A New Chapter (Open RP. Anyone, feel free to post)

[Prazutis]

The suns of Tatooine were burning as strong as they usually did in the morning. As the suns rose, so did the people, as the hustle and bustle of Mos Eisley began to fill the ears of a particular young street rat. His name was Prazutis, and he was actually in an okay mood. Mostly because he had actually had a good meal last night. His definition of a good meal was a filling one. He didn't really know how it happened. He got the food from the old lady who ran the cantina, who usually shoved him away. Maybe he just looked cute and helpless enough. However, it was strange. He spoke to her, and it was like her expression changed, and was being convinced of doing what he wanted... Whatever, whats done is done. All Prazutis cared about was that he had food at all.

He rose from his little hovel. It wasn't much, but it was something he could call home. He was set up in a little alleyway, disguised with trash bins in front of it. No one really cared to look behind there, and Prazutis felt safe there. He stretched a bit, adjusting his clothes and his gear. He secured the combat knife to his leg, like he usually did, and fixed up his black rags, for lack of a better word. The black clothes had worn out over the last three years, but they served their purpose. They were easy to move around in. He hid his two other possessions in his hideout. A Heavy Blaster pistol, that he kept there in case of emergencies. And also, a credit chip. 500 credits. All kept in case of emergencies.

He exited his hideout and passed through the trashcans. He checked to see if the coast was clear... then turned. Every day, he climbed a pipe by his hideout to access the rooftops. As soon as he made sure there was no one there, and then begun to climb. The food he had last night gave him a new sense of invigoration. He had a sense of energy. He also felt that something would happen today. Though he wasn't sure what.

He got to the rooftops, and then surveyed the port. Every day, hundreds of people walked around down on the ground. Prazutis always liked being on the rooftops. It made him feel powerful. Large. Since his life as a slave, he has always felt a desire for entitlement and power. To outgrow his past. Though he was a little street rat. He couldn't make much of himself right now. No one would hire him for real work. Thats what led him to his current life... The life of a thief.

Everyday, he would steal from the people in the port. Sometimes he would break into people's houses, but most of the time, he picked pockets. Using his clothes and his natural stealthy talents to blend in to the shadows, he usually snatched credit chips and wallets like it was nothing. Lately, he had got into the practice of honing his abilities with the force. He would hide in the shadows, and use the force to telekinetically steal credit chips. He had been quite successful with it lately. Prazutis had learnt to blend in with the shadows, and use the rooftops as a cover, an escape, and a vantage point. He had become akin to an expert thief... Even Prazutis wouldn't call himself a Master thief yet. He knew the price of arrogance. He had seen many cocky bounty hunters killed by thugs. He didn't want to end up shot as well.

He took a look at the port. He noticed the old lady who ran the cantina. The jerk who ran the mechanic's... and his very attractive daughter. He also noticed the cute boy who usually sat at the cantina. He wished he could pursue his desires, but knew that actually living would be more important. Besides, the both of them probably wouldn't go for a dirty street rat.

Though suddenly, he felt a large chill up his spine. Something he felt when he... sensed something. He had been training himself slightly to sense things with the force. It didn't always work. However, it seemed this time it did. As he felt it, his eyes immediately went to... Someone he had never seen in the port before. A new face... and a new mark. Time to see what his newest victim had on them. Using his skills, he jumped from building to building, getting further down to street level each time. He then immediately jumped into the shadows, hiding himself from the crowds... He wanted to get a better look at his new mark

He wanted to see what he was getting himself into.

 

[Miz]

Everyone needed a vacation, Mitsuki more than most. Mass murder on a Colosseum on Rattattak, hunting down seducing spies to uncover an underground mafia on Jormark, and the defeat of a weakened Sith lord on the abandoned planet of Drommund Kaas. While planning on a vacation she didn't want to miss the infinite heat of Korriban, but she didn't want to annoyed by weak acolytes and vengeful spirits wailing from the ancient tombs of past Sith Lords.

Tatooine! she thought as she boarded the next flight to the outer rim world. She heard about the historic landmark of Mos Eisely and couldn't resist the planets allure. There she wouldn't miss the heat of Korriban, and could get a nice tan. The Empire afforded her a large allowance for all her vacationing needs. The shuttle took several days through hyperspace to reach her destination thinking it was all worth it, boy would she be wrong, as the shuttle appeared through hyperspace on Tatooine's orbit.

