Star Wars: Rise of the Sith

A Long Time Ago, In a Galaxy Far Far Away...




It is two years after the Battle of the Star Forge. At this point the Republic and the Jedi Order are in disarray after a difficult battle with the Sith, led by Sith Lord Darth Malak. This is a period known as the Jedi Civil War, since the Jedi Order is crumbling, the Jedi are scattering, and many are turning to the Dark Side of the Force. Having lost the dreaded Star Forge, the Sith have been forced to resort to more cunning tactics than brute force to take worlds. On one such world on the outer rim, the Sith Lord Maelus has begun a test of a powerful new Dark Side weapon, a focusing device that allows the dark mind influencing powers of a Sith Lord to expand across an entire world. This world, Coranthia, is one of the leading providers of Cortosis, a material that can deactivate lightsaber blades struck against it, to the Republic, without which the Republic would stand no change against the Sith. He has dominated much of the populus and government, but a few bands of resistance still remain, one such band has managed to send a single distress call out from the planet, hoping that someone will answer....

Cole Tainer

Cole was heading to the Coranthia system after having cleaned out a den of space pirates, he had persued them because it had been rumored that they had been assisting a Sith but they'd had little information for him and had only pointed him in another direction, Coranthia. Shortly after reaching the outskirts of the system his hyperdrive failed on his ship.

"Sithspawn, well I guess I'm stuck here now even if it's a wild nerf chase. Let's see, it'll be at least an hour to reach the main planet by sub-space..." Just then the distress call came on over the transmitter. After it had finished, a smile broke over Cole's face, "Found you." He said quietly to noone, as his ship made it's way to it's destination.

Lord Maelus

The throne room in the capitol city had taken on a new decor. Where once gold hangings had graced the lovely white stone walls of the great chamber, there now hung the bodies of those who stood against him, rotting in the sunlight directed at them by the skylights that once made the room glow wonderfully. The large chamber was meant only for audiences with the Royal family of Coranthia, but Maelus rather liked it all of the time. His newly carved black stone throne stood high on a stone platform, the corpses of the royal family strewn about the ziggurat-like steps. The young girl had screamed beautifully as he tore her sanity from her... what a pity she had swallowed her tongue... He hung one leg lazily over an arm of the throne, sipping occasionally at a Corellian wine, altogether enjoying his stay. Several soldiers in black uniforms dragged a wounded man before his throne, he turned his head in curiosity, his white hair swaying softly.

"We found this man, my lord, he has confessed to being involved with the resistance, and tells of a distress call sent by his group."

Lord Maelus hissed sharply, lord but this may complicate things.

"Very well, sergeant, take him to the reeducation facility."

The two men bowed sharply and dragged the gibbering, half-conscious man away. Slowly, gracefully, he swept his hand to the arm of his throne and depressed a key.

"Commander, we may be expecting company soon, planetary defenses on full alert, yes?"

A quick affirmative reply came over the comm, Lord Maelus smiled, so little could possibly go wrong, this truly would be his finest masterpiece of conquest.

Serena panted heavily, as she ducked into the nearest alley. The sith patrols were getting harder everyday to avoid. She pulled her clothing over herself and held her breath until the patrol had passed. Out of all the planets they could have attacked, they had to pick this one. She hadn't planned to be here long but it looked like those plans where shot to hell. No matter where she ran, the jedi and their problems always seemed to find her. She pushed the memories away and ducked out of the alley, praying that the patrol was not still there.

Lord Maelus

Darth Maelus lazily depressed another communications key on the arm of his throne.

"Captain, I would like to see you immediately."

The large double doors opened, and a rough-looking man in a black Sith uniform walked down the long stone pathway, kneeling before him.

"Captain, I want you to step up your patrols, bring me all the Force Sensitives you find, I expect to have one suitable for taking as an apprentice within the week."

The man quickly took his feet, bowed sharply, and left the room. It had been some time since his last apprentice had challenged him for Lordship and failed, always his apprentices thought they were ready too soon, a shortcoming he could only attribute to stunning stupidity. Perhaps a female this time, yes, a female would be more receptive to his methods. He smiled to himself, as if to some private joke, and basked in the rotting glory of his new throneroom.

