A Mortal Enemy...

[Ronen Jerik]

Mos Eisley Cantina​

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It was an odd day, the air was thick, there weren't as many Bounty Hunters in the Cantina that day, it was quiet. He felt at odds, but him and Carden were still sitting at the Cantina Relaxing, not a care in the world, he felt calm, as he drunk his tatooine style Whiskey, and ate his fourth Bantha steak. He felt something, he could sense something, someone. One felt stronger than the other, they entered and sat by a stool.

"Hey Carden, i'm gonna check something out" He left 50 credits on the table, and decided to check it out. There was one person, experienced in use of the force, they were well equipped, maybe not as extensively trained, but he knew what he was doing. The other, was of similar stature, as if they were still looking through the force for answers, but one thing was for sure...


They weren't Jedi.

He motioned the Bar-man the there could be trouble, and that he should close up shop.

"Who are you" Ronen turned to face these two... People..

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[Carden Lorps]

Carden was definitely not opposed to going inti The Mos Eisley Cantina, in fact on a normal day he would love it. But today was definitely not a normal day, he had been going to the Cantina more often, the more he went the more he got drunk. He was currently fighting off a hangover as he sat and watched Ronen polish off his fourth steak. A few moments later Ronen would stand up and walk off, leaving 50 credits on the table,

"Take your time, " Carden said as he rubbed his temples. It wasn't so much of a hangover, it was more of a throbbing headache.

He sighed as he continued to try and get rid of his headache.
[member="Dravis Rosilla"]
[member="Utukku"]

 

[Utukku]

"Oddly opportune that our paths cross now, wouldn't you agree?" Utukku glanced at his alien companion. The Bith did not scare him, despite their undeniably intimidating appearance. He knew little about this particular character, for their meeting was brief and hardly in a time for conversation. There was little time for friendly chatter on Tatooine. With sarlacc pits to explore, Hutts to disembowel, and possibly, with some extraordinary luck, even Jedi to hunt, drunken bouts had no place on this miserable planet. That's why Utukku was here; to experience true danger in the wastes of Tatooine.

"With all due respect, I do not understand the meaning of this. Is it just to send a mere acolyte to his possible death? Who knows what roams the dunes..." Utukku stopped dead in his tracks. Something was off, though he could not quite touch upon it. After a brief moment of great concentration, the acolyte shook his head in confusion and continued walking through the dense streets of Mos Eisley.

"I should trust Master Xiangu's judgment. She would not risk my death, not after such a heavy investment, I am sure of it... Tell me, what are the odds of two Si--" Utukku held his tongue. There it was again, a feeling of anxiety poured over him as they drew nearer and nearer to the cantina entrance. "Something doesn't fit... We should practice caution, lest my fears become a reality." he quietly hissed, restless doubts invading his mind. Perhaps it was nothing more than dehydration, or perhaps his feelings stood true.

Entering the cantina, Utukku set his sights towards the outer-most corner of the room, and there they sat. The establishment seemed oddly deserted for this time of day. His muscles stiffened and senses grew sharp. Both doors remained open if the need for a swift escape arose, yet the acolyte remained wary nonetheless, his watchful gaze scanning the room for danger. It did not take long to prove his suspicions right, however, as a young man approached them, his attitude confronting and essence frightening.

"Who are you?" he inquired. "That depends on who asks." Utukku responded with contempt. He extended his arm towards the hilt of his blade, gripping it tightly under the cover of his cape.

The likelihood of a fight taking place had risen to the point of no return, and it would likely be to the death. The victor was yet unknown, but one thing was absolutely certain; whoever this man was, his connection to the Force felt strong and unwavering - something that made the acolyte very uneasy indeed.

 

[Ronen Jerik]

The way he spoke felt intimidating, he knew he was stronger than the other sith, so he gripped his weapon tightly underneath his robe. How he answered this could change what will happen at that moment in time.

"My Name is Ronen Jerik, Jedi Padawan" He noticed he had gripped a weapon, maybe not a saber, but he should be wary all the same

"I see you are a force user, not a shabby one either" He had placed his index finger on the trigger of his double sided white lightsaber, as the sith had tightened the grip on his.

He unclipped the cloak he had on.

"Carden, get behind something" He pulled out his lightsaber, not yet ignited.

"Who might you be?"


[member="Utukku"]
[member="Carden Lorps"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

"Yeah, true enough." Dravis looked to his companion, large head bobbing slowly. His eyes were deep, dark, emotionless, but with a hint of yellow cinders sparking in each ebony pool. Dravis had felt the man's presence through the Force, still a new sensation for him. He had just left his home to pursue the path of the Sith, and already he had learned so much. He felt powerful. Dangerous. Respected. He knew the dark-sider before him was all of those things as well. They shared a bond, a bond that went deeper than blood. They were Sith.

