For Altair; Alien Solidarity

[freedomevades]

Honestly, the Reclamation Service was the only thing he liked about his time on Tatooine, aside from getting to spend some time with a certain unlikely Jedi friend that wasn’t combat. No, all of that had been a happy accident that could have just as easily been tragic. There was too much fear laced into all of it for his liking. But the Reclamation Service had welcomed him from the start, and while he found it difficult to admit to someone outside his small sphere of friends close enough to be family, he appreciated it. So for them, and because he had reason to delay returning to his ship and finding out how much his master knew about his desire to kill him, he remained to help clean up and organize Czerka’s records. They insisted such a task was too menial for a Sith, but all of the heavy lifting he would have been useful for had already been done, and he didn’t want to leave. He hoped that sent the message that he couldn’t bring himself to say.

There was a lot to sort through, and the team was beginning to disperse, reassigned as work seemed to be wrapping up to those higher on the ladder. Oberon didn’t think much of it as a different team came to help them with everything, until he felt the familiar sense of another Force-sensitive. He looked up to see what other Sith may have arrived, watching the newcomers file in with a lazy sort of interest that held carefully concealed fear behind it. One never knew what to expect when another Sith arrived. Some were personable enough. Most could be safely dealt with normally. But some...