Serena had it all figured out. She had managed to get into the spaceport. The sith where constantly sending supply ships on and off the planet, working to cement their control. All she needed to do was stow away on one, wait until it got to some crowded port like Nar Shadda and walk off, free of the jedi for awhile longer. She had spotted the the perfect target, a bulk freighter large enough to hide on but small enough to only have a crew of two or three. She sat, waiting for the perfect moment to dash up the ramp. Two sith soldiers passed her, draging behind them a girl not much younger than Serena. She made light struggles, but it looked like she had been beaten and the stone-like soldiers paid her little mind. Suddenly she looked up and stared right at Serena. Her dirty and bruised face mouthed two words. "Please help." At the same moment, Serena saw the ramp to the freighter empty and practically calling to her. She cursed and lunged out at the closest guard. Her new plan was too free the woman, hide for about a week and try this plan again. "Funny how things change." She thought as she slammed her closed fists into the guard's head. He grunted and collapsed. "Good to know I havn't forgotten my preasure points." Serena mused. The second guard dropped the girl and lunged at her. Serena parried some of his blows but it was clear that he was the better warrior. Serena clenched her teeth and prepared to do somthing that she tried to never do. She touched that essence. The flow of life that connencted all living things. When she looked up again, the guard's next blow seemed to be moving in slow-motion. Serena easily parried the blow and struck twice, a swift kick in the knee joint and an oped handed chop to the throat. She felt at peace, and thought back on her early lessons, how the connection had always made her feel loved and connected to all things... but then the image changed. It turned red and she saw death and pain brought by the power of that current. She saw Quaharra standing over her, eyes blazing with madness and lightning crackling in her hands. She was suddenly brought back to the present. The girl was staring with shock and awe. Serena started to ask if she was alright when she heard shouts and alarms. "GO!" She shouted at the girl and began to run. The guards had seen her and opened fire she just kept running. She reached the doors of the corridor and opened them, just in time to see the butt of a blaster rifle slam into her face. Both of her lips split and her vision was blurred for a moment. she moved forward and bowled the guard over. She got up and kept running. She tuned a corner and stopped because of a sudden violent pain near her hip. She placed her hand there and felt the scorched flesh of a blaster shot. she looked at her hand and saw the fingers covered in her own blood. She had just enogh time to look down and see blood soaking through her tunic before she blacked out.

Yarra Del'Qari silently meditated in the small slepping cabin of the cargo ship she was currently a passenger of. Floating a few feet off the ground, she attempted to reach out and commune with the force, to once again confirm what she had first felt a week earlier.

Yarra had for years been the head of a Jedi convent on the forrest world of Daxteron. The idea had been that without the comingling of the sexes, the Order would lose less students to their passions. Yarra had proposed the idea along with another of the more prominent female Jedi, the master Quaharra. Quaharra had been one of Yarra's most trusted friends and together they had overseen the training of many talented Jedi. Then came the Jedi Civil war and Yarra began to notice a shift in her friend. First she left the academy, taking her young padawan with her, ostensibly to combat the growing Sith threat but Yarra knew her friend had changed. When Quaharra finally fell to the Dark side, it was almost as if a part of Yarra died. She was devastated. Since then she had searched for Quaharra's young padawan but it had been most difficult. It seemed as if Serena had severed her tie to the force. It wasn't until last week when meditating that Yarra had been able to get a sense of Serena coming from the outer rim world Coranthia. Leaving the school in the hands of her ablest student, Yarra had set out to find the young girl and bring her back to the fold.

"Ma'am, just to let you know we're approaching Heraton station, it'll be our last stop before Coranthia" the pilot's voice came over the intercom. Yarra frowned. She didn't appreciate all the stops they were making but she supposed she couldn't complain. She had altered the crew's minds so they believed she had paid them 25,000 credits for passage.

Back in meditation Yarra tried not to dwell on her slightly selfish reasons for finding Serena. The Order was crumbling and she had not been sent a new pupil in almost two years. The "ablest" pupil she had left the school in the care of was not yet 16 and she needed a student with Serena's potential if she was to rebuild the Order. Silently, she continued to meditiate. She was still incredibly troubled. Finding Serena should have been easy but every time she attempted to see Coranthia her mind was almost attacked by the perversion of the force that existed there. Yarra didn't know what or why, but something was very wrong on that planet.

Harland or double duce as his poker buddies called him rolled over and propped himself on one arm. Perspiration glistened on his chest this sex pistol had pleased him and pleased him good.

Smiling like the cat that got the canary he allowed his eyes to stretch the full length of this beauty, She was dressed now but even in her silver tight leggings and trench coat she looked a sight. Standing there with her hands in her pockets pouting those beautiful lips at him and batting those dream boat eyes.

Harland's member began to grow again as he smirked at her "going some place angel" he stroked the bed were she had been laying beckoning her back.

