Bloody Roar (Invite Only)

[Derriphan]

It was just another night for Kharr. In this ring in this specific place she had held the title of Undefeated. She had beaten anyone and anything that came up against her, in the ring her name was Derriphan. Which essentially meant Devourer. Another weekend and just more money to be earned, she was the main attraction and had been for quite sometime. She was entertaining the way she killed things or if it wasn't a battle to the death the way she subdued things.

In most cases it was a battle to the death but tonight it was knock out. There was a lot of money ridding on this and she had to please her Hutt Master once again. He was sitting on a replusor lift, watching with his large eyes down on the pit. Blood littering the ground and walls, from fights from years past and from even tonight. Kharr walked into the ring, her bare feet lightly patting the floor as the crowd roared for blood to be spilled. The announcer spoke in a up beat tone.

"On this side we have the Undefeated Derriphan!"

The crowd cheered with all their might they knew that this fight wouldn't be disappointing. They had all laid good money into this for it to be entertaining as possible and she always did. Once a week she was the main attraction and she always put on a good show.

"And in this corner we have a new comer! Who has beaten every challenge tonight! May I introduce Mannoroth!"

Several cheers went up for him since he had proven himself against many slaves and animals alike in tonight's fight. They all hoped it would be a good battle and Kharr only growled in readiness to rip this man to shreds. It didn't matter if they wanted him knocked out she'd make sure to leave him with scars for the rest of his life!

The bell dinged and the small human was hoisted from the pit as Kharr ran forward in all fierceness. Razor sharp claws extended as she made a swipe towards his face faking it as she tucked in her arm and attempted to sweep him off his feet with her own leg ducking low as she did so.

[Karl the Unfettered]

What perhaps made Mannoroth so interesting was the fact he appeared to be blind, and a shrewd observer would have noticed he actually was blind; whenever the opponent was at range, there was a slight hesitation in the man's moves as he tracked them through sound and vibration, and he was really effective at close to mid range in the fights. He was a contrast to Kharr's lithe spandex'd body; tattered black rags that may have once been Jedi robes, a dusty black scarf about his eyes, and a curious bulky collar around his neck that most took for a modified slave collar.

Which, they would agreed, was entirely necessary. The man had literally torn three Kath hounds apart with his bare hands, with little more than paper cuts on his own body at the end; in the slave fights he sometimes toyed with them, sometimes had simply beaten them down so severely it was doubtful they'd be getting up on their own any time soon. The man also could play to the crowd extremely well, roaring at them and generally raising the roof to get them cheering and screaming right back.

Right now, none of that mattered; this was the last fight of the night, and his opponent was coming in strong. He wondered if she had even watched his matches at all; she would have known closing in from the start was a bad idea at best, veritable suicide at worst. The thud of her running feet, the soft slide of claws and the whisper of cloth stretching across a toned female body, told him everything mere sight could have done, and then some. Eyes were a drawback, he had concluded long ago.

He did not react to her false swipe; as her leg swept in he simply raised his foot and stomped down, catching her ankle dead beneath the heel of his boot. "Nice try, girlie," he said, reaching down and grabbing the front of her shirt-thing beneath the arms and hauling backward; the material held, and he threw her up and over his head, into the wall behind them. "Your furry ass is going down tonight, little girl!" he taunted, remaining in place as he waited for her to stupidly rush him again.

Only one man in the whole crowd knew who this "Mannoroth" really was, with his dusty blond hair and oddly well-kept goatee. That was his master, a distinguished silver-haired gentleman with a cane and a taste for expensive clothes; he had gained a great deal of money as a result of his slave's victories, but all those winnings rode on this last fight. They would both come out of this rich men, that was for certain; the only question was how long the catgirl would last.

The truth was, the distinguished gentleman was Lord Phaestus of the Sith Order, otherwise known as Visari Netellus, and "Mannoroth" was another Sith Lord, Memnon, the insane Miraluka called Shard from his youth. This was something they sometimes did, to earn a bit of pocket change; Shard would don a Force Collar and the trappings of a skilled pit fighter, and Visari would act as his master and handler. More importantly for Shard, though, was the fun he had in beating unsuspecting victims senseless, or merely ripping them limb from limb in spectacular bloody fashion.

