Beneath Crying Skies(Naboo/Open)

[Varus Shatterstar]

Naboo - Roudy Rodian Bar​

12:23 AM​

Dark storm clouds were rolling overhead with vicious intent above the city of Naboo, but the storm hadn't broken and might not with that way things looks. At least, it didn't seem that it was going to break just yet, and the city might be clear of it by the time it had decided to. That, however, wasn't up to them. That was up to the force, or the gods, or mother nature herself. Either way, Varus wasn't sure what he believed, if anything at all. He didn't put much stake in anything except what he knew, and what he knew was technology, specifically engineering. It was his first love, but not his only.

He'd always known of the force. He'd always been able to feel it, but it wasn't until just recently that he realized just how profound his grasp on it actually was. A simple twinge of pain or the stress set on by an unruly customer at the shop was all it took to set his pulse to rise, and when he lost his patience or his resolve waned he realized how much things began to change. Items on a desk could shift or break. The ground might shake or a window might crack. Even the air pressure around him could grow so thick that even he couldn't breathe. As a matter of fact, he thought he'd almost killed a man who'd yelled at him when he stepped out in front of a speeder leaving his home that night.

He was almost hit by the fast moving vehicle, which was moving much to fast for that lane to begin with. He'd had to throw himself to the ground and out of the way, which was already enough to make him angry, but the driver had actually had the nerve to call back at him calling him a, "Blind fool!", to which he visibly shook with anger. Standing and glancing over his shoulder at the speeder that rushed away from him, Varus clenched his fists and yelled at the man, "COWARD!" He screamed it at the top of his lungs, anger flushing over him as he could think of more than just a few ways to get back at such an imbecile in that moment. It brought him momentary satisfaction, but when the man's speeder all of a sudden stalled and slammed into the ground below it before skidding into a nearby building, Varus drew in a sharp breath and hurried away.

What was happening to him? Why was he losing his patience so often, and most of all, why was the force so eager to cause chaos in his wake? He didn't want to be a monster and he didn't want to hurt people, but it seemed like it was all he could do. It was all he had done, and though he tried his best, he couldn't keep his anger bottled the way he knew he should. He knew it was dangerous, being force sensitive as he was, but he couldn't even seek help for such a thing. He was afraid of Jedi and Sith alike, hearing stories of how they fought and killed one another, living sad lives filled with nothing but heartache and loss. He would never be able to live that kind of life. He could never get close to someone just to lose them to others like him. Others more powerful than him. It was out of the question.

He'd almost lost track of his thoughts again as a drop of water plucked him on the nose as he walked. The cool orb splashed across his skin and forced his eyes to focus again, bringing his mind back from wherever it had been the past few minutes as he walked on. "No way.", he muttered under his breath as he turned up one of the sidewalks towards a bar not too far from his home called the Rowdy Rodian. It was appropriately owned by rather mean looking Rodian who used to be a professional boxer, and thought this was his destination, it was probably the last place he needed to be. He couldn't think of anything else to calm his nerves than a drink, however, and so his reservations had been pushed aside.

"It can't be.", he said as he pushed the door open to the bar and walked inside as he contemplated the possibility that his touch to the force coupled with his anger was actually pressuring the storm above the city to finally release. "It's impossible.", he said to himself silently as he took a seat at the bar as he sighed and asked for a drink. That's when a slight rippled formed on his brow as he sensed a disturbance around him. It only proved that he was right. This place was the last place he needed to be that night.

"Varus?", a young man's voice, about his age, called out. "Is that Varus I see over there?... Hah! It is!", the voice called again, the slight slur in the words being spoken telling Varus that he was being haled by someone who was drunk and had known him when he was younger. That's when he let out an even deeper sigh before taking a long, well deserved sip of his drink. He then gulped it down as he turned in his seat and cast a blue set of eyes across the bar at a young man who approached him with a pair of men at his heels. When the young man reached him, Varus looked him over and raised his head, as if he didn't already know that this man was the very same man he used to share a room with in the orphanage before he was chosen by a family and taken home to begin a new life. He knew exactly what he was, but he remained silent not wanting to push the tension of his mood.

