Blood Feud (closed)

[Foxfire]

Slaved help is always needed when trying to take over the verse. What is more someone is always needing to guard those precious beings being slaved out. So getting hired on is the really hard part, but when you have a reputation for harsh work ethic and always finishing a mission no matter the odds, then getting a job like this was easy. For Je'Baru Nargruk life and death were the same as breathing.

Je'Baru a noghri hunter was on yet another mission one that could not be put off, a Blood feud. Feuds had came and went but a noghri blood feud lasts till all being of that clan are either dying or dead. He was on his way to find the last of the known Wroth to end the feud one way or the other. His name and honor was at stake not because lately he was being hunted by the republic for a racial identity mistake but because his family had came to an end on the day he left his home world.

Waiting in the cargo bay of a troop transporter Je'Baru was the first to touch ground and start ushering the miserable being off to the eternal life of servitude. Reina would never have under stood the reasoning behind Je'Baru's current line of thinking, but she was not here and it did not matter to him what she thought right now. It did not involve her nor will it ever after the final meet with this Cho Wroth.

The final slave was pushed aside and the crew was allow some down time but it was limited to the landing pad only. For a noghri trained by the best race of hunters and a bounty hunter who was more mysterious than the universe Je'Baru had no problem slipping by the watchful eyes of the crew. Taking a long walk down a canyon in the direction of much cargo and slaves that had been marched off to he paced himself. The sun beat down on his gray blue skin no cloak no hiding what he was. Je'Baru did not know Sith and their ways but he knew hunters and to walk onto the hunting grounds of a top predator then forwardness was the best option.

The heat of the day beat down upon him as he shouldered his backpack with always carried about thirty remote thermo-dets at anyone time. Over confident some would have said crazy was another, but for Je'Baru his life ended the day his family died. Nothing not even death was going to hinder his search for the last of the Wroths. Sniffing the wind he got very minute tracing of beings. The trail ended for Je'Baru as he neared the Valley of the Sith Lords. He could not see any trace of sentries but he could feel their gaze upon him. Looking high in the rocks and at darkened shadows of which he knew would be perfect placements for strike zones.

Stopping at the far end of the valley Je'Baru Nargruk stood in silence awaiting for what or who he did not know. Who he wanted might not even be on planet on some fool's errand. Taking one of his khabak from under the backpack he then shouts.....

I await the one called Wroth bring him forth if he is not a coward and face me. The blood feud is in the last days. Either this day end with his blood upon the ground or my own. The Rakata God's demand the stronger be the victor.

[Rugs]

The heat of the day found one Nieraan Onin perched lazily out on the Temple's entrance, wasting time. He'd spent most of the early hours out and about, to get some training for himself in while his student yet slept. Cadyren's training would come later in the day; Nieraan still needed time to keep his own skills sharp, after all.

He'd ventured out into the wilderness beyond the Temple and into a rocky cavern that was nestled in a niche at the far end of the Valley. Shyracks and the like filled it, along with the occasional Hssiss. Killing the beasts was simple, almost brainless work in and of itself, but fighting creatures that barely knew their heads from their asses gave Nieraan a chance to experiment with his abilities a bit. Further hone the skills he was good at and find time to practice ones he was yet learning. It helped that he enjoyed being able to kill something; slaughtering students in the sparring rings was something the leadership frowned on.

Now he was back, laying lazily on the top of a low stone wall that ran up along the stairs. His black and blue streaked hair drifted around his head as a toasty wind blew in from the valley, but it didn't bother him much. Temperature rarely did, unless it swung to one extreme or the other.

His clothing was a bit dirty: rust red dust stained the long white sash that hung from his waist, and his jacket had spots of Shyrack blood on it, but again, he didn't really care. It'd get cleaned off at some point.

As he lay there on the rough stone, with his mind drifting across an array of topics, he felt a presence moving in the valley. Hardly surprising, with his senses as attuned as they were. At first he opted to largely ignore it, figuring it must have been another Sith coming back from Force only knew wherever. It wasn't like he was a Temple guard, anyway.

But, as the being came closer, he bothered to tilt his head enough to the side to take a lazy glance out and noticed the figure looked, from a distance, like Wroth. "Even more reason to ignore him" he muttered with a snort and turned his head back up to the pillar he'd been staring at a moment ago.

Still, the person didn't feel like Wroth. Whoever they were, they couldn't use the Force, as far he could tell. Interesting...

