Lake Country

Working on the ship, Jashin - his alien hearing more acute than a human's - heard the curses that Sinina muttered. Smiling grimly, he turned his head to watch the last sway of those hips as she entered the villa. "Sorry sweetheart. It's better this way. I'm NOT a guy you want to know better. Promise." Muttered Jashin into the open air, eventually turning back to his work. Much to his surprise, though, he was interrupted as R8 gave a whistle - excitedly gesturing with a manipulator arm to the port side of the ship. "Karking droid, what the kark do you...need...oh." Jashin trailed off as he saw the source of the ruckus. Three small crates, innocuous in appearance, had been delivered in an incredibly short time. Jumping off the ship, landing with a dull thud, Jashin walked over to the crates, snatching up a hastily written note affixed to the top of a crate, reading it aloud. "Jashin, all we could get on quick notice. You'll have to deal with it. plenty to work with - Dante." Lowering his hand and dropping the note, a boot grinding the note into the dirt, Jashin glanced up and across the lake. He took in the tree line, the water, all of it, then, raising a hand, proceeded to give it the finger. It was simple, after all. His father, in his enormous wisdom, had Jashin followed to the planet. It was the only explanation for the quick arrival of the crates. "Karking Jedi. Can't hold it against him, I guess. Couldn't take a chance I wouldn't deliver the message."

A series of curses, and Jashin and the loader droids moved the crates, three in total, into the cargo bay. Much smaller than the other crates, they more than likely held limited items. Setting them down, his back protesting, Jashin opened each crate consecutively, taking in the contents. The first held grenades of multiple types, about thirty from what he could tell, as well as some other assorted explosives. The second held a matching twin death hammer, a carbine rifle, a collapsed long range slugthrower, and some assorted gauntlet based equipment. The third held a helmet, some gauntlets, a cuirass, some greaves, and an armor mesh flight suit. "Puh. Not the best. This is all second generation crap. Hardly an armory." Still, though, it was better than nothing. Sealing the crates, he directed the loader droids to take it to the ships armory, and to close and lock the door. Standing there in the cargo bay, then, he shook his head. Had it really come to this? Getting back into the business as it were? Where did he draw the line? He already had Zordo on his back and whatnot, and that was half the result of Jashin getting out of the business in the first place. If he got back into hunting, and tried to get out...he'd have to buy his way out. Cover his debts, and cover anyone who came after him. It'd be practically impossible. But, then, he had already demonstrated that he sucked as a smuggler. Maybe this was just what he was born to do. Maybe this was fate.

The first order of business was to fix the ship...to do that he needed credits. If he was going to hunt, then maybe Naboo had some scum to offer. Someone who needed to be taken out - for a price. Or, he could try and ply the trade of a smuggler, keep his hands clean, and find a buyer for his cargo; as unlikely as that seemed. "Ugh. Life used to be simple. Eh, simpler."

After watching Adi leave, taking one last embrace from her with him- Alora quickly set about throwing her robes on and putting her hair back into its signature braid, running the length of her back. She quickly checked herself in the mirror and made sure her face wasn't too flush from the night before. After that she closed her eyes, extended her hands and put the room back together, using the force- well as best as she could with such short notice.
Taking a deep, calming breath, Alora opened her toor and turned the corner- only to come face to face with Sinina. The smaller woman practically had to fling out her arms and almost embrace the Echani to keep them both from falling over.
After she regained her center of balance, Raven looked up at Sinina with curious eyes. Tension practically rippled off of the girl, and the Jedi could instantly tell she had been, or was still upset about something.
Sinina? Something wrong?

So- Dominic was on his way to somewhere. Hopefully the man wouldn't fall over from his ... well what ever his issue was. For now, Farris wanted to check on the Seer. He passed the large red Zabrak on his way, and nodded firmly to him.
The Polydroxol was no longer tired looking like the day before. He moved very purposefully, as if he had completely recovered from the various blaster wounds and other injuries gathered the previous days.
Good morning,
Farris said with a thin smile on his sliver face as he walked past Loki and headed to Anna's room. once there- he tapped gently on the door, and after hearing a positive reply, he entered the room to find the Seer sitting up and looking at him, a certain, even healthy sheen to her eyes.
Well you look a whole lot better.
He said with a very genuine smile. But, how do you feel?




Anna smiled lightly at Farris, before lifting both her slightly shaky hands as if proud of her small accomplishment. Loki seems to think I look better too. As for how I feel though...
Her voice trailed off and she sighed softly, closing her eyes. I'm so tired. Just moving to sit up is difficult. It'll take a lot of patience before I can fight- or even walk again.



