The Wrong Side of the Hutt (Abyss)

[Anarya Drast]

There's something about Nar Shaddaa. The pulse of life, the flow of credits. The stench and beat of the criminal world. To many, it was a lure, a place where you could do about anything you like.

To Anarya, it was repulsive.

Not just because a four foot girl like her couldn't walk down the street without being mugged. It wasn't that there were things going on in every alleyway that she wished she had time to go stop. It wasn't what happened behind closed doors in cantina backrooms. She despised all of those things, sure, but there was one thing that had brought her here. One thing she wanted to stop.

The slavery.

She knew she wasn't able to do it alone. Or even put a dent into it. She just wanted to help a few people. Give someone hope.

The padawan approached the gate for a moment, looking at it. Tamper sensors. She didn't want to alert them just yet. Pouring the force into her legs, she leapt, gliding over the wall. As she did, she spotted the guard below her. No way she would make it out of sight in time. A frown grew on her face. Landing with a roll, she heard the guard call something into his comms. Jedi Intruder in Huttese.

Well, crap.

She saw the stunbolts coming, and did her best to deflect them. The problem being volume of fire. She felt the bolt hit, and everything went black.

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She woke up on a cold floor. Where was she? It felt like some sort of dungeon.

Well, crap.

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Nar Shaddaa was a lot of things: Rotten and corrupted to the core, a centum of the forces flow, but also a wound, so deep that its echo can still be heard by those who listen. A hotspot of crime, of theft, murder and violence. A place were anyone with either enough credits or the right skills could end rich or dead, sometimes on the same day. For Abyss the moon always was a point of interest as most illegally acquired goods ended up there sooner or later.

Abyss contact had warned the sith acolyte serveral times that the man he was about to meet was a long time business partner of the hutts, both trusted and protected by the criminal empire that ruled the smuggler moon. He only listened half heartedly, focusing on the short dossier of the object he was offered to buy. A pendant who once was made by a unknown sith that was able to send those who touched it into fits of uncontrolled rage. It was powerful and expensive, but the sith already had a plan how he could avoid spending all his credits on it.

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"You want to give me that pendant for free, and you want to tell the hutts that you lost it on you way here."

Abyss had his hand slightly raised, aimed at the man in front of him. He had never before used the force to influence someone else mind with something more complex than fear, but he was convinced that a simple merchant could not resist the power of even the lowest of sith.

"I want to give you the pendant for free, and tell the hutts that I lost it on my way here."

As the man repeated the words, the young sith let out a sigh of relieve. It worked, he ....
Abyss had not even the time to finish his thought when he had a feel of sudden danger in the back of his mind. He tried to move from the chair he was sitting in, but he was to slow to avoid the massive metal cub that was swung in his direction.

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Abyss vision was blurry, his nose was broken and dried blood was all over his face. His body felt bad, to bad for just one hit in the face, presumably because the hutt wanted to send a message. The acolyte struggled, his vision and senses slowly going back to normal. He was in a cell, and he was not alone. The presence felt weak and far away at first but as the clouds that shrouded his mind slowly started to fade, he could feel it becoming increasingly stronger. It took him a second to realize with what he was locked in. A Jedi.

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[Anarya Drast]

Rubbing her eyes, Anarya studied the prison cell. It was mostly empty, with a pair of cots, and a small chamberpot in the corner. Sighing, she pushed herself up. She felt the room spin, and simply let herself sit on the floor. Closing her eyes, she tried to clear her head. Everything felt fuzzy....

There was a loud clang down the hall. Her eyes shot open for a moment, and she reflexively shrank back into the far corner with a small yelp. She heard laughter. "Should we throw 'em in there?" She heard one of the guards ask.

"Sure. They'll get along well." Another laugh, this one louder. It took her a moment to realize what they were talking about. The man they were dragging.... It was hard for her to make it out, but she could feel a force presence from him. And it didn't feel like a Jedi. She had only felt that once before, on Ossus. She didn't like it.

