Ask An Odd Awakening

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael landed from the upper level just in front of Azar. He didn't have time for words or being picky quickly throwing Azar over his shoulders and taking off running. The Purebloods complaints fell on death ears as Trael was exuding the force to prevent running down a dead end or somewhere he couldn't escape.

After running for a few minutes he found a secluded alley with plenty of escape routes. He was bent over trying to catch his breath when the protesting began. "I tried to appeal to a Hutt and failed. Well more accurately made them want to keep me more than they originally wanted. Good news at least he believes it was a Jedi who betrayed him." Azar's second question made him go searching his pockets pulling out four clear crystals. They hummed with the force an obvious sign that they were in fact Kyber. "You can have two of them. There must be some way they can help with your alchemy or be used in a potion of some kind."

"Wait, where's my armor and weapons?" He had just realized that they weren't with Azar. Did he somehow get pickpocketed a set of armor and weapons? He knew the man was in his own world but there's no way it's that bad. He realized his blood and sweat covered Azar's clothes and that he was probably lacking his own. "We need to get some more clothes it seems. Do you know your measurements or are you coming with me to shop? I'll pay."

Whether Azar came or not he made his way to a clothing store it was a rather high end one compared to the others on the way. Trael opted for something incognito knowing his description would be out by now. He paid for any clothes purchased and began strolling the streets waiting for the Twi'lek to hopefully arrive soon. If Azar came he would turn to the man. "Are you hungry? It'll be my treat."

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar stared incredulously as Trael said he appealed to a Hutt and failed. Wasn’t he the one to warn Azar about hutts in the first place?? The Pureblood stared at the crystals pensively, wondering if he truly needed them. When he first arrived in the wider galaxy, he thought of crafty ways of turning them into massive explosives, but had abandoned that research. Perhaps he could pick that up again with these crystals.

When Trael asked about the armor, Azar cleared his throat and pretended not to hear the question at first. However, when he moved on to speak about Azar’s attire, the concern caught him off guard. Azar shifted from one foot to the other, “I.. dropped your stuff,” He admitted awkwardly, “But I can probably get it back…if the Hutt didn’t roll over it..” Azar smiled sheepishly, actually embarrassed.

He scoffed at the question about measurements, “Of course I know them. And why wouldn’t I come along for shopping?” Azar asked as if the alternative was an absurd thought. He walked into the store and spent an absurdly long time trying on various things. It would become abundantly clear that Azar and shopping was a dangerous combination. He completely forgot they were supposed to go incognito and spent an age trying on new clothes before finally settling on a cute combo. It wasn’t as revealing or adorable as his other fit, but it would do.

Azar got himself some new earrings to match the outfit, and some new boots. Since Trael offered to pay, he had no qualms with putting it on his tab. As they were ready to leave, Trael asked if he wanted to eat. Azar eyed him curiously for a moment, crossing his arms and tilting his head. He almost asked if Trael was asking him on a date, but he wouldn’t spell things out for the man. The human had to figure this out for himself. Azar kept his nonchalance going.

“I’m starving,” He answered truthfully, “Please tell me there’s decent food here.”

In the streets, to their surprise, there were cheers of the ‘Slugbreaker’. Kids were excitedly running through the alleys cheering about the infamous Slugbreaker that made the Hutt take a tumble. Apparently there was a benefit to Trael’s colossal fuckup, as everyone that had been intimidated by the Hutt now saw Trael as a hero.

Azar chuckled to himself, “So where are we going, Slugbreaker?” He asked teasingly.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was already trying to figure out how to complete the objective after his blunder when Azar finally answered his question. He turned his head to Azar prepared to say something until he noticed the mans sheepish expression. He let out a sigh, "It's fine, I can always get more."

Trael had already paid for his clothes and was waiting as Azar continuously tried on different outfits. He was beginning to drift off when the lady at the counter called out for him to pay for Azar's clothes. As he looked through the recipt he realized the shirt Azar chose was the price of his entire outfit. Well he definitely wasn't bluffing on his expensive tastes.

Trael chuckled at the query, "Depends on your Idea of decent. I think I know of a place that should be good enough."

The streets were filled with celebration. There was cheers of a 'Slugbreaker' an individual who proved the Hutt wasn't untouchable. Trael took in the sight amazed that something he viewed as a disappointment lead to such praise. There was a sparkle in his eye he had never earned praise like this as a Sith. He began wondering if he could turn this into a way to gain some advantage in Hutt space.

