Series of Unfortunate Events (Closed, Denon)

[Derriphan]

It had been months since she had seen eye or ear of Kozeph. On a whim for what ever reason he left her on the planet of Denon. Knowing she'd be realtively safe within the billions of people on the planet. Kozeph gave her a sum of money and with this she took it to the darker, and deeper parts of Denon where she started to fashion a life for herself, or what she liked to call a life. At least it was better than being a slave, or so she had come to believe. Finding her niche, she became a worker at a droid repair shop, and the owner being nice, to her surprise, let her live in a small room in the back of the shop.

One, he didn't have to pay for security, and two it came out of what little pay she received, but she couldn't complain. For the past few months she had worked in his shop and took what little Kozeph had taught her about the force and tried to better herself. In the little storage room there was just enough room to move around, to do exercises with her light saber. These exercises only occurred in the dead of night when she was sure that no one else would hear her practices. When she wasn't practicing she was then mediating and honing her force skills. Moving objects without touching them, pushing objects with force pushes. The few things her master had taught her, and she focused on these things to the best of her ability without training.

Although some day's when she decided to take a break from it all and put her mind at ease she was traverse Denon and look for a cozy food place or bar where she could rest her mind and body at. Walking the streets she wore a black cloak of sorts, with a form fitting outfit that Kozeph had purchased her a few months ago. Hanging on her side was a light saber, which was hidden underneath the cloak. Her golden eyes peered from the depths of the cowl as she looked at the various places. Then she found one that was called "Clicks Place" and she guessed that maybe the owner was named, Click? Heading into the bar she sat herself in one of the booths as she eyed the menu before her.

Hrm, what sounded good? She wasn't much of a drinker like Kozeph was, so maybe she'd just settle with some food with the few credits that she had.

[kt]

Oh how Torran loved a job well done. At the present time, Denon was playing host to a certain Kel'Dor Sith, currently in the middle of enjoying a nice drink at an establishment known as "Click's Place". Not but a few days prior had Torran accepted a mission given to him by his superiors to feed false information to the Republic via an Imperial soldier-turned traitor. Days of tailing him payed off, the traitor had made his way to the busy planet Torran found himself on now, waiting for the right moment to give implant the false information before ending the traitor.

As predicted, the man was to wait for his contact in a back alley in a rather questionable part of the city, never a good place to be whilst being hunted. The job was quick and painless, Torran had used the Force to manipulate the man's mind from the shadows, feeding the false information smoothly. After the traitor gave what he perceived to be important data regarding the Sith, the Republic contact quickly left, leaving the man all alone. It was subtle, Torran again using the Force to choke the man, cutting his ties to the living as he was denied oxygen. With the deed done, Torran hid the body and proceeded to make his way to his current location.

With a sigh, Torran scanned the rest of the building with halfhearted interest, nobody worth his notice so far...wait. A curious eyebrow was raised as Torran's goggled eyes caught the quickest glimpse of a lightsaber on the belt of a young woman, one with cat ears no less. The weapon receded fast back under the slender young woman's cloak as she sat down, interesting. With his curiosity now piqued, the Initiate used the Force to stretch out and feel the girl's presence, taking a minute to try and analyze her. Definitely force sensitive, that much was certain, but she was weak, there was much room for improvement. If he played his cards right, she might make a decent student, Torran had never thought himself the teaching type but who knew? For now, he would wait, letting things unfold before he made contact.

[Derriphan]

She settled on one of her more favorite dishes. A certain kind of fish, most likely imported to this planet and a side of chips or more commonly known as "fish and chips". While waiting for her order she asked nothing but simple water and after receiving her glass of water she felt something touch her. Her ears admittedly perked up from the depths of the cloak as her eyes seemed to glow golden from its hidden depths as her eyes scanned the room for the presence that tested her. Panic, quickly erupted in her but she did her best not to let it show. What feared her most was that her old master has found her, using someone who was stronger in the force to track her down.

Although she really wanted to doubt it, what was the likely hood that they would track her to this planet with this many people in this particular bar? She was going to keep on guard, but before she knew it her fish and chips were laid on the table and she jumped in her seat. Not even noticing the Twi-lek waitress put down her food she put her hand to her heart, and gave the women a polite smile. Who apologized for startling her, but quickly went off to go serve another customer. Kharr, more idle than ever slowly ate the fish and chips. Keeping an eye on the room and for who ever touched her presence.

It made her completely nervous that someone had touched her in the force, it had been so long since she felt this experience that it was absolutely startling, and to whom ever touched her, they could surely tell that she was on guard from the predator.