A New Leaf

[Lighthouse]

With little reason to linger Petros made his way into one of the nearby bars. Maybe he'd be able to pick up another job there but in the meantime his reason for being in the city was done. There was a dingy little place called the "Urban Garden" with some neon signs outside including a neon twi'lek woman going through provocative poses. Some of the lights flickered or were burnt out but the purpose was obvious. Petros smirked and entered.

 

[Vosrik]

"Hangar bay 4...hangar bay 4..." Oberon repeated under his breath as he scanned the numbers, his pack slung over his shoulder. Finding the correct one, he approached it but was stopped by two armed patrols.

"You there! This isn't your ship. We'll have to ask you to leave."

The investigator was rather taken aback by this, but then again he'd never gotten this far into Ruusan's hangar bays to experience it before. Scowling, he pointed at the ships where the Jedi would likely be standing as well. "Well excuse me, I'm their passenger. I'm sure you'd rather not impede the Jedi Order?"

"Watch your tone!" one of them threatened, but the other held him back and silently shook his head. Backing up and continuing on their way, the second one mumbled, "Apologies, we've had a lot of reports of stowaways from our port recently. Carry on."

Staying where he was until the patrols were well on their way, Oberon took one final look at his home for the past 25 years. On one hand, the city was quaint and had its own charms. Trade wasn't so bad, criminal activity was a bit high, education was good. In reality though, it was all rather...bland. Oberon gave it two middle fingers before approaching the Jedi.

"Good fekking riddance," he murmured, reaching the ship and peering at it with anticipation. "Hello again, Master Jedi. I don't know where you intend on dropping me off, I have no preference. Any place would be fine by me."

@Caramon @Stryker​

 

[Caramon]

Caramon was gathering the last of his things when he heard a scuffle outside of the hangar. Standing up the Jedi turned to see Oberon being harrased by a few guards. After the guard realized he was there to meet the Jedi they eventually let him pass. Oberon turned to see his homeworld one last time.

As he turned to once again join the two, Caramon greeted him.

"Hello again Master Jedi, I don't know where you intend on dropping me off, I have no preference. Any place would be fine by me."

Caramon chuckled slightly at his comments.

"You say that now but you have never visited the smugglers moon or the Sith homeworld. We wont just drop you off anywhere."
@Stryker

 

[Stryker]

Ra'taak heard the sound of the guards voices echo through the hanger. Curious, he stopped what he was doing -checking supplies in a corrugated metal crate. The large horned head turned just in time to catch Oberon give two middle fingers. He raised a brow, but if he were to be honest with himself he found it amusing, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't stifle soft chuckle.

He heard Caramon called out to the guards, chastising them for being a bit to zealous in their duties. But they made a valid point. Stowaways.

The lid of the crate groaned as Ra'taak closed it. He turned and walked towards their passenger, "Call me Ra'taak. Heed my companion's words, destination does matter..." He gestured Oberon to the ship with a hand walking by his side. "We are on our way to Dantooine."

 

[Vosrik]

"You say that now, but you have never visited the smugglers moon or the Sith homeworld. We won't just drop you off anywhere."

Oberon thought about the Jedi's statement for a moment. While clearly he had a grudge against both, the investigator really had nothing to base either places off of. While merely shrugging, he opted not to voice his opinion but wouldn't have minded visiting the Smuggler's Moon or the homeworld of the Sith...wherever that was. Anywhere that wasn't Ruusan.

The now-familiar Anoo-dat Prime approached him and the two approached the Knight's ship. "A pleasure, Ra'taak. I've seen plenty different species here in the trade hub, but admittedly not many of your kind. And frankly, I'd be grateful for any destination."

While general conversation would continue, the three took off shortly thereafter and within a few hours had arrived on Dantooine. Thus would begin a new chapter in the life of Oberon Bernulf.

Finis​