Naboo

[Oblivion]

The presence he felt long before, the one on Coruscant during the day of reckoning, as it was supposed to be. He had foiled his plans as a far weaker minded and powerless boy, now the Sith was far stronger and greater willed then ever before. To think, his presence upon Naboo would hault plans was insane.

 

"What?" He gestured up from the lab table, "You mustn't be serious. That Jedi you felt, he is nothing. Surely we can't abandon what was started all because of one,"

 

Fists wringed together feverously as the words were spoken, although it seemed to fade away. He would not give into that primal feeling of outburst and rage, having conformed and harnessed that raw emotion by his own steady hand. Rather then act upon it, he merely let it phase, knowing what projects could be resumed elsewhere for now.

 

"..-It will done, mi'Lord," He spoke, lowering his heas as the elder man exited first. Wrapping the leather bound book inbetween the folds of his armor chest plate and a number of other possessions found loosely in the mobile labotory, the young man stepped off and allowed the ship to take off on it's own accord without him.

 

This seems too rash, but I'm confident enough in the decision. There will no one to go unchecked there..

 

Thrusting his black cape behind him, he marched towards the downed A-Wing, making haste at sending a brief comm. to the Sith Temple upon Cardia, before punching in the course for the planet of Kamino..

[Dash Antilles]

Tremors shuck the old YT-1300 as they dove into the lower atmosphere. The front of the ship was glowing a bright orange and but she held together, at least to the surface that is.

 

When Dash bought the ship down, she pitched a little, driving backwards and causing the rear end to scrape a little bit before they came to a rest. He let out a slew of curses about the ship, they made it out alright but Dash had started to passionately dislike the ship.

 

Dash collected his light saber, arm brace, and a small bag of which the contents were hidden from view, indicating the Kharleth should also gather anything that he would need, for training.

[Guest]

Kharleth shrugged at his master when it was indicated that he should gather his effects. "I'm sorry master, I have nothing to my name save what I wear. Would it be possible to aquire the robes of a Jedi student?"

[Dash Antilles]

Dash active the landing ramp, and a crack of light appeared at the top of the hatch, slowly widening until it illuminated the inside of the ship.

 

The ramp opened onto the famed panes of Naboo sparkling with light from the sun which was now high in the sky. Waving grass and rolling hills were all the could bee seen as far as the eye could reach.

 

Naboo was a peaceful place, a place where a man could fine him self immersed in the harmony of nature with out even realizing it.

 

Dash took a deep breath, the fresh air seemed sweet after the thick atmosphere of coruscate. He waved his hand nonchalantly, ”œYou can where whatever you want, but I don't have any robes that would fit you with me at the moment, so you will just have to pick one up back at the academy. That is if your set on having one, personally I find the standard robes a little confining, but that's just me.”

[Krad Nomed]

Krad stepped down the steps and gazed upon Naboo. He had never been on such a beautiful planet before. The orange sunset that sat at the very end of the horizon. His eyes went from narrow, to relief. A sudden warmness grew down his spine and he felt calm. He was to become a Sith. He had no feelings for them but wanted to become one. Not for the power or the knowledge. He just felt it was his destiny.

 

He waited patiently at the bottom of the steps. What was next? What will he be facing? No one knew, but his master. He had now swore him self to the darkness of the force, and he had swore him self to his new master, Aero. He felt some thing strange when he met her. Some thing he had never felt before. He was young and never met a girl before. Well at least not one as beautiful as she. He was use to Twi'leks who were prostitutes on Coruscant. It was now time for his training.

[Aero]

Home.... Alyssa smiled. It had changed so much. Aashi hurried out and bowed lowed. "Mistress, you've returned not a moment too soon. Everything if finished. The droids have gone for a good price as well. I took the liberty to keep several, incase you need them." The young twi'lek looked to Krad. "A new apprentice? Very good. I'll prepare the eastern wing room for him." She was dismissed and the twi'lek gracefully went about her business.