He looked to Azar at his question even behind the mask the mans excitement and pride was beaming. "There's a dinner not far from here that has good food." He lead Azar through the crowd taking in the sights of how his actions could have such a positive reaction. They reached the diner in a few minutes. They were seated in a booth by the server droid. "Here's our menu, the specials are on the back. I'll let y'all look and come back shortly to get your drinks."

Trael looked over the menu briefly before looking up at Azar. The options were the same as most diners so he had an idea of his food choice. He took in the Pureblood before him, this would offer a chance to learn more about him. "Who taught you to dress so well? It's hardly standard Sith curriculum."

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar wasn’t sure what a ‘diner’ was, but he followed Trael nonetheless. The Slugbreaker cheering was amusing, and he didn’t miss how it made Trael light up. As someone that was always center stage and under the spotlight, Azar realized that Sith like Trael was used to always flying under the radar. In fact, Azar was unclear on whether he even knew his name properly.

The diner was lower than the standards Azar liked, but it was nicer than what he expected on a planet like this. Azar sat across from Trael, slowly reading the basic menu. Thankfully, this one had pictures so he could simply point. The Pureblood glanced up when Trael spoke, grinning. Back to fashion.

“Did you think I was being facetious when referring to myself as a prince?” He asked with a smirk, “I come from a royal line. I grew up with tailors and clothing made of the finest materials,” Azar's gaze wandered off for a moment, his thoughts far away. He quickly drew his mind back from the heavier thoughts of home, looking back at Trael with an amused grin, “I suppose I put on something, ask myself if I’d fuck me, and then go out wearing it if the answer is yes,” He said with a wink. Wasn’t that how everyone chose to dress themselves at the end of the day?

When the droid returned, Azar ordered himself a big order of fries and something called ‘porg tenders’.

“So, why did you just scoop me up while running from the Hutt?” Azar asked curiously. They both knew Azar was more than capable of handling himself if needed. Why would Trael slow himself down for such an act?

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Though Trael would normally play it safe with a burger there was a dish from his home served here. Azar explained his royal heritage and how he grew up dressing in finery. "Royalty, I guess it makes sense with how you carry yourself. My dressing habits don't come from such grandeur. My master taught me how to dress to match situations." He was looking over the drinks when Azar's explanation caused him to cough, "That's one way to look at it." He looked down at his own clothes before looking back up, "I'm not sure this outfit screams fuckable if you ask me."

On the droids return he asked for 'smoked Kaadu ribs' with a glass of blue milk. It was a dish his mom used to make regularly when he was younger.

Trael was caught off guard by the question. Why did he take Azar? It's not like he was known to be with Trael. "I went off of my instincts. They told me that I wanted you with me." A slight blush formed but he didn't go completely red from his revelation.

He seemed to examine Azar a bit. "I've never understood your people's internal culture. How is your lot in life decided by your birth?" As a human it was hard to wrap his head around that concept of other cultures. He could understand people being naturally good at something but being 'forced' into a role was odd. "Then again there's probably a lot of your culture I don't understand not being part of it."

The droid came back with the food and Trael took off his mask. Drawing some murmurs and people looking but no one outright approached. Looking at his dish he couldn't help but speak his mind. "This reminds me of my childhood." He pulled the bones out as they easily slid from the meat.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar gave a chuckle when Trael assessed his own attire, “Is that you asking for my opinion?” He asked teasingly. The Pureblood said nothing when Trael admitted why he simply grabbed Azar. He sipped from his drink, his yellow eyes gleaming and surveying the other man. He didn’t miss the blush, nor the fact that Trael wasn’t practically hyperventilating over topics like this like he did before.

As their food arrived, Azar caught the scent of whatever Trael ordered. Looking down at his bland porg nuggets, he realized he should have simply copied the other man's order. He nibbled on a fry as Trael asked about life on Korriban, “We are born into castes. You have the priests, warriors, engineers and the slaves. Your caste is often determined by your ancestry or geographic location,” He explained, “I was born Kissai - or in the priest class. I was destined to get into the advanced studies of the Force and alchemy,” Azar said as he tried one of the nuggets. It was okay, but improved with some sauce, “It sounds restricting…but can also simplify things. We don’t have to worry about figuring out what we want to do in life - our course is already charted and we are often equipped for it.”

