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The streets of Nar Shaddaa always reminded Aska of Coruscant, despite the short amount of exposure she had had from it’s surface. Towering buildings, brightly coloured holo-boards, soaring speeders and almost every species in the known galaxy walking the multi-tiered platforms that went from the surface of the moon to the tops of the clouds. The biggest difference that the young woman was able to compare of the two civilizations was the god-awful smell. As she came close to the edge of the walkway, leaning on the railing and peering out over the industrial sector below, Aska took a couple steps back and covered her nose in a vain effort to protect herself from the aroma drifting up from below. Despite everything that may have taken place during her very short time on it’s surface, she missed Lothal. The quiet plains, the clean air and the lack of that toxic stench. It had been a few weeks since she had left Lothal behind, along with the dead pirates that her and the Sith had eliminated. Sith. It was a new word she had learned since she had arrived on Nar Shaddaa. One evening in her now favorite cantina, Deskar’s Place, she had met an old woman who told her stories of the Jedi Knights that now roam the galaxy in an effort to enforce peace and settle disputes of planetary governments, crime lords and even simple colonies alike. But with every faction that rises, another rises to face it and that faction was the Sith. If she listened to the old woman and took what she said at face value then the Sith were an entity that should be scourged from the galaxy and their teachings forgotten. It was hard for Aska to accept that, however. While Xath had not settled well with her, she didn’t believe he was what the old lady had claimed. She always could have been wrong, though.

The whistle along the platform sounded for three short bursts, signaling that it was shift change on the docks. With a sigh of relief, Aska made her way to the lockers to change out of her work gear and make her way to Deskar’s for a pint. Every day she worked here made her desperate for one by the time she was off duty. She had just stumbled across the job shortly after arriving and despite hating it, she was making enough money to buy a few changes of clothes, keep food on her table, and rent an apartment that could provide said table. Closing her locker after changing into her casual clothes, Aska strung the black leather jacket over her shoulder and made her way back out to the platform after clocking out. In the far-from-fresh air, she pulled a small package from the jacket pocket before flipping it open and pulling a cigarra out with her teeth and lighting it before replacing the pack in her jacket. It was a habit she had picked up at Deskar’s, though one she wasn’t proud of. Nevertheless, it made her feel good. Damn good. Like it was something she had always done.

The music at Deskar’s was exceptionally loud tonight, some small time bounty hunter had pulled off his first successful job and he was celebrating. No one was leaving the bar sober tonight, and that suited Aska just fine. As she was sitting at the bar, another cup was placed in front of her by the Besalisk bartender. Deskar Tong. Closest thing to a friend Aska had on the Smugggler’s Moon.

“From the show off again. He’s pretty adamant on getting your attention, Aska,” Deskar said with a smirk. “Just please don’t leave him here for me to clean up this time,” he continued, slapping the bar softly as he started to walk away. Aska chuckled and pulled the drink to her before lifting it up to her nose. Sweet smelling liquor, not her preferred choice though it was still exceptionally better than the smell of the air in this quadrant. Looking down the bar to see the young hunter smiling at her as he raised his own cup, Aska looked him dead in the eyes and began to slam the drink. Not once did she break stride and not once did she break her stare. Slamming the cup down, she raised her left hand and flipped the man off only finally giving him the smile he had hoped for from the beginning. Pushing back from the bar but remaining in her seat, she plucked another cigarra from her pack and lit it before turning her attention to the pod races on the display.

“Oh come on, is that really how you’re going to thank me?” Aska hadn’t noticed the drunk hunter had made his way over to her, pushing himself in next to her place at the bar and disgruntling the rather rough looking Selkath at his side.

“I think it was a perfectly reasonable response, actually,” Aska replied, not taking her attention away from the races. The hunter leaned on the bar and motioned for Deskar to come over before looking back to the woman.

“Oh please, you’d love a night with me. That’s a promise,” he attempted a coy smile but all Aska wanted to do was smash his head into the bar. Extending his hand, he held it there for a moment. “I’m Terrik, by the way. Terrik Deadshot, they call me,” he exclaimed, puffing his chest out slightly. Aska only allowed a momentary glance at his hand before returning to the display.

“I’m sure they do,” By now, Deskar had arrived. It was clear he had overheard the arrogance of Terrik and the look on his face showed exhaustion. He had seen this happen a couple times since Aska had arrived, and it hasn’t ended well for the man yet.

