Narrative: Several hours later the two arrive on Tatooine. They make their way into Mos Eiesly.
"I could use a drink. Cantina."
Wedge was now fully armoured again, his helmet turning on his shoulders, keeping an eye on events around him.
Baldoren picked himself up. What the hell just happened? His anger ignited and flared up. True Sith? He wants to test me? So be it.
As Raz had instructed him mere days before he took hold of that anger, allowing it no will of its own but hammering it into his service. He stretched out with...
Wedge grinned.
"I pull the wings off flies."
He pulled out a metal container from under his chair.
"Pazaak." He opened the container to reveal a good many cards.
"Baldoren Caldorik is my name. I was brought here by a Sith Crusader who found me on Taris just over a year ago. He didn't stay to train me though so I've only learned basic Ataru."
Baldoren could see the intelligence in Raz' eyes. The power that came with it. He found his lust for power...
Baldoren grinned sheepishly, a liking for the Yuzzem growing on him.
"Thanks" he accepted the giant's help gratefully "One day, maybe. I'll be stronger than you!"
He winced.
"But that day won't be any time soon. Whats your name big guy?"