What Lurks Beyond The Veil

[Kyrel Ren]

Wild Space, The Unknown Regions far from the reaches of any government. As it was now. Long ago Sieger Ren, the Supreme Leader of the now fallen First Order. He had once created an Empire, a successor to what Palpatine had envisioned centuries earlier. Now it had been years since it fell. Standing aboard the bridge of the FIV Aggressor. One of the last of the Resurgent Class Star Destroyers to escape the blitz by the SsI-Ruuk. Kyrel Ren, Master of the Knights of Ren, the Last of the Ren was joined into a compelling nature. A nature of which he had wanted to act upon for many years, to discover what the Empire had planned for what was beyond the veil of the stars. If Sieger also discovered these same secrets, and if they could be used to bring about a new Imperial Power. First Order was the first to fall, then came the Core Imperial Confederation. Leaving the Sith Empire as the sole rulers of the Imperial Bloc. As Kyrel stared out into the emptiness of space with only the illumination of distant stars and passing asteroids. He thought of his early days within the First Order. How the Sith fell shortly after the destruction of the Omega Superweapon. How in the glory days the Knights of Ren served as the ones to emerge from the fracturing of the Sith, and now he stood a slow crumbling relic of a golden age. Part of a legacy that dared to rival the Age of the Empire.


"Ren?" Admiral Cain approached Kyrel, while he was covered from head to toe in armor, a blood red armor weave cloak/cape adorned around his back, Cain was dressed in the standard of First Imperial black uniform with a coat and gloves. She was of middle age, her pale face had grown tired and weary from hiding for two years. Her once vibrant red hair had started to grey and thin from the anxieties and stress encountered while hiding on Mustafar. "What is it Admiral? Have we found our next destination... First Pillio and then Jakku. We seem to be following what Emperor Palpatine had laid out centuries ago." He had said with triumph in his voice, a new found purpose that Cain had not noticed before even in the past two years of solitude on a living hell of a world. She did not care for mysticism of the Force of course. The High Command nor the Moff council never cared for the likes of the Ren. They thought the Ren were nothing more then spoiled servants of the Supreme Leader taking what they want. She had only answered to him in hopes of living longer, and helping her own sanity by maintaining a sense of routine. Every First Imperial desired that and thus the Crimson Hand was created in order to follow what the Ren commanded. Her tone remained cold, while showing some measure of respect for the Force Wielder. By no means did she like him, or even cared to. Perhaps feeling a sense of pity no less.


"We seemed to have encountered a Sith Patrol scouting this known region.. Orders on how to proceed?" She asked inquisitively. Showing a few small Sith Imperial Corvettes coming into view. Kyrel remained emotionless behind that of his mask, watching as how they slowly came into view of the massive destroyer. He thought for a moment that despite being on good terms with Lord Carnifex himself. He despised the Sith.. Where they are out of sight from the nearest civilized system, and far from the Sith's jurisdiction. Kyrel thought and sought the unthinkable, his next words shocked that of the Admiral herself as he spoke in a ruthless tone. "Destroy them... They will know better then to go beyond their borders." Cain was stunned, shocked even. While she herself had no love for the Sith. For Kyrel to kill them so cruely and without reason was unlike him. Perhaps the years of isolation had altered his mind to slip ever closely to madness. "As you wish." She bowed her head slightly in respect to his wishes.

Walking across the bridge floor, she looked down to see one of the gunners. Who spoke to her. "Sir.. Turbolasers are ready and in position." He said. With Cain giving one last fleeting look at the ships, she spoke to him in a firm tone. "Open fire!" She said, and without hesitation, several bolts of green turbolaser blasts came from the gun emplacements on the Destroyer. With the blasts hitting the corvettes, one by one they erupted into balls of fire. Even one barely trying to escape before all being blasted into oblivion. It was only minutes before the deed was done, and all the while everyone had remained silent.

