Learning of the Past and Future.

[Elias Arna]

@[member="Tirdarius"] @[member="Barrett Haskins"] @[member="Subject 13"] @[member="Piraiba"]

Elias Arna. A freelance Jedi that was looking for his father. He carried his lance on his back. his dual lightsabers on his hip and shield wrapped around his arm where its supposed to be. His armor, heavy Exoskeleton, was given to him by his dead and forgoten master only known as Dawntreader. A master in the force who was older than the plague only to live out of the force. and die when he was done teaching Elias. His choker felt normal around his neck and he straightened his gloves. His bulky cloak hid his ultrachrome wings.

His hood was up to cover his features as he walked on this planet. Dusty and full of sand the planet was called Tattooine. It was dry compared to Naboo where he lived for most of his life. He had to find his father now that he was ready for war. He just didnt know where he was hiding. he knew that his father watched him travel somehow as though he could see was Elias saw and feel what Elias felt.

He needed to find someone to help him and he needed to find a group to help him. SO far he had only seen one force user who helped him make his shield. and that was it. He felt alone but not by himself. Elias walked into "The Dragons Den" tavern and ordered a drink. maybe he could find someone on his travels.

 

[Barrett Haskins]

The Dragon’s Den had been housing the anxious smuggler for the last few hours; he was using it as a base of operations. Barrett found himself stuck on the sand rock that was Tatooine yet again. He had been on planet a few times in the past and each time was worse than the last. It seemed if the Tuskens weren’t causing him trouble then it was the Jawas, constantly taking off with his hydrospanners and any other tools he would leave unattended for more than half a second.

He had passed the time while he waited for his drop to show up by sipping his ‘local’s favorite’, which was for all intents and purposes everything at the bottom of the bottle that they then added together and watered down as needed and served it up as a punch. They were out of Corellian Whiskey, the market being bought dry after the Clockwork rebellion relinquished control of the planet. The liquid tasted fiery to the touch, stinging his sand blasted lips on impact. He had a good buzz going at least, or he hoped, maybe he was dying, he really had no idea what he was drinking beside the fact it was cheap.

As he sipped, his hazel eyes danced around the room, around the people, around the art on the wall. The Dragon’s Den was a very nice bar for Tatooine, giving up the usual drab decorations for modern art and metal instead of sand and stone. This change in setup was much appreciated by Barrett who had grown accustomed to Nar Shaddaa and the Hutt's hideouts. He watched the usual suspects flood through the door after they got off of work, types you saw all over Tatooine. He felt as though it was going to be another boring day on boring Tatooine. Enter @[member="Elias Arna"], Haskins immediatly found himself studying the hooded man's movements, he was trusting his gut on this one...adventure was afoot.

 

[Teynara Jeralyr]

A dry, dusty world that he couldn't truly envision anyone really wanting, Tatooine was about as far from civilisation as it was possible to get, and certainly further from Imperial space than was preferred, but that was the price you had to pay in order to do a little exploration and expand knowledge. He had come in order to check our reports of a new faction arising here. Although Tirdarius had never much cared what organised groups might be around, provided they stayed out of the way, this one was rumoured to be poking around Wild Space, and who knows what they might find there...

It had, at least, been sufficient to warrant taking a trip off-world, away from responsibilities on Korriban. Not that he had ever needed the excuse, but it had been a long time since he had stepped away from the burdens of rule in order to simply do a little research. Tatooine wasn't exactly the ideal spot for something along those lines, but it was a world that had a long and fairly fractuous history, so it was impossible to know what they might learn or discover here.

Thus far, he'd found Tatooine to be exactly what the records suggested: dry, sparsely-populated, warm to the point of being cloying, and that was before you considered the sand, which was often blown along on the stray strands of wind that often came out of nowhere. It's hardly a surprise that this backwater world remains one even after thousands of years. The sheer cost that would be required just to manage the environmental damage on equipment would no doubt create considerable financial issues. So why would anyone use this as a base of operations? The sole answer he could come up with spoke for itself: because nobody else would want to.

At present, he was seeking shelter inside what passed for a local Cantina - a dark, dingy place that frankly made the heat and glare outside seem pleasant, were it not for the fact that the air was cooled by air conditioning systems, and drinks were available for those with the credits to pay for them. Sadly, this wasn't the sort of establishment that carried fruit juices, so the Sith Lord had been forced to settle for a glass of water - something that had cost a relative fortune to what you might expect - and simply wait for the scorching daylight to sink into night, a better time for travel and work.

He had taken a seat at a table in one of the more shadowy corners of the room, his dark clothing blending in perfectly, near-concealing him from view, leaving him to his thoughts and, more importantly, to his observations. Several of his own agents had remarked at how often they had come across useful information merely by observing the behaviour of those in Cantinas, and he had decided it would be a good time to practice at the same, allowing silence and patience to be his weapons this time. You never know what you might learn simply by waiting.

Patience, as always, was the key.

 

[Elias Arna]

Elias looked very much out of place in the bar. It was dark except for the few lights over the bar. His lance looked like a high tech Bo staff. He flashed back to see his father teaching him how to use the sturdy rods of wood and bone. His hood was up as he felt a powerful yet dark colored light enter his vision. He could see lights that alerted him of a very shady figure in the back. He wore a cloak that must had looked hot.

Tap Tap.

The bartender tapped on the table to ask him what he wanted. "Water." was his reply. A drunk man looked at him and laughed "Funny?" Elias asked the man said "Yes and I want that nice cloak of yours. The man ripped it off of him and supprised Elias.

His wings were now exposed. Quickly he activated his helm as it formed from the collar of his armor. Wings sprouted from his helm as he asked "Give me the cloak and you can walk away from here with your life." Well he gave him an ultimatum.