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Naboo
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Anonymity was sometimes difficult for Jedi to maintain. They worked so hard, fought so hard, it was inevitable that their legends grew. Those that sought to stay in the shadows were quickly brought to light, their names spread all over the galaxy and their faces with them. Of course, it was even more difficult when that Jedi appeared on Holo-TV, broadcasting a message of peace and hope across the galaxy. It was a well meaning thing, a beautiful thing when one looked at it objectively, but when you had enemies...when you had chained someone to a column and humiliated them, then there would always be backlash.

"My Lord, everything is prepared for your command."

Vrak stood at the window of a small manor within the lake district, a rented property that he had acquired access to through several shell corporations. It was a beautiful place really, smooth architecture, great sights, and the amount of privacy was simply delightful. The most closest building was over fifteen miles away. It was the ideal location for Vrak to stay, especially considering his appearance. "Good."

The Sith said as he turned away from the window and peered at the scene behind him. There were a dozen or so Massassi standing there, mixed among them were a similar number of humans and other aliens, mostly Twi'Leks. Most of them seemed to be snapping weapons into place or poking at a holo-screen, though one was slowly wandering towards Vrak with what appeared to be a detonator. The servant held out the device to him almost reverently.

"The charges were set in the proper place?" Vrak asked the servant. The man slowly looked up and gave a nod.

"Yes, My Lord. At the base of the base of the column in the central square. There will be no mistaking it as anything but an attack."

He nodded.

"Excellent." His fingers wrapped around the detonator. "Then it will suffice to draw her home."

Vengeance went a long way for him, and this...this would be sweet. He inspected the device for a moment more, looking at it for a moment more, then gently depressed the detonator. There was a pause, and then on the holo-screen behind him a scene began to unfold. Sliced cameras revealed instantaneous footage of the Naboo square, an explosion tearing through the large open courtyard, the pillar located in the central of the square collapsing to one side and falling on the buildings nearby, people running and screaming in every direction imaginable.

Vrak watched the scene unfold, a small smile crossing his lips as his finger ran across a pair of silvery cuffs at his side.
 
In downtime there was little more to do than to either read and keep herself occupied, or think about Kurt and what an absolute disaster her life was outside of her Jedi life. Although that too was rather hectic and chaotic. She had been thinking back to that day quite a bit, the mistakes she'd made, the choices, his words. There was a question that burned deep in her mind over whether or not she would have actually killed Vrak back on Prakith, had he not tripped her up in her momentary fit of blind anger. She had certainly reacted on impulse, rather than rationale. But would she have followed through? That crimson lightsaber had come awfully close to his face after all.

She set the book down on her lap, laying back in the bed, head resting atop two wonderfully plush pillows.

That was when she heard the galactic news. Naboo had been attacked. Again. She jolted up, hands clutching the sheets of her bed as she stared at the Holo Projector on her wall. For the longest time it was the assumption that Suravi had attacked the planet again, though as she watched the news unfold it seemed different from the rogue Republic operative. Still, there was no way to be sure whether or not this was her, someone acting on her behalf, or simply a random act of violence.

Her comm lit up, blinking green. She picked it up, answering quietly. It was a message informing her of what she was already witnessing unfold.

A few brief words were passed, and Jamie headed for the nearest starship to take her home.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]
 
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He doubted that it would be too long before she returned to her homeworld, after all, she had rushed back once before.

It would still take time of course. Though Naboo was in Alliance space he hardly expected that the Little Jedi would be taking up residence here, not when there were no Alliance bases of Jedi Temples to stay at. Thus Vrak and his people would wait. It wasn't too difficult. The lake district had some beautiful sights, and with everything going on...well there was so much excitement to watch on the Galactic News. Speculation about how had conducted the attack, what explosives had been used, why?

It was beautiful really.

"My lord, we have word of a Jedi Shuttle approaching the world. The man we bribed is un-"

Vrak waved the servant off. "We will know when she is here."

She would reveal herself. Perhaps it would be out of ego, perhaps it would be out of pride for her homemworld, but Vrak had no doubt in his mind that eventually the Jedi girl would show herself in Theed. His servants were eager to capture her, but they were fools if they thought they could strike within the heart of the city. She was a noble of some sort, and that meant Security would surround her. No, they had to be a bit more clever.

"Ensure the starport is watched." Vrak told the Servant as he pulled his saber-staff from the table. "Alert me when she passes through, not before."

He didn't care for guessing games.
 
"Thank you, Captain." Jamie shook the man's hand when the shuttle touched down on landing pad three, just before the ramp lowered. Naboo hadn't been his original destination, then again it rarely was for most. The man was kind enough to adjust his schedule for her, and for that she was in his debt. "When you refuel, let the workers know that I've authorized the charges be made to my account." The man's face lit up. He hadn't quite expected her to pay for his ship's maintenance.