"What's the matter?", the young man finally said as he reached him. "Not gonna say hi to your old friend?", he said as he reached out and slapped him on the back of the head with an open palm, something Varus wasn't expecting. Though he hadn't expected it, it hadn't been something he would ever put past the arrogant, brash human being that he was and had come to fully embody only a few years later. That realization that he was drunk and acting out, however, wasn't enough to keep Varus from getting angry in that moment. He gritted his teeth and set his drink down so hard that the metal handle on the mug bent ever so slightly.

"Don't do that again.", Varus finally said through gritted teeth, though he refused to brandish them like some rabid, growling dog. "I'm not in any mood for your games.", he said, finishing what he'd had to say before turning away from the young man only to be pushed further. "What's the matter, Varus?", the young man behind him asked, laughing and glancing back at his two friends standing next to him. "Mommy and Daddy never came back?", he said cruely. There was a lot Varus could take, but if the right buttons were pressed he wasn't a ticking time bomb or a short fuse. He simply exploded. This was one of those buttons, and as Varus was visibly disturbed, fists clenching the edge of the metal bar in front of him, he was pushed by a firm hand from the very same man who seemed to have a death wish that night. That's when it happened.

All of a sudden then entire bar shivered, glass shattering as a few of the bottles of alcohol slipped off the shelf behind the bartender. Above them the sky was rumbling, finally breaking and letting it's tears fall earlier than expected. Thunder cracked and the clouds flashed with excitement. The storm had come, and the startling scatter of rain hit the roof of the bar all at once. The next moment, Varus shot up from his seat, his head snapping back and popping the young man in the nose before he could even retract his hand from having pushed him. The next moment was filled with violence as Varus turned and tackled the man into the wall on the other side of the bar and began striking him in the face, to which his friends had reacted and attempted to peel him off of him, though they were thrown aside one after the other.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino pulled his hat down lower over his face as the rain began to fall, first in drops, and then in buckets, sending the hat brim flopping down over his face. He pushed it back up, and then froze as he felt a ripple run through the Force from inside the building next to him, followed by a wave of anger. Sith? Dark Jedi? Untrained user? He couldn't tell. Too nebulous. He settled his shoulder and strode into the cantina, stopping to survey the scene before.

The source of the ripple was clear enough. A large young man had another man up against a wall, hitting him over and over again,while,two others tried to drag them apart. A brawl, apparently, that had set off the man's sensitivity. The anger roiled throughout room, concentrating in the man against the wall. Veino shivered and brought his emotional barriers back up. The anger faded, to be replaced by the shock of the others around them, and horror. He slipped his hat off and stuffed it into a pocket of his cost, dropping his pack to the floor.

He strode forward, calm, but tense as a tripwire, ready to move in any direction, and the glint of a lightsaber hilt shining from inside his coat. Not at he expected to need it of course. But it was there for those needed to see it, as well as the scars that lined his face and arms. Burn marks. Lightsaber burn scars. He stopped a few feet away from the brawl and raised his voice to speak. It was still calm and controlled, but sharp with authority.

"That's enough." It cracked like a whip, or more accurately, a sergeant, which is who he had learned it from. He stood, hand on one hip,waiting to see what response would be needed, if he needed to physically intervene or not. If there was no response, he would,grab the young man and pull him off, using the Force to increase his strength enough to manage what two others had been unable to do.

This was no great galactic war like the one fought by the Sith and the Republic, but it did not make it any less important in the here and now. It may have made it even more important to stop. For peace and justice were built upon the foundation of small acts. Not galactic scale wars. No war, no crusade, could bring peace and justice to a society in which the ideas were not practiced from the smallest level upwards.

Only thy cumulative effect of many individuals working together could cause change in a society, and on a larger scale, the galaxy. His purpose was to begin the avalanche of activities, encourage and showing through his own example how dreams could be accomplished. Even if it was only just stopping a bar fight.

[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

The moment Varus had heard the voice behind him he stopped, raised his head and looked blankly at the wall above the man he'd been beating's head. He stayed like that for a few moment's, thinking about what it was the unknown man behind him had said. -"That's enough"-, he thought to himself as he looked back down at the battered face of the fool he used to know when he was a boy. He'd taken a step too far that night with the wrong man, but he was right, he'd had enough... but the men standing on either side of him hadn't.

