A Jedi Lost on Serenno!

[Talia Vex]

Dawn had only just broken over the capital city of the Sith throne world of Serenno, as the planetary landing craft had touched down at the city's star port. Tentatively the raven haired female waited as the troops filled through the boarding chambers and disembarking out of the craft, before proceeding to disembark herself. Unlike the troopers who marched off towards a near by mustering point, the raven haired female cautiously stepped away from the landing craft before looking around somewhat lost and bewildered at her new surroundings.

As the figure cautiously stepped away from the planetary lander, clad in nothing more than a set of worn and tattered Jedi robes and an equally damaged set of what had once been the Jedi's dueling armour. Which over the years the former crisp and clean white combination of plasteel and Phrik plates, had become a grim representation of its former self, with pieces of scavenged Jedi and Exile armour alike grafted into place as a makeshift means of repair work. Whether or not the visual appearance of the female was enough to garner suspicion with the cautious movements, the presence in the Force that the figure emanated was likely to draw attention, there was an overarching Light sided presence, but unlike what would be expected for the Jedi, the presence was wild and feral.

The Sith, that had accompanied her, on the journey from Ilum. The barbarian like male had been no where to be seen for the time being, but then again throughout the journey he often appeared late in the morning of the artificial time cycles on the main transport craft they had taken. No doubt it was something to do with the potent liquids he had imbibed the previous night, but it was something that the female figure had not really gotten into that habit, despite having partaken in the offered liquids a near decade of waking before dawn to stalk her prey had been so deeply ingrained, she was up and prowling the ship before the skeleton crew of the ships changed watches.

Though with Brandr absent from among the thinning crowd of those departing the ship, and the complete unease of being in unfamiliar territory. The forgotten Jedi Knight looked to rely upon her own instincts for the time being, rather than stand exposed in the open. She would seek out the high ground to survey the lay of the land around her, swiftly Talia made her way over towards the closest wall that encompassed the landing bay of the star port and summoned the Force into her, concentrating it into her hands and feet, allowing her to scale the sheer wall with ease.

With a light grunt, the raven haired figure pulled herself up onto the parapet walling and crouched down onto the surface of the wall's apex. With narrowed eyes, Talia surveyed her surroundings, observing the winding streets below her that all seemed to branch off from a large central plaza that lead up to a grand towering structure. The Sight although unquestionable in the grandeur of the view, was incredibly strange to regard, especially when for the last near decade, the only Cities she had set foot within were reduced to ruins and crawling with abominations.

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[Hakon Tenau]

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Serenno, a planet that was different enough from Onderon, actually preferable in Hakon's opinion. But that biased was due to the people that still existed on his home planet. He had yet to return their since he had left for school at the university of Courscant. It seemed like a life time ago. Since then he had joined mandalorians, joined the Sith Empire and now the Black Hand. He was debating whether or not to pursue getting some vengeance on those that bore his ire. However he was not in any rush to deliver just deserts for the time being.

Today there was a transfer, a gentleman by the name of Brand something or other. He was said to be somewhat of a capable individual, hidden among the numbers of other Sith within the Empire up until now. However Hakon did not see the man anywhere as he approached the arrival location. The landing craft was vacated and the troops within went about their business. Some giving him their signs of acknowledgement and salutes. In his armor and with three separate light sabers on his belt in addition to a collapsible vibro sword he certainly looked like a Sith. But he was no blade master, in fact he only occasionally found the desire for violence.

His gaze was immediately drawn to the figure that jumped up in a supernatural manner. His brow furrowed at the tattered robes of a jedi. But no other Imperial force seemed to pay her any mind. He took a few steps towards he, watching from behind his faceless helmet. Behind it, his eyes changed color as he began feeling out with the force to get a read on the unknown factor before him. Both of his arms were away from his sides, on the safe side and ready to draw weapons if necessary.

