Darth Stryke Posted February 21, 2005 Share Posted February 21, 2005 *Jerod was busy thinking as well. He was not sure of what to do. He did not know how he could prove to Nadira or Quietstorm that he was not their enemy. He thought of handing his weapons over to Nadira as a gesture to show him as a friend. No, that would not work. Quietstorm then have to be told why he did that. And what if this "Quietstorm" was an enemy or the newcomer who had come in the door a few moments earlier. Any of these people could be looking for him, wanting to end his life and then he could not defend himself. It was strange having to think for oneself, not merely taking orders and executing them. Jerod did not know how to deal with people, he had lived his life as an assassin, a shadow without feeling or compassion or remorse. He wanted to scream in anger and yet at the same time say nothing. He wanted to cry at the hopelessness of his situation, for he knew his death was certainly near. And yet, some small spark of hope inside him wanted to believe these people could be his friends and he had a chance for a future where he did not have to hide from enemies. His thoughts turned to the two lightsabers he had hanging from his belt. Trophies from Jedi he had killed. And for what? Because some evil psychopath who wanted to take over the Galaxy had ordered him to? His life seemed so pathetic suddenly. He wondered how many mothers and fathers he had killed? How many sons, and how many brothers? And then, worst of all, he wondered what was going to happen next. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Final Warrior Posted February 21, 2005 Share Posted February 21, 2005 *Raphael questioned his actions now. He trusted Nadira unquestioningly. Why? He didn't trust Jerod, not as a friend or an enemy. He thought of the things he could do to earn their trust. Giving up his weapons wouldn't be that bad; he was lethal with his hands and feet. But it could seem suspicious. Raphael decided to do nothing.* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blessèd Sith Posted February 22, 2005 Share Posted February 22, 2005 (((Too much for me to read right now, so I'm just gonna kinda jump in ))) Walking into the cantina, Nalaen coughed a few times and had to let her cowl down. It was the only way she could get the fine gathering of sand out of her hair. And her robe? Well, that was a hopeless cause. She'd have to beat it for a few hours; luckily, she liked beating things, or else it'd be a tedious chore. Glancing around, her brow furrowed, screwing up the markings on her face. Why the heck had she been sent here? Granted, someone needed to die, but still, sending her? To Tatooine? Couldn't one of the underlings have handled it? But nooo, she had to hunt some no body on a desolate planet she had no hope of finding anything on. Only Sandpeople and Jawas and sandstorms: and target practice with the former grew wearysome after awhile. No one could get her into serious trouble for taking time off in weather like this. If one could truly call it weather. Scouting out an empty seat in the surprisingly crowded cantina (she supposed she wasn't the only one in need of shelter) she looked around, pulling her black robe tighter about her. Quite a mix . . . hopefully no Jedi wanted to play hero and take her on. She really wasn't in the mood for failed heroics. Though . . . as she watched, there seemed to be tension between a few of the people. All she needed now was some bangedgrains to watch the soap opera unfold. For now, she waved a waitress over and muttered an order for ale. She didn't like socialising much and was surprisingly nervous with communicating with people. She prefered the purer form of battle. But she couldn't very well challenge a waitress to a lightsabre duel over a drink, now could she? Once her ale had come, she sipped at it, content to watch the seedy events in a seedier bar, at least until something amusing came up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Stryke Posted February 22, 2005 Share Posted February 22, 2005 (Out Of Character) You might want to go back and read through the stuff, since there are some cool stories already going on you may wish to work into. But good jump in. (/OOC) *Stryke looked immediately at the newcomer and felt a chill come up his spine, but not because he was afraid. No, it was because she seemed to be just like he was, an assassin trained to kill-pure and simple. He felt the darkside in her and bad intentions. He felt quickly to make sure his lightsabers were still in place and then looked to Nadira. He knew she and Quietstorm also sensed it and he spoke quickly and quietly: "Nadira, you may want to watch the new visitor that just came in. Might be after one of us." *Then, he continued to watch the newcomer hoping it was just his paranoia. He was no Jedi and thus was not restrained by their morals, but at the same time he had no desire to fight this woman in this cantina. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