She would need to make her way to the palace next. Reviewing all of the investigative information the officials had collected would take priority, to try and sort out what the motives were behind the attack, as well as the perpetrators. It was a daunting task, one that she had already done one too many times in the recent past. A dead and injured count would have to be made, a public statement, a man hunt, and possibly a bounty if all else failed, for information and the arrest of those responsible.

It was deja vu all over again.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]
 
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"My Lord, we've received word."

Vrak looked up from the Dejarik board, the Pureblood opposite him still thinking about his next move. He smiled slightly, looking at the servant who had come to give him the news. "Excellent. Where is she headed?"

"It seems towards the Palace, My Lord."

The move made sense. If what Vrak knew about this little Jedi was correct she was some sort of Noble here on Naboo. He wasn't quire sure just how far up the food chain she was, but he figured it was enough to at the very least make her important. Perhaps killing her here would draw attention, but he would just have to ensure that no one saw his face. Slowly Vrak rose from his place, the chair pushed back as he stepped towards the servant that had brought the news.

"Prepare my armor." He told the man. "Ready all the human's we brought. The Massassi must stay here."

They were a tad too conspicuous. "I want to be in the city within the hour."

The servant bowed his head and did as he was told.
 
Jamie exited the speeder at the base of the palace staircase. Shuffling her feet quickly up the many steps, hands gripping the loose fabric that swayed from her hips so she wouldn't trip up as she hustled up she made it to the top rather fast. Rushing inside she was immediately bombarded with dignitaries and other councilors, dozens of stewards and an endless wave of information that would give even an AI a headache, if such a thing were possible.

"I want to watch the video feed. Get me everything you have. I want every angle, every small recording device, every camera feed in the square for the last seventy two hours prior to the attacks in my office in the next two hours. Find me a team that will help review every ounce of footage as well. I want to know who did this."

Without another word the girl stamped off towards her office, pushing quite literally everything else aside to begin reviewing the endless sea of documents that were given to her while she awaited the video footage to be delivered.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]
 
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

True to his intent Vrak and a dozen or so accompanying soldiers found their way to Theed within the hour. They all wore masks of some sort, Vrak donning a dark gray set of robes along with his usual rather sinister get up. The others wore simple armor that had been created by some manufacturer in the galaxy no one would really find out of the ordinary. They didn't take an obvious path of course, instead sneaking into the city via an old sewer.

Eventually they made it to the Palace, weaving their way through Theed until they stood on the roof opposite of the Palace itself. "Take positions."

One of the soldiers nodded, unfurling a sniper rifle. The others quickly began to set up a wire system, large grapple weapons being shot towards the palace to string thick gauge Durasteel wire between the roof of the building and the Palace itself. They set things up quickly, moving between security patrols that were held on the streets below.

"We're ready, my Lord."

"Good." Vrak took one of the belted loops, attaching it to a small harness. "Get across and prepare for infiltration."

The man nodded, and slowly the small group made their way onto the Palace.
 
She rubbed the bridge of her nose. The group of investigators she had assembled reviewing the footage was a long and arduous process. They had made a bit of headway here and there, saving small snippets of footage for further comparison, but they had yet to find a definitive subject that undoubtedly had planted an explosive at the base of the column. It was frustrating.

Where are you?

Jamie bit her lip, staring down at the screen.

Looking up for a moment her eyes shifted around the room. "Take a break." She said to them. "Rest your eyes. I don't want anyone to miss anything." They'd been staring at screens for quite some time that taking a short rest and returning with a fresh outlook might do them some good, and help to prevent anyone from missing anything potentially important to the investigation.

"Meet me back here in thirty minutes." Jamie stood up. "I'm going to go for a walk in the courtyard."

Some fresh air would do well.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]
 
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

They made it to the roof without any incident, a small blessing at the very least. "Go."

Two more of the group quickly broke off and headed in different directions, leaving Vrak with nine soldiers. He shifted as they moved across the top of the palace, walking between the great domes that decorated skylines of Naboo. A part of him wondered if this wasn't a bit too foolish, if what he was doing was too bold, but he didn't care. The humiliation he had suffered at the hands of the girl was not something he could easily ignored, and the fact that she hadn't killed him, that she had just left him...

That made it so much worse.

As they reached the edge of the roof they found themselves peering down into a large open courtyard. One side was lined with a great row of stone columns, an ornate walkway that overlooked a large garden. The Sith scoffed at the sight. If there was one thing the Naboo prided themselves on it was the great beauty of their world. So much wasted effort, so much wasted time. He shook his head slightly as he spotted a figure stepping out from one of the great double doors.

A small smirk fell on his face.

"Go." He told the man to his right. "Follow the plan."

The man nodded, glancing at Vrak for half a second before the remaining men split into two groups and rushed in opposite directions.
 
