Business as Usual...Mostly

[Sebby]

The suns were setting on another day in Tatooine. Felix's ship was now repaired and ready to leave for Naboo, but he figured that it was a good opportunity to try and sell his parts. He figured no one on Naboo would be interested in buying anything, but here, it was a different story. His efforts led him to Mos Eisley, which definitely wasn't the best place he'd ever been, but at least the people here were willing to listen to him when he tried to sell his parts. None of them actually believed him on the prices, but it was a start. And if it weren't for the incident with his ship getting damaged, he wouldn't even be here to make progress with his business. And by now, Felix was even beginning to get used to the dreaded smell of dung worms. It wasn't enjoyable, but at least he was able to ignore it.

Felix wasn't able to sell as much as he would have wanted, but he at least made a little bit of money, and he saw no reason not to hit up one of the cantinas with his newly earned credits. He decided to pay a visit to the cantina that seemed the busiest, hoping that he wouldn't be spotted by anyone who could still be mad at him. This cantina was absolutely filled with shady-looking people, but Felix was a bit used to these sorts on Nar Shaddaa. They probably weren't any different on Tatooine. As he maneuvered his way through the crowd, he finally made it to the bar. Feeling a bit adventurous, he decided to try ordering Flameout. He'd never actually tried it, but he had heard of it. Apparently, it had a bit of a kick to it. When it was served to him, he took a quick sip, then began to cough. It was absolutely gross, and "little bit of a kick" was an incredible understatement! A few credits wasted, but...whatever. He wasn't leaving Tatooine with any more or less than he came with. His coughing earned him a few strange looks from the other patrons, but nothing more than that. Felix sighed as he looked down at his horrible drink. Today was actually...pretty normal. Which meant that luck was on his side! For now.

 

[Vexillar]

"Did you get the vocabulator?"

A few beeps were his response.

"Alright alright. I'm just saying, you forgot the last time. A trip back to this wasteland isn't exactly what anyone wants..."

The next beeps were quick and sounded pretty angry.

"Don't get mad! It wasn't his fault you forgot...Hey...Hold on." He stopped in his tracks as something tugged at the edge of his mind. A familiar pull that told him someone in tune with the Force was nearby. He was planning on going back home to Korriban to tinker with his new project, but he supposed he had time to check out what this being possessed. He didn't have to even go in the bar, he could see through the walls. He could see every life force in that building, and only one of them matched what a user of the Force would look like. While the others had varying shades of a dull gray, there was one person who held a lighter shade of gray, and who shined just a bit brighter than average. He was untrained, his aura gave him away. He had yet to be touched by...well anyone. This could prove to be interesting. "Eezeo, take the vocabulator back to the ship. Come find him in the cantina afterwards." The droid beeped in acknowledgement.

Viole was dressed in his Rivet-class armor today, with a deep purple cloak surrounding it. His saber was tucked behind him, hanging by the belt around his waist. He didn't anticipate needing it, as he could effortlessly clear out that bar without a second though, but it didn't hurt to have. As usual he utilized Force Stealth, keeping his signature in the Force buried away and undetectable. He didn't like being outed. On top of this, as always, his mind was a fortress, protected by layers and layers of shields, walls, and barriers. He also detested his mind, his sanctuary, being invaded. Striding into the Cantina the Miralukan tilted his head at the noise. He looked at his target, a young boy, younger than him anyway, who seemed rather out of place, even though he seemed to fit in well enough. Maybe it was just because of his Sight that he seemed out of place.

Walking up to the other male's table casually, he decided to...play a little game. He focused on the Force that rang inside of the man's body, the ebb and flow of it all. Syncing up his breathing with the movement of the primal power he began to cast a kind of...glamour on himself. He had played around with illusions a little bit before, but this was different now. He could have just used a form of Mind Speech to mentally assess the man's volatility, but there was no skill to be gained from that. He tried to create a glamour that would make him look...human. His normal sun-kissed brown hair would be black, short, and curly. His eyes would be a deep shade of blue, and his skin would be slightly pale. His facial features would resemble his own, as he didn't want to overdue the illusion. Start small. That was the best thing to do. Every step he took to get to the table drew on his ability to focus on two tasks at once. When he could sit down, it would be easier to maintain.