Azar watched Trael get to work on the ribs, reminded of some of the barbecued methods back home. The tradition was more common among the desert tribes than the cities, but even Azar couldn’t deny the cuisine was tasty, “Where are you from and how is your lot in life decided?” Azar asked with a smirk. He couldn’t comprehend the human ways of living. So many times they had no sense of direction - just cast out into the galaxy to stumble from one mistake to another until they found something that worked.

“You know we’ve crossed paths directly or indirectly many times before, yes?” Azar asked with an amused smile, “Most recently being when I had to clean up your mess on Zygerria,” He admitted, unable to bite back the breezy laugh that followed. It was perhaps the overwhelming success Azar had pulled from the failure that ensured the Dark Lord didn’t snap Trael’s neck.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael nodded along with his explanation. He was listening intently genuinely curious of such a renowned yet elusive culture. People were born slaves based on geography potentially? After Azar's explanation he would speak, "You potentially could've been labeled something different if you born a few miles away? I can to a degree understand the ancestry but geography why is that a determining factor?" He took a bite of the fruit that came with the ribs. "Saying you were destined for something feels like it could cheapen the journey it took for you to find your calling. By equipped do you mean trained or naturally drawn to it."

As he began eating the ribs with a fork and knife due to how tender it was Azar asked about his own history. "I was born on Naboo. In my case it was by my own actions I became a Sith acolyte. Though as a child I wanted to be a member of the Naboo Royal Guard. I wasn't born into a family of guards though. My father worked as an advisor to the palace for commerce and my mother ran a restaurant." He took another bite of his ribs his face showing his pleasure at the taste. "Destiny may play a part in everyone's fate but I don't think it's clear cut like everybody says. I think destiny is the potential paths we are given but ultimately it is our choice on which path we walk." His face dropped a little bit as he wandered into his past actions, "No matter how much we may regret the decision to walk it."

Trael pondered over Azar's words, "I can think of a few times, yes." Azar mentioned Zygerria making the man internally crawl. It seemed to be what he was known for in the order at this point. "We must be a very interesting pair then. Azar the Potionmaster and Trael the planetary destabilizing Slugbreaker. Zygerria was a miscalculation on my part, I took an acolyte with a history towards slavers to a slave auction. Though in my defense I didn't know of said history at the time."

Trael took a long sip of his drink and a few bites of his fruit. "I hear you've also secured another planet. Some tribal squabble you turned to your advantage, very well played I must say. As it seems from today I may not be cut out for a diplomat." Hutt's were notorious for being rather volatile but it still didn't help his confidence in his ability in the field.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar had to chuckle at his criticism of being born into a destined path. It was common of Outsiders to struggle to grasp the concept, “All children of the Force are guided by destiny,” Azar said simply, “One way or another you find yourself to your calling just as you have as a Sith. Every other path will fail until you find yourself on your set path,” He mused, “I come from a long line of Kissai, and we are born more proficient with the Force. When I first came out into the greater galaxy, I attempted to reject my path..I tried the ways of the blade,” He gave an embarrassed laugh, “I was… less than mediocre,” Azar reflected on how uncoordinated he was with a blade, “I felt truly myself when I embraced alchemy once more.”

As Trael explained the Zygerria disaster, Azar finished up his meal, nursing his drink then, “That acolyte then went onto become a disastrous champion who acted against the Order,” He divulged bitterly, “She has cost us a sizable chunk of slaves and potentially led to some issues with the Hutts. With luck, her actions will see her demolished,” He said casually.

He smiled at Trael’s words, “I am not so great with direct combat, but I am accomplished at diplomacy. And I intend to turn this Slugbreaker title of yours to our benefit,” Azar finished his drink, “Thank you for this meal. You continue to treat me very well,” He gave a soft laugh, “If you treat everyone like this, you will be bankrupt rather quickly.”

At some point, Azar’s gaze flicked over to the side to spot a figure several tables over. Since he had infiltrated a Crimson Dawn station before, he recognized the face at once. He flagged the woman internally, glancing back at Trael.

‘We have our target,’ He spoke telepathically to Trael, ‘We need to track her out of here. I’m confident she will have the holocron.’

