For the long nights ahead

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Zeltros, 19:00 hours.

Gherron walked through the bustling streets of Zeltros, hood covering his face, doing his best to waft off the pungent odor of pheromones filling the air. His beard now hung more ragged than before at his chin, and his face was somewhat gaunt. He was scary to look at, and staring into his eyes now gave others a new kind of fear; not the strong, startling grey of a warrior, but more like a cold silver of a sharp blade, ready to strike at anything. His clothes were tattered, yet he wore as much as possible, weighing him down and hopefully breaking apart his force signature, for at this point it was likely just a whisper for those who knew where to look. It was the first time he'd been in a city that he hadn't nearly leveled in a while, and he intended to keep it that way. His most prominent scar was now gone, but instinctively still he reached over his chest where it used to be and winced. It hurt, now more emotionally than physically. He needed to be as far away from his loved ones as possible for the time being. However long it took for him to fully regain his sanity and composure, he would stay away from them. And yes, he realized. He had partially lost his sanity throughout the constant struggle of fighting with his darkness. He had only just lost an argument with himself for the fifth time today, and that was a new record. Shaking his head softly, the rugged man stepped into a cantina, sat at the front bar, and tossed a handful of credits in front of him. "Just give me something strong", came a hoarse voice.

[member="Maki Grim"]

 

[Prazutis]

Maki sitting in the Cantina listening to patrons for clues to the state of the Jedi or even the republic. He noticed a man in raggy clothes come in and tis some chips on the counter ordering a drink. Maki thought nothing of it as cantina's always seemed to draw in the freaks and weirdos of the galaxy. Makis elegant grey and blue Jedi robes near saved pressed with his hood up and over his masked face. A Mask he has not taken off since he was a young boy unless it was in the comfort of his own home. He had good reason too, under his mask his face horridly burned and scarred from Sith attempting to burn him alive as a child. Maki went about listen to the patrons. Once he turned and leaned against the counter on his right side of his belt was seen the hilt for a double bladed lightsaber and on his left was the hilt for a single bladed lightsaber. Maki felt no reason to hide that he was a Jedi... Or a beginner Jedi. It's who he was. The galaxy had to deal with it. Besides he reached nothing to do with all the drunks in here, he wanted training in the Jedi Arts and to find the Sith that killed his parents and mangled his face.

[Member=gherron vael]

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Looking around the bar as he drank, Gherron scrunched his eyes slightly as he detected something he hadn't just a moment before. Craning his neck to the left, he saw, sure enough, a Jedi padawan in the guise of some sort of temple guard. What the young padawan was doing on Zeltros without a master was beyond him, but the young man was looking for trouble, dressed like that in the slums where anything could happen. Depending on his training, the Young man may be able to defend himself against a few anxious goons looking to make a few bucks, but the possibility that the situation could happen was a very likely. Shaking his head softly, Gherron got up and sauntered over to the masked Jedi a few steps. Furrowing his brow, he tried to relay a mental message to the other, but found nothing there. His current state wouldn't allow it. Sighing, he just placed a hand on his shoulder. "This is no place for a padawan, my friend. Where's your master?"

[member="Maki Grim"]

 

[Prazutis]

Maki vent the hand on his shoulder and turned to see the raggy dressed man. Maki looked him up and down wondering how this guy knew he was only a padawan. Maki decided to answer him. Maki's voice was muffled and heavy (think plo koons voice).

Who are you, why is your hand on my shoulder, and how do you know I'm only a padawan, I could be a knight, maybe even a master, how would you know the difference?