He didn't voice anything, he just sat down at the table and flashed the other a smile. "Hey there. You're a new face."

 

[Sebby]

Felix slightly pushed the glass of Flameout away with a look of disgust on his face. At least now he knew to never try that again. In fact, it made him feel so sick to his stomach that he didn't even want to order anything else, but he'd feel awkward if he walked out right after walking in. He set his elbow on the table and rested his head on his hand when a stranger approached him. Felix took a quick look around his surroundings and realized that the strange man was talking to him. He felt a bit weird about this person, but he thought nothing of it. His gut feelings have given him enough problems as it is, even though he was still following it to reach Naboo.

Wait! What if this guy was in cahoots with the person that shot down Felix's ship?! Or what if it is that guy?! If that's the case, Felix just found himself in a bad situation. But then again, this could very well just be a random guy looking to strike up a conversation. Why he chose to speak to Felix, he wasn't sure, but...Felix decided he'd play along for now. Maybe this man would show his true intentions after they talked a bit more.

"Hey..." Felix said, then realized his discomfort began to show in his tone of voice. Not good. He almost idly took a sip from his glass, but then he remembered it was crap, so he put it back down. Then an idea hit him. "You ever had this stuff? It's pretty great! You should drink it!" He held up the glass, offering it to the stranger with a friendly smile. Felix didn't even know if this guy was bad or not, but he wondered if anyone liked this sort of drink. Besides, if it turned out that this guy liked it, he wouldn't feel like he wasted his credits as much. And if he didn't like it, he might overreact and try to kill Felix like the other person did, but Felix was pretty confident in his ability to escape. It was the only reason why he wasn't dead yet. And he had help in the most recent incident, but...he wouldn't have to mention that, probably.

 

[Vexillar]

(( sorry for the delay, work's been nuts ))

Viole arched a brow at the man and chuckled slightly waving his hand. "No thanks, friend. Don't have much time for a drink." Of course the fact was he had plenty of time. The trip back to Korriban would be long, very long, but that's why he had texts upon texts of literature and of course meditation skills too. In reality, he could pick up on the boy's lie and just wasn't interested in humoring him in that manner, but maybe they could play another fun little game. Viole loved these little mind games, they kept him on his toes and he got to do what he does relatively best; play with people.

"Y'know. It's quite obvious you didn't like it. Ever think about working on that poker face of yours?" He grinned at him lightly. It was clear he was teasing the boy, but even clearer that he knew the truth of the matter. Viole shifted in his seat to recline a little bit, giving a small mental sigh at the draining task of keeping this illusion up. He had to fall into a small meditative state while he awaited a reply just to keep himself together. Physically he was holding up well enough, no signs of stress yet, but that could change as quickly and as suddenly as one might think when channeling a high level mind trick.

Truth be told, he was doing this for two reasons. The first was just to exercise this power. He wanted to brace it's depths and get better. The second was because he was rather curious how the present company would react when the man before him changed. The bigger question was; what would he believe? Lies were most effective when they were woven into the fabrics of truth. Would this kid believe that Viole was a dark-haired stranger, or an eye-less wonder? The thought sent a small chill down Viole's spine in anticipation. He was truly hungry for knowledge of all sorts; from the sating of curiosity to the answering of impossible questions. This was but a momentary diversion, and Viole wouldn't have this opportunity go to waste. No no. This guy could be fun...plus he was Force Sensitive. That gave Viole extra incentive to get in with him.

Extra incentive indeed...

