The beginning of misfortune

[Jedrek]

Lower Levels
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Despite it being the moon of the world that he lived on for many years it was so different compared to it. The stinking swamps were replaced with the heavy fog of smog brought about by the industry of the world. Now Jedrek wasn't a man of wealth nor someone with influence but like any Sith he had ambitions and only by acting could he accomplish any of them. Which was why he was here on this Force forsaken planet. To find someone that was also looking for something more then what they currently had. The galaxy wasn't going to be tamed by the tamable but rather those who had the drive to move things in their direction. Which meant for Jedrek at least someone of these blasted fools most have at least some back bone in them. Someone who was willing to do what needed to be done but also saw only power as their main goal. Something that Jedrek could at least exploit and manipulate.

It wasn't easy as many of these people were too beaten down to be worth anything. Better off as slaves or better yet food for the cattle. Though maybe that was just the corruption of his new found power. In his time in the Sith academy he learned that while the Force was somewhat split in his focus the dark side was more a corruption then a natural manifestation of its power. But rather the power that was forcibly pulled from it. It was a interesting thought but it came with great risks such as losing one's mind to the corruption leaving nothing but a desire to burn and destroy. Which was something he was fine with seeing all the pain he has experience in his life time. It was painful remembering what he once had and now it leaves him no great purpose other then burn.

But his mind was still strong and it allowed him to focus his rage. Which is why he wasn't just here to hurt people but rather find someone. With his cloak covering most of his features he wore most of his armor expect for his helmet while his two lightsabers hidden on his back. He didn't want to draw to much attention to him. As the streets filled with smoke and the lights of the sighs burned a hole in his eyes he looked around while allowing the Force to guide him to whoever he might be able to use and in turn be used by.

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[Loi Sanno]

Loi Sanno
Emerald Krayt Restaurant
12:30 Galactic Standard Time

Tap..Tap..Tap..Click..Tap..Tap..Tap

"Still working on that report Loi?"

His eyes shot up to see the warm smile of Joi, the long time waitress of the Krayt. He gave a short nod, as he pulled his smoking cigarra from his lips, returning a short smile of his own. "Your father, he wants you to leave this planet," the man responded in their native tongue, "one of us has to actually make credits around here," he chuckled slightly as he sat back in the booth--ticking off the ashes of his drag into a small little jar.

Joi moved in to pour another cup of hot corellian coffee, it was strong, but that was the way the Spice Dealer liked it. His eyes watched as the dark liquid bubbled up to the rim, before looking back towards the young woman. "Have you seen Aniki?" He asked as his eyes squinted towards the door.

"I haven't seen him for a few days, I think he's with the Keyndo brothers and whatever trouble they find themselves in." She responded as she backed away towards the bar--placing the hot pot upon the counter. "Don't worry about my brother..he can handle himself," she sighed, "It's you who I worry about. You're always working on your plan."

His brown eyes squinted for a moment as he contemplated her words, pausing for a moment to take a sip from the hard concoction. He grimaced as he placed the cup down, he needed his cigarra to put down the taste. There was several moments of silence as he took a long hit from the drag--the plume of smoke trailing into the air.

"Someone has to bring peace to this planet and this business.." He responded sharply as he began to type away at the portable computer--his cigarra hanging loosely from his lips as he did so.

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[Jedrek]

Ambition and desire now that is what drives a person to do great things. So it was a surprise that he found himself in what looked like a restaurant. Sometimes he figured that the Force truly does guide things, but considering all his teachers in the academy insist that its the other way around we guide the Force, that it can be hard to determine which is true. Entering the establishment the Sith lowered his hood, as the smell of freshly made coffee hit his nose. Now that was a treat he hadn't had the luxury of enjoying many years ago. Sometimes it was hard to remember he no longer needed to beg to get by, that he could simply take what he wanted.

Jedrek looked like a man who could easily pass as a thug with his facial hair growing out as it does. But what would change some minds would be his silky black cloak. Without a helmet his small scars he got over the years as a orphan on the planet to this moon were out for all to see. Now he wasn't embarrassed about them but the Sith sometimes felt others were staring at them. Beneath his cloak was a simple black tunic and a silver belt. But his pistol and lightsabers were out of sight for any unless someone decides to pull back his cloak.

The place wasn't as packed as he would expect for a place that didn't look that trashy. At least compared to most other establishments on this moon. But as he waited to see if anyone would seat him, he overheard a man proclaim a rather interesting statement. Looking over his eyes flashing a bit orange on the edges of his blue eyes. Though his emotions chilled after he released a sigh, he knew his emotions ran too hot sometimes and right now he needed to put on a good show. So with a determine and steely expression he marched to the man's booth.

The individual seemed alone despite having spoken to a rather young and attractive looking woman just a bit ago. But that wasn't what he was here for, sitting down across of the man Jedrek's expression reflected a lack of apparent emotions. Yet he wasn't going to wait for the man to question before he spoke hoping to get in the first word edge wise. He wanted to control this conversation.

"You look like a man with a lot weighing on your shoulders. Mind if I join you?" He said it more as a statement rather then a question and considering he was already sitting down it was probably a moot point.

Looking to the waitress that was here just a few moments Jedrek would signal for her to return before looking at this man. Waiting to hear the response of the man, Jedrek revealed little but his face keeping his arms within his cloak and stared straight at the man's eyes.

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[Loi Sanno]

Loi Sanno
Emerald Krayt Restaurant
12:30 Galactic Standard Time

The door to the Krayt swept open, revealing another human man entering the building. The Spice dealer would pause as he attempted to get a good look at the man. He was no Caluulan, his skin a pale white, peppered with small scars. With thick facial hair and dawned in black, the man looked like he was here for one thing only--most likely trouble. It was rare to see men like him come in, while the Krayt was nice, it was mostly regulated as being a family restaurant for those who yearned for the meals of their past homeworld.

Loi would lean back into his booth, his hand resting on his drag; smoke trailing off the end of it. Whoever this man was, he was cocky and most likely dangerous. He would watch as this mysterious stranger slid into the booth beside him, shooting him a statement before motioning for Joi to bring him coffee.

He could see the hesitation on her face as she approached the table, speaking in their native Caluulan tongue, "Do you know this guy?"

The spice dealer would raise a brow and shake his head no before, placing the drag down against the ash tray. His eyes would turn towards the man, tossing a credit chit down against the table--paying for the man's drink. "What did Aniki do now? How much does he owe you?" The man asked in a serious, but dry tone.

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[Jedrek]

Jedrek simply watched it seemed this man had some manner of control over this lady, or at least a relationship of sorts. Whatever the case he was sure that this man had more going on then smoking. Waiting for a second as the woman began to pour him the coffee he looked down to it for a few moments before staring back at the man. Now reaching for it just yet, now while he still had to make a pitch to this man.

"While I don't know who this Aniki is. I imagine he has gotten into trouble more often then you would like." Jedrek would reach up taking hold of the cup and taking a slow sip of it, untrusting of the woman.

But nothing seemed to happen so he slowly lowered it back down, there was many approaches he could make but he wasn't one to waste to much time. No he wanted to know just what kind of man he was sitting across. And what he was willing to do to get it.

"What if I told you I can solve any problems your friend has but it won't come free." Jedrek knew he could handle thugs, maybe even some mobsters but right now he cared little for what danger he might face, right now he wanted to know if this man sitting before him would be what he was looking for.

Would this man risk his life to gain something in return or would he allow this opportunity pass him by.

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