Live the new Life (open)

[Ash]

Capra. Capital city of Kinyen, and the home to the planets only true spaceport. It was a nice, sprawling city created by the Gran, and was, Darmid still thought, even up to this day, was a good place to remain hidden. No longer a Jedi nor a Sith, and holding no allegiance to anyone but himself anymore. For years, the man has been living here, under the nose of the Republic and his former Jedi captors, simply living his life in peace. Well, it was easy considering he didn't look much like his old. Now blue hair tied back in a lose ponytail and no dark side taint swirling around him. In fact, with him suppressing himself, he seemed like any other young human man, despite him being at a decent age... by human standards.

"Well, I got what I needed to get. Not much to really do here."

Darmid smiled slightly to himself as he walked out of his favorite droid and mechanic shop, a small bundle of parts in a back slung over his back. He paid Lily, his only real friend on this Agriworld, a visit and enjoyed his usual light, fun conversations with her. The man knew she was being flirtatious with him, but he pretended to be oblivious to her antics. The less attention he could draw to himself the better, and he didnt't want to bring any trouble to the woman if he could help it. Hell, she didn't even know that he was a force -

"Felix!" A voice called out to him.

Darmid turned around, red eyes spying the voice who called out. It was Lily, walking quickly to where he was. She had some piece of metal... something or other in her hand. She had a bright smile on her face as she made it to him.

"Im glad i caught you before you left. You almost forgot your servo. Seriously, I cant let you do anything alone, can I?" Lilly spoke, handing over the motor. Darmid had put his sack into his beat up landspeeder's seat and took the servo.

"Thanks Lily," He spoke, smiling back at her. "You saved me a trip back here."

"Well then, maybe I should have not brought it out to you, so you would have been forced to come back and see me." She teased him, a mischievous look in her bright eyes. "I have to get back to the shop now. Stop back in again soon, and if you're having problems with your droids, let me know. I will make a house call, just for you."

The woman smiled brightly again and took off running away with a wave of her hand. She deftly dodged people as she worked her way back into her shop, where a duo of others just entered. Darmid stood there, watching her until she was out of sight, then sighed to himself. Was he playing it right in getting to know this woman? He couldn't see why not, so long as he stayed well away of trouble. She was too nice of a girl to have trouble brought onto her.

Accidentally, Darmid reached out to the surrounding area with the force, checking for the trouble he just thought of, before withdrawing again. It was a habit he couldn't break, no matter the time he took to try to. Sighing again, he let lose a breath before climbing into his speeder.

Only to hop right back out again. "Better get some more food while im here. I need some more meat before I run out."

Darmid only took trips to the city when he truly needed to. Otherwise he stayed at his estate well and truly outside of the city limits. Even outside of where the majority of farms was and inside more wild territory. That way no one bothered him and he could farm in peace... And keep up on all his training. There was no reason to sit idly around and wait for trouble letting his skills go to waste, and he was making sure he was stronger than ever.

Darmid walked off, heading towards a nearby meat market, and he ignored any news signs about the happenings of the galaxy at large. He didn't care. It didn't concern him. He quit trying to stay on top of things when he escaped the Jedi. The less he had to do with the galaxy, the better.

[Poludnica]

His head was pounding. Cassius rubbed his temples and winced. The noises in the market drilled into his skull, flooded senses. The aged master took a deep breath, inhaling scent of spices and heavy, humid air. Kinyen was an agricultural world. Backwater, cheap and stank of manure but if anyone wanted to stay unnoticed with their antics this was the place to go. Cassius had finished meeting two hours ago with two other Hutt space traders… Traders…The grey Jedi had no calms about calling himself or others for what they truly were. Criminals. Cassius was very careful to keep his Cartel business in the Hutt space, treading a thin line between law and crime. The man’s entire life was soaked in grey. His powers belonged to neither light nor dark. Cassius detest taking sides because the only winners played only for themselves.

Cassius slowly made his way through the crowd. He had to unwind, feeling tired after the meeting. His body wasn’t what it used to be. Cassius took solace in the fact his powers had been growing but the aging body couldn’t keep up. It infuriated him. Ten years ago Cassius had still been under a delusion of his own immortality. Not anymore, he had to face the fact that sooner or later death would come knocking. The worst part was that Cassius couldn’t proudly stand at the afterlife’s doors without regrets. His dynasty was in shambles, reduced to a half-breed grandson. His estranged daughter had turned on her own and ran off with a Sith lover, forgetting about their noble, Zhell roots. Oh, he became Pius Dea laughing stock. Many of his Republic friends had turned away from him after Danica’s antics had seen the light of day. Cassius political career was dead and along with it the man’s dreams about pure humanity.

