Nar Shaddaa

[darklord]

*** Posting as Drevin ***

Drevin sat in the dimly lit chamber aboard the Kath Hound, it was the only part of the ship left completely unscathed from the crash. Perhaps the Dark Side artifacts that he'd collected had more power than he thought. Drevin let the dark side energies surround him and encase him, healing his wounds and strengthening his spirit.

An alarm began to sound throughout the ship, bringing him out of his meditative state. The Kath Hound had reverted to real space. Again.

They'd been forced to make short hyperspace jumps in order to get to their final destination, the ship was incapable of completing a long jump in its current condition. Several of the quick repairs that they'd made had now come undone and the ship bucked wildly everytime they came out of hyperspace.

The Dark Jedi strode into the cockpit and looked out at the giant orb now filling the view screen. They had finally reached it, the smugglers moon. Nar Shaddaa.

[darklord]

If you needed to lose yourself for a while and didnt mind mixing in with killers, pirates and smugglers, Nar Shaddaa was the place to go. It was also a great place to get a highly illegal ship repaired without attracting too much attention. The vertical city as it was known, housed many organised crime syndicates, it was they who ran the planet in terms of law and order.

The decent had been rough. Nar Shaddaa was a busy place, the traffic lanes were full of ships traveling to and from the moon and due to the nature of their business they didnt usually want to hang around for too long. As a result, traffic lanes were almost none existent. An old bulk freighter had clipped them on their way down, Drevin had seen the ship coming but the Kath Hound couldnt react quickly enough in its current state and they'd barely escaped a head on collision. Drevin had nearly fired on them for their stupidity but a groan from the Kath Hounds engines had reminded him just how vulnerable they were right now.

Drevin had taken the ship to a hidden repair bay known only to a few as the Spacebarn. The dock was owned by a corellian named Shug Ninx who'd set the place up as a refuge for smugglers to conduct repairs and 'modifications'. Drevin had met one of his contacts while in prison and offered his services in exchange for a ship once he was free. Having a Dark Jedi enforcer was a handy tool on Nar Shaddaa, Shug Ninx accepted and a year later Drevin had secured ownership of the Kath Hound.

Shinx was off planet at present so Drevin had left his ship in the capable hands of the mechanics who'd built her. It would take a week or two to complete the repairs and add-ons but Drevin didnt mind that, he had time to kill and there was always plenty to do on the Smugglers Moon.

[Blue but beautiful]

(Posting as Kaalyanii)

The Yuuzhan Vong shamed one could not remember how long she had been here, a few planetary cycles perhaps, but it felt like longer, infinitely longer. The dead bindings around her wrists and ankles had rubbed the flesh beneath them raw as she had struggled to free herself, resorting to attempting to chew at some of them, but that had only given her captors cause to add more. They weren't taking any chances, neither should she. She was in no doubt about the fact that this would be her final resting place if she attempted what she had earlier on in the day.
An strange looking aquatic infidel, a Quarren, was now missing several of his face tentacles. He had lost them during her pitiful attempt of an escape, she had warned him of course...but he had not understood. She'd been left no choice.
Cursing herself inwardly, she had cause to remind herself that infidels weren't to be warned of anything, the same could be said for her own kind. You were born in pain, you lived in pain and you died in pain...that was the only constant. And she was certainly beginning to understand those fundamentals now.

Kaalyanii was unsure as to where, exactly, she was at the present moment in time. It smelled horrifically of dead-life and acrid substances filled the air. Occasionally they would send an equally as horrifying abomination to check on her, no doubt knowing that the made-thing near petrified her as it did anger her.
"Stick the vong in the lock up at the back of the cantina, wait for Ven, he can take it from there." One of the scruffiest infidels - A twi'lek- had said.

Kaalyanii had no idea what most of that meant, and had tried her best to look threatening. They had managed to corner her despite her best efforts to flee, and that had only earned her a battering that anyone in charge of her work detail aboard the baanu rahsst would be proud of.
She could not understand what any of them would say to her actually, though their manner was perculiar, some things translated through no matter what the species. This was not a good place to be and they were definantly keeping her alive for something. That was why she had renewed her efforts to get free...and now the intimidating and mocking abomination across the way was watching her with it's dead expression.

