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May 17, 2012 21:37:48 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on May 17, 2012 21:37:48 GMT -5
Often opinions that cannot come close to matching a particular groups reasonable standards, stereotypes are rather unjustifiable. Serving the sole purpose of thrusting negative stigmas upon someone, they require little to no cognitive resource in their retrieval process. In fact, more often than naught, these associations or traits seem rather horrifying, but as Anahid Reisier sat in the dimly-lit cantina in the moon of Dxun, she could really understand some of the stereotypes regarding these characters. The moon located in the Mandalore space, orbiting around the planet of Onderon, had recently reached the Council’s attention, word of a Mandalorian extremist with connections to several terrorist circles reaching their ears. They said that he was planning something, though what was still unknown. The possibility of another attack against the Jedi or the Republic was still ever present, more so since their distaste for the two had only increased over the years. Feet rested dejectedly against the stool she sat in, taking casual sips from the drink in front of her while ingesting her meal, because in all honesty there was nothing she could particularly enjoy about it. But, there was no time for such trivial thoughts, no time to waste considering the ‘ifs’ and ‘buts,’ she was here to find him, that man, the one that had been avoiding her capture for so many years. This was the closest she had been to finding the whereabouts of the man, and, honestly, Anahid was not about to let it go. Carja Jinn. The name struck her again and again. No matter how long ago she had last seen him, it seemed impossible for her to forget his face – the square jaw with a scar running down it, his beady black eyes, or that smug grin that was ever present on his lips. It was the only being that the woman could say she came close to hating – to wishing him death. She sighed and brought the cup to her lips. While his involvement in the ring was nothing more than gossip – a faint rumor of sorts, she couldn’t help but hope that it was, indeed, him. It would bring her closure. She frowned, clicked her tongue as she crossed her legs, pushing her elbows unto the counter. She took another swing of her drink – it felt hot on her throat; there was nothing special about the drink, it was nothing more than a good portion of Tihaar, a colorless spirit especially made by members of the Mandalorian culture. Local legend said, she was informed, that a potentially powerful Tihaar brew could be used for degreasing engine parts – didn’t that sound appetizing? Perhaps the statement should be rephrased. A more accurate question would be, how could anyone find that potentially killer drink appetizing? That sounded about right. But, in order to remain under the local’s radar, it would be best to try and accept the culture – both in food and drink – as best as she could. And so she drank, and she ate, and she waited for three days, hoping to hear news, even if it was a simple rumor, of the untraceable man. But, all to no avail, no word had reached her weary ears. Honestly, she was beginning to think that the word was nothing more than a ruse, a lie meant to kept the Jedi occupied from seeing another ploy and, quite frankly, it may be working. The thought made Anahid poke and prod the remainder of her food somewhat aggressively. Generally, Anahid was rather collected, being able to keep her emotions well and checked but, she was honestly getting tired. Maybe she needed to reassess her current situation, try a different approach to the whole ordeal, though as it was, she had already abandoned her jedi robes behind, or anything that came close to resembling them, and replaced them instead with tattered outfit with leather armor and a teal cape which concealed her saber nicely on her back. So what more could she do? She rubbed at her temples, well, whatever it was she needed to do, she needed to think about it fast. The jedi shadow tightened her jaw, loosening it only to empty her glass before she sat it on the table with a ‘clink.’ This already felt like it was going to be a long ordeal.
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May 17, 2012 22:44:15 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on May 17, 2012 22:44:15 GMT -5
((OOC--- With Zett and Tez being in the same thread it would be best if this took place after Grounded bootlegger.))
Enters Zett Rem
He was On the trail of Hebba This would answer how Hebba kept finding where Zett Was. To long had he hid from Hebba, To many times had Hebba's men and goons found him his ordeal with Tez and the others recently had proven that, The group hit a painful blow to Hebba by taking Boga out hitting straight in the heart of the Hutt's operations.
That was Zett's biggest victory against the Hutt yet, However as he predicted his own Bounty went through the roof almost hitting 1,000,000 credits it was at 850,000 right now it was getting to close for his own comfort, Soon he wouldn't be able to go to a habitable system without goons on his tale.
So why was he on Dxun? He had heard news of Hebba having a spy here as well, With powerful ties, well he didn't want to come here but he had been pulled here by a lie of his mother, The spy was a man in Mando Armor. His only identifying mark was a scar on his chin. His name still was out of reach but he had seen his face and it was now bound into his H.U.D if he could be found Zett would, But this went beyond the Bounty now, This man had killed his mother as he mockingly told Zett, This man knew who Zett was, He was controlling Hebba's goons here, and on top of that Hebba was working with him.
Zett's final Family member was his uncle, Zett had to find him at some point, but now he had more revenge on his mind. This time he would put this man in pain, but not yet he had to know Zett was coming first.
That's why Zett had fallowed a what looked like a Padawan in secret, In the Allys he over heard this Padawan speaking about this man and now Zett fallowed the Padawan While keeping in the shadows.
------ Enters Gharassk Ran ------
Gharassk had Traveled to Dxun with Anahid, A Jedi who was turning out to be one of Gharassk better friends. Gharassk had almost thought due to her actions this would boarder on personal for the Jedi, he had asked to come with her to help her track down a Mando who had many negative points against the law in the core worlds as far as Gharassk could tell.