 

Alyssa quickly entered into the grand hall and turned to Krad. "That's my faithful servant and friend, Aashi. She is the caretaker of this place. She runs the affairs and knows about everything that goes on in this house. She will help you with whatever you need. I only ask you stay out of the west wing garden balcony. There are plants in there that would not be to pleasant to you."

 

Moving into the halls, she pointed out a training room, a rec room and generally showed him around. Going back to the main enterance, they headed up the large stairs. She showed him his room in the east wing and then showed him the greenhouse like balcony from the door of the place. Hundreds of plants were in there and it looked like a jungle. She reminded him of her warning and released him to his own bidding. He could either check out the grounds, the hanger, the lake or wander around the house itself. She told him there was a land speeder he could use at his pleaser, but making sure that he knew if he broke or lost anything, it would come from his flesh.

 

Leaving him, Alyssa went to her room to change into a more comfortable outfit and went into the gardens to check on everything. She'd called for her apprentice later....

[Dash Antilles]

Dash bowed his head closing his eyes and allowing the force to flow through him. His encounters with the force had now become routine, and somewhat dulled from there original glory. But this time it was to be very different then he expected, as the force could be dangerous to even the most refined of minds.

 

Kharleth stood across from him, also attempting to access the power of the force, however failing in his initial attempt. Dash focused on his Padawan for a second, trying to gauge his progress, however for only a split second was his attention centered around Kharleth. It seemed as if to pass as only an instant in time but something touched his shoulder imiedatly diverting his attention away from his padawan.

 

The touch was cold, yet very familiar, someone that he knew perhaps. Pressure began to build on his shoulder, as if a heavy weight were slowly being lowered on to him, compressing his body and forcing him to kneel.

 

Dash's pulse quickened, and his breathing become less of a rythem and more of a gasp. Visions flitted in and out of view, photographs of a spiteful face hidden behind long thin strands of silky gray hair, a face he knew very well. A face that haunted his nightmares, a face he thought to have cleansed himself from forever.

 

It was foolish perhaps, to think that he could escape his past to think that he could just walk away from the darkside, from the Jedi and Sith to pretend that they didn't even exist. Here even on the peaceful planet of Naboo the force found him and linked him in to the events of the galaxy, he could not escape, he could not hide from who he was.

 

The face was smiling, if he could call it a smile, more like a smug evil glare then anything the represented joy.

 

A voice began to echo in his head, a voice that he feared and yet that had though to have beaten. It was laughing, ”œThat name of yours, it shares another person, does it not?... A relative, perhaps. A Jedi...”

[Krad Nomed]

Krad stood silently as he watched his master walk off. He was given options on what to do until the time comes for his training. But there was one thing he wasn't suppose to do, go into the garden. He acknowledged his masters demands and decided to take the speeder-bike. He went to the Speeder Garage and walked down the rows. There were so many vehicles, so many bikes, he just didn't know which to pick.

 

He came across a black one with red stripes. His eyebrow rose with curiosity and hopped on it. The garage door slowly opened as he started the bike. Krad put the cover over his mouth that was on the cloak and leaned forward. With a loud swoosh, he took off in a flash.

 

The cold wind blew through his hair and into his face. It was smoothing and relaxing. The smell of the flours filled his nose and the sun shined off the lakes that he past by.

 

When he reached a tall hill he saw the nearest city. He gazed upon it, but then realized it was probably time to go back. He would have to come back later. The young man turned the bike around and went back to his master.

[Aero]

Alyssa had put all her affairs in order by the time her apprentice returned. Nahstaa seemed to be out of the picture, so she was going to do her best to put him out of her mind. Nahstaa... She knew it was dangerous to have such feelings for him, but how could she not after all she had been through with him.

 

Shoving it out of her mind, she went about the chemical room. Restocking the vials and whatnot. Locking the room, she left it and went to armory. Her knives hung on wall and other misc. weapons were placed in their rightful holdings. Grabbing a lightsaber that she had taken from the Academy, she inspected it. Turning it on, the orange glow shot out.

