Homecoming

[Krux Mullarus]

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With the Masquerading Demon that willed Krux Mullarus' life to his own will for over a decade finally deceased, the young Sith Knight took a few days to himself to rekindle the flame in his heart that inspired him to keep himself on his feet. He spent time with his new lover, stripped straight out of his wildest dreams, for a few. It was amazing how similar she was to him. Even as powerful, successful members of the One Sith, both Setzi Lunelle and himself still held on to something most Sith abandoned before their Sith training even begun. Morality. Perhaps it was just the two of them alone in the endeavor, but Krux, for one, had not met another Sith who still genuinely felt benevolent as a person. Maybe it was just a human thing that the lovers shared.

Regardless, after spending some time with her, Krux decided to take a trip back home to Anaxes alone to check out the old, run-down apartment that the Demon once resided in and trained Krux before he had formally become a part of the One Sith and pledged himself to the teachings of Darth Pyrrhus, the hateful Sith Lord who no doubt was seeking revenge against both himself and Setzi for betraying him not with a dagger in the back, but through love. Was it really love that he and Setzi shared? Or had the Lord manipulated the poor, young woman with his cruelty and knowledge of the Dark Side to just spread her legs for him? Stop it, Krux, we are trying to relax and forget about things like that. Stop thinking of the past. She has declared her love to you time and time again over the course of the past week or so. She loves you now. She wants you to help her raise Pyrrhus' own child that she is carrying.

Thoughts of the togruta were quickly discarded, but memories of his relaxing few days with Setzi now flooded his mind. They made him feel more pure, and less dark and hateful like a Sith. Perhaps that was why he and Setzi had found each other. In her presence, he didn't feel like a pawn of the Emperor or the Sith. He didn't feel like the monster Darth Pyrrhus wanted him to be. With her, he just felt like Krux Mullarus, just another human man trying to make his way in the galaxy. He felt enlightened thanks to her.

Patriot, Mullarus' Charger-class Assault Freighter broke Anaxes' atmosphere and he found himself flying through his home. The city that built him. Most of Anaxes was, indeed, an imperial fort for the navy, but those who worked for the navy had to live somewhere. The city was mostly made of those people, but beyond that, it was very similar to cities like Coruscant and Nar Shadaa.

Mullarus docked with the apartment complex he was raised in, setting Patriot down softly and making his way inside. Mullarus expected no trouble today, so he was dressed in simple civilian clothing, complete with his favorite leather jacket. The only thing about him that really screamed Sith was the long-hilted lightsaber that still hung from his belt. He hated to part with it.

Strolling through the apartment's corridors was a nostalgic trip for the young Sith Knight. As a child, he would find comfort in roaming the halls, just trying to avoid returning 'home' to Jekyll's abode in room F-351. The corridors had a soft, cream color scheme to them. The carpet was soft with comfortable, inviting patterns on them. You would never be able to tell that a retired Sith Lord lived here.

Finally, he found it. He put in his grandfather's secret number code into the door and watched it snap open, stepping inside. Unlike the rest of the apartment complex, the Masquerading Demon's humble abode was dark, with a sinister steel blue and grey color scheme to it. Most of the apartment was dirty and trashed from Mullarus' last visit to it, which was about five years ago when the elderly Sith Lord declared him fit to be sent to Coruscant and judged by the new generation of Sith, under whom he would train and ascend to the rank of Sith Lord to destroy the Jedi Order and the Republic. Still unable to fully control the anger buried deep in his heart, Mullarus had a meltdown until Jekyll put him back into his place. Painfully.

The memories made Mullarus shudder. Force Lightning was, and until he and his caring lover found a way to produce new, organic replacement for his cybernetics through risky Sith Alchemy, will remain a bitter weakness to him through the emotional trauma suffered by the sickly hands of his grandfather, who still loved to spew forth storms of thunder from his fingertips as his preferred style of combat. Even Mullarus himself knew of the power and could use it if he had to, but really preferred other alternatives, like Force Grip. You know, ones that wouldn't trigger emotional flashbacks.

