A Dark Presence ( Ithari )

[Grimm]

@[member="Darth Ithari"]

Grimm was working out on the marketplace, his range of weapons and product was usually a hot sell. Some of the tech was straight from the empire, some from the republic and many other groups. Yet, today was one of those dark days that something felt off. What could he say? He wasn't that in tuned with the force at the moment, but he was still able to notice such things. Grimm only went on his way, trying to sell a E-11 blaster to some smugglers.

 

[Darron Wraith]

@[member="Grimm"]

Unknown World

Clothed in a simple robes, the Sith Master appeared to just be a towering presence making his way through the market. His powers suppressed to the point of appearing to just be a normal man in the Force, he aimlessly wandered. It was on these simple excursions that he sought out artifacts, things that people didn't mean to part with. Markets such as these were the breeding grounds for galactic accidents when powerful objects were sold for a few credits. Most simply would mistake them as simple tokens or old family heirlooms that were basically worth nothing. It was how things usually worked around the galaxy, someone would find something, die and see it sold by a relative or a thief at an insulting price for what it was really worth.

That was what Ithari was there for, and it was why he was masking his power and appearing to just be a passing noble. Then he felt a small surge of power. Curiosity got the better of him, and he headed off towards where he felt the burgeoning darkness. It wasn't hard to move past the petty sadness and angst that the galaxy at large felt, affinity to the darkside stuck out like a sore thumb in small areas like this. It wasn't so much a sense of rage, but more a predisposition to rage or an infatuation with your own self that made the affinity easier to spot. For a Master on the level of Darth Ithari, it was far too easy. He spotted the aura in question, and with his robes pulled over his burly, two meter tall frame, he walked over to the tent to look at the man's wares.

He saw his opening, and took it, although begrudgingly.

"You know the E-11 is no longer used right? The CC-13 has overtaken it as the galactic standard now that Blas-Tech has reworked it's product line." He picked up the old blaster rifle, and looked around. I should have known better, this was high technology for the pitiful world they were on. They wouldn't know the finer points of weaponry, although his body-guard droid that he kept near him when he was using his other name was nearby. Mar was his name, and he was armed with all of his companies newest technology. Jacen would know Blas-Tech's weapons after all, he was the owner of the company, and not a soul knew that secret save the Sith Emperor himself. A chuckle escaped his lips as he set the old blaster down and spoke again to the vendor who had a most curious aura.

"Why is a man such as yourself here? I get the feeling you could do better for yourself."

 

[Grimm]

@[member="Jacen Cavill"]

Grimm was speaking with a few customers, getting a well price for himself to make some money. The unknown planet wasn't much a tech filled sector and his salvaging squad had found the old blasters. They were still a decent shot, even with the advancement of today. He was almost done making the deal, when a stranger had came in speaking of a better blaster. Of course, Grimm knew of the blaster...it was just cheaper to get the older models and sell them on lower tech level planets.

Grimm frowned behind his mask, the smugglers had heard the man and left the table. Another sale lost on this planet and this was such a bad day already. Once the smugglers were gone, Grimm had focused on the man that had ruined his sale today. Yet, he looked different from the other people of this planet...something was off. He only thought of what to say to him, maybe go to hell!

A feeling to do better? What was this guy, so sort of psychic? That was his sale pitch, maybe he was a vendor trying to steal his customers and that meant he was far worse. His partner was looking from a distance but Grimm had told him to stand down. Grimm looked around the area, trying to spot anything out of the normal on this planet. Nothing came to mind from his tent and only focused on the figure once more.

"Well sir, just before you came in to ruin my sale pitch. I was making some money to buy some new wares, the life of a merchant isn't a easy one. Aside from that, do you really believe in such a feeling in me? Even if I could do better, I don't even know where to start." Grimm said trying to lure him in, what was he trying to sell?

 

[Darron Wraith]

@[member="Grimm"]

He had ruined the sale, and a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Well, I'm curious as to one with such a dark slant to yourself would be on a world such as this." Darth Ithari looked around the commoners, and the former noble in him cringed at being around such filth. His experiences in the Empire had tempered his staunch elitism from his time as an heir to being a Count on Serenno. Now that he had finally killed his father and taken the title a few years earlier, he could fully appreciate his high station. Conquest after conquest for his Masters had opened his eyes to how the galaxy really worked, and he knew that the only truth was one too simple for most to comprehend.

That power was everything.

"I offer nothing that you don't already have, but I can show you how to take what you are and do more with yourself." Cavill paced a few steps before stopping to look the vendor right in his masked face. Blue eyes locked on to what was behind the mask, and he held the man's gaze for a moment. A smirk crossed his sharp features as he let a tiny bit of his power flow from him, and he let the darkness wash over the man before him. "Can you believe I was once a broken man who had no path in front of him save for how to survive on a desert planet? I was left to die, yet here I am fully alive and doing better than maybe two people in this entire galaxy." That was the truth, he was independently wealthy, owned the largest blaster company in the galaxy, and was a ruler of a third of Sith space. There were few doing better than him, and Jacen knew it.

"There are paths that lead to far greater than this, and you'd do well to at least consider the fact that there is an opportunity before you."

 

[Grimm]

@[member="Jacen Cavill"]

Grimm only watched the man, he looked more then meets the eyes. He sounded like a noble, the men that knew that they were better than him. The feeling was indeed something that he hated to feel...it was just irrating. He asked why someone like him was here? The reason was as simple as the world, money was the key. He was already making much of it, not enough like many other companies but one day he wanted to start his own firm. There was the chance to do more, maybe do something the universe has yet to see but now was not the time to talk of dreams.

Grimm didn't say anything to him, he let him talk like he knew more. Yet, the feeling coming from grimm knew that the man did know more than most. It was nerve rattling to the bone, that was when the man had released a powerful aura of darkness over him. The feeling had washed over him like a ton of bricks and this put him on edge, he drew his dual blasters and aimed it at the man. It was not out of the strange feeling but out of fear of what this man would do.

The man was a demon, if his story was true but Grimm knew better than to fire his weapon. It might not even do anything for his own safety and tried to rationalize the issue at hand.

"An opportunity to take what I want? Your full of it! Even if your offer is true, what's the catch...there is always a catch!" Grimm spook trying to get the man to show his true colors.