The slums

[Enos]

Tournament of champions: The Hutt presence on Nar Shadda is holding a tournament to see who is the strongest in the galaxy. If you think that might be you then come down to the old swamp planet and prove it! Do you have what it takes?
Rules will be presented to you when you register.

Searching for entertainment:
Because of the presence of the Tournament of Champions we are also searching for the most exotic and alluring dancers to keep the patrons entertained in between matches. Please sign up via holonet. An invitation will be sent to you along with a free two-way ticket to Nar Shadda.

As Enos read this he chuckled lightly to himself. The Hutts here must have become extremely bored to fund something this big. Although he wanted the company of new faces to this planet he was sure it would only attract the most desperate dancers and the least humble (and skilled) fighters. Hey maybe he might join if the competition was easy pickings.

From the rooftop Enos suddenly saw a shuttle touch down onto the launchpad a few hundred meters away. "Hmm.. lets go meet our guests then." Enos said with a grin as he put his foot back in his boot and sheathed his vibro knife he was using to pick his toes. He stood up and stretched his back. He closed his eyes and took a big breath of air. A grin spread across his face as he jumped off the large building to the wall of the building that stood parallel to it. He flipped form that wall to a steel rod that connected them and grabbed on. Keeping his momentum he jumped down off the walls until he landed skillfully on the ground. "Not bad. Certainly not good, but not bad." He said looking down at his robotic leg (or RE for robotic enhancement ) "Now lets go see some new faces." He said walking calmly towards the shuttle.

 

[Kyrinov]

Tevro's shuttle touched down on the durasteel landing pad, the engines whistling to a halt as landing gear and the accompanying ramp settled onto the platform. He stretched his red legs and arms which were stiff from the long, and rather dull, commute. He stepped out of the shuttle and glanced around, turning his head from side to side. The overall brightness was a killer to his perception of the world around him. The blinking lights which darted back and forth between buildings as though the lights themselves were alive and chasing each other around and around until one became tired of the game and sputtered out for the time being. The signs which advertised everything from furniture to clubs and lounges, brighter than the lights that blinked around them in an attempt to draw an awe filled eye to its fluorescent charm, gesturing for attention above all else. The variety of aliens and humans alike mixing and mingling into large crowds that appeared to come in swarms of various languages and dialects, obscene gestures, whisperings of deals and arrangements that begged to only be overheard by the wrong set of ears, holograms of alien women and famous, or otherwise popular, dancers scattered in every plaza. The odd concoction of smells which assaulted his heightened senses. Scents of food, drinks, drugs, people, and even of the air itself. The atmosphere around all of them reeked of staleness, obvious electrical discharges, and waste of several other shuttles and transporters.

He despised the world already.

The Zabrak paused as a lone flyer drifted by, carried by the jet stream of nearby transporters that whizzed by like arrows. He skimmed over the information with a critical and judgemental eye.

'A tournament. Hm, perhaps I will join and see what this planet and others have to offer. Perhaps I will discover something new and improve all the same. Give the Hutts a good show and entertain myself for whatever forsaken time I spend on this wretched planet. Think of it as a rest of sorts.' Tevro thought, as he continued his walk towards the plaza that stood as a skyscraper in front of him.

 

[SiRiDio]

Following the other Zabrak, SiRiDio wearing a cloak in all black he could feel this man was using the Darkside which he expected at a place like this Jedi would never come SiRiDio thought it would be a great place to find Sith and kill them for betraying him knowing only few would be able to stand up to him he expected a number of bounty hunters to play in the games following the second Zabrak still he raised his wrist recording himself in a hologram projection [member="Formorta"] " I believe I have found some Sith im sure there is more im going to engage would like your help " ending the recording.


That should buy him some allies while he waits for her he would study his competition to learn the way of thinking and fighting style to calculate a way of defeating them he entered the building in which the event was gonna take place.