 

[Sebby]

((OOC: It's okay))

Felix was a little disappointed, but only a little. He couldn't really say that he expected this man to accept a drink from a stranger. Felix would never put something in a drink, but the man would have no way of knowing that. For all he knew, Felix was an assassin. Actually, that thought amused Felix a bit. If he had to be honest with himself, he'd probably be the worst assassin ever, considering the time that he once fell over when attempting to lean against his ship. He hit his head on the side and was out cold for a few moments. He tried to imagine what it would be like if he did any of the amazing feats assassins were rumored to do. It wouldn't end well.

Felix broke himself away from that random train of thought when the stranger spoke again. Working on his poker-face. Hah. This guy only knew that Felix didn't like it because he probably saw Felix push it away earlier. Was this guy just trying to act all cool? Well, it wouldn't work! Felix was smarter than that, but he wouldn't retaliate just yet. He set the drink aside and put on the best straight face he could achieve, looking the stranger in the eyes. This man still made him feel quite uneasy, but along with finding out his true intentions, Felix had another objective. To...out-cool this guy. Yeah. That's what he would call it.

"Fine, you got me," Felix said. "But my poker face doesn't need working on. It's already fine. See? Can you tell what I'm thinking now?" He had to put in every effort not to grin right now. He was so confident that he'd get this guy right where he wanted him that he was overjoyed. Of course Felix's poker face was perfect!

 

[Vexillar]

He shrugged slightly and waved a hand dismissively. His mind barely had to touch the outskit's of Felix's unprotected brain to pick up traces of concrete thought and looser more fleeting things.

"Hm...You're thinking about ordering another drink?" A small smile danced on his lips. It was incredibly amusing to play this game. He, of course, just threw that out there. He didn't get any thoughts from this human about ordering anything else, but, if anything, he would at least be able to lull him into a false sense of security. He would play the 'lesser being' here for now. If only so that the game could continue. It had been so long since Viole had met someone like so...so care free, so...real. He missed these kinds of interactions.

Growing up a slave, Viole was pretty hardened to the world. This guy reminded him a lot of his own Apprentice. The only other person in the entire Sith Order who could be a complete klutz and still walk it off as if nothing had happened. Maybe the two of them would meet one day, maybe not. Viole didn't particularly care one way or the other, but the thought was amusing. This guy would certainly purpose a fair deal of...distraction for now, and that's just what Viole needed.

A man across the room shouted in surprise, silencing the cantina for a half second as everyone turned to look at him. Eezeo was crawling over his table, apparently people were blocking the more direct route. The man pulled a blaster on the droid, and Eezeo retaliated by gripping the man's hand with a tentacle and shocking him until the blaster dropped. His friend did the same, and met the same fate. A few other people skirted away from the droid after that. Eezeo beeped furiously for a moment, unable to locate his master. Viole gave a sharp whistle and the droid bounded over to the table. It took up residence on the table in front of Viole and between him and the drink. He chuckled slightly as the cantina returned to normal. "Play nice, Eezeo. We don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves. Defeats the purpose of public transportation."

 

[Sebby]

Felix grinned, thinking he'd just won whatever game they were playing. Unless the guy was just messing with him. Actually, that was a good possibility, but Felix at least wanted to believe he'd won. Wait, but if this guy was just messing with him, would that mean that he actually did know what Felix was thinking? There was no way! Felix's poker face was perfect! He liked to think that it was perfect, anyway. There's no way this stranger would know unless he was magical or something, like a...a Jedi. His thoughts became a bit scrambled now. Is that why something felt strange? Felix somewhat chuckled at the thought. Jedi were far too busy with...whatever they did. Saving the galaxy or something. One of them wouldn't waste time with someone like Felix. Why would he even think about this? He finally came to the conclusion that he did, indeed, win the game.

