Good Will Hunting

[Hesh Prospero]

Days and days had passed since Elias and Hesh had began operating in the dense crowds of Nar Shaddaa. So far, things had proven remotely successful. While they weren't being lifted of the ground due to sheer power, they were creating roads and routes to making their dreams a reality. A lot of this success was due in part to Elias's ability to work a crowd, and some of the success due to Hesh's powerful, yet unfortunate, sensory ability.

Hesh's comlink rang, an alarm set off to let him know that it was time to get to work. The past few days had been a bust, though he enjoyed the bright lights of the area. Pink neon was starting to become one of his favorite colors. And, now becoming a routine, Hesh affixed the comlink to his outfit, buckled up his boots, and made sure his armament was well secured and flush with his belt.

It seemed like all adventures, they began at this saferoom...quite a magical place it was turning out to be. Stepping onto the streets of the city, Hesh's mind was flooded with suffering and sorrow. The Force called out to him, screaming for empathy, screaming for understanding that Hesh couldn't provide. How he wished that this curse would end...but, the curse did have its uses.

Like a spike in a level field, Hesh could feel a soul cry out. Not on purpose, but it was there. Rage, suffering, confusion...and pain. So much pain. Hesh was forced to burden this pain with them, and focused in on the feeling, letting it propel his steps and guide his search.

It didn't take long to see the figure that this emanated from. They were certainly dressed a certain way that made sense for somebody trying to hide their pain from the world. Hesh would peer over a railing, down to an alleyway below the towering sprawl of upper level that he was searching. A man, maybe. White cloak...and though dark, maybe a mask? Interesting.

The Force guiding his body, Hesh would vault himself quietly over the railing, allowing the energy to slow his descent and land softly, yet firmly on the ground in front of the white cloaked being. Hesh stood rather unmasked, save a long gray jacket. Though unassuming in appearance, Hesh's wide frame, bruised face, and scraped knuckles suggested a more physical lifestyle. He would await the cloaked fellow's response, to determine what to do next.

 

[Invictus]

The sounds and smell of the cities lower levels were nothing but a small nuisance otherwise, he was use to this squalor. As he wandered the streets almost blindly as he began to piece together a plan of action. He saw refugees and homeless children run the streets, seen women selling themselves outside of the local cantina. Probably have a debt to one of the Hutts, no matter to Invictus as he was not one to reach out and feel the pain of others. He had enough of his own, as well as a growing hunger for power.

He could feel aches and surges around him, it was bizarre and slightly overwhelming because of the dense population. Invictus felt as if he could feel the way others were feeling in the air, it was then he realized another feeling.

A large man landed before him seemingly out of no where. The man looked rough in lifestyle, perhaps he was going to try and rob Invictus. As the thought crossed his mind in a fraction of a second he had already pulled out a single vibroblade and pointed it in Hesh's direction.

"Don't try it." Invictus stated cold and emotionlessly trying to avoid ending yet another life.

 

[Kolas Lindo]

~Several weeks ago on Quarzite~
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The cavern was dark and quite, like many others on the subterranean world. The only light being a few glowing crystals jutting from the walls. The only sound being rhythmic steps and soft sounds of a twirling spear. Beads of sweat dripped off the Kage exile as he went through his practice drills. Always in motion, he'd twirl the spear to his lift and stab out impaling an imagined foe. He'd deftly summer-salt forward and swing the spear in a wide arc behind himself, to intercept the attack of another attacker. He'd then spin his body and plant his right foot and stab out several times to kill the other opponent. This went on and on, letting himself slip deeper into his own rhythm. This was Kolas at his most focused and the he let the force flow through him, let his deeper emotions guide his movements. This was essentially Kolas' way of meditating and he felt he could use the break from his recent excursion. He'd returned to his home world and hoped to find some purpose here, but so far had found none. His own people had rejected him which he could not understand. They were warriors like himself, proud and fierce; but they did not want him. They claimed he was an abomination to their ideals and beleifs! To the hells with them one and all. He would find his way and the force would guide him.

