Public A new life on Ank Kit'aar

[Xevnlie BrightScorch]

Having taken some time to adjust to her new life on Ank Kit'aar, Xevnlie managed to find a new place to call her home. Her parents had given her some money to use or exchange for that world's currency. They were always so caring. Her home was a peaceful one. It was on the edge of a fairly large town, with a local bar two streets away. It didn't stand out, or look entirely the same as the rest. One look into her home through the windows would easily tell anyone that she wasn't entirely normal. Books upon books where stacked on 3 large shelves. Some where about Jedi forms, some about lightsaber constructions and styles and others were about different cultures of the surrounding planets. The room was warm, with earthy and marble colours. A desk was set up across the room, with a ton of books where open. But Xevnlie wasn't there, she was instead out at the local bar. Some would call it a cantina, but she called it the wellspring of the local life.

The cantina was as lively as ever, with Xevnlie sitting alone in a booth at the far end of the building. Her clothing was her usual robe like shirt and trousers. Her darkened chrome lightsaber hung on her right side with its golden bands and black highlights slightly flickering with the interior light of the bar. She always drank alone, even though she would be welcome to help or talk to anyone. But she had only moved to the town from her home of Naboo only 4 months ago. Sure, some people had talked to her, but she wasn't that popular with anyone. Her drink, Hubba juice, was one she had every now and then. Her chestnut hair was tied in a low hanging pony tail behind her head. Some people started to leave, but she stayed in her seat. Her amber eyes scanned the room before looking down at her drink, thinking of her activities planned for the day.

 

[Kyyrk]

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I N T E R M I S S I O N​

Voph looked around at the small cantina as he entered. He drew an impressive sight, that much he was sure of. Clad in tanned leather paddings that matched the copper-colored Vylmirium plates, and a rough leather hood that was drawn over a faceless mask (save for the two glowing green ocular sensors), Voph certainly seemed ready for a fight to break out. Especially when one considered the sabers hanging from his waist. While one saber hung from a hook at his right hip, the other rested in a sheath at the small of his back, secured against the elements by a leather pouch that left only a small portion of the hilt exposed. Voph strode through the cantina towards the bar, looking around him as he did. The planet had been receptive to him so far, but rumblings against the Inquisition still occured. And all it took was one over zealous citizen to incite a riot.​

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But, for the time being, everything seemed peaceful. Voph arrived at the bar, and reached up to withdraw his hood, letting it pool over his shoulders. Then, his armored gauntlets reached up to remove his helmet, lifting the faceless metal over his head, and setting it on the bar infront of him. As it disconnected from the rest of the suit, the eyes faded from their bright green glow to a muted glass sheen. The helmet had no onboard power, and Voph had no need of the Ocular sensors when the helmet was not upon his head. Even then, he did not rely on it. He saw such things as an affront to his kind. But it sometimes proved to be a necessary evil. Eshan had shown him that quite clearly.​

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The man revealed underneath wore a simple black cloth over his eye-sockets, and black hair that was pulled into a tight ponytail that trailed down to the base of his neck. Scars adorned his face, and marked him as a man of combat. A veteran of war. He nodded to the bartender with a tired smile. "Corellian Ale, the older the better."​

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It had been a long day dealing with the Inquisition on Ank Kit'aar, and he was glad it was over. Soon, he would be departing for Geonosis once again. But for now, he wanted a drink. There would be time for travel after a short rest...​

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Xevnlie BrightScorch​

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[The Fool]

CANTINA
ANK KIT'AAR
THE CREW OF THE UNDOUBTEDLY - Wynter Rackham

It was one of those unremarkable worlds which all looked the same where you ended up as a point for refuelling and a chance to relax, drink and gamble in the local cantina that looked all the same as any other cantina in the galaxy. Captain Rackham and Hayato had been freighting smuggled goods in the area recently with the effort of setting up a semi-solid smuggler ring; an opportunity that arose only after the Confederates strengthened their borders and raised import tariffs.

Both Wynter and Roman had sat for the past indefinite hours drinking and gambling in endless games of sabacc with Gam, an Abyssin petty thief and Nilem, a Chevin smuggler. Captain Wynter Rackham pulled an Idiot's Array out of his backside; Gam planted his face on the table, Roman grumbled downing another whiskey and Nilem nearly flipped the table.

As if instinctively, Nilem's eyes fell on a lightsaber hilt hanging upon a lone patron Xevnlie BrightScorch at the far end of the establishment. Neither of the other three knew of the Chevin's despise for force users but they were just about to learn. Nilem stood up from the table and glared at the woman with the lightsaber, then, "We dun' take kindly to ya magic chit kind here." he growled at her.

