Private Inheritance and Debt

[Kayden Lind]

CORUSCANT-LEVEL 1313-Lilliths Helm Cantina

OUTFIT: Brown work clothes and work boots.

Trayze Tesar

Kayden leaned forward in his chair, running his fingers through his hair with a sigh of frustration.

"Look Balchoga, I can't pay a down payment right now. We've discussed this. But I'm on my way to some big things right now. Real big. Just help her fix up the bar, and I'll pay you back tenfold... Eventually.

The sludge green gammorean sitting across from him uttered a few grunts before shaking his head in disappointment.

Kayden rolled his eyes, and downed the rest of his drink in one go, beforing turning back to Balchoga.

"Look you fat pig, me and Norroku housed your sorry ass in that bar more times than we can both count and you know it. Do me a favor pal, please! Without it she's got nowhere to go!"

Balchoga grunted again, this time clearly offended, and stood up at the table. Uttering a few Gammorean curses, he waddled off back to the bar for another drink.

Kayden buried his face in his hands dejectedly, and took in his surroundings. The Lilliths Helm was one of the seedier spots on Coruscant, but to be expected from one who ventured down this many levels near the planets core. He had made his way down seeking an investor, someone to spot him cash, who wouldn't be all too worried about how he acquired the means to pay them back. He had called in a couple of acquaintances that owed him favors, but upon hearing the sum required, and the means of repayment, they had all quickly bailed out of the situation.

Kayden peered around the cantina, his eyes scanning for anyone who might've had a little coin in their purse.

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Banal Bequeathment
Immediate Goals -
1: Find and bequeath the inheritance to one " Kayden Lind "

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Kayden Lind || OPEN FREQUENCY

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He hated being on Coruscant - the whole damn thing was what Jutrand was aping, so it was far far worse. From the glittering heights of pompous stratoscraper denizens, to the depths of depravity that haven't seen the sun in centuries, untold masses huddled and devoured one another in a seething mass of buzzing buzzing buzzing that peeled beneath his nerves. The "balance" the Jedi hoped to attain was clearly done through cranking both extremes to tragicomic levels, and ignoring the consequences - the mark pustulating and flaking over his Mind's Eye when the Dark Empire loomed over the Core like leprosy in the walls.

It hadn't been the first time he swung coreward due to his occupation - he was probably one of the few Sith in the galaxy that actually had some semblance of a "day job" - the Sith-Imperial Banking Clan had clientele of all sorts, and it was up to him to ascertain the presence or absence of assets. Which was why he was here right now, a Shadow-Shareholder, a Lord Among Sith of anonymity of considerable influence had finally had their financial resources thaw. They had clearly passed for quite some time, but the inertia of bureaucracy and consequence had found out someone's inheritance needing to be dealt out.

Being the hardest working and lowest ranking member of Sith Society that wasn't within the Academy full-time, Trayze Tesar, former detective, turned sheriff, turned acolyte, turned captain-under-marque, turned governor of his own homeworld... was given the inglorious charge. Because nobody karking else would.

Resuming to the cantina, his investigations had concluded that this was where the offspring of this Sith - a great-grandchild if his calculations were correct - would work at. He had lingered around the lower levels, investigating the echoes gleaned from psychometry and information gained through his connections in the Sith Imperial Law Enforcement, corroborating, disproving, consolidating to it's inevitable conclusion. The young lad, the Kiffar had marked, was in desperate straits - seeking out wealth in order to take a ship off this blasted pile of slag, since the Kashyyyk Reprieve was relatively well-to-do. But mere survival wasn't enough for the presumed "Young Master Lind" or his adoptive parents.

The Kiffar was an enticing mark, wearing clothes that helped him blend in with the scum of the underlevels, but clearly carrying himself well enough to indicate him being from off-world. And the suitcase - large enough for a lightsaber and some other means of data display, not that Trayze would be foolish enough to put it there - but he seemed... sure of himself, lost.

Good enough to be sweet-talked into, and if the blond man were to use the Force, indicate there was something... more. Like what he had been, like what his father may have been... but not quite.

