After the Rain

[Insoulent]

Hyperspace travel wasn't always an enjoyable experience. Sure it cut down a few lightyears in travel time, but sheesh it still was an awkward wait when nearly two complete strangers flew about it. Xanthus kept his conversation at a rather low rate, he didn't know much about his companion other than his name and he didn't really care to know much about him just yet - his friend wasn't the type to be so open, neither was Xanthus.

Still, they were just enemies a few hours prior, but combat had a thing for bonding two fighters that respected one another. Or maybe it was something more sinister each had in store for one another. Either Xanthus worried little, he had faith in himself to get himself out of any sitation that might fall upon him.

"We'll be arriving in Nar Shaddaa shortly. I know a doctor that can look at your wound, really finish up your patching up. Just know he's a bit...talkative." the human Sith stated. "Enough to get on your nerves, but he's a good enough doctor. He'll be able to fence this holocron for us and get us a buyer within a few hours." the Sith continued. "The plan will be simple, use the holocron as a lure, take the credits and kill whoever is in the room with the holocron back. The Sith will be happy I got them their little space cube, and it'll get us enough credits to get you your own ship. Simple enough." Xanther continued on as the ship jerked and slowed down suddenly.

The fading spacelights around them faded away and froze back to the regular space. The planet-wide city of Nar Shaddaa came into view. It was a notorious city known for it's various gangs and families that warred for domination, and crime was the only law on the planet. Sure a few reputable businesses maintained respectable dealings on the planet, but it'd be rare to find a shop or even corporation that didn't lay in bed with the Hutts.

 

[Dark child]

Xanthier's thoughts quickly placed together exactly what The White Sith's intentions were, and once again, they surprised him. Albeit suspicious, so far, Xander had been true to everything he had said. This did not mean Xanthier trusted him, but the Sith had come farther than any had ever before. There was no reason for the white sith to sell the holocron. True, he might enjoy the fun of it, but that wasn't enough to warrent the action. Xander was a man of means. This ship spoke of that. Everything he owned had a refined elegance to it, even Xanthier's more primal mind processed the fact that the Sith had wealth, or at least knew of it.

No, Xander was doing this for him. Xanthier struggled to process that. No action was without reason, and the Sith themselves were not known for selfless acts. The doctor was not necessary either, Xanthier would survive whether or not his would was sutured, but here again, the Sith had chosen to take the artifact to him to be fenced. Fenced for a ship.

More so, Xander trusted him to aid in cutting down whoever tried to stop them. Xanthier liked this. The power to fight at the Sith's side and wreak havoc in cohesion. It appealed to him in ways never before known to the boy. More purpose to the reckless abandon that he had been living in.

Xanthier felt the ship rock, it's motions magnified in through his legs and into his torso. It made him slightly nauseous. He still wasn't quite used to space travel.Having hopped between several planets on his own power, the grace of flying still eluded him. That, and the fact that almost every ship was different. In the boy's case, usually stolen. The crafts all had similar enough features to get them off the ground, but his movements were always jerky. Lucky to survive given the way he had flown them.

They had to be landed by now, either that, or they had come across some unintentional company. Xanthier's face was still glued to the glass, looking out at all the sights the city had to offer, as well as scanning for possible threats.

His response to Xander was simple.

"I will dispose of any you wish. If what you say is true..Xander Essai."

He spoke the Sith's name for the first time. It felt right in it's own way.
Xanthier had known few beings, if any, by their full name.