Mullarus paced the apartment, taking in the powerful, but faint Dark Side sensations that lingered inside the cold halls. He passed his old bedroom, Lord Jekyll's own, the room set up for training and meditation. It was all still here. He wanted to destroy it, but he really needed to clean it up so he could rent it out to someone new who would inevitably erase the old, painful memories that still lingered within the walls.


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[Connor Harrison]

Riding the Perlemian Trade Route was easy enough in his unmarked Dynasty Class ship. It allowed him to navigate through Republic space, surveying the chaos on Chazwa that Taeli had told him about and Keira Ticon had been involved with. While he wasn’t getting involved directly, he still wanted to know what was going on.

But while he was so close, he couldn’t help touching upon One Sith space and visiting his home world of Anaxes. He hadn’t been to the planet in over 20 years, choosing to block out his past during so much uncertainty in his future. Now, however, it was time to remind himself where he came from. Who he was. Where his roots were. Sith space or not, this was his home and no Sith was going to claim they controlled it.

It took a while to stay discreet and follow the tide of ships using the shipyards of the planet, but Connor Harrison eventually came through the atmosphere smoothly. Still thriving with industry and naval outposts – crawling with a Sith influence which was sad to see – the planet echoed the mighty Coruscant or Denon in activity. He remembered where to go without hesitation. Some things never left the subconscious, and the sprawling apartment block where he was born was one of them. It had been built on and expanded to cater for the mass population near the old fort and shipyards, but it was still familiar.

Everything about the planet was how he imagined; sky lanes were busy, huge freighters were silhouetted by the low sun and loomed in the distance across the bay and speeders and swoops navigated the ground levels as citizens, soldiers and workers mulled about their daily lives. It was easy enough to land, and had had his old permit to be near the complex itself (and crossing a palm with a few credits sweetened the deal).

Opting for discretion, Connor wore his less-than-conventional Silver Jedi gear that was modified just for him; thermal layers underneath a long greatcoat with hood. If he wanted too, he could pass off as a smouldering Sith; there was no evident Jedi look to him. He had promised himself he would update his wardrobe on return to Voss however to show his allegiance to the Order. The tinge of grey in his hair showed the recent stresses his life had taken and the near-death experience he had felt, not to mention his experimentation with the Force. But, regardless, he was in a good place and a better position now than he had been in years.

The Force swelled around him, rippling through the beings around him. The touch of the Dark Side was present, as expected, but he shut himself off to such things as he understood its calling. It was there, as powerful as the Light, and he wasn’t going to focus on it. Connor stood below the apartment complex, wondering where to start first to explore his old haunts. It’d be nice to see what had changed inside, and an extra challenge to see if he could locate where a good portion of his childhood was spent while his father worked in the shipyards.

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[Krux Mullarus]

There was a disturbance among the surrounding darkness. Something didn't belong, but it was so faint, Mullarus couldn't tell where it was coming from. He lowered his head and closed his eyes. Mortal eyes could decieve the mind of a human. The Force would not lie. All around him, the Force colored in auras all over Anaxes. He has to lean a hand against the wall to see them all. Average citizens, workers, the occasional Sith. The auras all were unique.

There was one he recognized. It had been a while since he had seen this one. It was from Toola. One of Setzi's enemies. What was he doing here?

Mullarus opened his eyes again and decided to find out. No jedi would slither their way onto his homeworld without him knowing why.

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[Connor Harrison]

He had to crane his head back to look up at the apartment block which looked more like a sprawling complex catering to anyone and everyone. It was a shame how it had changed, but that was the way of the galaxy. Change. Connor sighed, letting his eyes lazily look down the building until he faced the stairs leading up to the entrance, almost like a temple.

