506. Planet Den Var - Trychon

Trychon and Raezyr lounged in a corner booth at Club Sky. They preferred the corner booths for several reasons, mostly privacy related. While it also caused the potential issue of being cornered, they weren't generally worried about suddenly being attacked by a force they couldn't slice their way through quickly. Not here. Den Var was notably independent of the Republic, which didn't guarantee that they wouldn't run into a Jedi, but it nearly guaranteed that any they did run into would likely also be independent. Any Jedi from the Order who did run across them here or follow them here would hesitate due to jurisdictional issues.

Club Sky was a decent establishment. They'd merely stumbled across it the last time they'd visited this planet, but this time they found it by entering the name into the computer on the speedercab. They'd worked in tandem using their Force link to manage a Sabaac table last time and walked away with much more sizable credchits. This night, or at least night for the locals, they merely observed.

The crowd was fairly evenly mixed, humans and non-humans, with a nice atmosphere that didn't broadcast any sort of feeling of a shadier establishment, as so many of the cantinas they'd been to had. There was of course a feeling in the Force of a bit of shadiness in some individuals, especially around the Sabaac tables, but nothing out of the ordinary.

There were several servingbots wandering from table to table, efficiently taking and retrieving orders for patrons, as well as a handful of sentient servers, mainly around the center bar and gambling area. The servingbot made it to their table fairly quickly after they'd been seated. They would have been served even more quickly if the droid hadn't had to clean their table from the gentleman who had been sitting there before they stood half a dozen meters away giving him a cold look and a gentle nudge in the Force.

They took in their ales as slowly as the waves of emotion through the Force. It was a welcome change of pace for them after being in the company of the Taxl monks for a couple long months. The shifts in emotions towards the end of their stay there was better than their normal state of peace, but it still wasn't the calming white noise of large crowd of beings, ranging the entire spectrum of human emotions and then some.

Halfway through their second ale, Raezyr spoke first. "Quiet trip here..." He was alluding of course the the fact that all three of the travelers had not been very conversational on the hyperspace voyage to Den Var. They'd gotten back into their normal sparring routines, but had not addressed the holocrons at all or really even discussed what had happened to them. Mannix was likely still sitting in his room not even talking to their droid. He had opted to stay on the ship for the time being, though the two brothers would have insisted he stay behind if he had wanted to follow. The boy was already overwhelmed... a planet like this would put his mind into shock.

Trychon swirled his drink and finished it off. "I don't know about you, I just didn't know what there was to say. I had to process what happened. We got lucky."

Raezyr raised an eyebrow at him, unsure whether or not to laugh.

Trychon waved over one of the girls who was wandering around checking on patrons. "I'm serious. We could have died. Vikon was shortsighted for someone who supposedly sees into the future so well. If he knew we had a way off that rock, he likely wouldn't have spared us."

Raezyr understood and nodded.

Just as the he put in his order for more drinks, Trychon finished his comment. "I'm just wondering if we need to rethink our... path."

Raezyr nearly spewed out the ale from his mouth, but refrained from responding until the waitress was out of earshot. "If you're suggesting we join the Jedi you're off your hoverseat." He struggled to keep his voice low. "You don't understand. Not happening."

Trychon stayed quiet as he accepted their drinks, and Raezyr knew he was serious from the fact that he didn't tease or smile at the woman as she gave them their drinks.

Trychon leaned in. "I'm not suggesting that. I just don't know if the enemy of your enemy is your friend. Your own experiences aside, I doubt I would fit in with that lot anyway... they take themselves so seriously. Vikon just got me thinking. Eiron may have been wacky, but we may have been lucky that he was the first Sith we ran into. We listened to Daxon Var tell story after story, and I never let all of it really seep in. I never really thought about being double crossed like that."

Finally letting his own frustration out, Raezyr pounded the table with his fists, though not loud enough to draw attention. "I'm going to kill that pile of bones."

"I know." Trychon nodded. "We'll have to take care of him eventually if we figure out where in space he went with our amulets. Mannix will make sure of that. In the mean time though, what do we do?"

"What are you suggesting? We stop following the Sith teachings? Settle down?"

"I don't really know. I have no problem with the Sith teachings... just some of their practices... and the practitioners." He paused. "I'm not saying we just disappear into the distance and do nothing either. I just think that for now, unless we hear from our real Master, we just avoid actually trying to join up with any other Sith."

Raezyr pondered this for a moment. "We do have the holocrons."

Trychon smiled. "Exactly. We keep learning, and continue with the ventures we already have going on. Maybe get Tyr and Anya out here and work some angles here when we're not working on some of that... out of the reach of the Jedi Order and the Republic. See where we're at after a while."

Raezyr laughed a little as he waved over the servingbot and ordered another round.

"What?" Trychon eyed him.

"You did an awful lot of thinking and explaining to basically decide 'Lets keep doing what we're doing and try not to get electrocuted again.'"

"Shut up, Raez."