Honoring the Honorless

[Kendrix]

This night wasn’t like the rest. Unlike her time in the stalking in the shadow hiding from her target, Kendrix found herself standing face to face with her mark. Her eerie reflective eyes burning into the man's soul sending fear through his body. Her hand reaching into her coat and then tossed a sphere toward the man. A red light blinking on it. The time between blinks decreasing with every second. Fear filled his eyes as Kendrix darted from the house and into the cold damp street. Rain hit her face the moment she cleared the front door. The downpour made her escape that more elusive or so she thought.

Her body collided with that of a much larger man. Her will to escape blinded her. Her quick gait giving her small frame enough momentum to knock his over. She held her eyes shut as she laid beside the man in the wet street. her arm draped over him. She had started to open them when the loud bang went off behind her. Glass from the windows of the home shattered and covered them with the small shards. Her ears rang as well disorienting her for the time being. Her eyes looking for something substantial. She only managed to find the eyes of the person beside her. The dark blue hues catching her attention for a moment. His face wasn’t important. Fleeing was the only thing that mattered.

Kendrix forced herself back to her feet trying to get over her disorder from the sonic detonator. A security officer just so happened to witness the situation. The ring in her ears masked what he was saying but the way he pointed at Kendrix made her positive that she should be running rather than staring at him. She twisted on her heels then took off down a busy street.

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

The streets were quiet after the sun set. A light, chilling mist began to fall upon the heads of whoever remained wandering the streets. Mullarus' dark hairs began to stick together as the air in the city grew more and more humid. The simple thick, black robes he wore covered the lightsaber - his lightsaber - he wore upon his belt, as well as the comfortable silky silver robe he wore underneath it. He had a hood, but he chose to not wear it. There was some sort of comfort he felt from the mist drenching his long hair. It began to map up against his skin, but he didn't seem to mind.

Then, as he passed an older-looking building on the street, something - or someone - burst through the front door and plowed straight into him, knocking the two to the wet concrete.

Blast it all, I just had these washed! Mullarus thought as his dark blue gaze, sharp and angry enough to slay a small child, descended upon the eyes of a strange woman. They only locked eyes for a moment before she climbed to her feet and began to run off...

...as if running from something.

*BOOM*

The ground shook and Mullarus' eardrums seemed to cry out in agony as he heard and felt a sonic grenade go off inside of the house that strange woman appeared out of.

Goodness, what ever could she be running from?

After a quick decision, Mullarus felt it logical to catch the woman for questioning before investigating the inside. Sith weren't exactly known for law enforcement, but he would use his authority to this end. A few armed guards came running to the young Sith Apprentice, a couple more beginning to chase the woman. Mullarus stood up, dusted himself off, and faced them, "Leave the escapee to me. Investigate the interior of the building."

As quickly as he had fallen, he sprinted off after the woman, using the Force to give himself more speed. He could barely see her, at this point, sprinting down the busy street. "MOVE! STOP THAT WOMAN!" Mullarus commanded. A few citizens would question him until, from his belt, Mullarus took his lightsaber in hand and ignited the blade, showing those around him that he was Sith and not to be ignored. People stepped aside and made room for him to sprint down the street. Some people may even make an attempt to stop the woman, though mere citizens could only do so much. The young sith was confident he could catch her himself.

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

Kendrix glanced back to see the man she knocked over following her in his hand a green saber sprung to life. She felt a tinge of fear shoot through her despite looking at a fellow sith, but also excitement at the sight of a worthy hunter. A smirk formed on her face as she sprinted in the same manner as her sith counterpart using the force for extra speed. Enough to stay a leg ahead of him. She bounded through the street. The women moving a few larger men deciding to make a barricade to hold her at bay. She leaped over them with the force doing a front flip for simply the thrill of it. As she hit the ground she rolled back to her feet. The whole action being a display of skill also a ploy. She wanted this man to think that she didn’t take him seriously.