Maki continued to look around at other patrons trying to sense any trouble but was having trouble doing it. Would make sense though as he has not been trained enough to master force sense. Maki awaited [member=gherron vael]'s answers as her tried to stay alert for anything that might and could go wrong.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Shaking his head, Gherron realized that the padawan would need a little convincing if he was going to go anywhere. Reaching around his side, he began patting his numerous pockets for something. About twenty seconds later, he finally brought out a small medallion and showed it to the Jedi in the palm of his hand. Upon inspection, the padawan would see it as the crest of the Republic. "I'm one of the good guys, that's how I know. Now come with me. Like I said, this is no place for a padawan learner and I will not see any trouble right now. I've had too much already." With that, he left the medallion in the possession of the other man, in case he wanted to inspect it even more to prove it genuine. Walking outside through the back entrance, Gherron quickly scanned the surrounding area and did a small sweep through the force to prove what he already suspected, the alley was clear. If he was close enough, the young padawan may have been just able to sense the force probe coming from him, but would even still only get just a taste, just enough to perk his curiosity. Bringing down his hood, Gherron let his mangled hair fall down around his head, giving it a good shake to loosen it up before turning around to meet the man he was sure had been wise enough to follow him outside.

[member="Maki Grim"]

 

[Prazutis]

Maki would take the medallion and examine. He looked back at the man to see him exiting out the door. Maki followed him out the door and looked around before looking back at [member=gherron vael]. Maki didn't know what to think but he could sense the force in this man but not enough as he wanted to due to his abilities not being fully trained.

so who are you, you a Jedi, I can feel the force around you.

Maki offered the medallion back to the man as he continued to try and get a feel for his surroundings.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Looking the man up and down a few times Gherron shook his head then. "I'm not saying anything until you tell me what you're doing here alone. A padawan shouldn't be in this kind of lace by himself... It's not safe, especially on Zeltros." He tried to peer into the eye slits of the mask, hoping to judge who the man was, or at least what species. If his senses wee correct, Gherron figured the man to be a fellow human, though why he had the armor on was beyond him. The weapon at his side was a bit obvious, so either he was a rookie at this or just didn't care about stealth. Whoever he was, Gherron could sense a great deal of pain coming from him; some kind of tragedy had happened in his past. Something he could relate to. As he continued his weak probe through the force, he felt a sharp mental spike and recoiled in pain. He'd gone too far, it seemed. His connection to the force was dulled, it seemed... Hopefully it would get better with time.

[member="Maki Grim"]

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Ignore.

 

[Prazutis]

Maki nodded to him.

scouting locations for Sith, same thing I have been doing for 9 years. Yeah grant it in not fully trained.... I'm m hardly trained. But the Sith did something to me and they need to pay.

Maki looked to [member=Gherron Vael]. Maki was hurting now, physically and emotionally. Every time he thought about the Sith forcing him to watch his parents be burned alive then after they died left maki to burn to death hurt. It was a scar that would never heal. The point of his mask was to hide is severely burned and scarred face. He had not taken the mask off in several years unless he was alone.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

"Okay, let me stop you right there." Gherron knew all about revenge, and if he could help it, he wasn't about to let another Jedi get consumed by it. "You can't just promise your revenge on the Sith. I can't imagine what they did to you, but I know what they did to me. They took my home. My friends. I watched personally as old friends turned and I had to fight them." His mind flashed to his old friend Krest, now known as the Sith lord Darth Ferus. Or at least, last time he'd seen him. Too many like thr zabrak had turned to the dark side and he wasn't able to stop them. "I'm not saying it's wrong to be angry. Just don't try to channel it the wrong way... You'll lose every time. I did. Do you wanna look like me?" And it was true. Because he lost control of himself in fighting a rogue Sith, now he was in the situation where he had to run from everything. It was horrible, having to stay away from those one loved.

[member="Maki Grim"]

 

[Prazutis]

Maki felt bad but at the same time he understood.

when I was younger, The Sith cave into my home, bound me to a chair and forced me to watch them burn my parents alive. After my parents died they tortured me with force lightning and then set my house ablaze and left me for dead. Before the rescue team arrived the for caught me and burned me. I went through treatment for a year to stay alive. My will to seek revenge for my parents let me alive. I don't want to be driven into the Darkness but I want Justice. I want those Sith to feel what I felt when I was forced to watch my parents burn to death. My severly burned body is why I wear this mask, it hides my burned face. I am sorry about your friend turning to the darkside as well.

Maki felt relief talking to [member=gherron Vael] about his haunting past, he had never told anyone what had happened to his parents or him, but now that he has it felt like he was lighter, more calm he really could not explain it, but he did know he wanted to see the Sith burn.