[Kal]

The Lucky Me came out of hyperspace above Naboo. Its was as wonderful to look at as the day he left. Kal was nervous. He did not plan on having to return this soon, but he needed the info. Kal leaded the ship thought the atmosphere and landed at a rather hidden location and asked for a ship ID or be shot upon landing. Kal sent back a message simply The lash is over, the Dragons home. With that sent the ship was granted permission land, but was told to make it quick. Once the ship landed Kal and Jacen made their way off the ship.

 

"Hey Jacen listen. There is some bad blood around here from the last time I left. Watch your back and what ever you do, do not say were from the Black Sun. We will be linched." [/i]

[Silas]

"Ouch, okay, but what should I call you?"

 

Jacen pulled out his blaster and set it on the highest setting, taking Dave's words to heart.

[Kal]

"My real name is Kal. Call me Dragon untill we meet my informant. He is one of the few people who know by that name. Anyways come on."

 

Kal lead Jacen though a series of tunnles and halls untill they came to the surface. Once on th surface Kal kept to shadows making sure Jacen was never to far behind. Kal did not want to get into a gang war in the streets. Finally Kal arrived at the old bar that used to be a cantina before the empire formed. They entered the bar and it looked just same as it did the day he left.

[Silas]

Jacen stuck close to Kal, not wanting to get caught in the middle of something. Kal led him to a bar. It didn't look that bad, thought Jacen.

[Kal]

Kal walked to the bar and pulled out up a chair a thin guy with green hair. For a mintue neither said anything. Than the guy in the green hair spoke.

 

"Kal. How freakin stupid are you to come back here. You know they still have a million dollar bounty on your head. Hell I am half tempeted to turn you in."

 

Kal now spoke.

 

"Max, is that anyway to great a man who had always paid you so well and who went out his way to save you ass more than once."

 

Neither said a word again. Max then spoke again.

 

"Yeah your right. After all a million credits isn't that much anymore."

 

"Glad to hear it max. Now I need to know if you have any infomation on the location of some one with the last name Nargal?"

 

"Well I do, but since you have the mark on you head it'll cost an extra two this time."

 

"Ok Max. Your an wonderful mother to do business with as usall. I transfer the credits to your acount. So now what can you tell me."

 

"I only know about one. You can find her at the link, because she runs it. Go to the casino and you'll find your target."

 

"Max thanks. Till then keep your nose clean."

 

"Yeah what ever, just don't expect me to be as helpful if you still have that mark off your head."

[Silas]

Jacen stood quietly behind Kal and watched, when it seemed the buisness was done Jacen turned to leave.

[Kal]

Kal and Jacen made there way back to the ship. Kal was glad and thankful nothing bad had happend this time. They arrive back at the ship and blasted off twoards the link. Now the mission becomes intresting.

[Bad karma]

An unmarked fighter dropped out of hyperspace. The pilot sent his codes in, the locals allowing him to gracefully fly in. It was a beautiful sight, flying low over the grasslands and stunning lakes of Naboo. Any other time he might have landed and relaxed a bit...perhaps even cleaned up in one of the lakes, but he had other things to attend too.

 

He could already feel her, but she couldn't sense him...he knew it as he had practicly perfected the art of hiding himself within the force. He still hadn't full regained his sight, but even impaired as it was he could see his hand shaking slightly on the controls of the mech.

 

"Odd..."

 

His own voice was almost foreign to him. He was nervous of all things, why should he be nervous. She should be the scared one, but then she didn't know that he was on his way. Of course he should be happy, everything he had lost so long ago had been replaced...of course on a more dysfunctional level.

 

He was brought back into reality by the sound of a gungan over his comm unit, informing him that his landing pad was clear. He flipped off the comm and brought his ship in slowly, knowing it would need to be repaired and re-stocked.