Clutching her knees closer to her chest, she let her eyes close, trying to see beyond the cell in the force.

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss could feel the pain in every inch of his body when he tried to push himself up on his feet. His eyes closed, the sith rose to his full height, only to stumble and fall to the ground again. He was injured and unarmed, trapped in a cell with a jedi, and the last thing he wanted to show was weakness. While the fire of hate that burned inside him would help him to survive, he could not use it to heal his wounds. He still kept his eyes closed, to ashamed of his own weakness to look at the jedi, as he pushed himself on his knees. His broken nose made his voice sound even more inhuman as he spoke, a pained, almost demonic whisper:

"Je ... Jedi. Ti ... time to die."

For a second Abyss could feel a glimpse of his power, the passion that drove him forward. The sith opened his eyes to look at the jedi, stretching his right arm towards her throat. Suddenly his vision got dark again, as his body collapsed on the ground once more. His body had betrayed him, and he had only one option left. Reluctantly he whispered:

"Help ... me"

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[Anarya Drast]

Well, that was unexpected.

As the man began lumbering towards her, his hand outstretched as if to choke her, she felt something begin to wrap itself around her neck. Panic filled her mind for a moment as she gasped in what air she could, wrapping one hand around the pot. She could throw it....

And then he fell. Just like that, the pressure on her throat was gone. A gasp escaped her lips, and she struggled to her feet. She tried her best to make out his words as he struggled to get close. " You literally just tried to kill me." She replied, coldly. She tried to draw on the force, tried to read his mind, but her head was still foggy. Her hands dropped down as she forced herself up, using the walls to support herself. "How do I know you won't do so once you're better?"

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"You do not have to know. Your order would not be proud when they find out you let a injured man die after he asked you for help, sith or not."

It was still a pained whisper, but the siths face showed a small forced smile. He could have just told her that it was a bad idea to kill the only person that could help him, but he preferred to play his games with her. She could easily figure out that this whole thing was just a trick to not let her feel like she had ths upper hand, as giving the control over a situation to someone else, especially a jedi, was against everything Abyss had learned since he became a sith.

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[Anarya Drast]

"My order would not know if you murdered me once you were better." She commented, pinching the bridge of her nose. "And anyways, killing me gets you nowhere. Even after being healed, you'd be in no condition to escape." She smiled, sitting on the cot. Her head was starting to clear. She focused her attention on his face, trying not to get dizzy again. "At the very least, not alone."

Rubbing her temple, she looked back down at him. "I'm in no condition to try to do it, anyways. My heads to foggy. To do something like that..." She trailed off, her first two fingers pressing into either side of her head. " I'd need to be able to focus."

She closed her eyes, trying to see outside the cell. A pair of guards came along, accompanied by someone she didn't know. A sigh escaped her lips. Fortunately, they walked past, throwing a shady looking man into a nearby cell. She returned her gaze to the floor as they passed.

"Once my head clears up, I'll heal you."

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss channelled his pain into his anger, slowly igniting the fire that normally drove him. He was far from the power that he possessed uninjured, but it was enough to push himself from to ground to sit up in front of her. The acolyte couldn't resist but slightly laugh about the irony of the situation in between his pained grunts.

"A sith locked in a cell with a jedi is already ironic enough, but being locked in with the only jedi who is to unfocused to heal someone ..."

Once again he laughed, this time darker and more inhuman as his power continued to return. The pain was still strong and he wasn't sure how long his body could sustain his life. Maybe a few days, maybe a few hours. Still he had to focus on the darkness, clawing to his life as long as possible until he could either get her to heal him or find someone else who could do it.

"Were exactly are we?"

As his power returned his minded slightly cleared up, and for the first time he observed his surroundings. Clearly he was in a cell, but besides that he had absolutely no idea were he was taken.

