Tatooine; Red Sands [From Mance]

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Nameless Hate:

Gloved fingers crush foreward mercilessly. Eyes give way, vessels pop. A voice screams until it can no longer make a noise, not even a whimper, vocal box destroyed by its own shrieks of pain, terror, agony. " Beautiful " a soft voice spoke, barely audible above the wind. Leather clad hands drenched in slick heated crimson fluid withdraw from a freshly hollowed out face. Mouth stretched open, cheeks almost tore behind the lips. Blood flecked acrossed parched, cracked swollen bruised pink flesh. Dead lips of a victim. Final breath escaped deflating lungs as a gleaming saber of energy fizzles out of existance just as it's owner had heartbeats before it.

A form stood, a shadow, visible as nothing more than a dark silhouette. Rich lifes fluid dripped from sagged arms, drop by drop. Pooling at feet surrounded in a river of scarlett lifes nectar. A corpse lay here, a corpse lay there. A weak begging sob for help is heard, the murderous shade glides to the helpless pleas. Stoops to reach a hand in, and in. Crackling bursts are heard as a final cry is released, cutting off as a muscle is grasped, drawn free, lifted into the light of three seperate moons only then to shower the rocky terrain in heavy petals of red rain.

The wraith moved grasping a twisted handle. Curved blood soaked blade ripped free, tendens and tethers of flesh pulling from the weapon, snapping as it draws back. Midnight black cloth wipes down the slick edge cleaning it, removing the would be stains of recent death from its length. Sliding the weapon into heavy folds of a nightmares cloak. Which fanned out like wings behind a vampire. A pinkish tongue ran over white canines, the taste of warm salt sending a sudden sensation of elation through the slender whip like figure causing it to release a hiss of pleasure.

" Soon... " Came the lilting murmer. Demon red orbs full of malice, glow with an inner fire of promise of what was to come. The assassin's work done. It folded itself into the abyss, leaving loss, destruction and carnage in it's wake. The haunting howl of a speeder following the Sith's depature.

Nameless Hate:

Upon the dunes, standing apart from one another forming a triangle stood three figures. Silent as if facing off, all in effect allies. Yet rivals. Hated brethren of the same organization. Sith. Three in one place, almost unheard of since the wars almost three hundred years ago.

Thickly muscled hulking bipedal dark blue skinned Houk was the first to speak. Hariless bony ridges jutting out, flabby jowls hanging down. Its lack of nose, or ears seemed to just make it abit more menacing. Standing about two meters tall. Glossy black armor covered its torso, shoulders, thighs and calves. Making it look like a walking suit of futuristic platemail. " Did either of you worthless slabs of flesh find the Holocron? "

" No... " Sneered the form of the Jenet, shorter than both the other two. Its head stopping foreward, dropping to a crouch. A hand fidgeting over one of the dual lightsaber handles at its belt. Wart covered fleshy skin stretched over its rangy two legged ratlike form, tufts of hair standing out in places where its dark clothes did not cover it from view. " Obviously you wouldn't ask if we found it, if you had it Murg. You would have already left Tatooine. "

White lips part as a sarcastic voice lept into the atmosphere. " None of us have found it you idiots. If we had we wouldn't be gathering where we are. Aside from the fact we would have felt it. " Jy'ket turned away from the other two Sith. Zassresh the Craven and Murg both staring at his back, both having the urge to run him through as he stood facing away from them.

The lips moved creeping up at the corners curling into a large sharp toothed wolven grin. " I did however find two Jedi and some of their friends. "
" Whaaght!? " Bellowed out the Houk. " Did you kill them??? I want to find a Jeedai!! Not fair for you alone... " a heavy fist slammed into an armored palm. As Murg expressed his anger.
Zassresh the more shrewd of the two, " kark. I hope you killed them all Jy'Ket... we do not need more Jedi showing up while we search. "
The Wolf of the Sith said nothing as he continued to stare off past the dunes, drawing up the black scarf that lay crumpled beneath his chin, relaxing it on his nose shielding his mouth from the deserts blasting winds.
" Why not? The more that show, the more that die. Unless you're affraid of the Jedi, Zassresh. " His head turned over his shoulder, tipping to the side as he smirked towards the Jenet Sith.
" Fear a Jedi, bah. I'd as soon fear a jawa. " The ratmans lips peeled back showing yellow jagged teeth as he remembered the fun he had had with the jawa when they had initially landed.
" He fears them. I can smell the stench of it on him. " Added in Murg.
Zassresh snarled as a reaction.
At this point Jy'Ket was already walking back towards his speeder, deciding their meeting had come to an end. " Three nights we shall meet here again, one of us had best have the Holocron. That means don't leave, I don't want to have to hunt you down. " A red eye peering past his cowl on emphasis as if daring one to question him.

Vehicles blasted to life, lifting from the ground. Screams of engines howling across the landscape as they all head different directions. All intent on the same goal.

Nameless Hate:

Slavers for the Hutts. Zassresh knew how to talk to this kind, they were after all his kind of people. His modified c17 speeder came to a halt upon the dune, overlooking the barges and tents that were set up. The crack of a whip, followed by a cry of pain caught his attention. A smile followed, rolling lips back over large jagged decaying teeth.

Pulling back on the throttle the speeder bike took off straight for the center barge. Dismounting once there, he walked his hunched over ratkin form towards it. A large humanoid with purple skin stepping to bar his path, Zassresh looked up at him squinting one eye. " Move out of the way foodoo breath. I wish to speak with the leader of this... slaver's convention. "

Augmented voice synthesizers came from the mouthpiece of the purple beast. It's polearm looking weapon thrusting a point down to the Sith's face holding it there. " Who are you to give orders scavanger dung! "

" Filthy low... " Zassresh hissed out in frustration, dark side energies flowing through him as he shot a dark look up at the bodyguard. " Take me to him, now. He wants to speak with Zassresh. "

" I'll take you to him, he needs to speak to Zassresh. " Came the glassy eyed response, turning mechanically to walk towards the barge.

" When you're done here, you will jump into the Pit of Carkoon... " Zassresh put forth, supplying his telepathic command with more dark side influence.

" I think when I'm done here I will jump into the Pit... " the man replied again, stopping at the barge he told the protocol droid at the entryway a few whispered lines before walking off his own direction, away from the Slavers camp.

Hobbling around the protocol droid clicked and clacked it's way inside. Waving on Zassresh, taking it as word that he was to be seen. Bringing the Sith Jenet inside.

Underneath the canopy the barge provided, music was heard. Pazaak was being played on several small table setups. Dancers, Twi'lek and Zeltron mainly worked about moving with the music. " Wealthy S.O.B... " muttered Zassresh as he was led towards the upraised central area, passing by a Hutt no doubt a sign of the recent changes that are hitting Tatooine, probably a guest to the wealthy Head Slaver. This slave economy growth boom being one of the Hutts mechanisms.

Zassresh didn't mind, he believed everyone should have a slave or two, or three... or as many as they could afford. His ugly gnarled form bent over, tapping claws against his lightsaber handle. Waiting to be admitted up the dias or for some form of trouble, just anything to happen. He did not care impatience was growing in him.

The protocol droid came rolling back down the steps in a clatter, head removed, arm tossed over the side of the barge. Wires out of its neck fizzling. Zassresh stomped on its head as he went past, walking up to the top, deciding to just admit himself as the laughter that had followed the descending droid had ceased, now gone deathly silent.

" Who are you to just barge onto my.... " the stout broad tan-skinned human went silent, a smile cracking open underneath his beard. " Barge! " he shouted, abit louder than he should have, looking around as if expecting laughter. Which came. Just after a drawn out pause, coughing he lifted up the goblet that was infront of him taking a swig as he stared at Zassresh. The two amazonian women flanking him on each side stepped back, setting the butts of their vibrospears upon the ground having used those to dismember the droid. " Speak rat!!! " He yelled.

Zassresh squinted his eyes letting out a snarl, " I am not a rat hairless monkey! " The amazonian looking women whipped up their weapons, angling the points towards the Jenet. Who only creased his lips into another sick smile, pushing back his outer coat to show the lightsaber at his hip.

The mans eyes narrowed, looking fearful a moment before he sighed. " A Jedi... a snoopy little rat Jedi, I already spoke to two of you last week... " he pointed off towards a group of men, bandaged up. Sitting at the front of the barge, as he did so they all stood.Picking up weapons, being waved down by the man. The Hutt sat quietly watching, slurping down some squiggly creature from a bowl that was offered him. "
" Oh, what were the Jedi asking about... I mean, the other Jedi? " Zassresh pressed on, looking curious as he stood there.
" Some cube, they said they needed to find it, it was important blah blah... karkity kark... "the man rambled on, waving a hand in the air. " Is that all you came to ask? I am not in the mood to play host to another of your kind. "

Zassresh stroked his beared chin, taking a moment before speaking. " These Jedi, which direction did they head? " Getting his answer with a point he nodded. " Ah, they died, a pity. " He said without much show of emotion of any kind. Remembering
Blurting out. " Good Ridance! I hope womp rats pick their bones! " he shut up almost instantly, the Jenet Sith only grinned abit more. " No offense to you... whatever your name is. "
"Zassresh, my name is Zassresh, and I have a business proposition for you..."

An’ka:

Halfway to her destination, Anka got the sneaking suspicion that she should have stayed where she had been. Stealing a ship from a Jedi of all things probably wasn’t the brightest idea that she had ever had, but it was too late to turn back now. She had something that she had to do, something that needed to be done years ago, and when she had to, she would explain herself in the best way that she could.

Settling back in the chair, she turned her head as Tate came up beeping noises at her. “Yes I realize…no it’s not something that he would have understood. I know I should have asked first, yes I know that there will be consequences to deal with.” Shaking her head she sighed as the droid scurried out of view, she wasn’t exactly entirely sure what she was going to find, if she was going to find anything, for all she knew the bartender could have lied to her.

Closing her eyes, she decided to rest until she had arrived at Tatooine. Anka was jostled awake as they approached the desert planet, strong winds shifting the ship from side to side as Tate began to land. Looking out the windows, she could see that there was nothing but sand as far as her eyes could reach. Dunes becoming higher with the blowing sands, shaking her head and wondering how she was going to find anything anywhere.

The man back at the bar had given her a good location to start looking, not as precise as she would have liked, but it would have to do for now. Standing, Anka grabbed her back and rummaged through it, pulling out a hooded jacket that would hide most of the rest of her body as well. Grabbing her blaster, she slipped it into her waistband, picking up her pike and nodding to Tate to lower the ramp “I’ll be back, don’t leave without me”

The series of noises and beeps that came from behind her as she slowly walked off of the ramp fell on deaf ears as Anka stepped onto the sand. In an instance it hit her, that she shouldn’t be out here alone, she should have waited and had someone come with her. She never was one to think things through all the way before acting upon her urges and as she pressed on, now should have been one of those times.

Keeping her head and face as covered as best she could, Anka was glad when the wind and sand seemed to die down. Although it looked as if she had a long way to go, and she honestly wasn’t sure how she was going to find her way back to the ship. She knew that she would recognize what she was looking for as soon as she saw it; she had spent enough days and nights there before. The question was, where was he hiding this time.

Using her pike to climb hill over hill, Anka thought that she was never going to find what she was looking for, until a bright light hit her in the eye. Something was reflecting. A piece of metal, a mirror, or it could be a mirage for all she knew, but something told her that it wasn’t. As she made her way closer, she could see things moving, scurrying about on the outside of something, still too far away to see what it was.

Climbing the last hill before the barge, Anka laid down flat on her stomach, peering up over the hill as it finally came into view. “Just like an idiot to hide in plain sight.” Sitting up to her knees, she thought for a moment, it wasn’t like she could just walk right up and ask to come in. It would have to be handled in a different manner all together.

Pushing the hood of the cloak back, she let her lekku slip straight down her back, grabbing one side of the material and pulling until she heard a tear in it. Doing the same for the other side, she made a rip in the front and moved her blaster from her waist to her back. Standing up, she used her pike to push herself forward, stumbling to her knees and calling out to whoever might be listening.

The closer she got to the entrance, the louder she called out, slumping over right before one of the guards on the outside. Keeping a tight grip on her pike, all she would have to do now is wait.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Nameless Hate:

"Hooloocron" Murg rumbled as he stomped his way through Mos Espa's (Tatooine's largest city) busy bazaar of a main street, Espa Way a windy twisty roadway that led through the entire city. Shoving aside anyone gutsy enough to step in his path. For that was who and what he was, a brute. Belittled by his fellow Sith, made fun of for his lack of intelligence, yet admired for his single-minded determination, ruthlessness and his tremendous martial skill.

He wasn't stupid, he knew that he was just abit slow. It made him lack in his teachings, made him struggle through lessons, painful harsh lessons that would torture his flesh and mutilate his already disturbed mind.

Espa Way was a tourist trap, the Hutts expansion into Tatooine had made it so, its twisted serpintine layout hugged the Xelric Draw, edging along the Dune Sea was nothing but commerce, the slave quarter particularly busy at all times it's layout along the very outskirts of the city, just beyond the residential districts. Dotted throughout the city of Mos Espa were docking bays, and hangars for visitors. All locately close to a secondhand ship parts shop.

Mos Espa was run by the Hutts, just like anything else in Tatooine that was very important. Recent expansion had them grasping up all forms of trade, production. Anything of value now, or future worth. The five ruling families having split the entire planet up.

The Houth Sith stopped outside of the cantina called the Dead Wompa. To close one eye looking towards it through the other, sniffing the air once he brushed aside the curtain that led in. Blasted by sounds of laughter, jokes, arguing, and in general drunken stupidity. All around him dancers, drunks, slaves, hallering, shouting. It somewhat irritated him. His bulky frame squeezed between two large Gamorians elbowing one which replied with its own elbow and a snort. Murg rounded on it, drawing out his large lightsaber the blade longer than usual. Getting ready to swing it at the Gamorian.

