Changes (open)

[Foxfire]

Changes they are often good but for some beings the smallest changes was a very bad thing. Reina's flight to Ryloth was uneventful, save for the port loosing her luggage for about three hours. That would be the last time she'd take other baggage. Finding her home was even harder. The area where she had lived was rebuilt into new tech centers. She should have seen the coming problems when she could not find her family's name in the local directory.

The day had passed and night was creeping by ever so slowly. Je'Baru had told her many time how to search for people but with every step forward she was pushed back three, either by false streets or by leads that became dead ends. That was until she stumbled across a shop by the name of 'Little Rutain', did she find the information she would not ever forget. The shop owners had lived in the area where she grew up and told her of her parents death. She tried not to cry but the tears would not be held back.

So into the night she ran loosing her way in the twisted streets and the shadowy gloom. With tears streaming down her face she never saw the beings come from behind her. A stun bolt knocked he out cold. They dragged her away and dumped her into a waiting hover transport. Once again she had been taken captive as another slave girl found wandering the streets of Ryloth.


She awoke to the sounds of shreiks and muffled groans of pleasure. She tried to see but she was blinded not by the stun bolt but because of some sort of head gear rigging. A flash of remembrance came to her she had seen one of these units used before, mainly in bondage training and sensory tuning. Her lekku picked up the very minor sensory that her eye never could. There were many being around her, but from what she could tell she was still caged. She guessed the ones were holding her till she came around and then they would see if she would be of any use to them.

Je'Baru had told her to take a emergency transmitter with her for this very reason but when she went for it she found that it was gone as well as her clothes. She once again tried to reach out with her senses to find out what was going on or where she was but all she could pick up was that this place was just a slave training compound. Reina started to shake with fear. Wrapping her arms around her knees she began to rock back and forth. The memories of her time in the pit came flooding back to her. Then the one song that held her together and gave a calming sense to Je'Baru floated back to her mind and bubbled forth from her lips, a twi'lek love song of lost love.

The melody floated through the air calming but the those that were hooked up to machines that gave then pain or pleasure when they did what it told them to do. In quiet calm Reina sang and weeped for Je'Baru to come once again to her rescue.

[Foxfire]

Hours turned to days and days into weeks. So much so that Reina had started to loose all sense of time. She was found out that she could sing and sing well, along with her Emoting tattoos. So she was giving the late evening right during happy hour to calm the mob and slow the mass drinking binge of the locals.

Her motions flooded from joy to shear sadness as she sang songs that Je'Baru loved and remembered the happier days with her parents. So to the blackened skin of her showed those emotions swirling from pink curls to broken jagged neon yellow lines. This made for quite the stage show and many were captivated by the color changes and lulled into a sleepy stupor by her soft tones. She sang in the many langs that she could remember.

Each night when it was over she was allowed to wash in a sonic shower for the stage would have been covered in unknown liquid and the slave bar had to keep her healthy for she started to attract a better crowd and richer one with very deep pockets. Most nights were the same sing till she could no longer and then shower and return to a warmed floor cell deep with in the lower floors of the Slave bar.

One night just like all the rest started the same with them having to spray clean the stage before she got onto it for a slave dancer got to close to the edge and was dragged from the stage and raped along with being killed and half eaten my a race that hunted their breeding mates. Reina had always felt that one in the audience and knew better than getting that close. This night though she could feel some thing odd in what she had found out to be her little ability with in the force. What it was she did not know but another change was coming. Where or when she just had to wait for the 'Will of the Force' to make that change known to her.

[The Conman]

((OOC: Just establishing that Donnie's at the bar, she won't have any interaction with Reina until the excrement hits the turbine))

Doneeda let out a loud moan through clenched teeth with closed eyes as she celebrated the culmination of the past hour and a half's worth of work. Her arms went limp, lazily dropping off of the bright orange Twi'lek's head as her pelvis vibrated and she realized her legs were temporarily numb.

The bright Orange Twi'lek, Letka, looked up at her. Matching eyes glinting in the moonlight streaming in through the small window, the sole source of light in the small, but cozy, room. Donnie grinned, letting Letka come up, face to face with her.

Letka was almost the oposite of Donnie in every way. Doneeda was curvacious, Letka looked like she'd been carved out of something, Donnie was tall, Letka was only about 5'3. But somehow that little firebrand had kept Doneeda occupied for nearly 3 hours. And milked her for nearly 500 credits. Donnie couldn't complain though, it was obvious where the money was going. Nice rooms, "experienced" slaves, good booze, and some of the best Ryll she'd done in ages.

Doneeda ripped herself away from her thoughts and gave Letka one last, deep,goodbye kiss, and got up, headed for the shower. On Ryloth, it was common knowledge that thought the guests got hot water showers, the slaves usually were relegated to using the sonic variety, to save on water and costs. Donnie remembered this at the last second, and before she closed the door on Letka, gestured for her to come over.

Letka, though she initially shook her head, gave in to Donnie's demands and joined her.

Doneeda, believe it or not, had no "intentions" with this, in fact she was clean and done long before Letka was. She got her brown cargo pants back on, did up the belt. It took her a minute or two walking around the room topless to hunt down her other undergarment. Letka had tossed it somewhere hours ago, and Donnie hadn't paid attention to where that somewhere was. After about 5 minutes, she found it and secured the device. Her simple, black, tanktop going on after. Followed by a beat up, waist length leather jacket.

