A Job Has Come Up

[mitchell]

It had been over a year since the "Oracle", a Praetorian-class frigate MKI, had really made any attempt to orbit a planet for anything besides supplies but now something had come up. Some message traffic had reached the once great escort ship and it lead straight to a world that was hated by most of the crew, Nar Shaddaa. Orbitting above the planet full of smugglers, the "Oracle" just looked like a war torn vessel when all reality it was ready to get into a fight still.

On board the frigate, Shawn O'connor was discussing with a few of his senior crew members about going down to the surface. "We need the work men, it has been nearly 4 months since we saw action of any sort. Not to mention we are running low on funds to continue doing what we do out here." Shawn's voice rang to each member as they sat about an old war strategy table. This was the first real meeting around this table that had taken place for months so there was some tension cause it hardly ever came to this.

"Shawn, listen we don't know if we can trust this person about the job. We are still a Republic ship Shawn so taking on as a smuggler would ruin us." Came the words from Shawn's most trusted troop leaders, Lokran, a gungan. He was a bit of a burley man and seemed a bit untrustworthy but him and Shawn had been close ever since Shawn lost his master so with Shawn pushing even against him to go down seemed a bit odd.

"Lokran, I know what you mean but we need this so I am going." With the conclusion of that sentence the council knew it was over. Shawn was already up and moving to leave the small room. Shawn knew it was a risk going down but with a small elite unit of troops with him there and a frigate ready to fire down from the sky's Shawn felt comfortable in trying to get this new mission.

Just a few hours later the NR2 gully jumper was touching down in the city of New Vertica, Shawn and 4 of his most trusted soldiers standing at the loading ramp waiting to disembark. Once finally landing the ramp lowered rather quickly to let the 5 men out of the hold so they could make their way through ruffian filled streets.

Dresed in a black cloak and red under clothing, Shawn nearly looked as though he was a bounty hunter or Dark Jedi more than a Gray Jedi in this place which, combined with the 4 moderately armed soldiers behind him, was a bit uncomfortable for some of the ruffians lurking through the busy streets. This was no normal band it could be seen just from their movements but rather a unit that had been worked and torn for many years and with Shawn leading them through the streets anything problem arising would be finished with ease.

Not a soul tried to stop them as they transverse towards their destination. Street after street, stand after stand, smuggler after smuggler was passed as the group converged onto the nearing back street cantina that was to be the meeting place. It was by far in the heart of all the reputation behind Nar Shaddaa being a smugglers haven, and as they drew to the door of it was clear that this would be fast and easy, hopefully.

Waving his men to disperse as they entered the establishment, Shawn was make his way to the counter. "I'm here on business. Looking for someone by the name of Baba something or another?" Shawn wasn't really sure if this was right since the message was a bit fuzzy but Shawn was sure this was the right cantina by the message. Waiting to be pointed in a direction Shawn just stood, like stone by the counter.

[Poludnica]

Ambient

Carefully manicured nails graced the delicate surface of her datapad as she made every effort to ignore the droning noise of the cantina. Cool green eyes, the shade of an ancient glacier, watched indifferently as pale blue liquid sloshed about at the bottom of her glass. Around the young human woman, stood two guards, though neither of them from her father's private army. They were hired here, on the smuggler's moon, from supposedly well known and established company. They cost a lot but kept any undesirables away. Danica thought it felt good to have someone like this around, when they were not at Devon's leash.

Speaking of the old lawyer trog, the idiot was convinces she was busy spending her money on exotic Hutt's goods before the visit to Naboo. What else could an airhead like her do? Certainly not plotting making money on the site off the company profit. Not her, she was too indiscipline; too hotheaded. Danica's eyes narrowed at the memory of their recent meeting. On Naboo? You won't achieve a thing there.. We shall see, Devon, we shall see...

