The Flashing Jedi *Pt. 1* (Invite Only)

Tez Hakur stood in the arranged safe house on his second trip trip to the Smuggler's Moon in the year. This time was different. His last strike was a lone speeder-bomb at a night club. Deadly yes, but easily forgotten. Now he was offered payment and resources for his newest strike.

It seemed a smuggler had displeased the Hutts with his operation, and in turn they had made contacts with a certain middle man, who Tez had contacts with. The Kel Dor terrorist had been apprised of the situation, and took on the job.

He eyed the ten men he'd been allotted to kill sixty, and he looked over the resources he'd constructed. Outside was one speeder bomb, inside were five canisters of a lethal chemical gas, and four special explosive charges designed to bring a building crashing down.

Everyone was armed with blasters and slugthrowers, Tez with his large ResCorp model, ready to unleash sustained fire.

He looked at the Hutt enforcers who had been briefed extensively on his plan, and he had just one thing to say.

"Let's go."

As Cassy continued to stare down the Hutt entourage; she sank, a little. Perhaps Master Teer Ka had been right....she was foolish too even be here.

She looked around as a laughing Devronian smashed his glass; clapping his hands in a drunken stupor. She rolled her eyes, why was she reaching out for something that made her act irrational? This was foolish. She had made herself believe that she'd been doing something right here. But she wasn't she was chasing the ghosts of her past. She cursed her own sloppy existence as a Jedi and stood; paying before leaving.

She stepped back out onto the slick city streets of Nar Shaddaa.

A whiff of fumes and vapors....and Cassy passed out

She hadn't been aware enough; too distraught by her thoughts to sense someone following just behind her as she left. A quick spray from his wrist mounted device and she was out. He caught her in his arms; and trotted off with her. He was clothed in some form of lightweight alloy armor, cloaked in complete brown rags with a hood covering his armored face.

(Now In Smuggler's Den Prison)

Cassy's vision swam; she heard the residual sounds of Jekk'Jekk' Tarr in her mind; the laughing the neons, the smell of the drinks. But then it faded; replaced with cold hard pressing reality around her. It stayed that way; as she swung her legs around in habit. She was laying on a bed. Her hands were bound; but not her feet. She was still clothed; thank the stars. Her overrobes and lightsaber were missing however, she was down to her black bodysuit.

It didn't take her long to get adjusted to the glow in the room; as she set her feet in the floor, blinking herself slowly too.

"Finally awake? You little spying Jedi wh***...?" a thick accent came from outside of the cell. Cassy squinted her eyes to attempt to make out who was speaking too her in such a fashion. It was a man in complete wrappings; covering his mouth. His eyes completely covered by stark goggles of some kind. He carried a large repeater rifle of some kind. He looked like he'd come straight out of the desert or the forest. "Zogga the Hutt is gonna have his way with you; then send ya right back to the Order to tell em' what fun you ad'!"

The man let out a hearty chuckle from beneath his rags and wrappings; he then pointed his rifle starkly at Cassy through the bars of her cell.

"Don' you worry, I'll go get the rest o' the men...we'll av our way with ye' first! Somn' too take your mind offa ol Zogga's slimey ass, just a snack before your main course eh?" he walked off, laughing his head off.

Cassy sat there; stunned. Was he planning to gang rape her before sending her to his Hutt Master to be gang raped again? She didn't think so....where was she anyway? It looked pretty dusty in here, like a warehouse of some form. She could tell they'd made amateur mistakes, and hadn't had many Jedi prisoners. A fact she herself was sort of ashamed of; but all situations happened for a reason.

Her legs were unbound; her mouth was also unbound. They'd come too regret. As soon as they opened up this cell; they'd be her playthings. But she wondered how many he'd bring...

(Now In Smuggler Den: Upper Floor, Prisons Below)

A large, bowl like building could be seen. It glowed at night in Nar Shaddaa, it looked almost like a miniature stadium hanging off a cliff. The top of it was bowled in with black plexy glass; and down inside it seemed to be a massive array of lights.

The interior was what would be described as a wild wild west Saloon; various women romped around, their eyes clearly hazed out on all types of drugs as they pranced around to the various men in Smuggler's Den. A** slaps, chest grabs and forced kisses were common place as one would take in the environment.

