An Information Broker Undone

[Sirak Kolar]

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What was once the home of squatters, spice dealers, and underworld wannabes, became a horrid display of rectification in the eyes of the Primeval. All through the near empty building laid the strewn body parts of fallen criminals, their blood sprayed across the walls in a artistic display of sin. No more did their wretched calls of violence and anger echo through the halls, and the silence pleased it's creator.

On the first floor of this building, in it's would be lobby, sat frozen the monster that painted the scene behind him. He faced the closed doors, soft inhales and following exhales leaving his nose in a rhythmic path, each even with the last. Ebon was performing an art he had done so many times before, the trained skill of Battle Meditation. It was his way to control his emotions, control it in a way that it became a weapon to use when he required, and with it he would explode onto any enemy that came before him.

Still, despite his focus, his mind wandered to the goal of his mission. For weeks he had been planning this, to exact a punishment on the Hutt known as Shrella for insulting the Primeval with his pitiful attempts at 'information brokering'. It disgusted Ebon, for he alone knew the true degree of Shrella's crimes, and it was Shrella who made the mistake to seek out a member of the Primeval he had no previous trust in.

Some time ago, Ebon began to track his lead on the Hutt, and as he did he fell into the perfect position to identify as a Primeval Warlord, unrecognized by the Nar Shaddaa underworld without his iconic psuedo-name that came with him.

The Arch Angel of Nar Shadda, they had once called him.

It was a beautiful name, one Ebon took pride in, for it was he alone that rectified the sins cast down by those of Little Coruscant, and it was he alone that would end the life of Shrella. A faint smile graced his crimson and ebony lips, and he focus once more wandered to who would come to greet him. The informant had spoke of a girl, a slave with undying loyalty named [member="Tura"] . No matter, Ebon would fix the issue at hand when she arrived, gaining what information he wanted from her, and letting her free.

Though, perhaps she could be made to join him... His mind wandered once again, as the energies in his body slowly refined themselves into a vicious blade, his patience growing thin as he waited for the girl to complete her mission.

 

[Tura]

Another task set by her master. Another order given. And, as always, Tura was forced to agree. She made her way through the streets while wearing the robes around her torso that indicated her as a slave. She had been for nearly a year now. She could barley remember anything from before. Only that before being a slave she was a prisoner on a ship. Before that....well even then that all seemed like a dream. Nothing existed in her mind now except the need to serve and the need to survive. Even for a Chinorian who'd never been off-world that principal was still a wise lesson to keep in the galaxy.

As she came to where she was to meet this [member="Ebon"] she eventually stopped and waited for him. Her hooves had been clopping against the street the entire time before finally going silent. Now and then small steps could be heard as her legs show how restless she was. Not that she did much about it. Sure she was nervous but then she always was. Especially in a place like this. The looks she'd gotten along with threats and "unwated advances'.

She just hoped this Ebon was a little more civilized.

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Lifting himself from where he sat, he made his way quietly to the door of the ravaged shelter that now lay victim and witness to his anger. The door opened with little resistance, a small click signifying it was at the edges of its opening rails, and Ebon stepped through into the darkened alleyway of the street. Not far from him he saw the sight of the slave marked robes, and with them the creature and courier he was told about. He offered a soft growl and continued forward to meet her.

Ebon stood a hefty two meters, dwarfing most men and even closing in on the height of the massive chironian before him. A black hood rested over his face, hiding most of his features in a shrouded mask. His voice came calm and smooth, yet held a dark reverence in the unsettling streets of Nar Shaddaa.

" [member="Tura"] I assume? You are to take me to your masters."

 

[Tura]

This [member="Ebon"] proved to be taller than expected. Even for a zebrak he was tall enough to come to Tura's eye-level. Not something she'd come across very often, especially when feeling the tallest and most awkward around other species she'd met. He looked and sounded angry in a way, making her nervous again. When he asked about taking him to see her masters she nodded silently before indicating for him to follow. She turned and began to walk onward back towards where her owner was. The whole time she kept her eyes forward, afraid to look back for fear of aggravating him.

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Ebon could feel the fear in [member="Tura"]'s step, almost enjoying the faint emotion. It gave him joy to know even strangers feared the Zabrak, as one day soon everyone would. His quiet gaze looked over her from horn to hoof, idealizing the idea of tearing her apart before stopping himself. She was a slave, she knew the inner working of this Hutt, and she could be the key to a clean crusade through his temple.

"Do you want to be free?", he said suddenly, his golden eye's betraying the otherwise shapeless form of his face beneath the hood.

 

[Tura]

She only glanced up at him before taking her eyes back down. The question, and the fact he asked it to her, had surprised Tura enough for such a reaction. No one ever asked her question, only told her what do to or made comments about her looks. Least of all was the idea of freedom ever a subject. She did not speak at first, afraid to fully answer. When she did it showed how beaten back she was.

"I...I'm not allowed to talk about such things..."