Without taking his eyes off of the woman he held out an arm parallel with the ground and to the side to stop a trooper from passing him. The uniformed man stopped and looked at Hakon. The mandalorian sith pointed towards the woman. "Trooper, who is that?" The man followed the pointing and then looked back at the Sith Knight. "That's some feral jedi, Sir. Knight Jarl brought her back from Ilum." A pause followed as the man wondered what to do before nodding and moved past the trooper indicating he could carry on.

Using the force in his own legs he vaulted from foot hold and make shift grip until he was quickly at the same altitude as the red haired woman. "Where is Jarl?" he asked in a casual tone, letting his presence be known. The night bringer scanned around getting a lay of the surrounding and any idea of what the female had been looking at or perhaps for.

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[Rinoa]

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Rinoa had been on shore leave for a few days now, savoring the time she had before work reared it's ugly head and she would be called back to service. It wasn't that she hated her work, far from it, she just couldn't help but lament how field work left such little time for her other hobbies. Serenno's docks were very nearly cramped today, the scent of depression and fear in the wind as all the cadets and academics were bundled back into their shuttles and ships to return to their respective academies. Rinoa smirked a little, imagining how lucky the Serenno Academy cadets were, able to just lie in and sleep off their hangovers without the stench of puke and hyperdrive fumes to try and bubble the ooze. She looked across the table she sat at, gazing longingly at each of the pies and cakes she had made, her mouth salivating with delight at the thought of scoffing them all. Much as she wished she could though, she wouldn't, she had a vanity streak to feed, and these treats weren't gonna sell themselves.

"Step right up! Step right up! Fresh treats and snacks straight from the oven to your gullets, Grade A Empire Baking waiting for you fresh off the ramps, c'mon folks! Get a sample of Serenno Delights here!!" She called out, her voice easily projecting over the crowd with a liberal application of the Force. Most people were too busy to stop and peruse the collection, their loss, but it was a little annoying. She spent hours slaving in a kitchen to make these, and despite that, and the fact that she sprinkled them with Zeltron pheromones, some people just wouldn't bite. She breathed in deeply through her cigarra, letting the smoke wash down her lungs and the euphoria rush to her head, fighting hard against the boredom and increasing desire to just throw half of them into stasis and force feed them the pies. Thankfully though, the Force seemed kind today, and Rinoa's eyes were always looking for customers, and once people started to thin out a bit, she zeroed in on an interesting couple. Two people, not too far away, quite mysterious and shadowy types - her kind of people. She threw up her hand and beckoned the two over. "How about you two!? You look like a nice couple! Why not start your day right with a little sweetness in your hearts!?"

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[Brandr Jarl]

Gods... why the kark had he gotten so drunk the night before? Oh yeah - he had gotten that drunk because the feral woman, Talia, had been annoying the kark out of him. Gods but he regretted drinking quite so much, if only because it didn't seem to have been a clever idea from a hangover point of view.

He staggered out into the sunlight, his armour mostly on but his helmet left on the ship for now. Groaning in annoyance at the light, he tried to give his eyes time to adjust. It was, in the end, a rather quick process and he was free to wander out from his ship without squinting.

Made a change for him on his layovers.

One thing he could do without however?

"WILL YOU SHUT UP!?" He roared at the woman who seemed to be trying to sell snack food very loudly and, to his mind, very obnoxiously, "Heimskur hávaxinn hundur! Haltu upp og láttu mann njóta rólegu fyrir eigin sakir - eða ég mun rífa hálsinn og slá niður háls þinn!"

Paying her no mind, Brandr gathered the Force to him and, with one leap, arrived atop the building with his feral woman... and another Sith who was asking about him.

"Present." he remarked with a wise crack, grimacing as he did so, "Did she break anything?"

 

[Talia Vex]

Quietly the feral Jedi gazed upon the surrounding city with a hawk like fixation, tracking the movements of those wondering to and fro in their daily routine. It was somewhat off putting after so long stalking the planet wide corruption of Ilum to see and feel the land around her bristling with life which was somewhat sentient. Yet despite the intimidation of being surrounded by conscious beings, there was a bit of an inner relief that after nearly a decade she could feel life once again through the Force.