 

[Kayden Lind]

CORUSCANT-LEVEL 1313-Lilliths Helm Cantina


OUTFIT: Brown work clothes and work boots.


Trayze Tesar


As he peered around the cantina, his eyes locked on a man, short and stout, who stood hunched over the bar, his face half buried in his drink. He had a small purse of credits tied around his waist, precariously easy to access. Considering the mans current drunken state, negotiations and bartering probably were probably out of the picture.

Quinn was giving Norroku monthly payments anonymously, helping rebuilding efforts, but Kayden knew that she would need more. Without him, how was she going to take care of herself? With some extra credits maybe she could buy herself a caretaker...

He eyed the pouch of credits. It would be all to easy to just take them and go.

And what does he need the credits for huh? Drowning himself in drink?

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed a morally understandable choice. He would save this man from drowning himself in the bottle, and in return, he would be able to send the money to someone who needed it. Desperately.

Kayden locked his eyes on the bag of credits, and tried to remember what Quinn had begun to teach him. He felt the shadows of the Force around him, felt the shades of darkness that filled the room, and attuned to them. He closed his eyes, and willed the bag of credits towards him, all with a flick of his hand.

He watched as the bag of credits flew from the mans waist, and across the cantina towards his table.

It hadn't been enough however.

The bag fell to the ground about halfway through it's journey, and spilled out on the ground. Kayden cursed underneath his breath, as he watched the other patrons of the bar turn their heads, and begin trampling over each other to grab this now unclaimed currency.

Playing it off, the Sith apprentice, leaned back in his chair, pretending to watch in amusement. In actuality, his eyes darted from side to side, making sure nobody had noticed his disappointing harnessing of his power.

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Banal Bequeathment
Immediate Goals -
1: Find and bequeath the inheritance to one " Kayden Lind "

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Kayden Lind || OPEN FREQUENCY

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Well that had settled it. If what he had sensed about the lad wasn't any indicators, young master Lind did not sleep on his innate gifts - as criminal as they were, he didn't wholly begrudge him. Life was grim beneath the sprawls, and many did what they had to in order to secure the next gasp of air.

Time to see if he's desperate, if he'll help me do my job?

"Clear out, give 'em room!" came the ruralite growl from the Kiffar's mouth, making an intent to keep the case he had brought close to his person. Incense the curiosity, direct him to where you want to be. Trayze thought to himself, picking up the small pouch to address the crowd pecking the credits like carrion. "See? This is a wallet, you wouldn't wanna get nicked-"

"Gargle my balls and kark yer mother-!"

Unexpectedness came back to back, someone was ballsy enough to actually put fist to jaw. Moxy he would admire... if he wasn't on the clock. Ah well, time to play the clown, tumble down, skid your case just... there!

The crowd was upon Trayze, the cruel joy of fortune at another's expense turned to the venting of anger, and the meting out of additional sadism on an evident outsider. But even as the fists and cudgels fell upon the Kiffar somewhat harmlessly, on his person - even now this was a test from Lind. Will he take the bait now, or will he wait to ambush a weakened target later?

 

[Kayden Lind]

CORUSCANT-LEVEL 1313-Lilliths Helm Cantina


OUTFIT: Brown work clothes and work boots.


Trayze Tesar

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Kayden watched as a Kiffar man pushed through the crowd and seized the pouch of credits. At first glance the man was nothing special, clad in the same attire as every other patron who was clawing for the credits now spilled all over the ground. Upon more scrutinizing inspection however, Kayden noticed that he held a small case close to his side, a protective grip enclosed around it.

It happened in a flash. The mob turned on the Kiffar, and began to vent their cruel intentions upon him. Lind watched as he fell to the ground, the case in his hands skidding out of his grip and across the floor. He had forgotten just how sadistic the denizens of Coruscants lower levels could be.

But even in this moment of violence, he saw an opportunity. The crowd was beating on him, but paid no mind to the now slightly emptier pouch of credits clutched in his hands.

