#KrassEstate

With careful controlled guidance, Henry turned the medium sized airspeeder through the intersection, making a wide roundabout path to accommodate the large hauling trailer he was pulling. He was able to continue for only a few feet more before once again meeting the back end of another speeder and forced to stop lest he cause a accident. Letting out a faint sigh, Henry eased up on the throttle and leaned his head back against the seat, tossing a glance to his partner in the other seat. "Well....I gotta admit, this traffic is starting to gnaw on me a little bit. I've never been one of those rule-followers. Ah well, at least we've got a nice day for it right?"

Indeed it was a nice day, a bright sun, a cool breeze, he could even hear birds chirping in the distance. Good thing too, their speeder, a nice four seater model he'd purchased was of the open air variety, and thus was fully exposed to the elements, only a clear windshield present on the front. Gazing through said windshield as he patiently waited for the line to get moving again, Henry found his eyes being drawn to their destination, slightly visible in the near distance. The vacation home of the Krass family, currently unoccupied, and yet still standing strong amidst less impressive buildings, their target. They were close now, only a few packed streets away from the flashy golden gates that protected the posh estate, so close and yet so far, and they still weren't moving.

For the hundredth time that day, Henry resisted the urge to honk the horn and instead reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pack of spicy dewback jerky. Ripping it open, he popped a few pieces in his mouth, chewing happily on the tough meat as he doubled checked his pocket for a very important piece of paper. Off-handedly he offered the pack to Ayindri as the line started moving again, Henry gently urging their vehicle forward to keep pace. Hopefully he'd be getting a nice haul out of this, goodness knows they deserved it after all the trouble they had to go to, it was why he'd purchased the hauler trailer as well. Plus hopefully he'd find a few neat nick nacks to send off to that Moff he'd offended as well, thus paying reparations without actually having to lose something, win win.

@Intratec

Henry's passenger, a blonde-haired, petite woman with pale skin, and sea-green eyes appeared to be engaged with their nails. No longer sporting her carmine skin, jet-hair, or the golden eyes, Ayindri had donned another disguise. Appearing every inch the Corellian woman. Fingers splayed out, Ayindri held a little brush laden with nail lacquer which she applied meticulously. She may no longer 'Be Red', but her nails would be a nice, shiny cherry coloration. In truth, she was doing this to avoid tempting fate and letting her temper get the better of her. While used to big cities, their clamor, she absolutely despised traffic. Probably why she kept a personal shuttle. The reverberating hum of speeders, honking of horns, and foul Corellian oaths hung thick in the air. With a gentle push on their emotions, the Sith could ignite the powder keg of road rage. But no. Like Henry, she resisted the urge to give into such desires.

While under a human guise, her Pureblooded senses remained heightened. As such, she smelled the sickly sweet spicy scent of the dewback jerky as soon as he opened the bag. A born predator, Ayindri stopped her lacquering long enough to pluck a small tidbit for herself and went back to work. The morsel was quickly consumed of course.

"I desired to buy several cases of fine, aged Corellian Brandy before we did this," she brought up, "But you insisted we get the trailer and go straight to the Estate." with a sniff she lamented the fact she had brought enough credits to buy out several distilleries in the hopes of fine dining, clothes shopping and other womanly desires when visiting a cosmopolitan metropolis. Provided the thrice damned traffic did not end up leading her going on a rampage. That, or have her personal fleet of Imperial Warships bombard every major thoroughfare, complete with the jam they were in right now just too thin the herd. "Hoping to buy your way into Moff Tel's and that Emperor's Hand's good graces with knick knacks?"

@Narsi

Dropping the snack packet on his lap, Henry allowed one hand to sway outside the vehicle, clawing softly at the breeze as they finally began to move. "Well-" he started, "-I was trying to beat the traffic. Key word is trying, so I apologize for that, I would honestly rather be shopping right now than...this. And since I'm being honest, yes I am trying to find a neat little gift for dear Mr. Ahren. I did hijack his ship after all, amongst other things." Henry grinned at the memory, stifling a giggle at the sheer chaos he'd managed to invoke that day. Unfortunately, his grin soon morphed into a scowl as with the joy, came the remembrance of the aftermath, and his grip tightened around the steering wheel. "As for the blue boy toy, if he wants something from me. He's gonna have to come take it with his own hands, maybe I'll take something from him too. "

