Into Dawn

[Django]

A glass touched Marcus' lips once again. This was home to him now. Not the rough Mandalorians; not the lavish House Demici. It was a sad, forgotten bar, on a sad, forgotten planet. Its allures called to him, and he had no right denying its call. He gulped down the last of his drink. Ordering another, he twirled in his seat, awaiting the familiar sound of glass slamming onto wood. He fully took in his surroundings. Drunken men chatting up exotic women, hoping to take them home in the magic hour. Friends buying drinks for their recently dumped friend. Women on a "girls night out," trying their best to ignore the desperate men that keep coming to them. Marcus had seen it all before, and it would see it all again.

He shared his home with these people, each person finding their own reason to be there. Marcus' possibly the shameful of them all. Thunk. Twirling in his seat again, Marcus found his drink awaiting him. Throwing the appropriate credits to the barkeep he picked up his glass and took a sip from it. It was all he could do to not drink it all in one large gulp. Sip, after sip, after sip. He yearned for more alcohol than these glasses granted him. More, more, more. But he knew it was his addiction putting unreasonable thoughts into his head.

Marcus' head lowered in shame, how could he let himself fall into this deep of a hole? Avoiding a war against your brothers is excusable, forgetting who you pledged to be isn't. He slowly turned in his seat once more, holding the glass in his lap. His head still lowered, he peered into his seemingly endless drink for an answer that wasn't more, more, more.

 

[Nirvana]

Glancing up towards the sky Cabur murmured something about the planet and it's weather before lowering his gaze, with a watchful eyes did he continue the walk in the rain, searching the bar that he had learned a certain person of interested used to be from the time the bar opened, to late at night when they closed. A pathetic person really, but what few knew was that the person that he was seeking had been at one time been a mando'ad, a vod. And it was time for him to come back home to where he belonged, this was not a place that one of the mando'ad should end up dying, if they should die it should be though combat. Not by drinking themselves to death, that was a cowards death, it was a honor less death. How someone that had been a mando'ad could end up like this was just saddening, it was a pain to see once great warriors waste their lives by spending their hours drinking alcohol. He knew the feeling of the alcohol running down the throat could liven the spirit up after a long day of work, after a battle or while when being with friends. But doing something like this, to just drink without caring was just pathetic. Cabur would be the one that rectified this persons mistakes, by bringing him back tot he clans.

With a light push on the door to the bar did he open it, looking inside he saw several patrons that was either drinking, gambling or flirting. They must think that this was life, at least some of the people here did that, while others was here trying to drink so that they forgot everything bad that had happened to them, sink into oblivion to try and escape reality. The few people that looked up to see what it was that had opened the door would see a towering figure that had a piece of cloth wrapped around him. Creating a certain mysterious feeling about him, with nothing more then a little of his face seen and the boots. Who the person was that was hiding under there was anyone's guess.

Heavy thuds was heard as he walked through the room towards the bar where the person he was looking for sat, some just looked at him as he made his way to his target. Even though one person that was going to leave stumbled into him, it just resulted in that the person who had walked into him fell backwards whilst Cabur just stood there and glared at the person as he tried to get up.”Pathetic.” he said with a cold voice before walking past the person that remained on the floor, once he reached the bar Cabur sat down relatively close to his target Marcus Demici.”A good night for a drink.” was the words he spoke before ordering a corellian firewhiskey.

 

[Django]

Marcus watched as the newest occupant entered the bar. He had a determined look on his face, something that seemed similar to Marcus but he found himself at a lose as to where he had seen it before. The man sat at the bar a seat away from Marcus, the base in his voice shaking him as he ordered a drink. The dying man leaned across the counter, getting the barkeeps attention, "I'll have what he's having." He was right, too. It was a good night for a drink. It was a good night for a couple of drinks, in fact.

Turning to the man, who was stern and calculating, Marcus attempted to strive up a conversation with him. "So tell me, what brings you to this pathetic bar, on this pathetic planet?" laughing to himself. Something in this man interested Marcus. A familiarity he hadn't felt in a long time, a familiarity he wasn't sure exactly what it was. He was hard and cold; Marcus flaccid and warm.

 

[Nirvana]

Having what he was ordering, what a nostalgic feeling that gave to hear. Even Titus had wanted to order the same thing as he did the first time he meet him, but he had been to young to drink it according to Cabur. Because of that he had told him that he was to young and should spare his throat from the burning sensation that a corellian firewhiskey gave, it had been a interesting day when he meet him for the first time. The kid even wanted to kill him, but he didn't because of honor. Something that was good to see in young people, when they knew that killing someone that was wounded wouldn't bring honor.

Glancing over against Marcus as he asked him what brought him to this miserable planet, and this pathetic bar. He just chuckled for a moment and grinned as he drank a from the glass filled with the golden liquid.”The reason for why I am here is rather simple.” Cabur said with a cold voice and placed his hand on the back of Marcus head, giving him a friendly pat at first before letting it rest at the base of his skull.”The reason is you, Marcus Demici” his name was spoken slowly and with a cold and stern tone, defining each and every word to make him fear him. And the grin that he had on his lips would be seen by Marcus now, a devilish grin that would make him fear this man. In the following seconds the grin that had been on Cabur face slowly vanished, and before him now sat a man with a cold and stern visage. Soon there after Cabur applied pressure to the back of Marcus head, pushing his head quickly against the counter. Intending to slam his head right into it before releasing it after having slammed it down.

 

[Django]

"Haar'chak." Marcus spoke in the Mandalorian tongue that had been taught to him as a mere child for the first time in what seemed centuries. This man knew his name, his birth name. Demici. Not many people knew Marcus by that, even with him taking it up since him leaving the Mandalorians. The majority of the people that were told his name didn't believe him, and the ones that did were too unimportant for it to matter. This man, he carried some power around him. He certainly carried some strength about him.

Marcus' head throbbed, but it wasn't the familiar throbbing after a night of drinking. This was more painful, more deliberate. Was this man here to deliver him from this hell? Death was a valid alternative to living in a forgotten bar, on a forgotten planet. A smile formed on Marcus' dry, cracked lips. He even let out a little giggle. Straightening up, suddenly sobriety found the dying man, and he addressed his new enemy.

"You're here to kidnap me, then? Ransom me off to my wealthy family? I've got news for you: one day I was sent off on a cruise, and the next it was attacked by pirates. They tried to ransom me too. My father didn't answer their calls and he won't answer yours."

 

[Nirvana]

A bellowing laughter could be heard from Cabur when Marcus started to speak about kidnapping him to ransom him of to his family that would be wealthy, he truly was pathetic the way he was right now. But that would be corrected in due time, it would surely be corrected once he had been dragged back to the mandalorian clans. And gone through the training that Cabur was planning to put him through, in order to make him into a real mando'ad once more.''Gar or'dini, do you really think that is why I am here." Cabur said as he grabbed Marcus by the neck once more and pulled him up, staring at him for a few seconds before throwing a left hook towards Marcus face as he twisted his body to maximize the effect.

 

[Django]

Marcus' eyes widened as the man returned his Mando'a. This man wasn't just another fish in the sea, he was a Mandalorian. He was Marcus' brother, potentially his former enemy. Potentially his current enemy too. Marcus could have very easily meet this man on some battlefield on some war torn planet, and Marcus could have just as easily forgotten about him. The dying man was pondering the situation, mostly ignoring his laughing and his words. Suddenly Marcus was met with a thunderous left hook, throwing him to the ground. Struggling to get up he spoke, "Alright, you've got my attention. What do you want?"