The Twi'lek grabbed her gray messenger bag and fished out 6, 100 credit bills. Donnie knew she only owed 475, as per their agreement, but the tip was to get Letka treated better. If a performer made more cash, they'd get better treatment. Donnie laid the funds on the table beside the bed and headed for the bar.

After ordering 3 shots of some green, supher smelling liquor, and 2 lines of Ryll, she found a spot and sat down, becoming intrigued by the young girl who was performing. It became apparent to Donnie that her tattoos were actually changing throughout the show. She was mesmerized by this. Be it due to her euphoric state, the booze, or being high, she wasn't sure, but what she did know was that she'd never seen anything like that little one before.

[somedude]

The watchful eyes of Norkos glimmered from the shadows, twitching ever so slightly as their owner inhaled the noxious fumes of this place. The smells of vice, of alcohol, of smoke, of fornication, these aromas were a part of this bar, part of a tradition of debauchery so ancient that the very stone of the walls oozed with the malodorous stench of drugs and sex. These people, the denizens of this pit, they were a blight on all that was good; sinners against the True World. But they were not evil. They were merely weak. Their passions, their base instincts would not survive the onslaught of the depravity that was heaped upon them by Others. Norkos was not here for the slaves of a dark morality, he was here for the purveyors.

The wolf drew his modest robe tightly around his broad, naked chest. The aura of sin was so encompassing that he feared being infected by it. Still, the attire of the noble Order of Jedi brought him some small comfort, a small ray of virtue in the shadows of delinquency, no matter how restrictive they may have been for one of his build. The entirety of his costume, the tunic and the tabard and the rest, may have been more comforting still, but Norkos knew, deep within his hunter’s brain, that he needn’t draw undue attention to himself; a two meter, blue-furred wolf wasn’t quite enough to empty the establishment, though it did garner some curious stares, but a two meter, blue-furred wolf wrapped in the robes of a Jedi would have repelled every slippery sinner in the entire district. While that, frankly, would have been an improvement, it was counter-productive to the mission at hand.

Ah, the mission; at once grand and terrible. For this mission, Norkos had been imposing this disgusting bar upon his life for nearly a week, always sitting in the farthest table, in a corner, and watching. What he had seen were horrors that he could not bear to relate. The patrons of the bar were slimy and barbarous, caring for nothing but the satisfaction of their animal instincts in the most violent way possible. Their treatment of the entertainment was nothing short of appalling. And the entertainment itself; Twi’lek females, in such garb that left nothing to even the most primitive imagination, bearing all the marks of servitude, slaves of pleasure on their own planet. Innocent, in deed if not always in body. Norkos had come to free them from their bondage.

At least one was beyond his ability. Just that very night, the Jedi had been forced to watch a dancer be dragged into the abyss of bodies and her body used for the carnal pleasure of the patrons, oblivious to her screams and pleas, before being consumed almost totally. Norkos’ paw had gone to the hilt of his lightsaber, an act of the purest noble instinct, before good sense had taken over. It would do him no good to butcher these creatures, much as they deserved it; it would serve no purpose but to reveal himself and bring down the wrath of his enemies, enemies Norkos knew he had not the power to face alone.

But this next one, she would undo the strife. Norkos had become familiar with this pup. She was merely a child, yet she sang as if she were one of the levego, the wind spirits of his home. Her performances were the sole benefit of this reconnaissance, and Norkos permitted his eyes to close even as his ears opened, ready to let the divine sound wash over him.

[Foxfire]

As Reina calmed her frayed nerves, she remembered the first time she saw Je'Baru. -starting to sing again- Reina saw the hunger with in his eyes and the hollow loneliness of them too. She continued to sing the first song she sang to the blood covered noghri, fresh from the pit and at the very verge of a blood lust release. How he sighed and his pulse slowed. She could then see how powerful word in song were to beings who's minds were not strong.

That's it! She had a way out to rile this group up till she was able to make her escape. Wait what then? Was she just going to run into the night hoping to evade all the slavers and those other's here who were wanting her as well. For they too were just biding their time. Looking around as the song of lost poured from her lips. She saw three things it first was another twi'lek how was staring so hard at her she thought some thing was wrong with herself. Just as she was going to move her eyes away from that area she then noticed some thing she would never forget what was, a Jedi robe. So this one was back again all the better there was a possible helper in the escape.

But what shocked her the most was seeing a very familiar looking blade which was slid just through the static shield so as not to register an effect upon the shielding. When it got there she did not know but how it was obvious, her savior Je'Baru Nargruk. When had he came to the front or how he was able to move about so undetected she still could not fully understand. The Crystallized aluminum knife was his kinds blades and Je'Baru would not or have ever left a knife, which meant he was coming back and to be ready.

As the song ended she looked the crowd over the house was packed and even if the noghri was as good as he said he was he could not through this many people by himself. So he needed these mindless ones either fighting each other or so randy-up that they would not know what hit them.