Two floors. With the basement to the prisons below, however the long hall with the stairs leading down below was guarded by two men in full Sand Gear with goggles. They held Ion Repeater Rifles in their hands. Downstairs; the maze of a prison system lit by dimly glowing blue led lights and tile floors stretched every which direction. Iron bars containing prisoners left and right in all directions; mostly female. Though a few types of species were alien in origin and were strapping enough males to be sold.

Slave Trade.

Back above; customers bought drugs on the sly and didn't really care what else happened. The bidding was about to begin in ten to twenty minutes; Cassy and the others would be marched upstairs and bid off to the highest bidder, whisked off to whatever cruel corner of the Galaxy came next.

A gong would ring; and everyone in Smuggler's Den would look up. Some of them appeared to even be well off, but all were well armed; and well guarded by the various low lives in the building.

The only stage in the room; gave way to a young man with a stark stubble across his young round face, as if he'd forgotten to shave in the past three weeks, and blazing hazel green eyes took the stage. His low crew cut was almost at a buzz; Joran Novos waved to the crowds who clapped.

"Thank you! Thank you! My friends; from all corners of the Galaxy...I thank you; for being here...welcome. To Smuggler's Den!" a jeer of applause rang out, it was quickly quieted by Joran, who continued. "This just so happens, too be indentured servitude night! Oh...who am I kidding; it's called slave night O.K?" the bigoted crowd laughed an ill mannered laugh as Joran pressed his hands together with a slightly evil grin himself.

"Let's get these girls and boys marching!" with a wave; Joran queued up the music in the corners of the room. As a slow but rhythmic tune was struck up, he made his way off the stage to begin preparations for the first batch of prisoners from below Smuggler's Den to make their way up. He had no idea his younger sister; whom he'd not seen in more than ten years. Was one of the captives his Slaver's had picked up on the streets tonight.

The two level saloon building; laced with green, blue, and red neons was alive as ever as a camera shot would zoom down slowly to the level below where Cassy sat in her cell. Unimpressed and alone. Her mind reeled a little, as she felt herself fighting off a small bit of anger. Coming here...had definitely been a mistake.

The two vehicles pulled up to the alley behind the structure, and Tez's men stepped out as he reviewed the plan one last time.

Five would go up top with masks and gas the main room, causing as much shooting as possible. Tez and one other would free the slaves down below, and the remaining four would plant the bombs on load-bearing support columns. The first car bomb would be set off at the main entrance.

Like lightning it began. In the distance there was a massive explosion, the bomb, and Tez counted to five before cracking open the back door and peeking inside, spotting one guard talking on the radio and looking away. He waited very carefully for the man to get off it before he fired four shots into his chest in a quick burst.

Stepping over the body, The Kel Dor clad in beskar moved in towards the slave pens, dropping four guards before he reached the first cell. He unlocked it and peered into it, coming face to face with a human woman.

This one would be his first catch.

"Sister," He greeted her from behind his helmet, only his black Mandalorian armor revealing anything, "Now if your chance for escape. Join me and free the others from captivity."

A guard rounded the corner and Tez squeezed the trigger, a half dozen slugs flying out and catching the man in the torso, shredding him up. The brass clattered to the floor, and silence fell once more. Tez resumed talking, as cool and collected as could be.

"The time to act is now. Do not delay."

(Joran)

From the outside in Nar Shaddaa, the dome like; plexy glass building would vibrate once and rock a viscous explosion into the night sky; loosing orange flames high into Vertical City. The vibration did not go unnoticed as the red, blue, and green neons inside of Smuggler's Den flickered as dust began to fall from the ceilings.

People gasps and gaped as nobled clamored to their feet amidst bodyguards barking orders. The Smugglers didn't know whether to pay back entrance fees or file people out; as madness ensued.

The sound of blaster fire hammered into the floors below; like knocking from below that one couldn't answer as the neons continued to flicker harshly. Joran had already organized about fifteen of his Slaver men in Sand Gear with Ion Repeater Rifles; he ordered them downstairs; sending them straight towards Tez' entourage in the slave pens. As they filed downstairs; a huge bang filled his peripheral. Loosing all around him was a light yellow gas; it looked quite noxious and he could already smell it.

