Keitum
Thel walked through the village, occasionally stopping at market stalls to look at what was on offer. His travels had brought him to Keitum. He liked to keep moving from planet to planet, since his disappearance from the Sith Order. The Sith master had recently encountered his old apprentice, Param Vour, but he was unsure of his next course of action.
Stopping at a market stall, he looked over the artwork that the stall holder was offering. Not really to my taste. Thel was dressed in his robes, as he usually was.
“Leave me alone,” a voice cried out. Quickly turning around, he spotted a stall holder being roughhoused by three Weequays. The largest Weequay had hold of the stall holder’s arm, and she continued to call out for help as the other two Weequays rummaged through the items she was selling. Strangely, no one helped. The other stall holders looked away and passers-by quickly moved on. In the past, when he was a prominent Sith, Thel wouldn’t have cared. Now, something inside him compelled him to intervene.
He cautiously approached the three Weequays. His lightsaber was clipped to the back of his belt, meaning it was concealed by his cloak. “I think that’s enough. Why don’t you just leave her alone.” The largest Weequay threw the woman to the floor and the two other Weequays sprung up to confront Thel. “What’s it to you,” the largest Weequay growled. “She owes us.” Thel stepped back slightly. He could deal with the three of them easily, if he chose to. However, he didn’t want to display his powers in front of so many witnesses. All it would take is for word to filter back to the wrong person and he could find himself being tracked down.
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