"I think I am, Like a energy that surrounds the galaxy, the Dark is side is when one goes for more personal gain while light for more of a whole, Galaxy would be a bit grey if you look at it as a whole, So these powers are a product of that energy and the ability to use it correct?" Kai asked Cyrus as he continued his discusion with him.
Ithor Spaceport - Na'tala Slightly more awake and able to handle complex tasks than earlier Na'tala had returned to the spaceport. Getting into a comm-booth the Twi'lek accessed her database, downloading and installing the latest back-up she'd made. As far as she knew the only thing she'd lost was whatever the Jawa had installed and that wasn't such a big loss. Remembering the lack of responses she has had in trying to contact New Republic Intelligence before, Na'tala hesitated before typing in her ident-code again determined not to move until she was replied to. Spoiler @Uriel1339 I am contacting New Republic Intelligence. Maybe that Twi'lek you introduced on Ord Mantell at the Cartel place could answer.
Basically left alone with her bread roll, Zuri sat absolutely still for a moment before sliding down a few inches and groaning loudly in frustration. Minlan was tainting NexNip, and hated her personally. Jinx had come to hate her simply for Zuri following the first and foremost rule - No bounty is worth dying for - and attempting to keep both their heads out of a political crossfire par excellence. She had to restrain her mind from jumping to the simple conclusion that he was a brat unappreciative of her efforts, just how she felt that Minlan was a doddering old fool with no clue how the real world worked, besides these ridiculous tales of magic and black and white. And besides, how dared he suggest things about her relationship to Kass?! Compare them to Jedi, he did. That man was just a furball full of audacity. And if that wasn't enough... Kass... She moaned again, expressing her irritation. That display of machismo had been entirely uncalled for, even if there had been any romance between the two. Of course, she had not seemed too professional tonight, but usually she could take care of people like that old man herself, especially when trying to make peace. Drinking up whatever it was that she'd put into her cup - it tasted vaguely tea-ish, but one could never be sure - she got up from her seat, knowing that there was still much to be done before she could leave. If nothing else, she had this place as a base of operations for two more days, and that meant the huntress had to get the show on the road quite expenditiously. But expenditiousness was no excuse for filthyness, and so, she took the opporturnity for a bath before proceeding with her plans.
"Exactly, and having too much of either side would be harmful to the galaxy. The dark side is an easy path to power though, so trying to maintain balance is basically like trying to patch holes in a ship that is constantly having more holes put in it."
As EG looked over the landscaping of the garden he took note of anything that could be used as cover as well as possible escape roots. Eventually EG felt as though he had browsed the garden enough so he reentered the building and headed towards the lobby. Once inside he started to do the same examining the large room for cover and escape routes. After EG finished he was hoping to talk to the receptionist about any near by droid markets. @Uriel1339
Ithor City Bazaar - Kotep Having eaten a decent breakfast Kotep had headed into the city for a bit of personal shopping. At the top of the list he'd made was a set of plain clothing he could wear over his bodyglove, it wouldn't help them if Darth Onii knew that a Mando'ad was after him, and also a storage bag for holding everything. As weaponry was the third item on his list he was keeping an eye out for arms dealers, looking for those that might stock alternatives to blasters.
Suddenly Nexnip' stomach started rumbling at him. He chuckled a bit, the thought finally occurring to him. He's been focused on so many things the past few days it completely escaped his mind. When was the last time he got to eat? "Uhh...guess my stomach has other plans for us huh dad?" he said with a laugh, "I haven't had anything to eat in two days...aside from half a biscuit that Zur-" His smile instantly vanished, and was replaced by an aprehensive frown. His fur changing to a dark gray. He breathed heavily and just closed his eyes. He broke away his hug from his father and just laid down. Feeling too terrible to move at the moment in time. Just thinking about Zuri made his heart sink. All of that time together. All of those moments they had. Memories that should have been good and happy have soured. With the realization that he was just being used through them all. He was a tool in his eyes. No worse then just a tool. He was an idiot. A fool to string along for the ride, Zuri made it clear that she trusted the tools she used more then him. A stupid blaster, some dumb bombs, and an awful code that no bounty hunter-save her- follows to such an extent. He hoped deep down that he was an exception to her. Like she was too him. He was clearly wrong about that. "Thanks dad..." he said stoically, without a hint of emotion in his voice, "Thanks for showing me what's been in front of my face the whole time...I...I'm a fool. A fool to think that she actually cared about me, like she wasn't just saying what I wanted to hear this whole time. The code was more important to her then me, my happiness, my family...my life. If I had a bounty on my head I can guarantee now she'd take me in. Like the past five years meant nothing to her...I would have been just another acquisition...she'd follow the code, even if that meant having to put a hole through my head...guess I was...just fooling myself...so thanks Dad...without you I'd still be living a lie..." He shifted his body and laid on the side of it. He didn't want to move. He knew he should but his body disagreed. He didn't want to go anywhere right now. He just felt like laying there for awhile. He wasn't up for anything anymore. He just laid there and gave up.