A mask came from one of his cohorts; as the noblemen from around the galaxy didn't appear to be so lucky. A few of their bodyguards had masks too hand out; but not so many. Most attempted too make a break for it; as a spray of blaster fire rained down from the second floor of the Saloon. The hail was returned with the Sand Slavers returning barrages of fire whipping back up through the clouds of smoke back towards the invisible intruding forces.

(Cassy)

Down below; Cassy's eyes flecked up as the rumble shook the LED lights of the prison. Dust kicked everywhere in an odd sand like noise before things settled. A few barks and yells; and a group of Sand Slavers bolted past her.

In several hammering bangs against the walls and cells, blaster fire rang out for awhile. Then; the sound of approaching footsteps.

Soon enough; a new visage came on the outside of the cell; just as Cassy saw her lightsaber rolling down the hall behind the man's feet. One of the Sand Slaver's he'd slain! They'd had it! She listened to him calmly; but didn't miss the opportunity to Force Pull her lightsaber straight through the iron bars of her cell. However; she didn't need too as the visage in all black Mandalorian armor slid the cell doors open.

"Thank you....."

She stood to her feet then; stepping out of the cell and Force pulling her saber to her hands; still bound behind her back, and catching. Leaning forward; she ignited the saber at a hiss behind her back; cutting through the hand binds at it's activation. The ropes fell off of her; as her vision swam around. Her overobes were on top of a nearby crate; she jogged over to it, and threw them on in turn.

Now with her possessions returned to her; she turned and stood. Making silent eye contact with the visage in all black. For awhile; she stared it down. Then with a silent nod, she agreed. With a surprising burst of Force Speed; she set off down the hall, swatting at the iron bars of prison cells all throughout the maze like prison; loosing different slaves now (ex) slaves; into the halls.

They cheered; ripping at other pens themselves as Cassy swatted and sliced through iron bars every which way. She turned a corner and just as she did so into another endless hallway of iron bars; with prisoners now clamoring with their hands out; excited, a group of Sand Slavers met her. Ion Repeater Rifles aimed dead at her; they whirred to charge.

In that moment; Cassy experienced something new. Something she'd never felt before. Her eyes sizzled at the edges with brightest starlight and in a sudden noise like a thunder clap; a bright sauna of light twisted and expelled from her; encompassing the entire hallway and shadowing her brilliantly for the briefest of moments. The clap of light lasted acted within one second; and flecks of glowing fireflies of white light danced brilliantly around the hall; dissipating one after the other around Cassy's stunned features. Several of the would-be slaves stared at the scene in awe from behind their iron bars, as their clamoring to be freed intensified in demand.

The Sand Slavers stumbled around; one fell face first into a cell's iron bars on his knees, too be choked out by a prisoner. The another fell directly backward; and struggled to get his helmet off. The other two took off blundering and running down the halls; screaming. What was that?

Cassy slapped at two of the cells nearest to her with her lightsaber; the sky blue instrument hummed and slid two more pair of iron bars to the ground with a perfect diagonal crash; an orange trail smoldering in it's wake through the now half iron bars.

The slaves continued to pour out and mix into the Sand Slavers; who were stuggling to maintain ground, but at this time; there were still more Sand Slavers keeping things in check in the prison than slaves free; although there were all out brawls happening now...and the slavers would soon be overrun.

Tez subtly pointed the muzzle of his slugthrower towards the Jedi when he saw the lightsaber in her hand, his finger hovering just over the trigger. However she sped out without discussion and proceeded to do his work for him.

If smiling had been possible on his anatomy, he certainly would have.

"Come on," he told the thug at his side. "Let's get back to the rendezvous point."

"What about the slaves, ain't we gonna help them fight?"

Tez stared at the fool for a second before replying, his tone as steady as ever.

"They're a diversion. Whether they succeed or not is irrelevant. In ten minutes this building will implode into a pile of debris."

"Oh," the man replied slowly, as if he'd just now realized that. "But that will kill innocent people..."

"No one is innocent," Tez said flatly in his metallic baritone. "Everyone is guilty of a crime by some set of standards, and all must burn in time. Who we hasten to their end is of no consequence. What matters is that we carry out the will of Kad Ha'rangir and let his destruction fill the galaxy."

The enforcer wasn't convinced, and he opened his mouth to debate the issue.

"We can't just leave them to die. I'll go and help them out. Please reconsider."

Tez looked him in the eye.

"I have reconsidered."