As he worked he began to slip deeper and deeper into his motions until he felt as if he wasn't even moving. He'd reached the apex of his meditation. If the force wished to show him anything it would be now. He waited and continued for what felt like hours before the force finally made it's will clear. He began to see images, blurry at first though they soon came into focus. Dirty streets of a city, filled with neon signs as far as the eye could see. He knew this place, Nar Shaada. From here he could see one of the many fighting arenas on the Hutt moon. There he saw a young man, only a few years his younger. The man was a pit fighter, and a wild one at that. He could see the man become more and fueled by hatred. The human had skill, but it was unfocused and wasted in such fights. He saw the man making an escape from his masters and fleeing into the streets of the Smuggler Moon, the last sight of him wearing a white cloak.

His vision then changed and he saw glimpses of others, all fueled by the dark. His fellow Exiles! Many were on Nar Shaada. The dark was once again gathering itself. The force didn't tell him why, but he sensed that powerful darksiders had arisen. Yes a call had been made. The exiles were to gather again. He sensed purpose this movement, not just blind lust for conquest and power, though those things would surely come. No, this was a true uprising...he would have his purpose once again.

As quickly as his visions had come they dispersed and now fully aware agian the Kage finished his routine and took in ragged breaths. Sweat dripped from his body and his legs ached. He had no idea how long he had been in motion, but exhausted as he was the exile couldn't help but smile a devious smile. Souwa stalked into the cave them and gave her usual low rumbling growl of greeting. Kolas turned to regard the cave stalker, the only kindred soul he'd mangaged to find on Quarzite. "Welcome home girl, but don't get comfortable. We've work to do." With that he gathered his belongings. Really just his armor and small survival pack and made his way out into the Quarzite wilds, Souwa always behind him as if she was his shadow. He made a purposeful path toward one of the many massive lifts that led to orbit around Quarzite.

~Present: Nar Shaada~
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Kolas stalked the dank streets of Nar Shaada. He'd been here for several days now after "procuring" a shuttle off Quarzite. He'd left Souwa on said shuttle as her presence would only draw attention. Not that Kolas would need any help as he wasn't ashamed to brandish his robes and armor in public along with his saber and spear. He'd so far had no luck tracking down any other exiles here, though they could easily have been suppressing their presence in the force. The Kage also hadn't run into the pit fighter from his vision. Kolas had a strange draw to the man. Perhaps it was his combat skill, unrefined and raw, and Kolas wanted to hone it. Turn the man into a weapon of the Exiles. He'd have to find him first however and as far as Kolas knew, his vision could have been from the past or the future. The force seldom worked in the literal sense.

He walked for hours as in all honesty he didn't really have a set destination. He trusted the force would show him the way. After another hour his patience was rewarded. He felt a presence in the force. Raw and ragged like a broken blade. It cut through the usual surface dread and hopelessness that was Nar Shaada and shown like a beacon. That had to be him, though even if it wasn't it warranted an investigation. He followed the presence letting the flow of the force guide him, when he suddenly felt another presence, much more controlled but just as dark. He turned a corner and the 2 came into view. Yes he'd found the white cloaked man! The other he was unsure of, but from the way the pit fighter reacted he could tell he had yet to learn to control any of his power. Kolas approached the pair from behind the white cloaked figure.

"Lower your sword boy." He'd stop a few feet behind the fighter and look at the bald man and wait for the swordsman to look his way. "He may look un-armed but I promise you he and I both possess a weapon far more deadly than any sword."

@Vulcan @blstrgmr

 

[Hesh Prospero]

Hesh, without a word, let his hand wander to the grip of his mace, unlatching it from his belt and letting it fall slightly to the ground with a loose grip. The phrik head made a sturdy metal clanging sound on the metal paneling of the walkway.

And yet, a presence. Somebody else as approaching...he could feel that much. But, who would be coming directly for the two of them in such a low-traffic space? Hesh could feel the Force screaming out to him, it seemed every person in the immediate vicinity was steeped in the Dark Side, and yet, Elias had always warned Hesh that not every Exile was their ally. Quite the opposite in fact.


