Rezjal-el

Vaegir rose immediately as soon as he heard Qaela stir. Sitting in a crouched position, he looked the part of an animal ready to pounce. It was only after he realized just where they were that he calmed. Somewhat. They were in the belly of the beast. His group foolishly having had walked right into the lion’s den without even having prepared one of their small number to battle force users. Vaegir had spent enough time in the wilds to know when danger was afoot, and right now the hair on the back of his neck was tingling. “Right behind you.” He wasted no time in following along behind Qaela. At the very least, she provided some protection. Strength in numbers and all that. Strength, he hoped, would not fail them. The academy that had been so welcoming at first bore a predatory weight, the very air heavy with the intent of capture, and possibly killing of their small group. Furion was strong, wasn’t he? Always capable of fighting off an entire army on his own. Yet now, Vaegir felt so very vulnerable, even with the powerful presence of the Dark Lord. Then again, perhaps this was just another pseudo suicidal attempt to force Vaegir’s hand. He had already been deceived into survival training, perhaps now was something similar. If I survive this, I swear I will kill him… Vaegir kept pace with his fake master, a protective mental barrier held up at all times. Fear was pushed from his mind. Replaced once more with the somewhat vulgar thoughts of a young man. It was the only defense he had, truly. (waiting to see how Qaela and Lallu react before posting my reaction to the assault. Also, sorry about the delay. Haven't had a lot of free time since my recent move. Will be better now.)

((Holiday Chaos over. Time to get back into RP gear!)) Relief washed over the firrerreo upon arrival to the living quarters. His guise had been simple enough, all things considered. A back water, doddering padawn without much training in the force. Oh… how much it stung to realize that he was not so different, himself. At the very least, Vaegir was more talkative than Jadero. The greatest benefit of being so untrained in the force was that it there was little to nothing to make him stand out in any particular way. He wasn’t a beacon of dark side malice or an emotional typhoon brimming beneath the surface. Vaegir’s presence in the force was negligible. He knew this, and at the moment it was a great strength. So, therefore, ‘Jadero’ had to be much the same. Forgettable. With a polite ‘thank you’ to their soon departing escort, the apprentice swiftly sat himself down upon a nearby bed. “Spared no expense, did they?” he asked of his ‘master’, eyes wandering the room as he spoke. The guest quarters were all too basic. Jedi apparently needed very little more than a bed, a roof, and a glass of water. “When do ya think we’ll get to see the caves? I’ve only ‘err heard stories of em. Supposed to be beautiful beyond words. All those gleamin’, glowin’ stones shining in the dark….” Despite being out of earshot of any passing jedi, the guise of padawan was not dropped. There was no telling if the jedi had listening devices installed in the small room. “Think we’ll get to see em soon?”

Vaegir had been following along with the small group, his eyes cast skyward as he watched the individual fat snowflakes fall and flutter about in the breeze. It was such a relief to be on a planet with an atmosphere, particularly one without a never ending urban skyline to mar the beauty of its skies. Oh, and the snow! He’d not seen such weather in years! The sheer excitement felt by the young sith seemed enough to keep the cold at bay. He at least showed very few signs of discomfort, wrapped as he was in his warm clothing. Silence served him well as he simply let the masters talk. After all, he was a young hopeful from a mining colony. It was likely that he didn’t have the greatest social skills, much less an impressive education. Given his cover story, though, he could not help but lament the loss of his matted dreadlocks. They perhaps might have added to his disguise. But oh, two years on Dagobah had taken their toll. So, perhaps it was for the better. Regardless, he did his best to maintain the look of a socially awkward padawn who didn’t get out much. He smiled when people looked his way, nodded when he was mentioned, and kept close to his master’s side. Bright eyed, bushy tailed, and damn near excited by everything new. That was him, Jadero Lorruro, padawan extraordinaire. Jadero? Well, it wasn’t a name that he would have picked for himself, but his “master” had already spoiled a chance for him to come up with something on his own. At the very least, however, it was another name to add to his long list of aliases. The violet-gold hues of his eyes danced about the enclave as the small group was welcomed inside. Mouth held half agape in apparent awe, the young man definitely looked as though everything was new and exotic. For an added touch, Vaegir even let his eyes drift over the feminine forms of passing women, both jedi and non-jedi alike. The firrerreo himself wasn’t exactly a sexual being. Hell, he lacked a blind Neanderthal excitement that so many other males seemed to exhibit when it came to matters of the flesh. That was Vaegir Renor, though. Vaegir had standards, acquired tastes, even. He was now Jadero, inexperienced and uncorrupted youth that still could let his eyes wander from bosom to bosom with lightning speed without much thought as to whom they belonged. That, and the purpose of the exercise served doubly. Should any of these jedi try to read his thoughts as Furion often did, they’d only receive flashing images of a young man’s fantasies; not exactly the kind of thing that a cursory observer would care to indulge in too long lest they find themselves blushing. Dirty thoughts aside, ‘Jadero’ was proving to be an amusing persona.