His eyes moved again, with that irk that someone was watching him. Looking at him. Reading him. Turning around, he scanned the bodies who passed by and looked out beyond the plaza, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. The fact this place was tainted with the tendrils of the Sith didn’t help. Nobody knew he was here, so it was time to keep his head down and get out of the open.

Inside he went, jogging up the stairs and greeting a protocol droid making way for him to enter.

Two sets of lifts across the way and a large staircase curling around the rear of the rather modern looking building greeted him. A few potted plants, scrolling news feeds on holo-displays on the wall and a few patrons milling around. Connor kept his head down and felt the eyes on him again inside.

He had started up the stairs but stopped mid-flight and looked up, following the stairs around as another being started down. This was Sith, and this was an aura and temper he recognised from Toola. A horrible coincidence and something he didn’t want right now so near to the enemy.

Freezing, eyes a little wide, Connor turned around sharply and focused on pulling in his Force signature. Focus on nothing; be nothing. Be centred. Let him pass.

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[Krux Mullarus]

There were footsteps at the bottom of the curling staircase Mullarus was descending down. The presence he saw from Toola was close.

Yet, suddenly, it was gone. Gone? Well, Jedi don't just magically dissapear out of thin air, as much as Mullarus wished they would. He must have hidden his aura. What an incredible ability.

Mullarus got to the bottom of the steps into the lobby. There were a handful of people here, and any of them could be the guy he was looking for. To make matters worse, they were almost all dressed the same. Big coats with hoods, be it brown to black to grey. Mullarus made a face. He couldnt feel anything from any of them. Whoever this guy was, he was damn good at hiding. Typical. A Jedi good at running and hiding. he thought.

Mullarus watched the red protocol droid by the front door greet guests for a second, then decided to make his way over to the diner in the other room. If he was patient, perhaps the jedi would reveal himself.

Or, perhaps, he would simply join him for tea.

Mullarus sat at a small, circular table that faced the windows looking into the lobby. Be still had eyes, both mental and physical, on the people of the lobby. Nearly a second after he sat, a waiter approached him, recognizing the lightsaber on his belt and asking, "May I get you anything, my lord?"

Not taking his eyes off of the lobby, Mullarus nodded, "Tea. Make it two. I may be expecting a guest."

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[Connor Harrison]

From where Connor stood, he looked up with his head down, standing still and minding his own business. The Sith moved down, and across the lobby with a sense of urgency to him, but controlled pace, as if he knew there was another around but not where.

It was the Knight from Toola, the one with an unwavering desire to protect Setzi Lunelle and ready for a fight. Well, he wasn’t here for a fight and if one came to him he would end it, quick. Retracing his steps back down, Connor wondered why he was here in the apartment block, but quickly countered that with the realisation this was a place occupied by the One Sith and so he was the odd one out.

Instead of leaving, Connor rubbed his hands together gently as he walked slowly to where the Sith went, a handful of questions burning inside – what happened to Anaxes, and what had led to the severe facelift it had been given, and maybe more so what was the status of Setzi Lunelle, one who was a dangerous threat to the Sanctum.

Walking into the dining hall, which looked out over the plaza this complex was in and was home for passing patrons and those staying in the apartments and flats, Connor unhooked his lightsaber hilt, spinning it around his palm as a waiter passed, a look of panic on his face. The Sith was seated by the window and the two locked eyes, as Connor revealed his Force signature fully.

”You showed restraint last time we met, Sith. Let’s see if you can do it again.”

Standing inches from the table, he gently leant over and placed his silver hilt on the table by the vacant chair and didn’t break eye contact.

”May I?” He indicated to the chair and took a seat before he was granted.

What a peculiar situation this was indeed, but on the face of it, this was two men dressed rather bleakly having a cup of tea and a civil chat. A chat with a ticking time bomb between them that could go off any minute.

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[Krux Mullarus]

Only, little did the jedi know, Krux Mullarus lived for moments like these. Unlike many other Sith who felt an obsession with the destruction of all jedi and other sympathizers of the Light side, Mullarus had more restraint when it came to civility. His favorite activity to perform on jedi was to show them how foolish it was for them to generalize all Sith to be brutish butchers.

