Ask An Odd Awakening

[Trael Osso-Drast]

A few days have passed since the party on Nar Shaddaa. His memories are faded yet a few stick out to him. Most pertaining to Azar and certain unaddressed feelings towards the potion master. He had been unable to see him since the party. Azar was an extremely busy man and Trael was starting to formulate his plot to wrest control of Subterrel's mining. Trael was on Umbara he wore some simple robes, he had been busy since the party helping teach various classes. Today surprisingly his schedule was actually clear.

He walked through the halls occasionally being stopped by acolyte's he'd had a part in training. A group of girls came running up to him, "Champion Trael! So there's some pictures and videos from that party a majority of the important Champions were at. Do you know who this Champion is?" One of the girls rotated her phone to show him an image from a Switter page. The image was of a tall man in a very tight fitting sweat suit. Obviously he knew it was him but he kept looking until he realized something. The Switter page was run by Azar's newest acolyte. "I'm not sure who that is. There were many Sith that I hadn't met at the party. Why do you want to know?" Already half expecting the answer. "Because it's rare for a man to pull off pink. Especially a Sith plus he looks like he has a killer bod." He rolled his eyes and shooed them away.

Though he was already of thinking of heading that way. This provided an actual reason to go and see Azar. He made his way through the halls slowing down at the dueling area. He stopped to watch some of the acolytes training in saber dueling. It was always his safe zone, a way to figure out his thoughts while honing his skills. For now though he was saberless something he needed to adapt to. He finally walked away trying to remember if Azar had a class currently.

As he turned the corner to the hall his class was in the door swung open. About a dozen acolytes running out gagging and rushing for the bathroom. He watched an waited till the rest filed out of the room. The Bakery as the students call it, Trael never gave it much thought before but now he couldn't help smirking at it. He had probably seen more of the man's differing personality than most here. He walked into the class a large Zabrak was inside talking to Azar but Trael simply leaned against the doorframe allowing the two to conversate.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

“So.. I heard you went…out dancing? That can’t be right?”

No response.

“I mean, it’s cool and all, but like you know.. I was wondering if you’d ever wanna you know..with me.. And go to…”

“-Champion Dalon, please complete an essay on the benefits of nerfscourge.”

“But..I’m a Champion and..I’m not in your class..”

“You come here more often than my students and It’d bring me great pleasure if you did so, Dalon,” Azar could be heard saying sweetly. He had a lot of research to do, so he had no qualms with pawning the job off on his students or admirers.

“Oh really?! Okay!” Dalon said cheerfully as he left the room. On his way he eyed Trael with an intense look before shuffling off.

Azar was sorting through his papers to grade. He surprised a few of his students with food poisoning when they showed up late, which explained the acolytes running out in a flurry. The potion master was adorned in dark robes, with thick belts and chains. He liked to switch up the fashion and was feeling particularly more gothic today. However, they were still robes and not the slutty attire he wore on Nar Shaddaa.

He glanced up when he spotted Trael, surprised to find him here. Azar stacked the papers and put them away, “You just missed the lesson,” He said, flashing a smirk at the other man. There was no club, no drinking now, no excuse. So what was Trael doing here?

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael listened to the conversation between Dalon and Azar. He was leaning on the doorframe still while the Zabrak seemed to be interrogating Azar. He slightly remembered Dalon from classes he helped with early in the academy’s career. He was below average on anything intellectually inclined. Yet in the areas of combat he was actually relatively skilled.

As the Zabrak left he tried to intimidate Trael with a stare. Because his focus was diverted he ‘tripped’ on the door jam. While the Champion would be none the wiser it would be obvious to Adar what tripped him. Trael pushed himself off of the doorway as he made his way in to the classroom to the sounds of Dalon falling and groaning.

He made his way in taking in the room and how it’s changed since he had last been here. “Did I? That’s a shame I should’ve ignored the acolytes then and came straight here.” His gaze looked over Azar’s robes as he seemed to contemplate something. “Though I like the uniqueness of your robes I do prefer seeing you dress more comfortably.”