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[Anarya Drast]

"You try focusing on anything after being hit by twenty stunbolts." She muttered, her eyes locking on to a crack in the floor. She would start for a minute, letting the fog lift from her. It felt like the painkillers she used to take for her back, muddling everything so she couldn't sense anything in the force. Had they drugged her? It wouldn't surprise her. After all, Force users were dangerous. "Alright. Hold still"

Kneeling beside him, she poured the force into his body, encouraging the natural healing process to speed up and do it's work. Slowly, wounds began to heal themselves, and bruises began to fade. The Sith would start to feel better, but still not at anything close to normal. Removing her hand, she lowered her head, deep breaths wheezing out of her mouth.

"You should... survive... until... they come… for you." She panted, the wear from healing and the drowsiness from the stun bolts wearing on her. "In exchange for saving your life, can I get a nap? Wake me if you notice any guards." Without waiting for a response, she lifted herself into one of the cots and curled up, facing the wall.

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss, for the second time in his life, felt the flow of the light side passing through his body, healing his wounds and the pain started to fade. The power to heal oneself or others was the one of the very few things Abyss respected about the jedi. The dark side could sustain the life of those who fell to it, in some extrem cases keeping together a body that died long before, yet true healing trough it was almost impossible. He instantly felt, better, stronger and more alive than before, now able to focus on his passion without the fear of blacking out because of his pain.

"Thank you."

He muttered the words, it was close to impossible to actually understand them. She helped him and he was locked with her for now, so keeping up his hostility would lead him to nothing. The acolyte justed nodded even though she had already closed her eyes, while crossing his legs to meditate. Keeping part of his focus on the fire inside him to keep himself strong and awake, while using the rest to observe the outside of the cell within the force, hours passed by. Suddenly he felt a single guard walking towards the cell. He slightly pushed the jedi in her side to wake her up. His was voice was nothing more than a whisper:

"A guard is coming and he is alone. This could be our chance to get out of her."

He could just have let her sleep, breaking out on his own, but he was still to weak to be convinced that he could make it out alone.

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[Anarya Drast]

There was a small groan as the padawan rolled off of the cot, a small smile on her face. "So what's the plan?" she asked in a whisper, kneeling on the floor with her head down. "Two at the end of the hall. One headed for the cell." The whisper dropped in volume as the guard got closer. She stood, slowly, running her fingers through her hair before drawing it back. The brown mess fell back over her face as she let out a sigh. She'd have to cut it soon.

"It's your turn to meet the magnificent Jamio the Hutt, Miss Jedi." The guard said, blaster pointed towards her.

"Yeah, okay." she replied, rolling her neck. "I think the chamber pot needs emptying, by the way." She quietly sent a telepathic message to the Sith. When they come to clean it, take them out.

Stepping outside, she poured the force into her muscles, ready to move as soon as they were safe from incoming fire. Either that, or she'd need to be fast. Really fast.

The other guards passed them. Taking care of it now. Interesting.

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss watched as the guards passed her, and moved towards the inside of the cell. One of wordlessly raise his blaster aiming it at his chest, while the other one makes his way towards the pot in the corner of the room. The right moment would only be there for a split second and Abyss had to be ready. Luckly the guard to his time, slowly walking to the pot and therefore turning his back to him.

Now. Abyss finally let lose the anger and hate that had build up inside him, giving the dark side full control over his body. He moves as fast as he could, and in a matter of seconds he grabbed the mans back, pushing the man in front of as the first shoot was fired from a blaster. The shoot that actually was meant for Abyss ripped a burned wound in the shoulder of his human shield. The adrenaline from the injury gave the muscles and reflexes of the guard a push, struggling and fighting against the sith who had still grabbed his neck. Abyss could feel that his opponent was physically stronger than him. If he wanted to keep his shield he would have to take him out. Following the darkness inside him the young acoyte moves his head forward, bitting deep into the flesh around a vein on the mans neck. Abyss mouth filled with the disgusting taste of raw flesh and blood, but if didn't stop him from pushing forward. His shield cried in pain, as the other guard looked confused and scared by the act of disgusting violence the sith had just committed. To not further injury the other guard no shoot followed as the guard got ready to kill Abyss when he was close enough. A second before he came into the reach of ths other man, Abyss embraced the darkness again. Without any active thinking he drops his shield, the man falling to the ground as he pushed forward, his fingers aimed at the eyes of his new opponent.