As she exited the spaceport, Mitsuki could feel the heat of Tatooine's twin suns shine down on her forehead. She bought a bikini and sunblock at the spaceport where she unloaded her luggage from her shuttle. Walking through the ladies room she slapped on her beach time apparel and stormed out of the spaceport towards the desert.

On the outskirts of the rundown city, she laid down her lawn chair and applied her sunblock. Finally she sat down her purse full of credits beside her chair as she began to salvage any pleasure she could get from vacationing on this god-forsaken planet. The heat was entirely too hot, even more than Korriban without even a sea breeze to keep her slightly cool. After a while she would simply return to her shuttle. At least that had an indoor pool.

"This sucks." Mitsuki muttered.

 

[Prazutis]

He watched the girl as she walked through the city. What was she doing there? She looked well off. What could she possibly be doing on this miserable planet? He snuck through the shadows, and blended in with the crowd. Like he thiught, she looked well off, which might mean she had something of value on her. He began following her, stalking his mark through the port. A thief needed to be patient. Sneak through his surroundings, and strike when it is best to strike... He watched as she bought a bikini at a shop. Seemed like he was right. She DID have some money on her.

He waited for her to be alone, and in private. He waited in the shadows again, waiting outside the ladies room patiently as she put on her new swimsuit. He was a bit annoyed, but was hoping it would be worth it. As she exited, he couldn't help but admire her in the bikini... Only to give himself a hard time. He was on a job. No time for staring. He watched as she went out to the desert... Now was his chance.

He watched as she set up her lawn chair, and put down... Her purse! It must of been full of credits. Prazutis would be set for the next month, probably. He just had to get his hands on it. He couldn't sneak up on her. There was no where to hide... He would use the force! He just hoped he didn't mess up. He climbed onto a nearby rooftop, to get a better vantage point. He closed his eyes... and concentrated as hard as he could. He was also hoping she would be asleep and not notice his exploits. At least not notice the theft in progress. As he focused, the bag began to shift a bit. It moved a bit erratically, bumping the chair slightly. Prazutis grunted a bit, and then focused again. He pulled the purse to him... He had done it! He had stolen it with the force. And from that distance too... But he DID bump the chair. He might have alerted her.

Quicky he jumped off the roof and ran back to his hideout. He needed to stash the purse before he got caught.

 

[Vexillar]

He was only here on a trial run of his finished product, his baby, his friend, his only true ally aside from the Force and occasionally Nox when he wasn't trying to kill him. The Acolyte sat on the shuttle to Tatooine with his darling in his lap. His hand idly slid up and down his spine as he got lost in thought. It had been some time since he met the object of his latest love spell. He was enamoured right away with him. The veracity, the lethality, the mobility, their fight had been more akin to a dance, and lookig down at him now it pleased him to see that there was no aura, no emotions, eminating from his beloved.

And that's why he loved droids.

They were without emotion, they ran on logic, and even the ones old enough to develop some synthetic form of feeling could never truly express it. Not like humans could. This remodeled JK-13 unit would never shine with the Force, not anymore anyway, and he wouldn't radiate hatred or joy. He would simply exist to serve his master, Viole, as needed. Which was all that Viole wanted in this current moment in time. The small droid sat obediently on Viole's lap as he broke out into a small smile at the possibilities this droid unlocked. New information was now available like never before. He was almost sad when the shuttle arrived on Tattooine. All the same, he would be glad to bid farewell to the people on this shuttle. Everyone was a nervous wreck being around him, and it was giving him a headache. Even thought his Though Shield was up and running, as it always was considering it was just second nature to him at this point, it didnt protect against over emotional civilians who had open doors for minds.

Stepping out into the multitude of suns was equally annoying, but in the name of science it would be done. Dressed in a brown and white tunic, including brown pants, with his saber clipped onto his belt, he began his journey through Tatooine. The droid walked beside him, beeping now and then as it spoke in binary. Viole would simply give a yes or no answer to the droid's inquiries. Until he sensed something. Arching a brow he immediately withdrew his presence in the Force. He fell deep below the power, hiding his Force Signature. Once he was undetectable via the Force he scooped up his droid, and jumped high into the air. He landed safely upon a roof and searched for the thing that caught his mind's eye.

It took no more then a few seconds to find the person responsible. He jumped down and set his droid down as well. This would be a good test to see if the droid's mobility was still in tact. He stood in front of a stand looking at various product, but he kept his senses trained on the man on the roof. He didnt see him steal the purse, as he was simply tracking position, not actively observing him. When he moved, Viole chuckled. To think that his nre pet would get such a field test! The Acolyte ran off after the stranger, but was able to hold back a bit so as not to draw immediate attention to himself. The droid managed to keep up flawlessly, which pleased Viole. He had fixed up enough locomotive functions to know how to get a droid moving. If he hadn't been able to piece Eezeo together, he would have been pissed.