[member="Tevro"] | [member="Enos"] |

 

[Formorta]

Formorta had learned about the so called 'Test of Strength' contest long before [member="SiRiDio"] had contacted her, the masked assassin already on the crime ridden world of Na Shadda, the place pretty much a second home for the expert sniper. When the call came through about potenital Sith targets, well all the more reason to attend, after all mister Sidieon bounty hunter guild master seemed to be collecting Sith blade left right and center, it was almost a mockery.

As such Formorta was among the other guest that had arrived on the shuttle to great [member="Enos"], herself being the first to exit the craft, crimson eyes staring at the man who had organized the event. What seemed very odd was the sudden appearance of him, seeming to have no past history that came to mind, almost as if he just, suddenly appeared into existence one day, very strange. "... you, you are the one running this event are you not"?

Blunt and straight to the point is how Formorta acted, just like the the bullets that left her sniper rifle's barrel, aiming towards the big and most obvious question.

[member="Tevro"]

 

[Kyrinov]

He paused, seeing a man, more a boy really, walking directly towards the shuttle next to him all while staring into his eyes. His stride suggested confidence and his steps were a mix of short and long, indicating that he may be quick on his feet or simply athletic. Though it was faint and barely noticeable at this distance, his shoulders rose and fell in short, even breaths. Tevro returned the man's glaze with a look of disinterest, glancing for a moment to the shuttle next to his own.

In front of it, stood a woman with a sniper rifle slung on her back. She seemed tense and eager for an event that was likely unfolding within moments. She appeared to be awaiting the man's arrival like that of a contact that one wouldn't mind meeting in public to discuss business. But, then again, on a world such as Nar Shaddaa, creatures of all sorts could get away with any and everything.

Finally, there was the other Zabrak dressed in a black cloak which had no hood attached to it from what he could make out of it. He surely had not gone unnoticed, not with the hateful glare he threw in Tevro's direction like a poison dart bent on ending him specifically. Whether he attempted to hide it or not, his distaste for Tevro was quite obvious even as he walked past to enter the building in front of them.

The young Zabrak shook his head and went to a nearby HoloNet station which broadcast the news, various events, and advertisements of all kinds. He selected the event he wanted to sign up for and entered his information. He included the fact that he was blind and excluded the fact that he was a member of the Sith Empire.

He knew that would only make him a larger, more valuable target if others knew of his affiliation.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Triam Akovin - The Relentless

A name that used to have renown behind it, back from when she proved force users could be dealt with by normal people with the right tool in the Tournament of the Cauldron... a Tournament she very nearly didn't survive. The fact that she did, proved another lesson - ordinary people can be tougher than they appear, even when down on their luck. In her mercenary days, that infamy from the Cauldron brought to her a number of infamous battlefields, like the First Battle of Geonosis, where her skills were tested and proved to be just as primal as any Jedi's force powers, and just as if not more effective. Triam was a survivor, whenever she wasn't a victor. The things she had survived in her lifetime are the stuff of folk lore...

... but all that is history. That was before she birthed her son, Cassus, who was approaching his 7th birthday. Her infamy was dwindling before then anyway, having done little to earn the galaxy's respect since the Tournament. All her best years were in her twenties... and she was pushing closer and closer to forty... and that terrified her. Still, any mercenary, bounty hunter, whatever she was, that was still alive to be afraid of pushing forty is definitely one you want to avoid... be wary of old men working a young man's job and all, as the proverb goes.

Nonetheless, Triam had been bouncing around the galaxy in her ships, stopping only for refuel and repairs. Although sometimes she would touch down on worlds to let her son experience a little bit of the galaxy, while his mom could hear what was going on in the galaxy. There were things that upset her of course... the Sith Empire was back, still standing, and growing... a "First Order" had been harassing and threatening the galaxy for years... more and more systems falling in line with kingdoms full of wretched rulers. There was still some light however, the GA despite some of its transgression, still stood to promote freedom and autonomy from tyrannical dictators... the ORC remained a region of liberal freedom and refuge... and small coalitions popped up her and there promoting democracy and republic, one even going as far as calling itself a remnant of the Republic. These galactic affairs however, only disappointed her. How long had she fought in her life wishing the Sith would die? Even since she began fighting they only grew into different forms and in greater numbers... and the Republic she was once a citizen of? She didn't like the government, but found it to be still her country, regardless of whether or not she was a wanted criminal... yet even that nation was long gone, turned to dust.