Kayden picked himself up out of his chair and made his way over to the suitcase now lying on the ground. The moment he reached down to pick it up, his head throbbed with an all to familiar pulsing sensation, and a voice he had heard too many times before rang through him, soft and cooing.

"Yes child! Take what is rightfully yours."

Grimacing, Kayden picked up the case. He felt the pulse from his head move down his body, and into his arm, into the very tips of his fingers. It was as if it was calling to him, this suitcase. The reason for this, he couldn't discern.

No matter. He had more pressing issues in the current moment than a schizophrenia induced advice session.

He watched as the crowd wailing on the Kiffar began to disperse, their thirst for violence satisfied. Making his way over, Kayden looked him over once or twice before offering him a hand. He then spoke to him in a low and level tone, trying hard to make his expression stern and intimidating.

"I don't know what kind of fool you are, making your way into that crowd. It might as well have been a den of angry womp rats."

He then dropped his tone even lower, doing his best to appear threatening. It was clear he was new at this.

"I could've taken this case and ran off, but I didn't. You're welcome. I could still make my way off with it though, unless you'd be willing to make a trade to retrieve your lost luggage..."

Kayden's eyes darted to the credit pouch still clutched in the Kiffars hand, indicating his intent. He would return the suitcase, if he would so kind as to give him the remaining credits.

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Banal Bequeathment
Immediate Goals -
1: Find and bequeath the inheritance to one " Kayden Lind "

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Kayden Lind || OPEN FREQUENCY

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It was humiliating, but necessary. Every rotten root beneath Coruscant was connected in some way or another, even if it coiled around the gaping voids where no one should reasonably exit. But still, only some sore bones, a bruise at best, he looked worse than he felt.

Then the blond haired young man of the hour entered, trying his best to be intimidating. Trayze no doubt knew that he was, anyone who survived in the undercity had to be canny, but personally - young Master Lind should go for the "silk hiding steel" approach rather trying to be a hardass. With a disarming and tired smile, he accepted the hand and was lifted up.

"Thanks mate." he offered, idly tossing the credit pouch once, twice, three times as if to idly think on the offer. "...Yeah, there's a lot of cantinas here got turned 'round..." he lowered his tone, not to intimidate, but rather to co-conspire "Ah'm actually lookin' fer a "Kashyyk's Reprieve"? Got a package fer a Miz Norruku."

Trayze knew who the young blond was, at least enough to casually mention his adoptive mother and her place of work. Enough plausible deniability, should the young lad ignore the way the Force trickled out before coiling into a few set snares if he dared to escape... but too coincidental to be an accident. While the contents of said case was for Kayden's possession, it took a few datapad presses to alternate the terms of bequeathment upon hearing of Norruku's relationship to the young lad - even though this was a frozen account, and the beancounters were eager to be rid of it, altruism was seldom the way of the Sith-Imperial Banking Clan.

"So if'n ya can tell me, I'd be more than happy to pay ya-" he alternated between something to be heard by others, should someone want to strike Trayze and his mark, before lowering his tone. "and don't worry, the package has a deactivated weapon in it. A memento from one of her employee's parents..." While deception was the way of most Sith, Trayze found that the truth, when applied, could be just as dangerous as a weapon.

 

[Kayden Lind]

CORUSCANT-LEVEL 1313-Lilliths Helm Cantina


OUTFIT: Brown work clothes and work boots.


Trayze Tesar

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Kashyyyk's Reprieve? Perhaps the Kiffar was of more interest to him than he originally anticipated. Kayden sized him up for a moment before flashing him a quick smile, dropping the intimidation act in favor for something more charismatic.

"I apologize for my previous tone. You seem to carry yourself with a bravery and wit that's quite rare this far down on Coruscant."

Kayden patted him on the back with an endearing smile, but still kept the suitcase clutched firmly in his hand.

"Let me buy you a drink friend. I think I may be able to remember the way to the Reprieve, but nothing like a good ale to really jog the memory eh?"