When the man arrived at his hideout, Viole followed him casually. He could see no weapon, no defenses, so why not? He gave a sharp whistle to grab the boy's attention. Eezeo was standing at Viole's feel, tentacles held inside it's body, but ready to strike at a moment's notice if need be. The Acolyte normally wouldn't have performed in such a way, but he was feeling...exotic with his new toy.


((pardon any errors, typed from phone))

 

[Prazutis]

Prazutis ran with a large grin on his face. He couldn't help it. He had never used the force to swipe something from that distance. Who cares if he may have alerted the woman who owned the purse. If he was correct, he could be long gone, before anyone would notice. He just had to keep moving, across the rooftops. And hopefully, no one would look up and see the purse on his shoulder... Every now and then, he would do a small little trick or flip. Probably not a good idea, for a few reasons. However, Prazutis didn't really care. He was in a very good mood.

He ran for a few minutes, trying to keep up his speed. He then felt a similar chill down his spine... A chill he felt back when he was pursuing that woman. Someone was following him. Was it that woman?! How could she have caught up to him that fast? Or was it someone else. Some hero trying to get the damsel's purse back... Prazutis didn't want to pause to look behind, see who or what it was. He just had to keep moving. Well, he had a slight advantage. He knew the rooftops of this port like the back of his own hand. He still couldn't get cocky. He just had to keep moving.

Eventually, he made it back to his hideout. He wasn't sure if he was still being followed. Either way, if someone discovered his hideout, he didn't want them revealing the location. He dashed behind the trashcans and retrieved his blaster. Just in case his pursuer found him, or tried anything. He threw the purse underneath some trash and tossed his credits in there too. He then exited, and looked around...

There he was. On the rooftops.

He looked to be about his early twenties. What was he following him for? Maybe he wanted the purse too. He couldn't have that. He out his blaster in a holster that blended in with the rags he wore. His knife was also partially invisible to the naked eye. He pretended that he was pausing to catch his breath, and not standing outside the hideout. However, if the guy wasn't stupid, he probably already figured that out. "So, who exactly are you anyways" Prazutis started. He was always one for banter and preferred this to combat. However, he felt that it would lead to a fight eventually, and he started thinking about what he could do if it did. He wasn't very strong in his upper body. Very average, but he'd always been a good shot with a blaster... If he could get a quick round in.

"Unless you're chasing after me for my dashing good looks, I'd ask you to stop following me." Prazutis continued. Even when he felt scared or in danger, he still made sarcastic comments. "Believe me, you wouldn't be the first." Maybe he could lower his guard if he just talked for a second... He looked at the guy, and noticed the droid. It looked harmless enough, but appearances could be deceiving. His slaver looked harmless enough, and he had left a lasting impression on Prazutis' back. The whip lashes were there to this day. He decided to try and take out the droid first, if need be. He put his hand on his hip, making it look like he was simply shifting balance. In reality, unknown to the naked eye, Prazutis had his hand on the handle of his blaster.

"Now, why are you following me?"

 

[Vexillar]

Viole tilted his head casually at the man. He remained silent for a long moment, Eezeo began to give off a series of beeps and whirs, and Viole chuckled. "No no. He's not dangerous. Remain in guard mode, Eezeo. This one can handle anything he would pull..." He shrugged casually and the droid gave a few beeps of acknowledgement before returning to it's statue-esque stance. The Miraluka resumed 'looking' at the man, his krayt dragon bone mask covering what would be where his eyes should be. He allowed a small smile spread onto his face. He could see this man's aura like the man could see Viole's clothing. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head. "Funny...He has seen many thieves in his days. Some good, some not so good. Some used the Force, and others used technology...Usually the ones who use the Force show more...training." He arched a brow curiously. The man's aura was...erratic. A sign that while he had a connection with the Force deep enough to use it, while his power was worth molding, it was unfocused...untrained. He always found these types to be so curiously entertaining. He remembered what it was like discovering his own power...actually he didn't. He always knew of his power. He was a Miraluka. He knew that much. He knew how his people saw from an early age. That's why his master kept him around. He was a living security alarm for any Force-users attempting to sneak inside. As he got older, and better, he began discerning a lot more than just who was 'powerful' and who was average. He was a valuable slave indeed. Too bad he was broken free.