Of course the Collar wasn't at full strength; no amount of money could ever induce him to go into that blinded festering hell again. He still had some of his perceptions; he could reach out telepathically within a limited range; he could still utilize the Force to aid in processing what his mundane senses gave him. But he did not have the full range of his Force powers, and so far had not needed it either. It was like a wet wool blanket was wrapped about his head, hindering his every move, but it was one he had learned decades ago to get used to, when the masters were real and his enslavement wasn't a charade.

Maybe it was all fun and games now, but it still served as a reminder of when it had been deadly, deadly serious. It was something he felt was worthwhile not to forget, as all beginnings were; besides, being able to fight without the Force was an extremely useful talent most beings with eyes couldn't manage half as well as he could.

[Derriphan]

His foot came down on her leg as she hissed in the most literal of ways. She was grabbed instantly and thrown over his head to the wall. Being as agile as she was she flipped in the air and her feet came in contact with the wall. Using the force of being thrown against the wall she pushed her threw her legs and flew from it. Heading right over him as she rolled and came to her feet. Spreading her feet apart as she became more lithe and predatory like. Her eyes still filled with rage as she circled her opponent. Her footing ever so light on the floor barely making a sound.

Her claws were still extended out as she was not sure how to approach her opponent h seemed to be more agile than her. Putting her smarts to the test she ran and as she ran her nails slid across the floor making a sickening screeching sound that would hurt the ears of most. As she came to the end of her screeching nails her hands flared out. Coming together at the heel of her hand as she attempted for a sturdy blow to the stomach, if it didn't succeed she would quickly draw back to rethink her strategy.

[Karl the Unfettered]

"Oh, come on," the blind man muttered, "I thought we were beyond grade school." Seriously, scraping nails on the surface of the floor only announced her presence more than it already was. As she came in range and brought her hands together, he reached out with his own hands, grabbing hers and wrenching them apart. "Take this!" he shouted, pulling her forward and lunging down with his head and torso, headbutting her hard just above the bridge of her nose, between the eyes. Then he side-kicked her the stomach, shoving her backward with the same motion.

"This is your undefeated champion?!" he shouted, turning away from her and raising his hands to the crowd. "She's not even twenty years old, barely a proper woman; yet this is your vaunted and horrifying heroine!" Many cheered, but just as many booed as they watched their bets going down the drain. He did not turn back to face Kharr, though; he kept his back to her, striding rapidly back and forth, working the crowd into an absolute frenzy.

Things couldn't be too one-sided, after all, or else it wouldn't be any fun.

[Derriphan]

He wrenched her arms apart before she could get away and head butted her and kicked her in the stomach sending her backwards but she did nothing but merely skid on her feet. She growled even more and all of a sudden something seemed to click in her she moved at him at a slightly faster pace as she skidded from side to side her attacks were undetermined. Just as he finished speaking she came at him with a fist, with quickly changed into more of a spear her fingers coming together and claws heading for his stomach. The other hand was going to slash him across his face, if the fist came in contact with him she would then use the momentum from her slash to continue to swing around and bring a hard kick to his left side. Her reflexes and agility having a new found edge to it as her anger got the better of her. Her nose now lightly leaking blood as her claw grew close to his stomach.

[Karl the Unfettered]

Shard blocked the claws to his stomach, but he wasn't fast enough against the punch to his face. He realized she was somewhat faster now, and found it intriguing; part of his mind wondered over this fact while the rest of him dealt with Kharr's renewed assault. She fought with Teras Kasi, a regimented style that, like other regimented styles, was predictable within its own bounds; but he didn't need that to hear the whoosh of tight cloth or feel her body flex around his to know she was about to kick him.

He let go of her arm and grabbed her leg with both hands, turning her own momentum against her to spin her around and launch her against the wall again. This time he followed it up, dashing after her and crashing into the wall himself, crushing her between them. "You're lucky this isn't a death match, girlie," he growled, punching her in the face as she'd done to him. Then he grabbed her by the arm and threw her across the ring again.

