on the run (open)

[The Prophet]

*after escaping from the jedi's ship on dagobah... (Sylas built up enough strength to pull himself into an escape pod...) sylas has been able to recover and is ready to start bounty hunting again... he pulls out his orgainizer and pulls up a galactic bounty hunting administration nexus... he enters his bin number but it is rejected..*

what the....


*Sylas had crashlanded in hutt space near nar shaddaa... he hitchhiked to nar shaddaa and was now dangling his feet over a ledge while eating a piece of bread and drinking a very poorly made beer.*

*Sylas stands up and taps his organizer. nothing happens... he enters his pin again, and nothing happens...*

-click-

*syals drops his organizer and raises his hands... he recognized the sound of a blaster being cocked... who wouldnt if they had been a bounty hunter all their life?*

Voice: Sylas... good to see you again...

Vas Tarrel?

vas: Yes sylas it is me....

heeeeyyyy... vas.... so what are you doing with a gun to my head???

Vas: Incase you havent heard Nokatzu... a huge bounty has just been placed on your head....

hmm?

vas: 3 days ago you were on dagobah.... you lost a renegade smuggler and destroyed billions of credits worth of starship fuel that belonged to the hutts? ring a bell?


ooooh.... yea.... but it was an accident.

Vas: i doubt it would matter now....

*Sylas turns around. he finally gets to see vas again. she is a beautiful twi'lek woman. blue in colour. she is an excellent huntter, who has been sylas's only competition for a loooong time....*

come on vas... we go way back... dont you remember the good times?

Vas: oh, like the time where you dropped me from a skycar on coruscant so you could take my quarry?

well...

Vas: or the time when you fought me on kasshyyyk and destroyed all of the working lifts besides your own and left me for dead?

ok... maybe we havent had good times...

*Vas's face hardens and she takes a shot. Sylas ducks and kicks the twilek in the leg. she plops on the ground and sylas takes off into a crowd. bounty hunters from all over the galaxy recognize him and start chasing after him...*

*Sylas leaps into a cantina and locks the door then takes a lift to the next district.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*The lift was not unoccupied. Sylas felt the butt of a blaster pistol at the small of his back. One wrong move and he would be in a hoverchair for the rest of his life...is he was lucky. The hissing voice was obviously modified, but he immediately understood not to be curious.*

"Sssssso...Nokatzzuu...Sssssylassss...."

[The Prophet]

*sylas bravely turns around*

you know what ive had it with you bounty hunters and all of your .....

*sylas realizes this man is not a bounty hunter....*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*The horns emerging from behind the black mask were covered in a cloth, three lekku wrapped around the man's neck. The black cloak he wore was richly embroidered, and looked expensive, the blaster pistol custom made.*

"Ssssylasss...Your passsst..."

[The Prophet]

what about it??? im a very busy man.....

*sylas inches away from the man*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"What do you know of your...passsst...?"

[The Prophet]

my mom was killed by her boyfriend a few years after she had me.... he said that he would kill me too if i told the police... sad story. big deal.

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"Liesssss......."

*The figure wipped off the mask, the Torgutan face looking at Sylas.*

"Sylas, i know you. I know your blood. Those features...they are your father's. Your father was called Fenin. Are you familiar with the tales of the Dematri?"

[The Prophet]

you dont know anything....

*sylas pauses for a minute then loooks at the eyes of this strange man and finds it in his best interest that he answers the question*

yes... the dematri aided the sith on the attack on coruscant not too long ago...

but i could care less about them...

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"Fenin's surname was Darkbroode. Are you familiar with the...tales...surrounding Devlen Darkbroode?"

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

OOC: Mind if I drop in?

He was about to turn the corner when he heard the conversation. Darkbroode caught his attention. Was it Ranka, his master they were speaking of or another. He had a bad feeling he shouldn't be listening but he couldn't help it.

[The Prophet]

ooc: Not at all

Who hasnt heard of devlen darkbroode!?! ( Lol i am an ass)

hes some guy that ravaged the outerrim with his mysterious armies and stuff... and he lead an attack on coruscant a few months back.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

He kept to the shadows and listened intently. Devlen Darkbroode? He had heard of a Devlen but the same last name as his master. Surely the two weren't related. He tried to sneak closer keeping himself against the wall. This conversation was getting more and more interesting.