There was of course not just the life in the surrounding City that she could feel, but life within her close proximity. From the mustering imperial troops to the prominent presences of those awakened to the Force moving behind her. One seemed to be relatively static calling out to the passers by selling her wares, whilst another seemed to remain focused Talia herself. After remaining stationary whilst observing the feral Jedi before making his move so that he drew level with the height of the raven haired female. Talia turned her attention away from gazing over the city to regard the male who was behind her, her gaze narrowing as she regarded Hakon as he addressed her.

Through a furrowed brow, Talia tried to process what had been spoken to her in basic. Having not being able to converse with anyone beyond herself, the Jedi had long since lost the need to converse beyond her own natural tongue and not the common galactic language. After a few moments of contemplation over the question being raised to her, Talia pointed towards the orbital lander. "Jarl wuxuu ku jiraa markabka" the female spoke, before screwing her face up in frustration at the realisation she had just spoken in Dathomiri. "Jarl, He on ship" she added, speaking this time in broken galactic basic.

And almost on cue Jarl emerged, from the boarding ramp of the ship pausing momentarily to shout at the female who was trying to drum up business. Something that seemed strange to the Feral woman, for someone with a connection to the Force to be a acting like a simple vendor. No sooner had his attention peeled away from the female vendor, Jarl bounded up to the top of the surrounding wall next to her and the other male. Talia's face contorted into a look of concentration as she processed what was being spoken, before her brow furrowed in frustration. The somewhat accusational line of questioning over whether she had broken anything, causing the feral Dathomiri Jedi to scowl at the barbarian "Waxa kaliya ee jaban waa beerkaaga" Talia muttered, as she risen up to her full height before stepping away from the two males.

Her gaze settled down on the female vendor, as the raven haired female continued to step towards the edge of the wall. With an uncaring motion she stepped up over the parapet wall and dropped down to the ground below, using the Force to control her descent. Figuring that the two males had business to attend to, given how the male who questioned her earlier was asking for Brandr's whereabouts. Talia Decided to just leave them to it and investigate what the younger female was upto, cautiously she approached the frizzy haired female who was inhaling the smoke from a lit cigarra. As she drew closer she could see in greater detail just what it was that the female was trying to sell, it looked vaguely similar to some form of food. Yet it had been a long time since she had seen any food that wasn't torn from the body of a freshly slain abomination. "What this" Talia spoke as she pointed to the arrangement of food out on display.

 

[Rinoa]

Rinoa could only offer a small raise of her brow as someone...well, she would say 'stepped' out of the shuttle, but it was more like 'bungled' out of the shuttle. Seemed he didn't take kindly to her addressing his companions and was all too happy to answer back with what could only be described as the Shriek of the Damned. The guy looked like a human Wookie, all hair and teeth and a face that only a mother could love, not to mention a voice that could crack the universe in half. She could have sworn another second of listening to that would have rendered her deaf, but if that was the alternative to listening to him, I think she would accept it as a mercy. Joking aside, she was a little curious now; a woman wearing tattered Jedi robes, someone whom was presumably a Sith since he was conversing with her, and a Deucalian that looked like he just went toe to toe with a Varlwulf in his scants in a swamp.

Rinoa was no fool, Sith or not, she probably didn't have clearance to know whatever they were doing up there, and even if she did, she didn't fancy going against tall, dark and smelly, especially with no weapons, so for now, she just sat back in her chair, her cigarra hanging lazily between her lips, with Rinoa taking the odd puff now and again as she observed the trio. It wasn't long before the Jedi turned away from the two, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else (she didn't blame her), and stalked away from them, moving into the market herself. Seemed like her voice had made an impression on the raggedy ragamuffin (that's her name in her head, now and forever). She cocked her head slightly, narrowing her eyes in curiosity as she approached, looking at the pies like they were an alien species unto themselves. "They're pies, different flavors and different fruits...you wanna try one?" She asked cautiously, sliding forward a few different selections and cutting a slice into each of them with her cutter, careful to keep the lattice intact for them all (didn't want things to get messy) and sprinkling a little glaze over them to add the sugary smell. "Go ahead, give them a go, no charge." As she deliberated, she waved over at a nearby vendor, advertising exotic drinks, and pointed toward the bottle of Deucalian mead in the back of his stall, quickly transferring the credits before latching on to it with the Force and pulling it across the market to herself.

