Honoring the Honorless

[Kendrix]

She watched him. Her eyes were indifferent although part of her felt betrayed by his words. Only a laboratory or two? She knew her own truths - one she was sure he would dismiss. The ‘traitor’ might have owned the laboratory but its use was for One Sith first. Not the Black Rose. Documentation could be found to prove that. “Hundreds then… Hundreds dead. Their family all left to wonder what could have been. All mourning loss. Parents, husbands, wives… children… Perhaps another young boy lost both of his parents when One Sith demolished the laboratory. Now he is alone, but maybe someone will save him from feeling bitter and angry.”

She kept her voice soft like a melody yet sharp like a razor. Her plan was not to provoke the black haired man in front of her but to open his eyes to the double standard he gave the situation. Unlike how he held his tongue, Kendrix said what she believed needed to be heard. Her hand prepared to raise and stop him should he try to interrupt her. “Murder is murder. The only difference here is that now we play the part that the Galactic Republic played so many years ago. If you believe that the civilians that died truly deserved it, then you are no better than the murderers who killed your parents.”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

He tried to stop her, but she would not relent. Frankly, this woman sounded far too soft and compassionate to be a Sith. Of course, Mullarus was still but an apprentice. He did not believe he knew all there was to know about the Sith's teachings. Unlike Baralin, who lectured him like she were a master herself, which he could tell she was not.

"Don't lecture me, Baralin. Like you, i'm just an apprentice of the Sith. A learner. The Sith Lord who betrayed the Empire had to be punished. Who would we be if we just let her get away with it? We'd be no better than Jedi, letting the entire galaxy walk all over us. No! Those people did not work for the Empire! The Lords know better! They placed their service to the traitor above that of the Empire! THAT is why we took action! THEY were the enemy, and THIS is war!"

He stopped for a moment, quieting down a bit and clearing his throat. "What happened on Anaxes was not murder. It was killing. There IS a difference. I will not curse the Force and sob my eyes out when a life is lost in war. Lives will be lost and taken to keep order in the Empire. You are Sith, I trust? You should know this. The weak replace the strong. The strong thrive and breed more strong. That is the Sith Code. Through Strength, we gain Power, and through Power, we gain Victory. If you will fret and weaken after every casualty of war, then you are no stronger than an ignorant Jedi. Or worse. A citizen of the Republic."

Mullarus felt tempted to get up and leave. He did not know who this woman really was, apparently. He did not want to debate, and no, he had no right to lecture either, but Baralin spoke as if she were not even Sith. He would not share dinner with a Jedi and listen to pacifistic lectures.

War is how nations are born. The same is said about people. That is the teaching of the Sith Code. To defy it is to defy the Sith.

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

She watched him again this time with more of a glare as the man in front of her as scolded her and raised his voice like a child. She glanced around at those now looking at him. Her eyebrow raising slightly at how quickly he got defensive. Was he trying to convince her or himself that the deaths were really necessary? The funny part being she didn’t believe she was lecturing him. The conversation was quickly turning sour however.

“I ask you to keep your voice down and handle this conversation civilly from now on,” she kept her voice calm despite how vicious he became. “The sith lord was declared a traitor during a council meeting with so many great sith present including the Dark Lord. They declared her a traitor and then… let her walk out. Why would they do that? Instead a few days later they, ‘punish’ her by bombing hundreds of unarmed civilians without warning? Unarmed civilian scientists who are the enemy... Were the civilians even asked who they served? All of them were traitors? All of them? The Lords told you this? And the bombs and missiles are how one proves their strength, I guess? This will hurt the One Sith more than they realize it. Scientists cannot be pulled from trees. Laboratories are not built per a night. The people of the Sith Empire will think twice before taking jobs for Sith Lords if this is what can happen. Who knows when one will be declared a traitor next? Who will truly be punished for wrongdoing? Who can they trust if their empire bombs hundreds of their family and friends?”

Her eyes caught those of the Gamorrean bartender as he motioned her over. She stood up and left to the bar. Even if Mullarus was in the middle of conversation. She sat at the bar with her knees on the stool and her elbows on the bar. After a series of grunts from the man, Kendrix glanced back at Mullarus before looking back at the bartender. A frown on her face, “No, he does not bother me… It is late however. I believe I will be going soon.”