Shaking away the rage that stained his voice, Henry returned his full focus, and both hands, to the road. Steering them through another turn, he felt some of his anxiety slip away as they finally arrived at their destination, the gates of snobility. Great big golden things they were, the only entry point amidst a tall pearly wall, even better they were guarded. Pulling up in front of said gates, Henry dug a paper out of his pocket as one of the guards came trotting over. Bending down slightly, the Corellian peered at them curiously before preforming his sworn duty. "This is private property, what are you two doing here?" Henry flashed his trademark smile, pulling free and unfolding the piece of paper and handing it to the guard. "Good sir, we are the Jedi Knights requested by the Corellian government to verify and retrieve some dangerous artifacts. Apparently the late Senator was a bit of hoarder."

Blinking stupidly, the guard carefully looked the paper over, eyes widening at what he saw. Henry knew what he saw of course, a nicely forged document giving the Jedi authority over the estate contents. It was very official looking if he did say so himself, and with a bit of mental magic woven into the ink to help sway the weaker minded. It all worked like a charm too, less than a minute later they were on the inside, the gate closing behind them with a crash. Chuckling gently, Henry replaced the "warrant" in his pocket, and drove on up to the actual estate, whistling at the sheer splendor that greeted them. Pulling up in a tight curve so that the trailer was by the main door Henry turned off the speeder. "Well, lets ransack the place"

The Nameless One had finally tracked his one time accomplice to this out of the way estate. Unbeknownst to him, the Anzati had followed his prey and watched as he was prone to doing before engaging in combat. He watched the being he knew as Henry fake his way into an estate as a Jedi.

It was a disgusting, one more factor convincing The Nameless One that he should do what he had come to do. Not that he required additional convincing. This being had brought about the failure of his attempt to kill the Mandalorian known as Talia. Through his cowardice, this supposed Sith had allowed The Nameless One to take the initial hits that caused his armor to fail in that fight. This Sith was the reason that The Sentient Nightmare had lost his right hand, and his purple lightsaber.

This Sith would pay. His forgiveness would be bought with nothing less than his life, and in taking it, The Sentient Nightmare would absorb the powers of the Sith. One way or another he would fulfill his vow to assist The Nameless One. The Sentient Nightmare stepped out from behind a group of trees where he had been concealed and suffering the residence. He approached the Guard in his MK12 Inquisitor Armor.

The Guard looked up inquisitively and began to reach for his side arm in a slow unsure manner. As if, he wasn't sure The Sentient Nightmare was a threat. The Sentient Nightmare was completely sure that he was a threat, and he drew his Sunspear with his good hand in a motion that had been well practiced in the time after the confrontation with Talia. He fired a single shot into the chest of the Guard. While the stupid Guard had done nothing to offend The Nameless One, his failure in allowing the two disguised Sith to enter the property surely warranted his death.

Still behind the wall, invisible to his target. The Sentient Nightmare replaced the Sunspear on his hip and activated the wrist mounted saber on his right arm. The red blade came to life. He then pulled his gold saber from his belt, activating it in his left hand.

Now, he stepped from behind the wall, broadcasting a telepathic message both sith would hear. "Henry," The Nameless One demanded, "I am here to invoke the ancient rite of Kaggath against you. For your failures, you will fall at my hand. In doing so, you shall redeem yourself and uphold your word."

Aloof, Ayindri played the quiet role as Henry waved his piece of paper and declared them Jedi. It worked, of course, granted she figured most Corellian citizenries were inept. Or just this guard in particular. As he drove up to the manor, the Sith Arcanist had been blowing lightly on the now polished nails. Her compatriot seemed in a fine mood, that was until something crawled along her mind; testing her defenses with a mental message. A small sneer formed on her slender lips as her senses quested outward. Finding the offender, Ayindri couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh.

"Is there anyone you've not irritated to the point of trying to kill you?" she says with a bemused expression. The fool, or whatever he was had declared a Kaggath, an ancient Sith rite that could span continents, worlds, or even the galaxy itself as the stage between the two combatants. Similar to the rite of Arauk'kesh, but on a larger scale. The sneer turning to repressed amusement. "A Kaggath? I do not believe either of you have the resources for such a grand and holy rite. To declare it here and now without the proper witnesses is heretical." with a sniff, the blond-haired young woman exited the speeder.