The woman's sleek, inky-black dress glistened a subtle teal in the cool lighting emitted from the delicate lanterns capriciously strung overhead. Draining her drink with a slight tilt of her head, Danica began to look about the bar. Pangs of doubts began to gnaw at her It was bad enough she had had to suffer through the incompetent, and stingy barman who didn't seem to recognize when someone important stepped through his door. Maybe it wasn't this good idea after all...

The string of thought was broken immediately when the doors opened again and a tall man stepped in, surrounded by few armed guards. Apathetic eyes of patrons watched him as the human made his way toward the counter. It could be him...He didn't stand much afar and she could here him through the Her brow arched slightly when the man asked about...Baba? ”What..?” Danica muttered and shrugged. Apparently it was for someone else.

With a sigh, the woman, adjusted in a surprisingly comfortable seat and decided to wait few more minutes, though mild irritation already began to flare up in the back of her mind.

[mitchell]

Shawn was rather confused when the tender didn't really point him in any particular direction but rather just poured him some random drink and told him it maybe a while. With the lighting in this place already low and kind of annoying to him Shawn tried to look about form table to table for someone out of the ordinary. With cold, blue eyes scanning from person to person it would be only a few moments later, as he turned to grab at the drink before him that he would noticed the woman just down from him with 2 guards. She was the only other person here with any sense of security it seemed which meant she had some cash backing her, possibly making her the one he was looking for.

Taking his glass into his rather scarred left hand and allowing his right hand to disappear into his cloak, gripping his shoto lightsaber for safety, Shawn would step out before turning to make the long approach towards this woman and her guards. Still with his cloaks hood covering his graying black hair, blue eyes, and currently emotionless face Shawn would draw near to the woman but just enough for ear shot so not to set her guards off on him and cause a scene. "Work is hard to come by and a smuggling job is what I was called here for. I was pointed to noone here but by scene you show the only one capable to fund it. Be this true?" Shawn's voice was a but low but at the same time held a sense of security in it though by surroundings most wouldn't be.

Waiting for some answer he stood still, ready to strike if attacked while at the same time, in different points in the room, his 4 men took up positions to stop any trouble if it were to start. Shawn wasn't an uneasy man per say to these scenes but he didn't trust them if, with the number of people out there, someone maybe a spy still for the other side. Turning towards her with all this in mind he would lower the hood of his cloak with his right hand, now off the shoto for safety reasons. Revealing the graying black hair,cold blue eyes, and a softened form of a semi chiseled face with what looked to be a faded scar by his left ear.

[Poludnica]

The strange man began to walk toward her. The guards tensed but Danica didn't react, at least not with fear. Sipping her drink, bright green eyes followed the human's movement. He was tall with dark hair peeking from below the hood. She couldn't see his features well but her gaze was drawn to the scarred hand that gripped the drink. A sense of uneasiness crept under girl's skin, causing small shudder to shake her frame. This man was no typical smuggler...Assuming it was him she was suppose to meet.

Full lips pursed around an azure straw when the man stopped not to far away, enough for a conversation but not invading her personal space. Large verdant orbs, wide from expectation peered from above the glass.

Slurp

Danica didn't stop enjoying her drink even when the man began to speak. His statement was vague and she couldn't be sure if this was the smuggler or just some freaky coincidence.

Slurp

The young woman put away the empty glass and leaned back in her seat, moving slightly closer to the two guards. ”I can fund many things, depends what you have to offer.” She stated, trying to sustain monotone cadence despite nervousness swirling in her mind. Danica looked into surprisingly bright blue eyes that stood out from his middle aged face like two lamps in dark night. But those were giving very cold light...Maybe it was more trouble than it was worth.

His own guards spread around the cantina and one of Danica's hired man, carefully pulled himself up to take a walk around the place and see if it was safe enough. His partner nodded briefly muttering something about getting him a drink but chilling gaze from the employer set him straight.