She sat in a Cantina at the moment, he had just stepped out side to get clean air from all the smoke and drugs he smelt in the place, it crisp cold air felt good in his lungs compared to what was in there, he shook his head as he was about to enter his lightsaber stuck in a secret sleeve in his Boot. his clothes work pants and a Grey shirt. He had changed before coming due to Anahid wanting to blend in and lie low.
But Gharassk felt someone coming and the person had a strange Aura around him, he could also tell someone was fallowing the man---now boy, as Gharassk could now tell as he came into sight. A boy in Jedi robes the follower was close though he still couldn't touch the mind of either. The presence of the fallow er had darkness and pureness to him, how Gharassk thought, the man didn't fell force sensitive nor did the boy, who now passed him unknowing that the Togruta he passed was a real Jedi even though just a Padawan.
Gharassk let him pass still trying to tap him mind unsuccessful. Then the other man who was fallowing came into view for only a second as he moved around in a shadow, He wore Mandalorian armor though something felt different then the way Anahid described the evil one. This ones mind felt different.
Gharassk Traced the man and went into the crowd and intercepted....
---- Zett Rem ---- Zett had been getting close behind the 'Padawan' Then a Togruta stepped in his way and for the split second that he looked away Zett lost the Padawan.
Great. Kid you made me loose my only link to who I'm chaseing.
---- Gharassk Ran ----
He wasn't a real Padawan, that was the first thing Gharassk wanted to say, but he had to get the mans attention first.
And who exactly are you tracking?
---- Zett Rem ----
I....I'm not sure.
Zett said honestly maybe this kid was trying to help after all.
---- Gharassk Ran ----
Gharassk hoped the force had guided him to this man, other wise he would blow him and Anahids cover very quickly, but he could tell Anahid was getting slightly impatient, she needed a lead, and this was the best Gharassk had seen all day.
Gharassk Ran, Fallow me.
He tuned and lead the tall man in armor into the Cantina.
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May 18, 2012 0:41:55 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on May 18, 2012 0:41:55 GMT -5
Who watches the watchers?
That was one of the countless questions that had become ubiquitous in the galaxy, the idle musing of a thousand separate species who had all wondered the same question. Contrary to the belief of some, there was an answer. The person who was wary of being watched. It was the man who was in hiding who watched, eager to see any sign that might reveal his cover was blown.
Tez Hakur was the one who was watching for watchers.
The Kel Dor was, as befitted his past and profession, a cult-like devotee of security. The right hand couldn't know what the left was doing, and anonymity was vital. Luckily for him, his own race was an ally. Precious few could tell individual Kel Dor apart, and their breath masks gave them all a very similar vocal tone. He could easily become anyone, with no description given beyond his race. That, he knew, was valuable.
He'd been on Dxun for approximately a month now, lying low after their assassination of Hutt, and planning his next strikes with his newly acquired wealth. He was still in the planning and gathering phase of his operations, and he was warier than ever. While he'd kept everything about himself anonymous during the last operation, it was one of the more potent attacks he'd made, and he was expecting attempted backlash from the Hutts.
Three days ago a new arrival had caught his eye in the cantina, someone who, to his trained eye, seemed a little off. He recognized then what she'd been: a watcher. He'd kept his eyes on her for the next two days, covertly following her and tracking her. It was too early to conclude that she wasn't there for him, but she was definitely there for something. And that worried him, insomuch as he could be worried with his faith.
So, the Kel Dor terrorist sat in the darkest corner of the bar and scrutinized all the faces from behind his helmet. Dxun was one of the places in the galaxy where a set of beskar wouldn't single you out for attention. His was painted a green and brown camouflage pattern he hadn't used before, and it blended in with the assorted throngs in the cantina reasonably well.
On the table before him rested a large and imposing ResCorp repeating slugthrower. In case someone expressed too much interest in him.
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May 18, 2012 2:14:18 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on May 18, 2012 2:14:18 GMT -5
There was a tugging in the back of her head that had been bothering her in the last couple of days – it came suddenly from time to time, burning stronger with each passing second that the Jedi soon became unable to disregard it. The feeling reverberated through her head again and again, begging her to listen – to pay attention. Someone was watching and had been doing so for the last two days. It wasn’t a constant watch, more so like a surveillance made out of convenience. She knew it; she felt it, just as easily as she felt the thick humidity that clung to the air. It was strange, certainly unwanted situation, but one that she should have expected. After all, was it that common to see a woman and a young Togruta asking questions about an odd, probably dangerous man? She grimaced lightly at the thought, hand raised slightly to motion the bartender for another drink. She watched as the male Zabrak refilled her glass before she recoiled it back to her. She studied the sensation a while longer, taking in every detail. Yes, it was the same person as the previous days, though, it seemed they had become ever more weary of their presence – she lifted the glass to her lips and took a quick sip. She breathed out softly, the liquid burning her throat. The thought hit her abruptly, marked by the small furrowing of her brow, perhaps the lack of information came from this odd presence. In other missions, regardless of outfit or nature, she had found it easier to come across information; yet, since that aura had appeared, all friendliness amongst the natives had disappeared, almost as if they could feel it as well – funny, wasn’t it?