Seraphim smiled at the irony of his pet name, "Angel" if only he knew she thought.

Smiling back at him she raised an eye brow and sarcastically replied "no but you are" and with that drew her blaster pistol from her pocket and placed a beam straight through his head square between the eyes. She never missed, blowing the pistol as they did in those old west movies she had occasionally caught at late night sessions she placed it back in her pocket and approached the corpse.

The look of shock still on Harland's face a perfect hole now between his eyes his body lay limp across the bed, leaning over him Seraphim ripped the chain from his neck."this will serve as proof" with that she turned around and left the cheep and sleazy room Harland had hired for his rendezvous with his "Angel".

Harland had a price on his head and Seraphim planed to claim it. Seemed Harland had cheated a few to many Stella casino's and crossed the wrong people. Placing the chain and amulet in her pocket Seraphim left the run down Motel 6.

It was raining as she stepped onto the street, oh how Seraphim hated the weather on this planet. "now to get this pig off me" Seraphim pulled her jacket closed concealing one of her deadly weapons the other was snug in her pocket. She wanted a long hot shower and thats just what she planed to do as soon as she found an establishment more to her liking. Seems the Motel 6 wasn't safe now days,Seraphim thought she smiled as she amused herself with dry humour.

Crossing the road she headed for a dryer atmosphere................

Telereth

He amused himself for the afternoon with a local band his soldiers had brought to him, "Intergalactic Juicebox" they called themselves, and they played a rather upbeat form of Jizz music. He leaned his head over one armrest and bounced his foot to the music. After a time he grew bored, and strangled the band from his chair, they were good, but not good enough to live. He straightened himself in his chair and depressed a communications key.

"Captain, I will see the potentials now, and have someone remove the band immediately."

The doors opened and a series of Sith soldiers entered, they dragged along seven young men and women they had collected around the city. Two more Sith moved up and dragged away the corpses of the band, removing their equipment as well. The soldiers held the young people up for his inspection, and he smiled as he stood and gracefully descended from his great black throne, his cloak billowing slightly behind him, his white hair glowing in the sunlight. The potentials gagged at the stench of death that permeated the room, and one of the young men fainted at the sight of the bodies strewn about the grounds. He began to pace before the line of youngsters, inspecting each in turn, one of the young women had a blaster wound near her hip, he turned to face his captain, a look of disappointment on his face.

"My lord, she took down three of our soldiers, she was trying to escape, we had no choice...accckkk..."

The man gripped his throat and slowly collapsed to the floor, his face turning a delicious color of blue. He lightly kicked the captain's body with one toe, rolling it over the edge of the walkway, onto the growing layer of bodies below.

Cole

As he came within sensor range of the planet, it was obvious to Cole that the planetary defence force was on high alert, and he knew that casual visitors were going to be turned away, if not outright attacked. His chances of fighting of those defences with the transport freighter he was using was suicide, sure he had his snub-fighter stashed in the cargo bay but that wouldn't be enough.

At that point he decided it would be best to wait for an opprotunity to get through, maybe something else will distract them long enough for me to break through. He shut down the power to the ship and let himself coast toward the planet slowly, until he was right ontop of them it would be very difficult for them to tell him from any other space debris.

In a deserted bar
in an unknown world

Dalarus and Beno had always been friends.They were both force sensitive and at an early age they had been taken into the Jedi academy.But when the Malorean war started,they were two jedi that followed raven into combat against the man to save the repulic in battle after battle.

Having been expelled for their actions in the war and quickly hired out as mercs,making a good living at killing for money or collecting it,wave a lightsaber around and people will fear you or most people will.They were out in unknown planet to hunt something,something people say is a ghost.It is said that if you think your strong and you use the force and a lightsaber that a ghost appears and challenges you to a duel and destroys you and any of those with you.

In truth,the two thought it was just a myth until they recieved a message from a completely garbed man,in head to two in black cloth that stood short,near like five something and looked small and unintimatading.He said he was a ghost and wchallenged the men to a fight.They could no refuse.Their pride seemed to be their fall,like Raven's during the war.Both of them had spent the night here,having arrived on transport last night.

The clock struck noon and it was time.This planet was unknown the republic,the people of the republic hadnt got this far out yet and the people on this planet were not as advanced as the people the galaxy,it was about 1942 ish time,and it seems that their world war whiped them all out,so it was a bunch of cities with no one in them,virtually a ton of ghost towns and it seemed to fit.