In reply the pigfaced alien put its hands up infront of hit, waving them back and forth as the purple energy blade was drawn back, pleading for its life. Its companion only grabbed it by the shirt, dragging it away quickly. Leaving the angered Houth to stand there, dissabling the saber to put it away again. Snorting as he looked at the Jawa sitting on the stool behind him, which promptly hopped down and vanished between legs and hips. Sitting on the stool, Murg grumbled. Demanding a drink, " Hooloocron... how will I find thiss.. " He had a lead, one that took him here to Mos Espa. Yet he couldn't figure out how to go about it, he was strong, fearless... but he could not just walk up to a Merchant and demand to be given the holocrons location. The hoarded treasure, it had one of three locations... he was at one of them, Zassresh would be working on the other, and Jy'Ket was probably already finding out where the other was. He snorted, jealous the Wolf had got to kill two Jedi, wanting one for himself he murmered into his new drink, lifting it to drain the cup.

Taddio Tara’dekL

Stepping across the threshold of his friends shop, Dek looked quite a bit worse for wear. Unruffled, as usual, though, he moves in past a few customers and past the clerk that was on duty. The girl barely gave him a glance, for Dek was a regular visitor to Beryl’s little weapon emporium. It was a rather posh arrangement, mostly because Beryl catered to the more important persons of Coruscant that often sought out personal weaponry for their own protection. Of course, very few of them were aware of the true moneymaker of Beryl’s business.

Quite a few years ago, Dek had had the good sense, and fortune, to make a base of operations for his ship ‘Serenity’ on the planet of Adega. It was the closest thing he had to a home planet. At the time, he hadn’t realized the significance of the planet, not until later did he realize that Adega was the largest producer, if not the only one, of the crystals that the Jedi used for their light sabers. Of course, the Jedi weren’t the only ones to use these crystals, and they did have other uses…though he himself did not actually know what those were.

He had made contacts within the mining company that continually mined these precious gems, and had acquired the right to transport these crystals to where they were further refined, and then sold. Of course, not every single crystal was sent to this facility. Several of the higher officials within the company also paid Dek to transport smaller shipments of the crystals to various buyers around the universe. These runs were by far more lucrative, but vastly more dangerous.

One such shipment was even now resting aboard ‘Serenity’, safely stowed away in a secret part of the ship that was resistant to scans due to its placement near the Ion drives. Dek had also made arrangements with Beryl to transport some weapons from a seller on the planet of Tatooine.

“Goodness boy, it looks like you got into a wrestling match with a wookiee…and lost.” Beryl said with a hint of humor in his voice.

“He was being difficult in the negotiations. It was decided that he could get the money for the parts, and take my ship at the same time…by killing me.” Dek shrugged his shoulders, wincing slightly. He had taken a blaster shot to the shoulder, and one to the thigh before killing all but the parts dealer. He would heal, though. “And no, before you ask, I didn’t attract any attention and bring it to your shop.”

He merely nodded, then smirked as he walked over, slapping Dek’s shoulder, the wounded one. “Well, no worries then. The shipment we agreed upon was delivered to your ship, and your R2 unit has confirmed its placement in your cargo hold.”

“Good. Then I won’t take up much more of your time, I’m sure you and the little woman have some….catching up to do” Dek winked at the older man, for it was no secret that the couple were rather active, and had some pretty interesting appetites.

“As always my friend, you prove far to astute for your own good. Just make sure you contact me as soon as the deal is done, ok?”

“Yes dad.” Dek said with a wave of his hand, a rather large note of sarcasm in his voice, as he turned to leave once more. Sometimes Beryl acted more like a father then a friend and business partner. Still, for a loner like Dek, he had to admit that he liked that someone out there worried about him, if only a little. Of course, he could never admit it, to anyone.

Walking back out through the shop, he turned ever so briefly to throw a wink and a kiss towards the clerk. One of Beryl’s own daughters was behind the desk, Sheila. The only one that didn’t know about Sheila’s crush on Dek was Beryl, and if the man ever learned…well, it was best that he never did.

The trip back to ‘Serenity’ was rather fast, and not very exciting. A couple of Jedi Knights, with their padawan’s, had given him a rather intense scrutiny. That wasn’t very unusual though. Jedi of their levels were sensitive for the force, and while he was not all that powerful in its usage, they could still sense it in him.

Once more in the pilot’s seat of ‘Serenity’, Dek leans back with a short sigh. He had taken a few moments to bandage his wounds properly, which would help them heal faster. Hopefully by the time he reached the rendezvous, he would be back to his full self. That was a good thing, because he had a feeling that he would need all of his faculties to handle this deal. His employers on Adega hadn’t been specific, and he hadn’t bothered to ask, but he had a suspicion that his contact on Tatooine was a Sith, or an operative of their order. He didn’t like dealing with the rather zealot orders of the force, but he would, if he had to.

The beeping of his R2 unit alerted Dek to the droids presence before it actually got there, and he smiled as he heard the beeps and clicks that heralded the surly mood of his droid. “Yeah, tell me about it, the droids from the inner planets do seem rather snobbish, kinda like the people.” He laughed to himself as the droid grumbled on. Powering up the engines of ‘Serenity’, Dek checked on the Navcom, preparing a course for Tatooine as the little droid continued on. Ignoring the R2 unit, Dek lights up the Ion Drives and heads through the atmosphere.

“What is it about the Force that so many users of it feel the need, and right, to mess with so many peoples lives? The Jedi…The Sith…there really is not much difference between the two, not really. If the Jedi were not around, would the Sith perhaps be different?” Dek laughed at that thought. Why was he even bothering to think about it. Things were as they were, and that was quite simply how they would remain to be. Realizing that R2 was no longer complaining, he turned to look at the droid.

“Don’t mind me R2, I was just thinking about the past once more.” He couldn’t help but wonder if his life would have been different if the Jedi had taken him instead of the Sith. It wasn’t the first time he had had such thoughts. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he looked out into the blackness of space. With the flick of a few switches, and a few beeps from the Navcom, ‘Serenity’ jumps into light speed, .46 past light speed to be precise.

“Well R2, nothing to it but to wait now. I’m gonna go lay down and rest a little. Wake me if anything exciting happens.” Getting up from the chair he was in, Dek turns and walks back towards the common area, pushing open the door closest to the choobiepit. This was his quarters, and it was a bit larger then the others. But then, it was his home. Dropping onto the bed, Dek lays an arm over his eyes and closes them, thinking a couple hours sleep would do wonders.

Nameless Hate:

Crouching down Jy'Kets fingers curled iron hard around the mans throat, two knuckles pinching into the rounded swell of his adam's apple. Holding his upraised from the ground, crimson eyes locked on blue swirling orbs of full of hatred.

Spitting forth a spray of blood spattering it across the face of the one who calls himself The Wolf. The young padawan man snarled, " You killed my Master... I hope you rot. " The Sith shook his head, crushing slowly down. " Where did your Master deliver the Holocron? I know they had it. "

The Naboo born youth was named Kystell Roln, he had attempted to ambush the Sith's speeder when he crested a dune some nine meters back. A short duel erupted, the Sith having toyed with the boy, cutting off his left hand which was carterized, then proceding to slice his stomach open. Which is currently what the man was clutching, trying to hold together with his hands. Blood-loss draining the Jedi's lifeforce quickly. Slickened fingers clutching at rope-like intestinal bands.

The Echani let his words sink in, speaking quietly in response, his voice almost a whisper.
" Yes and now I've killed you. So, be a good boy, save some lives before you die and just tell me where they put the Holocron. If you do not tell me I'm going to have to ask more questions..."
He glanced down, seeing the dark liquid pooling up out of the padawan's stomach, tissue neatly severed creating a fleshy slit, an open skin pocket that was pouring forth guts. " we all see what happens when I have to ask questions, don't we Jedi. "

A soothing tone was held in the Wolf's words, one that Kystell refused to yield to. " If I tell you where it is... you'll only kill more people with it, become a greater danger... allow more of the dark side... " a final gasp, a tremor coursed through his body, feeble stump slapping at the sand, and Jedi padawan's eyes rolled up into his skull. Dropping the Jedi like he would a discarded pile of trash, Jy'Ket stood to his feet. Cursing under his breath. " Stubborn fanatic Jedi scum. "

Several minutes would pass by as he sought out the padawan's vehicle, finding a eopie, a mount of sorts native to Tatooine. He approached it the animal on its splayed feet stammered about as the Sith neared tossing its head up into the air, long snout waving above it as he pulled away from its tether trying to free itself. " Lively aren't you. Just like your dead master... " he stared at it thoughtfully, noting the Jedi traveled light, not alot of water on his pack, fool. That ment that he was probably near his camp or Mos Eisley. The Sith mulled this over, staring before he walked over, kneeling to untie the animal. Staring up at it as it backed away from him, smiling he exerted will over the Force. Sending out tendrils of blackened fear into the beasts heart, causing it to simply panic, making it shriek in terror, turning to run the direction it had came. Hopefully.

More likely the boy had come from Mos Eisley. There he would continue his search.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Anka:

Light sapphire eyes glanced up, fluttering lashes, batting the unending sand away from her eyes. No one was coming, that was odd in itself, especially for a slaver that was so large and so widely known.

But it mattered not, at least not now, it would be much easier for her to get in on her own this way now wouldn't it. Pushing up to her feet, Anka pulled all the way up to a stand using her pike to help push her along. The closer she got to the canopy on the outside of the barge, the more uneasy she felt.

Walking easily through the canopy opening, she thought that there was something not right here, there should be at least one guard to keep unwanted visitors from just coming inside. Perhaps she had luck on her side this time.

As she entered, Anka pulled her hood back up, covering her lekku and her violet colored skin as much as she possibly could. Walking into the main room, the slaves and dancers that she saw, sending a shudder over her body as she remembered.

Only catching the last of what was said she leaned against her pike and whispered softly "Careful any business transactions that you may offer, he always cheats , or finds a way to kill to make more. Isn't that right Bassl Drtam or did you not want anyone to know who you really are and what it is you really and truly do?"

Spitting on the ground, Anka pulled the cloak tight around her body, hiding as much as she could still, her barely covered skin would be too tempting for a few that were sitting in the room and she had come here for one soul purpose.

Looking up she spoke louder this time "Hu'tuun" spewing forth the worst possible insult that she could as those around her gasped in shock. "Sa kyr'am Nau tracyn kad. Ni cuun hett su dralshy'a."

Nameless Hate:

The slaver Bassl Drtam laughed abit, if hesitantly. "I would rather not deal with Jedi... " Zassresh snorted, his smile grew wider if that was even possible. " I can make it worth your while. I'll pay you nicely. "

Glancing towards the Hutt as if for advice the man snorted, waving the Sith off. " Just be on your way, we don't need you here. " Zassresh wasn't stupid, he just narrowed his eyes, glancing from the man then to the Hutt. " Ahh, well... you should know we... Jedi. " the Jenet almost choked out the words as he spoke them. " Pay well when we have to. After all those dead Jedi in the sand... you wouldn't want me to leave here claiming that you were the source of their demise. The rest of the Order wouldn't look too highly upon that. " He feigned a sigh, " It would be a shame if I had to go tell my brothers and sisters of the Jedi what you've done Slaver. "

Silence fell over the barge again, barely anyone noticing the new arrival [Anka], the Sith still playing his game as his eyes shifted over to see who it was before looking back at the Hutt then Brassl. " So, we have a deal? You'll help me? " He said spryly, sudden.

The Hutt looked over at Brassl, some unspoken communication passing through them before the Slaver cleared his throat. " Yes... I'll help you, the pay had best be worth it and I don't want to see another of you Jedi around here. "
" Fair enough. " replied Zassresh the Craven. His long tongue running along the back of his teeth. " All of you are trash and slaves here so I'll be foreward. I want you to kill someone for me. He's a tall man, human... or at least looks human, white skin, red eyes. Usually wears black, yes I know how stereotypical... " He snorted at his own words. The place seemed to be dead set on his words, which was good. It meant they were listening or affraid of him. Both things he enjoyed, attention and fear.
The Slaver looked around then back at Zassresh abit confused, " I didn't think Jedi were supposed to kill... or hire others to kill. "
" Don't think, just listen. " The Jenet waved his hand in the air, continuing. " He'll be carrying something on him valuable, something I need and want... for the Jedi Masters. I assume by now he is somewhere around Mos Eisley. I suggest you gather as many men as possible with good weaponry for this. He is a skilled soldier. Find him if he is not there and... yes you know the rest. " Leaving out the man was not a soldier at all but just as he was a Sith.
" Kill him, that is all I will need. I shall accompany you and wait till the task is finished. "
" Odd request from a Jedi. " Rumbled the slaver. Looking around. " So who then will do this for me, the Jedi says he will pay well... speak up!! " He hallered out, glancing once more at the Hutt as some of the locals began raising weapons.

Anka:

“You thought Jedi weren’t supposed to kill, if only you had seen what I had just witnessed you would be sure to think again, but thinking never was your strong suit was it Bassl.” The words dripped off of Anka’s lips as she watched the interaction between the man claiming to be a Jedi and that of the one that had kept her for a slave.

Anka’s eyes moved over watching the Hutt as she began to feel a little uneasy. It would be very easy for her to end up back in this place if she wasn’t careful with what she said and what she did.

Stepping to the side of the man that was talking to Bassl, Anka pushed the bottom part of her cloak back, gripping her blaster and thumbing the trigger. Looking around she began to think better of it, pulling her hand back out again and gripping the middle of her pike.

Why did he have to be surrounded by so many people? Stepping up beside Zassresh, she leaned over but not too close to him as she whispered “He will double cross you, take my word for it. Make him go with you, and take only me. I’m not as weak as I used to be and I know two Jedi, one would be more than happy to help I’m sure.”

Stepping back, she tried to stay as anonymous as possible; the only payment she would want would be the slave trader’s head on the end of her pike.