Looking to Henry, she shrugged. "Your choice. To deny it could mean death for you. Your name would be expunged from the Sith histories and nothing would remain. You'd be erased from memory. I personally believe we should conduct this. . . farce upon Korriban, or Ziost." looking up to the offending alien who had decidedly ruined her day with his declaration she stood her ground. With an effortless mental push, the Pureblood sent the Anzat a message of her own.

'Sheath your weapons now.' her mental command boomed, ' You interfere with a mission of the Empire with your foolish declaration. I would advise you either leave now or help us complete this mission. Because I will not sanction such a match, and nor would the Emperor or Dark Lord.' she was no Darth, but an Immortal, a person who provided council to the Emperor and focused their pursuits more on the Force than a Sith Lord. Yet she still plied powers that rival that of a true Darth, one who earned the title through blood and battle.

@Narsi

Henry didn't bother responding to Ayindri, instead, he let his actions speak for themselves. In a flash he was out of the speeder and reaching into the space behind his seat, pulling out a small bundle that clinked ominously. He dressed quickly, strapping on his flashy gold armor and weapons with a calm efficiency he hadn't displayed in days. On the outside he was the very picture of calm serenity, but on the interior, his stomach was rolling with a cold rage. While the armor was a new look, the telepathic voice wasn't, nor the presence he was able to sense now that he looked. The Nameless One, the fool Sith Henry had helped out of the goodness of his heart, only to be stiffed out of any compensation whatsoever. Henry had admittedly pressed the event to the back of his mind, placing it in the "Get Revenge Later" folder. He'd had lots of other things to deal with after all, the preparation for the Sith Lord death match, the bounty on his head, and of course, how could anyone forget, the little Illum expedition. Lots of scary dangerous stuff to occupy his time, now though, Henry picked up his helmet and drew his saberstaff, it was payback time.

Only then did he turn to Ayindri, giving her a small grin before slamming his golden helm down over his head. "To be entirely honest with you, I don't really know what a Kaggath is, I assume its another type of death match?" Henry shook his head back and forth, shoving any potential questions out of his head. "But it doesn't matter, I've got my own score to settle here. Please just write off whatever ritual idiosyncrasies he's violated and go start on the mansion whilst I kill him." Throwing the shorter Sith a jolly little wave, Henry started walking forward towards the armored Anzat, tossing one last comment over his shoulder. "Wish me luck."

Activating one end of the saberstaff, Henry held the longer hilt with both hands so that the blue blade was pointing down towards the ground off to his right. He walked forward carefully and slowly, watching for any attack and ready to respond as he called out a quick challenge. "Mayhaps I did fail, but so did you, ran like a b**** as I recall." He was about six meters away by this point, and slowly closing the distance.

The Nameless one didn't bother responding to the other Sith either, or to Henry for that matter. He hardly cared what he had to say. He began to circle his opponent. His right handed wrist saber was positioned at his waist, and pointed down and to the left. His handheld gold saber, is his left hand was also held at his waist but it was pointed up and to his right.

The Nameless One wasn't going to rush in as he had with the Mandalorian, Henry would be expecting that. Instead he was going to see if he could be goaded into making a mistake. The Nameless One was sure he could, he was just in the process of determining the best way to do it. Meanwhile he watched his opponent very carefully. Like he, The Nameless One had assumed a defensive stance and was alert for attacks coming his way.

A huff and muttering of 'Men' were her only answer to Henry's words. From the speeder, Ayindri moved to the back and toward the large trailer. Opening it, she found a suspensor dolly which she brought out to begin the transference of treasures soon to be looted. Shaking her head at the two, the disguised Pureblood would make sure Malon, the Dark Lord, and Kyuss, the Emperor knew of this mule headed foolishness. If Cor-Sec showed up, she could easily lie and say Henry was a Knight, and whoever in the hell the other one was a Sith Lord come to ransack the Estate while they had arrived only to transfer artifacts to the Temple on Lothal.

Letting forth a hiss, the dolly hummed as she dragged it up a flight of white stone stairs to the front doors. No one had really been here since Krass had died, not even his daughter. So the household staff would be light. Yet as she stood before the doors, one opened them for her a questioning look on her face. It was a maid. "Can I help you?" she asked, eyes going wide as she spotted the two men. One in golden armor, the other in whatever rags he wore.