[Derriphan]

Shard had grabbed her arm but the slash to the face made contact as his blood riddled her claws. The momentum of the slash continued to go as she came around for a kick but he was quicker and grabbed it. Turning her own momentum against her and spun her around launching her against the wall. He dashed after her and before she could even think to defend herself he crushed her in between the wall and himself. A abrupt fist to the face sent her mind swirling as she was tossed across the ring again and her body rolled across the floor. With one hand she slowly lifted herself up.

Blood leaking from her mouth and nose as she looked up at him. Pushing herself to one knee and then soon standing. Looking at him with golden eyes filled with rage of years of abuse. Running straight for him she stopped abruptly and then leaped through the air. Her claws in full extension towards him, both aiming for his stomach. If he chose to dodge this she would use the momentum to bounce off the wall and come at him even quicker. Her vision decreasing as her head was getting more and more battered as the battle went.

[Karl the Unfettered]

This is getting tiresome, Shard thought within the darkness of his mind, as the sounds of Kharr's movement reached his sensitive ears. He could tell she was dazed, and the time it took her to get back to her feet said much about her state of being; it was time to end this, and decisively. "Come, little girl," he said as he centered himself for the final play. "This ends now."

She ran at him, then stopped and lunged through the air, again trying to impale him through the stomach. He executed a neat sidestep, then brought his knee up into her gut and his elbow down on her spine, sending her tumbling to the floor with her breath gone, and probably the bottom half of herself numb. "Now!" the Miraluka shouted, heaving her up over his head. "Now your champion falls!" Once again he threw her to the ground at his feet and kicked her in the stomach, then put his foot on her neck in the classic position of dominance.

The match was over. Shard, aka "Mannoroth", had won.

((Alrighty, now other people can post.))

[kozeph]

"Well what place should we hit first eh? Reven?" The loud bear of a man said, with completely unkempt and dirty chest length hair said, smiling at the younger far cleaner and almost complete opposite of the former Jedi. Takumi walked in a easy gait his hands hid in the sleeves of the long and also dirty and filled with little wholes that made Taku look more like a refugee or even worse a vagabond, of course the former Jedi hygiene improved somewhat after spending time with the young Hapan boy he had taken as a apprentice, at least Taku now smell far better than a couple or so more weeks ago. The only thing that made Taku stand out from the regular refugees was the fact that he carried a massive Trandoshan claymore strapped to his back, a prize from Takumi first championship in a gladiatorial game.

"How about that place?" the boisterous voice said clearly teasing the boy by pointing out a strip club as the past by the building with flashy pink neon advertisement of a very sexy looking Twi'lek dancing. "Better not, they don't serve good drinks there" said Taku remembering such place, and how he had been banned with the penalty of death if he entered the place after a "small" dispute where Taku killed all the bouncers and a couple of patrons... Taku laughed silently remembering that fight but chose not to share it with his morally more correct apprentice.

They walked through the masses of spacers and beggars until Taku said a building he hadn't seen before, a large Establishment and looked like a good place for the former Jedi to have a cup or two. "Right that's more like it" he said while entering the building, a Trandoshan tried to intimidate Taku into leaving the large sword in the entrance but using both his size and the force Takumi made the Trando back away, intimidating into leaving both the former Jedi and the young Hapan alone.

This was the kind of place this man liked, loud brutal and dangerous. It even had a pit where fighting took place, it was great the kind of place Taku usually fought at, various animals and sometimes people. Taku grabbed a table for himself and Reven with a good enough sight of the fight that was taking place, "a cathar versus a old blind man? they really need to get some better contestants" the former Jedi thought as he saw the fight begin, at first he thought nothing of both fighter aside from getting a bad vibe from the "blind" slave. As the fight escalated into a brutal slaughter a chill ran in Takumi spine, not one of fear or other feeling, but it was a shiver made out of excitement, the girl was good he had to admit... but that man Taku wanted to fight him trade punches with that man and afterward share a couple of drinks to burn down the pain. "He is no slave..." Taku said without thinking while smiling as if he had found something entertaining.