No doubt, Mullarus sat up a bit straighter in his chair when the Jedi made himself known and unhooked his lightsaber from his belt, but nodded slowly when he set it down on the table. Mullarus locked eyes with the man as well and did the same, calmly setting his own exoticly-constructed lightsaber next to it. It was, no doubt, longer than the Jedi's, likely due to Sith seeing their lightsabers more as weapons than tools, like Jedi see them as.

With the Jedi's hood still up over his head, he still would not be able to tell this was the Jedi he had crossed blades with in Setzi's defense on Toola yet. Sure, he had felt and seen his aura through the Force, but it had been a long time since he had seen the man as an aura. Krux remembered faces much better.

"Of course" he said, gesturing to the chair across from him. "No doubt you're here to pry me for questions. I am glad we can do it peacefully, however. This is my home, and i'd rather not taint it with blood." Mullarus had no idea that Anaxes was the home of this Jedi, like himself, so his only assumption was that he had come here for him. He leaned back against the backrest of the chair, watching the Jedi closely.

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[Connor Harrison]

Connor pulled away his hood, patting it down with his hands and taking off his gloves. The black hair fell forward a little, the hints of grey streaking across his side. This was a different man from the last time they had met on Toola in a whirlwind of snow and emotion.

”This isn't just your home my friend,” he pocketed the gloves,”but mine too. And your right, no blood will stain it's already corrupted surface.”

Sitting back a little, the air not quite hostile between them, he didn't know what to say. There was no call for violence, but sitting opposite a Sith wasn't something people expected Jedi to do. But, this wasn't our typical Jedi and probably a non-typical Sith.

”I have no questions for you. I'm simply here visiting my home, and I've not been here for many, many years. Way before the Sith claimed it. It's a sad sight to see.”

He looked at the Sith for a moment longer.

”Is this your home planet from birth, or just with your time serving the Dark?”

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[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus' brows rose at the mention of Anaxes being this man's homeworld as well. Not only that, but when he removed his hood, he instantly recognized him. The man he briefly battled in Setzi's defense. What was his name again? "You're the one who knows about..." he murmured, stopping himself and saving that question for later.

"I was born here on Anaxes, and I was raised by imperial naval engineers until my selfish bastard of a grandfather had them murdered to get me to surrender to the Dark Side. That fault of his has been dealt with, and justice has been served to him by me personally. In the beginning, I may have been a servant of the Dark as you say, but as I have grown and learned, the Dark bends to my will now. Can you say the same about your code full of boundaries, restrictions, and fear?"

Of course, maybe since this man was technically a part of the Silver Jedi Order, maybe they had a different code they followed that wasnt so restrictive. If Harrison was as wise as most people thought, he could probably sense a war inside of Mullarus' heart. There was a conflict between light and dark. There always was. But this was different. One of the Sith's most loyal members was beginning to question that loyalty, and if Harrison could feel it, the source of Mullarus' conflict would stem from one woman.

Setzi Lunelle.

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[Connor Harrison]

Connor glanced left, then right. Taking it all exits – doors and windows – and the general feel of the place. Just in case. He looked to the Sith and folded his leg over the lap, resting his hands together and made steeples with his fingers, as if carrying out an evaluation. Which he was, being the only thing he could do.

From the first question he drip-fed, which had to have been obvious, to whet Connor’s appetite to stay, here were two man from the same planet on different sides of the Force who had no reason to come together except their home ties.

”Yes, I believe there is a Code somewhere,” Connor said curiously, tapping his chin, ”but it doesn’t dictate my allegiance or my view on the Light. I mean, the Dark will never bend to your whim, as you say. Don’t get me wrong, you can think that all you like, but sadly it has you right where it wants you to ensure it will always be part of you – eating away at you like it did via your grandfather. Sort of like a vicious cycle.”

