ʜᴀᴜᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴅᴇ
Nimban.
A planet of mystery, located deep within a part of space known as The Slice. It had a reputation with the Hutts, vile creatures that were equal parts greedy and grotesque, and Antellon knew he had little love lost for the large slugs. Yet, the planet was home to the species known as Nimbanels, and they were rumored to be ingenius. The mission had been straight forward, it involved sabotage of a weapons shipment, the cargo containers mixed within civilian cargo - a deceptive ruse, one that had proven quite a task to overcome.
In fact, the two Jedi assigned to the mission - Antellon Dandorran and Vizion Trozky - had yet to crack that particular crinkle in the plan. Or the other hurdle the pair faced, which was the dozen or so thugs that currently pursued them--
"Quickly, this way!" Antellon called, as he rounded a large stack of containers in the docks. He slid to a stop, his cloak billowing, as he looked back to his companion. "Where did they come from? Don't they understand how complicated they made this?!"
The mission had been going well, the two had managed to land on the planet as tourists, and had even sneaked into the storage area. But, snooping through storage containers had been 'suspicious', apparently. Who knew?
"Do we fight or lose them?" Antellon asked, his unignited lightsaber handle held in his right hand. "I am willing to charge our foe head-on, valiantly at your side, if you so choose, Vizion!"
With a broad grin, Antellon shook his long hair back from his face and nodded.
"Just say the word."