The two fallen jedi walked out of the bar into the deserted street,walking slowly and cautiously,reaching out with the force to try and sense something,yet in this place of only dead ruins where no life seems to have touched in forever,the force could not find a single thing,only find death and the ghosts of the dead.The ghosts or the ghost seemed to drive fear into the men yet they kept on,Lightsabers out and roaring to life,one blade a deep blue and the other a green.

"Are you willing to test your lightsabers vs my blades?" A voice echoed from the ruins,bouncing off everything and echoing off the dead rocks and through the empty buildings.It seemed the sound came from every direction and yet from none.The two fallen jedi continued on skittish,without a reply though so the ghosts took it as a yes.

Maltor was a nagai,his voice was beautiful,hauntingly beautiful.Despite their pale skin,the Nagai were extremely charismatic and beautiful,but also extremely mysterious,no one seemed to know much about them.Maltor dressed head to toe in light dark black clothes,his robest blown aside and his longish black hair hanging stright back,jet black like his clothes.A blade,modeled a lot like a japanese katana resting in one hand easily,the blade had the edge of it shinier than the rest of the metal of the blade,it was cortosis,cortosis was coated all over the blade,but slightly more so in the blade so he could strike a light saber with the blade and deactivate it,thus the power of cortosis.

Springing come right out from the ruins,the plae skinned Nagai warrior seemed to be only a fleeting image as he smoothly came darting across their path,blade leading and cutting smoothly through the light beams of the light sabers,the cortosis on the blade deactivating them.Reeling from the attack and quickly reaching the flick the power of their lightsaber back on,the both looked at each other,silently asking the other what the hell had just happened.

The Nagai sprung from the shadows again before the one on the left could get his lightsaber going again.He came from behind,running once more across the street.His blade held out horizonitally,the blade outwards on his right hand,the end of the blade cutting the man on the left hamstring on his right leg clean apart,the man buckling at the knee and falling down to the ground,bleeding.His friend whipping around,Lightsaber ready but only sliced air.

Slipping around the man as he turned,he had ran the other way and quickly was at the others back as well.His blade spun around and he took the hilt with both hands as the man turned around and sliced at him with his lightsaber,the Nagai lifting his blade to connect with the man's lightsaber,his energy blade deactivating.Throwing some strength in the blade comming up,the razor tip cut right across the man's throat,spurting blood quickly,a line of blood splattering across Maltor's pale face.

As the man fell back dead with a dull lifeless thunk on the floor,the Nagai turned on the other jedi and looked at him coldly.Quickly spinning the blade twice before letting it rest point down in his hands,the Nagain brought the blade over the man's head and spoke a word in his Langague,a word that ment pathetic.Bringing the sword down,it quickly finished the other man off.Scooping the men's lightsabers up,Maltor dissappeared into the ruins and back to his ship.

Once Maltor had been asked about his killing,a man asked him about why he usually looked angry when he fought against weak opponents,he only replied "There is no pleasure or honor gains from defeating ones weaker than you,all you gain is more dirty clothes"

Comming into his ship,there was a list of a couple more dark Jedi or tainted jedi,force users that left the order.A couple names like Cole Tainer and Maelus came up.There was always an abundance of force users,though most of them seemed to weak to stand a good chance,the warrior did not give up hope that someone in the inner universe could give him a challenge.

Name: Mikael Skywalker
Class: Jedi Master
Description: Mikael is a very confident jedi master, though he is not arrogant. He wields dual blue lightsabers and seeks to protect the jedi order and the galaxy from the evil Sith. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He wears dark blue jedi master robes and is a jedi weaponmaster and guardian.

Mikael slowly walks along the streets of one of the floating cities on the planet Manaan. He looked around at all the Selkath...they had been doing pretty well since the removal of the Sith occupation. They had produced more kolto and had a larger discount in store for the Republic. He walks to his apartment and locks the door behind him, he then proceeds to sit in front of the bed and begin meditating, searching through the force for any force potentials or jedi...it had been a while since he had sensed any...perhaps the whispers of the force were true...maybe the sith had returned..but he had yet to encounter any.

Like a drowned rat Seraphim entered the room she just purchased for the night, her hair slick and stuck to her face her clothes drenched through.

Shutting the door with her foot she began to undress, removing the trench coat and tossing it over a chair she moved to the heater and punched in a pleasant temperature.

She walked into the bath room and turned on the water filling the tub, adding some complementary bubbles she then turned and began to strip from her tight silver hipsters and her silver crop top. Her body lean and athletic but was also curvy her bust ample and her hips just enough to seduce.

