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Oct 9, 2013 18:23:41 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 9, 2013 18:23:41 GMT -8
Adi ordered a Corellian Ale, and paid no mind to Piteos' incessant flitting gaze. The man had to be paranoid from all he had seen and done. The other man, however, was different than he had remembered the last time he had seen him...was he this big the last time?
Must be an illusion....or lighting perhaps.
The com from Dia came in, and Adi sent back a reply to 'hold the line for the moment.' He also knew that should trouble arise, Monte had access to Adi's personal beacon, and would be there in moments. Turning to Dred, Adi smiled.
"Glad you understood my signal. Have you told your Manda'lor about our 'plans' to hit the Oyu'baat yet?"
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Oct 9, 2013 18:28:42 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 18:28:42 GMT -8
*Piteos reached out with the Force trying to get an idea of the foremost thoughts of the man creature in front of him. He got absolutely nothing. Strange, I can't get anything from him, is he immune or is there something afoot in this bar? His gaze bounced around the room again, seeing who may be looking at the group, and using the reflection from the big bottle of wine in front of him to watch behind himself in a panorama view. He poured a small glass, using the time to scout about behind himself before setting it back to where he could keep a nice view of the goings on in the bar around him.*
*Adieumus started with the talking, and Piteos was glad to have kept his data gauntlet required. Information, was like a river with no mouth or no certain bed, it poured in from all directions. Piteos eyes turned back to the other man, whose name he did not know, and kept his gaze on the other's eyes. If he could not use the Force to read this man, he would use himself and his own skills to do so.*
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Oct 9, 2013 18:50:36 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 9, 2013 18:50:36 GMT -8
*Dred cocks an eyebrow at the Manda'lor. He smiles very slowly to reveal his pronounced canines as a very low visceral growl emanates from his throat. It stops as he speaks to Adi. When he speaks, it's with a deep baritone that has a slight feral touch to it.*
"No one from Kry'tsad follows -any- Manda'lor. Not since it's inception, not ever. To say that is to say a Vhett is an Aliit'alor of Aliit Vizsla. Very insulting. Like saying there is no difference between a Jedi and Sith. But the answer to your question is no. I haven't told him. Yet. I wanted to meet with the man who planned to frame Death Watch with the attack in an attempt to...."
*Dred pulls out a datapad from under the table and looks it over.*
"Divide Mandalorian Forces and cause a disruption of sentiments as their place of spiritual rest is destroyed."
*Dred pushes the datapad aside, and stares Adi down harshly.*
"Now, normally I would go out of my way to make sure whomever came up with this idea would have his testicles removed to be my personal play toys. But then, I got to thinking after the rage subsided. Why not use this as a bargaining chip."
*Dred lifts his pitcher and takes two swallows of the black ale, making half of it disappear when he sets it back down.*
"You see, I'm no stranger to negotiations myself, and I've done a little homework. To begin with, a common ground has to be established for both parties to get what they want. We all want to see Ashrah dead. Your reason are your own, mine is he's giving my people an even worse reputation as is. This coming from the leader of war criminals and a pirate. But nevertheless, we all want it."
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Adi
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Oct 9, 2013 19:07:21 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 9, 2013 19:07:21 GMT -8
Calmly, Adi pulled a smoke out of his pack, lit it, letting the smoke curl out of his nose. A smile crossed his lips, and he shook his head.
"Good luck with that. I'd have your balls in a basket before you could say 'buy'ce'. Before you get all high and mighty, there were never any solid plans to hit the 'baat..too much chance of civilian casualties. That part, along with the little fireworks show on the MMP? They were meant to draw you out, and get this little meeting underway.