Using telekinesis, she decided to make the night better use for her. She forced the bulbs in the streetlamps to burst plunging the misty street into darkness. A few of the unlucky citizens gasping and squealing in fright at the sudden sounds and darkness. She used the moment to escape to higher ground an elude her pursuer ascending the window sills and awnings like steps to get to the roof. From there she ran across the rooftops her footing on the slippery shingles as she made her escape. She followed the rooftops to the market square glancing behind her and around her for her chaser. Her eyes didn’t find him so she smiled then dropped onto an awning below landing in it the chuckling lightly to herself as she laid in it for a small second. There was no time to waste however. She continued a brisk pace darting through alleyways and different streets so that the sith couldn’t pick back up her trail. The thought never occurred to her if she actually lost him or not.

The rain poured from the sky onto her head and shoulders soaking her to the bone.She stopped in one alley however waiting only for a second before two children came out to greet her with warm hugs. Two boys neither older than five it seemed. She hugged them picking up the smallest and holding him on his hip. At that time a man and woman joined them. The parents to the boys. Kendrix reached into her coat and pulled a datapad out.

“Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn. All of the documents you need are on this datapad,” her thick accent resonated as she handed it to the man. “Including the deed to your house and proof of ownership. The broker will not try to steal it again. I made sure of that.”

“When can we move back into our home?” The little boy on her him frowned as he asked the question. Children were her biggest weakness. The main reason she found herself in this position. If they didn't have the two children, Kendrix might have given them a passing glance.

She smiled pressing her forehead to the young boy, “Tonight. Right this moment.”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

The young man managed to come up about fifteen feet behind the woman, watching as a barricade of armed imperial soldiers formed in front of her. The dark street was dimly lit by the green blade of his lightsaber, and the rain shone the same color around them as the imperial guards raised their blasters.

"Set for stun!", one cried out before the woman, clearly by the grace of the Force, leapt over the men, did a somersault in the air, and landed with a roll before taking off. The soldiers fired off a couple of rounds at her, but she evaded them with deadly efficiency.

Mullarus may have felt impressed...if she didn't blow up a building a moment ago.

He said nothing. Determination glowed in his indigo eyes as he took off once more. The lights on the sides of the street burstsd, probably at the woman's doing.

Looks like Force Sight will finally come in handy tonight!

A technique practiced by many Sith, he could "see" the woman he was pursuing as an aura in the Force, rather than her physical body, which was too far off and in too far of a landscape to be seen now. Mullarus' emerald-bladed lightsaber would not light an entire street, and could now give his position away, so he deactivated it and tucked it into his robes. Through Force Sight's assistance, Mullarus watched the woman leap up and begin trudging around the rooftops. While she apparently could not see him, he followed her.

Mullarus crept behind the woman with about thirty feet between them. He hid behind a chimney as the woman turned around to look for him behind her. He could feel her unique aura now. Force Sight helped, but everyone had a unique presence in the Force, too. He could go off of that a little bit.

She hopped down into an alley, presumably thinking she had lost him. He watched her engagement with the poor family, possibly beggars and/or illegal immigrants begging for money instead of working. Mullarus could not tell. He watched the escapee hand the family a datapad. Whatever it was, it probably did not belong to her, and certainly not the others.

Behind the mother and father, as they reached out for the datapad, a tall, black figure seemed to fall out of the sky behind them, an emerald-green lightsaber making a hiss as it ignited in his right hand. The dark green shone in his indigo eyes as he peered at the group as he rain fell around them in the dark alley, now lit only by his lightsaber.

"Time to talk. Before you reach out and take whatever she is offering you, think for a second. Do you want to be responsible for stolen goods? I didn't think so." Mullarus did not wait for an answer. He pointed his lightsaber at the escapee, "You. Hand over what you stole. You're about to be arrested for the destruction of Imperial property. What say you in your defense?"

Clearly, the man was different from most Sith. He had not slain the family yet. He had not lashed out at anyone yet. He had no reason to. He did not kill for pleasure and sport, especialy not Imperial citizens...IF these people were Imperial citizens. He stared the woman in her eyes, noticing that they seemed to be different colors. It was rare, but it was unique. He would not easily forget this woman's face.

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

Kendrix jumped as the sudden appearance of the man startled her and the rest of the family. The lightsaber held with intent. The family starting to move behind her oddly enough considering her small size. Kendrix fear and shock turned to a glare. A glare for this man who interrupted what he didn’t understand. Her eyes fixed on his before final taking a quick glance at his face. Her head tilting as she stared at him. She felt an odd sensation in her stomach as she took a brief moment to admire his strong jaw line. The feeling quickly dismissed given the current situation. Her head straightened as she placed the boy down on the ground by her side.