Everything was dying around her, and it made her fear for the first time, in a long time. Fear for the quality of life of her child. She looked at the galaxy and determined, "It is dangerous," which forced her to look her innocent son in the eyes and tell him, "You must be more dangerous to protect yourself." It killed her that her son would likely follow in her footsteps the same way she followed in the footsteps of her father. Neither were very good role-models to be an ordinary person. Yet maybe, the Akovin's were never intended to be ordinary, despite their flaws.

This brings us to Nar Shaddaa, a frequent stop for the Akovin family. Triam still had connections her, that let her know what was going on, and further allowed her some favors whenever she stopped by. It was useful for refueling, repairs, and maybe scrounging up some side money... not that she needed it. Her inventions, patents, and co-patents raked up a small fortune of millions. It was all intended for her son now, whenever it was that she died or decided it was time to retire for good. Triam thought she had reached that point... but it had only be a little less than a decade... she still had some fight in her, still a bit of life she was clinging too. It made her desperate to do something, things a single mother shouldn't be thinking. Cassus wasn't a baby any more though... and she reasoned he would have to be alone at some point in his life. Better to start learning early when it didn't matter as much, than later when it mattered most. While Crol H'hurut watched over her son somewhere on Nar Shaddaa, mommy went out to find something fund. To "let her hair down", so to speak... something to punch.

She found the flyer for the Tournament. It was organized by the Hutts, which made her briefly wonder if Popo the Hutt was still alive (a deal she went back on after becoming her own success), then dismissed it. Suddenly, she didn't care how small or big it was, she just wanted to step on someone's neck. Following the directions on the flyer, she came closer and closer to a seedy group writing down their information on a sign up roster. Walking in her personal armor, hidden beneath a dark ratty cloak, her boots hit the pavement loudly with each step. Passerby's might notice that their comms were in operable within a wide radius surrounding Triam, or if anyone was spying on her with sensors, they'd only pick up fuzz. This was the result of her boots, the very boots she intended to place one someone's neck if the opportunity asked for it. Hoping her appearance and presence would be sufficiently intimidating, she attempted to step through the small crowd to write her name.

Once getting there, she briefly considered what to put down - her name, or a pseudonym? Perhaps her title would be more appropriate? She wrote it down, turned around and left only this on the page as she left the crowd, awaiting for her turn in the tournament to begin...

The Relentless

[member="Enos"], [member="Tevro"], [member="SiRiDio"], [member="Formorta"]

 

[SiRiDio]

Now heading back towards he ship he had signed up and felt the force signature of the dark side he knew it was the other Zabrak not only was he Sith this much was clear SiRiDio had spent half his life as a Sith he knew one when he felt one although now being retired from the Sith and on a mission to destroy them all for the part they played in his father's death he reached his ship which was not even out of sight from the big building, he entered sat in the pilot seat to think and prepare for the fight he was about to join.


Fighting was no new news he was used to it but instead of just gathering his darkness and unleashing on people like he would in his younger years he would try and calm his mind clearing it from rash decisions instead to focus on the force he began to meditate focusing on himself and sharpening himself into a more calculated force user with a deeper understanding of the force this was something SiRiDio had just recently begun to study heavily.


[member="Tevro"] | [member="Enos"] | [member="Formorta"] |

 

[Enos]

As Enos approached the shuttle he looked around for anyone with lightly colored clothes, or just anything that would give them a friendly nature. Nothing of the sort could be found. Enos watched as three grim looking fighters emerged from the shuttle. Suddenly Enos regretted his comment from earlier. These fighters were well trained and powerful looking. More then a match and a half for young Enos. He made eye contact with a zabrak standing in the center of all the small gathering. A chill ran though his body, Enos gasped as he felt engulfed by a feeling that could only be described as dread. He felt like he was shrouded in darkness and unable to see. Then in an instant that feeling faded as he looked away. After that he decided he wouldn't join in on the tournament.