So, this was it then. The real deal. The true start of his life as a Sith. Vaegir had expected months if not years of academy style training. Working in safe, controlled environments in which the only real danger was the chance of failure. It seemed, though, that Furion’s methods differed greatly from the young apprentice’s expectations. Well, perhaps that was not entirely true. Vaegir had long since abandoned expecting anything from Furion aside from the unexpected. The briefing was simple enough. In fact, it gave him a tingling sensation in his palms. The feeling one might get when standing at the edge of tall structure. The immediate and very real excitement brought on by the promised rush of adrenaline. Visions of old holo movies filled his head as he listened, the young man seeing himself as part of some team of experts come together to pull off a legendary heist. Who was he to be then? The knife man? The hacker? Maybe he was the face man? When we get in, Qaela and Vaegir will assume the relationship of Knight and Padawan. Qaela, you will be there to help guide Vaegir in selecting his first crystal. You two will be guided away from the main temple, down into the caverns where the crystals are pure and untouched. When you get far enough away from the group, take out your escorts. I will try to suppress your movements as best I can, but they will know something is off when you make your move. Yep, definitely the face man. “You mean… ‘take out’ as in… ‘knock out’ right?” Vaegir found himself asking aloud. He was not unaccustomed to violence, but he had never experienced it on a person to person basis. Many creatures had fallen to his blade or his spear, but that was purely a predator and prey survival scenario. This was full out infiltration and assassination. Understandably, the inexperienced Sith had issue with the idea of taking the life of another sentient. But in the end, it was going to be the jedi or himself, and the idea of death or capture was highly overrated. The knowing smirk from Furion was all he needed to answer his question. "Come along then, Padawan," “Behind you, master.” Vaegir replied, speaking in a well-practiced, upper class accent. It was something he and his friends used to do to make fun of the ‘nobles’ who arrived from the core worlds and often thought of themselves as having celebrity status on a distant planet like Firrerre. Indeed, Vaegir even referred to it as his ‘poncy’ voice. He made his way to Qaela’s side, dressed in his own Jedi garb. Robes were never something he had made habit of wearing. They felt very loose and light on the body. In fact, were it not for their obvious visual presence, he may have thought himself to be naked. Nudity aside, he took the opportunity to study his would-be master. They hadn’t had the chance to speak much in private, so any measure of apparent rapport between them would have to be fabricated. After all, a master and padawan needed to have some sort of chemistry between them. Then again, he was only playing off his knowledge of intrapersonal relationships. The Jedi could very well be a collection of wet blankets that merely tolerated each other’s existence. Regardless, Quaela was nice to look at. She at least appeared to be capable of holding her own. Were it to come to violence, she might not have to resort to ambush and surprise tactics as much as he. So, there was that.