“This is an honest mistake,” the father tried to mediate and calm the man. “She isn’t the one who should be arrested. Monte Brishen. He illegally condemned our home so that he could claim it and sell it! We tried to fight it legally but we couldn’t beat him. So we lost all of our credits as well. She offer to get it back for us so that we can take our children home. Please, this was stolen from us before she stole it.”

“He will not listen to reason. Take your family home,” Kendrix whispered as she placed her hand on the father’s shoulder before handing him the datapad.

“Ai, sîdhagnir!” Kendrix walked forward a few steps as she addressed the man getting between him and the fleeing family. Should he try to go after them, she would try to stop him, but if he didn’t, she would ‘talk.’ Her voice proud and posh as she stood regally in front of her pursuer. Her chin lifted defiantly. “Permit them to flee. They are innocent unlike myself. I am the one you seek. You wish to arrest me? No, you wish to slay me. I am but a thief. A member of the sith order. Your kind murder freely any who oppose you. Even here you wield your sword of light with intent to plunge it deep into my heart. Your kind will sing of your victory! How you the great slayer struck this one down. The tale skewed by elaborations. Ah! They dare not mention how I am but a maiden half your size, or the fact my own light sword will never leave my belt.” She moved her coat to reveal the curved hilt saber before hiding it again. “What have I to say in my defense? I will die knowing I have done something good. You, dark jedi, will live as murderer who can not help himself but to give into the pleasures of flesh. The appetite for blood. Will you kill me? Here is your chance.”

She lifted her chin higher exposing her neck to him as she finally stop in front of him. She didn’t seem to know fear, and her tongue was too sharp for her own good. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the rain pelting her face. Her clothes were soaked however. Her body visibly shivered as she finally felt how cold it was. She was small. Petite. Her skin thin. She hope that his blade would not be the last warmth she feels in this galaxy.

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus listened to the father of the family speak. He had heard of similar things happen in the shanty parts of the city. It was unfortunate, but the Sith Empire had it's share of filth and corruption turning streets of gold and silver to dirt just to put a few more credits in their bottomless pockets. By the look of the family, they certainly did not look like proper Imperial citizens, but that could be easily dismissed if they had truely been living in the slums after their 'home' was condemned. What gave Mullarus some comfort was the father's accent. It was Imperial. Like a song he had heard hundreds of times, Mullarus was positive only one raised on an Imperial world would possess such an accent. These people were Imperial citizens. There was no doubt in the young Sith's mind.

And here they were, relying upon a thief - one sensitive to the Force, nonetheless - to let them go home...

Mullarus stared down a few inches at the young woman who seemed to look up at him with admiration before changing to a more demanding, defiant tone. Her words, like sharpened stones, pelted Mullarus' mind. The ignorance in her words was evident. Like so many other blind rats in the galaxy, this woman truely believed all Sith were cruel butchers with a lust for blood and power.

He waited for her to finish. As she exposed her neck to him so he may slay her on the spot, Mullarus looked over the top of her head at the family, who had not fled. They were in an alleyway, and Mullarus stood in their way of leaving. His indigo gaze met that of the father of the family, but his words directed down at the woman. "You're ignorant, then. Ignorant and uneducated in the Sith Code."

Mullarus reached into his robes and took out a small purse. Using the Force, he opened it and lifted a handful of small, golden chips with telekinesis, the chips then floating over toward the father. "I had heard of the corruption in this part of the city. I had not witnessed it for myself. Citizens of the Empire, take this sum of credits and get off of this world. Leave the past behind and start a new life on another. These credits should be enough to get you to Anaxes, my homeworld, and to purchase a years-worth of rent at an apartment complex. Work until you can afford to pay it yourself. I was raised there. There will be no snakes in the bushes there."

Whatever the family did, he did not care. If they left with his credits or stayed, he stared back down at the woman, whom he imagined would be quite surprised. The emerald blade of his lightsaber deactivated as his eyes met hers. "The Sith are an order of warriors. Our Code is what we live by. Whether we choose to use it to advance our own lives, or for the betterment of our great Empire, is up to us. That is the beauty of the Sith, girl. We are free to do what we wish."

