyed Elliot's old home.
Listening in and focusing on the transmission, whispers in Elliot's head grew more distinct and clear. "Find the Jedi's boy. We will pay a handsome sum, and we know that the refugees came here thinking it was outside of our reach...Find him, and bring him in dead or alive. Double the credits if alive." Elliot, concerned that he would be hunted, kept his hood up and moved along. The transmission was for those on the Feriae Junction, so there wouldn't be much of the outside coming him. Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before the bounty hunters caught a whiff of him. I need to leave immediately, but how? Moving along the station and into another section, he would see the grand market and all of its people. What he did have to be careful of was any bounty hunters from his former home recognizing him, which made it even more imperative that he find a way out of the no man's land.
Elliot eventually stumbled upon a vendor of less professional appearance. A seer of sorts that called Elliot over with a rather slender appearance, almost human-like except for the two tentacles dangling from its face. White eyes indicated its blindness and it spoke with a whispering voice. "You, boy...You are very peculiar. Troubled, even. Sit down for a while, yes?" Elliot pointed at himself, looking around before the being nodded. "I did not mistake you, you may sit." Elliot complied, feeling almost compelled to. A strange ringing occurred in his head as he sat down in front of the seer. It felt as if many had gazed upon the two, but Elliot ignored it. "Well, for what do I owe the pleasure?" Elliot put his hands together and took a meditative pose, looking carefully at the human-like creature. "Well, I must say you are a troubled one indeed. Your future, I tell?"
Nervously, Elliot nodded in agreement merely from his curiosity. He wanted to know what the seer would say about his future, watching the creature reveal a bowl with a brilliant liquid filling it. "I see many things in this bowl. Tell me, your name?" Elliot hesitated, knowing that he had to be careful who he revealed his name to. "Ozy." The being smiled slowly, staring into Elliot's soul despite being presumably blind. "I know that is lie. I can sense it, I can smell it. Tell me, your naaaame..." Elliot heard a subtle buzzing and felt something resound throughout his body. It was almost as if...he was being coerced. Closing his eyes and taking deep breathes, he refocused.
Elliot remembered Norman would invade his mind as a way of training his mental fortitude, but never taught him exactly how he did so. But in the moment, the boy knew that the being was doing something similar. The being grew visibly agitated, and the buzzing became more distinct as Elliot focused. Opening his eyes, the buzzing faded and all sense came back to the boy. "I think we are done here." Standing up, the being snarled and brandished a dagger, which prompted Elliot to be quick to the draw with his blaster, pointing it in the being's face. "Don't move. I'm walking away now." Elliot spoke plainly, holstering his blaster as he walked away and left the seer be and the seer did the same. However, the presence of hostility was near beyond the being that threatened to control his mind. People were watching, and they were closing in.
Looking over his shoulder, he could tell he was being followed by several separate figures. Moving to disappear in the crowd, he eventually slipped into an open corridor, blaster in hand and still hiding his lightsaber. A few of the figures followed, brandishing their own blasters. Prepared, Elliot shot two of them down and as the third attempted firing, Elliot pushed his free hand forward, stopping the laser shot mid-air while struggling, a noticeable ripple in the air as the laser inched forward extremely slowly. Trying to maintain his focus, Elliot shakily aimed his blaster and shot the now-apparent bounty hunter dead before tumbling to the side to avoid the laser. Panting and barely breaking a sweat, he noticed their emblems were of a company from his home. Of course...which that means there's more of them hunting me. Leaving the corridor and disappearing once again into the crowd, he kept a sharp eye on those that would follow him.
That is when he would come upon a "totally legitimate" kyber crystal vendor. Seeing all the shining crystals, knowing real ones were very much illegal, he approached. "What...what are you doing?" An argument ensued between the vendor and Elliot on the legitimacy of the crystals, knowing how shameful it was to imitate the crystals used by Jedi to make their lightsabers. Elliot was angry and curious, likely to draw much attention from watchful eyes but letting his passion get the better of his position.
Edited by Elliot Drake, 02 December 2019 - 04:22 PM.