He seemed to have no interest in answering the man's question, and in truth he really didn't want to. He figured it was his duty, however, as a member of the Sith Order to report him...or kill him. Either or. He tried to recall the last few Acolytes who died...they did need to replenish ranks. He sighed deeply for a moment, before motioning to Eezeo. "Guess we have to follow protocol, huh?" The droid, which had remained perfectly motionless so far, suddenly sprung to life, tilting it's head and beeping. "Yeah yeah...fine." He looked back to the stranger who had shifted his weight, and chuckled. "You're not too good at this, y'know. This one was raised by assassins, bounty hunters, and murderers all a lot more skilled than you. Either shoot him, or take your hand off the blaster." If he noticed the knife, he gave no sign of it. Rather, he just waved a hand dismissively, as if simply bothered by this whole ordeal. He reached out with his mind, touching the other man's. He was curious to see if he knew how to defend himself from attacks unseen. He doubted it, his aura was too unstable. It showed a lack of training, although from the tricks Viole saw it seemed he had trained himself...so he should say a lack of formal training. Most no-name's couldn't protect their mind. It wasn't a skill untrained people knew really, as it was something officials and people in power most certainly wanted to keep in the right hands. Less some average joe picks up on the trick and suddenly all the civilians become that much more difficult to control.

Still.

It was possible that since the man had some connection to the Force, that he might have some minor resistance. Viole was eager to see exactly what he had found in this man, and so his mental tendrils would circle this unknown male's mind, searching for a way in.

 

[Miz]

Done with the twin suns that have plagued Tatooine with its heat, Mitsuki jumped up from her lawn chair; Reaching down towards her purse, only to plop her hands down on the hot sand. She should have been more aware of her surroundings, especially when she felt her chair move slightly thinking it was a mere womp rat looking for a quick meal to eat. A slight annoyance, seeing as how most of her funds were digital anyway and the purse only acted as a way to pay the second rate citizens where had no holonet access.

She'd be dealing with only official vendors for now on. Oh well it seemed like this vacation would be a waste without teaching the punk a lesson. Though she sensed the boy, she sensed another Force signature a familiar one. Both of which were very large, but not as large as hers. She began to shrink her own Force signature as she slowly made her way towards the duo. Maybe she would guilt the thief who stole her allowance. Scenarios ran through her head on how she were to get it back, Though she could simple fry the man to a burning crisp she figured that would be the less interesting.

As she slowly made her way towards the boy's hideout she flaunted her body to all the locals who had never seen a woman that had the luxury of showing everyday, even in the desert planet of Korriban. Everyone's jaw's dropped at the site of the sorceress even the woman who envied the Sith. As she approached the hideout she saw her 'good friend' Voile, who bested her a duel when testing the technique of Force Slow. He seemed to be mostly immune to mind altering techniques.

They were having some kind of conversation, but Mitsuki didn't care about their pity squabbles all she cared about was getting her money back so she could at least get an ice cream before she left the planet. "Hey boys! Have anyone of you strong men seen my wallet?" Mitsuki said in a seducing tone, as she reached down to wipe of the sand that had gotten stuck between her feet and her sandals; Making extra sure to show off all her junk in the truck.

 

[Prazutis]

Who did this Miraluka think he was, anyways?! Strolling in here like he owned the kriffing place... Still, even Prazutis would have to admit, the mask he wore was very cool. Exotic. They looked like Krayt Dragon bones. He probably got them from some vendor or something. That being said... If he had actually killed a Krayt Dragon... No, that was ridiculous. Or... was it? No, there was no time for any doubts. He had to stay at least a bit steadfast. For now, he had to be careful. Miraluka could "see" with the Force. So some of his normal tactics wouldn't work... He had never met a Miraluka before.

He listened intently to what he said... "No no. He's not dangerous. Remain in guard mode, Eezeo. This one can handle anything he would pull..." Either he was an arrogant shab, or... He was telling the truth... "Funny...He has seen many thieves in his days. Some good, some not so good. Some used the Force, and others used technology...Usually the ones who use the Force show more...training." That was one thing Prazutis was talking about. The Miraluka would immediately be able to tell if he could use the force; if he was force sensitive. Prazutis knew he needed more training, he didn't need some strange man wearing lizard bones to tell him that... What could he be seeing? If he saw with the Force... What would Prazutis look like to him?

