Careful where you hitchhike, not all places are friendly

[Malice Draclau]

"HAH! I win again" A loud boisterous voice called out, filling the cabin room of the transport ship. Reaching across the table the rather large Aqualish spoke, bragging at his winning hand in Pazaak. Around the table were his companions, a Human male, a Trandoshan male, and a Devaronian male, the 4 men were currently taking passengers across the galaxy stopping a few places along the trade routes.
"Son of a Hutt not again. That's it i'm out. I'll go check on the passengers and see how far away we are from the next stop" Spoke the human male, disgusted at being the first out yet again. He was convinced the others were cheating him, but he had no proof and there was no real reason to turn it into a bigger issue. Leaving the game the human male walked through the ship, stopping by several cabins and checking on their passengers. Pausing by one he peered in. An old human male sat within, he was alone with just himself and no bags. "Excuse me Sir is everything alright? Do you need anything?"

Opening his eyes the white haired man looked up at who spoke to him. His wrinkly face shakily morphed into a smile and a warm glance. Azure eyes stared up at the man. *No thank you I am quite fine. Could you tell me where our next stop is going to be?* His voice was soft and crackly, further showing his age and stature.

"Our next stop is going to be the party planet of the galaxy. Zeltros. Not sure if that'd be the right stop for you though sir.....you may not find that place as enjoyable as others would. We will be arriving shortly so just sit tight ok" With that the man turned and walked away, the door to the cabin sliding shut.

Malice went back to meditating, his eyes closing once again letting his mind drift off into the force. So long had it been since he traversed the galaxy. Over 400 years he spent saving, protecting, and rebuilding his people and kingdom. After the devestating plague Malice enforced even stricter laws regarding travel to Lao-mon. Still with the plague having been over for a while now he thought it best to start investigating the galaxy. Much had changed in the last few centuries, the old powers that ruled were no more. New names, new powers, new empires had risen giving birth to a new galaxy it seemed. Malice was still stuck in the past so his trek through the galaxy now was much needed....to the dismay of his people. Malice understood their worry, but he also knew if he was to better his empire and his people he needed to know what changed in the galaxy. Who were the ones in power and more importantly.....what happened to the Sith. Surely he couldn't be the last remaining sith in the galaxy.

These questions and more burned in his mind. he hoped he would find some answers on this planet Zeltros, a world he had never been to but he knew about its people.

 

[Refel Kalun]

Refel sat in his cabin, he had just awakened and was in a rather grumpy mood. "Can't see why we have to stop at Zeltros, is there even anything there?" He growled to himself and lied back into his bed, trying to go back to sleep.

And then, a knock at the door awakened him again, he let out a loud growl, probably capable of being heard by the person outside the door.
"Hello, sir, are you alright in there?"
Refel growled again, why did people have to bother him when he was trying to nap. Refel slipped out of his sleeping robe, becoming almost invisible as the door slid open. The human male stepped into the room with a confused expression. "Sir? I could have sworn I heard you in here sir."
Refel sneaked around the man, closing the door quietly. "What do you want." he snarled. The human looked around, disturbed by the voice seemingly coming from nowhere before exiting the room quickly, likely going back to his superiors to tell them about the talking room.
Refel didn't care, he just slid back into his robe, and lied down in his bed, ready for an uninterrupted nap.

 

[Quinn Vos]

"Don't touch me," she breathed quietly as a bothan got a little too close. The last thing the Kiffar needed was a dose of unwanted psychometry. Of course Master Qae taught her to control it - for the most part. Before he disappeared. Arrow-quiver snaked around her tanned-shoulder and she shifted to the edge of the transport-seat. Hawk-like gaze shifted to the doors and the exit.

She hated flying and being in the mechanical stale environment of a ship, especially when she sensed a monster lurking beneath the surface on board.

 

[Malice Draclau]

All seemed to go well on the journey to Zeltros. Though some of the passengers hated the rather lengthy flight a voice over the intercom gave some relief.

"Hello passengers. We will be exiting hyperspace momentarily, our next stop Zeltros. Please make sure you have all your belongings before exiting. We hope you enjoyed your trip with us and remember, Galaxy express is the best and cheapest way to travel"

Upon hearing the arrival warning Malice focused his mind, coming back to reality azure eyes opened looking about the cabin. Moments passed before the ship finally dropped out of hyperspace and Zeltros loomed ahead of them. Quickly the transport vessel entered the planets atmosphere, the large ship docking in one of the bigger hangers. With a hiss its massive bay door lowered, a myriad of sentients began walking off the ship, being greeted by several Zeltros. Malice was amongst the group. Clad in flowing white robes the old looking human male walked slowly along, eyes never looking at one spot for to long before shifting to something else. Zeltros would be a new experience for the elder Sith. He knew of the Zeltros and their annoying pheromones. If he wasn't careful he would be caught up in their intoxication too.

