Faction Legacy

[Mikhail Grayson]

Denon
w/ Heinrich Faust
Seeking Jem Fossk | Dagon Kaze

The rain never relented here. Day in, day out.

His hand stretched out into the open street as rain drops fell into his cradled grasp. Two blue orbs ignited in a brilliant glow, the subtle implants received in his younger days from the swoop gangs and troublemakers he’d run with were a reminder of where he came from. What he’d risen above.

The Jedi looked to his master, the man who had taken him under his wing since his return to Ashlan territory after captivity in the MAW. Heinrich Faust , the right hand of his uncle Cedric Grayson . Recently recovering from battle on Ession, his tutor had taken things slow. Both men had nothing to prove to another, veterans of combat in the Stygian Caldera and with the hot Hyperspace War expanding on a nightly basis there was no telling where they’d end up next.

Sometimes it was best to get some R&R…

..but why the hell here?

Something personal.

“What makes you think we will even find them in the sea of faces? Our contacts could only get us so far, we are in the heart of Darkwire.”

 

[Jem Fossk]

(Sorry for the delay, was sick)
Dagon Kaze Heinrich Faust Mikhail Grayson

Cup o noodle. Both a delicious midnight snack and an excuse to scope the street.

Midnight had a way of feeling like midday down in the depths of Denon. The main streets were always filled with neon lights and the bustling crowds no matter the time of day. The world that never sleeps.

Jem wasn't nearly has patient as Dagon. She had an inkling the proffered snack was just as much to appease her as it was to buy them a place to sit without notice. She wasn't complaining. She ducked into the comfortable edge of her new leather jacket and watched the bodies mull through the alleyway across them.

"What exactly are we looking for?" She murmured around a bite, neon lights reflecting off the faint point of her incisors.

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Tags: Mikhail Grayson , Jem Fossk , Dagon Kaze

The rain poured down upon the busy street, though the locals didn't seem too phased by its presence. Perhaps Heinrich would have experienced such indifference to it if he lived here, but instead he found himself keeping out of it as much as possible. The Blade of Ession hadn't divulged the purpose for this visit to his new apprentice yet. He trusted Mikhail with his life, but the experience on Ession still stung, and Heinrich wasn't completely ready to open up about it. He had danced around the topic on numerous occasions, and mostly avoided it all together. He would give Mikhail the full story, in time. He just needed to work through it in his own mind first. But that would be for another day. For now, he had something to take care of.

"I will recognize Dagon. We've met before, once."

Met certainly was one way of putting it. The pair had crash landed on a planet some time ago, only to be saved by a stranger after. Heinrich didn't know Jem, but knowing her family would help him find her. He reached out through the Force, attempting to pick up on her presence. Eventually, he found what he believed to be her Force signature, and pointed down the street.

"That way, lets go."

Stepping into the rain, Heinrich started toward her position.

 

[Mikhail Grayson]

Denon
w/ Heinrich Faust
Seeking Jem Fossk | Dagon Kaze

Well that’s comforting.

Mikhail sighed quietly to himself and chuckled, to think someone could find another in a place like this after meeting once was hard to believe. He resigned himself to trusting his master however, he’d seen greater miracles already and he knew the Blade of Ession was not one to mislead.

“After you, master.”

He followed Heinrich through the crowded street, rain beating against his body as they moved forward. Neon lights flashed moments of brilliant pinks and blue over the faceless silhouettes bustling all around them. Holographic images played over and over flashing the latest holodramas over the air, depicting rising tensions between the Alliance and Imperial, depicting the hyperspace bloody war with the MAW. He missed these lights, these sounds. It reminded him of Coruscant, of his former home.

He halted mid-step, feeling the tangible presence of something or someone familiar yet different. A foreboding sense of deja-vu harkening back to the unholy worldcraft of the Mawite Holy City, Gehinnom. To the confrontation with the Heathen Priests and their Dark Voice alongside his uncle Cedric Grayson and Romi Jade .

“Do you feel that?”

It wasn’t malevolent, it was a warm light with the familiar touch of the dark memory. A ripple in the wave, a drop in the pool.

Mikhail looked on, his eyes scanning the crowds for the source of his sensory overload. His eyes finally resting on Jem Fossk and Dagon Kaze as they approached with his master Heinrich Faust in the lead.

