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***Ansion System, Churnis Sector, Mid Rim, Grid Coordinates I-6***

Peace, tranquility, freedom, and calm were foreign to Arruna until she finally managed to free her sister and patched up their estranged relationship. It seemed up until now; those three things were always going to be foreign to the Twi'lek. Her whole life had been a tumultuous asteroid field and supernova of epic proportions it seemed.

From being sold into slavery at a young age because of her father's gambling problem to joining the Sith after she had freed herself from her slaver after murdering him to her short stint as a pirate, Arruna had known nothing of those things.

In all honesty, Arruna had thought she had found them as a Sith Acolyte, only to realize that she had simply traded one set of chains for another. She had managed to find her sister, but when she originally had done so, her sister saw what the Sith had made her, a monster. Arruna hadn't understood that until the aftermath of the murder of her own parents and siblings. In a fit of rage and based on a belief that her parents had given up on her sister and Arruna herself, she had murdered them heartlessly and in cold blood. In the aftermath, she had ultimately found out that they had never given up on her sister and her after all and in fact had hired someone to find them. However, when she saw her sister cringe in fright after Arruna had freed her from slavery and for quite some time wanted nothing to do with Arruna, it was then her eyes had been opened to the fact that Arruna had indeed become a monster after all. Hindsight is definitely 20/20 and for a long time, Arruna tried to restore her sister's trust in her. That had led Arruna to abandon the Sith and do a brief stint as a pirate. It was indeed a very tumultuous time.

Now that Arruna now saw her sister happily married and a mother of two, Arruna had witnessed a quick taste of peace, calm, tranquility, and freedom. She had managed to rebuild her and her sister's estranged relationship and loved her nieces and nephews to death.

But that was all short-lived because Arruna wanted more, like always it seemed.

Arruna longed for the stability that her sister had, stability that doing odd jobs here and there and waitressing hadn't provided. Arruna longed for some of the power and prestige she had when she had been a Sith. She longed for happiness that was her own and not because someone she loved was doing well. She longed to make a difference and help those that she could. And with her meager incomes from doing this and that, that wasn't feasible. She longed to belong somewhere and not flounder in life like she felt like she was doing. After all, Arruna had been given another chance to make something of her life, and this was not it. Yes, she loved her nieces and nephews and would do anything to protect them as well as her sister, but surely, she was meant for more than that?

She felt like she was wasting her life away and wanted to help more people if she could. Arruna had freed slaves and had helped them acclimate to their new freedom during her stints as a freelancer and pirate even though she was still trying to acclimate herself. Arruna knew there was so much more to learn, but without any mentor in sight, it seemed her abilities were going to waste.

The problems were doing what and where. She didn't belong anywhere it seemed. Arruna felt alone and like an outcast except for her sister and her family.

Truthfully why shouldn't she? She could never be expected to stifle her emotions like Jedi or forego attachments when she loved her sister and her sister's family too much. After all, Arruna vowed to never lose her again, no matter what it would take. There was no taking that back.

And on the other hand, yes Arruna longed for power and prestige like so many Sith, but she was not nearly as heartless, cruel, and fanatical as they were. Yes, she still wanted to kill and smite everyone in the universe involved in the slave trade, but that was the only revenge she really sought. So going back to the Sith was not going to happen. She wasn't going to be their puppet ever again. There was no way she would ever willingly shackle herself to the monster that they had made her become again.

She was simply somewhere smack middle in the two philosophies it seemed, and that was a problem especially since she wanted to learn so much more about the Force.

She had done a stint as a pirate, and that wasn't bad compared to everything else, but she honestly still never quite felt like home there and stability wasn't going to be a byproduct of piracy most likely. She wanted a family eventually of her own, and being a pirate wasn't going to help her accomplish that in her mind.