Why had she ever left her work detail, if she had only resisted curiosity and temptation she and her comrades would be alive and well, tending to the villips in the custom shaped gardens of the worldship. That seemed like utter bliss compared to this. Perhaps it was.
"Sha grunnik ith-har Yun-Shuno" she began to utter in harsh tones, if she had ever had cause to utter those words, now was the time.

[darklord]

*** Posting as Drevin ***

Drevin wandered the busy walkways of the Red district, one of Nar Shaddaa's more dangerous sectors, although the same could be said for much of the moon. Nar Shaddaa was like coruscant in many ways, but it was much darker here. Always dark in fact, apart from the artificial light that shone from glowing neon lights.

Drevin dressed in his usual garb for visiting places such as this. Black pants and boots with a sleeveless vest that showed off his array of Ysanna tattoos. His long Dark hair hung loosely about his shoulders and a utility belt packed with weapons including his lightsaber completed the outfit. The lightsaber drew many curious looks from passers by, Jedi were not a common sight here. Dark Jedi even less so. Never the less he'd been approached by a number of people since leaving the dock, beggars, thieves and death stick pushers. They'd all ended up regretting their decision to approach him.

Now as the scantily clad twilek made her way toward him Drevin couldnt help but role his eyes. She looked him up and down as she approached, smiling sultrily and pushing out her chest in a provocative manner.

"Can i be of service to you tonight Sir?"

He knew this one, she had approached him the last time he'd been on Nar Shaddaa. She wouldnt remember of course, the force had a strong influence over the weak minded and he'd sent her on her way with a suggestion that she rethink her career prospects. Clearly she hadnt thought very hard about it.

"I dont think so Sya." He saw the look of surprise on her face as he spoke her name. Drevin waved his hand in front of her face, adding a suggestion through the force. "You should go home, its dangerous to be wandering the streets at night."

He watched as a glazed look replaced the sultry expression she'd worn earlier, she repeated his words and strode away as if in a daze. She'd wake up in the morning oblivious to what had happened and return to her work the following evening. But at least he'd deprived some scum bag for this night.

[Blue but beautiful]

-Posting as Kaalyanii-

The shamed one's incessant muttering had already drawn the attention of the hideous abomination across the way, and it in turn - she guessed- had summoned it's masters with it's strange twittering. How exactly this worked, she wasn't sure, she did not wish to know.

The sound of metal groaning and then screeching from it's holdings set her teeth on edge as the door was shoved open from the other side. Kaalyanii kept her defiant gaze locked on the figure that stood silhouetted by what little light entered through the now open space.
A large hulking figure stepped through the threshold and stalked over toward her prone figure, an unreadable yet almost questioning expression upon his grimy face. It was the twi'lek again, the quarren was nowhere in sight. Good, she'd disliked him even more than this being now checking her bonds were still secure.

In an sudden attempt to prevent him from doing so, she had begun to thrash wildly out of fear of what she thought might end in imminent death.
"Krel os'a hmi va ta! " Her words, loud as they were seemed to have no effect on him, he no more understood her than she did him...

He responded by rising and planting down one foot against her back to pin her as hard as he could.
Kaalyanii coughed harshly as she felt the air escape her lungs in a single whoosh.
Seeming satisfied she'd had the wind knocked out of her, the twi'lek drew his blaster and aimed it at the back of her head.
"Talkative today aren't we?" He commented rather casually, lekku writhing accordingly before he glanced toward the silent abomination in the corner of the room.

"I said let me know if she tries anything you miserable bucket'a bolts! Nothin' wrong with her...'side from the obvious."

The droid tweetled a negative sounding response which drew out a hiss of dismissal from the grimy looking twi'lek, one that the droid seemed to take even more offense to, rocking back and forth on it's stubby legs.
"Quit complanin' You - " The twi'lek male, dressed in the grimy garb common among smugglers and other miscreants of life - there were many on this moon - halted mid sentence, when the sound of feet shuffling to a halt just inside the door caught his attention. His gaze flicked to their owner.

"T'akk, I need you out front" Came a distinctly feminine voice.

In the doorway stood a rather disheveled and harassed looking zabrak female. One side of her face was decorated with a variety of accented tattoos of her homeworld, these Kaalanii could not interpret, but had she not been in such a precarious position right now, she might have had cause to wonder if these infidels acquired theirs for the same reason she had once acquired her own markings.
The zabrak rolled her violet tinted eyes and placed her hands on each of her hips haughtily,
"Leave it alone will you? You saw what happened earlier...next time it'll be one of your head-tails, and don't come cryin' to me when that happens!"