He cast his deactivated lightsaber to the side, landing by the alley wall. "I am no murderer. I am Sith."

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

She didn’t take offense to his ignorance comment. There were a lot of things that she didn’t understand. She wasn’t raised in the galaxy as a whole. One such thing being how people could murder civilians so easily. He was quickly proving to be different however. She watched as he gave the family so many credits then ordered them off the world. If the incident happened again maybe they might just leave. They just got their home back however. Kendrix smiled as the family thanked both of them. She felt a tinge of jealousy that this man got thanks alongside her, but it was slightly welcomed as well. A sith willing to do good was a sith worth having around.

Her eyes found his again after the family really left this time. He spoke of freedom to choose what they wished. She didn’t agree. She still knew what was morally right and wrong. Her eyes followed his lightsaber as he deactivated it and tossed it wildly into the alley. A light smirk graced her lips then another involuntary shiver nearly shook her off of her feet.

“Free to do as we wish… That doesn’t stop civilians from thinking all of us are... the insane murderous kind,” she paused in her speech as her mind tried to process the cold. Perhaps it was time to get out of the rain. She used the force to call his saber to her hand then reached it back to him, “Since you are... not a murderer.”

“I suppose I am still being arrested?” She shook again as she couldn’t hold back a shiver. “Perhaps, I could get one last meal... before you hand me over to the real murderers?”

[member=Mullarus]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

He took his lightsaber from her hand, tucking it back into his robes. He looked down at he woman, who was shivering now. Her clothes began to stick to her. He sighed, "Tell me...where is this man who illegally took the house from those people?"

He started walking away toward the busy streets again, gesturing for her to come with. "Please, come. Let's talk indoors at the cantina across the street. Seems like a storm is approaching." Just as the young Sith said so, lightning cracked and the thunder rolled a few seconds after. The rain began to intensify, soaking Mullarus' robes. His long hair began to mat against his face.

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

She paused after he asked his question. Her mind finding it almost impossible to answer for the fact she couldn’t stop shivering. She could only stare off blankly as she tried to think. He motioned her to a cantina however. Even saying please to her. Who knew he had manners? She smirked lightly at the thought, then as the rain poured harder, she ran ahead of him to get inside the cantina. The heat hit her and she sighed. It was less busy than she expected. Most had probably left after an evening of drinking.

She made her way deeper in the cantina finding an empty booth away from most of the patrons. She grew to like solitude after her youth of growing up as a halfling and ostracized by others. She knew she wouldn’t be alone tonight however. She took her coat and shirt off leaving only the tank top she wore underneath. Even it was soaked and stuck to her shirt. For a brief moment it exposed her back to him. A multitude of scars adorned her from her shoulders to her lower back raised and overlapping slashes from a whip. They told a story of a time before Kendrix had even left her home planet. Before she devoted her life to be a sith. Her eyes found the man’s as she quickly pulled her tank top back down to hid her back. Her pants were soaked as well, but she thought it best not to strip nude for the patrons in the cantina. The twi’lek dancers were already nude enough.

She threw her wet clothes into the both then sat down. He could see that the tattoo on the side of her head went across her collar and shoulder down her arm to the back of her hand. Also on the same arm she wore a bone bangle on her upper arm. Another symbol of a past she left when she joined the sith. She finally began to feel herself warming up. Unlike her human counterpart, as a Theowei, Kendrix didn’t regulate her body heat like they did. Her main source of heat and nourishment came from the sun which turned hazardous with the few days of rain.

The waitress came by and gave the two menus before asking them what they wanted to drink.

“Might I get hot tea with cream and honey, please - extra hot? A towel as well?” Kendrix tried to dry her arms with a napkin but to no avail. Her eyes then focused on the man as he joined her, “What question did you ask of me before?”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

The young man followed her across the street. Her footsteps were loud as the streers began to fill with water while buckets of it fell from the sky. The sun had completely set now, leaving the sky black, few clouds dimly lit by the city lights. Lightning began to crack every few seconds, thunder rolling in the eardrums of the citizens still out this late.

