[Vandor] Blood is Thicker Than Water

[Tarrius Drast]

Six Years Ago...
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A cool air swept across the barren landscape, a small single fire stood as a beacon of light in the backdrop of dusk. Two people gathered around the fire and huddled beside the kindles of warmth and comfort. One was a teenage boy, his brown hair was unkept and long, running down towards his eyes, which caused the boy to constantly push the locks from obstructing his view. The other was an armored man, who dawned a strange helmet similar to that of the Ubuese people.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just kill all the criminals and bad guys?" The young boy asked as he folded his arms on top of his raised knees, "If we just killed all the criminals, there wouldn't be a need for this..we could just go home."

The armored man tilted his head for a moment, considering the topic, before letting out a chuckle. "Do you think killing them all would be so simple? Besides a new one would just take their place." He would sigh before his electronic voice grew more serious, "Killing them just to kill them and rid them from the galaxy, wouldn't make us any better than them..We're bounty hunters, ones with class and virtue..Do you understand?"

The boy contemplated for a moment before shaking his head, "Yes I understand?"

Suddenly, the sky began to rumble with cracks of lightning rained from the heavens. The Ubese form distorted and twisted, his bones crackling as the visor began to glow red. Fangs began to break out from the mask as the figure lunged forward, "So why did you kill him?"


What..the, it was just a dream. His eyes flashed open as sweat poured off his head as his chest rapidly beat up and down. Where am I? His eyes squinted to look around the stone covered room, a cold draft sweapt across the ground, and the smell of incense burning clung to the air. The young Drast turned his head to see a bed situated beside his, with a woman occupying it, "Where..are we?"

 

[Tyraré]

It was just meant to be a routine job...

Tyraré groaned softly as her unconscious form began to stir in the rough-spun sheets that padded the cold metallic bed she lay upon. The first thing that registered in her mind was the cold, and the dark, and the pain that throbbed and pulsed against her skull and arms. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she was not where she once was. Last thing she remembered, she was on her ship as it was being boarded, and now she was laying in what was probably a cell, waiting for whatever gods awful fate awaited her...she just got all the good assignments didn't she?

A voice drew her head slowly toward the other side of the cell, and Tyraré looked at the kid with a sigh.
"Wherever we are, the room service sucks," She whispered hoarsely. It only seemed like then when she realized how weak she really was. "Who are you?"

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[Tarrius Drast]

Tarrius groaned as he slid himself to an upright position on the bed, his toned chest and body's skin was exposed to the cool air, though he felt a burning sensation against his back. Glancing down he noticed that a series of bandages had been wrapped around his abdomen. Did I get hurt? What the kriff... He sighed as he turned towards the woman, pondering for a moment.

Her white hair was a mess and covered her face, while her voice was horse and she looked like she had been through better days. "Where ever we are, the room service sucks."

He contemplated her words for a moment, chuckling for a few seconds before grumbling in pain that shot up across his back. "I'm..."
His words were cut off at the sound of a robed woman entering the room, with a series of minerals and scents.

"Tarrius Drast...it seems that the healing process has done wonders," she would pause for a moment as she glanced towards Tyrare, "I suppose you are doing well? The two of you I'm sure have many questions..Lady Ala'mor will be happy to answer them soon, when you are both cleaned up."

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[Tyraré]

Tyraré could feel the wooziness and fog starting to clear from her mind, images and sounds sharpened and her sense of balance started to level her out a little now. Now seemed like a good time to take stock of her situation, and Tyraré started to scan the room, her neck swiveling around like a camera on a tripod. All things considered, it wasn't the most pleasant rest space, the room was cold to the touch, the walls seemed a little moist, and there were two small and rustic looking beds, one of which she sat upon, and the other being occupied by her cellmate. He looked like he had seen better days if the bandages were anything to go by, she hoped that he was ok and good for moving. She had no desire to leave this place alone, and he seemed decent enough at first glance.