He chuckled softly as he flagged down the bartender, signaling for two drinks. Paying for them would cost all the money that he had left. He sidled up to the bar, and took a seat, resting the suitcase on the countertop.

"Funny you should mention Norroku, I happen to know her very personally. Unfortunately, word on the street is that she in a bit of a bind right now. There was a gas leak of some sort, and the whole place blew to smithereens!"

All the destruction had been at his own hand of course, and he knew exactly where they could find Norroku right this very instant. This could be his chance however. Who was this man delivering for? Perhaps if he got to the root of that, maybe he could find a way to extract a few more credits out of his assistance. As for the recipient of the package, The Voice in his head had indicated it was "rightfully his." If the Kiffar's words were true however, that couldn't be the case, as his parents had died many years ago. So that had surely just been some trick of his mind. Surely.

"Now friend, I'd be willing to take you to Norroku personally, but I'm afraid it's a dangerous trip. If you could inform me of what delivery service you represent however, I'm sure could either work out a monetary deal beyond that pouch of credits in your hand. Either with you or those above you."

The bartender whisked two ales over to the two of them, the dark greenish liquid frothing angrily in the cup. Kayden raised his glass to the Kiffar, and gave him a winning smile.

"I'm Kayden Lind by the by, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance!"

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Banal Bequeathment
Immediate Goals -
1: Find and bequeath the inheritance to one " Kayden Lind "

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Kayden Lind || OPEN FREQUENCY

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So this was how he wanted to play. All right.

When offered the drink, he accepted the charity - sensing how even if this generosity was a farce, young master Lind was willing to commit to it. Perhaps that's why Her Highness of Jutrand had come to the dark underbelly of Coruscant, a foretaste of the inheritance the poor lad was going to get due to his inheritance.

"Ah, thankya..." he smiled, though his burgundy irises were cold, calculating, assessing. Surprisingly not at the suitcase, but at the blond lad sat across from him. Upon hearing of the "gas leak", Trayze mustered genuine concern "Oh dear! Ah do hope that Miz Norruku's all right..." he'd been made aware of the incident long before he sought the boy out, but whether or not this was the result of a genuinely horrendous series of events, untamed but sundering power innate in Lind, or something else entirely, he couldn't say for certain. Crime wasn't as prevalent in the Undercities because of vigilant and community orientated policing...

There was a brief hardening of the "dopey but well meaning" visage on the Kiffar, a blink and you'll miss it calculation on how much the contents of the case could be divulged in public... at least until the drinks, and Kayden's official, formal introduction came.

Taking the cup in hand, he toasted in kind, sipping the drink a bit before stealthily returning it to it's cup. He didn't drink while on the job, but there's no reason to tell Kayden that just yet...
"Trayze Tesar-and ain't it a small Galaxy?" He exhaled, leaning against the countertop, his eyes beaming as if putting two and two together for the first time. "Think Ah know a Lind... a lady Lind, whasshername again...?" he snapped his fingers, sparking forth an answer he had long since remembered. "A... Jenny? Valley? Bah! Me an' names, Ah'd forget my own if Ah didn't wear a name tag..." he gave a chuckle. "Anywho, think she's an old pal of Miz Norruku, must be why yer employed at the Rest..."

It was a delicate game of play, with an unknowable third party listening in - and the person in front of him someone Trayze had only known of from various rumors and what little paper trail he could piece together. A way of staying close enough to the truth to earn Kayden's trust - or at the very least, avoid his ire - but not so blatant that SIA, Mawite, or Kainite forces would listen in on them.

 

[Kayden Lind]

CORUSCANT-LEVEL 1313-Lilliths Helm Cantina


OUTFIT: Brown work clothes and work boots.


Trayze Tesar

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Kayden continued to drink and laugh as the Kiffar, Trayze, as he had introduced himself, continued speaking. Though he couldn't quite put his finger on it, he felt as if there was something slightly disingenuous about the way the Kiffar spoke. As if he knew more than he was letting on. It seemed that they were both playing at that game then.

"A... Jenny? Valley? Bah! Me an' names, Ah'd forget my own if Ah didn't wear a name tag.."