And so the whole Jedi thing left Felix's mind completely when he heard some commotion going on somewhere else in the Cantina. He watched as some kind of droid shocked a couple people sitting at another table. Clearly, someone needs to better control their droid. But then, he felt a ping of horror when the stranger he was with whistled to the droid to call it over. So, a strange guy owns a strange droid. Both are possibly dangerous. Felix stood up from the table. He had a bad feeling about this. He let out a bit of an awkward laugh.

"Hey, uh..." He began, trying to think of something. "I just remembered I need to change my ship's, uh..." He stuttered for a moment. "F...d...door! The door! See ya!" He turned around and rushed past the other patrons, and after he was out...he made a run for it. He didn't run very far from the Cantina, only running into the first alley he saw. In his mind, he'd just escaped from a possible...er...strange person? Why did he run away again? Felix felt uneasy about him, sure, but running? Oh, well. His instincts told him that it was the best course of action, so he took it! And now, if the guy decided to come after him, there's no way he'd find him here! That's what Felix hoped, anyway.

 

[Vexillar]

He chuckled softly as the boy ran off. He looked down at Eezeo and motioned for the droid to go. Eezeo beeped and this time people made room for the arachnid. Nobody said much to Viole about him, and probably for good reason. The droid left, following Felix as closely as he could while still remaining hidden from sight. Meanwhile, Viole let his illusion slip off and took a moment to catch his breath. He was tired. Very tired, but he still had enough energy for more fun with this guy.

The Miraluka stood up casually and left the cantina. His mind being thrown out to tail the kid in his own way. The Sith wouldn't be shaken so easily. He pulled the galaxy into him and expelled it in one powerful jump up to the top of a building where he could see more of the city. Eezeo beeped that he had the target's location. Viole chuckled and acknowledge the transmission. This would be fun. In no time he had located the boy himself, looking down at him. He spotted some rope just behind Felix and used the Force to grab it and pull it up to him. He gave a whistle to get Felix's attention and motioned for him to come up throwing the rope down.

"Hey quickly. Come up here. That droid isn't far behind!" He used a free hand to motion for Felix to hurry up and climb the rope. If Felix chose to follow the rope's line up, Viole would indeed support the rope until he got to the top and was safely on the roof. He didn't want to hurt the kid. He was just having some fun, and oh this was just far too much fun.

 

[Sebby]

Once in the alley, Felix turned around toward where he came in. He didn't see anyone following him, but if they were, he'd probably put himself in a bad position. This alley was a dead end, and he wouldn't be able to escape so easily. That was until, for some unknown reason, help came from above. Another stranger threw down a rope and told Felix to climb up. He was skeptical, but with that weird droid following him, this is probably his only way out. He grabbed onto the robe and planted his feet on the side of the building, climbing to the roof. He was glad the guy didn't decide to drop the rope, or Felix would be incredibly angry...and injured. Again.

He muttered a small "thanks" at the man after he reached the top, but took a couple steps back from him. Just like the guy in the Cantina, there was something shady about this person too. Was there some sort of ulterior motive involved for helping Felix? That was usually the case on Nar Shaddaa. Most of the time, people wouldn't help others just out of the kindness of their hearts. They did it because they'd get something out of it. But Felix wasn't sure if it'd be appropriate to ask those kinds of questions right now. "What are you doing up here?" That would have to suffice for now. He also didn't know if that droid would be able to follow him up here, but at least he had more escape routes if it did. Whatever this man's reasons were for helping him, Felix owed him. He didn't mind doing something in return, as long as it didn't cause more trouble.

 

[Nor'baal]

It was always a pleasure to be on Tatooine, the den of Scum and Villainy that it was. It certainly was a good place to get a brain... thought Vilmark as he trotted into the Cantina. IN the very literal sense, he was after the brain of a Law Enforcement Officer, for a shady client who wanted the security codes for a local militia armoury, as well as the computer database. He had not bothered to ask anything else, all he knew was that he was getting a hefty fee for his trouble, this time however, his usual 10% of the value rule didn't apply, instead he had asked for something more tangible, a pass into Imperial Space from the Outer-Rim.

