Ten years ago. ——- Now, Arisian was known to be on surface level a bad man, repulsed by the Jedi order on multiple levels for his actions, which for some reason went passed their laws.

Not that he cared, the Jedi were the last of his concerns from the planets he made it his mission to find, and recruit people, for no actual reason, he simply just enjoyed it. There were some limits that even he would not cross, like killing children, or someone that did not absolutely despicably deserve it. He would always offer someone a second chance with him, and they if they went past that… then he’d act, but he always let someone try again.

He and a group of the Kidemones— his group of course, some criminals, some tossed aside and brought in by him— land on the planet of Naboo. It was gorgeous he supposed, as he walks, whistling, the Florian darting ahead, the end blazing in a red, as it swipes over, taking out some of the people there, just unconscious of course.

He was here for one thing, some gold, for parts of the Nightsburn ship, to make it grander than ever of course— well, a few things, since he needed multiple parts. And that was it.

Until he heard the commotion from a room, his curiosity getting the best of him, as the Florian finds its spot on the top of his head, still faintly glinting for his whistle. Walking into the room, where he sees a group of people pushing a younger kid, probably thirteen, towards a ship outlook, as if trying to kidnap the kid. And that was something he did not stand for, the soft sobs of the kid reaching his ears and tugging at the semi heartstrings he had, a whistle from his lips and the Florian flies toward the people.