Private Two Blades

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Nar Shaddaa

Equipment:
Acolyte Robes | Lightsaber | Cybernetic Arm

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Nar Shaddaa never slept, and Ace's disdain for it never wavered. Neon bled as the traffic screamed overhead in endless layers and somewhere below, the moon's underbelly hummed with deals being struck, debts being settled, lives being shortened.​

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Arris hadn't dressed it up, she never did. The cyborg had simply given him a name and a location with context to justify the pull of the trigger.​

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Jaxir the Silken. Twi'lek shockboxer promoter. Fixer. Talent broker, if you asked him. Slaver, if you didn't. Picked up desperate fighters from the lower levels, pumped them full of stimulants, debt, and false promises, then fed them into illegal rings until they broke, burned out or died. Whichever came first. Those who tried to walk were made examples of, those who couldn't were sold off to recoup losses. The credits always balanced in the end.​

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Contained problem, Arris had said. "Nar Shaddaa trash eating Nar Shaddaa trash". Ace detested the phrasing but he understood the assignment, and he needed to keep up appearances of the useful Acolyte. That or draw more suspicion and have Arris put a slug in his head.​

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Ace crouched on a rooftop above the warrens. From here, the structure across the gap was just another shape in the sprawl... except for the noise leaking from within, too rhythmic, too contained to be anything but blood and credits changing hands.​

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Yuri Maji​

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[Yuri Maji]

Old habits didn't die overnight, Yuri was well acquainted with that concept after the last few years of redeeming himself. But more recently, his old habits and connections were proving incredibly resourceful to help his newfound allies and personal projects. Which was exactly what had brought him back to Nar Shaddaa.

Thankfully his heat and bounty had eased up in the last few months, switching operations from the Outer Rim to the inner parts of the galaxy did a magnificent job of taking the attention off the Hound's antics. It didn't mean he was entirely safe, so instead he opted for the bulletproof tactic of donning a poncho over his armour to help keep his appearance low as he navigated the sprawling streets. He had come for a specific meeting with a particularly unpleasant tail-head he had the displeasure of knowing. His plan was to buy out some slaves, or even exchange some professional career fighters for them in an attempt to gain more numbers for the Rebellion.

But the negotiation completely fell apart. He wasn't sure if it was simple sadism or an actual business reason, but Jaxir completely shut him down and had him thrown out of his office. A slew of Huttese and Mando'a curses and insults were directed at the Twi'lek and his goons as Yuri marched away in search of the bar. Golden eyes studied the fighting ring and the battered dregs within as he took a seat and ordered a beer.

There was always the dirty option of simple theft and property damage, but with enough guns to outfit a small army between all of the guards and attending fans, starting a gunfight was way too risky. Even for him.

The mutt sighed and took a swig of his drink as he sat back, staring at the visor of his helmet in front of him.

Acier Moonbound

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Nar Shaddaa

Equipment:
Acolyte Robes | Lightsaber | Cybernetic Arm

Ace stayed crouched for another few seconds, just long enough to confirm what his instincts were already telling him. Security wasn't lax - static guards, rotating patrols, and a heavier presence clustered around Jaxir's suite above the pit.

Ace eased back from the ledge and leapt. The gap between structures vanished beneath him in a smooth, controlled arc, the Force folding around the motion rather than flaring through it. He landed on a narrow support strut without a sound, then flowed onward: wall to railing, railing to overhang, momentum redirected with subtle bursts of strength.

A final leap carried him to an upper maintenance balcony. He slipped through a half-shielded service access before the seals even realized they'd been disturbed.

Inside, Ace stayed high, moving laterally through access corridors above the pit. From here, the bar came into view in fragments: spilled light, clustered silhouettes, guards posted in pairs.

He paused. Near the ring's edge, a buy'ce rested on a table. Its owner, a Shistavenen, sat still amid the noise - one of Aether's? Or an independent Mandalorian? He didn't waste time speculating. Ace filed it away and shifted his focus back to the room.

Ace waited for a lull in the crowd's roar. Then he focused, just long enough to stress the already overworked junction beneath the bar. A subtle twist of intent in the Force and the power conduit failed at its weakest point.

Lights flickered, then died. Terminals went dark in sequence. The bar fell into shadow and confusion, security redeployed fast and bodies peeled away from the ring toward the disturbance, unintentionally clearing his path for him.

Ace slipped lower, blending into the spill of motion and noise, angling toward the private levels as the structure scrambled to reassert control.

Jaxir was close.

Yuri Maji​

 

[Yuri Maji]

Yuri was lost in his thoughts for several minutes as he contemplated his next move, spite mixing with devious planning to try and get what he was looking for. Perhaps tripping the power somehow? Create enough confusion to batter the tailhead about, then clear out the fighters before anyone would notice. There had been rumours of Jaxir stepping on some toes with other Black Sun big wigs, perhaps he wouldn't suffer any major repercussions by taking care of the schutta.

His thoughts were, eventually, beautifully interrupted by the loss of power around the fighting pit. Whether it was a simple coincidence or the will of the Manda, Yuri wasn't going to sit and wait to find out. His drink was downed and his helmet was slid on to cycle to night vision as he scanned the area. The Mandalorian pushed through the crowd of confused patrons and enforcers to get a better idea of how long he had. It wasn't just a simple surge, otherwise it would have been sorted already.

With a smirk taking hold, he turned to look back at Jaxir's office... just as someone else seemed to be closing in on it. The smile disappeared immediately. Was this some kind of assassination? Perhaps some vigilante trying to get to the twi'lek? It didn't matter, the moof-milker was going to throw a giant spanner in Yuri's works if he could get to the tailhead first.

Yuri fought through the crowd as one hand drifted down to grasp a pistol. He shoved and pushed his way through until he had a clear line of sight on the gangster's door. The rat was moving in quickly. With a snarl, Yuri activated his jetpack and blasted over to Jaxir's quarters with intent to tackle the little rat into the wall.

Acier Moonbound