[Reven]

"I'll let you decide. After all, the last time I was on this planet I was about to be robbed until you came along" said Reven as he followed Takumi through the streets of Nar Shaddaa. When Takumi pointed to a strip bar, Reven couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he had always had trouble with talking to attractive members of the opposite sex. Takumi would then say that he remembered that that the drinks weren't that good which relieved Reven allowing his tense muscles to loosen up. Eventually, Reven and Takumi noticed a large establishment which caught Takumi's attention.

Takumi and Reven would then go into the large establishment where an intimidating trandoshan stood in their way and tried to get Taku to leave his giant sword with him. However Takumi got the trandoshan to walk away after using a combination of the force and his large size. After entering the building, the very first thing Reven noticed was the large ring where a blind old man and a beautiful dark skinned cathar were fighting. Wow.... that cathar seems kind of young to be fighting in a place like this thought Reven as he watched the fight.

Then all of a sudden, Reven's body felt very cold causing him to wrap his arms around his chest as the old man took down the young cathar. Shortly after feeling this sudden temperature decrease, he noticed Takumi saying that the old man was no slave.

"Wait a second, there are slaves fighting in this ring?" said Reven feeling quite dumb that he never considered the possibility that the young cathar might actually be a slave. But more importantly, he felt sorry for the young cathar since he was once a slave and it seemed that the slave life for her was a lot rougher than his.

[Derriphan]

It was over before it even had time to expand. The blind man sided stepped neatly and his knee abruptly hit her in the stomach the air leaving her body in an instant. A small cracking sensation ran through her body as his elbow laid into her spine sending her body too the floor as the air had long since left her body, now she was gasping for air. Her body almost lifeless and gathering air was held above his head as she saw everyone her Hutt master shake his head in disapproval. She knew she deserved what ever she was to get and her body was thrown to the ground as she felt her body strain underneath the crack of the durasteel floor.

Her head making contact with the floor once again, her vision going completely blurry as blood leaked from her nose and now from her mouth. To add insult to injury she was kicked in the stomach just as she was regaining breath and let out a cry as she closed her eyes tight. His foot coming down on her neck as she gasped for air. In a matter of seconds a bell ringed and four human men approached the ring. Two grabbing Mannoroth and taking him back to his master while the other two dragged Kharr's defeated body to her Hutt master. The body was tossed down before her Masters hover lift and she was easy to see. Anyone who cared to look up to the stands could see them now.

She strained to get up on her hands and knees. Her head spinning in the most literal sense as the Hutt uttered a few words and abruptly as the man in the ring had hit her a foot made contact with the side of her face and she went down. Kharr didn't even try to get up as she gritted her teeth her nails not extending out even though they wanted too. The Hutt started to speak and his words were translated by a protocol droid for those who couldn't understand him.

"Kharr the undefeated is no more! It is now Mannoroth who will take her place!"

Several cheers went up through the crowd as two guards came up and grabbed Kharr underneath the arms. Holding her body there for everyone to see. The one man grabbing her face with his hand and smoothing back the hair that had become messy in battle. Since so much money had been lost on her tonight he had thought of a way to cut his losses and earn some of it back. He'd sell her body to the highest bidder for a night. With enough sleaze balls in here he was sure to cut his losses and even earn a nice coin.

"Now with the disgrace of the old champion at hand my master would like to offer a proposition to those who can afford it. For one night and one night only he offers the Cathar's services to who ever wants them! You may use her how you wish as long as you don't kill her. May it be noted her innocence is intact..."

The two guards hoisting her up so the people could get a better look at her of course those who had been here before knew she was a fine specimen. They had seen her fight, the way she moved and how flexible her body was it was quite amazing and there was instant interest across the entirety of the crowd.

"The bidding will start at Five Thousand, and will increase by a thousand with each new bid. Can I hear five thousand?"

It was taken instantly, and then was soon up to ten thousand. Perverts with money to waste, it was a pity, god only knew what was going to happen to her tonight with who ever she ended up with. The thoughts that ran through her head were ones of self pity, she had long since lost her battle attitude and was more or less back to her innocent minded self. Held there in front of a audience of men and women alike. Being sold to the highest bidder for what ever they wished for a night. She only hoped who ever took her treated her half way nice, but the feeling that nagged at the back of her head doubted it very much so. Her golden eyes looking very lightly left and right as they teared and then she hung her head down the bidding now just reaching fifteen thousand.

