Logged Sept. 7, 2001
Logged by Ashton
Titled:  Krather Meeting
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Characters: 
Asthon 
Rruka
Malus Sa'Vath 
Ba'Sha Sa'Vath
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Malus Sa'Vath
Standing before you is a dark figure, he looks to be roughly 6 feet tall, 
his face is darkly tanned with piercing hawk yellow eyes. His black hair is cut 
short and lays flat. As your gaze shifts downward he is wearing what appears to 
be polished black leather blast armor, the short sleeves are cuffed in silver. 
There is a fur cloak draped over the shoulder clasped with a broach made of 
silver with a "K" made of ruby inlaid jewels. His arms are well defined and 
tanned dark as his face, he wears black leather gloves that come up to the 
forearm. As your gaze continues downwards he is wearing a black leather belt 
with a black cylinder hanging from the belt. He is wearing black matte leather 
pants with black matte, calf high boots.

Ba'sha Sa' Vath
A tall man of 6'3 and bulky frame greets your eyes, body firm and tight, 
his skin (the little bit visible) is all white, the deep white of snow or paper 
and completely and totally without flaw. Black gloves cover his hands and wrists 
where not covered by the sleeve. His eyes are hard, aged beyond their years by a 
struggle to survive, and by an inner fire that seems to consume every part of 
him, what fuels this inner fire...who can say? His clothes consist of a tight 
and form-fitting black shirt, drawing itself over the contours of his upper body 
and seeming to accentuate every muscle. The pants are a fitting but not tight 
black material, seemingly durable and again drawing attention to the musculature 
that is there, as if framing his body for others to admire at. A cape falls 
gently back over his shoulders as he stands tall, shoulders wide across and his 
bearing that of a born leader, the cape billows with his movements as if of his 
own accord, and when he settles down it wraps around his backside lovingly like 
another skin.

Ashton
        A powerfully built man whose eyes and smile coincide with his young and 
athletic-looking physique. Averaging these two factors, a guess that the human 
male is somewhere in his early twenties is close to accurate. His light brown, 
almost sandy-brown hair is just longer than collar-length with a slight wave at 
the bottom as if it's starting to curl. He has light hazel eyes, more green than 
brown, but this changes with his mood or outlook. He is rather average in 
height; no more than five foot ten inches tall.
        Ashton is wearing a worn-looking, gray flight jacket, made of a soft 
nerfhide. The jacket is light enough to wear indoors and still seems like it 
could withstand the elements rather well. Under the jacket is a collared shirt, 
designed in a muted shade of blue. His pants are black and tucked into a pair of 
comfortable-looking shin-high boot.

Rruka
A smallish Trianii is this rather cheery black and white feline. His eyes 
are a brilliant, green-gold hidden in a black cap that extends around the top of 
his head. A white blaze is perfectly positioned between his eyes. His lower face 
is purest white except for his black nose and a few large freckles of black 
around his chin. His fur appears slightly long but baby fine. Other markings are 
hidden beneath a tunic of a soft slate gray. White hands appear out of the folds 
of the darker slate robe. More black freckling shows on the clawed fingers. A 
few blotches appear on the wrists. At his small feline feet are soft boots that 
soften his step and give him a more civilized look. His black ears have a slight 
tuft to them. His whiskers are bright white and stand out on the black cap 
pattern of his head fur.

Chance's Cantina -- Trade City 
        The metallic music of a quartet band is the first thing you notice when 
you enter the Cantina. The interior is circular, and the floor is crowded with 
round tables and chairs. Along one wall is the bar, complete with stools and a 
pudgy, disgruntled looking bartender. Aliens, humans, and creatures of every 
stripe imaginable mill about the Cantina, which is crowded at all hours, day or 
night. Indeed, it is dimly lighted in here, and once inside, it is hard to tell 
what time of day the outside world is experiencing. The din of conversation is 
all around, as people speak in dozens of different languages and drink all 
manner of exotic beverages.

Marcus is seated at the bar by himself, having a quiet drink, looking around 
briefly from time to time.

A dark figure slowly enters the cantina. He has his cloak wrapped tight with the 
hood up. The man roughly 6 feet tall, walks gracefully over to the bar and in 
hushed tones orders, "Give me Water with a touch of Sandfire."

