Merging of Chaos

[Songbird]

Tattooine.
This planet held much meaning to Judgement, it was her home, the site of her birth.
She karking hated it.
But she recognized the irony of a new chapter in her life beginning here, if [member="The Onyx"] was serious with his proposal.

He had contacted her with a very interesting offer, and the masked anarchist happened to be very interested in his offer. As she sat in the corner of the cantina, her bodyguard, Dex, was at the bar; just to ensure nothing happened.
Nothing personal.

She ordered a drink, but only to blend in. She took no drinks from her glass as she waited.

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx was wearing his newest look. His hair was again slicked back as it usually was. However he sported a fancy looking vest and tie. He looked the part of someone wealthy and it easily masked his true life as a deadly master of the dark side. His lightsabers were hidden within his vest pockets. He walked casually into the bar.

He loved Tatooine. It was a planet that he visited more often than others. Mainly because it was a place of scum like himself. He found it funny that this anarchist, a stranger named Judgement, would pick this as their meeting spot. Though he never argued, after all he did enjoy this planet so.

He wasn't given much of a description as to who she was, only that she had long blonde hair and wore a mask. Onyx knew that description well, often one he used about himself. He walked into the bar and examined the many faces. Non fit the description of blonde hair. Of course expect for one, a girl who sat at the counter. He smirked and started making his way over to her. He sat beside her and didn't make any eye contact. Raising his pointer finger the bartender walked over and placed a drink in front of him. He took a quick shot of it before placing it back on the table. "Nice mask," he told her, never taking his eyes off the drink.

[member="Judgement"]

 

[Songbird]

Judgement glanced beside her as a man in a vest sat beside her, and ordered a drink. "Nice mask."
She analyzed him. His appearance put on an air of wealth, of nobility, of regality; but his movement told a different story. He carried himself like a warrior, like someone with power. If this wasn't [member="The Onyx"], then she was a Sith Lord.

"So, you have come." Judgement's voice was muffled behind her mask, but still easily heard. She swirled the drink in her hand, but made no move to drink it. "Now, what is it you wish to say to me, Onyx?"

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx smirked and took one last shot. He turned to glance at her. "I want your help." He turned around and used the counter as a tool to lean on. "You are an Instrument of chaos. I am an agent of Chaos. We are both the same," he looked around the bar. He smirked as he examined a few lads in the back who were hitting on a young lady who, obviously, wasn't interesting. He nodded his head at them. "These gents over here, they think they are tough. That's the surface. Underneath they are scared little boys."

He chuckled at the thought of it. "We want the same thing; to control Chaos. To make it our own."

[member="Judgement"]

 

[Songbird]

Judgement stayed silent for a moment, deep in thought.
"I suppose our goals are similar." She said finally, giving up on the drink. She had no chance of drinking it anyway.
"What, exactly, do you propose?" She asked, turning to face him, a hand on one of her rapiers. She had been betrayed before, if this turned out to be a trap, she would not go down easy.
"An alliance?"

[member="The Onyx"]