[kozeph]

Taku weaved at a waitress while watching the slaughter below him clearly amused and enchanted with the blind man combat powress, the former Jedi with a thirst for battle wanted to test himself against that odd man. The Twi'le waitress approached the table she was wearing a revealing dress but Taku paid her no attention "Gimme a Kryat breath, you want something Reven?" he asked without looking at both he was too interested in the battle, After she left to get their orders "Yeah... it's pretty common around this parts to use slaves as entretainment... but i've seen and fought in far worse arenas" Taku said as he moaned when he saw the Cathar girl fall, the battle had ended.

"Aahh the last combat of the day.... how boring" Taku exclaimed to himself watching at those below him, he really enjoyed those arena battles... meaby to much as one of Takumi path which lead to him leaving the Jedi and the light was winning a tournament for the sake of a girl, which later he took as a student and betrayed him.

If it wasnt enough punishment for the Cathar slave, she was offered up as a pleasure toy for all the griddy worms in the slugs stablishment, the former Jedi didn't particulary cared about the fate of the female he had already seen that escene to many times, but he did felt that Reven was bothered by what was going on, the large man turned around to address his student "So you gonna do something about this?" he said seriusly as his eyes met that of the young Hapan. Renting the girl would be the most obvious choice for them, but as always they lacked money so that wasn't an option. So if Reven did really want to play hero he would need to come up with another idea, Taku waited to see what his student would do in silence while the Twi'lek came and left the drinks on the table. So the bear of a man waited wanting to see how far did Reven really wanted to become a hero, he wanted to see if the Hapan would come up with a plan or would he just sit in silence and watch.

[Reven]

When the waitress came, Taku ordered a Kryat breath and asked Reven if he wanted anything. "I'll have a jawa soda" said Reven right before the Twi'le waitress left to get the drinks they ordered. After they ordered, Taku would tell Reven that it was actually very common to use slaves as entertainment and as a former slave, Reven couldn't help but think about how lucky he was that he wasn't sent to work at a spice mine or had the fight in an arena where he could probably die.

After the female cathar lost, the hutt that owned her started to speak and like most people in the galaxy, Reven couldn't understand the language of the hutts, so a protocol droid had to translate for him. And what the droid said made Reven clench his fists in anger as he found out that the owner was going to sell the cathar to the highest bidder for a night of sex. The rich perverts through out the stadium would then start bidding and the old man with a white that was at the table next to theirs said "I'll bid 20,000 credits" as he entered the bid into a small computer.

Reven would then take a deep breath in order to calm himself and think more logically since a part of him wanted to go down their with his lightsaber and cut through the crowd to attempt to save the girl. After he felt a bit more calm, he suddenly had an idea, so he turned to Taku and asked "Taku, can you use the Jedi mind trick on that old man so that he can bid for us and give us the slave for the night?"

[Karl the Unfettered]

After being hauled off, Shard had ducked into the refresher for a quick sonic shower, then rejoined Visari in the stands. His elation at the victory over an undefeated fighter was short-lived, though, when he heard the Hutt was planning to sleeper her off for one night. "No," he muttered, clenching his fists; in his mind's eye he saw red, and he couldn't help but remember his own years of slavery at the hands of filthy bastards like these. Vaguely he overheard what seemed to be a pair of ex-Jedi planning to save the girl, and mentally sighed.

Warfare made strange bedfellows, indeed.

"Visari," he muttered, low enough so no one else could overhear even with the aid of the Force, "remove this Collar and return my pistols and my dagger to me. Then bid on that girl and win her, I don't care how much it takes; I'll repay you when we get back to Bastion, maybe sooner. She was a strong fighter and a worthy opponent, that is not the proper treatment for losing to someone like me; besides, she'll make a fine addition to my forces." He had told the older Sith something of his own history, and his dislike of slavery; because of that, no one in the Dominion owned slaves or engaged in slave trafficking, and Visari would know that this was not some whim.