Kaalyanii watched the exchange with a confusion born of fear. Whatever they were discussing, both of them kept gesturing to her every now and then. At least she had managed to regain her breath, but she daren't move with that peculiar weapon pointed so close to her head. Not yet anyway.
Gaze fixed firmly on the rooms new zabrak arrival, she had failed to notice the other infidel's proximity - that was until she felt the pressure on her back release and a hand unceremoniously cup her chin.

"This one's harmless enough now-" He was saying, right before Kaalyanii had yanked herself out of his grasp, attempting to scoot some way across the dusty floor.

"mon-mawl rrish hu camasami!" The words had caused the male infidel with the strange head-protrusions to jolt into pointing his made-thing weapon back at her head in barely a second. This, the female seemed to find very amusing.

"Yeah...real harmless that one." She taunted mid laugh, " You shouldn't get so close, looks sick."

The twi'lek was backing away now, blaster still in hand, he headed for the door making sure that all the time his weapon was trained on the Yuuzhan Vong at the opposite side of the room.
"Well ya won't have to worry 'bout it when Ven gets here will ya? We'll get out money and that'll be that...word has it officials will pay a mighty fine price to get their hands on one'a these."

Another slightly unamused laugh from the female, but their words drifted into silence once the door was again slammed firmly shut.
Kaalyanii lay there in bleak silence for what seemed like an age, trying to recall all that had lead to her being here...was this to be it then? No, she'd done everything in her power to try and get the gods to smile on her once again, but to no avail. Had even the many eyed mother turned her back on her?

She renewed her struggle, this time ignoring the abomination across the way.

[darklord]

*** Posting as Drevin ***

Drevin sat with his elbows on the bar sipping at his drink, something appropriately named hutt slime. He imagined it tasted far worse than its name sake.

A few of the patrons had eyed him suspiciously when he'd first sat down but they'd quickly returned to their drinks. The place was not much different from the other two bars he'd just come from. This too was filled with all kinds of low life scum, every one of them visibly armed. The holoscreens scattered around the bar showed various galactic sports taking place all over the galaxy. None showed any news of the Yuuzhan Vong situation, people here didnt seem to care.

He thought back to the last time he'd sat in a cantina like this one, it was on Taris where he'd encountered the wretched Tin'aa Shoolb. The memory caused him to subconsciously check his glass for any foreign objects, even though he'd watched the bartender pour it herself. One of the patrons, a huge trandoshan, came bungling over to Drevin swaggering as he did so.

The being leaned in close to Drevins face, his breath stank, the Dark Jedi wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Problem with your drinksssh.. Jedi scum?!" The trandoshan wobbled slightly as he spoke, barely able to keep Drevin in focus.

"Not at all." He held up the glass, swirling the green liquid around causing the trandoshans eyes to cross as he tried to follow it. "I was merely admiring its colour."

The reptilian grinned widely, revealing razor sharp teeth before shaking his head as if remembering what he was doing. "Making fun jedi.." He fumbled for the vibroblade hanging at his thigh. Drevin could have taken him then while his eyes were looking downwards but he waited for a moment longer before a simple flick of the force sent the trandoshan crashing into a table of biths playing sabbacc.

[Blue but beautiful]

Kaalyanii had first noticed the bindings that kept her hands and legs securely bound were unbreakable by usual means, when she had been tossed in here two days ago. They too were some kind of abomination, probably favored due to the fact she had managed to slip the first set of bonds she'd been semi-secured with. To those ends, a quarren had lost some face and she had more than likely broken something - as the grating sound of bone on bone told her when she moved one of her wrists.

Wriggling until she could get herself into a position to sit upright, the shamed one tried scooting back against the wall until the backs of her hands came into contact with the broken and serrated edge of an old pipe. Placing the weakest point of the bindings against said pipe, she began to grate the weak spot against it.

As suspected, the blasphemous abomination at the other side of the room appeared to come to life as soon as it suspected what she was up to, tweetling what Kaalyanii could only assume was a warning of some sort - either that or it was calling for it's masters again. But this time she didn't halt what she was doing, no matter how intimidating and frightening that thing appeared to her, there was only one way out of here and it was through the door she'd entered.
If she could just get her hands free, then she would be in a better position to free the rest of herself. This wasn't blorash jelly, therefore this couldn't be entirely impossible.

