What is it about?! [OPEN!!!]

[timtank]

Such a calm place, almost totally peaceful. Well peaceful when compared to the ongoing war. Although despite appearances had seen it's fair share of conflict and death over the pass few months alone... Once home to a temple of the jedi order in the days of old, few knew all the details. The planets history as well as it's current overlords did not mean anything to the Zarbak Sith in the making. He had chosen to take position here by request from his higher ups. He has yet to preform any major task for the order, or even kill a jedi while a Sith. So this place also proved to be something of a proving ground for the Zarbak. He sits queitly on a nice chunck of farmland simply because of the solitude which it afforded him. He cared not for the Sith much, he simply wanted to be part of something greater, dispite the order seeing him as little more than a dog. What he could do to prove himself was not yet clear as he had not even mastered his emotions to the fullest, so what could he hope to acomplish like this?

The gentle sunlight and cool air was delightful on his skin as the dark jedi prepared himself for a light exercise to sharpen his senses for when they were really needed. Men could be sheep or wolves and even the dullest of men could tell Zanabar was no sheep. If his build and race was not evidence enough then he would have to prove it with his saber.
With practised ease his hand drew the sabre from his belt and ignited it. The beam dangerously close to his bare chest. With the grace of an experinced dancer Zanabar arched his back and slashed behind him, disembowling an imagnery foe. following with a combo of strikes forward as if striking down a number of enemies.

Straightening his back he parried a pretend attackers strike that would have otherwise lanced his heart and decapitated the foe in turn with a vicious repoist, rolling his wrists Zanabar two-stepped into a thrust motion before turning smoothly in a sweeping guard and falling to his knees. Turning off his saber he would start to meditate.

His thoughts were on his job and his lack of control. He did not wish to fall to his own recklessness mostly do to jedi teaches that still held power in is mind. Jedi ways that still creeped about claming bits of his life. Most Sith never meditate yet Zanabar did this often. There was rumors of jedi and troopers being close to his location and he was expected to scout the location, discover if the intel was correct. Although he felt no need to rush, he allowed his mind to join with the force for a while and not just dive into his work. He soon sensed life forms near and stands to face whatever it may be.

[Othorious]

High above the planet's surface a pitch black fighter roared through the clouds leaving a bluish vapor trail behind as it did. The cockpit was tinted a dark red so that none could see within, but the pilot had a crystal clear view of overthing outside. The fighter suddenly lurched to the right as it engaged in a barrel roll past a mountain formation and began to descend as it leveled out. The fighter skimmed dangerously low to the surface before rising higher to avoid a number of hills in it's path, and finally banked right to pass by another mountain. The pilot within the fighter leveled out his fighter as a small landing pad came into view, and he quickly slowed his descent and with graceful ease he landed the ebony fighter on the pad.

The cockpit hood popped open with a sharp hiss, and a darkly dressed figure leaped from the top as mechanics came to refuel and tend to his ship. A wirey and frail man adorned with the trappings of a Imperial Officer ran up to the figure and bowed quickly and uttered, "My lord we were expecting you... We have been told to keep your fighter contained while you go on your task..." The figure nodded and pulled back his hood, pulled down his facemask and removed his goggles. The officer faltered a bit as the figure's face was revealed, a cleanly shaved and cut humanoid face with the skin color of blood. A pair of elongated black horns jutted from his skull and curved upward towards the sky, the figure's mouth twisted in a cruel sneer as he replied, "Enough of the pleasentries Commander... I have my orders and you have yours, good day." The figure would dismiss the Commander with a wave of his hand and slowly stride towards the nearby hills.

Normally a small Sith landing pad wouldn't be found on a Hutt Controlled world like Ylesia, but the Empire has paid the Hutts to let them construct one such as this. It made no difference to the horned being, he came here for a purpose and he was going to fulfil it. The figure looked at the chrono on his wrist and nodded, it was high noon, perfect timing. The figure stood ontop of a tall hill overlooking the grasslands and scanned the horizon, and finally spotted the one he sought. With a sly smile the being suddenly leaped across the gap to another hill and landing with graceful percision down right ontop of it. He rose to his full height, and it was clearly obvious this massive creature of destruction was well over seven feet tall.

With a sniffle he leaped across again to land at the base of the hill the Zabrak was perched on, and glared upward at him. He would cross his arms across his chest and spoke in a deep baritone voice, "So... you must be the one I seek yes? The one called Zanabar?" He shifted his weight from one foot to another as he spoke again, "I am Asmodeus..."