Vaegir kept the pace with Lallu rather easily, his footfalls swift and honed from years of running and sprinting in the wilds. He kept at her heels, letting her lead the way back to her locker. Every passing corridor and hall was committed to memory, and with no time he had a working mental map of the station. Not all of it, but at least from the library to the dormitories and back again. Such information would prove useful with time, he knew. That, and it never hurt to know where your friends rested their head-tails. Somewhere along the way, though, the twi seemed to pull ahead with enough speed to not only reach their destination but also set about ordering an acolyte around. Something about gloves and fingerprint scanners and the like. This situation was growing more and more curious by the minute, all this tech, all the lack of details. It had Vaegir curious to say the least. "Anyway. C'mon Rez” His eyes grew dangerously narrow if for only a moment. That name was not one he shared with anyone. His true name, his birth name, the one that held any real significance to him. Having it used by someone who had yet to earn it fully was enough to spark a sudden flash of anger. Though, knowing the Sith ways, at least having an idea of them, he’d do his best to cover up such reactions in the future. He’d not want someone using his protectiveness of his name against him. “Vaegir, you mean.” He corrected rather swiftly, keeping himself calm. "We're heading off in a shuttle docked in shuttle bay 003. We are going to visit the tribe first, and then we'll take a small detour, get cleaned up and make an appearance at the ball. I don't know exactly what Furion wants with our presence there, but given that he gave us both retinal scanning contact lenses and finger print scanning contact sensors in our gloves, I assume he wants us to get to know the guests." “This field trip is getting more interesting with every second. Furion really has a lot of faith in us, it seems.” Granted, Vaegir did not truly mean that. Furion likely saw them as expendable, and his ‘faith’ was placed more in his ability to replace the both of them rather than trusting in their capabilities to pull off such a mission. But, Furion himself had said that he would not place them in situations that he knew they had no chance in. So maybe he did have a measure of trust in their abilities, and trust in their unworthiness should they fail. The trip to the shuttle bay was short enough. The pair made their way into the large, open space. The room was vastly different from their previous surroundings. It was large, spanning many, many meters in either direction. Of course, it had to be, given the size of what it housed, but having gone from tight-spaced corridors to a wide, open hangar was a rather abrupt adjustment to make. “How far a ride is it to this Harrun Kal, anyway?” It seemed fitting to ask. The purple and gold hues of the Firrerreo's eyes traversed the outside of their shuttle, marveling at its design. He had only ever traveled hyperspace a few times, the majority of which having happened since his release. Space itself was still all too new to him.

“You seem to have something against moving rocks.” "Don't get me wrong, I understood the lesson behind it when I had time to think. But... well... it's a bit of a story, really." He stated in response, not entirely wishing to tell the tale of his re-emergence into conscious reality. As far as he knew, his species may still be on the Galaxy's Most Wanted list, so best to keep things on the down low. “The important part here is that this code doesn’t seem like it is an overarching code. I mean, in a way, I could see that every Sith follows it in the end, but each path is different. Just because my brain virtually exploded with painful memories and these words mean something specific for me, doesn’t mean that if you don’t have the same reaction that you won’t or don’t have similar feelings. Haven’t you ever wanted to be free from something? What things do you struggle with?” "Well, when the time comes that I get a strong reaction to the code, I'd prefer my brain staying in one piece. But, I get it. I'd need time to mull it over. Time to actually give it some thought." Thought wasn't all that necessary, truly. The back of his mind was filled with painful memories, most of them relatively recent. The casual observer might look at him and notice nothing out of the ordinary, just a smug looking young man who likely needed a good punch to the face. But truly, beyond his at times jaunty exterior there laid a confused, scared, bitter, and angry soul just biding its time 'til it could finally lash out. But, such feelings were buried deep, hidden within his subconscious, leaving him a numb shell of himself. Inner reflection would have to wait, however, as the message from Furion played out rather plainly from the small speakers on the com device. Despite Lallu's expectations, Vaegir actually looked interested. At the very least they were headed somewhere with an atmosphere. Somewhere with power and electricity. A combination of those two things were greatly appreciated by the young Firrerreo. "We did just get here, yes. But, I'm ready for a field trip. Fresh air, all the comforts of home. Spend a year or so on Dagobah and you'll understand just what a difference running water can be." Came the quip of a response before he too was moving rather hurriedly. Granted, he owned next to nothing, and everything he needed was already on his person. But, it seemed an appropriate enough time for running. Everyone else was doing it, right?

