"They can be killed, so maybe I'll have to take you hunting."
They weren't really good for anything besides a halfway decent fight when they came in packs, but maybe that was exactly what was needed.
Moving around the bar he hopped up to sit on one of the stools in front of it, figuring he might as well make himself comfortable while they talked. He sipped his whiskey, letting that subtle burn down his throat and faint warmth focus his mind away from the gnawing paranoia that very much needed to slink off back to darkened corners where it currently belonged.
He didn't know what the Bull showing up in his world meant.
If it meant that dimensions were still connected. If it meant that the train could pull both of them back again at any given moment.
Maybe it wasn't even restricted to these versions of them.
Maybe it even could be as simple as the Bull actually being from this dimension in the first place, and whatever planet he was from just being far enough off into Wild Space that things just worked differently there. Different names for the same phenomena. Aden was sure there were creatures lurking in the Force that could be called demons, and for people not sensitive to it, being dragged into could very well be called a big fucking deal.
Unimportant though, he thought, in the moment. He could think on it later.
The war, though.
Yeah, he supposed he could talk about the war, given that the other man sure would be living it soon just by virtue of being in this world or quadrant of space or whatever the Hell the correct name for the fuckery was.
Fuckery might in fact be right on the nose.
"The easy explanation is that there are two nations who don't exactly see eye to eye with each other. The Sith Empire and the Galactic Republic. Feuding over territory, resources, and every difference that would make man want to bite the throat out of man."
There was more nuance than that, but the in-depth explanation would take a couple of days and a multitude of spreadsheets probably, and Aden didn't think there was enough booze aboard the Phantom to get them through it. So the quick and simple version it was.
"To add another wrinkle, there are the Sith and the Jedi. Individuals with more power in their little fingers than a man like me has got in his entire body. For them it's a... Difference of religion. Battle of light and dark so far as they're concerned, while the rest of us just sort of dodge their messes and pick up the pieces."
Sanitation workers, his predecessor had called them. For all of Aden's hatred towards the man, the older he got, the closer he got to being inclined to agree.
"Right now we're winding down from a war with a third nation that previously curbstomped both Empire and Republic, and returning to the status quo so to speak. Knives being sharpened, intelligence being gathered, wrenches being thrown into the works. About what you'd expect for a war only just starting to heat back up during a resource shortage."
Malgus would be one of those conversations for another day. That was a nuance to the war that only a select few people needed concern themselves about anyway, so best not mention the fact that there was a powerful man off his leash out and about in the galaxy and that whatever he had planned could very well result in someone's total annihilation.
"As for what side of the war we're on here, it's the Sith Empire. My people are allied with them, so."
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They weren't really good for anything besides a halfway decent fight when they came in packs, but maybe that was exactly what was needed.
Moving around the bar he hopped up to sit on one of the stools in front of it, figuring he might as well make himself comfortable while they talked. He sipped his whiskey, letting that subtle burn down his throat and faint warmth focus his mind away from the gnawing paranoia that very much needed to slink off back to darkened corners where it currently belonged.
He didn't know what the Bull showing up in his world meant.
If it meant that dimensions were still connected. If it meant that the train could pull both of them back again at any given moment.
Maybe it wasn't even restricted to these versions of them.
Maybe it even could be as simple as the Bull actually being from this dimension in the first place, and whatever planet he was from just being far enough off into Wild Space that things just worked differently there. Different names for the same phenomena. Aden was sure there were creatures lurking in the Force that could be called demons, and for people not sensitive to it, being dragged into could very well be called a big fucking deal.
Unimportant though, he thought, in the moment. He could think on it later.
The war, though.
Yeah, he supposed he could talk about the war, given that the other man sure would be living it soon just by virtue of being in this world or quadrant of space or whatever the Hell the correct name for the fuckery was.
Fuckery might in fact be right on the nose.
"The easy explanation is that there are two nations who don't exactly see eye to eye with each other. The Sith Empire and the Galactic Republic. Feuding over territory, resources, and every difference that would make man want to bite the throat out of man."
There was more nuance than that, but the in-depth explanation would take a couple of days and a multitude of spreadsheets probably, and Aden didn't think there was enough booze aboard the Phantom to get them through it. So the quick and simple version it was.
"To add another wrinkle, there are the Sith and the Jedi. Individuals with more power in their little fingers than a man like me has got in his entire body. For them it's a... Difference of religion. Battle of light and dark so far as they're concerned, while the rest of us just sort of dodge their messes and pick up the pieces."
Sanitation workers, his predecessor had called them. For all of Aden's hatred towards the man, the older he got, the closer he got to being inclined to agree.
"Right now we're winding down from a war with a third nation that previously curbstomped both Empire and Republic, and returning to the status quo so to speak. Knives being sharpened, intelligence being gathered, wrenches being thrown into the works. About what you'd expect for a war only just starting to heat back up during a resource shortage."
Malgus would be one of those conversations for another day. That was a nuance to the war that only a select few people needed concern themselves about anyway, so best not mention the fact that there was a powerful man off his leash out and about in the galaxy and that whatever he had planned could very well result in someone's total annihilation.
"As for what side of the war we're on here, it's the Sith Empire. My people are allied with them, so."
A shrug, a vague gesture, "You know?"