He grunted again and Kendrix gave a light chuckle. He grabbed a bottle from under the bar. The liquid looking like fire. Falleen Fire Whiskey. One would think the Gamorrean had ulterior motives giving such a strong parting gift to someone so small. She took it back over to the table with a single glass.

“The barkeep wishes for you to loosen up,” she smiled at Mullarus pouring the glass for him then leaving the bottle on the table as she grabbed her belongings she left in the booth. As she got dressed she continued to talk. “Peace is a lie. If we allow ourselves to live in a peaceful state of mind then we will grow weak and complacent. There is only passion. Passion as a whole or passion for something imparticular. Either way striving toward this goal with passion will give of us strength. With enough strength we will gain power. Power will lead us to victory over our goal, and that will set us free from the chains that we placed on ourselves. Cutting down the weak only leaves you with less people to stand beside you. In turn, you will grow weak. If the weak devote themselves to the sith teachings then through passion they will gain strength and in turn you will gain strength.”

She gave her coat a quick shake before putting it on. It was still damp, but the rain had slacked off. She glance window to the street then returned her eyes to him a light smile gracing him for some reason although it showed sadness, “Nên vêr a lalaith veren n'i a-govenim.”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Cutting down the weak only leaves you with less people standing beside you? This schutta is no Sith. The Sith do not stand with the weak! We stand only with the strong!

The woman gave Mullarus a smile before saying something in Theowei. Probably an insult, Mullarus thought. She's a very interesting person, but she's so stubborn. She has the arrogance that many Sith Lords have, but she's afraid to make war and kill anyone. She can't be sith. Probably some kind of Rogue without a master, thinking she can twist the Sith Code to justify her excessive weakness.

Mullarus simply stood up, tossing his coat back on and only saying one word before heading for the door.

"Goodbye"

His boots echoed on the tiled floor as he trudged through the door without looking back at the woman who had brought him so much annoyance, yet at the same time, so much...to meditate on. The storm outside had not let up since he and the girl entered the cafe. His clothes began to soak again and his hair matted against his head. The dim street lights lit up his dark blue eyes as he began to head to the spaceport, where his starship was docked so he could return to The Revenant, his master's cruiser, so he could rest and contemplate what he has learned here today...

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[Kendrix]

Her brow furrowed as he stormed off. Surely the conversation was not that terrible. Her eyes glanced down at the glass she just poured untouched. She slipped the bottle into her coat at least her eyes going to the bartender as he opened a tab for the boy. Kendrix smirk then shook her head at the situation. The galaxy was still so confusing to her. Social interactions as well. Basic had so many more words for her to remember. Perhaps she mixed up some of the words and insulted him?

She didn’t waste anymore time in the cantina and instead began her trek back to the hotel room she called home for the moment. A note left on the table by her sister mentioning they would be there another night instead of leaving in the morning. Kendrix huffed and smirked at the situation. They were completely oblivious to what was right under their nose. The last sentence forced a smile on her face. ‘I hope you are behaving and keeping a low profile.’ Of course not.

She took off her wet clothes not caring where they landed and continued through the small room toward the washroom enjoying a warm shower before preparing for bed. She laid awake for the longest time thinking about her encounter. To begin with, he helps a poor family giving them credits. He tossed his light sword to the side rather than cutting her down. Then… Kendrix rubbed her face with her hands. For a second she thought there was another Sith like herself and her master. One who valued reason instead of senseless killing. She felt betrayed however. She put a high value on life. More so than her master even who believed it was not worth the strength to kill them. Slaughtering the defenseless only proves their own weakness.

She sighed turning over in the bed. Perhaps tomorrow promises a better less confusing day.

