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World's End

Spira
World's End

Grabbing the tray up from the pickup window Keziah weaved her way through the tables until she arrived at the correct table. A smile appeared on her face as she placed a mug in front of each of the patrons. The young woman was anything but happy however that wasn't something she wished anybody to know. If she wanted to keep this job Keziah needed to plaster a smile on her face even if she was dying on the inside.

"Can I get you boy's anything to eat?" She smiled placing a hand on her hip as she glanced to each of the three sitting at the table. After seeing them all shake their head no she left the table to take the order of her next table. Waitressing was hard work she was finding but it paid the bills plus gave her a little extra to put away for the home she had her eye on. She could make the beach and this place her home. The wounds in time would heal and she would be alright. She may even get herself a pet for companionship but that was yet to be forseen. She was still trying to figure everything out.

A sigh escaped her lips as she handed off the ticket to the cook. It wasn't but a few months ago that she was happily planning her future with a man she had fallen madly in love with. They had shared everything with each other and she gave him all of her. Keziah for once in her life had been happy and it didn't matter they couldn't go to a resort world like this on leave as long as they were together. As quickly as that love had come it had disappeared. He left her, abandoned her as she tried to care for some wounded soldiers. Keziah had searched for him in hopes it was just a mistake but came up empty handed. It was than that she gave up and decided she needed to move on which was why she was here to start all over again.
 
A single cup of tea. It was truly all the Echani had money for, but it was as simple and elegant of a request as any. The sandy shores of this planet scattered with islands was another of the tropical locations that the wandering Force Warrior had found to be a soothing place of prosperity. Ever on the move, ever moving from one location to another, and yet with all the movement, he often times found being still to be tranquil and very at peace. It was not his usual place to be sitting indoors, to be away from the natural world. There however were times, albeit rare, that he found himself present in such places. The surface thoughts and emotions were evident in the sentients currently occupying the territory of this diner. Each had their own story, their own string in a tapestry of life that was governed and looked after like a master weaver. A weaver that this Echani always dubbed as the living Force.

Steam rose from the cup of piping hot tea in a delicate china cup upon its saucer. Both pale hands rested just to the side of the brew while he listened and watched out the bay window to his right as the waves crashed and ebbed upon the shore. Poetry in motion, dancing across the glittering banks of the beach. It was a lovely sight, and he relished it each and every time he communed with nature. His cool blue eyes closed as he inhaled the scent of his tea, letting the tendrils of smoke waft into his nostrils. The man looked regal, as his garb was coated in royal blue and silver hues. The Echani's prized vibroblade sheathed and placed at an angle against the table, and the other side against the foot of his booth. White hair falling around his face, but combed well. All the Echani had a regal face about them, the polished porcelain visage with a cool piercing gaze.

His thoughts though were drifting, while he took his time in being at peace and at rest in the booth nearest to the sunshine. He had barely uttered a few words since he had taken a seat. Enough to purchase a cup of their house tea, but with all the cordiality and grace that befitted a noble. Sion wasn't noble though, at least not in blood. He was simple, and rather low on income. That hadn't mattered to him though since he struck out from his home world. Eshan was left behind, and he'd yet to visit it again. The man sitting here looked to be in his early twenties, but that was the ruse of the Force, as he was well over a century in age. A man of a long past, but it wasn't frought with heartache, save for the knowledge that in time, all things must pass. That of his entire family taken to the Force by the agent of time. His own personal troubles were not so evident, as his thoughts generally dwelt on those of others. In particular the passing of a waitress with an evident heavy heart called to him like a boon of the Force, guiding his movements. Nothing was coincidence.

"Young miss." Sion spoke in a hushed and pleasant tone, his silver eyes opened as he turned to face her with just the shift of his head. Keziah was a lovely woman, with deep red hair and soft graceful features. It was however the underlying emotions that floated to him by aide of the immutable Force that had warranted his speech. And it was just that, that simple and compelling. The gaze was locked, as he silently searched with a calm reassurance written over his own visage as if trying to study her troubles from a distance. The Echani never quite knew why he was led to the places he visited, not exactly. He knew there was a reason -- as there was always a reason with the will of the Force. Being a servant didn't mean you got a lot of answers, until in hindsight you saw the picture come together. The satisfaction of knowing you helped put the puzzle together was enough.