„Broca. Prepare the ship. We are leaving. Make sure the child is ready.” Cassius closed the comm channel. His chief of security said only a short ‚yes’, sensing Cassius sour mood in the terse, barking commands. The aged master turned toward the docks when something caught his attention. A ripple, in the force. One that could only be made by a force sensitive. Trained one. Cassius reaction was brisk and automatic. He forced his powers to dim, vanishing completely from the white noise other living beings created. Concealing his powers was a reflex by now. An automatic defense mechanism. Cassius knew not many could match him in the Force, certainly not this being, but he hadn’t lived this long because picked fights with everyone around. Especially not a…similarly grey presence.

Cassius closed his eyes and let his senses spread into the Force. People around turned into vague shapes and sounds. It was difficult to describe this feeling to those who had never experienced the force. The universe was an intertwined map of bright connections. Every life left a mark in it, one he could easily trace. The white haired human man, clothed in unassuming, but neat apparel turned toward the source of the disturbance. His aged, yet still handsome face, bore a curious frown. Well…welll…what do we have here?

[Ash]

What was that... a prickle ran up the back of Darmid's spine, and it caused the hairs on the back of his neck and arms to rise up, as if he was hit by a cool wind. This was not a good sense. It seemed he messed up with his little sense around, and he caught another force sensitive individual. Crap baskets.

Well there was a good chance he could still get away with it. While idly chatting up a store owner, purchasing what he needed, he gently reached out with the force, ever so gently to feel the vibrations, before he thought better of it and withdrew hard into himself. It was time to leave town for a bit and head out to his estate. Thanking the man before him, he took his goods and left the shop.

It was hard to walk like you weren't in a hurry when you really were, and Darmid was in a big hurry now. The individual who he accidentally tagged, and who may have tagged him back, could be anyone and anywhere, but unless he was right under his nose, there would have been no way for him to know, without him actively searching. Was the man one of the Jedi, coming here for a routine inspection? This was a Republic world, but the timing was off. And they shouldn't even be in this part of the world. He chewed on his lower lip as his speeder came into view.

Diarmid wanted to sigh a breath of relief. He wanted to say that he was safe and sound now, but he couldn't yet. Not with a fellow force user. He needed to beat feet out of here. Setting his stuff in the back seat, next to his items from Lily, he had an idle thought, and turned to look at the building nearby where the woman worked out of. Would she be fine? Of course she would be. This stranger didn't know their connections with each other. Shaking his head slightly, he drew out a commlink, keying in a code that would prep his droids back at his house to prepare for... i guess as they were farm hands, they would be farming organics, or whoever else fallowed him. May have been better to do that on the road, but right now he seemed like an unassuming young man sending out a message before leaving.

[Poludnica]

(I took a couple of liberties, I hope it’s ok. Let me know if you need an edit.)

There he was...For a brief moment Cassius senses became clouded with irrational, fiery anger. For a moment Cassius was sure he could see Nieraan. The older man was ready to struck the insolent whelp there and then but something gave him a pause. The human felt his anger turning into mild irritation with the hints of embarrassment. Of course it wasn’t Nieraan. This presence was grey, bland and not even half that powerful as the Sith Lord he knew. Most of all, Nieraan would have never ran in fear, not from him anyway. Not after what Cassius had done. No, that was just some scared, unlucky Firrerreo.

It took Cassius a mere second to decide whether to give chase. The alien didn’t do anything to him, but old habits die hard. The aged master had built his power on hunting. Along with his master they prowled through Nar Shaddaa looking for darksiders who preyed upon weak. How long it had been? Decades. Even after all this time Cassius’ body remembered. He felt surge of adrenaline and power. As his body grew weaker with age, the Force power increased , compensating for the tired body. Still, it took much more now for him now to get his joints moving. Afterwards Cassius would feel pain, but he was never a man who cared for something like this.