Nameless Hate:

The man known as Bassl shot foreward in his chair at the new voice. Anger rising up from him, causing his face to turn a deep red. "WHO SAID THAT?! " He bellowed out, glaring over the crowd behind the Jenet till his eyes settled on the form of Anka as she stepped around Zassresh. " You rancor... who do you think you are?"

Zassresh watched curiously, then spoke up. " You know two Jedi do you? " amused he let it show in his tone. Playing with new ideas as he watched her speak so boldly to the slaver, out-numbered and out gunned. Foolish, or she had something hiding that would even things out. He sensed emotion was powering her, perhaps blinding her common sense. Then she stepped back again, apparently thinking better of her actions. It seemed too late however.

Bassl pointed, " Someone grab that whore, bring her up here! " One of the amazon women clutching a weapon stepped foreward, poised to strike her down as the other moved beside her, spinning her spear/staff around in a circle. The groups of people nearest all stepped back, making way for the ensuing fight. The Hutts laughter loudest of all as it clapped flabby hands against rolls and rolls of slug-like fat. Both of the warrior women moved in on her, flanking her sides weapons twirling expertly.

Zassresh stepped back, fading into the rest of the crowd as he tucked his claw tipped thumbs into his belt, letting them rest there. The woman had told him just to take her, Bassl would betray him, this he expected, always when dealing with this type, yet now would be her chance to prove herself, though she need not to, he already had designs in mind for her now.

The Slaver threw his hands into the sky laughing aloud before he yelled out, " Hell with it, let the whores kill eachother!! Start placing bets!! "

With this it erupted into an all out betting ring, numbers and chances going up everwhere, all while the fat Hutt continued to laugh.

Anka:

Smiling beneath her hooded face, Anka was pleased when she saw the anger rise from Bassl, nodding slowly to Zassresh as he spoke to her. When she took her step back she spoke again “Yes two, one of them freed me from where I was being kept prisoner and the other, well I sort of ….stole his ship.”

Pulling quickly at the cloak she wore as the slaver sent the Amazon women towards her, she wiggled out of half of it, tossing her vibropike into her other hand as she let it fall to the ground. Looking up at Bassl as the women moved closer, she held her pike out in front of her, flipping the switch as it came to life, beginning to spin at an unbelievable rate, as her free hand reached for her blaster.

Dressed now in nothing but the little that she did have on, Anka knew that Bassl would remember who she was, how could he forget, especially after what he had done, not only to her, but to others as well. Flipping the switch to charge her blaster, she pulled it at the same time, aiming for the Amazon woman’s hand that was spinning the spear. Firing off a blast, she held the other at bay, jabbing her pike at her as her first shot hit it’s mark, sending the woman to the ground in a yelp of pain.

Turning her attention towards the other, Anka crouched down almost to her knees as she saw the sharp end of her spear coming towards her. Grimacing as she felt it slice into her flesh, she took the opportunity, sending her vibrating pike upwards at the chest of the woman that was still coming towards her. As much as Anka detested violence and death, now was not going to be the time to be coy about either. Slicing her pike upwards in a diagonal motion, she closed her eyes as the blood began to spray from the woman’s chest. Moving her pike back down and slashing across, leaving an X type mark on her as she fell to the floor.

Spinning on her heel, she looked towards the one she had shot with the blaster, seeing her as she got to her feet, jabbing her own speak at Anka as she began to stand up. Grabbing the blaster that she dropped as she was using her pike on the other Amazon, Anka fired off two more shots, one hitting the woman in the throat, the other the center of her chest.

Standing she turned her attention to Bassl, wiping the blood from her face from where it had splashed on her. Moving close enough to him that she could reach him with her pike but far enough away that he couldn’t touch her, she yelled loudly at him “Call the rest of them off or I will slice you into so many pieces even your own mother wouldn’t recognize you and then I would be able to die in peace.”

Lekku twitched wildly behind her as she breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling as she kept her eyes on the man in front of her “As you can see, I have learned many thing since I left your employ.”

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Nameless Hate:

"I wouldn't call slavery employ you stupid twi'lek scag!! " As his personal guards and pets fell, he recognized her now, a sneer broke out across his lips, " I must have done well by you, or else you wouldn't be here now, asking for it all over again. " His words cut back towards her, motioning behind her towards the armed but injured men, standing they leveled blasters onto her.

Zassresh decided here is where he needed to speak out if he was to use her as a game piece later. His lightsabers red blade igniting to life as he held it up, drawing everyones attention. " Ahem, I was about to say, leave her to me. I'll take care of her. "
" No Jedi!!! This one owes me now, Hutt law, she killed two slaves, she owes me two slaves worth of truguts! Since she doesn't have around twenty thousand truguts... well then I guess shes either to die or just become a slave again! "

The Jenet fell silent a moment as the maimed mercenaries all shifted, not really wanting another skirmish with a second Jedi. Zassresh could sense this, he snorted in contempt. Fear of Jedi, fear of Jedi he mused, he had never encountered one from more than a distance, but he would never fear one of those snivelling, praying, callous kneed weaklings.
His beady eyes did brighten up at the way they reacted to him however, he fed off of that it made him feel eight feet tall. Whirling the lightsaber around so it was in a reverse grip he spoke up louder.

" No Bassl, she is mine now. I will keep her, and use her for this task. You will still give me those men also, then we will be on our way to destroy this evil soldier. We had a deal already, so stick to it or I will be forced to take action. " Oh was he pleased with himself, this wretch would work for him, this foolish woman would become a tool for him, he would kill Jy'Ket, and he would get the Holocron, and with the powers that a Holocron held, maybe he wouldn't even bring it back to the Sith Lords. Maybe he would just keep it for himself. Such power, so much...
"So no more of this pointless bickering, let us be on our way!" He let his voice become authoritive, full of self grandeur right now. The possibilities...
Turning he diffused the lightsaber, stuffing it away, looking around as arrogantly yet menacing as possible as he reached out to grasp the twi'lek by the arm, trying to sound genuine, like he was taugh the way Jedi acted. " Come this way, I am saving your ass. So let us be away from Bassl's eyes while we can. "
Bassl was about to say more, the Hutt waved him down, silencing him. Showing who truly held the power as the Jenet left, nodding towards the men who were to follow the Sith as he did so. All of them gathered up, a good dozen. Falling in behind Zassresh.

Anka:

Eyes narrowed as Bassl screamed at her, jabbing her pike at him, just to do so “I’d much rather be a scag than a coward, but then again you were the one that made me learn everything I know, so what does that say about you.” Pursing her lips together Anka thought it best to stop while she was ahead of the game, pushing the button and sending her pike to a standstill as she stepped back away from Bassl.

Turning as she heard the motion behind her, Anka looked to Zassresh, her eyes wide as he ignited his lightsaber. Surely the man wasn’t going to kill her for what she had done, she had only been defending herself, it wasn’t as if anyone else in the room was going to do it for her. Opening her mouth to speak, she silenced herself before saying a word as the man she thought to be a Jedi spoke to Bassl.

Anka could feel the fear among the men in the room, she was fearful herself, fearful that she was going to have to stay here again, or lie dead among the two that she had just killed to save her own skin. Sighing softly as she heard what Zassresh had to say, she followed willingly next to him as she felt his grip on her arm.

“Not the first time I’ve had to have a Jedi save my tail, but I do certainly hope that it’s the last and for that I do thank you and I suppose I owe you as well now but , I agree, I do think that it’s time to go.” Walking next to the man as he made his way out with the others following behind him, Anka slipped her blaster into her waistband, holding her pike out to the side, trying to save some grace as she treaded softly, attempting to redeem herself in some way for the actions that she was just forced to make.

Pulling her lekku up over her shoulders and crossing them over each other, she spoke up as they made their way “I do have a question though. I did think that as Bassl said that Jedi were not supposed to kill unless they had to, or hire others to kill for him. This must be a very very bad man…yes?”

Taddio Tara’dek:

Waking with a jolt, Dek feels the entire ship shake. Rushing out of his chambers, he bursts into the choobiepit. “Damnit R2, I thought you said the stabilizers were fixed.” The little droid beeps and whirs at him, and he sighs, “What do you mean you don’t know what’s making the ship shake so much. Go find out.”

Once R2 wheeled out to check on the engines, Dek realized what was happened. The Navcom kept check on all things in space, such as planets, asteroids, and other phenomena. It didn’t, and couldn’t, however, keep check of every single ship in the universe. ‘Serenity’ was caught in the wake of a much larger ship that was ahead of them, and the shaking was getting worse the closer they got.

“Damn Navcom.” Dek curses, grabbing a lever and dropping them out of hyperspace, the sub-light engines kicking in. The shaking immediately stopped. Another light on the board lit up almost immediately. It was the communications.

“Hey, are you alright back there?” A female voice called through the speaker, obviously from the ship that he had been behind.

“Yes, I’m fine…a little cooked, but none the worse for wear I would say. Damned Navcom's anyways. I didn’t knock you out of light-speed, did I?” He asked the woman.

“No, we’re fine too. We got a little shook up, as we are sure you did to. When we saw you on our sensors dropping out of light-speed, we got concerned.” She came back.

“Well, thanks for the concern, but we’re alright. Once I realized what was going on, I dropped out of hyperspace to put some distance between us, I’m sorry if it scared you. I hope the rest of your trip is less eventful.”

He was a bit surprised when he didn’t get any response, nothing but COM noise and crackling. Well, they had been nicer then he had even expected. Thinking no more about it, Dek supposed it was for the best that they left anyways. Pushing up from the pilot’s seat, he walks back towards R2, who immediately begins to beep and whir. From the sounds of it, nothing was wrong with ‘Serenity’ at all, with the only exception perhaps being a few burns on the hull. Well, that was cosmetic, and something that could be taken care of later.

“Come on R2, we better get back on course. Go check on our cargo and make sure everything is ok.” He instructed R2, moving back towards the choobiepit. Stretching his limbs a bit, he drops back into his seat and starts pushing buttons and levers, getting ‘Serenity’ back on course. That had been an interesting distraction, that was for sure. It wasn’t something that happened everyday.

“Must have crossed into their path a few parsecs back and caught up with them. Must have a slower ship. Well, that’s not all that very surprising really.” With a few beeps from the Navcom, Dek made the adjustments and relit the Ion drives, sending them back into hyperspace and on their way to Tatooine. They would be there shortly, no more then an hour and they’d be in orbit. R2 returned at that moment, reporting that both shipments were perfectly fine. Thank heavens for that.

Closing his eyes, Dek takes the time to relax a bit more, letting the sounds of the Ion drives lull him into a form of restful meditation. He very rarely allowed himself to find unconscious sleep, not unless he was aboard his ship where he knew he was safe. What felt like hours later, which in reality had only been about an hour, the lights on the panel in front of Dek begins to flash wildly. The Ion drives began to power down on their own as the course set in the Navcom came to its end. Waking himself up completely, he takes control of the ship once more as the dusty brown planet known as Tatooine was now filling the view from the choobiepits windows.

He was to meet someone whose name he didn’t know in a community called Mos Eisley. All he had to go by was a description, a location, and a pass code, for this meet. “Certainly is an interesting password, not something that would said everyday. ‘Jedi wear diapers’, Who in the hell came up with that?” Dek couldn’t help but laugh at that. But at the same time, a bit of worry crept into his mind. What if he was dealing with the Sith, and what if they decided to take him again. He was far too weak in his abilities with the Force to actually offer much resistance to a fully trained user of the Force.

Flying through the atmosphere, Dek blinked as the city he was to land in came into view. “City? It looks more like a series of hovels. City my tail.” He exclaims, “I didn’t even know this back waters planet had people living on it, let alone in organized communities. Wonder when this happened?”

It was a question that he would inquire about later, for now, he had a meeting to attend. Landing just outside of the city limits, he sets up a call to Beryl’s contact and arranges their meeting first. Within an hour, the man arrives. It was all rather cut and dry, and prearranged. Within minutes, an agreement was reached and the cargo was being loaded into his hold. Once done, he gives his R2 unit a few orders, telling him to keep the ship locked up at all times unless he heard otherwise from him, and if anyone tried to board, R2 was to take the ship into orbit, and to Coruscant if need be and complete the business for Beryl.

Strapping his bowcaster onto his back, Dek double checks his lightsaber and his blaster on his hip. The crystals would remain aboard ‘Serenity’ for safe keeping until the deal was made. Grabbing his jacket, he pulls it around himself and pulls the hood over his head to keep the sand out as best as possible, then begins to trek into this town. He was supposed to meet his contact in a dive called the ‘Tipsy Jawa’.

“This aughta be pretty fun.” He mused to himself as the cargo bay door of ‘Serenity’ closed with a loud clang behind him. “Nothing to it but to do it.”

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he starts walking across the sand. It didn’t take long to get there, and find the cantina. It was just how it had been described to him….a dive. Moving inside, he walked up to the bar through the throng of aliens and people. Sidling up to the bar, he orders…as was instructed…Jawa Juice. Paying the man, he turns and takes a few sips of the liquid. Lots of conversations seemed to be going on, most of them centered around some sort of local disturbance involving a slaver and some off worlders. He got more then a few odd looks, no doubt because he didn’t exactly look as though he belonged there. Hopefully his contact would come in soon, if he was not already there.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Nameless Hate:

A small man, slim of build with large eyes moved through the crowd. Sniffing the air once with his rather enormous nose. He stopped, eyes dead set on Taddio. Elbowing past one of the local toughs he moved up beside the man. Leaning into the bars tabletop, shorter than Taddio, not as built as the man either he didn't seem to look at all like a threat, nothing of the Force existed in him, yet he wouldn't take his eyes from the man. A blaster seeming to be his only weapon, strapped obviously at his hip. " You there... enjoying your drink? Finish it and come with me... " With that said the man waited patiently, his eyes shifting around. Obvious, but none here seemed to pay much attention to it, not beyond looking at the newcomer.