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael listened to Azar explaining his view point. The two seemed to have differing ideas on what destiny is. One believed it to be the guiding factor of life. The other thought it was more an outline that was shaped by the actions that was taken. Azar then mused on his failings as a warrior which drew a curious look from Trael. "Skill with the blade isn't something you can garner quickly. It comes from intense and repeated training until the weapon feels like it is part of your body, much like alchemy and the force."

Trael was finishing his ribs when Azar spoke about Param. "I don't personally know the specifics of her betrayal. I did hear however that Karys is the one who dealt with her. He's shaping up to be a fine Sith, if I'm not careful he'll become a master before me." He was smirking at his comment. It wasn't from a place of jealousy as Trael didn't care for all the titles and glory. He just wanted to do what he wanted when he wanted. He didn't need to be some high ranking Sith to do that.

He finished his fruit as Azar was musing about his talents. "If you want I can train you in direct combat. I was requested to cover someone's lightsaber training class in the academy for a few weeks. I plan on using a holocron I discovered in the library to teach the students a lightsaber form one of our own created." He would shrug at Azar's suggetion "Just don't make me the face of another rebellion I beg of you. One is enough for a lifetime." He was finishing his drink when Azar thanked him. "You deserve to be treated well. That would be true if I treated everyone like this." His face grew red as he finished luckily the droid bringing the check distracted him.

Trael had just finished paying for the food when he heard Azar in his head. 'How good are you at stealth?' He used the napkin holder to look back and see how she looks. After mentally noting her appearance he put on his mask and hood. "I think we should leave first so we can be ready to follow her." He stood up and walked out the door going around the street corner and down an alley before jumping on top of the diner.

As he landed on the roof he would crouch down and move towards where the entrance was. He put his hand on the roof using Force Sight to see into the building for when she would leave. After a few minutes she would begin making her way towards the door. Trael would turn to Azar, 'I'm going to use the force to cloak me from sight. Unless you can do the same I'd suggest following her through the crowd.' He would telepathically say to him before jumping to a roof to the side and fading from sight.

The target would make her way through the crowded streets back towards where the Hutt's arena was. She seemed very on edge as she constantly would do things to try and identify a tail. She acted almost like Azar did when they first arrived in the city. Stopping at every stall seeing what they had and taking samples of the food. When she got to the change in district she was stopped by a group of three Gamorreans sent by Gulba. "Let me through you dirty pigs. I'm scheduled to see your boss and your going to make me late." The guards would let her pass but stand watch for anyone else coming down the street.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was surprised when Trael offered to teach him how to wield a blade. He knew some basics, but he couldn’t imagine ever becoming truly proficient. Daggers were his preference if needed. He smirked at the other man, “You’re not worried about me accidentally stabbing you?” He asked with a chuckle. Azar saw him go red once more and this time he actually remarked on it, placing his chin on his hand, “You are adorable when you’re all flustered,” Azar said with a smile.

This was all cut short with the Crimson Dawn target becoming the focus. When asked how good he was at stealth, Azar scoffed, ‘It’s my specialty, darling’ he responded through the Force. How the large, heavy man expected to be the stealthy one was going to be a sight to behold.

Unlike Trael, Azar wasn’t a tall behemoth that needed to rely on Force cloak to blend in. He strutted along as his usual self, appearing entirely like just another civilian that was stopping at each stall. Azar kept in touch with the twi’lek boy, calling him over to give some brief instructions. He stood back and watched, the boy wandering closer to the target. The Gammoreans stepped aside, but she would hear a voice in the background.

“Just impossible to sell kyber crystals these days,” The twi’lek boy loudly complained, making a show of putting away one of the crystals Azar handed him into his pockets. The Crimson Dawn associate turned her head, suddenly intrigued. She ditched the guards and promptly turned to move towards the twi’lek. The boy quickly shuffled away, ducking into an empty alley.

Unfortunately the crowds were heavy and Azar couldn’t see properly to indicate to Trael where to jump the woman. Cursing to himself, he sped up and tried to catch up.

Meanwhile, the woman now had the twi’lek boy alone in an alley. Giving a nasty grin, she used the Force to coil it around his neck to start choking him, “You have something I want, boy,” She hissed, seconds away from draining his life entirely.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael's eyes narrowed at the stabbing comment. "Even a beginner should be able to avoid that." His face got eveb redder at Azar's teasing, "Well... uh.. I... uh...thanks." He finally stammered out. He was doing so good remaining composed and now it was blown away.