“Y’need something, Terrik?” Deskar asked as he took Aska’s empty glass. He met Aska’s eyes for a moment and caught the slight smirk she had given him before sighing and looking back to the hunter.

“Two shots of…. No, four shots of your best Correllian Rum! And replace the ladies drink, my good man!” Terrik said loudly for the people around him to hear before slapping the credits on the counter. While the people in the area simply ignored the obnoxious brag, Deskar simply hung his head slightly then nodded.

“I’ll get that for you right away,” Deskar replied before looking at Aska one more time. “And I’ll get the mop,” Aska couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. Terrik, however, simply raised an eyebrow before calling out after him.

“A mop?! What kind of rookie drinker d’ya think I am, Besalisk?!” he said with a laugh before returning his attention to Aska. “I’m a bounty hunter, y’know. I’m going to be joining the Guild very soon,” he bragged.

“Believe me, everyone here knows that already. You’ve made sure of that,” She just wanted him to go away, but she would let him buy a few more rounds before she crushed his heart. Or skull, whichever seems the most satisfying when the time comes.

“You almost sound jealous!” Terrik placed his gloved hand on her shoulder. Cringe. “What d’you do, gorgeous?” He came in too close for comfort.

“I’m a dock worker,” Aska replied plainly, shrugging her shoulder to have the man remove his hand. He complied begrudgingly.

“Yea, you’re definitely jealous,” Terrik said with a laugh as Deskar returned, placing the four shots and Aska’s glass before them. He met her gaze one last time, almost pleading her to not make his night more stressful than it already was with this fool in his bar before leaving to deal with his other patrons. Reaching for a shot, she picked it up and poured it back into her mouth as Terrik did the same.

“Jealous?” she replied through the burn of the rum before pulling the second shot towards her. “It doesn’t seem to me like there is much here to be jealous of,” Terrik, finally showing signs of losing interest in the woman, gave a much less coy smirk but one of simple arrogance.

“A dock worker like you? You wouldn’t last ten minutes out there. You know what, you probably wouldn’t even last five,” Aska finally gave this man her full attention as she turned in her chair and locked eyes with menace. Pulling the second shot up to her mouth and slamming it back down on the counter, she stood. He was slightly taller than her, but only by a couple inches.

“You don’t know a thing about me, Deadeye. You don’t know where I come from, or what I’m capable of. Maybe you should walk away before I make you regret speaking to me,” The threat was plain but Terrik took no heed.

“Listen to her, Terrik,” Deskar called from down the bar as he was cleaning a glass.

“Who say's I don't already? Look, you think you're hunter material? Why don’t you try it out?” Terrik said as he slapped a bounty puck down on the counter next to the shot glasses. “I’ve got another assignment. Easy job, actually. Mirialan woman named Kiriena Buli. Bail jumper. Pretty much just a catch and release, really. I’ll tell ya what. This is your’s. Prove you can do it and I’ll vouch for you in the guild,” Aska looked down at the puck before picking it up. It was heavier than it looked. Solid, too. “If you mess this up, though. You…” Terrik reached his hand back to Aska’s hip. ’Skull it is,’ she thought.

“Deal,” she replied before bringing the bounty puck up and slamming it into the side of Terrik’s face. He hit the ground hard, blood spilling from a gash beside his eye but quickly scrambled to get back up. He couldn’t, however, as Aska quickly brought her right foot around into his abdomen. And again. And again. Finally, the man stopped moving and instead groaned in excruciating pain. Aska turned back to the bar and saw Deskar bracing himself on the bar with his upper arms and hanging his head to the floor. Tossing a couple extra credits on the counter and grabbing the drink Terrik had bought for her, Aska waved with her free hand. “Sorry about the mess, Desk!” she stated before slamming the drink and resting the glass cup on the counter once again before leaving the bar.