Best to have a little appeasement ready if her carer got annoyed.

 

[Hakon Tenau]

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A woman was selling some sort of food and called out to the two but Hakon had ignored her. He was not hungry. The Dathomiri woman answered his earlier quetion but he did not understand save for the limb she pointed towards the ship below them. His gaze went towards it for a moment before back at the woman as she must have realized she was not speaking a shared language. Correcting herself she conveyed the message appropriately. Hakon saw the burly man exit the vessel and knew the look of a hangover even from this distance. But that distance was closed as the man came up to meet the two. "No. Just curious myself." He turned away from Brandr and looked over at Talia, wondering what she was saying in her strange tongue. The mandalorian did not speak whatever it was that she saying but he could understand the snarky tone and smiled slightly. "You found her on Ilum? She looks like she's a jedi. What is her story?" Hakon asked the question aloud toward no body in particular. Anyone could answer the question.​

It seemed that the red haired jedi, or ex-jedi, was like an out of place traveler. She did not seem threatened by being in the presence of several Sith like some Jedi would be. That meant she did not think of herself as an enemy of the Empire and in turn that they, as agents of the Empress's will would not make any actions against her. That certainly was one way to go without conflict. Hakon would pocket that thought process for later. Talia dropped off of the elevated position towards the shouting woman. The mandalorian watched her leave but remain within eyesight. Since she had left it meant that the only one likely to answer his earlier question was Brandr.

The man would take off his own helmet letting the fresh air cool his head somewhat from the closed environment of his armor. He was not among subordinates or in the field anyways. Brandr seemed to be at ease, aside from his resulting pain from earlier merriment. Inhaling slowly and exhaling he appreciated the difference in the air than what resided on other planets. Serenno was certainly a decent place if Hakon's own opinion meant anything.

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[Brandr Jarl]

Brandr already regretted not gutting the food seller.

He stared at Talia for a moment when she said something in her native tongue. Stared and stared in complete silence for a long moment before declaring.

"You know I can't understand your karking moon speak woman." he grumbled before rolling his eyes, "I'm gonna guess that what you had to say wasn't very nice though and just agree to ignore you instead."

As she decided she wanted to go down and engage with the food seller, Brandr would just groan in mild annoyance before answering the other Sith's question.

"Aye - found her on Illum. She used to be a Jedi but I think she's spent a good half a decade being feral... using the Dark Side instinctively..." he shrugged at Hakon, "Seems to me like she's an Exile - just gotta finish making her Sith. Right now? I'd settle for housebroken."

She was rather annoying.

Following her down, he sighed a little bit as he wandered on over to the food vendor,

"What is she eating?" he asked bluntly as he pulled out a credit chip, "I swear, like taking care of a karking lothcat..."

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[Talia Vex]

Watching intently as the frizzy haired female cut and glazed the food items, Talia tentatively reached down at the closest offered slice of pie, her weathered hands cautiously lifting the pastry from off of the tray and bringing it to her face. Curiously she sniffed at the pastry, eyes narrowing slightly at the sweetness of the aroma. The smell was pleasant and somewhat familiar, if be it from a long distant memory. Slowly she took a small bite from the pastry, before her face suddenly contorted the insides of her mouth feeling like it was about to emplode. The sharp sweetness of the fruit setting her tongue alive with an array of sensations that had long been forgotten.