He however felt very happy as he realized that this was just the first shuttled. And there would be a party throne by the Hutts when the rest of the guests arrived. Enos moved to the side as the shuttle flew away and he saw on just in the distance.

 

[Kyrinov]

Tevro smirked, seeing the boy's breath hitch in the slightest manner. He watched with a calm eye as he then looked away after the precise five seconds in which he boy stood frozen in place.

He rolled his eyes and re-entered his personal shuttle and sat down in the tight cockpit, ceasing to use Force Sight. He sat in total darkness, though his eyes appeared to scan the scene below and around him. He needed to rest his mind and body before this...twisted pantomime was held by those Hutts and watched by the rest of the criminals that often called Nar Shaddaa home. Perhaps the boy would be among those bloodthirsty viewers of this tragedy in their own coliseum full of space gladiators who sought to kill for the sheer pleasure of the adrenaline rush which accompanied it in most cases. Some deaths would be viewed with immense sorrow. Others would be cheered as the victim fell after either a quick or agonizing defeat.

Perhaps it would remind Tevro of the home he'd left behind merely months ago. Perhaps it would only serve to sicken him to his stomach at how other beings enjoyed the slaughter of contestants.

Time would be the everlasting and shrewd adjudicator of their fates.

[member="Enos"] | [member="SiRiDio"] | [member="Triam Akovin"] | [member="Formorta"]

 

[SiRiDio]

Opening his eye's he was ready with a fresh mind cleared of all things that would weight him down he reached to the left grabbing his lightsaber hilt putting it on his waist he got up grabbed his black cloak pulling the hood over his head and pulling it over his sabre so it was not visible making his way off his ship he locked the door as he left turning on the cloaking devices he decided it would be a good idea to get some food in him before any action was to go down so he made his way back towards his ship he entered once again and started to eat waiting on the beginning of the event.

[member="Tevro"] | [member="Enos"] | [member="Formorta"] |

 

[Formorta]

Formorta was fery confused by what had just happened, everyone seemed to group up, stare at one another for a while and then just leave, '... fucking force users, I will never understand them... guess it is time for a drink". With everyone parting ways for the time being the masked assassin made her way tot he nearest cantina until the tournament stared, not caring it she was noticed by those around. Why, well Na Shadda was one of the few places her name held meaning, and if Formorta was in town something was going on.

"Well well well, if it isn't miss metal face, I would say havn't seen you in a while but then again that's you whole deal, never being seen, so what's up that made ya drop the camo"? a rather energetic bar tender shrouded upon the pale woman walking in. "Composition by Hutt... money got borad... give me usual", she replied sitting down at the front bar, getting a few 'oohs' and mummers from those sitting behind. In all just an average day on Na Shadda, aside from that Sith [member="SiRiDio"] had talked about, that would make things a little more interesting.

[member="Enos"] - [member="Tevro"] - [member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[SiRiDio]

Done with his he needed something wet his whistle so he decided to make his way towards the nearest cantina walking in still having the cloak on and the hood pulled over something caught his eye he knew one of the people in here he made his way to the bar sitting down next to said woman [member="Formorta"] " Nice seeing you here " reaching into his cloak and pulling out a small metal tag that had a list of names he started flipping it around when the bartender asked what he wanted " Surprise me ".

" Now that we have some space in between us and the others how do you feel we should go about this encounter I don't plan on letting any Sith leave alive today " reaching out grabbing the drink as it was brought to him before taking a small sip to taste the beverage " Didn't let me down " giving the bartender the good job look he set it down.


[member="Tevro"] | [member="Enos"] | [member="Formorta"] |

 

[Enos]

Enos sat up from his place on the ground as the next shuttle landed. He was a little upset to find that there were not cute dancers yet. But I guess the tournament wasn't for another two days. He still had time. Enos put his hands on his rumbling belly. He let out a sigh realizing that the hadn't eaten since the day before. "Why not go grab a bite to eat?" He thought to himself as he walked towards the cantinas

He approached a glowing green sigh that read "Dax's bar and grill". A place that seemed to be the only establishment on Nar that actually cared whether Enos was alive or dead. The owner, Dax had been good friends with Enos's father. He was not there the day of the.. or.. maybe he would have stopped it. Enos thought about that a lot..

