Blood Legacies

[Choli Vyn]

T A T O O I N E

Jundland Wastes - No Man's Land
Outpost Salara

"The Jundland Wastes are not to be traveled lightly."


It was market day.

The Jawa clans were forming up for the local bazaar, one of the few times a month a salvager can make a few credits or a good trade. Everyone within twenty clicks was here to barter their wares and skill. It was either their normal cycle, or it was a pitstop. For this particular patron, it was the latter. The Twin suns would bake down upon the bedouins as much as the local moisture farmers. Weaving among the crowd, there was a particular figure who would be dressed in tattered desert gear. The outfit amounted to a dark beige cloak that brushed the floor, along with the hood flicked low over their head to shadow the majority of their visage.

What little that showed underneath proved to be a tan colored utility suit with many pockets, a pair of thick hide boots, dark gloves, polarized vision goggles and a strip of cloth over the mouth, covering up a dark gunmetal gray breathing mask. This particular sentient was not very tall, no more than average height, and carried a QQ-83N Sidearm on a tan belt that slung low on their hips. A large sack was slung over the shoulder, and with the way it hung low, had a certain amount of weight to it.

Now just gotta get the parts I need. Or at the very least find a way to fix that power coupling. Thoughts would float concerns, eyes would search behind the goggles at the ongoing wares. Otherwise... well it is gonna make it real hard to get off world.

A small questioning beep boop would call from the right. It was R4-P6, a Pebbledrone she managed to salvage a few months back.

"Yeah well, sand does tend to do that Arr-Four." a grimace curled behind the mask. "Everywhere."

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Black on beige. That was all Enoch was in the sea of barters and their customers. Strolling through the crowd, Enoch would push and shove his way along. Not too crowded, but not too crowded that he couldn't be seen. Enoch just didn't want to be seen, and the various creatures that waded through the sandy marketplace. He wasn't quite sure why he was here, something just drew him here. Granted, there were plenty of wares of him to buy, but Enoch wasn't interested in that. Something told him he wasn't going to have fun that day, even though he was supposed to. Something just seemed...off.

Enoch stopped in front of a vendor. The man was rough looking, with a long bear. Mostly he carried shifty spacecraft parts, as well as some sort of dried meat that looked like it was waiting to give you the Gulag Plague. Enoch looked over the various items as aliens bustled about behind him. With a pale slender hands, he picked up what looked like a power coupling. It was odd looking, a bit rusty, but seemed to be usable. Encoh shrugged, setting it down.

Might as well give the poor man some business.

"How much?"

[member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar stood beside Enoch, his arms crossed over his slender chest. As per usual, the young man stood beside his half-brother in a protective pose. It was true Enoch could protect himself, especially against the likes of the scoundrels that prowled about this marketplace. But since meeting his half-brother upon the planet of Ziost, he had taken it upon himself to act as a protector to his elder brother. Mainly because he was just a batter warrior, in terms of saber skill, though Enoch would likely debate that; it really didn't matter.

As Enoch picked up the power coupling and asked for a price, Vaulkhar's brow perked up. There was no need to purchase the item, as Enoch was the warlord of Ziost and could likely find hundreds of these upon his planet for free. Odd. Then a small grin formed upon the pale man's face as he realized what it was his brother was doing.

He was being merciful.

"Why are we here, brother?"

[member="Enoch Zambrano"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Stalker. Enoch wasn't too sure why his half-brother insisted on following everywhere. Not that he didn't appreciate the company, or the added protection Vaulkhar gave, it was just odd. The young prince knew Vaulkhar was more ally than enemy, and any scrabbles they got into, he'd prove a worthy foe to the idiots who chose to fight the two.

The man mumbled something in Huttese. If Enoch understood correctly, it was along the lines of two hundred credits. Enoch shrugged, nodding. With a sigh, he handed the man a pair of chips, enough to cover the cost and then some, before slipping the coupling in a rough looking sack slung across his shoulder. In that time, Vaulkhar had asked his question, but Enoch had ignored it during his little transaction. As he spun around from the vendor, his orange eyes gazed across the sea of people and sand.

"The Force is calling me here, brother...calling us...have you felt it?" Enoch closed his eyes and lifted his head to face the sky. A deep breath in, almost as if he was smelling the air, searching for what was drawing him in. It was that tugging feeling in his gut again, yanking at him. Something, or someone, was leading him here, intentionally or not.

[member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

That was a very good question to ask the blind man. With everything Vaulkhar did, it was the force that guided him. Whether it be walking down a corridor or in the middle of battle. If it involved him, the force was also involved. And here he was on Tattooine, following Enoch once more. Much like his brother, he did feel the force pulling him to this planet. But for whatever reason, he did not necessarily feel safe or secure being there. The last time he followed the force, he wound up at Balmorra, where his arm was taken away from him in a bloody skirmish against a Jedi Knight. Damn Jedi.

"Yes, yes. But many have followed the force to their doom, of that I'm sure we are both aware of, considering who our father is."

Many Jedi and Sith alike 'followed the force' into combat against the likes of Vornskr. And no one beat Vornskr. Millions were dead due to this man and he was a prime example of why following the force did not always end up the way you wanted it to. But it mattered not. If Enoch was to be here, than so would he. And he sure did hate Tattooine.

[member="Enoch Zambrano"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Choli Vyn]

@Vaulkhar @Enoch Zambrano

Two figures would catch Choli's attention.

Mainly because one was hustling in on that power-coil she had been eyeballing! The slimeo!

A scowl would form under her mask, and she gave a small harrumph! Beside her, R4 gave an inquisitive beep. Choli's eyes would narrow further.

"Just have to make do, Arr-Four," she told him, tightening her grip on the straps of her satchel at her back. "Let's see if we can haggle a few things."

Without further ado, the fully masked figure went striding forward, a heavily modulated voice picking up beyond the two men towards the vendor, "Trade you you a desh pile and a bar of Quadradium for that powercoil."