PERSENUS
Qoritottoi..... Ashaottoi....
Junkworlds. He hated them with a passion but if the ship he was on took him here, he had little choice. There were advantages too, although it didn't outweigh the damage to his pride. It was sparsely populated with less than a million people on the planet, and little to no civilization besides the scavenger villages and the raider gangs. The latter, he thought as he watched them from above the pile of discarded items and trinkets, were pitiful. They scrounged for some semblance of power and strength in a place as dingy as this. Were their standards so low? He would've grimaced but Persenus, found, that he didn't care as much as he thought.
The only visitors here were smugglers and treasure hunters that dared stoop so low. Spices racks, weapon stores, and camtono upon camtono of illegal merchandises often found their way here one way or another, and the villagers took it upon themselves to drag them out of the mounds of junk to trade away for food and resources. It was an easy deal. Lightsabers, though far more rarely, ended up here too, dumped by disheartened Jedi and Sith. Persenus wasn't so interested in digging through junk however, not after last time.
However, such yearning for peace would not be granted. Persenus rarely ever had wishful thoughts knowing that fate will find a way to spite him. He heard the hum of cobbled hoverbikes near him as he walked along one of the few clear paths. Upon the ridges of trash, the raiders came along. "Seems li'e da' mounds has lef' us a gif', boyz." Their leader exclaimed on his own bike. He was human, a large fellow too, uncharacteristic of the more emaciated people of this world. Most of his "boyz" were. They were raiders, they fed off the hard-work of others, stealing their trade for their own "Whateva'h i' is."
The "boyz" sneered at him, laugh triumphantly from their perched position, having Persenus surrounded. Their weapons were of low-quality, pieced together from the scraps. Vibrospears made from a rod of durasteel and a vibroshiv; old and outdated blasters; hovebikes that screeched when they moved. Persenus took a moment to read them, knowing that they expected another weakling junk wanderer. Perhaps an village exile, or an escapee from the slave camps of another raider tribe.
"I am just passing by." He said as his fingers ached for the grasp of his saber. He would not meet any of them in the eye. "You're passing by on our turf." The leader responded as he drove down his hoverbike, causing a screeching sound to permeate the air that had pieces of trash flying out from the repulsion. He skidded to an ear-grating stop in front of Persenus, blocking his way. "Anything on our turf is our property."
"I will give you a moment to reconsider." Persenus said as the tips of his fingers pulled back his robes, revealing the saber underneath. Such an act would diffuse most confrontations but to Persenus' ire, they laughed.
"So you think yourself a Jedi, eh?" The leader pulled back his own coat, revealing a saber of his own. "That saber is our property now too. It'll be a nice addition to my collection."
"Let your men stand aside if you so want it. Die an honorable death, sleemo." The boyz laughed from their perch but the leader had a sudden knot grow in his stomach. There was a sudden unease in his balance, something that set him off about this encounter. He wasn't quite sure what exactly it was, but he felt as though there was a growing regret in him.
Persenus, while inexperienced in the art of Mind Tricks, was not foreign to stricking fear into the hearts of his enemies. Though, perhaps this was a bad idea, promoting the cowardliness of his kind. Still, for a moment, after the laughter died out, there was only silence.
They were waiting now for something to cut the tension, to let everything cascade down into chaos.
Evelyn Shaw