But as the minutes passed, the uneasiness that had gripped her disappeared, replaced instead by the Togruta’s body as he settled in the stool next to her. “You know, next time let me pick your clothes,” She chuckled lightly as she brought the glass to her lips, “I swear you stand out like a sore thumb, Gharassk.” She glanced abruptly at her companion before she drank, sighing heavily afterwards. There was no way she could ever get used to that drink – she could only thank the Heavens this was just a temporary predicament she had been involved in. Placing the drink down, she reached to her spoon, and brought a Gi dumpling to her lips “By the way,” she spoke casually though kept her voice low, “…make sure you keep your eyes open, we are being watched again.” She spooned the chewy dumpling in her mouth, doing her absolute best to distract herself from the taste. This cantina’s forte was definitely not the food.
“Most likely the same person from yesterday.”
She took another quick sip and turned to look at her younger counterpart, who know glanced casually around the cantina – she couldn’t help but laugh slightly, he still needed a lot of training about blending in and studying the room without turning his head. But, he was still young, and he definitely had the time to train. With a barely noticeable sigh, Anahid straightened up in her seat. Regardless of who was watching them religiously or whatever onlooker’s attention they had grabbed, the Jedi figured that all should be unfolding pretty quickly – no one could remain hidden in the shadows forever, regardless of how hard they tried. A hand reached instinctively to her lips as she processed the thought further – just a couple of days more that’s all they needed to figure out if this aficionado of theirs had any involvement with what they sought.
She shifted, turning her head to the side and found herself staring into the patrons inside the cantina – the hazy shadows of cigarra smoke dragging away from ashen tips and disappearing into the atmosphere. She could see the cantina perfectly – and save the rowdy customers that had one to many shots to drink, the cantina was undisturbed. Anahid’s eyes moved across the occupied tables and booths, before returning to Gharassk. “I’m going to step outside for a moment – if I take another sip of this thing, I am going to get sick…” With a little ‘clink,’ Anahid set the glass down – she was not a particularly tall woman, nor did she exude an air of confidence at the time, instead she showed a faint memory of pleasantness, hidden behind her welcoming façade.
“I’ll be back soon – don’t do anything stupid.” were her cautionary words as she made her way out the door and unto the cold afternoon air. She hungrily gulped down the freshness, the heaviness of the stagnant air inside already having tired her out somewhat. As she walked slightly away from the tavern, far enough that she could no longer the music drifting from inside, Anahid pulled the hood above her head down and couldn’t help but frown. “I don’t like this.” Someone seemed to have all the cards at the moment and left the Jedi completely out of the look -- and she didn't like it one bit. Things could get pretty nasty, pretty quick by the looks of it; and, if they did, chances were that Gharassk's safety would be prioritized.
[ooc; if either of you need anything changed to better fit your post, please don't hesitate to let me know]
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May 18, 2012 12:18:25 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on May 18, 2012 12:18:25 GMT -5
---- Gharassk Ran ----
Gharassk stopped at the Cantina door, Stay here, I'll make sure she comes out soon-ish. Gharassk smiled, then took one long breath before reentering the Cantina, he made his way to Anahid through the crowd, and set on the stool.
“You know, next time let me pick your clothes,” Gharassk looked down at his clothes, she had a point they needed to be more dirty and grimy to fit in. “I swear you stand out like a sore thumb, Gharassk.” Gharassk shrugged and began to speak.
I found... He was cut off by her next words, " By the way …make sure you keep your eyes open, we are being watched again.” Gharassk looked at the door where the Bounty Hunter was standing, waiting for her to come. He is wait... His words still weren't loud enough for her to hear through the music that just changed to a louder song. He sighed.
“I’m going to step outside for a moment – if I take another sip of this thing, I am going to get sick…, I’ll be back soon – don’t do anything stupid.” Gharassk tried to tell her again, but fortunately she went out the right door that the bounty hunter was at.
Gharassk now settled into the force and let it search the room for danger not finding any though he smiled, his first time off world sense his master.
---- Zett Rem ----
Zett waited for about one minute before a woman came out side, and pulled a hood over her head, sure the clothes did not say Jedi but the way she pulled the hood over did, he had met Jedi and that was there signature.
Was the boy a Jedi then? Or just working with her? Was she even who the boy said needed to talk to him? Was this yet another elaborate trap set by Hebba and this new goon?
Zett stepped close enough behind the woman that the words he would speak would be heard but not quite register if she didn't know what they meant.
Gharassk Ran. Zett said people continued about there business if she knew the name then she would respond.
---- Gharassk Ran ---- Meanwhile Gharassk Ran over heard two people starting to argue, it sounded like it was about payment for a job that one of the two had done. Gharassk shut his eyes hoping this didn't turn into a bar fight.
The way thing happen on planets that have now law this was just about to though. Gharassk looked over his right shoulder to the table the men where sitting one man said "You're gonna gimme that money bub." He tossed a bottle over the mans head And it flew right at Gharassk this was how bar fights got others involved in two peoples business.
Gharassk grabbed the bottle as it came into hands reach calmly not drawing attention to himself he hoped. Jedi had insight into these problems maybe he could settle it but that might blow his cover if he started into negotiations, but he was not about to let a bar fight start and people get hurt, in this case he could protect people without drawing his saber.