That didn't mean you couldn't stab a brother in the back every now and again.

Drav heard his dark companion speak, and laughed, his mouth twisted into an ever-present annoyance. "Pain is but one route to power, or so I hear. Your master must hate you..." Simultaneously, the two Sith felt the shift in the Force. The feeling was new, but it was light, cooling... Dravis didn't like it.

The two entered the cantina, Dravis eyeing the place up nervously. He was sure he felt something, what that was, he had no idea. He wasn't in this state of shock for long, as the perpetrator walked right up to them.

The Bith stared daggers at the Jedi, black eyes swallowing hints of yellow. Drav noticed his partner drawing a blade, as did his adversary. Dravis had no weapons on him. He calculated all this, and a thin smile drew itself upon his angry features as he interdicted himself between the two.

"Hmm... We know who you are, kid." The Bith spat out the words, generating an arrogant posture. "Well, we can guess, at least. My guess is that you're Jedi. And from what I know, Jedi don't like civilian casualties." Rosilla gestured grandly around the room, at the pedestrians having a good time, seemingly not realizing the present danger.

"If we fight here, others will surely die. I'm sure you and your friend don't want that." A brief gesture to the Bounty Hunter at the table before continuing. "Instead, how about we sit together, have a drink. We can talk... business."

Dravis relished each word, feeling the power he commanded. He could inspire terror now, something he could never do as a barkeep. The Bith shot a quick, scheming glance to his partner-in-crime, the look telling him to play nice.

Perhaps the two Sith could win the battle. Or perhaps there were other ways to get what one wants.

- [member="Ronen Jerik"] - [member="Utukku"] - [member="Carden Lorps"] -

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden watched from the booth, he didn't really understand why Ronen was confronting the two at the bar, but they seemed to be trouble. Carden knew the look Sith...they did like capes. The bounty hunter eyed them down, then chuckled, when Ronen said he was a force user magnet, he couldn't be more right. Ronen had his hand under his robes where his lightsaber was Carden heard Ronen say to take cover, Carden chuckled at the suggestion. Then stood up from his seat and walked towards the bar.

"Sorry RJ but the likeliness of me doing that is close to zero." He said as he walked closer. He then looked at the Sith closer, one of them began to speak.

"Fighting here would be unwise, I'd hate to agree...but I'm not afraid of civilian casualties my friend..." He said before pulling up a stool next to them.

"Drinks on me...let's talk...for now." Carden said in an annoyed tone.
[member="Utukku"]
[member="Ronen Jerik"]
[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

 

[Ronen Jerik]

Ronen thought to himself, he was not wrong. The man knew how to toy with him, he had lost the first battle, but he knew he was more experienced than the both of them, he wasn't worried if it came to combat, but he knew the sith could toy with his emotions, He looked around, seeing the scared bartender, and the people making the daily commute, terrified.

"Sit" He withdrew his lightsaber under his robe, and clipped his hood back on, he knew he had to be serious, or else the sith would feel they could toy with him further.

"What business?" He said, as he motioned his friend to sit at the table, despite his banging headache.

He could sense the anger off of both of them, but he seemed like he thought he was a sith, luckily, Ronen could tell both didn't have proper training quite yet, so he wasn't intimidated by their minor feats. All the same, he was on his guard.

[member="Dravis Rosilla"]
[member="Utukku"]
[member="Carden Lorps"]

 

[Utukku]

"So you have chosen death." the acolyte hissed through his fearsome mask, drawing the great Sith blade from its scabbard. He had prepared himself for brutal conflict, ready to swing at the Jedi Padawan with full force, when unexpectedly, the Bith stalled his strike.

"You wish to speak peacefully with such blatant aggressors? I would rather have them shan--" Utukku ceased his hateful remarks, and instead now gazed at the acolyte beside him. He began to understand. Yes indeed, perhaps a diplomatic resolution had its place. With what little training they had both received, the chances of victory seemed bleak. And heavens forbid the Jedi discover that only Utukku alone bore arms.

"Yes... Very well, yes. Let us speak. One wrong move, however, and I will maim every last man, woman or child who dares inhabit this vile place, and it will be of your doing, Master Jedi. Know that." Utukku warned, his very being now imbued with seething hatred. It wasn't entirely unlikely that he would go on to maim the innocents regardless of the Jedi and his actions, but that was a whole other tale. He sat down heavily, but bothered not so sheath his sword. Their foe would have a distinct advantage if it came to battle. They'd have to play their cards well, lest they would not live to see tomorrow.

"Shall we begin?"

 

[Ronen Jerik]

Ronen sat down, and noticed the eager sith, he was very eager, perhaps too much so. He seemed to want to fight so desperately. Knives... Odd for a budding sith. He had met many Sith, all equipped with sabers, but not him.