She had thought about the Empire at one time after having seen how happy the Galactic Empire officer had made her sister. But back then there had also been Doren who had solidified her positive outlook on the Empire at that time. He had helped her before and was a skilled officer, but also a good person in her mind. However, even then, Arruna still had some misgivings about government entities which is why she hesitated.

Plus, honestly if she joined the Galactic Empire, (if they would even have her) what could she even offer them?

Yes, she was pretty good (at least in her mind) with intel gathering, working in the shadows as an assassin, etc. as she did those things as both a Sith and pirate, but even though she thought she was pretty good at that, Arruna didn’t have a passion for it. She had much preferred doing her own side missions (without authority to do so mind you) of tracking down slavers, taking them out, freeing slaves, and helping them acclimate to their newfound freedom after having accomplished her assigned mission goals. And that hadn’t always gone over too well with her superiors if they ever found out. Plus, again, a life as an assassin/intel gatherer/spy was most definitely not conducive to eventually having a family of her own or stability.

She never fancied herself soldier-like. Arruna most wasn’t some fantastic military strategist and was much better when she wasn’t on the frontlines of battles. She worked better in the shadows for sure. Plus, she had little schooling since she had been a slave so long so what good would she be as a researcher or medic?

However, she had been a pretty fast learner when it had come to structured Force lessons from her Master as a Sith. She had loved the pursuit of learning and finding secrets to help her better herself and others so it was possible that it could manifest once again if given proper training and education. Maybe.

With no guidance and being as lost as she was, Arruna hadn’t improved much at all.
So, in all honesty she was no closer to having answered where she should go from here. She needed guidance, but where was it when she probably needed it most?

Meditations hadn’t helped. Her sister had tried to help but wasn’t very good at it because she had never had truly understood what Arruna had been through thus far. Arruna had no real friends because to this day she still had trust issues and was afraid to open up to people outside of her sister, especially with her back history.

Arruna contemplated going back to school but felt like she was too old for that at this point in her life. Plus, there was the problem that she had no idea what her concentration would even be. Also, what place would even have her with her tumultuous background?
So many questions, and still no answers had manifested. So, what was she to do?

She sighed melancholily as she changed into her work clothes for yet another bartender shift at a local cantina and headed to work. She had to pay the bills somehow after all.

Surely, this new chance she had been given wasn’t always going to be this way, was it? Something had to give.
Arruna truly felt she was meant for much more than to just be a guardian and protector of her sister and her sister’s family. However, the question remained, what was she meant to be.
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Piyanzi Cantina, Late Evening

As she strolled into work and clocked in, she rubbed her temples ever slightly. Arruna had just arrived, and already the place was packed and a zillion orders were being flung her way at once. Plus the cantina was short-staffed tonight it seemed and rowdier than normal.
Oh boy is this going to be a long night! Surely this is not how my life is supposed to turn out with this new chance! Arruna said inwardly as she rushed around frantically filling orders as fast as she could.

When she managed to finally have a moment of peace, late at night, near closing time as she wiped off the bar, she whispered to herself having assumed it was out of earshot of anyone:

“This is better than slavery for sure and it could be worse I suppose. But truthfully it seems to me all my life I have only exchanged one set of chains for another. The latest being rude and rowdy customers, poor tips, self-doubt, and uncertainty of the future. Surely, I’m meant for more than this after all I have been through and experienced in my life? I just don’t know where to go from here with this new chance.”

She sighed once more as she began to restock the bar back as she continued slowly working on her side work so perhaps, she might be able to get home at a reasonable time for once.

“Gosh, I really wish one of my previous mentors was here to help guide me. Sheesh, honestly, I would be okay even with a new one at this point. Something has got to give.”

She longed for an answer from the Force or something, but it probably wasn’t going to happen….

“Don’t worry, boys, next round’s on me!” Called an imperial officer in the tavern.

While few troopers patrolled the roads in the area, the cantina seemed to be more and more a meeting place for the local officers coming to spend the credits that lined their deep pockets, and to find women that they didn’t have to worry about disposing of after having their way with them.