"Guess we have to follow protocol, huh?" He noticed that he didn't answer his question... Arrogant shab. Although, he couldn't really do much. He had a disadvantage, he knew that. This guy could probably use the force very well, being trained to see with it since birth... "You're not too good at this, y'know. This one was raised by assassins, bounty hunters, and murderers all a lot more skilled than you. Either shoot him, or take your hand off the blaster." What a kriffing... how dare he insult his technique. This was the first time he'd been caught in the three years since he had started thieving... Knowing he wasn't going to win a fight if it lead to that, he took his hand off the blaster. He must of seen it through the force. "You know, you talk kinda funny, you know that. I haven't heard anything like that since..."

He felt something then... Something strange. Suddenly his head hurt a bit, like he had a little headache. There was something... a foreign influence... It was the Miraluka! He had read about this... Force users probing their victims minds with their abilities with the force. He was trying to invade his mind. The aura of Prazutis became erratic and slightly uncontrolled, and the Miraluka could see that. He was getting a bit angry. His anger began empowering him a bit. It helped him put up a slight resistance, nothing that an experienced force user couldn't tear down if given enough time, but Prazutis did his best. He stood up straight, and put on the impression that he was fine. THough his head began to pain him a bit more. "I don't know who you think you are, but you can't just-"

While trying to fight him off (and failing), he noticed another figure approaching them... Kriff! Kriff, Kriff, Kriff. It was her! The woman he stole the purse from. How the hell did she find him?! Maybe... the same way this guy had found him. So she was force sensitive too? Just what the hell had he done?! All he thought he was doing was stealing a purse... Maybe using the force to steal it wasn't the BEST idea. Since these force users had tracked him anyways. He put on a smile like everything was alright, trying to ignore the pain in his head from still being invaded mentally by the Miraluka. "Hey boys! Have anyone of you strong men seen my wallet?" He listened to her speak, and watched as she bent down to wipe off the sand from her legs... Prazutis started staring again, but knew he couldn't just follow his desires and be seduced. For a couple of reasons. One, he'd look like a pig... He may only be 15, but some would consider that an adult. He didn't want to look like a pig. Two, he had STOLEN FROM HER. Trying to ignore the pain being caused by the other man, he lied. "Your wallet? No, sorry." That was all he said. All he could get out, before he grunted in pain again.

He just hoped that this Miraluka wouldn't sell him out... Do a fellow male a favour... He also hoped that his head wouldn't split, because thats what it felt like. He had to try resisting this guy, but he was failing every second. He was no match for these two more experienced force users that probably had formal training. He just had to do the best he could... Maybe try to escape at some point

 

[Vexillar]

The Miraluka chuckled to himself softly as the man began to get frustrated. A mind that was unfocused, was a mind left open. It took Viole little effort to pick apart this man's 'defenses' and then his mind was Viole's playground. His mind strolled calmly through this man's memories. Not all of them. He didn't care about where his man came from. He just wanted to know about his usage of the Force. How interesting...self taught, just as Viole presumed. He pursed his lips together curiously as he slowly retreated from the man's private domain. "His speech pattern is a product of years of...well darker times. No need to know anything about that." He offered a friendly smile and then bowed slightly. He was about to introduce himself when the Force whispered into his ear. He looked over his shoulder for a moment, though he was still keenly aware of what was going on around him. He spotted Mitsuki, and this was one of the times when he wished he had eyes. He wanted nothing more than to roll them at her entrance to their little gathering. He had seen women like her before. Using their sexuality to attempt to gain some sort of favor, or weaken the guard of those around her. He had seen some men do it too. Whether man or woman, he found it repulsive. He was above such behavior.

When she asked about her wallet he simply remained quiet about it's whereabouts. He was sure she knew what happened to it. It was not like she wasn't a trained Acolyte or anything like that. Viole didn't believe in answering questions based on rhetoric unless it was a philosophical debate. Which this was very far from. He merely watched the two, and waited to see what would come of it. Eezeo still didn't move from his spot by Viole's feet and if he was even aware of the third party member he didn't show it. Which is what Viole had programmed him to do...not be obvious. To be alert and aware but never give off his awareness of a situation. "You know exactly where your wallet is...and if you don't, then this is good practice in tracking, no? At the very least, you know how to get it back..." He shrugged nonchalantly. Wasn't his money, wasn't his problem. He wasn't going to lose sleep over her credits, whether she found them or not. Viole was just interested in the prospect of a prospect at this point. Everything else took a backseat to this discovery of a Force Sensitive thief.

