The cynical are unlikely to change.

[AshleePerson]

Ravona drags a dead human body into a dark alley, before looting its pockets. "Stupid male pig... All of yoy are the same." She stuffed the credits she took from the man into a small pouch on her waistline.

Her outlook on life was very dark, and she didn't care for anyone. Anyone who got in her way was often hurt, or killed. So much blood was on her hands at this point, she didn't care anymore.

No one has cared for her for a long time, and she wasn't about to let anyone start now. "Thanks for the credits dude. I'll make good use of them... Maybe on Death sticks. Who knows." She left the alley at this point, yet the light didn't really change. On Nar Shaddaa, everything was dark and seedy.

 

[Cross Ikon]

I was on Nar Shaddaa again. Why, one might ask? For the fun of it. How? On that wonderful new stealth ship of mine, and on my personal landing stage. It paid to be rich, when it came to the Smuggler's Moon. It also paid to know the bars here. And boy, was I familiar with these bars.

Familiar enough to know that the little blue-skinned Twi'lek rifling through the pockets of a dead regular at my favorite bar was not, in fact, a regular. With a small smirk, and a raised eyebrow, I stepped into the alleyway.

"I hope you at least killed him quickly. All sorts of nasty people out there, working for that guy. Don't need anybody to report dying screams and such, eh?"

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[AshleePerson]

"Cut deep enough to slice the vocals. No screaming." She straightened, turning toward the voice, her eyes narrowing in distrust. "What do you want?"

Her body was tense and on edge, her left hand disappearing under her cloak hust in case things got nasty for her.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip quietly took a seat near the entrance to the bar. He didn't normally enter these places, however he felt that to appear normal on this planet he would have to blend in. He didn't particularly like Nar Shadda, but he had come because of a ship had been taking this as a side trip. He had to get off the ship for a little while, it had been far too crowded for his liking. Here he was on the most crowded planet aside from Coruscant, a walking monster and he was practically anonymous. He heard something going on outside, his Rakghoul senses allowed him to do that. He couldn't identify words, but he did hear some other things which made him tense slightly. He sniffed the air, there didn't seem to be any Force users, but then all the pollutants in the air made it basically impossible to smell anything.

He stood, his cloak billowing around his large form, and walked out of the bar. He listened again, trying to find where the noises had come from. It seemed strange to him that his ears had picked up the sounds over everything that had been on inside the bar, but then most of the time he focused his hearing towards areas with more danger and outside was certainly where more danger was likely.

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[AshleePerson]

"Great... More life forms..." Her hearing caught the suble noise of the door opening, and she sighed. "If you would excuse me, I have some illegal substances to buy." She turned to walk down another Alley, meaning to avoid the other guy all together.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip's advanced sense of smell almost immediately picked up the smell of blood. Not something unexpected on this world, though from the strength of if he would guess that some had been killed. From the stench he guessed that an artery or something of similar importance had been severed, which meant the the person was already dead or soon would be. He hoped to follow it back to its source, whoever did this probably was searching the person for money. If he got there quick enough he could catch the person.

How funny, on a world of crime he, a creation of a crime, was trying to do one right. It wouldn't change the world, it likely wouldn't even change the person he caught. But he was doing it any way. Why? Why did he spend his time to hunt someone down? Why did he even care? For all he knew the person who had died deserved it...No, everyone had done wrong at some point. Even the Jedi were not perfect. Did that mean that everyone was deserving of death? No. But then did everyone deserve life? Following that logic, not everyone deserved death, but not everyone deserved life. Was that the right way of looking at things? Not everyone who deserved life was given it. What then was the answer?

"It is much simpler than that. I am here to do good. A person has died, the person's murderer will be brought back." He told himself this over and over again. When at last he found the body, he found no one there. He could smell the murderers scent though. No, not murderer... murderess. While she obviously was good at her job, staying concealed from a creature that had better sense of smell and hearing was a difficult task. He followed the alley taking it quickly, but trying to avoid tipping off his prey. His footsteps were relatively quiet, but could still be heard.

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[AshleePerson]

She moved quickly with a dancers grace, silent on her feet. She kept alert, senses extended by the force. She looked up and saw a low overhang, and she grinned. "Perfect."

She took a step back, and started to run. She ran toward the wall opposite of the overhang. She ran up before kicking off, using the power of the force to propel her to the overhang. Her hands gripped it and she hung there, using precious seconds to pull herself up. These seconds allowed the other to catch up enough to see her, to see she was a blue skinned Twi'lek, before she pulled herself up and took off again.