[timtank]

The spirit he felt as a dark one, likely darker than his own. This being was clearly a Sith when the tall horned figure made his way over to Zanabar. He looked up at the Zarbak and spoke, "So... you must be the one I seek yes? The one called Zanabar?" Nodding his head and allowing a smirk to cross his face.This being was tall and devil like, but was he powerful? Zanabar could not tell but at the time did not care.

"I am Asmodeus..." Laughing a bit Zanabar would say "So.... Your a Sith knight? do you understand why we are here Devaronian? So do you plan to take the lead demon?" Zanabar knew this, thing was of higher rank than he but it mattered not as he felt stronger. He would follow this Asmodeus as expected for now, but the Devaronian gets no trust from Zanabar. He puts his saber to his side and walks to the towering demons back and said "We will move when your ready for I have no plans to get to know you... or slow use down... " Crossing his arms at his chest a dark smile appears and Zanabar simply paused as he waits for response.

[Othorious]

Asmodeus would growl slightly at this one's arrogence, most Sith of course were, but that usually led them to get killed. Asmodeus had learned to control that sense, but of course he succumbed to it like he many a times succumbed to his lust for violence and bloodshed. He kept his hands at his side as he turned to face the smaller Sith and smirked, "I could say the same, I laughed at the idea of being sent here to aid a newblood like you, but of course the will of the Council is greater than my wants and needs so I had to comply, otherwise I would've found a more constructive task to do, not babysit an arrogent Zabrak"

He would now cross his arms against his chest as he looked down at the Zabrak, "I just hope you can keep up, I've heard rumors of the newbloods being rather slow in the noggin'." He would smile again and suddenly bound across to the opposite hill without even moving his upper body, landing down on the soft grass with the graceful percision of a predator. What some people do not know about Asmodeus, is that is not just physically strong like a brute, he is also fast and nimble, being able to easily sprint and run long distances despite his large form.

His eyes would scan across the mountain ranges and grasslands, resting on the sight of a rather large city just a few dozen klicks out. From his quick scan it appeared to be a port city, probably one the Hutts use to traffic their various goods, whether they be legal or not. It was a good place to start, perhaps they'd run into a challange. He'd hate it to just be another boring trip, and he hasn't tasted the bitter sweet taste of combat since Iridonia. He chuckled, the terrified faces of Iridonian Zabraks he slew that day made a bit gitty with joy. Now he really had the lust for blood, his breathing became heavy and his eyes gleamed with a dark and malicious glee. He turned back to see if Zanabar had even moved at all.

[timtank]

Zanabar would growl at the over confident Sith before him, Zan hated those who thought themselves better than he. The Zabrak had no words for the rather large framed Demon who had just dared to call him slow, and not just slow of body, but slow of mind. Zanabar's anger for the most part contained as he followed the leaping red Sith. Although the young Zabrak Sith cared not for may of the Sith this guy made Zanabar's old pal Nieraan, or Aurelius as he now goes by, look like able...

As he Walked up the small Hills in a not very Timely manner Zanabar clearly meant to expend no energy and had no goals to try and Impress Asmodeus what so ever. Although that pointless leap made by Asmodeus only supported the idea that this Sith was just a arrogant show off, who may have just attempted to impress Zanabar. How sad indeed, the future of the new Sith order looked quiet dim, at least when looking at dim wits such as Asmodeus Zan thought. How could becoming a Knight be so simple that somebody like him could ever achieve the rank? Well it did not matter, Asmodeus was the knight so he had to take the lead, and hopefully be forced to prove himself in the eyes of the Zabrak.

"How nice of you to make attempts to impress me Asmodeus. Who would have thought the opinion of such a lowly Initiate meant so much to you. What is it that makes YOU Sith anyway, I don't sense anything useful about you, are you really such a boring old wind bag? Whatever this job is try to avoid messing up if you can, I wouldn't want to take your rank now would I? I mean you seem, a bit Dim yourself Asmodeus."

A crack smile crossed Zanabar's face along with a minor laughter, as the Demon before him should have reacted. If words were spoken Zanabar simply heard them as he moved slowly down the next hill ready to cross to the other. The rolling land of this planet was no fun, not easy to walk on and only made Zanabar ever more upset. " Asmodeus, explain the job if you will, any idea on are targets or are you to slow in the noggin?" Zanabar says with a smile as he ignores the irritation of walking up and down hill sides.