 

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Trowa slipped into the house quietly, pausing for the briefest of seconds to pinpoint Shy's location. In his room, he chuckled slightly thinking of the times they had in this house and that room. Each step seemed to take a century as he made his way up the stairs slowly, taking great care not to make a single sound.

 

He had taken great care to cultivate his control over his emotions since becoming a Sith, but the dam holding them in place was threatening to break with every step he took towards her. With a graceful expression of the force Trowa relieved himself of his jacket and weapons, leaving only his baggy pants and his dirt ridden chest with sweat dripping downward leaving slight trails in their wake.

 

He wasn't in the most presentable condition, but that wouldn't matter. He reached out and slowly turned the door know, opening it and letting the light pour out into the dark hallway. He winced as the light flooded his sensitive eyes and threw everything into a blur. Blinking once, twice, he cleared his vision and laid his eyes upon the two children...and Shy-Ree...

 

A slight smile crossing his face as he turned to her, unsure of what to say as emotions he hadn't felt in, seemingly, eons flooded into him threatening to overcome him.

[Bad karma]

Trowa stood quietly watching Shy, a hint of a smile on his grime coated face. He lifted his right arm slowly and ran hand down the side of the one opposite him, tracing her jaw line, before reaching up with his other hand and lifting the girl out of her arms. He brought her up to his face and kissed her before turning to look back at Shy and the boy. A lot of things would need to be worked on and changed...his appearance being one of them.

 

"I want to name her Rose."

 

He moved towards the bed and sat down slowly, taking great care with the baby in his arms. Gently he rocked her back and forth in his arms. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and sent out instructions to some of his slaves concerning things he would need done while he was there. He looked up after a bit and spoke.

 

"We can't stay here, too many people know where this house is. I've any place ready, so get any stuff you have ready soon."

 

He stood and moved over to her and they boy, his foot steps echoing off of the wood flooring as he handed her Rose and watched the boy for a bit. It was astonishing that they had both come out normal considering all the alterations that had been made upon his body. He was...proud to have to healthy children, with strong connections to the force at that. He would give them a few years, but they would learn early how to command it and bend it to their will.

 

Trowa pulled Shy closer to him and kissed her deeply, having not seen her in quite some time. She had been the sole dominator of his mind since they had last parted, the soul owner of his heart for longer then he would admit. He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead on hers and looking into her shimmering orbs, his own still on their way to returning to normal.

 

"I need to get cleaned up, I will be back in a few minutes. You know where the Gungans are if you need anything at all."

 

He kissed her one more quick time and moved towards the bathroom that was just across the room. He had this indescribable feeling of joy and pride flowing through him as he slipped inside and began the long process of cleaning himself up, it had been some time since he had showered, or even eaten.

 

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Ten minutes passed before Trowa got out and dried up, taking the time he had now to trim his hair a bit before going to get dressed.

 

Outside three ships took off, leaving only the mech and his main ship out in the hanger.

[Aero]

Aero glared as she put the saber down. Krad had taken too long. She stormed out of the room. Grabbing a clock, she notified Aashi about her leaving. Going to the garage, she was going to go looking for that miserable brat she had taken on.

 

Grabbing a speeder, she took off over the fields and headed to the capital. He had decided to go exploring, and had disappeared. Perhaps she would do him in, and perhaps give up training pointless apprentices.

[Rahalin Toral II]

Rahalin was suprised by the Naboo. For a planet on which a Sith Lord resided, it was spectactularly peaceful. His lips curled into a snarl as he thought of the mayhem he could unleash among these citizens. He was about to when a random thought pushed past the bloodlust and hatred of the sheep around him. My newest Master has given me no permission to hunt here. Better that I learn and wait before drawing attention to either of us.

 

His lips drew down over his fangs and he waited for nightfall. Darkness was ever his perfered time to hunt, and while he could not bring chaos to this world as of yet, he could enjoy a limited banquet to whet appetites that the journey here had only made more urgent.

