SWTOR: Galaxy in Turmoil

Prologue: Imperial Fleet

Cyndirious POV:

Gotta say getting through customs was a nightmare. Baras must've forgotten to tell these guys I was his Sith apprentice or they never would've demanded that I give them my lightsaber. So instead I had to wait until they could confirm my identity, which took a long two hours, despite how advanced our society is.

After that was an enormous barrage of vendors, bounty hunters, Imperial troops, and quite a bit of Sith walking around. This place felt like a ticking time bomb. The group of Mandalorians didn't seem too welcoming either. I was tempted to buy myself a speeder but the thing is you need money, and the Toydarian species don't haggle. Unfortunately the shop was out in the open so I couldn't "persuade" it without getting arrested.

"Well Cyn, we have about twelve hours before our flight to Dromund Kaas, what do you want to do?" Vette said looking excited.

"Take a nap." Feeling like I had earned the rest.

"Really? On this big ass station where there's so much to do you would rather take a nap?" Yeah sorry Vette, this tired Sith doesn't want to do anything.

"Hey, Korriban has me exhausted."

"So…?"

"So, when people are exhausted they tend to want to sleep, like I do right now." Any logical person would have agreed with me.

"Do you even know how to have fun?"

"Sure I do." Now that was a lie, I haven't had fun for the past twelve years of my life, not since Coruscant anyways.

"Well whether you want to sleep or not this isn't exactly the best place to do it. I will drag you to a bar if I have to." I guess even people without the Force can feel the tension in this place.

I'm kinda surprised there's only one cantina on this station, it's not like it's small however. Anyway Vette decided to buy herself a few shots of Vodka and I bought a Root Beer, it would do no good to arrive at Dromund Kaas drunk, I fear to imagine what Baras might do if I embarrassed him.

"Yo Cyn, wanna take this collar off, as a sign of gratitude for all my hard work on Korriban? Not that I don't enjoy the perpetual fear of electrocution." I gotta say if she had this tone with anyone else that collar likely would've stayed on.

"You've earned it Vette but you are still apart of my plans." I say as I take the collar off.

"Oh well now I feel stupid for not asking sooner. Don't worry I'll try not to give you a reason to slap that thing back on me, it was starting to chafe."

"Neither the collar nor your slavery were my idea Vette."

"I hear ya, just another day in the Empire, whoopee! Well I'm not in prison or anything… so uh what happens now?" Well now would be a good time to let me take a nap, I wanted to say.

I went for a more sarcastic approach, "You and me, working together, taking down the Galaxy, what do you think?"

"What? Yeah of course… me and my buddy the Sith, nobody's gonna pick on me at school." Uh huh ok works for me.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"Cyn, I need another round." Like I was going to stop her, looking back on what happened next I probably should've. That's when I sensed Reshnar's presence just as he walked into the cantina obviously pissed about something. Remember how I said this place was a ticking time bomb, yeah, I felt like Reshnar was going to be the detonator.

Reshnar POV:

"Bah, typical empire! For such a warring nation, why must they have a customs station on this bloody ship I'll never know!" I continue to sip my drink, and there I go again talking to myself, the alcohol must be getting to me, it has been so long since I've had a proper drink.

"I never understood why you Zabrak like to drink." Val starts, sitting next to me, drinking what I'm assuming is water.

"It's the habit of many species in this galaxy, it relaxes some and makes others happy, I figure your previous master did not drink?"

Val stares at me for a second, considering his words and possible memories of the time when he followed Naga Sadow. It would be no surprise to me if he didn't, the true sith did not express much for otherworldly emotions or stupidity that followed drinking, all they needed was hatred and destruction to keep them happy, something I would be fine with if it wasn't for a need of other entertainment.

"Hold that thought for now Khem, I think it's time we take this trip to the next level."

Khem immediately changes his expression, whether it is excitement or worry I cannot tell.

"Master, you don't mean?"

"Ohohohoh yes, I do mean that."

….

"Strippers! Strippers everywhere!" I say as I walk down the stairs, drooling as I observe the various workers within the club. Neon lights, mostly naked women of different races, the smell of sex in the air, dancing, perverts, pulsing music, it was all there. It's as if I'm in heaven.

