Quinlan Vos, at the bar

[the_force_abides]

The man who been calling himself Korvas comes in contemplating two lightsabers as he walks, one with a straight hilt and one with a curved. Their original owners were quite different and he can't help thinking of them as two poles of his fate. Funny how even now, he's pulled two different directions. He hopes Aayla has truly become one with the Force and that Asajj has found peace, that she isn't still raging at the universe, but some answers must wait. For now, he feels like some Mandalorian ale, maybe even Kri'gee, while he contemplates his future.

[OOC: In honor of May the Fourth, have a Quinlan Vos! I am afraid I was blindsided by a surprise birthday party my daughter is giving for a friend though, so I will be in and out through the day. Great love there is in the slow time, yes?]

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[last_kallig]

Ibani comes in from her lightsaber practice and sees Korvas at the Bar.

She smiles at him and waves. "Hello, Korvas. Would you like some company?"

[the_force_abides]

"Su’cuy’gar!" He replies in Mando'a, cause when drinking Mandalorian ale, it seems appropriate. "May I buy you a drink?"

[last_kallig]

Very appropriate, especially considering the literal translation of the phrase is 'So, you're still alive.' Interesting people, Mandalorians.

"You may," Ibani replies with a grin, sitting next to him at the Bar. "The stipend only stretches so far, and the beasts in the jungle are sadly lacking in credits to loot."

[the_force_abides]

"Refreshing or relaxing?" He asks, moving the lightsabers over a little to make room.

[last_kallig]

"Refreshing, please. I've been practicing Makashi forms and I could use a bit of rehydration."

She peers curiously at the lightsabers, but doesn't move to touch them.

[the_force_abides]

"Order what you will then," he replies. Then catching her glance at the sabers, slides them back over. "I'm trying to decide what to do with these. They are very illegal to carry if you are not an official Imperial officer but I can't bring myself to destroy them. All claims of Jedi not valuing material things aside, they belong to friends of mine, though those friends are long gone, in death or distance."

[last_kallig]

Ibani orders something very like lemonade.

"You value them for the people they remind you of, not for what they are in and of themselves," Ibani replies with a smile. The only mementos she has of people she's lost are scars, but she can understand the impulse.

"Perhaps you could leave them with the Bar?" she offers, gently tapping the Bartop. "They'd be safe here, and in theory only a doorway away from you at all times."

[the_force_abides]

"That is a great idea," Quin replies with a grin. He picks up the sabers then, before putting the straight hilted one down and offering the curved hilt to Ibani, blade side facing him. Quin has always been an impulsive Jedi but this is beyond stupid, except...the "voice" Quin identifies as the Living Force, the Force that is beyond the Light or Dark Side, tells him he can trust her.

Time to test that.

[last_kallig]

Heck of a way to test things, Korvas. But the Living Force hasn't led him wrong.

Ibani blinks at him, surprised, when he offers the curved hilt to her. With the blade pointed in that direction the merest depression of a button could remove his arm or kill him outright. A Sith offering someone a blade would offer the hilt horizontally for just that reason. Does he....ah, of course he knows that.

Ibani meets his eyes and smiles, acknowledging the gesture of trust before very carefully taking the lightsaber hilt from him.

The curve of the hilt fits well in her hand, resting there easily. The fit might be a sign of something or it might be mere coincidence. "A good hilt for the Makashi form," Ibani remarks.

[the_force_abides]

"It belongs to a female Dathomoririan named Asajj Ventress. She was Dooku's first acolyte and quite an accomplished duelist and assassin. She also had a lot of anger within her and spent her rage upon the galaxy before deciding she had had enough of Jedi and Sith, choosing to live in exile out in wild space."

[last_kallig]

"And yet you parted as friends and not enemies," Ibani says with shake of her head. "There must have been many twists and turns in that tale."

She runs her fingers idly over the handle of the lightsaber and gives him a bemused grin. "Force sensitives aligned with neither the Sith or the Jedi seem to be cropping up in my life often, of late. Although Dromund Kaas is far from remote."

Well, far from remote in Ibani's time period.

[the_force_abides]

"Reluctant allies might be a better description. I don't think Ventress has enough trust left within her to make friends," Quin replies with a hint of pity. He takes a pull of his ale before adding, "Dromund Kaas?"

