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He had been lucky, and not in one single way, either. Lucky that he was, for all intents and purposes, a nobody. Lucky that he managed to smuggle himself off of New Alderaan after the Sith Empire established their government, and lucky that he had managed to make it all the way to Taanab without recognition. Krinn was no Sith Lord, no pinnacle of the Empire's power. He was not some infamous villain that had achieved feats that could only be expected of a Dark Lord. No, Krinn was just... Krinn. The cowardly, and dramatic young Krinn who's home was not his home any longer. Not after Kashyyyk. It was hard to shake the nightmares of that day, even now, after months had passed. It would probably take him years, and for the Wookies? A lifetime.
At least the worst Krinn had to worry about was the Empire finding out that he's not only alive and well, but very much a deserter. There were plenty of ways to die in the universe. Being discovered by his former Sith comrades might be at the top of the list for one of the worst.
"What are you dreamin' about now, boy? I need your help." An exasperated man's voice broke through the Nautolan's thinking. Caius, Krinn sniffs with amusement, turning to blink dark eyes at the older human. Caius had taken him in when the destitute former Sith had arrived upon Taanab as little more than a refugee. With nothing but the tattered clothing he wore, the first few days had seemed... impossible. Caius owned a rather large plot of farmland, much of which was grazed upon by the livestock he bred and sold. When the grizzled human happened by Krinn, it almost seemed like a pity at first sight, sort of deal. The short of it was that the Nautolan was offered work and lodging. He would have been a fool to refuse. With as old as Caius was getting, it made sense that he'd hire on someone young and athletic to do the hard work for him. Krinn didn't mind it, though. It was... nice. Peaceful, even.
"Sorry." The Nautolan offered a small smile as he made his way into the barn. A fur covered Scurrier that had been resting on the bench beside him was quick to leap to Krinn's shoulder before the scarred aquatic could roam too far. He gave it a scratch behind the ears before approaching Caius. The old man was lifting feed bags into the loft, clearly a chore for someone of his age. That explained the agitation in his voice. "Let me get that." Krinn reached out to take the bag for himself, his knees bending under the weight as he moved toward the lift.
"That is what I pay you for." Caius offered sourly, and Krinn couldn't help the amused chuckle that fell easily from his lips. Life as a farmhand was a lot different from that of a Sith. There were no wars to be fought here, so long as the pirates were kept at bay, and the Roba's hardly required a lightsaber to deal with. Better still, Caius had a lovely habit of bringing home new critters from the Spaceport, whenever he headed off to sell his meat, furs, and other livestock products. The Scurriers were a great example in that regard. Krinn adored those little things.
"I'm heading into town to take more orders, soon. You want to ride along?" Krinn was just about finished with lifting the last of the feed bags into the barn's loft. He turned toward the farmer with a thoughtful expression. For the most part, he tried to avoid going into town, and Caius knew that. At the same time, tagging along almost always meant a good meal at Krinn's favorite restaurant. Decisions, decisions.
Ultimately, it was decided that Krinn would join the human, and by noon, they had reached the crowded walks of their destination. The town was alight with activity, machinery whirled in the streets, and holo-signs glowed brightly, despite the daylight. This was certainly no Coruscant, or Nar Shaddaa, but the town was certainly large regardless. It was a central destination for trade and commerce among the local farmers. There were certainly bigger cities on Taanab, but those were corporate destinations, and not a place Krinn had any interested in hanging around in. No, this little town would do just fine. It was safer, in any case.
At one point, the two split. Caius went on his way to a livestock trading hub, while Krinn was left to browse the market. He paused by a shop that appeared to sell garden grown flowers. They were certainly pretty to look at. Perhaps he should ask Caius about a flower garden later. Surely the old man wouldn't mind?
He had been lucky, and not in one single way, either. Lucky that he was, for all intents and purposes, a nobody. Lucky that he managed to smuggle himself off of New Alderaan after the Sith Empire established their government, and lucky that he had managed to make it all the way to Taanab without recognition. Krinn was no Sith Lord, no pinnacle of the Empire's power. He was not some infamous villain that had achieved feats that could only be expected of a Dark Lord. No, Krinn was just... Krinn. The cowardly, and dramatic young Krinn who's home was not his home any longer. Not after Kashyyyk. It was hard to shake the nightmares of that day, even now, after months had passed. It would probably take him years, and for the Wookies? A lifetime.
At least the worst Krinn had to worry about was the Empire finding out that he's not only alive and well, but very much a deserter. There were plenty of ways to die in the universe. Being discovered by his former Sith comrades might be at the top of the list for one of the worst.
"What are you dreamin' about now, boy? I need your help." An exasperated man's voice broke through the Nautolan's thinking. Caius, Krinn sniffs with amusement, turning to blink dark eyes at the older human. Caius had taken him in when the destitute former Sith had arrived upon Taanab as little more than a refugee. With nothing but the tattered clothing he wore, the first few days had seemed... impossible. Caius owned a rather large plot of farmland, much of which was grazed upon by the livestock he bred and sold. When the grizzled human happened by Krinn, it almost seemed like a pity at first sight, sort of deal. The short of it was that the Nautolan was offered work and lodging. He would have been a fool to refuse. With as old as Caius was getting, it made sense that he'd hire on someone young and athletic to do the hard work for him. Krinn didn't mind it, though. It was... nice. Peaceful, even.
"Sorry." The Nautolan offered a small smile as he made his way into the barn. A fur covered Scurrier that had been resting on the bench beside him was quick to leap to Krinn's shoulder before the scarred aquatic could roam too far. He gave it a scratch behind the ears before approaching Caius. The old man was lifting feed bags into the loft, clearly a chore for someone of his age. That explained the agitation in his voice. "Let me get that." Krinn reached out to take the bag for himself, his knees bending under the weight as he moved toward the lift.
"That is what I pay you for." Caius offered sourly, and Krinn couldn't help the amused chuckle that fell easily from his lips. Life as a farmhand was a lot different from that of a Sith. There were no wars to be fought here, so long as the pirates were kept at bay, and the Roba's hardly required a lightsaber to deal with. Better still, Caius had a lovely habit of bringing home new critters from the Spaceport, whenever he headed off to sell his meat, furs, and other livestock products. The Scurriers were a great example in that regard. Krinn adored those little things.
"I'm heading into town to take more orders, soon. You want to ride along?" Krinn was just about finished with lifting the last of the feed bags into the barn's loft. He turned toward the farmer with a thoughtful expression. For the most part, he tried to avoid going into town, and Caius knew that. At the same time, tagging along almost always meant a good meal at Krinn's favorite restaurant. Decisions, decisions.
Ultimately, it was decided that Krinn would join the human, and by noon, they had reached the crowded walks of their destination. The town was alight with activity, machinery whirled in the streets, and holo-signs glowed brightly, despite the daylight. This was certainly no Coruscant, or Nar Shaddaa, but the town was certainly large regardless. It was a central destination for trade and commerce among the local farmers. There were certainly bigger cities on Taanab, but those were corporate destinations, and not a place Krinn had any interested in hanging around in. No, this little town would do just fine. It was safer, in any case.
At one point, the two split. Caius went on his way to a livestock trading hub, while Krinn was left to browse the market. He paused by a shop that appeared to sell garden grown flowers. They were certainly pretty to look at. Perhaps he should ask Caius about a flower garden later. Surely the old man wouldn't mind?