[mitchell]

Listening to the monotone voice come from the full lips of a seemingly harmless young man Shawn couldn't help but give a soft smile as he drew his own drink up to his lips to finish it swiftly. Moving to sit in a chair beside her, Shawn allowe his drink to set onto the counter of the bar before turning to face the rest of the patrons as he peered with cool blues eyes from person to person, his gaze becoming a bit more sft with each pass of a face. "A job maybe present that I got word of. I have a frigate in orbit waiting to depart once details of the job have been passed and contracts dicussed." Shawn spoke, for some reason his voice, though still husky, had a sense of softness to it now and a sense of security as he watched the other side of the room as one of her guards passed one of his.

Shifting a bit in the chair to get a bit more comfortable, Shawn turned once more to the bar as he took his drink into his scarred right hand again before sipping at it with a glance over towards the woman and her guard that remained. "May I suggest you allow your guards to have the drink they were discussing. My men can handle whatever comes along in the room and I myself won't let harm come to anyone here unless I can't get to the thing doing the harming in time." Smirking some Shawn moved his right side of his cloak away to reveal the top hilt of a shoto lightsaber poking from a small leathery type material pouch. Shawn wanted her to realize it was safe for now and he truly was here on business and nothing more but was the person she actually was set to meet.

[Poludnica]

The man moved closer and Danica relaxed. It was most likely the contact she waited for. The other guard visibly relaxed to. The smuggler still seemed enigmatic though what made Danica to chuckle. Probably he thought it gave him some mysterious, charming aura of danger. ”Depends...What kind of job you got word of?” The girl ordered another drink, though alcohol free this time. She already felt the buzz from the strange, blue stuff. It seemed one drink was like three on Coruscant.

For a moment, the girl was following the man's gaze. The patrons were a collection of so many races Danica hardly seen anywhere else than in Galactic Market. It intimidated her a bit, being raised strictly among humans through ones entire life had its drawbacks. Something similar to floating brain moved by and for a moment Danica was not sure whether her drink was spiced or such creatures really existed.

With a soft sigh the girl turned her attention back at the man. His demeanor changed slightly and voice softened but Danica was still wary. Verdant eyes fell on the exposed lightsaber and a tide of worry washed over her. Via upbringing she had inherent fear of Force users. Their powers were not to be trusted and about this her father might have been right. Regardless the man was here and even two guards may not stop him.

Danica nodded at the other of her men that it was alright to move away. He did just that, eying the smuggler for a moment. Not only her was cautious around the jedi and their various ilk – dark or light. ”No one told me you will know your way around the saber.” She crossed her arms; dark brows furrowed in a sign of small distrust.

[mitchell]

Shawn just continued to watch the room for a bit, his features now softer and more gentle than before giving a small wavering sigh. He had listened to her the entire time he gazed upon the room, both when she asked what he had heard and when he felt her discomfort to the sight of his saber and the words about it. He had heard it many a time in his travels and felt the gaze enough to know she didn't trust him. With a reach back, Shawn gripped tight the new glass brought forth from the barhand, a greenish liquid this time. Taking a long drink from the tall glass Shawn would finally turn upto let his and this young ladies gaze meet, no tricky being tried.

As his now softened gaze met with hers of distrust he could do nothing but give a smal smirk of mixed emotions. Letting the smirk die off his face and just be blank again he would turn once more to face the cantina, his lips finally parting to speak finally for the first time in minutes. "First order of business to your words. I got word that there is a pickup dropoff job and a merc/smuggling force to do it. I got the force to back to me do it. Second, you don't have to give me a look of distrust." Stopping for a moment Shawn took one last long swig form the glass before setting it on the counter to look into her eyes again and probe inside her, still no tricky though coming forth. "I know my way around the saber and around the Force both but by your face you don't like it. I am not here to trick anyone but do a job. The Order gave me up a long time ago and now I do what I need to in order to make a living with my crew."

With the closing word of 'crew' Shawn looked back onto the patrons before watching her guards and his own. Shawn felt comfortable here with the protection and even if she didn't trust him he still wouldn't allow her to be harmed since it was a possible employer for his crew to make some money in the long run.