He walked past the table dropping the bottle on the table, Try it be more careful next time, With a low voice tapping the mind of the one who tossed the bottle. "I'll try to be more careful next time." I over heard the conversation, you guys better settle up on a price, "Yea, we better settle up on a price." Gharassk continued on to a table in a corner of the room. hoping no one would bring attention to him for that, he didn't think any one heard him though.
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May 18, 2012 17:06:56 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on May 18, 2012 17:06:56 GMT -5
As the woman rose and left, Tez trailed behind, at a far distance, watching as unseen as he could arrange. Luckily he observed something most convenient for him taking place. Another figure left before him and approached the watcher from behind, in a move that was sure to attract her attention, and distract her from him.
He was being camouflaged by circumstances greatly to his favor.
The Kel Dor slung his slugthrower over his shoulder and stood in the alley, concealing himself behind the bulk of the building so that only a small glimpse of him was visible. It was then that he noticed the face of the benevolent interloper, one he recognized at once.
Zett Rem. One of the conspirators in their last operation. If he was talking to the woman it was apparent she wasn't with the Hutts. Or else Zett was far more stupid than he'd thought... No. In all likelihood she wasn't with the Hutts, which narrowed the options. And from her actions, she wasn't with planetary security either.
Outside the safe confines of Republic and Sith space, only a few dared to tread. It was either one of the Republic's federal agencies, like the RSF or the SBI, one of the Sith's agencies, or he was looking at a force-wielding Jedi or Sith. All of them were dangerous enough, but if he was looking at someone with a lightsaber, he was well-equipped with an advantage.
A lightsaber might deflect a slug, but a whole volley of them would be impossible to block, and the kinetic impact on the blade...
He was safe. For now.
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May 18, 2012 19:50:00 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on May 18, 2012 19:50:00 GMT -5
After a short walk away from the tavern, Anahid found herself standing close to a route the Jedi had become familiarized in the past couple of days. Every afternoon as the crowd began to thin out and figures left to their respective homes, the Jedi and Padawan would leave the cantina behind, taking the alley back unto a dimly-lit street with a crooked road and towards the shabby inn; there they would remain for the rest of the night, only beginning their process of searching the very next day. It was a vicious, little circle, or at the very least, it felt that way. But her attention quickly shifted again, captured once more by the uneasiness that she had felt inside the cantina. Huh, seemed like the curious onlooker had followed her outside, but a quick scan around the area revealed no familiar face that she had observed inside. She grimaced slightly, at least Gharassk was safe and out of this person’s sight. Well, so long as the Padawan remained safe, she probably didn’t need to worry much.
She inhaled deeply – the air tasted of moist dirt, mingled with indisputable presence of salt. Suddenly the air, the city, and sky became single, darkened beast, broken-up only by the crudely lit neon signs that hummed above their heads. A movement caught her eye, picked out by the flickering light in the corner. She glanced sideways, momentarily meeting the gaze of a man glancing in her direction. She averted her gaze, the cantina door rattling wildly as it swung open with force. “Nahhh, naaaaahhhh, s’all goooooood, I ain’ need no fu -- *hick* -- hellp…” She shook her head at the drunken drawl, watching as a man was partially carried out the building, his feet attempting to support his weight but failing miserably more than once. With wobbly knees, she watched him being led a while longer, before the darkness engulfed him and his companion. She could still hear him cursing every once in a while, followed by a fit of laughter, before the silence was returned. How anyone could let themselves be caught in that position was beyond her, but, to each their own vice, she supposed.
Anahid breathed out, a gentle breath – a man spoke behind her, shattering her quiet reverie. Anahid glanced back, surprise etched across her face as the spoken words were processed by her head. Gharassk Ran. She furrowed her brow, eyes narrowing down considerably as she studied the stranger, “What do you need Gharassk for?” Her question was short, precise, and to the point, there was no need for formalities, especially when such a curious character was inquiring about the Padawan currently under her care. There was an awkward silence that made Anahid shift uncomfortably on her feet. There was really no point in lying, he either knew the Padawan or he didn’t, and if it were the latter, the Jedi was very curious as to knowing how the name had come out – and who had told him to direct the name to her.
But, just in case…
Anahid stretched as she waited for the man to answer, hand reaching towards the back of her neck – as she did, fingers slid beneath the cloak, skimming past the cold hilt of her saber. It wasn’t an aggressive gesture, nor was it particularly noticeable, used only to comfort herself in case something went awry – there was nothing wrong with being a little weary.
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May 18, 2012 21:22:12 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on May 18, 2012 21:22:12 GMT -5
---- Zett Rem ----
Zett noticed the woman's response and her reaching for something he guessed perhaps a blaster, no no she was a Jedi don't let looks deceive you Zett, the hood remimber. In a low tone he quickly responded to make sure no one would see the possible fight which he wanted to avoid. Don't use your weapon, Zett moved his hands away form his own blasters. I don't want him at all, he told me to wait for someone, i assume he meant you, he seemed to be in a hurry to tell you about me, did he not?
---- Gharassk Ran ----
Gharassk felt a hint of what Anahid had told him but it was vague, Time for logic Gharassk thought to himself, Gharassk sat in two places counter the entire bar could see him there, now he sat in a corner behind a wall, until now he felt undetected that left the far corner on the other side of the cantina was where the man was sitting. He remimberd only a shadow there, Think harder on the image. Gharassk thought.