Kyrel could hear the voice inside his head, calling his name beckoning him to go closer. Closer to the depths of what lied beyond the veil of stars. It was powerful in the dark side. Looking at Cain as soon as the job was done, he spoke as if he saw or heard a ghost for that matter. "Move deeper into the Regions Admiral... Go as far as you can in the next jump to hyperspace. I feel our purpose lies beyond." He said, the Admiral did not respond only giving orders for the Star Destroyer to jump to hyperspace, and then it wasn't before long for the search to continue, and for the war machine to disappear into the blue wormhole of hyperspace. Prepared to search for what was beyond.

 

[Mlow Eman'outther]

Days Later,
Concordia
The Half-Krayt Tavern
Theme? When The Night is Over

It was nearly the only joint on the entire planet that would serve a Sith-Imperial, not to mention one that seemed to be tripping over himself as he attempted to slur inside of the doorway to the pub. However, his credits were good, his mannerism calmed, if a bit subdued for the moment. There was a weight that seemed to hang around the Kudon as he made his way to the front of the bar, trying to recall what was Mandalorian for 'something that will floor me'. Leave was one of the few things that the Legionary was far from accustomed to, he was used to being shipped along the front, his idea of rest being sitting back in a transport vessel, tossing jokes back like a game, jostling one another for this or that, minor things that never would add up to being anything too major. You hardly had time to make friends, and the Holonet was one of the many things that was surveyed heavily, restricted to even Military Personal. The friends you made during training, during the rough days of boot, when a Sith-taskmaster would bark out commands, when live-fire drills accepted the idea of casualties, those were the men and women you never forgot. Odds are, you never would see them again after your training, with the long arms of the Sith Empire needing specialist in every location it could manage, keeping in contact was difficult, but possible.

They were some of the bravest men he had come to know, some of the truest laughs, some of the kindest smiles, true comradely, a group that could have met at a place like this, in another life, to share a drink and pass around war-stories, show off scars, those visible and those not, as if the marks of imperialism were something to be proud of.

Now, Mlow sat back in a lone section of the bar, the dulled multi-color lights blaring his mind, burning his retinas and making him keep his sight down, focus on the drink, focus on the drink. It was some brightly shaded pink substance, reminded him of a Zeltron. Similar to the one who ran the rifle-drills back at camp. What was it his Officer said it was? Turbolaser score marks? That didn't add up, it didn't fit the Jedi, the Mandalorians were shattered and breaking, there wasn't a soul he could blame this on. He was angry, however, another emotion tremored through him and into his grip. The glass shaking slightly, his vision not quite willing to settle on a single detail that he could pick out, what was it? Why, there was a knot forming in his stomach, a ache, his heart almost swore it skipped some beats. It was fear, not the fear he encountered during battle, not the fear of if a blaster mark would find home today, but a more subdued fear. He was alone now, the Empire was all he had, contact with his family, at least until his service ended, was out of the question.

Was this all the thanks he got? A 'go drink it off' by his commander and a pat on the back? That wouldn't bring Prezov back, that wouldn't bring Trakmar back, none of them.

The Kudon, bringing the glass to his lips, letting the burning-taste slip to his mind. May they be with the Force, wherever it took us after the end, after oblivion.

"To the Legion..."

He mused to himself, attempting to block out the chatter of those around him.

 

[Maani]

Location: The Half-Krayt Tavern, Concordia
Immediate Vicinity: [member="Mlow Eman'outther"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Equipment: N/A​

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Sith space was… interesting.

When she came here, she didn’t quite know what to expect. Any entity that exerted absolute control over anything was one that Maani approached with a not insignificant degree of caution and even disdain. In the Outer Rim, Maani knew only freedom. Though in her youth, this mostly meant freedom to steal, her older self used the freedom to do whatever she wanted. Hunt a criminal, deliver a bounty, make the world a better place without having to be loyal to anyone or anything. Loyalty did not befit one such as Maani, who valued her freedom and operated mostly on emotion. She wasn’t a person who would be able to ignore her own beliefs in the face of anything, let alone some higher ups that didn’t bleed and struggle with her.