Walking into the Cantina, he took a seat, waiting for his contact to arrive.....

 

[Vexillar]

"Eh. It's relaxing up here. Can see all the happenings...oh look. There's that droid. He pointed down as the golden arachnid turned into the alley way, looked around for a moment, and then left. He turned to the guy and held out his hand politely. "Name's V'annon." He introduced himself casually, using an alias he had adopted a while back when he met a lost little sheep he adopted. His mind was spinning with possibilities for this kid. He didn't show much promise...or any really, but that's what exciting him. He loved the challenge. Taking something negligible, and turning it into something useful. Turning it into something loyal to him. Viole was a Sith in title alone. That's what he'd always claim. That's what he believed to be true. So he manipulated, schemed, and moved people around like pawns. So he preyed on the innocence of others, the naivety of those blind to the universe and all it's monsters. So he did all these things...didn't everybody? Nobody was a true saint, everyone had an ulterior motive...

A killer dressed in silk and satin is still a killer.

The Jedi, for all their moral preaching, were still just organized killers who did what they could to push people to oppose the Imperium. Did that make them any better than him? No. As much as they'd like to believe it did. At the end of the day, they were the same people divided by silly words with little meaning other than to restrict their soldiers to their own side of the playground. It was complete bullshit. So maybe that's why he liked this kid and others like him. People sensitive to the Force who were yet untouched by the war, untouched by Jedi and Sith propaganda. They were always so charming...

 

[Sebby]

Felix narrowed his eyes at the strange man, still suspicious of his intentions. But, he had to admit, they did have a good view from up here. Even now, when he turned around, Felix could spot someone else heading into the Cantina. A tough-looking Twi'lek guy, similar to the ones that have been trying to beat up Felix all this time. It brought back such fond memories he had on Nar Shaddaa, when he'd run for hours after ripping someone off on a purchase. Felix sighed in quiet frustration before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. That was, what the stranger in front of him was planning. He was a lot like the man he spoke to in the Cantina, just...looked different. Also, he was on the roof of a building, which was also strange.

"Felix..." He said simply, then shook V'annon's hand after hesitating for a moment. "And I guess the better question is...how did you get up here? And why did you help me?" He'd have to reveal his true intentions now! Because Felix asked! Well, that might have been shooting for some high hopes, but still. If V'annon chose to lie, Felix was a bit curious as to what kind of story he'd go with. Maybe something ridiculous like he jumped up here, just to confuse Felix. That thought almost made him laugh, actually. Well, whatever. He'd let V'annon answer his questions, but either way, Felix was going to get out of here. He ran into too many shady characters today, and he didn't want to risk the next one trying to kill him. He inched back toward the edge of the roof, but he didn't intend to jump.

 

[Vexillar]

He pursed his lips slightly. "Well jumping of course. Figure you could have jumped too, but maybe not? He shrugged slightly. Playing a role of savior was...interesting. Of course he had done it before, but never in this capacity. Never like this. Where was he going? What purpose did he have being here? Little...little business, and this was merely a minor distraction, but this was interesting to say the least. Where could this lead? Having a contact on the outside was never bad. Never. Someone he could call upon to do something that he himself couldn't do. As much freedom and power as he held within the Imperium, he didn't have total control. He had secrets and skeletons just like everyone else. Things that could get him in terrible trouble, with far too many people. Things that would keep him on his toes and on the run for a very long time. It's not that he couldn't do it, but why bother? If he didn't have to run, if he didn't have to live like the Jedi or older Orders do, then why go through with it? Why bother? There was simply no point.