One such officer was Lieutenant Lamenston, a fairly new officer that had a reputation for being a little “rough” with the women that were willing to bed him.

The Lieutenant threw a bundle of credits to the table, laughing as he took another drink, a few other officers around him smiling at their free drinks. Even for the rich, free was good to them.

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“Sir, I don’t believe this is a good time, you know how unruly the officers get when they drink,” an office assistant was speaking, following someone as he walked towards the cantina.

“Then it is his own fault for drinking himself stupid. I’m here on orders from the Empress herself, steward, now step aside,” said Prazutis, who walked past the man finally and, with the force, pulled the doors open just hard enough that they slammed with a loud BANG! against the frame without damaging them.

The Lieutenant and the other officers looked at the door and froze, seeing the black armor and spiked helmet.

A young woman in her early 20's with long blonde hair to her waist entered the cantina. She wore dark gray robes and hidden underneath was a most revealing silver outfit of what looked like silver loin cloths and a matching silver crop top, while leaving bare hips on the sides. She also had matching skin tight high styled silver boots and a silver bag hanging off the side of her hips. Underneath unknown to anyone, she had hidden her lightspear for protection. At first glance, Kita did not appear as a threat. But unknown to those around this planet, she was Lord Tormentous's main apprentice. Despite being on empire grounds, the young sith was not concerned. Very few knew her other then the Jedi and some of the Galactic Alliance.

Alongside the apprentice was a female togruta with yellow skin and bright green eyes. She wore a simple orange tank top and tan jeans with a matching tan jacket and boots. She had a simple pistol in a Holster on her left hip.

"I'm exausted. I don't know why I bothered to go looking around for a gift." Kita said in annoyance. "I end up with nothing, and you have your arms filled with bags!" Kita shook her head and sighed before approaching the bar. Her faded blue gaze briefly glanced at the officers who hung out enjoying their drink at a nearby table, a brow cocking upwards at the idiots who allowed themselves to drink themselves into stupidity. "There is always some of those men hanging around it seems. she thought.

As Kita sat down, she glanced at the blue skinned twi'lek. "Whiskey please." She asked as she waved her left hand. Her robes sleeve slid down her arm as she rested it on the table with her head in her palm, revealing the scars around her wrists from shackles from her year in the spire after being separated from Jacobi Wylcott during a mandolorian war about almost 3 years back.

Vidaa sat down next to her with a large smile on her face in jest. "Perhaps you're to picky?"
Setting her bags beside her seat on the floor, the togruta couldn't help but have a little fun with her master's undecisivness.
Despite the fact Kita was a sith, the two had grown to be good friends. Both had been trapped in the spire. And they shared a bond since the day Kita had scared the guard half to death with the threat of her saber. Vidaa had not expected a sith to come to her rescue, or to find her master was not what she seemed. Rather she was a woman just barely surviving to stay mentally afloat.

Kita smiled back at Vidaa's comment. "When you have someone you love? Yes. You are bound to be picky in getting a gift for them."

Minutes after receiving a small glass of whiskey, Kita began to feel uneasy. Her senses were telling her their was trouble approaching. "Vidaa...whatever happens, take cover if things begin to get dangerous around here. I don't want you to get hurt."

The togruta nodded in reply silently, not bothering to question her master's comment.

Resting her hand on the hilt of her lightspear underneath her robe, Silvanius remained quiet and calm.
With a loud bang of the doors, the young apprentices eyes glanced over to see a man dressed in black armor and a spiked helmet. His presence seemed to quiet the fools at the table nearby. She didn't know who this man was, but obviously he must have had some sort of power around these parts of the empire.

Why of all times, is the blasted place getting busy again? It is almost closing time. Don’t these people have homes to go to or jobs to do? This is ridiculous! Arruna said inwardly as she frantically raced off to take the order and serve it to a young woman who didn't look much older than Arruna herself that had just snuck in with a Togruta companion. Thankfully it wasn’t too hard of an order, and the blue Twi’lek was able to fill it relatively quickly. A glass of whiskey was easy enough.

