Something In Common.

[Kahlil Noble]

Nar Shadda. Here, once, Phar'ra was allowed to be called Sith. He had his title, his glory, his power. Now? He wandered the streets, unknown to the inhabitants. No one knew who he was. No one knew his name. All because of his master, [member="Darth Abyss"] , and his capture by some thugs. It was here though that one of these thugs resided.

Phar'ra was here for revenge. High in the streets the Sith sat and watched one of the homes. He was there for one reason, to kill this man. He didn't care who saw, or who got in the way. He would get his revenge.

[member="Darlyn Excron"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

(sorry on the delay)

Oh Nar Shadda, what a lovely place. It felt like yesterday that the man had arrived, robbed a couple of men of their ill gotten credits, and sat down with Ghorua to learn a little bit of restraint. Good times, truly good times. Yet today's trip? Not so nice. Darlyn had been in the mood to settle old debts, and today was no exception. Today's target? Grant, a thug he had worked with on a hunt ages ago, and who had double crossed him. Unaware of [member="Phar'ra"] watching from his vantage point, Darlyn in full black robes and cloak went up to the door, and managed to get Grant to come down. Before the man could say much of anything, Darlyn punched him, quite hard, into the wall.

Hey Grant, how's the kids? The wife? Oh that's right, ya don't have either of them! A shame too, I'd be far more lenient if you did. Now then, I don't suppose you remember much about me do you? Little trip to the Dune Sea and all, good times, good times. 'Course you left me without much of a way to civilization so that was, poor taste." Each sentence was punctuated by Darlyn with a swift punch, or throwing the man against the opposite wall in the doorway. His little bit over, he sighed contently, and ran a hand through his red hair. "Mm.. well that was a lovely reunion. We should meet up again next year. Have a good night." He knocked the thug back into his home with the Force, and closed the door.

And he didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon. He'd gotten permission from his queen, [member="Lady Kay"], to have a day off. And while it looked like he was guarding the door, he was really just trying to imagine what next to do.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Phar'ra watched the exchange of [member="Darlyn Excron"] and his target with a frown on his lips. Another who hated this thug? He was in the way, blocking the Kaleesh from his kill. But this wouldn't do. No, this would send the thug into hiding. So as the door was about to be closed Phar'ra leapt down, his hand raised. Anger coursed through his body, and he used it to latch onto the throat of the thug. A resounding crunch signified a brutal end, just before the door closed.

His vision turned to Darlyn, his one eye staring. This man almost cost him his revenge. The golden eye narrowed out of hate.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Darlyn glanced back at the man's corpse and clucked his tongue. "Well that's just disgusting. Leaving a mess like that, so unprofessional, uncivilized." He sighed and turned his head to the kaleesh that had so violently ended the man's life, and looked him over. Outside of his choice of garb, nothing particularly outstanding. Clearly a darkside user, he'd recognize that ability anywhere, not to mention his presence was far from bright. He sighed lightly and unclipped Exar Kun's lightsaber from his belt, just in case, and held the weapon loosely by his side.

"So, I don't suppose you'll introduce yourself and clean up your mess will you? Or will we have to get violent? Either suits me just fine." He stared at [member="Phar'ra"], not necessarily with a look of hatred or hostility, but clearly expecting the man to opt for the second. Still, Kay would be cross if he didn't at least *attempt* to not get in trouble.