Mullarus' robes were soaking wet by the time he reached the cantina. His eyes stumbled upon the woman, looking as if she were undressing. He admired her figure for a moment before she pulled her wet tank top back over herself. Her tattoos made him curious, but he knew better than to ask something seemingly so personal to a stranger.

He sat down across from her at the booth and faced tbe waitress when she came by. "Ah...i'll just have pop with some cherry." After she left and the woman faced him and asked him her question, he leaned back against the back of the booth.

"The man who twisted the law to steal that family's home from them. Monte Brishen. Who is he, where is he, and how easy would it be to get close to him? Justice has to be done." He paused after he asked, "Also, since we seem to be discussing fomally now, my name's Mullarus. Sith Apprentice to Darth Pyrrhus."

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

Kendrix smirked puffing her chest although her body still shivered slightly and raising her chin with confidence this time rather than defiance, “Achaphaer, this man… Monte Brishen… I pray now my present has him in a clinic pleading the the medics to restore his hearing. that he is unable to hear them say how the deftness might just be permanent.”

She snickered not at the man’s misfortune but her next thought, “Then he will hail a builder to replace his blown windows using a paper and ink!” She hoped that would jog his memory of the second they met when she knocked him over. How the home she fled from, the home she used the sonic detonator in, was in fact the home of Monte Brishen. Kendrix made sure that this man would take the hint that he should give up his dirty tactics. She had bigger plans for him should she find out he was at it again. Mullarus didn’t have to worry about avenging the family. Kendrix covered that already. She made sure the man would fear and curse her.

“Ah! Ant gîn vîr mi 'ûr nîn,” Kendrix thanked the waitress as she placed the tea in front of her and then handed her the hand towel. The waitress gave kendrix an odd look considering her appearance and the fact she had never heard the language before then placed Mullarus’ pop down in front of him. She got her datapad ready to take their orders for a meal.

“Potato soup,” Kendrix took a quick glance of her menu as she patted her skin dry. “And bread as well. Thank you.”

Kendrix dried the shaved part of her head and her pointed ear then rubbed her hair with the towel next. After the waitress took Mullarus order and left the table, kendrix reached the now damp towel to him should he want to at least dry his hair.

“Baralissel... Baralin,” She spoke calmly. Her voice soft. The name wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t a name that she used openly. At one point in time, her father use to call her that. It held value for that reason. Kendrix wasn’t sure that she trusted Mullarus given the situation she was in. A few short moments ago she was about to be arrested by him.“Baralin would be best... Mullarus.”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus' ears still faintly rang from having a sonic grenade explode about a dozen feet from him not five or ten minutes ago. He would not forget that easily. He seemed to sigh, be it of relief or unsatisfaction, the woman may never know. In Mullarus' mind, he was glad the stain on the great shirt that was the One Sith Empire was either mortally wounded or dead. The only way to cure the corruption seeping through the Empire's pores was to destroy them. He didn't care if he had to drive his lightsaber through the hearts of every man and woman who made themselves liabilities to the Empire for a few extra credits in their pockets, or if they were all hauled off to the spice mines to work hard labor for the rest of their pathetic, greedy lives. As long as they were taken out of Imperial society.

The woman before him chuckled after mentioning how she blew up Brishen's home. A bit sadistic. He didn't mind. He was Sith, and there were countless sadistic Sith roaming the galaxy, giving no attention to guarding the well-being of the Empire, only wanting to rip a few people's limbs off of their bodies, bathe in their blood, and bask in how well the dark side favors them over patriots like Mullarus. Being Sith, to the young man, was not all about making war and slaughtering hundreds of people for the bragging rights. But if that was how this woman felt, he would not argue. After all, he hadn't sat down and shared dinner with a woman like this in years. He would not soil it so soon.

The waitress came around and brought the two their drinks, in which Mullarus' potential new friend began to resonate words from another language. They did not sound like gibberish through Mullarus' ears by any means, in fact, she had a lovely, calming voice. Her exotic language she spoke was beautiful to him. The waitress turned to him to take his order.

Right, I never looked at the menu...

