Theed

*Shawn did not turn his gaze from the water, his cold emerald eyes staring back at himself. He couldn't help but wonder what he truly gained all those years on Dagobah. He was so different than Gavin. He knew there was feeling there, something more. It was the something he lacked. And he knew it was the something that had caused Gavin to drop him here. He didn't stay and Shawn understood why. Only he could bring that change in his life. He needed to open up, needed to get involved with others. Thinking on the offer she had given him, it seemed now was the best place to start.* "Problems are always there, I suppose." *Taking a deep breath, he finally looked away from himself and to her.* "I guess I'll take you up on that offer."

*Shawn nodded as he motioned for he to lead the way. He didn't say anything at first, choosing only to follow and make their way back to the cafe. Many thoughts continued to plague his mind, but he kept them to his self. Instead he thought upon her words about suddenly leaving with no word.* "I would advise against leaving like that. I know you want to go and want your parents to understand, but it would end badly that way. Your parents would become very worried; there's no telling how it could affect them."

*Shawn followed Ashelynn up the street. He had expected to go through the front door, but was surprised when she walked around the back. Slowly they made their way around, going up the steps until they came to the door. Walking in, he looked around to all the points she made around the room. He had to admit it was a nice room. He dropped his bag on the ground. Looking back to her he gave her a smile and nodded.* "Thank you. Hopefully me being here won't cause any more trouble."

Now that they were at destination, Forcias parked the airspeeder to where others were sitting, before even getting off, since he still had a hold of her hand considering she slipped hers in his earlier, he briefly turned on his seat to face her and he looked at her as if he was about to announce the most important thing that the universe was about to hear.

“Okay, let’s get a few things straight,” Forcias began to say as he removed his aviator sunglasses – that he conveniently put on before heading to Theed – and let those sit atop his head. “First of all, your example about the white lie is completely silly.” He said sincerely before frowning, there were no traces of humor on his features, and yes he had decided to go with the obtuse route right then and there. “For having seen your butt up close and knowing it very intimately, I don’t see what you could put on to make your butt look fat.” Forcias shut his mouth for a moment and arched his eyebrow before smirking.

His expression softened from that seriousness that was there a few moments ago. “But fine, I get it, although I still think you butt is perfect.” Shrugging nonchalantly, he put his sunglasses back on and took a deep breath.

“Now since you seem fond of that word falumpaset, how about you say it again when we actually do ride one tomorrow or before we leave this place?” Forcias suggested thoughtfully before he finally let go of her hand and got out of the airspeeder with her, automatically he went to her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her close to him. “Where to first, navigator?” Asked he with a warm smile.

. . . And Forcias found out that he really, but really wasn’t an art person. He was listening with attention but really just no even if there were some parts that interested him; he had actually preferred to be tossed in a pit full of rancor than tour a museum. . . At least he was trying new things, right? But really he preferred being in a spaceship or even under water or just doing something that required his strength and stamina. If Horsea found out that he had been through an art museum, he knew that she would be laughing her ass off.

Everything beside the art though, was still a good time, from the gondola tour to overall just spend that time with her. He was glad to have followed her that very morning and not just stay there back at the cabin doing nothing. . .

Now that they were back at the airspeeder, Forcias got in and pursed his lips thoughtfully before looking at Lucy with a very serious expression. “Before I answer that. . .” Began to say Forcias thoughtfully, he did not want to actually say anything bad right now, or even say a white lie because that wouldn’t work for this occasion. “Please let’s not have another museum tour.” Forcias finally said bluntly while he made a face, he clearly wasn’t an art kind of guy, seriously though but everything else, which caused him to smile affectionately before he placed his hands on her cheeks. “The rest was great, so thank you for showing me a good time.” He leaned over to peck her lips softly before he pulled back and smiled warmly.

Now back to the nitty gritty part of the remainder of their evening, on where to eat, actually he did notice a place where he could just hang out for a bite. He could have sworn he might have noticed a place there or maybe he was mistaken because he was too taken by being with Lucy. . . “How about we check out the Broadberry Meadow, tonight?” Suggested Forcias thoughtfully before smirking at the other idea he had. He turned to look at her with a mischievous expression and smirked.