"No..."

Dropping the man he'd been holding who slid down the wall holding his bloodied face, Varus took a step back, but did not turn around. His next movements were quick, born of athletic strength and traces of the force running wildly through his muscles still. He reached up and popped the man to his left across the jaw with his elbow, sending him reeling backwards into a glass pain which he popped with his back, a "thunk" and hum of disturbed and vibrating glass resonating through the air, but it did not break. The other man had started to react, but before he could Varus had whipped around and shown the man the back of his right hand, stunning him as Varus stopped his momentum with his right arm and set it back the opposite direction. He snatched the man by the throat and slammed him into the wall next to the ringleader, knocking him out in the slip second movement before turning to the other man leaning against the glass and holding his face. He took one, massive stride and raised his leg, planting it in the center of the man's chest and sending him through the glass and out onto the sidewalk and onto his back.

"Now it's enough.", Varus said, and for the first time he glanced over his shoulder at the rather serious looking face of @Veino Garn, with his blue eyes, speckled with orange and lined with an intense blackness around them. He'd let the dark side in again, but in his frustration, he hadn't remembered to control himself. He'd been exposed like an open wound ripe for infecting.

The moment was still tense, but he didn't want any more conflict. He didn't like to fight, and he didn't want to hurt people, but to say that he hadn't enjoyed getting back at a man more fortunate in early life than he would be a lie. It was weak and born of a childish need to get even or even better his peers, but he didn't care. It was the wrong night for Varus to be pushed the way he'd been pushed, and he wasn't in the habit of dealing out apologies to this who didn't deserve it.

Stepping past Veino, Varus made his way through a bar so quiet you could hear the bubbles snapping at the top of some of the patron's beers. It was almost refreshing to know that, given a reason, each and every human and near human being in the entire galaxy could be just as silent as the next. That's why when he passed the man he knew to be the owner he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand full of credits, plucking through a few of them before reaching out and placing a large portion of what he had into the man's hand. "That should pay for the window.", Varus whispered to the man before turning and pushing his way through the door and out into the streets.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino let out an exhausted sigh and his shoulders slumped as the man turned towards him, revealing his blue eyes with the beginnings of the Dark Side corruption tinging them around the edges. He bent his head forward and pinched the bridge of his nose. Great. There was still hope for him though, unless he wished to go down the dark path, in which case there was very little he could do. He knelt beside the three men and checked their vitals, sending a small pulse of the Force through them to ease a bit of their pain. Then he turned and followed after [member="Varus Shatterstar"].

He wasn't entirely sure what his intentions were, but he sensed some inner turmoil within the man. He could make out no details, but it was there. Perhaps he could be of some assistance in this situation. Even just listen to what fueled the man's anger and frustration. That could make a world of difference in people's lives. Just to know someone cared and valued one as an individual. Whether or not that would mean anything tonight was yet to be seen. All he could do was try.

He paused once he was out in the street and took a deep breath, simply savoring the night before striding to catch up with the man, trying to think of how to broach the conversation. The direct route seemed the most likely at that moment.

"Why the display inside?" His voice was loud enough to be heard, but not accusatory or demanding, but gentle, rather. He had abandoned the harsh rigidity of the Fel Imperium even before it collapsed. One could only approach others with respect and kindness to even hope for an effect. Unless said person was a devoted Sith follower, at which point it wasn't really worth it.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Varus Shatterstar"], [member="Veino Garn"],

The couple was watched from afar by a grey armored and cloaked figure, somewhere unseen through the crowds who tried to avoid him. His attention was caught by the bar when a man flew through a window, thrown outside by Varus. Naboo was a bigger planet of the Protectorate, it would not be that far fetched for an Exarch to visit it once in a while and take a stroll of its streets.


HK did not move immediately to interfere, at least not until Varus and Veino passed by, and things quiet down, it was then that the droid stepped closer to the bar, his stride heading towards the beaten and discarded man on the street.

The droid would reach down, grabbing the poor fellow by the collar and lifting him up, giving him a couple light slaps to woke up the man.

"Who has done this to you?"

