Another night, same old nightmare

[Tharaht Zhinthet]

A feeling of reliefe flow through Tharaht´s body as the hooded man kneel before him, in a really calm and helpful way. The power sensation he felt, that agressive feeling he thought the man was showing, was nowhere to be found now, just emptyness and a man trying to help him, extending his arm, lending a hand.

As the boy reach out to him, the hooded man´s words sounded like something he was expecting. Didn´t know quite well what power he was talking about, but he could imagina. His nightmares were more than vivid everytime he has them, and everything was always a mess around him when they show up....always wierd.

"Im...thank you. My name´s Tharaht Zhinthet..." he said as he reached out to the man infront of him. "I cant explain it...sir, but i feel like...i senced something when you came around. Something changed, something wanted to get loose...keep having this dream..."

Tharaht couldn´t avoid noticing the hollow piece of armor posing as the man´s arm, as he was grabbing it to stand up. He lifted his sight with a mix of awe and horror, but never dubting, raised with the man and decided almost blindly to follow him from now on....

"Who...what are you? Are you real or is this just another nightmare?"

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis stood, slowly pulling the boy to his feet as well so he could gain his own balance.

“I assure you I am no nightmare... though many men would disagree.”

Prazutis looked down at the boy just another moment before turning towards the door.

“Come with me... there is nothing more here for either of us.”

Pulling out a communicator, Prazutis ensured that most of the crowd had migrated away from the bar as he stepped outside, looking towards the spaceports and his shuttle a moment before turning his attention to the communicator, recording a message.

“Captain, the supplier for the corrupt officials has been dealt with. I’ll be returning to Prakith momentarily... along with some new potential I’ve discovered along the way.”

Prazutis walked towards the spaceport, looking back to ensure the boy was following behind.

[Tharaht Zhinthet]

Concern and excitment where the things Tharaht was feeling right now. Concerne of now being in the hands of a complete stranger but excited cuz of the new avdenture he is now getting into. Not his ideal first choice when he left the comfort of his home but, something that in that moment felt completly right to do.

"Glad to follow...didnt hear your name..."

As he stand up and follow the hooded man, Tharaht took a look around noticing the mess the place was. Not other person than both of them and the newly corpse of the barman, lying on a side, made him slow down for a moment and remember his granda Corine for a minute.

All the things she was always preaching to him as a young one, how to not let anybody get in his head or under his skin to provoke him. How to control his impulses and emoti....and every thought flew away as he saw that great shuttle that was waiting for them. He couldnt tell if it was the best ship out there, but it was certainly the best he ever saw, the ones he only new where the cargo ships in which he traveled, the way he got to Nar Shadaa a few days ago.

Tharaht couldn´t help feeling an adrenaline rush through his body, the feeling of finally being able to go out his comfort and live, like Corine used to tell him. He ready his clothes once again and hurry behind this strange man who now felt like the one who could show him the gallaxy and who know what more about himself.

"That´s a nice ship you got there mister....how should i call you?"

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis looked over the ship briefly as the loading ramp slowly dropped for the two. The ship didn’t hold a candle to the shine and glamour of his lambda shuttles, though glamour isn’t exactly his preference in a ship, but to those not used to flying through the galaxy, he supposed it was a sight to see.

“Call me Prazutis...” He said, walking up the ramp. His thoughts began drifting to what the other inquisitors would say, what they would think about him of all people training a youngling...

But as he removed the black cowl, the imperial insignias on his shoulders and on his left pectoral plate now clearly visible, Prazutis turned to the boy.

He let go of the black cowl, bringing the force to return it to its place and bringing his high inquisitor cape around his neck plates, clipping it on with his own metal gloves.

“Once we get back to Prakith, I will urge the Empire to begin your training with myself.”

[Tharaht Zhinthet]

Still amazed by the looks of the ship, Tharaht starts thinking and imagining how this, his new adventure, will develope. Finally and after some time, the now no more hoodded man turns tu him and let go his first words at him.... "Call me Prazutis..." he said, letting the boy with a funny look on his face, he has never heard of such a name.

"Well, nice to meet you Sir...." he spoke back at the man, now taking a good look at the mans hidden clothes beneath his cowl and the cape he was wearing, noticing a well amount of what it looks like, militar insignias. Tharaht´s thought now wadering around the fact that, he just have crossed paths with a millitary man, something that brought a thought back at his head. All those year back at Corellia, being lecture by his grandma after some misschieving behaviours around the streets of his home planet. Always remembering the same phrase... "Keep that thing going, boy, and i swear i´ll throw you at the militar academy! You´ll know what discipline is!.." Such good memories....

As the ship took off, Tharaht couldn´t hide his face, looking like a little kid infront of a candystore. In his mind, tho, the thought of what he might have been getting into, following a militia man could get things really interesting but he wasn´t really sure about the discipline part of it. Corine´s words were funny and spoken in a joking way but, secretly he was always afraid of it happening. His brief encounters with the law were not that important but a bit frightening.

Still he could´t kep his senses off of the man. The way he was making some things move, the continuos feeling of that something that draw him to this stranger, and the mention of him having powers, uncontroled powers, it all helped clear his mind of everything, and let his curiosity take over and follow through.

"Can´t wait to see where are we going...Prakith you said, right? never heard of it..." the boy replayed as his thought now roam around the idea of him being trained. What will it be like? Military training, something even more special? He was just way too eager to start....

[Neive Undant]

The ship exited the atmosphere of the Hutt planet, sitting in orbit for a moment while the pilot droid plotted out a course for the ship to head back home with. Prazutis thought long and hard about what he would be facing when they made it to the Inquisitorious homeworld... he was sure there would be opposition to him training another in the ways of the force. But this wasn't the first time he had brought a force user back from his travels, meeting them along the way and bringing them back for training by the inquisitorious... but this boy seemed different. Like putty, to be molded and formed by his experience into something far more than he could ever currently imagine... these things took time, but with Prazutis at the forefront of his training...

This boy would make an excellent inquisitor, or so Prazutis thought.

The high Inquisitor observed him for a moment, the child-like expression of wonder as the ship jumped to hyperspace. Such wonder had no place in a galactic war, but in a way, he remembered the days he would have that same expression... back before the destruction of Dathomir.

On the ship went, towards Prakith... towards the unknown.

(OOC: After you register, apply for a place in the Galactic Empire. Once your application has been accepted, I believe myself and Doren can get another thread going with you on Prakith itself)