Trael simply rolled his eyes at Azar's remark. His face still flushed from the earlier exchange. He should've expected such a confident remark but he was hoping to have an edge somewhere that wasn't swordplay.

While Azar was down amongst the crowds Trael was gracefully moving along the rooftops. Ease of movement was the core of his Master's teachings in the ways of an assassin. Also being nimble added one in dueling so it was one of the few lessons he kept up with.

Trael focused on staying slightly ahead of the target while he observed. He saw them getting stopped by the Gamorrean guards and subsequently let through so he strode to the next rooftop. When he got there and looked down to the route she was taking she had disappeared. That's when he felt the force used below him and the fear radiating from another being.

He ran to that side of the building, dropping his cloaking, and saw her holding up the boy. He didn't even think he dropped down next to her. As she turned to regard him he used the force to dash forward, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her into the wall. This caused her to drop the Twi'lek the boy uncontrollably coughing. His eyes were burning with a fury, "I don't need the force to choke the life from you. Your nothing but someone playing at being powerful."

He choked her till she lost consciousness but not killing her. He looked to the boy who was staring at his eyes in awe. "Are you going to be ok?" He kneeled down next to him seeming to do a check over of the child. "Yeah I'll be fine just a little winded." Trael smirked as he stood up and searched the woman finding the holocron on her. He opened it and to his dismay it was fully in Ur-kittat and some kind of hieroglyphics. He tried to use his limited knowledge of the language to decipher anything it says.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar burst into the alley right in time to catch Trael choking out the woman. He would never admit that he was actually concerned for that twi’lek boy. Somehow the street rat endeared himself to Azar. He was pleased to see Trael put a stop to an attack, closing the distance to look at the holocron. He could read the symbols, but the name was unfamiliar.

The moment Azar touched it, the pyramid hummed with power, “This is a key,” He explained. He took a moment to draw out one of his daggers, slicing into a small part of his palm. He pressed the blood against the holocron and it glowed at once, opening and revealing more written texts. Whispers began to resound in his mind, words Trael wouldn’t hear. This was from a place even more sacred than Korriban.

“To something on Moraband,” Azar said after a moment of silence, “A temple,” He said as he drew back from the holocron, wiping off the blood.

He turned to the twi’lek, “Excellent work,” He said with a grin, handing over the vial of poison as promised. The boy went to give Azar the kyber crystal back but he shook his head, “Use it to start a new life, kid,” He said simpy, “What’s your name?”

“Nash..” The boy said, staring in stunned silence.

“All right, fuck off, Nash,” Azar said with a smile, briefly wondering if Karys' kinder mannerisms were rubbing off on him. The boy mouthed a few worlds silently, stared in wonder at his luck and quickly bolted from the alley.

The pureblood turned and slit the Crimson Dawn’s woman's throat, having no desire to leave any loose threads. Azar looked over at Trael, “We got what we came for,” He said, “How do you want to celebrate?” He asked as he twirled the knife in his hand before stashing it away.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was stumped on translating the text. The mixing of the symbols and Ur-kittat causing him to struggle more than normal with the language. Luckily Azar quickly joined in and began reading as well. It didn't take long before he explained it was a key, pressing a bloodied hand to the holocron causing more writing and symbols to appear.

The words Azar spoke next resonated in him. A temple on Moraband was a great find yet not one at the same time. From what he was taught Moraband was a sacred planet that none were to step foot on unless to bury someone. Whether this was for Purebloods only or the larger order he didn't know.

He listened as Azar congratulated the boy, it seems he was the reason he got caught. He handed him a vial of some kind no doubt a poison for the bullies earlier. What surprised him was that he allowed the boy to keep the crystal. Even telling him to use it for himself.

The kid gave his name, Nash. As Azar told him to fuck off Trael stepped to the kid giving him a phone. "This is my backup phone I've already put my number on it. Normally I'd keep it so if I'm caught in a situation there's a chance I can be found. Next time I'm on Nal Hutta I'll come check in so you better do something with yourself." The boy looked at him shocked as he took the phone. "I'll be the richest Twi'lek here next time you come." With that he ran down the alley.