How someone could willingly serve such a nation so loyally was beyond her.

Still, she had to admit they did maintain order and keep everyone in check. That was more than what could be said for any place in the Outer Rim. Despite the existence of the ORC, it was still a wild, untamed place littered with the lowest of the low. However, she would take that over… this. Maybe she was biased, but she felt Sith space was… oppressive. Even being there sort of suffocated her, like she couldn’t do anything without being watched. Holonet was restricted, much to her annoyance, but she could always go to the dark net in search of jobs. This, of course, was the only reason she was here.

Fortunately, the job had gone well. Capture a kidnapper and get the contractor’s daughter to safety. She was now in this tavern to celebrate, and it was already a lot better than anywhere else she’d been to. Seemed that no matter where she was in space, people in a bar just wanted to drink and have fun. Or forget, unfortunately.

She strode confidently towards the bar, dressed in her usual crop top and shorts, which drew more than a few looks from the bargoer. Most seemed focused on her assets. The sable-skinned girl sat at the bar, next to Mlow, opening her mouth to get an order–

SLAM!!

Suddenly, a man made his presence known to her, glaring at her so hard he might as well have poked two holes in her head. The young lady jumped a bit, but was otherwise unphased as she looked up to the perpetrator. She put on a nonchalant grin as she opened her mouth, but the man didn’t even let her begin.

“That was my job, you queen.” He stated, in a mostly even tone, despite the slight tremble of anger in his voice. The lady rolled her eyes, “Not my fault the client decided he’d rather have someone who doesn’t think with his blaster.” She shot back at him. Clearly, an altercation between two bounty hunters.

“I couldn't care less; you shouldn’t have stepped on my toes.” The man got up in her face… but then backed down, seeming no less angry, “I promise you, Maani, this’ll be the last time you steal my job.”

“Now, why would I let that happen?” The girl called Maani told him, a subtle shift in her tone to one distinctly more threatening. The angered bounty hunter took note of this, pausing in the expectancy of an attack.

Now Playing: The Hand

Suddenly, she reached back, grabbing Mlow’s drink off him! The other bounty hunter pre-emptively ducked, expecting her to strike his head with the glass. Though a smart move, Maani was smarter. Instead of doing the predictable thing, she would throw the contents of the glass hit her assailant in the eyes, taking him completely by surprise. The man hissed in pain as he rubbed his eyes, how strong was that drink!?

He didn’t have any more time to think. Quick as quick could be, Maani jabbed him in the throat, punched him in the liver, and kneed him in the crotch. Three decisive strikes; it didn’t matter how strong you were, any person would go down after such an assault. And go down, he did. The larger man grunted with pain as he attempted to pick himself up, but Maani’s presence made him decide it was better not to risk more pain.

Now Playing: The Stardust Man Appears

“Y’know, you’re lucky I’m not any other bounty hunter out there. Now get out.” The lady’s tone had shifted from carefree to threatening and low, and her rival took the advice, stumbling out of the tavern before he was beaten further. The bargoers stared, silent as they watched the whole thing unfold… then turned back to their drinks. Seemed no furniture was being broken.

With a sigh, she turned to Mlow, a small smile on her face, “Sorry I stole your drink, friend. The next one’s on me.” She offered him, before extending her hand for him to shake, “Name’s Maani. Bounty hunter, as you may have gathered.”

 

[Kamyrin Gyvolis]

Post 1
Location: Concordia
Equipment: Rin's Lightsaber, Blackout Baton, Terminus Shiv
Wearing: Link
Tags: [member=Maani], [member=Mlow Eman'outther], [member=Kyrel Ren]

Kam was slowly making her way back to the space port, perfectly happy to get of this rock. She disliked most governments that sought to expand their dominion upon other worlds and those that took after the empire of old were the worst. At the very least in her eyes, some she could deal with but most just restricted the freedom to explore. It had been one of the reasons she had thrown her lot in with the Agents of Chaos, which of course was her reason for having to visit this world. Higher had decided it was a good idea now well many who stood under the Mandalorian were still present, it be best to use the new found resentment to gain some spies in this stretch of the galaxy. It was always a experience talking with and developing a new cell of agents on a world, but a tiring one at that. Prior to this she had all ready visited two other worlds and done the very same thing, ensuring to spread the net far, or at least that what the highest in the Agents had ordered.