Then is when she remembered a song that Je'Baru sung to her she first thought was a love song but 'noghri don't have love songs' as Je'Baru would often tell her it was in fact a chant of the warriors as they were stalking their prey. So in her best lover tones she started singing it in the noghri language.

(Occ-mind you I take no credit for these words)

With her skin changing to blood red and purple with harsh swirls and purple fire work like explosions-She sings.-Underneath a setting sun- Some thing wicked your way comes- Who am I? Just a dream ... Sent to take you, shake you, .... make you scream- Try to see - - there - behind my eyes- Be in me- -ah- you're hypnotized- Such a moon - rare - we shouldn't waste- Should I let you awaken? I can't resist! Look around you're forsaken- You scream - But there's nobody to hear- It doesn't matter- It's only you and me and all of your fears- So scream-


As she sings the rhythm of the band picks up and crowd grows dark and hungry. The very words carried by the force were having their way with the weakened of mind.

Looking toward Donnie-A Halloween serenade- Illusions shattered- Wait 'til you're really afraid- you're gonna - ah - ah!..... Run and hide - please- from my embrace- ... In the night -ah - Love to chase - Tell me no - tease- before we kiss- Nice and slow - ah - I live for this .... Should I let you remember? ..I can't resist! ...Gunna haunt you forever ..... Underneath the setting sun some thing wicked this way comes .....Who am I? Just a dream .... Sent to take you, shake you, make you scream ..... Try to see - deep - behind my eyes...... Destiny -ah- won't be denied..... Don't you know -sweet- you're what I need.... flesh and bone -ah- you're gunna bleed!


With the final words Reina shrunk back from the static field not afraid of what was coming but as if she was waiting to pounce like she had seen Je'Baru do many times before. As if on cue the crowd in the front of the stage started fighting. What those in the front did not see was when Reina shrunk back she lowered her self to slide away the noghri blade hiding it behind her. The drunken mass were already frothing at the mouths but the song sent them way over the edge. Knives were pulled and some one got off a quick shot before the blaster was sent flying and disappearing into the crowd behind them.

Reina was hoping that this was enough for Je'Baru or the Jedi to make their move, but it little mattered for she could see the slave guard rallying for the charge to the stage and quell the mob. Some had to happen she could feel it in what little of the force she could feel. The time was now the change was coming.

[The Conman]

Donnie's intoxicated self didn't fully comprehend what Reina was singing about. Though she did comprehend she'd been noticed, what for, wasn't immediately clear.

The Twi'lek started to feel more aggressive than she normally did...somehow feeling for Reina. Doneeda wanted to help her, to free the young one from her slavers. She it suddenly made sense, she needed to figure out how to create some chaos.

Donnie looked around. There was quite the selection of lowlifes, so it made sense that pretty much everybody was packing heat. The crowd was also starting to get somewhat more rowdy than usual. Her song was coming to a close, and the mob wanted more. Donnie started moving back, in preparation for her move.

Donnie took off her jacket and tied it around her waist, and sauntered upto a human who had a blaster on his hip. Approaching the man like she had a purpose, and with unblinking eye contact, he immediatley let her in. Doneeda put her right arm around him to embrace him, and locked him into a kiss. At the same time, and with practiced precision, she removed his blaster with her left hand, while pusing her pelvis into his, distracting him from her arm's movement. Her thumb expertly flipped the safety off as she put the blaster to his side. As another blaster went off in the background, and the crowd became a mob, she pulled the trigger.

The man jumped like he'd been hit with an electric charge. Donnie merely grinned, pulling him back in, and pulling the trigger once again, the man going limp with this shot.

Doneeda turned around, blaster now in her right hand, and immediately noticed the singer was gone. She'd probably taken cover, Donnie figured. It was also apparent that security was firing into the crowd. Donnie leveled her blaster with the nearest one, and fired off two shots. Hitting him squarely in the chest with one. She put the blaster back down, confirming he'd hit the ground.

As she was about to start moving, somebody put a hand on her shoulder. A dark green Twi'lek male. Donnie was about to blast him when he spoke in their native language.

I am a friend, young one. A few of my friends and I are with Soldiers of the Free, and we want to liberate that singer, as well as any other slaves who want freedom. I am called Alask.

Donnie stared at him for a second and lowered her blaster.

Doneedas'Oaknada.

((OOC: Doneeda's name in Basic is Doneeda Sok'nada, her native name is Doneedas'Oaknada. It was changed by the human barbarians when she was adopted. ))

She managed to get out, before a blaster bolt barely missed them, only to have it's source silenced by about 3 other blaster bolts converging on it's place of origin.

Donnie got up and took off for the bar, managing to cover the short distance in a matter of seconds, rolling over it and landing on her feet on the other side, before crouching behind it. Alask followed.

You guys got a plan?

She asked, peeking over the bar and squeezing off a few shots at the security. They'd called in their backup, easily doubling their numbers.

No, not really. We're going off the cuff with this one, we had a cunning plan that you have since covered in poodoo.

Donnie grinned. She peeked back back over the bar, squeezing off two shots and grazing one of the security guards, as she saw another STF member level the another security guard by endowing him with a superfluous hole in his cranium. Donnie cringed and went back behind the bar.