[member="Keziah Denko"]
 

Jeela Tillian

Guest
Jeela looked up from her food as the quiet man with the swords spoke with an astounding calm. Even some Jedi she had seen had not had such calm. In fact, she could think of only one who had achieved it. Their paths had separated some time ago unfortunately, though whether or not that was permanent was unknown. She would only wait and see, as she now waited for the next prompting from the Force regarding her next destination.
But for now, she would wait, and observe. She did not not know had prompted the nearly silent man to speak, though perhaps he merely wished for something more to drink. Was there something about the waitress? She couldn't tell, not being so skilled in understanding people as her friend Veino had been. Where was he now? Still on Susefvi? Travelling like he said he wanted to? She gave the slightest shrug of her shoulders and let the thoughts slip away. They were of no use in the moment.
[member="Val`Sion"] [member="Keziah Denko"]
 

Ori'Alor Tal'Verda

Leader of the True Mando'Ade
Ori'Alor walked into the diner, her husband and one of her Ori'ramikad had located Keziah. Ori spotted Keziah almost immediately, and sat down at the Diner's Bar, looking at the menu. "If i had known you were lost, I would have looked for you myself." Ori said, regret in her voice "So many of us are gone or lost; Calico has returned but I can tell he feels lost, Galaar is indentured to the CIS, Zius and Krest joined our Offenders, the smuggler went outlaw, and Bluejay is kinda with us as a Freelancer..." Ori let all those negative feelings go in the force, she had her husband and her people, she had all she needed. "I know Calico needs you." Ori said, frowning "and so do we...."

[member="Keziah Denko"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Noah Corek"]
 
Technology. Something that is very useful to everyone. His brother, Calico, Ori, and several other were searching a lost lamb that was named Keziah. He and a good friend, Noah, precisely found her but how? Well that's where technology kicks in. What they did was run her face through multiple security cameras until they found her. Once they found her they immediately got on a ship and headed to the place. It was a shame that his older brothers Calico and Galaar weren't there to recover the woman who they considered to be important for them and the rest. He was walking in the diner with his wife and friend with a pistol and knife as defense. After what Ori said he turned around to face Keziah with a big smile that she would encounter. "It's been a long time, sis," even though Calico and Keziah weren't married he considered her as family. "I do believe we have to play some Catch Up, no?"

[member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"] [member="Keziah Denko"] [member=Noah Corek]
 

Noah Corek

Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"] [member="Keziah Denko"]
Noah sighed as he walked into the diner behind Ori and Canal and sat at the bar with them. Wearing just some normal clothes, shirt, cargo pants, a jacket and some boots. Like Canal, Noah was lightly armed a pistol and a vibro-knife hidden under his left armpit just in case something went awry, but he had stored some more heavy duty weapons in the trunk of the speeder they had rode in on. "I gotta admit Denko,I've seen you fight,you got the way of a warrior about you,you just don't know it yet kid." Noah informed her,adding into the helpful talk Ori and Canal were using.
 
As she was about to go take another order a familiar voice came out of nowhere. The young woman thought for a moment she was dreaming but as she turned around she saw the married couple of [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] and [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"]'. "Calico needs me?" The young woman blinked a few times. "Do you think he still loves me.." she spoke softly a small glimmer of hope beginning to form within her. The duties of the waitress had been tossed to the side for the moment. She still loved him, he was her first love and never had she fully given up looking for him.

[member="Noah Corek"] was correct about her, she was a fighter. Keziah wasn't about to lay down and cry because life threw her another curve ball. "I know, where is Calico?" If he cared he would be here but he wasn't so it was just them trying to get her to join wherever they all went. She glanced around the small restaurant trying to get her head out of the clouds. She had a position here and that little cottage was within reach but without someone to share it with all of it was pointless. "I have tables.." She mumbled moving away from the group to [member="Val`Sion"] whom had spoken up.

"Can I help you sir? Are you ready to order?"
 
Well, that wasn't how he wanted things to go as. As he saw her go to another table to take an order he said to her. "Keziah, I'm not a man who lies and I will be honest with you. Yes, he still loves you and he needs you as you need him." People were looking at him but he didn't really care if he was making a fool out of himself. Calico wasn't the only one who was broken everyone was broken when Keziah went MIA. "My brother is not here because he is also searching for you. You don't know how much time we've put in to find you." He was still looking at her but with a serious face. He didn't mean to frighten her with his face expression. His eyes didn't show any hint that he was lying. "You don't know how bad he is. It hurts to see someone that you love and care about being in a state of depression and unhappiness. Especially when he's your brother." There was a moment of silence in the restaurant. No one was saying something or doing anything that would cause some noise. They were just looking at Canal's group and Keziah. "I know things don't go the way we want them to be. There was a ripple that destroyed both your future and Calico's. But there is always time to salvage that. Besides, there is always a second chance in life as there is a second chance in rescuing both you and my brother."