Watch your tone, by the by. You may be big, but I have the upper hand in speed. I don't think you are -that- fast, my friend. Besides, it was more of the other side of Deathwatch I was 'blaming' anyway. I know there is a bit of a division as far as your beliefs. I fed Demici and Stealer information I knew that would get back to you. A little game of misinformation, if you will Now, if I remember correctly, we are on the same page as far as the man in charge of leading the Mandalorians. I can respect the fact that you are warriors....but not murderers, and that is what he has turned your noble people into. We have a common goal, so drop the posturing.
We have but to figure out the hows. The whys are already established."
If Dred wanted to match wills, he was in for a fight. Adi was hoping that negotiation wasn't in the cards though....there wasn't enough time for that.
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 9, 2013 19:13:17 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 19:13:17 GMT -8
*Piteos' eyes flicked from one man to the other, the two seemed to be contesting each other over information. An attack on Mandalore directly seemed a bit daring, even to Piteos who had led commandos into the city just to get to the City of Bone before being gunned down by what he could only assume was the entire clan of Australis. His appearance would probably help keep the Mandalorian from ever realizing that he was once a Mando'ade as well, but since the firing squad incident he had chosen to fully denounce what ties he had to the faction he had favoured the most over the years.*
*Adieumus seemed to have grown something of a backbone during Piteos' hermitage for the some 6 years. The other man, was quite passionate about the conversation, more likely to do with honour, and the Jedi well the Jedi was being exactly that..a Jedi. Piteos would help these men, usurping his brother's killer would be more fitting than simply killing him. And from the sounds of the curious man he might be able to get information on The Exchange.* "I would consider the small civilian casualties from one city far lesser in the grand scale of what could happen with a full scale desolation of the city." *His tone as usual showed that he had little regard for life, and that to him this was all just something for the man to do to pass the time.*
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 9, 2013 19:36:46 GMT -8
*Dred begins to throat laugh at Adi's statement. That laugh is stymied as he lights his cigarette. His sense of smell has been increased a thousandfold since his modification. The smoke makes him clear his throat loudly and his eyes water. It seeps into his tear ducts as he can feel the heat ripple around it in the infrared spectrum. Drawbacks he has yet to get used to. He pops his neck to acclimate himself to this new nuisance.*
"I'll use whatever tone I choose. You have no idea how fast I am. I can see that you've measured me to be big and slow. A fool does that. I can assure you that I'm not. Too bad your friends men didn't get the memo. They were in a shuttle clad in beskar'gam with Death Watch symbols prepared to go ahead with the attack anyways. Seems I'm a thorn in the Demici's side. A well placed artillery strike took them out. Dante had better come up with something more than just a frame job if he wants me off Serenno."
*Dred finishes his pitcher and summons for another one. He looks at Piteos.*
"You and I agree, to send a message to the opposition, sometimes the guilty and innocent are sacrificed to convey resolve."
*Dred turns back to Adi.*
"You're right though, Intalbo has turned my people into genocidal racists who murder people simply because of the way they were born. I may be a killer, but I still have a code of honor. If a 5 year old boy points a weapon at me, I will kill him before he does me. I don't kill an unarmed helpless child, even if he does use the Force."
*Dred is visibly upset and a low growl again emanates from his throat.*
"I have as much contempt for the Force as Intalbo does, but my contempt is matched only by my profound respect for it. If it was so easy to get rid of, this universe would be speaking Mando'a and not galactic basic. "
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Adi
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Oct 9, 2013 19:56:57 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 9, 2013 19:56:57 GMT -8
Matango didn't feel like posturing anymore, as Dred seemed to be on the same page now. Matango took note of the reaction to the smoke, and took another drag on the cigarette. He filed it away in the 'good things to know' category.
"Then we have a common goal...To rid the universe of Ashrah Intalbo. Now, we need to get him where we want him, and that's where you come in, my friend. You can get closer to him than any of my men, and he would be willing to believe you. I want you to pass along the information that you know where we are, and that you foiled an attack on the Oyu'baat. Truthfully, they were foolish to actually go through with it. I didn't give the go order like I told them I would. They should have waited. I had no intentions of sending them.