[Poludnica]

So it was the guy. Danica didn't really know what to think of him. In truth the girl had a feeling that she would bite more than Devon would let her chew in peace. It wasn't the first attempt to get free but certainly maybe her last. Away from home with only few hirelings as protection. Then there was this party on Naboo...She would like to make there safely as it might change her life forever.

”I have a package to be delivered to the client on Tatooine. It's very fragile which means you will have to be very careful with it.” The woman said finally, highlighting the important word. In her mind such people didn't know a thing about handling art. They were like a bantha in a porcelain shop. He was a force user so most likely a former Jedi who didn't like the cloister life. Danica couldn't blame him – the clothes were awful, the rules strict. As if what made you the best warrior was a pent-up frustration.

”Dislike for the Jedi runs in my family.” Danica explained coolly. Cassius used to say that the Force users were a menace. Dark or light, didn't matter. They were more troubled than worth, distorting a natural order in the universe. Not the girl cared this much but that did instilled fear in her.

A smile ghosted across Danica's lips as she tried to hide her nervousness. So he was in the Order... ”I heard it happens a lot.” Danica knew at least two force users that just had enough. There was also another common trait about them – they weren't all right in the head.

[Arley Voegeli]

Arley had been on Nar Shaddaa for a while, he was running from bounty hunters, and on a contract to hunt down a Jedi, or Grey Jedi. it didn't matter to him as long as he got his credits get off this rock.

He was in his usual black robe, his blonde hair glinting in the dull street lights, for a follower of the dark side his eyes still stayed that clear ocean blue. His skin was pale but not dead looking. He had a different mind then most dark force users, though he felt completely consumed by it.

He was getting close to his destination, and could sense the Jedi close by, he now was surrounded by neon lights, and signs, he suspected the man he was looking for was in the cantina. as he proceeded toward the cantina, he was stopped by blaster fire. He looked to his right and there was a bounty hunter, with Arley in his sights. He ignites his lightsaber and deflects his shots. Arley drew on the dark side, and hit him with hey bolt of lightning as the bounty hunter tried advancing, then hurled him into the planets abyss.

Arley deactivates his crimson lightsaber, but keeps it in his hand in case more come, he proceeded into the bar, and when he got in there he could feel his targets presence, he saw a man talking to a woman, both with guards, he wasn't to worried about them but the man was strong. He could feel it. He walks behind the man, and ignites his lightsaber. Ignoring the guards pointing their rifles at him. "I've been looking for you, you're not an easy man to find." Arley could careless if he knew why he was being hunted, but Arley knew this is going to be a challenge, and he relished in that fact, he craved a challenge. It was in his blood, as a Mandalorian.

[mitchell]

Shawn listened to her as he sipped a the new drink again. He knew all to well she didn't like the feel of him nor the hidden factors behind him but as he listened he couldn't help but give a curve lip on the left side of his face in a small raise of a laugh or smile. "The package is of no issue. You don't have to trust me but it wouldn't be broken nor will it be stolen we can handle anything like that. Next I understand your family didn't trust us but I am not one of them anymore." Shawn perked up a moment with a long pause as if something stabbed him in the back before slouching back down with a quick glance around the cantina before looking to her.

"And doesn't happen to often but it does happen but for now you got to trust me...somethings coming and we still have more to discuss. Go with my men, they will escort you and yours to your our shuttle and wait for me there." Motioning for his men to come over with his left hand it was only second later when someone was speaking to him from behind. Glancing to the young woman beside him he sighed as his eyes grew to a cool, cold blue again as his men rushed over, weapons drawn.

"By the way miss the name is Shawn and I am a captain, not a Jedi anymore but for now....please go with them and let me gain some trust from you." Motioning to his men again they would grab her by the arms while pushing her men back towards the back door. They were not even hesitate to leaving Shawn and even as he just sat there with this man behind he just continued to sip at his drink as he felt the man and studied his aurora.