Making his way through the hanger Malice now found himself looking out upon the city of Zeltros, the capitol of the world. Throughout the city he could already hear many parties going on....and it was still early in the day. Taking in a deep breath of air he began walking again. Taking in the sights and trying to look for the perfect spot to gather information. Through the force he could sense several beacons, other beings touched by the force were here. Aside from his fellow shi'ido back home Malice hadn't come across another force user, much less another sith in over 400 years. He wondered just who they were....and if they were a potential ally or enemy.

 

[Refel Kalun]

Refel growled at the intercom as it announced the arrival at Zeltros, he reflected that he growled a lot these days.
"Well, I suppose I might find something worth a trip here." Refel stood, stretching his back and looking around for his things, he attached a visor to his eyes, then threw on a light grey body armor, finishing with attachment of a belt and a DL-44.
Refel stepped out of his cabin, bumping into a fellow passenger and continueing without any apology or look to see who it was. He looked rather like a moving shadow with several pieces of clothes floating on it, he didn't care what the others thought, they were all idiots anyhow.
Refel moved past several other passengers and arrived at a ramp, stepping down from it and glancing around at the greeting Zeltron, he noticed an elderly man in white robes.
"Strange, a jedi out this far perhaps?" he snarled to himself.
Refel decided he would follow this one, and see where it took him.

 

[Christian Slade]

The Red Dragon Casino and Resort

In the thick of the city of Zeltros there was a massive cluster of buildings set up around one of the tallest buildings in Zeltros, the Red Dragon Casino. Around it had been laid out a number of sectioned off resort buildings. Accumulatively they had been known as "The Red Dragon Casino and Resorts", but to the people they were simply known as "The Red Dragon". They were a truly impressive site, the architecture state of the art and visually pleasing to the onlookers who beheld a display of flawless artwork in the red dragon that stretched across the painted windows of the Casino, it's tail tapering off in the buildings below that encircled it which had been the resorts themselves. It was one of the more impressive attractions of Zeltros, and it was all owned by one of the youngest entrepreneur's on the planet, Christian Slade.

Few knew of Christian Slade's true identity as a Sith Lord, however, and that was something that he'd never shared with anyone except the couple of people held any trust for. So few he could count them on but one hand. As if it mattered who might have known such a thing, though, considering the fact that the Casino owning Sith had made sure to keep his face out of every news story, picture and poster that anyone could have possibly displayed to the public. To the people his Casino and resorts served, Christian could walk among them as if an equal without them ever knowing of his financial stature. Something that he didn't take pride in to begin with.

It was, after all, only a front for his real dealings on Zeltros, which would explain why his time was so often spent at the top floor of the Red Dragon. His base of operations was located in the head of the Dragon, and it was there he pushed his campaign of slowly taking bar after club after strip club after casino and resorts all the same. One by one, he wanted to take over and control every bit of lane on Zeltros until there wasn't a property he didn't own by law, and when he did, he'd root out the Jedi from the planet he owed so much to.

That day, however, he was among the people of the planet in the lowest most ground floor of his Casino, having a drink at the bar and thinking what his next move might be.

 

[Klunk]

Klunk was walking around Zeltros not knowing where he was. After his Duros Master died he didn't know what to do, so he thought of finding a new Master. He noticed a Ship land in the city, and there was lots of people around that area. "That looks like a good place to look" Klunk said in his monotone Droid voice. He headed towards the area of the ship and all the people just looking around. He hoped someone would notice him and start a conversation with him. Without someone to tell him what to do he was basically lost. That would hopefully change.

 

[Malice Draclau]

Malice paid the other passengers no mind as they exited, continuing to make his trek away from the hanger and further into the city. However moving as an old human male just wasn't cuting it for him. Watching everyone around him carefully Malice slipped down a side alley. There he waited a few moments to make sure he wasn't followed. Once he was certain the Siths body began to shift. Years were taken off his looks as his body also straightened and tightened up. Within seconds he went from an old looking man to a young, vibrant gentlemen. Walking back out of the alley way the new Malice now strolled down the street in a quickened pace. He had failed to notice the strange being following him. Years of seclusion has caused the kings mind to be easily distracted.

Walking past several sentients the Shi'ido King rounded a corner. As he did so he ran right into something hard and shiny.....something that hurt running into. Falling backwards Malice landed with a grunt. Anger seethed within but he kept it under control. Afterall, it was his fault for walking so fast in the first place. Shaking his head Malice stood, groaning as he did so. Crimson eyes stared upon the droid, irritation easily seen on his face.

