Private Underworld conundrums

[Tyrus Vastor]

╔════════════════════════════════════════╗ ║ █ INCOMING TRANSMISSION █ ║ ╠════════════════════════════════════════╣ ║ ║ ║ FROM: LOR PELEK ║ ║ TO: Damien Dooku ║ ║ STATUS: ENCRYPTED - 110010010001 ║ ║ ║ ╠════════════════════════════════════════╣ ║ █ BEGIN MESSAGE █ ║ ║
"Sometimes people need reminding of things, so it time for a story." He began in basic but dropped the language and spoke in his native tongue. Korunnai. "Share with you I must. Not long ago, no, maybe two years, young man walk into enclave mine. Sith holocron he bring. Rough he was, street-wise too. His way get he. His way always. Dôshalo of mine ask I train him. Teach him. So I did and dôshallai became us. Or begin to, at least. Then… nothing. Gone he was. Vanished. Guess you can, who that young man be? Look at him now I do."

The holo-message shifts angles to reveal a bounty on the holo-net for a Damien Dooku. " A wanted man. Marked by Black Sun. Chit." He whistled and shook his head. A faint smile hinted on his lips, but it was restrained. Tyrus was impressed, but now was not the time to encourage. He let out a sigh. He had so many questions for Damien and would be damned to see a pupil of his use what he taught them for the wrong reasons. Whatever Damien did to earn a mark on his life was on Damien's consciousness. And whoever he hurt earning that mark, That would be on Tyrus's conscious.

" Many question I have for you, Damien. But teach you I did, not for this. Mark earned you. Why? On your spirit that lay. Hurt others you? On my spirit that pain now is. Talk now we! Lor Pelek out!"
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The large korun ended the message and let his eyes glance out of the viewport of Naboo's public transport. Ascending higher and higher away from the city of Moenia, The grassy marshlands and plains below were teeming with life and that life rested heavy apon him in that moment. His thoughts churned over the past two years that had passed. The hapan crisis. His own discission to leave the jedi order and the galactic alliance behind. The Sith Order reigning over his homeworld Haruun Kal and finally the fall of the Core. The return of the Dark Empire, now dubbed the Galactic Empire. It was all so much to go through and now there was a new addition.

Damien. After two years. Had reappeared, just not the way Tyrus would of expected.

" Attention passengers. We will arrive in Theed within 30 minutes." A stewardess called aloud over the comms.

 

[Damien Dooku]

THE LIGHT IN THE DARK

Lor Pelek.

A pseudonym. A name that he recognized, yet found illegitimate all the same. The man behind the name had once took it upon himself to let Damien into his sphere. He taught the fledgling force sensitive where others had failed, bestowing upon him the foundation of understanding the force that was lost all those years ago. He thought that his visions would come true back then. That...someone was die, who he cared for deeply, and his inaction would be the catalyst for it all. But when his visions proved false, Damien was both relieved and left on edge at the possibility that maybe it was late, and not just wrong altogether.

Nothing happened, of course. Time went on, and Damien disappeared into the ether once more, his presence being felt across the Rim but never back on Coruscant for going on two whole years. He'd put those times behind him, his attention and focus being centered around the vendetta with a certain Vigo that had him branded a criminal on his home in the first place. It had took him two whole freakin' years to get to the point where his freedom was back on the table, and Damien took his shot and never looked back.

Things changed for the better, though the number of people who were actively interested in the bounty on his head would only grow larger. So far his crew had managed to hold them at bay, but the gang of scoundrels who inhabited the On the Mauve du Vain remained vigilant no matter where they went.

The meeting with his former mentor would bring him to Theed of all places, but not by the way of the ship in question. A shuttle from a nearby sector would bring him on world in the most discreet way possible. Most of the hunters that were after his head or ship were unsurprisingly focused on finding the ship, after all. You find the ship, you find the bounties within as a bonus, or so the logic went when taking the contracts in mind. That made it rather easy to get around unnoticed if you relied on civilian modes of transportation.

Most of the time, anyway.

Damien waited for Tyrus in the heart of Theed's growing center of commerce, on the peak of an unfinished skyscraper that was no more than a skeleton without its shell. He perched near the edge of the roof, knelt down on the tips of his feet with hooded eyes lost in the ambience of the city. No matter where he went, big cities seemed to always have the same vibe. Didn't matter if it was Coronet, New Carannia or Nar Shadaa. There was a beauty to them at night that almost made them feel like an entirely new entity from what they were during the day. Theed was no different, of course. Blood and Grime existed here as well, caked within the crevices of a world that otherwise glittered with gold. He could only wonder if eventually this world would become a viper's pet in its own right, or if the corruption of Black Sun could be resisted and cast out.

Only time would tell.

Tyrus Vastor

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