Reach for the Sky

[Dravis Rosilla]

GLASTRO, BIMMISAARI​

TWIN FORKS RESTAURANT​

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The Bimms of Bimmisaari intrigued Dravis to no end. There were two completely different species that called the peaceful planet their home, one furred with large ears, the other near-human. Both of these species, sharing the same name, seemed to coexist as if they were one. Appearance did not sway the politics of Bimmisaari, and for that, it was one of the most progressive planets in the galaxy.

That didn't mean it didn't have it's bad batch.

Oh, and the Silver Jedi occupation stunk up the place.

Dravis wiped his circular mouth with a napkin, savoring the earthy taste of the steak he had just devoured. It had taken the Bith a while to find a restaurant to his liking, but when he'd found the Twin Forks, he immediately entered, famished. As a reward to the walk across practically the entire city, he had not been disappointed by their promising menu, or their excellent cooking. At least it had been worth it.

As the Sith stood, preparing to go about his business, he was pushed heavily from behind. Dravis' gut slammed into the edge of the metal surface, and he grunted, the air knocked out of him. More hands clasped his elbows and shoulders, and he was muscled outside.

The sun was shining brightly, but that didn't seem to perturb the thugs manhandling the Bith. Dravis protested, struggling to escape their grasp, but his efforts were returned by a punch across the face.

Finally, Dravis wormed his way out of arm's length of whatever was attacking him, and came face-to-face with a cadre of scum. Two humans, a small furry Bimm, and a giant Besalisk. Dravis felt the side of his head, surmising that it had been the big guy that had attacked him.

"You shouldn't have done that." Dravis reached to his side, and grasped his shock-whip's hilt securely in his hand.

"Why not?" The Bimm spoke, malice tinting his words. "You look like you got money. Well? Fork it over."

"In your dreams." Dravis activated his shock-whip, the spool of wire erupting from the hilt, sparking with blue electricity. "You dare threaten a Sith?"

"Oh, a Sith?" The Bimm mocked concern, it's big ears quivering with pretend fear. "Well, boys, should we just let this Sith go?" Their giddy grunts were all the confirmation Dravis needed.

He suddenly regretted leaving his guards with the ship.

- [member="Kel Novastar"] -

 

[Kel Novastar]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]


He wasn't quite sure yet why he'd somehow managed to end up on Bimmisari of all places, but his travels were more filled with wanderlust than any real direction. Aside from a foray into the Stygian worlds, at least, his journeys were simply the adolescent following the trail of where hyperspace -- and what maps he could acquire -- would take him. Essentially he'd view a holomap, locate a populated planet, and make his way there assuming what information on it didn't refer to it as a glassed-out hell-hole covered in sithspawn. So far, he'd gotten lucky. No sithspawn, and no glassed-out radiated worlds.

Bimmisari, on the other hand, was rather alive indeed. It possessed two main species which appeared to live in cohabitation with each other, and the state of the planet was better than the last few he'd seen. After flying his way down to the spaceport in Glastro, he'd eventually acquire some unwanted advice about the best places to get a meal and a room around the city.

The Twin Forks, he was told, was the premier eatery with a wide array of meals which even off-worlders could enjoy with no hesitation. It was also nearby to some of the less shoddier places to find a room for a few nights, but it was all whatever to him. After spending a couple of hours wandering the city and exploring the sights, he'd eventually make his way towards the restaurant in question in spite of getting lost once or twice.

His entrance, although, wasn't greeted with the sight which he had hoped to see. A bith, wielding a shock whip of all weapons, appeared to be facing down a group of locals who appeared to be harassing him. Having come in at the tail end of their banter, he'd managed to overhear the Bith mentioning the Sith, as well as referring to himself as one. It was interesting, if you'd asked him. To refer to oneself with such openness was not the norm that he'd seen of their kind.