[Aero]

Alyssa and reached the outskirts of the capital and went into one of the low-life taverns. The black cloak covered her face. She searched for Krad, but did not find him. A drunk began to make trouble with her. She warned him but he paid no heed. Igniting the purple saber, she put it between her and him. That caught everyone's attention, and she smirked as he began to apologize, but her hand was quicker then he eye and she shot him with the blaster she had kept hidden. His body fell to the floor and she smirked. Ordering two thugs to take his body out into the alley, she left, knowing her new apprentice would find her before long.

[Bad karma]

A few stray drops of water slipped off of Trowa's, now clean, hair. It felt good to finally be rid of the thick layer of dirt and grim he had worked up over the time, as well as being rid of the smell that was beginning to follow him about as well. He tied a towel into place around his waste and stretched a bit before slipping out of the bathroom and back into his room.

 

He was in no real rush, he knew his servant at the link had sent a promising bounty hunter looking for work his way, so he would hang about a little longer then required. Going through his draws he pulled out a pair of boxers and slipped into them, the silk on his bare skin was something he hadn't felt in far to long. For all the horrible things he had done, the brutal murders, and Masterful connection to the dark side...he still loved the finer things in life and would loathe to have to give them all up forever.

 

He shook his head slightly and sent out a few orders to some of his slaves. They knew that soon they would leave this house behind for a better place and were already busy working on finishing up the last of their projects here and there, but a direct order from him drug them away from what ever they were busy with. He could here them shuffling about, picking up his weapons and jacket outside the door as he pulled on a pair of, now loose fitting, pants.

 

He was amazed at how hardly any of his clothes fit him anymore. He weighed more then he originally had, but then again most of that was muscle. Trowa caught a glance of himself in the mirror as he was moving back across the room. He froze for a free seconds staring at himself as his natural olive skin tone returned to him. Even his arms seemed to be losing their greenish tint, even though they retained their texture. The smile that had been plastered upon his face only widened at the prospect of looking normal once more.

 

His head jerked up slightly as he felt Shy approach the door. With a nonchalant wave of his hand the door easily slid open. He turned his eyes upon the door as Shy walked into the room. He didn't say anything, rather just watched her and took in the sight of her with the twins. He hadn't been able to just watch her in forever, or even really spend any time with her outside the hurried visits he had paid upon her.

 

"Evening.."

 

It would seem that even his voice was losing a bit of its monotone sound and his normal voice was returning. Not to low and not to high, calm and relaxed.

[Dashel Illioni]

<>sorry, got rushed while trying to post. This actually belongs to Rahalin Toral II. Again, sorry for any confusion this may have caused.

 

Rahalin had been forced to listen to the lewd comments and pillow talk of what was an obviously low life thug and a whore in the room next to the one whose occupant no longer needed it. He had left the drunk alive, not out of mercy, but because he knew that he had to exercise restraint at the moment. It was frustrating, but he knew the rewards would be worth it.

 

What caught his attention was the thug's boasting that he had fought a Jedi earlier that evening and lived to tell the story. Rahalin was skeptical about the man's battle prowess, but the Jedi story caught his attention. He took a moment to think about the situation. Even if it is merely a Jedi, than at least I can notify the Sith I am meeting that one is here and maybe have a chance at a kill.

 

He exitted the room, leaving its hapless owner waiting to be hung when the door was next opened. A brief pause from inside the room next to him, and then the door opened to reveal a scantily clad human female leaving the room. A quick thrust of the staff he had forged dropped her cold. Silently stepping over her, he entered the room where the thug was in the process of getting dressed. A second sweeping blow laid the man low, his pants falling to his ankles as he dropped to the floor.

 

Both of them awoke a little later, the man bound to a single chair while the woman was bound, gagged on the floor. Rahalin loomed over the man, the darkness of the room hiding his true nature until he wanted to reveal it.