The droid now teetered forward a small distance, perhaps trying to get a better look, it's photoreceptors glinting to life as it issued a sound that was less than friendly.
Kaalyanii stared back into those emotionless artificial eye-pieces, her heart hammering in her chest as she continued her actions to free herself.

The mechanized monstrosity drew closer still, this time producing an odd looking static, thin appendage from within it's casing.
She certainly did not like the look of that anymore than she liked the fact the droid was closing in on her. Still her bonds refused to break!
Again the droid tweetled a warning and still Kaalyanii refused to comply - comply with what though? This thing made no more sense than the people that had kept her here.

The end of the outstretched probe seemed to flicker with strange fluid light that quickly engulfed the odd protrusion, coursing over it with a strange static whine. Out of nowhere light seemed to explode forth from the appendage and a bolt of white hot static charge hit the shamed one straight in the chest.
Stunned, Kaalyanii toppled sideways, but strangely enough the charge hadn't done as much damage as it should have...this could have attested to why the droid was now whistling a confused tone...or calling for the others.

Shaking herself free of the mild shocked daze she had been in, the ex warrior kicked out with both bound legs, her blow impacting on the horrible-to-touch casing of the stubby droid, catching it mid exclamation.
It teetered there for a moment or two, before rocking back onto it's steady block-like feet. Good...but not enough.
Again Kaalyanii kicked out, harder this time and even as the hideous mockery of life issued her another blot of burning static.

The energy coursed through her body, causing most limbs to go into a stunned spasm before falling limp. To her right, she could hear the frantic whistling of the abomination as it hit the ground on it's side with a loud metallic clang. What else she had noticed however, was far more important. The bonds at both hands and feet had sparked when the bolt of electricity had hit her - and snapped open with a fzzt-click. - she was free.

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The bar was busy tonight, T'aak noticed with satisfaction, word about the fight between a group of smugglers and bounty hunters must have died down by now...better for business that it did.

The less than handsome looking twi'lek male glanced down at his comlink even as it had only just started to bleep incessantly,
"What's the bucket'a bolts want now...I already warned him once today..." He grumbled to the zabrak female - who was serving one of the patrons - beside him.

"Probably just another false alarm, you know what those older models are like, probably got a wire loose." She responded trying to ease her counterparts temper.

T'aak clenched a fist ominously and raised it for the zabrak to see,
"He's gonna have more than a wire loose if I have my way, this better be good!"
With those parting words, the twi'lek stalked toward the back of the cantina space, heading for the door marked no entry.

[darklord]

*** Posting as Drevin ***

Drevin returned to his drink, which looked even less appealing now. The biths were scuffling among themselves, all trying to lay into the trandoshan who was struggling to get to his feet. Drevin downed the last of his drink and made a move to stand, a blaster bolt missed his nose by a fraction as he stood, ricocheting off the bar and flying into the crowd. He heard a gargled cry and then another blaster bolt came flying from a corner, this one aimed at the group of biths. In a matter of seconds the whole cantina was locked in chaos.

People were ducking and diving behind tables to take pot shots at anything that moved, thieves were using the opportunity to pick the pockets of anyone they could sneak up on.

Drevin ducked and dived beneath blaster fire, pulling a zabrak out of the path of an oncoming bolt. Instead of a thanks, he received a sharp kick in the shin, she glared at him and ran off to continue fighting.

Drevin watched as the trandoshan he'd downed earlier cut the throat of one of the biths and came running at him. Drevin ignited his lightsaber at the last second and casually beheaded the reptilian in one swift stroke. Only then did he realise how much of a target he'd made himself by igniting the blade as smugglers, pirates and thugs alike sent a constant volley his way. Drevin swung the lightsaber around, batting the bolts back at his attackers. He could deflect blaster bolts all night if he wanted, but the shear number of them would soon wear him down enough for one to slip through. He backflipped out of the onslaught and landed near an upturned table, providing temporary cover.

Drevin let the force flow through him, trying to determine the positions of his attackers. Among the chaos he sensed a group of them strategically spread around the cantina, all hidden behind their upturned tables and all firing constantly at his position. And only his. They were in these positions for a reason. This was a set up, whoever these particular thugs were, they were only after him. The other patrons had just been waiting for an excuse to fight, it never took much for a riot to start in a place like this.