It could have possibly been him attempted to intimidate either some or all of them into backing down, but his decree had little effect on the decision of the men surrounding him. Regardless, the shock whip he wielded held some creed towards him potentially being in the same league as himself. The lightsaber attached to his utility belt was thoroughly hidden by the jacket he wore, and he was curious how the Bith would react to such overwhelming odds. The jest was real, especially since these men were not of the force-sensitive nor combat-trained variation that tended to actually be somewhat worth their salt.

Either way, he leaned back against the front wall, arms crossed against his chest as he awaited what would happen next. Depending on the next few moves, there was a high chance of him entering the fray, if only to question the Bith of who he is. Other than that, he had little qualms about a set of thugs who'd yet to accost him.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

The two humans took the first move, which caught the Bith by surprise. They each took out a vibroblade, and swung at Dravis in tandem, acting like a vice. The Bith had time to duck under their swings, back-flipping out of reach of the thugs. The Bimm growled, pulling a blaster pistol. "Let's burst this Bith's brain matter, shall we, Volvo?" The Besalisk behind the Bimm grinned, and activated four stun batons, one for each hand.

Oh dear. Not good at all.

Dravis cracked his whip, giving the humans pause in their advance. He was in no way powerful enough to take on his many armed enemies. Vaguely, he sensed a presence at the edge of his perception, but brushed it off as simply an interested bystander.

Rosilla sidestepped a couple of blaster shots from the Bimm, backing up again as the humans swung their weapons, making sure to keep the men between him and the heavily-armed Besalisk.

No pun intended.

Dravis finally found an opening when one of the humans miscalculated his distance, stumbling forward slightly. With a quick spin, Dravis sent his shock whip, mildly assisted by the Force, around the man's leg. He only had time to cuss before a quick, lethal shock ended his miserable existance. With the body still bound by the cord, Dravis spun again, using small amounts of telekinesis, pulling his whip to swing the dead man into the other human. They went sprawling to the side.

The Bimm and Volvo stepped forward, the smaller of the two firing a barrage of poorly-placed blaster fire. "Hey! I payed a lot of money for those!"

He couldn't do this for very much longer. He was already feeling the strain from the battle, and although the Dark Side fed him strength, he was not quite strong enough to defend against these two particular adversaries.

"You should have let me be." Dravis was slightly out of breath, having expended too much energy too quickly.. "Now, you'll both catch the business end of my whip."

"Heh, you're pretty loud for a dead man."

- [member="Kel Novastar"] -

 

[Kel Novastar]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]


The Bith's claims might have actually held some merit from the way he was wielding the weapon in his hands. He'd effectively eliminated one of the humans and incapacitated the other, but the two aliens left standing were armed and ready to eliminate the Bith that appeared to finally be feeling a bit overwhelmed. The weapon in his hands was taxing, even for the standards of some non-human species. Swinging around that weapon whilst still dodging blaster bolts was no easy feat, but it had all at least added creed to the man's claims as Kel put together a conclusion to his observations.

With all that in mind, Kel would finally push himself off the wall upon finishing his observations. The claims were possibly true, but there was only one way to find out and it did not involve the Bith being filled with blaster bolts. Reaching beneath his jacket, his hand grasped the hilt of the longknife holstered on his utility belt. He silently unsheathed it as the duo of aliens were busy attempting to corner and kill the Bith, and silently stalked his way towards the two.

At the last moment, he bent his knees as he springboarded into a force-assisted lunge at the Bimm. The longknife plunged into the Bimm's upper back as Kel's knee rocketed into the middle of its spine, the audible cracking noise aided credence to the fate of the man as he fell on top of the lifeless body. The Volvo turned to face Kel only to see a pair of orange-tinted orbs staring at him with a lifeless intensity that was a bit unnatural in comparison to the man's own. Kel yanked the blade from the man's corpse, his free hand thrusting forwards as a wave of force energy sent the Volvo flying across the room, crashing into several tables before coming to a stop.

That same hand would proceed to yank the pistol from the quick-draw holster on his thigh, and a handful of bolts would make sure that individual wouldn't get off the ground either. He holstered the blaster shortly after the kill was confirmed, then wiped both sides of his blade on a nearby table cloth before it too made its way into its sheath. Turning to face the Bith, he'd casually slip his hands once more into his pockets before taking a pair of steps towards the man.