90SK Posted February 22, 2005 Share Posted February 22, 2005 Lalasko had been taking all this in with wrapped attention. There was little use hiding it, his fellow bar-goers were too acute for his normal methods. "Quietstorm". He had heard the name, and sadly he had read it as well. Lalasko was no bounty hunter, and at the moment he was having regrets. "This newcomer may be, though." He though this as he eyed the new arrival to the bar. Taking a breif moment to shift his gaze, he regarded her. His eye twitched. He knew that face. He got up, slowly, as to not draw attention to himself, and walked up to Nalaen. "Lost in the storm?" he asked in a soft voice, staring with his remaining eye not at her, but at the empty space on the wall next to her. "Perhapse I can assist you in finding your way. Or do you come her on other buisiness?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted February 23, 2005 Share Posted February 23, 2005 "Perhaps she is," Nadira said softly. "Then again, she may simply be as we are, refugees of the storm." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blessèd Sith Posted February 24, 2005 Share Posted February 24, 2005 (((I'll do that n_n))) A slow smile spread across her face, gazing past the sightless stare at her. Instead she looked blankly out at the patrons as she answered in a dangerously sweet murmur: "Who said anything about business? Perhaps I'm just here for the . . . fun." She wasn't even sure herself whether she was being sarcastic or facetious, so she left it up to the other to figure it out. Continuing to sip at her drink, she just kept staring off into nothing. She was used to the bristles in the Force, or people cowering away or shutting down whenever she came near. All the warning signals had gone off: the people here knew what (and who she pondered?) she was. And they let her be. Ahh, fear, how I love thee . . . "Now, Lalasko, what inspired you to be so kindly and offer me help?" This time, she turned her face to him and put on a pout, her eyes going liquid. "I mean, you don't want to get rid of me, do you?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Stryke Posted February 24, 2005 Share Posted February 24, 2005 *Jerod grinned as he watched the newcomer. She knew how to handle herself. He wondered why he found this situation humorous. He had spent the past few minutes trying to not think of his past or what he was and yet he found something amusing about this woman. He did not try to hide the fact that he was watching her. However, he also did not act very interested in what she was doing. He had a feeling of why she was there, but he did not want to endanger anyone else in the cantina by attracting her attention or confronting her. Perhaps she just happened to be in the area to kill a totally different person completely unrelated to Jerod or his mission. He did not believe in consequences, however, and decided to play it safe and stay where he was for the time being. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
90SK Posted February 24, 2005 Share Posted February 24, 2005 Lalasko cracked a smile, and he met her stare. "I never thought our paths would cross again. Seeing you here now is quite the coincidence." He leaned closer too her. "I simply offered my assistance because I'm quite curious as to why you've come here." He lowered his voice. "Who is it this time? This cantina is full of marks, as you've probably noticed." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Final Warrior Posted February 24, 2005 Share Posted February 24, 2005 OOC: Sorry I ahven't been posting much... school catches up quickly. BoT: *Raphael felt around in the air, touching and tasting the emotions.* Raphael: A hired killer... but other than that, I do not know... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blessèd Sith Posted February 25, 2005 Share Posted February 25, 2005 She chuckled low in her chest, her head shaking slowly. Looking up at Lalasko, her eyes glinted. "Everyone's a mark." Smirking, she took a finishing gulp of ale, and glanced around once more. Someone was watching her, and he was doing a good job of it. She could sense him, his impassionate gaze. As if she was a momentary curiosity to pass the time. Quite skilled, she realised quickly. Could he think that she was encroaching on his territory? But he was playing it smart: who wanted to face a Sith Assassin in a crowded cantina? That was death for, if not himself, then at least a few innocent by-standers. "But seriously," she resumed, voice hardening slightly, though never rising over a hushed whisper, "this time," here she peered into her empty glass and sighed heavily, waving the waitress over for a refill, "this time I don't even know my mark." She shrugged. "I suppose I can tell you about this because damn it, I need to vent and plus, I have absolutely no intel. I was told to come here and kill some nobody, and hunt around for the information." Her nose wrinkled as she sipped the ale, it giving a calming burn, "I guess," she said into the glass, voice slightly muffled; she set it down before speaking again, "that means that the person isn't a nobody, as if I had information they could ferret it out. And run. But someone of consequence shouldn't know they've been marked until they're dead." Sitting back with a thoughtful expression, she mulled that one over, swirling her ale absentmindedly. That was one to think about. Perhaps . . . perhaps this mission would be a bit more interesting than she thought. And perhaps her master knew that there would be more to this mission than simply killing. She smirked again, lifting the glass to her lips. Such was the way of the Force. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
