Colma walking with more of a purpose in his step is a feline creature wearing brown clothes. This figure is not a stranger to this world, or to this part of it, but he is definitely no native. As he walks towards the palace he glances at the faces he passes looking for familiarity. Any one of these people could be a friend, foe, or his next target.
From the large complex to the east, known to those around the Moon as the Hutt Palace, a place of extravagant wealth and power, strolls a large and powerful looking man, strange in appearance with his paper-white skin and gloved hands. His cape billows out behind him as he moves even though there is no wind and he observes the streets with a practiced military eye, noticing and nodding to the man/woman/thing and then stopping in his tracks, turning around and about here and there...looking for something. A tickling at the edge of his mind warns him someone strong in the force is about...but with a fresh feel...untainted by training or philosophies.... ah there, the cat thing. He merely stands, staring at the creature.
Colma continues looking until his eyes fall on a man, an impressively dressed man, who seems to be staring at him. He approaches the man, using the mind calming technique the jedi had taught him, one of the few techniques he knew. As he calms himself he calls out to the well dressed figure. "Something I can help you with?" His tone reflects the calmness that is growing within him.
Ba'sha shakes his head, bowing it ever so slightly in greeting, "I'm very sorry sir, I was.....lost in thought." He grins slightly out of one corner of his mouth, a look that winds up looking more sinister than intended....ah the forces of habit, "I merely had a long and interesting day in the palace, and was reviewing some of it in my mind." He looks over to the complex, staring at it intently in thought, "Have you ever been there good sir?" He breathes in and out slowly and surely, obviously the meditation techniques similar to the Jedi's, if not the same...
Colma glances towards the palace and then back at the man. "Yes, once or twice. I have not seen the new hutt leader though. I was going to see about introducing myself eventually and thought I'd ask some of her guests about her. Perhaps you've see her eminence? Can you tell me anything about her?" As he finishes he again glances from the man to the building but then quickly shifts his gaze back awaiting the response.
Ba'sha nods his head, still gazing at the building, shifting through the subtle auras of Colma's being, searching for the signs of his power. "I have met her...she's very much unlike the last Hutt. She seems....altogether more personable. She's not as wrapped up in the trappings of power." Now he turns back to face Colma with a slight smile and a gleam in his eye, "Far more down to earth, in fact....I do believe I like her, or approve of her at least."
Colma nods, "Ah. No doubt being on good terms with her would be beneficial to a bounty hunter such as myself." He pauses for a moment and then takes a step closer to the man. "I'm sorry I believe I missed your profession? Perhaps you are with the Smuggler's guild?" He guesses, not sure what the man might do, but fairly sure that particular choice isn't it. Hopefully correcting that mistake will give him some information. He doesn't believe the man was just thinking, no he was staring at Colma and Colma wanted to know why.
Ba'sha grins widely as he stands easily, large sword strapped across his back and cape now settled down with his motionlessness to wrap about him, almost as if enfolding a black as night pair of wings about his form and he chuckles, "No, no I'm not in the Smuggler's Guild." Well, he's here openly and merely asking people on the street near the spaceport would reveal an important Sith was docked at the Landing Pad, "I'm a member of a Sith clan, here visiting the new Hutt and taking in some of the sights and sounds of this fascinating planet. And yourself, are you from around here?"
Colma takes a step back away, though he tries to make it seem natural. Another Sith. This wasn't a good thing, not if Spectre...No he had said Spectre was dead, what was it he called himself now. Cha'vin. Yes that was it, not a good thing if Cha'vin was anything to measure the Sith by. "I spend a good deal of time here. After all as a guild member I find a need to be near the headquarters to get word on new bounties and which ones have been claimed. But originally no I am not from around here."