Roman stole a glance at that direction and noticed the lightsaber, despite the shadows drawn at the corner. He'd seen enough of lightsaber hilts for a lifetime. His face soured but attention was the last thing him and Wynter needed.

"Nilem - sit. You're dealing." Hayato ordered reluctantly. He didn't have a good feeling about this. A wary glance at Rackham shared his thoughts to the captain.

 

[Wynter Rackham]

CANTINA
ANK KIT'AAR
THE CREW OF THE UNDOUBTEDLY - The Fool
Xevnlie BrightScorch Kyyrk

As Wynter spread his cards he grinned wildly.

"Well, what can I say, eh? Sometimes ya be losin'...." Thoughtful glance over on to all his card partners. "...and sometimes be winning." As if to illustrate Wynter made to claw the chips on over to his side of the table. He caught that glance from Rowan. A little nod in return. Yeah, yeah, Wynter wasn't allowed to win TOO much. It was his dang luck. Just when his cards got hot, they were supposed to be doing a low profile run. Then again. The cash they would earn with this run from Bannistar Station would more than make up for it.

"Ah, s'fine, lads, ya luck will-"

.....and Nilem the Chevin was off the table.

Stomping on over to some lass nearby. Brows curved there. "Didn't take Nilem for someone who be liking human-" Which was exactly when the Chevin erupted in his aversion to lightsabers.

"Nilem - sit. You're dealing." Came from Roman, before his partner threw him an imploring look. Wynter sighed there. "Dun' mind Nilem, lass. He grouchy he jus' lost a fortune to me. Get ya arse over 'ere and deal, we dun' have time for this." Which didn't stop the Captain of the Undoubtedly from eyeing up the lightsaber on the girl.

Finger tips tapping on the table, while Nilem grumbled his way back to the table. Or would try to anyway.

"-barkeep, lady's next drink is on us, eh? No hard feelings?"

 

[Xevnlie BrightScorch]

Drinking in her own thoughts, she hadn't noticed the group of people that had walked in. One had removed him helmet and ordered a drink, whilst some others played a game with their money. They all seemed to be apart of the same group since they knew one another. When one walked to her and voiced his "hate" against her being a force user. Just realising as he walked away what he meant, she eyed him sharply, but controlled her anger as that would only cause problems. When one of the group ordered a drink on them, she gave that person a polite bow and charming smile. 4 months and not one person had caused her trouble. Thank the gods that it wasn't broken just then. "Thanks" she said as she saw the bartender bring her new drink over, placing it next to her still half full cup. "You lads just arrived in town?" Xevnlie asked the crew of people, innocent curiosity clearly written across her face. She had not taken her mask out today, hopefully nobody took to much thought to her eyes which were a rich amber. Too similar to the warriors who destroyed all they touched, the Sith.

Scanning the room again, she noticed another in the room with a Lightsaber, but his armour looked older than she had seen armour go. Thoughts shifted as to who this person was, and why he was here. Chucking away that thought, she took another sip of her drink and looked back the group.

 

[Kyyrk]

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R E S P I T E​

Voph set a credit chit on the bar to pay for his drink as the bartender prepared it. There was a commotion behind him, and the sounds of chips being drawn towards a victor. Not typically something unusual for an establishment such as this, but the Chevin in their group had something to say. Voph's brow furrowed as he looked to the side, and saw the man stating his displeasure at seeing a Lightsaber-wielding individual in these parts. Voph frowned. They didn't take kindly to folks like them in these parts? How did they make it this far from the space port without seeing a Knights Obsidian Patrol?​

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Oh well, that was neither here nor there. Some people thought the galaxy belonged to them, regardless of who the true power was. Voph nodded silently to the bartender as he was handed a drink, and took a long swig of the dark liquid. He did wonder why the chevin had chosen to take issue with the girl sitting quietly in the corner, and not him. But perhaps the armor marked him as someone not worth crossing. Voph turned around and leaned against the bar, Lightsaber still prominently visible at his hip. He watched the group quietly as he took another sip of his drink. He didn't recognize the girl. He'd have to speak with her later...​

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Tags: Xevnlie BrightScorch | Wynter Rackham | The Fool​

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[Hisashi]

I N T E R M I S S I O N​

Tag: Áine, Kyyrk , Xevnlie BrightScorch , Wynter Rackham , The Fool

Inquisition.