HK asked in his cold voice, the man, still disoriented looked about, in last second he caught glimpse of Varus walking away, he pointed at him and HK turned to look, scanning through the crowd,

"H-him."

The droid noted the being, relaxing his grip on the man before turning to him, he reached into his pouch to take out a bacta breather kit, he would place it over the man's mouth and activate it, letting him breath in the healing gas, the solvent filling his body to cure the bruises and wounds.

"Go inside and forget about what happened today."

The man nodded absently, reaching from his mask to his head, still confused as he went into the bar.


HK turned towards the direction Varus and Veino disappeared in, he grabbed the edge of his cloak and slipped on his head, spinning and wrapping the material around his form as its chameleon properties activating, the droid seemingly disappearing from sight in a little twirl.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

[member="Veino Garn "][member="HK-36"]

Varus had been walking for about a minute before someone had caught up to him and posed a question without revealing his presence. "Why the display inside?", a man asked, who he'd sensed long before he'd closed the distance that Varus had intentionally put between them. He knew he was a force user, and from the feel of it he was either a Jedi or some sort of Neutral force user that followed the tune of his own song. Either way, Varus was certain he wanted nothing to do with anyone who was going to try and influence him. He didn't trust Jedi or Sith, and for good reason.

Glancing over his shoulder at Veino Garn, Varus watched him for a moment with his captivating blue gaze before he turned his head back forward. Rudely, Varus didn't slow his pace or stop for the man to catch up, but instead continued on his way, though he hadn't quite ironed out a secondary destination, seeing as his first had been a disaster. "It wasn't meant to be a 'display' at all.", Varus finally said, not bothering to make sure the man would hear him. He knew that force users had heightened senses and abilities. He didn't need to go out of his way to make sure that he was heard by the man. "I was pushed and I pushed back. That's all.", he finally said, following up what he'd said initially as he came to a stop at a crosswalk to wait for the passing speeders before he would continue.

"Who's asking?", Varus said, posing a question to the man who would surely take this opportunity to catch up to him. "A so called peacekeeper?", he questioned before glancing over his shoulder at the man again, though this time those blue eyes held a hint of distrust.

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="HK-36"]

Veino nodded at the obvious reply. Yes, he had clearly pushed. What it hadn't seemed like had happened was him getting pushing. All the pushing Veino had seen had been rather one sided. "You did more than push." He waited at the intersection, watching as the traffic passed by, listening to the rest of the response. He saw the distrust in the eyes, and could feel it as well. Veino shrugged. "In a way. Unaffiliated with any government though. Some would call me a rogue knight." He gave a bitter laugh. "I prefer the term knight errant."

The two terms could seem rather close to each other, perhaps, but Veino's mind, there was a significant difference. One served a greater cause to serve and protect because it was the right thing to do. The other did whatever they wanted for whatever reason. So, perhaps a knight errant was a rogue knight, but a specific type. Much like a sniper was still a soldier, but a specialized purpose. Veino just killed fewer people than a sniper. Usually. Cloud City was an exception.

 

[Boggo Flib]

A tall Armored figure entered the Bar entry. The Armor was of Sith Old Design and was sharply made, fine craftsmanship. As the man walked his armor made machine like noises suggesting he was part of the suit through cybernetics. Water droplets dripped off the shoulder plates and back spikes, The Visage on the Face helm retracted back revealing a Zabrak male with Bright green eyes, Black skin and Grey tattoos. Nulgath looked around the area and walked to the bar telling the owner to get him a drink. Nulgaths lightsaber dangled as he walked. the Saber looked of jedi design but had some sith design too.

" Naboo Ale please, make haste" Nulgath paused to look at everyone, his eyes were not of Sith but were still intense to see.

@Veino Garn
[member="Varus Shatterstar"]
[member="HK-36"]

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Varus waited for the walk signal to change and when it did he started up again at the same pace unworried if the man with him could keep up. "I have my limits like everyone else.", he said in response to the man's underlying suggestion that he went a bit far. That was none of his business as he didn't know anything about him or the past the other man shared with him. In fact, he was almost upset that he seemed to want to assume that what had happened was out of line when Varus knew better. If there had been any young man who'd deserved a beating, it was the man he'd just beaten, though his just deserts had come many years after it was warranted, and even then it didn't seem like it wasn't deserved.