An ordinary-looking human male enters the bar a few minutes after Sa'Vath. The 
young man looks like a privateer or perhaps even a smuggler, aside from the fact 
that he carries no visible weapon. He makes no attempt to visually mask his 
entrance, although he does throw a glance towards where Sa'Vath stands. Is this 
the one whom Rendafar fought last night? He really had no idea, but if it was, 
the Noghri was a fool. He recognizes the Sith from the encounter on Nar Belsa, 
but doesn't know if the Sith would remember him if he saw him.

Malus Sa'Vath senses, "Ashton enters as barely a tremble in the Force - no more 
or less than any other sentient being. (OOC: he is using his strongest gift in 
the Force: Force Hide, and it really wouldn't be an effort for him since he's 
been doing it so often in his life.) Feel free to detect if you want.... 
Extremely hard I would think since he's so skilled in this... but is willing to 
discuss :)"

Rruka is drinking hot chocolate and appearing mildly...out of it.

Malus Sa'Vath accepts his drink from the bartender and slides a few republic 
credits to him, any one noticing would be surprised at the large tip, or was 
this man ignorant of the customs, anyhow the bartender seemed happy. The dark 
stranger then proceeds to find a table and sits casually glancing around the 
cantina as he sips his drink.

Rruka grins in a funny way. He begins to purr rather loudly and lick the edges 
of the cup. Must be some good hot chocolate. He relaxes and begins to feel at 
peace with everyone in the bar...even the miscreants. He mrrs softly.

Ashton spots the Trianni nearby and alters his course to where Rruka sits. He 
doesn't sit, but he does stop in front of the table, casting a quick glance at 
the bar with curiosity. What in the stars would bring /him/ here to this frigid 
backwater planet? He furrows his brow, but not out of irritation. Well, maybe 
some irritation in that he couldn't understand the arrival of the Sith warrior 
here... not while Ashton had an Acolyte sitting in the bar alone. "Rruka," he 
says, almost mildly as he stops in front of the table. "Where are the others?"

Marcus turns his head towards Rruka as he begins to purr and then he grins 
lightly as the Trianni licks the glass, "I'm not too sure, but I think they make 
chocolate glasses." Marcus says with a joking tone.

Rruka looks at Ashton and smiles, "Oh them? I don't know...they're drinking 
before...I'm liking hot chocolate...they are talking? I think?"

Malus Sa'Vath pulls his cloak around him a little tighter, seemingly 
uncomfortable in this frigid environment. Deciding its not to his liking he 
slows his breathing and closes his eyes for a moment, he suddenly seems flush 
with color and relaxes his grip on his cloak. Smiling now he takes a big sip of 
his drink.

Marcus turns his attention back to his drink after someone joins the Trianni. He 
takes a sip of his drink and then just stares at it as he thinks.

Ashton senses the change in the Force around Sa'Vath and raises an eyebrow 
curiously as he straightens, turning slightly to where the Sith is, at the bar. 
From Rruka's table, they are a good 12 feet away, and slightly further away from 
the bar itself. Sparing a glance at Rruka, the Knight in street clothing frowns 
slightly. "Why did they leave you here? I thought you were assisting Moira in 
her data gathering?" He doesn't look back at Sa'Vath, but Ashton's shoulders do 
slump a bit as he relaxes, leaning forward on the back of the chair in front of 
him.

Malus Sa'Vath senses, "Ashton, obviously decides that hiding his Force presence 
is not necessary or something and you begin to feel him release the Hide. You 
sense him long before the Hide fades away. A definite presence in the Force."

Rruka continues to purr and suddenly snatches out a hand to Ashton to try and 
pull him close into a hug, "I love you Ashton!" Yup he's such a happy feline. 
Everything is good, he's at a meditative calm and his dear Ashton is close. How 
could life not be better?

Rruka senses, "Ashton, up to this point has been hiding his force Presence... 
now he seems to stop using Force Hide and his strength in the Force is clearly 
detectable for all Force Users in the area"

Malus Sa'Vath's smile turns into the frown as he notices something a little 
different in his surroundings, he turns to find the disturbance that has 
interrupted his drink. Looking back at the table his eyes widen slightly as he 
recognizes the face of a Jedi, quietly he mutters, "Great, just what I need."

