Message Intercepted (Invitation Only)

[Triune]

*She has to let 'go' of the satchel to focus on the crates, she takes a double handed grip on the sabre and slices through the flying crates sending a spray of parts and debris around her. She yelps at the storm that she created blinded by the cloud for a brief period*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She saunters up to the Jedi while she still recovers and pulls out her staff.*

"Do you really want to take me on, my dear?"

[Triune]

"You are a murderer and must face justice!"

*The Jedi thrusts out with a potent Force-push to try to knock Selae back*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She braces herself for the push back but realizes she hadn't moved. She laughs as the Force push just seems to almost flow off of her without any affect. She raises her staff and her smile turns to a frown*

"Guess you do."

*She brings the blade up quickly slashing across the young Jedi's chest.*

[Triune]

*She barely manages to get her sabre up to block the slash, surprised that the push had no effect. She dances back hurling the debrise at Selae this time as she takes up a more advanced guard position*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She uses the Force to create a barrier in front of her to block the debris and grows weary of this Jedi's interruption. She charges towards her watching her movments to adjust her own as she prepares for the attack and swings her staff mightily in a flurry of attacks forcing her backwards.*

[Triune]

*The young Jedi retreats from the furry, managing to avoid serious wounds from 'Lirreka's attacks. Her brown robes are tattered and somewhat bloody but only from flesh wounds. She fights entirely on the defensive, whomever was her Master taught her well in that respect.*

"You are strong in the ways of the Force, I was told that you Ebonclaws had no such abilities. Regardless you will face justice and judgement for your crimes... Yield!" She is constant if nothing else.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

"I will not yield to you. I have other things to do and you are only postponing them. Let's get this over with, shall we?"

*She charges at her again faking right but swinging her blade hard to the left aiming for her side.*

[Triune]

*The young Jedi falls for the feint and tries to leap back but not quickly enough. The Adu'Dhaera blade slices into her side and through ribs. The blood begins to bubble immediately indicating a pierced lung. She loses her Sabre and falls to the ground, still alive but critically wounded. Selae... no Lirreka stands triumphant over her Jedi opponent. The Coup de Gras is all that remains.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*Her thirst for blood and anger towards the Jedi fuels her as she slices into the Jedi woman. She slices open her abdomen exposing her organs and brings the blade back again to neatly cut her head off. She stands over her pleased with her work and spits on the Jedi woman.*

"Jedi.....always in the way. Be glad you met Lirreka this day instead of another."

[Triune]

*A hail of blaster fire rains towards Selae. From the entrance of the Cantina she can see the two smugglers (Cyndra Ristt and 'Max') along with the two guards of Mister Bola firing at her. The troopers are charging for her while the smugglers have taken positions behind very large and immovable objects like the building and are fireing from around the corner.*

"Get her!" They or someone yell.

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She dodges the firing and reaches through the Force to send a powerful Force wave towards them. She wonders how many more she can kill today. Her lust for blood grows more and more.*

[Triune]

*The guards go sailing backwards as does nearly everything in the street between Selae and them. Wise and cagey the two smugglers had the weight of good stout walls to help them. Cyndra lays down a burst of blaster fire from a carbine while Max steps around the corner and fires a Rodian Net Gun at her.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She grabs for the fallen Jedi's saber and tries to dodge the net but gets caught in it. She acts like she struggles but really she wants to know more about these smugglers. Her interests in them have been peaked. She will strike at the right time......she would wait just as a snake would.*

[Triune]

*Max triggers the electrical charge in the net hoping to take the fight out of her. Cyndra checks on the guards only to find them quite dead. She does collect their carbines however. Max keeps playing with the stun trigger. Eventually Cyndra and him walk closer to what they think is the caught 'Lirreka'*

"You sure it's the right one? They all look alike to me... Well 'cept for the racks on the women..." Max mutters.
"Yes I'm sure it's her. The Sith would pay a nice chunk of creds for her intact..." Cyndra comments.

"What about the Jedi? I mean she just gutted one like she was a Corelian Grouper... Wouldn't they pay just as much?"
"You going soft on me Max?" Cyndra asks.
"Hell no but the Jedi aren't likely to blow us up before we can get into talking range neither." He looks at Selae "She's got a nice rack too.."

*Cyndra grumbles something less then flattering about men in general as the argument ensues.*