Fixing a Broken Home

[Black Noise]

Sogar Derimsa sat at the aged stone workbench inside his old home. The bench, fashioned from a granite stone and embedded in the very foundation of his home, had been in his family for just as long as the home had. The home, Sogar never really found out when his family had acquired it. Having left home at an early age to join the Sith, there were many things he had missed out on in his familial life, and those things he would never know now. Sogar was, to his knowledge, the only surviving member of the Derimsa family. His parents were dead, his brother was, and Sogar heard his own daughter had been MIA for so long that she was declared dead by all records he accessed.

Standing up, Sogar left the bench and headed outside of his old home. Once out, Sogar fully assessed the damage time and the harsh winds had done to his home. A home of steel built upon and inside of granite, very little outwardly had gone to waste. However, the inside was a mess. Dirt covered everything, and his parents had not been the paradigm of health and cleanliness when they lived. So inside was riddled with disease, dirt, and destroyed items. Sogar had sent Nooam'Rah away to a hotel to avoid catching anything, but regardless he needed a way to rip everything out of his house.

Normally, most people would have no trouble with this. However, Sogar had too many painful memories in that house. Every object, every nicknack brought back a slew of terrible memories. Perhaps it would be better if everything inside was burned. But even that, Sogar could not bring himself to do. Which circled back to his dilemma of needing assistance.

Deciding the best help would be those who could feel the Force, he reached out, calling to anyone on the planet or even in orbit who had enough force sensitivity to be of assistance. For Sogar, this calling out was an easy task. The hard part was making sure whoever he reached out to could not reach back and sense his force sensitivity to recognize him for who he was or for what strength he had.

 

[TAC]

Iktotch.

Nekala-Mar had never been on this world. It was strange, as there were so few humans. She received so many looks. Glares, even. The Core Exploration and Settlement Agency, an independent organization that she had been contracting for over the last few months, had sent her hear to film another commercial. She had certainly done more thrilling work, but the pay was good, and the crew was some of the best she had ever worked with. She appreciated that.

There was a lot of free time, though, in the week that she had been there. She had just finished the last of her filming, but the director had asked her to stay until the next day, just in case they found anything else when they went over the film. It was awkward, though, here. Usually she could walk the super-malls, go sight seeing, by on Iktotch all she got were glares. Only two percent of the entire population was human, after all, and those were tucked away from the public's eye. But that was why she was here. That was why the paid her lots of money to try to attract people to this rock.

Something odd happened as she sat in hotel room, though, laying and watching the news. She felt a longing. A longing to move. To go... somewhere. Somewhere specific, as well, but not anywhere that she was aware. Regardless, the woman got up, grabbing her blaster and purse and heading out the door, shutting it locked behind her. The woman wandered aimlessly- although perhaps with intent she did not realize- out of the small village she had stayed in for their filming. She walked out a few miles into the country, until she found a home.

Outside, a being stood.

This place.

This was where she was supposed to be.

But why?

"Hello," the woman said, approaching the man, while still maintaining a distance.

 

[Endling vas Precious]

Well, that was a bust. The Mission she had been sent on was a dead end. Iktotch was an arid, windy rock. She was just about to leave, when she felt something tugging at the back of her mind. It was a dull ache, a throb, as if she was trying very hard to remember something important.

It was beckoning her to somewhere on the Planet, and whoever was calling her was a very strong user of The Force. Guinevere was intrigued.

The Sith woman followed, closing her eyes to better concentrate as she advanced. She had just left the city outskirts until the beckoning of whoever it was became stronger. The steely grasp on her mind compelled her forward until she could make out a cloaked figure in the distance, inspecting a house that looked like it had seen better days. She stopped a good distance aways, and sent out her own call, letting the person know she didn't mean any harm.

"Assassin Crusader Guinevere, Korriban. I've come to investigate your call, don't worry, I'm not up to anything." She didn't bother having any of her mental barriers up, if this person intended to trust her, at least just a little bit, she would permit him access.

 

[Elijah Brockway]

Cotan sighed, sitting at the desk he'd been using to write - one of his first missions for the council, and nothing out of it. That was grand. Still, it was a while before he needed to leave, and while normally he'd like to be home earlier, with everything that had been happening...It just seemed better to take a short vacation.

And so, when Cotan felt as though somebody were trying to contact him through the Force, to get them to come to him, on-planet, he didn't just ignore the sensation...though he doubted he could. No, this was obviously important, and so it would do well for him to investigate it. He clipped his training lightsaber back onto his belt, adjust his robes slightly, and set off to find a speeder.