*You droid, why don't you watch where you're going* Malice eyed the droid.

They had droids back on Lao-mon though the different types varied. Being hidden away in the unknown regions gave them few contact with the rest of the galaxy. Still sometimes the occasional traveller would find Lao-mon. His people would quickly chase them away, shifting into ferocious creatures or acting as living trees to scare them. Droids were used on his planet as workers, helping with the heavy lifting.

 

[Refel Kalun]

Refel continued following the 'Jedi', it was easy enough, people didn't tend to expect shadows to follow them, and even if they looked, he could just stand still, humans needed movement to see, non-moving shadows didn't draw any attention.
Of course, Refel thought, a Jedi wouldn't need to see him, it could probably sense him. As well, he was wearing clothing which would look rather suspicious.
Refel glanced around the alley that the jedi had gone into, watching as he ran off.
"Surely he can't know." he grumbled as he begin to give chase, he rounded the corner to see the man on the ground and a droid near him.
Refel had been looking to get a droid for his ship, as well as to assist him with things, hunting sometimes required a good support after all. For now though he'd much rather stay out of the way, he'd communicate with the droid after the 'Jedi' left. A new thought came to him, he wondered if droids could in fact see him, perhaps, perhaps not, maybe some could, maybe all could, or maybe they were just as clueless as the other idiot species that inhabitated nearly all planets. With that, Refel backed slightly into the alley's shadow, watching the two.
@[member="Malice Draclau"] @[member="Klunk"]

 

[Klunk]

When Klunk was hit he nearly fell to the ground but he was lucky enough to get his balance back. He looked at the man that ran into him as he spoke to Klunk. "I am sorry for that," Klunk replied to the Man, "I was just hoping to find someone that would want to take me as their servant. I have been reprogrammed for companionship, but I lost my last Master." Klunk extended his metallic hand to the man on the ground to help him up.
@[member="Malice Draclau"]

 

[Malice Draclau]

Taking the droids hand Malice was pulled back to his feet.

*A servant you say?* Malice studied the droid, the now young male thinking of what he had just run into. Droids are capable of storing a lot of information and data. If this one was up and running for a long while he would have information useful to the Shi'ido King.

*If your master is gone then he does not deserve you. You can come with me. I have not the knowledge of the galaxy for the last several hundred years. Perhaps you could tell me what has transpired*

Malice didn't know if this droid would be of any use. However he was travelling alone as such, having a droid around could come in handy. Malice was no expert with machines and gagets anyway.

 

[Refel Kalun]

Interesting Refel thought as he listened, the jedi was a king as well as a very very old individual. Perhaps he would learn more than even he had anticipated from this jedi.
Then his mind wandered, what was the price on jedi these days? Was it worth the risk trying to capture one, perhaps, but for now he would simply continue his close watch.
He still wondered if droids could see him, maybe he should test it?

 

[Klunk]

"I am sorry, but I have recently been memory wiped. I am not sure what has happened lately, though I am sure asking around will get you your answers, Master." Klunk said to his new Master. "Also, My unit number is OOM-12, but my last Master named me Klunk." Klunk was happy to have a new Master, or at least as happy as a Droid could get. He hoped that his lack of knowledge wouldn't cause his new Master to just leave him.

@[member="Malice Draclau"]

 

[Malice Draclau]

Well that was disappointing. A droid with a memory wipe was as useful as a brand new recording device. Never the less Malice had a companion now. Looking around him for a moment the sith scanned the city. Through the force he felt a tremor. Something was off......but he couldn't place it. For now he would keep to what he was doing, but his senses were more alert now. Looking back to the droid Malice nodded.

*Very well let us be off. I am hungry and thirsty, we shall find me some food and drink before we go. Come Klunk* Malice decided to keep the robots old name, deciding it fine for the time being. There walk deeper into the city took them to the doorstep of a place called "The Redg Dragon Casino and Resort" Malice studied the outside of the building. It was rather flashy and extravagent, probably why it was popular. Looking to Klunk Malice motioned for the droid to follow him in.

On the transport Malice looked like an old man. In here however he looked like he was 30, a face that matched the current crowd much better. Picking a table towards the rightside of the place Malice now waited for a service droid to come by.

"So Klunk, do you remember where you were before this planet?"

 

[Refel Kalun]

Refel followed the two, Jedi and droid to a large complex, called The Red Dragon Casino and Resort. He'd never much cared for casinos, he always lost too much, and that surely didn't help his already nasty temper, or his weak credit amount. Refel stepped inside as a Zeltron bumped into him, apparently having been drinking by the smell of his breath. Refel growled, alcohol had a smell that Refel neither loved nor hated, still, it didn't help much when you were stalking someone.

