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[Stranger]

Stranger hated parties. No, that wasn’t the right word. Loathed. Emphasis on the “L”. They were a waist of time, money, and life. Time you could be spending learning more about the enemy or figuring out how to hide form one. Money to be used to kill your enemy or enough to hide you from one. Life was self explanatory. This was all a waist of perfectly good Sith. Luckily he was just in time and barely missed the party. He was invited by Artorigas because of some special cargo Stranger claimed to have on board The Derelict. He got there when the party started- but just because he hated them so much, he waited until the day after.

He had a Sith on board his good old fashioned YT-1300- or at least, half a Sith. Stranger chuckled to himself at that thought. He found the Dathomarian on Taris after the fight- it was just a fight compared to what he’s seen. The Force was the only thing Stranger trusted, well, that and Furtive, but only sometimes was he okay with the BD unit around. So he left the little droid on the ship to watch the unstable Sith-murder bot hybrid alone. So the Force better be right. Those damn “priestesses” are as vague as always…He grumbled at the thought and stayed in a shadowy corner of the room looking for his target/potential buyer/new buddy/person that can deal with the psychotic Sith on his ship that kept talking to someone Stranger couldn’t see.

Maybe he’d have better luck with the Jedi. Raksis was harmless. Mostly. Sort of. Okay, not really, but under his mental state he could be easily suppressed and interrogated. Well, not interrogated. When Stranger tried that Raksis kept screaming with his eyes closed saying “SHOW ME MORE”. The hell kinda dirty shit was that man envisioning?! Or half a man, heheh. He laughed at his joke again, this time a little bit louder than he would’ve liked. He was also here, mainly, for some old pieces of art that Artorigas sounded interested in, but he wondered why a Sith would want a picture. It seemed very boring not very Sith-like, but maybe the Order had changed since Stranger could last remember.

Stranger continued out of his old fashioned ship and scouted out the castle looking for the guy that owned the place while he moved back into an empty room. No, not the guy. The kid. He may have risen in the ranks, or whatever, but he still had a lot to learn. Stranger remembered being a Sith. It didn’t last long. Maybe some of the folks that left were just about ready to wake up like he did. Not that being a Jedi was any better. He lasted half as long before he tried out the Dark Side. The kid was here for some art Stranger had- but he was gonna slide in the Sith in case he felt that he was being cheated out of his pay.

@Braden Drake

 

[Darth Caelestis]

It was the following morning of the party, Artorigas' head was banging but he still had much to do. The whole idea of the gathering in the first place was to plant the seeds of his growth beyond Marauder, so now seeds had been planted they needed to be watered. As he walked through the corridors of the castle, head feeling like it got smacked by a Wampa a Holopad in hand going through the days work, a servant approached him. "Mi 'Lord, you have that guest waiting." It took him a while to remember who that guest was but finally he did.

"Have him meet me in the great hall." He replied before heading to the hall itself, much of the items from the previous night still remained but it was slowly being removed piece by piece. He took a seat on the dais and waited, flicking through the holopad.

@Kell Rook

 

[Stranger]

Stranger got word that his dealer was playing the cards in the great hall. Stranger sighed and walked out of the empty room he had been in- probably a closet, if he was gonna be honest. After a bit of wandering, he made it to the great hall, spotting Artorigas on a holopad. Stranger smirked getting the feeling this guy was hungover. In case things got dicey, Stranger would make sure to yell loudly to throw the greenie off.

“Let’s be bad guys.” He spoke first as he made his appearance. “Did you know that Twi’lek sizzle and pop on a campfire? Can’t get that with Torgrutans, but they make for some great barbecue sauce if you want some rodeo burgers.” He spoke in his normal cool and a bit raspy baritone. “Anyway, let me get this off my chest, I’ve got one of your Sith buddies on my ship. He’s…crazy, cannibalistic, psychotic, and has no sense of self anymore, and I should probably add that he’s…half…the Sith he used to be, heheh.” He smirked before flicking a jade coin into his hand seemingly out of nowhere. “You want him?”

 

[Darth Caelestis]

Seriously who the hell was this guy, he came into his house and chose to shout at him, talk like inbred swine, not address him, not even take a moment of decorum to introduce himself. Artorigas placed the holopad down on the table, his face was full of thunder, if the man who came into the room had any ability to read a person. He would understand that whatever he did was not the right thing to do, because Artorigas was mad and the man was in his household.

"You come in to my home, with a mouthful of stupidity, spitting nonsense about wanton murder and then want to do business with me." Though he did not need it, some of the servants who were cleaning up around the pair had made for the exits to be quickly replaced by security personnel and droids. "Now speak your name and bow. Then I will consider what you say." Standing up and moving from behind the table the man would see that his lightsaber also hung from his belt. The man would have to choose wisely on what to do next.