And then the person blurted out some challenge or something. Apparently they had some beef with Wroth. It was kind of hard to tell with them yelling from down the valley. Get it line, Nieraan thought with an annoyed roll of the eyes.

Nieraan turned onto his side with an annoyed sigh and looked down at one of the Temple guardsmen. "Hey, you. Go out there and see what the idiot yelling from down the valley wants. Take a friend if you want. Shoot him if he does something stupid."

A few of the guards looked at Nieraan, unsure which one of them was 'you.' But in the end, a Nikto with pale green scales took the lead and started down the steps, motioning for a blonde Human man to follow suit.

Nieraan just rolled back onto his back and waited to see what came of it.

[timtank]

The day was young and little to do, almost never anything to do. He had proven to be a failure in every sith mission in the last two weeks. He was not gaining any favor what so ever, killing was so easy when he was but a dark jedi. Now part of something greater he is again failing his masters. This just builds more rage, more hate, and a stronger drive. Although he had no work of any kind today, so a walk would be in order.

He found himself at the steps only to find that creepy sith again, Nieraan. Each time the meet Zanabar feels ever more uneasy, despite this being there third meeting. The Brutish Zarbak growls to catch Nieraan's attention after the Acolyte was throwing around orders to guards. Did Acolyte hold the power to order those men around. Well that mattered not, the moment Zanabar catches Nieraan attention he would speak.

"Nieraan... Are you afraid? Why do you not meet this stranger yourself? For all you know you could be sending those fools to there deaths.... Such a sad excuse for a man you are Nieraan..." Laughing at this point, he wanted the Sith to react, for once. Although he would watch the stranger below as well, still no jedi or force user what so ever. This made him seem harmless in Zanabar's eyes as he chooses to stay at the top of the step, hand close to his lightsaber in the event of danger.

[Rugs]

Zanabar...

Nieraan sighed from where he was laying, still looking up at the top of a column. He'd felt the presence of Zabrak approaching before he showed up. Now he was bothering him. And here I was hoping he'd gotten lost out in space somewhere...

"What do you want?" He asked, voice edged with annoyance at being disturbed. Especially by Zanabar; as far as Nieraan was concerned, Zanabar wasn't much better than Wroth was. At least Cho proved to be amusing at times.

"Nieraan... Are you afraid? Why do you not meet this stranger yourself? For all you know you could be sending those fools to their deaths.... Such a sad excuse for a man you are Nieraan..."

It was tempting to just roll onto his side and fry the moron, but it wouldn't be worth the effort. Nieraan sighed, shaking his head slowly and sighed again. "I think you should worry about actually accomplishing something before you go opening your mouth, Zabrak." He was annoyed, and it showed in his voice, but he had yet to even look at Zanabar--he was looking up, as if his conversation were being held with the ceiling.

"And I'm not moving because I have better things to do than go see what the idiot wants." Like laying out as he currently was. "As always, you talk big, but you've gone nowhere. If you're so eager, go out and look. Til then, shut up."

[Foxfire]

Je'Baru had to only wait for a few minutes till he saw movement upon the steps of the temple. Two beings came into his view one had been laying down another by all looks a guard of sorts. Of course the guard was sent out to "check him out". Inside Je'Baru laughed.

To lazy to be bothered by a non-force user. How pathetic and stupid the Sith have gotten. 'Their power is their weakness.'

The last words were what Marcus always said about the bigger of the bounties and the enemy that would before them.

So not standing still waiting he walked forward. With each step Je'Baru took back to his master's training calming his heart focusing his mind and reading for a kill. Yet a kill here might make things difficult for him, so a stava maneuver would be necessary. Nearing to the target of the temple guard he saw just a few spots to hit, under the arm pit and to the back of the neck.

When they closed the gap between them to four feet the guard held out his right hand in a halt go no farther gesture. Wrong choice for him. Je'Baru quickly grabbed the right arm with his right hand and striking the nerve cluster under the arm. Je'Baru was a bit surprised that worked but he kept his mind closed and twisted the right arm of the guard and struck the guard with the pummel of his khabac in the back of the neck. Je'Baru spat upon the fallen guard. Looking at the guard's startled eyes and realization of what happened Je'Baru must have assumed that this one was more focused in knowing that a non-force user would be no trouble.