Well yes- but you might be surprised how quickly your body starts acting like it's suppose to.
Farris commented, his smile fading just a little. Today- I want you to try and drink a lot of water, and if you want to eat something, make it soup or something liquid. Remember it's been two years sense you've really ate anything.
He hesitated and frowned solidly for a moment. Are you going to be alright here? Would you like me to stay?
He did have some short business to take care of in Theed, but that could easily wait if Anna wished him to remain with her. He knew she had a trying day even here on this planet yesterday, and he would understand if she felt nervous being alone.



No. Go with them. I'll be fine. I'll be good to just be here- without any voices, or The Array. I don't....sense anything wrong, at least not in the near future.
Anna said softly, adding a bit of confidence to her voice to reassure the Polydroxol. She took in a breath and looked at him more fully.
Farris... Thank you. I might not have shown it, but- I knew you were there, while we were in the lab. No matter how hard The Array pushed me, I knew- somewhere close by, I had a friend. I think.. I think that's why I kept trying to reach out, why I didn't give up.



Well I- um.
Farris cleared his throat, an action he rarely had to preform. Blinking, he looked away for a moment. I knew you were a stubborn girl. I'm just glad your friends came for you when they did. I really couldn't have done much more without their help.
He looked back to her and furrowed his brows. You should be able to take those bacta patches off now. You're skin will be pinkish and new underneath, so it might feel irritable for a few hours. She just kept looking at him, nodding at his instructions. Farris looked at the door and took in a breath. I better go, shouldn't keep the crew waiting.
He turned quickly, and started to walk towards the door, unsure of what exactly he was feeling. Irritation at the fact she was even in that position- at the fact that he had once again participated in it, and yet- she still thanked him, a lot of these people had, and he was not worthy of such thanks. This wasn't out of some deep friendship for the girl- or the crew. He did what he did right now out of a self inflicted debt that he still felt might be impossible to pay, and it really bothered him.



Farris...
Anna called after him, prompting the being to pause and look back at her with his liquid eyes. She smiled a knowing, understanding smile and spoke gently.
I forgive you.


This caused a small, but absolutely thankful smile to cross the Polydroxol's face as he nodded silently, and left the room- searching for the others who would soon make the trek to Theed.

*Sin stopped feeling Raven's hand on her shoulder. She bites her lip and turns back a bit, looking at Raven cuiously. She tilts her head at her as she stands there, she listened closely to her words, feeling like she was a bit calmer then she had been, even if she was still a bit drunk from the wine.*

If you insist.. He had some holodisk of someone, his father i think.. I didn't make much sense of it.

*She did flush a little as she was complimented, but it did help her confidence, and her anger levels. She smiles at Raven as she thinks of when Raven saw her to seeing her now. She would look better now.*

Well.. I wasn't fully awake or anything earlier.. Uummm.... I would try to avoid using the force on him..

The viewscreen flickered dimly as Jashin scrolled through the list of local bounties via the local BountyNet. With each posting, though, and a promise of a reward, he felt less and less enthused. Was this really what he had become, yet again? A slave to the hunt? For once he began, it would only be a vicious cycle of hunting, rewards, paying off debts, and running from those who sought retribution. "The whole purpose of the ship was a new life." Said Jashin to himself, dejectedly, as he scrolled through a bounty about some local crime lord. But then wasn't a pirate a dangerous life as well? If he was in this for freedom, there would be PLENTY of people trying to stop his life of a pirate. Hell, raiding ships was just as fraught with debt, retribution, revenge, and danger as the rest of it. So what was this REALLY about?

Family, perhaps. The idea of becoming something even remotely resembling his father was horrifying. But, like his father, fighting and killing was literally the only profession - nay, life - that he had ever known. That narrowed down options somewhat. Then again, maybe it was about the girl, Sinina. she seemed nice enough. But if he was so revolted by the idea of pursuing her, then how different was he from his father really? Not that different at all, apparently. So, really, all this indecision was pointless, wasn't it? And then, at that exact moment, the Jedi appeared. Jashin eyed the woman, Alora, critically. His face a scowl, she would no doubt misinterpret that. Rather, though, that was simply Jashin's face when thinking of family. Regardless, the Jedi's mere presence brought a fair amount of clarity. Here was an individual who had devoted her life to a set of principles, and was no doubt unflinching in her resolve in following those principles. There was no doubt, no fear, no uncertainty in this woman. She, like thousands of generations of sentients before her, followed in a proud tradition.