[Othorious]

Asmodeus chuckled darkly. "Oh impress you? Oh dear Zanabar, I have no need to impress vermin, it's a waste of time and a futile effort. Of course I wouldn't believe a whelp like you could understand... but I'm getting off topic, shall we proceed?" Asmodeus gestured back to the city ahead of him, during his short briefing Asmodeus was informed of a possible Imperial-Naysayers lurked within the Hutt controlled city, thinking that mingling with the refuse and scum of Society would throw the Empire off their traitorous trails. They were wrong, nothing stayed hidden from Imperial Intelligence for long, and so they dispatched the capable Devaronian Sith to aid a Newblood with this task, and Asmodeus was forced to accept, even thought he disliked many Newbloods. Althought this one's sharp tongue and cutthroat attitude may prove to be redeeming in this Knight's eyes. Only time will tell.

"Our targets are a group of Imperial deserters, traitors if you will. Intel says they went turncoat about a week earlier, and have taken some Imperial data with them. Sources have informed us that they have taken refuge here on Ylesia to hide from the Empire. We will prove them wrong, and show them what it means to screw with our Lords. I have no doubt you are ready to.... let's say bash some skulls in?" He turned his head back to Zanabar and flashed a vicious toothy grin. Turning back towards the city and nimbly slid down the steep hill he was perched on and landed without hitch on the ground below and started towards the City.

All in all the trek to the City was fairly uneventful, just more grassland and hill as far as the eye could see. A few Reeks were spotted, but they left the Sith duo alone as they passed, obviously not giving a damn about them and continued to graze quietly. The trek gave Asmodeus the time to collect his thoughts and ponder about many a things, mostly personal questions and things about his past. Most notibly his early childhood, when he was taken to Vendaxa and raised into the quote, unquote Monster he is today. He never knew his birth parents, never knew really what they looked like, hell... he didn't even know their names, and althought Asmodeus hated to think about it... he wanted to know at least their names. It bugged him constantly and made him want to bash his head into a mirror just to clear his head of the thoughts.

Quickly he banished his thoughts again, and stopped suddenly at the edge of the City limits, and slowly turned back to Zanabar. "How should we proceed my multihorned Comrade? To be perfectly honest I think it would be more efficient if we split up. We wouldn't be such a pariah if we weren't together, two darkly clothed beings will look very suspicious. If you agree I will head downtown while you head uptown, we'll scan the city and rendevous back in the center of the City. Then with our layout Recon completed, we will have a better idea of where to pinpoint these traitors..."

[timtank]

This was a unlikely team indeed, well Sith with Sith is a unlikely team in general, but this was just not good. A long silent walk to a close by city the Devaronian was deep in thought and Zanabar felt it. there was much on this character's mind, confused regretful thoughts, so his connection to the Sith was understandable. Funny thing is, Zanabar's thoughts had grown cloudy as well, simply from being so close. This had made the walk just that much more awkward until they finally hit that great big gate.

"How should we proceed my multihorned Comrade? To be perfectly honest I think it would be more efficient if we split up. We wouldn't be such a pariah if we weren't together, two darkly clothed beings will look very suspicious. If you agree I will head downtown while you head uptown, we'll scan the city and rendevous back in the center of the City. Then with our layout Recon completed, we will have a better idea of where to pinpoint these traitors..." Zanabar laughed as thought on the words of the Demon like being before him. how should this problem be dealt with? Well it meant nothing to Zanabar as he just wanted to complete the job.

"Well my two horned companion, I think that would be a fine idea. A single Sith stands out on there own, but two that look like use is simply asking for trouble, or a fast way of tipping off the turncoats. We take nobody alive this time correct, everybody must die!" After Throwing on his hood Zanabar walks off into the town. He went directly to the locations directed to him and asked around town for some hours before being told of some strangers who had payed for a large private room in one of the town's bigger bars. This group of outsiders had to be those who Zanabar was looking for.

After going to the location Zanabar looked around the bar's inside until he found a nice large door in the back. He could tell that people were inside, mostly do to the voices and zan's connection to the force. He simple stepped outside and send out a halo-call to Asmodeus. "I think I may have found are little friends, and they may be getting ready to leave. follow my signal and be ready to make some heads roll..." After going back in to wait Zanabar would do the dead happily the moment Asmodeus showed up.