Slug thrower, Gharassk jumped out of the thoughts and looked around seeing a man in Mandalorion armor, big helmet= big head, and a slug thrower on his back.
Gharassk let the Man move almost out the door before he even moved, Gharassk went for the comm link and moved for the door keeping the man barely in sight, moving with the man, with the man, with th... Where he go?
Great Gharassk lost him but not without information, Anahid turn the volume on the comm way low...
Waiting long enough Gharassk said over the comm again. I think i found are watcher but only for a second he's out side somewhere, did you find the bounty hunter?
Gharassk waited a bit then went ahead, to describe the follower.
Mando Armor, slug thrower, big Helmet. That's all i saw no face.
---- Zett Rem ----
That's him,
Said said then thought about the words. Mando armor, That didn't help Zett saw entire swarm of them in that armor, Slug thrower that narrowed it down only a little, Helmet ...big helmet, Zett looked around, Seeing Gharassk at the door way looking for the two of them still keeping eyes sharp for the other.
Zett used his H.U.D. for math now showing fastest route into a hiding spot any where possible and there for useless to him. Who ever he is he's hiding. Zett finally said quietly.
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May 19, 2012 3:08:02 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on May 19, 2012 3:08:02 GMT -5
As inquiring glances came his direction, Tez stepped back behind the wall and reached into the pocket of his bandolier, producing a mirror. He held it just outside the edge of the building in an old trick that was still valid. By positioning it just right, he could see around the corner and keep his eyes on the pair of figures. Unfortunately he couldn't hear them, but he would see if they turned to come over towards him, and he could tell if they left, which would allow him to follow.
Paranoia. It was better safe than sorry, and for Tez, operational security trumped the negative connotations of paranoia. It was far better to take draconian precautions and stay fighting than to allow laxness to shut down a long series of operations.
Patience was another essential element. The impatient zealots he'd encountered in his past were useful for their roles, but for the older and more experienced terrorists? Well, you had to know how to wait it out, how to make the most out of time rather than willing it to go by.
There really wasn't anything to be done now. Not yet at any rate.
Tez Hakur bided his time.
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May 19, 2012 22:05:43 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on May 19, 2012 22:05:43 GMT -5
“I can’t say that he managed to mention you, no.” Anahid grimaced slightly as she retrieved her hand from the hood. She didn’t particularly trust the man, regardless of what the man said. A mercenary, these were not, by any means, reliable sources of information in her experience. Sneaky creatures, you see, full of lies and deceit, always looking for means of getting forward, their loyalty readily available to whoever paid the highest. More than once she had relatively bad run-ins with them – a year ago she had landed in a hospital with a broken wrist; thankfully, healers were able to treat her and sent her on her way almost immediately. However, she was in no mood to be placed in a similar situation.
“—Yeah standing right in front of him. Though, we are honestly going to talk as soon as this is over…” Pursing her lips she continued, “… I have no visual of the second figure… hold on.” Anahid lowered her head slightly, hood pulled down across her eyes. Her eyes widened lightly, a blue glow spreading across them. Force sight, a convenient trait brought to her as a result of her father’s blood, enhanced her visual and spatial perception, allowing her to see what many considered visually unseen. Her eyes scanned the area, the Force’s flow becoming suddenly clear – she could see it moving within the mercenary’s body, within the cantina it exploded with life, the force’s flow moving and convulsing as one. No, not there, she turned her head in the opposite direction, reexamining the opening, but it wasn’t until her gaze fell unto an abandoned alley, that a lone figure caught her eye – pressed far into the distance, where her eyes would normally would be unable to see, out of their sight but clearly watching. “I’ve got visual – seems like we found our little admirer.” Her sight returned to normal, redirected to the mercenary in front of her.
“But, it is in our best interest not to approach him,” she smiled, as if engaged in a casual conversation, “in fact, we will let him come to us – don’t act out of character, however.” Sighing softly and reaching discretely to her ear, as if to push back a strand of lose hair, the woman took the com out of her ear, burying it in her right pocket instead. “Well, I will admit that I am curious to see what has interested you so much about us, mercenary.” She spoke in a hushed tone, a small smile curling on her lips as she walked back to the cantina door, “Though, I would suggest continuing this conversation elsewhere – these streets, they have eyes and ears in the most peculiar of places.” She entered the tavern momentarily, long enough to pay her tab and retrieve the flustered Padawan. Following with small-talk and a laugh, she led the two away from the cantina they had been spending their time in; after all, if things got a little messy it would be best to be as secluded as possible, not only for their sake, but for the sake of bystanders as well. Then again, this man didn't seem to be particularly dangerous, regardless of how weary she was of him -- needless to say, it would be impossible for him to take two Jedi at the same time, even if one was still in training.
But then, then there was him, the one that had been watching from the shadows, the one that in the last couple of days had made his presence known, but kept far enough to make it impossible for the woman to pinpoint him. She knew next to nothing about the figure, never been able to develop a sense of his character, even if it was by appearance. It was strange and made her wonder -- traits that definitely had captured her attention.
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May 19, 2012 22:59:41 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on May 19, 2012 22:59:41 GMT -5
Gharassk Ran
Gharassk returned to the Cantina being over whelmed by the smell again, shaking his head and placing his hand to his forehead relieving some of the pain.