Sighing Shawn sipped at his drink before finishing it with a tip of his head back. Setting it back on the counter, Shawn would move a sleeve up to wipe the bit off his lip before reaching down to either side. With the 'snap' of a button Shawn drew up to sabers and set them before him on the counter and spoke to the man as his back remained to him, his emotions like steel, and his thoughts peaceful. He was no longer a Jedi, true this maybe but Shawn was once a Knight but since he was left with the time he just never advanced much further. "I hope you understand child what you are about to do. I am just trying to make a living out away from the Order and you guys just don't quit. I am not of the Order nor of any band but I still know plenty. And trust me...form your voice I know who you are but I'd be surprised if you I. I am lost in time and with that if you attack you maybe surprised to find something not taught by many anymore."

[Poludnica]

She weighed his words carefully, looking for any signs of a lie or deceit. The former Jedi seemed honest but they had all those strange tricks. Danica slurped her drink for longer to give herself some time. ”Mhmm.” The young woman murmured, still not entirely sure about this all. They warned her about the business on Nar Shaddaa being no place for the Core World ladies even if she was desperate to get money from this deal. Still, Danica's heart pounded like a scared rabbit against her ribcage.

The ex-Jedi's next words were completely lost on the woman whose gaze shifted toward the spark of red that flashed at the far end of the room. Another man was coming their way. It elicited a visible shudder from her. Something about him felt very, very off.

They warned me not to come here...

Her heart skipped few beats when the other force user stopped close to one that called himself Shawn. The girl fingers tightened on the glass. The troubles were about to start. Armed men came closer and Danica backed away. He really thought she would stay here? With a man she barely knew? The other was here for him, not her which meant being near Shawn would not end this good for the Livco heir.

”Well...I...think we are done here.” Danica said, trying to hide slight tremble her voice had. For a first time visit in Mid Rim this didn't shape to be a nice experience. Always happens to me. Crossed her mind as she carefully stood up and stiffly, trying to run, directed her steps toward the exit; the girl's guards readied their weapons already.

[Arley Voegeli]

"Not taught by many anymore? I wouldn't mind testing you, but mind you, I am no weakling," Arley said to the man, he saw that he had scared a woman, he could feel her fear, but civilians ment nothing to him, he is only interested on his target. "I am not here because of the order, I could careless if you're a jedi or not," he studied the Grey Jedi, he could sense his strength, he was strong, Arley welcomed the challenge.

"I am no child, soon you will see," Arley looked at the man, he didnt look that much older than himself, but it made no difference to him. "Look, you don't know me but you soon will, come now, meet your destiny," Arley chuckled evily and got in Ataru's opening stance, and waited for an attack.

[mitchell]

Shawn just sat there with his back to turned to this young Dark Jedi, nothing phasing him from the fact that he had a drink in hand nor the fact that he had both his lightsabers before him. Sipping again at his drink he slowly let his voice ring out a bid so that his retreating female business employer could here. "Men since she is going to go stay with her and her guards. Obviously this is going to end badly and I don't want our employer getting her. Mama I know you are trying to call this off and I can't let that happen so allow my men to escort you to your ship and go ahead and go dock with the Oracle in orbit. This will be finished soon and please don't let this scare you out of our business." As he finished his words he once more lifted his drink to his lips and just sipped slowly.

Finally turning about, the drink glass being set down slowly as he turned. Watching as patron after patron now left the cantina along with his men to accompany the female Shawn just stared at the young man before him in an Ataru stance. Smirking a bit before scuffing Shawn reached back and gripped the two similar looking hilts of his lightsabers. Slowly drawing to his feet, Shawn stumbled slightly as if he were drunk before shaking it off as he stood up straight before taking the form of Niman, or so one would think. Switching up his foot work a bit the stance changed from Niman to the form of Jar-kai which though a sub form had strict difference in offensive stance. "So you use Ataru? Good stance to use but one think...single lightsaber is hard to use well in a place like this in that stance." Grinning a bit with a sinical looking face and blue eyes that were as cold and emotionless as the steel around use now.

