High Noon in Mos Eisely

[Thorn]

Word reached the Dark Jedi very quickly. They had made sure of such things. News of Jedi walking around Mos Eisley had gone from follower to follower until reaching the three. This wasn't good for their plans, but they would discuss how to make it better. They all sat in a room, each wearing a mix between Sith, and Jedi clothing. They cared little for either, caring more for power. They had come here for just that reason.

"How should we handle this? We can't let these two Jedi interrupt our plan to find the relics." One of them said, a female twi'lek, referring to the Sith holocrons they had all heard were on the planet somewhere. They didn't necessarily need three people for such a thing, but none of them trusted the other with the power these holocrons promised.

"We will start by trying to observe them. We can't assume they are here for us. Better to be smart, than rash, and end up creating issues for ourselves." Another said, a male human. He was the "brains" of the group, and the strongest of them, though the other two foolishly believed they were stronger.

"Wise choice of action, but why not just kill them now and be done with it?" The last said, another male human. He was the hot head of the group, and enjoyed the fighting, and using his power to subject people.

"Because we have no knowledge if there are any other Jedi in the area. If we kill these two, and a ship of ten are in orbit, then we made matters worse." The wiser one said, the twi'lek nodding in agreement.

"I say bring it on! I could take twenty Jedi." The rash one said, showing his ignorance. He was younger than the other two, and still had much to learn.

"We will see..." The twi'lek said, before they continued to speak on what to do.

 

[DeathToll]

Virzivil continued, wading through the crowds as he waded through the Force. While they walked, he would enjoy the moment with this Padawan. For, if the good moments in life could not be enjoyed, then there was no meaning in suffering the bad.

"Ssso, Padawan Sssebassstian."

Virzivil spoke to the Padawan behind, yet with a forward facing and ever watchful gaze upon the world about them.

"While we look for these three lossst sssoulss, it isssh no crime to get to know one another."

Virzivil angled a shoulder forward to allow traffic to feed easily past him, speaking loud enough for the Padawan to hear behind him and with all the noise of the busy streets.

"How goes your training thusss far?"

They were almost to the Cantina, and the high level in clarity with which the Councilor spoke; it was a wonder the entire galaxy didn't know these two Jedi were here and looking for three dark Jedi.

 

[Crackerjack Bohemian]

His speech was slow yet articulate regardless of the accent. Sebastian assumed the Councilor was enhancing his speech through the force as they made their way through the crowded streets. The Jedi Master moved gracefully through the mass of people as well, as simple as it was, it was fascinating to observe.

He silently agreed with his first statement and listened intently to the second. He paused for a second, thinking of what to say and making sure he understood the Master's words. "It goes well, Master Councilor. I'm learning quite a bit from her in a short period of time," he praised his Master. "She understands how to apply her knowledge through many facets."

This place was dirty. And though it was so, most of the patrons of this city seemed to be enjoying themselves. The rest, however, looked begrudged to be in such a slum. But business was high in these such places and their chances of relocating with success was slim.

The Cantina looked equally as desperate, or just depraved. He'd never left the Jedi temples often, so this behavior among sentients was somewhat surprising to him. He caught each glare that came his way and he even flinched with fear of some of the creatures he saw. He wasn't as seasoned as he initially thought he was but he didn't let this insecurity show on his face. Instead he tried to stand strong with the Master with whom he accompanied.

 

[HunterOrdo]

Traven stared for a long time at the green skirt not sure if his Master was serious or not. "I.." He said lost for words. If he wore that.. No, he could not even bare to think about such a thing. If she picked for him.. he was not even sure what he would look like.

He glanced over the various sections of clothing not sure half of what was what. Clothing seemed so.. tedious. He paused and picked out a pair of tan pants with far too many pockets for its own good, a small belt, and a plain green shirt. He had always enjoyed the color green. His lightsaber was green, the plants in the Room of a Thousand Fountains were the same shade of green.. save for those strange exotic plants.

"These?" He said questioningly as he held them up for her to see.

 

[Master Maverick]

She almost burst out laughing as she observed his face. However, she kept with the joke and wore a more than serious face as she held up the skirt. As he picked out his clothes, finally, she looked back to the counter and noticed Momaw there with a small pile of tan and brown native Tatoonian clothing on the counter with Momaw's large hands over it.

