Private Rescued From The Void (Zesiro)

[Charles Castex]

THE ORDER
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Location: Captive On Mystery Vessel

Tags: Zesiro

Dress: His Long black uniform, with a matching robe going around it and white and red flowers decorating it.

Gear: -Hologram Projecting Droid

-Two Lightsabers hidden in his belt

-Personal Surgical Tools

-His Razor Fingernails are firmly in place

-Implants turned on and running

-Darth Udezi's Legacy

All he wanted was to get away from his flagship for the day, and more and more it seemed like that was all he ever wanted to do. Leaving the memories that the ship itself carried with it, memories of his old beloved that now floated through space like a massive set of bones that would never rot away. He would have to live within those halls for the good of his men, but as he did it felt like he was living among the ghost of the past… and there where times that he just needed an escape. Now Charles knew that he had messed up and wondered if he was going to soon join her… join her in floating through space…

The Sith could feel his vision clouding as he slowly faded to black, a whisper of her name leaving his lips after he did so… and everything went black after that. At least it did for a time… how it happened… and why he had no clue. The only thing he knew was that he was strapped to a bed, his sabers where gone… and even Udezi's Holocron was missing from his belt. The first thing that flowed through the man was annoyance. He was just about to die and be free of his pain, and what followed that was anger, who had dared steal Udezi from him. Knowing the old Sith Lord she would have shared information about the fleet to mess with him, and so projecting out Charles broke through the locks on the straps and pushed them to the side.

Collecting himself the large male slowly sat up and studied his surroundings, it was a rather standard holding cell… not hard to break out of normally. However he didn't feel like fighting the whole ship to get his holocron back… so he simply stood up and walked to the edge and looked for the nearest guard. Nothing was said as Charles cold dead eyes locked onto those of the man, he didn't play the same silly games that the Jedi did… and the individual once they had their orders implanted where soon on their way. The simple command… 'find your leader… and bring her to me'

 

[Zesiro]

Finding a floating and lonely ship in the space around Commenor was undoubtedly something odd. Zesiro had been notified of this, and she ordered it to be brought on board her ship. As head of security for the President, the woman had access to many things. A simple ship was just one of the benefits.

The man who was the passenger of the disabled ship was taken aboard and placed in a holding cell. His obvious weapons were removed, but she took no extra precautions. He still had access to the Force. Looking through his belongings, it was apparent he could use it.

What he had on was placed in front of the blond. Leaving them mostly alone, she knew when he awoke. One of the items seemed to call out to her, but she resisted the temptation to touch it. Looking up from the collection, the guard he had commanded to bring her to him stood at the door to her office.

Listening to what he said, she nodded and stood up. Not bringing his belongings along, she left them resting in the room. Gathering up a jacket, she put it on over her shirt and obscured the hilt of her lightsaber. To a casual observer, the exiled queen would appear to be an ordinary woman and not a Force user. It might be evident to a trained eye, though.

One of her Masters had taught her to conceal her Force ability, so she did this before allowing the guard to take her to Charles. Walking past the mess, she quickly gathered food and drink for her unexpected guest and carried them.

Putting them on a metal tray, they entered the holding area.

"Good evening. My name is Zesiro. Would you care for some food and drink?"

Another lifetime ago, she would have used different means to make this man comfortable. Instead, she decided to start with his appetite and take it from there.

Charles Castex

 

[Charles Castex]

THE ORDER
​

Location: Captive On Mystery Vessel

Tags: Zesiro

Dress: His Long black uniform, with a matching robe going around it and white and red flowers decorating it.

Gear: -Hologram Projecting Droid (Confiscated)

-Two Lightsabers hidden in his belt (Confiscated)

-Personal Surgical Tools (Confiscated)

-His Razor Fingernails are firmly in place

-Implants turned on and running

-Darth Udezi's Legacy (Confiscated)

As he stood there waiting Charles could feel it, just a for a moment there was a presence on board this vessel. Reaching out to its location he tried to get a read on it through the Force, but it seemed to retreat into the ether just like it had never been there at all. Could it be they were concealing themselves? A prudent move, and one he might have considered if he had not already been incapacitated for so long. Giving anyone one with even the most basic knowledge of the Force time to realize what they were dealing with. So in that vein he did not reach out for the presence of a person, but for Udezi… confirming the safety of the holocron. He thought about pushing hard enough to 'gain' her guidance on what he might be dealing with, but no… there where better ways of doing this.

Walking back and forth quietly the Admiral waited until he heard the door opening. Turning to look at her the tall male stood there staring down at her with his dark eyes narrowing, but he said nothing. Whoever this person was, she carried herself like a leader, and so he had to guess she was the captain of the vessel at the very least. That didn't mean exactly she was the mote of power within the Force he felt before, no it was too early to assume. He would wait for a surer sign before giving too much away to someone who could simply be transporting a much more important person,

"That depends Zesiro, are you willing to drink from the cup and eat the food before me…" There was a bit of an ominous chuckle in Charles voice as he waited for an answer from the woman, before walking back to the bed he had been strapped to and sitting on it. There was a hint of paranoia mixed with the joking nature of the request as it would take a lot more than a little poison to kill the Admiral. He noticed that she hadn't brought any of his things along, which was to be expected, "So I am to assume that you know who I am if you took everything off my person?"

It was a trick question to see if she was indeed the Force User on the ship. If she had indeed made any level of contact with Darth Udezi then Zesiro would know his name. There was other ways she could have gotten it of course such as a proper search of his ship… its data banks… and navigational charts. These would eventually lead her back to his flagship if they followed that course…

 

[Zesiro]

When Charles turned and tried to intimidate her, she did not flinch away or back down. Zesiro kept her eyes open to his narrowing. She had already set the tray down with the food and glanced at it when he asked if she was willing to eat before he did.

Tipping her head in understanding, she tore off a piece of the bread and ate the bite.

"If that doesn't set your nerves at ease, I'm not sure what will. The fact you're alive should indicate I don't intend to harm you."

He mentioned she might know who he was, and she nodded. Pouring some of the drink into the cup she had brought for it, she took a sip and offered him the tray. It didn't matter to Zesiro if he accepted the food and drink. She had brought it to be polite.

"I am the head of security for the president of Commenor, and your ship was found disabled in the near space to the planet. It's my job to know who people are, and you are one person of interest."

Based on her answer, he probably wouldn't be able to figure out she was the Force user he had felt, and he might assume that the president was on board. That was wrong, but Zesiro wouldn't consider telling him this so soon. One additional bit of information she did not say: his name. While she did know it, she wanted to hear it from him.

"Once I am positive you don't mean any harm to him, you will be released, and your possessions will be returned. You might want to consider repairing your ship. It somehow got damaged, and it was that way when we found you."

Since he hadn't technically been breaking the law, her engineers hadn't dug too deeply into the information on his ship, just learning who he was and who he was affiliated with. Some things changed, and she wasn't entirely sure if the information was current.

"What brought you to this side of the Galaxy?"

Charles Castex