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"You sure you're going to be okay?" Trever asked Kale. He wanted to reach up and brush some hair from his twin's face... but that would have been wrong. They were trying to be separate.

"I'll be fine, promise. I'm not going to leave the house. Tobias and I'll be fine. I promise," Kale said, looking a bit wistful. He wanted to go too. But... he couldn't. Too dangerous. The last thing they needed was for something to trigger off Kale turning into something like Nihilus.

Trever hesitated and then gave Kale a hug. Hugs were safe. Kale hugged him back. "I'll miss you."

"Me too."

"Right, okay. I'll try and keep you updated as often as possible."

"Good. Now go on. Shoo."

Trever stuck his tongue out, but left to find Axis. It felt weird going to find their father body or alive. He didn't know which would be worse.

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Axis grins. "I'm glad to hear it. Now, when was the last time you saw Calenvir Delvar?"

The Bothan shoves the pad back. "I couldn't say. I'm sorry."

John slips into his telepathy to see if he can catch anything at point.

In the meantime, Axis takes the pad back with a sigh, and turns to Trever. "You heard him, my Lord. I apologize for my failure," he says, winking as he bows his head. Play along with me here, help me out, he tries to project to him. No one plays a Sith quite like a Force-user who's known them.

The Bothan is clearly afraid of something, there's a flash of Calenvir in his memory, talking to someone. But the 'My Lord' bit freezes all thought and his eyes lock directly onto Trever.

Trever, for his part, looks vaguely irritated. "You call that getting information? You didn't even do anything," he snaps. He flicks his hand out and carefully raises Axis up; there's a slight pressure on his throat as well. All Right. he sends back, playing a good little irritated Sith Lord.

John curses inwardly. It's something at least, but not quite worth the piercing migraine. However, he does seem to catch on to what his compatriots are up to. "Sir, we are trying," he adds, voice soft but certainly loud enough for the Bothan to hear, and with a distinctly imploring and placating tone. "The traitor will be found, but we need the hunter to do that, liege."

Axis has been choked before, really choked, by the Jedi he used to hunt, and makes an appropriate gasping, gagging noise. If anyone ever claimed he wasn't an actor, they were crazy or lying.

Trever keeps a hold on Axis for a moment, while staring the Bothan down. He then drops Axis with a flick of his hand.

The Bothan looks very, very nervous now. Especially with Trever staring straight at him. There's a smile from the would be Sith and it's not a nice smile.

"Now, there are two ways we can continue this conversation. I can rip the information I want from your head and leave you a drooling vegetable or you can just tell us what we want to know, and you'll be left to go about your business." He pauses. "Your choice."

Axis drops onto his hands and knees, holding the collar of his underarmor out from his neck and gasping (face turned away from the Bothan to hide the smirking glint in his eyes). And, for added effect, he leans in and kisses Trever's boots, apologizing in swift frightened tones. Because hey, if the 'Sith' can make a bounty hunter afraid enough to kiss his boots...

John fixes the Bothan with a gaze that clearly says, 'You might prefer the latter option.'

Trever crosses his arms and leans back against the wall with an expression of 'I'm waiting'.

"I haven't seen him in about a year now. He was in here and a woman came in. He seemed to know her. They talked, something about his kids or something, I didn't know he had any and he got really scared and then went with her. Haven't seen him since." That comes out in a rush of words almost too quickly to be understood.

"Describe the woman," Trever says.

"Kind of short darkish red hair, wore a bit of leather and sort of smirk. Human." He pauses. "He called her Kresha...? Something like that."

Trever looks like he's about to kill something.

John hauls Axis to his feet and gives him a smack on the shoulderplate. "Did you see what direction they went? Where they were headed?" he asks.

Axis keeps his head bowed to shoot a look to Trever. Peace. He gave us the information, so we keep our word. Save your rage for your old master.

"Towards the spaceport," he says quickly, REALLY not liking the look on Trever's face.

Fists clenched, Trever turns on heel and walks stiffly out.

Axis follows on his heels, with John giving a slight inclination of his head. "Thank you for your cooperation," he adds as he leaves.

Soon as they're out of sight of the Bothan, Axis scrubs his younger body on the head before turning his attention to Trever. "You knew you wouldn't like what we found out," he says quietly.

"That really doesn't help," he snaps and looks like he could Force Lightening someone. He takes a few steps around the corner into an alley and slams his fist into the wall snarling.

He settles one shoulder against the alley wall, watching him calmly. "Don't waste your anger here, it'd be more useful against Kree'sha," he growls."

It takes him a moment but he calms down. "Right, okay. Spaceport."

He nods. "Spaceport. If we can get logs of departures for the ships that came through that day, we'll be that much closer to finding your father."

Trever is starting to wonder if this was a good idea or not. But he nods and starts off towards the spaceport, this time with his more customary sort of slouch.

Well, it was Trever's idea. Axis won't mind turning this investigative-boat around if he asks. John takes the lead now, at the head of their little group with Axis walking next to Trever.

No, he's going to see it through. He started it. He told his mother that he was going to do it. To turn back now would be giving up. And he's not going to do that.

"What did you think of my mother?" he asks Axis.

"Your mother?" Axis smiles slightly. "She reminds me a little of my wife, gods rest her. She tried to shoot me the first time we met, too."

He laughs. "She didn't do that when she met my dad. Just cheat on him in a Sabac game." He scratches his head. "Dad says it was her way of trying to pick him up."

He chuckles. "Well, cheating at Sabbacc, getting into a shootout, same difference, right?" he jokes. Still, an odd way to meet, that.

Well, he just met Trever's mother. "That happened after the cheating," he says idly. "But not against my dad. The other guy at the table who she also cheated on. She said that the way he defended her was very romantic."

Strange family, the Delvars are.

This is true. He raises his eyebrows. "Really now?"

"Yes. Apparently something about cutting a dashing figure with a pair of lightsabers. And then he gave her to the cops for cheating. She was so impressed with this, offered to work with him when she got out." He shoves his hands in his pockets. "It went from there."

He chuckles. "Odd way to meet. Interesting, but odd." (Though truthfully, the thought of seeing a Jedi like that disgusts him and makes his spine crawl, but that's niether here nor there.) He looks forward again, to see how far's left to the spaceport.