The young Firrerreo dashed toward what seemed to be his speeder. Cassius didn’t have much time. He didn’t bother to hide his presence anymore but let it blossom instead. The human man called upon the Force and darted after the alien. He navigated among people, not caring for pushing them off the way if needed. All that counted was his quarry - the boy could try to hide anywhere but Cassius spent years and years as a hunter.

The human man stopped right in front of the speeder, just when the Firrerreo was fumbling with his communicator. His movements were a blur for a brief moment before the Force finally dissipated around him. Leaving tired muscles and aching joints. A couple of gawkers gathered near by, curious about the commotions. Others, less brave and those who still remembered the war scurried away. Cassius stilled his breathing, not wanting to come off as a heaving old man.

”You seem to be in a hurry.” Cassius said without a smile. His features were cold, impassive but not hostile. He didn’t sense any darkness around the Firrerreo, just fear. Cassius, a master telepath, caught few images coming from the Firrerreo. A woman, human one probably. Was the alien scared for her or himself?
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[Ash]

Darmid barely got his Call off before the sensed another coming up. Strong enough to come up on his radar. He dropped the comm link into his speeder before reaching in for it. The old man was on him then, just in time for him to grab what looked like a long torque wrench, but with a bent head and greenish in color. It wasn't uncommon for these things to happen. His eyes narrowed at this man, feeling light brushing against his consciousness.

Dropping his own charade that instant, letting the force flow back into him, before letting it seep into his mind, blocking it out in about the same trick he used to hid himself in the force. His red eyes narrowed at the stranger.

"Something I can help you with, gramps?"

He didn't look like any Jedi nor Sith. His aura was different, closer to that of how he was himself rather than some beast of light or darkness. He didn't show any hostility, but his features were cold. A mask that hid whatever was hiding underneath.

Darmid had the same sort of mask over his face, but he showed a slight smile, almost a friendly thing, as if they were two friends meeting up. His red eyes though, were like ice, not showing the smile, and taking in every detail.

"I hope you didn't come to start a fight. I have harvest coming up soon, and I would really hate to have to leave the planet because someone... im gonna say 10 years old than me, decided to start a fight."

Firrerreon's and Humans really weren't that far off from one another, with only the smallest of details different between them. One was that one species could live for centuries. Darmid, especially now without the darkside taint, looked only about 20, maybe, belaying his age by half.

"Before that, you forgot something important, Old Man. Introductions, and its only polite to introduce yourself first. Darmid, but on this planet, I go by Felix."

There was no need to hide his real self anymore. He was already long found out. He also looked like some man with connections. His name, after they were all done here, would have been found out in time anyway. He tilted his wrench to the man, a subtle indication to introduce himself.

(((No, its all good. I just need to block him out completely. lol)))

[Poludnica]

A cold smile stretched Cassius’ thin lips as the Fierrerro raised his feeble mental defenses. „I don’t know what’s more amusing: the fact that you think to have any chance of keeping me out. Or the fact that you assume there is something interesting in that head of yours.” He was half-tempted to provoke a fight in a desperate need of killing boredom. Cassius sighed inwardly and ignored the primal call: leaving comatose aliens in his wake would only provoke the Order. He and the Jedi weren’t on the best of terms as of late. Instead, the aged master gave the Firrerreo a scrutinous look, only-semi trying to hide disdain. Liviana family belonged to Pius Dea ever since the organization had been founded. The feeling of superiority toward anything non-human was deeply rooted in his very souls. The fact his grandson was a Firrerreo hybrid didn’t help the matters. Cassius almost winced when the stranger spoke - vowels ever so slightly distorted by the elongated canines.

„Oh, you?” The human asked. „Help me? No.” Cassius looked down on the creature before him. „I have mistaken you for someone else…but your Force is barely a flicker in comparison.” He sighed, still deciding on what to do with this unexpected find. There weren’t this many trained Force users, especially not on shitholes like Kinyen. „Ten years? You flatter me.” Cassius snorted, painfully aware of the difference in which their two species aged. „Believe me it wouldn’t a fight, but a beating.” The man added, wondering if the Firrerreo had some kind of a death wish, antagonizing him like this. Recalling Nieraan’s behavior, maybe it was a species trait, something that balanced out their ridiculous life-spans.

