En Route; Felucia

[Darth Caedes]

Outer Rims Territories;
Thanium Worlds;
Felucia System.

This had to be, perhaps, the most stop-and-go-escape he had ever made. If that was even what he was doing at this point. The annoying lack of assurance continued to hammer at his head. There was no longer the buzz of fellow wingmen humming behind him. No more Republic troopers following closely by, he had made sure of that, and in doing so made himself a liability to the Republic government. They would never find out, he told himself, but for some reason he didn't believe himself. It sounded too good to be true, or like it didn't even matter. He couldn't think about it, and was far from facing what he had done. Felucia's proximity signals began flocking to the dashboard of the young Knight's Infiltrator, automated and automatic reminders to begin the landing procedures. With an acute familiarity, Nejaa's fingers activated the docking maneuvers. Pushing away from the systems and computers, Nejaa spun in the pilot's chair. Felucia. "Feluciaaaaaa..." he repeated the monotone thought in his mind, speaking to himself with the echo of the lonely hull. "Alriiiiight then, what's it gunna be this time..."

Outer Rims Territories;
Thanium Worlds;
Felucia; Ground Level.

By the time he touched down night was already drawing in close. The incredible colors of the jungle world were but dimming mysteries against the horizon. He had never been here before. As the landing hatch opened and transformed into a slanted walk way, he exited Scimitar, his billowing robes warping out around him against the incoming currents. It felt good to breathe real air again, unlike the filtered air from the hull's oxygen support system. In flying over the planet's surface, he had certainly not expected such a industrial port, nor one built with so much massive size. Steam kicked from his ship at various points as it finished whatever cooling system it naturally underwent upon shutdown, and a uniformed man approached Nejaa. A raised hand, greeting, and quick explanation was all it took to shake the spaceport employee free. From what he had read about, Felucia was not known for overwhelming criminal activities, nor unsafe travel. It was a world for tourists, and gentle lovers of a beautiful nature. As well as hunters with real guts.

Just before the Scimitar's closing hatch shut, three quick orbs flew free into the fresh air, carried by near silent repulser packs. DRK-1 Dark Eye probe droids, machines which he rarely used when in the company of "allies," but almost always by himself. Upon stealing the ship in the first place, it was only a matter of reprogramming the droids before they were as loyal to him as their previous master. An odd form of protection, each droid remained close enough to the Jedi Knight, scanning the streets in order to warn him when dangerous activity was spotted. Various noise making systems turned the droid into a tiny, mobile security droid. Wrapping the cloaks around his body, and pulling the hood over his head, he cast his face in a veil of shadow. "Refill, all the way," he gestured to one of the fueling employees, an funky looking little alien holding an oversized tube and squeaking back at him in acknowledgment. Another flick of his wrist, and the three droids vanished into the surrounding walking lanes, emitting an odd noise, and staying just out of reach from those they passed above.

[member="Lily Rose"]

 

[The Upright Man]

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Felucia, oh how she hated this place. Lily Rose was going solo on this mission, Venus was elsewhere in the Lords of the Fringe territory trying to track down a smuggler they owed their dues too. It wouldn't be hard either way, another job she would take care of. It wasn't the first Force-Sensitive she would track down and kill, and neither would it be her last. At least she hoped it wouldn't, but held no doubts in her ability. If anything, she was a bit arrogant. She was garbed in her ALS-X1 experimental reconnaissance armour, along with a variety of weapons. She was in no way underarmed for such encounters. The three decapitated heads at her waist was testament to this. A Nautolan; former Jedi Master, Exotic Weapons Master and High Councilman for the Silver Jedi Order, and his two fellows, Padawans Jora Vao and Kuan Le. She too had eliminated them with extreme prejudice. It was all over the Holonet at the time, known as the Hapes Incident.

She sat on the second story floor of a residential block, she had hired out the apartment for the day. She was sitting on the couch, looking out the window for the better part of the day. In reality, it was not the outside world she was watching. Her helmet possessed the ability to remotely access the Holonet, and until her target arrived, she would browse. It was a small room, the kitchen was set in the corner next to a door that led off into the bathroom facility. Her bed squatted opposite all of that, and a single window looked out towards a spaceport. She craned her neck at the sounds of an incoming ship, wiping away the vision of the holonet from her helmets visor. She gripped the armrests of the couch and propelled herself up onto her feet. She walked towards the window and peered out, noting the ship. The Keshiri looked to her right, glancing at the AMR-1 sitting on the windowsill, bipod out and stock resting on a bed-side table she had pushed around. It was an anti-materiel rifle. She propped herself down onto her knee and glanced down the scope.

[member="Neeja Niynx"]

 

[Darth Caedes]

Outer Rims Territories;
Thanium Worlds;
Felucia; Ground Level.

He hadn't even made it but twenty feet from his Sith Infiltrator before the boy's stomach dropped, and he froze momentarily. The force, a constant ebb and flow, pulled at him from every direction, frantically whispering into his ear as it had done so many times before. He felt queazy, and his hands were near instantly clammy. The worst part was, he had no idea what this odd feeling of impending danger meant, or where it was coming from. Casting a quick look around the immediate area, he found nothing out of the ordinary. It didn't help that he'd never been here before, he knew not how to draw comparisons to what would 'normally' be going on in these parts. Even so, rarely was he looked at, or noticed for anything more than a small, teenaged human boy. Pulling himself around a corner, and placing his back against the cold durasteel belly of another star fighter, he sucked in a deep breath. He was at a loss of words, and wanted nothing more than to be sitting peacefully at some food stop nearby enjoying the first meal he'd had in too long.

Taking a second to pause, he reached out to the force, beckoning it to him and expanding a bubble of sensory information around himself. Despite this, he felt no other dangerous individual carrying the force themselves, meaning the trouble was perhaps different than he'd assumed. He had not heard tale of Felucia being a dangerous place for the Jedi, especially seeing as it was a part of Republic Space. Nor had he encountered much criminal activity here, quickly eliminating the options, and boiling them down to one or two simple solutions. Could it have been that he was followed on world? His eyes opened once more, and the sights, smells, and noises of the world around him filtered back together. The force was trying desperately to tell him something, he was simply not well versed enough in its language to properly understand yet. The frustration building up in his now upset belly only clouded his mind further.

Of course, the idea of merely changing his face and getting on with it occurred. But then he'd have someone on his trail for a longer period of time, and the bother seemed hardly worth it. Who ever was the source of this danger, assuming it was an organic life form at all, needed to be flushed out. The probe droids, spotting Nejaa's defensive recluse, jumped into a higher tier of action, actively searching for a danger they knew to be there. Moving quietly among the shadows, they prowled the windows of houses and buildings, staring in without concern for manners and etiquette. "Blast... blast, blast, blast."

[member="Lily Rose"]