The attack was to be called off before they even left Serenno. As for your little beef with Demici, I have nothing to do with it, nor will I allow it to get in the way of my plans."
Adi crushed out his smoke, and took a gulp from his ale. Thanks to Mike, he was starting to become tolerant to its effects on his body. He sat back in his chair, and folded his hands together, awaiting Dred's response.
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Oct 9, 2013 20:03:32 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 20:03:32 GMT -8
*Piteos nods to the curious man after being addressed. The two thought possibly along the same lines, however to Piteos every mean was used when seeking to acquire a goal. He had slain innocent unarmed children before, simply to prove a point and to send a message. Years ago he could say that he was wanted for war crimes, but a false death got the charges of genocide erased, as he slipped under a new and undying alias.*
"Su'cuy ner vod, I am Zenchou Piteos. I once served under a plethora of Manda'lor as spy and Sith relation. The only point however, that Ashrah, should receive would be that of a sharpened blade. From the sounds of this conversation, and from past dealings with vode, that this Ashrah doesn't take....structured...advice." *His cold voice slipped back into him, and his slow breaths resumed. He had taken notice of how strongly the smoke from the cigarette had affected this man, and was sure that it was without doubt something to remember.*
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Oct 9, 2013 20:42:22 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 9, 2013 20:42:22 GMT -8
*Dred isn't surprised by what Adi told him. But he was grateful that he put out his cigarette. What did surprise him was the man who finally introduced himself. In Mando'a. Now Mando'a wasn't uncommon, but he seemed to have the Mandalorian dialect and he did mention he served. Was he Mando'ade that turned from his people or was he a liaison that allied himself? Curious.*
"But I did foil the attack. You just trusted the wrong man. It's a moot point. I'm going to need some things from you. Some conditions to be met to make this.....convincing. First, I would like to use your repulsor tech that you have on your armor. As I said, I've done my homework. The Second, I need someone to taint my Black and Red Armor. It'll be convincing on both sides to have a Mando that made it hard to use the light side of the Force in a fight."*Dred looks at Piteos when he says that.*"Maybe that's something you could help with. Third is to be named after everything has gone down and we all got what we wanted, and is non-negotiable. Once you agree to these conditions, I can get started on infiltrating Intalbo's Forces. Then I can take the Helm and lead my people as they should be led. As warriors."
*Dred again looks back over at Piteos*
"Su'cuy ner'tat, Ni gai Aliit'alor Dred Vizsla. Aliit'alor Kry'tsad."
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Adi
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Oct 9, 2013 21:13:16 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 9, 2013 21:13:16 GMT -8
Good, straight to the point...and the terms were fair. At least he wasn't demanding anything too unattainable. At least the guy wasn't too demanding...and just MAYBE Piteos could help with the armor.
"So long as my friend here is willing to help with your armor, consider it done. All I ask in return is that this Holy War is ended...permanently."
Matango gave a slight inner shudder as he spoke the final phrase. This was victory at all costs, it would appear...enlisting the help of a paranoid/schizophrenic darksided sorcerer, a Mandalorian, and a ragtag crew of Jedi against what could possibly be thousands of Mandalorians....and there was about to be a kicker.
"First, you need to send a message to him that you may know who hit the MMP, and plotted the 'baat attack. Give it two days for us to return home, and give the Manda'lor information that you have tracked the contingent of Jedi that blew up the mobile mining platform back to the Colonies. Yes, that means he will track us back to our base, but it also means you have a valid piece of very solid intel. I'm quite sure that he will send someone slamming in on us, so we will be ready for it. We have enough there that we can slip away pretty rapidly.
Does that help?"
