Horuz, Atrivis System
Amun Seti stood in the bathroom of the dingy bar on Horuz, staring in the mirror. He had arrived on the planet several hours before, sent on what he assumed was a wild goose chase. He possessed a piece of a map, and supposedly the rest of the map was somewhere on the world. A map to the treasures of the Iridium, a band of pirates that had been destroyed by the Jedi during the Clone Wars. Almost two hundred years ago, Amun figured that it was all legend and myth. It didn't matter though, he had managed to nick the map piece from an antiques shop on Omega and he owed Acklay big time, big enough to attempt this venture alone.
Almost alone.
Amun looked in the mirror, barely recognizing his face even though the Crimson Dawn had only altered it slightly. Between the black hair and softer features, the only thing he recognized were his silver eyes. The face looking back at him looked too familiar thought. A flash of memory, the stench of ozone and burning flesh. He closed his eyes trying to purge it, but could only see Jeset looking back at him. Not the silver haired Sith who had murdered a girl in cold blood all those years ago, but the Jeset who's name he stole. He shook his head, trying to shake away the lingering memories that he felt didn't belong to him. The rush of power and the tingle of magic. He turned and rushed to the toilet to puke.
Washing his mouth out at the sink, Amun turned to exit the bathroom and return to the bar. His outfit was simple, something he would typically wear when working. However what was new was the blast vest he wore over it, the blaster on his right hip, the vibrosword over his shoulder. A combat knife and a combat fusion cutter were on his belt and two smaller knives were stuffed in his boots. A tightly wound garrote sat in his pocket. No longer the Sith Acolyte Jeset, he was now Amun Seti. A young mercenary and artifact hunter.
Returning to his seat at the bar, he sipped at a watered down ale as he waited for his contact. A member of the Crimson Dawn, the organization he was beginning to work with often, due to the debt he owed the slicer. She had saved his ass, but it had shackled him to her and her employer. All thing's considered it wasn't terrible. He could lay low, wait for the heat to die. In the meantime, he would work, save, train and study. And if he was lucky perhaps get his hands on some ancient knowledge for himself.
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