Unexpected

[Tycho Draykon]

For the past twenty years Tycho had been busy not only leading what remained of the Galactic Alliance but also keeping his family safe from the Mandalorians. He had kept the travels random to keep anyone trying to follow off their trail. Today the travel brought them to Rhen Var. As Ashlynna and the kids went off to do their own thing. The rebel officer decided to pop into a small cantina to get a drink or two. It was not that full, which surprised the man. With the planet being somewhat a frozen wasteland and the air bitter cold. Tycho expected to see more people crowding into the cantina for a drink to warm themselves up.

After standing at the entrance looking around cautiously, debating if he can let his guard down for a little bit. Releasing a breath he has been holding Tycho will let his guard down, but will remain on alert. He doubted that enemy Mandalorians or what remained of the Sith would be encountered here. Running into either will not end well for the two parties as one may wind up dead or both injured.

But Tycho is not here to get into a brawl. But he is still armed with his quickdraw for just incase.

Walking over to the counter he pointed to the bottle on the shelf right behijd the Zabrak, "A glass of that please." The General will say as he placed some money on the counter. It will only be a couple seconds before the glass was placed in front of him. Nodding to the bartender as he picked up his drink, Tycho made his way over to an empty table. Placing the glass down on the thick wood as he took a seat.

Looking around as he took a small sip, Tycho was expecting a silent visit to the cantina. Not to have an encounter with someone.

@Faded

 

[Roman Antilles (TL8)]

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Time had not been kind to the Sith Order, or whatever remained of the ancient evil. Its practitioners had become more myth than flesh, rare sightings through the galaxy often times disregarded as Deja Vu and paid little overt attention. It was through these shadows that the aging Sith Warrior had grown accustomed in the previous two decades. Continue Mandalorian onslaught had claimed the lives of many of his brethren, fellow followers who fell against the tyranny of the war machine. However, he persevered, and had remained as only a handful of powerful dark siders still alive in this galaxy.

Seeking recluse on Rhen Var, Roman welcomed the icing tundra and also was not expecting any companionship on this hollow day. The helm of his armor had been forgone but the remainder of his suit was shrouded over with a plain rag of brown cloaks. Lightsaber tucked away hidden from sight while he simply sat on a middle table sipping some dark wine. Ruffling of leathers caught his notice, eyes trickling upwards as they glanced at the man who settled into the booth near him. A light smirk came over Roman's face followed by a brow lofted as he merely stared at the man for several long moments.

"The galaxy is too small for someone like you to fully vanish...General..." He said, to Tycho. Green eyes turning slightly yellow with a sulfuric burn; the promising cold plunged even deeper as he made it quite obvious the etiology of his origin.

@Nommie

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho somewhat noticed Roman staring at him. But decided to not pay any mind to the man. He could after all mistaking him for someone else. Or waiting for the rebel officer to make a mistake in order to have an excuse to start a fight. Taking a small sip of his drink the General glanced over to Roman as the man spoke to him.

He would usually not be so concerned. But seeing Roman's eyes change color.. That was enough for Tycho to figure out who he is in the presence of. A Sith. Tycho had fought quite a few and lived to tell about it.

"Indeed. Do you really think it is wise to reveal yourself?" The General countered before taking another sip of his drink, "As soon as word gets out you are here Mandos will come running to find you." The man placed his glass down onto the table with a dull thunk. Tycho did start to wonder if he should cut the conversation short to go find his wife and children. If there is one Sith here there must be another nearby. A few of his encounters were Sith working in pairs. So it was not entirely wrong for the man to think of the possibility of a second Sith.

If there is a second Sith... Where is he? The General wondered as he quickly scanned the cantina. Calmly picking up his drink, he looked over to Roman as he took another sip, "Where is your partner at? A few of my encounters with you Sith were with you lot working in teams." He questioned sternly. Showing he is not in the mood for games.

@Faded