With a gentle hand wave of his unarmed side, the white cloaked figure would feel the Force gently yet firmly push him away to the right to clear a path between Hesh and Kolas. "What's your purpose here? Don't interfere with my work. I have business with this man." Straight to being standoffish, Hesh lacked the charisma that Elias held for their cause. Typically, Hesh operated as an enforcer, one to intimidate. Generally, he could avoid a fight just by looking vicious, and then lead the person of interest to Elias, who would be much more amicable and calm their nerves. The Force screamed, and screamed...then grew quiet. It was as if it predicted a clash between the men, though Hesh didn't want it to come to that. He clenched his teeth and grimaced slightly, the power of the Dark Side radiating from him without him willing it.

"I can feel your ambition, your anger, your passion. Both of you. You-", he pointed the head of the Mace towards Kolas. "I understand the man in white, but why are you here? Why have you come?" His eyes narrowed and his weight shifted, as if expecting immediate retaliation. It was rather clear from an outsider's perspective, that Hesh had encountered many of these scenarios, and they had all seemed to erupt into needless violence.

 

[Invictus]

As the opposing man drew his mace and the head clanged against the metal walkway Invictus braced himself more defensive than before. It was off he could feel the man's energy, as if it were related in some way to this power he had possessed inside as it felt familiar.

Another approached from behind him, he could sense it, he could feel it. This signature radiated similar energies as well, familiar yet both more refined than his raw feeling burning on the inside of him. It felt like darkness. Unsure of this feeling he began to glance over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't about to be caught off guard, to see another Kage male approaching him from behind

"lower your sword boy"
Those words demanding in nature Invictus thought as he turned to face the man hearing him mention that they both possess a weapon far more deadly than any sword. It was then he felt pushed aside without so much as a finger laid upon him noticing the large bald man making a motion with his off hand. Yes, he thought though still poised to engage. One of these two know something more about this power raging inside of him. Invictus listened as the large man questioned the Kage. What did this large man speak of knowing why I am here, Invictus thought to himself as the large man continued on. He felt a strange vibration, mentally preparing himself to fight if needed as Invictus was no stranger to combat. However these two foes didn't come off as your average pit fighter. Standing aside the two men in Nar Shaddaa's artificial neon lighting waiting for the next move.

 

[Kolas Lindo]

Kolas took a brief look at the balding man and felt the ebb and flow of the force surround the man. Even without saying a word Kolas could tell the man was trying to intimidate him. He practically began to reek of the dark side. The white cloaked man slowly slid to the side as the larger man moved him out of the way to face the Kage properly. Kolas simply cocked his head and let his right foot fall behind him as he turned to his side. Not a threatening movement by any means, but it presented a smaller target. Kolas' right hand twitched at his side ready to pull the spear from his back if it came to it. Kolas hadn't been away from fellow exiles long enough to forget that some simply craved chaos and destruction.


"I'm here by the will of the force. I saw this one," Kolas would motion his head toward the white cloaked figure to the side, "and his potential. I'm sure you feel it, his raw strength. My purpose here is simply to meet him. I feel your darkness as well and I feel you also have a purpose here, though your's is far more focused." Kolas would look around the fetid place that was Nar Shaada and then back to the bald man. "Tell me, my visions also showed me that other fallen Jedi are gathering. Are the exiles once again preparing for war?"

His last question would answer many of his questions here. Solidify his purpose on this horrid moon. He'd look to the boy again, sensing his reservation, but also curiosity. Good. He and the bald one could use this to bring the boy into the fold. If the bald man was here on behalf of the exiles that is. Just in case the Kage began to let the force flow freely through his body, remaining calm on the outside, but letting his emotions begin to gather within for whatever came next. He also did this for the benefit of the young pit fighter. He wanted the boy to feel the focused energy and power of the darkside that flowed between himself and the bald one.

 

[Hesh Prospero]

Hesh didn't lose his grip on the mace, only stared forward at the one speaking. The Force was strong with him, that much he could feel. His connection, while maybe not as powerful or torrential as Hesh's, had that fine precision-edge feeling of control, temperance...efficiency. And that made him far more dangerous than Hesh in that area of combat. He spoke. He spoke of darkness and purpose, visions, and gatherings for war.