[Derriphan]

Her fear only grew worse as she continued to hear the bidding expand. First it was fifteen and now it was rising and was now held at twenty thousand by a older human man in his late fifties. As twenty thousand was announced the younger human who was running the auction continued to look around the room. His eyes scanning left and right as he finally caught someone willing to go twenty-one thousand. At twenty-one thousand he looked around the room again and people were tapping their hands against their seats and their legs moving up and down trying to think of they were willing to pay that much money.

"Do I here twenty-two thousand? Twenty-two?"

The Hutt master was very happy he easily made back the profit that he had lost on this fight. More so actually, maybe he'd auction off this fine piece of Cathar more often. She was lean and fit and fairly attractive. Kharr had often danced at one of the night club's he owned and many a man and woman alike had had their eyes on her for a long time now and only now where they getting their chance to obtain this piece for a night.

"Going once, going-"

Her fear was soon coming to realization she looked at the person standing in the stadium who currently held the bid at twenty-one. Kharr wasn't positive what species he was but he was a bigger one and looked more than pleased with this investment. Kharr waiting for the hammer to slam to finalize her auction.

[kozeph]

Takumi grabbed his glass of licor and finished his drink in one go, "eeh so thats how you wanna play" Taku smiled to himself, he actually wanted something more exciting, like making a distraction while his student played hero and ran away with the girl but how well there could always be a next time for that. With his enjoyement of combat killed Taku took a deep sigh "I suppose I could" the former Jedi said as he pushed himself up and lazily made his way to that old man, who in reality was the master of the blind man.

If Taku only knew he'd be trying to mind trick a sith lord, he'd laugh his arse off, but right now "that" sith who hid his presence well enough to fool Takumi, not that he was the sharpest or strongest force user, he was born with below average raw force mastery, barely able to lift a large box and the signature applications of the dark side where beyond him, Taku was not able to conjure lighting like many darkside users.

Taku walked over to the sith lord and forced himself on the table smiling cunningly "You will buy the girl" he said using the force to influence the sith, little did he know that it made no effect what so ever

[Reven]

As Reven watched Takumi walk up to the old man that beat Kharr in the ring, Reven's head fell onto his right hand as this wasn't the old man he wanted Takumi to manipulate. I guess I probably should have pointed out the person I wanted him to manipulate. What really concerns me is that I knew that the old man had money thought Reven as the protocol droid started to do the whole going once, going twice thing all auctioneers did when they were about to end a sale.

I can't leave this up to chance. I've got to act now thought Reven as he got up from his seat and started to head towards a set stairs that led to the ring and in front of those stairs, a large hairy man stood in it's way. When the hair man noticed him., he pointed his large vibro ax at the young hapan in order to intimidate him, but the hapan smiled confidently as he took out his lightsaber from his right pocket.

"Do you really want to pick a fight with a Jedi?" asked Reven as his thumb pressed against the ignition button just light enough for it not to be activated. The large hairy man shook his head and fear and stood aside as Reven walked down the stairs. After walking down, he walked into the arena and activated the lightsaber causing a purple blade to appear. Since the audience was separated from the ring by a deflector shield to keep people from entering the ring or the combatants from leaving, Reven wasn't too concerned about dangers from outside the ring. All he needed to be aware of was the entrance he just came from, and the other two entrances that the combatants came from before they fought.

"Let her go!" demanded Reven as he slowly walked up to the two guards that were holding Kharr. As he walked, the audience started to boo at the new comer for not only appearing to be a Jedi, but also for interrupting the sale for a one nightstand for the beautiful cathar.

[Rugs]

Visari had been watching the whole affair unfold from his place in the stands. It was all entertaining, really, with a sort of low brow charm to it. Low brow charm for low brow people, of course, he thought as he took a swig from his wine. But it was good to indulge oneself every now and then in the more base forms of entertainment enjoyed around the Galaxy, and so here he was, acting as 'Mannoroth's' master (and making a profit from making well-advised bets on a certain pretend-slave) as the fights unfolded. He was dressed well, as one might expect a well-to-do man on Nar Shadaa to look. His clothes were fine, well fitting, but not nearly the quality of his usual business attire; he preferred to blend, as it were, and such clothing would only draw attention.

Of course, throughout the course of the night's events, he'd been having a conversation with some of the people around him. It only made sense; this event was social by nature, and it just wouldn't do to sit alone and mind his own business. Not when there were people to meet. People to manipulate.