“Aren’t you always,”
 
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The apartment was small, poorly lit and sparsely decorated but it was home, nevertheless. Aska slumped down on the beaten up couch in the corner of the single room dwelling and placed the bounty puck she had taken from Terrik on the table before her before plucking another cigarra from her jacket and activating the holo. The image glowed bright in the dark room, almost brighter than the light above the food refresher, and the form of this ‘Kiriena Buli’ span slowly for Aska to observe. There wasn’t much that seemed special or unique to this woman. She had the expected green skin of her species and multiple spotted tattoos that decorated the bottom of her jaw. Her hair seemed to be pulled back into a single braid that was brought over her shoulder, but it was an obvious fact that it was likely no longer like this should Aska successfully track this woman down. Turning her attention to the information that was detailed below the rotating image, Aska read carefully so as to not miss any details.


KIRIENA BULI, WANTED BY THE LOCAL AUTHORITIES OF ONDERON FOR EVADING AUTHORITIES AFTER BAIL ISSUED FOR THEFT AND ASSAULT CHARGES

FAMILY IS KNOWN TO LIVE ON NAR SHADDAA, POSSIBILITY SHE HAS GONE INTO HIDING UNDER THEIR CARE BUT THERE IS NO EVIDENCE OF HER LEAVING ONDERON

KNOWN ASSOCIATES ON ONDERON:

JEDGE TURIALON – COWORKER

TRAMARA GRE’KORA – COWORKER

DIV SEDONIAS – EMPLOYER

‘ZERO’ – ASSUMED FRIEND/ASSOCIATE


KNOWN ASSOCIATES ON NAR SHADDAA:

TUNDAR BULI – FATHER

MARA BULI – MOTHER

POL BULI – BROTHER



Onderon. Aska had never heard of this world, but it was clear to her that she would need to find a way there if she was going to take this seriously. While there was indication that she may very well be here on the Smuggler’s Moon, she doubted she would be so lucky as to be in the right place at the right time. Still, visiting the girl’s family while she was in the area was as good a place to start as any in the search for information. Butting out the cigarra in the ceramic bowl beside the holopuck, Aska stood and threw her jacket on before picking up the bounty information. Her next stop? Nar Shaddaa Security.
 

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Fiach had been to Nar Shaddaa before – to help the cause in dealing with the zombie horde that taken hold of the Smuggler’s Moon. It did not paint the streets in the best of lights, and many had said it had – in truth – made no difference.

But Fiach was someone that believed in making her own mind up about things, so had immediately volunteered for a mission to deliver some medical supplies. It also allowed her the chance to re-visit the mother and daughter she’d help save from not only zombies but a Hutt that had designs on making them his slaves.

So, work over, Fiach walked between the gaudy, neon-lit buildings that advertised products Fiach neither needed nor wanted. In fact, there were many she could not imagine anyone buying, but her Master always told her that not only did she live a sheltered life, but that she only saw the good in people. Not a flaw per se, but something to be mindful of.

She pulled the hood of her cloak over her head as she weaved in and out of the crowds. Nowadays she understood how she was able to pass through without so much as a small bump. The Force guided her movements and so subtle shifts and a dropped shoulder here or there was all that was needed to pass through the throng untouched.

She had to agree, as her nose still did not play ball and become numb to the awful odour, she sceptics were right.

It was as she mused this fact that her attention was drawn to a pickpocket in front of her. In fact, it was the Force that alerted her, but she got the message. He skilfully relieved a somewhat bloated and somewhat drunk docker of a pouch that looked as though it contained a month’s credits by the size of the bulge.

Walking past the drunken man, she whispered in his ear, “I’ll be back,” before following the thief into the bar.

The noise hit her like a hammer as she walked into what the sign promised was ‘Deskar’s Place.’ She managed the trick of sweeping the room without appearing to move her head and spotted the miscreant. Heading over to him, she considered using a Mind Trick, but she was – after all – a Padawan and decided not to attempt it. Instead, she bumped into him at the bar, flashed her pearly-white’s at him with a broad smile and a brief “Sorry,” before turning tail with the stolen pouch now in her own pocket.

She nodded at the Besalisk bartender as she exited and just before she left the establishment, she stopped. If the Force had nudged her for her attention before, right now it was giving her ribs a good kicking. Something was…well….something was. But Fiach had no idea if it was good, bad or something else entirely.

She closed her eyes and realised that the something was centred around a woman. Initially, she thought it might have been the bounty hunter – but quickly realised her mistake.

Fiach rushed outside and quickly found the drunk – in his present condition he hadn’t made much progress, and slipped his credits back into his pocket. Then she took up residence outside the bar and waited. What she was going to do, she had no idea, but her instincts told her this was the correct course of action.

