Raiding Nar Shaddaa (More Open than Normal Open)

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*The White Fire touches down in a Nar Shaddaa-ian docking bay smoothly and swiftly. A Rodian comes out from his booth and runs over quickly to collect the fee for docking.*

"Rodian, [In Huttese]: Hello, good sir! I see you have parked your ship here, and there is a small 100-credit fee for that!"

*He holds out his hand expectantly, as if to gain some monetary units. Wordlessly, I ignite my lightsabre and cut him in two, leaving his corpse there on the ground, mutilated. I search his pockets, find 200-credits worth of fees there, and kick his corpse off the edge of the docking bay before leaving. Time to loot this crapshack...*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*I pace onward, through the streets. A few people gawk at me, but I ignore their glances, and find a promising shop. Two droid guards stand at the entrance, and I rid both of them with a single Destroy Droid. They spark and sputter before causing two small explosions behind me.

The shopkeeper looks aghast, and pulls out a blaster pistol. He's a pretty good shot, but alas, his skill is no match for a Sith Lord's. I get out of the way of his first two shots, and grab my dual lightsabres, igniting the pair of 'em. He fires thrice more, and I deflect two of them. The other shot gets me in the arm, but I ignore it. Instead, I use a Force Choke on the man, and he drops his gun to the ground as he rises up into the air, struggling for breath. With a last hurrah of effort, I kill the man quickly, and drop him to the floor. My arm is in plenty of pain now, verging on numbness, but I heal it quickly with a Master Heal. Now for the fun part: Shopping!*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*I look over the shopkeeper's goods. It would seem he sold droids, and there are a couple battle droids deactivated in the corner. I prowl over to them, and start tapping them, as if they would come to life and start dancing before me if I did. But alas, they just stand there, not making a single motion. Fed up, I reduce them to mere scrap in a few moments, and a few slashes of my blades.

Now I begin to peruse the aisles. I see a good selection of plates and shields, so I reach into my cloak and pull out a large, empty sack. I jam things into the sack, just throwing anything and everything I can reach into it. Soon, the sack is filled with goods, from attactments to armaments to shields to upgrades. I pull the sack over my shoulder, and start to exit the shop. But before I do, I bend down, pick up the murdered shopkeeper's blaster, and put it at my belt. Heaving the sack over my shoulder once more, I walk down the streets towards my ship again, putting a Master Force Camo over myself to attract less attention this time.*

[Sabre]

Wise guy messing with the officials, guess it was my job to step in, I have been policing this hellhole single-handedly for god knows how long now. But this guy had a lightsaber, not a good sign, I guess I’ve sorted out worse, then again, this was Nar Shaddaa.
“Bet you thought that was pretty smart?” Sabre’s footsteps were heard from down the street. His chiselled face coming into a pool of streetlight only moments later. His eyes bore little to be read, he was clearly not impressed with the slaughter of innocents, or at least the most innocent someone can be in Nar Shaddaa, He had been following him since the ship.

[Enishi]

*In an alley, two men wearing black suits and bald, watch Nazarius. One of them press their earpeice.*

*COMM*
"Sir, we have a problem. Tall, brown hair, a sith by the looks of it."

"Understood. Approach with cauthion.*

"Understood"

*One of them nods and they split. One enters a door and takes out his sniper. Reaching the top, he takes aim at Duncan.*

**Meanwhile**

*Enishi sits in his swivel chair, looking at the ground. His Hitman service has been bleak lately. His emerald green leather attire shines with the moon's bleak light. His saber sits on his belt, relaxed. This was the only thing that reminded him of the past. The past of a jedi.*

**Meanwhile**

*The Hitman on the ground started to walk twords Duncan. He carried no weapon. But Nazarius disapeared before he could do anything. Switching to heat seeking mode, he spotted Nazarius.*

ooc: these are special android-like humans. They are like Guri from Shadows of the empire.

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

ooc: Okay, fine by me.

*I spy the Hitmen moving towards me, but know they can't see me. I have a Master Force Camoflauge, after all. But just to make sure, I activate my Stealth Belt, and take a massive Force Jump away from the guards, landing with skilled footing before my ship. The bag spills everywhere, but with the help of the Force, I shove it all into the open loading bay.

I close the door, and put my sack into my cloak's pocket. After that, I throw another Master Force Camo over myself...*

[Enishi]

**COMM**
"Sir. He's disapeared. Even with a heat-seeker, I can't find him with my sueral sensors. He has to be skilled in the force."

"Destroy his ship. Take it apart from the inside out."

"As you wish, sir."

**COMM**

*The hitman slowly walks to the landing bay, turning on his aural vision. The colors of the planet turn aqua. Blood, even dried, is marked with yellow or red. Heat is located with blue. He walked through the ship bay, following footprints that had spots of yellow on them and they led to a ship, with what was once a corpse near it. The corpse had been removed by the looks of the large smudge. Walking around the ship, he placed a couple of tracers and walked inside.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*I watch the Hitmen from the shadows.. they seem to be heading somewhere. But where? Oh no... no, no, no, no, no, I need that ship!

I burst head forth into the docking bay, using a Master Speed and forgoing the F-Camo. I pull my two lightsabres out, and ignite the twin green blades.*

"Hey you there! Yeah, you! In my ship! Get out and face me like a man! I'm sorry, my bad.. you don't have the 'requirements' to be a man, if you know what I mean..."

*I yell at the top of my lungs to get those thugs out of my ship...*

[Enishi]

*The bald man stopped in the ship and took somthing out of his pocket. Pressing a button on it, he throws it deeper into the ship. He walks out, and strightens his tie and tightens his glove. He stands to face to two glowing blades, showing no emotion whatsoever.*

"So, you must be a sith. My master has sent me against the worst of opponents, but never a force user. I have tested my skills to the best, and I will see them active now."

*He starts to move strangly in a capoeira style.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"Who says Im Sith? What was the last Sith you saw with green lightsabres? And how many Sith know advanced Light Side abilities like this..."

*Using a Force Potency form, I send a powerful Force Statis towards my target, the baldest of all bald men.*