 

"You were bragging that you fought a Jedi tonight. Somehow, I don't think you did. Tell me what happened," hissed Rahalin.

 

The man, streetwise enough to know how bad the situation was, opted for the truth. His tale was quick, and a few question later Rahalin knew where he could find the supposed Jedi. She was probably still at the bar waiting for him to find her.

 

Rahalin grinned in the darkness and gave in to his needs. Gagging both of them securely, he untied the still comatose whore (whacking her again to make sure she was still unconscious) and set a time delayed fire that would eventually engulf the whole room.

 

The thug he carried out the small window, dropping him off the roof a few miles from the dive where they met. It wasn't his fault the thug couldn't get his legs under him in time to stop from dying from the short 4 story drop.

 

Afterwards, Rahalin calmly walked to and entered the bar where the Sith had been waiting. Selecting a quiet and dark corner seat, he sat back and waited patiently for a situation to develop. Something told him that where there were Sith, something fun would quickly happen.[/b]

[Bad karma]

Trowa chuckled a bit, he could see that Shy was as playfully threatening as ever. Of course he didn't doubt anything she was capable of, she had after all proved not to long ago that she was skilled enough of a hunter to pull down even the biggest prey, such as himself, even if only for a short time. He took the boy into his arms, holding him carefully.

 

"Rath..."

 

He said it more to himself then anyone else in the room. It was an interesting name, it would suit him just fine. He glanced up at Shy as she mentioned her own lack of surname. A delicate smile crossed his face as he stood up from his seated position with Rath. Turning his head to the side slightly and revealing more of the scar she had left him as she ran her fingers down it lightly he spoke.

 

"You could have mine, if you want of course."

 

Turning back to face her with a grin on his face he awaited her response, but even more eagerly waited to see the expression on her face after she realized what he was proposing. Without thinking about it he moved his fingers to the tiny infants, which had just reawoken, hand. The baby tugged and pulled on his finger. He glanced down quickly, then back up to Shy, raising one eye brow towards her as he waited.

[Lobo]

The Odin emerged from hyperspace, and parked at the coordinates Trowa's servant had given Lobo. The greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy stepped out of his ship to survey the estate of Mr. Barton.

 

I've seen bigger dog houses.

 

He walked up to the gate, and gave it a good hard kick, and yelled loudly into the nearby speaker,

 

"Let me in. Some guy said a Troy Barter lives here, and wants the help of the famed Lobo."

 

After thinking for a moment he added,

 

"He also said something about several million credits."

[Bad karma]

Two Gungan guards walked out of the house and moved towards the man. Each of them had an assault rifle, one had his slung over his shoulder and the other held his in a lax position in front of him. The one holding the gun in front of him stopped just behind the first guard and awaited the other to speak.

 

"Right thisa way..."

 

The two turned and motioned for him to follow them inside. They moved quickly and lead him through the front doors of Trowa's lavish estate. The house itself was unnervingly quiet as they passed through it on their way to the main room. The main color scheme was a midnight blue, making everything in the house easy on the eyes. Anyone that had trained their senses to any degree higher then normal would note that spiders seemed to be all over the place just out of sight for the most part.

 

"Wait here.."

 

The guard pointed towards a couch in the room, then took up his position of waiting at the door with his comrade. After all, they couldn't just leave some bounty hunter in the house without someone watching him. If Lobo's memory served him well then he would note the picture of Trowa setting beside the table and realize he had met the man before, if he could remember where was the question...

[Lobo]

Lobo could barely remember his own name, and his eyes barely glanced passed the picture. If he met Trowa before, perhaps he would remember upon seeing the man in person. As for the room, The bounty hunter was half-wookiee and thus his senses were very keen. The sharp odor of must and mold seemed to fill the whole house, and he could tell there was a generally sense of dankness about the whole place.

 

It's probably all the Gungans.

 

Lobo hopped onto the couch, slouching down as he waited for the Master of the house.