Now there was a world which just rolled off the tongue. In recent days, the cause of the Obsidian Knighthood had been wholly domestic in nature. Gone were the raids into slaver dens alongside the CDF. Enter "politely" knocking on the doors of politicians. There was a lot of standing around. A lot of the Lord Commander growling. A lot of his partner, Áine, being the kinder face to the Obsidian mission. As for Hisashi, he could all but feel his blade going dull. Oh, what he'd give for an old fashioned raid. The most fun part was when they ran - then he could throw things after them.

In the present, the current world was finished with their check. The paperwork checked out. The postering was done. And it was high time for the long journey home. Before this, a pitstop at a local watering hole. Nothing too fancy. Hisashi didn't mind - nothing like the sting of a strong drink to distract him from the unmitigated boredom. So, he sat a table away from the Lord Commander. Feet kicked up like he owned the place. A glass rested in his grasp, filled with the remains of his Brandy. It wasn't his drink of choice, usually, but he ordered for two.

And if his partner was going to drink, it was going to be something remotely fancy. That was just the type of woman she was. In a sense, they were night and day. She was happy as she could be to live in this world of politics. The Inquisition had been a major chance for her to shine. Meanwhile, he was going nuts from the boredom.

Amidst a swig, Hisashi lazily swept his eyes about his surroundings. He noted a few familiar faces from the Knighthood sitting about, a few locals, one loud-mouthed nerf herder who didn't realize he was sitting in a room full of magic chit, and the barkeep. Cute.

"Darling, I think I'm dying." Of boredom. "Whatever will I do?"​

 

[Taiia Locke]

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Location: Ank Kit'aar - Cantina​

Armament: Lightstaff​

Wearing: [X]​

Tags: Kyyrk | Áine | Hisashi | Xevnlie BrightScorch | Wynter Rackham | The Fool​

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Much had changed of late Taiia now found herself with a new Master and also being a part of the Lord Commander's entourage on the way to the next investigation where the confederacy had deemed the Inquisition's presence necessary, that however was not the world they presently found themselves on. This had simply been a stop of convenience, to stretch the legs a bit and at the same time relax as fellow Confederates as well as Master and Student in the case of her and Aine. The young redhead instantly felt out of place as she walked into the cantina but shrugged it off and made her way quietly to the bar.​

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Emerald eyes scanned the room as she walked something about a group nearby seemed to have caught Kyyrk attention, she made no effort to follow his gaze at the moment but instead walked up to the bar to his right and waved over the bartender with a warm and gentle smile "Alderaanian Brandy, if you please" she pulled several credits out and gently laid them on the bar, then she turned to look at Voph and by extension the group that had unfortunately drawn his gaze.​

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[Visanj T'shkali]

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One Of Those Days​

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Sitting alone in the cantina, Visanj watched the exchange in silence. She'd always found it funny that smugglers and thieves - the ones who were bad at their jobs - stood out so much when they tried hardest to go unnoticed. Sipping her drink, she sat there, shrouded in the natural shadow of the room. She too was there on...business. Her blood began to boil when these clumsy fools sought to quit playing one game and begin another. For a woman in the industry, that is to say 'crime', things had always been difficult. For most smugglers, pirates, and other ne'er-do-well types were usually men, and the ol' boys club was quick to reinforce why Visanj never took such primitives to her bed. Stupid and brutish is no way to go through life, she thought.​

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Kyyrk was here too. Vis always liked him. Despite his need for virtue and whatever other silliness he thought to delude himself with, Voph was a warrior, a soldier's soldier and always up for something bold, valiant, and frequently pushing the boundaries of either sanity or taste. Now that is virtuous, Visanj thought, sipping her drink once more. Voph had been out inquiring again, no doubt. He does that. Why must people decide to come to places where bad things are done when they don't want to see bad things? This is why Vis rarely went to such places anymore, too many fething tourists. Whatever happened to the good old days? When one could sit in a cantina, drink something made from ship fuel distilled through a sock, surrounded by scum and proper villains the way the Force intended it to be. Vis' nostalgia was interrupted by the exclamations of someone who apparently felt that his stupidity had gone unnoticed before.​

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She grinned wryly at the comment. Apparently, glow sticks and space wizardry were not welcome here. Vis tapped the Huntress at her side and looked about the room, seeing Hisashi and Áine at the bar as well. Great Jabba's Ghost! Vis thought, Is there a convention? Half-off for Force-users? If there isn't a floor show with Twi'leks in the next ten minutes... Vis began to grow annoyed, yet thankful her meeting was concluded and her 'associate' had left. She sipped her drink again.​

