Tempus

[Steel Wraith]

DEATH DISABLED
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Here? Really? What was he thinking? The snowy ground of the Rhen Var Harbor crunched and cracked under Skaut's feet. He looked around the populated area, watching people walking around, having conversations, laughing. He watched from the roof of the nearby bar, sipping a drink. He sat on the heating unit, which gave him plenty of warmth. He thought of his grandmother. He remembered that when he ran away from his parents, his grandmother gave him room and board, making sure he was fed and clothed, clean, and not on anything. When his parents came to the door, she would hide him in a couple of places. He would only ever go back when she thought he was ready. He remembered that when he would show up beaten, she healed his wounds. He thanked his lucky stars for her.

He sat on that roof, thinking about how his father wasn't so scary...when he was sober. When he was drunk, which was all the time...he was probably one of the most evil men in the galaxy. He thought of that apartment building from Felucia. He remembered that whole thing exploding in a fiery blaze of evil and ashes. He thought of the innocents inside. Maybe instead of killing the kids...they could be absorbed into the Sith. But that was a thought in the back of his mind.

He sat on that roof, thinking of where Soran was. He thought he was either in a bar somewhere, reading on their transport, or in a rented room with a couple of prostitutes. He wondered what went through Soran's mind when he was handed the assignment of watching over him. Every once in awhile, the building came into his head. He thought of Moraband. More specificaly, in the wreckage, when he discovered the hidden Rage inside him, how he lost his sanity, and didn't careif he died or not. He thought of the titles he gave himself while Soran held him in the air. Bender of the Darkness? Assassin of Rage? He scoffed. "I could've done better." He finished the glass in his hand and tossed it. He heard it shatter against the side of another building.

 

[Alcmaeon]

Why Sidrin was in this frigid hole, he wasn't entirely sure. Being Sith was a breeze compared to his time as a soldier, he got up, trained to his hearts content, ate, cleaned the blaster and the lightsaber, cleaned himself, went to the library or some obscure corner and delved into the knowledge base, trained some more, ate, cleaned himself again, meditated, trained some more, ate some more, cleaned himself for a third time and then slept. It was pretty gucci, no forced marches, nobody shooting at him, no artillery, just the odd acolyte getting uppity with him that required an attitude adjustment.

It was boring.

He knew he shouldn't have been complaining. He was working hard, getting better every day. Few spoke to him, which was kinda lonely but better than the alternative, and it left him plenty of time to hone his skills. He was sure one of the Marauders would notice him one day and drag him out of the temple to do apprentice things, but in the meantime he simply did his own thing. Until he'd gotten the bright idea to bother some Sith about doing anything productive.

A brief berating later, he'd found himself on a shuttle, off on some snipe hunt in a cold backwater planet 'looking for insurgents.'

He had yet to find any indication of insurgents. Nobody out here seemed to care. His next plan was to grab some passerby, shake him vigorously, demand answers about any kind of rebellious activity, and then it was a hop skip and a jump back up the shuttle ramp and home. At least, that was the plan, until someone started raining glassware on him. He barely felt the thing in time to avoid taking it in the head, and swore accordingly, glaring up into the direction it had plummeted from. It was a brief telepathic burst, more of frustration than any real reason to communicate.

 

[Steel Wraith]

Skaut arose from the heating box, dusting the snow off of him, and pulled up his mask. He looked to where the glass had shattered. He walked to the other side of the bar, jumping off the roof and landing softly on the ground, the snow barely moving as he landed. He walked towards the alleyway where he heard it shatter. His hood and mask were flipped up, enclosing him in a shell of midnight black, with the help of his cloak atop his Super Commando Armor. He saw the strange creature and tilted his head. Who was he?

To Skaut, it was a back-minded thought, so he pushed it aside. He felt the burst of frustration coming from this strange face and creature. "I take it you managed to dodge the glass?" He asked in his usual sarcastic tone of voice. "Sorry about that, didn't know anyone was still using the alleys at this hour." Skaut really wasn't. Skaut was sure that the creature knew that. "I've got a proposition for you. I need help on an assassination job. It'll pay well."

Skaut pulled out some money. "I'll pay a portion up front. You can take the money and join me, or you can walk away. Your choice." He held it out, fully accepting that the creature may just take te money and bail, which he was fine with. "This is a fraction of what you'll get."

 

[Alcmaeon]

Sidrin felt, rather than heard, the other moving away from him, and repositioned himself near a trash compactor. The glassware bomber was either choosing to egress, or he was tactically repositioning. After all, when faced with an adversary, you didn't just jump off a roof and land in front of them, it was a wonderful way to tumble face first into a blaster bolt. When the other came around the corner, he would find himself faced with a shorter, but much stockier, Draethos, resting a hand on the grip of a blaster carbine slung at the ready. All it would take was a sharp jerk of the arm, and there would be gunfire.

Not a man to mess with.