"Damn... He saw me!" She drew her double saber but kept it unignited, merely carrying the long cylinder in her hand as she ran.

 

[Harrip]

Those few seconds made all the difference to Harrip, he had an idea of what he was up against. No need to hide, no need to play stealth with his prey. They both knew the other was there. No need for stealth, no need to catch the other by surprise, Harrip let loose his Rakghoul's hunting instinct. His control was held by a thread as the beast within ran faster than most humans. He had no need for the Force to get up there. A meter before he slammed into the wall, Harrip leaped and used his momentum to make him jump higher and then with a similar technique to his prey's he pushed off with pure might.

He pulled himself up, leaving deep scores in the ground thanks to his claws. Yes this was not too difficult. Though he doubted that a regular person could have accomplished such a maneuver. Which meant that his prey was either one of the Force sensitives or otherwise an incredibly well trained urban runner. Either way, it would lead to an interesting chase.

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[AshleePerson]

She cursed in several laguages, running hard, using the force to propel her beyond normal capacities, making her a blur. She used the technique several times to propel herself to greater heights, eventually running on the rooftops of buildings.

Her already abnormally high stamina was bolstered by the force, causing her to go longer than most mortals. But her training in the force was weak. She couldn't sustain herself for long. So she stopped running in the middle of a large rooftop, sweat making her blue skin shine.

She ignited her double saber, the blades crackling to life. Yet these were different than any other saber. They hummed and crackled with unstable energy, waves going up and down the shaft of pure energy. It obviously wasn't a Jedi or Sith sanctioned weapon. It was something made by one with almost no knowledge of how to make such a weapon.

She twirled the double blades around her, moving with a dancelike grace so common to the females of her species it seemed. She waited for her foe to catch up, a deadly gleam in her eye. She was out for blood at this point, and she was going to get it.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip had begun to lose the woman, she was a number of roofs ahead of him when she suddenly stopped. He had wondered why she was stopping when she obviously had the advantage. Her speed and endurance was more than even Harrip's Rakghoul abilities allowed him to accomplish.

The moment he saw the blade ignite, cutting a bright spot in darkness. Now he understood. But the blade wasn't right, Jedi and Sith normally have weapons of a pure beam. This one crackled and seemed to be questionable. As he came closer he noticed that she did not have the stance that most trained Force users would take up. She wasn't trained, but still would be deadly. He would try to get out of this without a fight. After all he was not here to fight.

He caught up, but before he came close he spoke, "Very good running there. Haven't been bested like that in quite awhile." His crackling voice fell silent as he watched for a response.

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[AshleePerson]

"What do you want beast?" Her voice was harsh, her breathing short and clipped as she tried to regain her breath, the saber waiting to strike.

"You chase me down, after I kill a pperson. One can assume its for some misguided attempt at justice. Not a smart move." She gathered the force around her, sinking deep into the force itself, preparing for a fight. She wouldn't die on this forsaken planet. If anyone would die tonight, it was him.

She took a step closer to him. "I suggest you tuck tail and run beast, or I'll seperate your head from your shoulder." She did another quick flourish of her saber, the air filled with the crackling again.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip grinned, or at least as close to a grin as his face could manage. "You wouldn't be the first to threaten that."

The cloak fell from his shoulders as he moved side to side. He took steps with calm control. After thousands of years, Harrip had had to deal with many Jedi and Sith, some of which were quite powerful. His being here was testament to his strength and power. "I don't want a fight. I'm here because you killed a person. Whatever your reasons, it was wrong."

He watched even more cautiously, this one seemed volatile. That would mean he had to be careful with how he spoke.

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[AshleePerson]

"Wrong? Wrong?! You have no clue who he was or what he has done! You have no right to say whether it was wrong or not!" She thrust her left hand forward, a force push blasting its way toward you with enough strength to send a grown man flying. She follows this up by jping at you, ywin blades slicing through the air as she attempts to slice you in half at the waist.

"You have no right!" Her anger has ahold of her now, fueling her tired muscles and strengthening her bond in the force. She was out for blood. Very little would draw her out of this conflict now except this monsters death.