[member="Keziah Denko"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"]
 
The floor boards creaked as foot-falls struck the rich timber below. The clashing aromas of sizzling flesh and seasoning was pleasant. Slowly he came to a stop at an empty table after which he'd promptly take his seat.

He adjusted the obsidian cowl that resided over his visage, it was useful for the preservation of his identity was key. From within the encapsulating darkness he'd begin to analyze his surroundings.
And so he began to study.
It was an art.
An algorithm of observing, people of importance, they had an air of self awareness about them. In fact, he knew his very presence would disturb some individuals and it was those he wished to observe.

His metallic hand descended under the desk, all the while he'd draw his organic right hand onto the ornate marble that stood in the place of the desk. Neutral shades of white stood in the place of plates. Transparent windows shaped like an hour glass stood in the place of a drinking glass.

Keziah Denko


Canal Tal'Verda


Noah Corek


Ori'Alor Tal'Verda
 

Jeela Tillian

Guest
Jeela stopped and shrunk down slightly as the group walked in. They clearly knew the waitress, and it appeared she was more than just a waitress. Which was certainly an interesting turn of events, especially the final one who was not part of the group and took a seat. She sensed something was slightly off, dark even. A shiver ran down her spine. She turned back to her food, considering what to do. For now the best option was to wait and see. Trust the nudging of the Force. As usual.

Her hand drifted down into her pocket to tap her lightsaber, just in case. She really hoped it was unnecessary. This was neither the time nor the place for a fight. Too many innocents around and she had a journey to continue in time.
 
Ocular nerves swirled in defiant discontent. The uneasiness the crowd gave off was seemingly palpable. If mattered little, should these people act upon their inclinations, they would be labeled the aggressors. The conspirators of violence, why he was almost sure the authorities would arrive in kind, passively doing his bidding in the mean while.
A slight ascension of his brow noted his surprise at their somewhat placid demeanor's.
"Hmmm."


Jeela Tillian
 
The silent echo of Maleus' audible musing rang true in the mind of the Echani. No sooner than he had spoken to attract the attention of the waitress than all manner of patrons decided to visit this humble diner. While he assumed it was not unusual for the gathering to flock in at any given moment -- he found it quite peculiar that three members of what seemed to be squad of soldiers would instantly rush in to clamor about the self-same waitress he had fixed his gaze upon. More curious, that they were so very abrupt in their speech. No cause of greeting, no fondness - just a straight to business approach that would unnerve even this peaceful wanderer. They knew her, that was most obvious, and she them. There was a shared past, and already there were very apparent clues as to what mind of been plaguing her emotions only seconds prior.

Then there was this man, not one of their party either, but just as observant as himself. He too touched the Force, but it was nothing to speak of. Echani did not hold to the idea of dark and light sides of the Force. The energy he devoted himself to was neither right nor wrong. It was a Force of life and of death. It both gave and it took, and neither did he see to be grievous. There wasn't anything off-putting about the visitation as he observed that he was there for the self-same reason as most; to dine. The momentary lapse of approach did not upset the Echani, as he offered a slow and calm sip of his tea in the space of time. The conversation was not hidden, as the others did not seem to recognize a need to keep their conversation private with the waitress, who he had just learned the name thereof. There was a rush though, they were not here to sit idly and catch up on months or years gone by. They came for an extraction or so it seemed. Sion was rarely in such a mad rush.

Silver eyes moved at the sound of the waitress' voice as she moved to part company briefly with the squad of three to address his earlier comment. A calm and peaceable smile spread to his thin pale lips as he slowly set the cup down to the saucer. Originally he had merely wanted to speak with her, to ask a query of her emotions, and offer any assistance. That thought had left, and it was replaced by another of a more personable nature.

"The tea is quite sufficient my dear, thank you. Do pardon the intrusion, but I overheard the name Denko, and I was wondering if you might know of a dear friend of mine. Josiah Denko." Warm memories of the bond the two men shared as they had celebrated and memorialized Josiah's late wife in the desert sands of Tatooine. Sion was well acquainted with the Confederacy, and the order of the Templars that strove for balance in the Force. He had not joined their cause, but placed high respect, and counted himself among their friends. It was fortunate to meet another possibly related to a man he held in such high esteem. For a brief moment, his gaze parted that of Josiah's youngest sister to the three squad members who were seated at the diner's counter. There was no judgement, but he was curious what they might also do hearing that name. He was still quite unaware of what consequences that name might have.