Ba'sha nods his head, looking over the cat's appearance, and his sudden backing away, "No I don't suppose you would have been." An eyebrow is curiously quirked for a moment at the mention of bounties and such, "Ah, a member of the Bounty Hunter's Guild then? I have had some....some small dealings with them in the past." He shrugs his shoulders, "I am sorry to say many of them were unpleasant misunderstandings of a personal nature with Simon Farranger, but I hope to someday mend that rift." He nods his head, "Someday....you have no family? No one to go home to that you can spend so much time on such a world?"
Colma shrugs. "No and Yes. No one to go home to but I do have family." After another glance at the man. This time to size up what he now knows to be a sith, and his impressive weapon. "I am sorry to hear about your troubles with Mr. Farranger. I must confess I've never had any such problems. I hope that whatever the matter may be you two can work it out someday, as you have said."
Ba'sha shrugs his shoulders casually, and waves a hand dismissively, "On my part it has more or less been forgotten for the simple slip it was, on both our parts. I'm curious to wonder though how he feels about it." He sighs, "Ah well, I'm sure it will all work out in the end." He stops and looks around vaguely for a moment, apparently out of things to say in the conversation, and seeming frustrated by this fact, it would seem small talk is not Ba'Sha Sa'Vath's forte...
It isn't exactly one of Colma's strong suits either. Though he's not run out of ideas just yet. "No doubt it will work out." Though he's still got something to say it takes him a moment's pause to gather and figure out what he wants to say. "Do you know a being called Cha'vin? I am curious about him, and wonder if there is anything you might tell me about him?"
Ba'sha raises an eyebrow curiously, "Cha'vin, Darth Cabal's cat thing? I believe he was captured from the neutral worlds for reasons unknown to me." His voice grows a bit distant as his eyes glaze apparently looking something over in his mind, and shaking his head slightly disappointedly, "Cabal treats his slaves....harshly. I believe he has altered and trained Cha'vin into a killing machine for his own uses."
Colma nods thinking of things himself. So it was true Cha'vin did belong to the one called Cabal. "Harshly treated you say? I wonder are these alterations likely a permanent change or can they somehow be reversed?" He pauses a moment and then adds quickly, "Out of curiosity only, of course."
Ba'sha shrugs his shoulders and nods, "I believe almost everything is reversible in the right conditions." He crosses his large arms across his chest, standing thoughtfully for a moment, "I don't know what could do it though, or who...it would be a massive undertaking against a powerful and evil Force User." Yes, he just called Cabal evil.
Evil was a word that many associated with all sith, not just Cabal. Colma himself associated the two, not interchangeably but almost always in close proximity. Meeting Jedi before the Sith did that to a person, that and having your friend turned into a monster and personal pet of one of their leaders. "I see. I don't know of anything myself, perhaps nothing capable yet exists. But I have met this Cha'vin and do not believe what I saw was what the creature is. No what I saw was twisted and strange, I felt...sorry for the being he once was having to be what he is now."
"As do I, as do I, I believe that changes should be made willingly in a person whenever possible under almost all circumstances, otherwise so much of their potential is wasted." He says nothing more for now, just letting the conversation drift down again, letting Colma bear the brunt of thinking of topics to speak about, and hoping that the ones he chooses will give insight into his mindset.
The popular phrase must not have reached Colma's feline ears for he does not seem to know curiosity kills cats. He himself is a very curious individual. Especially since this is his first conversation with an actual sith. He still considered Spectre to be a prisoner and not one of them. In fact he still considered him Spectre and not Cha'vin. "I wonder if perhaps you might tell me about your kind. The Sith I mean. I do not know much about what the Sith are except for that the ones I've heard about are a great deal of trouble."