With a slight clearing of the throat, Hesh would respond. "I'm Exile in name only. I don't care about the Jedi, or a war with them. I'm only here for Elias Canaan's vision for a new Galaxy. A free Galaxy under Anarsynthesis." He shifted a glance towards the one in the white cloak. "The one in white. I felt his presence and connection to the Force, and to the Dark Side. He could help our cause, and if that means beating back the Jedi in our way, so be it."

The mustachioed Exile would only tighten his grip on the Mace, should that not be a sufficient answer for the Kage. He didn't want an encounter to erupt in violence, but he had his orders from Elias. Nobody would get in their way, even if it meant taking down another Exile. At least, that was the instruction given to Hesh, and he'd follow it to the letter.

"So what do you say, white cloak? Join Elias and our band of Exiles, and we'll show you how to use your hatred without losing your soul."

Not once, did he take his eyes off the Kage, energy of the Force starting to course through Hesh's body at a rapid staccato.

 

[Invictus]

Invictus stood froze as Hesh spoke to the mysterious Kage Exile. Hesh spoke of Jedi and Exiles, names that meant nothing to a man born into slavery with little knowledge but some folk tales he heard. Invictus had no time as his arena training was his sole purpose. But he spoke of ideals of grandeur and a New Galaxy. These ideas swirled through a newly freed Invictus. Realizing the great world of power before him, that which he intended to weild and craft his destiny.

Hesh referred to Invictus as the man in white talking of how he felt his presence, all this power he spoke of was seducing Invictus as he heard more. Hesh then questioned Invictus directly approaching him with an offer too enticing to turn down.

"Show me the way and I shall follow" Invictus spoke in a low soothing yet sinister tone.

He knew this feeling coursing through his veins, he could feel it touching all that surrounded him and sensing the other two men's energies as well. This feeling was becoming the new love that Invictus was destined to commit to.

 

[Kolas Lindo]

Kolas scowled now as the bald one made claims of power to the boy. He'd heard such claims before and he kept his eyes on the bald one, though spoke to the boy.

"He makes claims of keeping your soul, though from what I can tell of this man, he's like many others. He only wishes to sow chaos and ruin, this Elias." He looked to the white cloak now and recalled his visions of the boy. "I've seen you fight, the force showed me as much. He'd have you to continue to be used as a weapon for others goals and ambitions. I'd see you rule. I'd see you focus the power within in you to claim whatever it is you want, not just reek havoc." He looked back to the bald one now and recalled a final detail from his visions. "So what shall it be? Continue your life of service, or rise above and be counted as a conqueror and bring order to the desperate places of the galaxy like this. What do you choose...Invictus"

He hoped the last detail would more than catch the boys attention. Their was power behind knowing a name and the force had given him such power. He'd continue to watch the bald one. His aura while much more controlled and focused than Invictus', was still wild far more wild the Kolas' own. He'd be an brutish fighter no doubt if the large mace was any indication.

Kolas would not back down here though. The force had shown him Invictus for a reason. The boy had a greater destiny than simply being a tool of some anarchist wild dreams.

 

[Invictus]

Invictus was taken back, not only was the power of the two individuals captivating him. The two choices before him, still strange to a former slave who's fate was determined by others for far top long. The large man offered power in return of serving the designs of this Elias, whereas the Kage talked of grandeur and great power. Freedom to make this choice alone was overwhelming for the former pit fighter. Not only did his inner hatred fuel his needs found lust for power but the idea of having control, for once in his life. This was too much for him to deny.

Invictus would take a step towards the Kage lowering his weapon.

"I have no reason to fight either of you, I understand not the events or parties of which you speak. However the offer from The Kage has touched the inner workings of my soul, he has shown me what it is I truly wish to become with his simple offering. You as well, have offered me a great service. I wish not to see us in opposition however if necessary. Me and my new teacher will do as we must."

Invictus replied to the two, taking up arms with Kage but extending a hand in peace between the two parties.