OOM: Mission: Shopping!

[last_kallig]

This is Kaas City, the Dark heart of the Sith Empire. The planet of Dromund Kaas is saturated with the Dark Side of the Force and the city itself is mere klicks from at least one incredibly potent Dark Force Nexus. Compared to THAT, the hundreds of Sith here are mere pinpricks, raindrops in an ocean of dark power.

And Quinlan Voss, former Jedi, is here to.....shop. The Force works in mysterious ways, perhaps.

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[the_force_abides]

Seeing Ibani's shift in attention, Quin, very carefully, opens his senses to see if any others are currently using the Force. He also shifts to ensure his footing is sound and the saber he brought along, one with a Sith crystal, is free in case there is need.

He hopes his impulsiveness isn't about to get them in trouble. As to Harkun, well the man can fend for himself.

[last_kallig]

No one is actively using the Force right now, but the strange Sith is a well of Dark Side power, most likely the strongest Dark Sider Quin has ever encountered.

"That's the Dark Lord Darth Marr," Ibani explains quietly. "Member of the Dark Council and one of the most powerful Sith in the entire Empire." No wonder Harkun is so pale!

Darth Marr speaks, his voice a deep tone largely absent of emotion. "Inattentiveness to one's surroundings is a dangerous trait for a Sith to cultivate," he intones. It might or might not be a veiled threat, it's impossible to say for sure.

Harkun swallows. "Yes, my Lord, of course. I will take all possible caution in the future."

"Indeed," Marr replies. "I'm sure you will." The Dark Lord stalks on his way without another word.

[the_force_abides]

Quin watches the Sith's back and can't help feeling like he just made it safely from the claws of a rancor. His attention then shifts to Harkun and he decides he has done enough. The man likely deserves more, but Quin has no wish to become anything like the man.

"I believe your former overseer may be in need of new trousers." Quin says, not that he can blame the fellow.

[last_kallig]

"Perhaps," Ibani replies. "I won't deny a certain....satisfaction is seeing him frightened, but he may take his feelings out on someone or something weaker than himself." Like the next slave to cross his path, or the next student under his care.

[the_force_abides]

"That...would be unfortunate," Quin says, feeling guilt at his part in Harkun's anger and potential abuse. He looks about for any means to give the man an outlet, spotting a maintenance droid. Well, better than nothing right?

A subtle use of the Force a time or two and the droid just happens to nearly run over Harkun's foot.

[last_kallig]

There's a feeling of curiosity from Ibani at his use of the Force on the droid until she realizes what he's doing. She then nods subtly in agreement with his plan.

Harkun snarls at the droid and stretches one hand out toward the offending machine. Force lightning crackles through the air, sizzling and popping. The droid's distressed, pained sounding beeps, whistles and shrieks as the lightning blackens its outer shell and destroys its inner workings are loud in the unnatural silence around them. The citizens of Dromund Kaas are quite accustomed to Sith, but even they aren't used to seeing Force lightning at work. (And, of course, they're hoping that if they're quiet and out of the way none of that will be turned on THEM.)

By the time the droid is a blackened shell on the permacrete, Harkun seems back to his usual self. Nothing like putting someone or something else 'in their place' to restore your own sense of superiority, apparently.

[the_force_abides]

Quin spares a moment to worry that droid wasn't on its way to repair something vital before putting it out of his head. Not like he could do anything about it now anyway.

"Perhaps we should move on before he sees us." He murmurs to Ibani. He's not sure if she outranks Harkun but just in case. Plus, he could use less temptation right now.

[last_kallig]

"A wise idea," Ibani murmurs back. "And moving on gives us an opportunity for you to get used to your armor."

The traffic is still at a near standstill, but Force Sensitives aren't limited to traveling along the street. "Up for a bit of a challenge? I bet we can make it back there much faster by nontraditional routes."

It's hardly any effort at all for Ibani to force leap up onto a nearby roof, Quin close behind her. Milliways is calling.