Private Back In Beskar -- Mutual Interests

[Nick Dragovalor]

This was his way once more.

The life of a Jedi didn't suit him, nor did that of a Sith. He was a loner, watching the world pass him by while he spent his days mulling on what he had done, regardless of whether it had been willing or not. He did not belong with his family, or with any particular organization. He was just... Him. And now, he had only one thing left. And that was the life that he had grown up with before the Sith had found him. The bounty hunters that he had grown up with were long dead now, but he still had their training. It was the only memories he had of before he became a Sith, and so... It was all he had left to cling to.

But his rage, his hatred still burned deep. And it prompted him to take this job without hesitation.

A Sith Lord. From the CIS, apparently. Apparently this one did what any Sith Lord does eventually, and that's betray his camp. Took some pretty valuable, pretty expensive cargo, probably hoping to exchange it with some other party for power or wealth over there. One didn't turn on the CIS lightly. But then again, a Sith was a Sith. And he knew Sith. This was their way.

And his way was putting them down.

He abhorred the CIS as much as he hated the Sith Empire. They were all the same to him, after all. He had no intentions of doing them any service. But he hated the Sith kind more. So he had tracked them down to a planet called Jakku, where the exchange was apparently going down according to his sources. The CIS had put a bounty on his head. Dead or alive. He was going with dead.

Once more he had found himself in his suit of beskar armor, what once belonged to his mother. Melted down, re-forged and refitted for his size. He hadn't worn it in a long time, but today would be the day that he would embrace it once more. It was the only culture he had left, after all. His brother may have stepped away from the Mandalorian creed because of the poor excuses for Mandalorians that infected the galaxy now, but he had no fear of embracing the culture, no matter who blemished it.

A mining town was his destination, as he walked with purpose through it. With his helmet on, he would not be recognized. And that was the way he liked it.

 

[Eenia Vahn]

Tag: | Nick Dragovalor |

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One perk of striking out on her own and not being tied to any individual Faction or creed? Eenia could go anywhere she wanted, or felt she needed to be. And it just so happened that she had felt needed on Jakku. A little mining town where some of the locals had, had a bad run in with something - or perhaps it was someone. There was a tainting to the area, a sensation Nia fully recognized but not individually. But the Darkness was something she most certainly knew and was intimately familiar with. Even she, who had been teased about being such a Light, had been tainted by the Dark more than once.

But this did not stop her, nor slow her down. Whatever was going on within the little town was none of her business. Nia was here to heal people who needed her help and could not manage such things themselves. This was what she had been trained to do; this was her literal job in a budding organization back home on Naboo. So naturally, her aid was lent without hesitation and the people were grateful.

There was a time when the blonde woman gave pause however. Her brow pulled down in the middle to crease and her back straightened a tad. Now that was a signature within the Force she recognized, and it caused her to stand from where she had been treating a patient - who was recovering now - and made her way to the mouth of the home so that she could look outside and onto the street. Her gaze scanned slowly, but all she found were locals and Beskar. While under normal circumstances, the sight of a Mandalorian would make her scowl, Nia knew this one.

She did not approach him, she didn't know why he was here after all. But she did at least smile fondly and lean against the doorway. "Nick..." her head shook just a tad, slightly amused. Of course he was here; trouble in the area must have been worse than she initially thought.

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

His name was spoken.

Perhaps he had not dialed his presence down enough. Perhaps it was the way he walked, but nobody who saw him under this helmet should know his name. His head snapped towards its source, and from behind the helm his brows quirked. How did Eenia know? She had never seen him in this armor. She had never seen him at work. She didn't even know what his job was. He had promised to bring her along one day, yes, but... She had disappeared before then.

Yes, the one who had disappeared. Who had abandoned her teachings and fled into CIS space. He didn't know whether he was happy to see her or not. Had she become a servant to them? Another puppet to them? He did not know, seeing as she didn't keep in touch with him. But how did she know it was him by sense? It had to be the only way, after all. He'd hidden his presence from her before, hadn't he?

Perhaps not enough. His brother had trained her, after all.

But why was she here? He did not know. If she was here, did that perhaps confirm the presence of his target?

"Why are you here?"

 

[Eenia Vahn]

Tag: | Nick Dragovalor |

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Well that wasn't the most welcoming greeting, now was it? The fact caused Eenia's lips to press together into a thin line for a moment and she just observed him for a quiet amount of time. It was understandable really, she knew the way he felt about certain factions, and Nia had quite willingly up and left the Silvers to move into Confederate space. It had not been a move made to upset anyone, or to pledge new allegiances. It had merely been something she needed to do for the sake of her own mentality.

Didn't mean that she didn't understand why she had gotten such a reaction.

"People all over the galaxy are in need of a good healer," she finally answered with a shrug of the shoulder. "I may not be the best at what I do, but that doesn't mean I'm not willing to lend my aid to them." It was the absolute truth, not a word of it was fibbed, hesitated, stretched, or anything of the sort. She was still exactly the same as she had been the last time she saw him, just a change of address.

"Why are you here?" she finally questioned him in return, eyed the armor once, then focused on the viser portion of his helmet again.