Taking a moment to stop and stretch, she was close to the port and so she'd be able to take a moment and sleep on public transport. Could not run around in Sith space with one of their own ships, would raise far to many flags for her pleasure. Well at least it meant she could relax for a week or so before arriving at a pick up site and returning to HQ, were a great deal of paper work probably awaited her. Nyree was still 16 and well she had a great mind for business, their was a good chance the girl was looking at new dresses instead of handling the divisions work. The very thought made her sigh in annoyance, she really hoped something happened during this trip to keep her away, she disliked the paperwork as much as any other.

Finally walking into the port, she checked in with reception, but instead of receiving her ticket, she was informed that a package had arrived with her name on it. Who in the Abyss...crap....more orders most likely, why was it always her. Walking to a private location she unraveled the package to find a data pad, the writing on it spoke about how much her mother missed and blah blah blah, she connected her cypher to it. The data pads text reorganized itself giving the information she needed, the agents would have to be stupid to send anything that was not coded. But the fact someone wanted to make it about her mother loving her...someone had a sick sense of humor which she would later pursue. But she let the idea drift to the back of her mind as she looked at the data pad's content, slowly reading it over, more than once.

Agent Rin, we've gained information of a Sith-Imperial patrol that was eliminated recently.
Due to you being the only high ranking agent present in the area this information and mission has been passed to you.
Those responsible are unknown, well one might suspect Mandilorians or Jedi we fear otherwise.
The patrol had been far too close to unknown space, we had been trailing them for awhile.
Reports state the group tasked with tracking them found the ships destroyed shortly after their attacker disappeared.
But from the trace sensor data the ship was too large to be pirates and it seemed to have exited deeper into unknown space.
To ensure the Sith did not venture deeper we cleaned the trailer before disappearing.
We are looking into the vessel on our end, but we need a Agent to dig around in the Sith space and figure out who might have caused it.
Your orders are simple, gather any information you can and if necessary follow the clues and report back with what you find.
Let Chaos follow your path.
This message will terminate in 60....59....58

Before the message closed in on the final second, she ejected her cypher and chucked the data pad into a alley. With the sound of a small clang followed by a popping sound as the pad fried itself. The smell of burnt metal and electronics hanged in the air as she considered what had been found. It did seem odd that a patrol would be eliminated with their attackers jumping deeper into unknown space. It could have been to lose anyone sent, few would follow but still it did warrant some investigation. The garrison might have data on the Sith-Imperials investigation which she could use to her benefit. Clicking her tongue she walked out into the street and made her way towards some bars, best to use her female charms and find some off duty troopers. Maybe see if they had any information or a ability to gain some information, checking her Lightsaber and two other weapons were still well hidden in her clothing she began moving with a new objective. At the very least it gave her more time to avoid the paperwork that awaited her.

 

[Gianna Aegis]

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Location: The Half-Krayt Tavern, Concordia
Immediate Vicinity: [member="Mlow Eman'outther"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"] | [member="Maani"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"]
Equipment: Astrea Robes | Heart of Aceso | Heaven's Touch

If someone had asked her a fortnight prior what her plans were—Her answer would have been mightily different. It was rare that she went anywhere these days without [member="John Locke"]. It was even more rare that she let herself follow the flow of her instincts. The last time had resulted in witnessing the death of a beloved Jedi Master by the name of Orn Pharr. He was…An inspiration. It was true that he was gone in the traditional sense, but, he would never be forgotten. He was with the Force and the Force was with her.

Therefore—It was part of the life cycle. The fallen Jedi Master would always be with her.