His demeanor was calm, albeit curious in manner. In spite of the two aliens he'd ruthlessly just slaughtered, there didn't appear to be any hint of emotion within his eyes at all. That orange-tint had also slightly faded away, revealing the light brown orbs within his sockets.

"So I heard you're a Sith, huh."

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

"Time to- Agh!"

"Grr... Oof!"

Dravis could only watch in mild amazement as his troubles dissolved before him. The Bimm was skewered from behind, and the Besalisk was sent flying, followed by blaster bolts. Clean, powerful, dripping with finesse...

Dravis was staring at a fellow Sith.

He realized this was the mild presence he'd sensed. The man before him had watched and waited, finally deciding to step in when Dravis was about to be overwhelmed. He was no fighter- he had soldiers for that. No, he was in the business of making deals. And a new business opportunity had just presented itself.

The Sith looked down at his dirtied robes, and frowned. Combat had soiled his business attire. With one hand, he began to wipe off the folds of black, and with his other, he retracted his shock whip with a snapping sound, and extended an arm in front of him diplomatically.

"Thanks for the assist. A little too close for my liking." Dravis straightened, his never-blinking eyes holding an ever-present spark of yellow. A smile tickled the corners of his mouth, and winced, holding the side of his bulbous head. "And I suppose I am Sith. Or at least, I think I am." Dravis frowned, feeling a sudden unease overcome him.

Crashing buildings. A sea of fire. Force-Storms littering the sky. The Sith Lords, turning to dust. Atrisia.

Dravis shook off the memories, turning his simmering gaze back to the man that had most likely saved his life. "I am Rosilla." Dravis turned slightly, and outstretched his palm. A stirring of bodies, and a stunned thug was pulled from under his dead companion, dragged across the ground to the Bith's feet. He activated his shock whip yet again, and let the non-electrified cord lay on the injured human.

"I must ask; what is the name of my savior?" The simple press of a button shocked the thug at Dravis' feet, killing him after a few seconds of contact.

"It is an honor to meet a fellow Sith this far out in the galaxy."

- [member="Kel Novastar"] -

 

[Kel Novastar]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]


Kel extended in arm in return, although it would extend a bit further as he grasped the man's forearm rather than his hand; a sign of respect as a fellow warrior, and a Sith. He quietly observed as Dravis put the final human who was alive out of his misery, no hint of disdain or amusement at the sight of the man's death. Considering these street punks had attempted to accost him, their fate was for the Bith to decide as far as he was concerned.

He did seem a bit curious as the Bith began speaking, especially when replying to his question about him being a Sith. As was common with him, he slipped his hands into his pockets in the aftermath of the battle. "You think you're a Sith?" He'd ask rather flat out, but his tone wasn't condescending in the slightest.

He had not heard of one who claimed to be a Sith that had doubt in their affiliation. While it didn't necessarily mean he was lying, it was still worthy of further questioning. That aside, there current location wasn't the best place for them to have a healthy conversation about their affiliation, which he'd begin to say as he headed towards the exit. "Let's take our leave. We can discuss this further once we're away from this scene. I believe we can both appreciate if further attention isn't drawn our direction."

Kel turned towards the employees of the shop, light brown orbs shining with indifference at their currently scared forms."Shhhh..." He brought his index finger to his lips briefly, hoping to get across the message for them to keep quiet about what they had seen. Considering the two had effectively murdered several men, he hoped it would be a good deterrent for them to not reveal their description to the authorities.

Eyes drifted back towards the Bith following quieting the employees, he himself already beginning a methodical backpedal towards the door. "Come. Let's...take a walk, shall we?"

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Dravis gauged the man's reaction at his assumption, content that he had been correct. The Bith was learning quickly, it seemed. He wasn't quite sure what he had learned, but by using the man's underlying emotions, he could vaguely discern things about him. Including his adeptness in the Dark Side, something that intrigued Dravis to no end. That, coupled with his quick work of the thugs, gave him an immediate respect for the other Sith.