He returned to the table he was at before giving chase, they returned and he waved them over when they got to him he spoke, Good you found him. Motioning to the bounty hunter.
Zett Rem
Zett fallowed the woman to the cantina and found the by who had signaled him int the first place, Then the boy stood and fallowed the Jadi out the back door.
Zett kept the helmet on for a bit, alright kid, addressing the Padawan but not saying the name, at least he assumed he was a Padawan of the Jedi.
Why did you bring me here?
Gharassk Ran
Well Ana... Gharassk paused thinking about telling him her name, sure he Had already used his own but she seemed not to want to trust him, he would leave it at Ana, ...And i are looking for someone and i think you are looking for him too, or at least could help us.
Zett Rem
Yes Zett was looking for someone, Sure I'm tracking someone he's working for my enemy and made a bad choice against me... and if your looking to stop me from going then you won't be worth my time.
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May 20, 2012 0:48:24 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on May 20, 2012 0:48:24 GMT -5
Like a predator on some planet stalking his prey- Or, more accurately, like a shadowy reflection of a detective following his suspect, Tez stepped out from behind his cover and trailed along behind the woman, Zett, and the woman's Togruta companion.
That was a point there. Togruta. They were one of the less common species in the galaxy, and largely seen off their home planet in the ranks of the Jedi. It was possible that he was dealing with a pair of them now, master and apprentice. And if he was dealing with Jedi, it was possible, however unlikely, that they were here for him.
He'd never let himself leave behind anything that could tie him to an attack, carefully wiping clean his traces, but there was always the chance somehow his trail had been found nevertheless, and on those occasions he always had a backup plan.
Like the good chessmaster that he was, he knew exactly how to direct the flow of the game. He could escape if need be. Or kill.
Until then, he followed.
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May 20, 2012 12:06:52 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on May 20, 2012 12:06:52 GMT -5
And there was the feeling again – seemed like the man had taken the bait. It wasn’t long after the group had begun to move away from the presence that she felt the man moving after them, following them. But, it would be wise to double-check. Anahid glanced over her shoulder once before she continued walking, motioning her head towards the right and turning into an alley. After a few seconds, she felt as the male continued down the alley and on their trail. Yes, he was definitely following them. She averted her attention to the road before them, hearing as Ghassrak and the man began to talk.
Looking for someone, was he? Well, it seemed like they were in Dxun under very similar circumstances; though, part of her wondered if they were really after the same man. Since his last hit three years ago, the man had become, basically, a ghost of sorts – the name never came up during raids nor was it mentioned in attempts against the Jedi or the Republic. Well, not until now, and even then, it was nothing but a rumor – one that not even Anahid had been able to confirm. She chewed on her cheek slightly as they walked, arms crossed lazily across her stomach. Then again, if he had in fact caught someone else’s attention many years ago, then this possible reappearance may have brought some old enemies of his ought. She shook her head slightly – this was absolutely ridiculous.
They walked for a while longer, but it wasn’t until they neared the inn that the mercenary finally interjected. Were they there to stop him? Honestly, not at all – until five minutes ago the Jedi had not known of the man, nor had she any particular reason to bring him with them. As if that wasn’t enough, Anahid did not have the slightest idea as to who this man was looking for; for all she knew, this man had absolutely no relationship to the man they sought. “I’m not going to stop you,” Anahid finally spoke, uncrossing her arms as she turned to look at the man, “In all honesty, I really don’t plan on getting involved in your search lest it involves my own search.” It was true as well; she didn’t really need to call any more attention to themselves than they were already receiving.
Anahid couldn’t help but narrow her eyes slightly – working for someone? Huh – that had never really been a particular trait of Carja; from her experience with the man and from what she knew, the man didn’t play well with others, doing what he pleased when he pleased. He was volatile – and many often chose not to work with a man like that. But – it had been years, things may have changed. “But, this man…” She added after a few seconds, “Do you have a name or image of him?”
She glanced over her shoulder the follower's presence returning, "Or... or anything that could readily identify him?"
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May 20, 2012 12:46:52 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on May 20, 2012 12:46:52 GMT -5
Zett Rem
“Do you have a name or image of him? Or... or anything that could readily identify him?"
Zett turned to her, Only up here. Zett tapped his head, Mando armor, scar on his chin, cold evil laugh. Zett thought back to the mans taunts of Zett's mother, it was bad enough that he thought she was dead for years now, then he finds out she was alive and then she dies.
Zett let out a sigh, Unless you humbles need my help, then i have a man to kill. Zett stood and waited for the answer fro either of the two.
Gharassk Ran
Gharassk felt the different mood in the Bounty Hunter, and the few things he knew about the man matched the man He and Anahid where looking for, Gharassk looked to Anahid for her response, almost in questioning what her reaction would be.
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May 22, 2012 4:34:39 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on May 22, 2012 4:34:39 GMT -5
It was, Tez realized, a very good thing he was a patient man. It was also very good that he had no preconceptions about what was 'boring' to get in the way. If he were some typical human with the typical desires for some form of constant entertainment, he would be quite bored with his task of covertly following his opponent.
As it was, he felt absolutely nothing about it. It was work. He did his work, and he did it well. As with all other things, he would take this as an opportunity to strive for success. Success, in his book, meant he kept his cover and got what information he needed.