Opening her eyes the female regarded the pastry, hey eyes narrowing as she looked over the filling. Despite the contents being a gelatinous red mixture of berries and preserves, from the initial viewing to the feral Jedi it appeared like it was a mixture of torn and rendered flesh. The taste however was nothing like the flesh she had feasted upon whilst she was trapped on Ilum. It was nicly sweet and refreshing, but by the Force had her sense of taste long been deprived of flavour!

Still despite the shock to her senses, the wild woman continued to eat the offered sample, her face periodically screwing up as her mouth felt as if it was about to implode from the sweetness. "Thanks you" Talia spoke as she nodded her head in a light bow before rummaging a hand into the tattered folds of her blood and dust stained robes, retrieving a patch of folded abomination leather. Opening the pouch she revealed a small assortment of clawed fangs, twisted pieces of precious metal that had either been clearly pulled from various mouths or from broken pieces of jewellery that was twisted by the darkside and fractured crystal like shards of Kyber, offering them out as trade.

Her gaze soon shifted towards the side as the Barbarian approached and spoke to the frizzy haired woman, and handing over some strange card like item to the vendor. Her gaze narrowing slightly as she listened to Brandr compare her to a lothcat, what ever that was. Pursing her lips in thought as she prepared her words in basic. "That the Temple of Siths" she spoke as she pointed towards the imperial palace that stood dominating the skyline of the city.

 

[Rinoa]

Rinoa couldn't help but tense a little as the Jedi neared her, though she tried her best to keep her trepidation hidden for the moment. Whoever she was, she spoke broken basic, was hanging around with two Sith, and her robes were so worn and torn that you could confuse the poor lassie for a mummified corpse, walking the planet with life anew. Even if those elements weren't there, something felt distinctly...off, as if there was just something about this person's presence in the Force that just creamed trouble. Yeah, she was a Sith Knight, she practically begged for trouble to come find her, but this was different, this one felt more like a literal danger magnet. All the same, she hadn't done anything to upset Rinoa and she was pretty timid, if anything. She didn't want to annoy or sadden her, she felt judgey enough as is, so all she could do was stare at her with bated breath as she lifted the pie slice to her left up to her lips.

Rinoa's heart leapt forward a few beats when the Jedi's face contorted and scrunched - she had to have made this batch wrong, or maybe she didn't like pies, or maybe the sweetness was too much and joygasming her heart to breaking point. When it finally started to calm down, and she kept eating, she started to relax a little more, letting the chair bear her full weight beneath it's metal frame as she savored the sight of this Jedi, in an almost childlike way, regarding her pie and investigating it with a quiet but wondrous curiosity. It brought a smile to her face seeing someone enjoy her little creations in such a way, but of course, the furball had to come in and ruin the moment (they really had something going there). She sighed softly, leaning in forward and quickly waving off the credit chip.
"Don't bother, it's on the house, same goes to you too if you want," She said, gesturing toward her remaining pies. "All different flavors and tastes, but if that doesn't tickle your pickle..."

Rinoa reached beneath her table and produced the Deucalian Mead that she had bought moments earlier, placing it on the table and sliding it toward Brandr. She didn't like him, but there was something to be said for pacifying wild animals. "Most fun way to cure a hangover? Never stop drinking," She said, letting a smirk crease into her mouth. She had been so distracted by Pelt-Man that she had actually missed Talia reaching into her robes, so she was a little surprised when she looked back and saw what could only be described as a set of trophies staring back at her. She furrowed her brow in confusion, looking to Vex, then to the trophies before the little lightbulb in her head pinged and it dawned on her - she wasn't paying, she was just being kind. Made sense for a Jedi, but these were an unusual and gory sign of gratitude...not that she was gonna complain. Rinoa reached forward and let her fingers softly glide over the claws and fangs, delicate skin feeling the touch of rough bone as it tried to decide which one it wanted. In the end, she plucked a small scaled tooth from it's previous home and slid it down her shirt, nodding in return to the Jedi. "Thank you."