A Brother's Search

[Jaxon Krave]

Jax sighed. Finding his brother wasn't going to be as easy as he had originally thought. Apparently Kai had buried himself deep, covering his tracks every step of the way. It had taken forever to even track him this far.

"Damn it Kai. What were you thinking?"

He blew a strand of semi wavy light brown hair out of his face. Looking at his reflection in a piece of nearby metal, he sighed again. As usual he was unkempt and tired looking, the many late hours and drinking had done it to him, but he couldn't stop.

Screams and death seemed to follow him everywhere, like some sort of malevolent spirit, creeping in from the sides, but when you turn to look there was nothing there. He shook his head to clear his mind, the approached a nearby rodian. Removing a datapad from his utility belt, he looked at him questioningly.

"Hey there! I was just wondering if you've seen this man at all. He's... a good friend of mine. His family is worried about him."

The Rodian stared at him icily, not even looking at the pad. Then it leaned forward and glared.

"What would I care about some scumbucket human? They are like grains of sand out here. As a matter of fact, you could say that this planet was a vast desert. And all you people do is bring me more sand."

It turned away, chortling softly.

"Go back home. That boy is probably meat for one of the gangwars. Hopefully lying dead in a ditch. I have better things to do than stare at your ugly face all night. Now leave me before things get serious." He motioned to the vibroblade at his hip.
Jax put his hands in the air and slowly backed away shrugging.

"SOooooooo-ry...", he quipped sarcastically.

As the rodian continued down the street, Jax's eyes were drawn to the datapad once again and he frowned.

"Kai.. Darn it. Where are you?" he whispered in frustration.
Well, if it was one thing, at least he knew he had found the slums.

He was interrupted as his commlink crackled into life. The gruff voice of his father seemed tired as well. This had taken its toll on all of them.

"Jax. You might want to get back to the ship. I've just received word that we're not the only ones here looking for Kai."

Jax's brow furrowed, his green eyes narrowing. If this was true... things had just become much more dangerous. Cursing again, he turned away from the street and darted into a alleyway. He leaned up against the wall and spoke again.

"Dad, do you think-?"
"Yes. I'm pretty sure Owappa sent bounty hunters. Keep on your toes! I'm already missing one son, don't think I could take another disappearing on me."

Jax chuckled, more as a reassurance to his father than any glee he felt himself.

"Don't worry Daddy. I can take care of myself."
His father responded with a snort.
"Yeah, well, don't let your guard down."

((OOC: Hope this is alright, FIRST POST! WooohooO!))

[MikDaTv]

OOC: Jesus. I've made some long posts in my day but that sucker takes the cake. Maybe it's just the small screen on my iPod but that was one huge post.

[Jaxon Krave]

Jax turned to the nearest source of information he could think of.Few took notice of his presence as he strode through the double doors of the cantina and he meandered through the crowded dining and casino areas until he finally made it to the bar.

"I'll have whatever that guys having." He waved his hand in the direction of the nearest human.

A few seconds later, the bartender returned with a small cyclindrical glass, filled to the brim with a foamy red liquid.

Jax tossed back his head and chugged it in one quick slug, warmth filling him.

"Oh yeah. Haven't had that in a while."

He leaned back and stretched, relaxing a bit. THIS was the atmosphere he was used to. The rattling and dinging of gambling machines, the soft "swoosh" of cards being played upon a nearby table, the murmur of people enjoying themselves. Here, he could drown out the sounds of the past.

That was quickly brought to an end however as a soft clicking and charging sound flitted above the din. The barrel of a blaster rested tightly against his back.

"So, been awhile Jax..."

The gravelly voice of the Mandalorian was confident, not overconfident, but the voice of someone who had seen many battles and survived where others hadn't.

"Kyr Tavon. Yes it has. " Jax didn't even bat an eye or turn towards him, instead he slowly leaned forward to nurse the glass in front of him. "I didn't know that one of the republics greatest warriors had resorted to becoming Hutt slime."

Kyr took a seat next to him, his pistol still pressed into Jax's side. The older man's craggy face entered Jax's peripheral vision. "Damn, the years have not been kind to you Kyr."

Kyr snorted.
"Yeah, well look who's speaking. Have you taken a look in the mirror lately?"

