Private Like a Pack of Rabid Animals

[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Unknown
Tags: Caden Evesa | Naamino Zuukamano
Equipment: Lightsaber | Sith Robes
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Watching.

The Sith Knight had been watching from a distance, allowing himself to recieve regular reports from Korriban of the progress of the students currently enrolled in the Academy. He wasn't overly considering taking an apprentice, having only been Knighted recently himself. He was however keeping tabs on a few more impressive students.

Those who may serve to be useful to him earned his attention. Those were the ones he'd recieved a special report on, the ones who he paid the closest attention to. They could serve as assassins, or bodyguards. They could serve to recieve the legacy of Malum and Ophidia. They would all have their uses.

They'd been watched, but never challenged.

Until now.

See Zachariah had a secret, one he hadn't shared. He had a Jedi, one who'd come to Woostri after the battle had passed. He'd returned to the planet to meet with Darth Fury and Reicher Vax and it was then he'd stumbled upon the Jedi. The battle had been intense, but Zachariah had defeated his foe.

The Jedi had sat, imprisoned by the Sith Knight for a while whilst Zachariah ponded on what to do with the man. He'd forced information from the Jedi in the mean time, learnt his name and his background. Caden Evesa , former Silver Jedi and now loner had been captured by the Grandchild of Empyrean.

A Jedi whom had one final use.

He'd been beaten senseless and knocked unconcious, before Zachariah had commissioned two droids to transport the Jedi across the galaxy to Kainite space. The Jedi had been abandoned upon the ancient Sith World of Korriban with his lightsaber at his hip and a message had been sent to those Academy students whom Latens viewed as having potential.

The message had been passed into their minds, skills he was learning all of the time coming in useful. The message was simple. The message was clear.

"Go and find him"

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Simple Desert Sand Colored Robes,
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Well Worn Boots, Weal & Woe,
Model 6 modular backpack w/ provisions & field med-kit.

Vehicle:
Custom Moon Blue Zephyr Skyhopper

Tags: Caden Evesa & Zachariah Conway

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He'd received the psychic summons and jumped immediately into action. Naami had regularly been tested by Kor'ethyr staff under a number of odd circumstance; called to spar at odd hours of the day or night by Darth Thaliax (the academy's Sith battle-master), expected to keep up with course work between going to war on behalf of the Order, and once even being woken in the middle of the night then given a ghostly saber to fight the King of Korriban himself. So, the ever stoic and practical zabrak thought nothing of the unexpected message other than to jump at the opportunity.

He made a plan as he packed hastily, bringing enough rations for an expedition of several days and sending out brief messages to a few peers and relevant professors who's courses he might be missing. To Micah tol Powl , Leshanna and Haro Aven he sent the vague explanation:

I've been given a special assignment.
Not sure how long I'll be gone,
probably no more than a couple days.
Could one of you help Myunnah place her
weekly order at Vardin's Best Butcher shop?
Thanks, see you in a few.
-Naamino
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The zabrak double checked his gear, then flung the pack over his shoulder and jogged to the student hangar where his ship awaited him. He always kept her feuled up because he had a habit of taking quick joy rides when there was a little free tme between courses. This was the first time Naami was taking the ship out for business though and he was grateful for his habit to keep it ever ready.

There was no tellng if he was the only person to receive the psychic message or if this was an open bounty of sorts. Naami wanted to capitalize on the advantage of speed. The exansive desert surrounding Kor'ethyr was massive afterall, and it wasn't as if he'd been given coordinates. He'd need to stay sharp, centering himself within the Force and honing his senses to a laser focus.

The zabrak leapt into his ship and he was off, the playful call sign "Thumbs" that Myunnuh had chosen for him was painted on the side of the acrobatic little craft. But there was nothing playful about Naamino's demeanor today, nothing whatsoever.

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[Caden Evesa]

Location: Korriban?
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Naamino Zuukamano ​

Fear tore through him.

He remembered little. He'd attended Woostri following the battle between the Galactic Alliance and the Sith Order. His plan had been to administer aid to those who needed it, get some of the Woostrian's off world and out of the grasp of the Sith.

What he hadn't expected to come across was a Sith Knight. Their battle had been quick and extremely one sided, the well trained Sith Knight against the rusty Jedi Knight. Caden had lost before he'd even truly begun and he was disarmed in just a matter of minutes.

The expectation of death however, that was wrong. Death didn't come. Instead he was bound and escorted off world, beaten and tortured. He lost track of time extremely quickly after that, lost most of his time in between the beatings and the mental attacks to meditation.

It had stopped all of a sudden, the beatings and the torture just ended. He was injected with something, no idea what. The next thing he knew, he was on a dusty desert world with his lightsaber at his hip. It was a world he vaguely recognised, potentially Korriban?

