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Nar Shaddaa, At the Peak Of The Nightlife High,
The grimy streets of the pleasure-city planet of Nar Shaddaa remained unchanged in it's eons of existences. Hundred Thousand years before, hundred thousand since, and it will always be a planet built upon the precedent of a place where a gambler can lose all his money, a warlord can take over anything they set their eyes on, a playboy can get his dick wet, and the Hutts ruled over all, a vicious food chain that would be adhered for all time. No Jedi, Sith, Rebel or Imperial, could ever hope to touch that chain, disrupt the flow, but that didn't stop some from trying to do just that.
Word had reached the Jedi and Rebels that there was a small band of Force Sensitives found on Cartel world, and that the Hutts had sent out a call to the big two Force Users in the Galaxy to come and get them, that whoever paid the most would get them. Knowing damn well the Sith would jump on that opportunity like a Rancor to a fresh kill, the Jedi also sent their own representatives to attend this little auction, but they knew damn well that there was no way they could actually outbid the Sith, not with the Rebellion and the Jedi both still technically forming properly into their own true resistance government.
That said, the Jedi's plan was to have a single Jedi head down to where the small group is being held and bust them out, then get them to a ship and the hell off the planet before anybody could notice, using the Auction as a ploy for time to give the Jedi time to smuggle the kids out. In this case, the lone Jedi is none other than Khivas, and as his Jedi and Rebel cohorts did their job to talk to the Sith and the Hutts, he would rummage about the underbelly of the facility and find out where the Force Sensitives were, free them, and get them out of the building, onto his ship, and get the hell off of Nar Shaddaa. "Yea...Shouldn't be too hard, not at all." Khivas would say to himself upon learning what his role was to be in all this.
Of course, Khivas was prepared for whatever may come his way, after all it was only common sense to figure that the Sith knew damn well that the Jedi did not have the financial backing to actually beat the Sith in the Auction, and that they too would probably send their own team down to scour the system and steal the kids away themselves.
With this knowledge, Khivas hurried with great haste and wasted little time in locating the whereabouts of the Force Sensitive captives, a matter easily resolved with a few "interrogations" of the Hutt's private forces, and soon enough with some select infiltration, he was inside the facility beneath the Auction House where the contest of billfolds was being held, sneaking his way past the enemy guards to where his target was being held. After a few moments of this, one of the many hallways he had traversed opened up to a large underground supply depot of some sort. Only two entrances and exits existed in the place, the first being the one Khivas stood in, and the other was at the opposite end of the room, and beyond a presence, someone who was also adept with the Force approaching him and rather quickly. "Guess my hunch was right after all." Khivas said as he disappeared into the shadows and donned his helmet, preparing for the possibility of having to do battle with a Sith.
The grimy streets of the pleasure-city planet of Nar Shaddaa remained unchanged in it's eons of existences. Hundred Thousand years before, hundred thousand since, and it will always be a planet built upon the precedent of a place where a gambler can lose all his money, a warlord can take over anything they set their eyes on, a playboy can get his dick wet, and the Hutts ruled over all, a vicious food chain that would be adhered for all time. No Jedi, Sith, Rebel or Imperial, could ever hope to touch that chain, disrupt the flow, but that didn't stop some from trying to do just that.
Word had reached the Jedi and Rebels that there was a small band of Force Sensitives found on Cartel world, and that the Hutts had sent out a call to the big two Force Users in the Galaxy to come and get them, that whoever paid the most would get them. Knowing damn well the Sith would jump on that opportunity like a Rancor to a fresh kill, the Jedi also sent their own representatives to attend this little auction, but they knew damn well that there was no way they could actually outbid the Sith, not with the Rebellion and the Jedi both still technically forming properly into their own true resistance government.
That said, the Jedi's plan was to have a single Jedi head down to where the small group is being held and bust them out, then get them to a ship and the hell off the planet before anybody could notice, using the Auction as a ploy for time to give the Jedi time to smuggle the kids out. In this case, the lone Jedi is none other than Khivas, and as his Jedi and Rebel cohorts did their job to talk to the Sith and the Hutts, he would rummage about the underbelly of the facility and find out where the Force Sensitives were, free them, and get them out of the building, onto his ship, and get the hell off of Nar Shaddaa. "Yea...Shouldn't be too hard, not at all." Khivas would say to himself upon learning what his role was to be in all this.
Of course, Khivas was prepared for whatever may come his way, after all it was only common sense to figure that the Sith knew damn well that the Jedi did not have the financial backing to actually beat the Sith in the Auction, and that they too would probably send their own team down to scour the system and steal the kids away themselves.
With this knowledge, Khivas hurried with great haste and wasted little time in locating the whereabouts of the Force Sensitive captives, a matter easily resolved with a few "interrogations" of the Hutt's private forces, and soon enough with some select infiltration, he was inside the facility beneath the Auction House where the contest of billfolds was being held, sneaking his way past the enemy guards to where his target was being held. After a few moments of this, one of the many hallways he had traversed opened up to a large underground supply depot of some sort. Only two entrances and exits existed in the place, the first being the one Khivas stood in, and the other was at the opposite end of the room, and beyond a presence, someone who was also adept with the Force approaching him and rather quickly. "Guess my hunch was right after all." Khivas said as he disappeared into the shadows and donned his helmet, preparing for the possibility of having to do battle with a Sith.