And did Jashin not belong to an equally old, equally proud tradition? For at the dawn of hyperspace travel, pirates took to the stars. And, as the spacelanes grew larger, and space ever more wild, pirates were there, fearlessly forging ahead, plundering, and answering to no sentient among the stars. They each followed their own set of rules, bound together by only one universal law: be free. Jashin, his hand slamming down on the console next to him, shutting off the viewscreen, stood suddenly and began to walk. "Follow me Jedi. We will talk now." Making his way to the cargo hold in silence, he practically stomped over to the loading droids - who were still in the process of moving the weapons crates to the armory. Telling them to halt, he began opening said crates, speaking to the Jedi all the while. "I am Jashin Qrow, son of Dante Deveaux, grandson of Arcturus Sorreaux. Dante sent me here for two things. One, I am to inform you that a faction of the Jedi have split from the main Order, consisting of my father, Gene Kenobi, and about forty knights and padawans, and have sequestered themselves on the planet of Vandelhelm. There they are creating a Sanctuary, a new branch of the Order. This is largely secret, so please do not betray their trust. Two, I am to accompany you to Felucia, upon which I will destroy the Tome of Sorreaux, which my grandfather bequeathed upon you long ago. It is the last remnant of evil - besides my father's recent deeds - that remains in our family. He wishes to destroy it, as part of his...penance."

As Jashin spoke, he began to arm himself. First the drab gray flexisteel/duraplast stormtrooper-style cuirass, which he struggled into before tightening down. Next the greaves, then the gauntlets, then the combat boots. Donning his jacket once more, he took out the blaster carbine - a 9118 heavy - and slid it into the spare slot next to his sword across his back, making sure that it was a secure fit before moving on. Grabbing about six grenades, he fitted them into brackets and pockets on his utility belt, followed by several spare powerpacks. Next a kilogram of plastic explosive, and two proton grenades, which he secured in the pockets at the small of his back. The spare deathammer he belted onto his right thigh, and the long range slugthrower rifle, a Czerka Adventurer, he simply held in hand.

"As for myself. I am in the service of Gene Kenobi. Nasty little life-debt situation there. I destroy the book, I get my freedom back. But you better know one thing sister, and that's that I'm a pirate first - and so help me, if you try any of that "don't kill those poor little pirates on the crashed ship" kark again, I will personally send in a tip to the Order about your little fugitive friend. Adieumus. Don't think I haven't heard about him while I've worked with Gene." Jashin held up a finger, then, to stay any questions. "Don't get it twisted, though. I'm not interested in him or the karking ridiculous reward for his head. One thing I've learned in life, is unless you're insane or karking Boba Fett, you stay the kark away from force users. Simply, you let me be mine, and I'll let you be yours, and we all get along..."

Jashin turned and regard the woman then, shrugging unapologetically.

"Any questions?"

"Only with force-users." Admitted Jashin. "I'm also having trouble with a woman. Makes a man a bit irritable." Jashin finished, deadpan.

"I can't begin to question my grand-father's motives. All I know is that the evil in that book drove Dante to insanity, and to commit horrific acts. Why he thinks I have the power to destroy it is beyond me. Perhaps it is cowardice on his part. Maybe he things the lure of immortality will be too strong." Dipping a hand into his coat, he fetched a small signet ring, and tossed it towards Alora. "Dante said you would recognize it." A small ring of Mandalorian Beskar, the signet ring was emblazoned with the pattern of a crow, its wings outstretched until it met to form a circle, the birds tail, body, and beak intersecting at a diagonal angle - forming, roughly, the letter 'Q'. Indeed, it was the same symbol found on the spine of the Tome, one of three symbols actually, bird, serpent, and wolf respectively. The three Houses of Sorreaux. Indeed, it was the very ring that Arcturus had worn on his hand all those years ago on Zeltros.

"Whatever. I leave that up to you discretion." Said Jashin, waving a hand.

Jashin snorted in response to that. "Yeah, ok, sure." Turning, walking away, he paused just as he was about to turn out of the cargo hold. "Oh, but sweetheart? If you're such a consummate Jedi...why are you hanging out with a man wanted by the Jedi. You know, for murdering people and kark? Food for thought." And with that he was gone around the corner. Walking to the repulsortruck, he stowed some of his larger weapons, before hitting a control panel to start the truck up. With a rumble, the repulsors engaged, and the truck slowly lifted into the air. Hanging onto the door frame, standing so he could look over the top of the cab, Jashin hit the trucks horn with his foot.

*HONK HONK*

Jashin waited to see if anyone poked their head out to see the noise before practically screaming at the villa.

"HEY. If you wanna ride to Theed, I've got three seats! Jashy-boy is leaving in five!"

