Shadow of the Night (OPEN)

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

:.The young assassin sat in his penthouse in Nar Shadaa, resting on his leather sofa, sipping a root beer. He had the paper in his hands, which read about the return of Lord Ember, Lance or whatever the hell his name was. He threw the paper into the fire place, and slipped on his unique mask, only showing his sharp blue eyes. He fingered the black daggers on his forearms, feeling the sharpness of them; you could never be too careful.

He slid off the couch, and went to his door, to put on an open sign. Then, he went back to the couch, waiting for any customers...:

[Isii Derrum]

*Jorax had never come to Nar Shadaa before, and wanted a drink and found a penthouse with the sign saying "Open", so he hoped it was a cantina or some place where he could get a drink. He went inside and saw a man with a mask on*

"This a cantina?"

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

"This is not a cantina, if that is what you are looking for. I specialize in assassinations, merc work, and bounties. Do you need anything in that genre?"

:.He sounded almost agitated. He was still leaning in his chair, feeling throughout the force. Indeed this man knows the force. Perhaps he is a jedi. I could get a hefty bounty for this man. He got out of his chair, and offered the jedi a seat. His thoughts were warded, so he couldn't see into his mind. Nighthawk's cold blue eyes were cooly studying the Jedi.:

"If you need a cantina, good sir, I could show you to one. Ok?"

[Isii Derrum]

*Jorax had a very bad hunch about this man...that eye could tell it all. He was probably a Force Sensitive, he could tell by his presence, and there were bounties against the Jedi...so he decreased his Force presence and the Force around him to a regular human, although he kept a little bit to sense things, and did it slowly. He didn't want it to go too fast, so the assassin wouldn't notice...*

"That's alright. I'll find it myself..."

*Jorax then started to leave the building*

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

"Never underestimate your opponent, fool."

:.Nighthawk channeled into the force, as he did so, his presence disapeared from the force, as did his vision to the eye. He had made sure that he knew this power when he was a jedi. It came in handy for assassinations and/or bounties. As he jolted out of his room, in a stealthy pursuit, he reached towards a camoflauged button, which blocked all the exits with force fields, and titanium doors, which even lightsabers had trouble with.

A bounty hunter like himself wouldn't let his own place off without security, right? As he neared the jedi, he let his cloaking in the force, fall, with an evil grin upon his face.:

"You make yourself too obvious."

[Isii Derrum]

"And so do you..."

*Jorax then slowly disappeared from his vision. He had sensed something wrong as he stepped into that room, and that eye told him the rest. His Force Illusion had helped him escape for now, although that assassin would be after him, and hiding his presence from the Force as well as around him was all too easy. He needed a clothes change now. Jorax found a man on the floor, who needed some new clothes, and they switched. He now was Ukrai the begger*

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

:.He ran out of his building, katana in hand. He decided to sheath it, and he reached to his forearms, gripping his black daggers. As he stealthily walked out the door, he saw where the casual begger was be. He was there, but dressed in the jedi's robing? He quickly kicked the guy in the chest, sending him plummeting into the depths Nar Shadaa. If he was wearing the jedi's robes, the bloody jedi must be wearing the hobo's clothing... the clothes are filled with maggots. Eww.

The bounty hunter cloaked himself from vision and the force, and went in persuit of the hobo-jedi. He gipped his black daggers tightly as he jumped ontop of the buildings, scouting for the jedi. He saw him, and meraculously, the jedi was staring at him, but saw nothing a sensed nothing. The set up was perfect. Soon the jedi would feel like he lost the assassin.:

[Isii Derrum]

*Jorax looked around and still saw nothing. Now was part 2 of the plan. He knew that any merc. wouldn't give up a Jedi, so to lure him out of his place, that was number one. Now...he needed a place to lose him...this was getting to be a hassle. The assassin knew the Jedi ways quite well, and he needed something, a distraction. He quickly came up with the easiest way to do it, hide and seek. Jorax started to make multiples of himself with Force Illusion, although one had to look hard to see the difference, it wouldn't matter from far away. They all split up, and Jorax was headed towards his ship, although even if the assassin was tracking him, it was a long way, and the hold on Force Illusion would slowly disappate and then he would have to meet the assassin eye to eye. All that was left was the guessing from the assassin*

"Alright, let's go!"

*The many Jorax's went in all directions*

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this... Nighthawk reached into his pocket, and put up heat vision goggles to his eyes. The only one which gave off heat was the one heading towards the docks. Crud. Still invisible, he jumped off the building, following up in a series of flips, which led him very quickly to the docks. He knew this place very well, he had been here for about a year, and was going over the region around his building.

He was waiting for the jedi, still cloaked. He stealthily unsheated his katana, and when the jedi got within a few feet of him, he drove the katana towards the jedi's heart, driven by the power of the force. As the dark blade neared jorax, the cloaking of the assassin came off. Jorax was taken by a deep surprise....:

[Isii Derrum]

*Jorax was surprised at a head on attack, but he bent down and gave a sturdy back kick to the chest, while grabbing his arm, and cracking it's various joints, making him let go of the katana. That was really close, and he hadn't expected such a fast comeback,but then again, he hadn't dealed with assassins and mercs. lately.*

"Well, now that you're here, could you stop attacking me, or do we have to do it the hard way?"

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

"If you want it the hard way, you shall get it."

:.Nighthawk raised his hand, and gave a series of signals. Three red lasers came into site upon the jedi's forhead, along with another mercenary who was towards the back of the jedi, aiming a heavy repeating blaster rifle at the jedi. Nighthawk would of bought more, but the attack on his home planet had destroyed all of his funds. A pity. The blade seemed very dangerous in the assassin's hands.

He wrapped his gloved hands tightly around the katana's hilt, and jorax could see the cold blue eyes of the assassin peaking out from under the silken-titanium mask. Amazingly, they showed no emotion... he had learned that from training at the hutts, and somewhat when he was a jedi.

Nighthawk twisted into the air, flurrying the blade in swirls of dead motion as he did so. The titanium blade whistled as it soared with a deadly rage through the air. It seemed that in a slight second the blade was about to pound jorax's shoulder like a plummeting round of army artillery.:

[Isii Derrum]

*Jorax started to fade away once again, and what was left was a man, the same man he had traded clothes with. His message echoed through the sky, as he flew away from his ship. There wasn't any time to play around at this time, and he didn't feel like playing captive either.*

"Very good, assassin, but not good enough..."

*Jorax blasted into hyperspace, following a route to Tatooine*

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

Nighthawk had another sudden thought. Even if the jedi got away, he still could get some money. He ran into the docking bays, knocking bystanders off their feet as he swiftly ran to the control tower. He slid into the room, past the guards and got a hold of his friend.:

"Lock on to that area in space... how much energy did that hyperspace launch give off?"

Docking Warden: I don't know exactly, but probaly enough to reach Tatooine or somewhere around there.

:.Nighthawk nodded, and in the flash of an eye jabbed a dagger into the man. He didn't want anyone else finding out his information. He needed the credits if he wanted to establish himself a little more. The assassin nonchalantly walked back to his apartment, people stalking back with fear under the site of the cold blue eyes protruding from the silk and titanium mask.

As he got into his apartment, he enjoyed some iced water, and flopped on his leather couch. He decided to pick up the phone, looking for some way to make money off what he had just discovered.:

[Isii Derrum]

*Jorax kept traveling for a while, and then turned away from Tatooine and went to the last place he would ever go, home...*