Bespin
Some Time After the Escape
From Mataou
A number of days had passed since the boy had landed at the colony. The fees for an unprompted landing were steep, but there was a heavy credit-write off that applied to those who had to conduct an emergency landing. Laeonas' conditions upon arrival had surprised the officials that came to collect him-- his features were gaunt, his face was unshaven, and his ribs had begun to stick out due to a solid two weeks in space without food.
His story was, seemingly, very simple; he'd managed to escape the quarantine of an AMS infected planet with a ship. It wasn't a strict lie-- it simply left out the relevant details that he wasn't native to the planet, and that the ship he was in had escaped.
The quarantine that he had been placed under had ended the previous day. The port authority had taken the liberties of searching and sanitizing his ship, and Laeonas was honestly surprised that they hadn't found some cache of spice he wasn't aware of. Apparently the ship's only relevant cargo had in fact been people-- which the port authority didn't bother to investigate, thankfully for him.
He'd been given a small apartment, hearty rations, and had all of his personal effects returned to him-- including his bountiful pile of beskar bars, his rifle, vibrosword, and lightsaber. They had questioned him on all of this, particularly the beskar and the Sith weapon, but he had calmly replied that they'd belonged to his "associates," who hadn't been able to escape despite him having loaded the cargo. Another half truth, but one they couldn't disprove.
The Sith blade almost appeared non-functional after all Laeo had done to it when he realized the grip he'd been holding was made from the skin of a man; parts of the casing had cracked, the grip had been violently ripped off with his sharpened finger nails, and he'd tossed it against the bulkhead so hard that there was still a visible dent.
But it still hummed to life when he slipped it on.
The matter of paying off the port authority itself was another matter entirely. Laeonas had needed to slip into the number of digital accounts he possessed in order to scrounge enough credits to pay the fees for an impromptu landing-- but he'd payed the 2000 credits off with relative ease.
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Staring at the wall across the room, Laeonas had a blank expression on his face. Guilt still overwhelmed his conscience, and the Sith's broken body was still all that greeted him when he closed his eyes.
Drink was the only solution he had, as temporary as it was. The boy wondered if the woman's life had meant something; if there was consequence to her death. That wasn't for him to determine however.
It was for him to learn.
@Die Shize