She walked the streets of Concordia with a friend. Well, Gianna referred to him as a friend. He still seemed to be a little bit unsure about her, though, she didn’t mind. Trust was not earned overnight. [member="Gerwald Lechner"] was a Knight Obsidian of the Confederacy that had been assigned to her person by their Minister of Science. It made John feel better to know that someone was watching her back if he couldn’t. Especially, when she was leading them to places, they most definitely did not belong.

The fact that they were even in Sith Space at all was rather shocking. They used his information to travel, considering, her ties to the Silver Jedi would be frowned upon. His weren’t perfect—But better than her own. With the current climate she was certain there was some risk of arrest to be had. Even still… She had a feeling she could not ignore. There was something amiss in this sector. Something that pulled her. Something that chilled her.

“We should probably find somewhere to stop for the night. There’s a tavern up ahead that doesn’t ask too many questions as long as adequate funds are present.”, she murmured to Knight Lechner, pausing, only to walk neatly around a puddle. The act betrayed the common clothing she wore. Gianna was too light of foot, to graceful, to be swaddled in such dull shades. “We both need to eat—”

“—and sleep.”

They would be less effective without adequate rest and sustenance to carry them through this pilgrimage. She wore long robes that were fitting, though, mostly shades of gray and black. The fairer colors she was used to would make her stick out like a sore thumb. She was thankful for the skill of her friend that allowed them to transform in to anything she needed so that she could blend in with the different people she often interacted with. The shock of red hair that slipped from her hood accompanied by an accentuated feminine figure already didn’t do her any favors.

They made it into the tavern well before the rooms should have been filled and the young Knight was grateful for a little warmth to ease the chill that had begun to seep in. She could have kept herself warm, but, she wanted to stay off the radar as much as possible. Her signature was well-hidden but the artifacts she wore would make her stand out to force users, and once active, would cause her to light up like a falling star.

There would be no hiding the fact that she was a Jedi if and when that happened.

They passed a very haggard looking man on their way in. He was covered in perspiration and groaning in obvious pain. He also seemed to be calling someone a plethora of unkind names. Words, mostly, that caused Gianna to raise an eyebrow. He paused when he caught sight of her face. Her head tilted, and as if in slow motion, he started walking again. Limping, really. “Sir? Are you all right—”, he brushed past her without so much as acknowledging she existed, causing her to bump back into Gerwald, before she could catch her footing. He really looked hurt… “Sir?”

“Kark off, woman! I don’t need your charity!”

Gia sucked in a breath through her nose but schooled her expression in to bland pleasantry. She shouldn’t have pressed the issue but she couldn’t stand to see people suffer unnecessarily. The Knight reached back and let her hand settle on the arm of the lupine that no doubt wanted to bare teeth. She was his mission, this time. The person he was set to protect. Even if he knew she could protect herself he still wouldn’t like the disrespect. “Let’s just go inside.”

In they went. They ordered one room, considering, they would sleep in shifts. Gianna chose a stuffed savory bun and water whilst allowing Gerwald to choose his own dinner. There was a sense of someone familiar here. Not close, however, it was someone she had met before. Eventually jade eyes settled on the back of a dark-haired young woman. Her stance and posture triggered a memory.

“Ms. Maani…?”

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

Location: The Half-Krayt Tavern, Concordia
Immediate Vicinity: [member="Gianna Aegis"] | [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"] | [member="Maani"] | [member="Mlow Eman'outther"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Gear: Black blade lightsaber, two vibroblade knives, armor

Sith Space. Gerwald had never ventured this far from Confederacy space, for any reason. There was only one reason he was doing so today, and that was [member="Gianna Aegis"]. The red haired Jedi was interesting to him, and beyond that someone he had been tasked to protect. The mission, search, or whatever it was drawing them, had been her idea. Gerwald was there to placate the concerns of the Minister of Science, or the perceived concerns Gianna seemed to have. They had worked together before, so Gerwald was not too concerned about whether he could trust her, or feel safe with her. In truth, she could protect herself as well as Gerwald could.