 

[Miz]

Viole hasn't changed at all since their last encounter. Always plotting some kind of alternative motive, but the question was, what was it this time? Was he trying to shape the boy into his own instrument of destruction? It would be useful if the man just cut to the point. All in all Mitsuki was beating around the bush as well so she couldn't get particularly mad with the Miraluka. Mitsuki gave a sigh before getting up from her seductive position pretending to be shocked by Viole's voice. "Oh, Viole I was hoping to go out to get ice cream. Now that you're here I guess we can go out together. Darn if I only I had my wallet." Knowing full well that he wasn't too interested in social gatherings she decided to tease him with the prospect of friendship time.

Mitsuki then directed her attention to the young man, who seemed to be under the effects of some kind of narcotic. She gave off a small chuckle looking back towards Viole. Playing with his mind wasn't very sporty, preferring more practical methods she walked up to the young man, placing her arms around his shoulders. "Now would you help me find my wallet?" Mitsuki asked in an innocent voice, hoping the boy can be seduced, them both being in their late teens. The boy smelled and the fabrics on his attire were all worn out, she would endure the boys stench for the time being. "We can go out to a buffet, after heading back to my shuttle for a quick shower." Mitsuki said now whispering in his ears. "We can even share."

 

[Prazutis]

Prazutis took a deep breath as the man released his grip on his mind. He still could not even begin to imagine what he was looking for in his mind... but that didn't matter. He was free. The pain stopped, and he was once again in full possession of his mental faculties. He then listened to what he had to say... Darker times. He knew better. Prazutis knew slaves who talked like that. Not using pronouns that would call then a person. Prazutis refused to even think of referring to himself like that... Maybe he had something in common with the guy. A former life of slave... He watched as he received a smile and a slight bow... That was a change. Prazutis had never received a bow like that... It felt good.

He then turned his attention to the woman. The Miraluka hadn't DIRECTLY spoke of where the wallet was, but he did imply that Prazutis had it... What ever happened to looking out for a fellow guy. Regardless, he was now in possession of his mental faculties. He could see she was trying to seduce him... She was smarter and more devious then she let on. She knew the guy... Viole, apparently. If she knew Viole, then she was probably more then what she appeared to be. Appearances were decieving.

He watched as she approached. She was brave. Willing to get close to a dirty boy in rags. Quite convincing. However, Prazutis could remove himself enough to know that she wasn't genuine. It was an act. A very good one, at that. She came closer, and begun whispering in his ear. The whole time, Prazutis kept up a steely grin. "Thanks, but no thanks. I don't know where your wallet is, lady." He knew that she probably knew he was lying. However, he kept up an act anyways. He turned back to the Miraluka, trying to change the subject away from the wallet.

"So, Viole, is it? Find anything interesting in mind? You could at least buy me a drink first". He was back to making bad jokes and snide comments.

 

[Vexillar]

He sighed slightly at the woman. She was insufferable to the Miraluka. Why was she here anyway? On this Force forsaken planet? He wished he could roll his eyes, but he settled for forming his lips into a solid line. It was hard to read facial expressions when one didn't have eyes. He simply ignore her comment about him tagging along with her. He wasn't in the mood for friendly banter. He was already getting sidetracked enough by this kid, he didn't need her attempting to distract him as well. Nor would he play with her words. The Miralula knelt down next to Eezeo and the droid climbed into it's master's lap. The golden beetle like machine continued to stare at the two humanoids before it. The Miraluka did as well. It was odd to see two beings just staring...never blinking. He stood slowly and held the droid in his arms as he looked back to Prazutis. He had no intention of using the man's name. Of course it was lingering in the boy's memories. It was just a stray thought under the surface. If the man wanted to introduce himself, he would. Otherwise, Viole would hoard the information he obtained to himself.

He waved the boy's question and drink statement off without a second thought. "You're a bit young for me. Maybe when you age a bit more.." He spoke, but his voice was distant as he looked down to his droid, seeming to inspect it a bit but he never removed a panel or anything of the sort.

 

[Miz]

OOC:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2fmZ2C2CdA​

Okay this game has been going on long enough, she wanted her money and would be damned if she left the planet without her hard earned allowance. Mitsuki ripped her arms away from the stinky boy, if she were his mother he'd lay him down and give him a good spanking. He was obviously the thief and the boy needed to be disciplined. His presence in the Force was adequate and was wasted living among the filth that plagued the galaxy. IF she were Empress Tatooine would have been glassed over a whopping second time.

"No more beating around the bush." Mitsuki said positioning herself in front of the street rat "I want my money." Mitsuki brandished her lightsaber hilt in the standard Shien reverse grip. Paying no attention to Viole she rose her voice at the boy. He would make a great Sith, but he decided to dwell on these streets. Being extremely poor never stopped Mitsuki from achieving power. Before activating the purple glow of her saber she gave the man one more chance to come clean, but from then on out he would owe her.