Ayindri waved a hand before the woman's eyes, her will dominating the woman's mind, "I am a Jedi Knight. You will allow me inside and forget what you've seen outside." the Maid repeated the words as her eyes seemed to stare off into the distance, face going slack as she moved from the doors after opening them both wide with a curtsy. Lugging the dolly along, Ayindri allowed her otherworldly senses to quest outward. The place held a number of artifacts she was sure. Her senses resonating with them. Yet it was not just those force-laded items she was here for. But for the other treasures of the estate. Credits, Jewels, anything worth a fortune. The maid closed the doors behind her and seemed to scurry off to perform her duties.

With Henry occupied, it was left to the more level-headed of the pair to turn the place over and shake it down. She'd be sure to grab him a souvenir or maybe a knick-knack.

@Narsi @The Nameless One

The silence was somewhat off-putting, drawing a frown across Henry's face under his helm. Banter was half the fun of these events, and dun moch was a tradition for forces sake. Probably for the best honestly, apparently they'd already defiled some tradition or something so this was just keeping it consistent. Pushing any further wordplay to the back of his mind, Henry instead turned his full focus to the fight, analyzing his foe as he gradually moved into attack range. The defensive stance was unexpected, his previous dealings with the vampires had shown a sturdy sense of aggressiveness in their actions. Henry shrugged internally, he'd just have to make the first move then.

Taking a southpaw stance, Henry approached the other Sith straight on with his right hand, foot, shoulder forward. He waited until he was just barely out of light saber range to make his move, attacking in a sudden rush of motion. Holding his saberstaff with both hands on the left side of his body at his waist, Henry suddenly jabbed the ignited end forward in a light jab at his foes lower torso that was just enough to leave a wound without fully piercing someone's body. Thanks to the superior range of his longer hilt, Henry was able to stay composed and compact without overly extending himself in this action. He stayed ready and alert to move as he did this, ready for a counterattack if one came.

The Nameless One watched the other Sith. His first move wasn't enthusiastic. The Nameless One thought it may have been meant as a test of him. A probe searching for weaknesses. The Other Sith could search all he wanted, he would find only adaption and superiority in the Anzati. For those ideas were what his new fighting strategy relied upon.

The strategy had three specific focusing points, the primary point was survival, the second was imitation, and the third was dominance. The idea being to demoralize the opponent by showing that he could not only survive the attack, but could deliver the same attack with greater effectiveness.

The Nameless One had brought his right, wrist saber equipped, arm up and out away from the spear. He used only the muscles in his shoulder, namely to rotate cuff to accomplish this. This would have resulted in the arm appearing to swing inward and out to the side. The wrist blade would move along the ground for a brief moment, leaving burns. At the same time, the Nameless One reverses his left hand gold saber counter clockwise to catch the blade of the saber. The Nameless One would push the saber out to left as he side stepped to the right away from his opponents spear and pivoted his stance 90 degrees so he would now appear as a mirror to Henry's stance.

His counter attack would come as he completed the inward pivot, it would be aimed at the Sith's weapon rather than the Sith himself. The Nameless One chose to attack the weapon due to the remaining deficiencies of the right arm he counter attacked with. He did so by using the arm in the same way it would be used to deliver repetitive hubs from kidney level. This would cause the way its saber to make a series of short slices for the spears handle. The goal is to break it into multiple pieces, if it is successful the pieces being closest to the Nameless One would be dropped due to the placement of Henry's hands as stated in the previous post.

His opponent had made a grave mistake, and unfortunately for him, Henry wasn't in a forgiving move. Even as he felt his blade pushed to the side, Henry was able to perceive his foe pivoting towards Henry's left and striking with his wrist bound saber. It soon became prevalent that the target was not Henry himself, but his saberstaff instead. The realization brought a gruesome smirk to Henry's face, so far this was turning out splendidly.

He ignored the incoming attack on his weapon, the phrik composition of his saberstaff would render the attack completely ineffective. A quick shift of his hands, sliding his right up towards the far end of the ignited end and his left towards the other inactivated end and Henry was ready to act. As his foe's blade came down in the first short slice Henry used his newfound leverage to heave the already ignited end towards him. The first short slice would barely knick the retreating hilt, bouncing off in a shower of sparks and following strikes would hit only air. This brought the other end of the saberstaff out and about in an arc around Henry's left side. A flick of the thumb and that end was also ignited, the newly created blue blade extended outwards. This side of the weapon, if left unopposed would come slicing into the Anzat's right side, although it would be difficult to oppose it as the other Sith's right hand weapon was already preoccupied in an attack. Henry made sure to preform this action as quick as he could, giving little time to step back or respond, even twisting his hips slightly with the motion to lend motion and arc to the attack. He kept his previous stance as well, although with a bit more weight on his left foot as he hoped for his own attack to strike home.
@The Nameless One

As the Nameless one began to strike at the weapon, it began to spin away from him, the Darth likely thought that it was the Nameless One who had erred. In reality, while the fight wasn't going exactly according to plan, the Sith's counter response was within the parameters of the general concept.