Very soon, the woman left the bar and Fiach followed her at a safe distance. Once the woman reached what Fiach presumed was her apartment block, the young Padawan was once again unsure what to do. Follow her upstairs? And say what? Fiach had no issue with appearing foolish – but she would prefer to have a reason for knocking on the door. So she decided to wait opposite the apartment for the leather-jacketed woman to exit the building.

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Aska always found it unnerving how the difference between night and day on Nar Shaddaa was indistinguishable when she walked through the crowds. The streets never emptied, the traffic never slowed and the building’s blocked out any evidence of a system’s star lighting the moon’s atmosphere. The people of Nar Shaddaa literally seemed to never sleep, though many of the addicts in the sector she called home probably actually couldn’t recall the last time their heads had touched a pillow. However, she was allowing her mind to wander from the task at hand and knew it was time to pull her focus where she needed it most.

Pulling a cigarra from her jacket, Aska nudged her way through the crowd before the flow of people came to a stop. Sirens sounded and the lights of the local authority speeders were illuminating the faces of the civilians at the forefront of the sidelines. ’What happened now?’ Aska thought to herself as she ducked under arms and weaved her way to the front.

“Stand back,” A security droid stated as civilians continued to try to get far too close to the scene, but once Aska caught a glimpse of what had occurred it became obvious that this wasn’t the normal scuffle that would take place on the platform. Instead, three bodies laid on the ground in a pool of their own blood. Murder wasn’t an uncommon occurrence on Nar Shaddaa by any means but never-the-less, it was still something that drew people’s attention as it would anywhere. Something seemed off though. Each of the corpses had a smoldering blaster hole in their chests and while she wasn’t skilled in crime scene investigation by any means, it almost looked as though the shooter had attacked from above. A sniper perhaps? Not the typical method for eliminating someone on the moon…

Turning away and making her way through the crowd once more to continue to the depot of the Security Force, Aska couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched and considering what she had just witnessed, it was a feeling that put her on edge.
 

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Mozu hadn't had a contract in a bit and Nar Shadda always seemed the ideal place to lay low when he had down time. The moon was such a wash of beings that it was nearly impossible to find a person here if they truly didn't want to be found. Which was much the case for the assassin. He still had no doubt that his father was using every resource available to hunt him down. The thought didn't bother Mozu much, as good as his family was at ending life, Mozu and his sister had always been the crown jewels of the family. At any rate for the time being he'd wait for his next contract and enjoy some Zeltron gin while he could.

He tended to move around for his drinking needs, never visiting the same cantina more than a few times before he moved on to another. Tonight he'd decided to try Deskar's, a relatively small watering hole frequented by the workers of this sector. He was told it was usually pretty quiet but that was definitely not the case tonight. Seemed that some bounty hunter had completed his first mark. He sighed a bit as he drank his gin, to him bounty hunters were just assassin's without the style.

The hunter of course seemed to be keen to blow every credit he just earned on drinks, typical. He also seemed keen to push drinks onto a human woman. Hmm this woman seemed different somehow. She was clearly not interested in the man, but didn't shrink away like most would, hell from her posture and the way she reacted he expected that any moment she would put the hunter on the ground...and he wouldn't get up. He kept watching the pair, as their drama was far more interesting than the various sports and racing on the holoscreens right now.

Before long their "talk" seemed to turn heated and the hunter slammed a bounty puck onto the bar and then Mozu caught something the hunter said. The words "Mirialan woman". The pair had Mozu's curiosity but now they had his attention. The chance was 1 in karking 100 billion, but there was a chance his father had gotten so frustrated he just put out bounty on his sister. His thought was broken as the female, as he predicted, put the poor hunter on the floor and the insured that he indeed wouldn't get up. She then slipped out and after a second, Mozu followed. He noted her direction and slipped down a side alley and using the various pipes and outcroppings quickly scaled the side of a building and started to follow her, keeping to the rooftops.

She eventually entered an apt complex and it was at this point Mozu realized he was in for a bit of a wait. He kept his eyes trained on the entrance and eventually she exited. The Mirialan kept up with her and watched as she found her way to a crime scene. Curious he hadn't heard any blaster fire, but from the look of the corpses, the murder had taken place at least an hour or 2 ago. Didn't much matter to the assassin. He just wanted to get a look at the girls mark, he had to know if it was his sister.