He needed to find out who they were working for.

[Blue but beautiful]

The brawl had begun only seconds after he'd reached the backroom door. T'aak's headtails twitched with irritation, he could come back later...no, what if something really was up? Brawls occurred all the time on this moon, he could just as easily jump into the fray and salvage his cantina when he was done checking on their guest.

He hit the release and the door swooshed open before him. The sight that met his eyes was far more than he had expected, more so was the scent of smoldering servos and shorted wiring.

About 2 meters away lay the remains of the droid he'd left to guard their prisoner. It's head, connected only by a mass of trailing wires, lay several paces away from the rest of it's stubby body, sparks still issued through the main chassis in fits and bursts causing an eerie light to flicker around the room.
More disturbing than the rusty innards of the droid strewn about the room was, the Yuuzhan Vong was gone.
"What in the name'a ....?"

He never had chance to finish that sentence, as he'd barely taken two paces into the room when a sinewy figure dropped from where they had been braced against ceiling and wall above.

T'aak dodged out the way just in time, blaster drawn - just managing to fire off a shot which barely missed the figure making a break for the door.
The figure of their missing Yuuzhan Vong no less.

Kaalyanii was all too aware of the blaster shots being fired at her back, she ducked and dodged in any way she could as she bolted for the open door. The abomination had put up quite a fight, she had little desire to see if the same could be said of it's masters.
Clearing the threshold, she burst out into the open bar area where it seemed a fight of it's own was going on. Hot on her heels was the twi'lek, anger sending his headtails whipping about in fury. Another shot sizzled past her right ear, leaving the shamed one no choice but to dive across a table that was being utilized by a pair of biths as cover.

One of the bulbous-headed beings exclaimed something as she landed hard on her back beside them. Scrabbling to her feet she managed to avoid acquiring a new hole to the head when a trandoshan had crashed their little party, swiping the biths clean out from their hiding places.
But that didn't stop one of them gesturing to Kaalyanii.
Things were about to get a whole lot worse however, when she saw the twi'lek making progress through the surging crowd.

[darklord]

*** Posting as Drevin ***

Drevin dived out from behind his cover and back into the fray, he knew who his targets were now. It would make killing them much easier, it would also save a lot of trigger happy bar patrons from an unnecessary death by his lightsaber.

Drevin felt strangely exhilarated as he flipped acrobatically around the cantina, batting blaster shots away as he did. Everyone was involved now, even the waitress and the serving droids. Drevin fended off a burst of blaster fire from a repeating gun before thrusting his saber into the rodians chest. There were still four others from the group hidden around the dark alcoves. The others had probably been killed by random fire.

Drevin searched in the force...there. He sent a table flying into one of the alcoves with the use of the force, crushing the assassin. He watched as another fell to the blade of a ferocious looking wookiee. Drevin made a point of avoiding that one.

There were still two more, one firing from behind the bar and the other crouched behind a lifesize statue. He only needed one alive. Using the force Drevin toppled the statue onto the floor, flattening the would be assassin.

The Dark Jedi turned to focus on the final member. He gestured with his hand, lifting the deveronian from behind the bar and causing his blaster to fire harmlessly into the ceiling before the power pack ran out.

Drevin held him there for just a moment, drawing gasps from anyone who could spare the time to look. Drevin hurled him into a nearby wall and knelt at his side, the lightsaber held at his throat.

"Who are you working for?" His voice was calm despite the chaos all around him.

The deveronian stared at him defiantly and spat. "Jedi scum!" Drevin headbutted him, breaking his nose and scattering teeth.

"I'll only ask one more time. Who-"

"Peace brigade!!! ...the vong want jedi!" The deveronian screamed out, gargling with the blood forming in his throat. He'd heard the term at the academy. Apparently there was a group beginning to form who served the vong willingly, providing them with slaves in exchange for their freedom.

Drevin looked down at the struggling Deveronian and uttered a 'thanks' before snapping his neck.

[Blue but beautiful]

-Posting as Kaalyanii-

Skittering across the floor was one thing she had become abhorrently familiar with over the course of the years. Cowering in shadows, that was her style, but out here in the open and with no means to defend herself, this wreaked of a life long since behind her.
Kaalyanii's twi'lek pursuer was gaining ground on her fast, and be it nerves or the fact she had spent the past few days unable to move much at all, she was stumbling over almost everything she came into contact with.