He went around examining the various plants in the room. From his brief studies of Sith alchemy he could at least tell they all held some form of alchemical benefit. This was only an attempt to not have to face the man directly. His heart was already racing and he couldn’t quite hide the heat on his face. He still wasn’t sure exactly what transpired that evening but he knew it revolved around Azar. He had to be the root of all these problems and his new found attraction to men.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar only smirked when he watched Trael trip Dalon. The Zabrak was perplexed and confused, enraged as he stomped off. The Pureblood used the Force to lazily float books into their designated shelves. He turned to Trael when the man strode into the room, not missing the way his gaze panned over Azar’s choice of attire. His comment drew out a chuckle as he reached over and lightly ran his finger down the bridge of Trael’s nose just as he had done at the party, “Looks almost as good as new,” He observed.

Azar was a sucker for compliments, so the commentary on his attire drew out a smile. He didn’t miss the way the man grew immediately flustered, wandering around as if he was fascinated by all the planets and materials Azar had in his classroom. The Pureblood had to suppress the urge to grin, “You made quite the statement yourself. My students have been talking nonstop about a mystery Sith in hot pink pants,” Azar gave a breezy laugh, finishing up what he needed in the classroom.

As he was about to leave, he glanced over towards Trael, leaning against the doorway just as he had been and crossing his arms over his chest, “Did you come all this way to tell me I should dress comfortably?” He challenged with a quirked brow. If Trael thought Azar would take control of the scenario like he had back at the party, he was mistaken. No, Trael was put on the spot now and had to navigate this without liquid courage and the haze of a club to help him. Azar’s yellow gaze remained fixed on him, half expecting him to blurt out some crude hookup suggestion like Cyutadakyr had at the party.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Azar's use of the force for simple tasks didn't escape Trael. The two men were polar opposites in that regard. Trael only really used the force as a way to enhance his fighting or to throw an opponent off balance. Azar lightly traced his nose just like one of the hazy memories. He mentioned it looking good as new. He couldn't help himself as he mumbled, "So that one actually happened." Coughing as if clearing his throat this time he spoke clearly. "All thanks to you, if I remember correctly." He gave him a slight bow.

He was actually reading the titles of some of the books when he heard Azar quip about the rumored Juicy Sith. "Ah that yes, some of my own students inquired about it. Did you know your new acolyte was the one who posted all of it?" He would finally turn to Azar once again most of the redness gone. He couldn't help to admire the man. He was renowned in the order as someone who was able to face every adversity thrown at him.

Azar was standing at the door, he had put him on the spot. He got red again but maintained his gaze at the man. "What is that so hard to believe?" He would walk towards the door stopping at the closest desk to it. "Though it wasn't my intention to draw you into this. I do have something I was going to do that may interest you. Also it doesn't have to do with alchemy so you'll have a break. I've heard that an individual is selling a Sith holocron and some kyber crystals to crimson dawn on Nal Hutta. I was going to go alone but I would enjoy it if you came with me." He tried to hide his excitement but it was obvious he hoped Azar would come.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar quirked a brow as Trael expressed his memory being foggy. Did he forget some crucial details from that night? Fortunately, Trael hadn’t made a complete fool of himself like some others at the party. A little bit of fighting was not as bad as shitting and vomiting all over yourself. Azar didn’t move, quietly observing as Trael stepped a bit closer and tried to be casual about his intentions. The Pureblood eyed him with amusement, though the bit about Crimson Dawn and Nal Hutta did catch his attention.

“You have connections in Hutt space?” He asked curiously, suddenly more interested. Hutts would become critical to one aspect of his ploy with his addictive serum that was intended to compete with bacta. He needed a solid black market distribution process set up in Hutt Space if he wanted to triple the Sith’s profits.

For now, he focused on how Trael’s face started to turn red. Azar remained casually leaning against the wall. Without moving a muscle, he made the desk behind Trael scoot just a bit, enough to startle the man and likely make him tumble closer towards Azar. The pureblood gave a breezy laugh, turning and slinking out of the room, “Sure, I’ll meet you at your ship,” He called out without looking back.

Azar sauntered over towards the ramp of Trael’s ship, having changed out of his robes and into form-fitting civilian attire that would allow him to blend in easily in the Nal Hutta scenes. Azar flashed Trael a wink, "More comfortable," He said nonchalantly. His attire was accessorized by a chrono, styled hair and perfumed oils. He also had an absurdly large amount of luggage that he had floating behind him courtesy of the Force.