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Why was Fiach here? OK…wrong question. She knew why she was on Nar Shaddaa. But why was she here right now, in this spot? She was not so much asking herself as the Force. And what has it to do with this woman? Fiach did not sense she was Force sensitive, but as a Padawan, her abilities in this field were rudimentary.

She was so engrossed in having a one-way conversation with the Force that she almost missed the girl slip out of her apartment block. Fiach followed at a safe distance. If nothing else, this was practice in tailing someone. And either the feeling of the need to engage with the woman would ebb, or something would happen to explain her need to follow her.

As she walked, she made a mental note to speak to the woman – when they finally did speak – about the cigarra habit. Again, she was so focused that she almost missed the sirens and lights until she was on top of them. ‘Focus on the here and now,’ she chided herself.

Three dead. All shot in the chest. Professional? And given the entry wound, a shot from a distance and a height. Definitely professional which meant a motive. And was the woman implicated, or was this a coincidence. Fiach did not believe in coincidences.

Aware that her focus was once more misplaced, she looked around to see the woman had vanished.

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The feeling of eyes digging into Aska's back grew stronger and stronger with each step she took, each turn she ducked down to try and ease her mind. It was possible that she was simply becoming paranoid the longer she remained on Nar Shaddaa but her instinct told her that she was right. Most likely it was the bounty hunter Terrik though when she had left him, he was in no shape mentally or physically to be tracking someone for revenge or even to simply prevent her from actually completing his assignment. The motive was there, that much she knew, but he couldn't do this himself at least for a few more hours.

As Aska walked the street, her hood covering the back half of her head, she took a drag off her cigarra before dropping it to the ground as she came to a stop. Turning her body slightly as she stepped on the still burning butt, she was able to catch a peak of what was behind her while doing her best to make it appear otherwise. It was then that she had spotted a young woman in brown and tan robes that seemed to be watching her, following her even. 'What do we have here?' she thought to herself before continuing on her way. Beneath her own cloak, Aska subtly placed her hand on the grip of her SE-45 before turning into the dark alley on her left and immediately came to a stop. Turning back to face the turn she had just took, she pulled the weapon from it's holster and held it ahead of her and aimed it into the sky but was prepared to bring the barrel down to head level with whoever followed her into a dead end alley. If she was being paranoid, then she would remain alone. However if someone was following her, trying to explain why they turned into an alley that went no where would be difficult.

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The girl moved passed the scene on the street and kept walking. He followed, slipping between air conditioner units and water filter systems as he moved from rooftop to rooftop. It appeared the girl hadn't seen the assassin yet, good. He tracked her through the crowd, almost losing her a few times in the throng of beings but managed to keep her in his sights. He hoped this little detour was going to be worth his time.

The girl eventually stopped, seemingly putting out the cigarra she'd been smoking but Mozu knew that move. She suspected something was up. Mozu pressed himself against a piece of machinery and peeked down...she didn't look up so here trick hadn't been for his benefit. He scanned the crowd then, was someone else tailing this woman. He couldn't get a cleat bead on anyone in the crowd, too many people. His vision went back to the girl and he saw her duck into an alley. Smart, if she was being followed, she'd either lose the tail or force them into the open. Mozu moved again and waited peeking down from the roof to the right of the girl, but remaining hidden. He'd see how this would play out before making any other moves.

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Fiach closed her eyes and connected deeply with the Force.

Nothing.

Whatever had prompted her to take such a keen interest in the woman had abated. Shrugging her shoulders, she wondered if she’d imagined the whole thing and began the walk to her original destination – the apartment of the mother and child she’d help rescue what felt like a lifetime ago.

As she did, the sensation returned. Except it was different now. Last time, she’d felt the Force in some way focus her attention on one person. This time it was a general uneasy feeling. Which was often the way she found the Force working. It was better than no help – but only just. Sure, it gave specific guidance in life or death situations, and so she trusted in it implicitly on those occasions, never second guessing. But now?

She sighed audibly and imagined she was sparring. Her preferred Form was Soresu. And as if the unseen challenge was an adversary, she put her actions in the hands of the Force. So, she walked forwards until she reached an alley to her left. Without thinking she turned into it before realising it was a dead-end. Berating the Force, or rather her blind obedience to it, she stood there, wondering why on earth she’d taken this turning.