The Ithorian waited, shooting a playfully stern glare at Ayva, who shot back an innocent fact, which cause Momaw to stifle a booming chuckle as she couldn't sustain her glare. Ayva chuckled as well as she turned back to the boy holding up an outfit.

"You have good taste," she smiled, mostly because she was still laughing at the silent joke that was just shared.

Ayva walked over to the counter, motioning for Traven to follow and put his things up there. "Nothing for you, Ayva?" The Ithorian's booming voice was a clear baritone, but one could tell it was female.

"Not at the moment. Perhaps I shall be back later. I did see a few things that seemed promising," she replied as the Ithorian started adding up the prices.

For 3 whole outfits, new clothes, not the hand-me-downs that were in the back, it was only 70 credits. Ayva took out 100, and paid the Ithorian giving her a stern look as though they had done this a thousand times.

In reality, it might as well have been as such. Ayva always paid more than she needed to. The shop wasn't running out of business, but they were friends and she didn't mind giving a little extra. It all came back, though. There were some clothes in the far back that Momaw saved especially for her. Ayva knew this and that is what she referred to when she was adding the prices.

Ayva handed Traven's clothes to him, telling him, "Go and change. The fitting room is straight back on your left." She pointed as she gave him the directions. It would do well for him not to be out too long looking like a run-of-the-mill Jedi.

When he left, she would talk to Momaw about why they were hear and try to gather any information she could about these Dark Jedi. Surprisingly, or not depending at how you look at it, Momaw knew quite a bit more than Ayva would have expected.

 

[DeathToll]

"Knight Ssstarfall isssh an exemplary Jedi. I am sssure that, under her guidanccce, you will become a great rolemodel to many Jedi after you; and even before you."

They passed a small boiled looking alien with thinnly fanged teeth on the right, selling dangling amphibians. A small group of tall yellow skinned and completely armored mercs passed on the left, one eying Sebastian intently. Set up on the left side, just before reaching the exterior of the cantina, was a dried foods dealer. For those both leaving and entering the cantina, the booth was getting a lot of attention. Combined with these as well as the natural thick flow of traffic, Virzivil needed to almost predict where the chaotic minds were headed - they themselves not even quite sure.

They had reached the main entrance, and to no one's surprise, there was no guard or even working weapons sensor. A two-paneled sensor was built into the entrance on either side, yet did not glow as they passed through; it had no doubt been disabled for decades if not centuries. There was a few gathered in talking who shot some glares at the two Jedi, as even they were not used to seeing them ever so obvious.

The music blared, yet the scene was rather bland compared to the bumping speakers on full. A live band was attempting to keep the crowd's attention, though not as talented as they used to be; as well, too reliant on the boosted synthetic background that basically drowned out their noise as tolerable. Patrons carried on in friendly banter, yet the hour was early and it was obviously the slower time of business. Still, this seemed also a good time for lawless connection, which was clear when some business ventures were cut short in avoidance of the two Jedi who just walked in. These few left in a hurry, but most carried on. Some booths were open, though many were full, and the bar top was more than half filled with a few gaps here and there.

Virzivil took a deep breath as he look around.

"Well, Padawan Sssebassstian. What sssay we begin the interrogationsss.."

Virzivil was not the most skilled in humor, and by no means attempted at most oportunities for it; as he was usually tickled by the simpler things. But here, he was a little more serious. They needed to find out what they could and they needed everybody to know. If the dark Jedi were already here, then they'd find out about two Jedi very quickly; if not, then nearly so. The question was how to safely navigate the cantina. Virzivil thought it best, at least for now, to stick close to the Padawan.

"Thosse gentlement look aware."

He pointed to two grungy looking men, staring right at them, frozen in their jaw-dropped disbelief that two Jedi could look so obvious. Holding their drinks in two long colored glasses, unable to partake of their concoctions in this moment as they banter new jokes to each other, their heads lowered with exacterbated expressions as they await the inevitable.

As Virzivil lowered his hand again, his heavy sleeve slid down past it. He stepped down the two small entrance steps and into the main room, slowly pacing towards the men. These men were not alone in their behavior, but some eyes amidst the bar were somewhat more sinister.

"Excusse me. I'm looking for three dark Jedi."

 

[HunterOrdo]

Good taste? Traven had honestly just picked what he saw other kids wearing in the streets.. He wasnt sure what was good taste and what wasnt. Fashion had never been his strong point.. but he could not think of many Jedi that were.