He squeezed the trigger of his slugthrower and dozen bullets shot into the man's body, and he stumbled against the wall and slid to the floor, leaving a bloody smear that ended in a pool of spreading blood.

The Kel Dor walked back out through the entrance he'd come in on and activated the comm on his rest, checking in with the two teams under his control.

The bombs were almost all in place, and it was chaos up above as his men made their escape while slaves came streaming out to fight in their stead.

Cassy watched the spectacle unfold; slaves of all different shapes, sizes and races poured out from every side of her. Her ligthsaber still glowed in hand; and she decided to shut it off.

With a trot; she set off behind a wave of slaves, as others found other passages up marked 'Exit' at the end of various hallways to pens. The LED lights of the slave pens were flickering on and off, as she finally rounded the corner into the hallway she'd been in, she'd arrived just in time to witness a spectacle.

The visage in sleek black Mandalorian Armor seemed to have just lit up one of his own men with a quick shower of bullets. She froze for a moment; glued to the spot at the end of the hall. The building rumbled again; as she watched him begin to set off. He hadn't turned to notice her; and left through a Maintenance Door. Probably the only exit from the Slave Pens that would lead directly outside.

She furrowed her brow and pursed her lips; bursting through the door behind him.

He was staring at his wrist; lights were flashing. Probably checking the status of this...mission. Was he a liberator of some sort? Cassy decided she needed to find out. She only need crack the door open as she pryed Telepathically. Like a loud lightning stroke, she noticed immediately. Destruction, malice, and conviction, he seemed to be feeling these things currently at the moment. The magnitude of which; she was unprepared for and gasped a little. Blinking and opening her mouth slightly; the Telepathic link broken.

In all of ten seconds; she'd come through the door behind him, and gotten somewhat of a feel for her supposed liberator. However, that Force reading just left her with the chills; she wondered what his plans were.

The giant black plexy glass dome of the Saloon building was behind them; holes visibly shattered in spots of the black glass, as more began to fall in on the crowd inside. Screams could be heard from within. Although slaves were beginning to pour their way out of the exits of the building into the streets of Nar Shaddaa, most were still preoccupied with ripping apart their would be owners.

"So....you don't seem calm or satisfied? Usually when someone liberates people and changes their lives like you just did by freeing those slaves, they feel some form of content." she hinted that she already could feel how he functioned...somewhat. "Let me guess....you're going to blow this place too the stars aren't you?"

(Joran)

On a rooftop opposite the Smuggler's Salon, Joran Novos and several of his Sand Slavers; completely wrapped in brown and blacks with goggles to match; knelt and layed down with binoculars out; inspecting building that they'd just escaped from in the full blown Riot that had ensued.

"Looks like a full blown Riot...sheeesh."

"Yes but...how did those slaves manage to get out? They also did not gas us...someone else did that." Joran and his crew looked down from the rooftop, sweeping the area with their binocoluars. The black dome of Smuggler's Salon was smoking and sifting smoke high into the streets of Nar Shaddaa.

However one building smoking was hardly a reason for anyone too be breaking their necks in a city like this; hover cars and traffic filed along in neat lines. It wasn't a particularly tall or large building in comparison to the rest of the city, so cars flew by hundreds of feet above it, and while there were other buildings around it; they were at a decent distance.

Whoever had attacked them however, shouldn't be underestimated. There was no telling how this was going to turn out, all he knew is that they'd been attacked. His customers gassed; and slaves started coming up through the stairwells...ripping people to shreds.

He looked up from his binoculars, as a choppers began to fly over the Smuggler's Salon, spotlighting the building as they flew overhead, however they didn't stop, and continued to pass on. Probably calling in the Fire Craft, Joran noted. His hazel green eyes; blinked twice, lowering in suspicion as he thought about the method of attack. He shook his head as he began to figure out finer points of strategy from their assailants. His round race and short buzz cut complete with stubble across his face gave him the look of a young military private; just enlisted. However that couldn't be further from the truth.

He and his men stood to their feet; and walked into a semi huddle, facing one another.

"I say we get some revenge on whoever did this.." one of the Sand Slavers said thorugh his muffled desert gear. A few of them chanted once in agreement, as even Joran himself was peeved that his private establishment had now gone under.