The Firrerreo continued with his tough, self-assured routine. He glanced at the wrench pointed at him. The alien behaved as if Cassius ought to know him. „Felix? Really?” The human cocked his white eyebrow. „Less human names were taken?” He snorted, bemused. „Cassius Liviana.” The grey master offered, deciding the alien was amusing enough to warrant more interaction. It beat getting bored back in the ship. Maybe the alien would attack him, provoking self-defense - Cassius mused - and the day would get slightly better.

[Ash]

Darmid watched this man carefully, a cold smile stretching across the face of this older human man. He was dangerous, evenmore so than Darmid was if it came to a battle of the force. Darmid was more physical; a professional when it came to his weapon type. He could tell that this man was a master at his own art though.

The man gave him a look of... he couldn't guess. It was half hidden, but he could tell the human didn't like him much. But why. They didn't know each other, as far as he knew. He was sure he could have remembered his face and power. It was something to think on later.

The other spoke a few words, saying he mistaken Darmid for someone else. Maybe Darmid's human ish disguise was something that didn't fully suit him. He almost ran a hand through his single colored hair, but resisted the urge. Then this other said it wouldln't be a fight, but rather a beating. Did this old man think so highly of himself? If Darmid still with the Sith, then he would have rose to the bait, but he held his ground.

It also seemed like he didn't care for the name he adopted on this planet. There was nothing wrong with a simple name like Felix. It was... something one would forget in an instant. Overly normal. Its what he wanted. But when he gave his own name, Darmid had a hard time suppressing his own, cold smile.

"Liviana... Like the wife of that bastard Sith Nieraan... Don't tell me you're the father of her? If thats true, then i bet you want after them more than anything."

He sat on the edge of his speeder, still defensive but not nearly as much as before.

[Poludnica]

For a brief moment, it seemed the alien would swallow the bait. To Cassius disappointment, the anger faded in the Firrerreo. Shame, he would have to vent his frustration on something else. Cassius was ready to go and seek enjoyment somewhere else when the alien recognized him. No, not him. His name. The aged master green eyes narrowed dangerously but it was the only indication how deeply the Firrerreo words moved him. "What did you say?" The human asked, wondering how this peasant nobody could have come into contact with his daughter or a Sith Lord.

Wait...they were married? Was Danica now flaunting another surname? Or had Nieraan decided to finally marry into nobility? Cassius didn't know nor cared. He already got from them both what needed the most - an heir. The human aristocrat saw no point in harassing them further, his ungrateful daughter could have rot in the darkest pit for all he cared.

This Firrerreo had to know them both as he was privy to their family squabble. Cassius felt no darkness around the alien which meant he wasn't a Sith. "I...don't really care about them." The human offered truthfully, although curiosity did gnaw at him. "And for your sake, I hope you don't care about them either." Cassius tilted his head, reading the emotions the Sith projected. There was nothing strong, no particular anger nor affection. He seemed...indifferent.

What a strange coincidence. Force did carve unusual paths for people. "Given where we are, I wouldn't flaunt your relationships with the Order out loud," Cassius smirked, not for the first time wondering if the entire species wasn't this bright or he had just a bad luck. There was the cold war going on and this simple farmer dropped Sith Lord name just like that. Not smart. Not at all.

[Ash]

Darmid couldn't help but let out a small smile at the reaction he got from this old man. He was correct in his guess that they were related. Maybe this trip into town wasn't so bad it seemed, even if this old man found out he was...

Wait... He didn't know that Darmid was a former Sith... or a Jedi. Well, given the fact that Darmid was more or less known as Lancer during his time with the Sith, it wasn't all that surprising. His lips tried to hide another smile, but with a mental shrug, Darmid let the small thing form on his face.

"Trust me, Gramps. I don't care for them one bit. Being the most un-Firrerreon on this planet, its pretty easy to no longer worry about the galactic politics."

He shrugged his shoulders, listening to the old man ramble on about flaunting some sort of relationship.

"Also, good thing about being on this planet, is there is no relationship with any order. All of that is long gone."

Darmid didn't seem to care about what he was saying. But, both being that there weren't a huge number of people around and the sounds of speeders and whatever else going on, an idle conversation would be lost to anyone not immediately around. Kinyen was such a lovely planet.

[DreadPirateMike]

His sleep had been disturbed of late. Not consistently; in fact, it had only happened on a couple of occasions over the few weeks Rikkavi had been on Kinyen. But even that would be enough to arouse curiosity in those who knew him. The Selonian was not, for the most part, known for his tenacity, but once he’d committed to a nap, he stuck to it with a fierce resolve. So just what, short of a full scale orbital bombardment, had accomplished such a thing? Rikkavi, in fact, was curious to get an answer to that one himself.