[Othorious]

Asmodeus nodded and quickly disappeared into the alleyways crisscrossing the City, moving nimbly and with cause through the tight and mazelike corridors. His mind slowly cleared of all rational thought, becoming more and more attuned to the mind of a Predator. His senses became more acute, and his persona became more animalistic, until it came to the point he was not even using the ground anymore, leaping up onto some of the catwalks, ledges and alcoves on the buildings. He stopped suddenly on a alcove and extended his reach in the force to everything around him, drinking in everyone's feelings and thoughts. He closed his eyes and began to meditate, his animal instinct mingling in with his rationality as he searched for the Turncoats through the Force itself.

After an hour of meditating he found some hint of their presense, but a holo-call from his comrade interupted his ritual. He listened to the call with interest and nodded, and locked his communicator onto Zanabar's and quickly moved with deadly precision and ease across the tall buildings and through the alleyways to him. He licked his lips as he neared Zanabar, he couldn't wait to get at those traitors, to hear their anguished screams as he tore into their flesh with his saber, and obliterated them with the Force. Their pain and suffering would fuel the rage within him, pushing him further and further to the limits of the darkness within him, and who knows how far he would go down that path into the shadows.

Finally he peered over the edge of a building and spotted Zanabar some ways below him, and quickly began to scale down. Leaping onto platforms and sliding down walls till he finally landed with a dull thud behind Zanabar, "Let's make the trip there short and sweet Zanabar... my blood boils with rage and my lightsaber hungers to cut a swath of pain through their soft flesh... my ears crave to bathe in the orgy of their death cries... and my eyes wish to dance at their anguished and dying forms... let us make haste! Make Haste! I cannot keep my bloodlust within me much longer... I crave for destruction..." He snarled deeply as the animal within him screamed for bloodshed, and yes...Oh yes... blood will be spilt tonight... and Asmodeus would revel in it's crimson embrace.

[Ghostie]

Rune stepped off of the landing ramp of the rather small shuttle he had just been on for a few days. Ylesia was a beautiful planet from orbit, but it's people were rather unpleasant. Just off the landing ramp, and someone had already tried to hit the Jedi Master up for credits. He heard other con artist in the spaceport. And once Rune thought he had seen someone being dragged off once he was out of the spaceport. Rune hadn't expected much from a Hutt-Controlled world.

The Jedi Master was tracking a Jedi-Killer. On Mustafar, Rune had witnessed a tall, slim Duros gun down a Jedi Knight while the Jedi Knight was just walking through the city that was close to the Enclave. Rune had been on the opposite side of the street, and he had chased the Duros until he lost him near the spaceport, but the obvious freighter taking off at break-neck speed was a give-away.

The Council in charge of the Enclave on Mustafar had tasked Rune to track down the murderer, as he had witnessed the crime. Rune left his padawan, Kalan, behind. The Jedi Master feared this mission might be took much for him if the Duros was brave, or crazy, enough to gun down a Jedi in the street.

Rune had forgone his Jedi robes, instead he wore his gray poncho, gray cargo pants, and a white tee shirt. He had tall tan boots as well. His lightsaber was tucked neatly away in his poncho. From Rune's experience, it was wise, at least when you were a Jedi, to disguise yourself on a Hutt-Controlled world. Cartels didn't take kindly to peacekeepers opening parading in their streets.

Rune talked with the Port Authority, or what passed for the Port Authority, and learned after slipping them a few credits that the freighter he wanted landed only a couple of hours ago. The Jedi Master could sense his hunt coming to a close, and a climax. The Duros wouldn't have had enough time to set up a safe house or refule his ship and get fresh supplies. All Rune had to do now was find the murderer.

The Mon Calamari went straight for the market district first, hoping the Duros would want to restock before finding a place to lay low. Despite the general fear and worry Rune could sense from the populace, it was a rather busy and crowded day in the market. Rune weaved his way through the crowd, and he soon found his quarry. About one hundred and fifty meters to the left and forward, there was the Duros in his over coat and hat, and dual blaster pistols. Time to close in.

Rune walked quickly towards the murderer, perhaps too quickly. The Duros somehow became alerted to Rune's presence, and the Jedi Master stopped when the murderer looked at him. They stared at each other for a minute or so, the Duro's hands twitching near his blasters and Rune's hand inside his poncho, gripping his saber. The crowd continued to move for a minute or two, until the Duro's got a clear shot at Rune. He brought his blaster up just as quickly as Rune ignited his saber. Rune deflected the two shoots aimed right towards his torso.

The crowd screamed and ran. The Duro's took off for a speeder and Rune went after him. With an open cockpit, the Duros was already taking as Rune reached him. Luckily, there were a few speeder bikes nearby. Rune promised himself he'd return it once he was done.