Refel walked straight to the bar, keeping an eye on his prey and trying to seem inconspicuous, that didn't quite work when people could barely see your head, he could tell by the glances that people gave him, followed by second glances and finally just stares, but eventually they looked away, Zeltron were a party people after all. Refel sat next to a young man at the bar and waited for the barkeep to give him some attention. "I'd like something strong enough to...incapitate, someone in one good drink." Refel hoped that the sentence didn't sound too odd, and apparently it didn't, people would do anything to escape there troubles, even slipping into unconsciousness apparently, Refel laid down several credits, some of his last ones he grimaced and turned to watch his prey and his new droid.

@[member="Malice Draclau"] @[member="Klunk"] @[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian smirked as he heard @[member="Refel Kalun"] order his beverage. It wasn't a request he hadn't heard before, but it wasn't a typical one. As he ordered it, however, the bartender looked to Christian as if he needed some sort of permission to blow the customer away with an all too potent drink. Slade simply nodded slightly, however, when their eyes connected.

"You should be careful with that one.", Christian said to the man sitting across the bar from him, his finger extending from his own glass, filled with whiskey. He was pointing at the newly delivered drink, which was almost pure alcohol and would taste like one was sipping on some sort of fossil fuel. "It's one of our tougher to swallow."

@[member="Malice Draclau"] @[member="Klunk"] @[member="Refel Kalun"]

 

[Klunk]

"I don't exactly remember," Klunk said to his Masters question, "But since I am of the OOM Series my last Master guessed I was probably working in CIS like the rest of the OOM Droids in the galaxy." Klunk looked around the building his Master lead him to. It was filled with many people getting drinks and gambling. Ever since he got reprogrammed, Klunk didn't like places like this, since needless battles often started in these places, but he wasn't going to say anything about it though. Klunk could tell his Master was probably here for a reason, which he might learn soon.

@[member="Malice Draclau"]

 

[Refel Kalun]

Refel turned back to the bar, seeing the barkeep lay down the drink, taking a breath he realized he couldn't smell anything except alcohol, obviously the request for a strong drink hadn't been taken lightly. And then someone had started talking next to him, as soon as he heard the voice he figured it was probably some idiot trying to figure out why he looked so strange or why he had taken there seat or something...something to get Refel's blood burning.

The man didn't say anything about his appearance, which was slightly odd, but, sometimes something different was nice. Still, Refel wasn't one to take orders well, even when they were technically just suggestions and probably weren't intended with any malice. But probably still left a chance. "I don't need your baby-sitting" he snarled, Then he mumbled 'Pest' in Defel, knowing very well that most people wouldn't understand the Defel language, but that was fine with him.

"Besides, I'm smart enough to know that this drink is powerful, I can scent it...actually, I couldn't stop scenting it if I wanted to, which I very much do." Refel growled again, grabbing hold of the drink and spinning around to stare at the prey, glancing away occasionally just in case they took a look at him.

@[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Malice Draclau]

Crimson eyes continued to look around as Klunk Spoke. CIS....a company Malice was not familiar with. If they were making droids however they must have some influence throughout the galaxy. Malice would have to meet them, see if he could work out a deal to bring more droids to his planet. After sometime someone finally approached his table. It wasn't a droid like he expected but instead a very pretty female Zeltors bounced up to their table, her head and body moving and swaying to the music.

"Hey cutie what can I getcha'" She spoke a wide smile on her face.

Malice just stared up at her, a polite smile upon his face as well. *Whatever you would reccomend. I am unacustomed to popular drinks in the galaxy* Hell Malice wasn't even sure they still made the drinks he liked to enjoy centuries ago. When she walked away Malice turned back to Klunk. *I would like to see this CIS, this place of your creation. But first, we need to gather as much information from this planet as possible. How are your intel gathering skills Klunk? I know with your memory wipe you have a lot of space to store information, and information of all kind is what I am looking for*

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya hated the Casino, it was one of her larger competitors, but during the day her club was quiet and she was incredibly bored, so she figured she would pay her competitor a visit. She sat quietly at the end of the bar observing the customer silently, brooding about whether she should delve into such a business. Eyes flicked from the new customer as he ordered a stiff drink, a smirk coming to her face as Slade offered advice, only to be snapped at. "Clearly the customer knows better." she commented finally drawing attention to herself. She was known on Zeltros as Lady Apoleia the owner of the largest nightclub in the area.

Any who knew her as Anaya Fen were wise enough not to state so out loud, she liked her true name to remain silent and unspoken except by those closest to her. She rose from her seat, passed by Christian Slade, offering him a flirty smile and a wink before joining an old man and a droid. "I would apologise for listening to your conversation, but I wouldn't mean it. What information do you require?"