The name means something to him, of course, having just heard it from the data Khaleen found on the Jedi cruiser but it was just a name. He wants to see what else he can get from it. He also should tell Ibani of Quorian Dorjis' holocron and report.

[last_kallig]

"Not surprising," Ibani says solemnly. "Sith training tends to leave one too damaged to trust anyone."

"The capital world of the Sith Empire," Ibani explains. "And a world with a powerful nexus of Dark energy. Most of the population is government or military, and it has the dubious distinction of having the highest concentration of Sith anywhere in the Empire."

[the_force_abides]

"And there are force sensitives there who do not align themselves with the Sith? Seems rather dangerous."

[last_kallig]

"Very dangerous," Ibani replies. "Of course the Revanites are operating covertly, their members are infiltrators rather than revolutionaries."

"But they're not being covert enough, apparently," Ibani replies with a grimace. "I was recommended to Darth Charnus as an infiltrator by Inquisitor Urinth after my work on Korriban."

Beat.

"No good deed goes unpunished, apparently."

[the_force_abides]

"It never does," he says with a drink of ale. "I came across some data recently that I believe mentions these Revanites, at least if the fragment is referring to them. Matches up with what you've said anyway. I also found a Jedi holocron that mentions you. Favorably, if you can believe it."

[last_kallig]

Ibani blinks in surprise. "You did? How in the galaxy did I wind up on a JEDI holocron?"

[the_force_abides]

"That I do not know for certain. I recently purchased a new ship and there was an old Jedi cruiser in the same shipyard. As part of the bargain for the new ship, my wife got to raid the data banks of the cruiser. The ship's datacore had been wiped many times before, of course, but my wife is one of the best slicers I've even known. She got some data, though it's fragmented, and she found two holocrons."

"One belonged to a Quorian Dorjis and, so far, the only record I was able to access was his report of being freed from his prison on Korriban. He was quite careful to mention you by name and to point out you were Sith. In defiance of the Jedi Council from that time, he made sure to leave you a good word. Seems you made an impression."

"I could bring the holocron with me sometime if you'd like to see the message yourself."

[last_kallig]

Ibani didn't think Jedi were allowed to wed. Maybe he left the Order to marry her?

She's clearly surprised at the mention of Dorjis. "So he did make it back safely," she says quietly. "I'd wondered."

"It was supposed to be a set up, you know. He'd been fed false information and I was supposed to 'help' him escape so he could take that information back to the Jedi Council. I told him the truth, about what was going on."

She shakes her head. "He said that he'd remember what I did for him, but I didn't expect something like that." She wasn't expecting him to remember her at all once he was home and safe, as Quinlan can probably tell.

[the_force_abides]

"The changes we make in people's lives aren't often so easily measured," he replies with a smirk, a hint of the Jedi to his words. "I don't know if there is much else to the holocron. It seems damaged but I haven't had a chance to access it beyond the entry we saw."

[last_kallig]

"So it seems," Ibani replies with a small smile in response to his smirk.

"I'm not surprised it's damaged, not with the thousands of years between your time and mine. I hope you can get something useful to you out of it, once you get a chance to poke at it some more." It's nice to know that Dorjis made it, that he remembered her, but that's hardly useful to him.

(She's not thinking of it as evidence of HER character, which could be very useful indeed.)

"You said your wife got the data from the ship. Does she know about your past?"

That he was once a Jedi, in other words.

[electro_kinetic]

There's another someone who's not looking where she's going, trying to dig out a blob of highlighter-yellow cleaning putty out of its container. It doesn't want to cooperate, which is why Noriko is having to concentrate on pulling it out without breaking it into ninety million pieces--this jar is almost at the end of its life, sadly.

Forgive her if she manages to run into you, Quinlan. Or Korvas, whichever.

[the_force_abides]

Those who are attuned to the Force can do wondrous things, like avoid random collisions even if they are not looking. This does require some attention, at least to the guidance of the Force, which Quin is not doing.

"Oh, sorry," he says in surprise as they collide. He doesn't drop either of the sabers but it is a close thing. Holding the straight lightsaber with thumb and forefinger, he reaches for her elbow, incase the young woman is in need to help.

[electro_kinetic]

"Oh--crap," she says, stumbling once and catching herself against his hand, looking up and tossing her head to get her bright blue fringe of hair out of her eyes.

"Um. Sorry about that," Nori manages, clutching the plastic container and getting a good look at her new acquaintance as she straightens; luckily she was just wearing tennis shoes, not heels today. It could have gone far worse.