And honestly, anything else was better than dealing with those boisterous, rude officers at the far table in Arruna’s mind.

Arruna had met many an Imperial officer and/or official at the cantina but none were as annoying and rude as that bunch. NONE.

Sheesh, her own sister was happily married to an officer and had a wonderful family with him and he always treated her sister like a queen. That and then not to mention there had been Doren. Doren had always been so kind and helpful to her. She honestly missed Doren, another good Imperial Officer and person in general, just like her brother-in-law. Doren always had been one of the very few people she always trusted. That and Colton Hunter. Arruna often wondered what became of them. It had been an eternity since she had heard from either or seen them.

In other words, that bunch over there was the polar opposite of those three, by a longshot, especially the one who appeared to be the youngest of the bunch. Truthfully, if someone sauntered in and shot or cut each and every last one of them down at that table, she would give the murderer free drinks on the house for eternity and throw a grandiose party in the murder’s name. She hated them that much, almost as much as she hated the Sith and slavers, almost….

Arruna would have rather be tortured to near-death, resurrected a thousand times, then tortured again than deal with their ridiculous ploys to get her to go with them after work every night. Did they really think she was that naïve? They obviously didn’t know what Arruna was really capable of. Very few did.

Many times, she had contemplated going along with their little ‘game’ and while with them smiting every one of them and their seed from existence in a horrific an excruciating way. Unfortunately, that was probably not a good idea at all. That would draw way too much attention from the Empire her way for sure, and not in a good way.

She rolled her eyes and cursed inwardly at the very thought of dealing with their shenanigans and cruddy tips again. But she would, reluctantly yes. The only reason she would deal with them was because she needed this job.

Consequently, she took care of their orders, endured their infantile bantering and pathetic flirtings as quickly as possible and was incredibly grateful to be back behind the bar again.

She was even more relieved when one of the more naïve and foolish waitresses that had just only just begun working there, took over. Arruna had warned Paloma about that bunch, but for some incredulous reason that Arruna could never comprehend that girl was enamored with them and never heeded Arruna’s warnings. Foolish girl. Apparently, the only way Paloma was ever going to learn was from experience. So Arruna simply washed her hands of her. So be it.

Now free from them, Arruna turned her attention back to the young lady and her Togruta companion that had come in not that long ago.

Arruna noticed the peculiar scars found on the young’s lady wrist briefly but said nothing. Arruna was curious as to what caused them, but she wasn’t going to pry. It wasn’t her place to do so. The young lady and her companion seemed civil and kind enough, but Arruna still had questions. She always did it seemed.

Had this young lady been a slave like Arruna had at one time or was it from something else?

As the young lady’s companion sat the bags down and joined the other one, Arruna on cue said politely,

“May I get you something, too?” while she thought inwardly, must be nice to have that much credits to spend

After that initial inquiry, it seemed most everyone else had left the cantina and only the rowdy officers and the two young ladies were left, so Arruna decided she might as well make small talk. It might help the time pass by more quickly at any rate. That and Arruna was also hoping that maybe during their conversation she could find out about the scars, not to mention MAYBE get a bigger tip out of it.
What could it hurt?

“Looks like you two ladies have had a fun day out. And who’s the lucky guy? Sorry I couldn’t help but overhear that you had been shopping for a gift for what I assume is a special someone,” Arruna said lightheartedly.

But that was quite short-lived because not long after, Arruna began to get little prickly bumps all throughout her body and grew rather uneasy, something was about to go down (danger sense) as Arruna put her right-hand on her hip at the ever-ready where her hold-out-blaster was hidden, waiting in anticipation of what might happen next.