He jumped on the bike and followed the speeder's general direction. It lead out of the city into a field with a few trees scattered around. Rune tried to listen for the speeder over his own vehicle, but to avail. He swore he heard an extra engine once or twice, but he wasn't sure.

After about ten minutes, Rune's chase came to a halting stop. There was the speeder alright. Plowed right into a large tree. Both the tree and speeder were now a burning wreck. Rune stopped nearby, not expecting to find anyone alive but he had to make sure.

The Duros was definitely dead. After about a week of chasing the murderer around the Outer Rim, this was how it ended? Rune found it to be somewhat of an anti-climax. Kneeling by the wreck and investigating it, Rune discovered it might not be such a let down yet. He could sense someone, maybe two people perhaps, behind him. Why would anyone track him this far out? Rune gripped his saber under his poncho just in case. You couldn't be too careful in Hutt Space.

[timtank]

Zanabar only laughed at the Knight, how blunt was he? He seemed a bit insane, unstable maybe... Whats with the Sith, there are way to many like this Asmodeus character. If the Sith are to take victory then they must have some self control. Such a blood lust is not healthy, and is not the greatest quality in a leader... Sighing as he walks back into the building Zanabar forces the bar tender to hand over the key to the little back room.

At the door Zanabar says "Please don't over do things... We don't want to much of a scene... Lets make this execution as quick as possible." Taking lightsaber in hand Zanabar happily took the lead as he used the key card to enter the room. Swiftly he activated his saber and cut down the two closest to the door as he noticed ten more around a large table. "Slay them all!" Yelled Zanabar as he used the force to aid his movements.

Leaping on top of the table he blocked sudden blaster fire with Shien and counter attacks with a massive force wave, blasting them all to the corners of the room where one cracked his skull on the wall. Jumping over to one other who attempted to fire his weapon Zanabar sliced off his hand and stabbed him in the chest before he could even think to fire. He soon found himself throwing his lightsaber to take off the head of one who attempted to shoot Asmodeus in the back. Dashing over to two of the being Zanabar with a wide sweeping stroke cut both turncoats in half at the hip. Zanabar had taken down seven of the twelve at a okay speed, so the four left behind in the room would prove no trouble for Asmodeus.

Only problem left in the room was two serving girls who saw everything... Zanabar sighed and said "Asmodeus, Do what you wish with those girls... I will wait outside..." And his words rung true when Zanabar was found gone. Although it wouldn't be long for the job to have to keep when Zanabar felt something though the force, a jedi was near, and sure as those thoughts crossed his mind a Mon-calamari was in the streets with a lightsaber fighting somebody with a gun. Zanabar's eyes had grown Wide once more when he saw this, a chance to not let the jedi escape his grasp... He would slay a Jedi this time, play time was over.

"Mon-Calamari Jedi! I am going after him! Track me and catch up when you can!" Zanabar said to Asmodeus though the com as he ran and sat on a near by speeder bike. Zanabar hunted for a fair distance before he spotted the fishy being at a wreak near a tree. Smiling Zanabar increased the speed and when he was directly on course to the Jedi he jumped off. The hope was that the speeder would plow the jedi into the tree and explode, it still hits the tree and explodes if it hits the jedi or not.

Zanabar would walk a few steps forward hood on his head and a crack smile seen as his lightsaber is once more ignited. "Mon Calamari scum... seems my lightsaber hungers for your scaly wet flesh..." He said with a slight chuckle and the entry into the Makashi salute, as to challenge the Jedi to a duel. "Do you accept or will you die without a fight?" Says the twisted and exited Zabrak Sith.

[Ghostie]

Rune was still kneeling with his back to the newcomer as a speeder flew over his head. It continued on, passing the tree and the wreck as well and landing neatly on the other side on its repuslors. Whoever was on the speeder bike must've wanted the vehicle to hit him after they got off. Rune wasn't surprised someone wanted to kill him. That's why he didn't bring Kalan along. Hutt Space could be just as dangerous as Sith Space for a Jedi.

Rune got up and turned around, drawing his saber as he did so, but not igniting it yet. There was a Zabrak standing there, hooded, and with his own lightsaber powered on and glowing red. It was a Sith, or Dark Jedi. Or a pretender even. Probably a pretender with a big head.

"Mon Calamari scum... seems my lightsaber hungers for your scaly wet flesh...”

