Planet Daleem
1913 GMT

Staring across the courtyard from across his living quarters, Maximus Alvinius saw a woman of such beauty and grace that it stopped him dead in his tracks. He was unsure where he knew this woman from, but the feeling he had got was as if he had known her for years. Within seconds she immediately locked eyes on him and gazed back. All Maximus could see was this woman’s amazing blue eyes gazing as if to put him into a trance. He felt serenity and peace when he looked at her. After realizing he had been gazing too long for embarrassment he quickly shifted away.

Later that day Maximus ran into a local merchant who always seemed to know what was going on throughout the area.

“Who is that woman?” Maximus asked the man.

“Shes a new transfer from some other planet. I’m told she is skilled warrior in hand to hand combat. If her beauty is anything like her fight, she will be dangerous.” Exclaimed the man.

A few hours later while grabbing drinks in the local Cantina the woman reappeared. This time she was dressed in her armor and while still beautiful, there was something about her appearance to take on anything that really pulled at Maximus’s soul.

The bartender leaned over and said “Ah go saw something. You look like a puppy who just tasted food for the first time.

“Aright, alright I will. Just give me a second.” Said Maximus.

Getting out of his seat he quickly adjusted his outfit and lightsaber as subtle as possible. Maintaining his cool he attempted to walk as casually as possible to this woman. Right as he got close to her Maximus tripped over a stool chair and came crashing down on the floor. Immediately the Cantina was in laughter.”

“I thought Jedi weren’t suppose to be clumsy.” The woman said to Maximus.

“Ah yeah, just got back from the Bacta tank after a mission. My minds still getting trying to get straight.” Maximus replied.

“Ah yes and drinks at a Cantina are sure to help.” The woman responded.

“Yes something like that.” Maximus replied while standing up and brushing himself off.

“I’m Maximus Alvinius. One of the Jedi here.” Maximus said while out stretching his hand out to introduce himself.

“Wow, you really don’t remember. I knew the transformation did wonders on you, but to see it in person is challenging.” Ashlynn replied glancing at his hand.

Confused Maximus looked around not sure if Ashlynn had understood he introduced himself, or if she was speaking to someone around him.

“No I’m talking to you Maximus Alvinius, or Landon Cruise as you were called prior to you transformation in the temple years ago. I was your wife in your darker days, but I too have attempted to come to the light. It seems some of you Jedi really lose a lot of yourself when you transition” Ashlynn responded.

Within seconds Maximus had small flashes of memory of the two kissing, their marriage, and some past missions.

“How could I of forgot? I knew I felt I knew you from somewhere and the feeling of love I had for you felt it consumed me when I laid eyes on you. Why does this have to happen right as theres a war on the horizon. I have so much to ask you.” Maximus responded as Ashlynn jumped up and embraced the Jedi in a deep kiss.

Maximus opening his eyes brightly at first in shock and then slowly transitioning into embracing and enjoying the kiss back. The two lock for a good two minutes before finally ending the smooch session.

“Look I’ve got to get back to my new unit and figuring out what I can do to help this Clan in the upcoming war. We will catch up on everything afterwards.” Ashlynn said starring into Maximus’s eyes.

“I understand. I will be thinking of you everyday until this war ends. I know we are connected deeper than just our past even if I don’t remember all the details right now. Please be safe out there and if you need me I will always be here.” Maximus responded.

With that she disappeared off into the city and left Maximus with a million questions in his own mind. Who was he before? What dark place had she come from that he had been to? A temple that he transitioned to the light side? What was this? He knew his memory was hazy from his days before coming here, but now he had so much more information from the past that he wanted to find out who he was. Of course he thought that it would come right before a impending war. This was something he would meditate about before the war and find the right time to find his past.

Outer rims space sector
2122 GMT

Maximus Alvinius was sitting at the Cantina onboard a Space station enjoying some drink and small talk before heading back to his Clan headquarters. He had just spent the weekend scouting some intel reports of Sith trying to infiltrate the local networks within his Sector. Scanning the room he saw all sorts of individuals in the Cantina. Thugs, Mercenaries, Dancers, and other goons alike. This was his sort of place. An atmosphere that no matter your ties and loyalties any individual could come here to enjoy some time of from the binds that affect the conflicts of the Galaxy. No one knew he was a Jedi and he liked it that way.

:::Beep, beep, beep::: Sounded most of the individuals in the Cantinas data pads.

The Thug who was sitting next two him had just recently stubbled off to find the bathroom and left his data pad at the bar table. Looking down at his data pad not to attract attention to himself he read the following message.

“Clansmen of Odan Urr. We have had recent infiltrations of Sith into our ranks and believe Maximus Alvinius has been sending information to the Sith in return for credits. His apprehension is vital to the success of our mission for further peace in the Sector. We need him taken alive at all costs. This message has been dispatched to all local bounties in the areas to include his picture due to the urgent nature of his capture. His last known whereabouts are tracked to a Spacestation in the Outer Rim coordinates 884.227.373. If contact in regards to his capture please report it to the Jedi high council at once. Message over.”

As Maximus raised his head to look around the Cantina he noticed everyone was staring at him. He immediately knew he was in trouble. Within sectors three armed thugs ran his way. Without hesitation he ignited his lightsaber to which they began to fire. Deflecting the laser fire he was able to hit each target and downing them in their places. From behind he felt an arm grab him. He swung around to his target and quickly jammed his lightsaber into his targets chest. Turning around quickly with his back to the wall he watched as around 5 more thugs stopped and starred at him analyzing their next move.

Maximus Alvinius’s yelled out “We can do this all day. I will take each one of your lives if the credits are worth it, or you can let me out of this place. I have all the time in the world and I’m sure many of you could wait to fight this fight another day.” The Jedi yelled.

The thugs looked at each other and nodded in agreement to not chance their lives in a fight with a Jedi of his combat abilties.

Maximus Alvin's calmly exited the Cantina and made his way to his ship taking the a downed thugs data pad with him. Once in his ship he attempted to track the message. Through some clever work with his droid he was able to trace the origin of it from Clan Naga Sadow.

What was this propaganda he thought to himself. Why had this Clan attempted to cause a rift with Odan Urr and single out himself in the process. Maximus immediately sent a transmission to his Clan stating what had happened and what he had found. He made way back towards his Clan headquarters not knowing if he was going to walk into an ambush by Clan Naga Sadow agents, or if his Clan had any information on the cause of this message. He was angry at the circumstances, but tried to control his anger through meditation on the way to his Clan with the information he had found.

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.

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.