"Of course, of course." Dravis stared daggers at the bystanders, letting his eyes flare with white-hot cinders. "I would rather not do battle with an entire city under Silver Jedi control." He turned on his heel, flipped his black hood over his large head, and beckoned for the man to follow.

"Come, let us speak, before we are inevitably set upon."

- A FEW HOURS LATER -​

"I said I was not sure I am Sith. But I do try."

Dravis walked calmly through the streets of Glastro, proud yet dainty. He had covered his head in grey wraps, only leaving his eyes to e seen. His hood had been pulled up, and his shock whip securely fastened away. "I once had a master. Perhaps you heard of him."
Dravis thought back to the Sith Lord that began him on his journey. "Darth Ambroscus. Subjugator of Arkania." Dravis snarled, his very name bringing back mixed feelings. "He died in the Battle of Atrisia. It was... Nightmarish." Dravis had seen few things since he was thrust into the galaxy. Definitely the most terrible was Atrisia. Two Sith Lords, turned to dust before his very eyes. A great being of fire and lava, descending upon the city. Mandalorian Warriors falling from the sky. A great storm, brewing over everything. Destroying capital ships.

Truly, it had opened his eyes.

"I have continued studying the lessons he gave me, perfecting them, looking to the Force to guide me to other lessons." The pair passed a fruit vendor, and Dravis gave him a disinterested glance. "I have studied the Code. Memorized it. Meditated on it."

Dravis grinned, the action covered up by his cloth wraps. "You could call me 'self-taught'. I have learned much. But what of you? What are your origins? Why are you Sith?" Dravis found this question enlightening. Since Kruel Zing had died, he had been forced from the role of a simple enforcer. He had time to be curious. Lights had been shed upon the secrets of the Force.

And Dravis would unlock these secrets, even if he had to rip them from the universe.

- [member="Kel Novastar"] -

 

[Kel Novastar]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]



Once the pair had made their way out of the restauraunt, it was all a matter of becoming invisible at that point. The two had been walking the busy streets of the city for quite some time, and so far it was a rather pleasant experience considering the previous first-time experience he had with the locals.

Hearing the Bith speak finally on his mentioning of him being a Sith, it would become clear why he was unsure as to if he truly were a Sith. Kel's situation was...different, in a sense, but only slightly. His master had willingly let him go, for several reasons at that. It was customary for an apprentice to be let loose by their sponsor upon officially joining the order, but Kel wasn't the easiest to indoctrinate wholeheartedly into their way of thinking.

Dravis, on the other hand, had actually been under the tutelage of a proper master. It was a shame that his master -- an apparent conqueror of worlds -- had died in battle, but such an ending was fitting for one of his station. He felt no empathy towards the man, in any case, as death was all a part of life. He'd only feel the struggle that Dravis had concerning being an Acolyte without a master. It was a difficult thing, although the freedom was rather great, if he made say so himself.

Shoving his hands into his pockets once he deemed things to be as safe as they could be, eventually he'd let out a rather relaxed yawn. "No clue who you master is." He'd begin, stating the fact that he was completely oblivious to who the man was. In fact, Kel was rather oblivious to alot of the things concerning the overall galaxy at large. Aside from Nar Shadaa, Tatooine and the time on his parent's ship, he was rather sheltered in terms of galactic knowledge.

Either way, he would continue on speaking, even if only due to having nothing better else to do. At least the two had some sort of affinity to them, being masterless Acolytes and all. "I hail from a... far-out order." It was the vaguest description he could give the Bith. He wasn't at liberty to explain the details, but it would suffice. [b]"EIther way, I have no master, no mission either. I'm searching the galaxy for any trace of Sith, perhaps in hopes of finding a master. Well, that, and just to kill time making easy credits by doing jobs."[/b]

After all, he was a hired gun by trade prior to his days with the Sith. He'd done many a job such as that while employed with the Hutts, and it was easy credits while he was alone in the galaxy by himself. It wasn't easy, after all, to maintain a hyperspace ring for his already dated fighter.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

"A mercenary, eh? I'm sure I could not stoop to such levels to make a living, but that is what makes the Sith so resistant. We... adapt to survive, no?"

