Time changes everything. And yet changes nothing. He sat in the hold of the ship, a transport freighter, with miscellanous cargo being transported to Alderaan. Sitting there in the darkness he breathed slowly. Eyes were closed. If one was to come upon him they would perhaps think he was in slumber. But nothing was farther then the truth. Yes, his body rested. But the mind of the man sitting in the dark was aflame with activity.
He had gone by many titles in his time. Madman. Sith. Mando'ad. Monster. Villain. Evil. Killer. Warmonger. Even Friend. Brother. Lover. Savior. A sigh escaped pursed lips. Yes, he was all of these titles. And none of them. Three hundred and forty seven years, nine months, and eleven days. That was how long he was in hell. But he had been returned. Eyes opened and the darkness of the cargo hold was illuminated by the irridescient blue glow from his luminous eyes like a raging fire barely restrained. Much like the man who the eyes belonged to.
The ship shook lightly as it enetered the planet's gravity well and descended to the spaceport. Rising the man straightened the pack that hung from his shoulders. He was dressed in his normal attire. Trousers, boots, long sleeve tan tunic with his mangy leather jacket over top. A curved knife made of mythosaur bone rested snuggly in its sheath on his belt. Shrugging slightly he reset the sword strapped to his back. A low whistle from him called to his companion.
Two more glowing blue orbs blinked into existence. As the ship settled the running lights came on and the animal walked over and rubbed its massive head against his side. The tuk'ata was a sight to behold. The horns adorning its head like a mane and the thick sharp spines running down the ridge of its back to the muscled tail weaving side to side. It was a fearsome sith to behold. But the intelligence burning in the blue orbs with a predatory cunning was perhaps the most frightful thing about the sith hound. Chuckling lightly the man patted the beast on the side with an open palm and murmered, "Tracyn, ner burc'ya. Udesii."
The ramp lowered and the man walked off with the great hound following at his side. Across the port they walked toward the outer customs desk. A young woman sat their staring in fright as they approached. Stopping before her the man couldn't decide who she was more fearful of. The beast or the man who walked alongside such an animal. "P-p-papers", she stammered. With a quiet chuckle he handed her his identification. Her eyes widened as she ran his name and saw warrants, crimes comitted, affiliations, and other such information cross her screen. It was a definite answer now. It was he she was most afraid of now. With a wave of his hand he erased her short term memory. She sat with a glazed look in her eyes as they walked around the desk.
Pausing he looked at the screen and nodded with a frown. Muad Dib was plastered on the screen with several warnings flashing on the screen. Placing his hand on the electronics he let a surge of electricity flow from his left hand frying the terminal. The tuk'ata growled. "K'uur." The great sith hound quieted. The pair slipped from the landing pads and disappeared into the city. As they moved he pulled the hood from his jacket up, concealing his face in the shadows. All except the glowing blue eyes.
As they walked along the nearly empty streets They drew looks of fear and curiosity. And fear. Much fear. He could taste it on the wind. It brought a small grin to his face. Pausing on a corner he raised his head and breathed in catching a scent he well knew and recognized. The clean purity of a sandstorm. The sweet fragrance of a desert blossom. The wildness and inherent danger of the wasteland cacti. He grinned and patted the beast murmering, "Oya". Tracyn looked at the man and opened its jaws wide, teeth glistening. Then it leapt high against a wall and, with its talons, climbed to the rooftops to disappear.
Closing his eyes he shared his scent with the beast and the tuk'ata tore across rooftops tracking it. Walking along the man felt the bond, the connection, vibrating and knew he was close. A growl in the night signaled to the man from two blocks over. Sliding through the darkness and illuminated by only moonlight he paused leaning against a building. His eyes took in her form, the form of Arabella. He stood and watched her move with lithe grace. She was as beautiful as ever. The tuk'ata watched from above with cocked head looking at the creature that had enraptured his master so.
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