Sometimes, I get ahead of myself...

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Somewhere on Taris​

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He hadn't been intending for things to start out this way really. But in the end, you went in the direction the Force pulled you. And he was definitely feeling a pull to wander again. Corellia wouldn't fall apart entirely without him there every second. The Galactic Alliance hardly needed folks like him, as he didn't really fit their mold and image. So he had begun to seek out those who, for one reason or the other, caught his eye when it came to dueling and fighting and general combat bad-assery. Skills in martial arts were definitely growing, and he was beginning to see the value in moving beyond the swarm of droids and equals.

Your true test as a combatant wasn't when it was easy and you know you could win. It was when the cards were stacked against you in every way and you were down out out, the long shot expected to loose. So he had begun to seek out the big names in the Galaxy, so to speak. Those whose names echoed in fame or infamy, to square against them and see just where he measured up to their legends and abilities. Light.. Dark.. It didn't matter to him, so long as they could provide challenge to him.

So he had sent out word to one such name, more a whisper he had heard a bit of from some of his friends from Mandalorian space. The name of one [member="Fabula Caromed"], a fellow Force user of a dark bent than he who undoubtedly could match almost any other titan of the battlefield. He had never faced a Mandalorian AND a Force User in one foe, so the challenge would prove interesting if nothing else. Something in him told him this would be less like the fight with [member="Keira Ticon"]...

Something about it, as he whipped over the surface of the planet on his Silk 6, spoke of danger. There was for sure going to be a longer recover time following this fight, for one thing. There was also not apt to be any of the other odd bits about the fight that his and Keira's had held. Something different awaited him here, and he was anxious to find what it was and resolve the feeling. Rise to the occasion or be cast down and recover to become a better warrior for the next challenge. There was nothing less he would accept, after all.

 

[Fabula Caromed]

The Caromed estate, like many Mandalorian clan holdings, was one part fortress-city and one part high-income housing. The clan itself footed the bill for much of their ease of living, in exchange for taxes from members (and higher taxes from non-members). A sizable wall cordoned it off from the rest of the massive cityscape of Taris, and the only security forces found inside were rare Taris police. Mandalorians, after all, didn't need private guards. No sane person would try to rob from a war-cultist.

The main house had belonged to Lynn's parents. Currently, it was being used as Lynn's office, since she didn't seem to believe she had earned the right to live there. Fabula didn't mind living in Lynn's own smaller house. There terraformed greenery was prettier there, and the garden had a lovely stream and pond that she could meditate by if she was ever troubled or confused. It also seemed to do Fable some good when she was feeling down. Minor side effect: it was a lovely place to take a stroll while her pie was baking.

Fabula might have been housewifing herself pretty hard recently, but she was still a warrior, and more recently a Mandalorian. She'd never dream of walking outside without her lightsaber and Lotek'k jacket, if for no other reason than "occasionally Fable came home and brought a horde of crazed chimpanzees who'd tasted the blood of man." That girl was a veritable nexus of random violence. Fabula loved having her around, but at the same time it was nice to have some quiet time to herself.

Master though she was, Fabula's Force senses were quite dull when dealing with anything but her immediate future and surroundings. It took her a very long time to notice that there was a powerful Force user on the planet, looking for her...and even then, she changed nothing about her routine. There was a lovely little flower garden here. She'd have to invite Miss Aleidis to come see it sometime.
[member="Julius Sedaire"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

This was the place, or so he'd reasoned as he stopped his speeder bike in a slow cant up in front of the veritable keep. A leg swathed in armor swung out over the bike as he hopped down, crunching to the ground with a grit and grind, cloak fluttering just ever so slightly in the motion, raising his eyes up as he pushed the hood down to pool about his shoulders. The face that gazed up at the walls was different than it was on Roche. Different than it had been on Corellia, or Eriadu. There was a tightness behind the eyes, a regret in them of something. Whatever it was, the man gave the very distinct impression of a knife in flight. Directionless except for the initial aim and throw, at mercy of the wind and world. Seeking purpose in an end, perhaps?

The only solution was to walk up to what one assumed was the main gate in the rather stout wall and thud armored fist on it with a resounding knock. There was less of a smile about his lips than usual, more a grim determination and commitment to his quest. To find what lay at his core, he was reverting back to the only thing that had truly ever been a constant in his life, the hurly burly of war and conflict. If he was now seeking out an opponent, the training room in the Turhaya or the ring at the Academy on Socorro were filled with frentic motion and chaos, as he sought to either dig up or bury (depending on your view) whatever truth lay at his center of being.

"Oi... Open up if you will... I've came to see the Lady of the House about a dancing lesson, if age hasn't made her infirm past the point of a quick waltz..."

There were, at least, certain habits that died hard.

[member="Fabula Caromed"]

 

[Fabula Caromed]

The secondary wall separating Lynn's estate from the general Caromed sector was much less robust than the exterior wall, and manned by droids. Why spare actual manpower when only a complete fool would attempt to waltz in with more than what he could carry? Still, the fun thing about droids is that they can instantly transmit relative data. Lynn was busy with administrative work for hundreds and hundreds of her kin, so naturally it was sent to the second-most terrifying individual on the planet.

Fabula's datapad chirped, sending her live video and audio feed with the handy little notation "visitor at front gate, abrasive demeanor, presumed hostile intent." All of that information changed not a single thing that Fabula did. She stood from her little flower garden and strolled calmly up to front gate with its small walls and droid guards, tapped the door control terminal from the outside, and offered a quiet, warm smile to the man outside.

"Welcome to the estate of Lynn Caromed," she greeted in her mousy voice, holding a hand towards the grounds inside. "The woman of the house is busy at the moment, but please come in. I'm happy to entertain guests until she's available." No matter how veiny her face or how golden her eyes, Fabula would never allow herself to be inhospitable.
[member="Julius Sedaire"]