It was with abject confusion that Rez initially viewed the odd display. The twi’lek simply fell to the floor as though struck over the head, and given his sheer lack of understanding of Sith ways, he could only begin to guess why. Perhaps she’d been struck by some unseen force, or some mystic had placed a curse on the immediate area. Maybe Furion was setting them up for some kind of test of mental strength. The poor acolyte was without any real answers. He placed a hand upon Lallu’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, squeezing her skin gently at first, though there was something stirring beneath the surface. Just as quickly as he had rushed to her aid, he drew his hand back, looking at his bare palm as though it had just rested atop a hot stove. Though instead of burned flesh he saw only his normal tanned skin. “Lallu… are you going to be…” he started to ask, though what had initially started as a mere pulse of power beneath the skin had begun to radiate from the woman’s body. “…I’ll just… be over here then….” On careful, measured steps he backed away, hands held up defensively as though to block out churning torrent of force that was building within the room. It was like nothing he had felt before, a palpable energy that grew only more and more potent with each passing second of the Twi’lek’s trance. Not even in his earlier encounters with Furion, the times before the man had become his master, had he been able to sense such disturbances. But now, now he felt them all about himself, anomalies in space and time that each apparent force user seemed to emit. It was as though the air about each such individual moved and danced as though over an open flame. Now Lallu was no different. Well… she was writhing about the floor in a state of panic. THAT was different. Having grabbed Raia by the collar of her shirt, he drug her back a few feet into the safety of the corridor. He knew not how dangerous such emotional rampages could be, but he was also unwilling to find out. Men and women swarmed to the Twi’lek, grabbing and gripping at her, trying to hoist her from the floor much as he himself had done. But to no avail, she was committed to her pain, committed to whatever it was that plagued her so. The Firrerreo watched on, chewing his lower lip in thought as he waited for the episode to pass. And pass it did. With time, the power began to wane and the acolytes and other such students began to back off. It seemed as though they would survive the day’s events after all. ----------------------------------- “That was really something.” “Yes. Yes it was.” Vaegir commented, still looking at her as though she could burst into flames without so much as a moment’s notice. “Apparently I have heard that code before. I don’t really know how easy it would be to explain, because I am not a master of the Sith and nor do I know exactly what the code preaches. However, I would guess that it means something for each individual. These words: Passion, Power, Victory, Strength, and Freedom. They resonate within all of us, but each of us has different definitions for them.” “Well, you would likely know better than I. All I remember is a few early training sessions about getting angry and moving objects with your mind. I tried a few times on Dagobah, but… nothing happened. No matter how much I yelled and screamed at inanimate objects, they didn’t seem to budge. I think I saw a branch wiggle once, though it could have just been the wind…” He paused, realizing he was rambling. “Well, the point I was getting to is that they’re all very central to Sith teachings. Passion… anger… emotion… such things grant us the power to move stuff… and through moving stuff I gain victory…” The young man nodded, feeling rather sage-like at the moment. Paraphrasing at its best.

"Alright, well nothing is going to happen with us just standing here. We need to get moving. Follow me." “Well, that’s not exactly true. Suns will continue to burn, children will be born billions of miles away, and I’m fairly certain that the air vents will continue to buzz no matter just how cross I may get with them…” he turned, staring rather accusingly at a nearby vent as though it had just paid grievous insult to his mother. For all he knew, it had. He didn’t speak vent, but oh, one day, one day he will master their language and then who will have the last laugh? Right. Another entry into the to-don’t list. “But yes, after you.” The young firrerreo fell in step behind the twi’lek after having made sure to guide the suspiciously quiet Raia along. The girl had fallen into an unsettling quiet state within the past few minutes, and having two years of no one to talk to, Vaegir was all too eager to have a conversation with someone other than his own thoughts. So, given that Raia was set on not speaking, he sped up a touch to walk alongside Llalu. Much as he had before, he’d likely spend the next few minutes of exploration chatting her ear, or those weird cone things on the side of her head, off. Through the station they wandered, watching as countless droids, technicians, and other workers mulled about to fulfill countless tasks. Faces came and went, corridors changed in layout, but overall most of the station seemed very similar. Furion must have wanted to test the minds and memories of his sith. It was when they reached a turbolift that any real progress seemed to be made. The stars whisked by as the lift carried them into another hub. The training hub, to be exact. “…and that’s when I discovered the importance of airing out your boots at the end of the day.” The trio came to a stop upon reaching the archives. It was a modest room in size, but it had its fair share of terminals and other data-displays that gave interested students places to read up and learn the lore of the Sith. But, what caught the eyes of the newly entered group the most, however, was a sizable plaque with a series of inscriptions emblazoned on its face. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me. Vaegir wasted no time in wandering closer, his eyes traversing the phrases time and time again, attempting to draw in their meaning. “It’s oddly poetic. For Sith, I mean.”