"Er..." He quickly picked up his menu and scanned what was inside. He wasn't that hungry, but he would either make himself uncomfortable watching the woman eat alone, or make her uncomfortable by making her eat alone. He simply glanced at the pictures and answered, "The...manager's special, please." The picture of the 'manager's special' appeared to be a sandwich served with some kind of soup. It would do. He wasn't much of a picky eater.

“Baralissel... Baralin,” The woman's voice was soothing. Baralin. He made certain he wouldn't forget. He gave a tired smile, "Pleasure to meet you, Baralin." His mind quickly went back on the topic they were on beforehand, "Well, since you have done justice to the family for me, I...suppose I can overlook whatever charges I had placed on you. If any soldiers ask, tell them it was...community service.

Now, forgive me if it is personal, but you have my curiosity, Miss Baralin...what is that language you speak?" He refrained from asking about her pointed ears, tattoos, scarred back, and how the side of her head was shaved. These were all characteristic of the woman that made her unique to him. She would not be a face he easily forgot.

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

Kendrix believed people got what they gave. If this man were to lose his hearing completely then that is what he deserved. When it came to killing however she didn’t believe in doing so openly. Murderers and those who seek to kill others deserve death. Kendrix would only play the ferryman if her life depended on it or if the situation called for it.

She placed her face over the cup of tea letting the steam hit her face as she breathed in the smell of the tea. She didn’t bother with what Mullarus was ordering she didn’t much care. She was enjoying the warmth the cantina gave her and the smell of her tea. Her eyes followed the waitress away after she got his order then left. The different colored hues then found her companion again. That flutter in her stomach returned when he said her name. She watched him calmly. Her face didn’t give away the odd feeling she felt yet didn’t understand. She paused trying to decide what she should tell him and what she shouldn’t. She didn’t know him. She didn’t know how well she could trust him.

“It is Theowei,” she finally answered him then took a sip of her tea. “Lesser. There is also Noble Theowei which is spoke to or between members of royalty or nobility. It is punishable for two to speak it if they are not of status. Five lashes for each.”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

He opened his mouth to ask if that was the reason for the scars on her back, but stopped himself. That probably was the reason, he just did not want to ask something so personal. "Ah...I see. The wage gap among the Theowei must be a big deal to give away severe punishments for trying to bridge it." From just the one sentense he heard spoken of Theowei culture, with completely separate languages for the wealthy and poor, he already began to feel distaste for their culture in the back of his throat, Of course, he would not mention that to his companion.

He took a drink from his bottle of pop, the syrupy liquid bubbling and burning as it went down. Why am I drinking this? He had forgotten how he did not like pop that much. He drank it a lot as a kid growing up, which gave him boundless energy from all of the sugar in it, but now it just tasted...fake. It was like it stood for something it shouldn't. Like Jedi standing for knowledge and wisdom, when all they do is limit themselves and keep their students from reaching full potential, the pop claimed to taste of spicy berries, but just tasted like strong, bubbly water with too much honey, butter, and sugar.

Will a day ever go on that I do not think of how glad I am to not be a Jedi?

"I have never heard of the Theowei. What are they like?" He felt like he knew enough from what little Baralin had told him already, but maybe he was wrong. Perhaps he was too quick to judge.

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

“No, it is a matter of honor. Those who speak noble are those who are worthy of it. It does not extend generations like I am told it does in other cultures. The king and queen are not royal from birth either. They are voted,” Kendrix smiled and laughed lightly. “It is funny to think that other cultures simply let newborns be kings and noblemen.”

She shook her head as she found the thought silly about to place her cup of tea to her lips again when the waitress brought their meals. Kendrix thanked her again in her native tongue then picked up her spoon and took a bite of her soup savoring the creaminess of it.

“You wish to hear of the Theowei?” Kendrix shrugged. “This galaxy is much larger than that of my homeworld and my kin. Much more… advanced. The first time I saw a star ship I was but a child. They were not permitted to fly over the city before then. There is none of this… electricity on Retalik nor blasters or light swords. It was simplier. The people they are... proud. None speak basic as well as I, but there is a reason for that... All Theowei are bound to nature and its purity. Purity being very important. I am what they call a seregwaur. Dirty blood. I am a halfling. My mother is a Vahla. For that reason, I wasn’t as widely accepted as the rest of the Theowei, but unlike them I learned basic as I learned Theowei.”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Vahla. Mullarus swore he had heard that name before. He tapped his chin, staring into her eyes as she spoke. He hadn't noticed how they were different colors. He became more interested in her already. "Vahla...they are a race that have to do with the Sith, but...i've never been told exactly what they are. Er, you...are." He reached down and took a bite of the sandwich he ordered. Unremarkable, but with the soup it would fill him up.