“So what kind of holocron?” He asked, actually looking forward to a trip to Nal Hutta. Azar started grabbed his comically large luggage and started to haul them up the ramp.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Azar's quick questioning on his connections drew a curious look from Trael. "I don't have any direct connections to the Hutts no. I buy slaves in Hutt space for my mining company. It's given me some ears to the ground there. Why do you ask?" He shifted on the desk when suddenly it lurched making him move towards Azar. The man laughed and left calling out about meeting at his ship causing Trael to pout slightly as he made his way to the hangar.

As Azar made his way towards the ship he would notice Trael coming down the ramp he wearing a tank top and some gym shorts. He was sweaty as if he had just finished a workout. He looked over the outfit Azar was wearing, "I think it looks great." His gaze would then dart behind Azar at his mass of luggage. He would then turn an incredulous look to him, "Did you pack your entire wardrobe?" He seemed to be mentally counting the individual pieces of luggage.

As Azar begin to actually carry in the luggage Trael would stack a handful of the cases on top of each other and carry them in. "All I know is that it is red and shaped like a pyramid. That's all I was given on it. Though if Crimson Dawn is willing to deal in Hutt territory for it there must be something important to it." He would continue helping Azar with the rest doing the brunt of the lifting.

The ship had some modifications to it from the previous owners. At the entrance was a gun rack that had a variety of blasters on it. The common area had a weight set laying out and some other small workout stuff. There were three bedrooms and the captains quarters.

After Trael set down the last of the luggage he made his way to the cockpit and began punching in the coordinates as the ship took off and made its way out of the atmosphere. He put the autopilot on once he was in space and returned to Azar. "You going to want help unpacking or just want to throw it in a room till we jump to hyperspace first?"

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

“I want to make some contacts that will lead me to an audience with this..Nor’baal the Hutt,” Azar said. He knew it was an exceptionally tall order, but he knew he had something to offer than no one else could. It was just a matter of managing to appear before him.

Azar gave Trael a scandalized look when accused of bringing his entire wardrobe, “A prince never wears the same outfit twice,” He said simply, moments before he started dragging his luggage. To his pleasant surprise, Trael stepped in to do most of the lifting. Azar smiled at the rather thoughtful gesture, carrying the lighter items even though he was more than capable. When Trael described the holocron, Azar actually started laughing, covering his mouth, “That’s what almost all Sith holocrons look like,” He said with a grin.

Trael would notice that Azar avoided being anywhere near the cockpit as the ship began to take off. His usual anxiety of flying kicked into gear and he furiously clutched his armrest. At least this time he sat in a chair instead of trying to cling to the ship floor. Azar’s heart thundered against his chest, and he looked pale as the ship began to take off.

By the time Trael arrived, he would find Azar with his eyes tightly squeezed shut and his knuckles pain from tightly clutching the armrests. He blinked his eyes open, looking around, “Are we up yet? Phew..” He exhaled, mentioning nothing about his terror of flying. When Trael asked his question, Azar threw on a smile, “Well aren’t you the real gentleman,” He quirked a brow, “Are you normally this sweet with men?” He asked with a teasing grin.

He rose up from his seat, deciding to toss his luggage into one of the three bedrooms. Azar turned to regard Trael for a moment, finally taking note of the tank top, the sweaty sheen over his muscled torso and slightly tousled hair. He gave a pretty smile, appearing as if he was going to say something seductive, “You look almost as good as you smell terrible,” Azar gave a playful wink, nudging Trael’s shoulder with his own as he walked past the other man to grab more of his bags and take them into the bedroom.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael’s eyes narrowed when Azar stated his intention on making connections to get an audience with Nor’baal the Hutt. “A meeting with any Hutt is a dangerous affair. They are more conniving and ruthless than most Sith. I would say to start with the lesser Hutts, that would put you on his radar to a degree.”

He would cock a brow at Adar’s comment of princes and their dressing habits. “And here I thought you were going for being king. I could’ve just bought you clothes once we were there.” Trael was one who always packed relatively light for his trips. At most an outfit or two preferring to acquire stuff while on world. He gave the pure blood an annoyed pouty look at the quip about the holocron. “I know that I’m not Dalon. You were asking about what I knew of it and I answered.”

Trael had walked back into the common area to an interesting sight. He saw Azar tightly gripping the arm rest and holding his eyes shut. He then asked if the ship was up yet this drew a smirk from him. “What do you mean all I did was turn everything on. We haven’t even taken off yet.” He offered to help Azar drawing out a compliment and a question from him. “Not always. Only for those I want to make life easier for.”