Ashton lays a hand lightly onto Rruka's shoulder. "I know..." his grin is 
slightly mischievous and he feels the peace settling over him like a warm 
blanket. Once again, he is exposed to a dark presence and does not fear it. He 
had faced that fear long ago and by the Force he had conquered it. He knows that 
now that he has revealed his Force presence to the Sith that a confrontation 
could be in the making, but he didn't believe it was necessary. He steps away 
from Rruka a few steps. "And that's all of the chocolate for you today, too..."

Rruka purrs a little more and nods, "Yeah...I was thinking that when the cup 
starts floating away from ya...that I should stop...." He appears to be a happy 
drunk.

Malus Sa'Vath turns his attention back to his drink. He doesn't seem to care 
that he has sensed another of the Jedi that the Thethu seem so intent on 
deceiving, not his concern. He takes another drink from his glass till its 
empty. He turns to the bartender, "Another...." his demeanor a little darker. He 
seems to push out with his dark powers, not prodding physically, but mentally 
with a dark intensity he hopes will annoy the Jedi.

Rruka feels the darkness and grins a bit more. He looks over in Malus' 
direction, "Awww do ya need a hug too?" He starts to stand to head in that 
direction.

It takes quite a bit to rile Ashton and although the power emanating from 
Sa'Vath is more than he's been exposed to before from Bane or Malign, it cannot 
overwhelm the peace the Force has granted him. Still, he's curious as to what 
brings the attention of the Sith to this backwater world. His hand comes up, 
stopping Rruka in place when his hand is planted in the center of the Trianni's 
chest. "No Rruka... don't bother the gentleman." The tone is authoritative, yet 
gentle. He turns his attention to the Acolyte. "We should actually head back to 
Perave. I have some things I need you to take care of for me... " Yeah, like 
number one is learning to purge toxins from his body so the alcohol will purge 
from his system.

Marcus skulls down the rest of his drink and waves over the bartender, "Give me 
another, would ya." He glances at the Trianni again, wondering how in the hell 
he got drunk off hot chocolate.

A typical response from these Jedi types thinks Malus. He turns in his chair and 
smiles at Ashton, "Leaving so soon?" His grin is ever so mischievous. "Seems 
that you and I meet to often for enemies on different sides of the line."

Rruka purrs a little more, "Awww we have to leave now? Aww okay." He smiles at 
Malus. "Hi my name is Rruka, what's yours? Can we be friends?" He tries to put 
his arm around Ashton; "This is my friend Ashton...he's helping to teach me 
stuff."

Ashton arches an eyebrow long before even turning to face the Sith at the bar. 
However, he also does not seem concerned or angry. Probably even more sickening 
is that he looks quite at peace, aside from the obvious curiosity on his face. 
"We're enemies?" This notion seems to perplex the Jedi completely. "I didn't 
know there was a 'line' or sides here. I have no quarrel with you, warrior." His 
tone is respectful and he even inclines his head to Sa'Vath, but does not bow. 
He would use what he learned from his exposure to Bane - but he would not give 
any indication to the Sith that he was anything other than respectful.

Marcus places on hand inside his vest, he has that feeling that there is about 
to be trouble after what Malus said. He carefully watches the proceedings in the 
mirror behind the bar.

Malus Sa'Vath smiles at Ashton, "Do you not oppose the subjugation of the Teta 
System that my brethren has undertaken? Does your Republic not hold a non-
aggression pact with those traitorous Thethu? Doesn't Malign's actions and the 
aforementioned ones draw that line? Or does your faulty perception of the force 
perceive those to be misguided actions of uninformed individuals? Please do 
tell, as I fail to see your logic?" Malus never looses his friendly smile, his 
use of dark powers also seem to recede as he takes on a friendlier persona.

Rruka starts hiccuping after a moment. He then looks at Malus and purrs again. 
"Can't we all just be friends? We should all hug and become one with the 
force...all that nice peace and love and hugging and scritching...we'll ALL be 
happy."