Ba'sha nods his head and gestures towards a near-by bench lining the palace path, apparently indicating they should sit down as he begins heading over that way, gesturing expansively with his hands as he speaks, "Why certainly, I never miss an opportunity to educate." He sighs a bit as his brow furrows and his visage darkens, "Unfortunately, many of my brethren have proven quite-troublesome is how you put it?- to the Republic. But this is not because of an inherent evil as some would believe, rather it merely arises out of some basic sociological differences." He chuckles, "One can hardly expect us to grow up a galaxy away, and not act slightly differently. Life in Sith Core is hard, and out of it grew a tightly regimented caste system. Everyone has a place in Sith life, and everyone is expected to fulfill this place and this duty to the best of their ability or it will be taken from them." Indeed, curiosity killed the cat, but the satisfaction brought it back.
Colma nods as he takes a seat on the bench, interested in the words he is hearing. As he let's them sink in and thinks about them momentarily he sees a certain truth in them. Could all these incidences be badly handled misunderstandings? "Yes I noticed that the Sith reputation often precedes your kind. Those I have met, however, have fallen short of the mark when it comes to being troublesome. Though I admit your ways do seem odd, but I suppose Republic ways seem similarly odd to the Sith." He stops there but in doing so leaves much room for continuation and in fact hopes that is what he will be getting.
Ba'sha grins and points, "Exactly!" He remains standing for the moment as he gets caught up in this continuation, not to mention of course that, if only on a subconscious level, remaining standing while Colma sits gives the impression of a teacher and a student, "We are already judged before we have a chance to interact at all! Why, as soon as you found out I was a Sith, you jumped back from me, as if you expected me to attempt some heinous crime against you." He shakes his head, somewhat sadly as the energy begins abating from his speech, "I honestly can not say I comprehend Republic ways, they are inefficient, and seem to reward incompetence while doing nothing to punish failure. However I do not instantly peg all Republicans as corrupt and incompetent bleeding heart liberals, is it too much to ask that I not be pegged for the Empire of my birth?"
Colma looks up at Ba'sha as he gives answer to the man's question. "Not at all. I recall as a cub being taught that we had learned not to do that kind of thing after a great many wars on a great many worlds. It seems that all we have done is move it from our cities quarreling over the matter to entire galactic governments." He pauses for a moment as something he heard once again creeps up in his mind. "Is it true that the Sith..." He has by now stopped referring to them as your kind. "Have Jedi like the Republic has?" He continues to look up at the figure towering over him. He doesn't mention where he heard this or who he heard it from, not because he has forgotten but rather because he chooses not to.
Ba'sha nods his head, now sitting down and seeming slightly more calm and in control after his emotional outburst, sitting on the bench and leaning forward, resting his arms on his knees as he speaks, "It is true, the Force flows through all living things, and thus it is no discriminator. The power the Force brings to a chosen few is given to Sith as well as Republic." He smiles slightly, "And we train and teach those who have this power much the way the Jedi are trained, to perform special and honored functions in our society, as it's protectors and soldiers for it's causes."
Colma nods, "Ah so it is true." He notices that much time has passed during his conversation with Ba'sha. Many of the lights in the palace have gone out already. "I would like to thank you for taking the time to speak with me, and though I am sure there is much more to tell I am sure I have kept you too long." He rises and then extends his paw in the human form of greeting and goodbye, only after doing so realizing it may not be any more common among the Sith then it was among the Cathar of his homeworld. "My name is Colma'cazo, though I expect my friends, including those only recently made to call me Colma. I hope that one day soon we can speak again Mr....Mr...." He seems to search through his mind for the man's name and realizes he cannot find it. "I'm afraid I do not know your name, my new friend." He smiles temporarily forgetting that his smile showing his fangs and all had had adverse affects on those he first met.
Ba'sha smiles widely at Colma, putting out his hand to shake the cat's paw lightly, but quickly breaking off the gesture in favor of a bow, and then he nods his head, "Personal names are very very rarely used in my culture, it would be proper to address me as General or Darth Wyld though, even just Wyld." he grins again at the Cathar, "Be safe feline, be safe." With that he turns to look around the Palace area, bowing once more before heading off into the streets, cape billowing magnificently behind him, even though there is not a breath of wind at all.
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