Revelation.

[Mr. Flux]

It was a dark, sterile room. Cold, ominous. This was where the boy slumbered. Except this nude, pale, bald specimen was no mere child. His age easily reached to his mid-sixties. It was around then he stopped counting. And even more interesting, if that wasn't a defining factor of his life, he was a force user as well. And quite a powerful one.

But something happened. He didn't know; all he remembered was his daily activities at the Coruscant watch. Then nothing. Except this...peace. Sleep was wonderful for someone who was forced to be in the body of a fragile ten year old. Especially a year long one. But there was a person out there who knew exactly what happened to him. Whom had managed to subdue such a powerful Guardian and treat him like a lab rat.

Intentionally or not, it was time for the boy to wake. And there, the magnificence of consciousness enveloped him. He darted awake, his vision blurry, his heart race pumping as if he'd been woken from a horrible dream. In truth he didn't know what made him start so quickly; however he began to shiver immediately as he sat on the edge of that cold, metal table. He looked around in the dim light, rather confused.

Whats going on? Where am I? Why am I naked!? I'm naked!

These were his thoughts as he pushed off the edge, and immediately his legs did not support him. He sprawled on the floor. God; he felt like crying. Others would expect that of such a puny looking child. He rest his face on the cool, hard floor. His eyes caught the glint of silver bouncing off the light. The hilt of a lightsaber!

Crawling, he came to see his things..And only too quickly did he rush to pull on the undergarments, and then that dark black aud. It was hard to do whenever you were laying down. He struggled to put the rest of his things on, but managed. He saw a mirror. He groaned as he tried to push himself to his feet.

Several tries and thirty minutes later, he'd succeeded. And managed to work out the kinks of his little body. His lightsaber at his hip, he walked to the mirror, eyeing his looks. He nodded at his top hat. He reached out reflective glass, to touch it..And a surge of electricity went through his fingertips..A pleasing smile. He still had it. He was still him...

But what happened? Where was he? Oh god...I'm hungry!

He felt his stomach growling as he slowly walked to what looked to be a door, where commotion was coming. It slid open, and gave way to a long hallway, which eventually led to another, until he was finally upon a well trafficked area. It looked familiar..Coruscant?.. It was like he was looking at it for the first time, it'd been so long....

[Aminn]

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[Alexander Bane]

"Out of the flippin way!" Alexander Bane screamed over the roar of the engine as he swurved his speeder to the side, just barely missing two females with a single deathwish between them. On a normal day he'd mow them over, but the street was well lit and overpopulated. He'd never get away with a hit and run. It made him bitter to know he'd passed up such a grand oppurtunity, but he knew he could make it up to himself by stabbing a few hobos tonight with his new shiny metal spatula.

He swurved the vehicle again, but this time with purpose. He pulled to the side of the street, narrowly missing several other people as the speeder's side-fin engine skimmed over the curb of the sidewalk, nearly knocking knees off. He powered it down, slipped out, and locked it up. He liked his stolen speeder. It gave him the same sense of satisfaction one gets when wearing a brand new used shirt. He headed off down the sidewalk, swaying from side to side and generally getting in peoples' ways. He no more then five yards away when movement caught his eye. He turned to see his speeder going past him, backwards.

"Oops, forgot the brake," He said absently as he watched the speeder head down the street. Just his luck he parked at the top of a incline. Oh well, at least now he didn't have to worry about ditching the speeder in the ocean, which was a rather difficult task anyways. He slapped his hands together, dustinf them off on each other as if cleaning his hands off of the matters of the speeder. Now, with a bright smiled fixed on his face, he headed off down the street once again, this time more happy. He'd fed his demons and they were sleeping. He had the day to himself. His eyes darted from shops to stores to restraunts to businesses. But oh, what is this? An antique shop? Oh, goody! His grandfather had been an antique dealer, afterall, so why not go down memory lane, or someone elses memory lane...

He pushed the door of the Antique shop open and stepped inside, the musty smell oldness filling his nostrils. He gagged. When he could finally breath again, and wiped the tears from his eyes, he noticed a white haired youth standing by himself near the door. He looked like he was hiding. Ooh, a criminal! He could keep an eye on this one. After all, he'd always wanted to be a crime fighting superhero. He slipped beyind a shelf of ancient antique, but kept his eyes on the youth by peering over the top of the shelf every three seconds.

[Mr. Flux]

He saw it happen; but everything was too fast. He couldn't yell out fast enough to the two girls, but it seemed he didn't need to. They dodged the oncommning danger, and escaped with there lives. He winced his eyes..Did anything even come out of his throat? That's when he began to test his vocal chords, gently, slowly talking to himself as he began to walk with the large sea of humanity, not bothering to look over whom he couldn't see.

A cough. Yes! His voice was still there, it just took a bit of pronouncing and enunciating of specific words to hear it. How long, exactly, had he been under? He had to go somewhere, find some place that he could gauge time. There was a door to his right.

The black garbed force-user easily stepped into the old antique shop. Immediately he noticed some clocks, and other interesting doo-dads. He wasn't giving the customers any attention as he walked to the shop owner..

"Excuse me, what day and year is it."

It was then that he realized what kind of question it was, and more specifically, what it was from.

[Araib Musbunig]

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[Aminn]

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[Lynrii]

Fur, rings and jewelery. Trianii weren't the most divine sapient of the galaxy, but certainly unique. Despite the unusual visage, structure and diverse furs that coated the intellect's flesh, they still managed to be confused with others. Even the old had grown profoundly perturbed by the misunderstanding. All the galactic felinoids, from Cathar to Torgorian were dropped titles instead of the true race.