As if answered by the gods, a huge imposing looking infidel...the brandishing, got into his way, hissing some sort of a question at him through sharpened teeth.
Kaalyanii saw this as her chance to make a direct line for the exit...but then what? She could think about that later, for now, she best concentrate.

Rising up, she was about to make a dash for it when she heard the Wilek's voice, straining to be heard above the noise of the brawl, ring out.

"VONG!"

Several of the patrons turned sharply in the direction that Task had been pointing, at the acutely obvious shamed one, who appeared to be frozen for a brief second or two before the implications of the Wilek's words seemed to sink in. Then she began to edge away, breaking into a faster pace with ever passing second.
Many just moved out of her way, crashed right past her, all too enthralled with their own little battles. This bode well for her, but the twi'lek looked less than satisfied at losing his prize.
Cong, now that was a word - more rightly an insult- she knew well, and it left no doubt as to who he was talking about.

"20,000 credits to whoever brings that back alive!"

Kaalyanii didn't know what that meant, perhaps it was a battle cry, because many of the uninterested infidels swirling around her in their own fracars stopped what they were doing, or put a swift end to their opponents before practically clambering over each other and surging toward her.

A large crowd stood between her and her exit, and an immense sense of foreboding filled the pit of her stomach and twisted it into a harsh knot. No way out, there was no way out!

[darklord]

*** Posting as Drevin ***

"Vong!!"

Drevins head snapped around as the word rang out through the cantina. It couldnt be... He turned to find the sinewy looking yuuzhan vong female caught up in the middle of the battle! Drevin felt the colour drain form his face, he'd been so focused on his own task that he'd failed to notice the void that her presence left in the force. He felt it now though.

She was unlike any of the other yuuzhan vong he'd encountered, she looked as though she hadnt eaten in days and the coral implants on her shoulders seemed to grow at odd angles giving her an almost feral appearance. The look in her eyes was one of pure desperation. She looked dangerous, like cornered prey she was lashing out at anyone who came close enough.

"20,000 credits to whoever brings that back alive!"

idiot! Drevin noted the twilek who'd spoken the words. Most of the beings in the cantina stopped their individual scraps to converge on her instead. Drevin had no intention of letting them claim their prize however, not that he thought any of them would succeed anyway. He wanted this one himself, he needed to know what the vong were doing on Nar Shaddaa.

Drevin stalked across the room as the cantina patrons all closed in on the yuuzhan vong. He felt pity, but he was unsure whether it was for her or her would be captors.

Drevin ignited his crimson blade and leaped over the crowd, turning in the air and landing to the side of the female. The crowd paused, unsure of his intentions. He looked the Yuuzhan vong in the eye, he could see only a desperate need to escape. Drevin knew that feeling all too well. The Dark Jedi raised his lightsaber in a guard position, moving slightly in front of the female, acutely aware that she could kill him at any point.

The crowd began to creep slowly toward them, apparently 20,000 credits was worth more to them than he'd realised. They unleashed a volley of blaster fire, with Drevin blocking each bolt that came at them. But the shear number of shots being fired was more than he could handle and he swore as a stray bolt caught him in his thigh.

[Blue but beautiful]

Kaalyanii hadn't seen him at first, nor had she been paying attention to the deep hum that the odd weapon he was carrying made. But when she saw a dark figure leap almost an impossible distance, landing only a few paces away, her eyes went wide with recognition and shock.
Was this a Jeedai?
Jeedai were the favored prey of warriors, not infidels to be trifled with by shamed ones. She'd heard many tales aboard the worldships from warriors that had been in contact with their creche siblings, those who had experienced combat with the Jeedai first hand. But never did she expect to encounter one on this little journey.

This was it, she thought, that journey was at an end. If the inhabitants of this cantina didn't kill her, the Jeedai would.
So why was he facing the other way, deflecting bolts from blasters that were aimed at them both?

Run...this is your chance, go! A voice inside her head urged, and she began to edge further back.

"Stay outta this!" The twi'lek was saying, blaster aimed at the Jedi.
There was a determined look about him, in both posture and glare, he wasn't about to let anything come between him and what he'd come so close to earning. T'aak couldn't afford to say what he was doing with the Yuuzhan Vong, if most of those around him heard, they'd have just as soon as taken her for themselves. Just one stray shot and all his hopes would be carbon scored as well.