"And what would a wayward Jedi want with a nobody like me?", he asked, not bothering to look back and connect eyes with the man to show that he was questioning him, though he was certain he would pick up on it.

[member="Nulgath Zardai"]
[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Nulgath Zardai"]

The concealed droid did recognized from his memory banks the design of a Sith armor, but already in pursuit of potential trouble maker instead of changing his mark to Nulgath he summoned one of his Greycloak copies, with them in a way he was able to be in two places at once.

And so, a fully armored droid, as in a metal being wearing additional suit of armor over him, with grey robes seen under the armor plates over his body and a grey cloak hanging off of his shoulders, as well as visible arsenal on his belt, would enter the bar, getting stares from some of the patrons, and causing a few conversations to cease as his armor and equipment clanged with each step, he would not bother to turn on his sound dampeners and mask his presence, not in the Protectorate, it was their territory not the Sith.

"That is a curious armor you have there."
The droid would spoke in his stoic yet kind voice of Mr. Feeny from Boy Meets World,
"And a lightsaber design, not something you can exactly find or buy."
Nulgath would hear the heavy metal footsteps stop at a safe distance in case the Sith would attempt to throw lightning at the droid, as they often stereotypically thought it would be something that worked, even though by now most droids were aware of how to protect themselves against something like that, or the telekinetic attacks, or slashes with lightsaber, or just simple melee or grappling attacks. All of that the machine kind had time to prepare for.
"I think you are lost, Naboo neighbors the Confederacy, they are not part of it. And it is the Confederacy that allies with the Sith, Protectorate only wars against them."


[member="Varus Shatterstar"], [member="Veino Garn"]

Meanwhile, HK kept hidden with his sound dampeners and chameleon cloak, keeping visual contact with the pair but at the same time keeping his distance in case he would risk being detected by pure chance or the Force at closer proximity, otherwise in its streams and currents he was no more distinguishable than the pavement or the walls, just a cold object, not a vibrant live being.

 

[Boggo Flib]

Nulgath could tell from the voice it was a Droid. But a Droid in a bar? Nulgath didnt care much he came for a drink and some materials from the Market. Taking a Sip of his ale Nulgath placeds few credits down and then some more as a Tip, The Bar owner didnt like Nulgath but he liked his tips. Nulgath stared at the counter wall and spoke " Why would a Droid be in a bar? You cant Drink.. Add that to not Feeling and No Soul and the reason for you being here is Null. But Ah why am I here you wonder... Naboo harbors many materials I like to buy." Nulgath paused and turned around to look at the droid. " Your Data banks have nothing on besides my own appearance. But I thank you for telling me that I dont belong here, Its something i did not know. Nulgath said annoyed. Why a droid he thought, Nulgath couldnt stand droids. But What Nulgath said was true Nulgath had not killed anyone since he joined One Sith. Or atleast not yet.

[member="HK-36"]
[member="Varus Shatterstar"]
[member="Veino Garn"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Nulgath Zardai"]

"I am here because last time someone with lightsaber in armor with design similar to yours entered the Protectorate territory they attempted to assassinate the Lady Protector and one of the Exarch, equivalent to what would be Grand and Vice Chancellor or Sith Emperor and Lord for us, I say 'try' because shortly the assassins faced execution and their remains were ashen at the pyre."

The droid explained as the machine moved his cloak over his arm to conceal something on his belt as Nulgath turned, hiding a specific weapon on the droid's belt, something that other patrons in the bar were able to see before HK-Copy hid it, making them turn back from the conversation and either quiet down trying to ignore the two of them or moved to exit the bar.

"I am the Bladeknight Greycloak under direct command of Exarch Hache-Khe 'Iron Knight' of Abregado-Rae, currently visiting this planet in investigation of enemy Confederate or Sith infiltration elements. By authority of Investigation Bureau and the Seat of Exarch I will ask you a series of questions. If you have done nothing wrong, and you are innocent, you can answer without fear, if it is otherwise, however, I have been releasing tracking dust in your proximity since I begun to speak, you have inhaled large enough quantity of it to be tracked down on the surface of this planet."