The flippant tone and blatant disregard of the other mildly irked the acolyte,i but he swallowed his ire. This was neither the time nor place. Yet what he couldn't stomach was what came next. His eyebrow flitted upwards an inch as the man proceeded to wave credits around. Sidrin made no move to accept the proffered funds, rather considering the other with blatant suspicion. He maintained his communication telepathically, eschewing vocal chatter for the time being.

'How do you know I'm not law enforcement of some form? Conversely, how do I know you're not an imperial agent attempting to entrap me? Offering a stranger cash in exchange for a life is a hell of a way to make a first impression.'

Not that it put him off mind you. Had he trusted the source, sure. Why not. Credits were credits, and the Sith didn't exactly pay extravagantly, nor did he think they'd mind him moonlighting during makework assignments. But caution never hurt.

 

[Steel Wraith]

'You? Law enforcement? No offense, but you don't look the type.' Skaut thought, he dealt with telepathics before. 'Besides, if you couldn't tell, Sith have a way of walking and talking, no?' He looked at the creature with his ice blue eyes, as dead and piercing as they were. 'I know the Sith doesn't pay you in rare gemstones, but I've been saving up for a rainy day. There's 1,000 credits here. This here is only a fraction of what I'm willing to pay for this. It's become personal over the years.' Skaut gave a little huff. He could very well do the job himself, but he needed someone to accompany him, if nothing else on the long transport trip. 'You don't even have to set foot in the building, but I need someone to keep watch and keep me covered.'

He still held out the credits, he was serious on his offer. The snow fell upon his cloak, making a small blanket on his shoulders and head. 'Take it or leave it, Sith.'

 

[Alcmaeon]

His demeanor changed as he stood up a little straighter. Though he hadn't been blatantly immersed in the force at the time, he'd been attempting to distance himself from it. Apparently, that wasn't good enough to fool this one. He didn't stand out as a Sith, dressed more like a mercenary or off duty security unit and carrying a blaster carbine, but the dark side left a tangible taint on those who held it close, and he was not yet skilled enough to hide it entirely. He settled for shrewdness. He was also unskilled to the point that he had to focus to read someone, something difficult to do when it was raining cups.

'Indeed. I'll have you know I'm a busy man, but your credits have bought you a moment of my time, at the very least.'

There was a slight surge in the force, fueled by his irritation, but the credit chip would flit out of Skaut's hand, and tug its way towards Sidrin's extended left, where it promptly disappeared.

'So tell me, what's the job?'

 

[Steel Wraith]

'Assassination of my father, and if we're lucky, burn the house down.' A wild and sadistic smile crept across his face. 'Nice to know you're on board.' Skaut began to lean against the wall of the building to his right. 'Job's simple. Get in, kill dear old dad, get out undetected. But the hard part comes from the facts that old man is paranoid, so he probably has guards roaming the grounds 24/7. And more than likely he's drunk, high, or both and usually accompanied by women. He's a sad person, really. It'll be a favor for the rest of the galaxy.' Skaut said. This was not a Sith official mission. This was a personal vendetta. 'And don't worry about the money. It's clean. I took a bunch of money when I bailed on my family close to a decade ago. Still have a nice lump sum.'

'And you'll be paid in full. I keep my word, just like I said I'd kill the old man when I got the chance. So, let's go. Transport's waiting on us.'

 

[Alcmaeon]

Another Sith with daddy issues. Sidrin would have rolled his eyes, would it not tip his hand. As it was, the Draethos had a mean Pazaak face, and even through the force one could only sense a mild irritation, easily misattributed to any number of things. Aside from the fact that he had not committed to anything, there were some flaws in his plans.

'So you want to break into a somewhat hardened position with armed patrols, kill a man under constant escort, and then burn the place to the ground, all for the sake of getting someone else's blood on your hands?'

Sidrin pinched his nose.

'Unless you have access to some serious stealth tech, or you're secretly an absolute ghost, that's going to turn into a shootout within moments. Why not ignite the building and put a blaster bolt through daddy dearest's heart when he evacuates from a concealed position?'

It was what he'd do. Mind you he'd been smash and grabbing jobs like this for a very long time, he could handle either approach.

'Ah, what the hell, I'm in either way. Your plan have any more minute details you feel like sharing?'

 

[Smasherfan88]

HK-59, a HK Droid Unit, observe the two from a distance, but close enough to listen to any words they said; To him, it looked like they were just staring at each other and making some body expressions, the droid is very interested in what the two may be doing, but since they're Sith, they'd probably dismantle him the second they see the droid, even though he was on no ones side of this war, a war where most bounty hunters see as very profitable.

 

[Steel Wraith]

'Just one. My father is a cruel man. So, if you find anything valuable, say...a ring, for example...grab it. Keep it. It's a bonus.' And with that, Skaut popped off the wall and brushed off the snow on his shoulders and hood. 'Let's go. Transport should be waiting. Your support is greatly appreciated." Skaut then turned around and proceeded to the landing pad, getting on the transport to another part of Rhen Var, a lesser known area, anyway. He sat in the main area and waited on the hired merc Sith.

(I will make a seperate rp for all three of us.)
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