So, as it became clear the attack on the saber staff would fail, and as Henry began to reverse the blade he had initially struck with, the Nameless One charged him. His hands being up on towards the opposite end on the blade, and the other end already coming around on the right, Henry would have had to turn and it would've been hard to defend against the charging Anzati that was inches away.

The Anzati charged with his body behind his right shoulder. The attack had three goals. The first was to prevent the saber staff from being able to strike him on his right side, the second was to knock Henry to the ground. The third was to cause additional damage via the wrist mounted saber being forced to burn into Henry by the act of colliding with him.

The sudden charge from the Anzat was very surprising actually, something he hadn't expected in a million years. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't nearly as smart as it was unique. The only real threat present was the wrist mounted lightsaber on the Sith's right arm, it coming forward towards Henry's body in conjunction with the Sith's movement.It was child's play to raise his left arm and bat the lightsaber up and away to his left, the phrik plate on his forearm protecting him from any damage. The sudden collision he was unable to avoid, however all it did was knock Henry slightly off balance and force him to slide his right foot back a couple inches to retain his balance. Being only inches away, and possessing no significant weight advantage over Henry himself, it simply wasn't possible to build up the required force to have any real impact.

As he did this, he still had his right hand remaining on his saberstaff in the same position on the right side of the weapon. Using his own body as a pivot, it was simple to continue the motion he had already started, thus continuing the revolution of the saberstaff to bring the left side into contact with his foe. Although Henry did lose some altitude as he'd lost his steadying hand on one side of the weapon, and the blade was now fixing to cut into Anzat just below the hip. It still had decent momentum behind it however, and as the Anzat had just squandered his one chance to block, there was almost no time to prevent the blue blade from removing both the other Sith's legs.
@Vinn Esper

As The Nameless One collided with Henry, and failed to move him, he bounced off and stepped back. He followed this up by hopping even further back as the the blue bladed saber staff swept towards his legs. Even so, the blade cut into his armor and burned his skin, even cutting into it. The cut wasn't nearly as damaging as the other Sith had intended.

It was enough to convince The Nameless One that he wanted no further part of this conflict. He had already suffered the loss of one limb, and the mental effects of very nearly losing two more had taken a powerful toll on his psyche.

The Nameless One began to circle the Sith why simultaneously backing away, trying to make himself harder to target. "You're days are numbered, and the number is small," The Nameless One said to Henry telepathically. He kept his weapons ready to defend himself and signs could be heard approaching in the distance.

Henry laughed and smirked openly as he watched the other Sith retreat, a smoking wound on the man's leg. Henry didn't bother following, simply standing up straight and crossing his arms in front of him. The fear, he could feel it, surging within the Anzat like a whale breaching the surface. The fight was over, and he'd been victorious once again. With a flick of his wrist, he deactivated his saberstaff and returned it back to his waist, though he kept a cautious hand on it just in case.

The Sith's words were personally hilarious, and Henry could feel his grin stretching his face as the words echoed in his head. Henry laughed again, calling out loudly. "Keep running wuss, just like with the Mando. Even if my number was called tomorrow, it wouldn't be you reaping it, now get lost loser. I have a job to do, one that I'm not running away from." Seriously, what did the man expect? Henry was someone who'd gladly pissed off Darths and Moffs like they were ten year old girls, he'd gladly waltzed into war zones and enemy temples like it was no ones business. Death threats were something he got everyday, from actual threats.

Speaking of actual threats, Ayindri probably needed him to carry stuff. Tossing a prissy little wave to the Anzat, Henry turned away and started walking towards the mansion. Unlike the other Sith however, his retreat left him completely open and was devoid of any caution whatsoever, although he was watching out behind him just in case. Not that he needed any caution, he'd already injured the Anzat and proven his superiority, he had no more to fear here. It was good to be the king.