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Returning to Lost Roots

The Works, the industrial sector within Galactic City on the planet of Coruscant. The Works took up a large portion of city, holding a large population of the city's revenue and work force within its bowels. The air held a pecuiliar stench to it, and the skies were fogged with an abudant polution created from the fossil fuels used to power the city. Yet, people still chose to inhabit it, or some were forced. Either way, people still lurked and lingered the alleys and residential district within the sector. Gangs were known for reaping citizens of their hard earned money and pledging the their unloyal protection for a certain price. Smugglers and people of the like seemed to have a certain control over the city, but that's just the way things were done. There was no putting a stop to it, they'd only slow things down for a while. It was population control, after all...

The moons glazed the sky, side-by-side with the putride that lingered between them and the surface of the planet. People filled the streets as it was near time for everyone to carry on from their work within their respective factories and head back to their "humble" abodes. Though in the midst of all the bodies that collided into one another trying to rush their way away from the metal foundations was a small Nautolan. The top his head hardly reaching the shoulder of each bystander that decided that walking in his same path was the thing to do as trying to avoid the collision would only prolong his or her trip home. Time and time again Dom'rius found himself on his rearend and searching for a way to engage his feet back into motion. It was unusual, however, normally he chose to avoid the crowds. Yet, today was different. Today he slammed directly into the opposite direction of the crowds surging his way forward as much as his frail legs could, trying to make his way to end of the residential division.

What was there, you ask? Why lost memories, lost happiness, and a lost man's hopes for surviving in this damned city. That wouldn't play out to plan, though, the man would lose his life after being captured for not paying his dues and debts and soon brought to peace. He'd lose his wife to slaverunners all over the universe, and his son would hastefully run without no remorse. Though, the boy wished his father would know that it was not his fault he was so scared, he just wished to live on. He wished to carry on his father's name. He knew that returning to that place would bring his father peace and keep him from turning over in his grave, as that's the only place Dom'rius could believe him to be. To Dom'rius he was entirely oblivious of what exactly happened to his father; his mother, it was only a simple guess based on common sense. Yet, he still felt the yearn to set things right with him whether there was an afterlife or not.

Continuing to push and shove his nimble body through the large exteriors of the factory works. He was adamant upon not bringing any sort of treasure along with him, including any credits. Fully aware of what dangers lurked in the alleys surrounding him. Yet the vast ocean of life forms continued on for what seemed like miles. Until all of a sudden the loud chatter became distant and the bodies began to fade beyond his eye's view. Now it was just him, making his way to the end of the division try to break loose ends...
 

Davik Tren

The Friendly Fiend
Davik had long been leaning inside one of the many abandoned doorways in the works of the industrial sector. He had gone to a cantina a bit earlier that night and was now simply trying to regain his senses as the reflected, artificial sunlight began to dim to an orange haze between massive smoke stacks. Davik often found himself coughing into the bit of cloth that he had draped over his neck, as the air of the industrial districts played havoc with his insides.

With every passing soul that meant to return to their hovels in this most cruel of worlds, Davik met no being with a straight gaze. Often times the people that passed payed him no mind, for most of them had a sort of desolate look from working in the great steam belching towers that covered the area. In his own sight, Davik could see multiple altercations taking place in dark alleys that were scattered here and there amongst the streams of beings. In one short corridor, a Quarren was being mugged by a group of Whipids. In yet another corner, a small time drug deal was taking place between an Aqualish and some species that the spacer was not familiar with.

After a few more moments of lurking, the crowd began to die down, and out of the masses came one who seemed very out of place. He was of very short stature, and of green complexion. It was quite obvious that the boy was a Nautolan, as his large dark eyes and his multitude of heads tails revealed this. Davik wondered what such a boy was doing, looking quite calm in his actions as he left the crowds of workers and walked down a darkening street. With little better to do, and a slight sense of curiosity, Davik followed the young Nautolan down the street. Remaining in secret was a great priority for the smuggler, even if he was caught however it was not like the Nautolan could pose much of a threat at all.

@[member="Dom'rius Novoxy"]
 
Continuing to carry on toward the place he once called home, he began to look back on memories that were somewhat dim to him. As even the happiest of times in his childhood were clouded by the tragedies that brought any future dreams to a halt. As each second threw itself into the past the crowd's chatter died as the distance between the two expanded. He kept his eyes straight knowing that eye contact with anything that didn't have to do with him would lead to unwanted attention. He knew what the thugs were capable of, and he was unarmed with nothing but the force at his side. It wasn't like he would be able to do anything with a weapon anyway, he lacked the skill to fight anything that trumped him in size.