And if Viole wanted to defend the boy, he wouldn't be so lucky from the last time they encountered.

 

[Prazutis]

Prazutis started laughing. He had a dark sense of humour, and this whole situation had grown to be funny. The way the woman had changed from being a seductive temptress to a threatening woman. Along with Viole's comment about the drink. He was glad Viole had a sense of humour, however lacking it might of been. "You need to lighten up, doll face" He said without a second thought, almost interrupting her. "Calm down a bit, eh? I can tell I'm licked, and lucky for you, death by lightsaber isn't on my to do list." Using the force, he retrieved the purse and floated it back to the woman. "No harm done. It's all there. Didn't take anything. Go ahead and check it". Prazutis wasn't stupid. He knew they knew he was lying, and wouldn't keep up a pointless charade.

He looked at the two of them. Interesting people. They obviously knew each other from somewhere. She had a lightsaber... but she didn't look like a Jedi. Jedi weren't like them. Jedi didn't use seduction to get what they wanted. Nor did they invade the minds of their peers unprovoked. At least based on what he had read about the Jedi. That could only mean one thing... "So, am I right in assuming you two are Sith of some kind? Or Dark Jedi? Probably Sith. Dark Jedi don't usually make friends that easily, It seems. You see a lot of them pass through here."

He was wondering what exactly they would do with him. Like it or not, Prazutis knew he was pretty much at their mercy... What would happen next would most likely be up to them...

 

[Vexillar]

Viole watched emotionlessly as the blade was pulled on Prazutis. He tilted his head slightly at the display and for the umpteenth time today wished he could roll his eyes. Why was there always such an excessive use of violence? She could just very easily peered into his mind and grabbed the information. It wasn't at all like it would be hard for her. She was a trained Sith and he was a vagabond to the vagabonds, a street urchin, a nobody, for all intents and purposes. He simply ignored the display of "power". It wasn't his business, but if she moved to strike him down then he would intervene. Killing a nobody was beneath him, and to allow such an action to occur was, to him, ridiculous. He wouldn't do it to save a life, merely save face. He was thankful that the stranger appeared to have some semblance of sense, as he handed the credits over without hesitation. He wondered what possibly possessed him to steal from her in the first place. Even someone with no Force training could sense when something was "off" about someone. Surely he wasn't deaf to the Force, was he? The Miraluka waved these thoughts from his head. It wasn't his business to worry about the safety of this man. He was smart in giving the money back, but stupid for taking it from her in the first place. He arched a brow at his question, however, and remained silent.

He didn't feel like playing twenty questions. If he had something to say, then he would speak up. For now, however, he would just keep quiet and watch the series of events unfold.

 

[Miz]

Mitsuki smiled as the man handed over her money, and was glad she didn't have to resort to violence. She would put him on a shuttle to Korriban, but she didn't want the little rascal, stinking up her ship. Mitsuki turned away from the both of them, with her saber and and bag of money in both hands and slowly started to walk away.

"Viole, Street Urchin." Mitsuki said in an upbeat attitude as she began her stroll

Though the question was posed as to why Viole was on Tatooine in the first place. It all came down to the boy. Was he trying to haze the young man into joining the order? No doubt trying to cheat his way to power like most acolytes within the order, eventually getting themselves killed. Mitsuki paused, stopping herself in her tracks to turn around and ask the boy a question.

"Oh was mean ol' Viole bullying you." Mitsuki said in a sarcastic tone, eventually looking down at her purse full of credits wondering if she had needed it as much as she did, before realizing that she had worked hard for her allowance.

 

[Prazutis]

Was he bullying him? What was he, a school kid? What kind of half-ass question was that. As if she was one to talk. At least Viole didn't pull a saber on him. "Look lady, you were bullying me more then he was. He didn't threaten me with a lightsaber. Besides, I could care less. I can handle myself, always have.". He watched as she looked into her purse. What? She didn't trust him?

