The Sound of Music. (Anara Valnor)

[Darth Ferus]

Tatooine

Krest walked across the sandy surface, something so normal. Something he once did as a Templar, a guardian of the planet of Tatooine. But those days were long past. No longer was he a guardian. No longer was he a protector. No, he was here for one purpose. To find and silence his target. A thick black cloak veiled his form, distorting his true figure with it's many folds. There was a hood draped over most of his face, only showing the lower part of his mouth and upper neck.

The left side of his face was scarred with a burn, still recent, but healed. His neck was the same way, scared almost completely by the same fire that burnt his cheek. But his red flesh shown through, a beacon out of the mass of black. On his hip was a sword he was so fond of. Deus rested in it's sheath. While the blade did give of a Force presence that once matched it's user, the Zabrak's was now far darker, no longer matching the chaos that was Light and Dark mixed together. The blade would one day match him again, but it kept its resilience, refusing to fall where Krest did.

His target was a woman, a human with red hair flowing over his head. He knew nothing more of the target other then there was a burn scar across the woman's whole back. His master wanted this girl dead, and the reason did not matter. No, Krest would end this woman without hesitation. That was his duty now.

[member="Anara Valnor"]

 

[Anara Valnor]

Seated inside a dingy bar she pulled one of her boots off, turning it upside down with a sigh. More sand than was reasonable poured out of the well worn footwear and onto the dirty floor. Nearby a waitress fussed at her, but Anara only rolled her eyes. What were they going to do? Arrest her for getting dirt on their already dirty floor? She snorted at her own musings and slipped her boot back on, then repeated the process.

Once both of her feet were free of sand she stood and moved to the bar, taking an empty seat. The gathered locals shot her ugly looks, but she ignored them all in turn. With soft words she ordered herself a drink, her eyes glancing to her wrist as she checked the time. Her ship would be refueled in a few hours time which left her more than enough time to stir up a little trouble before she left the dust ball behind.

Her presence within the Force wasn't hidden as she saw no point in hiding her nature. She lived how she wished, anyone that disliked her choices could burn in the Abyss. Drink in hand she turned in her seat and eyed the patrons hidden in the darkened corners of the bar, her eyes finally falling upon the band. By the Gods their music was terrible, but she wasn't about to liven the joint up unless she was getting paid.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest happened across the bar [member="Anara Valnor"] was in by pure chance. As the Zabrak was walking by he felt the dark presence. It attracted him, made him curious. A powerful signature in a bar such as this warranted checking out. His shadowy figure moved into the cantina, once a vivid set of blue eyes scanning. And then he found her. A woman with red hair, just like his targets description. The target his master wanted dead.

A bold approach was warranted, and Krest moved right up to her form. But this proved to be a terrible idea, for this was a public place, and simply attacking her would have more blasters shooting at thim then he'd bare to count. So instead he continued past her, leaning against the bar and ordering himself a whiskey. His voice was raspy, a scar from the burns on his neck. He wouldn't so much as look at Anara, but he was watching her. Through the Force he would, trying to find a way to finish his task without himself dying in the process.

 

[Anara Valnor]

Pools of amber watched the dark figure navigate his way to an out of the way seat, her feral gaze more intense than usual. She'd heard the man long before she saw him as his Song heralded his coming; it was unlike anything she could recall hearing. With her past lost to her there was no way to know if she had come across a being with such a profound Song before, but as her body didn't react subconsciously she assumed the answer was no.

Lifting her drink to her lips she took a ponderous sip, never once bothering to hide the fact that she was staring at the shrouded man. As of yet his race was lost to her, but his eyes were the polar opposite of her own molten gaze. A smile played at her lips and she inclined her head to him, completely unaware that he now sought to end her life.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"There are better things to do then spend your time in a place like this." Krest would be the first to break the silence. His form didn't so much as sift as he spoke, save lifting his drink to his lips. He downed the whole glass of whisky in but a moment, not so much as flinching at the burning drink. His scars had affected more then his vocal cords, making much of his whole neck area numb to just about everything. Fire would have to be poured into his throat before he felt the slightest tickle there.

He turned to [member="Anara Valnor"] then, his paling blue gaze scanning her figure. Was she watching him because she knew? Would that mean he would have to accelerate his plan? No, not yet. Asides, the tell tale sign of his target was the markings on her back. Killing Valnor and then looking for the mark seemed the easiest choice, but on a planet run by the CIS the smaller amount of attention he brought the better. Getting her to the desert would be his goal now.

