Maximus Alvin's was walking down the hallway of his favorite cantina enjoying the evening on a lovely Saturday night. Fresh off some previous Imperial scouting missions with coin in hand, he decided he was ready to wind down a bit with some drink and good music. Approaching the back rooms where the live band was he noticed a figure quickly approaching his right. Within seconds his senses were spiked and he realized this was no stranger running to the bathroom after engaging in too much boozing antics. As he sharply turned igniting his lightsaber to illuminate the foe, he realized it was an old bounty hunter named Malia. She was a gorgeous creature of human orgin, but with a history as fierce as the worst scum in the galaxy. She was raised by mercenaries after they pillaged her village as a toddler. Raised by the eldest of Clans, she would become one of the most feared for her beauty, combat prowess, and ability to sneak upon her prey. Her love for the coin was her biggest drive in life and her services could be easily traded to the highest bidder regardless if the original bidder became the victim. She had been hunting Maximus for years after a chance encounter 2 years prior in a Cantina where Maximus utilized his unamusing charm to chase her. It was something she wasn’t flattered in, but it was in his own embarrassment she saw perfection in him. The two would go on a short term affair for the next few months, until one day she received a bounty. The offer was listed for Maximus from a unknown source who did not approve of their relationship. Was it a jealous rival of the two, or someone who truly wanted to see the Jedi all gone. Either way the offer was too good for Malia to pass up. She decided there are plenty of fish in the sea and Maximus is one of many. However due to his own intelligence he had already vanished from their living corridor and stole their 3 legged pet to boot. She was furious. Fast forward 2 years later and 2 second within striking distance and Maximus mind is all flashing with these thoughts. Within a second he launches a jacket at Malia which smacks her in the face. She then stops staring at the jacket asking “What is this”. Maximus replies “That is Foofy, she passed away two years ago and I didn’t have the heart to tell you since you were head over hills snuggling with her at night. I took her to the nearest shop to have her fur remade into this amazing jacket for you to remember Foofy by, but you had already left.” Malia looked in shock, pick up the jacket, smelled it and then reached out for Maximus to hug. All the while Maximus knew he didn’t really do that. He grabbed the jacket from some homeless thug digging through the garage outside when he sensed her presence in the Force. The disgusting smell of the trash coating the jacket was enough to fool Malia’s senses of the smell of the disgusting Foofy. The two would disappear in the Cantina for the night, but this time Maximus knew it would only be a night with the crazy Malia.

Dante yawned as he sat in the command chair of his newly purchased Decimator. Although he wanted something a bit less conspicuous, Kell figured that his next ship would be something Corellian so that he could move to and fro within the galaxy proper a bit more easily than in an Imperial ship. Sadly, the destruction of the Cocytus System had left the Dante family more in need of a battle worthy ship. Especially now that the clan was embarking on a new mission of taking over a new system to serve as their home base of operations.

With his 3 person crew, Kell had decided to go on a long range scouting mission instead of lurking around the new system that Scholae was working on taking over through infiltration and subterfuge. He didn't really like the idea of all of this sneaking around to accomplish their goals, and he had advocated for more of a diplomatic or even military solution to the problem of a new home for the clan.

Scouting around the edges of the system was a great way for the senior officer to relieve some stress and get to know his new aide and bodyguard better. Lounging in the captain’s chair that he had installed, Kell looked over at Ferraro and said “So… anything new on Pravus coming through the rumor mill?”

Sitting at one of the gunner positions, the older man responded with “Not really. There was a bit of chatter saying that he had gone off on another search for some artifact.”

Major Guili, his new pilot who just transferred over from a special Intelligence unit, looked over her shoulder and piped in with “So, the leader of the Brotherhood who just wiped the Cocytus System out of existence is missing, and you’re upset about it?”

Dante chuckled slightly and looked over at his new bodyguard, Buk Rojers, who just glowered a bit and turned his head back towards the sensor console. “C’mon, Buk… what are your feelings on the subject?”

The Kiffar just shrugged his shoulders and said “If the Grand Master wishes to be left alone then that is why he established the Dark Council to rule in his absence.”

Dante nodded and said “That is kind of how I feel. I also am planning on personally taking of Blade when I see her next time. Her involvement in all of this led to the destruction of our system… Damn Excidium… Leftovers from Caliburnus…”

Ferraro smiled and said “Your dad and you both hated the Cali’s…. I never understood it since we weren’t around them that much on Judecca, but Angelo really took it to heart all those years ago.”

“Well, it was personal. At least I get along with Ras these days. I just think we are about to end up in another large scale effort. This Lotus thing is starting to get out of hand, and I’m not sure where we’ll end up since the Iron Throne has gone after just about every clan now. It could be a free for all or at least three sides going after the Throne,” said Kell as he stood up from the command chair and looked out at the view of deep space. “Let’s go take a look at Ulress… we might find something to do there.”

“That isn’t in our flight plan, Field Marshal,” responded Guili as she pulled up the flight charts.

A laugh erupted from Ferraro, but he kept quiet as Dante gave him a look.

“Fine…. Plot a looping course that will bring us just past Balaerion and then back through the system. We can stop off at Ulress on the way home,” said an annoyed Kell as he went back over to his chair and plopped down.

Maximus Alvin's was walking down the hallway of his favorite cantina enjoying the evening on a lovely Saturday night. Fresh off some previous Imperial scouting missions with coin in hand, he decided he was ready to wind down a bit with some drink and good music. Approaching the back rooms where the live band was he noticed a figure quickly approaching his right. Within seconds his senses were spiked and he realized this was no stranger running to the bathroom after engaging in too much boozing antics. As he sharply turned igniting his lightsaber to illuminate the foe, he realized it was an old bounty hunter named Malia. She was a gorgeous creature of human orgin, but with a history as fierce as the worst scum in the galaxy. She was raised by mercenaries after they pillaged her village as a toddler. Raised by the eldest of Clans, she would become one of the most feared for her beauty, combat prowess, and ability to sneak upon her prey. Her love for the coin was her biggest drive in life and her services could be easily traded to the highest bidder regardless if the original bidder became the victim. She had been hunting Maximus for years after a chance encounter 2 years prior in a Cantina where Maximus utilized his unamusing charm to chase her. It was something she wasn’t flattered in, but it was in his own embarrassment she saw perfection in him. The two would go on a short term affair for the next few months, until one day she received a bounty. The offer was listed for Maximus from a unknown source who did not approve of their relationship. Was it a jealous rival of the two, or someone who truly wanted to see the Jedi all gone. Either way the offer was too good for Malia to pass up. She decided there are plenty of fish in the sea and Maximus is one of many. However due to his own intelligence he had already vanished from their living corridor and stole their 3 legged pet to boot. She was furious. Fast forward 2 years later and 2 second within striking distance and Maximus mind is all flashing with these thoughts. Within a second he launches a jacket at Malia which smacks her in the face. She then stops staring at the jacket asking “What is this”. Maximus replies “That is Foofy, she passed away two years ago and I didn’t have the heart to tell you since you were head over hills snuggling with her at night. I took her to the nearest shop to have her fur remade into this amazing jacket for you to remember Foofy by, but you had already left.” Malia looked in shock, pick up the jacket, smelled it and then reached out for Maximus to hug. All the while Maximus knew he didn’t really do that. He grabbed the jacket from some homeless thug digging through the garage outside when he sensed her presence in the Force. The disgusting smell of the trash coating the jacket was enough to fool Malia’s senses of the smell of the disgusting Foofy. The two would disappear in the Cantina for the night, but this time Maximus knew it would only be a night with the crazy Malia.