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Zassresh left the barge, moving to his speeder. Another two smaller transport barges were started up, carrying the rest of the men. The ones who were not getting onto swoop bikes. Not looking to see where she was headed he spoke loud enough for her to hear as he did go. " Yes, he is a bad man, hes done many things he should not have. He is worse than these slaver scum. Don't worry about them also, the ones who he doesn't kill... " his tone lowered so only she could hear as he go to his bike.
" Those that survive, we shall kill. Then if you want you can come back and deal with Bassl. " He had to befriend her, and what other way then telling her what she wanted to hear. " I'll even help you. " He added in as a bonus, his smile growing larger, making his eyes somewhat seem to bug out.
" For now though we must handle this villian. Then we will see to the rest. I suggest you find a ride, take one of the barges. They'll keep up. "
With that he started up his speeder, shooting off over the nearest dune, sweeping around once to make sure all were coming then he took off again, the hum of the speeder roaring over the sands.

Taddio Tara’dek:

As the minutes wore on, Dek was suddenly aware of another beside him. He takes a long drink from his Jawa Juice, then places the empty mug down for the barkeep to take away. He was a mite surprised when the one beside him spoke up.

In a calm, quiet voice that was well practiced through years of dealing with scum and businessmen alike. “I’m sorry, but I’m waiting for someone. If you need something, maybe I can help you out later.” His eyes turned to look down at the diminutive fellow. Not in any condescending way, but merely by the fact that this man was physically shorter then he.

Of course, this fellow might just be the contact…or perhaps represented the contact. But if that were the case, he would surely know the pass code agreed upon. His fingers inched down towards his hip, lightly fingering his hidden lightsaber. His blaster was closer, and would be able to do the job, but if this was some sort of trick, then there might be more locals nearby ready to attack. Nothing but fear into peoples hearts faster then to see a lightsaber, the signature weapon of Jedi, or any Force user for that matter. And with the locals here in this backwater planet, he was quite sure that they would flee at the sight of it.

The smaller mans constant eyeing of the place sent a chill up Dek’s spine. Something felt wrong…he couldn’t pin point it, but it was a feeling he had had on numerous occasions. He had learned a long time ago to trust his instincts. Deciding to play along a bit, since his contact hadn’t yet made itself fully known yet.

“Well, since the person I’m supposed to meet isn’t here yet, what is it that you might need….” He leaves the end of his sentence open, assuming he would be given a name, and perhaps the pass phrase as well.

Nameless Hate:

The small man looked irritated, abit nervous as though he didn't like being in public or felt he was being watched. His shoulders stooped foreward, hearing Taddio speak towards him still unmoving, he sighed, then spoke the words in a mumble. " Jedi's wear diapers. "

His eyes shot to the left then the right, as he sneered towards the man. Yellow caked teeth visible. "Are we finished here yet? " He asked impatiently, his words came foreward, yet at the same time he looked like he was ready to leap backwards about four feet for each one.

A sniffer of a sort able to smell the Force in others, yet not possessing it himself he knew or at least believed the man infront of him to be some form of Sith Force-user, just like those he worked for. Even if the scent wasn't as strong as that he'd smelled upon others. He never knew with his Masters or knew much about them, he just took the orders he was given. Without question.

Anka:

Listening closely as he spoke of the man being bad and doing things that he shouldn’t, Anka thought that just this once she might be able to help without being provoked. It was no secret that she didn’t like to kill unless she had to and as she finished listening to Zassresh, she smiled and just nodded.

Boarding one of the barges that was going, she made her way to an out of the way corner, staying away from the rest of the men that were aboard. She didn’t think she really had anything to worry about, she had another Jedi on her side and if they knew what was good for them they would keep their hands off of her.

Holding her pike in front of her, Anka glanced around, watching the men as they prepared to go and look for this “evil soldier”. She wondered what he could have done to make a Jedi want to kill him, and if he was even worse than Bassl, that was really all she needed to know.

As the barge took off across the sand, Anka peered down at all the dunes, wondering exactly what it was she had gotten herself into. All that mattered now was that she was going to get help and her revenge.

Taddio Taradek:

He snickers softly as the diminutive fellow to his side speaks the pass code. Ok, how that just sounded funny actually being spoken aloud, now that he was hearing it from another person. Unable to resist the laughter bubbling up inside of him, Dek lets it out, not bothering to hide it in the least…since so many people were watching him so closely anyways.

“Whoever came up with that needs to be strung up, it sounds so ridiculous.” He looks down to the one beside him and nods his head, “Lead the way my friend, lead the way.” The way that he kept sniffing made him wonder what he was sniffing for. He couldn’t feel the Force on this one, not anymore then any living being exuded it. Which led him to believe that this ones Masters were the Force Users, for no one but someone knowledgeable in the force would truly be interested in the crystals.

This all, of course, could just be one big trap. Well, regardless, the creature had given the agreed upon pass code, so he was honor bound to see this through. If nothing else, he knew that he could kill this little wretch before anyone killed him. It would be small compensation, and a smaller comfort, but it was something.

He waited until his ‘guide’ decided to show him the way.

Nameless Hate:

Jy'Ket drummed his fingers over the tabletop. The clicking of each nail, causing Zyg to grind his teeth. Attemptig his best at holding himself in check around the Sith Weaponmaster. He forced himself to calm, clearing his throat. " As I said I will have it hunted for, had I known someone was hiding a Holocron in Mos Eisley I would have been all over it sooner... "
"Can you not feel its presence? " The Wolf narrowed his eyes, almost snarling at the man in frustration.
" It is here, has been here for several days now. Yet you, sit here getting fat off playing Merchant when you are supposed to be a Sith. Dispicable. Zyg. You're about as worthless as Murg and that flea infested Jenet. "
" I assure you I have my worth I fund your little expeditions, my business feeds our dead Empire, War isn't won just by brute force... I will send out men to seek it out. We will find where the Jedi stashed it, then you can go collect like a good doggy. " The Sith Devotee bit back, menace in his voice.
" Don't talk to me as though I were an idiot. " Smashing his fist down onto the table the Echani leaned foreward, his eyes narrowing to tight slits. " The Empire is not dead. You insufferable wretch. I hear you say such a thing one more time I'll flay the flesh from your ugly face. "
" Oh, enough already. This gets us nowhere. " Zyg broke off his speaking as he waved his hand, the door opening with a click, the telekinetic flick of a switch, allowing entry for Stev, and Taddio.

Who would have been guided to this exact spot, an obvious building, nesstled into the commerce sector. The side door having been the entry point for the two beings. No words being spoken as they were admitted entrance, the large nosed man who led Taddio here stepping off to the side, placing his shoulders against the wall behind them, lowering his head almost instantly, the stench of the Force now wreaking so strongly it made his eyes water. The source the three he was in the room with, it made him feel rather... small. The previous conversation between the dark siders ending.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Taddio Tara’dek:

Following the rat of a man, Dek was more then a little on guard. Something about this whole thing didn’t sit right with him. This whole deal should have been done quick and easily, and so far he was getting the impression that this would be anything but a simple deal. Men that would do things quickly weren’t afraid of being seen in public…especially in a poodoo hole planet such as this.

Just when he was about to vent some frustration at the length of time it was taking to get to their location, they walked around the side of a building. Moving inside, his guide seemed more then nervous. Taking a deep breath, he follows in behind the fellow and looks around. Pulling the hood of his jacket off of his head, he lowers his hands and folds them in front of him in a non-threatening position, though in fact it put his hands within easy reach of his weapons.

Before he had even entered the building, he had felt the Force strong all around him. These men were indeed users of the Force, and strong ones at that, and just by the sight of them out here on this planet…he knew that they were Sith. The Jedi were simply not this secretive…deception was not their way.

“And you fine gentlemen must be the ones with whom I need to speak with.” Dek says, showing no fear. He didn’t like dealing with the Jedi, or the Sith, for that matter…but he didn’t fear them. He knew by now, if not before, that they knew he too was a Force user. He doubted that they knew how strong of a one he was, but if they were Force sensitive, they would eventually figure it out.

“So, are we doing business or not?”

Nameless Hate:

" Just the person I was waiting for. " Zyg said in almost a purr, his slim hooded form worked its way around the table walking towards Taddio and Stev, seeming to almost ignore Taddio a moment as he turned towards Jy'Ket. " He is a sniifer, he can help you find the Holocron. " His clawed fingers reached out trailing across the short mans shoulders, who only put his head lower.

Then aburptly he turned, gliding across the floor to stand before Taddio. Looking him over with a small curl to his lips, not visible under the cowl but obviously a light feathering of fur covered his jawline. " Ahh... " he seemed to almost sniff at the air near the man. As if just now the words 'So are we doing business or not' came to register in his mind. " Of course we are, you have my crystals. I have your payment. Though, right now I haven't changed that currency to Republic creds... it is still truguts, I hope we don't have a problem here? "

Jy'Ket said nothing, just watching in silence. One leg upraised, resting a boot across the knee of the other, his fingers still drumming across the table. Studying Taddio, the Force existed in that one, he wasn't sure how much. It wasn't his forte to be the type to sense things, though it seemed neither was Zyg, but Zyg was also one who liked to play games, play stupid. He probably had known the Holocron was. Probably just too much of a coward to go get it on his own, didn't want to jeopardize his little safe haven, greedy fueled. He exhaled, cutting into what the other Sith was about to say.
" Who are you, that you stink of the Force? " His reddish gleaming eyes.
Zyg shot back to Jy'Ket quickly, " It is of no importance, he deals with me. Not you, he came highly recommended. " With that he seemed to brush off the Weaponmaster. Looking back towards Taddio, awaiting a response to his question.

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Zassresh, raised up his hand. Swinging the speeder around letting it stop just outside of Mos Eisley, bringing it to a halt. Hovering it slowly descended.

" We will wait... cover is what we need. Those dunes will provide it, we're several miles from where he should be. So, rest up you injured, and prepare for a tough fight. " He yelled out over the barges engine noises. Hopping down from the vehicle he was riding.

" He is only one man and we have a Jedi on our side!! Why not just go take him now. " Argued one of the Mercenaries.
" He is skilled, if we ambush him this will be that much easier, none will get hurt that way. " A lie, he knew they would probably not survive, at least they wouldn't. He would, they were simply distractions so he could lay the killing blow. Inwardly laughing, anticipation so strong in him he could barely keep himself from shaking he went to stand near one of the dunes, looking towards the distant desert city of Mos Eisley. " Soon Wolf, soon... lets see how smug you are when I am the next Sith Lord, and you are dead... "

Anka:

As they came to a stop, Anka peered out of the barge, looking at all of the sand and dunes that lie around them. She wondered if it would be enough cover if this man was as bad as she had been told, but she would not question Zassresh, she was sure that he knew what he was doing.

Jumping down onto the sand, Anka stepped lightly and gracefully, looking around at the others as she had to wonder how many of them wouldn't make it. "How do you know he is miles from here and how do you know that it won't be so easy to kill him with so many."

Pondering, she leaned on her pike, brushing sand off of her long legs and smooth flat belly "Perhaps he won't come this way, how do you know that he will, maybe you should send someone to go and see if he is actually where you think and lure him back to this place."

Stretching her arms up over her head, Anka laid her pike at her feet, crossing her arms then over her chest, as she waited to hear Zassresh's response.

Nameless Hate:

Zassresh seemed irritated at the questions. His eyes rounded getting darker. " Why do you ask so much questions? He will be easy to kill, and I can feel his presence. "
He paced back and forth, kicking sand in sprays before him with his feet, his eyes locking onto her as she spoke more. " He'll come this way, it's the way back to where we're supposed to meet again. If we tried to send anyone in there to get him out he would know something was up. I'll know when he is coming. "

He stopped, looking out across the sands towards Mos Eisley, all of his effort right now was put towards masking his own presence, and keeping track of Jy'Ket, he knew he was with Zyg, knew Zyg also wouldn't interfere, it wasn't his way. He was sneaky, devious, cunning, probably more so than Zassresh, even more reason to get the Holocron. So he could destroy him as well, he was not to be trusted, and he was dangerous. Not a weapon of blunt approach like Murg or a predator who will stare you in the face while it eats your heart like Jy'Ket, but a snake. A devious filthy snake. To Zassresh that made him seem that much more the dangerous of the the other three Sith upon Tatooine. The Jenet wanted them all gone, but in time. He would use the Houth, he would kill the other two. As soon as he could.

For now he had to wait, to wait with this annoying Twi'lek and these idiot mercenaries. Soon, all of them would be laid out, bodies carved open. Dead, and he would be done with them, and Jy'Ket would be dead, he would have the Holocron, and a valuable hostage... possibly. Then he would deal with Zyg, perhaps use Murg to help him. He just needed the Holocron...

Taddio Tara’dek:

His eyes move back and forth between the two men that stood on the other side of the room. When one of them finally moved, Dek shifts his feet. To most it would be imperceptible, just a tiny adjustment to align his balance more. A sniffer? Must be talking about the one that brought him here. He eyes narrowed a bit of the mention of a holocron until he realized that they were not really talking to him, or implicating him in any way…yet.

The sudden shift in the mans posture, and subsequent movement to bring the man closer to Dek was putting him on guard even more. These were highly unpredictable men, and if push came to shove, then best he could do was defend himself and get out fast. Once he was out in the open, he could make a dash to ‘Serenity’, and once there, they couldn’t hope to touch him.

“Last time I checked, that was the deal. You’d pay with what you had, I’d hand over the crystals, and we would part ways.” He was straight and matter of fact about the entire thing, wanting to keep this simple. “I have the crystals hidden, and I will bring them out once I have secured payment. Is this acceptable?”

His eyes narrow again, then return to normal as the other one speaks to him. It was obvious now that they were Force sensitive. Not that it was very surprising, he had suspected as much all along, but now it was undeniable. Ignoring the one standing before him, though he never stops their eye contact, he responds.

“The name is Taddio Tara’dek.” He pauses, “As for the Force, its all around us, inside of everyone,” A quirky little smirk crosses his lips, “If you sniff hard enough, everyone stinks of the Force. I must say though, I’m a bit flattered that I come so highly recommended.” He gives a little bow, using the movement to further balance himself.