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I have got to get a new bar.​

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[Xevnlie BrightScorch]

Seeing all these new faces she hadn't noticed before, Xevnlie took in some deep breaths and closed her eyes. Using the force as a sort of beacon, she echoed her presence to any in the room who were like her. Not having talked to another Force user before could be interesting, but sadly she was still extremely shy when going straight to people and talking to them. Her mind ignited with a light sense that she was feeling the presence of Force Sensitives in the bar. Not to amazingly common seeing them here of all places. Seeing as she hadn't felt any before for the last 4 months of living here. Her thoughts moved again to her body again, as if her mind was returning to her. Opening her eyes, she had realised that she had early let her cup fall out of her grasp. With the cup inches of falling from her hand, she floated the cup softly and readjusted her grip again. She had been sleeping rough these last few days, so she felt that she could get away with some force use around a crowd that might hate her kind of people.

 

[Hisashi]

I N T E R M I S S I O N​

Interacting With: Xevnlie BrightScorch

There was boredom until...

Hisashi was no expert in describing the movements of the Force. By his partner's own words, he was primal in his relationship to the energy. Instinct as opposed to the elegance of her uses. Thus, when the young woman began her unseen radiance, the Obsidian blinked rapidly. To put it into words...as best he could? It was as if someone had turned on a bright light whilst his eyelids were closed. The sensation was enough that he lowered his glass to the table and tilted his chin, making out the source of the phenomenon. Ah, it was the one the spacers weren't too fond of.

"Ay, you. With the face and the magic chit." he said, speaking just loud enough for her to hear. "Come have a drink with us."

He had to make a concerted effort not to say "it'll be magical" out loud. Rather, he reciprocated her earlier gesture as best he could. A deep breath. A hint of focus - which was a doozy now that he was two glasses deep - and his presence was a bonfire in the Force. Nothing too fancy - nothing too shabby. The gesture didn't last long, as Hisashi soon returned his attention to his glass. In particular, refilling it to the brim and bringing that sweet sweet brown down his throat.​

 

[Xevnlie BrightScorch]

With her eyes back on her drink, she could hear someone. Looking at them, it was hard to tell what they were on about but she could feel the force from him. Taking a moment to look around the room she took her remaining drink, leaving the finished one there, and walked to @Hisashi. Once she reached where he was, she lowered herself down into a seat opposite him and took a sip from her drink. "You're like me?" she asked, her tone slightly quieter than she normally would have talked. Her eyes looked like they glowed with the colour of the sunset as she looked towards one of the only other force users she's seen up close.

 

[Visanj T'shkali]

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Why Not?​

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Vis finished her drink, setting the empty tumbler down on the table before her. Well, she thought, since there's apparently a party...​

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She closed her eyes gently, focusing on the bottle of cheap scotch that she'd been steadily draining all afternoon. It rattled on the bar against the other bottles as it slowly raised from its berth, turning toward her and flying out, only to be caught mid-air by her hand. Opening her eyes, Vis put the cork between her teeth and pulled it open with the all too familiar popping noise as she poured the last drops of the golden elixir into her glass.​

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"No worries, put this and the next round for the house on my tab." She called out, setting down the empty bottle and taking up the tumbler before sliding from her shadowy perch to walk to the bar.​

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"Bet you didn't see that coming?" She said to the blind Obsidian Knight leaning by the bar, grinning at her own joke. "How's tricks, sexy?" Vis said to Kyyrk as the bartender furiously began to fill the order behind him.​

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[Hisashi]

I N T R O D U C T I O N​

Interacting With: Xevnlie BrightScorch

You're like me?

Now there was a loaded question if ever the was one. At face value, the young woman was referring to the display in the Force they had exchanged. But beyond that, were they alike? The next few moments would be all it took to find out. As the young woman approached, Hisashi lowered his feet from the table and scooted his chair forward. His eyes, a mundane shade of brown, met hers for a moment as she lowered herself into the seat opposing his own. Introductions came after he wetter his tongue with another swig.

"Sure am." he answered simply. "A lot of us are, in fact." He then raised his glass, not to take another sip, but to use one finger to point out his peers. Kyyrk , Taiia Locke , and of course Áine. He would have motioned towards Visanj T'shkali if he had any inkling of her talents as well. "The name's Hisashi, I work for the Knights Obsidian. We're people just like you."