Ithor: The Green Jewel A clean woman in dirty clothes, Zuri could not help but note with displeasure that her favourite red shirt was still stained with the dust of the previous worlds and combats, and still smelled of her sweat, of smoke, and of the same burns that had left dark patterns across her left sleeve. Well, at least she could move her arms now, after the Ithorian medical droids had taken care of her. To purchase a new set of clothing was moved to the top of her to-do list before leaving this place. The Chiss tied her hair back into a ponytail. She did not expect a fight to break out on Ithor's streets, but if it did, she didn't want to fall prey to sudden mane-caused blindness. Sometimes, Zuri considered cutting it shorter, but she liked it to fall a bit below her shoulders. Yes, it was a bit of dangerous personal preference, but with all the restrictions she placed upon herself, the occasional mane-grabber or voracious door prematurely closing were things she could endure. Ithor: Bazaar Even when not dressed for battle explicitly (her protective vest lost in the Phoenix anyway, and her trusty E-11 stowed in her room), Zuri still had her SE-14c at her hip, caressing the gun for comfort while banishing thoughts of Kushiban partners and Nagai acquisitions. It was hard for her, hard, because they were so adhesive to her mind, as if welded, hard, because the teary face of NexNip was a sight that had always hurt her on the inside. A pain she'd only recently learned to express outwardly, unlike being shot by criminal scum like Bossk. It was a slow learning process. Wait, Zuri was supposed to banish the thoughts. Her nails scratched the pistol's barrel, the anxiety of her digits a contrast to her unmoving face while she breathed slowly in an attempt to still the meddling little subappendages. Especially the ones constantly pressing into her right palm. If this went on, she'd draw blood. 'Right. Clothes', thought the Chiss as she walked, her troubled mind not helped by seeing the same stores she'd seen with Kass yesterday. 'Clothes. Clothes. I'm looking for clothes. Wearable clothes. For my skin. A cure for nudity. Clothes. Equipment, and clothes. A cure for cold. Practical, affordable clothing. A cure for heat. Exposure does not cure heat. Clothing. Clothes. Ventilation. Warmth. Pockets. Many pockets. Pouches. Clothing, clothes.' Her shopping mantra went on inside her head for quite some time before she arrived. It did not relieve her fingers of their drive to automutilate, but it certainly helped her not to think of little ex-partners with experience in being Coruscant pets. While her initial intention had been to look for a slug-rifle at first (and with the Mandalorian giving her the tip, she maintained that even if she left, it would have been a smart thing to pick up!), her new priorities drew her to the clothier sections of the market now. Most of Zuri's possessions had been on the Phoenix as it was blown up, so she'd also lost some of her stuff for colder planets (colder than Rhigar, that is – Chiss were a species most at home in the cold, after all), and more importantly, her hot-climate outfits. Ithor was bearable, but Zuri absolutely dreaded going back to Tatooine, Hutta, or even Ord Mantell at times for their temperatures. Zuri sighed. At least the shopkeepers would only want her money, not rhethoric feats of strength.
Ithor-Bazaar From where he laid he got a good look at where he was laying. His legs must have taken him into a market place of some sort. It looked rather nice actually. The planet itself was nice, if a bit too artificial for his tastes. He didn't understand why the majority of galaxy lived away from the nature. As if the sight of a lush and tropical environment was abhorrent to the Galaxy at large. The Galaxy didn't feel real. It felt fake. Manufactured. Produced to look like something it wasn't. It was all so confusing to him. Then again, he lived in a tree for a good part in his life. And he didn't need all of these fancy machines and cold metal contraptions to live his life. He missed Kushibah. He missed his family. He missed Qwella. The little guy was homesick as anyone ever could be. And yet he couldn't afford to go home. Not yet. Not until Onii was no longer a threat to them. He didn't care if nobody cared about that. He didn't care if barely anyone visited his planet. He didn't care that no one understood. He just didn't care anymore. He was done playing peacekeeper. His words couldn't change anyone's minds. Like how a rodent couldn't convince a predator not to eat it. It all felt pointless. He looked out into plaza from his position. He saw something blue. It was a sign for some sort of store. He looked some more. He saw something blue. It was a bunch of clothing for people way bigger then he was. He was about to contemplate if it was made out of silkweed from back home, but the thought passed as quickly as it came. So he looked some more. He saw something blue. It was from a few children's toys and stuffed animals for kids. He remembered the toys he played with, they weren't as intricate or complex as these, but he played with them all the same. He moved his hand in front of his face. He saw something blue. Patches of blue fur mixed with an all encompassing dark grey. He moved his hand away from his face. He saw something blue. He saw someone blue. He saw someone blue walking into a clothing store. He knew it wasn't Zuri. It couldn't be. Zuri never took an interest in clothing. Armor, yes. Clothing, no. It's the sort of person she is. And now he realizes he made up the side of Zuri he cared about. Because it wasn't there. It never was. It was the only explanation. So this blue woman was definitely not her. The force told him otherwise. He wanted to tell the force to shut up.
As if the yelling above wasn't enough to sour the otherwise wonderful breakfast, the pangs of sadness he felt from Nex were getting pretty bad. He hadn't heard most of it but after Minlan's rant last night he could form a pretty educated guess as to what had happened. It really did tug at his heart to see the emotional rollercoaster his fluffy apprentice was going through but him interfering now would probably only sever any chances of everyone making amends. The best he could do now was keep calm and hope that the force bond was actually good for something, even if it only helped a bit. Cyrus had not sufficiently cleared his plate of about eight eggs and enough juice to drown a Sarlacc. "Well I'm gonna go try my hand at gardening. Care to join me, Kai?"