As he watched the boy scurry off he heard slicing behind him. He turned to see that Azar had sliced the woman's throat. "We may have what we came for but I planned on extracting info from her." It was sad to lose a source of information but it was too late now. As Azar asked his question Trael quickly realized he had relied on his Force cloaking too much. "Honestly I need to rest. Running along rooftops while cloaking yourself is more draining than I remember. How about we grab some liquor and celebrate on the ship. I need a nap anyways." He would stretch and yawn after saying this. Walking back towards the market it was obvious he was drained enough to be fatigued.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar didn’t miss the dismay at the Crimson Dawn contact getting killed. He shook his head, “She was nothing but a peon. They store all their artifacts on Omega Station, a place I infiltrated before. This woman had no clearance and was working the administrative levels,” He explained. Azar was all about extracting information, but this one was more of a loose end.

He glanced over at Trael when he mentioned being tired, quirking a brow, “Maybe I’ll trade you Force lessons for blade ones,” He said with a chuckle. The Pureblood expected suggestions like a bar or going out somewhere, but when Trael mentioned nap, his eyes lit up. Azar loved naps and tried to schedule them multiple times a day.

The journey to get booze was filled with passing by people still chanting Slugbreaker in the streets. Some were even suggesting that Gulba had died, though these felt like rumors. He had a Hutt that was a competitor - Dugga - and Azar flagged that as a potential avenue to explore later.

“I'm doing the negotiating if we come across a Hutt again,” Azar said dryly, “Maybe we will avoid getting trampled,” He mused.

Once they returned to the ship, Azar disappeared into his room and excitedly changed into golden, silken robes in preparation for a nap. He, of course, took the suggestion entirely literally. Azar stepped out to pour them both drinks, clinking his glass against Trael’s, “To a day of success and a wonderful nap!” He said cheerfully before taking a sip. He was already thinking about his overly fuzzy blanket and excess amount of pillows that he brought with him. Few things made him happier than a nap.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael nodded along with Azar's explanation of the woman. He already answered what Trael would've asked of her anyways. "Omega Station you say? If you raided it recently than the security would've increased." He scratched his chin trying to think of a way to also get into this artifact storage. Azar then commented on his fatigue that was setting in, "Depends on what you're teaching me. I plan on perfecting a Form I stumbled on a holocron for and teaching it to you."

As they went for the booze there was still a few people chanting about the Slugbreaker. Some people saying that the Hutt was dead. Trael paid the idle chatter no mind he was preoccupied with mentally prepping himself for celebrating. He got a couple bottles of liquor it never hurt to have extra. "If you say so. I think I did quite well, it was enjoyable to see the slug flopping around."

When they returned to the ship Azar quickly disappeared into his room. Trael did the same coming out in just a pair of shorts. It never occurred to him Azar didn't understand what he was suggesting. The man came out in silken robes they looked exquisite. Then he made his toast, wait did he just say wonderful nap? Does he think I literally meant napping? Trael looked at him shocked before taking a sip. "Yeah, sure, a nap." His voice was low and his soul crushed. He was not brave enough to make a move now after having such a blunder. He was definitely pouting now.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar shook his head, “They never caught us breaking in. We posed as a shipping company taking materials to the Outer Rim,” He said with a grin, “Please, Trael, I’m not an amateur,” He said, mock insulted that the man really thought he left a mess behind after escaping Omega. Azar bit back from saying that it was Trael that left messes to clean up - first Zygerria and then the Hutt disaster which Azar solved by turning him into a bowling ball.

“I will…attempt sabers,” He said with a grimace, “But I’m not going to a class. A group of acolytes watching me make an idiot of myself? Horrifying,” Azar balked at the thought, taking a big swig of his drink. He eyed the human for a moment, considering a few things. Clearly Azar had misjudged him on a few levels. What was all that flustered blushing about? Maybe he had a medical condition. The Pureblood gazed over the rim of his glass, puzzled by the sudden extreme disappointment.

He glanced away briefly, staring at the wall, running the entire day’s events, the journey getting there, the club. Azar pondered in silence before he glanced back at Trael, “What’re you so afraid of?” He asked quietly, tilting his head. He took a few steps towards him, glancing up at the taller man with his gleaming yellow gaze, “Are you afraid now?” And then he took another step closer, “How about now?” And he asked that question each time until Trael would stand with his back against a wall.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael grew contented with Azar’s insistence that he didn’t get caught. That meant if he ever wanted to get his hands on something Crimson Dawn had he would be able to do so. Though right now he was worried about other business arrangements.