“…maybe the code is to a… a...” Vaegir quickly falls silent, a glance toward Llalu having caught him off guard. Now, he was male, and still fairly young. Two years had gone by in which he hadn’t so much heard a woman, let alone seen one. Suddenly, though, the room he was standing in had an increase in its nude female population. Moments pass before the young firrerreo has to shake his head to refocus his thoughts. He was staring, but he did eventually snap his gaze in a different direction entirely. Instead, he was now facing the dull grey metal plating of Llalu’s wall. “I wonder how they get it so grey. Maybe… there’s a painting process… or something…” he mused aloud, cupping his chin between his thumb and forefinger to assume proper ponder posture. “I think he means the Sith code, but he never told me what it was.” A glance over his shoulder revealed that the coast was clear once more, and Llalu had returned to a far more decent state. “Oh…so… ‘code’ as in… slogan… or… set of rules?” He asked, head tilted to one side as he regards the Twi’lek. “I had thought the Sith wouldn’t be so keen on rules, given their ‘get angry and move rocks’ mentality.” Vaegir, admittedly, had an odd introduction to the ways of the Force. “I suggest we check the library. Now that I have some actual clothes on the walk won’t be as rough.” The smirk on Llalu’s face only caused Rez to flush a light shade of red. She must have noticed his awkward staring and subsequent turnabout. Rude. Though there was something about the casual way in which she changed in front of he and Raia that made him wonder if she was even aware of the social implications behind being naked in front of new acquaintances. Regardless, he knew more about Llalu than he had previously. “Yes, I suppose that’d be the most ideal place to look. No doubt if it’s the Order’s rules, then we’ll find them hanging up somewhere.” Without wasting any more time concerning himself with the vision of Llalu’s body, Vaegir took up the twi’lek’s trail, following along at her heels.

((Vaegir’s actually more of a tan, or bronze-ish than he is gold colored. But, s’all goodio)) His footfalls hit the floor at an even pace, keeping on the Twi’lek’s heels as she wandered deeper into the station. He’d not had much of a tour beforehand, so at least with their small group they wouldn’t get too terribly lost within the sprawling, chaotic corridors. That’s what concerned him most, getting lost in this maze of predators. He was only a minor blip on the radar by comparison to some of the far larger blips that bleeped and blooped their ways around the halls, holding power far greater than he could ever have imagined. Thankfully, though, his master was the biggest blip of them all, so perhaps that would offer him a small measure of protection. If not… well… he’d have to bloop some blips right back off the map. Even the most powerful of beings could be outwitted or lured into a false state of security. All this talk of bleeps is neither here nor there at the moment, however. With a wave over his shoulder, Vaegir signals for Raia to follow along as their excursion to Lallu’s bunk continues. The purple-gold hues of his eyes snap from left to right, taking in every detail. He’d never been good with things like street names, but he knew his landmarks well enough. Even on this uniform metal plating, there were subtle details that made certain areas distinct from others. Perhaps it was a specific scuff or scratch, or a minor thin spot in the paint. Oh, yes, with time, this maze will no longer prove to be as imposing as initially thought. "Master Furion said I was supposed to learn a code or something. Do you know what he meant by that?" “I’d assume there’s a great many codes to learn in a place like this, big… mechanical space facility that it is. But, from what I saw, most of the doors don’t have locks, so maybe the code is to something specific, like… like… erm… the… armory?” Honestly, the Firrerreo had never heard of any sort of code. His knowledge of the Sith was limited only to what little he’d experienced already, and that was summed up in the idea that Sith were angry space-wizards. Powerful, angry space-wizards. With a shrug, he looked to Lallu, thinking she would know better than himself.