90SK Posted February 25, 2005 Share Posted February 25, 2005 Lalasko furrowed his brow. "Things have certanly changed, it seems." He smiled. "Perhapse I can still be of assistence? I've learned many things from listening to bar patrons for the past 4 years; maybe I can supply you with some information." He narrowed his eye slightly and lowered his voice even more. "Its the least I could do for an old friend." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted February 27, 2005 Share Posted February 27, 2005 "A hired killer?" Nadira asked quietly. "No, she is more than that. Darker than that." She looked across the room at the other woman thoughtfully. "She doesn't care who dies. If she attacks, we're all targets." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Final Warrior Posted February 27, 2005 Share Posted February 27, 2005 Raphael: That may be... if she is devout enough, she shall not turn from her path... Her employer is powerful, I am willing to wager... *Sighs* If it weren't for this sandstorm, I would have vacated this place immediately. I do not wish to use violence on anyone or anything... *Raphael's thoughts are elsewhere though.* Raphael: An assassin... but not a hired one. One who is learning. One who is being taught. But not the arts of killing... no, a much darker art. This does complicate matters... But why is she here? Likely for someone in hiding... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blessèd Sith Posted February 27, 2005 Share Posted February 27, 2005 Smiling a little too innocently, she shrugged and played with her glass of ale. It was actually quite pretty, the light colour, the texture as it flowed in the glass . . . the way it sparkled even with the meagre light. She downed it in one go. And hell, it tasted good too. "My Master would like to see someone dead. Someone on Tatooine. Hiding. Unknown. That's all he said. I guess I figured it was a nobody, but now, they could be hiding in fear because they know something." She shrugged and demanded another ale. "I could be speculating though. In fact, I am. Now, who do you know that is hiding and unknown." She arched a brow with a genuine impish grin. "Kinda defeats the purpose of being hiding and unknown, doesn't it? Guess my Master wants me to use my brain or something." Rolling her eyes, she gulped at the ale set down beside her. The waitress was rather efficient, even with all these mewling fools. Then again, for some reason Nalaen always got good service. She also knew that under different circumstances that talking about a mission and a mark was folly and could see her dead. But this was a bit different. The circumstances had changed. This was a bizarre mission and she was stuck in some dingy cantina with no idea what to do and someone prodding her for information. Which she didn't have. And plus, if things got bad, she could just clean the place up, Sith style. A mass slaughter was never out of reason, to her at least. Glancing around for the hell of it, she noticed some eyes darting away from her. Well, at least her very presence could work some form of fear. Ah, what did it matter. She'd find her mark and only use the Force to hunt him -- or her for that matter -- down if she had to. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Stryke Posted February 27, 2005 Share Posted February 27, 2005 *Stryke did not like this situation. He was used to being the one making all of the moves. He felt cold and angry. Even if that dark woman was not here for Nadira or himself, whatever she did would affect him as he was stuck in this cantina. He knew such emotions would easily be sensed by any force-user, but he did not care at that point. He did not fear the Dark Side, he embraced it. Perhaps sensing that alone would keep the woman from making any foolish moves. He silently unhooked his lightsaber from his belt, but kept it concealed under the table, held in his hand. Then he watched, waiting. He vowed to himself that if she was here for him or Nadira, he would not let her leave alive as long as he still lived himself. He then whispered quickly to his companions "Hopefully she will not do anything foolish, I would have to have to end the life of yet another being, especially one so lovely as she." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blessèd Sith Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 It was almost tangy sweet with a comforting sense of violence. She loved the way fear and anger tasted on the air, smelt as it wafted past her. The sense of darkness cloaking her more snuggly and lovingly than her favouite robe or the feel of her beloved sabre in her palm. A warm wash went through her as the Dark Side flowed from this dark stranger. It felt glorious. He was worried. She smirked slightly, sipping at yet another ale. Her eyes drifted to Lalasko, wondering about that patch. How had he lost his eye? Had she known him before then or after? Why couldn't she remember. Her head lolled as she stared down in her drink. Oh yeah . . . Master said she and booze did not mix. She hiccuped, eyes darting back to the dark one. Her head cocked slightly in animal-like curiosity. Was he hiding something under the table? Was it her overactive imagination? But . . . her instincts and senses were usually right. The bigger question: did it matter. Only a fool with a death wish and a desire to see many die would attack her. It swirled around him, unbridled. Her lip twitched. That was odd. He didn't seem to be Sith, and yet . . . he was nearly as comfortable in the purity of darkness as she was. Interesting. But not a threat. Bystanders meant nothing