In Plain Sight

[Fatty]

Jhar snarled audibly. He was not one to take kindly to being ignored when it was very clear he was one to be heard, he doesn't rise from the shadows simply to be headed no attention. Thus then what use would one derive of hiding? This visibly angered the small Noghri, but he tried to remain composed... for now. It would seem he failed.

"Are you not listening to me boy? The Jedi are scattered! Riddled with diaspora! Disorganized! Irrelevant! Whatever answers they provide to you are dated! You want the truth?" He shed his robes immediately, revealing his black armor, and missing arm. He cracked his cane off the ground causing it to split and eject his lightsaber, in which the shoto staff ignited in its golden blade as he caught it in the air, connecting to his gauntlet. He breathed heavily through his respirator in anticipation of battle. He question his own wisdom and revealing himself to a group of Jedi and a "Dark Lord" of the Sith, but none the less it would show the boy how bold he was, how strong he felt.

"I killed him." Weather or not this was true, would be for Jor'si to find out. But in the mean time he took advantage of the Jedi's apparent lack of answers to make for excellent Dun Much. Despite his small size and usual weakness in the force, the literally cold blooded assassin before the Jedi was incredibly resourceful in how he used the force.

"Just thought to let you know." He said coldly, without humor. While he let down his suppression, he generated a small army of Doppelgangers, that being but one surprise of the night. Each one had its own target in the group, he ignored Sidic however, as he would probably wait out the conflict to see how 'embarrassing' Jhar's 'defeat' would be. With that, each opponent would be attacked by at least one leaping killer, but which one would be facing the real one?

 

[Elara Hulis]

With a smile, Elara stated, "The archivists would accept my inquiries. If you wish to stay, though, it can surely be arranged."

As the still disguised Jhar'vokh began to talk once again, Elara turned his head slightly toward him. Her grin still remained on her face, yet it relaxed slightly to form a faint smirk. With her face covered by a headband, there was no other facial expression beyond what her mouth had.

Then as Jhar'vokh began to shed his disguise, Elara turned back to Jor'si with a more straight expression and told him, "Yet if you do stay, know that a Jedi is the hardest thing to become."

Once more, it seemed as if she would have ignored Jhar'vokh. Then, the Sith Lord created several false copies of himself. Elara retained her slight smirk as she said with a swift, rushed voice, "We should run. Follow."

After saying that, Elara dashed toward a pathway just as one of the doppelgängers leaped at her former position. She took off as fast as she could, looking back once to make sure that Jor'si was following.

 

[Darth Metus]

"Really? You mean it? Excellent!" Delighted, Jor'si elevated a fist to the air in celebration. However, it was exceptionally short-lived, as the Hobbling One had shed his disguise and was now launching an attack upon the young man and his new comrade. Upon hearing the words the man spoke, it was not anger that sparked within Jor'si, but disappointment. 'Always thought Sith would be...a tad better at lying...' he mused to himself, obeying his new comrade's command to run. (That in itself slightly bothered Jor'si, as by nature he didn't back down from anyone...yet no matter, when she said go, he went, sprinting after her as fast as he could.)

Of course Jor'si knew what the Sith spoke of was a lie, for he had been there in the alley shortly after his father's demise. After all, it was he who had discovered his father's badly beaten and broken body, and had even seen the Hutt's gang of thugs rounding the corner...Jor'si was educated enough to discern lightsaber wounds from those inflicted by planks, pipes, and fists as well. It irked him that the Sith would attempt to get a rise out of him with such a low jab as well..but what did he expect? They were the most evil scum in the galaxy after all.

"Lead on!" He shouted to his comrade, continuing to follow after her.

 

[Elara Hulis]

It did not take long before it seemed that Elara and Jor'si managed to escape Jhar'vokh's pursuit - the Sith gave any.

However, through the twists and turns of their flight, Elara found herself in a strange place of the city they were in on Dantooine. They seemed to be surrounding by refugees, many of them obviously intoxicated by some substance.

With a slight pant from all the running, Elara turned toward Jor'si. She still had a faint smile despite the surroundings.

"We should probably leave Nar Shaddaa for Coruscant as soon as possible," she said, leaving no mention of the Sith they had confronted, "Did you have business to still do here, though?"

 

[Erich Lor]

Erich sat upon a ledge high above the streets of Dantooine and near the Star Port, he was fiddling with the gauntlet upon his left hand, waiting for his target or rather targets. The Garhoon had been sent here on a very simple mission, find Jedi, tag them, and then leave. Why was Erich sent on this mission? and for that matter why did this mission even exist? Well the first question was rather easy to answer. Erich Lor was a Garhoon, a sort of...well vampire. His species meant that he had both the strength and speed to take on many a Jedi, or at least in theory.

He had fed not a few hours ago, the rush of doing so was still in his veins. In theory he should be able to do this job quite simply, he had already tagged several Jedi. Oh that reminded him of his second musing, why he was doing this.

For some strange reason his company had been hired to “tag” Jedi with tiny nano-trackers. Their employer for whatever reason wanted to know the location of several dozen force users, far be it from Erich to question the why. He was responsible for the how, and so far he had been rather successful at it. So, in an attempt to continue his successful tagging streak and bring the count of up 11 from 9 Erich had tracked down two further Jedi...or at least force users.

It hadn't been easy, mostly he had gone on rumors from drug dealers, farmer and prostitutes but eventually the Garhoon Mercenary had tracked down his targets and was now waiting for them here at the spaceport.

 

[Fatty]

So then, they got away. He had to admit, it didn't seem like he had really done his Job. He tried to sow two seeds of deception and both were dismissed without further thought. This irritated him. Thus he allowed them to think that they had escaped, when indeed they were being hunted by a deadly assassin. He had been following them all along as they ran, they believing they had escaped. His illusions had given way, probably defeated by either the Jedi Master or the degenerate "Darth." Whatever became of the female in the beginning of this tale? The damsel in distress? The vanishing women who deceived and attempted to use this fellow as a weapon; not at all different from what the Disciples of Vader plan to do. Of course though the fight for turning him was over, he had obviously made his decision, and now he was Jedi. Now, he was a target.

Finally, he had been able to hobble his way far in front of them. He had used the roofs obviously, however hesitant the notion had been. He had always ridden the roofs before the Nightmares on Naboo, but it left a small impression on him that the Sith Demon Disciple was still hunting him. He shook it off with a grunt, as he landed directly behind the fleeing Jedi, while they encountered yet another figure. He smelled Garhoon. He shivered at the thought of what he would try to do, but was perplexed as to why he would do this in the open? He had a thought that perhaps little broken Jhar was over extending his ability.

On my first mission day, my true patron sent to me: 5 Jedi filth, 4 missing foes, 3 tar-gets, 2 Padawans, and Oooonnne Garhoon Stranger! He sung to himself in his head. At any rate, he prepared for battle.