[member="Maleus"] [member="Jeela Tillian"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Keziah Denko"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"]
 

Noah Corek

Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
[member="Val`Sion"] [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"] [member="Maleus"] [member="Jeela Tillian "] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Keziah Denko"]
Noah heard the floorboards creak and looked to see a man in a dark cloak enter, he was the token Sith that always seemed to appear now a days. Noah turned his attention back to Canal and Ori and then remembered he had a weapon in the trunk that would help in case of a attack from the Sith. "Hey Canal, follow me. I got something in the speeder trunk that can take care of our little vermin problem." Noah said as he stood and began to walk towards the door, making sure to give the Sith the stink eye and the slight raising of a certain finger as he walked by and towards the door.
 
Vermin? Now that was new. He looked around and saw a man in dark robes. Now, Canal took a guess that this was a Sith and due to his nature: he hated Sith. Never mix a Mandolorian and a Sith together. He came to Ori and whispered to her, "Keep on talking to Keziah. And prepare both yourself and Keziah cause I think there's a Sith. I'll be right back" The Sith couldn't pick up a word that Canal said since he is dead to the force and got up to follow Noah. As he followed him he was about to pass by Keziah. He was slowing down and said to her in a whisper when he was close to her, "Be careful." He continued following Noah and eyed at the Sith until he exits out the diner.

"Kark," he said when the tow soldiers were walking go the speeder, "should've brought my armor. Anyway, how are we going to deal with the Sith? And let's not attack first cause we don't want to be viewed as the bad guys."

[member="Noah Corek"] @Val`Sion @Maleus @Jeela Tillian [member="Keziah Denko"] [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"]
 
Malevolent stares found their ways into Maleus's notice. It was in fact a welcome reaction, through their actions they showed their caution, their fear. For he did little, save show up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Yet men excused themselves in a somewhat 'overt' manner. They ran like dogs to attain whatever explosive ordinance that would give them an edge.

Their carelessness was beyond acceptable. He noted the various denizens who still fed, and drank. They would be hit by incoming shrapnel, should a battle ensue, or a stray blade would etch itself into the skins.
They were linear baboons whose only mental powers consisted of point and shoot. They lacked subtly, skill, and almost most importantly wit. Nonetheless, much like an avid tactician he would not reveal his hand. He would simply react in response to the actions of others.

Noah Corek


Canal Tal'Verda
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra breathed in as she walked among the area until coming into the same place that [member="Maleus"], [member="Noah Corek"], [member="Keziah Denko"], and all the others now stood in and chatted. Her body lowered into a seat as she was in a fight suit rather than her normal robes, the mask and hood down though which revealed her face and allowed for her to smile at those gathered in the room before starting the light tune as she whistled. It was the same tune as always and eventually led to her waiting there to see if she would have Keziah wait on her table or if someone else would.

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Val`Sion"] @Jeela Tillian
 
Grew visibly disturbed by a presence which was most familiar, that along with a melodic interlude Alexandra frequented herself on using. There was no mistaking her presence. ​Breathe... Assess... His eyes spun in theatrical contemplation, he he would have to find a way out, lest he was identified. Though, there was hope, she was seemingly oblivious to his presence.

As he arose from his seat he'd whisk numerous credits into the crevices of his fingers, he'd drop them to the floor. Man and woman were thrown into a frenzy as they fought for the vestigial amount of currency. He'd take this opportunity to draw his cloak closer to his body. As he slid through the momentary gaps he hoped that he could rid himself of this place and of Alexandra's presence.
Alexandra Cinthra
 

Alexandra Feanor

The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra knew full well he had been there and watched him as he dropped the credits and ran, a raised brow to the show as she would have to talk with the man later. She was here for a different reason though and if Maleus wanted to make a scene and cost himself his money, well that was all good for him the silly little Sith. [member="Maleus"]
 

Jeela Tillian

Guest
Jeela shifted in her seat, tracking the changes that we're going on in the building. Evidently the soldiers had noticed the Dark figure, who apparently was a Sith, and had gone out to get something to deal with him. Then the woman in the flight suit walked in and the Sith walked out. Why had he done that? Who was this woman? Jeela revealed her Force signature just a small amount to see how she and others would respond.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Val`Sion"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Noah Corek"]
 
The smuggler in an overcoat walked into the building, a small line of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. " Oh, well feth you too!" Listeri yelled to a Ithorian outside of the building. The man flashed a rude hand gesture, then trudged off, grumbling and cursing under his breath. He frowned, as he took a seat in a booth and began looking over the menu. " Uh, waiter? " Listeri asked the crowd, his pupils looking up from the menu, before returning to looking at a carbonated Corellian Ale.

[member=Keziah Denko] [member=Canal Tal'Verda] [member= Ori'Alor Tal'Verda] [member=Maleus] [member=Alexandra Cinthra]
 

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