He was not really paying attention to what they were saying to eachother instead watching out the window as people walked past. It was strange to see so many people with so many things to do. Coruscant was almost like this, but there was so many people on Coruscant that many times it seemed like nobody knew anything about what they were doing.

He stopped and looked back just as she told him to change. Traven nodded and carried his clothes with him to the small closet.. room.. thing. He was not sure what it was. It was simply a strange little room-thingy.

He hastily changes his clothes finding the new clothes to not be as comfortable as his Jedi clothing. It was more constricting.. and he felt strange, but it wasnt uncomfortable just different. Really different.

He exited the room, and waited in the main store room with his robes draped over his arm, waiting until she said it was time to go.

 

[Crackerjack Bohemian]

Sebastian wasn't surprised by the Master's high words of his own Master Knight. He seemed a very positive person and one to charity compliments as if it was his occupation of co-ruling the Jedi Order. Regardless, he felt better about being the apprentice of Ayva Starfall. His words were not far from truth and Sebastian would nod gently to his description.

The cantina was musky. These aliens clearly did not bathe often, however, he couldn't help but smell his own odor. His was suffocated under the alcohol and drugs nonetheless. He also found it difficult to see through the criminal-enduced smog floating in the heavy air of Tatooine's humidity.

Master Virzivil's forwardness threw Sebastian a bit. His terminology also concerned him. He hesitantly followed the elder, disregarding the stares about his person. He may have seemed larger, but Sebastian felt quite small compared to his senior in the Order.

Again, Sebastian grew more weary of his surroundings as he asked the thugs of rogue Jedi. Though the Master's words were light and gentle, there was a harshness now that he could hear. It scared him.

 

[Master Maverick]

As Traven made his way back, he would hear Ayva's conversation with the Ithorian drawing to a close. "Thank you Momaw, I really do appreciate it. If time permits, I shall be back before we depart. If not, then I will be back at some point. I have been quite busy as of late, so I'm not sure when that will be. I will make time if I have to."

She smiled deeply to her old friend as she turned to watch as Traven approached. He would noticed as he returned, Ayva had acquired a backpack in order to carry their belongings. She would remove it and reach out her hand for Traven's clothes, which she would put in the pack which carried the disguises for Sebastian and Master Axgar.

With this, she looked over her padawan. He looked all the world for a native Tatoonian, except for his soft skin and braid showing his status as an Apprentice. This could be seen as just something he liked to do with his hair, however. Regardless, he wouldn't draw attention to them any longer. Now, only she, with her height, would receive looks, but there were far uglier species on this planet that her, so it wouldn't mean much.

She bowed to Momaw and waited for Traven to do the same before bidding her farewell as they exited the shop. They would continue making their way west, where she could faintly sense the Master and her Apprentice. She hoped they hadn't gotten into too much trouble already.

 

[DeathToll]

"What...?"

One of the men completely took offense of the Councilor's wording. Like he was supposed to know what a goddamn 'dark jedi' was. And why should he care?

"I sssupposse not..."

Virzivil threw away that last comment to Sebastian, rebutling his earlier statement of how them men looked aware. Turning almost immediately, it was as if the Councilor didn't even care for an answer. He looked to another man within a group nearby and began moving towards him. This man, who once was laughing like the others, lost his happy thought as his face slumped to a very angry one.

"Exxcusse me. Have you sssseen three dark Jedi?"

The last man in question didn't seem to be quite finished with the pale-green Khil, slapping a hand onto Virzivil's shoulder and gripping his robes into a dirtied fist.

"Hey!! I asked you a question!"

The two with him didn't seem too happy. One set his glass down, and the other simply let go to let it drop and shatter onto the floor. They both had nasty looks on their faces. Yet, all around, everybody else seemed to be loving the show.

 

[Crackerjack Bohemian]

Out of a false sense of responsibility and pride acted in a foolish manner. Though he is protective of his allies and friends, Sebastian has the tendency to protect those who need not protection. But since his guard was heightened, he only reacted out of reflex, this not far from his previous mission of fighting in a war.

"Please sir, keep your composure as you speak to the Prime Envoy Jedi Councilor," he introduced the Light Side Master in the formal manner he tends to voice.