“Names have power.” That they do. Such a concept was nothing new to the young man whose people rarely if ever gave their true names to anyone. Llalu was preaching to the choir, as it were. Vaegir’s name, his true name, was the only possession he had left. “Sounds neat, sorry I had to rip you away from a life of such excitement.” “Well, it wasn’t as exciting for the first year. But, when you spend enough time alone… then the voices start to kick in and you’re never alone again. They say funny things from time to time. Tell you stories. Lead you around the wilds in search of some sort of hidden transmitter or other way off the planet. One time, there was even a tale of a cache of old nerf hides. Trust me, it’s best not to believe such stories. Their sources aren't the most credible.” All the while the firrerreo kept a straight face, though he did let a slight, twisted sort of grin worm its way along his lips. “I need my training clothes for starters. It won’t be long before this dress is nothing but a handful of seams clinging on for-” “I’m sure there are worse things than...” "I am sorry to interrupt, but I was sent to speak to Lallu and Vaegir by the Dark Lord. I am Raia Selik." Vaegir paused, turning to acknowledge the newcomer before he can finish whatever remark he had in mind. Granted, it’s not as though he was about to say anything lewd, but it may have been borderline, so in a way, this Raia person may have done him a favor. “Yes, that would be us, indeed. It’s nice to meet you, Raia. I see the Sith have welcomed you in typical Sith fashion” he said in regard to the bloody battles that so many new apprentices had to participate in. He put on a friendly face, that odd, twisting grin giving way to one that seemed far more natural and far less mad.

Vaegir’s expression remained as jovial as ever. It may have been speculated that his grin was simply his resting facial expression with as often as he kept it up. “Vaegir Renor, though I would have thought Furion gave you my name before he sent you to fetch me.” The young man reached out, grasping Llalu’s offered hand and giving it a firm shake. He was keenly aware of the value of first impressions. Granted, this was his second meeting with the Twi’lek, but something felt distinctly different. It had been established that she wasn’t simply a one-time acquaintance if Furion’s use of the term ‘sister’ was any indication. Either way, he was quite sure to keep his grip strong about hers, unwilling to give an impression of weakness of character or of physical strength. “Thank you, by the way, for giving me the pick-up. As much as I’d enjoy living out the remainder of my life on a swamp planet…. I feel I have more to gain now that I’m off of it. Odd, I know. My only regret is that I didn’t have time to tell the glow sloths ‘goodbye.’ Odd creatures. Glowing bellies. Judgemental expressions. But quite friendly when they’ve come to realize your face isn’t food.” Rambling on as he did, Vaegir came to realize a few things. He was in a good mood. It had been years since last he can remember an emotion other than anger, regret, or fear. The change, grudgingly, was likely due to Furion’s influence. It gave the firrerreo a pause once the realization hit him. Though, ever in control of his expressions and his thoughts, the conflicted feelings didn’t show upon his face. “A pleasure to meet you on a more official basis. Now, tell me, what do a pair of charming young sith do with a space station at their disposal and what appears to be a good amount of free time?”

The re-introduction to eating for pleasure as opposed to pure necessity hit the young man in ways he was hardly used to. The flavors, the textures, the sheer opulence of it all. The once mound of various foods upon his plate disappeared into his maw at speeds that would make even the most corpulent of hutts proud. There were several times in which he let his near-feral nature get the best of him, elongated canines ripping into meat and bread as though they were fresh kills. Granted, Vaegir wasn’t trying very hard to conceal his heritage, though it was only when his fangs showed that any non-human traits were made distinct. The others around him seemed to pay him mind. A few may have giggled at the beastial display, though should the firrerreo’s gaze meet there’s, the laughter was quickly stopped. “Bleh….” Vaegir let out a relieved gasp, leaning back in his seat. His stomach was full for the first time in years. The contrast to the day before was not lost upon him. For two years he had spent his time with what felt like a perpetually empty belly, and it could be days between meals. Here, food lay in abundance and he didn’t have to kill anything in the process of acquiring it. A minute or so passed with him sitting back and simply taking in his surroundings again. The odd chatter of fellow neophytes and apprentices met his ears, though he picked out nothing of any real significance. A life of hunting and constant activity had taken its toll on his ability to sit still, well… that and the creepy-uncle shoulder pat he received from Sheog made him anxious for something to do, so he could remain seated for only so long. Without a word he slipped to his feet and onto the open floor. The gold-ringed hues of his eyes scanned the room, looking for a distraction. It was then that he noticed the familiar black-skinned form of the Twi’lek reemerging from the depths of Furion’s chambers. Paying little attention to personal space he proceeded to march his way right up to her. “So… now that we’re going to be associates of sorts… perhaps you should grace me with your name?” he greeted her, letting his features take on a charming smile.