Azar had selected a room and moved some of his luggage into it. When he came back out he commented on his look and smell. He looked down and realized he was still sweaty from working out. Acting unconsciously he took off the shirt and started wiping himself off. “My bad I’ll jump in the refresher when jump to hyperspace.”

He helped Azar with the rest of the luggage. Once they were finished something dawned on him. He was in Azar’s room alone with him and shirtless. His face turned bright red, “I uhhh got to umm make the jump to hyperspace. Soo I’m uh going to do that. You might want to get prepared.” He made his way back to the cockpit. He took a seat and let out a deep breath as he finalized all the calculations to jump to Nal Hutta. “Alright I’m making the jump strap up!” He yelled back into the ship waiting a few seconds before punching it in.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

“And I am more conniving and dangerous than most in general,” Azar said, his voice laced with a velvety finish. Nevertheless, he could agree to the idea of meeting with lesser Hutts…unless he had something that could escalate him right to the top. He knew Hutts liked gifts, which meant he would have to run an errand for something worthy of someone like Nor’baal.

Azar stared at Trael when he offered to buy him clothes. Did Trael realize what he just said? There was a sudden glint in Azar’s eye, “Careful what you offer,” He said with a sultry smile, “My wardrobe would bankrupt you,” He said breezily. Clothes were perhaps his biggest vice. It was that snobby trait from his royal upbringing that he didn’t shake off, nor did he intend to.

When Trael stood in the room shirtless and sweaty, Azar calmly stared at him. The man was almost turning red enough to start looking like a member of his race and the thought drew out a chuckle, “Mm yes, you go do that,” Azar said dismissively as he bent over to scoot one of the luggages under the bed with his ass facing towards Trael.

Fortunately Azar was alone while the hyperspace jump happened and no one could see him panic. He managed to slide under the bed to grapple with the terrors of a hyperspace jump. He couldn’t see the spiraling vortex of death from here, but the thought still made him queasy. He remained there until the ship felt stable again.

The journey was pleasant and largely uneventful on account of Azar becoming entirely focused on how he wanted to approach Hutts. He also spent the time sorting out his plethora of poisons and weapons that he wanted to bring on the trip. He refused to wear baggy clothing that could allow room for more weapons, so he would settle for darts and the Force as his main arsenal. Besides, what use was being in the company of a giant, scary man if he couldn’t barrel through people as needed?

They landed on Nal Hutta and Azar emerged dressed in a new, flashy outfit. The other outfit was for ‘traveling’ and this one was for walking through Nal Hutta. His wrists had an assortment of bracelets and the pants were nice and tight, the crop top showing off his athletic build and hip bones. He almost hoped someone would try to mug him, thrilled at the prospect of snapping necks however he pleased in a lawless world.

Azar strolled down the ramp and almost gagged, “Why does it smell so bad?” He asked with a grimace, horrified at how dirty everything was. He moodily ran his hand through his hair, feeling the humidity destroy it already.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael smirked at his comment about how he was even more so dangerous than the Hutts. He watched as Azar's expression slightly changed at the mention of buying clothes. His comment drew a chuckle from Trael, "Perhaps, but once my plans come to fruition I doubt even you could do so." His plan on solidifying control over his mining company and that of Subterrel itself beginning to fully come together as he gathers the pieces.

The redness Trael had gained on his self enlightenment of his situation as Azar turned around and bent over in front of Trael. Suddenly he felt like he was going to faint but just barely kept control. Unlike his counterpart who unknown to Trael was hiding from the swirling lights.

For Trael the trip was tranquil he left Azar to his own while he worked out and meditated. Trying to calm his mind and delve into the dark side. He needed to be focused for this mission which due to his company would be a most difficult trial. By the time they arrived he would be fully calm for the time being.

To Azar's surprise he would be slightly ahead of Trael in being ready. While Azar dressed flashy and elegant Trael on the otherhand looked prepared. He had grabbed one of the blaster rifles and a vibroblade from his weapon racks.

As he walked out behind Azar he heard his quip about the smell. He floated over a rebreathing mask, "Normally these are for toxic environments but it should help with the smell." Trael would never dare to admit to Azar that this was actually decent smelling for the planet.

