End of the Edge

[Silas Edgelrd]

Jedi Temple on Ithor - Midnight - Clear Skies

Edgelrd stumbled towards the Jedi Temple on Ithor. He hadn't noticed or sensed it, mostly because he wasn't actually good but also because he was karked out of his mind on death sticks. Like, really, really, really karked. He a LOT of deathsticks. If it wasn't for the Force he'd be long dead. He was also drunk. Very drunk.

He had no weapons on him besides his mini me, and maybe the bottle of vodka in his left hand. Now, he hadn't left "home" (aka anywhere he found to sleep) without his weapons, but some time between waking up and getting here they'd gone missing. It might've been that very friendly lady who had agreed to spend time with him for some credits, but only the Force knew. He had dropped his father's coffin a couple minutes ago, because his arm was sore.

Before he could actually walk into the temple walls, something tugged at his senses...

He had to go pee.

Carefully he unzipped his jeans, because he wasn't wearing armor besides how he smelled, and started to relieve himself without aiming anywhere particular. His stream of pee landed on some flowers that looked like they were carefully cared for. Hopefully they liked deathsticks, since some of the chemicals probably went through him into his pee.

 

[Zex Vric]

It was yet another night on Ithor, the Nautolan rebel had taken a liking for the place ever since the nightmare he had to go through in it and the weeks he spent helping rebuild villages after it. Whenever he came and saw everything was all right, he felt relieved, and happy, he felt like he helped them, like he had done something important. Of course, he didn't have a place in the planet, and whenever he visited it, the jedi didn't mind lending him a room to sleep in their temple.

Zex wad walking out of the entrance, wanting to take a walk and look at the stars, maybe have a drink or two at the nearest tavern, before encountering a strange man.

Zex stared in confusion as he saw a drunk man around his age and high on deathsticks pee on the temple's flowers, Zex was 5 meters away from him yet he could smell the booze and the deathsticks. "Hey, Stop pissing on the temple's flowers man!" The Nautolan shouted, hoping to catch his attention and making him stop, chances of that actually happening were low though, seeing how he was drunk and stoned, but Zex really didn't want to get closer and smell even more of the crackhead.

@Dread

 

[Silas Edgelrd]

The Sith turned his head to look at whoever yelled at him. He didn't fully understand what the man said, because at this point he didn't even fully understand how he had gotten here. In fact, he was so high he wasn't sure if he existed or not. It almost felt like he was a character being written in a story.

What he did understand was manners. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out a box of sigs, "Sup my dude, want a smoke?" His offer didn't last long because he made a funny face before dropping the pack and grabbing his unzipped pants. He promptly pulled them down to his ankles and squatted.

It was not long until a big curled up pile of human excrement sat in the middle of a waywalk to the Jedi temple. Edgelrd grunted a, "Good day huh, mate?" He nodded even if the man didn't answer him. "Oh yeah the sigs," he added, reaching down to the ground to grab the pack and pull out a sig for himself.

 

[Zex Vric]

The Nautolan still looked at the sith acolyte in a confused manner, he reminded him of how stupid could sentients be, he kind of reminded him of his childhood, which was not something nice since he spent his childhood in one of the shittiest places of one of the shittiest planets in the galaxy. Anyways, Zex didn't feel like watching him take a crap in the flowers that probably some poor youngling put there with the best intention in the world.

So, while Silas asked him if he wanted a smoke, Zex grabbed a nearby water hose and pointed it at the man the moment he started squatting, who would probably not even realize seeing his current state, and started spraying water over him "Go take a shit somewhere else you moron, this ain't the place to do it" The rebel responded, increasing the pressure of the water hose, knowing how people in such a sorry state reacted to stuff like that from experience, Zex expected Silas to fall backwards after that and hopefully sit on a cactus that was nearby him, either way, his reaction was probably going to be fun to watch.

@Dread

 

[Zex Vric]

So, just like the Nautolan expected, the moment he started to shower the crackhead by using the waterhose, the pitiful sith acolyte would be surprised, stumble backwards and fall and then sit on the cactus that was behind him, making the Nautolan smile a lot, not only did it serve him right, but it was also hilarious, "Ooooh, that's gotta hurt a lot" Zex said with a smile on his face, he expected Silas to start crying of pain any time now, seeing how using a cactus as a chair was probably very painful, hopefully it would serve him as a lesson and make him leave.

OOC: Did I just autohit a cactus in your ass? I autohit a cactus in your ass.

@Dread

 

[Silas Edgelrd]

Silas was minding his own business, taking out a sig and having his dump when suddenly he was being attacked! Whatever was attacking him was very wet, and cold. What type of Force creature was this?! He screamed and fell backwards, suddenly feeling his ass in pain.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" he screamed again but louder, using the Force without thinking to very slightly push the cactus. It barely moved, because firstly it was a cactus and secondly even his raw strength was laughable.

He grabbed his pained, bleeding bottom and ran to go inside the temple to escape this wet creature attacking him. Though even if he made it to the building, he'd slam into the wall beside the door and fall back onto the ground unconscious. The door seemed to realize he was there anyway, sliding open with a hiss as his eyes closed and his mind fell into the abyss.

 

[Zex Vric]

And jut like he expected, the crackhead sat on the cactus, started panicking, and knocked himself out by headbutting the wall, knocking himself out and making the Nautolan laugh a big louder than usual, this dude had to be the most pitiful guy he had ever encountered in years, not even in Nar Shaddaa were people as strange as the young man, mostly because dumbasses didn't get to survive long in the Smuggler's moon.

So, Zex started approaching Silas before a padawan came out of the temple, looking at the guy in confusion "What's going on here?" The padawan asked Zex, who simply shrugged "This guy was literally shitting on your doorstep, so I took care of him" The padawan seemed even more confused now, but he at least pulled Silas' pants up by using the force, sparing them both from having to watch his butt filled with cactus thorns "But...he is force sensitive, and I am pretty sure I can sense...darkness in him, not much, but it is there" Zex's eyes widened, now he was the one confused, letting out a smile "Are you implying this moron is a sith? Are you serious? Look at him! He is pitiful!" The Nautolan pointed at him, but then sighed, there was no reason to not believe the padawan, so he simply grabbed Silas by his legs and started dragging him inside the temple "Arda is gonna love this..."

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