[member="Ebon"]

 

[Sirak Kolar]

"Nonsense. Your fear hides power.", he grunted out.

The strides Ebon took were long and calculated, keeping moderate pace with the centaur through the complex twists and turns of Little Coruscents underbelly. Oh how Ebon hated these streets, but in due time it would be cleansed of it's heresy. In due time. Once more, he spoke up to [member="Tura"], hoping to get a rightful answer out of her.

"Now tell me, as a command, do you want to be free?"

 

[Tura]

The pressure of his questions didn't help either. She shrank away from him as they walked while he persisted with his questions. And then he had made it a command, even more daunting a situation for Tura. She stopped and seemed ready to speak but, by then, they'd already come to the house of the hutt master. The doors opened revealing many guards who were awaiting their arrival. Tura kept her eyes down and continued to walk inside, allowing [member="Ebon"] to follow behind while she made sure the guards knew this was the man their master was here to see.

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Ebon offered only a small growl in response to finally appearing at their destination. He had hoped for a moment alone before finding the place, but no matter. The massive Zabrak walked through the doors, stared down by the guards around him. His black cloak covered the lightsabers he kept on his side, and the smoke hazed room came to an abrupt silence. The far off and elevated Hutt began it's speech towards him, welcoming him to their fine establishment.

The Sith offered only a simple nod, his gaze still wandering around the room to all those present, taking marks on just how he would go about this. Quietly, the Zabrak offered a minor yet resounding retort;

"I want the girl.", he said, his gaze wandering up the Hutt before him.

The colussus slug offered a deep heave of a laugh, looking down on the Zabrak once more. Once more, the Hutt offered him information about the Wild Regions and their activities within Primeval sectors, yet despite this, the Zabrak repeated his statement.

"I want, the girl.", he said, more forcibly. Subtly, his hand moved to his hip to grip the exotic handle of his blade, a faint grimace forming on the Zabrakian's face. The movement went noticed, and a large group of guards around the room reached for their blasters, many of them sighting in on the centered, seemingly caged, animal. A heavy tension filled the air, and the heavy heaves of the Hutt seemed the only noise in the room. Ebon dropped his hood, and looked back to [member="Tura"] with a faint, almost friendly smile.

"If you let me leave with her, you'll escape with your lives.", he offered once more. It was met with the soft cock of a cycler rifle, obviously a sign they didn't intend to agree.

 

[Tura]

Tura was yet again surprised by this man. He was so interested in her he wanted to take her away from the Hutt who held her chains. But even she knew he would not give up such an exotic slave and prize to anyone who just demanded it. Even if he did happen to be a Sith. Tura was confused by what happened as he insisted before men began to draw weapons on the Hutt's orders. She backed away and gasped, as did many other unarmed people in the room, before he made his demands all the more clear. She held her breath and was almost pinned to the nearest wall while looking between the two. She was scared of what would come next. That answer came when the Hutt ordered the to kill [member="Ebon"]

 

[Sirak Kolar]

The order cried out from the Hutt with a misplaced confidence, and in near perfect synchronization both ends of Ebon's crimson blades shout out in magnificent splendor. The twisting, rampant defence he took on was enough to fire back numerous bolts to their attackers, some to others, and just enough to allow the Zabrakian to move. His focus became clear, his speed precise, and his form balanced and ready; his body becoming a highly tuned weapon of mobile destruction in only mere seconds of danger.

Sprinting to a corner of the room, Ebon's blade swung with prejudice, shafting and slaying multiple combatants around him before the forced enhanced speed sent him reeling next to the next. His Ataru form combined beautifully with what he knew of Soresu, and despite the wall of lasers coming at him, he remained uninjured in the fight. The strikes through out with little accuracy, and the longer the combat took place, the lower the moral dropped of the surrounding men, some running, some ducking and cowering, but eventually all lay either dead, or paralyzed with fear.

Ebon let out a calm breath, nearly fifteen men dropped in a matter of seconds, and the rest retreated or broken. The fight, although short, took it's toll, and he could feel a creeping agony in his muscles. He exhaled once more and walked into the openness of the still hazy room, the few who remained sitting frozen in silence. Quietly, Ebon motioned for [member="Tura"] to join next to him, and then looked up to the Hutt who's eyes lay wide open.

"I ask you one last time, girl, do you wish to be free?", he said between breathes, his chest lifting and falling with the exertion of the fight.

 

[Tura]

Everyone who had not died from the fight watch in horrific awe at the Sith cut through the hutt's forces like carving through cake. Tura had seen this as well and was beyond shocked. Her eyes were wide, watching his every movement before finally stopping. Each of the men fell one after the other to the ground. Those that were left fled before leaving only [member="Ebon"] , Tura, the Hutt and his crippled men. He gestured her to come forward and cautiously she did, walking up to him before hearing him ask his question yet again. She looked back to the hutt who now held no more power that made her and others fear him before. He was just an over-sized, vulnerable slug now.

Finally she had enough courage to say "Yes..."

