Salvor Arnex was alone in his private quarters aboard his ship. It was not the most impressive vessel, a holdover from his days as warden of the shadow dynasty. It seemed all he had was left over from former days of glory, his ship and the men and woman that populated it were all from an era lost and forgotten.
Salvor Arnex was by most standards too young to be where he was. In less than two decades, the gold-skinned zabraki boy had started a slave, risen to the rank of knight amongst the sith and if that weren’t enough he had found himself right at the top of a dynasty, a leader of nations, a warlord of some small repute and what was he now? Some lowly mercenary who’d lost all he once had save for five-hundred loyal men and women left over from tens of thousands. Grown men and women put their faith in him an eighteen year old child, put their faith in him that he would not fail them, and he would not.
“Warden?” A voice came from the other side of the door. It belonged to the captain of his personal guard, another holdover from his time near the top of the dynasty. She was strong, smart, resilient, and attractive and above all, she was loyal and Salvor valued her greatly and though her position dictated that she need not stand guard outside his door, he was not shocked to hear it was her.
“Enter.” He replied as he opened the door with a simple wave of his hand.
In walked the captain of his guard Charisma Renaii, a woman of rare beauty though it was impossible to tell while she was clad in her armor.
“Warden, we received a transmission.” She told him.
“And?” He asked rather sharply. There was no need for her to bother him with this, someone could of easily patched the message through the comms.
“It came through an old Shadow Dynasty code.” She explained further peaking his interest.
She offered him a datapad and he read the message. It was from [member="stardust"] inviting to, Nar Shaddaa of all places. By the force he hated the huts and anything to do with them but it had been sometime since he had seen Stardust and her invitation was much unexpected.
Salvor could feel Cpt. Renaii watching him even from behind her helmet. “What?” He asked her.
“Nothing, Warden, it’s just that the crew probably could use some time to blow off steam.” She offered helpfully.
Salvor thought it over, part of him a very large part hated the idea of going to that piss hole of a hutt owned planet, yet another knew what Charisma said was right and there was the matter of Stardust contacting him out of the blue, still, the idea of his men running around Nar Shaddaa, it made him uneasy to say the least.
“Have the helmsman set course for Nar Shaddaa.” He conceded. Cpt. Renaii left with a nod and less than an hour later they were docked on Nar Shaddaa and his men were taking leave, well most of them, he still traveled with two members of gold company at his side.
It did not take him long to reach the danty lady. As the trio walked through the door Salvor was hit with the stench of about four Gamoreans sitting off in one corner playing what appeared to be their own version of pazzak. As for other clientele there hardly was any and yet the place still felt cramped due to it being less than half the size of a normal cantina on this force forsaken moon. After his eyes adjusted to the lack of light and his nose adjusted to the smell it was not hard to find Stardust, even cloaked as she was his imprint on the force was the same or close enough that there was no mistaking her.
While his former ally wore a set of robes to conceal herself and her weaponry, Salvor wore his brashly. He left his robes back on the ship so his attire consisted of black light combat armor with both his sabers hanging very visibly at his hip and a verpine shatter gun slung over his back. No he did not hide the fact he was armed and neither did his two armor clad guards.
Salvor crossed the bar in about three strides and stopped at the table in front of Stardust and bowed. “Lady, Stardust. A great pleasure to see you again, may I sit?”