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

It wasn't his disdain for her decision that had prompted his reply. He held no serious dislike for her, he was just blunt, as he always was. The most pressing matter at the moment was the fact that Eenia was here. With a rogue Sith Lord running amok somewhere. In a way, it was him caring for her. He just wasn't the greatest at showing he cared for people.

She was here to lend her healing aid. Figures it was now of all times. He let out a low growl. While she couldn't help it, she had potentially put herself in danger. There wasn't hiding it now, he supposed.

"Someone I'm looking for was last seen heading this way" came his reply. It probably didn't take much for her to figure out what his profession was now, between that line and the armor. "High level threat. I wouldn't stick around here too long if I were you. I don't imagine this one's going to come quietly."

Eenia Vahn

 

[Eenia Vahn]

Tag: | Nick Dragovalor |

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Well, that certainly changed matters a little, now didn't it. Enough so that Eenia looked over her shoulder to reassess the people she had just treated not minutes before. Maybe there was more behind their injuries that she had originally been told? No...she didn't think that was the case. In most cases, a high level threat wouldn't just wound people, they would be maimed and only pieces of them would be left behind. A brutal image, but true in some cases.

"Well, I haven't been here long enough to tell you if anyone of suspicious nature has ventured through or not." An hour or two perhaps of her time had been spent here, but that was about it. Not exactly enough time to keep a look out for gruff and dangerous looking people as they passed through. "Do you have details? Maybe someone around has seen whoever it is that you're looking for."

It may not be her job, but it certainly wasn't out of character for Eenia to reach out a hand and offer her help - even when it wasn't needed or wanted.

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

"Sith Lord. And not the kind gouging planets dry with taxes either. I'm talking one with plenty to lose if they're found, which makes them incredibly dangerous" he elaborated when Eenia asked him for details. Even if she did work with the CIS, surely if she had seen this Sith Lord she would say so, right? It would then be in her best interests to do so. If she wasn't, well... It wouldn't hurt, so long as she didn't go telling the name to everyone she knew and getting herself killed.

He motioned for her to follow him a little ways from where people were watching, before pulling out a holographic interface that showed a figure in dark robes. "Goes by Lord Sycanos. Apparently he parsed off his cohorts enough to get a hefty bounty on his head. He's on the run with some stolen cargo. I'm here to handle him before someone else finds him and he takes it out on the locals."

Eenia Vahn

 

[Eenia Vahn]

Tag: | Nick Dragovalor |

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A dig at the Confederacy, imagine that. The blonde rolled her eyes at it, though bit back anything she could have said over the matter. Truth was, she knew plenty of people weren't fond of the way the Confederacy was run, or what was going on both within and out of it's reach. But, you didn't have to agree with all of the ideals to know that the support within was better than that outside - save for a person here and there, of course.

So Eenia kept quiet and didn't comment, though did follow when she was gestured to do as such. She had made sure the person she had been helping was situated first, and then had followed along out of sight and ear shot of the people. When the image was produced, Nia's brow creased and her arms folded against herself. "I don't recognize them," she stated, and there was no waver or hesitation in her tone to suggest otherwise. Her gaze lifted from the holographic image to Nick instead. "And you say he's here?" she glanced back in the direction the people she had helped were located, then back again.

Admittedly, in that very moment, Nia knew what she was about to say would get her into a whole hell of a lot of trouble at home. But, a small part of why she was here was because she had a point to prove. That she was not a helpless child and could hold her own when it was needed of her. "Alright, where do we start?"

Dimitri was going to lose his mind.

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

She could take it as a shot if she wanted. He just spoke his mind. The CIS had their way of doing things, other Sith had their way of doing things. That was fact. That was all he saw.

Well aside from the fact that they were all Sith. And they all needed to die.

“He’ll be hiding amongst the populace, if I was to guess. Hiding in a cave somewhere would be too obvious. Knowing his kind, he’ll blend in to shake off pursuers and then the local population will pay when their pursuers are gone” he brought up. Of course, while the people were a priority, Nick wasn't doing this for heroic reasons. He had jumped on this contract for one reason. It was an excuse to kill a Sith Lord. He may be fortunate that the CIS had decided not to care if he was taken dead or alive, but he wouldn't have cared either way. His revenge was absolute. It overshadowed everything else. Bounty hunting may have been his profession of choice out of a vague hope of clinging to the days when the Sith hadn't taken everything from him, but he knew deep down, in his heart of hearts... It was mostly because it gave him a vague chance at killing Sith.

Still, he wasn't one for civilian casualties if he could help it. Even a monster like him could feel some empathy.

He seemed to take well that she was coming along. Mostly because he'd figured out by now that he couldn't stop her. And arguing with her would be a waste of time and resources.

"Luckily, they likely won't be expecting a Mandalorian. They'll be expecting a Jedi, or a CIS Sith. Which means your Force presence is a problem. Do you know how to hide it?" he inquired. "I know it's something my brother teaches his students rather quickly. If you can hide it, hide it now. Then we need to get you in something that will hide your face if you intend to come along. You're a Dragovalor student, former or not you never lose that. They'll know your face, so it needs to be hidden. After that... We'll need to exercise patience. If you got somewhere to be, I wouldn't suggest sticking around."

Eenia Vahn