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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra thought he did a great job selling Jedi not just being community service doers. Which was exactly why he was eating his foot thanks to what the council decided to assign as a mission. Drexus was ‘on probation’ and constantly under watch. Ezra had it cleared where he could take Drexus on missions to try and show him the Light, but the type of work was exactly the kind that he hoped the Zabrak wouldn’t have to do.

They found themselves on Lothal, on the farm of a grumpy old man that had his nerfs stolen by some bandits. The Jedi mission was to track down the bandits and clear them out without the nerf herd being harmed. And, of course, they had to guide the nerfs back safely.

It was exactly the kind of mission he was sure would have Drexus throwing the biggest hissy fit. But for now, there was no other option. The ride over, Ezra focused on working out in the cargo bay or listening to his preference of music.

The ramp lowered and Ezra walked down, glancing over at the Zabrak, “We’re going to be meeting with Larry the farmer,” He explained, “Just…let me do the talking. Try not to look like you're going to set him on fire,” He said, fighting back a smirk. Ezra was known to look moody, but this guy made him come across as a cheerful elf.

It didn’t take long to find Larry the farmer who was already in a bad mood. The man had to be in his 90s and he looked like a shriveled up midget, and he looked between the two of them, “Damn, what do they feed you kids? Rest of us be starving and you all like 8 ft tall and looking like you ate a few nerfs on the way here.”

Ezra stared blankly, actually lightly placing his foot above Drexus’ to gently remind him to shut the hell up.

“I’m Ezra and this is..” He paused. Shit, he forgot to brief Drexus on this, “Pete,” He blurted out, “We were sent by the Jedi to assist with your herd disappearing.”

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[Drexus Brogroo]

Drexus was now being taught the ways of Light. To be specific he wasn't a Jedi, but he renounced Sithship. So he was his own person. A dark sider learning new things. It was honestly a bit exciting but heavily unamusing to the Zabrak. Specifically because when he got told what they were doing.. well it was at the bottom of the list of things he wanted to do. Help old people. Like they're almost dead, let them struggle and die and help the ones that have worth at the least.

On the way Ezra was hitting a workout, and listening to some music. Drexus being the show off he was would walk over to the bench press and rack on a couple more forty five pound plates on each side and begin repping the weight. After a few sets he would get up and walk over to the unused speaker on the other side of the cargo bay and flick on a special type of music. He'd turn it up a good few notches and lean against the wall as he cleaned the hilt of his saber.

Should Ezra turn his music up, he would've just turned his up as well. And look at Ezra with the 'oh were you listening to that?' look. As for when they arrived and Ezra came to brief him, he'd turn the music down and hook his saber to his belt and cross his arms. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about it.." he'd reply in a sarcastic tone after the comment on him looking at the man like he'd set him on fire.

Then they'd meet the old man, small old man. Feeling a foot on his own, he knew Ezra was ready for Drexus' comment incoming. The comment on their size was enough to make Drexus roll his eyes as he turned his face away to hide it. Then rolling his head back he'd begin looking at the man like he hated him but remembered what Ezra said.. so he'd cock an eyebrow. Best he could do, his resting face was RBF. Then he heard it.. the thing that might be enough to send him over the edge. Pete.. FUCKING PETE?! What in the actual fuck?! His eyes shot to Ezra, the Sephi had to be fucking with him. He'd mumble under his breath quietly, "You gotta be fucking kidding.." There was no way he was willingly going to go by Pete all day. Screwing the heard shit, he was still caught up on Pete.

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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra ignored Pete’s complaints about his name, his face entirely impassive as they walked away from the farm. According to the farmer, the only clues left behind were some tools used to cut the wires to get into the farm. The mission log had details from local authorities that suggested the bandits had a hideout somewhere in the hills.

The farmer had provided them a shitty speeder to use and it was old and janky. Ezra normally would have complained about it, but he didn’t need to give the Sith excuses to crush the old fart. However, there were some things Ezra was incredibly stern on, “I’m driving,” He stated flatly, not allowing any room for debate. He swung a leg over the speeder, motioning for Pete to hop on behind him. He wasn’t entirely convinced the janky swoop could support both their weight, but there was only one way to find out.

If Pete hopped on behind him, Ezra revved up the engine, which put-putted for a moment and sounded like a grandma coughing before thick, black smoke trailed from the back, “Nice, they’ll see us coming a mile away,” Ezra muttered coolly to himself, “All right, hold on,” He called out to the Sith before he started coasting away from the hills at a glacial pace. On the plus side, at least he didn’t have to ride an animal to get to his destination…

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[Drexus Brogroo]

As much as Ezra would ignore his complaints on the name given, and trust me there was a lot, the Half Sephi claimed the driver seat of the glorified pizza boy moped. It wasn't much but since Ezra wanted it, now Drex wanted it... sorry PETE wanted it. Despite his upteen million complaints he could've made, he rolled his eyes and hopped on the back. "You gonna take all the fun stuff away?" As ezra was getting ready to start up the engine, Drex took a moment to think about what the old fart said.