She had her lightsaber hilt hidden under her apron on the other hip on the dominant side of her body, but she would only go for that if there was no other option left because the moment she wielded that once more, especially in public with witnesses around, the melee would not be pretty. Not only that but Arruna would most likely find herself on the Empire’s Most Wanted List in a flash, and any hopes or dreams she might have would crumble and disintegrate in a fraction of a millisecond.

“I’m not sure what’s about to happen but…..”

Before Arruna had even finished her sentence the doors were forcibly pushed by the force and with a loud bang, the entranceway seemed to be blocked by a shadowy figure, all clothed in black armor and with a spiked helmet. This caused Arruna to jump a bit but she regained her composure quickly as she could as she took a quick few breaths and motioned for the two young ladies to dive behind the bar.

The last thing she wanted to do was give the foreboding figure an opportunity to feed off her fear and emotions and cause an increase in his power in case this figure had planned to attack Arruna or the two young women nearby. After all, Arruna knew that trick too well herself.

However, one good thing about this was well at least the figure’s very presence seemed to silence the drunken buffoons into submission for the moment. Amazing. Good for him, maybe she should offer him a few drinks on the house if he proved to not be a foe after whatever went down, went down.

Nonetheless, if this was the Force’s way to answer her earlier plea, it wasn’t funny.

She muttered under her breath, “Really is all this drama really necessary?” to the unforeseen Force just in case this was indeed the Force’s answer.

“How may I help you, sir?" Arruna said nervously, but politely to the shadowy figure that loomed in the distance.

And then she waited, still at the ever ready in case she needed to intervene at all to protect someone.

Prazutis stood, examining the room for a moment as the Twi’lek approached him. He said nothing, the glass eyes of his helmet seeming to focus on her just a second before the helmet turned to face the officers.

“Excuse me,” Prazutis simply said to the girl, passing her and approaching the table of the officers, all of whom backed as far against their seats as possible.

“Lieutenant Lamenston,” Prazutis said, raising a hand. At once, the young officer stood, his legs bumping the table as he stood as straight as he could.

“Your business with the Zygerrians has caught up to you. The treasury exposed your corruption,” Prazutis said. He made sure the rest of the bar could hear his voice as he spoke to the officer, not as much to humiliate him but to explain the situation to them. This was almost an act to Prazutis, exposing the Lieutenant for his underhanded dealings. Yet, as he spoke, he sensed… something different. Two of the others in the room had connections to the force, he could feel, but without focusing on them, he wasn’t sure who(Sense force user).

“Well, sir, you see the Zygerrians aren’t only slavers, they have hands in the mining industry heavily! Those funds went to ores for the construction of building supplies!” The man said, moving around the table to explain himself, both to Prazutis and to the rest of those in the bar.

"Thank you." Kita replied as Arruna set her drink down.

Kita didn't mind the twi'lek asking who her love interest was, however she wasn't going to be giving out Jacobi's name as he was already wanted in many parts of the galaxy. However, the apprentice did notice she was genuinely interested. "He is a mandolorian. Strong in battle, serious personality on the outside, but kind and considerate." Kita blushed and laughed at the time when he had sent remarks to the previous priest and burned Silas belongings on a trip to the empire a year back. "He can also be a smartass and stubborn, but so am I at times. So we work well together." She added.

The two had always seemed to be fighting before and after becoming sith, which Kita found amusing and also sympathised with Jacobi on. Since her masters current dissappearance, Kita had become the target of Silas amusement. She now understood the mandolorians short temper with the echani. He was truly as Jacobi said, a snake in the grass. He had slithered his way onto her masters throne in his absence. But she knew the second Tormentous returned, Silas would know doubt be getting what he deserved.

Shortly after Kita herseld sensed danger (Danger sense), Kita noticed the Twi’lek went rigid as well. Seconds before Prazutis had entered the cantina, the apprentice had definitely noticed her mention at something was going to happen as odd. "Is she a force user also?