She looked over at Alask. He wasn't a bad looking guy, but his militant lifestyle had taken it's toll. He bore scars on his face, arms and was expertly accurate with his blaster. So far she'd seen him take down 3 guards, bringing the STF 's total to 9 so far, with Donnie, 10.

However Alask sat back down, back to the bar leaning against it.

We just lost two.

He said, dejectedly. Donnie put her hand on his arm, then peeked back over the bar. The club was a smoking mess, guards were in fist fights with patrons, patrons were looting the other bars for their booze and Ryll. There were blaster bolts flying from one side to the other.

Donnie was at a loss for what to do, she'd never been in a sustained firefight before. Though she knew how to use a blaster, she wasn't proficient with one.

Donnie put her back to the bar, and rested her head against it, trying to think of her next move.

((OOC: We're ready in the bar for the asplosions and mercs and bounty hunters to do their thing ))

[somedude]

Oh the music. That music; her music. The soothing, flowing, glorious sounds. The sweet melodies, the deep harmonies, the notes and the choruses and the beauty of it all. It was an intoxicating mess of sound and joy and delight that drifted though Norkos’ sensitive ears; swirling patterns of music, rich threads of sound weaving together into a great tapestry of ineffable beauty. It was enough to drive the stench of decayed morality far out of mind, replaced with the purest and most simple beauty of heavenly music.

Nelvaanian society was indeed simple, compared to the enormous wealth and technological wizardry of the Republic, but it was by no means totally lacking in social niceties; there was Nelvaanian art, Nelvaanian poetry, and yes, Nelvaanian music. As the Twi’lek slave’s heavenly song washed over him, Norkos was taken back to his childhood on Istenno, that the Republic calls Nelvaan, and the songs that the nursery mothers would sing to the pups. The melodies surrounded the Jedi with warm serenity, safety, taking him far from the brutality of men and the responsibilities of the Order.

Then the song stopped. And a new one began.

His great, blue brow furrowed. The warm, comforting feeling was replaced with something else, something Other, something foreign. Despite their warrior culture, the Nelvaanian people never lusted for death, preferring to kill only when necessary to survive. But, as the scent of fresh blood was filtered through his sensitive nose, that was precisely the urge Norkos felt. His beetle-black eyes few open to take in the scene, mere moments before alarm forced him to his feet.

The bar was in chaos. Pure, raw, unadulterated anarchy. At least half of the patrons had been armed, little surprise in a sanctum of villainy such as this, and were using their weapons to great effect, while the rest had entered the fray with improvised weapons, from broken bottles to chairs to their own gnarled fingernails. Scarcely a face was visible that had not been marred by some manner of sharpened object; the dull throb of adrenaline-fuelled heartbeat permeated the air, providing a sickly accompaniment to the slave girl’s song of blood.

Several hairs stood up on the back of the wolf’s neck; acting on instinct, he ducked out of the way even as a Muun was thrown bodily into the space he had once occupied. A mere twitch of the forearm later, and a thin metal cylinder was in the Jedi’s grasp. No. No lightsabers. Not yet. Too conspicuous. The weapon was returned to its place. The scent of blood was maddening; it was taking all of Norkos’ considerable patience to reign in his animal impulses. Throats screamed to be torn, his teeth and claws ached to be inserted into flesh matter.

There: the slave girl. She was still singing. She must be saved. This thought pushed its way through the haze of bloodlust, growing and pushing other ideas out of the way until it was all that remained, a flashing neon sign in the front of Norkos’ mind: Save The Girl.

Even amidst the tumultuous carnage that was taking place in the center of the bar, Norkos was a hunter; he was more than able to keep hidden. His lean frame skirted the outside wall, keeping to the shadows, balancing on the balls of his large feet to reduce noise. There was little attention paid to him; much of the violence had begun to concentrate into a dense pack of fury in the center of the building, but a few isolated pockets of carnage remained on the outside. One such, a Twi’lek dressed as a mercenary grappling with a Duros (bounty hunter, judging by the smell of blaster fire and damned souls), was particularly troublesome in blocking the only safe path towards the stage. In one instant, Norkos’ fingers wrapped around the hilt of his tor, the traditional bone dagger of his people, and in another instant the Twi’lek’s heart had been pierced from behind. The mass of flesh, blood, and bone hadn’t even hit the floor when Norkos plunged his dagger between the Duros’ vertebrae. Exactly two drops of blood fell from the body. None remained on the blade.

Norkos crept up behind the singer, shrunk against the back of the stage. Blade in her hand. Long blade. One of Norkos’ hands closed on her wrist, simultaneous with the other covering her mouth. No sound to give them away. ”I, Norkos; friend. No sound. Need out, away from battle.” His rough voice was the lowest rumble, directly into her ear. The crowd wouldn't be content to tear each other apart, not for long; they needed to get out, soon.

[Foxfire]

Yes it is working. The crowd before her turns into a ravaging blood thirsty mob. Now the timing is right for help to come, at least that is what Reina first thought but soon the static field started to loose strength in spots and Reina began to worry. That is until her left wrist was grabbed firmly and a second hand went to her mouth. Physically jumping in her skin Reina struggled a bit until the words.....

”I, Norkos; friend. No sound. Need out, away from battle.”