It was true, and an aspect of both religions based on the Force. He wasn’t about to give himself away too much, though he was sure they could figure most if it out on their own. He wasn’t exactly proud of how he got his Force training, and even less proud of what happened to him after he didn’t show enough skill to a man very much like these. “So how are we going to handle this gentlemen? Am I bringing the crystals back here, or would you prefer to go to them? Doesn’t much matter to me, so long as everything goes nice and smooth. I’m sure we can all agree a nice smooth deal is beneficial to everyone.” He posed to these men, definitely Sith from the feel of them.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Nameless Hate:

Zyg chuckled hearing Taddio speak such towards the Wolf. Stepping to the mans side he moved off to another part of the room, vanishing behind a curtain. " I shall return with your payment... if you're still alive by the time I get back. " He slipped from the room with an easy glide. A feline grace held to his thin frame.

Jy'Ket's head lowered to the side, staring side-long at Taddio, his white close cropped hair framing his angular features, making them look sharp and predatory. " Bold of you Taddio Tara'dek to speak towards me with such a smug little tone. You know what I ment by asking you of your ... 'stench' " He let the word roll from his lips. Tracing his tongue across the sharpened teeth. Obviously not finding this humorous as Zyg had. The Sith shifted in his seat, drawing his elbow back to sling it over the backing of his chair. " So, I'm going to ask you this once. Jedi trained? " Calmly the pale man, lifted his chin up. Eyes seeming to never blink, face lifeless and set in it's almost permanently looking scowl.

Zyg abruptly came back into the room. Waving away the conversation with his odd hand movements, almost as if his wrist was clutching a limp hand at the end of it, " Ahh, and here we go. " Extending the pouch he held with in the other claw tipped long fingered hand. " Should be sufficient, however... " he said as he withdrew it back towards his body. " Proposition for you... assist my... subordinate here and my... comrade in finding something here in Mos Eisley, and I'll see that you're paid even more. "

" We don't need any extra help Zyg, just let me use your pitiful little minion to find the Holocron then I'll be on my way. " The other man spoke. Seeming to develop an undertone of anger in his smooth voice.
A purr like noise came from the other Sith as he leaned closer to Taddio, " What do you say, a little extra cash couldn't hurt? " Brushing off Jy'Ket.
A low grunt was emitted from Jy'Ket as he sat back into his chair again, having been leaning forewad as if he was going to snap up to his feet, whip out like a snake and strike someone down. " What is your game Zyg... "
" No game, I just see this as the more help you have, the quicker you will be out of my hair and back on your way. "
" So what say you Tara'dek? "

Anka:

“Curiosity, curiosity is all, no other reason that I ask so many questions, it is the best way to learn is it not?” Dropping her gaze down away from his as he locked eyes with her, Anka took a step backwards, as she knew it was in her best interest not to get on Zassresh’s bad side, nor anger him in any way. “I won’t ask anymore questions.”

Turning her back Anka walked away, kicking sand up in front of her as she walked. No matter where she was, she always tried to carry herself with grace and as much presence as she possibly could. Kicking up more sand in front of her, she realized that she left her vibropike over by where Zassresh was, but thought it best to leave it there for now.

Sinking down to her knees, Anka bowed her head slightly, humming a soft tune as she arched her back and held each of her arms out to her side, slowly flipping her wrists up and down as she began to speak softly . The clan that she descended from were worshipers of music, dance, and poetry and she thought that it was time to ask for a little guidance, strength, and wisdom.

“My creator, mother of the five tear drops,please hear me as I speak.Grant me the wisdom to see your hand in my life and the conviction to remain true to you when it seems all hope is lost. Open my mind and heart that you may guide me. Show me what is best, empower me and grant me favor that through you I may find the strength and knowledge to walk the path you set for me.You have power, I have none.

You know what I cannot even imagine. If the path I choose is good for my life and the lives I touch, then make it easy for me, and bless it for me. If the path is bad, then turn it away from me, and turn me away from it. I am weak. Give me the strength I need. If my burden oppresses me beyond my bearing, lighten my load, that my strength may be equal to it.Lead me to live in such a way to honor the memory of those who have discovered what only you know for certain. Help me to be at peace, as those who have passed before me are at peace. They have left a part of themselves and shall live forever in my memories.

Let me not forget that they will always be there, with love and with all the best wishes for my future.Let me walk in the knowledge that with harm to none, and for the good of all, my prayer is heard. I can make change happen in my life today, I am blessed with free will, and that by my intention all acts of peace and non-violence will manifest.

Blessings be unto all your children and those that uphold them as you would see them upheld. I remain your child, your faithful servant and my love for you knows no bounds. Hear me, Mother, my prayer and heart are yours.”

Lifting her head, Anka rested her hands in her lap, looking around at all that were there, as she pushed to her feet and began to brush the sand from her knees.

Taddio Tara’dek:

His shoulders move upwards slightly, almost a shrug. Death was something he dealt with on an almost daily basis, and it was not something that scared him. He lived alone, he walked the paths of the universe alone, and he would one day die alone. These there things Dek had long ago come to terms with.

“You call it bold, I simply call it the confidence of knowing that killing me will bring you nothing of value. If you kill me, you lose your crystals.” His shoulders rise and fall more forcefully this time. “How bout we cut the small talk and just hit the meat of the matter. You’re Sith, and you want to know if I’m a Jedi so that you can decide whether to kill me or not. Correct?”

Dek stood his ground, knowing intrinsically that this man could kill him easily. It was Dek’s unwavering attitude that often saved his life, making greater opponents think he was more then what he was. Of course, those were often brigands and thieves…not dark Warriors of the Force. “Well, simply put, one of your order dragged me away from my home, trained me as a Sith, found my skills to be inadequate for whatever he had stolen me for, and sold me into slavery. And before you ask, I don’t know what his name was, I only knew him as Master.” He rattled through the whole thing rather fast, finding reliving his past detestable. But it was easier to just be honest with this man, having no need to be put on the spot.

Continuing to stand his ground, Dek lifts a hand to brush his red hair back over his ears, out of his eyes, in case he needed to move fast. Of course, it, like all his other movements, were innocuous enough. His emerald gaze took a measure of the man before him, white hair and all. He didn’t want to get in a fight with them, either of them, that much he knew. Especially as the two started to bicker a little over the propositions offered to Dek.

“Just Dek will do, if you don’t mind.” He looks back and forth between the two, deciding that the one with the white hair was the more powerful of the two. It was imperceptible, but he could feel that the one known as Zyg was somewhat afraid of the other. That and the fact that he wanted the man away from him as soon as possible, well, it spoke volumes.

“I’m not looking for trouble. If your partner here doesn’t want me involved, then I’m not gonna risk provoking an incident. Money doesn’t mean much to me when there might be a chance that I won’t ever get to spend it…if you catch my drift.” He looked to the one with the white hair. “For a price, of course I am willing to help, if I’m wanted. Course, I have no idea what it is that I am looking for, so I’m not sure how much help I could possibly offer.” He said, playing a bit dumb. He knew they were apparently looking for some sort of holocron, but beyond that, he indeed knew nothing.

“Of course, we still have our own deal to finish. I’d much rather finish that before doing any more business.” He looked at the two, deadly serious, “After all, I’d like to have a clean and clear getaway should anything go wrong ‘searching’ for whatever you are looking for.’ Dek was, first and foremost, a responsible businessman, and he wouldn’t let the prospect of more money blind him to his responsibilities to his other partners.

Spying a thin, coin shaped rock, Dek moves his hand outwards and wills it to him with the Force. The rock slowly lifts from the ground, and floats to his outstretched hand. With barely a thought, his fingers nimbly shift, placing the stone between two knuckles, then shifts them again to start the stone moving back and forth between his knuckles.

Nameless Hate:

Zyg looked like he was thinking as he absorbed Taddio's words.
Jy'Ket on the other hand was staring again. His lips drawing back into a small smile, " The crystals would be of no loss to me, " he retorted, shifting his right hand to tip the sword sheathed at the side of his chair foreward so it fell against his knee, sitting at an angle now. " Do though...consider yourself spared. I don't like you, but I no longer have the desire to peel the flesh off your bones. "

Light laughter came from Zyg as he flicked his eyes between the two. " He is Echani, it is in their ways to challenge any they see as a possible competition. Consider that a compliment. "
" Watch your tongue Zyg. " Spoke forth the Wolf. Almost snarling, " Enough of this. We should be on our way already. "
" How about this... Dek. " The Sith said as he rolled the word around on his tongue. " I'll pay you now, you go with us. I'll even include the extra. Just for your additional assistance. I'd rather we had more numbers while approaching... Jedi."
" Yes, let us not just tell everyone in the galaxy. Your lips are far too loose. " Jy'Ket pushed himself to his feet, one smooth easy motion. Lean wiry frame was soon moving past them all out the door. " Big nose, hurry up. "
Stev who had been silent for some time now, looked back at his Master Zyg then ducked out the door behind the warrior. Following close.

Zyg glanced over at Dek, motioning for him to follow. " I'll hear what you have to say, then we can choose which direction we shall be going. " The man's body language told other wise, perhaps slipping it was obvious he wanted to get the deal with the crystals over with quickly, his attention more focused upon Stev and Jy'Ket's direction.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Taddio Tara’dek:

Dek hardly liked where this was all heading, but it was becoming clear that he wasn’t going to get out of this. Oh well, he hadn’t had much of an adventure in awhile.

Not bothering to respond to the white haired Sith, he instead turns to regard the one named Zyg. Echani? The title rang a bell in his mind. The one that had taken him had been an Echani, if he recalled correctly. Not that it mattered, for he was dead, and so was the Jedi that had killed him. As a matter of fact, his former Masters lightsaber was tucked away on his ship, and the Jedi’s was hanging off of his hip.

“Yeah, sure, that works for me.” Dek answers with a bit of a shrug, giving a tiny bow and moving his arm out, indicating that the cheerier one should lead the way. “Could use some more excitement this run anyways. So where are we going anyways?”

Grabbing his hood, he lifts it and covers his head more to keep as much of the always shifting sand of this planet out of his hair and face and possible. Of course, he also wanted to keep his face as hidden as possible. The last thing he needed was any Jedi recognizing him and making it difficult for him to land on Coruscant.

Using a comlink, he speaks to R2. “R2, plans have changed a little. We’re gonna be here a little longer then planned. I got another business opportunity here. If you don’t hear from me within 24 hours, try to make contact, then head back to Coruscant and make contact with Beryl. Understood?”

A few beeps and whines returned to him, indicating that the astromech droid understood the message, and that he would do as instructed, then return. That was good enough for Dek. Pulling his blaster from his hip, he checks it over real quick to check the power reading before replacing it. “So, what exactly is it that I’m expected to do for this extra loot?” It seemed like a stupid question, but years of business had taught him that it was often the questions overlooked that got a person in trouble.

Nameless Hate:

Zyg looked pleased. Either with himself or with Dek it wasn't readable. " Splendid. Follow me then, all you have to do is go with us and assist. Be an extra set of arms. " He let his eyes slit, running over to stare at the man walking beside him as the sniffer lead the way, passing through the comercial sectors to head out towards the residential.

Noone so much as spoke a word along the walk. Zyg seemed to let his eyes wander, passing out smiles here and there. The sniffer Stev stayed point, walking with his chin tipped up towards the heavens, his nostrils flaring and curling back. Just behind him, the black cloaked form moved, long legged smooth steps that seemed to glide. Not looking here or there, only seeming to travel in one set path. That the one the sniffer was creating.

Zyg spoke up suddenly as they began to pace through the Hutts slave zone. Looking about here and there, slowing to occasionally look at several of the half naked forms being led around, yet not dropping back far enough to lose sight of Stev or Jy'Ket. " It seems we will be heading out of Mos Eisley, perhaps not far. Outlying farms at most. Stev's sense of smell for the Force is not strong enough to pick it up if it were miles away.... " As if re-assuring Dek they wouldn't go far.

" This is so karking foolish. " Snarled Jy'Ket, not agreeing in the least with the way Zyg handled business.


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Zassresh, snapped his head to the side pointing off across the dunes and sand desert. " That way! He moves, everyone up NOW! We go! " With that he raced to his speeder hopping onto it to let it lift up. Spurring it foreward in a fast burst, taking off in the direction of the other Sith. A smirk peeling back across his lips.

Only to have his mood darken as they drew nearer. Four.. there was not supposed to be four. He could not feel the Holocron either. " Idiot. " He mumbled to himself as Zyg's head turned looking in their direction. Swallowing he swerved the speeder downwards, half-way through it he decided that was pointless he had been found. Letting it slide back into view, he lifted his hand up waving it towards the other Sith. As if letting them know he was here.

He turned looking towards the Mercenaries, selecting a few of them to send a telepathic message to. " He is not alone, so follow my lead. No attacking. Just do as I do, when I give the word. Then we strike. " He sent this to one on each of the two barges, and one to the woman Anka.

Anka:

Anka turned her head sharply as she heard Zassresh speak of whomever they were after being in a particular direction. She guessed that he knew what he was talking about after all.

Moving quickly she picked up her pike before the man's message even reached her, beginning to move off the way that he was going on his speeder, stopping as she heard his message finally echo through her head.

Looking back, she watched to see if any of the others were coming to join them, deciding not to wait for them and move on her own. Using her pike in the deep parts of the sand, she lifted herself partially as she walked, keeping her eyes on where the "Jedi" had stopped to watch this man that he thought was going to be alone.

Slowing her pace, she fought her way up over the sand dunes. He had said to follow his lead, and as she came up over the last sand dune to where Zassresh was sitting on his speeder, she looked past him to the four that were getting closer.

Nervousness ran through her as her lekku twitched, and waved slowly as they dangled down over her shoulders and to the middle of her back. None of them would have any reason to think that she was agressive in any way, so perhaps she was just worrying for nothing.