Sounded like low bandits looking to make a quick buck. Shouldn't be anything hard to deal with. As they rode slowly towards their destination, Drexus could only think of one better way to get there. Riding a large animal that could move the same paced or faster. At least then they wouldn't have the clouds of smoke behind them leaving a trail. Speaking of that blasted smoke, Drexus almost hacked up a lung when Ezra got the thing started. Thing was horrid, he'd take the hospital smell over it.

As they rode there, Drexus would look around and after the minute passed of silence. He got bored. There wasn't anything on his mind to ask the Jedi because he was only interested in what the light could offer to add to what he knew, not replace it entirely. He didn't necessarily want to be a Jedi so this was not peaking his interest helping the grampa who looked on the verge of death. So to kill a little time, he'd open up conversation with what helped pass time on the Sith transports. "Ever play fmk?"

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[Ezra Thorne]

Their journey was surprisingly uneventful. He expected the Sith to try and attack him or pull some nonsense, but the most damage he did was cling to him a bit too tight while their jalopy slowly took them to their location. After a while of silence, Pete finally spoke and it caught Ezra off guard. A game? The part Sephi scoffed, “With you, everything would be kill, kill, kill,” He muttered while rolling his eyes.

A few seconds passed in silence where it would seem like Ezra brushed off the idea entirely. After a moment, however, he spoke again, “Raze, Hera and the Grandmaster,” He stated flatly. He originally thought to name celebrities, but for this game to be actually interesting, it needed to be tricky. So far, Ezra knew nothing about the guy outside of his silly plot, so he dropped the names that would fire up his engines. It was risky, but perhaps it would be a first lesson in controlling that temper of his and actually playing the game he suggested. And it would show Drexus that Ezra was not a complete nice guy Jedi, he had his dark sense of humor as well.

Ezra briefly looked over his shoulder at the Zabrak, flashing a half smirk before he returned to driving. He awaited a response and then three names from Pete.

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[Drexus Brogroo]

Drexus admittedly didn't mind the part where he got to feel the lean body in front of him, but it was a sight to picture the the larger Zabrak holding on tight on the back seat. Their ride was taking a while and they had nothing better to do than the game Drex offered up. So, when he heard Ezra make the comment on how everything would be kill, kill, kill, Drexus just smirked and said "Try me."

It seemed Ezra was going to do exactly that when he asked between Raze, Hera, and the Grandmaster. Tough choices. All people he held a grudge against. Now Drex only wish he knew who Ezra held one against. "Is it too late to the all kill option?" Drex sighed as he took a second and then answered, "Cast everything aside, I'd say I'd kill Raze.. if it were possible. Then marry the Grandmaster cause admittedly she ain't bad lookin for how old she is. And then fuck Hera."

Before he would get to asking his prompt, he had to think of something good. Celebrities were lame and everyone already had their favorites so he would think of some people that Ezra may know on a different scale. "You know what I got it," He'd flick a finger up to point to the sky as one did when they got an idea. "Nor'Baal, Preef Callo, and that Nightsister you don't wanna tell me about." He would smirk as he waited. They weren't as hard choices as he was given but it was what he had to work with.

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[Ezra Thorne]

To Ezra’s surprise, Drexus actually played along. He heard him mention marrying the Grandmaster and started chuckling to himself. When he spoke about fucking Hera, he had to hold back the urge to gag. He regretted suggesting that at once as he was now presented with an unwanted visual. And then Drexus made everything much worse with the names he offered. Ezra started coughing and sputtering at once, mortified at the thought of Arla being on that list. His sister. He couldn’t even admit why Arla couldn’t technically be part of the game. Drexus chose his names well without realizing. He thought of Preef Callo’s rancid Rodian stench and Nor’baal…well, he was a Hutt. Damn.

“Fuck you,” He muttered aloud as he glanced over his shoulder again, thoroughly annoyed. However, Drexus would catch the hint of an amused glint in his eye that betrayed he was actually stumped by the question. After a moment, he finally answered, “Marry Nor’baal no question. He’s loaded. Just as long as I don’t have to be in a collar and lingerie..” He trailed off briefly, “Fuck Preef Callo because, let’s face it, he’s Preef Callo,” Ezra internally gagged at the thought, “And …kill that Nightsister,” He didn’t offer any explanation for that. The only reason was because he wasn’t about to fuck or marry his sister, nor was he going to reveal his connection to her to Pete. Damn Pete and his names..

“Pootalina, my father, Councilor Vanloa,” He quipped back. The most disgusting creature in the galaxy, the man Drexus hated so much, and the woman that actually jumped the gun to kill Draugr before any discussions could be held.