Could he really do that thing with the tracking dust? Well yeah, that was technology Protectorate was capable of, and in small enough quantities the DUST would be capable of tracking a target without them noticing. But did he? Well no, as a writer I would ask for permission to do that first, besides, doing something like that would also track other beings in the bar and that could be potentially counter-productive. The droid was making a bluff in case Nulgath would run from interrogation, in his calculations there were few scarce possibilities in which Nulgath would be able to check whether what the droid said was correct.

"What is your identification?"

The droid begun in his stoic voice, one of his arms hidden under his cloak, other lightly resting on his metal hip.

 

[Boggo Flib]

Nulgath raised a brow and sat in awe at the idea of the dust, Unaware it was a bluff he looked around but only saw nothing of course. Looking at the Droid now he started to chuckle, it was like he was talking to the Cops. Well the droid was a Cop pretty much soo. Damn OP he thought to himself.

" You mean what is my name? Nulgath Zardai you should know that though why ask all the questions?" Nulgath said sipping he Ale, He thought about running but that wouldnt solve much, his commlink was in one of his pockets he could call his Gen'Dai partner but today was a relax day . Nulgath pointed at the Droid asking " Tell me how many Sith have you killed in the Name of Justice?" Nulgaths Inquisitive side was kicking in now.

[member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Nulgath Zardai"]

The droid just slightly shook his head at Nulgath's belief he should know that, it was something akin to the Starlord at the beginning of Guardians of Galaxy,

"Does not ring a bell as far as I or the Protectorate is concerned. But you most likely have not heard of me or my Exarch, and that means two things. I have not hunt down enough pirates and Sith to gain attention of your Masters, and you have not pissed off enough people in this territory for Writ of Extermination."

Although HK-Copy made sure to take an image of the Sith, storing it in his banks for any later identification, as well as the design of his armor.

"You know little of my kind if you think it is Justice we kill for. Justice does not demand blood but life and balance, it demands for equal amount of good deed to be put in the place of evil conducted, not equal amount of evil to double what has already been done. When a man kills a man it does not ask for him to be killed as well, but to receive help and to be healed. It asks for him to be turned into a productive member of society. But when I do kill your kind-"

The droid tilted his head to Nulgath,

"It is either for enjoyment, sport, or necessity."

HK made sure to put emphasis on enjoyment as he stared down the Acolyte.

"It is a long way to come to Naboo, farther edge of the Protectorate from the Sith Territory, armored and armed, just to trade some materials. What products exactly where you looking to find here?"

 

[Boggo Flib]

Nulgath was impressed with this Droid was pretty smart as far as he could tell and but wondered about another Acolyte he was partnered with. Nulgath pondered and started. " Im here for a Herb the native Gungans are rumored to own, Affects are good for sickness and quick healing something every warrior should have dont you think?" Nulgath paused for a momment " Tell me What do your Data Banks say about someone named Kezeroth Barcu?" Nulgath was asking for it now. Nulgath knew Kezeroth was a Gen'Dai Sith that killed for fun but never learned to what extent, The Gen'Dai was not super infamous but had small record for terrorist attacks and such.

Nulgaths green eyes beamed at the droid. " Besides i like to keep my Friends close, But my Enemies Closer. Sorry to interrupt your Process of Questions too, You know us .. eh Meatbags i think you call us?" Nulgath smiled wide

[member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Nulgath Zardai"]


The droid shook his head slightly at the mention of Kezeroth Barcu,
"Never heard of the bastard."
He put eloquently,
"Why, a friend of yours?"
The droid actually lied again, he did found a bounty from unknown source that fit with the name but he kept that to himself for now, if the Acolyte knew him then he had some times to him, perhaps a Bounty Hunter that took up the offer to find the Sith, or maybe an accomplice, which would make the droid's day much longer.

HK tilted his head at the mention of meatbags,
"I consider that to be a racial slur actually, I prefer the term 'organic,' I did knew other droid models which enjoyed using that term, but we did not get along. In the end I was able to disable them and prove I am a superior model."

"So you fancy yourself a warrior?"
Machine stared down the Sith as he awaited response to that particular question.

