Descending down the ramp of his Lambda Shuttle dubbed
Martalk, the emperor's gaze was cast onto his young apprentice, whom was working voraciously to please her master, and that won her a grin. Trailing his eyes from her, he then focused on the pitch black soldier ahead of him, yet another PeFauna. Their robes swayed briskly in the biased wind, exquisitley displaying their ceremonial armor.
The planet of Clak'Dor V did not have a history in the slightest...or not at least to the naked eye. Bordering Clak'Dor VII, homeworld to the Bith, it was more often than not overlooked as a "minor planet". However, to one such as Master Fearsons, whom had sought out the ultimate balance in the galaxy, Clak'Dor V shown like a glowing beacon in the dark, cold sea. Few the temples wee, and difficult to find was the history of the Shadow Jedi. However, the Shadow Jedi Knight was intent on finding it.
Being the resting place of N'mar Beldehrad, a great Shadow Jedi Warrior whom had met his end after being betray4ed by the Bith and his Twi'lek bodyguard, the emperor was fascinated. With so far two of his apprentices joining him, the location of the tomb would not be secret for long.
Gently he thumbed the long bulk of his lightsaber, sniffing at the air as if a dog narrowing out a scent. After a moment or two of near silence and no movement, Fearsons broke the course by stepping forward toward the town. The PeFauna guarsmen stepped forth on step, prudently keeping their questions to themselves.
Surprisingly enough, there was no confrontation from anyone, or thing en route to M'Dktar, a city focused entirely around its mining industry. Checking from left to right at the other Rogue Imeprials around him, Fearsons briskly emerged within the city. Surprisingly still, no one seemed to care for the beautiful sight of the Shadow Jedi emperor
or his escort.
"This is just an ill-civilized city is all my lord, they woul dnot recognized Lord Vader himself ," one of the stormtroopers lurched forward and assured to his leader. Fearsons smiled and waved the white clad soldier off. His scarlet eyes cast up to the purplish night that provided Clak'Dor V's nocturnal encumberance, with all its radiating beauty.
"Come now Lieutenant, I need this little break, a brief session in secretive casual life will do me well."
"Of course, my liege."
Both Fearsons and Arai had insisted, though against their squad's judgement, to leave the PeFauna at the inn, as well as their white stormtrooper gear in the inn. And with thus, the seven persons made into the musky smelling bar across the street from their hotel.
There were no greetings, no hellos, the most welcome to the coterie was a brush against the shoulder of an outgoing Gamorrean. The piggish creature turnd a snort on the group, and exitted.
Fearsons was the first to make for the bar, shrugging right past Arai, and offering a welcoming and warming smile to the bartender. Unfortunately, the watier was not so curteous, and he merely turned his back to the dignified leader. Arai made forward with her typical aggressiveness, but her master's warm hand on her shoulder stopped her immediately.
"Master, he defied your authority," she demanded quietly, obviously her mind had been made already, whether a debate were to be made or not. Yet she suddenly felt a surge of the Force, and then leterally
felt his words, not heard.
It is alright Arai Heishi, he did not know. Use the Force...relax, it is okay.
His soothing, father-like words calmed her, and she turned toward one of the many tables the tavern had to offer. What seemed to catch her eye rather was the band...they were not the bulb-headed Bith one had come accustomed to as practically uniform for taverns. Rather, they were strange, furry creatures, creating music with only their fingers and mouths, yet it was greater than any Bith tune heard before. And their dancing...oh their dancing was magnificent beyond recognition!
