"Does the Force say anything about enjoying one too many of these?" Tyrrazapon raised his glass and emptied it."
The Force is not really something to joke about. I'm sure the "other" side would have something to say about it, but we actually like to enjoy our gift, and I don't see a problem with enjoying yourself and having a good time," Raezyr explained, busy with trying to drink his own through his helm.
The three of them continued talking and decided to form a bit of a plan before Tyrrazapon's departure. They'd decided that he would go back for his ship and the two of them would at least get away from Jedi territory and they could meet up someplace in the middle.
"You know, you don't have to wear that thing around us all the time," Tyrrazapon gestured at Raezyr sure that he would get backlash for it.
"It's not something that's up for discussion, and it's definitely not happening in public."
"Well we've already seen what's underneath. And who's to say people wouldn't recognize a guy with a cloak and that particular design on your helm?" Trychon fished.
"No, it stays on. Besides, there are plenty of smugglers and thieves around that dress similarly. I'm sure Tyr here would appreciate the attempt at blending in," Raezyr seemed a little on edge about his scarring. Tyrrazapon knew exactly what he was talking about, but they couldn't know that.
Their discussion had been full of the past but the three of them were still not quite sure how deep to take things quite yet.
Tyrrazapon began to move and indicated he ought to be heading out. With that, the three got up from their corner booth and made their way toward the exit.
"Look, I think I've got a good way to get in and out of Nar Shaddaa without causing too much trouble," Tyrrazapon planned ahead.
"What do you mean?" Trychon was in step.
"It's a smuggling moon, a low-life paradise. I don't think going back with my cloak on would be wise right now, especially since they're currently looking for just such a pair of figures," Tyrrazapon said.
They were coming up on the docks again and they were pleased to see that the transport was set to go next to the Jet Razor.
"Alright, well get back as quick as you can and we'll meet up on Korriban," Raezyr gestured toward the transport.
"Will do," Tyrrazon removed his hood, revealing for the first time his head, face and features. The two were surprised at how dark his eyes naturally were, and that it wasn't just a shadowed effect from his hood. His hair was a dark brown and came down to his chin. He continued and removed the cloak entirely, uncovering a tall, medium build. He had a sleeveless tunic on that was black, and matched his pants and boots. "See, now don't I look more like the smuggling type?" He grinned as he turned and walked toward the transport.
Raezyr and Trychon stood in a bit of shock as they watched him go. Even though Tyrrazapon had a shirt on, they could still see significant evidence of scarring protruding from his shoulder blades and even out onto his shoulders a bit. They looked at each other for a moment and wondered just how extensive those really were.
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