As he shifted toward the steps the guard again tried to move now seeing and sensing the greater danger of the high explosives that were awaiting to be released. Je'Baru tugged upon the packs cinch string and a single remote det dropped into his right hand. Dropping it it rolled back toward the fallen guards position to stop with in inches of his face.

Looking at the steps Je'Baru now saw two sith there, the first he saw now sitting up and a new one having words of not the friendly kind. Bitterness and hatred will be what slows them down. Again another of Marcus' words of wisdom echoed in his mind. The thought of the words and Marcus' death gave him a focus and made his adrenaline surge. This which made the haired slug upon his head twitch and respond by taking the adrenaline and turn into a sort of battle-stems

He could feel his muscles harden and his focus sharpen and his reactions become more heightened. Which gave his walk and odd sort of floating as if he too was filled with the force.

I say again. Where can I find Cho Wroth?

[timtank]

Zanabar would allow his sith comrade to speak before growling again. "Well, if you have accomplished so much why do you still have the same rank as me? I am still within my first month as a sith you fool... Do not pretend to be my superior..." The Zarbak looks away as his thoughts turns to the strange man who looked like Cho. Zanabar took his lightsaber in hand and holds it behind his back in case of attack, although he felt no reason to act right away.

Now that the swift take down of the guards was done, Zan would say "Stand, Nieraan... You must never drop your guard..." Zan was thinking about finishing the man and Nieraan, in order to "Accomplish" something, but that would have to wait for later. The beast asked for Cho and Zanabar decided to grin before saying "Why would we know such a thing? And if we did... Why would we tell you?"

(Sorry for the crappy post, school, and now a job... But I will Post ASAP and hope its better then this lol.)

[Rugs]

"I would imagine my troublesome ways have something to do with it, Zanabar," Nieraan answered boredly. He hadn't exactly become best friends with Iniquitous during their encounter, and he didn't really feel the need to spell it out for the Zabrak; if Zanabar was too stupid to grasp what he meant, there wasn't much to be done for him.

"As for acting like your superior, give me reason to think your worth your wait in shyrack crap and we'll talk about it."

For the most part, Nieraan ignored Zanabar after that. He wasn't stupid; just because he was stretched out and didn't look like he was paying attention to anything beyond himself didn't mean he wasn't paying attention. Let the idiot think I am, he mulled as he watched the guard walk out to meet the intruder.

He'd had almost hoped that the creature further down the valley would've had enough sense to do something completely idiotic. That way, he could continue to lay out comfortably where he was and maybe even let Zanabar handle it. Apparently, that was asking too much.

The Noghri--for some reason--thought it prudent to attack one of the guards unprovoked, and then continued to waltz on toward the Temple.

Well that just wouldn't do.

Sighing in annoyance, Nieraan sat up and hopped down from the wall. Already, the guards that had stayed behind were moving to the top of the stairs, leveling their rifles at the Noghri. Nieraan strolled along, seemingly unconcerned, though he did unclip a lightsaber from his belt as he turned at the landing at the top of the stairs. It was the green one--a weapon he'd plucked from the body of a Jedi he killed. He doubted the interloping idiot would be worth one of the lightsabers he'd made himself.

He turned at the landing at the top of the stairs and walked down two steps as the guards lined up at the top. This put him in front of Zanabar, though he stood on the other side of the wide steps. As he watched the Noghri come forward, he reached out to start tapping on the Force.

"I say again. Where can I find Cho Wroth?"

Zanabar answered, and Nieraan snorted and shook his head. Hasn't changed.

"Where Wroth is isn't your biggest problem now," he called out. "It might have been, but you just had to go a screw it up for yourself." His lips twisted into a cruel, malevolent smile. "Pity, eh? Instead you had to come and attack one of our guards."

The Force suddenly swelled into Nieraan and he made a lazy gesture with his free hand at the Noghri. He willed out invisible hands, seeking to grab the Noghri and pin his limbs together and lift him into the air. With his strength, he had little doubt it would work.

"Funny thing, really, but that's not taken to very kindly here."

[Foxfire]

Je'Baru quickly felt his arms being pinned to his side and then being lifted into the air. The words of the Sith were rhetorical to the noghri. Je'Baru did not struggle at this point the attention was now on him.

Finally a response of power from the famed Sith powers. What a shame that it is being wasted on a norm like me but, . . . then Je'Baru spoke in noghrish a single word meaning 'dead man'. . . . every being has their way of dealing with outsiders.