Smart girl. Prazutis wouldn't trust himself either

"It's all there lady. Whats with you? Acting like some rich kid getting their allowance. And don't call me a Street Urchin. I got a name. I'm Prazutis. Praz if ya want.". He didn't like this girls attitude. She carried herself like she was all high and mighty. Viole seemed a bit more sensible, but she carried herself like some idiot girl. Using her body to get what she wanted. Pulling a lightsaber on a defenceless kid. "Anyways, sith lady, you can go now. You don't like me, and I don't really like your attitude.". He turned his attention back to Viole. He was a bit angry and irritated from her. Any force user could feel his anger. "I noticed you were going to say something before she showed up. What was it? I got no deal with you. Didn't steal from ya. I... think". He chuckled a bit

 

[Vexillar]

This was so not what he signed up for. He let out a gentle sigh and wondered how Nox did this all the time? If he wasn't positive about being a Sorcerer before, he was now. At least then he could be left alone...or rather he had a reason to be alone. Sure he probably could if he was an Assassin, but then he ran the risk of having to deal with mundane things. Stalk him, kill her, watch this, cover that, nope. That was not something that interested him. He shifted his weight onto his left foot as he looked at the pair of humanoids before him. "Mitsuki, this one hasn't the time or the care to tolerate your childish behaviorism currently...If you must continue talking...do it silently." He waved his hand dismissively. His voice fell out of his lips in a calm and even tone, and despite that the irritation he could feel from Prazutis was starting to weigh on him. Yet again, he was reminded about why he liked droids. They didn't act like this. They didn't bicker, and if they did a swift command from their master usually shut them up. People, however, were X factors.

And he hated X factors...

"Prazutis, calm down. Take a breath. You're useless to anyone, especially the Sith, if you can't even contain your irritation...or at least hide it. He assumes you don't want to remain here, yes? Well this one is sure that Mitsuki would be happy to provide you with transport to Korriban...where you can get formal training. Sharpen your blade, as it were, to be something...useful." He didn't speak in a condescending tone, just matter-of-fact.

 

[Miz]

Mitsuki would have chewed the boy out if it weren't for Viole's sense of mind. Although she needed to remind the mask man that was was taught by the red Sith Kissai sorcerer Sin'ryk on the ways of Sith alchemy and could melt the skin off her bones if she needed to.

"This boy has no discipline and fails to think logically, when in the presence of adversaries that are clearly more powerful than him." Mitsuki said with a breath of impatience. "Look lady, you were bullying me..." She mocked "Street Urchin. I got a name...Sith lady, you can go now...I don't really like your attitude." She mocked Prazutis in an abnormally high pitched voice. "You'd never survive Korriban, your master or instructor will call you whatever he pleases, you do not order him around, and you certainly doesn't give a damn about your attitude."

Calming down, Mitsuki parted her hair before continuing "Now if you must know, I was debating whether I should flat out let you have the credits." She sighed before placing the small purse of credits between her beasts. Crossing her arms she waited for Prazutis' response, all in all she was actually impressed on his excellent thief work, and would make an excellent assassin. maybe she would take him under her wing one day.

 

[Prazutis]

Viole wasn't wrong... Prazutis hated this planet. He hated the people. He hated the weather. He hated just about everything about Tatooine. As far as he was concerned, he would be happy to get off. However... Was this what he wanted? Being a Sith... He had never really thought about it. He knew about the Jedi, a little bit, from yhe stories and books he read. The Sith, though, weren't as easy to dig up information on... Though sharpening his skills DID appeal to him. He could do so much better if he had an instructor. Someone to teach him about the force. Not just learn it on his own. He even brushed aside Viole's comment on being "useless". "Come to Korriban huh? Okay. Always have wanted to get off this damm planet. Spacefare is expensive and theres always guards. Never been able to stow away... I'd like to talk more about it with you. Besides, we have something in com-"

He was cut off by the loud shrieking of the woman. Mitsuki, apparently. He quickly flinch upon hearing the woman speak... What a mouth she had on her. By the Force! It was not a pleasing sound AT ALL. He endured listening to her screaming. He turned to Viole to see what he thought... No response. "Look, Mitsuki, is it? Cqn you not shriek and yell my ear off. I ain't got no master... Not anymore. Not since..." He started remembering back to the night when he killed his slaver... He then watched as she put the purse in between her breasts. So, she was thinking about giving the momey to him? How sweet. But it just annoyed him more. He wasn't a damn charity case "You got more use for those then whoring out in front of teenagers?" He smirked, stiffling a small laugh. Humour was always his mechanism to mask his annoyance and irritation. "I ain't a charity case, Lady..."

He took a deep breath, and turned back to Viole. He wanted tp talk to him more. He was fed up with the shrill Mitsuki. Viole was cool, calm, smart, and seemed to be sensible... Besides, they really did have something in common... They had both been slaves. At least, guessing from Viole's speach patterns "So, you said something about hiding my irritation. That a force ability or something?"