 

[Jem Fossk]

Jem looked up, a noodle hanging from her mouth as two men narrowed in on them with obvious intent. Jem froze and scanned for obvious signs of trouble, but their relaxed posture and even friendly demeanor kept her from reaching for her waist.

"Um." She choked back the noodle and glanced once at Dagon. Taking cue from his lack of alarm, she wiped at her face and gave an almost awkward greeting.

"Hi?" They were definitely not from around here-- too polished, and their shoulders rounded out in a way that almost spoke military. Or at least pride. Maybe they weren't even contacts, maybe they were Dagon's friends.

Jem shifted a little uneasily, unable to help the way their gaze fell to her just a little more.

"Are you... looking for someone?"

Mikhail Grayson Heinrich Faust Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

"What exactly are we looking for?"

"A tail." he replied, then plucked an onigiri into his mouth. Its taste was as genuine as the CorpSec slogan plastered on the neon billboard on the other side of the street.

Here, at the small noodle shack among a sea of noodle shacks and an ocean of people, the master and apprentice were like two needles in a haystack. Lost in the pacy commute, fast life of the Seven Corners. As casual as the two seemed, their eyes - at least Dagon's - were on the passing people. Five more minutes and they would be on the move. Get that new leather jacket Jem donned stretched in leaps of faith over the city.

Someone had been asking for them.

And that someone materialized from the ground, honing in on the two Jedi.

Jem tensed up. Dagon didn't. A friendly tug through the Force eased his shoulders down.

But while the air of tension around him abated, it was quickly replaced by suspicion.

Heinrich Faust and Mikhail Grayson of the Crusade. The former he'd encountered on a strange world in a strange time. The latter - while rescuing Romi Jade and Cedric Grayson from the Holy City of the Maw when he was still a padawan. The Holy City. Gehinnom.

... where it all started.

"You know you could've--" he began then stopped. No, they couldn't have just rung. Dagon had made sure their trail was minimal. The masks and monikers at night. Gone were the days of 'showmanship'. At least for them. They were both under the terrible shadow of Solipsis and the vengeful stares of crime. "--well... welcome to Denon." he finally added, standing up to greet them as a half-forced lopsided smirk emerged on his face. It was good to be among allies but deep down he knew they weren't here for pleasure.

Jem Fossk Mikhail Grayson Heinrich Faust

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Tags: Mikhail Grayson , Jem Fossk , Dagon Kaze

Light danced off of the rain as it fell to the street, causing the air itself to almost maintain the same neon glow of the lights themselves. The city was a crowded place, and they had to push their way through the busy streets without drawing too much attention. Heinrich was still largely unfamiliar with the area, but he would find his way around well enough. Having grown up on Ession, he wasn't a stranger to maneuvering through the huddled masses in search of another. He acknowledged Mikhail's sense as they pressed their way forward.

"Indeed. Strange, to be sure."

Moments after the comment was made, they turned the corner, only to bump into the ones they sought. Heinrich offered a nod in greeting to the pair before turning his attention to Dagon.

"You're a difficult man to find, when you want to be. Fortunately, Ashla smiled upon us today. Good to see you again."

Next, he turned toward Jem. Though he hadn't met her, there was a familiar energy about her. Something that felt incredibly distant, and yet so close. It confirmed what Heinrich had already suspected, giving his mission more clarity than before.

"I'm Heinrich Faust. This is my apprentice Mikhail Grayson."

A brief pause.

"Yes... in fact, we were looking for you. There's something that I have that should rightfully be yours."

His hand reached beneath the thick cloak that sheltered him from the rain, and from within the folds, he produced a lightsaber, holding it out toward her as if to hand it to her. He wasn't certain that she would understand, but perhaps somewhere, deep down, she would sense the weapon's origin...

Either way, it was certainly going to make for interesting conversation.

 

[Jem Fossk]

Jem stared in palpable confusion at the hilt placed before her.

It was a bit stupid to be brandishing about weapons of the craft down in the alleyways of Denon, especially when they were meant to be undercover, but she made no move to cover or tuck it away.

An odd sensation tugged at her, the call gaining ground in her head until she reached out and picked it up. The pressure released into a faint tingle of familiarity. She turned the saber over in palm, her fingers a little shaky.

"How..." She whispered, her voice thick with understanding.

Heinrich Faust Dagon Kaze Mikhail Grayson