“Oh, hey, Furion wants to…” Vaegir addressed the dark skinned twi’ as he passed into the corridor. She didn’t answer. “… right… good talk.” With a shrug he continued on his way, paying no heed to the woman and her perpetual silent treatment. His feelings on the twi’lek were mixed. She was indeed his rescuer, though she came at Furion’s behest. She remained closed off and unwilling to so much as engage in even the smallest of small talk. Hell, Vaegir didn’t even know her name. But yet, part of him wasn’t ready to write her off entirely. Some small part of him wanted to consider her some sort of…. Friend? Acquaintance? Regardless, she was the only person aside from Furion that he knew aboard this station, and Furion had just made it clear their relationship was not one based on friendship. Realistically she’d prove to be little more than a rival. This he knew. This he had to keep telling himself even as he made his way back to the gathering of Sith. Shouldn’t be surprised. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The air in the ball room seemed altogether different. The scent of blood and sweat had indeed tainted the air, but there was something else that caught his attention. FOOD! In his haste and fury he had neglected the overflowing feast that lay only a few yards away. The smell of succulent meats and fruits gripped at his senses, drawing him closer with its siren song of flavor. Two years with little to eat but moss and half-cooked meat had left his tastes adjusted to survival mode. Food had been fuel, pure and simple. Now... now it was something to be cherished and enjoyed. Now… food was an art form. Each footfall carried him closer to his goal. A plate was scooped up from a nearby table. A fork as well. Finally he stood before what had previously been something that existed only in his wildest of hunger-inspired dreams. Every other dish was piled onto his plate before he made his way to a seat. Despite his careless indulgence, he’d not let his joy lull him into a false sense of security. He chose a place amidst a number of newcomers, their timid eyes and youthful behavior seemed more fitting to someone such as himself. To be perpetually youthful, at least when compared to a human’s shorter life span, could be both a blessing and a curse. In this case, it allowed him to blend in as just another young potential. Well, that, and it made his sudden, urgent need to shovel food into his fanged maw all the more acceptable…. Sort of.

Vaegir's shaking fingers closed about the familiar handle of his knife like it was the hand of a dying friend. Seeing it shoved so fiercely into solid stone had indeed worried him that it might be destroyed. His relief was evident, however, as he realized it was more or less unscathed. The blade's value was purely sentimental at this point, considering he could likely get it replaced with any manner of cutlery within a matter of minutes (and in all likelihood he would do just that). A short motion of his arm has the knife replaced on his belt and the young man found himself eye to eye with his new master. "None... master..." he said the word 'master' as though it was part of some alien tongue. The uneasiness he felt when saying it was quite visible in his overall body language, then again, nothing about his little chat sat well with him. As far as he was concerned, his old life was long gone. Now, at least, he faced a whole new chapter. Perhaps this one would prove a bit more liberating than his past experiences. Most of them were rubbish, anyway, so all things considered this may very well be a high point. Nothing to lose, everything to gain A turn of his heel, a step toward the door, and Vaegir casts a glance back over his shoulder. He studies Furion a moment longer, considering just how much his view of the man had changed in a short span of minutes and just how much it will change in the future. But, despite the daunting tasks that likely laid in wait.... he found himself grinning. A challenge. A life worth living. Something productive to do with his time. The cost may be great, but so too is the potential payback. "You'll know where to find me, I'm sure."