He looked down for a moment and then decided that a display would probably be better. After all, jumping all the way up here was a...difficult thing to do for those that don't have the Force. Of course all parties involved here did. So how hard was it really? Not very. It was literally as easy as jumping. "Here. Watch." He smiled warmly for a moment before jumping from his current position to the next building over and then back again. The energy output was minimal. He had been using powers like this for decades. As he landed softly in front of Felix and flashed him a cocky grin and motioned for him to go. "C'mon. I know you can jump...can't you?" This would be what he was looking for. An awareness of Felix's Force Sensitive capabilities. If he was aware, then he could be trained to wield them. If he was unaware, then he could be trained to be wielded. It was a win win situation for the Arcanist either way.

 

[Sebby]

((OOC: holy moly I never knew this was updated I'm so sorry))

Jumping. This guy was saying that he just jumped up here? How was that even possible? Felix had to hold back laughter as he listened to this, but...now that he thought about it, he didn't notice any other way to climb up. But then, if V'annon really did jump up here, he couldn't be just a normal person. Perhaps he was a Je...di. A Jedi. Felix shook his head in disbelief, forcing the possibility out of his mind. What were the chances that he'd meet a Jedi, and why would they show any interest in him? Besides, if V'annon were a Jedi, didn't he have some meditating to do or an old lady to help cross the street? A Jedi wouldn't waste their time with Felix.

Just as Felix was determined to get to the bottom of this, V'annon displayed his abnormal jumping abilities for Felix to actually see. Felix stood there, dumbfounded. It was apparent now that this man was either a Jedi, or just very good at jumping. Despite his earlier thoughts, Felix wanted to believe the latter. For some strange reason, V'annon asked Felix to mimic what he had just done, which only earned him a burst of laughter. Felix looked at the distance between the two buildings and then beck to V'annon. He couldn't be serious. The grin on his face practically gave him away. "You want me to jump that? Felix asked, raising his eyebrows at V'annon. "Obviously, you've been practicing. Unfortunately, I uh...haven't. But it's not like I really need to. Jumping between buildings isn't important in my line of work." Felix was almost tempted to ask V'annon what he did for a living, but he kind of didn't want to know. The guy creeped him out already.

 

[Vexillar]

"Sure you can jump it. Look, just close your eyes, take a breath...and jump. Tell you what..." Viole just wanted him to jump. He wasn't sure if Felix didn't want to jump because he couldn't, or because he wanted to hide his power. Judging by his aura, he was still rather untrained...if at all. Still, even if he couldn't jump, Viole wouldn't allow the boy to fall to his death. He'd catch him at the least. "If you jump, you get one free favor. No matter your line of work, a favor can always come in handy. Especially from someone...well from someone in a position of power." He offered up something he rarely gave. Viole was much more comfortable getting favors rather than owing them, but this was worth it. Having a guy like Felix in his pocket could prove to be useful. Felix was obviously a very cunning guy, who knew his way around people, streets, and situations. So why not get on his good side? Such things were always useful traits to have in companions. He didn't want to put too much of his power out on the table, but little by little at least.

The more important question was; Should he tell Felix he was a Sith? The current answer was no. Felix was jumpy as hell already, and all he had done was made some conversation and made a jump that no normal human could make. If he told Felix that he was actually a Sith Master in the Imperium? Well he was sure that Felix would most certainly run away and that would be that. No. He'd keep up this charade for now, maybe he'd tell Felix at some other point in time, maybe it'd never actually come up. It didn't matter to V either way really, he'd just be happy to have someone outside of the Order to associate with.

 

[Sebby]

Either Felix misinterpreted what V'annon was saying or the guy just told him to close his eyes while jumping! This man was crazier than Felix thought! Why was he so desperate to make Felix jump anyway? He was beginning to think that asking "why" in the first place was useless at this point. He was even offering a favor to Felix as someone in power. As tempting as that was, Felix wasn't sure if he should take him up on that. It could possibly solve a lot of his problems, but what kind of power were they talking here? If V'annon happened to be the leader of some secret crime syndicate, that could cause more problems. So, this could go one way or the other. Well, Felix would just have to take it like he took anything else. V'annon would get his jump, all right.