As Azar fixed his hair Trael pulled up a holomap of the city. He pointed to an area of the map, "This is the 'market' area. You can get close to anything you want here, but you are also likely to get robbed. The deal is supposedly happening here somewhere."

He looked up at Azar and tried to figure out how to word his plan carefully. "With how exquisitely your dressed you would be a prime mugging target. So if you can draw out one of them and subdue him alive and able to function it would help. Having a street rat on the look out will be extremely useful." With that he closed the map and motioned for Azar to follow him to the city.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

“Oh? What plans are those?” Azar asked curiously. He couldn’t imagine what grand plans Trael had that could ever keep up with financing a wardrobe for Azar. The Pureblood was over the top about his outfits and an embarrassingly large amount of his earnings went towards clothes, shoes and jewelry. Azar put on the rebreather, his yellow eyes glaring at Trael when he told him the ‘plan’.

“You want me to do all the work and you’ll be doing…what, exactly?” He huffed. Azar worked best operating in the shadows and Trael wanted him to pay bait. Regardless, he casually ignored the idea and started strolling through the streets. Trael would soon realize that Azar operated on his own schedule. He stopped by random stalls to inspect jewelry, food, or other items. The man was an expert at delaying and getting distracted. Trael would be forced to lumber along behind him looking menacing.

Eventually Azar spotted a group of teens picking on a scrawny twi’lek boy. They yanked on his lekku and left him on the ground before running away laughing with his money. Azar sauntered over to the twi’lek, the teen wincing.

“How would you like to give something to those boys to make them completely miserable for weeks?” Azar reached into his pocket and drew out a small vial, “All you have to do is play lookout and maybe steal something if you’re good enough.”

The twi’lek looked from Azar to Trael and then back to Azar, “You’re bluffing you weirdos.”

Azar decided to use the Force to lift the vial into the air. To add to the show, and -mostly for his entertainment- he took advantage of the rebreather mask to start doing a very trademark breathing from some history movies he saw. Azar began to reach his hand up, wiggling his fingers to make it look like he was going to choke with the Force.

“Holy shit okay!” The terrified twi’lek jumped to his feet, “You’re the real deal holy shit!” He suddenly looked at them with wide eyes, “What do I do?”

“We are in search of someone selling an object.. It is..” Azar cast Trael a glare for his pathetic description earlier, “..red..and shaped like a pyramid. When you go near it, you may start feeling a little sick. Notify us when you see it.”

The twi’lek kid saluted and practically skipped off to help.

“See?” Azar said breezily, “Now we just wait,” He said as he wandered back over to shop. He spotted what looked like a place selling ‘ice cream’. He had never tried it and was always curious. As he started walking in that direction, someone accidentally bumped into him, apologized, and kept walking. Azar was far too much of a Prince to catch the mugging, but perhaps Trael wouldn’t be as oblivious.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael pondered how much of his plan to tell Azar. They were Sith it wasn’t uncommon for them to undermine each other. “I want to bend a sector of space to my will.” He said flatly, he knew it was ambitious but being around Azar had stoked some fire he wasn’t exactly sure he had. “I’ll be your guardian Sith. It’s not like anyone would try to rob me in my current get up.” He knew before he even began explaining the plan Azar wouldn’t like it but he needed to suck it up for now.

Trael quickly realized Azar was both great and horrible as bait. He stopped at almost every stall and looked at everything. What made it worse is even though Trael tried to stay at a distance he would occasionally get called over by Azar to explain certain slang phrases and words they used.

Azar eventually lead them to a Twi’lek child that was on the ground. Trael watched as Azar talked to the child, being the ever looming threat. A smirk forming under his helmet as he used the rebreather to intimidate the child into action.

Azar was proud of himself it seemed, feeling as if it would all work itself out. Azar began to make his way to another booth when someone bumped into him. Trael noticed the individual take something from Azars pocket. Before he could finish apologizing Trael had already grabbed the man and began dragging him down an alley. He called back to Azar, “We’re going to have a chat with our new friend.”


Once Trael got into the alley he slammed the scrawny thief into a wall. Causing the hood he wore to come down revealing he was a Zeltron. A clear crystal also fell out of his clothes but Trael didn’t notice it at all. While Azar would feel his rage the Zeltron would see it through the firey gaze coming through the helmet.