Sith.

Gerwald hated the idea of being this close to the Mountain. Vivid memories and painful sensations washed over the large lupine as they drew closer and closer to where the man who had physically and mentally broken him may reside. Perhaps Gianna could feel the trepidation emanating deep from within the core of the Knight Obsidian, perhaps she did not. It was there nonetheless. He was not one so used to being broken by anything or anyone, but the Mountain had done it, and with ease. As they neared Sith space Gerwald felt weak, inadequate.

Gianna should have asked someone else.

Gerwald was not sure how much he should tell the Jedi about his experience with the Sith. She had been on Taanab, and most likely had heard about the death of [member="Naedira Darcrath"]. The loss still haunted Gerwald, the fact he had broken his promise to protect her. The brunette Gerwald had come to know as his closest friend died keeping his promise to her. She had kept him safe, and still he had rushed to meet the man responsible for her death like a fool.

She spoke of food and rest. Sleep. Did she know how little Gerwald actually slept? While his mind and body had been repaired the loss haunted his dreams. Memories of what had been done to him still kept him awake at night. Gerwald feared sleep as much as he feared the man who had treated him like nothing more than a rag doll. He was not about to admit it to her. He simply nodded.

“I could eat an entire Bantha I am so hungry,” Gerwald stated with a grin. He was certainly a large enough man to do so. “And as long as there is good mead to wash it down with I will be a happy wolf!”

A toothy grin played at Gerwald’s mouth. For all the pain he felt inside, the man knew how to put on a happy face when he needed to. Was it a mask, yes, but the man knew such masks were the fate of most people. His was one to hide the broken and wounded animal he had become, where others hid their insecurities. Gerwald found himself wondering in that moment what mask Gianna might wear. After all, everyone wore some kind of mask.

As they moved into the bar, Gerwald’s eyes settled on an older man who seemed to be exiting in a hurry. A possible threat? He knocked into Gianna which pushed her back into the massive lupine whose arms were quick to catch her in case she might fall. A low growl could be heard only by the red haired Jedi as the wolf inside Gerwald wanted to jump the man and rip his throat to pieces. A gentle hand stayed his rage and overprotective nature. Duty, it drove him, and today Gianna was his duty.

“Let’s just go inside.”

Ginna could not have been any more polite in the way she told him to stand down. Gerwald was not a dog to which one would simply say “down boy,” however he would not have blamed her if she had. The wolf inside certainly needed to hear it.

“He isn’t worth the energy anyway.”

Food was needed, and it was proffered. Gianna did not seem to have an appetite, but Gerwald could eat his own weight in food. A bantha steak medium rare, and with all the trimmings, was the only thing he had his mind set on for dinner. They would share a room, meaning they would sleep in shifts, or Gerwald would take the floor. It would be nothing to shift into a wolf and take the floor if needed. In fact, Gerwald would almost prefer to guard the woman in that way as she slept.

His mind was pulled away from the thoughts running in his mind as he heard Gianna mention a familiar name.

Maani.

The bounty hunter was an interesting one, flirtatious certainly, a trait Gerwald would rather avoid. Involvement with women only led to pain and suffering, at least with Gerwald. Two women scorned, a sister who had been angry with him for a long time, and his best friend dead. Even if Gerwald were interested, he was not going to add to his list of casualties any time soon. It was enough to navigate a Jedi that felt comfortable enough to touch him, even though it was platonic. It was sensation he was not used to.

“Maani? Is the mead any good?”

 

[Mlow Eman'outther]

Concordia
The Half-Krayt Tavern
Theme? When The Night is Over
Tags? Gianna Aegis | Kamyrin Gyvolis | Maani | [member="Gerwald Lechner"] | Kyrel Ren

Mlow has had a long life, as it stood. In the years he's lived, he has been graced with seeing quite a bit, he has traveled ages more than he ever assumed he would, he had seen the darkest sunrises and the brightest twilights. This had been his life, going wherever the Empire sent him, meeting whoever that required. He had meet the variety of people, along with that, he had met a variety of personalities, there was a wonder in his mind if he had seen all of the possibilities, all of the different ways that a sapient brain could click, the different firings of neurons here or there, it wasn't far he to assume he had. Afterall, you tend to have names fade after a certain amount of faces, it made sense to assume.