She was about to speak when the door heaved open beside them, her head snapping to the woman who stepped across the threshold. It seemed she was their jailer, or at least worked for her. She was most illuminating if anything.
"Drast?" She repeated softly, looking at her cellmate with curiosity. If he was a descendant of the Drast line, then things would get a little more interesting, she would wager. Despite the myriad of questions running through her head right now, Tyraré forced them all back, looking down toward the floor and taking a few short, almost imperceptible breaths. She needed to focus, and focus only came from calmness within. After a moment, she stood and looked at the woman, nodding toward her. "Thank you for the minerals, they are more than likely needed depending on how long we have been here, which brings me to my first two questions if I may?"

She liked to try and take things in stride, it usually had a tendency of easing her mind a little when it was in a situation beyond its control. Her adversaries had a tendency to either be similarly eased or a bit unsettled - she wondered which this woman would be. "Where are we? and how long have we been here?" She asked politely, brushing a few strands of hair aside.

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[Tarrius Drast]

Tarrius winced at the mention of his name, his eyes shifting down as the girl beside him gave him a curious look. He came from a dynasty of injustice and cruelty. There were those within the bloodline that did well for many, yet most of it was marred by cruelty and bloodshed so wide spread, his name was a curse a strife that would paint him with judgement from the very minute one knew his true identity. He couldn't look the girl in the eyes, for his eyes would have given away the thoughts of doubt and discomfort that circled within him.

The fellow cellmate thanked this mysterious robed woman, who sat down beside the two of them, placing her hand upon the side of them both. A shiver ran down the man's spine as he felt the cool touch against his exposed ribs. Her words were soft and oozed out with a gentle sense of perfection, "Well I would say you both have been out cold for maybe a few days, four or five at most." She would pause as she glanced towards the Drast, "We found you floating in the sewer systems on Nar Shadda, left for dead and rotting. " A soft exhale would release from her lips as she glanced towards the white haired woman, "As for you, we found you out directly..Please don't misjudge our actions as a sign of aggression, you see Lady Ala'mor has been watching..watching you both, you don't quite understand yet, but for our humble fellowship you both hold pivitol roles."

Her smooth hands would rub gently across the side of them both and away from their bodies to form a clasp. "There is an assortment of various robes, please dress and step outside to the main hall, there Lady Ala'mor is waiting." She would step away and move towards the door--leaving their sight.

Tarrius would glance over towards Tyrare, rubbing the back of his neck as he slowly stumbled out of the bed and onto his feet. It felt weird to be standing after being dormant for so long. His legs felt like rubber and his body was sluggish. She knew his true identity, how would she react to him? He limped towards the set of robes, selecting a dark black silken set, slowly he would begin to cover up his exposed muscular build, doing his best to avoid eye contact with the woman as she changed.

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[Tyraré]

When people spoke of the Drast Dynasty, normally the tales evoked imagery of dark corridors of stone, mysterious figures clad in black robes standing over a roaring fire, blood sacrifices.

Ya know, culty kark.

Despite the possible, almost certain, danger that she found herself in, Tyraré inwardly found herself viewing this whole situation like a cheap horror vid from the Holonet. The dingy cell, the mysterious woman, the lone Drast with a dark and misty past that is unknown to the secondary character, which is kinda feeling like her at this point. That wasn't to say that she was gonna let her guard down, but she had the feeling she was gonna be standing back and observing things for most of this. She nodded along as the woman explained their situation as she understood it, not even flinching from the cold touch - she was Deucalian, cold was no real issue to her unless it was a blizzard.
"Fellowship...interesting choice of words," She noted, raising an eyebrow. The implication was that whoever these people were, they were bound in friendship and loyalty more than anything else, would make it especially difficult to escape should things go south.

She looked to her cellmate again as the woman left, standing and passing him a robe. "So, Drast eh?" She asked, slipping her own robe over her body. The warmth practically clung to her skin, desperate to dig inside as she felt it's aura intensify with the new garment. "When most people think of the Drasts, they think about creepy cults and kooky rituals...some people think of perverted sex acts, but the fact that my first meeting with a Drast hits two out of three is impressive."

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