Ashton does not seem surprised that Sa'Vath chooses to speak rather than 
immediately attack. For one, the Sith and Jedi knew too little about one 
another. Any positive interaction with the other 'side' offered the chance at 
expanded knowledge. For the Sith, this might be knowledge to combat the Jedi. 
For the Jedi, it was the ultimate quest: the search for knowledge. Taking a 
moment, he cups Rruka's elbow and moves him to a nearby barstool. "Water," he 
directs the bartender... indicating it was for Rruka. He doesn't say a word to 
the Acolyte and returns his attention to Sa'Vath. "If I were to search my 

emotions, I'd probably be outraged by the slavery of the Tetan people." He 
shrugs, "But there is an order in the Force and slaves have their place in your 
society, so they live on." Such a response would probably not win any points 
with Kastanje though.

Rruka senses, "Ashton gently in instructs you to sit down as he touches your 
elbow. At the same time, a warm tingling can be felt throughout your midsection 
and parts of your brain. Even after he lets go, the sensation remains. The 
affects of the chocolate will slowly fade away from you in two rounds... you'll 
feel more in control the next round and almost back to normal the round after 
that"

Malus Sa'Vath smiles at Rruka, "That we may be, in the future. When these dark 
times have subsided." Malus the turns at Ashton's words, his smile seems to 
droop a little as a look of confusion takes its place, he then smiles again, 
"You speak a pretty word, but skirt the issue, my friend. If I may call you 
that." Malus turns in his chair as the two have a seat at the bar. "True the 
hold a place in our society, but your republic does nothing about slavery on 
other worlds not part of your grand Republic." His tone and demeanor portray 
nothing less than a friendly discussion. "But you still skirt the issue of how 
we are enemies."

Rruka smiles at Ashton as he drinks his water. A few sighs and a grin and he 
manages a smirk, "yer... no fun..." After a few moments a bit of sobriety 
begins to filter back into his gaze.

Marcus continues to quietly listen to the talk between the Force Users. He eyes 

Rruka for a moment, making sure the drunken feline is staying put.

Ashton shrugs, smiling slightly as he takes his seat and scrapes the bar top to 
get the bartender's attention. A nod and Agave is pouring a glass of green 
liquid into a tall mug. The liquid steams as it is poured. Ashton tilts his head 
slightly, "You ask if the actions of one Jedi who was trained by my Master 
before his death, and then turned to the easy path... the dark path, draws a 
line that makes us enemies? How can the Force allow one being that much control 
over order?" He shakes his head, and answers his own question. "They can't. 
Enemies are those who wish the worst for those they oppose. That involves anger 
or hatred. Those are emotions that the Force doesn't recognize." he looks up, 
sideways at Sa'Vath. "And emotions I choose to put aside in favor of peace."

Rruka decides that he really, REALLY has to go to the bathroom now. He quickly 
gets to his feet and runs for it!

Malus Sa'Vath takes a sip of his drink, "So to you it matters not that the Sith 
and Jedi fought and killed on another in the beginning of this war. A war that 
has now stalemated and stopped at the System of Teta. The subjugation of an 
entire system by Sith is the will of the force? The countless lives lost before 
the cease-fire you can forgive? I know little of your Jedi ways, I do know that 
you have no place for fear and hate. Emotions in my culture that bring one much 
power. We are different Jedi. Being different in my society breeds enemies." His 
smile never wavering, he seems almost to enjoy the conversation with this Jedi.

Ashton nods slowly as he speaks of battles he himself never was a part of. He 
takes a drink of his tea as Sa'Vath speaks. When the Sith finishes, Ashton looks 
over at him. "I didn't say it was the will of the force that the Sith subjugated 
the system or that lives were lost. Those were times of chaos and therefore were 
definitely not the will of the Force. But..." he says, his voice even and calm. 
"Now we face a time of order, of balance. And /that/ is what the Force brings: 
balance. I cannot change history and therefore dwelling on the past with 
negative emotions that can only lead to the dark path..." He arches an eyebrow 
again, "You say being different in your society breeds enemies. But where I come 
from it builds strength in diversity." He gestures to the Trianni who just ran 
to the bathroom. "That cubling... he's different than I and once he has 
developed his connection to the Force, he will contribute to the galaxy in a way 
I can't. And yet his actions will still be beneficial."