"Agreed....what do you say we wait this out, spread out fan out. Whoever we see bailing from the place in a suspicious manner, not a panicked one. Catch them on cam....radio up.....we'll find who did this. Let's fan out and watch the spectacle." he nodded towards the Smuggler's Salon, which by this time had huge chunks missing from it's black plexy glass dome, tinting the outside from it's 'shady' dealings.

Parts of the inside could be seen; even from across the street on the roof of another building.

(Cassy)

"So.......we should probably get out of here." Cassy wanted too know just what this man's plan was. If she could stick close to he and his entourage; she could gain knowledge of his purpose. She had no reason to try and stop him...yet. From what she saw he was ruthless, but still somewhat kind. He'd freed her, but probably hadn't expected her too follow him.

In fact.....he'd freed the slaves, and left. Letting them do his work for him, as they annihilated the Nobles and their private bodyguards from around the universe; now he appeared to be one step away from something else.

She would have attempted another Telepathic sift through his mind, but decided that it was better to roll the hard six this time around.

"If you are planning on destroying this building....then the slaves you just freed will be destroyed." she laced the Force into her words. "Do not be so foolish....if you allow them to live; they'll never forget who freed them....instead direct your campaign of violence...make it strong." she continued with her subliminal Mind Trick, however there was a lot of truth laced in. "Do not kill them; they've been wronged once, taken hostage and captive about to be sold into slavery.....let them know you do not stand for such things.....or do you stand for anything?" she looked him up and down.

"Rather than senseless death....cause them to rally to you. Have your men help them escape, let them say your name so that they know who's freed them." she imagined he had one somewhere in Nar Shaddaa. "There's strength in numbers, and if you sink the place after the slaves eat the nobles for breakfast inside; they'll be grateful to their liberator."

"You will gain nothing by destroying those whom you assist." she said with finality, her beautiful features looking the man up and down as she placed one hand on her hip, and sighed, keeping her eyes on the visage across from her.

Tez did not laugh or chuckle at the human woman's words, her pleas were still amusing to him though. He hardened his mind and strengthened his will against the touch of her mind, and her persuasion fell on deaf ears.

"How little you understand child," The Kel Dor said as he tapped the wrist communicator.

"Detonate it as soon as you're clear," He commanded, shutting off the channel before the Hutt's enforcers could reply. Only then did he turn his attention back onto the Jedi.

"You have strong ideals child. You think I am here to liberate, because your heart wishes to see such motives. I am here for but one purpose, to bring glory to Kad Ha'rangir. He will revel in the offering I now give to him."

The Kel Dor in beskar kept the muzzle of his slugthrower turned towards the Jedi as he backed away almost casually, heading for the speeder they'd come in on, a trickle of three men arriving behind him, piling into the vehicle.

"Behold the work of a true Mandalorian. Farewell child, your death is not by my hands."

The speeder started and Tez sat in the open back, legs dangling out the edge, slugthrower still trained on the Jedi.

She kept her distance from the man, as somehow his raw willpower seemed to be enough to evade words usually quite effective through the Force. He must've had some conviction after all. The next time she attempted to invade his mind; she might not be so casual and passive.

He made a few statements that simply caused her to shake her head. Ordering his men to detonate as soon as they were clear. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, though not fear when he raised his weapon on her.

She noticed a vehicle behind him; and in turn put two and two together that he was backing towards it. No sooner did she realize did some of his men come bursting through the door; the trio joined him and the four of them mounted into the speeder.

"Don't do this......" she asked him only once. "Let people escape....it's clear too me now that I can't save this establishment." she was actually plotting as her mind was racing. Wondering if she should telepathically cripple some of his henchmen; even one minute would help. Perhaps if they fell out helplessly; he'd have to toss a few bodies out of the way before he tried to take off.

However she didn't make any moves just yet. She could hear the streets filling with people; they were escaping. But it was far too late.

Suddenly; a bright starlight would fill her eyes once more as she recalled the hope she felt in freeing the slaves throughout the pens. A flash issued forth in a staunch burst that overtook the rooftop patio; the light shadowed everything spectacularly as the internal cameras and flight mechanisms would be naught but static for a few moments inside the speeder as the light began to fade.

Cassy stood there; quite paralyzed herself as flecks of glowing light danced across the rooftop for a moment and began to dissipate.

One last plea from the Jedi.

Such idealism, such firm belief in an ideal. Goodness, standing up for the weak. Honor. The fall-back stance of simple minds. False religions for those who needed something comforting to believe in.