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[Xevnlie BrightScorch]

Taking in what Hisashi had just said, she sighed before shaking her head. "The same as every new face in the Galaxy. Wanted to find a place to call my own," Xevnlie said, her mind drifting towards her home on Naboo and her family before jumping back to the present. "I've been living here for 4 months now, and you lot are the first I've sensed at all," she said, slight admiration and loneliness in her tone as she spoke. Her drink once again was sipped before she looked Hisashi in his face. "What about you? What's your story?" She asked her turn to ask something.

 

[The Fool]

CANTINA
ANK KIT'AAR
THE CREW OF THE UNDOUBTEDLY - Wynter Rackham
TRACK ONE

Nilem muttered something inaudibly in his own tongue before he took his seat back and started dealing; the murmuring did not cease. Meanwhile, Wynter worked his charm, something Roman lacked compared to the man, and bought a drink for the girl.

"You lads just arrived in town?" she said curiously and Roman's eyes shifted across his fellow sabacc players with a frown - keep your mouths shut, I will talk.

"No." he replied and that was that. They had to keep attention away from their table. Too much at stake. Especially after the raid on the Diligent cargo freighter a few parsecs away from Confederate space some time ago. A conversation with a girl, and one with a lightsaber at that, was the last thing they needed.

Roman looked at his cards, set them down, lit a cigarette and picked them back up again. The game started but he kept his attention both on the game and on their surroundings. Something nasty was brewing but Gam seemed oblivious as he leaned in and whispered to the rest on the table, "Got a hook in some good cash, if any of you are interested." no one said anything but kept on playing their cards before he added. "Slave trafficking. Massive ring, great margins. In and out of Conf. space-" Roman's scowl interrupted him. "Taking that as a no." Gam pulled himself back on the back of his chair.

"Anything else is fair game." Roman finally said as he drew a card from the pot and wagered some more. A look at his cards - not great, not terrible. A few creds were pushed into the wager. "Rackham can tell you more."

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[Visanj T'shkali]

Choices and Repercussions​

They didn't know. How could they know? Visanj kept her cybernetics a secret, but her ability to eavesdrop on a conversation across a room was not the least of the many, many tricks help up her sleeve. Mentioning slave trafficking, in the presence of the Baroness of Dagata, that was a mistake.

Dagatans long held slavers in contempt. Their worlds had long ago declared it a death sentence, not merely there but anywhere they found it. On our independence day, we still burn slavers through the night, their screams drowned out by the sounds of the crowds cheering. Slavers, their wives, husbands, mothers, even their children, all thrown from airlocks and burned and flayed alive for their sins. Visanj thought about the three thousand she'd recently thrown into the void for this crime. It was not enough. This was Confederate space, Vis remembered, and by my honor, I promised the Vicelord I would obey Confederate law. No flaying. No burning. No spacing. No ending the bloodlines of sinners. But, slavery was a crime in the Confederacy, and she was a loyal citizen. It would have to do.

Setting her drink down on the bar, she inhaled deeply. "Hey Voph! Want to see a magic trick?"

Vis' eyes narrowed.

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[Wynter Rackham]

CANTINA
ANK KIT'AAR
THE CREW OF THE UNDOUBTEDLY - The Fool
TRACK TWO

Wyn kicked his legs back, relaxing, as the room seemed to suddenly get flush with lightsabers and armor.

"Oh, ya know, here an-" Before Wynter could probably reply to Xevnlie BrightScorch Roman interrupted him. A simple, characteristic No. Which earned him a glare from Wynter. Sadly by the time his attention wavered back to the lass, she had already made her way elsewhere. "...and she is gone." A chuckle there, before sipping from his ale.

"Ya know, a little bit of hospitality won't hurt ya, buddy." Over to Ro, before accepting his cards. A finger pointed lazily over at Gam. "And you should know better."

A stretch there as he sighed at the look of his cards.

They weren't that bad. Didn't mean he wouldn't play up his lack of luck.

"That be a dirt trade an' we dun' go in for that stuff." His own thoughts fluttered on over to the Diligent. That had been a mess and a half. It usually was, when they got involved, of course. At least the payin' had been decent. Finally Wyn ended the charade, pushing just a couple of chits on over to the pile, reinvesting his earlier earnings.

"Here- Thyrsus be good business now, yeah?" He murmured softly, drawing them in with it. "They ain't going in with all da peace stuff. They mad, they wanting blood, but they gotta get their stuff out. Eshan is apparently goin' cray. New Queen? Old Queen? Feth it if I know, but there be coin to make here...."