His blue eyes narrowed and flicked upwards, as if trying to recollect something. He was talking very casually, with no hint of aggression. He was going to remain in control.

”Boundaries and rules are needed by everyone, by everything, so I’m glad at times they are there. It helps remind me who I am and what I am. Not that I don’t sometimes…bend them a little. I mean, don’t we all?”

The waiter returned with their refreshments – how civil! Connor, however, didn’t react.

”So. How is the Lunelle crusade going? I trust for now that Setzi has other things on her mind than seeking an un-seekable sister?”

Control, that was fine. But Connor still liked to poke the fires a little, to see what reactions and responses he could get from the little embers glowing down below. It was something he had learnt to do from a young age; to encourage true colours and motives to be shown through the masks people wore.

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[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus seemed to relax slightly as well, continuing to keep his back against the backrest of the seat. When their beverages showed, he immediately went for a drink, scoffing at the Jedi's comments on the Dark Side. He set his glass down, "Well, now we see who the one that has studied the Dark Side all of his life is. It would seem you know nothing of the Dark Side, but it makes sense since you've spent all of your time sheltered in the light. I don't blame you for it. It's not your fault you serve endlessly in the light alone when you could be a king in the Dark."

Krux chuckled softly at the name he gave the situation. 'Lunelle crusade'. Honestly, with all that Setzi and he had done together lately, he had almost forgotten about her lost sister, supposedly in the possession of this man somewhere. "I could ask you the same, since you're apparently the one who knows of Chastity Lunelle's wherabouts and refuses to tell her sister, dying to hear from her. People call the Sith the evil ones, but who keeps a family separated like this, really? I'll have you know Setzi would have no interest in turning her sister to the Dark Side." It was all he would say of it now, but it was likely true. Setzi had confessed much to him a few nights before at his manor, one being her sudden distaste for the Sith. Krux didn't disagree, and as such, he felt he could now forsee they would not remain in the Sith Empire forever.

He refrained from mentioning this to the Jedi, of course.

"If you refuse to believe me, than you are no better than the rest of the Jedi in the galaxy who see it through a two-colored lens. Something I have spent my entire career as a Sith trying to prove to the galaxy, how the Sith Code teaches freedom of choice, not how to destroy the galaxy like all of you Jedi believe so religiously. No, I may be Sith, Setzi Lunelle may be Sith, but more than that, we are still human. If you cannot see that, it is the Light Side that has blinded you."

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[Connor Harrison]

A fair and reasoned point was made by the Sith, and Connor nodded slowly at the points that were semi-accurate, and didn’t try to interrupt or chastise. This, as well as a test emotionally, was a test personally for Connor on his judgement and actions towards the Sith and the ones who represented the counter-balance of the Light.

”My friend, if I had told Setzi the truth I would have done nothing but sealed not just my fate but also Chastity herself. I said I would try to find her, but the reality of it is I don’t think she wants to be found. Not be me, not be Setzi – not by anyone.”

He sighed, leaning onto his hand and toying with his trim beard as the thoughts raced around his mind, forming each word and explanation carefully.

”When Chastity came back from captivity, she was corrupted by a Sith Lord called Sage Bane. I managed to pull her back, because even I could see she was resisting losing her humanity to the poison your people plied her with. Where I succeeded in part, I failed in the other. I wasn’t strong enough to save her myself, and…” his eyes flickered, ”…se fled after I helped her into rehab on Voss. And before you start judging that we should have kept her on a leash like an animal, we value each person as an individual and gave her everything we could to help her find herself. But she knew what we were doing and I fear she may not have wanted to be saved at all. Did what she had to do, said what she had to say, and then when she could flee, she did.”

It was a tragic case, and one Connor blamed only on himself for not being strong enough. He knew nobody could have saved her if she didn’t to be, but he damn well wanted to try. His eyes were glassy, but his emotion was in check. He softly clicked his fingers to snap him out of the story, and then looked to the Sith, dismissing it with a small hand wave and solemn smile.