Stepping into the tub she turned off the tap then lowered her cold body into the warm inviting liquid. Slowly she laid back and relaxed, closing her eyes feeling the warm water flow up over her legs and her hips and the bubbles tickling her skin ever so softly "aaahh" she let out a long sigh and began to wash herself with the sponge.

Slowly she circled the sponge on her flat stomach, she inched it down to her woman hood were she began to erase any trace of Harland slowly circling the sponge moving it so tenderly so purposely. Smiling Seraphim decided that since Harland was out of the way and there was no way that slime could have pleased her she decided to take some time for herself.

Stroking her woman hood with the sponge she began to cup and caress her soapy breasts with her free hand "mmmm" she moaned as she slipped a finger over the sponge and into herself. Bringing her hips to her hand she rolled the sponge over her clitoris while probing her entrance firmly with her finger. Circling her nipple and pinching them to form peeks she lost herself in this lust wanting to reach her peek.

For that half hour she forgot her job forgot her search and kill mentality she was a woman and a sensual one at that. Stepping from the tub she wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel and entered the bedroom. Sitting on the bed drying her hair she switched on the plasma screen and began to watch the news.

Seemed to her this war would never end and while Sith and there Lord were around life was just not going to get better. Finding the news depressing she flicked channels and found nothing of interest so laid down on the bed, the nights activities tiring her she found sleep quit quickly............

As the freighter began it's descent onto Coranthia, Yarra began to go over the items she had brought with her. There was a change of clothes if she needed to blend in with the locals, credits with which to bribe local officials and her lightsaber.

Unlike most Jedis, Yarra looked at her lightsaber as a neccesary evil. She had rarely used it when she had traveled and had done so only in the most dire of situations. So many of the fallen Jedi were the type to call on their blade at the first sign of trouble. They didn't realize that the Force was not a toy with which to guide a sword but something that permeated each of us in ways that rendered weapons obsolete. A Jedi's role was to attain peace. Through that peace one could grow wise in the ways of the force that could instill a power far greater than the greatest swordsman possessed.

"Miss, we're about to be searched by the planetary defense forces." The voice of the cargo freighter captain ran through her room. Yarra sighed, she would again have to use the force to alter the minds of the weak, a practice she normally disliked.

"Very well, you will tell them nothing of me and that you are simply carrying your normal crew compliment"

"But I'll just tell them that you're not here and that it's just me and the crew" the captain replied, the seed having been planted.

A perfunctory search later, during which Yarra had used the force to remain invisible, and the ship was soon landing at Coranthia's main spaceport. As Yarra stepped off the ship she soon began to feel faint, soon it felt as if her feet were spinning and soon she fell to her knees.

"Miss, are you okay?" a young local had run up to her as she fell. Yarra began to clear her head and soon was able to block her mind to the invading forces.

"Y..yes, I'm fine thank you" she lied. She had never felt so weakened. Someone was perverting the force to an extent that it permeated across the entire world, likely affecting everyone on it. Yarra knew she would have two missions on this planet; locate the child and find whoever it was that was corrupting Coranthia and restoring balance to this world.

Cole

As luck or the force, would have it, just as his drifting ship came within sensor range, another freighter had arrived for inspection, causing a fair number of ships to deviate and from their patrols and escort the ship down to the planet to ensure it followed proceedure. That left Cole with just a large enough opening to do what he needed, he activated the ships functions and punched the sub-light drives rocketing towards the planet at the ships maximum speed, it took them less time than he had expected to respond but he was well within the blockade before he started taking hits to his shields.

By the time he breached the planetary defences barricade, his shields were down and he was taking heavy damage, perfect. He left the cockpit of the ship, after having set the self-destruct sequence, and ran back to the cargo hold to where his fighter waited. Jumping in he sealed the hatch and hit the button for the cargo bay doors to open, infront of him was the planet they had just breached the atmosphere and still the fireing from the planetary defences rained on and around the ship. He was sweating, his plan was crazy but it was also the only chance he had for survival at the moment.

Just as the ship's countdown reached zero, it exploded brilliantly, at that same instant Cole fired up the engines of his fighter to launch him clear of the blast, the explosion most likely blocking the planetary defences sensors ability to detect it before he shut them off again and let himself fall like a piece of wreckage from the destroyed ship.

As he plummeted towards the ground he activated the repulsors at the last minute hoping both at the same time he was now out of sensor range for the planetary defences, and that they would be strong enough to keep him from crashing. He was only half right, they were strong enough to keep the crash from being fatal but the ship was a lost cause as he pulled himself from the wreckage he looked around, there was a large city in the distance, no doubt they seen him coming in he'd have to get away fast. Grabbing his travelpack and his weapons Cole disappeared into the woods heading for the city.....