However, he also decided that another quick change in tactic was required. If he kept his distance, eventually he'd be noticed following them. In fact, it was possible he'd been glimpsed anyway. That left just one more convenient trick to use.
Calmly, and nonchalantly, Tez walked past his cover and directly towards the trio of figures he was following, with the express intention of walking directly past them and pausing along their path. It would also cause them to tip their hands if they really were after him.
Vaguely he realized spy droids really would be a good investment.
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May 22, 2012 20:18:20 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on May 22, 2012 20:18:20 GMT -5
Anahid’s eyes narrowed slightly, the chewing on her cheek beginning. A mandalorian man with a distinctive scar on his chin, could it be that the two were after the same man? For the first time in minutes, the Jedi’s attention shifted from the man following them to the man before her. Anahid’s eyes bore into him as her hand instinctively reached for her pocket, and pulling out a handheld holoprojector. In an instant, the distinct humming of machinery and the appearance of a blue-light took over the hologram, before the distinct figure of a man, clad in a black, orange, and yellow beskar appeared. Anahid muttered darkly to herself, switching the image to a close-up of the face, where the Mandalorian reappeared – a mass of shaggy black hair, a tanned face with some angular features – black eyes and that ever distinctive scar running down his chin. “Is that him?” If it was indeed, Carja Jinn, then it would be beyond fruitful to keep in contact with this man; hopefully, two set of eyes and ears would be able to find the Mandalorian sooner.
“However, if this is, indeed, the man – you cannot kill him; believe me, it is for your own sake.” There would be no name given to the man; there was no need to facilitate his murder – even if the man was deserving of it. Sighing softly, Anahid pushed the hood off her head – still, it was nice to know that they were getting somewhere at long last.
The sound of footsteps burst behind her, causing the woman to switch the holoprojector off. Glancing over her shoulder, she was met by the visage of a camouflaged beskar, a slugthrower carried casually by his side, and a noticeably large helmet. Her eyes widened lightly and she couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Huh – seemed like both Gharassk and the bounty hunter had accurately spotted the man out. She stared for a bit longer before switching her gaze, “Seems like he did decide to follow us…” Her voice was soft, audible only to the two nearest to them. Currently, the man’s intentions still remained questionable. Casually, the woman turned lightly, positioning her body between the newcomer and the younger Padawan – if something were to go wrong, she much rather have him as far away from danger as possible.
“Afternoon...” Anahid greeted with a nod of her head, a nicety exchanged between two passing strangers as they went about their day. Anahid refocused her attention, hand reaching instinctively to the nape of her neck to place her hand closer to her saber -- maybe she was being a bit paranoid, but there was nothing wrong with being prepared.
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May 22, 2012 21:10:30 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on May 22, 2012 21:10:30 GMT -5
((OOC---Modified))
Zett Rem
Zett clenched his fist as he saw the man appear on the holocom, The man who killed his mother, That's him, Zett noticed the other mando,
Gharassk Ran
Gharassk knew where things where going, Zett knew the enemy, he didn't here the bounty hunters words he was speaking to low.
Gharassk tried to ignore the other with the slug thrower but he peeked any way as he was walking by.
Zett Rem
Why is he fallowing us? Zett mumbled and thought, the cantina, then Zett, then the others leaving Zett did the math,still not knowing who it was.
He was curious? Zett was having trouble thinking over his own anger even after all the times of him not giving in it was the threat of his family and friends that did it to him.
Zett would wait for him to come out himself before making trouble, Zett shrugged.
Gharassk Ran
Gharassk then knew Zett had met this man before that was more then enough for Gharassk to find out,
Anahid, I should say Zett was chasing a boy dressed as a Jedi perhaps he already is on to something?,
Gharassk saw that Zett seemed not to be worried of the Follower so Gharassk wouldn't either.
Zett Rem
kids right we stand a better chance together your skills, and me for any 'handy work'. Zett clenched a fist. Other wise I will be playing for the win against him.
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May 26, 2012 2:25:52 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on May 26, 2012 2:25:52 GMT -5
As Tez approached, he could pick up his quarry's conversation more clearly, and he listened intently to glean what he could from it. More importantly, he used his eyes. Or, more accurately, he used the advanced heads up display on his helmet, zooming in the image feed to get a good look at the image on the holoprojector.
He found it interesting.
An angular, tanned face. Black eyes. Shaggy hair. And a scar that Tez remembered well. In fact, he'd been there when it had come to be. Carja Jinn. An alumni of the Dha Werda Verda, and one of the few people in the galaxy who knew Tez Hakur's name. A fellow true believer in the Old Mandalorian ways. The ways of strength, the ways of violence for God. These young upstarts who thought of war as being measured in planets gained and lost, or who prized such concepts as nationalism and patriotism, they were fools. They didn't realize that what being Mandalorian meant was unleashing destruction, wiping out as many as possible to the glory of Kad Ha'rangir. Their God was a god of destruction, not concerned with petty flags and the affairs of nations.
Carja was a man who understood that. Or had been, at least when Tez had known him. That was years ago though, and the Kel Dor had simply assumed he'd been killed by the Sith or the Republic during their purge of the DWV. Yet here his image was, being looked at by a suspicious woman who might be a Jedi or some sort of Republic agent.