Moving slowly, Anka made her way to where Zassresh had stopped, standing next to him, as she kept a close eye on the others, shifting on her feet and brushing sand off of her body where it was sticking to her skin, stabbing her pike into the ground and leaning against it, as she blinked more dust from her eyes "Coo sa Da? Da Wanga La?"

Taddio Tara’dek:

He was a bit shorter then to two Sith that walked before him, only the diminutive fellow was shorter. These, and many other things he took note of as they walked. Zyg was an interesting person, fast to paint on a smile, though perhaps that smile hid more then just a devious mind.

As they roamed through an area where slaves were kept, Dek actually snarled a little under his hood. His eyes roamed very little though, for he had no desire to look upon the flesh of slaves, it was far too painful for him to remember his days on slavery. All of these poor creatures…for they were more beast of burden and pleasure now then actual people. He had to keep focused on the back of the white haired Sith just to keep himself from flaring his lightsaber to life and freeing every single one of these slaves.

He made a mental note to return to this planet at a later time with a large amount of monetary assets to free a few of them. Or, perhaps if their owners were not willing to part with them, he would have to ‘convince’ them that it was best for everyone.

Hearing Zyg speak up, as if to reassure him, Dek smiled. He didn’t need to be reassured. They had hired him, and he would do what it was that needed to be done to earn his pay. That, above all else, was why Dek almost always came so highly recommended. He was a bit picky about what jobs he took at times, but when he accepted pay, or an agreement, he saw it through…no matter what it took.

Another smile crossed his lips, a very demure and sadistic smile…not that anyone could see it from under his hood. So the white haired one had quite a bit of disdain for Zyg. He saw a bit of movement from Zyg, and his eyes followed. Someone in a speeder came into view for a moment, waving his arms. Narrowing his eyes, Dek was immediately suspicious of this entire ‘job’. Just what was going on anyways? He had a mind to ask, but then, he really didn’t care what was going on. All that mattered to him was to finish his deals, and get back to his ship alive. Just assure himself of their locations, Dek lowers his hands slowly to his hips, touching his blaster, and then his lightsaber. He was ready.

Nameless Hate:

He glanced back over his shoulder, cursing silently under his breath as he swept in close enough for conversation range. " So... it would seem that Jy'Ket has found out where the Holocron really was, my sources pointed me all in this direction. I hurried as fast as I could to come and supply help. "

Zyg studied the rat-man thoughtfully, looking past him over the barges, extra swoop bikes the mercenaries, and the Twi'lek. His eyes lingered, he was a fan of the flesh, both male and female... and whatever was in between, always appreciating all creatures of beauty. Expecially ones that he could make scream an odd sadistic side of him forced out a whimsical smile. One that had his voice rising up, " Awww, the wretched little rodent has decided to assist us where he is not wanted... interesting how you manage to always show yourself at the most oppurtune times Zass. "
" A gift I assure you Zyg. Otherwise I would not be one of ours... " He glanced behind him then at the others, hearing several of the mercenaries complaining of more Jedi.
Another chuckle escaped the Sith Devotee, his cunning eyes lept from the Jenet to the Echani. Some unspoken words passing between the trio.
Jy'Ket looked annoyed, the frustration apparent in the drawn tight set line of his lips. First the presence of Zyg, his new pet project Taddio, and now the wretched Jenet and his group of misfits. His long fingers tightened in, feeling the edge of steel that was wrapped about his forearm, connected to the deadly lanvorak he possessed. Itching to use it. Deciding not to use words upon them as he spun around, his long legged walk continuing.
" Just follow, all of this is unnecessary and draws attention. Idiots. " He huffed out.
Zassresh looked from Zyg to Taddio, narrowing his eyes as he felt the subtle presence of the Force standing out in him. Wincing as images in his mind flashed about, combat... His group attacking the Wolf, only to have Taddio and Zyg toss into the mix. Not good. Not good at all. He panicked almost, swallowing as he turned to look at his group of rag-tag employees. " We continue with them, we will assist them... as I told you all we would. " He gave a firm hidden look towards everyone as if trying to communicate out that he would kill anyone who was going to act against his orders. Hoping these mercenaries would listen. Everything clashed in his mind, nothing was working as it should be. Though his nack for slipping through the cracks would prevail, it had to he told himself. Where was that dumb Houth he wondered, perhaps he was dead. One last problem to handle if so.
" So... we have numbers now, no need for stealth, we can just attack and be done with it. Then we'll have what we came for. " he knew how this sounded, knew that soon those who were following him would be curious, they probably already were. Curious men were dangerous men. It ment they were thinking outside of the fold, it ment they were more prone to rebellious thought. Not good... not good at all.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Taddio Tara’dek:

There was an awful lot of tension flying around, it was palpable to be sure. He could feel it in particularly in the Sith with the white hair, and the man whom he had noticed up on the dunes…another user of the Force if his senses were telling him correctly, and most likely a Sith considering his companions on this particular adventure.

Dek had spent many years away from the Sith, either by avoiding them, or just by simple chance of never running into them. And now…well now he seemed to be in a veritable nest of them.

Still, he didn’t bother to speak. He knew that it would only annoy the white haired Sith if he spoke at this point, and most likely they would not even answer his questions…truthfully at least. He also cursed in his head, wishing he had had the foresight to have brought along his former Masters lightsaber. He was weak in use of the Force, yes, but his former Sith master had been an Echani who had spent countless hours instructing Dek on the use of the lightsaber in combat.

His blaster would be rather ineffective against these Sith, or any Jedi they might run into. Well, he just had to hope against hope that he never had to face more then one Force user at a time in regards to hand to hand combat. Human and alien opponents…he wasn’t too concerned about them. Of course, if he were forced to face that Twi’lek he had seen briefly from the other group, there might be some complications.

The others might not had noticed it, but he sure had. She had been recently a slave, or for that matter might still be. Dek just wasn’t really sure if he could bring himself to kill a slave. Then again, when it came down to simple math or his life or hers…he wouldn’t just lay down and die.

Shaking his head to clear it of thoughts, he berates himself. ‘You’re thinking too much Dek, stop it now before you cloud your judgement.’ Dek thinks to himself, knowing that his train of thought would only lead him down a road where he was bound to make fatal mistakes. He needed to keep his thoughts clear for…well, whatever was ahead. He was always at his best when he had to improvise, when he was running off of pure instinct. Taking a moment to look sidelong at Zyg, he did have to wonder just why the Sith wanted him to tag along.

His eyes peer up towards the newcomers, a rat-tag bunch to be sure. He couldn’t help noticing the Twi’lek again though. Seeing her up closer, she was definitely a former slave, and still had many of the mannerisms. What she was doing here, with the group of mercenaries she was traveling with, however, was something he could not figure out. Perhaps when he got a chance, he would move over to her and find out. For the moment, he didn’t want to risk setting anyone off, or stepping past his bounds.

Anka:

Anka followed behind Zassresh as he closed in on the group of people that were coming towards them. Trudging through the deep sand, she used her pike to further herself along, stopping beside him again, not catching what he had said to them at all. Feeling eyes on her Anka, lifted her head, looking at the one who’s eyes were lingering on her form and wrinkling her nose “Slimo”

Shifting her eyes between the white haired man and the two others, Anka got an uneasy feeling as she began to listen to the conversation at hand. It seemed to her anyways that Zassresh was not telling someone the whole truth, and it seemed that it was these three men.

She began to wonder if he had expected whichever one was the bad one to be alone, and now apparently for some reason he was not. It was perplexing to her, to say the least, but she was in no position to question anything that Zassresh was doing, or would do in the future, he had promised to help her get rid of Bassl and she would do anything to make sure that happened.

Anka also thought it best to speak one of the many languages she had learned, there was no use in letting these others know that she knew Basic, nor that she could speak it as well as she could. It was uncommon for Twi’lek to speak Basic anyhow, but as many years as she spent with those that could only speak it, she had to learn and had to learn to speak it as well.

Glancing to the other one that was looking her over, she shifted on her feet, gripping her pike tightly as she spoke to him as well “Chuba leah tah stucka.” A small smile crept over her face as she turned her attention to the white haired man, he looked angry, and from the way he was holding himself, he certainly seemed angry, she would have to make sure an avoid him if she could.

Catching the look from Zassresh as he spoke, she looked at him confused for a moment, but knew it would do her no good to question him, merely nodding her head and waiting for any orders he may give to them once he decided what it was their next move would be.

Nameless Hate:

It wasn't far until a dip in the desert appeared, swallowing up into a large cradle. Inside that cradle was what looked like a manufacturing/junker plantation of sorts. Around the outsides droids were shoveling out dirt, carts, and crates full of metals, scrap and the like. Kneeling down Jy'Ket lifted his eyes to the heavens then back to the rest. " Can you feel it? "

Stev snorted, " I can smell it... it is close" he groaned, his nose red. Sneezing. Hunching his shoulders in after he spoke. Which got him a pat on the head from the pleased looking Zyg. " Yes, it is not far at all good friend. Vague but here somewhere " The voice sounded sarcastic with the words good and friend. Leaving them to hang in the air. " What of you Taddio? " Wryly the man asked the other of the four Force sensitives here. Testing him.

The Jenet scampered foreward peering over the edge towards the center. " There is people down there. Children... " he narrowed his beady eyes. " Guess we won't have much of a problem at all. I don't see any Jedi or guards. "

The Wolf, looked over releasing a small grunt. " Idiot, there is one more padawan. " He looked past, ignoring the other two Sith as his gaze swept over Taddio, Anka and the mercenaries. " Sweep this place clean, kill all of them down there and flush out the Jedi. "

Zassresh hissed loudly looking at Jy'Ket. Then back at all of them. " Do as he said... " His fur bristling up, finding himself removed of his cover, cursing under his breath as he looked towards Jy'Ket. " Why did.... nevermind fool. "

Zyg only covered his mouth a rather effeminite laugh escaping him. " Oh oh oh how beautiful, what game am I up to dear dear Wolfie, what game are you upto? Poor Zassresh here just got his cover blown. I bet you had them all convinced you were some little hero here to lead them on a righteous trip of chivalry and great deeds. All for the price of pay right? "

" Oh shut up, you whore yourself out to little boys and wompas. Who are you to laugh at me. " Zassresh spun around looking at the Mercenaries and the Twi'lek awaiting their responses, knowing he was going to be expecting some form of disobedience that he was ready to handle with his lightsaber.

Jy'Ket wasted no time, springing foreward carried down into the canyon like he was gliding on invisible wings, the whole hundred twenty foot drop being made without so much as a sprained ankle. Landing he seemed to become a blur of movement, a woman who was repairing a droid didn't even have time to scream before her abdomen sliced clean in two. Blood spraying in various directions as a spinal cord whipped about like a headless snake. In seconds he was on another man, this one who had tried to run for the dome shaped building, the words help not even escaping his lips coming out as " He... " half of his head split down the center. Ripping back with a sickening *plop* as the body curled in on itself. Terror, fear, bloodshed, death, destruction... the dark side grew steady with each killing blow.

Mercenaries inspired and fearful by the bloodshed began opening fire into the canyon. Spraying down rain of destructive energy into retreating forms. Several blaster shots would return fire. Zassresh let out a yell, " YES KILL GET THEM ALL!!! FIND THE JEDI!! Let none live!! " Trying to spur on his troops, feeling as if it was something he needed to do, needed to keep them from turning on him so he could keep them and use them later. Use them to die for him.

Taddio Tara’dek:

Lifting his head away from the Twi’lek, he looks to Zyg as he addresses Dek. The question, of course, was a test. Answering truthfully, “Considering that I have no idea what we are looking for, I have no idea. However, I do feel something rather odd down there.” He wasn’t sure what he was sensing, but there was something rather vague down there. Seeing that they weren’t paying him much mind anyways, Dek returns his attention to the Twi’lek, who was speaking to him.

A smirk of bemusement crosses his lips as he looks to the Twi’lek girl. “Smeeleeya whao toupee upee.", deciding to respond to her rather abrupt comments, but finding the huttese language far to restricting to convey his thoughts. “It might be rude to stare, but it’s just as rude to inform someone of it. For your information, I wasn’t stareing, I was taking your measure.” His eyes move back over her briefly, “Ah'chu apenkee?”

Moving his gaze towards where the Sith seemed to be growing increasingly agitated. Their conversations were...disturbing, to say the least, and very interesting. So the Sith were here on this planet passing themselves off as Jedi? That was a tasty piece of info that he would tuck away for later use.

Things seemed to explode suddenly as the white haired Sith jumped into action and ordered everyone else to as well. Pure reflex set him into motion, grabbing his blaster and lightsaber, though he didn’t light up the former. He looked to the Twi’lek then, not sure whether he should rush into the battle, or hang back just a bit. For some reason he wanted to see what this former slave would do first. Would she become disgusted with what was going on, or would she jump in and join the bloodshed.

With a bit of a smirk, he lowers his hood enough for her to see his face more clearly. “Ladies before gentlemen.” He speaks so that only she could hear him, his lightsaber flaring to life even as he said it, its purple blade glowing eerily. He holds his arm out, indicating that he would cover her back, if she so desired.

Hearing the screams down below, he actually twinged a little, not sure how eager he was to jump into this. But as blaster fire was returned, and several shots came way too close, two of which he had to use his lightsaber to deflect. Powering up his blaster, Dek turns his head enough to look sidelong at the Twi’lek. “By the way. The name is Taddio, but you can cell me Dek. Well, if we all survive this.” Deflecting a few more blasts, he smiles. He suspected that she was hiding a lot, and as a former slave himself, he knew that it was commonplace to hide any intelligence. Most likely she could speak Basic as clearly as he could.

For whatever reason, he felt the need to put her at ease. Pushing his jacket aside, Dek pulls up the side of his shirt, and shows her his brand. Hiding it once more, he knew he didn’t have to explain. Ex-slaves understood such things. He waited for her to speak, or react in some way before he moved again.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Anka:

Anka got a very uneasy feeling as she heard the men begin to talk amongst one another, her eyes shifting back and forth between them all as she listened to what they were saying. What little concentration she had was broken when she heard the familiar language, her stance changing just a bit as she heard the one known as Dek speak to her “Anka.”

