The Impossible Guy

[Onrai]

He had waited at the spaceport. He knew she would be coming soon and didn't want to miss her. HK was back in the shuttle, leaving him alone in his armor, the sword back in its scabbard.

He was struggling, the dark and light sides of his body struggling for control, especially of his feelings towards Serana. The true Vitor, the one who had control right now, wanted to be kind to her, treat her nicely and take things at whatever pace she gave him. The spirit that had controlled him, though, had far more sinister and lustful plans for the gorgeous redhead. It wanted to, like the many others it had controlled before, break her, make her nothing more than a subservient puppet to his will.

But that wouldn't happen any time soon.

And thus, he waited patiently for her. He knew she would find him. She considered him a Jedi after all. For all he knew, she would try to kill him. And thus, he focused on poring over his memories, trying to access something that was lost and keeping himself occupied until the huntress arrived.

 

[Serana Onyx]

Serana was on her way to her Veratus-class Imperial Shuttle. She was getting ready to leave Coruscant and head to Mandalore, a place where a bounty hunter could easily get a job as well as good pay.

As she walked through the crowds she felt someone was watching. She didn't know who or from where they were but she could feel them. She ignored it and continued to her ship, hoping to avoid any trouble.

 

[Onrai]

He saw the shuttle she was going to leave on and hurredly walked over to it, intending to intercept her before she boarded its ramp and left Coruscant, maybe forever. It was something he didn't want to regret, missing an opportunity to have a true, uninterrupted conversation with this intriguing woman.

Claim her... Do as you wish with her...

No... I refuse to let you make my body do such a thing to her. She may be dangerous, but I refuse to treat her disrespectfully!

We shall see...

And with that, he would wait for her to arrive. Whether he was Sith, Jedi, or even something totally different, he would have this conversation with her, possibly the last, hopefully the first of many.

 

[Serana Onyx]

Serana was almost to her ship. She was glad to finally get off the planet. Of all the worlds The Galactic City was the most hated.

 

[Onrai]

She was finally there. He couldn't help but smile at her as she came into view.

I wondered when you were gonna show up here... A slight chuckle came to his voice. Did I say my name a bit too fast five times for you to pick up? Another terribly cheesy joke, but he couldn't resist cracking it.

 

[Serana Onyx]

Serana sighed. She couldn't believe he followed her here. "So I have a stalker now. Great. This is why I hate Coruscant"

Serana brushed passed him as she walked up the ramp and into the ship. She stopped at the top and sighed. "What do you want?" Serana had to know why he followed her. "If it is someone to love then you got the wrong girl. I already have someone in mind. Don't take this the wrong way but you aren't him." Serana had to be honest. She had fallen in love with another man.

In face it was the same time she met this Jedi. She had to let him know at least. "So why are you here?"

 

[Onrai]

You intrigue me. He really didn't have much else to say. There's just something about you that peaks my curiosity. I don't know what it is, can't place my finger on it, but for some reason, I find you to be quite interesting.

She fell for that Assault Trooper, you imbecile! You destroyed your only chance at ever getting a relationship with her! How pathetic!

He twitched a bit, a side effect of his mind forcing the Sith spirit back until the liquid that was his consciousness. I need someone. Not a lover. Not a girlfriend. Just someone who can help keep me sane. He remembered that she had called him a Jedi when he was in the cantina. I can't describe to you what I exactly am... I was a Jedi, once, just as I was Sith, but I can't remember. But when I saw you... some of it came back.

 

[Serana Onyx]

@[member="Vitor Imperiuse"]

Serana sighed, but she took in the thought.

To have a travel companion who would act as a personal slave. That would be better then a droid. Can't break down. Well, unless she wanted him to.

She looked up at him. "Alright but listen up. You don't tell me what to do. You don't tell me what is morally right or wrong. You don't disagree with me. And I always win the argument." Serana turned and started walking into the ship. "Get your gear. You have one hour," Serana yelled back at him as she left his sight.

 

[Onrai]

Now where did you get the idea of slavery from? The thought would enter her mind as she returned to her shuttle.

Vitor himself was hurredly gathering everything he could from his shuttle. The clothes, the blaster pistols, HK... he was collecting all of it and transferring it to her own craft. before he sold the vessel to the shipyard dealer, he made one last thing: a pair of forged identicards for himself and Serana, just in case she was fine with going to the diplomatic formal event. Collecting his credits from the sale, a small fortune, he walked up the ramp and found a place to make himself at home. He hoped she would come and talk to him soon after her next set of hyperspace coordinates were set.

 

[Serana Onyx]

Serana was quiet during the departure and she was quiet while punching in the coordinates for Mandalore.

As the ship went into light-speed, Serana stood from her seat and walked over to @[member="Vitor Imperiuse"], who was sitting there in the cockpit with her. "Alright. Your room is the one straight down the hall. It is small but it will do." Serana began to pace, showing that she was serious and held a tight ship. "You won't go into any other rooms besides your room and the cockpit. You will not speak to me unless I ask you to. You will not do anything without first consulting me. And most of all you will not be allowed to contact anyone. I don't want my ship tracked."