Letting the force draw into his body and focus more into his hands Shawn let the duel lightsabers ignite. The one in the right hand ignited as an orange blaze of brightnes and the left hand ignited with a shorter blue glow. Giving a wink to the Dark Jedi Shawn threw back his cloak off his shoulders with a roll of the muscular shoulders to be left in a set of crimson red robe, one not seen to be worn by any off Jedi or Dark Jedi. "My name is Shawn O'connor, an exiled Jedi and the captain of the Oracle. Set aside your blades and leave before you are put to your knees young one." Shifting his right foot he prepared for either an attack or to take a blow, whichever came first.

[Arley Voegeli]

Arley looked at his surroundings and the man who kept calling him young was right, there wasnt much room to start in ataru. But he wasnt going to be confined for long. He switched to Makashi opening stance.

The man called himself Shawn, he didn't look much older, and it annoyed him that Shawn kept calling him young. Arley drew on the force. "Your move," Arley smirked, this non-jedi had no idea what he had gotten himself into, but neither did Arley. He would not underestimate Shawn, last time he underestimated someone he almost got himself killed.

Arley redied himself for the imminent attack. Concentrating he waited, when the Jedi charged in he knew what he would do. Shawn was in for a suprise. "Quit trying to scare me. Attack and we will see who is on their knees," Arley's smirk faded and he became angry.

[mitchell]

Shawn couldn't help but give a smirk to this man. Shawn knew well he was close to the same age as him but he also knew he had seen far many more things in the unknown regions of the galaxy than most people have ever seen. Letting the smirk change to a blank face Shawn lowered his head and concetrated before lunging forward towards Arley, an agressive swinging bearing down from his right hand and a loose left hand waiting to act in defense.

"I am sorry for this but I can't wait for this job any longer. Farwell." Shawn's voice was strong with a darkness behind it but still a light shown deep inside through his eyes. Bearing down on Arley he knew the Makashi style some so he knew it was defensive but also knew it was hard still to defend against duel sabers in tight quarters.

[Arley Voegeli]

Arley watched the man's prideful smirk, amd thwn he attacked. "You think just because you have 2 lightsabers that you're stronger than I am? It means nothing!" Arley knew because he had two it would be difficult but he has beaten masters to where stronger. "You are strong indeed but, your two lightsabers make no difference here," he seemed to think two sabers made him stronger.

As they locked sabers Arley became more angry. "You are no match for the dark side my friend. It is futile to resist," said Arley blasting him back with Force lightning. He would not kill Arley, he would not be defeated by a Jedi,weather he was a real one or not, it made no difference to him, he would not lose this day.

[mitchell]

As lightsabers clashed and this man spoke of how Shawn thought he was stronger just because of his 2 lightsabers he was dead wrong. Knowing all to well tnot to underestimate his opponents anymore like he used to Shawn smirked just listening to the man before hearing the crackling of the air as the dark side took hold of the mans arm. Going wide eyed Shawn gave an even bigger smirk before pushing against the man more with brute strength and slid his other lightsaber between them.

Watching the flash of purple light spring from the mans hands he used his second lightsaber as a buffer to take the lightning as he slid back from the locked sabers battle. Moving the lightsaber down slowly with the lightning taking it in he smirked and shook his head. Giving the man a grin his cold blue eyes flashed a sign of a hiden furry inside of him. "I don't think because I use 2 sabers at all I am stronger but I do believe I am stronger because I don't embrace neither the dark or light side but follow my own true heart." As the lightning finished Shawn let both his lightsabers extinguish as he now studied the man abit more to understand his method behind trying a force lightning so close to himself.

"I've spent many years away from dark and light both and have learned more than anyone ever has about them. I know your mislead by the darknes but follow me and you can stray back between them." Stepping a bit closer to the man he ignited his sabers again and took his stance once more to take a defensive stance if this battle were to draw on like he some how knew it would for a little bit longer.