Jamie stretched her arms outwards, a small yawn pulling at her as she stepped out into the warm air, a comfortable breeze passing by her. It was always something. There was never a moment of rest. Whether that meant running off with Aela to go to some distant planet and be nearly killed by Sith monsters, or chasing after rogue Republic agents, or trying to investigate ruins of some sort, or even just be with her boyfriend, if that was even what they were anymore. She honestly didn't know.

That situation was so karked.

Making her way towards the garden she knelt down, her hands folding in her lap as she steadied her breathing, allowing the Force to surround her, to ease her mind. The smell of the flowers overtaking her senses, the crisp air and warm rays of sunshine, all of it felt like home. She loved no planet quite like Naboo. Lush tropical worlds like Spira even paled in comparison. They were beautiful no doubt, but they weren't quite home.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]
 
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Vrak fell onto the ground with a muted thud. His boots tapped against the heavy stone work just outside of the gardens, his lightsaber already resting in the palm of his hand. He smiled slightly as he watched the edges of the garden.

They were alone. It appeared that most people that lived in the Palace were either busy dealing with the fallout of the bombs or locked up for their own protection. Visiting the gardens in a time like this was not a priority, at least not to anyone besides Jamie. Vrak smiled, that smug, satisfied smile as he crept up behind her. He moved slowly, carefully avoiding the plants, branches, and anything that would give away his position until he stood right behind her.

"Hello little Jedi." There was a loud snap-hiss that punctuated his words.

One side of his saber-staff sprang into life, Vrak not wasting anytime at all.

As soon as he spoke he swiped the blade forward and towards Jamie's back. All subtlety, any hint of stealth was immediately taken away as he struck out at her.
 
Meditation was something that did not come easy for her. In fact, she rarely participated in it, save for when she was surrounded by places such as this. The atmosphere was something she found incredibly important to her ability to find inner peace and slip herself into the Force. It was made easier somewhat by Aela's teaching, but it was still much more comfortable and easily achieved when she was surrounded by flowers, gardens, trees, and water. It was just how she was.

The Force had wrapped itself around her, flowing through her like a calming river. That was what had granted her clarity to feel the presence of another approaching, standing behind her. Unlike the calm and serene surroundings that encompassed the courtyard, this felt both disparaging and familiar. She'd known this darkness before. Then the voice called out, and the recognition of that voice was all she needed. Sight was not necessary.

The very instant the crimson blade behind her snapped to life Jamie threw herself forward and away from the man, the bottom inch or so of her dress burning away as the blade cut through the fabric as if it were nothing but air. She rolled once, quickly pushing herself up to one knee with her hands, reaching to her side for her own weapon. Her thumb pressed onto the activator and the familiar yellow blade sprang forward.

"You." She said with a sneer.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]
 
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He smiled, but didn't respond to him.

Taunting her would have been sweet, but Vrak intended to get this over with as fast as possible. His lightsaber flicked up as he dashed towards her, his left hand remaining empty for the time being, a small spark of purple lightning running over his fingertips as he charged her.

Within two heartbeats he closed the distance between them.

His lightsaber slashed towards her legs, an easy, and predictable move that she would likely see coming from a mile away. The strike was but a distraction however and as his lightsaber swung towards her legs his free hand came up.

A single bright purple spark jumped from his palm, lightning rushing from him towards her.
 
Jamie knew he wouldn't indulge any words unless he was beaten, so she wouldn't even bother. The girl simply watched as he rushed towards her like a savage animal. Her blue eyes did in fact catch that small bright flash between his fingertips before he lashed out with his saber. To her he was either entirely untrained, or simply trained to be a raw, animalistic fighter. Fast paced slashes, thrusts, and jabs were what she was familiar with due to her own fencing techniques, meaning that unless the Sith opted for heavy, overbearing attacks she could easily maneuver and parry his attacks. It was the lightning bit that frightened her the most. Recollection of the momentary burst of displeasure from back on Prakith served to remind her once again that she did not want to feel that sensation.

Instead of attempting to parry the attack Jamie instead pushed her free hand forwards, a small shimmering blue light surrounding her body as she remained kneeling, her blue eyes glaring up at him from within the protected sphere around her, having saved herself from a very certain death. There was little she could do however, given the immense amount of concentration required to simply hold the sphere together, let alone speak or call for help.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]
 
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

The Sith let out a raged sigh.

His lightsaber went crashing against the bubble once, twice, and then a third time as he tried to break through the barrier. He roared as he found himself unable to cut through the mall bubble, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his lightsaber. Vrak offered Jamie a scowl, his eyes darting from her towards the exits and entrances of the gardens. He had wanted to do this quickly, finish it before it even started, but now the girl was entrapping herself in a cocoon.

"Coward." He bit the word.

