Private Twice The Pride, Double The Fall

[Troy]

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Location: Rodia, Equator City
Tag: Braze

The markets of Equator City were more noisy than normal. A major shipment arrived recently, a massive cargo freighter that housed all manner of exotic wildlife across the galaxy. Many of them are dangerous beasts to be sold to fight in blood sports across the planet. Because of all the animals the market had felt more like a zoo full of raving auctioneers than a typical commercial district. Many of the beasts were displayed blocks of carbonite for safety. The legality of this particular event is being disregarded thanks to the ‘benevolence’ of the planet’s Grand Protector.

The woeful lack of law enforcement also allowed plenty of other illicit traders to sell their merchandise more freely and openly as well. Arms dealers, drug traffickers, info brokers, and slavers. The latter being why Troy had come to this unbearably humid world.

Currently a Rodian woman was in distress. Standing by a tree and looking up into its canopy. Above her was a stubborn feline that had managed to get itself stuck in the tree. It was a loth-cat, he paced back and fourth around the branch confidently. Almost as if mocking its owner below.

The woman stomped her foot on the ground and mouthed off some sort of native expletive before sensing something approaching her. Turning around she looked up to notice an outlander standing over her. A man with silvery pale hair and dark spectacles hiding their eyes. Troy looked down at the rodian woman and glanced up to see the smug loth-cat above. Quickly putting two and two together.

Casually Troy raised his hand up and faced his palm towards the cat. In an instant the feline was harshly yanked by an invisible tether and summoned to his grip. Letting out a loud and startled “Reow!!” Before Troy’s clawed digits scruffed it at the back of its neck. Causing the rodian woman to gasp after witnessing her pet get so harshly manhandled. It took a second for the animal to process what had just happened before it started hissing and thrashing its legs around trying to claw at Troy. The silent arkanian only handed the agitated feline back to its owner. Once the two were reunited the cat clung to her tightly and continued to let out anxious growls. All the while she held the loth-cat securely she looked up at Troy with her large, dark, pupilless eyes. Half grateful to have her pet safe and half indigent over how he solved her problem.

Troy still didn’t say a word but a slight cocky smirk formed on his lips before he began to move past her. Only then did the woman express a few shaky words of gratitude.​

 

[Braze]

Tags: Troy ​

Braze had originally come to Rodia hoping to score some special tea, meant as a gift, or maybe an apology, for a friend. It was supposed to be a simple errand. Yet, as always, the galaxy had other plans. The streets around him thrummed with lawlessness; crime blossomed in the shadows, unbothered by patrols or codes.

He could have reported it, once, back when he was still part of the New Jedi Order. But lately, the galaxy felt like it was unraveling at the seams. There wasn't much a single wayward Jedi outcast could do without stirring up more trouble than he solved.

He did wonder, briefly, if the so-called High Republic even knew what was happening within its own borders. Then again, names changed like the seasons and the scents in the wind, and somehow, it was always the same people sitting in the same old marble halls, and the same circles of power deciding who belong, and who didn't. The truth of the matter was simple enough...

The Force, doesn't care what's stamped on the letterhead.
He drew his cloak a little tighter and kept walking. The galaxy could keep its politics; he still had tea to find.

The thought passed like warm breath on a cold pane of glass, and he let it fade. There were simpler things worth chasing tonight.... Still, if the High Republic wouldn't look after its borders, maybe someone had to... even if it was just one stray knight and his conscience.

A sudden cry cut through his thoughts as a startled feline was plucked from a tree. Braze turned toward the sound, gaze narrowing as he caught sight of what the Arkanian had done. His brow furrowed, a faint frown ghosting across his features. The faint ache of disapproval swelled in his chest. He'd seen enough beings handled roughly for one lifetime.

"You know, there's a difference between helping and handling. Most people use a ladder. You've a strong hand; Though too strong for something that small."

 

[Troy]

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Location: Rodia, Equator City
Tag: Braze

Once he was addressed Troy glanced over at the short pale thing. Squinting some from behind his opaque glasses. They certainly weren’t a native to Rodia, that was for sure. “Well aren’t you quite the little critic. However you wanna describe it, it’s not a problem anymore and that’s what’s important at the end of the day.”

The Arkanian was clad in a flowing poncho draped over his shoulders. Under it a dark jumpsuit covered the rest of his body. “Now run along Little Tourist, I’m sure you’ll find a petting zoo around here somewhere with all the animals.” Troy said dismissively before turning away from the young Echani.​

 

[Braze]

Tags: Troy ​

Braze gave him an odd look, snowy white brows arching as he folded his arms across his chest. His gaze swept Troy from head to toe in slow appraisal before settling on the dark lenses that hid the man's eyes.

"For someone so sure of himself, you sound awfully desperate to prove it. I think you've gotten a little too big for your britches, youngling. Best mind your manners and temper your theatrics; the Force shouldn't be used so wantonly. Misuse it again and I'll teach you the difference between bravado and being broken; maybe then you'll learn why restraint matters."