After the man in black armor entered, Kita shook her head at hiding behind the bar as Arruna has silently suggested. Glancing at Vidaa, the togruta didn't care to be caught in any battle, and did go to hide behind the bar for the time being. If things got bad, she would help assist her master. But she really wasn't skilled in battles. Vidaa barely knew how to shoot the pistol that was given to her.

Meanwhile, remaining in her seat, Kita turned and watched in silence as the Twi’lek approached Prazutis. He had ignored her question and instead approached the table of officers who had been drinking. They all had shrunk back in fear as the man approached them, like cockroaches ready to flee from the light. From the sound of things, the young sith apprentice knew that this man known as lutenient lamenson was in hot water as Prazutis announced his lutienents mistake.

"He isn't going to kill him is he? Then again...I wouldn't be surprised." she thought. Not keeping her eyes off the drama unfolding, Silvanius drank down her whisky without showing much care in the matter of the officers fate. It really was none of her buisness. Placing her glass down, the sith apprentice kept her right hand tightly on the hilt of her saber should he turn his attention on them with trouble...

Soon, the target of the raid or whatever this was identified and Arruna relaxed a little bit as the shadowy figure explained what all the commotion was about but stiffened a bit when only one of the two ladies had heeded her suggestion to go behind the bar for safety. Either the other was overly confident and brave or must have some decent defensive or offensive skills herself. Arruna disagreed with the young lady’s choice, but you picked your battles. This was not one Arruna felt like fighting tonight, especially with someone she had just served or met, so whatever. She just better not sue or press charges or anything if something did cause her to be injured. Arruna had tried and there were witnesses that saw that so legally all should be good.

“If you are sure,” she said flatly in reference to the young lady that refused to take cover and loud enough for everyone that remained in the cantina to here, including Paloma, “But whatever happens to you because of your choice isn’t my or the cantina’s fault, got it? Or any of the staff’s fault for that matter. You understand?”

And with that Arruna turned her attention briefly back to the foreboding shadow to see if she had to leap into action at all, just in case. Upon a quick glance, it seemed Arruna was in the clear momentarily. Good.

It seemed that the foreboding figure hadn’t been there for Arruna at all, so she supposed she was slightly relieved. However, at the same time, Arruna really wasn’t in the mood for any drama at the cantina. She had enough for that night, and just wanted to go home and collapse. She was exhausted! At this rate she was NEVER going to get home at a reasonable time. Who knew how long this whole thing was going to go on for, especially now that the target of the shadowy figure rambled on and on as he tried to explain himself. While he did so, Arruna decided to not pay the least bit of attention to his words. She had no reason to. It wasn’t any of her business anyway. Why should she? He was not worth her time. If he was indeed corrupt and held no remorse or regret whatsoever regarding his corruption, good riddance.

The only other thing that crossed her mind now regarding that buffoon as she made her way back to the bar was: Just cut him down already or take him away and be done with it!

The shadowy figure was all business in general, it seemed upon further scrutiny and that didn’t bother her at all. She kind of admired that. She just loathed the future prospect of having to clean up the mess as much as a rancor would if it could only eat vegetation throughout its entire life if the lieutenant tried anything foolish or stupid. Truthfully, knowing him, Arruna wouldn’t be surprised in the least if he did, especially in his drunken state.

Please for the sake of her sanity, let the lieutenant just turn himself over or in or whatever and be done with it! Please!

And with that she turned her attention back to the stubborn lady at the bar:

“You weren’t lying when you said you are stubborn,” Arruna said somewhat lightheartedly regarding her refusal to hide alongside her companion, “Care for another?”

And with that Arruna glanced toward the lieutenant, the other officers, and the shadowy figure once more, still at the ever ready, just to make sure she wasn’t about to be caught off-guard with whatever was about to happen next.

“I’m not corrupt! I don’t know who would-“

The Lieutenant was interrupted mid-sentence, as the force’s energy jerked his throat straight into Prazutis’ palm. (Telekinesis)

Prazutis was already sick of this interaction. He wanted to investigate further into the force users in the room, but he had a job to do that took priority over any personal investments. If nothing else, he wanted this officer to be dealt with, but as he knew the force users were most likely watching the events, he didn’t want to make too much of a mess in front of them.