Maltor was enroute to the same planet as everyone else.He had located where Cole Tainer was,someone the Jedi council considered extremely dangerous to those of light and dark.As the Nagai's knife like ship fell out of the hyperspace and he came out into the open,the planetary defense forces,already breached by another freighter scrambled to intercept him.

Powering down his engines and adding it all to sheilds,rising the sheilds as the soldiers came on,he was hailed on the ships comlink yet the nagai ignored it and delved deep into the mystic control(the force to his people) He had a rough understanding but was trained to use it in battle and other things.Concentrating,his life signature on the ship fell off the charts,the ship suddenly becoming vacant of life.As the ships approuched cautiously,they made a line between the barricade and the space fighter.Quickly flicking the power on,the engines roaring and a blue flame errupting out the back,the knife like ship roared foreward,the edge cutting right through the rear and of a ship,cutting its engines.

Comming in a spiral towards the planet,the Nagai took more blast than he needed to and quickly hit a button,sliding back and into the rear section of the ship.Blowing off the first half,that rocketed off and then burst into flame,the second part hovered gently towards the planet,his life signature no longer there,apartantly they had killed him.

The second peice of his ship fell into orbit and soon crash landed in the middle of the city,destroying some of the road and hitting some people.THe back slide open and the Nagai,nothing more than a ghost,quickly dissappeared into the panicing crowd and into the shadows,his katana like blade strapped across his back,the black hilt over his right shoulder,his thekla knife at his left hip.The duelist could immediately sense the presence of the force and force weilders,it ment there was more battle to be won.

As he inspected the line of young Force Sensitives he suddenly stopped. A ripple, a feeling, like a pebble striking a pond, he felt the presence.... of Jedi. Surprising and disappointing, he had hoped for more time to train an apprentice before the meddlesome fools arrived to challenge him. He felt three distinct signatures, one felt... wild... untamed... but strong. None of the three were even comparable with his own immense power, so he smiled to himself. Let them come, let them meet their fates at the hands of Lord Maelus.

Serena had been in a kind of dazed stupor ever since the sith soldiers had roused her. This daze ended however, when she was brought before this... man. All blood rushed from her face as she fought to supress a shiver. If Quaharra had been tainted, this one practically reeked of decay and malice. She squeezed her eyes shut and kept her head down, praying that he would not choose her for whatever she and the others had been brought here for. The best case scenario was that this was just some horrible dream, but she doubted it. And there she stayed, trying to block out everything around her.

Yarra calmly walked into the bar. It was the kind of place that could be found on any planet in a spaceport. All the patrons looked like they had seen their share of blaster fights or smuggling runs. All manner of species were here, from humans to twileks to wookies. Yarra knew that this was as good a place as any to begin her search. She approached the bar and gestured to the short, brown skinned creature with the two large eyes working behind it.

"Greet gabba thort" the creature asked

"No nothing to drink." She replied, her voice haughty and refined like most Jedi "I'm looking for a girl. Young, blonde. Name of Serena"

"Ixt neb arra" The creature replied. Yarra knew it would be a long shot but she knew she needed to start somewhere. She again turned her eye to the rest of the bar. In the corner she saw a small, rodent like man hunched over a screen, Yarra had been in enough Cantina's to know he was the man to see about having things done. She approached him silently.

"Greetings. I am in need of help finding an acquaintance of mine"

"Well, I am the man peeople see here about having someone, herm, found" he smiled to himself. The man had obviously been cybernetically augmented. Yarra smiled and pulled a small holocron out of her pocket. She flipped it on to reveal a picture of Serena.

"This is the girl. Her name is Serena. She is on this planet"

"Very well, I have access to a large number of hired killers.." He hissed before she cut him off.

"She is not to be harmed. I need someone who is skilled at finding people."

"Ahh, well that is different. There is a bounty hunter on planet by the name of Seraphim. My price for arranging a meeting between the two of you is 2,000 credits." He said with a smile at her

"Actually, you'll put me in contact with this Seraphim for free, out of the goodness of your heart" Yarra replied, using the force

"But I'll help a pretty woman like yourself for free" he replied. "This is the location of where she is staying. It's not too far from here."

Yarra smiled. She began to stand up as the man cautioned her

"But I'd be wary if I were you. If a friend of yours has gone missing on Coranthia lately, it's certainly because he has taken her." The man said with genuine fear in his voice.

