A Fond Farewell

[Vincent Cross]

Tatooine----2100 Hours Galactic Standard Time​

here we go

Vincent sat in the bar where he and Serie had first talked, just down the street in the karky Tatooine town where she had first whooped him. Back before he had his own force powers and could match the little Nexu, with a sword at least. She alwats had been more in tune with the force than he was, particularly that dark part of it that had claimed so much more than just the Sith Inquisitor's body. Even Serie...no, ESPECIALLY Serie. His only friend in the world. Had to see that he was not but a shell of the man he used to be.

He sat there in that bar -which still stank like bantha poodoo- thinking back on all he had been through, the changes. His arms gone. His lungs all but destroyed. His legs. That one hurt him, not the loss itself, but the reason. He had snapped and attacked Serie as the dark side gripped him fully, she had no choice. And he was grateful to her for doing what she had to to snap him out of it.

He had sent a message to Serie, one only she would understand. He knew she had been having issues within the Empire as of late and didn't want to be interrupted by anyone.

Lil Nexu, Meet me where it all began. ~V​

And now he sat, an untouched whisky in front of him. Waiting for Serie to arrive.[/abox3]

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[Serie Fond]

To say that she had been surprised by the sudden flash of her datapad, with a familiar ringtone that she hadn't heard in months, would be an understatement. Vincent was all but gone to her, but now he was pulling her back in, and she knew this time was going to be different. She studied the short message he had sent, one only they would really understand.

"Meet me where it all began."

One more time, she flipped the switches on her little spaceship and took off towards tattooine, perhaps for the last time. Vincent was the one person in the galaxy from the Sith she was willing to tall to now, but she didn't know if even he was going to be able to change her mind this time. There was something wrong, with the whole damn galaxy, the Sith, everything. And she just wanted to get away, but again, she slowly felt herself pulled back by those thoughts of grandeur. The thrilling adventures they had gone on seemed so far away, and yet so close.

Arriving a few short hours after receiving the message, she walked into the small cantina she had found almost two years ago, and found it still smelled just as bad today as it did back then.

Something's never change I guess.

She thought to herself as she stepped through the swinging doors and spotted her long time friend sitting at the bar, staring solemnly at a untouched shot of whiskey in front of him.

Vincent. Was all she said taking a seat next to him. Words failed her for the first time in her life, she honestly didn't know what to say. Instead of her usual playful tone and nature, she looked like she had just attended a funeral, and it was clear that she had a lot on her mind, even though she did her best to hide it with a soft smile.

 

[Vincent Cross]

Vincent smiled a sad smile under his helmet as Serie sat down, it had been a long time now since they last spoke.

"Serie.sst"

He said in responce to her greeting.

He could tell something weighed on her heavily, even before his connection to the force had awoken he had been able to pick up on how she felt thanks to all their adventures together.

Memories of the first time they had met popped into his head, how he thought he would take down an Exile and claim the bounty on her saber. How she thoroughly whooped him, opening up his mind like she had and then covering him up with that long crimson scarf before she left. That had shown him that at least some dark siders had humanity.

He pulled the end of the scarf out of his coat pocket, he always kept it with him to remind himself that he had a friend who would have his back no matter how far he slipped into the darkness.

"Been a bit eh?sst"

He shook his head, snapping back to the present but keeping his left hand on the scarf. He knew that she knew she couldn't hide how she felt from him, and he knew she would talk about whatever was bugging her when she was ready.