See, through his conversation, he'd learned that only a row behind him sat the leader of a moderately influential gang of street rats. Visari forgot what they called themselves. That wasn't important, though. What was important was the fact that the leader, a Gran with a severe case of megalomania, had an incredibly weak mind. And so, as they'd talked, Visari had worked his way into the Gran's mind with the Force, making it easier to persuade him and establishing footholds that might be of use later.

It just so happened that during the course of their conversation and several drinks for the gang leader, the Gran revealed an rather interesting piece of information to Visari. He had a grudge against a Hutt--the very same Hutt that was presiding over this very event. Apparently he'd been burned on a deal a few years back and had never gotten over it. Attacking the Hutt was always an option, but that was suicidal, especially for a gang as weak as his.

Visari played the part of an interested listener of course, but there were possibilities that might arise from the revalations.

He grunted as Shard returned, making a motion with his hand that unlatched the collar from around the man's neck. It clattered loudly as it fell to the ground. "Your weapons are in the bag under the seat," he said, making a motion with one of his legs to scoot the bag toward him.

Visari was on the verge of saying more, when suddenly another man arrived, smiling at them as if he knew them. The attempt to persuade Visari to buy the girl only got an amused snort and a shake of his head. Though, it seemed Shard wanted the girl as well, on a more noble flight of fancy of his. And of course, the owner of the slave would be the one to buy the girl. It just wouldn't do for the slave that was just fighting to suddenly have access to the absurd amounts of money that were being bid on the girl.

"Unfortunately, I shan't be paying a thing for her," Visari said, taking another drink from his wine. Even in pretense, there were some things he wouldn't touch with his money; a girl who couldn't even be twenty was one of them. "Jean Bastille, by the way," he said, nodding to the man that was standing over their table. Shard would know the name was false; Visari had used it before when the need arose. "But, I'm sure someone will find a use for her, my good man. Don't worry."

He glanced at Shard out of the corner of his striking green eyes. "I have a plan. Play along, but be ready. Things are going to get... rowdy in here."

Visari began to sink his will into the mind of the Gran behind him once more, easing in like a fog to fill his mind, cloud his judgment. "Tell me, I don't suppose you've met my friend here, have you?" Visari turned halfway around in his seat, motioning to the gang leader. "He's the leader of a very powerful gang, you see. Why, one day, I think they'll be one of the key players on Nar Shadda. Politically and otherwise." Lies, of course, but they were things the Gran wanted to hear. It only made pushing his will further in easier.

"And I know he's had an eye on that girl all night." Visari grinned at his alien friend. "Can't say I blame him. She is a pretty little thing." With that, the seed was planted. It had been a suggestion, not one of the blatant displays of dominating the lesser being's will, though Visari was quite capable of such a thing, if he wished. But there was something much deeper, much more satisfying to making his toys think they were doing it of their own accord. The key to it all, though, was that the Gran really did want the girl, on some level. All Visari had to do was prod him along.And now we just wait for the seed to bloom.

Visari turned around just as some boy came into the forefront of things, demanding that they stop the bidding and claiming he was a Jedi, of all things. Visari snorted. "Idiot." Apparently, the boy thought running around with a lightsaber out and claiming the name 'Jedi' would get him all the things he wanted in life. He'd be in for a rude awakening. "Someone get him out of that ring before he gets himself hurt," Visari called as silence fell over the audience.

Suddenly the Gran nearly jumped up to his feet. "I will not stop! She will be mine!" He slammed his hand down on the table in front of him as he yelled. "Twenty-five thousand!"

Visari's lips curled up into a twisted grin as he once again drank from the wine. "And there we have it."

It was amazing what a few hours of toying with the minds of the weak could do.

[Derriphan]

It was amazing how quickly things could change and the stupid decisions people could make. A Jedi Padawan running in the middle of an arena and activating his light saber in front of all these people here, thinking the shields would save him. With a flick of a switch the shields went down and guns were pointing on him at every angle, no way would he get out of this place alive if he even tried, the young Cathar looked up into the mans eyes, pure defeat evident on her face.