With those words Reina then felt the comforting presence of the light side of the force with in her.

the Jedi had indeed come but She knew that Je'Baru would not take kindly to any being holding on to her especially when he goes into one of his blood rages. She had to get the Jedi out of the room and some where more secured, the slave pit area. Those caged areas were by far and wide the most secured area here in the building. Also the Jedi would be able to hold out there until Je'Baru came and found them then it would be up to her to calm 'him' in return.

Tapping the Jedi's hand she pointed to the lower depths of the building. She was able to say in muffled voice.... Safe hiding till help comes.

She started to moved them off the stage and through the pit doors when the slave guards saw them then she bolted down into the depths with her Jedi in tow.

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enters Je'Baru Nargruk and company

The blood was flowing freely in the slave bar and Je'Baru could smell it and taste it. He wanted to taste it very badly but he had to lower number of living bodies with in the area before he could move further to get Reina. His gen tracker showed her moving into the lower levels.

Good girl my lov. Go to the lower levels, because thing are about to get really blood up here.

With that Je'Baru placed a remote thermo-det near the outside wall. Then stealthy moving well out of the way Je'Baru set it off. The whole room lit up with light and sound. Those unfortunate few who were close to the explosion did not to suffer much because in a blink of an eye they were vapor. As for all the others they went flying, this way and that, in parts and pieces. Others further from the low yield blast were sent flying and landing whole upon the bar floor.

The room was silenced for just a minute or two, that is until the outside world and being started to flood the gaping maw of a hole that was made. Je'Baru stood up with ears ringing from the blast he moved on to killing what few were left. With in the darkness lives were taken either by snapped necks or by a khabac in the back his traditional knives for hunting. The downed one were easy they were all ready laying down so slitting their throats was not hard. What became hard was dealing with the flooding number coming through the hole from the outside.

Taping his coms twice the reinforcements from outside opened fire. Ryver/Taym could always be counted on for a good body count but the new one that was with them, this War Krath Droid, he was not so sure. When he heard that familiar heavy fire being laid down by Ryver's dual M-61's and the boom of a pulse weapon firing he knew they were fine. Soon the beings that were at the hole hunkered down to return fire from inside. Je'Baru knew that going to kill these few was very foolish and he was right a pulse blast equal that to a small cannon blast hit just behind them and blasted them back outside.

The blasts shock wave also made for a second round of beings laid flat. Je'Baru moved quickly past the hole, a blur to anyone watching. Je'Baru soon was surrounded by five larger beings. Gripping firmly onto one of his norysh, a flat tri bladed disk used for either throwing or close quarter combat. He readied himself for some good old blood letting. As for Ryver/Taym and the WKD they had moved into view before the hole, blocking any being from further entering.

Ryver/Taym, sith assassin droid in blood red chrome armor, and .925 WKD, a full 6'10" war droid, stood back to back of sorts one towering over the other but each giving in body count that the military would loved to have. A wall of death they were and no more beings were getting through.

As for Je'Baru and the five that were towering over him, well in short words they did not last long because the noghri was and had been near a blood rage fit for quiet some time. It was just then he decided to give into the blood rage. His khabac shield gauntlet unfurled into a bladed shield of death. Hold it slightly in front of him the noghri dove and rolled toward the largest of the five. In a full sweeping motion he cut the legs out from under the being at the knees. As the being fell Je'Baru twisted and flicked his right arm upward gutting the being from groin to chin with the Norysh. Two of the beings opened fire upon him. This failed because his shield was by far larger than his current profile.

The smoke cleared and the noghri once again was on top of the beings before they were ready. A Khabac fired from the fanned shield and wrapped around the far most being. Je'Baru jumped and twisted to his right over the left shoulder of another and flicked a loop around it's neck. Then he bolted between this one and another to his right. The cord tightened and the two beings grabbed for their throat. The third being just simple fell to his knees and flopped upon the floor with it's left side opened up by Je'Baru's Norysh when he pasted between the two. When the last saw what had happened he ran for the bar. In hopes that it would provide cover but upon getting there he saw two being taking cover there. Pulling out his blaster to remove them he too suddenly and quietly went to his knees, flopping on his face with a two and a half foot Norysh embedded in it's back. Je'Baru just grunted and set the whip cord of his gauntlet to retract, which it simply pinched the heads off of the two being left alive.

Je'Baru wondered what was behind the bar, but he feared that because of his blood rage that he would kill those that did not want to fight. So slowly he walked over to the bar. With a predators grace the noghri moved into view of those behind the bar. Eyes a blaze with blood rage Je'Baru looked upon them. What he saw slowed his rage there was another twi'lek not like the slaved ones but probably a patron of the bar. Giving a sniff and a grunting snort he walked by them eying them as he moved by. Eyes so hungry for death that if they had moved he would eat them where they sat.

But a noise he did hear a slave guard came bounding over the bar after the noghri, wrong mistake in a blur and a noghri blood roar Je'Baru twisted his body using his stava skills he hit the guard's lower back nerve cluster locking the guards muscles. Then with out thinking he proceed to rip out the guards throat with his teeth. Raising his head he looked back upon the twi'lek and roared, an inhuman primal roar, and exited trough the lower slave pit door.