Dravis noticed a detail of police combing through the crowds of Glastro, and pulled his hood down further, making sure his raps covered his face and head completely. A human wasn't an remarkable sight here, but Bith were slightly less common. If those people at the restaurant had phoned in security.

"To each his own, I suppose. I've became a founding member of the Corporate Sector. Quite the lackluster bunch, but they have the money and power that I desire." Dravis kept a close eye on the police as the scoured the crowds, holding up datapads with faces on them. Their faces. Not good.

"I sense our confrontation hasn't gone unnoticed." Dravis nodded in the direction of the squad, and kept his voice low. He gestured to his fellow Sith to duck into an alley, and dashed into it himself. The area was dirty and unkempt, despite the rest of the city. A drunk human sat on his side with a bottle of something foul-smelling, completely comatose. If Dravis hadn't seen a drunkard before, he might've thought the man dead.

"I have guards with my shuttle, on the other side of town. Can't risk comms, the police are probably monitoring them."

"What's the plan, mercenary? Ambush? Disappear?" Dravis let a sick smile overcome his features, and his eyes sparked with yellow flame.

"Eviscerate?"

- [member="Kel Novastar"] -

 

[Kel Novastar]

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

"A mercenary? I wouldn't exactly go that far." He began, his hands shifting around slightly in his pockets as they walked. "I'm just a spacer, I guess. A wanderer, of sorts, doing what he wants." He had a goal in mind, but other than that his path wasn't completely clear. He spent his time searching from planet to planet, updating his astrocharts when he could and siphoning information from whoever was willing to talk.

Both of their eyes would eventually turn towards the squad of security forces that were searching the area for what he assumed was them. Kel followed the Bith into a nearby alley, evading the police for the immediate time being. The drunk human wouldn't be much of a problem, especially since he was half-conscious as it stood, so Kel disregarded his presence.

"I've got my fighter on the other side of town, as well. It seems as if we both parked our vessels in the same spaceport." He'd comment, his attention returning back to Dravis' mentioning of what their plan would be. He'd rather not go on a killing spree that would potentially bring the might of their space forces down against him. That being said, there was a high chance that they wouldn't be able to avoid bloodshed entirely on their way across town.

"Perhaps we should attempt to dispensary, at least to an extent. If we run into any trouble, we should do our best to efficiently eliminate them without giving them a chance to contact reinforcements." Tactics weren't his absolute forte, but he'd done enough work for the Hutts to know the best way to escape a city when your presence has been compromised.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

"Stealth it is."

Dravis could mildly sense the confidence behind the Sith's words, and briefly wondered whether he had needed to escape a city before. He wouldn't doubt it. While Dravis had never had to do something quite this hands-on, he was confident in his abilities.

Adapt to survive indeed.

Beckoning the Human forward, Dravis fastened his cloak tighter around himself, and effectively disappeared into the crowd, blending and bending with the ever-shifting contours of the group. It would be difficult for even Kel to keep a bead on him. The Bith effectively assimilated as just another faceless citizen.

Unlike most Sith, he had plenty of experience being insignificant in a crowd. He knew how one walked, how one looked, and perhaps most importantly, how one felt, when they were at the bottom. And as much as he hated the feeling, he embraced it.

They went through street after corner after plaza, making their way, albeit slowly, towards the port their ships sat. Then, something unexpected.

Just another contingent of police, but they were accompanied by something... different. Dravis felt as if he were staring at a supernova as he squinted at the soldiers, noticing someone rather out of place. A human, no more than fourteen or fifteen, wearing light brown robes, an arm raised over his eyes, observing the crowd.

Uh oh, a Jedi.

Drav looked around for Kel, trying to express his concern, and ducked under a fruit stall.

They needed a new plan.

- [member="Kel Novastar"] -