He let out an innocent and slightly awkward laugh. "I don't think so," He said, waving a hand. "I mean, I'm not a Jedi or anything." Before he could see whatever reaction V'annon would have to that statement, Felix hopped back, slipping down to hang off the edge of the building and planting his feet on the side. He then kicked off of the building and jumped down, landing on his feet at the bottom. It was a bit of a stretch, but he had at least done this sort of thing before. Once on the ground, Felix turned away from the building and made a run for the other side of the street, slipping into another alleyway and emerging from the other side. Well, crap. He still didn't know his way around, but he'd just have to keep running aimlessly.

 

[Vexillar]

"So a game of chase...well this couldn't possibly go wrong in the least bit." He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, following Felix as he chuckled. It had been a while since he was allowed to stretch his legs like this. He leaned over the side of the roof he was on and zeroed in on Felix's mind. You have a talent, Felix. A power somewhere inside you. Haven't you felt it? Some uncanny sense of danger, a weird feeling you get from certain people? He spoke these thoughts directly into the boy's head, his voice echoing within his walls, almost overpowering the sounds of the city life. Viole swung his legs over the rooftop and sat there for a moment before giving a sharp whistle to attract the guy's attention. If he looked up then he'd give a small wave with a friendly smile. If not, then he'd simply slide off the ledge and land not too far from Felix...and then he'd wave at him.

He very much vastly preferred people who weren't trying to run away all the time. Trust was such a...fickle thing. Fragile, easy to lose, hard to gain, and he hated it because of that. What he needed was to convince Felix that he was a good guy, that he was a safe person. He held his hands up to show he was unarmed. "Felix, relax. Just trying to help you. Know how dangerous it is for you to be running around being...well you? The Sith aren't exactly the kindest kids on the block, y'know? It's a hard life out here for guys like us. Wouldn't have gotten this far without a teacher, or at least someone who knew how to better hide what we are. Just like you should learn at least that. Hiding yourself so that the Sith can't find you." He spoke gently as he slowly stepped forward, keeping his hands visible.

 

[Sebby]

Felix immediately stopped running when he heard a voice. That was...V'annon's voice, wasn't it? He turned his head quickly to look around, but didn't see V'annon anywhere around him. This only served to freak him out even more, and he was beginning to think V'annon might be one of the few people he couldn't run away from. And what was he talking about with this power? And a feeling of danger around certain people? You mean like from you? Felix thought. He then heard a whistle, and when he turned, that's where V'annon was. The man had his hands up and was walking toward Felix, saying some things that only confused him. Felix knew--coming from Nar Shaddaa--that just because someone had their hands up, didn't mean they were safe. And something was extremely odd about V'annon. Felix couldn't think of how to describe it exactly, and his eyebrows pulled together as he felt a drop of sweat roll down his face. With each step V'annon made to come forward, Felix took a step back, eyes locked on the man.

"What are you even talking about?" Felix asked, his voice becoming only a tiny bit shaky. "I'm just a guy who sells droid parts. I've got nothing to do with the Sith. Why would they look for me?" This whole situation was just weird, and V'annon was beginning to sound utterly insane. Or, maybe Felix was the one who was going insane. After all, he did just hear V'annon's voice in his head...or that was what it seemed.

 

[Vexillar]

"Yes. You are just a guy who sells droid parts. That doesn't mean you're not incredibly special...It doesn't mean you don't have a gift, a talent. Plenty of people, including the guy you're talking to now, have come from...well nothing. Slavery being the particular nothing here..." His voice dropped a bit, losing some of it's cheer and charm and being replaced with a hint of sadness. He lost the downed town in his voice, and resumed the cheer and charm. "But as you know, the Sith are everywhere, Felix. If you were dealing with a dangerous person, if the intent here was to harm you, wouldn't you be harmed already? Yes. But instead, here we are. Talking. Just like back on the roof. The sooner you realize your gift, the sooner you can protect yourself from the Sith. Whether you shack up with the Jedi or keep selling parts is up to you. But it's unlikely that you want to have a bed on Korriban...Trust, been there done that..." He touched his left cheek slightly where a small scar from the brush of a lightsaber resided.