Yet in the center of this anger and madness, a kernal of calm remained. There is a small chance this could end without bloodshed. A very small chancechance.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip was caught off guard by the push. His first reaction was to try and resist it, but he allowed his body to be sent farther back. The extra time it took to cover the distance allowed himself to plan for attack that would obviously be incoming. As he watched with a small sense of awe, Harrip rolled underneath and away to the right of his enemy's blow.

He came to his feet, his face perfectly calm. His own mind had to be controlled, as without it his more Rakghoul mind would try to take over. "There is no need to come to blows. I may not have the right to say you did wrong. I've done many wrongs in my life. However, that does not make any action done correct. For all the killing that that man may have done, does it mean that killing him is justified?"

He let his voice keep the calm that was being slowly, ever so slowly, overrun. He felt that there was something within this little one that did not really want this. He didn't know how to get that out, but he tried.

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[AshleePerson]

"It was completely justified you fool! He was a ghost from my past! In that damned palace..." The anger, bitterness, and hate melted away in a bipolar mood swing. All this was completely replaced by a deep fear and sadness.

"You don't know what he has done... Its better off that he is dead..." Her saber deactivates, the cylinder merely held loosely in her hand as she stood in the spot she ended up in, her back to you. Her body stiff, as shes caught up in a memory of her past.

"That man was bad news, just like that dirty Hutt. They both deserved what they got." She clipped the saber on her belt slowly, heading towarf the edge of the rooftop, to find a way down.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip felt something. He felt a connection, another slave. He had been a slave, thousands of years ago. "Would you believe that I too was once a slave?"

He followed quietly, picking up his robes as he walked. He wondered what had caused the sudden change in attitude. But, he realized, he too had had similar reactions when he had remembered his past. He knew what it was to be controlled against his will. To be used and then almost be killed. He had been a slave to an ancient Sith, one that had been very evil. He remembered... so much... there had been much pain. He guessed that she probably had similar memories of her masters.

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[AshleePerson]

"Good for you..." That was her xoping mechanism. Violence, or being short, coarse, and rude. She stopped at the very edge of the building, emotions conflicting inside of her.

This mam was obviously trying to comnect with her. She hasn't connected with anyone in a very long time. The last person she connected with, she had killed. Being close to her wasn't a very good idea.

"I'm going to Dist'nipo down the way." A bar known for selling illegal substances like spice and deathsticks. Thats not a good combination for someone as emotionally unstable as Ravona.

She dropped off the edge of the roof, catching a small lip of the building, pulling herself in, making her way to the stairs.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip walked to the edge of the roof. He bet that the substances the woman wanted to purchase were by no means helping her. He had never really gone for spices or things of that sort, partially because it seemed strange and unnecessary to him. Substances had never been a problem for him, as he had never owned any material wealth. A slave before his experimentation, he was used to a certain degree of depravity. However, it was after the experiment and transformation were done to him that he witnessed the true evil behind slavery.

When she had spoken, he believed that the words were more of reflex than actual feelings. He felt that she was actually a good person, she just needed to see it. He was hoping that by opening himself he could open her and help her. He realized that his original intent had changed somewhat. Instead of bringing the person to justice, he was trying to help the person see justice.

He clung onto the wall as he dropped slowly the ground. He took large chunks of metal and duracrete as he climbed his way directly down. Once on the floor he would find his way the bar that the woman had spoken of. It had taken a little bit of time, first to pull his cloak back on, ask come questions of passersby, and then to finally make his way there. He held his breath as he walked in, these places tended to overwhelm his senses.

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[AshleePerson]

It was a dive bar. Dark, shadowy, and reeking of unwashed bodys and booze. It wasn't a nice place for anyone. The back door opened, and Ravona stumbled out, eyes wide and glazed over as she say at the bar.

She didn't even order a drink, she just sat there. Numbed and in a happy place due to the amount of illegal substances coursing through her veins.

 

[Harrip]

Harrip noticed movement towards the bar, a door had opened and the woman had walked through. Obviously she had gotten to the stuff she wanted. The way she carried herself and her look told him that much.

He could hardly stand the smell, but the lighting was perfect for him. The somewhat stuffy feeling wasn't very much fun for him either. It made him feel as if he was confined and he was a little bit more sensitive about tight spaces.

He made his way to the bar, avoiding as many people as possible. These people were normally the kind he avoided associating with. When he reached the bar he took the seat next to the woman. He looked over, not speaking, wondering if she could even see straight. Now that he was close he could almost smell the spices and other such that she had taken. It was certainly a mess.

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