[The Conman]

The expression on Alask's face wasn't good. He cringed, as it was obvious they'd lost another one. Donnie realized this was turning from a fight into a bloodbath. The young Twi'lek poked her head up to assess the situation, which was bad. It wasn't that the security personnel were winning, quite the opposite.

Nobody was winning, it was utter chaos. Donnie looked around, then looked around the bar, and grinned. She was behind a bar...in a firefight.

Screw it...

She thought with a grin, slinking down behind the bar again amidst the gunfire and wails, and grabbing a bottle of one of the oldest vintages of some sort of native liquor. The young twi'lek pulled the cap off and took a swig, before crawling back over to Alask, and poking him in the ribs.

He looked over and chuckled, taking the bottle from her and taking a swig.

I can't believe you...

He said through a grin, before popping up and letting off a few bursts from his blaster. Donnie, however, wasn't too into doing the "hero" thing...that tended to get people dead. So she decided to have another drink.

He crouched back down, and pushed one of his leeku over his shoulder. Donnie held out the now noticeably less full bottle. He shook his head. Doneeda grabbed her blaster and decided to help, standing back up with him and squeezing off a few shots.

Then there was a bright light, a loud noise, then nothing.

An unknown time later, Donnie woke up on the floor, under something. Her ears were ringing, and she coughed, and spat a rather large quantity of blood out of her mouth onto the floor.

Where am I...

Was her first though. She looked around, it was a bar...she was still at the bar. Behind it.

Who's this...

She thought, looking at the limp green twi'lek laying on top of her.

Oh my gods...

She said out loud, realizing it was Alask. She poked him, and shook him, frantically trying to wake him up.

Alask! Hey, wake UP! She practically yelled, getting frustrated, and moving to grab one of his leeku to get his attention.

Doneeda reached around, expecting a fleshy tail, and was rewarded with a rather large chunk of metal. Sticking out of Alask. Doneeda's eyes went wide. She pushed the dead man off her and shuffled on her bum to the wall behind the bar, staring at the now dead form.

The young Twi'lek looked at her hands, and arms, and her top, which were covered in the still warm blood of Alask. Donnie hadn't ever had blood on her hands...nor had she ever been that close to somebody who'd just died. Donnie's eyes refocused on Alask. The way the shrapnel entered his body...and where he'd been standing...

He'd saved her life.

Donnie pulled her legs upto her chest and wrapped her arms around them, resting her head on her knees. She needed to clear her head. She was millimeters away from crying. Donnie closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, while she gently massaged the bottom bit of her right leeku.

Not now...not here.

She took another deep breath, and looked over at Alask, making a mental note to mention him in her prayers. She couldn't do anything else for him right now.

It was on this realization that it became apparent that the firefight had turned into a war. Donnie didn't even want to peek over the bar, she was in over her head. She sat back down with her arms around her legs, rocking back and forth, playing with her right leeku absent mindledly.

I'm a smuggler, not a frackin' soldier....

She thought to herself, tossing the blaster aside. Donnie was about to find a bottle of something to crawl up into before she got hit by a stray shot, when suddenly, as if a switch went off, the fire stopped.

The Young Twi'lek looked up as a squat, muscular, lizard-man walked over. Donnie didn't move. She had no idea if this thing was sentient, or somebody's pet. So she did what her instincts told her, stayed perfectly still, waiting to see what he'd do.

It looked her up and down, sniffed, then walked away. Donnie let her breath out, and stood up, seeing a few droids, and the lizard-man walking towards the way to the slave pens.

The Roar he let out made Donnie let out a small yelp and almost wet herself. Though she thought, he might be onto something. It suddenly made sense. Everybody there was after the Singer. She was probably in the slave pens, down below the establishment. It'd been a long time since she'd seen them, but if the young Twi'lek's memory served her, she though they'd be in for a firefight. The pens were typically guarded by a dedicated security team.

The slaves were the most valuable asset. In some cases, more than the building its self. Donnie'd seen slaves less attractive than herself go for as much as 20 000 credits to the right buyers. If this place was worth it's salt, which she could attest too, they'd only seen the tip of the iceburg with the security upstairs.

She looked over at the hole, and the death in the bar. Somehow, she was the only one alive, well, not dying that was. There were numerous wounded who were bleeding out, from what looked to be slash wounds. Donnie could only assume it was the Lizard man. She frowned.

He'd left her alive, probably though she was a bartender or a slave or something. Either way, he didn't necessarily want to kill her. There must have been a reason he'd let her live, Donnie thought.

Donnie picked up her blaster, and decided to follow them down. Even if they didn't want her to follow, they'd need an interpreter. Most of the slaves only spoke Twi'leki, though a few spoke basic, they wouldn't talk to their liberators.

Truth be told, they didn't think of it that way, the slaves. They saw their slavers as protectors. If they behaved, they'd get treated better..."the devil you know vs the devil you don't" was the motto often circulated amongst slaves, Donnie recalled. She strode quietly across the bar, staying a distance behind the Lizard-Man and his Mechanical crew as they descended into the Pens.

She didn't want to make her presence obvious, but Donnie figured if she was present, they might be able to get more of the slaves on their side. She didn't want to see anybody else die, if it could be avoided.

