Faction [THP] Inception

[Kain Aldore]

Tag: Gavin Restur | Open

Kain had been on the verge of going back to the med bay on his ship and taking a long nap. That's when he saw a figure coming his way, he looked up as the man came closer. Even injured, Kain forced his open palm into the air greeting Gavin. "Hey, I'm Kain." He rasped beneath his burnt vocal chords. He'd wondered if his throat would ever heal. The thought of drinking bacta crossed his mind briefly while he'd been in the infirmary. A thought he quickly realized was more of an impulse, and stuck to not putting the sludge into his digestive system. So instead he sounded like an old moisture farmer that smoked a pack a day. A large departure from his usually smooth tone.

Yeah he did offer to teach, however much like the thought of drinking bacta, had he actually considered what teaching might entail? No, no he hadn't. Didn't mean he couldn't. "I'd say you if you've caught em', ya already understand the game better than most." Though for Kain there was a difference between smugglers who got caught, and those who knew better. He was the latter.

This was fresh for him. He got to share what he enjoyed. Smuggling for him wasn't just a means to make scratch, and he had a code. No slaves, no disruptor weapons, and no spice. It was probably what kept him away from the authorities for so long

"Uhm. I guess the first thing?" He leaned forwards squinting with the movement "Confidence is key. Though something tells me that wont be a problem for ya." It was just a feeling Kain had. How Gavin had approached him, how he stood, how he dressed. His own admittance towards where he stood on the moral of it, or maybe less morals and more the money to be made from bringing them in. Regardless Kain assumed confidence wouldn't be an issue. "Then maybe just for the moment pick one thing you plan to smuggle. People, weapons, information- whatever. Start with one, having a focus makes it easier to learn." He watched Gavin Restur to check in and see if he was absorbing the info.

"So pick something... it doesn't have to be permanent. But humor me. Give me an example."

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

The Colossus of Shadows continued to cast its gigantic shadow over those present, everyone seemingly lost in their interpersonal hangups.

Already, 'Morris' saw weaknesses forming. Their heads not on the task, wanting to comfort each other more than discuss a rational plan of action.

One, Ran Serys ran off crying at the speech Valery Noble gave and it was all 'Morris' could do not to sneer under his mask. She could cry after it was over. Did these people want to win or just feel good?

A little voice in the back of his head he had heard

What is WITH these people?! he thought. What the hell did they think this was, a fethin' sleepover at a summer camp?!

"Getting that sinking feeling yet, Morris?" The Master of Forging asked quietly. "We might as well not have come."

'Morris', however, wasn't about to give up just yet. He had come too far, and defeating the Sith Lords was too important.

"Master Noble..." Morris trailed, addressing Valery Noble directly.

"I'm prepared to do everything in my power to support the hidden path. But I must know how hard you are willing to fight the Sith. I'm not asking you to be willing to violate the Jedi Code. That would be wrong. But these rebellions can get extremely nasty in order to win regardless of good intentions..."