His rage wasn’t because he stole from Azar, though it didn’t help, it was due to his recent encounters with pick pockets and the poor Zeltron was going to be his outlet. His hands began cackling with electricity. “I’ll only ask you once. Why did you decide to steal from him.”

The man turned pink as the color drained from his face. “W-w-w-well he looks rich. Only rich people wear such odd clothes.” He was profusely sweating now and his gaze darted to Azar. “D-d-don’t let him kill me please. I’ll tell you where you can find kyber crystals.”

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar’s brow rose as Trael admitted to wanting to take control of a sector. The Pureblood said nothing in response, knowing that many Sith had lofty ambitions. Few actually followed through. Nevertheless, he had a feeling Trael wasn’t entirely hopeless. The man’s next comment drew out a breezy laugh, “My guardian Sith, eh? That’s cute,” He purred, tracing a finger along Trael’s armored bicep. He decided he liked this scary mercenary look. Azar removed the rebreather, deciding it was a crime to keep his beautiful face hidden.

He barely registered what happened when Trael abruptly yanked the man that bumped into him in an alley. Curious, the Pureblood followed along, his eyes beginning to narrow as he realized what transpired. It wasn’t until the zeltron spoke that rage spiraled within Azar, coursing through his veins like lava.

“What did you say about my clothes?” Azar growled, his tone laced with venom. At the same time, the Zeltron’s face began to turn different colors. He tried desperately to try and use the pheromone calming effect on Trael, but he quickly lost focus.

“Pl-Please..”

The Zeltron’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his mouth opened into a silent scream. It was obvious his mind was under attack. Azar didn’t relent, watching as blood began to pour down the Zeltron’s nose, out his ears and eyes. His mind and brain began to melt from the horrific assault. Azar’s eyes gleamed the entire time as he worked. At the end of it, the Zeltron slumped over dead, held up only until Trael released him.

Azar huffed and reached down to collect the vials the thief had stolen. He casually set a few strands of his hair back into place as if he didn’t just brutally make someone’s brain melt, “Thank you,” He said to Trael with a cheery smile, “I know where to go.”

The Pureblood strutted over towards a makeshift fighting pit. There were gruff men and women lining up to duke it out against opponents to advance to the next round. The host of the event was a lesser hutt named Gulba. Apparently the prize for winning the fighting was the crystals.

Azar rubbed his chin in thought, glancing over at Trael, “Think you have what it takes?” He asked with a smirk. He had seen Trael get into fisticuffs at the bar, so he wondered if he’d be willing to fight to get a prize and get on a Hutt's good side.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

It was lucky for Trael that he was wearing a helmet because at Azar's mention of him being cute his entire face went red. If the comment wasn't bad enough he took another shot from Azar tracing along his arm. He could swear there was steam coming off him from how hot he was. But if he thought that was all Azar took off the rebreather, now he couldn't avoid looking at his face. Trael was now in both heaven and hell, yet he wasn't upset over it.

Trael was prepared to take the Zeltron on a course through electro shock therapy when suddenly his eyes rolled back. He watched as blood slowly began pouring out of every hole it could. Trael knew what was happening yet he wasn't overly familiar with the force power himself. The Zeltron slumped in his grip causing Trael to drop him and leave him in a heap in the alley.

Azar 'fixed' himself after his display of power. In Trael's opinion he didn't need it but he was already realizing how much Azar cared for his appearance. He was slightly thrown off guard when Azar thanked him. "All I did was watch your back. I'd be a shitty guard if I failed to catch a thief." Shrugging as he finished trying not to reveal that it made him happy to hear it.

"Lead the way my lord." Giving Azar a bow as he followed him to a makeshift arena. He looked around at the crowd most seemed to be brawlers or mercenaries. Trael was reading the rules board as Azar spoke to him. It stated, no armor, weapons only gotten in arena and winner of tourney gets kyber crystals. He took his helmet off shaking his hair as he did, "I'm confident I could. Will you watch after my armor and weapons?" He began taking off the armor only having a pair of joggers on and no shirt, he would also set the weapons with it.

He signed up for the tourney and was quickly ushered into his first match. He was matched against a Trandoshian hunter or that's what the announcer stated. As he stood behind the gate to enter he quickly realized all the weapons were melee based. A smirk formed on his face. Good my specialty, wonder if I should use the force? No it's too risky.