In a general sense, of course, he already knew. He’d been roused by the one thing that could almost always reach him, on account of an uncommonly strong connection for his age. The Force.

There had been numerous and widely scattered reports of crop sickness on Kinyen of late. On a breadbasket world like this, that could potentially have implications every last bit as dire as a major battle lost during the war. So in had come the AgriCorps, to study the problem and ascertain its severity. And if they were looking at a potential blight, they needed to put a stop to it immediately. To that end, Rikkavi has been having a generally lovely and relaxing time of it, zooming around the countryside from farm to farm in a landspeeder set aside for his use. He’d been eagerly received for the most part, after he’d explained to the local Gran farmers that in exchange for access to the property and some samples, he could space magic their crops back to health. And as a full knight, he was basically his own supervisor in all this. He’d have to send the occasional report along, of course, relay test results for further analysis at their lab in Capra. But he had nobody breathing down his neck, no set timeframes, and fields full of tall, shady wheat on a nice day…

It was some time after sundown when it had first happened. Jolted awake by a ripple in the Force, he’d spit out a mouthful of wheat that had stood in for the fish in his dream, and looked blearily off somewhere to the east. It had ended soon after, so he’d brushed himself off and begun the drive back to town. But when he’d put in a call the next morning, he’d been somewhat confused to learn he was the only Knight on that part of the planet, never mind a Master. But he HAD sensed someone. Someone strong.

Such incidents had been inconsistent, but his work had kept him more or less in the area, and a few days later, there it was again. For once curious enough to take the time and effort, Rikkavi had begun closing in on the source, and eventually heard word of something of a resident hermit. That the man was an offworlder who kept to himself was about all the local farmers knew, but that alone suggested he might be on the right track. Having paid the small estate a visit himself to find nobody home but a handful of labor droids, he was heading back when wouldn’t you know it, there it was. It was brief, but by this point unmistakable. Pulling over by the side of the road, he fished around for the pair of binoculars he used for surveying.

And here, at the end of his journey, the young Selonian found himself, as usual, wishing he hadn’t bothered. There was his quarry, alright, an unmistakable Force Adept standing by a speeder loaded with farm equipment. But the old guy with him...he’d just come out of nowhere, and yet he stood out now to Rikkavi’s senses like a signal flair! This guy was, like...High Council level powerful, if he was any judge. And he knew that for a first year Knight, he was a pretty damn good judge of these things. What were two non-Jedi this powerful, and this adept at hiding their presence doing out on Farm World?

He needed to contact the Order. They could deal with this. They could dispatch...Knights. Like him. Like the only Jedi Knight already in the area.

“Aw, fuck.”

[Poludnica]

"Un-Firrerrreon? Is that even a word? " Cassius asked with a hint of aloof amusement. As far as near-humans went, Firrerreo stood out from the baseline like a sore thumb. Unnaturally golden skin, canines, odd hair color, nictitating membranes and hissing, feral mannerism. Really hard to vanish in the human crowd. How come this simple creature had any ties to Danica was beyond Cassius comprehension. Then again, his daughter did like them exotic and dumb. The human man shook his head. It didn't matter. The moment he had taken Marcus, the last bond between him and Danica got severed.

He shook his head. "People have long memories. Especially after a war like the last one." The gray master offered with a shrug. There were so many fugitives running around backwater planets. Maybe the alien had even been a Sith, maybe a Force user for hire who got caught on the wrong side of trenches. Not that it mattered. Cassius himself had to leave Coruscant as the Order made clear he wasn't welcome around them anymore. There was a difference between tolerating a grey Jedi aristocrat and a grey Jedi affiliated with the Cartels. Apparently. Uptight assholes.

Speaking of...Cassius' head whipped toward another ripple moving through the Force. The human man was so focused on the Firrerreo, he missed the faint gleam nagging in the back of his head. It was unmistakably light and moderately strong. Not a master, but...not very far from one. Cassius raised his hand to silence Darmid just in case the Firrerreo wanted to say something. The man's heart began to beat slightly faster as the excitement surged through him.