to her. She would do her job (if she could ever figure it out) kill the one who needed to die (and perhaps others on her own whim) and leave this Gods forsaken heck hole. And he's confident. Another thing she found interesting. Perhaps overconfident? Reaching out with the Force, not caring if he noticed -- after all, what would he do, attack her? -- she determined his confidence wasn't the product of idle daydreams. He deserved that confidence. Well, score one for him. The tendrils of the Force faded as she lost interest in him. She didn't think he was the one she needed to kill. Looking to Lalasko, she muttered, "It's a politically driven mark. Sit and tell me all the things you know that are going on here. Everyone with political ties, who have any say in some sort of government, anything like that." From now she was drinking some sort of juice. The effects of alcohol she had been feeling seemed to disappear, now that she didn't allow herself to feel them. She had other things to do. Something she had sensed on the man triggered an idea. Someone disagreed with a Sith Lord and that meant something political, because this wasn't an internal squabble. So she was looking for someone dealing in politics. But that could mean a lot of people to sort through. Still, it was a beginning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Stryke Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 *Stryke continued to watch the woman. He had read her lips clearly, her mark was politically driven. He chuckled to himself and put his saber back onto his belt for the time being. She was not ready to make her move and she was not even sure of who her target was. Apparently she did not think it was him, which allowed him to relax a bit. Then he spoke in a manner just loud enough for her to pick out among the various other conversations in the cantina. "She acts like an amateur, not even sure of why she is here-it is quite amusing." He found this situation humorous and hoped the Dark Woman did not anger easily, assuming she had heard him at all. Then, he decided what he was going to do next and whispered to Nadira and Quietstorm. "I shall be back in a moment. I do not think she knows exactly who her target is and hopefully it is not one of us. I am going to see if I can learn anything useful." Jerod then stood up and walked towards the Dark Woman. He approached her quickly, though without causing her to feel threatened. He then bowed before her, smiled and then spoke in a friendly, yet slightly sarcastic tone: "Greetings my friend. You seem to be looking for someone, need any help?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 "Impulsive," Nadira muttered, smiling slightly as Stryke left the table. "And yet, his impulsiveness saved my life in the past." She turned to watch as he approached the other table. Her hand went subconsciously to her lightsaber as she watched. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blessèd Sith Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 In a split second she had her sabre hilt in her hand, one end against the dark man's stomach. She was pretty sure that no one could see this move, but on the other hand, she didn't really care. Her eyes flashed with anger as she glowered up at him. "Amateur?" she growled, knowing that it was best to be underestimated and was probably why she wasn't given information to start with -- that way people wouldn't care about giving her information if they thought she was just some stupid girl -- but still, it really goaded her to see it working so well. "You'd do well friend to not insult a Sith then walk up and pretend you did nothing. You have the attitude of a woman; stab people in the back and go on like nothing happened. If you want to live, walk away now. You aren't my mark and I don't feel like slaughtering a whole cantina at the moment. It takes too much effort." Her voice stayed low as she snarled at the man. "But who are you to question the motives or actions of my Master? I could just kill everyone I see: eventually, I'd get the mark right. And mass slaughtering this wasteland of a planet would greatly amuse my Master. Would you like to see it?" Perhaps she had played it too casual. She really hadn't thought that any of them would have the guts to approach her. Didn't they feel fear? Or was her aloofness so offputting that she seemed like a brat? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Stryke Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 *Stryke was not surprised by the woman's actions. He chuckled with an evil grin as she put her saber against him. "Put your saber away, there no need to cause a scene. Such scare tactics may work on civilians and Jedi, but sadly I am not one of those. You may want to consider being less arrogant, for that will be your undoing if you are not careful. Confidence is one thing, but blind arrogance is foolish. Had I wanted to, I could have sliced your saber in half before it even left your belt. I know you are not an amateur, for an amateur would not be sent on such a mission without knowing his or her mark. I merely wanted to gain your attention so I would not surprise you by approaching-that is why I spoke clearly enough for you to hear. Besides, someone of your talents most likely would not need to hear what I said anyways. You seem to be looking for someone, and after reading what you said earlier, it is a political target. I was just curious if you had any information beyond that since I am also after a certain....target and maybe I could help you since I have been on Tatooine already for a while watching certain people. Now, if you do not wish to play nice, I will return to my table. However, regardless of your decision, I suggest you put your saber away before it is added to my collection." Jerod then looked at her with an evil glare, obviously not at all bothered by the fact that the woman had her lightsaber held to his gut. Part of his old self had come back, and he was a timebomb waiting to explode. He was not going to hesitate if he had to take action... