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[Maxims Tionson]

Slicer's Vice hadn't come into Max's possession like the Tigris had and for that he was grateful.

As much as it was possible for a Jedi with any degree of affinity for the Light, Max hated Nar Shaddaa. To his mind it was a disgusting place and a daily reminder of the worst that sentient life had to offer. Everything you cared to name could be bought on Nar Shaddaa. Everything, even sentient lives, had a price tag that could be haggled over like a piece of fruit at an open market. It was the kind of place that Max had grown up orbiting and loathing before he realized that hatred was such a poisonous emotion.

Still, even with all the hate removed into the Force, Max could honestly say that he disliked being on the smuggler's moon. He would rather spend time in a cell than spend time on Nar Shaddaa but for all it's downsides, it had it's quirks and it's benefits. For one thing he had met both Nashyr and Ori on Nar Shaddaa, doing his best to show them a way of life that was separate from the disgusting rockball.

It hadn't worked out too well for Nashyr in the long run but life had a funny way of making the best of intentions horrible in retrospect. Despite this however, Nashyr's brother still allowed him into the club with open arms for making Nashyr's life better while she still had it. He supposed it came with living on Nar Shaddaa; when you were probably going to die suddenly, violently and, most likely, for no good reason, it meant a lot to have been happy during the life.

Still, he was given a booth in one corner with a twi'lek woman working a pole in the middle of the table in front of him as he waited for Hannibal. Hannibal could already be here for all Max knew; the twi'lek woman was very flexible and it was slightly distracting.

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[Hannibal Grayza]

In truth, Hannibal had been at the Slicer's Vice, he just wasn't when Max had arrived. In the midst of drinking, music, and blatant flirtation he'd managed to find himself someone to pass a few hours with. One of the Falleen patrons had apparently taken a liking to his terrible jokes and brazen attitude paired with his pretty face. They'd both just returned to the club, freshly showered and with clothes re-arranged. The Falleen still had work to do and Hannibal was pretty sure he was supposed to meet Max somewhere in here.

Hannibal looked around, eyes scanning over the crowd before briefly glueing themselves to a particularly flexible dancer. And- Aha! There was Max, seated right in front of her in the corner. He re-adjusted his bomber jacket, under which were his two concealed lightsabers, and waltzed right on over.

When he got to Max's table slid right into a seat, grinning at him, golden grinning cat earrings that dangled from his ears glinting in the neon lights. The last major time they'd met they'd been in Max's element, dealing with Sector Rangers. Now Max was in Hannibal's turf, the rainbow-lit dens of scum and villainy that made up many a corner of Nar Shaddaa.

"Yo! Enjoying the view?" he asked cheerily, pulling a cigarra and lighter from inside his jacket and taking a drag while he waited for a server to show up. "What's the sitch?"

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[Maxims Tionson]

The Force was the only indication that Max knew that Hannibal had spotted him because it was the only way Max himself had spotted Hannibal. He grinned a little bit at the way Hannibal moved. The newly minted Jedi Master moved with such a comfortable aura that Max had to conclude that this was, indeed, his element and it was always nice to see someone just enjoying themselves and strutting their stuff.

Max eyed the dancer for a moment.

"Anyone with a pulse would be hard pressed to say otherwise." he commented airily, "And though I may be older than you I can assure you that I still have a pulse."

Spotting the server, Max didn't say anything further until the drinks had been delivered. When they had, and the server had left, Max took a sip of the whisky he had order before admitting what he was thinking.

"I want to do more to hunt the Sith." he told Hannibal, not actually looking at the younger man as he did so, "To that end I hear you have been making movement on the... Shadows. What progress have you made? Is there interest within the Order for such a thing?"

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[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal laughed at Max's return comment, leaning back comfortably in the booth seat and perching one leg up on the table itself. He watched the dancer do her thing while the drinks were retrieved, sipping his green and gold Green Galaxy once before placing it gently on the table.

Then Max began to speak, Hannibal's eyes sliding from the dancer to Max's face. Nash had been brought into the Jedi Order by the older man, and understandably they had been very close. Hannibal had little doubt Max had been hit as hard by her death as Oren had. Perhaps it would spur him on to great acts to protect others from that same pain? Hannibal could only hope.

"I have, in fact! There are some, including my students, who have expressed interest. But there are some things I can't teach everyone. The kind of work we may do could be difficult for some to handle without preparation." The Shadows would be taking a more aggressive approach to dealing with the Sith than the Jedi standard and ideally would include specialist training in dealing with and resisting the Dark Side. Revenge, and other darker reasons for hunting the Sith, would not be tolerated within the Shadows.

"To that end I'm going to try and find some old holocron I found in reference to the old Shadows in the archives. Might be useful."

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[Maxims Tionson]

Max considered his drink carefully for a moment.

It was nice, reassuring, that Hannibal hadn't done what Oren had done and immediately accuse him of being too emotionally invested and seeking revenge. In truth revenge, or vengeance, were so very far from his mind and to have that not even be questioned was almost stabilizing in the way it spoke to Hannibal's trust in him.

He took another drink.

"You're a Master and a good man besides Hannibal so you likely already know this but allow me to tell you this anyway; be careful of that." his eyes grew distant, "Your students look up to you. In their eyes you are what it means to be a Jedi and they will follow your lead even when they probably shouldn't. It will be up to you to help guide them on their own path, whether that path is parallel to your own or not."

Max finished his drink and immediately motioned for another one with a grimace at the alcohol.

"Excuse me - melancholy catches up with me lately. It'll wear off I'm sure." he joked lightly as he accepted the second drink and nodding, "I want to assist you in finding that holocron Hannibal. I've begun an expedition to Dxun to re-find the Lightsaber Forge of the old tales myself but I will make myself available for you."

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