Pausing there, before settling his gaze on Gam again.

"If we don't play dumb about it, ya?"

Wynter was, as of yet, blissfully unaware of any magic tricks about to transpire.

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[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

This cantina was like most. Dirty, backwater and full of scum. Force sensitive scum. Kezeroth himself couldnt talk too much in that reguard. He had after all disconnected himself from the force. For all intents and purposes he was just a normal guy armed to the teeth as he occasionally was seen. Most Gen'dai in the galaxy, the few that remained, could be spotted in heavy armor. It gave their bodies form and protection. Now normally Kezeroth would be seen wearing his issued New Imperial stormtrooper armor but as of late things with the Empire we in need of a break. Least he'd outright murder his brothers in arms.

There was only so much he could handle and the deaths of superiors was too soon of a move, even for him. Citizens and civilians would do nicely. There was a crazed look in his eyes. Lumbering through the low door way of the cantina. For a moment the giant paused and then with heavy foot steps walked to the bar where he could over hear a conversation next to two other humanoids. An Atrisian look-alike and a girl. Both enjoying their drinks, One of them even had a lightsaber. It was then that orange hue eyes followed the mans gesture toward the others.

People he knew? Kezeroth raised a brow and smirked.

"The name's Hisashi, I work for the Knights Obsidian. We're people just like you." That single comment said it all. Considering his last encounter with CIS forces on Atrisia this was all going to be interesting. Lucky for them his affliction was suppressed and very little members of the CIS knew he orchestrated the entire pandemic. Sitting right behind Hisashi and staring at Xevnlie BrightScorch he audibly scoffed as his chair was open in the open. He could of been breathing down the mans neck if he could breathe at all and his eyes

" The knights obsidian. Hahahah. I hear a pitch incoming!" He laughed through his teeth and never let his eyes leave the female or the male. " Bar keep! Bring me a karking Boga noga and it better be the entire bottle! One glass for each of my..heheh..friends here." He demanded with a snarky growl. The red giant had rudely interrupted their conversation, he didnt care one bit and it showed. A grimace stained his face like a wild animal ready to pounce.

" You sound like a well pitched and charismatic trafficker, His-as-shiii." He mocked emphazing on his name after butchering it on purpose. " Id be wary about this one, woman! Because you would do excellent in the a spice mine or on a bounty board or serving a filthy Hutt master." his eyes though bright in hue seemed to darken. The last part of his sentence got lower in tone almost to a whisper.

Was this a threat?

 

[Kyyrk]

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R E S P I T E​

Voph nodded in greeting to Vis as she approached. He wasn’t surprised to see her there, per say, but he was rather surprised that she had opted to settle in at this particular cantina. This was the first he’d seen of her directly on Ank Kit’aar, but then the Inquisition typically didn’t have them crossing paths particularly often. By the time Vis was involved, Voph had usually written his recommendations, and passed it off to the second wave for improvements and technical assessments.

“Vis. Always a pleasure.” He offered her no further recognition, aside from a mock disapproving look at being called “Sexy.” And yet people said HE was the blind one. Voph took another sip from his drink, still watching the group playing their card game. He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Vis suggesting a magic trick. Voph tilted his head as he looked back at Vis in very much a disapproving manner. Not so much questioning why she would do it, but more questioning her methods. But, at the same time, Vis got results, and a good deal of respect from a person like Voph. He sighed quietly, taking another sip of his drink. His voice lowered to an almost imperceptible tone, but the Force carried his words crisp and clear to Vis’s ears. “They can talk a big game all they want, but unless we have something to act on, they’re free to go. Just another rowdy group of drunks.”

Voph turned to set his drink on the bar and was about to signal the barkeep for another drink when a large form stepped into the doorway. Voph turned to look at the newcomer, and watched as he began to butt in on Hisashi and the young woman. Voph sighed quietly. “Looks like we may have trouble on our hands.” Voph reached across and pressed a button on his gauntlet, immediately inciting a response from the eyes on his helmet coming to life, resuming their green glow, even as it lay on the bar behind him. But for the time being he didn’t move from the bar. Hisashi was a capable fighter, if it came to that. But either way, Voph was suddenly wondering about the influx of people on this particular planet that seemed to take an issue with the Confederacy. Perhaps he had missed an important detail in his investigation...

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Tags: Xevnlie BrightScorch | Hisashi | Visanj T'shkali | Taiia Locke | Áine | The Fool | Wynter Rackham | Grrwunhoooll Agaburry​

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