Kaydens smile died immediately. His tone turned serious and flat.

"It's Jenevelle. Jenevelle Lind."

He had only ever heard of his mother from one other person before, Norroku. She had always been dismissive about the subject, it seemed to pain her to speak about. Died in childbirth he was told, but not much else. Kayden hadn't even heard her name in years, besides when he had thought it aloud.

He leaned in, his mask of insincerity dropping away. It was replaced now with curiosity. A desperate curiosity.

"How do you know my mother? Have you met her? Do you know anyone related to her? A lover maybe?"

Kayden sat back in his chair, realizing that he had just vomited his questions all over this man he had just met. He recomposed himself, taking a sip of his drink, and put back on a grin. This time though, it was clear it was fake. He was obviously preoccupied with other thoughts and questions.

"Sorry friend. Just isn't every day I get to meet someone who knew her."

He paused for a moment. For a moment he just stared at the Kiffar, blankly lost in thought. Thoughts about his mother.

"You know I used to work at the Reprieve with Norroku. Me and her however, we had a bit of uh, well a falling out. Employer issues you know? Now I'm willing to point you in her direction, but I say it's only fair for knowledge to come at the cost of knowledge. How do you know the name Jenevelle? And while we're on that, who the hell do you work for anyway?"

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Banal Bequeathment
Immediate Goals -
1: Find and bequeath the inheritance to one " Kayden Lind "

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Kayden Lind || OPEN FREQUENCY

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The mood leaned to something more somber, more serious, as the Kiffar raised two fingers in an understanding deescalation of well-warranted curiosity. No longer was there the facade of a smile, the visage hardened, and the two knew of the other's situation truly well.

He could tell him, but not here, not where there could be people who listen.

But honoring the agreement so far, slammed the drink, swayed, and slung an arm over the young lad and dragged him in, giving a mimicry of a slovenly chuckle but hissing the truth. "I am affiliated with the Sith-Imperial Banking Clan, that case you got?" Burgundy eyes shifted over there with a clap of his shoulders, and pointing his breath away from the young barkeep. "It's for Jenevelle Lind's next of kin. I know your mom through the obituaries..."

There was no easy way to tell him, but he had hoped that he could have spoken to both Kayden and his legal guardian. Raising his hand to slap Kayden's shoulder again, the young lad would feel the self same case slide noiselessly to Trayze's other shoulder, allowing him to stumble, grasp, and stagger upwards.

"Lessgo!" he declared, renewing the charade - not for Lind's deception, but as a shield for him.

 

[Kayden Lind]

//:Coruscant-Lower Levels:\\

//:Attire:\\

//:Current Theme:\\

( Trayze Tesar )

​

The Sith Imperial Banking Clan...

As the Kiffar took his hands off of Kayden, he sat there for a moment, his head reeling. Trayze had a package for his mothers next of kin... him. But how was his mother associated with the Sith? Norroku had claimed that she had been a barmaid her entire life, but here now was a package tied to her name, in the hands of the SIBC! A puzzling situation to say the least, and as Trayze stood, once again donning his act of a happy go lucky citizen, Kayden finished off the last of his drink, following him out the cantina doors.

The repugnant stench of the Lower Levels hit his nose immediately as they stepped out of Lilliths Helm. Kayden crinkled his nose and followed behind Trayze in close pursuit, as the two of them began to walk down one of the many alleyways scattered about. Towards Kashyyyks Reprieve,Kayden subtly noted.

"Look, you seem like a very nice fellow and all, and I appreciate you coming to find me, I really do. However, you my friend are extremely keen on withholding vital information!"

Trayze continued to walk forward, as Kayden stepped in front of him, stopping any further movement.

"For what it's worth I would like some answers! First off, what relation would my mother ever have to the Sith? I decided to, for my own benefit might I add, join the Sith just a few days ago, and all the sudden my long gone mother sends me a package? For her next of kin? Look I know what the Sith are all about, Trayze."