[Arley Voegeli]

Arley was suprised he deflected the lightning, it didnt matter he pain from the lightning fueled the anger even more, but he stopped and deactivated his lightsabers. He swore to himself it was somekind of Jedi trick. But he could tell it wasn't, he actually started talking, and he had come to understand that this man was a Grey Jedi. He never understood them, they where basically rouge Jedi, who then usually fall and become Sith.

"It is just a job that came up, now your asking me to join you? Why would I trust you? I do use the dark side but I am still Mandalorian and I dont trust jedi or anyone who used to be one," Arley twirled his saber in his fingers. He took three steps toward him, "I need the credits to get off this rock and I'm getting them one way or another, so you better give me a better reason than straying between dark and light." Arley stepped in with the Makashi Salute, a strike to the thigh, then tapping the chest this the tip of his saber and coming around with a vertical headstrike.

[mitchell]

Shawn had shut his mouth and stood motionless as he took in the feeling for the room a bit more. The Sith before him was saying that this fight was for credits and that because he was a Mando amd since Shawn was of Jedi Origins that it gave him the right to hate him. Sighing a bit he watched as the man moved 3 steps to him and then bore down on him with and attack. Watching as the mans saber strike came low the shoto saber in Shawns left hand deflected that strike before the duel-phase saber moved to block and over head attack. This was something Shawn hadn't expected as he felt his right leg buckle under the strike but at the same time an opening was left as one of his and the other mans sabers clashe in sparks.

Taking the opening, Shawn extinguished his right hand saber and focused the Force into a whirling ball of air before Force pushing the Sith away from him and back into a boothed table that was straight back. Huffing slightly Shawn stood up straight and extinguished his sabers both as he looked at his right leg and say a slight burn about 4 inches long across his thigh, the reason he had buckled under the strike. Turning his attention back to the Sith he shook his head as he took position again but then stood up shaking his head and turned. Taking steps away from the man he went back to the bar and drew his black cloak up over his shoulders and slid his lightsabers back into their sheaths.

"Let me tell you something. Taking a job for credits never does any good when the one you are after makes and can pay more working for him. You may have been hired to take me down but what you don't know is I am the Captain of the frigate Oracle and hold wealth normally on hand that can pay you more. Taking a breath Shawn began to move towards the door before looking back at the Sith. Giving him a smirk he tossed a small bag of something onto the table just next to the door and then also a small comlink beside it. "Thats 2000 credits and a link to my personal line on my ship, untraceable if you think to try. Contact me if you want a real job and want to make a bit more money or if you want to try to fight again but I was here on business and really would like to get back to that so I bid you a good day and hope we met again on better or worse terms....you decide."

[Arley Voegeli]

Arley deacivated his lightsaber in awe. He looked at the items thrown to him and took the com-link and the credits; the 2000 creds where more that the job was worth, and he decided not to even use the comm. Throwing the comlink back to Shawn, Arley said: "Wait, Ill take your offer. Right here and now. I just want off this rock, if you can give me passage out of this rock, Ill pay you my ship savings, which is more than 20,000 credits. Buying a ship on Nar Shaddaa is pricey." Arley said with a smirk, if this man was offering a way out, he was happy, but he offered more. He wanted Arley to join his group, which intruiged him. He was obviously not a mere mercenary, seeing as he was trained as a Jedi.

"Well, I am no Sith, and the way of the Grey, doesn't really seem that bad, eversince I have learned to use the Dark Side I have horrible nightmares, if becoming what you are will stop them...Then I shall join you with no objection" The the dark side flashed in him "But if you try to order me around like some pet, then I will have to destroy you. I will do so without hesitation, even if it means my own death," He sneered, he wanted a different path from the dark side, eventhough he was powerful it made no difference to him he hated who he was and wanted change. The dark side was destroying him, and he was happy that he wanted to redeem himself.

"I will follow you to your business or you can just give me directions to where your ship is, you have my word that I will not attack you, or your men." Arley told him with a sincear look in his eye. "I hope our travels together will be...Prodictive." Arley ended his note, walking beside the Jedi. "Show me the way."