[somedude]

[OOC: Many apologies for the late reply; life has been hectic lately]

”Safe hiding till help comes.”

The minutest of predatory grins flashed across Norkos' snout. Not hide. Not hide at all. Norkos had not come to Ryloth to cower in the slave pits, he had come to deliver justice, and justice would be done.

One ear swivelled rapidly to the side, interrupting his thoughts. A footstep. Booted. Heavy.

Guard. They had been seen.

Norkos was pulled into the great door leading down to the slave pits, but he immediately took command of the situation. For the briefest of seconds, perhaps only as long as the space between heartbeats, a vibrantly blue shaft of light appeared in the dark hallway. In the next, the blade was gone and a large piece of metal was clutched in the Jedi's hand, before it was jammed up against the door. Perhaps it would buy them some time.

The wolf raised a finger to his lips, and beckoned towards the young Twi'lek, his message clear: Come, quietly. He was by no means immune to her plight; it must have been incredibly disorienting, one minute a singing slave girl, next minute infiltrating her prison. He knew this, was sympathetic to it, but knew what needed to be done. These predators, slugs without honour, needed to be brought down.

Norkos heard footsteps up ahead. Guards. Of course. With the riot going on upstairs, the slavers would be on high alert. He cast out with the Force, as best as he could, and only sensed one lifeform. Human. That was good; compared to other races, humans were soft and fleshy. Easy to take out. Motioning to the Twi'lek to stay put, Norkos crept through the shadows towards the guard, stupidly with his back to an opening. Must have been new. Every ounce of his prodigious grace came into play as the hunter stalked his prey, slowly drawing his dagger from its home.

And then it all went wrong.

The scene was straight out of a holovid. The dark assassin creeping up behind his prey, just about to strike, and an explosion echoed through the facility. Some must have thrown a grenade upstairs. This kept getting better and better. The sound was enough to cause the guard to turn and see the large, blue, wolf-like creature about to plunge a dagger into his neck. It took the poor human only a fraction of a second to let out a loud yell and pull up his weapon to defend himself, but he wasn't as quick as Norkos.

The Jedi's eyes closed as he allowed the Force to guide his movements. Moving at a speed most humans could only dream of achieving, the Nelvaanian warrior effortlessly batted the large blaster out of the way (even as it erupted in a hail of fire, creating large scars on the wall) and plunged his knife through the fleshy underside of the man's jaw, into his brain, killing him instantly.

Norkos retrieved his blade and wiped it on the man's clothing before returning to the ex-slave girl. He knew that they were running out of time. Between the mayhem upstairs and the attention that would be gathered from the now deceased guard, soon the entire force of this slaver tribe would be brought down upon them. They needed to complete the mission and get out. He didn't know his way around, not well enough anyway, but the Twi'lek did. She could help him.

“To slaves. Fast. Time small.”

[Foxfire]

As they made their way deeper into the slave pit, Reina tried not to watch as the Jedi did his work. She never cared to watch Je'Baru either for he often got a bit messy. So when the Jedi came back after dispatching a guard, heard what he said and nodded and went to a staging area. This area would have very little guards and easy access the the lower levels.

The only thing standing between them and the lower pens was an electronic lock with a palm scanner. She had see how thing worked and Je'Baru showed her the easiest way of dealing with such a lock. Looking around for guards she removed the khabac hidden from the small of her back. Taking it into both hands she tightly wrapped her fingers around the hilt. Raising it above her head she said a quick noghri prayer of guidance. Then she thrust the blade in a downward motion toward the mech lock. The blade swiftly and easily sunk into the lock. Sparks flew and a snap could be heard as the lock died. Upon opening her eyes she saw the door pop open with a very slight movement made by the mag-locks disengaging. With a gasp she pull the khabac from the lock and happy that that trick worked she waved the Jedi on into the deeper levels.

Getting to the deeper levels Reina had to walk past those that were being trained for the craft of being a slave. She wanted to free them all but she was just one person. Yet a ray of hope had come upon this darkened pit a Jedi was here and soon Je'Baru would come either would free and or level this place.

Far to the back is a cargo lift to the surface. That might help you to move as many as the slaves as you want to help. The central pens are better to defend they are triple layered and have shielded gates for each level and quadrant of it.

Reina pointed to the tall rise in the pit area that seemed to reach into the levels above. Reina hoped that this Jedi was smart enough to defend himself. She knew that the guards would not readily kill her, so she would be safe enough till Je'Baru came to find her.

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On the way down into the pit Je'Baru and the others did not talk they knew what had to be done. So upon getting to the slave levels Je'Baru just looked at Ryver/Taym and then growled at .925 and silently disappeared into the shadows. A few minutes later a scream could be heard briefly then silence. The noghri was back to what he did best removing any and all threats.

Ryver/Taym turned to a control panel and jacked in a few moments later the light started to go dark in the direction the noghri had stalked off to. Then Taym turn them to look upon the twi'lek that had followed them.


Well well well. I still see the noghri has a thing for head tails. Good for you that he does or you would be dead.