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

~~~

About a galactic day had passed since the night before. Mullarus had spent the morning and early afternoon hours meditating and studying, rather than training his sword arm like he normally did. He tried to research some of the more 'light sith', as some records call it. Sith who got away with being pacifistic like Jedi. There were a few, though many were never legendary like the more brutal one like Darth Vader, Malak, and Revan. Revan was an interesting character to Mullarus, though. A man who considered himself both Jedi and Sith. A man who walked both paths of the Force. That was something Mullarus had not expected to see in a Sith Holocron. Of course, he did not know the Sith to be people to hold back the truth. Most Sith in history were Jedi once, before they were educated enough to decide to abandon the path of ignorance and see the truth in the Force. Mullarus couldn't help but wonder how differently he would view the Dark Side if he were once a Jedi.

Perhaps Baralin was a Jedi once upon a time...maybe that would explain why she was so against killing in any form. The topic made him remember the task his grandfather had recently given him, to hunt and kill an old enemy of his and retrieve his old lightsaber. He knew his grandpa's attunement to the Force. It was as if he and him shared a Force Bond. He would know if Mullarus did not kill the man. Even now, he probably wondered why he had yet to perform this task yet.

Well, obviously, finding an old chiss on Nar Shadaa, of all worlds, is not as easy as it sounds...

As Mullarus meditated and studied more, his curiosity grew. Baralin. She is most certainly force-sensitive, he could feel it in her. It was strong, like it was in himself and any other sith apprentice. Did she have a master? Does her master approve of how unwilling she is to kill? Does her master not care or encourage it? Most importantly, where in the Force does she find such pacifism in the teachings of the Sith?

He had nothing to do for the rest of the day.

I'll find her again. I cannot put my mind to rest until my questions are answered. Is she still commiting crime for the sake of the less-fortunate?

A voice in the back of his mind warned Mullarus. "With a mind like that, that mutt of a woman is probably a Jedi."

The voice did not belong to his grandfather. It was Darth Pyrrhus. His master's teachings were finally getting into his head. This was good...and bad. No, she is no Jedi...she is too intellegent. Her voice does not echo foolishness and hypocricy. It is soothing...the Dark Side is in her, even if it is faint...

Within the hour, Mullarus was in the cockpit of his starfighter and back into hyperspace, heading back to Coruscant in hopes to find this woman, whom he could not get out of his head for the past day.

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[Kendrix]

Kendrix woke up at the crack of dawn as usual despite being up most of the night with the man known as Mullarus. She was instructed to meditate daily. Her energetic body and mind didn’t allow that however. The second she would try she would try to occupy her mind with something else. Ultimately giving up on meditation. The morning was instead spent practicing the stances and maneuvers her father had showed her. The curved sabre making it almost impossible to do them right. She hated it so and couldn’t wait for the day she could make one of her own hopeful with a similar design to her father’s sword.

She quickly gave up on that then found herself in the market place watching the people go by. Also watching the pickpockets stealing ‘loot.’ She made eye contact with a few. Their eyes growing wide as they realize they were spotted. One even cocky enough to put his fingers to his lips to tell Kendrix to be silent. She didn’t wish to play hero. Hard times spawned those who stole for profit and those who stole out of necessity. Frankly, there were too many to stop them all.

In the afternoon, she began to walk back to the temporary home her sister and she stayed in. Yet she found herself in an unlikely spot surrounded by young and curious beings.

“Why is your hair like that?” A Coruscanti youngling asked Kendrix as she walked past an old and damaged playground. Kendrix paused in her step as even more younglings came to her. This was one reason her heart held such a soft spot for children. Where most beings were too afraid to speak younglings held no reserve. They didn’t judge. They didn’t worry. Kendrix wasn’t scary to them. Her size might have helped with that.

She spent the rest of the afternoon with them. Her playful nature making them open up so easily to her and she did the same in return. She spent most of the time playing games until a few wanted to braid each others hair. It was something Kendrix remembered doing as a child. They sat in a circle as they braided on anothers hair.

“Why are your eyes two different colors?” A little girl asked Kendrix as she braided a small strand of the girl’s hair.