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blessèd Sith Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 She threw her head back and howled with laughter. Still laughing, she slipped her sabre back onto her belt. Ignoring his comments about her overconfidence -- she wasn't, she knew her limits, but she wouldn't bother making a scene over that -- she instead mulled over what he had said. "You are arrogant as well, thinking you can best me so easily," she said, almost teasingly. "Now, why the hell would you want to help a Sith? Hm? You aren't Jedi, you aren't civilian, so what are you?" This dark one was confusing her greatly. Not in the way to befuddle her, but in such a way that she didn't get him. For the moment, he wasn't a threat. She would know the second that happened. But what, she demanded of herself as she kept her face completely impassive, were his modivations? She knew he had them, probably had a second agenda to helping -- he wanted her information, but why? It wasn't the same target, he wasn't the target . . . She would just mind her words. Though she didn't really have any words to mind. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Stryke Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 *Jerod listened as she spoke. She apparently had expected him to back down and when he did not, she most likely had interest in why he was there to lower her saber. His anger died down and he felt quite a bit better than he had before. "Well, m'lady, I am not much more than a well-trained assassin. I am one who is sent when they want a Jedi or Sith or other difficult target taken care of. With that said, I came here to kill a former Jedi, nothing directly involved with your mission I think. As I said before, I had seen you speaking and could tell what you had said about needing information and simply offered my knowledge as a resource. If all you know is that it is a political target, that could describe a few people and I cannot be of much assistance. However, if you know what the person did to become such a target or how they got here, I may be able to help. Consider it a gesture from one hunter to another." With that, he quickly glanced back towards Nadira so that the Sith would not notice. Hopefully he could help her somehow to atone for past actions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blessèd Sith Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 Nalaen didn't so much see the glance as sense the shift in his mind and emotions. Oh, he was very good. She could easily see why he could hunt down the more . . . dangerous targets. A paranoid thought struck her, but she shook it away. She wasn't a target and he wasn't after her. It would have taken her all of a nanosecond to figure if she was being hunted. He liked that girl, didn't he? Who was she, to have men fawning all over her? Poor thing, all these stupid hormonal brutes vying for her attentions . . . "Look, I've spoken too much. Then again, it's not much of a stretch to say that a Sith is going to kill someone." She sighed heavily. "I'm sure my target is male. He lives out on his own. Hiding probably. And my Master wants him dead. He did something to disrupt some council that was benifiting the Sith. That's all I can figure." She sensed some softness from him. "If you have a problem with me killing someone and get in my way to prevent it, I will cut you down. And no, my target is not your precious Jedi. If I was to kill a force-sensitive or -user, I would be using a hell of a lot more discression." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
90SK Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 Lalasko had retreated to observe the confrontation from a safe distance. He had done it casually, but he was nervous. Not because of the dangers that lurked here, but because of his willingness to show emotion Nalaen. Seeing her brought back memories and emotions that he had done his best to mask. He didn't want to forget, but its wasn't convenient to slip back to old ways at this time. As the two Sith spoke, he quietly removed himself from the room, entering the refresher at the back of the bar. It was dank, and quite disgusting, but it suited his purpose. Leaning up against the wall, he closed his eyes a thought, going over all he had heard so far from the patrons. He removed a small datapad from his cowl, and recorded what he knew. Lalasko emerged from the shadows, acting as though he never left, watching this "Stryke" and Nalaen as they finished sparring. Nalaen was saying: "If I was to kill a force-sensitive or -user, I would be using a hell of a lot more discression." He restrained a chuckle, then resumed his position next to his table. "Are you quite done?" He asked her. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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