Sometimes, Laeo regretted being magnanimous.
Those times were few and far between; he rarely ever acted in anyone else’s interest but his own. Still, rarely was more than never, and just a short while ago, Laeonas Tannaras would have stopped at nothing to get what he wanted.
But he hadn’t spent years in exile, steeped in meditation, training and self discipline to backslide so easily.
Nyxia had given him information. She’d told him what her gloves were, she’d told him who she’d bought them from, and she’d told him who she used to work for. It was enough to narrow his search and give him a head start.
That was a year ago.
Black sun’s influence in the outer room was broad, loose, and nearly invisible. Laeo’s modest connections in the criminal underworld gave him some contacts, but he’d never even done business with the black sun. Even if he had, he couldn’t just walk up and ask about a “Crater” and get an invitation to meet him.
Part of him regretted just taking the information Nyxia had offered and leaving at that. Part of him wished he’d taken more– demanded more. How many fruitless dead ends and pointless pursuits had he followed? How much time had he wasted, how many fights had he gotten into? It would’ve been quicker and easier to take all the girl had.
It was thoughts like those that tested him the most. The whispers that urged him to give in. The kind that insisted he was weak, foolish, cowardly for not taking all he could.
It took focus to remember that it was bullshit. Strength wasn’t quick, it wasn’t easy. Following his inhibitions and doing as he pleased was. He’d spent years on his own, lashing out at the galaxy, and that had brought him was pain and weakness. He’d been nothing but a thug who could choke people with his mind when he’d met the the Grandmaster; now, he’d never been stronger. His command over the force, his technique, his reflexes and his actual strength– all of it had grown during his exile. He wasn’t a Jedi any longer, but he followed their teachings more closely today than he ever did while a Padawan.
Whether or not they would’ve approved of his current quest, he didn’t know. Eph had taught him the value of knowledge, and more recently, Nyxia had reminded him of the most important lesson he’d learned.
“In the right hands, they can do some good.”
These were the thoughts that dwelled in his mind as he sat in the back corner of the ratpit of a cantina he now sat in.