[the_force_abides]

"Nothing to worry about," he assures her. "My mind was systems away when I should have been watching where I was going."

Noting her gauntlets, Quin can't help but wonder if she is Mandalorian, despite the rest of her clothes.

[electro_kinetic]

"Systems?" she echoes. She doesn't hear that one often, although she supposes if he means star systems--which she hopes he does, or she'll be completely lost--it makes sense. Given where they are and all.

She watches him take in the gauntlets, and for once wishes for half a second she wore long sleeves, though she has no such luck. "It's okay. They're not dangerous," she says, assuming he'll follow given he just looked at the things.

[the_force_abides]

"Planetary systems," Quin confirms before nodding to her gauntlets. "I'm not worried. I was just wondering if you were Mandalorian by any chance."

[electro_kinetic]

She makes a noise of assent to the first--glad she didn't completely miss something, and raises a brow at his question.

"Manda--oh, wait, no. No, I'm from Earth?" she says. "Human. Mutant," Nori corrects. "That's why the gauntlets. It's kind of complicated, but they're sort of like batteries."

Because she totally forgot to explain why she'd need perpetual batteries. Yep.

[the_force_abides]

"Ah, I see," he replies, though he really doesn't. "The Mandalorians typically wear gauntlets that have weapons systems built into them, thus my assumption. I am a Kiffar and not a mutant. My galaxy does not feature an Earth, at least none that I am aware of. My name is Quinlan, though I am often called Korvas nowadays."

[electro_kinetic]

She looks down at her gauntlets with a strange expression--well, they do sort of function like weapons? When she needs them to, anyway. But that's a long and drawn-out conversation and one she honestly feels would be better staged for when he's not a complete stranger.

"Uh-huh," she manages. "So which one do I call you? Quinlan, or Korvas?" she asks. The entire bit about not having an earth--seriously, are they that distant?--and what Mandalorians wear go right over her head at the moment. "What's a Kiffar?"

[the_force_abides]

What to call him, that is a tough question.

"How abotu Quin? I've been hiding behind Korvas for sometime and it would be good to be reminded of who I am from time to time. Kiffars are my species. Kiffu is our home planet and we're a lot like humans to be honest. A few differences, but close enough."

[electro_kinetic]

"Quin works," she says. "I'm Nori--Noriko, but everyone calls me Nori," she replies.

"So how far away are you from Earth, you think?"

[vorpatril]

Ivan's on his way to his table when he passes Quinlan and stops, he's never seen weapons like that,

"What are those?"

Today Bar appeared when he wasn't working but when he was getting ready for a dinner party so he has on the elegant silk shirt for his dress uniform and the trousers and shoes without his jacket. There's a stunner at his belt.

[the_force_abides]

"Weapons," Quin answers before even looking up. "Though not commonly used for sometime now. They are quite illegal now but once were used throughout my galaxy for peace. Well, in defense of it."

[vorpatril]

"Are all weapons illegal or just this particular kind?"

It seems like something that would be hard to enforce.

[the_force_abides]

"Just these. They're called lightsabers and were once wielded by an Order that tried to bring peace to my galaxy. They were wiped out and now any hint of a Jedi is met with swift action. Usually fatal action."

[vorpatril]

"Lightsabers, that sounds a little like plasma arcs. If they were wiped out, why do you have them?"

He's curious but he knows of people who collect weapons and relics from the Age of Isolation.

[the_force_abides]

"I can only guess what a plasma arc is. A lightsabre creates a blade of super charged plasma that is focused threw a crustal and contained by a magnetic field. As to why I have them, well, not all Jedi were killed. Some have been able to hide."

[vorpatril]

"A terrifying weapon that can cut through anything from a distance. Jedi, I think I might have heard that from someone here but I don't know. I'm from Barrayar, a planet near the Hegen Hub. I don't think we have Jedi in my world, but its nice to hear someone else comfortable with galaxies."

[the_force_abides]

"That sounds much like a lightsaber, though a saber is not a distance weapon," Quin replies. Ivan might note the facial tattoos of this man match the ones of that boy he may remember. "It is good to met another space farer as well. It is interesting how few travel space, that come here."

[vorpatril]

"We do have some knives that are like that which cut and cauterize. I know, I don't understand it though its restful to have people not have their ideas about my planet."