He felt the urge to check over his shoulder, but knew he shouldn't. However, he constantly continued to have the feeling that he was being followed. His eyes the size they were he had a rather large plane of sight compared to that of a human, and was able to see into the alley ways as he passed. He'd wait for the next one that seemed vacant and make himself vulnerable, though he'd make no motions that he had a feeling that someone was behind him. Though his breathing and heart rate did seem to pick up as he made his turn into the alley. He could see two fellows standing at the end of it conversing, but their backs were turned to him and they stood a good ways away. Yet, close enough to hear any shouts that may come from the area. Dom's fingers began to figgit with one another at his sides as his stomach began to turn at the thought of someone dangerous following him. The most he'd be able to produce was a force push that would be enough to knock the predator to his rear, but hopefully he'd not have to use it.

His footsteps echoed in the alley and came to a halt after a short distance in, where he would await sounds that were equal to his own. He kept his back to the entrance of the alley way, keeping an eye on the two that stood at its end. He'd let the force be the eyes on the back of his head...

@[member="Davik Tren"]
 

Davik Tren

The Friendly Fiend
Davik had no true intention of involving himself with the young Nautolan, but he could tell the boy was nervous. He had no doubt that the being could sense his presence as Nautolans were well known for their ability to gain an advanced view of the area, greatly due to their eyesight and the sensitive attributes of their heads tails. And with all that, there was still something odd. Davik himself could not quite place the odd vibe he received from the boy as he began to walk a bit more quickly down the street, but it was something more than natural sense.

As the spacer noticed the boy's pace quicken, he immediately set his own stride to be directly behind that of the Nautolan, as this was the only way to ensure that the large bulbous eyes would not take notice of him. The fact that he was trying so hard to stay concealed surprised Davik. He was usually rather outgoing and not afraid to scare the timid away from his person, however this one's mission made him quite curious. When the Nautolan took a turn down an ally that was lit only by a few flickering neon signs, the spacer hugged the wall that formed the entrance to the ally and simply leaned his head in ever so slightly to glance at the path of the Nautolan who seemed quite hurried now.

@Dom'rius Novoxy
 
Standing still for what seemed liked about 30 seconds or so, Dom'rius figured it was just an odd feeling that he had and nothing more. However, to be sure he figured he'd just let out a few words in a calm tone, though it'd end up being broken and shaken by his nervousness. "On behalf of the Republic and the Jedi Order, I'm asking you show yourself. Tailing me, might not be a bright idea, after all." Clearly he was bluffing, as he couldn't even keep his hands from playing with the robe that draped over him. Though he didn't even realize he was doing so. He turned his head over his shoulder looking back to see nothing but the exit of the alley. He turned the rest of his body as he noticed that perhaps nobody was there after all. He began to calm himself down an bit, letting out a sigh of relief.

@[member="Davik Tren"]
 

Davik Tren

The Friendly Fiend
At the call for Davik to reveal himself, the smuggler had to place a hand over his mouth to stave off a slight fit of laughter to escape. The boy sounded like a frightened mouse droid! Although, even with the slightly shaken statement, Davik was no fool. He knew now why the boy had been able to sense him so easily, and it was not due to any racial advantage that was obvious to him. The boy was in fact a Jedi, or some form of Jedi... possibly a learner or some sort of trainee... The spacer did not concern himself much with Jedi, but he knew they weren't always too keen on good business.

After a few moments of silence had passed, Davik was satisfied to notice that the boy did not pursue his venture of calling out once more, and it was quite obvious he did not intend to. The first time the Nautolan had called out, he had nearly engaged the attention of a few Barabel thugs who had been walking by on the opposite side of the street, but they were soon on their way as they met up with a business associate, whom they promptly began to beat in the street a few blocks away. And so, Davik remained concealed, and waited for the Nautolan to return to his original path.

@Dom'rius Novoxy
 
((OMG I JUST DIED LAUGHING.))
Dom'rius shrugged off the odd feeling he had, though he knew it was influenced by the force he wasn't exactly a pro at everything force related just yet. Sensing a disturbance in it, wasn't exactly something that he knew to be exact each and every time. He continued to go out the alley the same way he came in still trying to be aware of any odd things that might be going on. Such as the several mean that were pulping a man across the street. It was sort of his duty to prevent them from doing so, but he continued walking anyway as he was unarmed and wasn't very good in combat leaving him practically defenseless.

He began to rethink the decision of coming here as he approached the end of the alley and stopped before reaching the alleys end watching as the men continued to bloody the deck with their victim. Some part of him wanted to help, but the other knew that he'd just end up another victim if he did. He sighed and looked away taking a sharp right out of the alleyway heading back to the path he was once on to the end of the district. He was rushing, not because he thought the house would leave, but because it seemed to be a certain time where things began to become a little more "alive" on the streets. Gang activities started to become more fluent and wide-spread and he was just an easy target out in these streets. So, he walked with haste, not taking a second to look back and see if anyone was following him.
 