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Oct 9, 2013 21:24:55 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 21:24:55 GMT -8
"Never confuse our acquaintance as being a friendly one Adieumus. I can attend to the armor, it will take some time, but it can be done here on Bimm with ease." *Piteos first statement was said looking directly at Adieumus, he was not this man's friend, and as far as Piteos was concerned he had no friends. No this man was just a means to an end, just as this war, and just as this meeting. Piteos' eyes flick back to the bottle of wine, and scanned to see if anyone was looking at the group in the rose tinted make shift mirror.*"I would suggest you lend me your armor so I can make the necessary preparations alone. Afterwords I can contact you so that the ritual can be completed. In exchange for this, I would like some information that you may or may not readily have concerning a certain group of unfavourables that have a pretty tag on their heads."
*Piteos paused for a moment before looking back to the Mandalorian.* "I would also like to be present, and if not present have a message relayed, that the brother of Iniquitous played a hand in Ashrah's death and ruining of his plans." *Piteos cold tone reflected the detachment that he had. Already he was trying to formulate where to get the blood for the armor, it would have to come from an innocent in order to be most effective in what the man needed. This was why he had to do this alone, from the statements the man had made earlier Piteos could tell that he would be against the killing of a child for his armour. But, in war you either break through boundaries, lie about breaking them, or die beneath them.*
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Oct 9, 2013 21:44:27 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 9, 2013 21:44:27 GMT -8
*Then it was settled. They have come to terms. Now it was time to put them into motion. The third condition which was non-negotiable was the real reason he wanted to get approved. Something that will have to be agreed upon, even if it wasn't acceptable. It would mean that he would be the number one enforcer if it did. Dred almost snarls as he smiles.*
"Then we have an accord. I'll let him know the details giving you and your people the time they need to set up your trap. Meanwhile, I make a nuisance of myself gaining the trust of Intalbo. Just enough to set up an ambush."
*Dred looks back over at Piteous.*
"I can give you the Armor. It's in my ship. I'm aware your going to have to do dark things to make it happen. As I said, the innocent and the guilty sometimes have to be sacrificed to convey an iron resolve to win. I may not agree with the means, but it will end this conflict. As for being present or relaying a message, I can do that. Who knows, the both of you might be able to get a killing blow in on him. As for this info, I will tell you almost anything I know."
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Oct 9, 2013 21:55:30 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 21:55:30 GMT -8
*Piteos nods, and chuckles at the man's words.* "No worries, I lack certain moral stipulations as Adieumus. This task is nothing new to me, and I need to gather my own things while doing this as well. I will go get what is necessary, and I will meet you outside of this place when I have it all. You can reach me on this com frequency 5649ff3."
*Piteos stood up and went to the restroom, taking the mostly full bottle of wine with him as he goes. A few short moments later he was seen leaving the restroom, the bottle of wine completely empty. He would use it to store the blood in, he had intended for this in the beginning. Piteos headed out of the bar and into the bustling night life of Glastro.*
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Oct 9, 2013 22:13:30 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 22:13:30 GMT -8
*Piteos had made his way to his TIE/D Defender, and upon reaching it opened up the exterior storage hatch. His beskar'gam sat there waiting for him, the matte black with silver trim around the T-visor sat there staring into him. Durak Mandalo, his birth name, had worn this armour for sometime before and after slaying the ones who had raised him on Mandalore. Once he had dressed himself in his beskar'gam and buy'ce he headed back to the city. He would have to find a youth, anyone too old would not suffice as they would undoubtedly not be a complete innocent.*
*He looked for what would be hopefully a house with children, finally finding one with its front yard holding a small play ground for children. It seemed to be a low income house, so worrying about alarms would be low. He approached the house crouched low, all of the interior lights were off. He wore on his right hand his patented taser beskar gauntlet, and clutched in his left was his Verpine shatter pistol. He found a decent window that he could easily get through and had a limited view from the street.*
