Post by kaious on Mar 14, 2012 14:14:20 GMT -5
Watching the droid micro cleanse the rug on the floor of the bar to get the last of the blood out was not helpful.
Zail had not wanted infighting, he had wanted the Claw to be of single purpose. He'd said as much to Kaious in their meetings. In fact Kaious was beginning to like Zail, he understood him in a basic way, rare for men like that.
But tempers flare and many sith believed that unbridled rage was paramount. His actions had not saved Kaibant, he wondered if Zail would be disappointed in him.
The mess was finally cleaned up, and all that remained were the ghosts of emotions swirling around the room. Unfettered arrogance and pride, disappointment, disgust, anger everywhere. It was thrilling to feel the emotions and severity of them in the air. The softest hints on the ends of sadness. Kaious knew the last flavour was his, a waste of potential was always a shame.
Every hand was needed for the upcoming fight and now they were a hand short. Kaious sat down on the bar stool and pulled open a Datapad. He'd have to alter his recommendations for strategy to Zail. The Company Bar was quiet now, the bouncers outside kept the riff raff out and he was able to drink alone. Thinking out a new strategy wasn't overly difficult but it was more work than he felt up to doing. Other things pressed on his mind and he needed the resources to do so. Needed a slave purchased, needed his apprentice properly trained to carry his end. Things were coming together but slowly. His timetables needed to be advanced...
Setting down the datapad he mixed up a Tatooine Fireball. The shot rested on the bar as Kaious put away the rest of the materials left out, the datastreams and holorecords powered down and left aside. All was quiet, even the dancer had headed off home. One last glass of his Mandalorian whiskey, a present from Rouke, the only Mandalorian he knew.
Taking a sip from it he looked across the bar at the mixed shot and smiled slightly. Raising his glass in salute he nodded to the memory of Kaibant, the drinks owner.
Zail had not wanted infighting, he had wanted the Claw to be of single purpose. He'd said as much to Kaious in their meetings. In fact Kaious was beginning to like Zail, he understood him in a basic way, rare for men like that.
But tempers flare and many sith believed that unbridled rage was paramount. His actions had not saved Kaibant, he wondered if Zail would be disappointed in him.
The mess was finally cleaned up, and all that remained were the ghosts of emotions swirling around the room. Unfettered arrogance and pride, disappointment, disgust, anger everywhere. It was thrilling to feel the emotions and severity of them in the air. The softest hints on the ends of sadness. Kaious knew the last flavour was his, a waste of potential was always a shame.
Every hand was needed for the upcoming fight and now they were a hand short. Kaious sat down on the bar stool and pulled open a Datapad. He'd have to alter his recommendations for strategy to Zail. The Company Bar was quiet now, the bouncers outside kept the riff raff out and he was able to drink alone. Thinking out a new strategy wasn't overly difficult but it was more work than he felt up to doing. Other things pressed on his mind and he needed the resources to do so. Needed a slave purchased, needed his apprentice properly trained to carry his end. Things were coming together but slowly. His timetables needed to be advanced...
Setting down the datapad he mixed up a Tatooine Fireball. The shot rested on the bar as Kaious put away the rest of the materials left out, the datastreams and holorecords powered down and left aside. All was quiet, even the dancer had headed off home. One last glass of his Mandalorian whiskey, a present from Rouke, the only Mandalorian he knew.
Taking a sip from it he looked across the bar at the mixed shot and smiled slightly. Raising his glass in salute he nodded to the memory of Kaibant, the drinks owner.