She stood there, silhouetted against the bright lights in the street behind her and, without thinking, she looked up.

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Aska waited, her breathing slowed and her eyes strained from the lack of blinking. Each second felt longer than the last as her patience began to wear thin with no one following her into the alley as she had expected, but in her gut she knew she wasn't wrong. Someone was tailing her, she simply knew it. Easing her grip slightly on the pistol with each finger in succession before tightening her grasp once more, she began to contemplate returning to the street when the sound of foot steps approaching finally echoed slightly around her. Was this the same woman she had seen moments ago? Perhaps, and perhaps not. If not, she would need to think fast as she may be about to pull a weapon on a dangerous individual that would be less than appreciative of her actions.

Just then the young woman walked passed Aska slightly and the attire confirmed to her that this was the woman she had been suspicious of. Anxiety was replaced with determination as her eye's gaze turned sharp, narrowing in on the back of the young woman's head. Lowering her SE-45 and placing the barrel firmly into her target's neck, Aska pushed the safety off with a soft 'click'.

"Can I help you?" she said firmly. Her finger remained on the trigger. She could end this interaction in a fraction of a second if her suspicions continued to prove to be true and this woman proved to be a threat.

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It didn't take long for somebody to follow the girl into the alley. He had to suppress a chuckle as it seemed the other being had fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book. Well, either that or the tracker was extremely confident in their abilities. He froze suddenly. He wasn't sure but it seemed like the person had looked up. He should be in shadow from the lights on the street and with his shawl pulled up he'd be hard to make out as long as he didn't move a muscle.

After a moment though he didn't need to worry about as the girl he'd been following pressed her blaster right into the neck of the other person, who now Mozu could just make out was another human female, a bit on the younger side though. As soon as he was sure her attention was on the situation presented to her he ducked his head back and pulled his own blaster. He wasn't sure how things were about to play out in the alley below, but worse come to worse he could always just pull the karking bounty puke off either of their corpses. He didn't want it to come to that if it didn't need to...but he had to know....had to know if he could finally see his sister again.

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Fiach’s eyes never deviated from the part of the roof she felt inclined to look at initially. Why? There were in fact a number of reasons that were driving her behaviour.

Life at the Order was not just about learning about the Force. Her Master was keen she became a more rounded individual and she learned many skills associated with the life of a Jedi. Obviously, tailing a suspect was one she was a real novice at – but observation could be considered more of a forté. The human brain and eyes acted in tandem, and were genetically developed to react to movement. So, keeping your head and eyes still allowed you to spot movement, far more effective at spotting someone or something than a sweeping gaze.

The second factor was no fear of death. It was an odd thing to many, but in truth, Fiach was a pragmatist. She knew she would die one day – and join the Force – only the date was, as yet, undetermined. Not that she wanted to pass on, and she definitely believed that an alive Jedi would be more useful than a dead one.

The final influence was in truth a blend of aspects. Naïvety was certainly in the mix, the fact she trusted the Force was another – for it had brought her here after all.

So, the cold nuzzle of the muzzle pressed against her neck neither alarmed nor distracted her.

“I suspect so,”
Fiach responded, her voice calm and assured. “Ideally you could tell me why I should be so interested in your movements and also, have you noticed anyone else following you?”

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As the young woman spoke with such an ease that would even settle an agitated rancor, Aska hadn't realized that her jaw dropped slightly as she raised an eyebrow in response. This woman had a blaster pushed into the soft spot where her neck met her head and didn't so much as flinch. It definitely was not the reaction Aska had expected. Gritting her teeth, she pushed the weapon harder against the woman's neck.

"Uh... what? You want me to explain to you why you're following me? Are you high?!" Who was this woman? Perhaps she was right, after all. Maybe this woman was being coy and hinting at her stalking her for Terrik, but she didn't seem like the average scum of Nar Shaddaa. No, she was something greater than that but the air around her even seemed more noble than a Core-World Senator. Then again, maybe she was just insane. Wouldn't be the first time a lunatic had crossed Aska's path over the last few weeks. Only then did the woman's final words register, however.