"Who is this he?" Yarra inquired. It seemed as though this lowlife knew of the source behind this perversion of the force

"I do not know. But he is responsible for all of the evil on this world. I would be very careful if I were you, lightsaber or no"

Yarra quickly made her way out of the bar and onto the crowded streets. There was a hustle and bustle that was common for a busy spaceport but the numerous armed guards and the worried look in the locals eyes let Yarra know the powerful evil on Coranthia was an insidious presence. She would have to keep her mind guarded while on planet. She slowly made her way to the rented apartments that she had been told to visit. It was a dusty and creaky old building that looked far too dingy to hold an experienced bounty hunter but Yarra knew that looks of that kind were often deceiving. She walked to the room bumber she had been given and knocked on the door.

"Hello, I'm looking for Seraphim." She spoke as she knocked.

Black,the color of despair.Deep in the soul of the nagai,he regretted all the people he defeated in battle yet on the outside he was a cold warrior.He had arrived on the planet and dissappeared,he was shipless and his list of jedi was gone yet he had remembered some names: Cole Tainer,Serena and Maelus,some people that were all running around on his planet.

The nagai was a dark figure against the top of a beautiful white building,his loose dark black clothes blowing in the wind like his long dark black bangs,his deep blue eyes still looking from behind the shadows the hood of his cloak casted over his pale,ghostlike face.Closing his eyes,the nagai reached out the the source,to find other people connected to it,he used it to hunt the force users who used their "Force" as a weapon,along with their lightsabers.

The nagai caught the scent of people who used the force and quickly was off,swirling his cloak and almost quite literally dissappearing from sight.He tracked the force trail from a bar to a group of apartments.The warrior hated going into the buildings,with all the lights yet he made the best of it,making his way slowly through the halls,without a sound.The nagai came to a dead halt as he stepped from a turbolift,crouching at the end of a hall.

There were some shady characters here at the hotel yet one stuck out,a female that seemed to look out of place.At a casual glance she seemed to be a local yet to one who hunted jedi,she was different.The duelist bent his head down.He had never killed a woman before...most combatants were male,becuase only males would needlessly fight.Using his limited control over the force to mask his presence from other force users,he remained hidden in the shadows,watching and waiting for a chance.

Mikael slowly walked to his jedi starfighter, "IronGuard", he enters it slowly as the R2 unit whistles and beeps at him "yes R2, we are leaving manaan, in search of force sensitive beings..." he flips some switches and pulls on his headset, the starfighter slowly begins to lift off the ground then flies up into space, he then activates the hyperdrive unit in his starfighter and lurches forth in lightspeed towards Coranthia. Then as all the stars go back to their spots, he looks at the planet and hails the starport "Coranthia Starport, requesting permission to land..." closes his eyes as he once again does a quick scan of the planet, he then hears the confirmation and enters the atmosphere, landing on pad 65. he climbs out of the cockpit and pulls his hood down, partially hiding his face, his right and left lightsabers hidden underneath the dark blue jedi knight robes as well, he makes his way towards the cantina, perhaps someone would be in there that would be of use to him.

Seraphim's eyes flew open and she rolled to a crouching position beside the bed, Glancing at the door she heard the knock again "Hello, I'm looking for Seraphim" came the woman's voice from the other side.

Never one to trust Seraphim rolled across the floor with well practised grace, she grabbed her blaster pistol. Facing the door still wrapped in a towel, Seraphim was hunched down her legs positioned for a fast move in either direction.

Seraphim aimed about half way up the door, figuring tall or short she wouldn't miss her mark.

Hearing the knock again, Seraphim smiled and with a confident raise of her eye brow answered "Doors open" her finger on the trigger she didn't like unexpected guests..........

Cole

It had taken only a short time to reach the city and he had not been spotted or found by any patrols sent to inspect the crash of his ship, if there were any. The rain was tapering off he was thankful for that, it made things seem a little less depressing, less unsettling, and he needed that. Cole had never been very skilled in the more passive aspects of the force, visions, sensing things, all his talents lay in the direct usage aspects, but even he could feel it the wrongness of this place he could almost taste it and it gave him chills.

(OOC: Noticed I haven't given a discription yet ) He brushes his wet medium length brown hair out of his dark brown eyes, as he gazes out of the alleyway into the street, he was muscular, but thanks to the body armor hidden underneath his cloths he looked larger than he was, and for a man that stood 6'4" it made for an intimidating look. His face was attractive, and if it wasn't for the perpetual frown he could even be called handsome. But it was the eyes that gave most people reason to think little in regards any sort of desire to keep his company, they were cold and dark, seeming both sad and furious at the same time, at the young age of 21, he had the eyes of one who had seen more than his share of pain and death for someone three time his age.