A two second gap between he speaking in noghri did the remote det activate yet it was not the only one that did. All 29 other dets started silently blinking in the back pack.

From you look and your first response to me you are not the first of the Sith, the Overlord as you call him. So if you were him you would not have captured me here but when I was getting close to his throne of power. Also you are....sniffing the air.....you know this Wroth and have a pack hatred with him.

Lowering his head and smiling Je'Baru had Marcus' teaching running through his mind. Knowing who you are hunting, first know the others hunting. From the way he was being treated this Cho was making trouble for himself. Dropping the khabac toward the feet of the sith holding him Je'Baru spoke again.

If the noghri is a bother give him this and his troubles will double. I know Sith look for power and station over each other, with this you will have some thing over the noghri in your midst. He will also know how close an enemy has come for a blood feud.

The haired slug was pumping more stimulation fluids as he spoke and now he tested the strength of this sith's power. He stopped as his short range coms bleeped for him to return to the ship. He knew now that he might have to get another ride off this planet.

To show my gratitude for this I shall help you and only you when you need it.

[timtank]

OOC:Well, Zan has nothing to say or do at this moment, so Rugs, go on...

[Rugs]

Nieraan lifted a brow when the Noghri dropped a spear. What in the world was he expecting him to do with it? Thinks I'm gonna go along with his silly Noghri ways, probably. If he was concerned about whatever beef the fool had with Wroth, he might have done that.

The problem was, he wasn't.

Wroth having more enemies out in the Galaxy didn't surprise Nieraan at all, really, and it was of little concern to him. If someone else offed the Noghri, then it was an annoyance dealt with, and the result would be just the same as if Wroth managed to off himself if some way or another. Right now, Nieraan's concern was what exactly he'd do with the interloper.

"Your pledge is nice and all," he said, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as he leaned lazily on the short stone wall that ran up along either side of the stairs, "but I don't think I'd have much use for someone dumb enough to walk up to the Sith Temple and attack one of our guards."

Mention of the guard drew Nieraan's gaze to the fallen man for a moment. Some small, blinking object had been dropped on the ground near his face. Looks like some kind of weapon. Explosive, probably... Nieraan sighed and looked back at the Noghri that was still held suspended in the air.

"Oh, and by the by, I wouldn't kill him, if I were you." He shrugged lazily and gestured at the guards lined up at the top of the steps behind him with his head. "I don't really care much what happens to him, but they might. Besides, then I might be obligated to do something back to you." The pointed tip of one of his canines showed as he smirked, letting the meat of that threat hang unspoken.

"Course," he went on after a few moments, "that brings up the question of what to do with you. You don't get to come here, attack one of us and leave, you know." If he could have his way the Noghri would have been dead already; the quickest way to deal with a pest was to squash it.

Fortunately for the Noghri, Nieraan wasn't quite sure that was proper protocol for the situation.

[Foxfire]

Je'Baru listened intently to the Siths words and found that minor bit of emotion that told him that the sith could careless of the matter between Cho and him.

What a bother are all sith so spineless and stupid. The words echoed with in his mind. He knew from the time he placed a foot upon the sith planet his life would be forfeit, thus for the insurance of the dead-man remote detonation protocols he up loaded in his gauntlet.

I had thought you sith were more for action and not words was I wrong. From the time I came here Sith have just watched me nothing more. I had thought that a challenge would have been issued for my right to be here. Yet the only action I have seen was only after I took down one simple Sith guard, pathetic.

As for what to do with the flash of tech over there it's not for him it's for me. You have heard of dead-man triggers, that one plus others are rigged to trigger when or if my heart stops for any length of time whether I die or not.

My intention was not what you sith called hostel but common for my race. Is required when a challenger is called out. Cho did not come so the next of his clan would have to take his place in the duel. This one though is unworthy to be such. Fighting would not have been needed if you had simply called out giving Wroth's last known location. I would have left and you would not be having to trouble your sleep stirred, . . . much.

Je'Baru looked from the sith holding him to the other. Then while holding the others gaze he spoke again.

If the sleepiness of the noon day is to much for you maybe another of the same rank or your group would be willing to give me the needed information and solve your dilemma for you, after all you do look a bit tired.

[Foxfire]

There is no further reason to post to this post. The posting of this thread is epic and a failure in all senses of the word. Will PM all who have took the time to type here sorry for troubling.