Hiding in Plain Sight. (Open)

[Cyrus Starr]

Hidden in the dark and seedy side of Corusant's under belly was a cantina known as the Lady Luck.  To spite the name this cantina was not for a lady. You could find anything and everything in this colorful cantina. In the corner of the Cantina with his back against the wall. Sat a man that seem to be passed out over the table in front of him  almost knocking over the glass on the table. The man's name was Cyrus Starr, but to day he was going by Marcus Black.  Cyrus was an escaped Jedi that got away from the Jedi Temple attack two years ago.  But, in now his hidden holes were being found so now he force find away off plant. So, he reached out to some 'friends'

Cyrus Star was now 21 years old with harden features now instead of his boyish looks that he had when the Clone Wars started. And the short raven brown was tied back now in a braided ponytail now. But the hazel eyes were as strong as ever with fire. However, the fire was dulled due to sadness and loneness.   The young Jedi however  hid ever thing that was jedi. Ever his clothing looked like a drunk beggar then a Jedi. A blaster was strapped to his hip. Then his lightsaber was hidden well but, close at hand.  Plus, special gantlets that hidden weapons in them.   Now, was wait for a friend he hoped but braced for a trap. He couldn't trusted anyone not anymore. 

   

[Garyn Fett]

Lady Luck was what they called this particular cantina that Garyn was heading to. How it got its name, he didn't know, but it was far from being a fitting name. Garyn had been on Coruscant for a few weeks trying to track down old contacts, and make new ones if he could. His little adventure led him to the darker side of Coruscant, one that, to his understanding, wasn't as well policed or taken care of. During his little adventure, Garyn had heard two figures talking about a Jedi who was hiding here, and their trap they were setting for him. Garyn couldn't sense any force signatures from them, so doubted they were Sith, but that still left the door open for them to hire one.


I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb. As usual, Garyn was fully decked out in his Mandalorian armor with his two sabers on his belt, and his blaster pistol at his hip. He certainly was prepared for any sort of hostility he got.

Not sure what I expected with the crowd. He thought to himself as he surveyed everyone. Most of the creatures looked like old, drunken fools with nothing better to do than drink. Even the bartender didn't look friendly. Garyn only smirked at all the looks he was getting. He sort of liked having everyone aware of his presence, and aware that he is a force user. It deters anyone who originally thought of starting shit with him. Garyn paused as he walked by a few tables. He could sense a force signature. It was small, as if the person was trying to hide it, but it was there. Garyn eyed the people around him. Two creatures talking, one droid and his owner, someone who was apparently passed out. Garyn moved closer to the passed out fellow, and sat down across from him. The force signature was definitely from him.

"A little early in the day to be drinking yourself to death." Garyn said, his voice sounding deeper and slightly raspy from his helmet's equipment. If this was the former Jedi, Garyn wondered if Order 66 was eating him up, and he was drowning his sorrows in alcohol. Even if that was the case, Garyn couldn't blame him, or judge him.

(ooc: His armor is a mix of Boba and Jango's, and the color is a mixture of dark red and brown.)

[Cyrus Starr]

Cyrus Starr had been awaken by the force signature in the Lady Luck. He knew that could be trouble. And there was quietness of the cantina itself. Normally  was  a buzz with life. But, now it was to quiet even the band seemed to stop. That put the young Starr on alert for someone dangerous. Without moving from his pass out position to much. He sifted his legs so one was braced against the main table leg to kick it away if need be. His right that was dropped under table moved to his holster and moved his blaster to his lap. And aiming it under the table.

Then Garyn sat down across the table. Cyrus still acted like any normal drank would as he groaned and mutter under his breath angrily. As if he was just awaken from sleep.  His eyes looked bloodshot with dark cycles  and bags under them. "Part of me died two years. With some good friend. " He slurred as his eyes looked over Garyn Dark red and Brown battle amour there was only one group that wear something  like that 'Mandalorian?  A bounty hunter? Is he looking for me?" He wondered as he felt a shiver down his back. Even Jedi wouldn't want to fight a Mandalorian.

Cyrus lifted his glass to tell the barkeep to bring another. "Join me for a drink buddy?"  The barkeep looked at two of them and shock his head and gave the sign of cutting Cyrus off.