With a sigh he continued softly. "If it wasn't for the Jedi...well we wouldn't be having this conversation. This guy would be dead...but the Jedi, well they're not as bad as the Imperium would have you think." He smiled at him. "All cards on the table. Ask any question, and you'll get a straight forward answer. Just asking for a chance here. That's all." This was getting to be problematic. Not Felix. No. Felix was fun, and Viole hadn't told a lie yet. Which was rather incredible for him. Especially the dead bit. He mentally shuttered as he recalled a bomb going off signed, sealed, and delivered by the Jedi Grandmaster's mother, and being saved by said Grandmaster. Fun times. No, what was difficult was not addressing himself. Could he speak as Felix and every normal sentient spoke? Yes. It was difficult and caused him to stutter though, so he referred to himself in the third person instead. But if Felix was freaking out from the mention of powers and such, how was he going to get Felix to give him a chance if Viole was speaking in the third person? No. That was out of the question. So maybe answering a question honestly and directly would be a bit tricky, but Viole felt he could manage....

Maybe.

 

[GABA]

"/No...no...no no no.../" Ebb whispered in Olys Corellisi to herself as she dug through the junk yard for parts. She tried each piece to her device and frowned to every one that didn't work. Arnine was also present with her and he beeped negatively every time she picked up a new piece to fit it together. Eventually the Corellian Jedi gave Arnine a look that would get the toughest of setients to back off, though for Arnine, he knew the look would be a bluff, he was just a droid, upon who she was dependent on him for some tasks.

Ebb picked up a rusted joint piece and attached it, finding a fit. The woman's face lite up with her success and showed Arnine, who whistled sarcastically. "/Yeah, well, I was going to take you apart next if I couldn't find what I wanted. So you can.../" Ebb stopped, she felt something odd in the Force, a presence to be more exact. She turned around catching a glimpse of something from a roof top in her peripheral vision. However, whatever was there, was now out of her sight, but it was not yet gone.

"/Here Arnine,/" Ebb handed the piece to the droid, who grasped it in its hook, "/Hold this and stay here, something is off.../" she said readjusting her cowl and climbed with grace to the top of the junk pile and onto the junk shop's rooftop. Arnine beeped and tweeted wanting to know what she wanted to do about the junk shop owner, "/Well, just tell him I had to use the refresher or something!/" she hissed and waved her hand dismissively at the droid.

Ebberla followed her senses, feeling the pull as the presence grew stronger, her own hidden within the waves of the Force, taking the form of the presences around her, blending into the folk of the dusty and villainous Tatooine city. She kept low, eventually laying on her belly to peek over the ledge of the roof top to a couple and their droid below. There was a wave a fear and uncertainty coming from one and the other, well, Ebb could sense the false safety, but there was something oddly familiar with him.

The Force flowed through Ebb quietly as she reached for the approaching figure in the Force, she could feel their presence more clearly, but they were clearly well trained and experienced. The other though, clearly not trained, their conversation only faint to Ebb's ears as she tried to pinpoint their topic. Though with how he felt, Ebb knew he would need help and that's exactly what she would do.

His emotions were wild, unchecked and Ebb was able to snag him up with ease with the Force. The young man who claimed to just sell droid parts would feel himself become weightless as he was swiftly lifted off the ground and over the sith who slowly approached him, landing with safe distance behind him.

Ebberla was certain this would be an entertaining party. Revealing her location, she leaped down from the rooftop and joined at Felix's side.

"Alright, you're playing the creeper game a little too well here." Ebb spoke, a twinge in her words giving away her Corellian heritage and brushed back her cowl for better observation of the area.