The feel as his fingers blinded the man was almost as disgusting as the taste in his mouth, but it worked. Both guards were unable to attack him. The blind man still screamed in pain before Abyss almost casually grabbed his head and broke his neck. With a fluid motion the acolyte grabs the blaster from the ground in front of him, firing a shoot into the head of the still living guard. Satisfied with his work he turns around to see if the jedi had managed to do the same.

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[Anarya Drast]

As the sound of a blaster firing rang through the complex, she dropped down into a crouch. The guard, who hat turned back to the cell, reached for his radio. a quick kick to the back of his knee left the communicator on the ground as he yelped in pain. moving quickly, her hand found the barrel of the gun, and she tried to wrest it away from him. As her body twisted it up, he began to fire, blasts ripping into cells and leaving scorch marks on the ceiling. They would have company soon.

Spinning away from the barrel, she swung a hand at the back of his head. The blow connected, and he staggered. She had a chance. A fist flew into his face, the Force pushing the strength of the blow to her limit. The guard fell back, his head cracking on the pavement.

For a moment, the girl froze. She hadn't meant to kill him. She just wanted him to not follow them.He had to have family somewhere. What kind of monster was she to them? He was just doing his job, as bad as his work was.

Picking up the blaster rifle, she switched it to stun. She didn't need to kill them.

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss walked out of the cell, armed with a blaster, blood dripping down from his teeth and fingers. He looked at the dead man before him, than at young jedi with her blaster rifle. He was pleasantly surprised that the young jedi had killed her opponent, showing that he was right in his decision to break out with him.

"You are stronger than I thought. No inhibitions, no mercy. Good."

He started to look around the corridor they were standing in, trying to figur out were they would have to go. Inside his mind he made list of what they needed to do. Before they could leave they would have to recover their gear, he was sure that the jedi like him wouldn't want to leave her lightsaber behind.

"We need to find our weapons. Stay focused and kill anyone that comes towards us. I will try something."

Abyss was raised between relics of the old jedi and sith and had trained to sense them even over long distances. His lightsaber was not only an artifact, it was a presence in the force he knew almost as well as his own. He closed his eyes extending his mind across the building. He could hear its echo but he would need some time to precisely find its location.

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[Anarya Drast]

Anarya closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I'm not a murderer. The thought echoed in her head as she charged towards the door, closing off the dungeons and closing her eyes. She waited for them to come. Two were headed downthe stairs, a third moved to a room she didn't know what was. Three more headed towards the stairwell.

If she could keep them separated, she might have a chance. There were so many other weapons she would rather have right now. Lightsaber, EMP grenade...She had to focus.

The first guard peaked the corner. She squeezed the trigger, sending a blue stunbolt towards the hapless man. It hit him square in the face before he regestered anything. He fell, groaning his body going limp and sliding down the stairs. The second man poked the blaster around the corner and let loose a hail of fire.

"I could use some help here!" she called out. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but fighting off a palace worthof guards was not something she could do alone.

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Just a second more ... there it was, Abyss could hear it scream as it was right there on his belt.

"I know the way. Follow me."

Like he had just woken from a trance, the acolyte opend his eyes observing the situation around him. Suddenly he pushed forwards into a sprint, firing wild and aimlessly at the guard in front of him. The man had to stop firing and stay behind his cover to not get hit. After a few moments Abyss had reached him, grabbing him by the throat with his left hand. The man was struggling, trying to aim his weapon at the sith. Abyss didn't even looked at him ad he fired two shoots inside the cheat of the man, dropping the body on the ground. Only now his eyes caught a subtitle movement from the man on the ground close to the man he had just killed. The breathing was slow yet he was still alive. Abyss fired a blaster bolt in his head, before looking at the jedi with disgust. She had disappointed him.