Mlow had never had the initiative to meet someone that quite fit whatever in the Force was going on with Maani. He hardly had a chance to stop the woman from taking his drink, much less the cognition to register why she had taken it, why she was throwing it in the man's face. This was not exactly due to the drink itself, but the Kudon had faded, ever so slightly. He was letting his mind drift moments before Maani had come up to him, nearly fading into a daydream, but now there was this great noise, a cacophony of sound that demanded his full attention. Why did it have to be him? He could hardly say. All he knew was that his drink was long gone, there was a man on the ground, and a woman that was responsible for it all. He sighed, pulling his off-duty jacket ever so slightly closer around his body, as if the Imperial-cog emblazoned shoulders offered him some form of comfort, maybe some form of command over the situation. He wasn't a civilian, but at the moment, he felt nearly as vulnerable as one. Besides, it wasn't as if he had his Autokrator to crack out should things turn bad.

Just as he was going to bring his form from the chair, going to speak to Maani, probably to slur out what he was drinking if she was serious about repaying him. He hoped it was that simple. And then, ever so suddenly, two more figures emerged from the blur and buzz of the bar, fading into the conversation, he was still just out of it enough to only really register that they had some form of familiarity with Maani. This struck him as a situation firmly out of his control, however, he was interested regardless. He managed to his feet, running a hand through his hair, and letting out a cough that sounded much more like a bark, the canineoid shaking his head as if to clear the spirits from his mind. He had come here to drink, to forget, to let his mind slip away, perhaps some conversation could help with that. Maybe he could meet new people...

Wait, Maani's profession...? Bounty Hunter? Didn't she say? It was off, his mind wanted to connect the dots, a drunken idea that wasn't fully formed yet.

"Mhm, only worry a little. I think they called it- what- something in Mando."

The sentence was more to himself than Maani, or anyone gathered there.

There was this off feeling, once he raised his sight, settling it on the two new strangers. It was hard to place, to explain, as if his soul had a heartbeat, a string played the same for him and one of the pair. Something, something in the water, maybe? He felt a calm, an ease. They were meant to be there, for whatever reason, whatever was telling the Kudon, this was right.

"Names Mlow, friends of yours, yea?"

He nodded to the new arrivals as he stood, managing a smile, attempting to not appear off putting.

 

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Coruscant
Imperial Palace, Observation Chamber


The winds of change were howling once again.

The cold stale air of the observatory grew slightly warmer in temperature, and the slight scent of copper accompanied it. The Jedi Master's nose crinkled up in displeasure. This was a sign, as many things had proven to be lately, of that he was certain. He turned his attentions away from the star cluster he'd been observing to pace about the facility, arms folded behind his back, eyes glued to the floor as he established a moving meditation.

With his mind thoroughly emptied of all distractions, Cedric reached out into the depths of the empyrean. He felt the water of the Great Ocean shift about him, its tides twisting about chaotically, their usual patterns broken due to some unseen influence. He'd felt this sort of thing before, but never in such an ephemeral sense. Each time he tried to swim through the tides, he found himself spat back out onto the ocean's surface, almost as if something was blocking him from further inquiry.

Frustration bubbled up in the back of Cedric's mind, ruining his centering and forcing him to open his eyes. Cold reality returned to his sense, and he suddenly found the observatory to be a rather lonely place.

Perturbed, the Jedi drew his cowl over his features, and stepped out onto one of the platforms that overlooked the city outside. Coruscant was in its earliest hours of the morning, and the artificial rain that had fallen just hours earlier made the air smell fresh. He breathed it in, relishing the peace it offered him.

