Predictions - Episode II - Captain REX's Dark Jedi RPG

"Oh yea, now I remember. Cocky Bastard as I remember correctly."

"Most likely," the Cragmoloid butts in. He's got a deep, monotonous voice. "I am Jarggs Plitho. I work with this loser."

Silun shakes your hand vigorously, Quor. "Yeah, that break in was spectacular. They had some film on the Holonet from the scene. You guys kicked ass!"

"If I remember, the man who put it on the Holonet was some guy named Karkos..."

"That would be me," Karkos said, stomping out of his quarters. He had shut the blast shield on his window. Jhas bored him.

"I was in the security room most of the time, so I snatched a recording before gettin out."

"You imbecile," Reeth said, likewise stomping out of his quarters. Jhas still marveled him, for a Sith Lord's ship had once crashed into the gaseous clouds. Of course, that Sith Lord was an idiot.

"I am Reeth," Reeth states simply. "Silun, eh? Silun, ever the cocky bastard...you'll remember Karkos and I, if you dare."

"Ah, fellow ex-Jedi!" Silun realizes, getting a glimpse of you both. "Wonderful footage, Karkos. Reeth, didn't recognize you! Must be all that armor...erm...why the hell are you wearing armor this time in the morning?"

"It's a life support system, Silun," Reeth tells him, glaring. "I was crippled, if you remember. Now, if I may be so bold, what are you doing here?"

"Yes, and who are you besides 'Silun'?"

"Ah, right, you're a cripple, sorry," Silun scoffs. "You did move kinda slow in the footage." He laughs heartily, though that merely annoys you.

Jarggs rolls his beady eyes, which are nearly hidden under a heavily scarred, thick brow. He rubs his neck with his trunk for a moment, then speaks up. "We're here to talk to Thajkon. He offered us a chance to work for him. We didn't know that you were working for him."

"What do you mean besides 'Silun,'" Silun asks. "That's my name!"

At this point, you are all joined by Christof Joulden.

Christof, you've been wandering the galaxy since you killed your master and left the Jedi Order, not able to handle the reality of your mentor's betrayal and death. Some people consider you not exactly mentally stable, but you know otherwise.

You joined Silun Prac and Jarggs Plitho in your wanderings, for they both had sad life stories like you. While most of the time you do not like being with others, they were the exception.

You walk into the hallway, carrying Silun's bags, as he always makes you do. You aren't one to argue, but it bites.

You see two men, a Quermian, a Zabrak in heavy armor, and a humanoid standing with Silun and Jarggs outside the room of a Duros, who is sweating profusely. You wonder what they are up to...

"Is there a problem here that I can take care of, Silun?"

Christof sets down a bag and pulls back his cloke to expose his saber.

"Slow, Silun? I bet you are not as fast as I am..." Reeth scoffs, letting his lightsaber slide out of his secret arm compartment. "I need a challenge anyway..."

"Silun?"

Christof sets down the other bag.

"I doubt it, Reeth," Silun scoffs equally.

"Christof, want to take him for me? I need some entertainment..." he chuckles, keeping his lightsaber in hand just in case. "Shouldn't be to hard. Don't kill him, just knock him over..."

You guys ready for a duel? I want to get Xeous acquainted with the dueling system.

Reeth chuckles. "I'll take you both on..."

"What, are you nuts?" Silun asks. "You'd cut me in two at the first chance! Christof is better with a lightsaber than I am..."

Wow, a compliment from Silun, Christof! A rare find...

Christof chuckles.

"I think you are much too overconfident in my abilities...It's all hearsay. But I do thank you for the compliment, nonetheless."

"No problem..." Silun says, keeping his lightsaber hilt in his hand unactivated.

"Still, I could use some exercise with my blade. It's been three months since the break in of Oovo IV, and more recently a month since a bounty hunter tried to kill me on Bespin..." Reeth taunts.

"Care for a spar, my good man?" he asks Christof. "You seem pretty capable with a blade."

If Christof is not up for it, Thajkon has set up other ways for getting exercise. One room is dedicated to fighting remotes, another is a dueling court, and Christof is not the only person who is good with a sword.

"If we must. I'd rather only use it when neccessary but since fighting my imaginary enemies in solo practice is growing old...Maybe we could knock some rust of."