[Aero]

Aero knew the mess the being she was to train was making inside. Ruthless, heartless, and soon to be beaten senseless. She laughed to herself. She would have fun with him. Standing in the shadows of the alley, she called to him.

 

Rahalin Toral... I do believe it's time we meet. Come, come find me.[/b]

[Bad karma]

Trowa suppressed a laugh at Shy's reaction. He had figured that was the sort of response he would get out of her, the force whispering to him each and every emotion that crept through her. To be honest he wasn't quite sure if he meant it or not either. He shook his head and handed Rath. She had mentioned something about someone being here, but oddly he was fully aware of the thing that was now resting upon his couch. It would seem Nurgle had left him with one last gift, a useful one at that...

 

"I am fully aware of that fact, I will see what this bounty hunter wants...I do believe we've already met once."

 

Trowa turned his neck towards the side, popping it before moving towards the door slowly. He was unarmed and still in the lose fitting midnight blue pants he had put on after his shower. He had met this bounty hunter before, or at least been made fun of by him in the last call so long ago. Trowa could feel the anger within his chest beginning to build, but he forced himself to suppress it as he was in no hurry to fight anyone in his own home, much less with the trio of people upstairs in it.

 

The steady, rhythmic sound of his feet hitting the dry wood floors echoed throughout the silent house as Trowa entered the room in which Lobo was waiting. A devious smile crossed his face as he first laid his eyes upon the other. It was indeed the man from the Last Call. This would be interesting, at least, as he was sure the other did not know he was a Master of the Dark Side now.

 

"They....Well, rather you say you are the best in the galaxy. I've heard rumors of Bounty hunters killing Jedi Masters before, tell me...can you do this or are you all talk and nothing but a punk?"

 

His tone was icy cold as he spoke. The only light in the room seemed to be drawn to his emerald eyes, causing them to shimmer in the light. He didn't really care if the other thought it wasn't proper for him to meet without even bothering to put on anything other then pants...and from the looks of it this one didn't even know what the word 'proper' meant.

 

Testing out his new found ability, Trowa pulled a light layer of shadows up his body slowly and let them rest on his face, accenting his olive skin and leaving him with a more intimidating look then what he normally possessed.

[Rahalin Toral II]

The barely lit interior of the bar provided ample oppurtunities for havoc to be unleashed. Rahalin had been there a few short minutes, observing the interactions of the locals, when a inebriated human decided that the corner of the bar made for a wonderful impromptu latrine.

 

Rahalin tapped the man's ankle with his foot, collapsing it, and showering a relatively sober Zabrek with something very offense. It got more amusing when, with one single motion, the Zabrek stood and slashed downward with a wickedly serrated vibroblade into the body of the hapless human.

 

The human had friends nearby, for a broken bottle came sailing in to catch the Zabrek on the side of the head leaving deep cuts around the base of his jaw. The Zabrek's friends retaliated, striking a dancing girl with a bottle meant for someone else.

 

In moments, the Cantina was a mass of individuals striking out at the nearest opponent. Rahalin found a comfortable shadow to skulk in and watched. A few opponents came his way, but quickly veered off when he directed his most predatory smile there way. Those hapless few who failed to heed the warning were disposed of quickly.

 

After his fourth or fifth victim, he heard a gentle voice whispering in his head, "Rahalin Toral... I do believe it's time we meet. Come, come find me." He blinked the red out of his eyes from the humans spurting artery and tried to decide if he had heard correctly.

 

A moment's pause in his immediatle vincinity allowed him to recall what lore he new of the force, and a small legend from the master assassin whom had trained him floated into his memory. "Facing off against one Jedi is a challenge. Taking on two is a nightmare, particularly if they have ever bonded." Rahalin decided that a Sith Lord was indeed calling out to him. He found the side exit, the one that always seemed to go into the worst looking alley, and examined his surroundings cautiously before leaving the relatively safe cover of the doorway.