"The Theowei sound like a very unique race of people." Was all Mullarus said. It had been so long since he had sat down and shared a meal with someone like this, he had completely forgotten how to 'small-talk'. It made him uncomfortable, and Baralin could probably tell as he shifted awkwardly in his seat as he spoke short sentences and did little more than stare at her and his food, trying to eat yet trying to look as if he were paying attention. He was, just afraid he looked like he was not.

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

“To that nature,” she waved off his description of the Vahla then lowered her eyes with his last statement about the Theowei. “Perhaps one day you will go to Retalik and meet more than just myself… I hope you go alone however and not with fellow sith.”

The last thing she wanted to see was her home planet razed and mangled by the less than savory sith butchers. The thought sent a pain through her heart. Her right hand went over her heart the traced her shoulder down her tattoo covered arm as she stared blankly at her soup. She glanced back up at him watching his eyes flicker between her and his food and how he shifted. She raised an eyebrow at him confused as to what was a matter until an idea hit her as to why he was uncomfortable.

“If your clothes bother you, you should remove them,” she gave a solid nod not realizing how wrong that sentence sounded. She lifted her chin proudly though then took a sip of her tea completely oblivious to the double meaning her words had. That didn’t stop her from trying to get to know him however.“You said you are from Anaxes, correct?”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus was about to take another bite of his sandwich before he was asked to remove his clothes. He knew what she meant. His robes were soaking wet. Instead, he stopped and looked up at her, a smirk painting itself across his face. "Ah hah? I think I will." he said, grinning. He only removed his soaked outer black robe, folding it up and setting it at his side in the booth.

For a moment, he wondered how she knew he was from Anaxes. Was it that obvious? Then it dawned on him that he told the family of citizens he was. Of course. "Yes. Anaxes is my homeworld. Nothing remarkable about it, really. A big base for the Navy. My parents were engineers. Very smart people. His fist tightened around his bottle of pop as he took another drink. As he set it down, he continued, "That is...until the Republic mercilessly wiped the small space installation they worked on in Anaxes' orbit...and they call US the murderers."

He briefly recalled watching the holonews broadcast about the Republic declaring that they had no choice but to declare all Sith to be legally killed on sight because they were the victims in the war who had to strike back. Just another reason for his hatred for the Republic. While the memories of his parents brought up emotion he had tried to bury for now, he kept his composure. He only set his bottle of soda down a bit harder than needed.

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[Kendrix]

She watched him listening carefully as he spoke of his homeworld. A light smile on her face until he mentioned the pain he suffered at the hands of the republic. She glanced down for a moment taking a piece of bread and soaking it in her soup, “Anyone is capable of evil deeds. It is only a matter of if their will is strong enough to resist losing themselves for what appears to be the easiest way.”

She put the bread in her mouth enjoying the combined tastes as she looked him over, “I lived on Anaxes for a few months… with my sister after I left Retalik. Well, I lived there when I wasn’t away training with my master. I guess the truth being I wasn’t there long. Tell me. How did it feel to watch the sith order bomb your own homeworld? To kill thousands maybe hundreds of thousands of innocents lives and destroy their own resources just to make an example of so few?”

She took a deep breath. Evil was everywhere. There was no escaping it. This moment brought some peace however. The man sitting in front of her actually willing to talk unlike so many others who simply looked at her odd appearance and turned their nose up at her.

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[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus had almost forgotten the action taken against the 'traitor' on Anaxes. "Oh, that. You must be mistaken. Thousands were not killed. Hundreds, maybe, but they all worked for the traitor sith that supposedly lived there. They only bombed a laboratory or two." he said, taking a spoonful of soup and making a face as it went down. It tasted like it wasn't fresh. Almost cold.

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