"Hey little Casus, what can I get you?" Dax shouted as he saw Enos walk in through the door. "Don't call me that. And I will have the usual. Thanks Dax." Enos smiled as he went to sit down at the bar. Looking around him he could see at least two of the other fighters that were on the shuttle. "You happy the tournament is going on?" Enos asked as the Basilisk slid a hot plate in front of him. "Oh sure! More money for the family." Dax grinned widely as he made another patrons drink with two of his arms and with the other two slid a drink to one of the fighters. "I guess.." Enos said halfheartedly. Dax looked up at him. "I am sorry Eno, you know I would have taken you in if I didn't have a 10th on the way." Dax said looking into Enos's dark eyes. "I know Dax. You have already done so much for me and I can't thank you enough." Enos said smiling. "You know if you keep having kids you could raise and empire." Enos joked. "An empire of bars and dives!" Dax said lifting his arms in the air to show glory. They both laughed.

Enos took a bite of his food. Suddenly the door behind them opened. There stood an familiar angry face. "Dalton. I told you not to come back here." Dax said. "Shut it! I am not here for you! I am here for the kid!" Dalton yelled. Enos turned around caching a glimpse of the two fighters who looked a bit to focused on each other to care about angry man at the door. Turning to face Dalton Enos said "What do you want now?" Crossing his arms. "You know you little rat! You stole from me again!" Dalton said stomping his foot shaking the tables around him. "Not since last time!" Enos defended. The tall zabrak walked forwards. "I know you have it!" The man screamed. Enos stood up and placed 10 credits on the table. "Sorry for the mess." Dax saw them and rolled his eyes walking to the back room. Enos stood and walked towards Dalton "Hey I am sorry. If I had money I would.." Before he could finish Enos swung as hard as he could at the zabrak's face knocking him to the ground with a crack.

With that all the built up hostilities in the cantina erupted in a flurry of rage. Enos jumped over Dalton's body and ran for the door. He ducked a chair flying across the room and left the building. He scoped out a way to get on top of the cantina. Once he was on the roofs of the cluster of shops and houses that stood before him he would be in the clear. Enos jumped off the wall to get the height to grab onto the top of some large crates. He pulled himself up and jumped to the glowing green sign. "AH!" He yelled as he saw Dalton exit the bar. He pulled himself up onto the room. From there he ran on the building and jumped across a gap to the next one. He was home free.

 

[Formorta]

Formorta fiddled with her weapons while the Zabrak sat down next to her, not really acknowledging the mans existence nothing new, business as usual. "For killing the Sith, perhaps an unfortunate accident in the arena, if it is not to the death, don't think the hutt lords would care that much anyways, if not you can fight him and I will be on over watch". In a slightly childish manner she pointed her hand out, finger in a gun shape, one eye closed as if she was aiming at a target, "When the tournament is over, *bang* a bullet into the head or that shuttle of his". "Though tell me, how did you know they were Sith, force magic stuff"? Was it experience? or did Sith have a somewhat different aura to regular Dark Jedi? She was pointing towards the former, though if not perhaps one could learn it, unless only Force Users could utilize it.

[member="SiRiDio"]

 

[SiRiDio]

Looking over as she did her gun hand movements giving a slight smile as she did so before returning to his more serious appearance " That will work if I get a clear chance if he is injured or distracted I will engage and end him as for knowing he was Sith once you spend 30 years around them their force signature and stature is easy to pick out " finishing his drink the Zabrak motioned towards the bartender " Whatever special you have for food would be pleasant " he then turned to see a man start a fight moments later the cantina erupted into chaos people starting to argue and fight even some pulling knives looking over at the woman next to him " Never a dull moment in this galaxy is there " ignoring all the conflict he turned back toward the bar eating his food as it arrived.