Ryver speaks up-Ya sweet little fleshie he would have gut you like he did to all those others. He told us that none would survive to escape this slave den. So much for a quiet non-presence extraction. But.... .... at least we did get to have some fun after all. That and we were more than likely recorded coming here and fighting our way into here. A deadly reputation is better than never being seen.

.925 turns to Ryver/Taym-If this is how your noghri acts then he might want to meet a noghri that I know. These two seem to have the same mind set. .... My long range scans are picking up ten guards coming this way. I shall dispatch them and return.

The war Krath droid stomped off to a lit area of the floor. Soon the air was filled with blaster fire and the heavy thumping of a pulse assembly weapon going off. Taym turned them back to the Twi'lek......

Well what brought you hear...except for the sex slaves and the contraband?

[The Conman]

Donnie had been quietly following the four for awhile, trying to stay out of sight, but not too out of sight. She didn't want them to think she was dangerous, but didn't want to startle anybody either...though, subtlety wasn't her strong suit. The pair of droids had noticed her.

She smirked, they were combat models, that much was obvious. Though the level of personality they'd developed was interesting. Most of the literature on combat droids she'd reviewed in her time indicated they weren't great conversationalists. She was apparently wrong. The young twi'lek stood up straight, and walked in so she could be better seen, closing some of the distance between them, and watching the other walk off to go "dispatch" the guards, before responding in basic.

Wel...da spice'an'da gurls, I's 'ere cause I's livin', annI don'thin da lizar'man spea' Twi'leki.

She said, trying to make her patched together basic as good as she could.

Ann' Da'one. I'duno, bu'I wan'alp choo...

She continued, pointing at Reina momentarily. As Donnie strode over to her, the smaller one's statue became apparent. On the stage, she looked considerably taller, her voice certainly sounded like it was coming from somebody twice her size.

I's alzo goda 'ouse da godo, dinkan 'head.

Donnie said, tapping her temple with a finger at the end of the sentence.

choo'guyz don'ave a place da hi'doyah? I's knowin choo don'...

She said, motioning to Reina.

I's ca'hi yah'all til'da fuzz gowway, nah'all o'dem 'ere, bah da lizzman, drois, an you'course.

She said, once again motioning to Reina.

Truth be told, Doneeda didn't want to take Reina to bed, she wanted to help her. Being a slave sucked. She had personal experience, if she could help somebody escape it, Donnie would do anything she could to make it happen.

She had a place to go, somewhere the authorities wouldn't bother looking, and if need be, an alternate way off the planet.

So wahyall say'n? If naddin'else, I's a Pilot, I'ma helpin' tha'way too, eef I ca'.

She added.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OCC- this post mainly explains how Je'baru and Zett get to Ryloth from Alderaan))

After leaving Alderaan and the hunt behind to help the mad man Zett knew as Je'baru Zett mainly rested on the way to Ryloth and did do the flying when the auto could not which was not often, only during take off and lading. upon coming to Ryloth Zett started up the scanners to find out where Reina could be it did not take long to find out that she was in a slave traiding bar. Zett landed the ship to let the first load of guys out, but then landed a bit farther away after they all left he also made sure he had a link of the smart computer in order to call it if need be.

Zett left the ship and went to the bar that was not to far away to find out that Je'baru and the others had made a door for Zett.

aww how sweet.
Zett smirked and entered the hole in the side of the building to see a few unfriendly fellows greet him with blaster fire.
Although it would have been nice if he did not miss any.
Zett pulled out his own blasters and started to go on the offense making his way to the bar itself taking a few of the goons out on his way. Zett tossed out a thermal det at the main part of the thugs the explosion was tied to his H.U.D and he only laughed as the goons scattered away from the thermal that was not armed.
this also gave Zett a good distraction in which he took out even more of the goons. then the goons must have forgot about the thermal det because now the rest where now standing with-in range of the grenade. Zett then set it off finishing the last of them.

Zett then made his way to where Je'baru and the others where.
Hey green bean two things first of course you did mess a few, and second what i mess? He said to Je'baru and the group that looks like they had been busy.

[Foxfire]

Before hearing the new comers voice he could smell him even with him covered in blood and the befowled stentch of the slave pits, Zett Rem. The two of them had split for a bit which was find for Je'Baru. After all this was something important he had to start. the slaver had to know what they were dealing with first not his freinds sneaky sneakyness.

Hissing..Bout time Rem. you should know those that were still alive was not my doing. Nor my present concern, Reina is and now hell or demon will stop me from finding her. Got it. So do as Marcus taught you and get to work. Take what you want in compensation from these corpuses they won't need it any longer.

Je'Baru moved on down the narrow halls of the slave pit. He had left the droid near the other twi'lek in hope they would draw fire and search for Reina while in the pit. Je'Baru knew Zett to be an OK hunter but what this one had be doing since Marcus' death he did not full know nor care too.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett struck a nerve with his last question, And simply rolled his eyes at the little green man.
What i would like is to know about Marcus' hiding hole but now I'm starting to think you don't know where it is.
Zett had spoke loud enough to be heard by the others and he knew it. He also knew none would try to hurt the man because Zett was the only one who knew where the ship was.
Zett picket up money and other valuables of the dead men before catching up with Je'baru.
OK any sign of your Princess?