There was no point in hiding, the other being had certainly sensed them both by then. Cassius harnessed the Force around him and spilled own thoughts into it, trying to zero on the light presence. Come out, come out wherever you are. It wasn't an order, not even a compelling request but a polite, telepathic handshake that had a chance to touch the mind of another being.

[Ash]

Darmid was pretty good at, at least at a distance, hiding the fact that he want a human. Dying his hair went a long ways, and generally staying away from anyone unless he truly needed to also helped out. Dark glasses and clothing that hid most of his skin worked out too. Still, this old man saw though him like he wasn't wearing anything at all... kinda creepy. Darmid couldn't blame him. His daughter was involved with a Firrerreon. He nodded his head slightly when Cassius said that people had long memories, especially in wartimes.

"Yes. Yes they do. So its best to try to avoid conflict of any kind these days if it can be helped."

In a few dozen years, people will begin to forget, and then Darmid would be more or less a free man, so long as he avoided getting involved too much with the Republic for a hundred years or so. His head perked up at about the same time as Cassius, a ripple in the force attracting his own attention. He recognized the Jedi, a young furball of a Selonian who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

If Cassius wasn't going to do anything to out Darmid, then this Jedi almost certainly would. Darmid didn't remember any other force users on this planet, besides the Jedi running in and out as they felt like it. It was a good run, but Darmid would, he imagined, soon need to pack up and leave before it was too late.

"You going to do anything about the kid?"

Darmid asked that to Cassius, raising an eyebrow at the older human.

[DreadPirateMike]

“Well that can’t be good,“ the young Jedi muttered with an ever deepening frown as he watched the old dude suddenly turn and stare in his direction. That suspicion was almost immediately invested with a great deal of credibility, when he felt it. The profoundly and disturbingly alien feeling of another mind brushing up against his own.

“Definitely not good,” he confirmed as he allowed the binoculars to drop and visualized the fortress that was his mind. Well, perhaps sanctuary was a slightly more fitting word. Or...food cellar. If that food cellar had its own rec room. And a full sized swimming pool. It was pretty sweet, whatever you called it. Anyway, the important thing was the DOOR to that happy mental place, which was worthy of a fortress. It had begun years ago, with the exercise that typically formed the basis of a Youngling’s early lessons in mental defense. You imagined an open door leading into your mind, then you imagined closing it, and finally locking it. The idea was that you made that locked door more secure and impregnible as you went, and Rikkavi had found it to be his kind of task: the kind which literally didn’t even require you to get out of bed. At this point, it was barely a door so much as it was a big old slab of molecularly bonded durasteel, sealed with multiple locks, retinal scanners, riddles that had to be answered in binary, and so on. He slammed this door shut now, and from what he could hope was a place of safety, considered the words which had appeared unbidden in his awareness.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

“You know exactly where I am, dickhead,” Rikkavi retorted with a scowl as he considered his problem, and his options. His actual level of danger was...unclear, and quite possibly very manageable if he just turned his speeded around and pushed the accelerator to the floor. But if he did that, then what exactly would he be leaving any future Jedi investigating to work with? Sadly, he didn’t actually have a camera on him, at least not one that would work adequately from this distance. The upshot of all those visual exercises and the progress they represented was that Rikkavi’s mental defenses were quite strong, such that only a real high end telepath would be getting past them. He had the sinking feeling that that might be exactly what he’d stumbled upon, but still, he should be safe enough for the moment, and have some warning if that was about to change. Having made his decision, albeit not one he was happy about, he snatched his comm unit from his belt, and set about using that time as best he could.

“Kapra lab, this is Knight Rikkavi.”

“Well, that can’t be right,” came the dry response a few moments later. “We’ve got a Rikkavi who occasionally stops in here for a cup of coffee, but we’re not expecting to hear from him for two days at least.”

Ugh, Mendan. Inexplicably overzealous for a washout, never too shy with his irritation for Rikkavi’s loose hours. Not that he could do anything about it...save giving him shit now, apparently.

“Ha ha. This is Knight Rikkavi, investigating a sighting of two potentially hostile Force Adepts. Master level. Note my coordinates, and if I don’t report back in 15 minutes, send out an alert to the High Council.”

“...seriously, who is this?”

Choosing to cut the comm as his most eloquent available response, Rikkavi allowed himself a few more choice swears under his breath, and then got his speeder moving again, in the direction of...whoever these people were.