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Her response reciprocated a small nod from Ebon, his breathe still heavy. His soft breathe was the only noise in the quiet room, followed quietly by the gentle click of his unhinged shoto beneath his robes. The miniature blade's hilt dropped to the floor with a soft clink, and the Sith's eyes wandered from it back up to [member="Tura"] .

"Then free yourself."

He pointed to the shoto at her hooves, motioning to the suddenly protesting, yet frozen Hutt before them, his loud cries and bargains echo'ing through the room one after another. He offered gold, credit chips, and even her freedom, yet they all seemed to be drowned out by the intensity of Ebon's stare.

 

[Tura]

Tura jumped a little when the shoto was dropped at her feet. She looked down before hearing [member="Ebon"] telling her what to do. She looked back to him before slowly picking it up. She didn't do anything for a moment, only seeing the pleading eyes of the Hutt as he begged for his life. Anyone else and she might have reconsidered, but this was the man responsible for killing her own father. Did he show him mercy when he begged for the not to hurt her? Did they have any kindness when his men beat him to death in front of her eyes?

His pleas were replaced by an agonizing scream as she plunged the shoto into his belly. But it didn't end there. She continued to stab and gut at him, her eyes closing as the hutts blood began to spray and leak over her. She screamed now, wanting to making him pay beyond death. When she finished she dropped the shoto and fell to her front knees, crying and trying to wipe tears and blood from her eyes.

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Ebon watched with joy as she fell to her emotions. A crooked smile grew on his scarred and tattoo'ed face, each strike forcing his lips apart just a bit more. His golden eyes watched each crimson strike stab and toss blood and gore from the massive slug before she dropped both the shoto and herself. [member="Tura"]'s tears rand down her face in salty pathways of emotion, but before Ebon came to her side, he picked up his shoto and placed it back on his waist. After all, he had to have his priorities straight.

His hand went to her shoulder in what could only be described as a faint comforting gesture. His voice spoke soft in her ear, the hot air of his breathe meeting her skin;

"Did you enjoy yourself, Tura?", he said, speaking slowly, "Was it everything you hoped it would be?"

His hand tightened on her shoulder, and his eye's wandered across the side of her face to appreciate the negative emotions she felt, almost enjoying and reveling in the pain she seemed to drown in.

 

[Tura]

She stopped her crying and sniffled as he spoke into her ear. She said nothing, shying away from him. She didn't want to admit anything right now. Her whole body shook while she removed the robes of a slave from her torso, tossing them away. Underneath she wore different clothing, almost light armor that, while revealing, covered her more private parts of her chest. She crossed her arms before picking herself up and standing on her front feet again. She continued to sniffle and wipe her eyes, which were red with irritation now, before turning away from the Hutt's corpse.

"I...I want to leave... Now..."

[member="Ebon"]

 

[Sirak Kolar]

"Then leave we shall.", he said clearly. He quickly stood himself, before glancing to her.

"There's a ship that will take us off planet. To clarify, you aren't free, but you ownership is now mine.", his voice spoke out with the same vivid domination as his form.

Ebon rolled his shoulders and clenched his jaw before speaking up once more;

"When you are ready to be free, you will be free. I'm teach you how, but in time.", speaking out once more, "Until then, you're mine."

The Zabrak motioned her to follow, pulling the black hood back over his face and moving towards the door of the now graveyard of a criminal warehouse. He casually looked back to her and spoke a final time.

"Are you coming?"

[member="Tura"]

 

[Tura]

Her clarifications were not exactly helpful, but she figured it was better than what the Hutt had done to her. He would teach her to be free before she could fully be so, perhaps meaning her powers in the force. If that was the case then he was going to teach her how to use it, so she could fight for herself when a free woman. That made enough sense at least. She followed after him but stayed behind as they walked in order to follow. She still kept her head down and barley spoke up. Despite not being a true slave anymore she was still as shy as a mouse, even for a horse-half breed creature like herself. She only followed [member="Ebon"] with a quiet duty.

 

[Probos Gubb]

Probos' lipless mouth hugged the crudely wrapped joint. Smoke from the ever-loved savorium herb escaping at every fleeting second the Durosian wasn't taking a drag. He waited, analyzing the neon monster he called home. The ambiance of the city was deafening yet soothing. So alive yet so dead. It contrasted like a blade.

He leaned idly against the rusty ship's hull; impatiently muttering to himself in between drags.

"I'll be kessled if i'm going to wait here all damn day.."


[member="Ebon"] | [member="Qrgyl Ud"] | [member="Tura"]

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Soon, both Ebon and [member="Tura"] came into sight of [member="Probos Gubb"], and his hooded form forward through the darkness and the pollution like a rider through the fog. As he approached Probos, he offered a few gentle words;

"Room for one more?", he offered with a faint chuckle, the questioning sound more like a statement than anything else, and as he said it he continued up the small ramp of the YT-2000 Freighter, and found himself a spot to get comfortable as he waited for the ship to take off.