"So tell me, Sith... Why must you be so angry towards me? A man, simply asking a question. It seems your training is in its infancy" He said this on purpose, to try and make the sith be more truthful, wasn't sure it was going to work.

[member="Utukku"]

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

Dravis smiled savagely as Utukku finally relented to his reasoning. He gave his fellow Sith a satisfied grin. Don't you worry, you'll get your share of violence before today is done.

The Bith sat down with them all, arms crossed over his chest smugly. He may have been less experienced than all others at the table, but he understood something the Jedi and his friend didn't; how to stack the deck. Dravis, of course, had never been much of a card-player, but he understood the concept of cheating.

Dravis cocked his head as the young Jedi asked his question, tempted to intercept the question. It was loaded, and the two Sith didn't have to reveal any more information than necessary. He decided to let the question go, relenting to his partner to answer. Dravis was not a Sith Lord, after all. What did he know?

"Anyways, my rather intimidating friend and I are here on a rather important mission, in fact." Dravis sent a mischevious grin to Utukku. "We were sent by our respective masters to kill someone of importance on this dustbowl of a planet." The Bith took out a datapad, surfing the Holonet for a few seconds. He came up from his technological immersement with a picture and description.

"This is..." The Bith took a sideways glance at the massive Hutt, with blubbery skin, cat-green eyes, the works. "...Grittis the Hutt. Nasty fellow, from my reckoning. He's sent more people to death than I can count on my hands. The Sith want him dead. Why? I don't know. Don't much care." Dravis looked to his dark partner again, furious yellow cinders blazing a warning of silence.

"As you can obviously tell, neither of us are very... experienced in our full powers. While I am positive we could annihilate you and your armored lap-dog... We could use assistance in dealing with this threat."

The Bith steepled his fingers, willing the men opposite him to consider the offer. He could only hope things worked out for them. Any number of factors could fail in this plan he so hastily concocted.

But what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

Then again, that was the idea.

- [member="Ronen Jerik"] - [member="Utukku"] - [member="Carden Lorps"] -

 

[Carden Lorps]

The whole confrontation simply annoyed Carden, the constant blabbering of the two sith made him want to vomit.

The more 'evil' sith threatened to murder every last man woman and child in the Cantina if they made one wrong move. This made Carden laugh, if he did that, that would make a bounty on their heads, a bounty he'd have to collect.

Carden heard the more diplomatic one say that they had a mission to eliminate some Hutt that had lured people to their deaths.Carden smiled, his type of crowd. Carden was silent for the most part...that is until the diplomat sith said they could annihilate both of them. Carden gripped the bar.

"RJ" Carden paused.

"Did that Sith-spit just call me an armoured lapdog." He asked as he turned his head.

"Oh please let me shove the barrel of my blaster down his throat and pull the trigger." He said as he glared at the diplomat
[member="Utukku"]
[member="Ronen Jerik"]
[member="Dravis Rosilla"]

 

[Utukku]

"Passion should not be shamed, Master Jedi, you would do well to respect its power." Utukku growled, his voice resonating with arrogance and disrespect. Who were they to question the Sith? The Jedi he understood. Old grudges die hard, and even older foes rarely find common ground. The bounty hunter, however, shone with unwarranted pride. This annoyed the acolyte immensely, adding fuel to the fire now raging within him. Despite this, however, Utukku stayed his hand, for it would be most foolish to engage in combat now.

"That is indeed our mission. Just as my wise companion, I believe cooperation between us would lead to mutually beneficial results. We do the bidding of our masters, and you rid the Galaxy of a vile Hutt." Utukku could not help but scoff at the thought of mutually beneficial cooperation. It is true that he held no love for the Jedi. In fact, to say that he hated them with a passion would be a sad understatement. No, he despised the Silver Jedi to the core, for reasons frankly unknown to him. Perhaps it was merely a matter of tradition now. Yet he found that using these foes to gain infamy, before stripping their flesh, of course, wasn't an entirely unattractive course of action.

"For the sake of negotiation, however, I suggest we remain calm. There is no need for petty dis--" he paused mid-sentence. He froze on the spot, fists clenched as he listened to the hunter's shameless insults. He sighed heavily, gathering his bearings before responding.

"Are you threatening my companion, lapdog?" he muttered, staring the hunter down with absolute disgust. It was one of the only positive traits Utukku possessed - loyalty. He was on the verge of hacking off the bartender's arm, and he would have likely done so, if they weren't purposefully trying to avoid conflict in the first place. And so he continued scowling with malice.

"So, shall we continue bickering like useless senators, or is it time to strike a deal? Your choice. We are waiting."