[Garyn Fett]

Garyn looked over Cyrus as he now sat up, looking him over. He really did look like a bum that just spent every second drinking. Garyn wondered when the last time he actually slept was. Two years ago? Jedi? If Cyrus was a former Jedi, it would certainly make this more interesting. "You just told me what I was curious of." Garyn said. "Is this what you've decided to do with your life? This how you handle Order 66?" Garyn said in a quieter tone, not wanting to attract any attention.

While Garyn didn't agree with people drinking their lives away, he could understand why this Jedi would choose to do so. Hell, when Garyn lost his first family, he had become just like this man for a long time. "No, but thank you. I'll pay his tab." Garyn said to the barkeep. Garyn held out his hand. "Garyn Fett." he said. With the revelation that Cyruswas a Jedi (although he still needed to actually confirm it), Garyn would see what Cyrus's plans were - if any, and see if Cyrus would be interested in standing up against the Empire. It'd be a hard task, especially in Cyrus's drunken state. Garyn would also need to be wise of the words he used. He certainly didn't want to upset Cyrus.

[Cyrus Starr]

Cyrus looked over Garyn shoulder. As three cloaked figures entered the Lady Luck and looked around the room. Cyrus stood up holstering the blaster and calling his light saber to his hand.

"Well Garyn Fett looks like we have guests."   He said with no slurring of words as he stood up. "Oh my if I borrow one of these." Cyrus said calling one Garyn  light saber to his  free hand. "Thank you." Cyrus  said with a smile and a wink walked to meet the figures one of whom had force a signature.

 

"Cyrus Starr you hear by under arrest treason against the empire."  

"Is that so  you try to arrest me."  Cyrus said calmly  " But, You don't want to do this, You want to go home and rethink your life's path."  Cyrus said reaching out with the force using the Jedi Mind trick. Two  of  the figures turned to leave.  "YOU FOOLS"  came a shout as a blood red light saber came to life and killed two that were leaving.  Cyrus active both lighsabers that he had and stood ready in a classic but some what haphazard stance.  While the Sith took an attack stance and started to close in on Cyrus.

Cyrus starting to feel the sickness start to seep into his body again.  He had to end this quickly and he knew it. 

[Garyn Fett]

Garyn paused, sensing a disturbance before Cyrus stood up. Garyn turned to look at the men, but couldn't tell much from their cloaks covering them. Garyn glared at Cyrus as he took Garyn's saber. Had anyone else done this, Garyn would've killed them by now. That was something you never did, but Cyrus was lucky that Garyn decided to brush it off for now. "You better put my saber to good use." Garyn muttered, and stood up, just watching. He'd only intervene if absolutely needed.

The question was, when would that be? Cyrus was still drunk, or at least had some sort of issue going on that impaired him. This led Garyn to just wait, and expecting Cyrus to succumb to his sickness, forcing Garyn to jump in.

[Cyrus Starr]

"Don't worry I will give her back to you in good shape." Cyrus said as he used mostly his own blade . He did plan on using Garyn's blade but not until he could use it the right way.  At the monument it was a weapon. It was not part of him. He jumped on to a table then jumped over a sweeping slash. "Your using your blade wrong."  Cyrus said to the Sith as he rolled from the table just as his opponent slash downward cutting it two.  The Barkeep growled and muttered a full colorful words in huttese.

Cyrus kicked his attacker in the head forcing the Sith to the ground. Leaping over the fallen sith Cyrus turned around his blades level with the Sith throat.  But, Cyrus was seeing double and sweat was beating on his forehead. He legs started to give out from under him. He feel to the ground as his time was up.  But the barkeep whistled and ever blaster in the place aimed at the Sith. The barkeeper pointed at Garyn then Cyrus then door. in other words, You get that Loser and get out my Bar.

 

There was very good reason why Cyrus hid in the Lady Luck. no one was dumb enough to fight in the Lady Luck. If they wanted to live,

[Garyn Fett]

Garyn watched Cyrus, raising an eye. Apparently, he wasn't as drunk, if at all, as he lead others to believe. Garyn heard the barkeep's words, and smirked. This seems to be some sort of ritual here. Garyn's eyes locked to Cyrus as he noticed him swaying slightly more than he should have been, and was missing more of his hits. So he actually is drunk. Garyn thought. Garyn was about to stand up and ignite his saber to finish the fight when he paused, seeing everyone pull out their blasters.