*Holstering his verpine pistol, he began to meditate placing his left hand on the glass. He focused on bringing forth heat into his hand, an amount of heat that would vaporize flesh and melt through even some of the strongest metals. He targets the Force Blast on the window, melting it in split seconds. The blaze around his hand lingered while he fought with his focus to extinguish the flames.*
*Once the window was gone along with the flames Piteos rolled inside of the house. He had first considered breaking the glass to gain entry however that would awake and alarm the family. As of now none of them had a clue that a thief had crept in to steal their lives. He approached what would be the master bedroom, and found the mother and father coddled together in bed.*
PFFT PFFT
*Both the parents now laid together in the same position, the only difference was twin pools of blood seeping into their pillows. He turned and headed to the only other room in the house. His verpine pistol now holstered and the bottle of wine set on the floor at the foot of the sleeping girl's bed. Cold cruel silver eyes reflected back to him from beneath his buy'ce. Not even a grimace was seen as he began stringing a rope up over the bed, nor when he covered the girl's mouth as he slipped the knot around her feet. Pushing his right hand into her hip, and clenching his fist he tasered the girl with enough ampage to knock her out long enough.*
*After pulling the rope up to have the girl suspended in the air, Piteos brought out his tanto and grabbed the empty wine bottle. A slight incision was made on the girls jugular and the bottle was placed at the mouth of the wound. Piteos stood there unblinking as the bottle filled up to the neck. He turned away letting the remainder of the girl's life force slip out of her onto the still warm bed. Corking the bottle, Piteos left the house the same way he had entered...in the shadows of a moonless night.*
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Oct 9, 2013 22:24:48 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 22:24:48 GMT -8
*Piteos headed to a local hotel and checked in at the desk. He booked under An Trua Dubh, and headed up to his room. He ran the water tap hot and set the bottle in it. He would need to keep it somewhat warm, so that it would not spoil. It would not matter, but having it stay in a mostly liquid form would make the ritual a much easier task. Having done this Piteos moved to the center of the room and sat in a position of meditation. He would wait for the mysterious figure to contact him regarding the location of his armour, and he focus on regaining the control over the dark wisps of the Force that swirled about him akin to a vortex.*
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Oct 10, 2013 9:14:13 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 10, 2013 9:14:13 GMT -8
*Piteos headed to a local hotel and checked in at the desk. He booked under An Trua Dubh, and headed up to his room. He ran the water tap hot and set the bottle in it. He would need to keep it somewhat warm, so that it would not spoil. It would not matter, but having it stay in a mostly liquid form would make the ritual a much easier task. Having done this Piteos moved to the center of the room and sat in a position of meditation. He would wait for the mysterious figure to contact him regarding the location of his armour, and he focus on regaining the control over the dark wisps of the Force that swirled about him akin to a vortex.* |
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Oct 10, 2013 9:19:07 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 10, 2013 9:19:07 GMT -8
*Piteos receives Dred's message and begins to head out of the hotel room, grabbing the bottle of blood that he had acquired earlier in the night. He makes his way towards the designated location, still wearing his beskar'gam and buy'ce. Finally he arrives and sees the man standing outside of his spacecraft.* "I have the necessary requirements, all I need now is your armor." *He holds up the bottle of blood and a small vial filled with greenish liquid as he speaks. Moving closer to the man he takes a kneeling position waiting for the armour to be set in front of him. He slides one of his lightsabers out and carves a circle to have the armour placed within.*
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Oct 10, 2013 9:31:09 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 10, 2013 9:31:09 GMT -8
*Dred sees the man in his beskar'gam, and a slight hot rage comes over him. Normally he didn't like seeing dar'jetti in beskar, and the added feral rage from the Vornskr growth hormones didn't help either, but he maintained. He slowly came to control and realized that it was his armor. The only way anyone gets it is by earning it. His rage turns to disappointment, but nevertheless he takes out a large metal crate and sets it down. He puts in a code and places his hand to recognize his hand print. The Crate opens and reveals his Black and Red armor. Set up nicely, like someone who takes a lot of pride in his heritage. He takes it out and sets it up very nicely and cautiously in the circle where Piteos told him to set it.*
"All yours, dar'jetti. Do what you are good at."