 

[Onrai]

As you wish. He slyly spoke into her mind. You never said anything about this, and it's too late to add an addendum, after all... Besides, I am your traveling companion. Not your slave.

With that, he headed to his room, which he began to furnish with the equipment from his ship.

It's unfortunate... I didn't get a chance to use these identicards.

 

[Serana Onyx]

Serana shook her head. "This is gonna be a long trip."

Serana wouldn't admit it, and she wouldn't think it either, but having a travel a companion was comforting. She always traveled alone. It would be nice to have someone else with her.

Not only that but she was always board during the long trips. It would be a good day before they reached Mandalorian space. A long day in space. In the void. She would really need someone with her to make it.

 

[Onrai]

Vitor could sense @Serana Willams and her loneliness. It seemed to leak from her like water through a sieve, disconcerting him a great deal as he properly placed every single one of his furnishings.

Finished being obsessively compulsive in his arrangement habits, he returned to the cockpit, taking a seat and smiling at the bounty huntress. There was something he needed to get off his chest.

You're lonely...

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Vitor Imperiuse"] @[member="Serana Williams"]
HK kept silent as he was led to the ship and left alone in Vitor's room. He was careful of the new place, not entirely sure what to make of it. He just made sure he had all of his belongings, his weapons and what he considered his "disguises". He took his training lightsaber in his hand, lighting it, he watched the white blade, the droid wasn't sure for what reason he had it, or who gave it to him, but the hilt felt simmilar in his hand. It was light, simple, but it was something that he treasured because he was sure it had something to do with his purpose. He switched the blade off, leaving other weapons in the cabin, putting on only his dirty tattered tunic and robes, covering the rusty and decaying metal body with them, and also hiding his lightsaber among them. He took a stroll through the ship, looking for anything that might catch his interest, like an armory or a storage room, he had no interest in Serana's private quarters. Should he come upon the cockpit, he knocked on the side of metal door that would open, alerting the two of his presence.
"What's our next des-des-des-des-destinaton?" the droid stuttered out

 

[Serana Onyx]

Serana turned to the droid. Yes, the same droid she wanted to sell and make thousands of credits off of. It was on her ship now. She thought he was going to be much better then Vitor. Simply because Vitor was human. HK was a droid and was programmed to follow orders. "Mandalore. ETA is thirty two hours."

She turned back to her console when she heard a voice. Vitor was in her head again. She sighed. "Being lonely is a weakness. Something I don't have."

 

[HK-36]

HK nodded
"Indeed? Splendid, just the place I needed to visit."
HK snapped his fingers at Vitor, trying to get his attention.
"Vitor, how much credits do you have? I need to borrow some to buy up-up-upgrades."
HK said with his skipping record stutter.

 

[Serana Onyx]

Serana turned to HK and pointed to a small locker against the back wall of the cockpit. "There are some creds in there. Take as much as you need." Serana would like having a droid around.

 

[Onrai]

He sighed. She didn't understand it... Serana, it's okay to admit it. Admitting you have a weakness only makes you stronger. Your strengths exist to countermand such weakness. Besides, you have me. I consider myself, if not a friend, then a companion, one who can help you lose that key weakness.

He merely smiled at @[member="Serana Williams"], keeping his eyes focused(but not staring) on her face. I have no idea what happened to make me lose my memory, but I know this. The Jedi know how to heal weaknesses. The Sith know how to strengthen strengths. I was both, and thus, I truly understand your feelings.

He grew a tad uncomfortable. She was reminding him of his last companion, an Anzati Padawan who had fallen to the Dark Side. To clear his thoughts, he briefly turned to @[member="HK-36"].

HK, get the best upgrades you can. With the money I made from the shuttle's sale, you should be able to get a nice overhaul.

 

[HK-36]

HK nodded and went to the back wall, opening the locker and taking what he estimated would cover getting new weapons, robes as a "disguise" and a real Mandalorian armor at weaponsmith in the city, build to his specifications, it will have to do until he can get somebody he trusts to repair his memory core and build him a new body. As much as he enjoyed having Vitor around, he did not trust him yet.
"Who is your Jedi teacher, Vitor?"
The droid said as he hid the credits in his robes.

 

[Serana Onyx]

Serana was getting slightly irritated. She didn't liked admitting to weakness. She was a bounty hunter working with the most sinister beings in the galaxy. Admitting a weakness would get her killed and drop her lower in the Empire.

Serana needed the Empire. Being exiled would get her killed. That's why she didn't want to leave. "I don't need to admit anything. And listen up..." Serana suddenly felt bad for him. This man followed her. It was obvious he had fallen in love. Who could blame him? Besides that, she felt bad that she was giving him a hard time. "I love someone else. I'm... I'm sorry."

Serana took her mind away and turned to HK. "There are also some spare parts in the garbage room. You can scavenge in there too."