”If Setzi finds her, or she in turn finds Setzi, then I only hope your view is true that the Dark Side is not the place for her, because it will destroy her.”

He sat forward, taking the tea in hand and having a sip.

”Mm. Very nice. And, I’ll say if you think anyone can be a King of the Dark Side, then it’s the Dark alone that has blinded You my friend. So it seems we are destined to stumble along our little paths blinded by the ones we serve.”

Connor sipped again, looking at the Sith.

”Have you ever felt the love you feel now before, Sith?”

This emotion above all made him more human than most Sith he had encountered. Time to gauge how real it was.

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[Krux Mullarus]

Sage Bane. A man he knew. A Sith Lord - A Hand of the Dark Lord - that Mullarus has worked with before. Like many Mullarus regretfully serves, an agent of the Dark Side who seeks only destruction and annihilation. Perhaps that was just what the Emperor wanted in his loyal, blind servants. The Jedi made his statements, and they made sense to him. The Dark Side was likely not a path anyone could take, just as the Light isn't for all either.

"...And before you start judging that we should have kept her on a leash like an animal, we value each person as an individual and gave her everything we could to help her find herself."

Mullarus simply scoffed at the assumption. He didn't interrupt or try to argue, but if the Jedi wanted to believe he had no value of human life, he didn't care. Chastity, of all people, did mean something to Krux because she meant the galaxy to Setzi.

”If Setzi finds her, or she in turn finds Setzi, then I only hope your view is true that the Dark Side is not the place for her, because it will destroy her.”

"I will take your words into consideration. I've seen what the Dark Side can do to those who cannot control it. If it is left to control you, then it is a power that should not be allowed to thrive." Lord Jekyll. Mullarus once thought the old man had full control over the Dark Side. In the end, as he stood over him and listened to his words before being brutally destroyed out of vengeance, Mullarus began to realize that the Dark Side was, indeed, a dangerous path that was not paved for everyone to walk. Only those with the strongest legs could survive the hike.

"Maybe that is why many preach that the Force is not black and white. On both ends of it are just more kings and queens who demand respect and to be followed and served. Along the silver lining in the middle, there is freedom."

Then, after a brief moment of silence, the man asked, ”Have you ever felt the love you feel now before, Sith?”

He didn't have to say what kind of love and for what or whom. Mullarus knew who he meant. After another brief moment of silence and a sip of his tea, he answered.

"No. I haven't. Have you?"

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[Connor Harrison]

The Knight was more in tune with the Force than either he knew, or than Connor expected. His question stunned him a little, not sure how to answer, and the hesitation in his mid-sip would probably show that was a sucker punch he hadn't expected.

”Mm,” he placed the cup down, ”good question. I...I think I have. Once. But it feels different...does that make sense? No, of course it doesn't.”

He leaned forward on the table, and tapped his middle finger gently beside his saber hilt.

”Chastity.”

The name that linked them all. The name that was destined to haunt him.

”For the first time I thought I knew what it felt like to be loved, and to be accepted and admired by one who didn't care what the galaxy said or did. It was just us two. I loved her. I love her. I mean, I did. I care for her, and wish I could have saved her. I will never stop until I know she is safe.”

The frustration was slowly starting to eat away at him now he was facing his emotions and letting them out. To a Sith of all people. A small smile curled on his lip.

”Still, I did all I could do at the time. And the galaxy moved forward, too fast for me at times, but it's carried me to where I am today. That's why I had to go to Toola, to stop Setzi, or at least try to talk sense into her. I admit to you, I'm worried what Chastity would become if Setzi found her.”

His eyes rose, as if hoping the question would prompt a response direct from the source.

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[Krux Mullarus]

For the first time in Mullarus' life, he felt he genuinely felt pity for a Jedi, but not because he was a Jedi. Mullarus now knew how it felt to be in love. The Jedi's words felt sincere, and from how fast his heart had begun to beat as he spoke about Setzi's sister, the more sympathetic he felt.