Listening to the others again, she slowly began to realize that they were not at all what they seemed nor what they claimed to be, and as she watched the white haired man take off below, her eyes widened in shock and surprise. Looking to Zassresh as he turned and spoke. “Killee hoohah”

She looked back to the man Dek as she plucked her pike from the ground, pushing the button and turning it on as it sprang to life. She knew that this was going to be a situation where it was kill or be killed and she didn’t come out to the middle of the desert to be left to rot. When he spoke to her again, and lifted his shirt, showing his mark, she showed no emotion, only shook her head as she began to walk away “Shag.”

As the screams intensified, Anka took off after the white headed man that had preceded her, using her pike to lift herself across the sand, the blade on the other end spinning faster and faster in the air as she finally landed at the bottom of the ravine like place at the bottom of the dune.

Looking to her left, she saw a man coming at her, screaming and waving some sort of metal pipe at her. Stepping to the side, she let him fly right by her, turning and jabbing her pike at his back, turning her head as blood sprayed out the front of his chest, his screams turning to gurgling sounds as she pulled the vibrating rod from his body, muscles, blood, and bits of bone slinging in every direction as she did.

Turning she watched the other man as he slayed more people right in front of her eyes, another man coming at her with some sort of tool that had a sharp end. He was much quicker than the other and as the chive sank into her side, a scream fell from her lips, the look of surprise on his face, the last thing that she saw as she sliced her pike up the front of his chest, spilling his intestines before, pulling it back, the hot whirling blade slicing across his neck as she moved it from side to side.

Grimacing, she sank down to one knee, using her free hand to pull the chive from her side, blood dripping through her fingers as she held her hand over the wound. Pushing the button to her pike, she let it become motionless, setting it down beside her as she looked for anything to wrap around the gash in her side, more screams coming from various parts of the camp, her head tipping up as she looked around wondering what they had done.

“La nobata Jedai wata.”

Taddio Tara’dek:

Dek shrugged as the Twi’lek known as Anka brushed him off and rushed to join the battle. She must be as blood thirsty as the rest. Definitely not the impression he had been hoping for. But he couldn’t back out now anyways, even if he had wanted to. If he fought, he might kill a few innocents, but if he didn’t, he would most likely he hunted by the Sith. That was something he definitely didn’t want.

Without another moment’s hesitation, he threw himself into battle mode and leapt into action. Rushing past the mercenaries and their blaster rifles, he jumps down the ravine, following after Anka. Unlike the white haired Sith, he wasn’t so powerful in the force that he could make such a leap unscathed. He did, however, do it by making a few smaller leaps. He had no intentions of actually getting near the Twi’lek again, except that her movements caught his eyes, as did her blood. She had been cut, and was bleeding pretty badly.

Prepared, as always, for such situations, Dek pulls forth two items from his belt. Aiming his blaster, he takes out one person that was getting too close to him, and deflects several blaster shots, a couple actually going back to their original locations to hurt the ones that had shot them. Brushing by Anka, he drops the items, a bandage and a wrap, into her hands before whirling past her to cut the hands, and a blunt object he had been wielding, from their owner with his lightsaber.

His eyes turn briefly to look at Anka, a frown on his face, disdain in his voice. “Dobrah! Yatuka shado an jeeska tonka.” He said, pointing to her wound, indicating that she needed to dress it quickly. In basic, he added. “The sooner you get up and moving, the faster you can go back to killing.” His voice full of venom. Turning away from her, he moves his blaster pistol in a slow arc, firing off several shots at a group that was coming at him with blasters of their own. Each shot hit their mark, hitting their hands and disarming them at the same time.

He didn’t have time to play, and so he rushed straight into them, putting his blaster back in its holster before leaping into the air. His fist collided with one, knocking him out cold, his foot taking out another before landing and twisting, lifting his foot high into the air to take out a third. He didn’t even bother with the fourth as he rushed by. That was a mistake, though, as the fourth person turned to attack him.

Without flinching, he turned and raised his hand, the Force flowing through him to choke the individual. Still, unlike his ‘compatriots’, he didn’t kill the woman, he merely choked her and let her go unconscious. Dek paused for a moment, then, to look around and see everything that was going on, and which way he should head next.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Nameless Hate:

The short battle that was nothing more then outright slaughter ended. Jy'Ket unscathed stood in the center of ruin. Staring at the rest of those gathered. " The holocron is here somewhere, fan out and find it. Make yourselves useful. I see anyone leave this crater before me, I'm going to hunt you down. "

His hell-red eyes slipped from one face to another, blood having been splattered up across his jawline and face, turning it into a canvas of death. His tongue even flicking out to slide some of it into his mouth.

Zassresh glared towards the weaponmaster. His saber fizzling out of existance as he tucked it away. Glancing over at the wounded twi'lek, then fanning out to see what other mercenaries he had still alive. All of them, a massacre. Satisfied he walked his way towards Zyg. Who currently was observing Taddio, shrew eyes narrowed to slits, a smile formed across a sly mouth.

" Why not kill them. " He said waving his hand towards those who were littered about Taddio. " They may just cause you grief later. " He probed at the man. His eyes seeming to be staring into him as if looking for something. Not at all seeming worried about the holocrons presence at the moment. Zyg, seemed to be untouched just as Jy'Ket was. Which wasn't hard to do when you didn't lift a finger to join in. Having stood aside watching, not even flinching or moving as people were gunned down before him. Looking to be content with just watching the bloodshed instead of joining in and causing it like the other Sith.

A scream bounced throught he canyon as the Wolf found someone to interrogate, sobs, followed by another scream, only to be replaced by an even louder one. The voice soon cutting off abruptly.

" What music... " commented the Sith Devotee as he listened. The Wolf having not found the padawan or the holocron yet.

Taddio Tara’dek:

Dek looked around at the carnage. A massacre it had been, nothing more or less. Senseless bloodshed all in the name of the Dark Side of the Force. Death didn’t bother him, killing didn’t bother him, and certainly some of those killed had probably deserved it.

As Zyg approached him and spoke, Dek could only smile. “If their living bothers you so much, feel free to kill them, I don’t kill the defenseless…and I assure you, to a one, they are utterly defenseless. As to why? Dead men do not speak. I thought it prudent to keep a few alive so that you might ask them about what you seek.” Dek was a master of the bluff, but that was because he always spiced the bluff with a truth, whether the truth was his intentions or not.

Of course, the fact that a man who hadn’t participated in the battle was questioning his tactics wasn’t lost on him. Although, with the exception of a tiny steak of dirt on his jacket, he too looked as though he hadn’t done much of anything. Powering down his lightsaber, it disappears with a swish, he places it back on its place on his belt.

Turning away from Zyg, and also to the white haired Sith that was interrogating one of the ones they had attacked, he walks towards Anka. But it wasn’t Anka that had his attention, but the man whose hands he had cut off. Looking down, Dek picks the blaster he had been holding up and pries the dead fingers off of it, tossing them to the ground. The mans stumps were cauterized, thanks to the lightsaber, and he was in no danger of dieing. It was the blaster, however, that kept his attention.

“This is an awfully new and expensive blaster for the likes of these simple people.” Dek mused to himself, his eyes lifting to look around at the carnage once more. For that matter, why did simple workers have blasters of any kind? There was definitely something going on here, something other then what it appeared. What was on that Holocron that was so important that these men were willing to kill for it.

Tucking the blaster into the inner pocket of his coat, Dek lifts his eyes and looks at the Twi’lek girl. He had a mind to say something, but she had shown the same savage reactions to the situation that they all had. “It’s a shame that you like to kill so much.” He says to himself, though most likely she could hear him, even though it was unlikely that she would understand. Pulling his hood back into place, and thus further concealing himself from the ones this group had attacked. Dek wasn’t very worried about these folks coming after him. In the heat of action, he doubted if any of them had even seen his face, let alone know enough about him to track him down.

Looking to Zyg, Dek walks towards him. “Is there anything special about this holocron that will make it easier to distinguish from any other holocron?”

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Anka:

As soon as the wraps and bandages hit the soft dirt in front of her, Anka picked them up and unraveled a large portion of one of the bandages, using it to wipe the blood away from the wound before placing a clean one over the top of it. Using the wrap, she circled it around her waist and belly at least twice before tying it off at the top, dropping the rest to the ground as she heard the man Dek. Opening her mouth to say something she just shook her head as she pulled herself to a stand with her pike, leaning against it as she looked around at the carnage that had been done by their hand.

When the white haired one barked orders at the rest, Anka remained where she was, staring at him as she looked at his blood -covered face, and the death all around them. “Verd ori’shya beskar’gam.” Spitting in the dirt, she turned away as he made his way somewhere other than where they were standing, perhaps he wouldn’t think she was talking to him and just leave her be.

Watching Dek for a moment as he examined the hand that held the blaster, Anka’s lekku twitched with very subtle movements, the tchin sliding up over her shoulder and resting down the front side of her body as the tip of it moved back and forth in a slow dance like motion. She simply shook her head as he took the blaster, knowing now perhaps why they had the weapons that they did. It was apparent that they were protecting themselves; they had just been caught off guard by the monsters that had found their way here.

Anka ignored the other two, Zassresh, and the one known as Zyg, cringing as she heard sobs and then more screams. It was too late for her to turn back now, she would be lying in pieces like the rest of them if she made one wrong move and she had no doubt in this whatsoever.

Looking again as she was spoken to, she peered under the man’s hood and picked her pike up, stabbing it down a mere inch away from his left foot. “I don’t kill because I have to, I killed because I had no other choice.” As he walked away, she moved herself, walking through the ruins of what was left, looking for this thing that seemed to be of so much importance that innocent lives had to pay for it.

Nameless Hate:

Soon the sounds of the dying ceased. Mercenaries looted the rather well furnished settlement. Weapons were in good quality. Armor was available, and a few other odds and ends. All would prove of good value.

Corpses lay scattered about, left as they were, dismembered, riddled with holes, gutted... carnage, utter chaos. Zyg and Zassresh were alone, speaking hastily as Jy'Ket re-approached the grouping of men. Clutched in his left gloved hand was a small pyramid shaped box. The holocron.

Zassresh immediately turned to face the Wolf, staring at the hand. Greed obvious in his eyes, lusting for the object. Knowing it would place him in high favor with the Lords. Zyg seemed to slip backwards, watching onward with a small smile played across his lips. All three of them seemed to be focused upon the artifact, dark side energy seeping from it, so powerful it was almost tangible.

" We got what we came for, we can leave now. The Jedi who was here seems to have fled." Spoke the Echani. As he began towards one of the landspeeders. Having no desire to walk back. Zassresh looked to Zyg whispering harshly, and fast. Pointing towards Jy'Ket frantically.

Zyg smiled, nodding his head. Waving towards the man with an open palm. His mouth moving but far enough from the rest and quiet none spoke.

The Jenet suddenly spun around watching the Sith Weaponmaster move, looking as if he was struggling. Wanting the Holocron, but fearing the man. He turned to look at the mercenaries, then to Anka, his eyes flittering over Taddio, not sure where that one stood, however knowing Zyg just told him if he wished to try he would assist him... perhaps it was a trap? Perhaps Zyg would turn on him also. He began to get anxious... his claws grasping tighter to the sabers handle he clutched.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Taddio Tara’dek:

He gives a little stretch, looking around at all of the mercenaries. When Anka spoke up, he smirked, having suspected that she knew Basic all along. “Here, perhaps, you killed because you have no other choice. But I think you still have the desire to kill for pleasure.” His eyes turned to look into hers, “Perhaps the one that had subjugated you.”

This was speculation, but it was as good a guess as any considering the slave pens that he had passed through not all that long ago. This would also explain her being here, in the service of Sith. The others were milling about, taking whatever was of value. Typical mercenaries, that was for sure, though he himself had no real interest in pillaging. True, he had taken the one blaster, but that was mostly because he had been curious about it, not for any real value it held.

As the white haired Sith emerged, holding what appeared to be a holocron, and apparently the one that he had been seeking for, Dek assumed that the ‘mission’ was over. But the looks that the other two Sith were giving to the white haired one told him that things might explode at any moment. He was well aware of the treachery of Sith when it came to acquiring new power for themselves.

Staying where he was, he speaks softly to Anka. “It might be in our best interest to keep out of this.” His eyes never leaving the three Sith, suspecting that something was about to unfold that they should stay out of. If Anka wanted to die, that was up to her, but had felt the need to warn her, just in case she didn’t see what he saw. Checking on his lightsaber and his blaster, he prepares to run…hopefully without having to fight. He wasn’t any kind of hero, not in the least.

“I don’t know if you have a ship nearby,” He whispers to Anka, “but if this turns bad, I want you to know that I have a ship just on the other side of this town. You’re welcome to come on board.” He kept his voice lowered so that only she could hear. He really wanted to avoid a fight, but something in his gut told him that one was coming whether he liked it or not. His only hope was that he could avoid it directly and make it to his ship. Dek moved his feet, balancing himself, preparing for the inevitable.

Anka:

Her eyes moved over to the man Dek as he spoke to her "What I do and what I don't do is really none of your concern and who I might want to kill and why is not of your concern either. If it ever does become your concern I will be the first to let you know." Anka then shifted her gaze to the white haired man that approached, wathing the other two as she began to feel a bit uneasy.

She wasn't exactly sure what it was that they were doing, but she was sure that the end result was going to be someone laid out on the ground, and something told her that it wasn't going to be the one that was walking away.

Hearing Dek again in her ear, she turned to him, shaking her head "I'll stay out of it, I'm not stupid, but I'm not going anywhere, it's not in me to just run. Besides one of them owes me and I do intend to collect."

Shifting in her stance, she just watched, Anka wasn't going to get involved in whatever the three of them had going if she didn't have to. Besides Dek looked as if he was ready and if she needed to, she would just use him to shield herself from anything that might come her way. He seemed at least that chivalrous, and perhaps Anka just wasn't quite what she appeared to be.