Davik Tren

The Friendly Fiend
((What was it? :p))
As the young Nautolan exited the alley, not four yards from Davik's person, he seemed to be in much more of a hurry. With brisk but quiet pace, Davik followed in turn and kept to hugging the walls and narrow alleys that paralleled the path of the boy. The spacer found this apparent "Jedi" very curious, as he was wandering a very long way away from any sort of turbolifts or transports that he had expected the fellow to take to escape the nightmares of the lower city. No, instead he was heading to the more abandoned domiciles where the inhabitants of an old alien district had once lived, to work and often die in the vast electrical facility that had once been present.

The air in this area was not as nasty as the air by the running factories, as was to be expected. Along with the sudden drop in pollution came a sudden drop in activity, as this sector had been abandoned for nearly 5 standard years. The occasional passer-by was growing less and less frequent, and Davik nearly jumped as a small scrap mouse skittered by on a broken window sill. He had followed the boy from the crowds, to the gangs, to a ghost town and all the while the smuggler found himself increasingly intrigued with what a Nautolan would want in such a place.

@Dom'rius Novoxy
 
(("...but they were soon on their way as they met up with a business associate, whom they promptly began to beat in the street a few blocks away." Made me dieeee... Sorry I didn't respond almost forgot about this. I've been busy on another site that I'm a moderator of, so I had to put my threads on a back burner for a couple of days.))

He continued to walk for about five more minutes, keeping a keen eye out for the constant disturbance he was able to feel within the Force. His foot steps pattering upon the metallic ground beneath him. Coming to a halt, he had reached the end to his journey, though it would turn out to leak into another. He could her loud music and ruckus going on within the confines of his childhood abode. Though, the place was boarded up and sealed with different types of alloys and metals. It was obvious that someone else had decided to make his home their hideout, though they weren't very discreet about it. Taking a peek over his shoulder he continued on to do a full three sixty of the building. Though he'd end it short as he came to the realization that there had been a hole carved out in the structure toward its back quarter.

Taking a low stance he attempted to avoid making his presence known to those that resided in side, he'd have to rely on his other sense besides hearing as the music blared at a high decibel. He brought his head slightly passed the outer rim of the hole, trying to gaze inside. He was still unarmed and didn't exactly expect for the place to be invaded by thugs, but this wasn't something that he could just let go of. There were people using his past memories as a safehouse for their illegal operations. Something he had to see an end to, though as he peeked in he could feel his body quiver slightly as his nerves once again caught the better of him. Swallowing hard, he jolted to the nearest place of safety within the building, attempting to do so unheard. He found his way within his kitchen where he was overwhelmed with memories of his mother spending many hours preparing meals for him and his father everyday. He could hear her soft giggle in his head, but tried to urge the thoughts to go away. He had seemed to muster up a profuse amount of tenacity in doing this, and thinking about those things was something that was only going to make him fail.

He peeked up above the counter he hid behind trying to figure out how many hostiles there were in the vicinity. From what he could see, there were a total of three to his left and one off to the right of them. The one to the right seemed to be conducting an experiment of sorts, likely to do with drugs. Though as he brought his attention back to the ones on the left he noticed one of them looking his way. "Hey, do you see that?" Dom'rius quickly ducked below the counter again, breathing heavily. He had been spotted, but he was sure that the one that had caught a glimpse of him was high on something or another, or his reaction would have been a lot less questionable.

"Nope... I've got no clue what you're talking about. Shut up and just keep working." Another demanded and the other sighed as they continued to tap at whatever it was they were doing. Dom'rius was dumbfounded by what exactly was going on within the place he had once shared many happy memories with his family. Though, it did hold to be where he'd also see the greatest tragedy of his life: his father's death. He continued to push his thoughts to the side and walked with a low base behind the counter. The smell within the place was distinct, but unrecognizable to Dom'rius. He felt as though he should probably make a report to the Order about what had occurred here, but he just couldn't bring himself to leave just yet. He wanted to at least do some of the work himself, but just didn't know how. Finally, he scurried over behind a chair that was within the living room, this time he'd be noticed.

"Blast, Jedi!" One of them said as the other scrambled for their blasters and began to open fire upon his location. He covered his head attempting to keep low so that he wasn't hit by the shots. The blasts seized for a moment, which was likely to be them approaching his location. Though as they did so the music came to a halt and foot steps could be heard traveling down the stairs in front of him. He began to see feet and his hands began to tremble. Quickly he relinquished a hand forward, throwing a chair up the stairs at the first set of feet he saw. This was the only means of combat he held to him, not obtaining his lightsaber just yet. He'd wish for help, but he knew it to be unlikely...