"...I understand. A few weeks ago, I wouldn't have. But events that have changed my life of recent days has...changed how I see the galaxy. How I see the Force. The Jedi. I can empathize with your feelings for Chastity." His only conflict now was what Setzi would think. He knew his lover well, and had a feeling she would understand, especially if this was Krux feeling such empathy over a broken-hearted Jedi who had a thing for her sister.

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[Connor Harrison]

It seemed the Force was painfully prejudice in the conception of Light and Dark. Light had to be the righteous ones, the Dark were the evil ones. However much Connor wanted to try to understand both ends of the spectrum, he never would in all honesty.

Taeli Raaf was an example – former Sith Lord, now Jedi Master and possibly so much to him. This Sith had found something it seemed, much like Connor, and that made them human. He sat back and laced his fingers again, trying to make the mood as comfortable as possible. It had been a while since he’d been able to talk to someone not directly involved with things.

Well the Sith was involved, but not as directly as others.

”The galaxy has moved on, and we have all moved on. That’s way of life so you have to go with it.”

He turned his head slightly; inquisitive.

”What am I the one who knows about…something. Forgive me but you said a moment ago I knew something. What do I supposedly know?”

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[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus finished the tea from his glass, wiping at his lip and answering. "Oh. That was just a moment ago when I thought you knew where Chastity had gone. But you're right. The galaxy...will move on." Mullarus blinked, as if he felt like something was wrong. He shook his head, figuring it's nothing.

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[Connor Harrison]

”Ah I see. Well, I still don’t. I only ask for her sake, and for Setzi, that if she wants to come knocking next time in our space that you kindly let me know at least. Far less bloodshed that way and I may be able to help more now in my position.”

Keeping up appearances, he finished his tea also.

”She may be on Voss, or she may not. She’s cut herself off from the Force and I can’t find her. However I have her sisters name but not yours.”

Again, another open ended statement to see how open the Sith was being. So far, he was being very accommodating and the peaceful exchange was rather alien to him, probably to them both.

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[Krux Mullarus]

This was just another event that showed how much peace had been brought to Mullarus' mind after finding love in Setzi Lunelle. Together, the two had proven to the galaxy that Sith could live happy lives together and still be devote followers of the Dark Side. It was just another way of proving the Sith Code was a gateway to freedom. Mullarus had never been so civil with another Jedi before.

When he asked his name, he couldnt help but grin. "Yes...of course. His name is Krux Mullarus, who proves that not all Sith are mindless butchers and servants of the Dark Side. What of the man whose heart aches over the girl named Chastity Lunelle?"

Who knew how malevolent the young man could become if he lost the character that showed him this path of peace.

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[Connor Harrison]

”I assure you, Krux Mullarus, you are coming over as more of the most humane Sith I have met, and that is refreshing. I have met many in my time, granted, and not all have descended into bloodlust. Why should it after all? We are both men of the world, taking a view on things as we both see it, but like opposing Senators, opposing retailers, opposing children playing in the street, we don’t need to kill each other to prove the point.”

He raised his brow a little.

”But throw us together amidst our allies on the battlefield, and it’s sadly a different story.”

Connor let the mood hang for a second before introducing himself.

”And my heart ached – not aches – my friend, make no mistake. Connor Harrison, at your service. And thank you for the tea.”

With a soft smile, he glanced around again – still nothing untoward, which was good. The Jedi flexed his fingers, knowing he was taking a gamble, but talking straight up after all.

”This is not my place, for that I don’t argue with you, but as one who has learnt first-hand what the heart can do if broken, please be careful with Setzi Lunelle. If she’s anything like her sister, and I’m not saying anything will, but if a problem arises, don’t let her run away and hide from it. It will tear you apart. Make you less of the man you want to be, and Sith or not, that’s not what you should let yourself become.”

He gave the Sith a chance to speak before continuing with his little self-learnt lecture.

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