“Or we could actually go to Kaadara and you can just let me enjoy seeing you in a bikini?” Nibbling his lower lip before chuckling, Forcias took her hand and kissed the back of hers affectionately.

Forcias let out a sigh of relief when he found out that even Lucy had been bored during their tour at the art museum, but his sigh of relief was short-lived when she punched his shoulder and he glanced at her with dramatic flourish. “You have chosen it, and we were already there.” Forcias muttered before taking a deep breath while he started the airspeeder to make their way back towards the cabin. “I should have probably pushed you in a dark corner. . .” Added on Forcias before rolling his eyes playfully, next time then if and when he found something boring, he might actually do something like that.

Right now though even though he was still piloting, he had wrapped an arm around her and just held her against him, it was just he rolled, he was certain that he could even pilot this without his hands but he wasn’t going to tempt that at all anyways, he could be crazy but he wasn’t that crazy.

“Mmmm. . .” Concurred Forcias to her statement that the day wasn’t over just yet. If they had a great day insofar despite how it had even started originally and now that he was having that prospect of seeing her in a bikini back in Kaadara, well that really made him smirk. Although at one of her statements, he bit his lower lip and briefly closed his eyes before clearing his throat.

“My dearest sexy butt.” Began Forcias factually as he briefly glanced at her with a knowing expression. “Are you really sure that you will be able to correctly tan overall but at the lake, because,” He arched his eyebrow and chuckled nervously. “Things happen when you are naked, that causes me to be naked also and then, the staring completely goes out of the window.”

Forcias knew that much, most of the time he couldn’t really resist her at all so he was definitely going to take that solution she had presented Kaadara with babes in bikini not that he would even care that much and surfer dudes for her. “Let’s pack and do exactly that. . .” Said he after her suggestion while he continued to lead them to the cabin. . .

Approximately 12 years ago, Coronet, Corellia...

Tears streaked his bloodied face.

Raindrops hammered down on a scene painted in gray, a single boy huddled over the cold form of a pale woman. Red dots lined her inner arm like intricate tattoos. A syringe still protruded from her arm, depressed and empty. "You can't hurt me now," he babbled, "no one can hurt me now." The dreary Corellian day offered few to witness the somber scene, but the man who did knew him immediately.

Gray haired and overflowing with compassion, the elderly man recalled the boy from his market stall. "Alkor!" he called out. The child stared numbly up at him. "Alkor, what happened here?"

His hurried run halted when he saw it. Evidence of a struggle, fingernail indentations where the boy had strangled the life from the drug addled woman. The man went pale. "She hit me again," came the raspy response, "and again."

"Have you eaten?" he asked rhetorically. Bones appeared ready to rip free from the youth's sides with every breath. "Alkor, come with me. Let's get you fed."

"No," he replied softly, "I will not rely on anyone else. Not ever again."

"Alkor?" the old man turned slowly to see the boy drag a knife from the corpse. "Alkor! Put it down!"

"I'm strong," he asserted angrily. "I will show you my strength, like I showed her."

Screams swallowed them both.

Present Day, Theed

"Not ever again."

Alkor slowly took in the city as he stepped off the transport. Theed rarely changed. Rustic buildings of modest height decorated either side of the street. Windows carved from stained glass filtered beautiful, colored pictures onto the street as he walked. The warm sunlight burned in stark contrast with his thoughts.

He looked markedly different from most spacers, and even most Jedi. Almost Sithlike in attire, his robes appeared dirty and ancient, which gave them a certain sense of modesty. What set him truly apart was a grave indifference etched in his features. A rugged calm beset Alkor as he trudged past guard and dignitary alike, woefully disinterested in any imminent plight that might face him.

The wind tossed his chestnut hair as he turned a corner and bowed his head. "I sense..." the words dripped from his lips almost unbidden as images of disjointed conflict shimmered in his mind's eye. Bodies without faces railed toward each other in mortal combat, and the scene bled into oblivion. His gaze hardened on the ground. "They're here," he grunted.

"Ah, well."