Not much longer, he was near where the call had originated - there was a broken-down old house, a man standing in front of it, working, and two other beings. Just judging by the appearance of this place, and the fact that there were multiple others already there set Cotan's hair on end, though - at the moment - he felt no need to be particularly wary.

"Hello," he said to the man, echoing one of those to come before him, one eye cocked up in an expression of curiosity. This certainly seemed to be an odd meeting, with odd company - the Force only knew what might happen here.

 

[Black Noise]

The feeling made Sogar take pause. Three people responded to his call, more than he expected. Iktotch was a world naturally strong in the Force, and her exclusive inhabitants all possessed the ability it communicate through telepathic means. So naturally, Sogar reached out in a manner his brethren would not recognize and likely ignore. But three people, all alien to the Iktotchi, had responded. That gave Sogar both reason to hesitate, and an inwardly happy disposition.

Turning, the middle aged Iktotchi simultaneously gave nod to the two approaching humans and reached out to the woman a ways off who identified herself as Sith. He telepathically responded, "If you are no enemy, then I welcome your presence." He resisted the urge to inquire about Korriban, the hot, dead world that was his home away from home for so many, many years.

Looking at the two who arrived, he responded to their greeting in an unintentionally cold tone after nodding.
"Good Afternoon, I am glad that you heeded my call. Whether you did so knowingly or unknowingly, I am pleased. I would invite you three in for a warm drink or meal, but recently I've found myself unable to enter my own home for extended periods of time. Bad memories of what happened here and, even more so, what did not."

Looking back at the home momentarily, he stepped forward and took a bow in a traditional, Imperial Officer style, then added.
"Ah, forgive me, I have forgotten my manners. I am Sogar Derimsa, a pleasure to meet you."
Something in Sogar's mind smiled, wondering if the Sith woman was old enough, or cared enough, to know of who he used to be among the Sith. Of his other name, Darth Exilis, the destroyer of Saleucami. Earning such a secondary title after ordering the bombardment of the surface and subsequent deaths of millions.

 

[TAC]

She was not the only one to heed this call, though. Odd. Was this really meant for her? Was she supposed to be here? Nekala was confused with the entire situation- who this being was, and why they were all here. She felt some sort of satisfaction out of the twisted looking alien in front of her, something that told her she was indeed supposed to be here, but that didn't mean answers were given.

He thanked them for coming and Nekala gave him a quizzical look. This being needed their aid. But why them? And how exactly did he call them? Nekala had no understanding of the Force, nor did she even realize that was what called her here.

Next, though, the man bowed to them, introducing himself. "Hello," she responded, "I am Claire DeTreece." She offered her stage name to him, as it was usually what she was introduced by. If any of them would recognize her, it would be by that name.

 

[Black Noise]

"Claire, a sweet name. DeTreece sounds familiar, though I do not believe I've ever met you before. Regardless, ah, how could I forget. Perhaps would you like some Caf? I've had some outside ready for the last few minutes. Fool that I am, forgot I placed it there."
Sogar just remembered the Caf he put on just scarcely ten minutes ago, before he had entered the house then promptly came back out. Moving over to the side, the former Sith swiped a hand and ignited the burner underneath the old pot of the bitter drink. Sogar knew that anyone with eyes to see would immediately recognize his usage of the Force, but it mattered not to him. If these people feared him, it was to their loss, if they supposed to turn him over to the Sith, their loss yet again.

Either way, Sogar had no intention of hiding himself. Lifting the pot up with his hands, using the Force to keep the hot durasteel handle from burning him, Sogar brought a few mugs over with yet another hand swipe and began pouring. Simultaneously as he poured, walked, and upheld the cups with the Force, the Iktotchi spoke.
"I pride myself on multitasking. I know you're probably annoyed that an older, possibly ill intented Iktotchi would 'summon' you from whatever you were doing to come to a secluded place in the middle of nowhere. But please do understand, and know how much pain I say this with, I need assistance in any form."

Passing out the bitter, warm drink to any who would take, Sogar sat down and asked.
"I need, someone to speak to, for only a moment. A confirmation of resolve, in a way. So, would you mind staying around me for a little while? It's been so very, very long since I've had a decent conversation with decent individuals, years in fact. Feel free to ask questions of me, or leave if you'd like. I will not threaten or force you to stay."

 

[Elijah Brockway]

"I've no issue with staying," Cotan said, accepting a glass of caf. Still, he eyed one of the group warily - and it was neither Sogar nor Claire who he watched. But so long as there was no issue, he would stay, and help as he could. There was no reason not to - after all, he had already come. He might as well finish this up.

"I'm Cotan, by the way - a pleasure to meet you as well, Sogar."