A single blade (open...come I say)

[Halan]

*The jewel of the galactic republic gleams of the light from the nearest as a normal day awakens for it....Its millions of inhabitants go about there daily work...There speeders screaming across the surface of the world as its hundreds of levels both go about there daily rutines....there basic lives repeating themselves over and over again....lives of monotony continue on as the people fool themselves into thinking they have a purpose or some kind of goal*

*Walking though one of the main streets of the planet a man wearing a full length leather coat walks incredibly quickly across the street...his coat brushes the floor as he moves in and out of the many people on the street....He slips out though a back ally and continue son as a barrier to a speeder lane comes into view...he continues on and jumps over the barrier......He falls for an eternity almost as the wind rushes past him his hood is whipped off his face to reveal his features.....he has deep purple skin along with his eyes of the same colour while he hair is a much lighter purple...as he finally drops enough so that the thousand of speeders can be seen and his death can be seen before his eyes if he doesn't do something quickly.....he spins over in the air...landing on the back of a particular speeder with an insignia for Alderaan splashed across his back...before the man driving the speeder has enough time to recognize what has happened let along do anything about it his shoulders are clamped on by the Danthiri's hands and he is thrown headlong into the traffic below him as the Danthiri settles himself into the speeders seat and shots off into the gathering traffic of the new day*

[Halan]

*His....."borrowed" speeder weaves in and out of the traffic as the wind slams inot his face and hair....He ignores the looks of passer bys as he over takes speeder after speeder until he finnally drops his speeder into a dive....his hands wrapped around the controls of the speeder tight as it gather smore and more speed diving down weaving in and out of the trafffic until he pulls up on its control and hovers it next to a street on one of the lower levels...he gets out and pulls his hood up melting back into the crowd*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Turner looked around him. Things had been too quiet for too long. The Exchange was waiting for something to happen. And they were keeping him in the dark. Two very bad signs. The man kept his face impassive as he looked out the window of his luxury stretch speeder. Suddenly, the speeder next to him found itself being hijacked. Turner sighed and signalled for his driver to land down on the nearest pad. He had to make a call.*

[Halan]

*Halan faded into a dark alleyway and begun to remind himself and check he knew his details perfectly....after several minutes of thinking it though..looking at the layout of his surroundings and the buildings around him he knew he was ready... with this he turned and ran headlong into a wall jumping high into the air and pushing off the wall....as he flew almost though the air he grabbed onto a metal pole along the side of the opposite building to the one he just leaped off...he pulled himself up it quickly and stood on top of a building looking down at the street below him...In the corner of his eye he saw a stretch speeder...luxjirious and if n this level had to be some kind of crime lord....this was...unexpected*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*The speeder dropped down onto the pad as Turner stepped out, brushing off his neat pinstripe suit. He left one of his blasters behind, looking around him. His two bodyguards, a rather tough looking Nautolan and a mean looking human, spread out, watching the area. Turner then proceeded to pull out a smallholoh-projector, rectangular in shape, classicly covered in black leather. He flipped it open then punched in the numbers as he made the connection to one of his contacts...*

[Halan]

*Halan wrinkles his nose in frustation...this wasn't what he wanted..this man was obviously some kind of influential figure and as the only people with influence on this level were crime lords....he must of one...he had to stop him form advancing any further on...the guards would be easy enough but whether or not the man in question had any hidden talents was yet to be determined...Halan gets to his full height and runs of the top of his building onto the next than drops down sliding down a pole coming out opposite the man with his guards a dark shadow of the nearby building keeping him from view*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

:Connection Established:

"Yes?"

"This is T.R. Did the Way make it into orbit?"

"Yessir. She's waiting for you. I've filed all the paperwork to get you offplanet."

"Excellent. It's been far too long since i checked my holdings on Shadaa."

"From what i've heard the Hutts are getting antsy about the Exchange's presence there. I'm thinking they're going to move on you as soon as you touch down."

"It's eaither me, or some other member of the Exchange thats ranked higher than me. I die or I get promoted, big deal. I'll see you on the ship in about an hour. TR out."

*Turner looked around, then reentered his speeder as his guards walked over to get in...*

[Halan]

*this man wasn't supposed to be here whether he was leaving or not it still greatly hindered his efforts...he rummaged in his coat for a moment and pulled out a small circular device...he fiddled with the small dial on it turning it round until it reached a tiny inscription and began to slick silenlty....Halan moved out of the shadow slightly and aiming for the side of the speeder he threw the device....It latched itself onto the back and within a second of it latching on it exploded with great force ripping the back of the speeder off and sending a shock wave of heat out wards*

[Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton]

Halan hears clapping from behind him. A woman dressed in a black suit and tie smiles at him.

You got here before me....hmm.

[Halan]

*Halan turns around and narrows his eyes grealty loking the women up and down...so this was the one who had been following him for some time now....he straightened up and raises his eyebrows to her...his strange way of starting a conversation*

[Bralor]

*Bralor was always wondering around these days untill the Mandalorians could be put back together. He was always in search of other Mandalorians to join in... Or hunting the enemy. Bralor didn't look Mandalorian though, he had no Mandalorian armour after he was attacked by Jedi. Without his Mandalorian armour, he just looked like another bounty hunter or thug. His muscles and physical appearence was noticable, being Mandalorian he was born naturally stronger than some, and without his armour it was noticable. He had regular clothing on. His head was hooded though, to keep his face hidden, for he did not like outsiders to see his face.

*He walked down the streets of the city as he saw a purple man going around, this obviously attracted his attention as he followed slowly. Appearing around the gaurds, Bralor was able to move stealthier without his armour, he was surprised at the movement now and how much harder it was to notice him as he dropped down in the shadows near Halan. He didn't like the idea of no armour because he focused on strength, and his bad movement was usually saved by his armour. He walked near the "purple man" and simply said.*

You look like someone who would know whats going on. Have you happened to see any astray Mandalorians?

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

Bornor made his way through the crowd, looking as if he was a part of it. The nearby people gave him curious looks though, for they have never seen a Danthiri, probably, and from what they have heard, they are evil. Bornor nodded in return of the dirty looks, continuing on his way.

What stopped him, though, was something he had not expected to see ever again, at least not for a long time. He saw another Danthiri, one of the lightskinned ones. He was intrigued as much as he was surprised. He walked slowly towards him, making no apparent course to him. It looked as if he would just walk right by him.

[Halan]

*Halan turns his gaze away from the women for a moment and instead turns it over to the new man that had just arrived...halan looks him up and down doing the same usual motions though his mind....possible battle tactics and a variety of other things that come across his mind......he crosses his arms and simply shakes his head a slight look of annoyance spread across his features*

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

OOC: Are you talking about me or Kex?

[Bralor]

*Bralor smiled as he realised all the guards back there and looked at the purple man*

Answer, Purple Man.