Garyn didn't like this at all. Sith were not usually taken down so easily by blasters, even if a dozen were pointed at them. Garyn got up, and pulled his and Cyrus's lightsaber to him, attaching them to his belt. Turning to look at the barkeep, he reached into a pocket and pulled out some credits, setting them on the table. "Sorry for the mess." he said, and went over to Cyrus, picking him up. "You've caused enough trouble for one day, my friend." Garyn said, and lead him the back door. "After a few feet, Garyn paused, still holding Cyrus. Where were they going? He didn't know exactly where Cyrus was staying, and he didn't feel like renting a temporary spot.

Figuring he had no other choice, Garyn lead Cyrus back to his ship, and would just let him rest there. He'd be safe, and hopefully wouldn't cause any trouble. After arriving at his ship, Garyn set Cyrus down on the couch, and went into the cockpit, taking off his helmet. After a few minutes, Garyn activated his comm."I'll be gone a little while longer, sweetie." Garyn said to his daughter, Arya. After another minute of talking with her, he turned off the comm, and looked back at Cyrus. He was either the world's best drunk, or he'd done this for a very long time. Drunk people usually can't fight worth crap, but he'd done pretty damn good for himself.

[Cyrus Starr]

The Chiss Barkeep seem to smile and rolled his red eyes when he heard what Grayn said to Cyrus. "This guy has no clue" The barkeep thought as he hit a button under the bar. When Cyrus and Grayn were clear. An electric wave when thought the floor in which the Sith was standing. The  sith wasn't expecting that he been ready to reflect blaster bolts not an under ground attack.

He was knocked by the shock and slowly the Chiss 's gang disarmed the Sith  and tossed him outside. By the time the Sith woke up the Lady Luck would be gone. This, wasn't their first time dealing with a Sith.

Cyrus felt himself being lead out back. But, he shock his head. It seem like the would be bounty hunters were  greed he guess. No marksmen covering the back way. He was leaded back to Grayn's ship looking for a shower and maybe a change of cloth. "Sorry, no save place for me. Skywalker been hitting my apartments of late.  I have no were to go." He admitted looking around the ship. Grayn left to cockpit and heard him say something to someone named sweetie. Cyrus guess it was someone in Grayn's family.

Cyrus closed his eyes against the  pain of heart ache.  He never knew his family and the Jedi order was never much of one. Not for him, who couldn't remember is own master. Cyrus also felt the ache of unrequited love. "I am sorry if  I am take you away from someone."  He said with  a sadness, in his eyes For being only 21, his eyes looked like they belonged to someone about 10 to 20 years older.

"Going by that look on your face I owe you some answers. So what is your first question?" 

 

 

 

[Garyn Fett]

Garyn turned to Cyrus after hearing him stir, and he got up, going back to him. "He won't stop until you're dead." Garyn said. "Vader wants all remaining Jedi killed no matter how long it takes. It was only a matter of time before he found you." In truth, hiding from Vader, or any Sith who had contacts, was a waste of time. They always found who they were looking for.

Garyn shook his head. "My daughter is used to me having to be gone every so often for missions. She's fine with it." He said, and sat down across from Cyrus. Garyn didn't have a whole lot of questions, but he did have some that would be helpful. "What was your rank in the Jedi? All I read was that you were a Jedi." For all Garyn knew, Cyrus could be a Jedi Master, or, the more likely, he was a Knight. Generally, you were in your late 20s or 30s, sometimes even older, before you got promoted to the rank of Master. It usually depended on the individual and what the Council felt.

Ranks. Titles. They were something Garyn didn't care for. If Garyn went by ranks, his would be Gray Jedi Master, but seeing as he didn't believe too much in that, he was just a Gray Jedi, nothing more, nothing less.


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[Cyrus Starr]

Cyrus let out a sigh of relief at less he didn't have to explain the Lady Luck. Or how he had used the force to detox the alcohol from his body. He listened as Garyn warned him about how Skywalker would never stop hunting him. But, that something Cyrus already knew very well. Because he had seen it first hand two years ago. He was at the temple when Vador attacked the temple killing most of the Jedi. But Cyrus had escaped the death trap. But, as a result he hadn't had a good night sleep in to years.

