Tython, the ancient home world of the Je'daii Order, still retaining significance for the still active order, but also fully of much mystery and knowledge, a planet surrounded by the force, neither light nor dark, a place of balance. Kurenai had visited the planet many times before, her last trip being only a year and a bit ago, her trip being one to remember, the ships she was traveling along coming under attack from pirates, meeting up with a few Jedi to fight them back, winding up training one of said Jedi in CQC and venting anger in a controlled manner.
This time though things would be a little different, more a social stop and means to pick off where she had left the last visit but first wished to relax a bit, well more like crack a few skulls, as of late her military engagements had been a bit lack luster, the veteran soldier itching for a good fist fight. As such she found herself as some back swamp bar, a few clicks away from one of the old temples, but something was off, as Kurenai entered the bar she felt a very, very dark presence.
Kurenai's light, almost yellow, brown eyes quickly zero in on the source, a Zabarak sitting idly in the middle of the bar, sombre from the looks of things. 'That man is no CIS member, nor a Jedi... I know a Sith when I see one, and here of all places, not only Galatic Alliance space, but on the Je'daii home world, ohhh this guy is just asking for a fight".
[member="Rex Taff"] / [member="Darth SiRiDio"]