There was time for Drexus to answer, but they finally arrived near a hill that overlooked the base. Ezra parked the speeder a distance away so the thick, black smoke wouldn’t give them away. He quirked a brow, “You can let me go now,” He said dryly to the other man before easing off the speeder. Ezra lowered himself to a crouch to overlook the base at the bottom of the hill. From the looks of it, it was heavily guarded. Just past the patrolled, wooden walls and towers he could spot a big pen full of the stolen nerfs.

“If we rile up the bandits up front, they’ll probably resort to killing the nerfs, so we have to be cautious,” He whispered while staying crouched. He looked at Drexus, “Do you have a suggestion?” He asked. He needed to see how the Zabrak approached problems.

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[Drexus Brogroo]

Drexus chuckled at the fuck you comment and waited for the reply. He was interested to see what relationship he had with the Nightsister. Friend? More than friend? Distant cousin? Distant "Cousin?" It didn't necessarily matter but the fact he didn't want to talk about her got Drexus intrigued.

Ezra began to answer the question as Drexus looked over to see they were getting close to where they needed to be. Honestly his answers weren't bad. Though it didn't tell Drexus anything about the Nightsister. Oh well, he'll figure it out sooner or later. Then Ezra's rebuttal came in. The choices were horrific. Especially since one was dead. How that'd work? Drexus wasn't sure. Though he felt like disrespecting the dead. "Marry your dad, probably divorce and take half of everything. Then kill Poots, cause that thing has been nothing but trouble for everyone.. and finally fuck Vanloa. May she rest in discomfort." Drex would smirk at what he said.

Without thinking about it, he was still holding onto Ezra and the Half Sephi vocalized it. Letting go he'd hop off and fix himself whilst facing away from Ezra. Joining him after he'd see the camp and the guards roaming. There was a lot of them and honestly Drexus was waiting to get his hands on them. If there was one good thing to come of this, it was a good ol' fashioned ass whoopin.

"So, I can't just go in saber swinging got it. Bummer honestly," Then Drexus thought for a moment and then smiled, "How do feel about a little distraction? I call it.. Get Help." Drexus would wink at Ezra waiting for the reply.

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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra paused and looked at Drexus as he answered the game in a surprising manner. There was a half a smirk on his face, “You see what you just did?” He asked, “You proved you’re not as full of hate and vengeance as you thought,” He said simply. Drexus couldn’t even play that game or imagine any scenario with anything but fury and death for Vanloa or Emryc if his hatred truly ran that deep. He needed to realize that if he wanted to be on the journey away from the Sith.

The part Sephi rolled his eyes at the get help suggestion. Usually that was a trick to lure people in and then start attacking, which wasn’t going to help here. However, the distraction was a great idea. Drexus looked menacing enough, and that could be used here while Ezra set the nerfs loose. Once the beasts were free, the bandits could be dealt with easily.

“Go up to the base and tell them you want to join them,” Ezra suggested, “Put your mean face on,” He bit back from adding ‘your regular face’ because Pete habitually looked like someone that bit into an oatmeal raisin cookie thinking it was chocolate chip.

Trusting that the Zabrak could manage his part without fucking it up, Ezra began to sneak around the side of the base and towards the nerf enclosure.

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[Drexus Brogroo]

Ezra's comment on Drex being able to let go of his hatred for them was there and the Zabrak cringed at the comment. "I was just answering the way I would realistically. I can be realistic and hate them at the same time." It was the truth, but he could see where Ezra was coming from as he did loosen up a bit for the game but he couldn't forgive them for what they did to his father.

When his 'Get Help' idea was ignored he shrugged his shoulders, it was Ezra's loss on a good time. Then a suggestion came, well more like a command but Drex chose to let it slide. "As you wish Master." Drex would flail his arms as if to be hailing Ezra and said his comment in a sarcastic tone. This wasn't how Drex wanted to get things done but if it meant that he'd learn something light sided, he wouldn't argue it. He'd begin making his way over the bandits. One hand on his belt buckle and the other swinging as he walked.

"Scuse me boys," He'd say as he walked up to the bandits on patrol. "Heard y'all were the toughest round, and I'd like to add some more value to that." The two bandits acting as guards walking around would stop to speak with Drexus. "Think so? What's your name?" Drex went say his own name but caught himself. If he was handed the name Pete, then clearly his true name couldn't get out. So instead he'd use the awful substitute cause it was the only thing to come to mind on the fly. "Pete. Pete Rayne" The guards would hold back a laugh, "Pete?" a couple snickers would come out of them. Drex's blood began to boil.

He'd walk up to the fencing in front of him and grab onto it and squeeze hard enough to bend the metal inward. The sound of crunching metal would catch the attention of the two. "Well looky there. A strongman. You know what Pete. I think we got a spot for ya. How you feel about fighting big creatures for money?" They stood straight and stopped snickering as they were thoroughly impressed with the strength on display.

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