Whatever the source of this disturbance was, Cedric couldn't shake the feeling that it would do harm to his fledgling Imperium. As he watched the countless speeders soaring through the skylanes below, he came to the unpleasant realization that there was nothing to be done now, save for further meditation.

"Another hungering shadow. How wonderful," he mused quietly to himself. Only time would tell if this premonition would prove to be more than simple paranoia. For his people's sake, Cedric hoped his senses were wrong.

 

[Kamyrin Gyvolis]

Post 2
Location: Concordia
Equipment: Rin's Lightsaber, Blackout Baton, Terminus Shiv
Wearing: Link
Tags: [member=[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)]Maani][/COLOR], [member=[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)]Mlow Eman'outther][/COLOR], [member=[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)]Kyrel Ren], [Member=Gianna Aegis], [member=Gerwald Lechner], [member=Cedric Grayson][/COLOR]

Kamyrin walked down the street, cold and tired. She had all ready visited two establishments seeking out Imps but what she had found proved useless. The garrisoned troops either knew nothing or were to low rank to gain the intel she required. With how much effort she had to put into enticing the troops she found herself more exhausted than she liked. She was fine using any and all assets to gain the intel, but that never made it any simpler a job, though most the troops took little effort. It in the end was the shear number of them she had to interact with, given this was a newly captured world, a large garrisoned was required to ensure 'Peace' was kept on this world. Though she preferred to think they were a deterrent against those that might seek to free themselves of the shackles placed upon them.

She could try again tomorrow, but honestly she was simply tired, with the fact she did not have a time restraint she minus well have this extend for a good period of time. She had also reached out to her newly gained contacts on this world to seek out the information she required. It had been a lengthy conversation to get their assistance, they had doubts to any reason why the info might help them. In the end she made a trade, the info for some better supplies and gear that would arrive at a later date so long as they gained some creditable info. Though it pained her to think it, she might have to retrace her steps and visit other Sith aligned worlds, maybe deeper into their space than she'd like. Since it was very possible no info was on this world to even be gained, but it never hurt to check, the slim chance was worth checking on.

As she continued down the street, in deep thought, she simply disregard the limping man that passed her with no interest to any reason he might be in such a state. She spotted her next designation, a place called The Half-Krayt Tavern. Her contacts after the meeting had said it be a good place to lay low well searching and a place they easily could meet her at to hand of any useful info. Moving now with the intent to get out of the street and into a place with warmth were she might rest her head she moved. As the door opened she moved in, scanning quickly for possible threats or dangers. Her contacts were new and well she was sure their hatred for the Imp's was true, a spy among them could always be possible. A danger of this line of work was you could trust very few people.

Checking the last few denizens present, she saw it as some what safe, though one made her a little questionable. A good looking female in with another male, her clothing seemed a little too clean for someone that would normally wear it. As if she had concern over getting them dirty or herself, but honestly on a world like this their were chances that it might be someone else that needed to hide. Hell their were plenty of people in the galaxy that need to disguise themselves, and honestly Kam was not fully sure herself about the female. But the fact she seemed more interested with another girl at in the Tavern who sat beside a some what drunk man, made it less likely she was a concern of Kamyrins. Moving towards the back she sat down at a table, she was just happy to relax and raised a hand towards a serving girl to make a order. She minus well treat this like a vacation given it was permitting her to relax.

Well she seemed to relax, she still kept a eye on the people present, at the very least hoping something might happen in the very least for entertainment. As the serving girl came over she ordered a simple roasted animal meat, though she had never heard of the animals name before. The girl that served her recommended it and was never bad to try new things, hell that half the reason she left Hapes, Also ordering some Merisee spirits alongside it, a favorite of hers. Just because she wanted to try new things never hurt to keep things you loved around, as the girl left she tilted her head, cracking her neck to the right and left, maybe since she was treating this as a vacation she should find someone to get the kinks out of her back. She had been going none stop with the Agents of Chaos since she joined and it was taking its toll on her body along with her mind. Leveling her gaze once again she simply leaned back and relaxed well watching the area for any dangers or entertainment.