As the gate opened he rushed to the closest weapon, a vibroknife, quickly grabbing it and continuing to charge his foe. As the Trandoshian reached her weapon of choice, a metal mallet, she tried to leverage her reach advantage by trying to keep her distance. As Trael charged her she tried to swing it and anticipate his attack. Using the fact the ground was soggy he slid just under her attack throwing his dagger up and hitting her under the chin killing her quickly. He had won his first round relatively easy but he didn't celebrate as he knew the later rounds would be more difficult.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar watched as Trael took off his armor, his yellow gaze shamelessly assessing him instead of looking away. Azar was not shy, and he would remind Trael of that at any given opportunity, “Maybe I’ll even cheer for you,” He said with a flirty smile, watching him step out into the arena. He was reminded of when he was 19 and freshly out into the galaxy. Azar had been tossed into an arena and that was when he first met Zorya. That was when he was considered nothing more than a ‘barbarian’ and when he had rejected his royal line after exile.

He embraced it all now. He was exactly what he was destined to be.

As he sat down to watch the fight, there was a rush. This was nowhere near the giant fighting arenas that hosted the Boonta Eve events, but it inspired passion all the same. The roar of the crowd, the thrill of battle, the threat of death- it all made his heart thump. He made a mental note to bring all this to life in Korriban again.

Azar was at the edge of his seat, watching Trael fight the Trandoshan. The crowd was hooked on every move and so was Azar. When Trael did his finishing blow, Azar loudly clapped and cheered, placing his fingers between his lips to give a shrill whistle.

The next fighter was an angry Gamorrean that thundered out to stand across Trael. The opponent gave an angry snort before grabbing an ax as the weapon of choice.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had quickly dispatched of the first opponent. Even though he was happy it removed the fun of a good fight. The Trandoshians blood pooled at his feet as he looked around the cheering crowd spotting Azar cheering slightly more vigorously than the rest.

He heard a pig squealing to his side turning to notice the Gamorrean. It quickly shuffled to an axe and immediately charged him. To his surprise it was actually pretty quick. It squealed loudly as it swung the axe at Trael who back stepped narrowly avoiding it. The Gamorrean was slow but he was skilled with his weapon of choice the axe. He used the momentum to switch into a heavy overhead attack. Trael sidestepped it as the axe head dig deep into the mud and sent a force enhanced kick into the Gamorrean’s head making it lose the grip on the axe and tumble to the ground. Trael picked up the axe and embedded it into the Gamorrean its blood splattering all over Trael.

The crowd was going wild over the ‘untouchable’ man. Trael happened to get swept up in the moment posing for the crowd screaming out, “Is there not one worthy of a fight here.”

He would then look around the arena for a weapon to use settling on a pair of vibroblades. He twirled them around in his hand. To most of the crowd it looked like he was showing off, but he was trying to get acclimated to the weight and balance of them. He wanted to use something he was comfortable with next round.

His next opponent was a Kaleesh warrior. She went for a spear as her chosen weapon. The two warriors slowly and methodically began moving towards each other. The Kaleesh attacked first, her strike was quick and precise. It was aimed at his right shoulder Trael was able to barely deflect it, he prevented any serious damage he still got cut. This continued for a bit, but it was becoming obvious she favored attacking his right side.

Eventually out of desperation and lack of options he threw the sword in his right hand away. Getting in his fighting stance he waited for her attack. It came like a viper striking aimed just below his ribs. He pivoted avoiding a fatal blow but still taking the worse one so far, his free hand grabbed the shaft pulling his opponent to him. His left hand still grasping a sword crossed his body and sliced out towards the encroaching opponent.

Trael fell to his knees followed closely by the headless corpse of his opponent. He was the victor, he had numerous small cuts and a few more serious one but he came out on top. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers, even the Hutt that hosted it clapped for him and eyed him curiously.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

The rush of battle, the coppery scent of blood, the roar of the crowd, the thundering feet that stomped to a rhythm. All of it made Azar feel alive. He was invigorated, thrilled as if he were a King of old watching the bloody Massassi battle games. Azar whistled and cheered, clapping excitedly as the fight went on. Trael looked exquisite in his tall and muscled form, his torso stained with the blood of his enemy.

At some point, Azar was proudly waving around Trael’s helmet to cheer for him. Someone beside him tried to take it as a memento and Azar promptly clocked him over the head with it. Unconcerned by the body now lying on the floor of the bleacher, Azar stepped onto the figure’s back to cheer some more, grateful for the newly elevated height.