He scoffed the name out. Surely this man was just another liar. After all, that's what the Sith were. A bunch of power hungry liars. Though among their ranks, Kayden would not devolve to their ways.
He would be different.

"You're here to test me, aren't you? Here to taunt me with the memory of my own mother? I'd love to know who put you up to this, because if it was Quinn she could've came here herself."

He spat to the side and circled Trayze, eyeing the case in his hands.

"If you're here to deliver something, what stopped you from throwing it down on my table and getting out of there? Surely a noble Sith wouldn't wish to spend their time groveling among the Lower Level peasantry."

Continuing to encircle the Kiffar, he picked at his fingernails nervously. The memory of his mother and father had been so pure. The last thing he wanted was for it to be tainted by some sudden revelation.

​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Banal Bequeathment
Immediate Goals -
1: Find and bequeath the inheritance to one " Kayden Lind "

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Kayden Lind || OPEN FREQUENCY

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As he gradually slowed to a halt, allowing Kayden to vent his frustrations, he registered what he said, and took a breath.

"You're half correct on a few things." he began, allowing his body to slacken as he stated evenly and honestly. "About nineteen years, give or take nine months, Jenevelle Lind had relations with the owner of the lightsaber in this case. He had asked to give this to you when you turned nineteen, and that's it." he exhaled, offering the case, and allowing it to slip from his fingers should Kayden wish to seize it. "My interacting with you, my investigation of you, and my own curiosity."

His face softened, and if Kayden would rely upon eyes unseen, the Kiffar's aura would shift from cautious to empathetic. "I have kept the truth from you, but I do not intend to lie to you, Mr. Lind." he stated quietly. "Though I can appreciate the selfishness of bargaining for betterment of the woman who raised you, and you are fortunate that it was her who had sought you out, and not another member of our illustrious order..." the last two words held the venomous disdain only rivaled by the retail workers or accountants' consternation towards their "betters", but he collected himself. "I don't know anything other than the autopsy report of Jenevelle Lind, so I won't insult your intelligence or time by saying what she wanted or didn't want for you..." he exhaled. "And I am testing you. The test is thus: you are going to escort me to Mrs. Norruku's place of abode, and we are going to inform her of the terms of your inheritance and... occupation."

The tone was hard, firm, but not without sympathy. "Succeed, and there will be five payments of fifty-thousand credits minimum monthly to Ms. Norruku, and she will be moved to a location of her choosing as swiftly as able. She will be under the protection of not only Quinn Varanin, but the two of us." he paused, letting the words hang, letting the unfiltered honesty of his words stun Kayden's skittishness into sobriety. "For yourself, I will answer any questions you may have on your occupation - since I only outrank you by years and experience. Due to the fact of my admiration for Miss Quinn, and the fact I think just giving you a lightsaber will not result in your advancement - and only will throw you headlong further into the webs of the Sith without perpetration. Having someone become a pawn, become a victim, is a waste of my time and energy."

With that, the bitterness, the morality born from spite that was Trayze Tesar was revealed in its fullness. "Now, is that satisfactory?"

 

[Kayden Lind]

//:Coruscant-Lower Levels:\\

//:Attire:\\

//:Current Theme:\\

( Trayze Tesar )

​

Lightsaber? The owner was his father? Was his father a Sith? How could his mother have relations with a Sith? Maybe he was just a collector!

The questions rushed through his head, then quieted themselves. Kayden stood stunned, his body language limp and defeated. Perhaps Trayze wasn't like the rest of them. He spoke with such conviction, and he could've sworn he detected a string of sympathy laced in the Kiffar's words. His mind stirred with questions, and he knew he would soon have them answered, but Trayze's demand and offer was clear.

He was to be brought to Norroku.

No matter how much it pained him to face her. Though, it was better to be in the company of someone else he supposed, than face her alone. And certainly, it seemed, the SIBC would pay her way through the rest of her life, fixing the problem caused by his little bar incident. He spoke again, this time his voice resigned and quiet, near trembling.

"I really don't want to face her Trayze. But if it's the only way I can get my questions answered, then I'll do it."