"Mercy is a weakness jedi. We have no idea how many other guards are here, and you allow the to live?"

They didn't had time for that. Abyss walked to the right, following a corridor until he turned left again. Their weapons were close by now. From he could see the man guarding the room. Other than the rest of the guards they had encountered this man wore parts of heavy battle armor and his hand rested a expensive looking vibro sword. He leaned over to her whispering:

"I will distract him. Then you kill him. On three."

He counted down the number with his fingers before stepping to a spot were the man could see him. Abss started firing with his blaster while slowly moving back. He would draw him away so she could surprise him and take him out.

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[Anarya Drast]

Her whole body flinched as the Sith put a bolt into the man's head. Quietly, she gave a curse. Maybe I should have gone along with the hutt. Then this monster wouldn't have escaped. She shook her head, barely even listening to him at this point. "I can easily hit a stunbolt. No need to aim it beyond at them." She commented. Silent, she followed him. Every fiber of her being said that she shouldn't trust him, that she's just another obstacle to him, another body to leave in his wake. The Sith stalked up the stairs, and she stalked him, almost as much to make sure he didn't do anything stupid as to help. When they reached the guard, she made her decision. As he fired, she pulled the Force into her, building up to something. With a burst of speed she rushed the much larger guard, her foot flying into his wrist. His blade clattered across the floor. in another motion, he lay sprawling across the floor, blood dripping out of his nose. He'd wake up long after they were gone with memories of a blur of motion and then blackness. Without a word to the Sith, she moved to the door. The hinges weren't oiled, anyone could hear it open

Then again, they would also have heard the blasterfire.

There. Her saber. She called it, as well as the one next to it, to her hand, before walking back to the Sith.

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss looked at the bleeding and knocked out man in front of him. Again she had showen weakness. Jedi and their useless code of honor, leaving a man alive that would have killed her without a second thought and would do so again the moment he would wake up. She could think about this any way she wanted to, but he would make sure to keep their chances as high as possible. For a second he thought about using the blaster to shoot a bolt in the mans head, but while it would be clean and easy it was also a waste of ammunition. Even with his lightsaber back the blaster still would remain useful for their escape. With all his weight the acolyte stomped his foot on the man, until he could hear bones breaking. After he was done he turned to the jedi extending his right hand while talking:

"Any you leave alive will wake up to kill us later. We are already outnumbered. Now my lightsaber."

His hand moved towards the weapon, his words were not filled with anger but with disappointment. It frustrated him that jedi had a tendency to ignore all logic when it came to doing what was necessary.

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[Anarya Drast]

As she turned around, the distinctive crunch of bone and cartilage yielding to weight assaulted her ears. Her eyes closed for a moment, regretting allowing this creature free. Maybe her life would have been an even trade for his. This... demon of Bogan who could kill without a second thought. Her few talk with soldiers and Jedi who had killed before told her they could barely pull the trigger. One said that there were sounds and sights you would never unsee. The crunch of a man's face, she guessed, was something like that.

Her mind flew out, looking for anyone headed for them. Two squads, blasters. Hmm. This would be bad. Turning to the Sith, she passed him his lightsaber. "We need to get out before the rest of them get here." She began moving almost instantly, the Force pushing her faster than anyone of her height reasonably should.

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

The crimson red blade came to life in Abyss hand the second he turned around to observe his enemies. While she already was running away he decided to secure their retreat, moving backwards to deflected the first few blaster bolts, before following her in a sprint. He was surprised how fast she could move and even with his far longer legs he struggled to keep up with her. Pushing the limits of his body with the force was something Abyss never was particularly good at.

The sprint came to an end in front of a heavy looking metal door, the console besides it claiming that it was looked. He knew his way around tech but he was far from a slicer. Still there were simpler ways to open a door.

"Cover me. I will cut it open."

The red blade pierced into the door, and he slowly began to drag the weapon trough the metal. Form not to far he could hear the steps and shouts from the soldiers behind them.

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