 

Cyrus noted that Garyn only said his daughter. This lead Cyrus to think that Garyn was a widower.  Again, he felt a lonely pain and a bit jealous of Grayn family.  Part of him longed for a family even with the Jedi code hammered in his head. Plus, knowing that any family he had be in danger due to having a bounty on his head because of being a Jedi.  'There is no emotion there is peace.' Cyrus thought as he tied to find his inner peace again. He listened to Fet's question

"I think am a knight now if it mattered anymore."  Cyrus said thinking back.

He wondered if the clone wars hadn't started Cyrus would most likely been to old and shipped off to help plants grow or something.

And the council didn't seem to like the young spirited teen back then. In back of his mind he heard one masters scolding him again.

"How many Jedi are left after order 66?"

[Garyn Fett]

Garyn was right about him and being a Knight. However, Cyrus did have a point. Since the Jedi Order had fallen, any Jedi related rank seemed to go straight out the window, and it became a 'I'm a Jedi, I must survive' situation. Rank didn't matter. Garyn paused, thinking. "I've found a few, one of which is my wife, Ahsoka. However, she is no longer on the Jedi path, but has followed me as Gray." Garyn paused. "There was another Jedi I had found and got into contact with, but I haven't heard from him in months, and I fear the worst. I know there are other Jedi out there, but they're hiding, and doing their absolute best to hide their identity."

Finding these Jedi was no easy task. With them fearing for their life and being hunted not only by the Empire, but bounty hunters who want to collect on them, the remaining Jedi were too scared to try and initiate contact for fear it's a trap.

[Cyrus Starr]

 I am not alone thankfully I don't think I could restart the order.' Cyrus thought he knew his still with a lightsaber and all. But, he didn't think he would make a good master for a padawan. He was to much a rebel against the code and the council.  To them he was like another  Qui-Gon Jinn a maverick do it his own way to spite the council. He even tried and fail to protect Ahsoka from the being dismissed from the order to face a charges. But they wouldn't listen to a master less padawan.  "I am glad that Ahsoka is alive, But Grayn why were  you looking for me?" He asked as he started to feel uneasy like they were being watched. Being on the run for two years had given him a sixth sense may even by the force.  He started to wish to be off this planet. He felt a chill down back "Do you feel that?" He asked telepathically 

Meanwhile the Chiss barkeep of the Lady luck dropped a tip to the Imps of finding a Jedi and which way the went. Good luck Cyrus' The Chiss thought as he counted the credits and sent part of the money on new gear for the rebels. Then sent the rest off to his boss.  The blue shinned man ran a hand thought his hair. "Okay Boys let vanish." He said and the bar known as the Lady luck did just that in a few hours.  Its place was old disused building with no signs that it been ever used at all.  broken windows let in pale light to a dusty inside.

[Garyn Fett]

"Ahsoka and I want to help any remaining Jedi, and offer them a protected home on the planet Kalee. I, personally, have been in a very long battle with Vader. Aside from the obvious reasons, Ahsoka is on the same mind set I am of taking down Vader and the Empire, and bringing peace to this galaxy." Garyn paused. "Which leads me to you. Ahsoka and I cannot do this on our own. We need as much help as possible, and former Jedi are the best to ask in this situation. However, we do understand if you don't want to get involved." These days, the Jedi were probably valuing their lives, and not wanting to risk anything.

Garyn didn't blame him at all if he opted not to help. If Vader found out of his existence, he'd be in extreme danger as Vader would most likely send countless Sith and Imperials. Garyn paused as he sensed the all-too familiar disturbance in the force. "Yes. You think your friends from the cantina are looking for us?" If that was the case, this just became a lot more complicated.

[Cyrus Starr]

Cyrus listened to Garyn's plan rubbing the bead on his chin  'So that is the plan move all the Jedi to Kalee . And maybe restart the Order, an interesting idea. "So, you wish for me to take up the Saber again and help you out huh?"  Cyrus's foot moved restless a sign that the young jedi was thinking over the idea.  After a few minutes. "My first duty was to the republic if I can help restore it. Then I will. You can deal me in, I was put in the game when Vader attacked the temple." Cyrus said knowing that he was outing his life on the line again. But that was what the Jedis were there for protected the Republic.

Part of him caught himself think bring on the imps and the Sith. It would be the first time he fought overwhelming odds. To be honest he like it when the odd were against him. My friend my whole life been complicated. But, yes I think our friends from the Lady are looking for me."  He answered