"There are better places. One without all this.. Noise." A red hand waved to the band playing behind his cloaked figure. He wasn't too impressed with what this local hub had to offer, and if it was his choice he would of shut it down. But for now it wasn't. For now it was about his target.

 

[Anara Valnor]

A smirk played at her lips and she nodded in agreement, "yes...but on this planet you can only get a decent drink at places like this." Molten orbs met their polar opposite unflinchingly before she looked toward the band once more. They really were terrible. Her nose wrinkled in distaste and she looked back toward the man with such an overwhelming Song.

"Is that so?"

Anara took another sip of her drink, wondering exactly what the man might suggest. if it came down to it she would put an end to the bands atrocious music, but she didn't wish to cause a scene just yet.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak nodded as he looked over [member="Anara Valnor"] . "Come with me." His tone was neither demanding or pleading, just stating. The female would either follow him or not at this point, but either way he would be able to figure out how to figure out if she truly was his target. The black form stood slowly, moving to the exit. Ferus wouldn't so much as look over his shoulder to see if the girl was following.

 

[Anara Valnor]

She downed her drink and rose from her seat. Placing a cred chip upon the bartop she followed after the robed man, a smirk upon her lips. Instinct told her that the man was up to something and so she kept a safe distance between them. He was trained in the ways of the Force, that much was obvious from how he carried himself, but his Song was really her main concern. He was connected to the Force in such a raw fashion it was beautiful behold; she had to know more about him.

Stopping she folded her arms beneath her chest and eyed the robed man, eyes intense as she studied him. "So..."

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak stops, his form still. Both of his hands are pointed lightly at the sand beneath them, and for good reason. The sands would shift beneath [member="Anara Valnor"] to Krest's will, slowly separating. She would feel a slight drop before the sand would give out, attempting to swallow her entirely. This would not kill her, just prevent her from moving if it worked. Whether it did or not, he would speak.

"I have a task to kill a woman with red hair. The description is close to how you look, but I am to search for a tattoo across your back." Straight to the point.

 

[Anara Valnor]

Anara suspected the man was setting her up and she was right. His Song shifted and with it the Song of the Force, giving her just a moment to respond. Were she a simple Knight she may not have eluded his trick, but as it stood she out shined him where sheer power was concerned. Quick to respond she darted forward and collided with the man, her hands gripping his tunic harshly.

"You don't need tricks such as these to disrobe a woman," she laughed out as she forced them both to the ground. Using the Force she rolled them until she was able to pin him beneath her. However, her hold upon him wasn't meant to be overly threatening. She held tight to his robes, her rear seated firmly upon his abdomen and her knees pinning his wrists. If he truly desired to escape her it would require little effort, especially since she was likely to allow it.

"Now...are you going to act like civilized?" she smirked down at him, quite enjoying herself.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

He blinked slowly as she moved. He fell back as she burst over him, eventually finding himself pinned underneath [member="Anara Valnor"] . He tilted his head slowly, blinking at the form now over him. He made no move to resist, no move to shove her off. Instead he just laid there, a frown slowly forming.

"Disrobe..?" Ferus actually had no idea what she meant. He was always a fighter first, never thinking about anything remotely intimate. He frowned at her though, nodding his head slowly at her later question. For now he would play along, he knew she was stronger, but he could catch her off guard at some point. And it would allow him to win.

 

[Anara Valnor]

The fact that he had no idea what she was talking about made her laugh; clearly he was a virgin. With a shake of her head she stood, stepping back from him so that he could stand once more. "I'm not who you think I am...I have no tattoos on my back." She folded her arms beneath her chest, studying the Zabrak intently. He was an enigma to her, something she didn't often come across, and his interest in killing her was of complete disinterest to her. Anara just wanted to know more about him so she'd play his game for as long as necessary.

"Want to see?"

She smirked, sure that the man wouldn't know how to react to her willingly showing him her bare back.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Anara Valnor"]

He sat up slowly, bracing his hands behind him as he tilted his head at the female. He only stood up then, dusting the sand off of he armor before nodding once. "It gives me a reason not to kill you, so yes." He waited for her then, tilting his head. Sexual things went way above the mans head.