After the final battle was done, Gulba the Hutt could be seen looming above from a box overseeing the battles, <What a glorious display!”>He said in a language Azar didn’t understand, <A human outclassing some of our best warriors! You have earned this honor! Come here and take your prize!>

Azar cheered with the rest. He was genuinely pleased with the display, impressed with Trael and his tenacity. He had to chuckle as Trael had several scantily clad women suddenly crowd him as he made his way to the Hutt. Azar could have joined to meet with the Hutt for his selfish gains, but he purposely stayed behind for now. This was Trael’s moment of victory and he would take it for himself.

After Trael retrieved the crystals or cut any deals he wished with the Hutt, he’d find Azar waiting near the entrance of the fighting pit with his armor.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was in the middle of sizing up the spear woman when he noticed Azar knock someone out with his helmet. He then noticed him gain some height, wait did he just use them as a step stool? His focus being drawn caused him to take a nasty gash before returning to the fight.

As he made his way to the box a group of women, so close to being nude you didn’t need to imagine, rushed him asking him to marry them and various other things. He waved them off despite the wish to indulge in some of the suggestions as he was here on business. When he got to the door leading to the stairs he was met by two Trandosians who escorted him up.

As he entered he saw the Hutt, six Gamorreans, a Twi’lek woman and two human males that were chained up and only in a loin cloth. The Twi’lek woman spoke up in common, “Who have won a great victory for a human. You’ve impressed the great Gulba and so she offers you a place amongst her champions.” Trael looked at her puzzled, for a human what’s that supposed to mean?

Trael tried to carefully pick his words. “While I’m immensely honored to receive this offer I already have an obligation. I’m a Jedi knight and was sent here due to information of a Sith artifact being sold. I would be in your debt if you were to aid me in my endeavor.” The Hutt chortled and began speaking angrily in Huttese all Trael could decipher from his limited understanding was that she was upset that he didn’t mention being a Jedi before fighting.

Suddenly all the guard lowered their weapons on him. The Twi’lek woman began speaking, “I would recommend surrendering. The great Gulba has decided you would make the perfect champion and will not take no for an answer.” Trael began looking around the room. He noticed the wall behind the Hutt was made of wood a devious smirk formed.

Outside Azar would be simply waiting for Trael when he would hear a loud crash and some screaming. He would see a Hutt and a bunch of wood fall on the floor in front of him. Trael would land shortly after with a bunch of guard behind him shouting from a hole in the wall. He picked up Azar and began running back into the market area. “We need to get away from this arena now!”

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Trael was taking forever and Azar was getting impatient. His cheery energy was soon replaced with a glare. He huffed and dramatically threw the armor down on the ground, preparing to storm over and give the human a piece of his mind. Before he could take a step, the entire upper wooden platform cracked and collapsed. Azar just barely managed to spring back as a massive Hutt fell on the ground. The collapse squished at least one poor guest and the Hutt was flailing and wiggling around with its big tail.

Azar marveled at the sight - never having seen a Hutt this close up before. They were disgusting and, for some reason, slimy. The Pureblood had to assume Trael got himself killed and gave a disappointed sigh. That was when the man burst out of the debris like some sort of action Holomovie hero. Azar opened his mouth to say something, but he was unceremoniously scooped up and tossed over Trael’s shoulder.

“Unhand me!” He practically screeched, hugely offended at being scooped up as if he were a sack of potatoes. Azar glared, “I deserve to at least be carried bridal style,” He complained with a moody huff. He was getting sweat and blood on his clothing! However, his position did allow him to glance up and spot the soldiers starting to give chase. Azar extended an arm and used the Force to give the flailing Hutt a gentle push. Soon enough, the Hutt started rolling and taking out his own mercenaries that started to run. Like a bowling ball through pins, Azar made him truck right through waves of people, laughing maniacally as he did so.

Once Trael found a suitable place to duck away and finally set him down, Azar scowled at him. He hastily wiped off his clothing, mortified at how disheveled his hair was.

“What did you do up there?” Azar asked Trael, “You at least got the crystals, right?” Their chances of getting the holocron were all but nil for right now. With any luck they could wait for the commotion to die down and maybe snatch it from the Crimson Dawn contact later.

@Javier esschoolbus