Private Echoes of a Past That No Longer Exists

[Scherezade deWinter]

Xaedrin Vondiranach​

A moderately inhabited moon, somewhere neutral in the Middle Rim…

There was a large disposable box in her hands, the top lid having been completely removed. Lazily, her hand dug into the box, only to come out with a handful of Whimbamba, which she lazily chewed on. It was not what she normally ate; the Blood Hound preferred meats and cheeses, and tended to avoid snacking almost entirely, but she'd become hungry, and her usual stash of cheese cubes and jerky had run dry.

Normally, she would have stopped somewhere to stock back up in such an event. And that was, to be truthful, part of what she was doing on the moon. But she was also seeing the shipment of a ship full of weapons, mostly of the stabby kind. Agents of Chaos had expected the shipment to potentially be attacked by some of the interplanetary governments around the area or by the pirates that loved to space sail in the river between the Confederacy and the Silvers, and so a handful of combatants had been sent along to protect the cargo in case of uninvited boarding.

The other buttholes didn't have any cheese of jerky to offer her either. Not even for creds.

Thankfully though, their mission was clear; they were here to guard and keep an eye, not to do the actual unloading. For that, there were plenty of droids that took care of the inventory, though it was still going to take a few hours. And while Scherezade did not hold an official position in the Agents of Chaos hierarchy, it was somehow understood and accepted that she outranked the others. When it came to battle, it never mattered; she always fought in the front lines, taking more damage into her body and equipment than could possibly be healthy. But now…

Now, she was completely going to give into that itch. "Keep guarding," she gave the orders, "I need to go take care of something."

Normally, Scherezade preferred to hunt for her food. Now though, without her little kitchen on her personal ship, most of the meat would've been wasted. Instead, she was going to have to go for a shop.

With a careless shrug, the Sithling turned around and walked away, marching straight into the city center.

 

[Xaedrin Vondiranach]

"That," Xaedrin said as he handed the woman in the doorway a small, leather bag of credit chits, "was exactly what I needed." The woman laughed slightly as she took the bag and walked back inside, the door sliding closed beind her. Xaedrin smiled to himself as he turned and walked away from the door and back entered the alleyway. He wasn't sure how he'd ended up on this backwater moon, but there was one thing he knew: he would try to enjoy every moment of it.

He exited the alleyway back onto the main thoroughfare of the city heading back into the quaint central market district. It was so different than the overly-populated planets he'd found himself on so frequently. Slow, simple spacious. But it wouldn't last forever. There were simply too many people in the galaxy, and that wasn't slowing down. Soon even this moon would be overflowing with life, bringing with it all of the annoying ugliness of everywhere else.

Oh well. Not his problem.

I could get used to this hedonist thing.

Scherezade deWinter

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Xaedrin Vondiranach​

Walking through the streets, the Sithling couldn't say she was much impressed. There were places that saw more action. There were places that had a nicer sincere feeling to them. This… It was just another moon, without even a name worth remembering.

The shops had… Too much to offer though. To Scherezade, it smelled like a tourist trap, which was uber weird because, who the heck would want to be a tourist at a place like this? There were so many other planets in the galaxy that would've made better destinations, and even the fuel to get to them was cheaper than it was to get here.

Still, she entered the first shop that had food in it, buying herself a new bag of cheese cubes. Nothing like a good cheese cube to pass time until you found proper food.

But turning around a corner, the Sithling came to a complete and utter stop as her gaze befell on Xaedrin Vondiranach . It was another of his family that had either killed or almost killed her over a year ago. But more than that, this was another of the family that she remembered. Well, not remembered, but had memories of.

Her grandmother had known him. He had trained with her grandfather and with her uncle.

Glowing green eyes flashed with panic. Was he here to kill her? Was he here at the bidding of any of those people? This… This couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?

The cheese cube stuck in her throat as she continued to stare, her feet feeling as though they were glued to the ground.