Just as he was about to give up on stealth and just grab someone off the street to discover information someone passed by infront of his field of vision, that he recognised but couldn't place it as he focused on the person trying to recall where he had seen her before, a familiar tingle touched his awareness. She was a force user, and a strong one, deciding that she may know more about what was going on than he did he silently walked out onto the street to follow her all the while trying to place her. 'Of course, Yarra one of the two female Jedi that started that all female academy, the other Quaharra had fallen to the dark side, perhaps she had now too, that would explain her presense here. Perhaps she is working with the Sith I'm after.' Cole thought to himself, but as he followed her this concept began to fall from favor in his mind, 'No I don't think that's it, I'm not getting the usual chill I get when I'm around someone who's corrupted. But still I should discover her reason for being here so we don't end up interfering with one another if we don't have to.'

He was masking his presense as best he could but he had never been very good at it so she may be well aware that he was following her. But still he remained at a distance, she seemed focused to get somewhere and distracting her now may not be the best course of action. He followed her to the low-class apartment complexes and followed her inside, once she stopped at a door he tried to remain hidden from around a corner. But shortly after arrival he felt, no knew something was wrong he never had strong senses but he had a danger sense few rivaled and there was 'something' in this building that had it going haywire.

Before she slid the door open, Yarra could sense the presence on the other side. She was crouched and holding a weapon, a blaster. Bounty hunters were a sad bunch, she thought, no contact with the force has robbed them of all peace, to th e point that they even answered the door clutching a blaster. Yarra sighed as she quickly opened the door and used the force to wrench the blaster from the other womans hands, the blaster flew across the room into Yarra's hand. At this Seraphim jumped up and appeared to leap for another weapon.

"Easy child, I mean you no harm" Yarra said as she calmed the other woman's mind. She was mildly surprised to see that the most deadly bounty hunter on all of coranthia would be wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. "I only mean to procure your services to locate a girl I'm looking for"

As Yarra entered the room, she closed and locked the door behind her.

"Now, miss, I need you to locate a young padawan here on Coranthia. Her name is Serena Constanacia and this" She said while reaching into her bag before revealing a small cube "Is a holocron of her image" She flicked a button on the side of the cube and a three dimensional image of a young blonde girl appeared.

"I can pay you 5,000 credits which will just be to locate the child. After that your services will be completed."

"Now, Miss Seraphim, I believe it may be prudent if you were to put some clothing on and fetch whatever weapons you happen to have with you. I was followed here by a man" Yarra said but then corrected herself. The Jedi who had followed her had been easy to detect. He was one of the many exiles who had been cast out since the war with the Sith. But Yarra could now see that there was another. One whose mind was filled with violence. The perversion on this planet had clouded her from detecting him at first but now she could see she'd been followed by two "Excuse me, I was followed here by two men, both of whom seem to have violence on their minds."

She watched as the Bounty Hunter stood up and went into one of the adjoining rooms. Yarra then went back into the hallway and stared down one side

"You, exile, I do not know why you are following me but you should immediately show yourself. I want nothing to do with one who has turned his back on the order and it's teachings."

With that said she turned to the other side of the hallway

"And you, Nagai, you will find no battle here. Leave me to my business."

"Can one find battle against the cowards in the robes? no I will find no battle only murder,for if you will not fight me,then you will be cut down,surrender your weapon Jedi and I will let you live,I seek battle and if you will not give me one,there is no honor be gained." The nagai said as he moved smoothly from the shadows,tossing aside his long flowing cloak to stand only his his dark black clothes,his armor hidden under them.

His blade in hand,lifted up in both hands,the blade turned and over his face,the Nagai came out.His deep black eyes watching the Jedi as he moved in plain view.His hands gripping the blade tighter,his long dark black bangs swaying,the nagai had no fear of the force,he was trained to be resistant...he slayed force users,it was his job.Though he prefered to hunt the darker side of the force,any one that insulted his honor the way the woman did,the nagai was compelled to fight.

He felt another being,another force user enter the building and come this way.Smirking slightly "So what is this,another comes? to afraid to take me by yourself Jedi? so what about my offer,surrender your weapon and leave.I don't wish to fight you,there will be no honor gained from it." The nagai's voice was soothing.As weird as he was,with pale skin he seemed to be extremely charasmatic.