Getting back into his seat with a thud, he shouted some orders to the loader droids, who scurried around to make sure the cargo was bolted down. When they were done, one floated to him and handed him a datapad - a cargo manifest - and he scribbled his signature on it. He'd need it ready when he got to town so he could sell the stuff quickly. Four and a half tons Lothal Currant Wine and Mon Cal Saltfish. One hundred kilos assorted explosives. The truck idling, he kept an eye on the chrono - counting down minutes. Jashin could be charitable - but if anything, he was punctual.

You know....some times I wonder the same thing...

As he tossed her the ring, Alora caught it without moving her eyes and then looked down at it, running her finger along the engraving. She did, indeed, recognize it. Closing her eyes, she flinched just a little, recalling every detail of the book. Apparently- it did not like being forgotten. And so, went the tail of Dante and his own struggle with the dark tome. She nodded again, firmly.
Some times, we don't know how to do what we must do in life- but when the time comes, we tend to find a way. I'm sure your father wouldn't have given you this task, if he didn't think you could complete it.
She smiled slightly. Then again, he is a Jedi- we tend to believe the impossible. Well- that was that. He walked off, apparently trying to use that last question to zing her some how, but it didn't work. Her relationship with Adieumus was an odd one- and she believed in second chances. She also believed she should make every effort to save a life before taking it. The ideals she had built for herself, settled well with her- which made it very difficult for someone to make her doubt herself. Jashin's question did not really effect her much, if at all.

She looked down at her hand, which still held the ring. Well she'd have to get it back to him at some point. Placing it securely in a pocket within her Jedi robes, Raven Alora left the ship- only then noticing the newcomer at the door.
Well- he looked interesting....
She could tell instantly that he was a force user, but her eyes drifted to the truck where once a man sat blaring the horn and yelling about going to Theed. But Jashin wasn't in the truck. Apparently he didn't like unfamiliar people. She felt the faint presence of Sinina- and then Jashin's odd force signature near her, a ways off, but chose to focus on the new comer.
Her lightsaber remained hidden under her robes, and she clearly looked the part of a Jedi- not being one to hide who she was unless she didn't want certain kinds of attention or was under cover. Normally she was never under cover unless she was asleep- but there were the odd jobs. Right now was not one of them, so, with a welcoming smile, and meaningful strides, she approached the Tiro, from behind, calling out to him before he managed to get startled by her and- do something rash maybe?
Greetings friend. What brings you here?
She asked steadily- the smile never leaving her face. her very small figure, a little over 4 and a half feet, radiating with confidence. She did not look dangerous- but her solid stance showed she was not afraid of him, or perhaps much of anything for that matter. Her small brown eyes showed her years of experience. She was not the young Padawan she use to be- even thought outwardly, she had hardly changed.

Oh how unfortunate. Still sitting up proved to be a terrible trial. The young woman he had so clumsily ran into also fell on her back, screaming and calling for ....
... his death?
Why?
It was an accident!
He was finally able to set up- and he had just let out an excited trill of triumph when suddenly the woman's shoe smashed into his left compound eye. The kobok chirped in pain and covered his eye with one of his spindly yellow hands, skittering away from the woman and glaring at her with his other eye- even though it was difficult to see that it was actually a glare. A few basic words managed to escape the mangled sounds of angry trilling and clicking of his native tongue.
*Click* It was *Click* accident! *Click, trill, random chirps!*
He thought he might help the woman up- but the she had assaulted him with her soul! and his eye hurt. Frankly, she had frightened him. Who knew what she would do if he tried to help her. Obviously, for an insectoid, he didn't fell compelled to do anything for her, even though it was he, who had knocked her down in the first place. So he just fumbled around to try and stand upright- just so he didn't look stupid on the ground holding his eye, because some woman threw a shoe at him. Well if she wanted to kill him, she'd have to throw something a big larger.





Farris roamed the halls, going back from where he came- but looking all together deep in thought. It didn't take him long to happen upon Loki, Adi, and Dom who should- because of hallways, be really close to each other by this point. Blinking, he shook his head as if to get his mind off the current topic and spoke to who ever was nearest to him.
Are we ready- to get moving?
Something was slightly tense in his normally calm voice. The conversation with Anna, had for come reason, caused him to leave this group as quickly as possible. He had done what he could for them, and they were all walking- well almost. He couldn't allow himself to have a steady group of allies- knowing full well that he would untimely betray them, at least- that was how it played out in the past. Nothing made this time any different. He just had to leave before anything like that happened. And going to Theed was the perfect place to excuse himself.