From what he could hear and deduce, Zett seemed to have some problem with him. If his knowledge of the human was remotely accurate it probably boiled down to some score that the man wanted to settle. One of the downsides to being a member of the DWV was the list of enemies. Petty grudges, families looking for closure, victims looking for revenge, and always security agencies. Not everyone was as careful as Tez was. Perhaps Carja had made a mistake somewhere along the line and was now being pursued by both the Republic and this one man.
When the woman greeted him, Tez stopped and nodded to her cordially, speaking through his helmet. That simple action required speaking through his breath mask's vocoder, and through the helmet's audio system as well. The end result was an extremely metallic voice that sounded anything but human. Luckily it would keep his race completely anonymous.
"Good afternoon to you as well."
It was, Tez decided, time to probe for information.
"I couldn't help but notice you looking at a holo-image. It must be someone very important to you, yes?"
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May 26, 2012 14:00:31 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on May 26, 2012 14:00:31 GMT -5
That is what differentiated a Shadow Jedi from other positions within the Order, they specialized in stealth, working in secrecy. And while the majority of their work consisted in the annihilation of artifacts connected to the Sith, they too engaged in roles that required them to gather information. Before coming to any form of conclusion, they collected all possible data and consider all possible outcomes. It was a job that required them to think far and beyond what was required and often divided them into seeing the Force as a division of black and white, or, in her case, a division of black, white, and many shades of gray in-between. So when Gharrassk and the bounty hunter concluded that this so called 'Jedi' had anything to do with Carja Jinn, it didn't surprise her. Instead, she stood quietly for a few minutes, carefully weighting out her options and considering all possible explanations. Finally, she spoke.
“Perhaps, but I wouldn’t let myself astray by that – this man is very peculiar in the way he does things, he follows a certain order and process – so the inclusion of a Jedi in his plans seem quite unlikely. Plausible, but unlikely.”
It wasn’t so much that she doubted the importance of what the Bounty Hunter had seen, but in her years following this man with Master Roman and, later on, their fateful meeting in Datooine, made her question the connection between the two. After all, including a ‘Jedi’ in any of his plans would definitely capture the attention of many – the Order, the Republic, and the Sith – the more attention brought to the plan, the higher the risk for error, and the higher the risk for error, the least likely he would become involved. She smiled wryly, Carja Jinn was smart-enough to not let himself fall into that situation again. The man shook her from her thoughts causing Anahid to shift her weight – he was simplifying things and it unnerved her.
Anahid gave a sigh and uncrossed her arms, “Confidence is good, Bounty Hunter – but what you are exhibiting is overconfidence,” Her eyes fell momentarily upon the male, her eyes narrowing lightly as she spoke, “There is a reason why this man has remained in the shadows for so many years, a reason why he has escaped the grasp of countless of foes and it’s because they don’t give him enough credit.” Yes, working as a group would be a fine idea, but in Anahid’s experience, it would be better to remain hidden – any ‘handy-work’ that he was referring to, could quite possibly reduce their potential of finding the Mandalorian. They couldn’t bring any more attention to themselves than they already had, the best example reflected in the beskar-clad male that had been following them.
Anahid stared at the male cautiously, pursing her lips as he spoke. So, he had seen the image, well, that was rather unfortunate; she would have much rather preferred if the image remained away from curious eyes as much as possible. But, what was done was done; she could only hope to change the odds in her favor. “Declaring his importance is rather odd thought; though you could say that I am curious about him.” She forced a small smile, as if it were no more than a casual conversation, “Perhaps, you know him?”
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May 26, 2012 19:38:25 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on May 26, 2012 19:38:25 GMT -5
---- Zett Rem ----
After the man in armor spoke Zett saw several things familiar about the other man in armor who had fallowed.
The helmet was familiar, though Zett couldn't put a name on it yet, His mind went into slow mode taking in ever bit of information he could about the man, walking pace, an estimated shoe size, estimated full body measurements, helmet measurements, slug thrower model.
He went threw all that information, fining only one person he knew that matched it,Could it be The Kel Dor he had met only less then a week ago?, sure the armor was colored different but that's easy work, He made the mistake of talking, the muffled metallic voice came as one Zett remembered well, Sure you can have plastic surgery but that can only do so much for you, same with armor, still small things stood out, armor measurements and being that he was a non human his helmet was different from Zett in a few way size as one.
But Zett was only sure after he spoke and Zett took about one minute to make sure all his information was right using his own H.U.D. to bring up the old records Zett made of him before still under an unamed file, for comparison, it all fit, Zett now Added the new color to his file and snapped a new pic that should remain unnoticed unless someone saw a small red blink, but that was unlikely as every ones attention was on the Kel Dor.
Now the only question was if Zett was ready to speak up about knowing the man. No not yet.
---- Gharassk Ran ----
Gharassk felt the man who was watching them a minute ago at the cantina, He focused in on each member of the group, Anahid was normal, no eager emotions that he could tell, Zett on the other hand was slowly building to something in his mind, and Gharassk didn't want to low his cover as a Padawan by reaching any further and giving it away to the follower, the follower was mysterious still and not much could be told about him from Gharassk young age and skill level.
Gharassk stopped his small probing and returned to the conversation giving it his full attention, touching hi light saber in his boot with the force in case he would need to act on it.
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