“Well,” Kendrix spoke as her hands worked. “When I was young my father told me the story that the Goddess Vahl wanted me to look like a Vahla so she made my eyes violet. However my father begged her to let my eyes be yellow so that I could have the sight of a Theowei. She refused so he offered her my hair in exchange for a one eye. So that is why one is violet and the other is yellow and why my hair is red as well.”

They giggled at the story allowing a disarming smile to grace Kendrix’s face. Her eyes lifted to a figure coming towards her however. The smile fleeing slightly as Mullarus approached. How he found her she didn’t know. The force didn’t warn her of any ill intent however.

“Mullarus,” she spoke softly letting his name flow from her mouth. “I don’t suppose you are here to play with the children? You might look pretty with braids however.” Her lips curled with an impish grin as she teased him.

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus finally located a place to dock at near the ghetto parts of the Coruscant Undercity, close to where he had first met Baralin the night before. Something felt wrong today. It was as if with the sun in the sky...crime was somehow more active.

He climbed out of the cockpit and pulled his black outer robe on once again. It felt good to wear the stocky robes while dry again. As his boots echoed against the tiled floor of the interior of the 'parking garage' and made contact with the wet concrete outside, he tossed the bulky black hood of his robe over his head and closed his eyes. He reached out with the Force, trying to see if he could pinpoint the unique presence of the half-theowei, half-vahla woman.

To no avail. He was not attuned enough with the Force. He would need practice. For now, he would use logic. Perhaps she hangs around the same square she was in last night.

He passed along the crowded streets of the Coruscant Undercity. Scum and villainy surrounded him, he could feel it. Thankfully, on the busy street, Imperial soldiers watched every few blocks. Thankfully, they were visibly armed with carbine rifles. Criminals only listened to the same violence they spoke with.

Mullarus turned into an alleyway that led to the small square where he pursued Baralin the night before, close to the alley he confronted her in. He could not see her anywhere. One event did catch his eye, however. On the other end of the square, he saw two men, covered head-to-toe in clothing that made them look like street thugs, along with an Imperial guard behind them, pursuing a man dressed in formal clothing. The well-dressed man turned into an alley and the other three behind him followed. Mullarus felt something in his gut. Maybe it was the Force. One way or another, it compelled him to go after them.

Following them into the alley, he saw the Imperial soldier facing him. Behind the soldier, it looked as if the thugs were threatening the other man. "Sir, this is official Imperial business. Please, move along."

Mullarus did not move. He stood and stared over the man's shoulder, which he could easily see over. One of the thugs had kicked the man to the ground. Whatever was going on...it was about to cease.

"Soldier, either stand aside or turn around and help that man!" Mullarus ordered.

"I have orders to oversee this operation. Citzen, move along."

The thugs began to beat on their victim.

Like hell I will

Mullarus threw a hand forward, gripping the Imperial soldier's throat and tossing him behind him. With the soldier behind him, probably dazed, he used the Force to pull his lightsaber out of his robe and ignited it. Upon the alley being lit a dark green, the two thugs turned around to see Mullarus standing there, hate running through his veins. "You two leave that man alone NOW!"

He didn't wait. He lashed out. In an instant, he brought his lightsaber across the chest of one of the thugs and kicked the other one against the alley wall. He then began to grip the remaining thug's throat with the Force as well, holding his lightsaber at the ready to impale the man. "Who the HELL do you think you are, scum?!"

The thug choked and wheezed. Obviously, he couldnt speak. Mullarus let up a little bit on the grip enough so he could breathe and speak normally. "Gu-guh...! M-My lord! I-I-I'm...I ca- I'M KARKIN' SORRY! J-JUST..LE-LEMME G-GO!"

Mullarus threw the man to the ground with the Force, landing face-first on the concrete. "You stand your arrogant arse up, filth! I'll teach you to beat on citize-"

Before he could continue, Mullarus turned his gaze to the Imperial soldier standing in the entryway of the alley, aiming his blaster carbine directly at Mullarus. Mullarus' dark blue eyes narrowed through the darkness of his hood, "Soldier...arrest this criminal."

The soldier did nothing.

Mullarus raised his lightsaber in time for the soldier to pull the trigger, sending stun bolts toward him which were quickly redirected back to him. The soldier fell to the wet concrete, stunned. By the time Mullarus' darkened, angry gaze fell back go the thug, there was another blaster pointed at him. A smaller one, but it was there. Mullarus acted quickly, swinging his lightsaber to slice the goon's hand off, but taking a blaster bolt directly in his side. The man's hand flew off of his arm and the freshly-fired blaster flew against the wall. Both men cried out in pain.