*Dred takes a cautious step back. He's never Seen Sith Magic before. So he braces himself for something terrible.*
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Oct 10, 2013 10:27:53 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 10, 2013 10:27:53 GMT -8
"Let's begin..."
*Piteos uncorks the bottle of blood and begins by lightly pouring it into the groove circle he had etched out with his lightsaber. After filling the circle he set the bottle back down, and held his hands over the suit of armour closing his eyes as he did so. His breathing becomes deeper as his nostrils flare with each breath taken, he forms a triangle with his index fingers touching each other and the thumbs doing the same creating the base of a pyramid. Slowly what appears to be steam lofts up from the blood moat around the armour.*
*Opening his eyes he unfastens the leather backing revealing the inner facing side of the plate. Taking the green vial he dips a glass stem into it, and lightly traces a few emblems inside the armour. Bubbles hiss as some of the armour is lightly corroded away by the acidic substance Piteos had used to draw the various diagrams. He drew them on the inside of the armour so as to not be revealed to Dred's vode. He then cups his hand and fills it with blood, taking the pieces that he had just burnt into he smears the blood across the inner lay of the armour. Refastening the beskar'gam to the leather he turns to the next piece and continues this process until every beskar plate had been bound with the same seal.*
*After he had inscribed the seal within the armour, he laid out all the pieces in front of him. Taking the bottle of blood in his hand he prepares to pour. His eyes flash to Dred and he speaks in the usual cold voice but with a harshness that demanded urgent action.* "Form a funnel with your hands over each item so that I can pour this blood through your hands onto your armour. After each piece has been coated in this manner let your armour only out to dry at night. Once the blood has dried, come to me wearing the armour and it will function as you requested."
*Once Dred forms his hands as Piteos asked, he begins finishing the ritual. There were no spoken words to this ritual until the blood had dried, only then would the blood magic have run its course and the enchantment could be activated.*
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Oct 10, 2013 12:07:12 GMT -8
Post by Miras on Oct 10, 2013 12:07:12 GMT -8
Easing his X-83 into an empty berth, Miras took note of the two nearly identical fighters nearby. 'I'm late,' he thought with a grimace. It took him a few moments to shut down the engines and other systems, and then he popped the hatch and swung out onto the ladder welded to the hull. Dropping to the greasy duracrete floor of the spaceport, he steadied the lightsaber hilt on his belt with one hand and turned to survey the area. Adieumus was nowhere in sight, but he could feel the older man's presence nearby.
He turned to leave and nearly collided with a massive Duros squeezed into the gray flightsuit of an engineer.
"Human," The alien rumbled, folding its burly arms. "You weren't going to just leave without paying the docking fee, were you?"
Actually, that was exactly what Miras had intended to do, but now it looked like he'd have to dip into his stores of credits. Sighing in irritation, the Corellian pulled a credit voucher from the pocket of his shorts and handed it over. "There. Now, if you wouldn't mind." He gave a pointed stare toward the exit, and the Duros sidled out of the way with a dull glare. Muttering under his breath, Miras shouldered past him and headed out into the city.
From there, it was simple enough to follow Adi's presence through the winding streets and alleys. His senses were nowhere near refined enough to pinpoint the man's location, but the force guided him all the same. Several times he veered off to the right or left when he believed it to be the correct way to go, and twice his neck tingled as he went the wrong way. Eventually he was stepping through the door of a smoky, dimly lit cantina that was crowded with various unsavory types.
Adieumus was sitting alone at a booth along the back wall.
Lighting a cigarette as he approached, Miras took the seat opposite him and shrugged in apology.
"I know, I'm late. Blew some fuselage and had to come out of hyperspace for a few hours so the astromech could make repairs."
Blowing out a cloud of smoke, he waved over a server droid and then turned back to Adieumus.
"Why are we here, Master?"
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