“You are a sadist, a slave owner and a piece of slime unfit for your position,” Prazutis replied, the fingers of his gauntlet squeezing and bringing the officer to his knees. The man’s hands grabbed Prazutis’ arm, trying desperately to pull away.

“Let the people go back to their drinks. You come with me,” Prazutis said, beginning to drag the man towards the entrance.

A single one of the secondary officers slowly pulled a pistol from his holster, raising it with a shaking hand. The others shook their heads in scared disapproval, but neither of the other two stopped him from taking aim at Prazutis’ back.

PIYAZA CITY, PLANET ANSION
ANSION SYSTEM, CHURNIS SECTOR


Ansion.

It was a remote planet, a world known to be overly obsessed with its own traditions. Located precisely at the intersection of the Namadii Corridor and the Utegetu-Keitum hyperspace lane, practically on the outer borders of the Mid Rim, it was but a single jump from Namadii itself. Its strategic location nigh the terminal of a major trade route—intersecting with the Utegetu-Keitum hyperspace lane, the Corellian Trade Spine, and the Perlemian Trade Route—made it a frequently visited stop for sentients from all parts of the galaxy. It was also under the strict jurisdiction of the Empire, and as such, being here was a clarion risk for those not quite Imperial-aligned. Especially since Bastion was only about five jumps away.

What, then, was an Arkanian Offshoot like Rabé doing this far away from the extremely inconspicuous and entirely obscure safeworld of Permafrost, to which she had been chained for the better part of the last three cycles?

"I hope you learned something today, youngling. A Jedi uses the Force for peace and knowledge. Remember, 'peace' is defined as being better with a laser sword than the other guy."

An uncharacteristically girlish giggle erupted from Rabé's mouth.

Yes, Master Sam Tallav had snuck her out again.

While Master Nuur Solana was more or less her father figure, who had given her his name, Master Tallav had, over the cycles, become sort of like an elder brother. The two had quickly formed a rapport, and the inquisitive learner had gone on numerous secret adventures with the Master. Of course, only Rabé thought that those sojourns were secret ones. In actuality, Grandmaster Kilsar and Master Solana trusted Sam to protect her as well as they themselves could, despite the mysteries surrounding the Strand-Cast's origins, and so let her go with him whenever she wanted while pretending to be unaware.

Sam, garbed in black robes, came to a sudden stop. The younger girl, trailing behind, was consequently also forced to cease her trek. She traced the elder Jedi's line of sight toward a humdrum cantina at the intersection of two transitways. Unbeknownst to her, the Jedi Master had halted because he had sensed the presence of the Dark Side, while Rabé's own senses were not yet as developed.

"Ooh! I could use a bite, to be honest. I'm famished!" she exclaimed upon seeing the neon signs spelling out the name of the city they were in, a depreciated 'A' flickering.

A sly grin crossed Sam's hooded visage. "And I could use a workout," he retorted, before sauntering off towards the cantina.

"Pull your hood up," he ordered. Confused as to his intentions — though knowing Sam Tallav, nothing would appease him short of stirring another wart-hornets' nest - Rabé did as the blue-eyed raven instructed. She had learned not to question him too much, by now.

Two cloaked, hooded figures, the taller concealed in loose-fitting obsidian garb and the shorter in similarly-styled alabaster tones, would enter Piyazi Cantina, Sam totally ignoring the banthas in the bar. Rabé, being inexperienced, could not resist reacting. She flinched upon seeing the dark, horned figure throttling an Imperial officer in the corner. Still, she stopped herself from mouthing anything off upon catching a sharp yet clandestine flicking of Master Tallav's fingers. Reluctantly, hanging behind a bit, she nonetheless proceeding to display casual obliviousness to the dramatic tension in the air, as her Master had, and followed after him towards the hoverchairs by the bar.