Kaalyanii was still progressively edging her way back across the floor, making good of the moments that all attention was on the Jeedai. That wouldn't last long, she noted. Slinking back further still, she had failed to keep a watch behind her for a couple of seconds...that was all the time that a particularly spice-induced rodian needed to attempt to get the shamed one into a choke hold.
An arm snaked around her neck, clamping down tight as she was pulled back against her assailant.
"Going somewhere?" He spoke in musical sounding basic into the scarred and chevroned remains of what he assumed was an ear, "don't move."

She felt the cold, harsh barrel of a blaster dig into her back as he spoke the words she assumed were in warning.
Kaalyanii's blood ran cold, not understanding what anyone was saying was half the reason she was in this mess in the first place. It sought to panic her, though years of conditioning had told her she should not once feel fear, she did now. Just like...no, this was no time for self pity.
She had not come this far to just give up.

Speaking to these infidels didn't work, they no more understood her than she them. This wasn't going to be easy.
Suddenly, she began to attempt to twist in the rodian's grip, causing an whoot of exclamation to leave his mouth in a hurry as he struggled to keep a hold of her. He squeezed the trigger of his blaster, just as the shamed one had almost twisted free and had kicked out at his arm with one leg. The shot went wide, sizzling off into the crowd and starting another smaller brawl somewhere out of sight. But the rodian was not finished yet, he was clinging on for dear life...she had no time to admire his determination however, and sunk the remains of what talons she would have had on her hands, deep into his mottled green-purple tinted flesh.
A cry rang out over the sounds of blaster fire and lightsaber deflections, but it diluted into a wet sounding strangled gargle when the rodian was stunned to find that his would-be captive had lashed out hard enough to make him drop the blaster, it was at this point that she'd resorted to strangling him in order to make him let go.

As Kaalyanii had felt the being give up his struggle against her, she'd let him fall to the floor, lifeless as a starving ngdin. Finally, she had bolted for the door.

[darklord]

*** Posting as Drevin ***

"Stay outta this!"

The twilek was the one in charge then, though what he planned on doing with the Yuuzhan vong Drevin could only guess. He suspected she'd probably be sold to the highest bidder for a small fortune. The thought disgusted him.

"Drop your weapons or ill have your heads." He held the lightsaber out in front of him with one hand. He remained calm and in control even though his leg burned from the blaster wound. There were so many of them, he couldnt possibly take them all on, but if he could take the twilek out it might make the others think twice about attacking them again. Just then he felt the rodian sneak up on the female vong. Too late. He kept his saber trained on the crowd in front of him as the rodian struggled to keep the yuuzhan vong in his grip.

Seeing an opportunity the angry mob surged forward again, Drevin deflected another volley of blaster fire before giving in to the dark side, unleashing the full power of the force upon them. The wave of force energy sent them flying backwards. He finally risked a glance behind to find that the female had somehow managed to kill the rodian. He watched as she sprinted toward the exit.

"Oh no you dont..." Drevin kept deflecting the blaster bolts as he ran after her.

[Blue but beautiful]

Out of the cantina and into the street, the shamed one really tried to push the pace, she needed to put as much distance between her and that group of infidels as possible. The Jeedai would keep them distracted, but for how long? She could not leave that to chance.

Ducking into the shadows to avoid anymore unwanted sightings, she ran as fast as her two legs could carry her. Down streets filled with miscreants and the dregs of this galaxies existence, Kaalyanii just kept going, with any luck, all those around her would not have chance to contemplate what they had just seen run past them.
Rounding a corner at the edge of the long street that had lead to the cantina, she dipped into an horrific smelling side street, darkness of the poorly lit surroundings enveloping her. Well that solved half of her problem. Not once had she thought to look back, not once had she noticed weather she had been pursued. But she could not hear the shouts anymore...no garbled threats.

Catching her breath, she scrabbled over old rusted crates and junk that littered the alley-way floor. Everything about this place offended her senses, scared her beyond belief. How could the infidels live like this? Was it any wonder that all true caste yuuzhan vong thought their time was at an end?
She tripped then, over something she had failed to notice, a pile of rags? Then she'd heard the pile groan.
Skittering away from the form of some spice addict who had lain there on the ground the whole time, she went crashing into another pile of crates in wild panic.
Luckily for her, the infidel was too intoxicated to move right.

Now what? Which way?