Val looks around nervously, not quite sure he's been in this sort of environment before either.

"Master, this environment, I do not believe it suits me." Val finally says, embarrassed to say it as he stares up the leg of one of the dancers in the center of the room.

"Val, if it does not suit you, you are more than welcome to stand outside, just don't eat the beautiful bodies on your way out."

"Very well master, I shall wait for you outside in the hallway, please do not take forever, we have a task at hand."

"Whatever, ya big bastard. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a stripper over there that needs my attention and money."

I don't pay attention to Khem leaving, instead, I begin making long strides towards the high heeled human dancing near a corner booth, this is gonna be fun.

3rd POV:

"Hey, isn't that the big monster thing Reshnar drags around, the one that grunts for sport?" Vette asks to Cyndirious, very drunk from the previous outing and walking down a corridor towards the strip club.

"Yeah I saw them earlier Vette. Let's go talk to him, I hear his kind are especially violent." Cyndirious said sarcastically. Of course, Vette was already running in zig zags towards the Deshade, Cyndirious followed after Vette, keeping a hand close to her lightsaber should things go south.

"Hello there, you big monster." Vette begins, not paying a single bit of attention to her words, or where she's walking as she just tripped on her own feet.

"My name is Khem Val, I am a warrior of the Sith, you should know, I do not take kindly to insults."

"Well shit, Vette, way to flick the bear on the nose." Cyndirious breathed in, some worry in her voice as she shoved Vette out of the way before Val could do anything to her, not that he was likely to do so.

"Insulting me is not wise Twi'lek, my master would find many things to do with one as squishy as you," Val finally says, anger in his voice, tension in his hands, a reminder of his want of bloodshed much like the good old days with his previous master.

"Yeah, I know your master, I sensed him a while ago when we were in the cantina, she imagined Val knew Reshnar was a moron but there had to be a reason for why he followed him around like a slave. However, she was not about to take the Deshade too serious yet considering how he was a servant, potentially dangerous, yes, but a servant nevertheless.

"Woah, bitches, if you're gonna have a fight amongst words and insults, you forgot the biggest contestant to that challenge." Reshnar finally appears from the door to the strip club, a rag in his hand, a smile upon his face. One could only guess what he did, but the effect obviously put him in a wondrous mood.

Disgusted by his appearance, Cyndirious took a step back and shook her head, getting the rather disturbing thoughts out of her head. That was saying something because she had seen and done some pretty messed up things in life even before becoming Sith.

"Reshnar, if I had any interest in fighting with you, we'd be here all day debating your stupidity alone." Cyndirious began smirking, keeping a close eye on Vette and her drunken form.

"I thought I sensed you here, thought it was the alcohol." Reshnar ignoring Cyndirious' snide remark.

"Really now? I thought you'd be too busy with your stripper to notice anything else." Cyndirious

replies, finally lighting the fuse.

"Her name was Latavia, thank you, and she wasn't with me for very long, so I've been paying attention to everything." A sense of calmness could be felt around Reshnar, an almost pure form of egotism radiating from his words.

Cyndirious, taken back by Reshnar's calmness, moves back a little.

"Well aren't you the picture of boring."

"Satisfied suits me better, you're seeing a relaxed Reshnar, something you will not see often."

"Oh, I see, well, I'm sure Lord Zash would be upset to know you aren't always a crazy maniac."

"It is rather bizarre of you, master, she unfortunately has a point there." Val finally says, wishing to break his silence and escape this awkward conversation.

"It's just as awkward for Cyndirious, she's been a tired bitch." Vette says, getting the last coherent sentence out before she collapses.

"Well that saves me from shutting her up myself." Cyndirious says with some relief. She really had been getting a bit annoyed by Vette's drunken state.

"Shut the hell up! Who do think I am Val, an idiot?" Reshnar says, fuse finally lit and slowly traveling towards the bomb.

"Yes." Val says, little to no sympathy in his voice.

"You're lucky I'm not in the mood for bloodshed." Reshnar snarls, the egotism lost from his voice, the fuse pausing for a brief time.

"Does this happen often between you two?" Cyndirious asks, wishing to instigate a fight, why not she wanted some entertainment.