"Hello there, ladies."

Sam pulled his black hood back a bit, revealing his raven hair with a greyish-white forelock, and flashed both Kita and Arruna his most charming smile. Which was, all things considered, quite charming. After all, this was Sam Tallav, considered to be the most handsome Jedi Master on the Council, perhaps even the entire Coalition—at least by Human, Twi'lek and Wookiee standards.

Seeing his antics, Rabé scowled. Peeved, she placed her chin on her palm and looked away with a scoff.

Silvanius lifted a brow at the young Twi’lek before shrugging her shoulders as if it was no big deal. "I can handle my own for the most part if needed. Not saying however I don't have my off days."
The young sith apprentice could tell Arruna was uncomfortable with the whole drama within the cantina. Kita could tell Arruna's muscles were tense, and eyes solely focused on the lutienent and his commanding officer. Once she turned her focus back over to her if she wanted another drink and stateing her stubborness, Silvanius shook her head. "No. I think for now I'll wait...just in case things turn sour." She replied seriously. With a small sigh she stared at the counter briefly where her travel companion hid. "Im going to have to better prepare you next time for any outings." she thought.

Turning her gaze back over to the situation, Silvanius watched in concern as the lutenient's neck was pulled by the Force into the Zabrak's hand. "Great...a force user, and a imperial one at that." she thought with a scowl. Turning her face away briefly from the situation, the Sith’s mind was already turning on what her next move should be. She didn't care to fight and reveal her status as a Sith. It was supposed to be a casual stop by on their way home. Putting her head in her hand, she shook it with a sigh. "Could the situation get any worse?"

As if on que, two other figures walked into the cantina and took seats nearby. A older gentleman wearing a black hood sat next to her and flashed a bright smile at her and Arruna. Meanwhile, Kita's companion Vidaa took a peek of the man who had entered. It was obvious he was much older then the both of them, but vibrant with life. He definitely could turn heads from any woman it seemed. Even Silvanius was a bit distracted for a moment on his appearance. She glanced him over interested before turning her glance away trying to keep herself in check. It had been a long time since she had Jacobi around. And even longer since she had some "action". The apprentice never really realized how much her body desired the intimacy until his disappearance. She had been holding out awaiting his return. But seeing someone as attractive as this man was definitely troubling on her mind. "Your taken. You behave yourself and be patient." Biting her lip at the thought, she was relieved and also worried as her danger sense began kicking in.

She didn't say a word in return as her blue gaze shifted over to one of the lutienents at the nearby table in the corner. He had already pointed a firearm at the force user imperials back. His colleges looking at him and shaking their head in protest to his thought on shooting Prazutis in the back. Despite the fact Kita knew he would probably sense it himself, Kita didn't much care for a fight to esculate at this particular time further while her companion Vidaa was basically unable to defend herself much. "Excuse me for a moment please." Silvanius stood from her chair and approached the group with a smile as if there was nothing to worry about. Her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she leaned forward into the man holding the firearm, allowing her grey robe to open just enough for the man alone to stare at her cleavage. "Hi." In a split second she withdrew the pistol from the man's hand, and put it in her robe pocket. "Causing a worse ruckus now would be quite traumatic for us woman who came to enjoy a drink." She happily remarked as she looked over at arruna, Vidaa who was terrified behind the counter and the two new comers sitting at the bar. "And it may be more beneficial for you as well." Turning back to meet his gaze, she gave him a dead cold stare as her blue eyes seemed to bore into him. The gentleness in her voice left to one of threatening yet considerable means. "Don't want to go home in a bodybag do you? Or risk your colleges lives?"

The sith knew what she was doing. Seemingly to not cause a uproar would put a good light on herself if Prazutis had already sensed her in the bar. It was only a matter of time before or after he disciplined his lutienent, that he would be searching. So it was best to make of the situation for herself. Either way attention would have been pursued.