Mullarus, however, remained standing, the thug still on the ground. Mullarus glared down at him, not saying a word as his side burned with a fresh blaster bolt in it.

The thug simply spat on Mullarus' robes. So Mullarus executed him.

After the event unfolded, a couple of other Imperial soldier came around to check on the situation, hearing the blasterfire. Mullarus explained what happened and they offered to inject him with some bacta to help the healing process. He accepted and was administered the bright blue chemical. The two soldiers arrested the soldier who assisted the thugs, explaining to Mullarus how some guards in the undercity were paid off by goons to oversee their criminal activity. It made Mullarus sick. Coruscant was such a stain on the Empire.

The victim of the thugs was given bacta as well and sent on his way. Upon being questioned, he was a simple office worker with a pocket full of credits that the poor, reckless thugs wanted. Mullarus apologized to him for what had happened before going on his way.

This was where he finally found Baralin a few blocks away. He wondered if she had heard the blasterfire a few blocks away, but he was not here to brag. His side still ached from being shot, but he managed a nervous smile as Baralin spoke his name.

"Oh, you think so? Perhaps another time, Miss Baralin. If you do not mind, I have come to speak more to you."

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

She had heard the blaster fire. The children pause but ultimately kept playing. This was such a common occurrence that they didn’t even fear the shots heard. Kendrix found that unnerving but Coruscant never was a place she found herself liking. Crime seemed to be a rather common occurrence.

“Speak to me or with me? There is a difference,” she looked indifferent as she continued to braid the girls hair finally tying it off. “I promised her I would let her braid my hair next. I’m not fond of breaking my word to those so young. Perhaps it is not beneficial for us to go? At least here you might think twice than make me a martyr in front of these children… Or not?”

“Are you her boyfriend?” One of the young girls asked Mullarus.

“He is just a boy,” Kendrix answered for him. The term wasn’t used on Retalik so any embarrassment it would have brought was lost in translation. She misunderstood her question, and thought she was asking if Mullarus was her friend.

The girl still managed to get a reaction out however by leaning over to her and whispering in a not so silent voice, “He’s pretty.”

Her cheeks flushed at how blunt the child was. The youngling didn’t have a filter. Kendrix pretended not to hear her and ignored her however letting the child braid her hair instead of going with Mullarus. She didn’t expect him to wait around. Why would he? She assumed that he was probably boiling over with rage over the simple fact of being around such weak beings such as younglings. He preached so well that the weak should be cut down. These younglings being in their weak form should be the first to go.

A young boy tugged at Mullarus’ robe, “Will you push me on the swing?”

Kendrix glanced up at him to see what he would do.

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus felt she was trying to attack him. This had to do yesterday, it just had to. She must have been angry at him. He was more upset about it than angry. Now he felt she would not even want to talk to him and just wanted to walk away and never speak to her again. What good was a friend who looked down at you?

He wanted to tell her she was wrong, but elected not to. She would probably just nit-pick every word he spoke and make more false assumptions. He let her speak, then found a curb nearby to sit on. He watched her braid the children's hair, impressed by her skill with her hands and fingers. He probably couldn't do anything like that.

Then he heard a child 'whisper' something about him being pretty. It was flattering, though it was child's banter, so he didnt take it to heart. He never looked at himself that way, and didn't want to. Of many things, he did not want to let the power he would gain by being Sith go to his head. He wished to remain humble while still working and living by the Sith Code.

No doubt if he heard what Baralin thought he would think of mere children, he would be even more upset.

Mullarus' head turned to the boy who asked him to push him on the swing. Either the boy was very brave to talk to a stranger living in this part of Coruscant, or a very foolish one. He swore he could feel Baralin's multi-colored gaze land on him when he asked, as if she were silently judging him even more.

After a brief pause, he answered. "...Yes. I will." He gave a small smile to the boy, trying to look like he meant no harm. He didnt, he just didnt want his friend to think he was going to kill a bunch of harmless kids. The Sith Code does not shy away from violence, but it certainly doesnt demand violence against any and all life in the galaxy, like many Sith believe.