[member="Tevro"] | [member="Enos"] | [member="Formorta"] |

 

[Ayy'Seela]

Ayy had not planned on coming to Nar Shadda, in fact she normally tried to only go to the planet when a delivery was needed, due to the planet being Hutt space and her being a rather nice looking Twi'lek who already escaped slavery once before. Sadly though this time she had ran into a rather large amount of trouble; she had gotten caught while trying to escape from a bounty hunter and so now found herself stuck in a horribly revealing dancer's outfit, the bounty hunters planning on selling her to the Hutts running this festival.

Luckily for Ayy she knew the value of patience; this was some type of combat competition after all, and so at some point something would occur to get all eyes of her so she could make her escape. One of the bounty hunters who caught her currently stood with her in a square by the landing zones, waiting to see if a more profitable deal may arise, Ayy stood silently, plotting away.

 

[Enos]

After the heat from the fight had died down Enos skillfully maneuvered down the side of the building he as on. He would go check the landing pad to see if there was anyone.. pretty enough to keep his attention.

He walked down making sure to cover his face. Just a few meters away from the landing pad Enos saw.. "A twi'lek?" He whispered. Upon closer inspection he found that the beautiful girl was wearing a dancers outfit. A very revealing one at that. The young boy quickened his pace and made his way to talk to the woman. He approached her. She looked up at him with a hand on her hip and dark eyes. "He.. eh.. Hi." He blurted out awkwardly. "Oh no.. I just blew it!" He thought to himself. She just stared at him with a grin. He melted. Suddenly a large man in amour pushed Enos back and he fell to the ground. The man (the was most likely a bounty hunter.) put a silver collar around the woman's neck. And led her with a chain to the ship. "She.. is a slave?" Enos thought to himself as he began to make his way to the palace.

 

[Ayy'Seela]

As she was standing there thinking it couldn't get worse things suddenly did; in the form of some kid coming up and oogling her, she of course flashed a smile to try and have a bit of fun with the situation no matter how destitute it seemed. However she did get the feeling now was the time to act, as the bounty hunter pushed the boy back and reached to snap the collar around her neck she jerked backwards, the motion snatching the chains on the collar from the bounty hunter slightly as they somehow seem to wrap around the mans neck and land back in her hands, Ayy continuing the backwards motion as she tumbled off the side of the gangway, the bounty hunter hitting the deck with a sickening crunch and snapping sound as his neck gave way. Ayy drops to the ground, unable to remove the collar currently she wrapped the chains around herself for safe keeping, before quickly moving through the crowd, searching for the other members of the crew.

 

[Kyrinov]

Almost half an hour later, he opened his eyes and simultaneously resumed his use of Force Sight. He stood up and stretched his limbs a few times, holding each stretch to the point of unbearable tension, only a split second short of dislocation. The young Iridonian sighed and left the shuttle, stepping out into the flashing lights of the nearby building. He put on his black cloak, leaving the hood down, as he walked towards the building. Tevro sat down at the bar, merely 3 seats away from the Zabrak who'd given him an odd stare earlier. He ordered a drink and took a sip, ignoring the end of the fighting around him.

'How much longer until this tournament of theirs?', he thought as he continued to drink from the cup sparingly.

 

[Kyrinov]

Almost half an hour later, he opened his eyes and simultaneously resumed his use of Force Sight. He stood up and stretched his limbs a few times, holding each stretch to the point of unbearable tension, only a split second short of dislocation. The young Iridonian sighed and left the shuttle, stepping out into the flashing lights of the nearby building. He put on his black cloak, leaving the hood down, as he walked towards the building. Tevro sat down at the bar, merely 3 seats away from the Zabrak who'd given him an odd stare earlier. He ordered a drink and took a sip, ignoring the end of the fighting around him.

'How much longer until this tournament of theirs?', he thought as he continued to drink from the cup sparingly.


[member="Enos"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="SiRiDio"] | [member="Triam Akovin"]