@[member="Davik Tren"]
 

Davik Tren

The Friendly Fiend
Davik had stealthily followed the being for upwards of a mile now, yet he could not possibly fathom where he would go in this part of the city. The only thing that occupied this part of town anymore was small bits of gang activity, as was the case with the rest of the damn under city. As the Nautolan stopped in front of a domicile that was boarded and shut, Davik examined their final destination. The structure was not large but it had the expected amount of refuse outside from habitation, and a few blaster burns could be seen on the walls.

The spacer watched as the boy looked around the outside and soon found a small hole emitting a glowing light. The opening itself was very small and probably newly made by the inhabitants who had sealed the former entry way. As the boy entered, Davik sat and decided what he would do from this point on. He wondered what the boy was doing inside,and even considered going inside to confront him. That is when the fire started... The first blast was confusing and seemed out of place. The following rounds, however, cleared up the situation as a bright red bolt flew out of the small hole and dissipated on the wall of an alley not far away. Now was the time to act.


Davik had seen the boy go in unarmed, and so it was assumed that he was possibly just some new initiate that found himself in a firefight without his revered weapon. Davik knew that the gangs here would kill without mercy to achieve their goals and keep the upper world uninvolved. Drawing his blaster from it's own holster, the spacer crouched at the edge of the hole before peering in and nearly having his eye blasted away as two more bursts came from inside, the crashing of a piece of furniture and some grunting gave the spacer the opportunity to fire his own bolts inside the building at one of the thugs who had just fired, though his fire gave off a distinctive white hue. Davik hoped to assist the boy and only hoped he did not act like a pompous Jedi when the scuff was through...

((Understandable. The work of a mod is never done. :p ))


@[member="Dom'rius Novoxy"]
 
(( T.T You don't know the half of it... lol))

Dom'rius watched as the chair crumbled upon impact with the legs of target coming down the stairs, resulting in him tumbling down to the ground before him. Dom'rius would perform a celebratory fist pump, as the blaster shots commenced once more. Though they came from another direction than before. Looking over, he'd see a man within the carved hole, that Dom had entered into, firing his blaster at the ones that had first discovered him. He managed to take one down, to which another came down to the wounded to aid him. The blasters resonated their high pitched sounds once more within the small house as Dom once again brought his hands over his head trying to protect himself from the shots as he trembled. His eyes were closed tight, but he let them peek open for a moment in which he saw the other intruder in route to his fallen friend. Looking around for a means to incapacitate as Dom did to the other he could find nothing that would enable him to do so. However, the blaster upon the man's waist would prove to be of use if he could figure out how to function it.

With a flick of his wrist the gun leaped to Dom'rius right hand, where he failed in catching it. The blaster falling to the ground, Dom reached to catch it. In doing so, he'd press down upon the trigger sending of a flurry of blasts in the direction of the stairs. Ripping his hands away from the gun he'd here the tumbling of the body down the stairs. Scared of the the weapon he had just touched he kicked it away toward the man at the door as perhaps he'd have better use of the weapon than he. As it was nothing but dumb luck that the shots were able to connect with his intended target. There were but three left, they seized their fire. Taking cover behind a table and a couch they had flipped over right when the firing came to a halt.

"Hey, Jedi, you and your friend might want to get out of here if you know what's good for you. We don't see too kindly to intruders around here." The words made Dom'rius sigh, disappointed in how cliche their response was and how they had already made that very clear to him.

"Obviously. And just so we're straight on things, you're intruding on my home. So perhaps you and your friends might want to get out of here if you know what's good for you." Emphasizing the end a tad bit he was making easy work of keeping himself from falling into fears hand's in this situation. He wanted to protect his home and make his father proud of the child he had raised. Not as the coward he always had been, he had debts to pay for the way he ran out on his home and here he was to fulfill those payments.

@[member="Davik Tren"]
 

Davik Tren

The Friendly Fiend
Davik had little time to celebrate with the falling of the first thug, and the next which was brought down by the young Nautolan. The smuggler thought it quite odd to resort to the use of blaster, however, he had heard of it being done and saw no reason why he should disapprove. Davik kept up his own arcs of fire until the thugs themselves ceased their own fire and began to shout lines at the young boy. Davik rolled his eyes with disdain for the petty conversation that had interrupted this good scuff, and promptly yelled into the domicile himself to try and send off the criminals.

"You better be on your way, unless you boys want trouble with the Republic! We've already called this in!"

Davik of course had no way of knowing if the event had ACTUALLY been called in, however, he hoped if it had not that the boy would have the sense to keep his mouth shut or reinforce the lie. He was jedi after all, and he heard they had some grasp of wisdom.

@[member="Dom'rius Novoxy"]
 

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