Familar, yet not entirely certain. His mind was still hazy from whatever he'd been injected with. The familar weight of his weapon at his side was at least some relief. His robes and armour were gone though, instead he'd been given a simple tunic and some simple trousers. No boots, interestingly.

Darkness could be sensed, it was surrounding him. He stood out, like a beacon of light in the Force. He moved, towards the first bit of foliage he could see. He needed to hide and think, find a way out of whatever chaos he'd ended up in.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Wary of rival hunters, Naamino circled the Lightside signature then opted to land his ship a little ways away to perhaps lead others astray. He felt certain his head-start would grant him the advantage if there were in fact other Kor'ethyr students being granted this opportunity to prove themselves. However, caution still felt warranted.

After landing and securing his ship, the zabrak set out. making great haste but pausing every now and then to focus his mind and hone in on the prey he sought. This would be his first time truly going one on one against an opponent, so he steeled himself for whatever he might face. The sparsely forested area his quarry had chosen to make their stand might actually favor the zabrak, allowing him ample time to close the distance rather than for them to spot each-other from afar.

He could tell he was drawing near, sensed the burn of Light closer than ever before. More concentrated somehow than it had been on Woostri- perhaps simply because the dark aura that ever pervaded Korriban. So Naami slowed, he stashed his pack between rock and root, bringing only his sabers and simple clothes for this last leg of the hunt.

Stalking forward, Naami closed his eyes for a moment. With controlled breathing and slowed footsteps, the young man prowled closer. Suddenly he knew without knowing how he knew, that is foe was aware of him too.

"Face me now, and I'll give you an honorable death," the zabrak called out.

His voice was low for someone his age, deeper than most of his peer's, but still the voice of a boy.

Caden Evesa Zachariah Conway​

 

[Caden Evesa]

Location: Korriban?
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Naamino Zuukamano ​

Korriban.

He was becoming more certain he'd been abandoned on Korriban. It explained the familar looking nature of the planet and the Force's screaming at him. He was surrounded by darkness, hatred and anger poked at him. Korriban was a world of darkness. It made sense.

There was a ship in the distance, he heard it landing. It was his ticket home, if he could reach the ship. He'd always been a great pilot, even if it was a junk pile he could get it off world and in some vague direction towards friendly space. He could regroup from there.

Find Chirp.

It was only at that moment he realised his faithful companion was missing, the astromech that he had built with his bare hands. Chirp had been with him through pretty much every adventure he'd been on, witnessed pretty much every fight that he had been in.

He wondered if Okkeus Dainlei still had Mouse, the twin droid. Chirp and Mouse had been built at the same time, Mouse given as a gift to his then Master. He'd thought a lot about Okkeus over the years, wondered what his old friend was up to.

Not the time, of course. He had to focus on surviving.

His fingertips found the familar hilt of his weapon, the extra pointy bit on the end. The rancor tooth had been a gift from Okkeus Dainlei , fitted to the weapon as an extra stabby bit. Without even thinking, Caden unhooked the weapon from his belt and flicked it's switch.

The familar glow of the blade was somewhat relaxing. It reminded him of all of the battles he'd fought alongside the Jedi. He'd been a child when he started, fourteen. It was no surprise his biggest fear was becoming a killer with no remorse. All he'd ever known was fighting. He'd even opted to train alongside the Mandalorians at one point.

A voice.

It was low.

He heard it.

Instantly, he turned to face the direction of the noise. A young Zabrak stood there, promising an honourable death. The young boy didn't look old, certainly not old enough to be a killer. He radiated the darkside, yet he wasn't all that powerful. The darkside equivilant of a Padawan, maybe?

"Honourable, huh?" he smirked, a little bit of his more cocky nature showing through the fear. He was okay. He could handle a single Sith. "Look, kid. I've been out of it for a while yeah. All I wanna do is go home, find my droid and enjoy a nice Corellian Whiskey" he commented. He was finding his feet again. He was becoming confident. "Bet you don't have the time and where we are, do you?"

"You're a child" he acknowledged. "Let me guess, never killed anyone before?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Means your soul is still intact, you're not a lost cause" he commented. "Like I said, all I want to do is go home. Let me go man, don't make yourself a killer. Take it from someone who's taken a life. It sucks. It keeps you up at night"

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

The zabrak scoffed, closing the distance slowly as he drew Woe without yet igniting the saber. This man displayed all the typical Jedi arrogance he'd been warned about. Naamino wouldn't let his guard down though, and he certainly wouldn't rise to the goading of this man. Pride did however make him offer a correction.

"Oh I've killed, you'll be my first Jedi though."

The stalking stance he took was clearly aggressive, ready to leap into the attack at any moment. Despite his bravado, and the truth in his words that he was no stranger to the taking of lives, Naami was still untested in lethal one on one combat with a fellow Force user. So he steeled himself with a deep breath through flared nostrils and exhaled between gritted teeth, finding his center before igniting Woe.

Caden Evesa ​