One of the locals steps into the bar and moves over to Marcus. They quietly 
whisper for a bit and the local gestures with a nod towards Ashton before 
whispering something else. Marcus nods to the man and gives his a credit chit. 
The man smiles and walks off.

Malus Sa'Vath nods at Ashton's words, "You speak the truth, Diversity can help. 
But diversity also brings change, and change can bring fear to those not used to 
it." He takes a sip of his drink. "I am Sith. I enjoy my life, I do not revel in 
combat as others. But I do enjoy the thrill it brings. We are not so different 
Jedi, or at least I do not think so. We have different nature, Sith and Jedi. 
One I don't think co-exists very well." He looks straight at Ashton, "Why do you 
think Lord Cabal has agreed to this treaty? Do you think he seeks peace, 
balance?" Malus seems genuinely eager for the Jedi's opinion.

Marcus hops up off the stool and pays for his drink. He takes one last look at 
Ashton and begins to head for the door.

Ashton is taking another drink of his warm tea when asked the final question and 
shrugs before putting the mug down. "I don't think so, no. And it's not just 
trust, or lack thereof... it's that Cabal and Bane both seem too earnest in 
fighting Jedi to really want peace, even though we are /not/ the Republic." He 
moves the mug a bit away from himself, hoping the bartender will warm it up. I 
agree that we are different, but if we were not, would there be a balance to 
seek?" And then he realizes how rude he's been this entire time. "Oh, well, as 
long as I'm talking to you, you should know who I am. Ashton Quince, Jedi Knight 
of Tralus." Again he inclines his head to show respect, but again, does not turn 
it into a deep bow.

Malus Sa'Vath smiles at Ashton, "Well Met Ashton Quince, Jedi Knight of Tralus. 
I am Darth Malice, First Sith Lord of Clan Krath." Taking a moment for his true 
title to settle on the Jedi Knight, Malus continues, "I understand Cabal, and 
that's why I let him do his work. He wishes to strengthen his fleet and forces 
and he can't do that pinned between a rock and hard place. So he makes an Enemy 
an friend. Ah well...no matter. You Republic knows this already, they too 
probably need time to rebuild to prepare against that madman." Malus swallows 
the last of his drink. "Thanks for the company Jedi. I must retire." He slides a 
few creds to the bartender and turns to stand.

Just as his older brother is retiring, the younger and illegit Sa'Vath walks in 
the door in his newest outfit, walking stately as he steps into the cantina, 
surveying the scene in a glance, grinning at Rruka with a wink and then bowing 
to his brother, dropping to one knee...Ashton will have to wait until protocol 
has been observed.

Ashton nods solemnly as the title does indeed settle in on the Jedi and for a 
moment, bewilderment overcomes the normally calm and serene Guardian. Finally, 
he smiles as Sa'Vath steps away from the bar. He turns in his seat, and offers a 
calm smile. "Travel Safe, Lord Malice. And May the Force be with you." He's 
still turned as he notes the arrival of Ba'Sha... and the actions that occur as 
the two meet.

Malus Sa'Vath turns to face Ba'Sha as he enters. "Rise Darth Wyld, when it is 
only you and I such protocol is unneeded." He grins slyly at his brother. "I see 
you decided to change your attire. It suits you. I have to but I will see you 
back home soon I hope?" with that he waits for his brother to stand before he 
heads for the exit.

Ba'sha stands and smiles a bit, his brother's nice enough...too bad he wants the 
job too, "I will be returning home soon brother. I must complete business in 
neutral space for a day, two at the most before I will be home." He turns and 
gives a wink to Rruka, and an evil grin...wondering if he's told his master 
about the incident yet.

Ashton returns his attention to the bar and cups the mug, now filled with more 
tea. He nods his thanks to the bartender before turning to see if Rruka has 
returned yet from the bathroom. And he has, but apparently has become fascinated 
with a pair of Ithorian traders, looking at them from afar. He sends out a 
mental tug to the Trianni to bring him back to where Ashton is.

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