"Anyone else? What, you have a partner too?" Aska cringed. Where was this other stalker? The woman had been looking upward at the roof of one of the shorter structures but as Aska scanned the area, she saw nothing. Returning her attention to the woman, Aska turned her head slightly toward's her shoulder to see passed the woman's blonde hair and see the left side of her face. "Who are you?"
 

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Damnit....now they were both kriffing looking at him. They both still seemed to be scanning the roof but neither indicated that they had seen him yet. Though if he didn't move it was only a matter of time until their eyes adjusted to the dim light and saw him regardless. He sighed to himself and simply resigned himself to being noticed at this point. He moved swiftly and nimbly vaulted over the roof's ledge, grabbing a pipe on his way down to slow his descent enough to not break anything. As he landed he rolled to absorb the remaining shock of the fall and came up blaster drawn on the older girl.

"Alright, guess I'll have to do this hard way, drop the gun and tell me the name of the Mirialan on that bounty puck!" He stayed knelt down ready to fire or move if need be, but for for better worse this was now a stand off. He didn't really care if she decided to shoot the girl that'd been tailing her, but he preferred that not be an outcome. If only to avoid attention or the authorities getting involved. Whatever happened, it was now the girls move.

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Fiach’s head never moved and her eyes remained fixed on a single point. As she listened, she punctuated the conversation with the occasional word.

“Yes,” she offered when asked if she was expecting the woman to answer her question and, “No,” to the query if she was on drugs. Fiach took the questions seriously and answered honestly — it seemed the sensible thing to do. Oh, and not to antagonise the woman. Force or no Force, avoiding death if the trigger was pulled would be a near impossibility.

“And no, I don’t have a partner, do you?”

Aware the woman was now scanning the roof, Fiach remained still before the attention was once again back on her. “I am Fiach Dubh.” Again it was honest and Fiach hoped what the woman wanted to hear. In her experience too many people became frustrated when given the answer to the question they asked — not the question they meant to ask. And Fiach was no mind-reader…not yet, anyway.

Which was when her eyes spotted the movement and in a split second there was a third member of the conversation. Maybe this was what the Force had in mind? To save the woman’s life. Or his. Or both of them?

Fiach stifled a sigh…why was it always so inscrutable?

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Everything was happening so fast and Aska was struggling to keep up. Only a short time ago she was enjoying a few drinks after her shift and now she was in a three way stand off with two strangers, one of whom literally jumped from the roof tops and had his blaster pointed directly at her. Even more frustrating was that the young woman, Fiach, hadn’t even flinched at the second pursuer.

“What the hell is going on here?” Aska demanded with a whispered hiss. How did this man know about the bounty puck? Who was this emotionless woman? Maybe Aska was in over her head, after all. She hadn’t even gotten anywhere near this Mirialan woman’s family before the entire situation exploded and began to contemplate backing off but once she was able to get a good look at the new male’s face, she recognized him to also be Mirialan. Was this her mark’s brother?

“Are you…” Aska began, keeping her weapon trained on Fiach but watching the newcomer as best she could with her peripheral vision. “Is your name Pol Buli?” Rotating her right foot slightly, slowly to try and avoid the man’s attention. “I’m looking for a woman named Kiriena Buli. She got herself into some trouble on Onderon and I’m trying to help her out but I need to know where to look to find her,” She continued without waiting for a response. Hopefully a little white lie would prove helpful…
 

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Mozu simply sighed and stood, blaster still trained on pair but he obviously relaxed. "Name's not Pol and I've never heard of anybody named Kiriena." He shook his head, not at the 2 women, but at himself. He couldn't believe he'd let himself get so worked up over what was essentially nothing. The assassin simply kept his eyes on them for now. "Sorry to crash your little party. I don't know what you 2 have going on, but let's just say it's none of my business...if you don't make it my business. I'm happy to just back outta here and let you 2 have at it and we'll all look back on this and karking laugh someday."

The trained eyes of Mozu of course caught the girls subtle movement, but he didn't react to it. He figured she simply wanted more options if bolts started flying. "So what's it gonna be bounty hunter?" He was still not amused that he'd managed to find himself in this situation. Hell, he only only just now realized he didn't even have his helmet on. They of course say his face but for now, they didn't have a name to put to it so it didn't much matter to the assassin.