 

[Boggo Flib]

Nulgath smirked knowing it would be risky even mentioning the Gen'Dai. " I am a Warrior and your the same as every other droid. Cold like your metal... Kezeroth is a unwanted Ally at the moment and i needed to know if he was Dangerous. Wouldnt want to die during a Trial with the Monster. Nulgath laughed at the thought of dieing by his hands." Nulgath was bluffing though he loved Kezeroth the big guy was an awesome killing machine, Nulgaths Bluff sounded pretty real and he showed no Fear of the Robots probing questions. Tipping the bar tender again Nulgath stood up it was time to do something odd, Shake the Enemies hand. Nulgath walked close to the Robot in a odd manner would probly make the Robot very nervous if that was possible, But sure Enough Nulgath extended his hand to [member="HK-36"] for a shake. " You managed to write off quite the impression on me, Prehaphs ill see you on the field one day?"

[member="HK-36"]

 

[Feena]

And while Sith had apparently invaded the lovely Naboo... for drinks... Queen Feenarah Mason was quite busy and quite unaware of the situation. As she read over yet another new law, her handmaidens scurried around her, one of them touching up the crisp white makeup on her face as she worked. Rather annoying, really, but one of those traditions that one simply could not get away from. The symbolic meaning was just too heavy, and her people valued it too greatly to throw it out.

"Marea," The Queen spoke up at last, "Have you heard back from the Exarch visiting Naboo? Has he said anything about when I might expect a visit?"

"No, Majesty," the young Handmaiden replied, double checking a datapad, "No word as of yet."

"Pity," the Queen sighed, going back to reviewing the small stack of paper on her desk, "Well, I expect I shall hear... something before the visit is over. I shall just have to make time."

[member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Nulgath Zardai"],

Nulgath would find his forearm grabbed by the droid's left hand as he offered the limb for a shake, blue arcs and sparks crackling upon the droid's touched as the machine used the Electro-Cestus gauntlets he was wearing to run long continuous application of electricity straight into Nulgath's cybernetic armor upon the Sith's show of peace.

The effect of that was quite often cybernetic completely frying or temporarily shutting down, which was most likely what would happen to Nulgath's suits, the droid had inhumanely quick reflexes and Nulgath was still only an Acolyte, the chance of escaping the droid's cheap attack would be slim, and that would mean the Sith would find his rotors and other armor systems not functioning, which would usually make movement very difficult if not impossible should the rotors lock in place.

While the droid took the hand in his electric grip with the other he revealed what he was hiding from the Sith and what patrons of the bar looked away to try and ignore, in quick movement through the cloak Nulgath would find that droid was holding a hilt of a lightsaber, the hilt currently being pressed in his metal grip to the Sith's abdomen. Although the machine's finger was on the activation button of the lightsaber, he did not ignited the weapon yet.

"Sooner than you think."

The machine would quip as he sent a silent ping for local enforcement and reinforcements, something which [member="Feena Mason"], would pick up as a way of the droid and his Greycloaks summoning her,

"You are hereby under arrest for Sith worship, service in Sith Army as a Warrior, and Conspiracy with wanted Fugitive Kezeroth Barcu, you have a right to remain silent, make one move towards your lightsaber and you will loose your genitals along with your leg."

That would be something HK-Copy could do to Nulgath with quick, simple slash of his lightsaber once it activates, of course as soon as it would activate Nulgath would be impaled in his hilt, something which would be painful and disabling enough.

"Ever wanted to meet the Queen of Naboo?"

The droid would quip.

 

[Boggo Flib]

Nulgath was not quite in shock but little surprised. His Suits system had been shut off but it would reboot soon. Nulgath closed his eyes concernrating on his connect to his partner made from the 3 months done in trials together. Unsure if [member="Kezeroth Barcu"] would come he still tried and said he his mind << " You know where I am.. Mind Rampaging a little?" >> Nulgath opened his eyes and looked at [member="HK-36"] smiling.

" Cold and not Honor bound you could be a Sith assassin, Droid." Nulgath so far did not do much movement besides closing his eyes and such. Nulgath quickly started calculating his opinions and started focusing on the Bar Owner's mind for now.

" I bet the Queen is beautiful..." He said in [member="HK-36"] grip.

[member="HK-36"]
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