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

Kendrix watched with a light smile as Mullarus tended to the child. Maybe there was hope for his murderous kind. This man didn’t have the same slaughtering instinct as those she had come to know within One Sith’s ranks.

Kendrix bid farewell to the girl who braided her hair patting her on the back as she hugged Kendrix. Kendrix wasn’t one for physical contact. To tell the truth she did understand what it was to make or have friends. Growing up, no one wanted to be friends with a halfling except for those who didn’t know any better.

Kendrix walked over to Mullarus and the boy on the swing gracing him with a large grin as she tried to hold back laughter, “You make a new friend this day. One you may or may not remember, but he will never forget you.”

“Tolo, Gornhalf,” she motioned her hand for Mullarus to follow at the same time giving him her traditional renaming. Where they were going she had no idea but he wanted to speak to her none the less. She had manage to survive the day without giving him too much thought. Although now she was curious as to why he came back, “You wish to speak to me?”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

It seemed he didn't have to push the child on the swing for very long before Baralin came over to collect him. He pat the young boy on the head gently before following his short halfling friend.

"Yes...first of all, I want to...apologize for my actions yesterday. I had no right to lose control like that. Since then, however, I could not stop thinking about what you said...how you justified your...what do I call it...your unwillingness to kill with the Sith Code."

He paused, thinking of what else to say and how he could explain himself. "I do not recall ever meeting a Sith who was not the 'I-want-to-murder-everyone-for-fun' type. I, myself, don't consider myself one, and you certainly are not one. How do you justify it? Do other Sith ever call you a heretic for it?"

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

She walked beside him her hands clasped behind her back as she walked almost regally, “You are forgiven. Though this is not the Sith way as you say. I do not wish to lose my individuality however.”

“I do not consider those to be sith. They are fools and I will gladly spit in their face if they call me a heretic. I am only one but there are many who share my views. Those who claim the sith mantle preach equality like the Jedi but do not believe it. Your leaders say they are your equals but they lie. The sound of their harp leads those in and they play the part of good pets to their masters... No. They have free will! The chose to do their bidding for the good of all Sith! They are free to do as they please… No… The second their eyes open to the truth and they try to speak out, your masters kick them to the side like the dogs they are. Pawns. All pawns.”

She shook her head, “There is no equality. There will always be someone stronger than you and someone weaker than you. Those that command the weaker to do their bidding. The One Sith forget however that they will need citizens for their empire, and kill them freely. This is why they are fools. They kill without need. The consequences will out way the reasoning for the action. Those they do not kill can still see the murder all around them, and they will grow to fear until they rally together. Then they will hate their oppressors. There is strength in numbers. Even the weak can overthrow the strong. So for this reason, the weak shall live unless there is reason or purpose for them to die.”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus stared straight ahead as she spoke. Once again, her voice was calming and soothed him like a comforting wife speaking to her husband. It still didn't make sense to him, but he listened. There were still parts of what she spoke of that he disagreed with, like how the more cold-blooded Sith are not really sith. Mullarus could see how they may be wrong in their ways, murdering for the sake of spilling blood and punishing the weak was a fool's way of demanding respect, but what they did was certainly not against the Sith Code. They were Sith, but Mullarus listened. He did not argue today.

He only smiled, "You're wise for one so young. Whoever your master is teaches you well." That statement gave rise to another question. "...Who is your master? Surely, he must be much kinder than mine, the so-called Lord of Ruin." This time, he turned his head and gazed down at her. Her different-colored eyes were strange...yet, they were beautiful, as well.

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

“My master is the Sith Lord Darth Veles,” she answered him. “He is an honorable master.”

Her eyes met his gaze focusing are the dark blue hues, their eyes focusing on each other for too long in her mind. Her brow furrowed at how he didn’t look away. She didn’t understand why he was looking at her in such a way. Her heart began to pound out of her chest as she glanced over the rest of his face briefly. She then tore her eyes from him looking down at the path as her cheeks turned a light blush. Since her blood was green this actually made her cheeks a little bit greener. Was he using the force on her? She didn’t know. She didn’t understand the effect he had on her but it was familiar. Her hand went up to put her hair behind her ear. Her finger gliding over the pointed tip.