Whatever the response was he would start to slowly edge himself away from the pair, but something caught the assassin's eye. At first he didn't realize what it was, but after a moment his years of training and experience screamed that it could only be one thing; the glint of light off a sniper scope. The assassin couldn't tell the distance with a quick glance and figured he only had a second or two max to act now. He didn't know the two women, hell had no reason to warn them at all; but Mozu was a professional and it was just bad form to shot somebody in the karking back. With a growl he shouted to the girls, "Get down sniper!" As soon as the words left his mouth a blaster shot echoed through the streets.

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Fiach half-closed her eyes and concentrated. There was a lot of data and she was keen to understand how it all fitted together – assuming it did…and Fiach never assumed.

Was the woman bluffing or was the newcomer? Or were they both telling the truth? This was not the time or the place to practice using the Force to infiltrate someone’s thoughts.

She turned the information she had so far over and over in her mind, considering various permutations and…came up with nothing. She was here because she listened to the Force – and she refused to believe it had led her astray. So, she waited patiently for the scenario to unfold. After all, what choice did she have, with the gun still embedded in her neck.

Which was precisely when the man issued his warning.

Instinctively Fiach did two things simultaneously. Firstly she ducked, as instructed and hoped the woman behind her did the same – and pointed the muzzle of the gun somewhere else just in case! And she threw up a protective Force barrier too – big enough to protect the woman behind her, if she remained close to her. She had been trained – by arguably the best the Order had to offer – but she was still a Padawan and her control and power was way behind her teacher’s level.

Would it be enough to deflect a blaster bolt? Who knew? Well, they were most likely about to. Very, very soon.

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Aska knew there was more at play here than she understood but found herself struggling in making the connections. A gut feeling demanded that she believed Terrik was going to try and reclaim the bounty from her. She had, after all, embarrassed the pride filled hunter in a crowd he had been desperate to impress, albeit impressing strangers for the satisfaction of feeling superior indicated he was a weak man with inadequacy issues. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to believe that the man would take after her himself, would he? The blow to the side of his face she had delivered felt pretty severe and likely would have swollen his eye shut, yet on the other hand, he was far too intoxicated to make rationale decisions.

“Get down! Sniper!”

The words had no opportunity to be absorbed before the sound of a rifle rang out across the platform and the alley was filled with a red light. Aska stepped back, away from Fiach, finding herself back into the cover she had utilized to ambush the second woman. The Mirialan man had escaped her attention but her original pursuer was still directly ahead of her and Aska watched as she moved like the current of a river to evade any danger while bringing her hands up and held ahead of her, palm outward toward their unseen attacker. Logically, that should have been it for Fiach. The blaster should have found it’s home in her chest but was instead dissipated into thin air mere feet ahead of the woman’s hands.

“Jedi…” Aska muttered to herself. So the stories were true, after all. “Okay,” Aska said with a sarcastic and slightly panicked tone. “This is getting out of hand!” The second statement came out louder than it had been intended and was met with a booming voice from the street.

“Did y’hear that? She’s still alive! Come on, boys! Let’s finish this!”

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Of course the kriffing Jedi had to involved in this somehow. As he moved to cover he saw what should have been a fatal shot to the blond seem to hit some kind of invisible wall or shield as she threw up her hands. Just his luck. He wasn't on especially bad terms with the Jedi, but he assumed they didn't care much for professional killers.

Mozu had to agree with the non-Jedi, this had escalated too quickly, and of course now they were going to have to deal with thugs on top of a sniper, perfect. He quickly scanned further down the alley, there was definitely more cover and more shadows. "Fall back, we can take them in the alley, we've gotta shake that sniper! Move I'll cover you, go!" He pivoted out of cover in a crouch and fired 3 shots past the pair of women, at what he could now see were at 6 beings charging the alley. Damn he wished he had his helmet, the heat vision would be perfect now but he'd have to make do.

His shots only grazed one Kiffar chick as the gang charged the trio, blasters blazing. He was forced back into cover by the wild bolts that came his way and he hoped he'd bought the two girls time to find cover. He honestly didn't even know why he was helping the 2 women at this point. Maybe it was out of desire to prevent one more mindless street shooting, or maybe it was because he doubted anybody was going to question his presence here before blasting first. Either way he figured he was stuck in now, in for a cred in for a pound.

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