No, the clear truth was that they were commanded to be wolves rather than sheep, to be predators. There was no room for weakness in Paradise, no room for those without the stomach to do what had to be done.

"No child," He answered in his metallic voice.

He aimed at her and ordered the driver to leave at speed. As soon as the speeder started to accelerate, the Jedi let out a brilliant flash of light. Even on the other side of Tez's protective visor and the goggles beneath the helmet, it was still almost blinding.

He considered it an attack, and his finger found the trigger, blanketing the Jedi's area with a flood of slugs, the speeder rapidly lifting off as he did so.

His words left a chill running up and down her being; so cold. With so much conviction. He wouldn't budge or be drawn from where he was now.

The moment after the Flash; as the last fireflies of light danced across the roof and dissipated with a noise like settle soda; she saw him raise his weapon after barking something over his shoulder to his cohorts.

The ammo of this weapon seemed quite thick; and capable. She did several cartwheels, lightsaber not ignited; planting both of her hands and springing forward in several heel stepping front flips before launching herself away from the rain hailstorm of shots with a Force Jump. One literally whizzed right by her shoulder mid-air and she had to spin with the direction of the shot too make it miss; a close call. He was good; very good.

She landed a good ten feet to the side of the last shot; however she'd noticed the angle they were coming at got more stark as each moment went by. Looking up she was correct; as the speeder was beginning to lift off rapidly.

With a surprising burst of Force Speed; and a mighty Force Jump, she literally glided through the air in a single somersault that propelled her up towards the rising speeder.

'Clunk'

With that; the weight of the speeder increased as Cassy was lifted dozens of feet into the air, holding on to the bottom step railing of the craft; helicopter style. She swung her arms forward like she was on monkey bars; her black robes flapping with the altitude and breeze from the Speeder's engines as she hung on.

The Jedi leaped up and grabbed hold of the underside of the speeder, and Tez closed the door, locking it securely as he clambered forward to the bulk of the utility vehicle, where the other men were. He locked their doors too and did his best to describe the situation.

"The Jedi is underneath us right now, holding on to the chassis. Dip over a building and try to strike her with it. We need to knock her loose."

A thunderous boom cut through the air, and in the mirrors the building was seen collapsing in on itself in a cloud of dust and debris. The structure was reduced to mere rubbish in seconds. Tez hadn't even bothered to look.

And you might have stopped that Jedi...

The speeder dipped down, its belly perhaps a foot away from a large advertisement for a soft drink that stuck up into the sky. It was the first likely option for his plan.

Cassy hung on for dear life as they speed off, a thunderous explosion rocking behind her, shadowing things even though she didn't look back from the raw light of the flames.

She acted as the crucial scene enacted behind her, flames and black plexy glass flipping thousands of feet into the sky in a mighty shattering noise; releasing the bottom chasis with one hand and swinging it over to slap her lightsaber onto the magnetic belt on her waist. Now holding on monkey style with two hands; she let her legs hand down, preparing too make a flip upward with momentum.

She looked to her right and then...saw the incoming sign.

"" with a leg swing back and a leg swing forward, Cassy left the speeder and flew towards the sign at an arc. Telekinetically steadying herself she stepped three steps up the sign vertically, spidey style and flipped onto the top of it in a stunning display of Body Force balance.

The speeder...had escaped for now as she crouched down; gargoyle style. Overlooking the city of Nar Shaddaa as her black cloak fluttered in the wind. Her eyes on the back of the speeder she'd just hung on as it vaulted off into the distance; mixing in with the rest of the city traffic in no time.

Cassy sighed; perched where she was with absolutely no fear. Her fears of heights had long died, she'd made a habit of vaulting through the canopies of Kashyyyk as a teenager, and again after being knighted.

The slight breeze, and height was of no consequence too her as she decided too get comfortable. Swinging her bottom and legs over the signs front she placed her hands at her side, making her all the more balanced as she sat upon the thin billboard for a fast drink. The red neons moved side to side in an awesome trance like motion; before it switched modes and flashed white letters a few times.

"....................May the Force be with you Mandalorian." Cassy said; sitting facing the ethereal black and golden glow of Little Coruscant at night, stretching out before her like an almight grid..a den of dogs. A beautiful one..from this point of view.