At that point, the Zabrak performed the Makashi salute towards Rune. The Jedi Master held his ground, not igniting his saber yet but not running either.

“Do you accept or will you die without a fight?"

“Insults about my 'scaly wet flesh'? Go home friend. I don't want to have to hurt you.”

Rune ignited his saber. He took up the Soresu opening stance, and waited to see what the Zabrak did.

“But I will if I must.”

Both red and cyan sabers hummed in the silence.

[Foxfire]

Halc Greimer a simplton of a being was led again by the force to another planet. Led would kinda be an over statement of what happened after being driven out off Jaemus he wandered aimlessly for weeks. Hunger and pain was a constant compainion. The fear of the taller beings also did not make for good days. Finally boarding a ship that had it's final landing on Ylesia did the force and pain upon his mind ease a bit.

Calm and quiet we needs. Our belly is grumbly and hurts. Many days we see not shiny nor furry comforts the darkness it is drowning us. Why so much pain? Why?

Whimpering he was wandering the streets blinded by his own pain he did not see the speeder whip past him missing with in inches and exploding. Yet what did get his attention was the smell of blood. It cleared his senses but not his mind which still echoed of the past. The torcher the pain and most of all the pain of the loss of his master at the hands of a Dark Jedi.

A sharp pain hit him in the force which made him open his eyes. Upon the clearing of his eyes and adjusting to the light of the area Halc saw a cloaked figure and the back of another tall being. In their hands he saw the most frightful things 'lightsabers'. The colors did not matter the mere presence of them meant pain for him.

His mind was out of sorts as visions of the past rose in his waking period seeing his master laying on the ground gutted like a fish and yet still trying to reach out for help to him. Within his mind a shreik started to rise. He stumbled past the one who had his back to Halc and moved to the downed figure of his master. Halc grasped the air and fell to his knees the vision of his master rose to hold him.

What she said came from the darkness around him,....Slay them slay them all fell no compation for their souls for they are lost to this life.

In an altered high tone voice...Yes we will give them pain my master.

Very low tone of voice...Death will be slow to those who did this to you.

Normal tones......No Pie hater will run from the vengance I shall bring, My Love.

Halc greimer wept once more before the vision faded. Force power flowed around him as he stood. Looking at the hooded figure Halc stared in defiance and pain. Slowly he turned to the other being. Shock hit him like a saber to the gut as there stood the Dark Jedi of his past or at least he thought it was. Yet with his twisted mind so warped and unhinged at the moment it did not matter if he was the true one or not. One or the other would suffer with him in pain.

A snap hiss was heard as he held his dead master blade in his hands. It was over sized and bulky and anyone could see that it was not his yet he held on to it with a death grip and readied himself.

Who of yous is the Pie hater who killed my master?

[timtank]

Zanabar was ready to take on this jedi, it had been way to long since he had the chance to crush a jedi, and with the head of a jedi he could maybe rise in the ranks as well. He had not killed a single Jedi since joining the order, he had a easier time of it before becoming a Sith. He was a member of the order for some time but has not completed any jobs of major importance in some time. The moment that Fish stick of a Jedi drew his saber Zanabar laughed and said "I hope you can stand your ground then fish..."

It had been 13 years since Zanabar betrayed the jedi order, 13 long years. He even felt this Jedi was familiar, simply a Character of his past. He remembered the faces of most jedi, and the fact that he could remember this person's face made it clear he had to be a master. "Zanabar Taanzu " The Sith Zabrak says before following up with "My name is Zanabar. It has been many years since I was a jedi, so how about you remind me of your name Master Jedi."

Suddenly a feeling, a strange feeling in the force. Zanabar could sense it, something unstable broken and mad. The Sith for a moment turned his focus over to something small approaching. It was a Aleen, and no normal Aleen, but one powerful in the force. A strong connection to the force was clearly coming from whatever this was. Zanabar looked awkwardly at the being as he pointed his lightsaber at the tiny Aleen before him.

"Who of yous is the Pie hater who killed my master?"

Pie, Did this thing say pie? he was clearly mad and the dark Zabrak would respond with a smirk and laugh " You hold a lightsaber bigger than you Aleen... You speak of Pie haters... Your clearly a mad man... Walk away, I have no need to kill you both do I?" Almost completely undermining the little Aleen Zanabar turned his head back to face the Mon-Calamari. "Now where were we? OH! That's correct!" Aiming with his left arm the Zabrak Sith unleashed a torrent of stunning force lightning aimed at the Jedi totally ignoring the strange new comer.