First Reply Agony And Mystery

[Drane T'keen]

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Spoiler: Music OOC

Thinking back, he couldn’t quite remember what had drawn him to this planet. Catonica was a bit like a tonic that existed in the Outer Rim, away from centralized civilization in a way, and that was its own draw. It had one sun and at least two moons, a desert world that wasn’t Tatooine, and that was its own change of pace, to be honest.

Maybe it was the similarity in comparison, the sand in his hand, never irritating, ever welcoming. Perhaps it was the cactus, with its symbolism of endurance. Perhaps it was the fathier, fast and majestic, if sought after by slavers as if they were never much more than beasts.

And maybe he could relate, this Thyrsian. This hybrid. This something-in-between. He was different. Even amid the Sith. He knew it. He wasn’t interested in the politics of his faction. He didn’t care about who was king or queen, Dark Lord or Dark Lady, so long as he could be.

Maybe that is why I cannot unlock it… Drane T’keen mused as he stood outside a casino in the city of Canto Bight. Draped in a black leather jacket, arms over a railing of a walkway, a path on a cliff where over the edge stretched endless liquid, and behind him passed a stream of pedestrians, disinterested in his presence.

The Sea of Catonica was considered to be the galaxy’s largest artificial ocean. It was a painting, really; an artist’s expression, and illusion. Is this holocron any different? He held it in his grip, though it was concealed within a velvet cloth, violet, and could only be sensed by a Force-sensitive.

“Just a mere trinket from a bygone age, I guess…” Drane whispered. After all, Sith tokens like this one ought to be opened relatively easily even by mundanes. So why can’t I open it? He sighed into the wind, a coastal breeze slipping in between his breaths, playing with his hair. Buyer beware? A silly expression. If relevant.

 

[Ranni Mildall]

Tag: Drane T'keen
Outfit: Current outfit​

Ranni had never been to Catonica before. To be honest she never had a reason to go, to her it was just a much fancier and cleaner Nar Shadda. But she heard some of the hotels there were pretty nice and after getting a score from a hutt she owed a favor to, she figured maybe try something new and go out and see what Catonica had to offer. She'd only been there a day and while she enjoyed where she stayed, the tranquility seemed a bit unsettling. She couldn't deny there was the beauty of a lavish casino resort sitting in the middle of a desert. But then she remembered this was a casino resort in the outer rim. There was probably shit going on here with innocent people caught in the middle.

While in her hotel, she was bored and chose to wander around and take in the scenery. Maybe she'll find something that'll entertain her. As she strut the promenade, the artificial sea in the moonlight was something to gander at. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that the artificial sea was the product of vanity. But Ranni couldn't help but feel amazed at the aesthetic as well as praise those who worked tirelessly to make something like this possible. How far did this go? She wondered to herself. Maybe there was a way to find out but she was content with the mystery.

As she continued, Ranni couldn't help but notice what looked like a Thyrsian? She couldn't tell, she only met one or two. He seemed pretty deep in thought about something, it was probably the object in his hand. As she got closer, she made sure to be in the man's periphery so as not to spook him. "You didn't steal that from the archives did you?" She teased. She wasn't afraid to let him know the fact that she was a sith, she was curious to see what his reaction would be.

 

[Drane T'keen]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

From the corner of his eye, as he spied the horizon beyond bright blue hues, Drane spotted a black figure, a sliver of darkness, though he did not turn to her as she spoke. Archives. There was some truth to it. She might be Jedi, she might be Sith, or neither, but either way she was clearly Force-sensitive in order to recognize the object beneath the velvet cloth to begin with.

“No,” Drane admitted, gaze fixed on the ocean. “I pried it from the cold dead hands of a bleeding witch.” There was no grimace on his countenance, no grin on his lips, his tone deadpan. “Kidding.” His lips curled at the corners, his black gold irises turned to hers, as he took in her figure.

The woman’s garments were as black as his, though hers were thin where his were thick. The dress was sheer fabric, transparent from thigh to hem, showing leg. One sleeve draped beneath the elbow, the other shoulder bare.

It was her pink skin and the tattoos that came with it that drew Drane’s gaze amid her outfit. Yet he did not gawk like some idiot. Her presence, in particular, was what drew his focus. Whether she was like him, if different, remained to be seen.

“It is a gift from a droid on Thule,” Drane stated plainly. “A cold night, a bright fire, the droid inadvertently destroyed the first.” He spoke reflectively. Thanks for that, my metal friend. Till we meet again. “We traded stories, I fell asleep, and when I woke he was gone—but he gave me this holocron.”

Jedi. Sith. Whoever and whatever she is, if she is of the wrong caliber then this moment may show it upon revealing the nature of this object so spoken.

Ranni Mildall