Jax had to admit, the man was right. His hair was tousled, he had almost permanent 5 o'clock shadow, probably smelled of alchohol, and the blaster scars marred his forearm and most of his body, other than his neck and face. He supposed he had to be grateful the battles had let him off with at least that.

"Kyr, if your here to capture me I-"

Kyr laughed as well as he could, his gravelly voice sounded almost as a dog was barking instead of laughter.

"Give me a break kid. If I wanted to capture you, you think I would resort to speaking with you? You wouldn'ta seen it coming and you know it. I simply was looking for information on your brother, and I thought I would give you the chance to give it to me peaceably."

It was Jax's turn to snort.
"Don't make me laugh Kyr. I know we were in the same squad, but what makes you think that I, a correlian of all people, would turn his back on family?"

At this Kyr grabbed JAx's arm and twisted it painfully behind his back, the gun moving to jam into his ribs and armpit. He whispered in his ear.

"Alright. Chance's over. Now get up slowly and walk to the door. I've got other ways of getting info from you Jax. I have friends who can do things even I wouldn't imagine to you. We'll get the information soon enough."

He pressed up, pain shooting through Jax's shoulder now and Jax stood. Jax's eyes shot around, looking for some means of escape. Damn, there wasn't any way out of this, was there?

"Sorry Dad." He whispered as he was led out the door.

((OOC: LOL! Well, maybe I should start cutting the posts into bite sized chunks and saving part of them for later.. XD Sorry Mik...))

[Jaxon Krave]

His vision swam before him as he slowly regained conciousness. Raising his groggy head, he tried to shift so that he could see more around him, but his body was refusing to respond. Moving even the slightest was like trying to swim through a mud pit. A raspy voice wafted through the shadows of what appeared to be a cell, dripping water and the dank smell of undercity confirmed he was in the sewer. A blurry figure moved forward, seeming to coelesce from the shadows themselves, it's hand outstretched before him.

"Greetings... young one.", it rasped.

"I have been waiting for you. You have been resisting my probing for awhile now. No matter, all have broken, and you shall be no different."

It turned slightly, seemed to be thinking.

"Just remember, the more you resist, the closer your grip on reality will come to shattering...completely."

It chuckled, and rested it's hand upon his head.
Fire.
He screamed aloud as his body spasmed. It felt as though his flesh were melting away and the room spun, the world around him emitting eery red colors that ebbed with his pain. Slowly, it increased in intensity. And then it was gone.
He stood once more in a familiar burned out farmhouse, and dread filled him. He was there again!
NO! Not this! Anything but this!
Screams rang out, civilians being slaughtered by the group who could have been, should have been their protectors. The cries of a small girl, calling for her parents to get up. Tormented pleas going unanswered. Then they were halted forever in a torrent of blaster fire. More shots being fired. People running for cover, a mother calling to her child. Death cries of innocent people, it felt as if they were all crying out at once. Pleas for life, others begging for death. Covering his ears he curled into a fetal position. It was so real, he could even feel the *crunch* of blackened and charred wood under him as he began to rock.
Please! PLEASE! No more!
Yet it continued.
Not this! NOT AGAIN!

Outside of this inner world, the figured smiled to himself proudly and watched Jax writhe in utter agony, mainly psychological.
Tyr grunted. The mandolorian, turned away. To him this seemed beneath his code. Of course he had to change with the times and survival, but still. There was no honor in it.

"Man, Shire, sometimes your...abilities...give me the creeps."

Turning toward the door, he folded his arms and called over his shoulder.
"I'm leaving for now, got better things to turn my attention to."
The figure simply nodded in dismissal, too intent on it's subject to really be listening to him. He knew Shire was enjoying this, perhaps a bit too much.

Disgusted he headed back into the adjoining sewer entrance and sighed, cracking his knuckles. As soon as he was outside earshot, he turned on his halonet communicator. The reciever had been flashing for awhile and he wanted to know EXACTLY what was going on.

"This thing's supposed to be top of the line technology, and it's acting up like a piece a Jawa litter."

[Zilfer Of Shadows...]

Enter is used alot and yes it is your Ipod mik. i'm 50% sure. they aren't THAT big. good post though sorry to intrude on the topic. OOC