@Kell Rook

 

[Stranger]

“Oh, forget you were still hungover- how was the party, by the way?” Stranger took note of the lightsaber Artorigas threatened him with. He still smirked and acted like he had all aces. This game was gonna be fun.
“Uh…my name? I never had one that stuck. People on Yavin called me Germaine. Your people called me Wu Ming. Dredgens called me…heheh, just call me Stranger. That’s all I am anyway.” He gave a curtsy instead of bow just for the hell of it. Artorigas was just another meal. Stranger flicked his coin back into nothing, having it disappear as a neat party trick.

“Anyway, back to the deal. You want my Sith? I know people that’ll give me money for ‘em. I’m offering to let him bunk with you in your…” He gazed around the place and looked puzzled. “Whatever the hell you call this place for free- you live here?” He asked in disbelief. “Damn, you must’ve been haulin’ some serious heritage mula, huh?” Stranger had to admit that the place was very very nice. “Oh, oh, wait, oh, wait….” He chuckled. “You killed ‘em, didn’t you? Your folks? Man I wish I could’ve been able to do that. Bastards left me behind- you’re lucky.”

Stranger figured this would be enough to start a fire, so he was gonna quickly defuse it. “Alright, I apologize for the party tricks, heheh. I’m just…kinda excited. I mean, you probably hate me, I get it- most people do. So, you wanna make this quick? I give you the demented Sith and we never have to meet ever again. Unless you’re digging this.” He laughed again and put his hands up in apology. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop.” Stranger wasn’t trying to set off the already upset Sith- if you really wanted to call him that. He offered to shake Artorigas hand and smiled his playful smile that was much less smug than his casual smirk.

“Your name is Lord Artorigas, right? Well, not in the terms of the Sith, right? You’ll get there. I’ll give you a quick tip- don’t trust anyone. Not even your droids.”

@Braden Drake

 

[Darth Caelestis]

For frak's sake this man, thing was intolerable he just wouldn't stop talking. Part of him really wished Lord Stolas or Lord Raze was here to hear what came out of this things mouth, if they were he would surely be sent outside to join Xeno on the mountain side. At the mention of his parents and what the stupid animal thought he done to get here something snapped inside of the Sith Noble. In a moment his lightsabre leapt from his waist to his hand and a snap-hiss brought about the purple/red blade.

The moron tried to defuse it with some simple words but he had already insulted him twice, a third time was to much for simple words to rectify. There was anger in his eyes and the thing in front of him would have to choose his next words wisely or be removed from this plain of existence. The droids and security around him rose there weapons to lock on the man as well, if the creature was slightly more intelligent than the fool he appeared to be he would comply. "No more words. Leave the Sith and begone, I do not want to see your face again." The blade hummed to his side his grip tight around its hilt.

@Kell Rook

 

[Stranger]

Stranger chuckled and nodded. “Alright, there’s only one of me, so I’m going to go back and open up the hatch to let him out. He’s bound so I’ll drag him over to wherever you need him.” This kid was meat. Fresh meat. Maybe Stranger could have him for dinner. The lightsaber wasn’t red, surprisingly, which said something else about the kid Stranger wasn’t going to mention.

Stranger headed out of the castle, winking at some of the droids ever so often on his way out, and when he made his way to the Derelict, he opened the hatch and hopped inside. “Hey, Furtive,” He called after his little BD unit. “Yes?” She replied, she was in the cockpit ready to start the engines. “We need money right?” He said, sitting in the pilot’s seat. “Yes we do.” Furtive replied. “Sounds good to me!” Stranger pressed a button on the dashboard which would’ve opened up the mini prison Stranger had kept Raksis in. The brat inside wasn’t worth the time anyway and Stranger figured the Jedi would pay more for him anyway, but just incase, Stranger was gonna make a bargain.

He dragged the hissing and insane creature out of his ship- half of Raksis was a four legs of warped metal from the sewers of Taris with a scorpion looking tail still eviscerated in blood like the rest of him. Raksis moaned and groaned while Stranger tugged him inside. “You wanted out, right?” He whispered harshly to the psychotic Sith who suddenly began to calm down, still moaning and mumbling about strange things, but he wasn’t fighting Stranger as much as he was before.

“Alright, Lord Artorigas. Here’s your man.” He dropped the chains he was using to pull Raksis around and kicked the deranged Sith forward, to which he growled and snarled before mumbling about things again, almost as if he was talking to someone. “Have fun! I’m outa here.” And Stranger held up his past of the deal and left.