"What?" asks Reshnar confused by the sudden question.

"The whole insulting each other back and forth, which eventually just winds down to empty threats of stupidity." Cyndirious inquiries.

"Don't you have a shuttle to catch?" Reshnar says sarcastically, trying to change the conversation.

"Nah, I can fucking fly bitch!" Cyndirious quips.

Reshnar shakes his head, only being able to retort using "well played," Val did not think highly of the quip either.

"Fuck it, Vette and I are boarding a ship to Dromund Kaas soon, Darth Baras wants us to do some chores for him." Cyndirious says finally, wishing to bring the conversation to a serious note. She knew when to stop pursuing something that would not happen.

"Well, it would appear our destinies are intertwined then, Val and I are also travelling to Dromund Kaas for more bloodshed."

"Oh nice, what's new," Cyndirious retorts, not excited for what that implies.

"Do not worry Cyndirious, I'll make sure Val does not consume you and your Twi'lek friend on the shuttle ride over." With a big grin on his face, Reshnar begins walking towards the market, Val following not too far behind.

"The only thing I worry about is Baras thinking I'm expendable." Cyndirious snarls, turning around to pick up Vette and carry her off somewhere to recuperate and for her to rest for a few hours before their shuttle was ready to go.

Cyndirious POV:

"Dammit Vette! You have to make my life unnecessarily difficult don't you." I said as I was rushing to the launch zone for our shuttle to Dromund Kaas. "This is why I don't get so drunk I pass out." I growled to myself, carrying a limp body is not easy they are very heavy and are hard to carry.

As I walked to the shuttle I was greeted by a TZ protocol droid. "Identification."

"Cyndirious Zumalae." I said still carrying Vette over my shoulder.

"Accessing Imperial database. Inputting Zumalae, Cyndirious. Data acquired. Age: 17. Homeworld: Dathomir. Facial scanner activation. Facial scanning confirmed. Identification confirmed. Estimated time of departure in 5 minutes. Estimated time of arrival in 1 rotation. Your departure location is Dromund Kaas. Have a pleasant flight." Why didn't they have a droid like this at customs, that was much faster than those idiots.

When I got into the shuttle I was surprised at how much room there was available and not only that but also how comfortable the seating was, leather seats. Like a normal person I laid Vette on the cold floor and laid across five leather seats. Finally I was going to get my nap and no one was going to stop me.

But sleep doesn't necessarily mean peace. Usually it's the same nightmares I've relived, over and over. Sometimes I wanted the nightmares to remember what I once was, but some nights it just just brought pain of what I had lost. This nap wasn't much different.

Reshnar POV:

"Was it really necessary to leave on a different shuttle?" Val asks, staring at the group of humans who happened to be boarding the shuttle. I myself don't sense anything wrong with them.

"Bah, must you always question everything I do! Yes it was necessary, there was something unsettling about Cynndirious back at the strip club, like a form of hatred was being conjured from the words of which was spoken that moment." I say, still thinking the conversation over through every word.

"Did I just sense a taste of fear within your being master? A true Sith should not know fear, however, I do agree, hatred could be found in Cyndirious's words. Perhaps they were not aimed towards us, but the effects shot out of her with every sentence." Val says, a taste of curiosity coming from his being. It is reassuring to know I wasn't the only one to sense it, perhaps there is more use for Khem than I anticipated.

"Perhaps you are right, it is possible I'm overreacting to this sudden trend, but for now, we must keep an eye on her, if we're lucky, we might be able to get the jump on them if they pull anything later on." I still feel confident in my situation, nothing should happen, but with anything, one should always have several backup plans. Who knows what Dromund Kaas has in store for us, Lord Zash never specified what I should expect once I land.

"Come now then," I say, staring at the customs droid coming towards us. "Let's get this crap over with so we can be on our way."

This is pretty much a shore leave piece after Korriban. So yeah there's a bar, Cartel Bizzare, nightclub in the VIP place, bounty hunters, strippers, gangs (possible addition), and a lot of vendors. Also, a way to refuel though you don't have to ingame.

Onward to Dromund Kaas.

-Darth Lakob32

-Lord Reyems