Just Passin' Through (Again)

[Little Rose]

There was a very crisp chirp after the elevator came to a complete stop. The next moment two doors slide back and Arin Lishtar walks out of the enclosed space and into the very familiar clean white vast space known as The Nexus. His dark and polished shoes reflect the solid white ground. He popped his collar as high as it will go, straightened the clinging jacket, and brushed off his shoulders. The light of the elevator against his back caught his mischievous icy blue eyes. At that moment he wondered once more what would happen if he stepped back into the elevator? Would he be taken directly to Omni in the Oververse?

It took the young prime a short time to decide if he wanted to attempt it.

It would not surprise people - those who knew of him and of his ways - that he was a regular here at The Nexus. One does not play the villain and think he can walk The Omniverse without someone cutting you down. There was always a bigger fish in the sea of Primes. It was a way of life, a primal food chain. He sat somewhere in the middle, but on the lower end. This meant he had to pick his prey carefully…

Or he could do what he always did, and push reality to its limits before it began to push back. Buttons were one hell of a temptation, and you would not believe how satisfying it is to push fate’s. He could get straight up high off of just the thought of it, and he was tempted to do so. However, he had other things to do, more productive things.



“Now what was I doing before I died?”



His dark lashes flicked as he blinked several times, slowly… His eyes blank and his mind turning. The world around him sped up as he attempted to process his own death as if it had a dire meaning to his new life. Eventually, it came to him.


“Oh hell, who gives a crap about all that anyways?” Arin said with a laugh in his voice, his body twisting excitedly, especially in the face. “Momma Lishtar always did say that it wasn’t good to dwell on the past, after all~!” He sang, lifting his hand to summon a meaningless cane he has all but slapped in his quick bar. He gave it a twirl and then leaned on it, his leg closest to it slid across the ground to hook into his other foot. The skin tight pants scuff in the absolute and utter boring silence of The Nexus. He looked around the area, nodded to himself, and then planned out loud. “One day I should start trouble here..”

Around him milled about secondaries, sparsely. They dotted the verse like the last few cheerios in your bowl of cereal. Like then, it would take a great deal of effort to kill them all off before another Prime waltzed in. Perhaps even awaken, discard the shroud like he did moments before. No.. Too much effort today.

“If not here, then where do I go?” He asked himself, glancing about in every direction that wouldn’t make him move more than his head as he craned it from left to right. “Enny, meany, miney, moe… Catch a tiger, by the- Huh?”

Movement caught the man’s attention.

There was trouble already starting in The Nexus. He could only assume them to be Primes, a little girl and… Well, he wasn’t sure what the charming red-haired beastly thing was, but that was most likely a Prime. Only Primes start fights in the Nexus. Usually dumb ones. “I mean… The stormtroopers are right there.” He casually warned them, from very very afar.

Not like they ventured too far from their beloved little verse with the Emperor and all that other fun stuff. Arin knew the actual party happened about 5 floors down and it was a waste of space to have such gorgeous buildings towering over the rift-raft as if mocking them with your own glorious life. It will be absolutely tragic when the castle falls around them in beautiful chunks and their diamond necklaces become enslavement collars. The orks will have their fun…

Arin’s eyes lifted, and if anyone was looking at his face they would see the chaotic idea form perfectly in his mind.

He smiled.

“I think I am needed elsewhere in Coruscant…” He said, to no one in particular. Monologuing was a core quality in bad guys, after all. He pulled the chained blade from his pocket and began to twirl it like a pocket watch as he stood onto his feet again walked towards the high tech verse’ gate. “I think I remember a rumor of some prime with a pack of stormtroopers running around in the lower tiers trying to earn brownie points from his new master… I wonder how true the stories are, and how attached to his friends he is…”