“How old do you think I am?” She tried to bury the feeling under conversation. “You said before I was wise for being so young.”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Darth Veles. That was a name Mullarus would do his best not to forget. Mullarus had never courted a woman before, so her actions just seemed like nervous twitches to him, which he would not ask about in case it was a private thing to her. However, he did notice her face seem to flush a pale green and looked at her concerned, but said nothing of it before she could ask her question.

“How old do you think I am?”

The obvious 'trap' was unknown to Mullarus, so he would overlook that and give her an honest reply. "Well, judging from the lack of wrinkles on your face and how smooth the rest of your skin looks, I would guess you are around the same age as me, which is twenty-one. Early twenties-ish."

He then returned to his previous question. "Baralin, are you going to be sick? Your cheeks turned green for a second."

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[Kendrix]

He was younger than her. That seemed odd. She remembered her father was actually quite a few years older than her her mother. In the theowei culture most of the time the husband was at least five years older than his wife. She shook her head at the odd thought. She had just met him yesterday and was in no position to marry a stranger. She refused herself the thought of courtship. Not again. She wasn’t ready for that pain again. The false sense of security. She didn’t know this boy. She didn’t really consider him a friend either. That would have to come first.

His question brought her back to his side. Her eyes bulging slightly. She was starting to feel a little woozy but she didn’t think it was from illness. She waved the question off, “I am just gaining my color back. The sun gives my skin a green pigment. Uh… Photosynthesis, I believe you call it.”

Kendrix tried her best not to make eye contact with him. Save her from the strange feelings. The way he looked at her made her curious if he felt something for her as well. It was a silly thought that she quickly dismissed.

“Do you wish to say or ask anything else of me?” She glanced over at him quickly.

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

She started acting a little strangely, but he dismissed it. Was she tired of him? It wouldnt be the first time. She probably still saw him as some kind of murderer and wanted to get away from his blood-stained hands.

"Er...no, I dont think so. Would you like me to leave?"

[member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

She opened her mouth to speak before shutting it back to. She didn’t spend much time with other acolytes. Most acolytes were at least five years younger than her and not nearly as free spirited. It seemed that they all just wanted to please their masters. Kendrix had a different relationship with hers. He would order her on missions but then provide her with a prize of something that would benefit her. Most acolytes took just their master’s praise rolling over like good pets to get their belly rubbed among other things. Kendrix refused it. She did what was to her benefit the most not anyone else. It was rather brilliant of her master. He had his own personally lacky as long as he made her think she was winning in the long run.

“No,” she almost whispered then glanced over him really quickly.

Her eyes then focused on his side and the spot where the clothes seemed singed and he appeared wounded. Her mind could only guess what happened as her hand tugged at his robe. She glanced around then seeing an alley close to them she took him by the wrist and pulled them in there walking far enough out of sight from any guards that might see them.

“Let me see how bad it is,” she tugging harder at his robe this time. “I might be of aid.”

[member="Mullarus"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Mullarus had honestly forgotten about where he was recently shot. The bacta really helped.

This woman confused him. Sometimes, he felt like she wanted anything but to even be near him, and yet she does not want him to leave. She certainly didnt seem like the type to keep someone around just to pester them. What's her game?, Mullarus wondered before she dragged him off to a nearby alley and started to examine the wound on his side. Mullarus was more of a modest man, so it felt a bit embarassing for him to pull up a part of his robe to show her his recent blaster wound on the side of his chest.

The wound was still a deep red color and looked as if it might become infected if left untreated for much longer. There was no blood, but it looked like it might have bruised Mullarus' ribcage. Mullarus still felt the effects of the bacta injection he took, but that did not completely heal the wound.

[member="Kendrix"]