It only took a few shots, and luckily for the boy they were sent on stun. His body quickly collapsing to the ground as they came at every angle and in no way would of been possible to deflect them all. As he shuddered and twitched on the floor another pair of guards came in and literally kicked him around. Kicking him and hurting him and of course they had taken away his light saber in the process, after beating him they heaved him up and and dragged his worthless corpse up the stairs. Only to boot him out on his ass in the middle of a street of the most dangerous of people. To add insult to injury they tossed his light saber in the air and fired on it several times till it came down in a heaping mess. Slamming the door behind him just in time to hear a man claim twenty-five thousand for the female Cathar!

Of course her Hutt Master thoroughly enthused quickly slammed down a gravel and the auction of her for a night was complete. The shields went back up with another flick of a switch as the two guards and the girl stepped onto a repsulorlift, as they descended into the bowls of the complex. The protocol droid speaking for the Hutt spoke again.

"And this concludes tonight's auction and fight, for the winner of the auction report to the gate to the bowls of the arena to claim your prize she will be cleaned, put in new clothes and administered a shock collar for your convenience."

In the lower bowls of the arena Kharr was gently brought into a more clean room. Stripped of her clothes she washed quickly and her hair was brushed to its fine straight length. Her new clothes were put on and they consisted of the same type that she was wearing in the ring. With a sickening clack of a metallic sound the collar was placed around her neck and she was heaved off to the gate and sat down on a chair. Her head down low as her hair covered her eyes waiting for the man that would be with her for tonight. Oh, little did she know what was in wait for her.

[kozeph]

Takumi keep his humur up, once he noticed that the rich guy he had just spoke to had been immune to his suggestion and had kindly refused to buy the girl "Thats to bad my friend, mah boy over there wanted her to be ok, she deserves that much" Takumi said smilling at both the "master" and the "slave" who was already on the table and with his collar removed. "Ha! your good sport slave I would love to trade fists with you some day" Takumi spoke overly cheerfully and friendly to both sith in front of him, but allowed sarcasm to fill the word slave making it clear that he had long ago figure out that at the very least Shard or Mannoroth as he was calling himself tonight was no slave.

Takumi grabbed a seat in bastille table and smiled "Takumi Ventar professional wanderer" he said again with cheerfully as he sat confortly. Nodding at the Gran whom Jean was kind enough to introduce. Taku smirk at the hint, it was faint and weak and Taku almost missed it, but he sensed a fragtion of Jean's force sensitivity for a parsecond, the man had done well, incredibly well to mask his force signature but for a split of a second he had used it and the former Jedi felt it.

Takumi slammed his palm against his face once he heard Reven making all that comotion Guess you really are more stupid than me the large man said shaking his head and watched distressed how his apprentice was covered by blaster bolts, but Takumi sensed life after the barrage of blaster fire ended so he managed to control his desire to simply get up and kill everyone in the tavern. Takumi sighed "Kids this days are really something eh Jean? now I must go and clean up after that idiot" he said in a more serious manner, he got up and followed the three thugs that dragged his hapan apprentice out side. Takumi groamed at the sight of the destroyed lightsaber, just as the three thugs closed the back door Takumi was in action and it all ended in less than two seconds. One fist slamed just below the chin of the only human of the group and a pleasing sound of something crack followed and the man fell flat face. The former Jedi proceded to slam his elbow against the lower ribs of the rodian sending it against the wall, instead of killing the rodian on the spot Takumi massive arms went back and grabbed the head of the other thug a Weequay who was drawing a blaster, Takumi hands reached the head of the alien first and brought it down slamming it with the now in the air knee of Taku, he repeated the motion twice and finally twisted the head of the Weequay as if it was a toy. Takumi turned around and grabbed by the neck the pained rodian, his fingers dagged up in the aliens neck so strong that blood began to flow out as the Rodian's life ended and the lifeless husk was thrown into the floor. The deaths of this thugs did not calmed down Takumi at all they only gave more fuel to his bloodthirst.

Takumi walked outside and spoke coldly "Get up Reven" he said offering a hand to the young Hapan "What are you going to do eh?" he said mercilessly, regardless of his apprentice would say Takumi would see this building burn to the ground, he would do it to calm down his bloodlust.