Tecave City

*Agabus Krall, Demiter Finn find apartments within the City, Ronove pays te rent for them*

*Electrix leaves to the Citadel.*

*Vallen exits the Council Chamber and walks to the Citadel.*

*Agabus roams the city, makes his way to the Luna.*

*with the loud voice heard within the city, dianly listens for any further communications... dianly spoke to the voxyn in vongish, hoping it would find the source of the voice. the voxyn spun to the right and dianly followed, he hoped his methods would show the inquistors that he intended to be taken seriously.*

*Agabus Krall and Demiter Finn depart their Tecave City apartments and make their way to Ronove Agricultural Holdings.*

*In a cerea suburbs a single mother is awakened by the screams of her newly born infant. The last few weeks has been one of stress and frustration as she learned how to care for a baby on her own. Walking into the nursery she picks up her young son and sits down on the rocking chair to feed. Tied and scared she broken into tears as the long days with little sleep took its toll on her mind. Her husband gone shortly after she became pregnant with a baby that was not his. Now she was forced to care this child on her own and with no father to lend a helping hand her job as a mother and soul provider of her growing family. The baby feed she burped him and placed him back down to sleep before to returning to her bed for the reminder of the night.*

*She laid her head down to sleep she is awakened by her son of a curious birth. Rubbing her eyes and sighing as she looks at out of the window and sees that it is still very late. tossing off the covers she lights a candle and wraps her night coat tight before she goes to see why the baby is crying. Walking into the dark room she shields the flame from a window that blown open. With the candle in hand she walks to the window closing and locking it before turning her attention to the baby. Setting down the candle next to the crib she looks down at her son wrapped in Cerean draft beast skin. Picking him up she sits down on the rocking chair and rocks the crying baby to sleep before placing it back down in the crib and exiting back to her bed.*

*once again she is awakened by her babies screams. getting out of bed she grabs the candle and ties her house coat. Walking down the hall she feels a slight chill in the air but is not alarmed because it is most likely just the window again. Rounding the corner of the doorway she holds the candle up into the air to try and cast some light into the room. Standing over the crib is the faint impression of an old and crippled Cerean male wearing a long robe. Screaming she drops the candle and takes a step backward as the ghostly figure raises it's head to look at the mother. Mustering her courage she takes a step forward to grab her baby and flee but as she lifts her foot her muscles lock and she is sent flying into the air until she pinned to the ceiling. There she watches the ghost transform into a mist and enter her sons body viva it's screaming mouth. Once it was done the mother fell from the ceiling cracking her head on the rocking chair and lays unconscious in a pool of blood and her son lays in the crib silent.*

*Longinus New reborn into a new Cerean body jumps out of the crib using the force to make an otherwise impossible leap. looking around he notices the mother of his host laying on the floor. she served her purpose and now what happened to her was little concern to him. Now he needed to find away off of Cerea and back to his temple where he can piece back together his order, but where to begin he thought. The inquisitors station wasn't far from Tecave city, but still too far for an infant to make it on his own. He needed to find a transport somehow and soon before day raise and his movements would be noticed. A baby walking around trying to stowaway on a wagon would be sure to draw some attention. Without another thought Longinus crawled toward the nearest door passing pictures of the happy family before his involvement.*

*exiting the house he spots a draft cart and a team of draft beast in the open barn, but realizing hooking them up would be far to much work for him in this state he keeps moving toward the barn in hopes that there will be something he can use. entering the barn he looks around the dark interior but sadly it was a normal barn. Only farm equipment, hay and animals no land speeders or shuttle.*

*Leaving the barn he sits on the ground thinking over what he should do, then it dawns on him. why would he need to hook up a draft breast to a cart? he is a small infant and as long as he can hold on to the back of the animal he can ride it while dominating it's mind. crawling back into the barn he looks around for the draftbeast. finding them he stands himself up and on shaky legs he raises his tubby arms and peers into the mind of the beast exploring it's simple mind to find the point to grab hold and take control. Draftbeast standing still swaying back and forth transfixed on a point on the wall as Longinus crawled next to it's leg and climbed up to it's back. Using the force to call a blanket to him Longinus commanded the beast to exit the barn and head toward the inquisitor compound.*

Korum downed the shot of whiskey and slammed the shot glass back down upon the bar, closing his eyes as the liquid burned its way down his throat. Coughing once, he used his hand to push back his thick red bangs, then swept the bar with a quick glance, looking for anyone that appeared interesting. He didn't find anything, which wasn't surprising in and of itself. He'd been on this planet for about a week, waiting for a contact to get back to him about a load of spice that he was supposed to have delivered several days ago. True enough, he was starting to worry, but he was determined to play it cool. Panicking wouldn't help anyone, lest of all himself.

Turning to the bartender, he rapped on the bar with the second knuckles of his first two fingers. A big man with a balding fringe of curly yellow hair, a mustache that he waxed liberally, and a stomach that refused to be contained by a shirt several sizes too small, the bartender shot a glance his way and then sighed before bustling his way over.

-Bartender-
"Yeah, what do you want?"

-Korum-
"Lomin ale."

The guy nodded and turned away for a moment, busying himself at the counter behind the bar. While he waited, Korum scratched the bridge of his nose and thought about what he should do. He had a cargo bay full of spice and, as of yet, no buyer. He could leave, but it was unlikely that he would find another trusted buyer before he would need the credits. He could wait here, but if his original contact didn't show up, he risked being stranded on Cerea with no credits and no way to get off-world, and a ship loaded with untaxed spice that could get him shut up in some prison for three to five.

After a few seconds the bartender turned back to him and plopped a tall glass of foaming green liquid in front of him. Nodding appreciatively, Korum dropped two credit chips on the bar. They disappeared into the bartender's hand almost as soon as they hit the wood. Picking up the glass, the pirate took a long drink, and then settled in, staring at the green liquid with fierce concentration.

-???-
"You're in my seat."

-Korum-
"Bummer."

He didn't even bother looking up, though he did set down his glass. Though he usually prided himself on being level-headed, having been stuck on this planet for nearly a week with no action had set his nerves on edge. The moment that he'd heard the raw edge of implied threat in the newcomer's voice, his adrenaline had started to pump. He lifted the glass to take another drink of his lomin ale, trying on a cool facade, but just before the glass reached his lips, the man's meaty hand shout out and jarred his arm, knocking the glass onto the ground, spilling the contents and shattering it. For only a brief second a smile lit Korum's face, and then there was a flicker of movement.

Click.

The sound of the hammer on his revolver being drawn back echoed through the now still cantina. After another moment, Korum turned to look at the man, and brought his aim up from the man's chest to his head, which had been shaved bald. A braided beard of black hair reached down to his collar bone, and two tear-drops had been tattooed to his flesh, just beneath his left eye. The smuggler didn't bother getting up from his stool; he could aim just fine from where he was sitting. Index finger resting on the hair-trigger of his weapon, he nodded towards the door.

-Korum-
"Get out."

Nervous, the man licked his lips. A quick glance at the door, and then he was staring down at Korum again, no doubt conflicted. He couldn't very well ignore the ultimatum given him by a man with a revolver pointed towards his forehead, but neither could he just slink off without looking like a fool in front of people he no doubt saw just about everyday. Korum could appreciate that, but he hoped the man wasn't going to do something stupid just to keep up his image. A smile lit the smuggler's face for a minute as he realized that, in the other man's shoes, he probably would have taken his chances.

But the smile was not lost on the confrontational new arrival, and with a growl, he plunged his hand down to his hip, reaching for the blaster that was holstered there. He jerked it free and-