Behind the counter lay another one. Once again mistaken for something else.

A humorous frown separated the Trianii's lips. Displeasure overextended itself across the elderly felinoid's face, nearly dropping into an erratic pout. Never before had the old man been mistaken for a clock.

"Ey sonnny..."

Before time could past, the old man leaned over, glaring deep into the weird boy's eyes. He was a peculiar customer, and just awkward all around. Never before had the old furball seen a critter like him. Even on Coruscant with all the scum, villains, bums and luna-weed head matched a description similar enough to remember.

"...Now come errr, sonnn-a. Do I look like a calenderrr?"

A chuckle rumbled the Trianii as he leaned closer to the counter, happily giving the boy a closer glance to his face. Hopefully the weirdo-boy wasn't blind too.

[Alexander Bane]

Bane was getting bored, and he was hungry. He would need food soon, or he might do something crazy, such as chewing on someone's ear- which tasted like bantha, but bantha that was waxy and fleshy and without fur. He wandered about, keeping his eyes on the odd little boy. His eyes and acute senses did not miss the theft of certain items, but he kept his mouth shut. Bane had been quite a thief back in his younger years but had moved up to murder when he'd hit his twenties. Murder was so much more fun then stealing, especially when you used a metal spatula with a sharp edge. He continued to follow the boy around until something golden caught his attention. He turned his head slowly, his body lagging a few seconds behind before turning also. There, behind a counter, was a big cat. Bane, with the bright eyes and big smile of a child who'd just met Santa Claus for the first time, walked over to the Trianii and stood there for a few moments, his hands raised and pressed together. He wasn't even breathing," Is it really good luck to rub your head?" He asked finally, his voice a squeek of excitement and his blue eyes were so wide they might fall out.

He still was not breathing...

[Mr. Flux]

He narrowed his eyes at the interesting creature infront of him. He had a feeling he should've known what it was..By the force; what had happened to his memory!? Why had they done this to him?! He felt as helpless as he did whenever he was ten years old, and whenever he shocked that gland, thus making him immortal, and a child for all time...Such a horrible thing..

But he brought himself to the present, pretty much absolutely ignoring everyone except the business owner infront of him, until that...crude man interrupted him...

"No..I'm sorry. You don't. It's just..I haven't had the best day, and am having a slight case of..well, forgetting most everything."..

He confessed, slightly smiling as he moved closer to the Trianii..Careful as he reached the counter.

[Araib Musbunig]

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[Lynrii]

Trianii were not renown for their business savvy, but Lynrii wasn't typical by any means.

Far from the paws of his homeland, he nestled in spots of all kind in a curl. There were no grounds he couldn't find a nice catnap to call his own. Rigid to lush, nothing remained unadaptable by the fury hide of the youthful elder. An eye casted off to the side, he watched as the newfound customer found himself too close for comfort. The quickness of his eyes captured the disdain that pinched at the air.

Tension wasn't the exact word, but he couldn't help but linger at the possibility of a brawl. Sprawl a long the counter, his elbows perched to leave his hand to uphold his strong jaw. All sorts of bait crunched under the prowess of his animilastic hold. Bowels juggled the bones and meat of his favorite snacks and meals. Even the slightest reminder could tingle the sensation for another taste.

He waited for a moment, observing as the boy cleared for a closer conversation. If the fight wouldn't start soon, he would simply play patient. Something would excite him...eventually.

"Welp!" Lynrii finally snapped his lips, his chops popping at one another as he leaned back away from the counter. Instead of intervene, he rather give the child some space for the plausible dispute. The day had drawn uneasy, and to drink it down would be a pleasant blunder.

Bouts were always very intriguing for the old lad.

"Year 40 after the Great ReSssssynchronization. 40:2:12.

Ya go't dat?"

[Aminn]

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[Mr. Flux]

(( OOC: Sorry to skip a poster, but it's been several days. ))

Flux felt as if he'd just been punched in the stomach. An entire gut check. The thought; mentally the flash of blonde hair. Was she alright!? The nights of the purge were..

He realized what it all might look like to the Trianii. And he lofted a childlike smirk up to him..

"Thank you."..

And despite the other people, he began to turn away from the counter. Not particularly caring for them. He didn't know them, and despite looking suspicous, he didn't notice anything else.

Afterall, Flux looked rather suspicous himself.

[Alexander Bane]

Woah! A kid in a black top hat! Now that's something you don't see everyday. He turned away from the grumpy kitty-cat and centered his attention on the child. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled over to the child, rising to his knees and matching the child's height, "Aw, who da pwetty boy?" He asked, reaching out a hand to pinch the child's cheek. He was, afterall, a very cute child.

[Araib Musbunig]

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[Lynrii]

A grumble rumbled the feline's belly as he leaned back into his seat at the counter. The sly eyes of the cat-like man sway to the boy as he manuever past the building line. Never before had the antique grown in such potential customers in just a matter of moments. A smile grew on the businessman's face. In only a few strings thrown into the sea outside, his sign racked in a bundle.

If only there was a holocam to catch the moments.

No one would believe him when he told them.

All the planning, the structure building, it all was coming to a clever pinnacle.

The clean fur of the spotted giant contrast the darkened oak of the antique shop's interior. Even as his eyes peered down at the squabbling lads, one finding it cool to pinch another's eye, he carried a manner of superiority. Times had changed since his prosperity in the Clone Wars and before, but even as the era of non-human hatred swept in he still felt confident. He could easily handle the situation at hand...

...But with one glance he was reassured he didn't need to.

"Hey therrrrrre...

...Aminn."

[Aminn]

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[Lilaena De'Ville]

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