He chucked at Azar’s comment, “Even if you aren’t good there’s now way you’ll be worse than an acolyte. But if you don’t want to join a class I guess I can do private lessons.” He was excited at the prospect of teaching someone directly something. It was something he hadn’t done before mostly he taught large classes or just helped with the teaching.

Azar then directed an odd question to Trael. “Afraid of? There isn’t really anything I am afraid of that I can readily name.” Azar had already begun moving closer and asking if he was afraid now. Trael stared at the man confused, “Should I be afraid.” He then got closer repeating the question each time he did. As he got closer Trael tried to step back he was feeling hot and heart was racing unsure of what Azar was planning.

Then he felt the wall to his back and the question again. “I’m not afraid of you Azar!” He finally exclaimed his gaze burning of passion and terror. “I’m afraid of the weakness my feeling towards you may bring. A weakness I’ve felt the sting of before and do not want to feel again. I’m terrified of having something that can be ripped away and leave me broken.”

He would attempt to push past the man. Grabbing a bottle and walking into the cockpit. He would plop down in the seat and began trying to drink away his feelings tears rolling down his face.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar thought Trael would respond to the flirting with a kiss. He thought they would close that last bit of distance and finally act on the tension. However, he was completely caught off guard. Trael would see nothing but pure shock in those golden eyes as Azar was shoved back. He hadn’t been expecting it, and it made him stumble back where he had to catch himself to avoid falling, the glass in his hand dropping and shattering on the floor. Lightning crackled between his fingers, but he curbed the sudden rage he felt from the disrespect. His mind was racing, and he didn’t look towards Trael as he ran away.

Azar wouldn’t chase - he had clearly overstepped with Trael. He thought of Trael’s words - weakness? Feelings? What the hell did all that mean? Azar had to calm down from his own rage from being pushed, never one to tolerate anything like that. However, the pulse of emotions he sensed in the other man had given him pause.

He didn’t even realize when he returned to his room and started packing up all his things. If he was left to his own devices, he would take everything and find another way off the planet. Azar wouldn’t linger around someone that clearly wanted nothing to do with him.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael sat in the cockpit for a little sipping away his liquor. His mind was replaying the memories of his family. Him playing with pyrokinesis after he learned he could. His attempts at lighting the chimney repeatedly failing. The fire getting out of control and spreading as he ran away from it. The screams as his house burned around him, the feeling of the life leave his family.

His Master finding him near the remains of his house barely breathing and taking him in. Her training him as an assassin, which to her dismay, he never fully cared for. His first lightsaber lessons and how quickly he picked it up. Him constructing his first lightsaber similar to hers, her pride at his success. The same blade through her back after she tried offering him up to save her own skin and the tears streaming down his face.

All of the loss and broken attachments reeling through him. When it hit him, Azar didn't quip back or anything, he looked shocked in fact. Why was he shocked? What did he expect Trael to do when pushed into the corner? As he thought about it he realized he may have pushed Azar harder than intended when he made his escape.

He stood up and made his way out of the cockpit into the common area. He heard a commotion from Azar's room and was curious by what he could be up too. As he opened the door he was greeted by the Pureblood frantically packing up all his belongings. "Why are you packing your things?" His voice betrayed he was crying as did his face. Yet he genuinely did not understand why Azar wanted to leave.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar had changed into a slightly more formal attire because he knew he was going to be headed to the spaceport to find a way off. He half considered stealing the holocron, but thought better of it. Not like that thing could be used without a Pureblood anyway. Azar was in the middle of putting some of his books away when he heard Trael arrive.

He looked over at the other man, his eyes narrowing. Why had Trael been crying? What had he done to offend Trael so much? Azar was perplexed, but that confusion began to turn into anger. Was it because he was a man? Azar huffed as he shoved another book into his bag, making a show of ignoring Trael for a few moments. He finally rose and turned to look at Trael again.

“Why does it matter? We got what we came for and the mission is over,” He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring, “I don’t need to fly back with someone that clearly doesn’t want me around,” Azar’s jaw tightened, “Anyway, I misjudged things,” He said, his tone softening slightly, “I thought…” Azar shook his head, not finishing his thought, “I’ll leave so you can bring some cute girl here instead,” He flashed Trael a wink before he resumed packing.

@Javier esschoolbus