He noticed the Kiffars grip on the case loosen, and Kayden took it from his hands. Holding it in one hand, he shrugged his head north, indicating the way forward.

"Let's go. But I'm asking you my questions on the way."

He held the case up in reference.

"As for this, I think I'll open it after we meet with her. Don't want to scare her bringing a weapon into her home."

With that he set off north, down the alleyway, and into a more populated area. As they made their way through the clumps of people in the crowded undercity, he began to ask his questions.

"Alright, now I don't mean to bombard you or anything, but I've got lots to ask. First off, and I'm not saying that I'm not gonna do it, but why am I required to tell Norroku of my new occupation? It seems a little irrelevant to the overall situation does it not? Having to confess to my light and life obsessed Wookiee mother that I'm bowing my head to the yoke of the Sith isn't my idea of a good time."


He weaved through a ring of death stick salesman trying to pull the two of them aside, before returning to his speaking.

"Second off,I'm not a huge fan of you accusing my mother of banging a Sith. Or at least a really really sick and twisted lightsaber collector. Norroku told me my father was a bartender, and tried his best to be a good man. How do you know my father? And why would a bartender leave his son a Sith's weapon of choice? Norroku told me he was dead for karks sake! Did he leave it before he died?"



They were only a few blocks out from Norrokus dingy apartment complex, but Kayden decided he would shut his mouth, and give Trayze a chance to respond.

​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Banal Bequeathment
Immediate Goals -
1: Assist Kayden Lind in regards to his inheritance.

BLUFOR - Kayden Lind

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Kayden Lind || OPEN FREQUENCY

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Trayze noted Kayden's retrieval of the case, now truly belonging to him. His face soften as Kayden revealed his... natural trepidation towards speaking with his mother, and the semblance of a plan on how to "break things gently" to her.

"That sounds like a plan."

With a nod, the Kiffar followed after the young lad, keeping pace in an almost leisurely stroll despite the speed that his guide would have plodded through the Lower Levels with - and all the obstacles that arose to face them. It was like seeing water flow through naturally occuring cracks, the way Trayze managed to weave through the crowds, almost as if he was simply on a garden stroll rather than going through one of the most dangerous undercities outside of Hutt Space.

As Kayden naturally burst forth a second salvo of inquiries, Trayze listened, a sad, sardonic smile on his lips - one that spoke to having had conversations like this before, and realizing that there really was no "good way out", but appreciating being able to speak his mind.

"Firstly, I'd like to say, I'd be horribly disappointed if you didn't have any questions." he began, and Kayden would feel the Force, the Aura that had crackled and pulsed with activity despite the Kiffar's visage of a gullible mark following Kayden, now refocusing on the young lad before him. "As fer why we're speakin' with Miz Norruku in the first place? ...Because moms have a nasty habit of figurin' things out." he gave a dry chuckle, an honest one, almost recalling his own childhood. "B'sides, the cash yer gettin' from our... mutual female acquaintance? She'll probably want answers fer that-" he raised his hand reassuringly. "Sith... Jedi... Ganger or Badgeman. Whatever ya want to be, the woman who raised ya would at least want to hear yer own words on it - even if she might not agree or understand. She'll appreciate it."

The air weighted with memories, and what to speak on next... and with an exhale, Trayze continued. Honesty would be the best way forward, even if Kayden would hate him for it - "...I do not accuse your mother of anything. I simply followed the records of a Ms. Jenevelle Lind to find you. What I found regarding both your birth and her passing..." he paused, thinking, the gears in his brain whirring, before delicately laying forth the truth. "I think... I think between the crest that's on the lightsaber and Miz Norruku's Upbringing Certificate - the thing she shows th' doctors to get you cough syrup... I think that'll answer some more questions a lot easier than I could."

From instinctively looking half-away from Kayden on the subject of what the Detective had found on the young lad's mother, he turned, his gaze hardened. Somewhere between sympathy and the burning embers of rage due to seeing something... something truly karked.

"Unless you feel like getting emotional over copies of doctor's notes."