Nameless Hate:

No warning, only the scream of " Now!!! Kill him now!!! " was to be heard. The Jenets lightsaber flared to life, a beacon of destruction snapping into deadly existance. He pointed his voice booming out, " Destroy him!!! " Springing suddenly forward. Desire to obtain the Sith artifact becoming too much to ignore. Doubting he would ever have such a moment as now.

" Strike now and fast Taddio, your pay will increase. " Came a voice, one that would not be heard by any but the Force using man it was directed at.

His hand shot foreward leaping from claw tips in a spinning windmills whirl the saber skimmed across the desert towards the Echani's back, lightning fast reflexes lending to a sudden burst of movement, bringing the Sith Weaponmaster snapping backwards bending at the midsection to dip his shoulders back, throat exposed as he evaded the thrown weapon.

Not wasting so much as a second the Jenet hurled himself foreward lunging through the air to tuck into a spinning ball, one that would bring both feet into the side of the dodging Echani. Blaster fire richoetted off the small lightsaber that appeared in Jy'Kets off hand, deflecting shots off in different directions. One managing to slice through the side of a Sulustan mercenary's face.

Another hard twist of the upper body and the skillful shifting of legs would have Jy'Ket neatly placed adject of Zassresh's leap attack, an opening appearing on the creature as he caught his returned lightsaber.

The Wolf of the Sith took it, a blur of motion and the black bladed vibrosword clutched over his shoulder was out ripping through the Jenet's side, spraying blood upwards. A bloodcurdling scream of pain erupted from Zassresh's open mouth as muscles, flesh and bone were cleaved out of his left side. Sending cloth along with skin chunks into the air in a grotesque spray.

Another strong stream of energy fired into the dueling Sith. Zassresh tossing himself towards the ground, a pitiful almost whimpering sound released from his maw. Stev, Zyg's assistant held the pulse cannon. Burts after burst assaulted the area that the Weaponmaster deftly lept away from. Hovering above Stev coming down with an over handed double slice. Crimson fluid, a flare of light and the man was turned from one being into three seperate ones who decided they had to seperate. Inspiring the fall of meat to rough ground.

Zyg seemed to withdraw, back away from the Sith as he slunk inwards, almost hugging the canyon wall. Eyes locked upon the Sith's quick actions, fast, efficient, emotionless as he shot from one mercenary to the next, systematically eliminating them. Never staying in one spot for longer then it took to lop off an arm then a head, or split open a gut, stab through the heart...

Jy'Ket did not slow, his apparent lack of compassion not stopping him from slapping his swords blade into them again once he'd drop one... soon his rage fueled rampage would have him facing off towards the Twi'lek and Dek.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Taddio Tara’dek:

He hears the voice in his head, but doesn’t heed it at first. He wasn’t really sure who had blasted the call into his thoughts, nor did it really matter, for the time that it took for Dek to pull his lightsaber into his hand, and balance himself, the Sith from the other group was down on the ground, bleeding profusely from the Echani’s attack. Already he could tell the way this fight would go, and he knew in his heart that he was no match for the white haired Sith, alone or with the Twi’lek girl.

Without time to think, only time to react on pure instinct as the bursts of energy blasted at the combatants, he chose sides. With a Force enhanced dash, Dek moved fast past the mercenaries, killing one at the end that noticed a blur moving past. His purple bladed lightsaber flaring to life and slicing through the waist of the mercenary, cleaning severing the two halves of the body.

Pulling the newly acquired blaster from his pocket, he powers it up and blasts away at the Sith who had attacked the Echani, watching the blasts gain on the mans position, believing the Sith to be injured enough that he wouldn’t be able to deflect them. That was a chance he was taking, but it seemed a sound one. The white haired Echani, much like his own former Master, seemed to be a powerful user of the Force, and not one to be trifled with. It was on his side that he chose to stand, for it seemed inevitable that he would win. The fighting trance that the Sith Master seemed to be in was one he was familiar with, and he didn’t want to be on the wrong side of battle when all but himself and the Twi’lek survived.

Anka, of course, would be on her own. There was no way that he could convince her to do anything, and so he hadn’t bothered to try. If she was lucky, the Echani would not consider her a threat. If he did…then she was on her own, because there was nothing that he could do to save her. However, there was one way that he felt he might be able to endear himself a little to the Sith Weapons master. That was to capture the remaining unscathed Sith that had attacked him. It was risky, but certainly no riskier then taking on the man that had already taken down one Sith, and, from the looks of it, the rest of the mercenary band.

His eyes locked onto the location of Zyg. Using the echo of the call that had been made to him, he passed a message along to Zyg using the same discipline. “Damn the money you fool, he’ll kill us all if this doesn’t stop. Just give up you idiot.” Dek continued on his course, moving in against Zyg, his lightsaber humming as he finally came to a stop near Zyg. Dek had seen the opening moves of the fight, and he knew that Zyg’s lightsaber had been the one that had been thrown. Which meant it was away from the Sith for the moment, and he was confident that he could move in against him before he could recall it to his hands.

Anka:

It all happened too fast. Before Anka actually knew what was going on there was more carnage around her. Zassresh’s words had reached her ears, but she had no time to do anything, the white haired man was upon him before she realized what had happened. She didn’t even have time to react before some of those that had come on this death mission with them were lying in pools of blood all around. Body parts were beginning to become scattered here and there, sprays of blood and screams echoing through the canyon walls. It was at this point in time that she turned and saw that Zassresh had lost his part of the quest, the promise that he had made to her going with him.

Anka realized that she had two choices as Dek took off after the one that was left. She could either stay and kill some of the other mercenaries that were trying to flee for their lives or she could run. The latter was not something that she felt was a good idea as she made up her mind, throwing her pike to the ground and reaching into her waistband to pull out her blaster. Turning it on she waited, shifting on her feet as it powered up, she knew now why he had brought so many, but there was nothing that was going to take this man down. He was much too powerful.

Running up one side of one of the dunes, she fired her blaster at one of the men that was trying to make it back to the barge, coming along side of him as he fell into the sand, and lifting her foot, before slamming it down into his face, a look of sheer horror coming on her face as she heard his nose bust, blood gushing from him as she shot him again in the throat.

Turning her attention back to the others, she saw that Dek had one of them cornered, seeing which side he had decided to take, at this apparent moment it was the only side to choose. She saw another fleeing up the side of the canyon, knowing that if she let him get away the white haired soldier would be after him as well as her. Firing off two more shots, she caught him in the knee and the stomach, rushing to him as he fell to the ground, no words spoken, as she shot him in the chest.

Using her feet she slid herself back down the to the bottom of the body littered canyon, walking over to where her pike was laying and picking it up. Breathing heavily, she knelt down on one knee, using her pike for support as her chest heaved. This was something that she told herself that she would never do, and now she had a sinking feeling that she was never going to be able to turn back.

Movement caught her eye inside one of the small huts that these people seemed to live in, the blanket that covered the door, moving as if someone was peering out of it. Standing, she walked over to it, using the end of her pike to move the blanket out of the way as she stepped inside. Two figures stood in front of her, a woman probably no older than 20 and a man that seemed just as young. Both started begging for their lives as soon as she walked inside, they were innocent, they had done nothing, but if she was to live, she knew what she had to do.

Closing her eyes, she needed not ask for guidance as she stepped forward, the man coming at her first, a mistake on his part, her pike easily slicing into his abdomen, his intestines falling out as he hit his knees. Turning sharply, Anka knocked the girl down with the opposite end of her pike, the blunt side of it catching her in the side of the head, the hand that held her blaster, firing off a shot, hitting her right between her breasts.

Both of them looked up at her, dying, their eyes begging for mercy as she stepped forward and placed her foot on the chest of the man, pushing him backwards as his blood ran between her toes. She moved back to the girl next, holding the sharp end of her pike against the girl’s throat, slicing it across, a smile forming on her lips as she heard the tearing of flesh.

Satisfied, she sat down on the cot that had probably been their bed, leaning her pike against the rail and setting her blaster in her lap, watching them both as their life drained onto the sand, turning it redder with each drop.

[Taddio Tara'dek]

Nameless Hate:

Jy'Ket's killing spree abruptly ceased as he drew in the surroundings. Mercenaries all lay dead, the only remaining figures who were standing. Taddio and Zyg, the first of the two having the other apprehended against the canyon rockface.

The Wolf, counted mentally. Quickly, the Twi'lek, her death not registering. Having caught a glimpse of her retreating into a small hutt. They had assisted him, why he was not sure. He willed himself to calm letting the rage subside. The lightsaber clutched in his left hand diffused. The sword being wiped free of bloody chunks before it was slide into its sheath over his shoulder.

A tongue rolling out across lips to intake some of the crimson splatter that was dressed across them and his cheek. Approaching the two surviving Force users... two, since it seemed the now dead Zassresh had a blaster hole formed like a window into the red sand through his torso.

Zyg watched them both calmly, hands spread palms open. A small smile upon his lips, " Well... that was rather intresting, no reason to draw upon me Taddio, I mean no harm to anyone. " A snarl erupted from Jy'Ket as he lept, landing with a swish of clothing, no sound of his connection to the Tatooine surface as he landed, silent as a shadow. Lips drawn back over abnormal sharp teeth.
" karking idiot. " Came the snapping remark. Fingers curling inwards as if wishing to physically crush Zyg.
" You cannot blame me for the actions of my subordinate. He was after all, in possession of his own mind. Or was he? Perhaps Zassresh had something to do with it. " Came a smug reply. " Besides my friend, you need me. "
The other Sith growled, turning to stalk off across the desert, back towards the speeder, stopping to do a brutal axekick into the lifeless corpse of Zassresh, the heel of his boot slamming down upon the skull of the dead Jenet, audible crack-pop sounds heard as it caved in an eye puncturing outwards to seep out ooze mixed with blood.

Zyg calm, looked down towards Taddio. " So... let us discuss payment. " He gave a quick lift of his brows, reaching to the pouch at his hip. " Your task is not finished yet, we need you to come back to Eisley with us and... help in one more small, non-violent ordeal. You may bring along that twi'lek, she may also come in useful. If you would be kind enough to fetch her for me. " A dark light set behind Zyg's eyes, one that couldn't hide behind his pleasant smile.

Taddio Tara’dek:

Dek eyed Zyg, listening to his words cautiously. He had heard the Sith in his head, though the exact wording he had used escaped him at the moment. Perhaps Zyg hadn’t really been involved in the senseless attack, but deep down, Dek suspected that he had a lot to do with it.

Noticing the white haired Sith coming towards him, and Zyg, Dek lowers his lightsaber, and allows the purple blade to fizzle out. He kept his fingers around the handle, of course, but he did put the blaster away in his pocket in an attempt to make himself seem less of a threat to the psychotic Weapons Master. It wasn’t like he really cared which of the three lived or died, but he had realized early on that the white haired one was far too powerful for him to take on. Even if Zyg and Anka had backed him up, he doubted that he would have lasted long, or that any of them would have either.

Backing up a bit, he let the two of them bicker back and forth, uninterested, so long as he was not threatened. Watching the white haired Sith stalk away, he turns towards Zyg once more. He wanted to argue, wanted to just say that he had already done far more then was bargained for, but he didn’t want to risk yet another battle, particularly with that white haired Sith.

Turning, he walks over to Anka. He wasn’t really sure how to approach her, considering how she had responded to him before. But, then again, he didn’t really care. She could either come along, of she could take her chances on her own. Stopping before her, he speaks low enough so that only she could hear and truly understand what he said. “Look, I’m not all that happy with the way things have been going either, but Zyg over there,” He points to the one known as Zyg, “seems to want you to come with us. Its up to you, but I think it would be in your best interest to join us for the time being. That white haired Sith seems to be partners with him, and while they don’t seem to get along very well, I don’t want to risk angering that one again. Do you? If everything works out ok, I’ll be more then happy to take you wherever you were heading, or back to your ship.”

Dek laid it all out before her without any preamble. It was up to her, as he said, whether she wanted to come along or not. He turned once more, and walked back towards Zyg, leaving it up to Anka without any room for discussion. Standing before the Sith once more, he speaks.

“Yes, let us discuss payment. What is this ‘non-violent’ task you have in store for me yet?” He looked at Zyg, his posture showing that he didn’t really have any intentions of complying until he was told more. And there was no reason not to, since there was literally no one left alive to listen in on it, except Anka, who would most likely be heading with him. Something about Zyg, though, didn’t sit right with him. He wanted to be done with these Sith, he wanted to unload the crystals, take payment, get Anka, and get the hell off this backwater planet.

He still had his lightsaber clenched in his hand, though not for any reason other then he hadn’t thought to put it away. His body posture changed a bit, balancing himself, as he had a habit of doing in tense situations. He was ready at all times to defend himself should he need to, a habit he had picked up from his days as a slave when he had to be ready at a moments notice do fetch this or that, or be ready to serve. Of course, his question was important, very important, and it needed to be answered before he put his neck on the line anymore, but it also gave Anka a little time to make up her mind and come join him. Not that he felt the decision was all that hard.

Anka:

Anka slipped out of the small hut, looking around, trying to figure out what was going on, or what was going to happen next. Lifting her eyes, she watched Dek as he approached her, wiping some of the blood from her hands and belly as he started to speak to her.

There had been so much death, and she had been a part of it all. She would have to admit that while the first part had been to save her own life, she didn’t know what had gotten into her when she killed the other two. Of course she looked at it as having two choices it was either kill them, or let them go and have them slaughtered as soon as they made a step outside of their hut. She had done what she had to do, either way they were going to die.

Anka listened and then watched as he turned and walked away from her, gathering her pike and her blaster from inside again before walking back out into the desert sand of Tattoine. Moving to where Dek was standing with Zyg, Anka looked both of them over, she wasn’t sure that she could trust either one of them, and she had no doubt that the feeling was mutual.

“I’ll go, tell us what is so important that I might be useful to tag along, another grand scheme no doubt, and who is to be the fearless leader, you?”