There wasn't really much he could do against the bubble, he could keep battering away, and probably would, but eventually he would grow tired. His lips turned to a scowl, and instead of slashing over and over again he instead stabbed his lightsaber forward.

Vrak thrust the tip of his blade right to the point of her palm, pressing the lightsaber against and quickly into the force bubble as he sough to strain her concentration and break through the shield as though it were nothing but a heavy set of blast doors.
 
She knew full and well there was no chance she could keep this up longer than he could wait. She couldn't call for help, so unless a random passerby happened to see what was going on, and lived to escape and alert anyone else, she wasn't getting away that easily. She flinched, her eye twitching as the violent sounds of cracking and hissing of the Sith's saber pressed against the bubble. Jamie heard his insult, but the best she could do in that moment was smile back at him. It pleased her to get under his skin, just like she had back on Prakith.

Still, the Jedi knew that simply irritating him was unlikely to win the battle.

It was interesting though that he would choose to call her a coward, when he chose to strike at her while she meditated, on her knees, from behind.

Sith. Such hypocrites.

A few more seconds would pass while she let him struggle against her barrier, until she finally could hold it up no more. The instant she released the shield the resistance against his weapon, and the force behind pushing against her would be gone, forcing him forward at least enough to give her the time to roll off to the side and raise her weapon back into a defensive position, even if she couldn't quite stand up that fast.

What she could do now, though, is speak the word on her mind. "Hypocrite."

[member="Vrak Nashar"]
 
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He stumbled forward, his foot planting in an instant as he swung around.

Vrak had no idea whether or not she would be able to call up another bubble, but that didn't really matter. He only had to stall her long enough for the others to get in position. He just hoped that those within the palace remained outside of the Garden. His men were not enough to take on the entire security force of Naboo, especially not here in the palace where they were well defended and equipped.

No this still had to be done quickly.

He sneered slightly as she called him a hypocrit, the word rolling off of him like a bead of water. What she thought of him didn't matter of course, only that in the end she would bow her head. He twisted around and faced towards her once more, his body arching as he moved to strike her once agian.

The lightsaber swept towards her from above, reaching down to strike her shoulder and practically cleave her in two.
 
If she had been able to stand up, positioning wouldn't be of a disadvantage. Unfortunately he hadn't given her quite enough time to do that, and so she had to defend herself from one knee again. With a two handed grip, one at both end of the hilt she raised her blade to clash against Vrak's. The instant the two collided the air was filled with snapping and cracking, flashes of light erupting between the contact point. Her eyes looked up to see his, cold and empty. She scowled, knowing this was a bad spot to be in. If she removed a hand, he might very well overpower her, but if she continued to linger, he would eventually anyway. It was one of those seemingly hopeless situations where there was little to do.

Her eye twitched as the two blades drew closer to her face.

All of the remaining strength in her body was directed to her arms, to try and push away the Sith's weapon to the side. Her feet pivoted to get into a better position. The moment that the balance shifted in the two warring sabers, the red blade slid upwards, and Jamie pulled away, throwing herself back and stumbling backwards on her feet. The red skinned man would hear her cry out in pain as the blade grazed along her upper left arm near her shoulder.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]
 
[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He gave her no moment of rest.

The last time Vrak had given her a second to collect herself he had lost, that would not be happening again here today. The Pureblood knew that he had to strike quickly. Any moment of hesitation, any nanosecond that she got to recover she would use.

His palm lashed out, free hand once again rippling with a single bright strike of lightning.

Vrak had no idea whether or not she would have the time to collect herself and block the quick shock of the force, but it didn't matter. The moment the sparks rushed from his finger tips Vrak was already charging her once again.

The other end of his lightsaber ignited, the saber-staff burning into life as he arched it forward and struck her from above once again.
 
There was simply no way to call back that bubble. It was tiring enough to begin with, but with the amount of pain burning through her shoulder now it was just impossible. Even if the Padawan did manage to call it back, it wouldn't hold more than a second or two, so there was no point in wasting her energy. Jamie saw the sparks propel from his fingertips again. Didn't he ever get tired?! She raised her hand once more, the soreness more evident with even the smallest of motions. Like on Prakith she enacted a barrier, knowing full well that it wouldn't protect her entirely from the electricity. The small tendrils that collided with the Force energy from her palm wrapped around, crawling up the length of her arm until she pulled away.

The lightsaber strikes were significantly harder to block with only one hand. Attempting to aide herself would only hinder her more. Jamie raised the weapon, feeling the two collide once again, forcing her to take another two steps back, over and over again until she felt the strength in her arm beginning to wane from the repeated abuse.

In a single last ditch effort she forced her injured arm up to throw one last Force Push towards Vrak, to separate them long enough. She needed to flee now.

[member="Vrak Nashar"]
 

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