The light blue blade lit across the neck of the man who physically threatened his Master Councilor. His chest puffed with the misplaced pride he exuded. Though this could be mistaken for confidence, his status as a Jedi exceeded those of this pub, regardless.

It was faint, but he could begin to feel the Force move through this place. The Force was heavy and constricting. The alien bounty hunters and smugglers had their suspicions up and senses heightened. This created the feeling of density in the air.

 

[DeathToll]

"What da hell is a Prime Enva-"

The man's ridiculing speach was cut short with the extending of the blue beam. Yet, due to this course of action, nearly the whole of the bar lifted into an agressive stance all at once. One alien in particular, just off this man's left, spoke more freely without a lightsaber to his throat.

"Hey! Prima Ballerina! Call off yer kid slave or shit from a tube!"

The man, along with most every other mercenary in the bar tugged at their guns. Virzivil turned in towards the man to face Sebastian, thus casually shirking away his shoulder and pressing the other into that wrist to free himself from the man's grip; but the Councilor payed him no attention, looking kindly to the Padawan.

"It'sssh alright, my friend. Thank you."

Virzivil then compassionately turned to the man with the blue beam at his throat, tending a hand softly onto Sebastian's and angling the beam away safely.

"The fault was mine for not finissshing with thisss gentleman. It ssseemss he may know of whom we ssseek."

The man tipped his head back, regaining some of his composure as the rest of the bar settle; if only slightly. All were on edge. It was clear to Virzivil that word of their presence had preceeded them, and they knew something.

"Listen, kid. You try that again and I'll-"

"It'sssh quite alright."

Virzivil's hand waved subtely and strangely.

"We're all friendss here."

"We're all friends here."

The man repeated Virzivil's words with a zombie-like obedience. The men to either side of him looked to each other and back, absolutely confused.

"We were just looking for any information regarding three newcomerss to thisss area, of the most sssinissster nature."

The bar full of alien tough-guys looked around, completely baffled at the Councilor's verbage; stumped as to why the pale-green Khil was still breathing.

Virzivil waved his hand again, two fingers circling over the third.

"Tell usss what you know."

"I'll tell you what I know. The three you are looking for have made it clear to be on the lookout for anyone suspicious and to tell them if anyone came looking for them."

Virzivil's head lifted back. He had not expected the fallen Jedi to have prepared this much. In this moment, Virzivil realized that he had been noticed more than he first realized. Were all these men assembled just to keep himself and Sebastian busy? Or worse, to kill them?

 

[Thorn]

The three fallen Jedi had decided on a course of action. They would lay below the radar, influencing events to see what was the right path to take. This wasn't a unanimous decision, the rash human still wanting to fight the Jedi and be done with it. He, however, knew better to attempt to do so alone, he was proud, and loved fighting, but he wasn't that dumb.

After deciding this, they all broke off to the separate areas of their hideout. It was a old building that they had willingly taken when given the chance. The fact that they killed the owner, and his workers to get the building was beside the point.

Only the Twi'lek didn't go to where she normally stayed, instead deciding it best to stay informed. She hated these male human "companions", but now she would need them. They were beneath her, and she would use them as pawns to her schemes. When she walked to her typical meeting spot, a small side alley, for the first relay, she stood in a dark corner, the darkness hiding all signs of her. Then, pulling out a comlink, she voiced the code on an agreed channel. Shortly after, a man walked up standing near the entrance, and facing away from her.

"What have you heard?" she asked, staying in the shadows so the voice seemed to come from nowhere.

"There is reports they went to a bar... One of our informants was there. Other than that we don't know anything." The man said, speaking low enough people wouldn't hear him very well, but loud enough that she would.

"One of our informants were there... and yet you never thought these Jedi could get this "informant" to "inform" them about us?" She asked, a venom behind her words.

"This man was loyal, he wouldn't betray me." The man retorted, calmly ignoring the Fallen Jedi's tone.

"Fool! Jedi have the ability to get info that even the most loyal normally wouldn't reveal. You are lucky we need your sources or you would be dead this second." She said, yelling the first word. This was not good for there plans. If the Jedi had found out anything, and were after them, then they would know for sure they were here. This would need to be reported to the others, though she thought they lacked the skill to handle this issue. It wouldn't matter, they would be dead either way this went, and she would have all the power.

Back in the hideout, the wiser human was mediating. It was something he hadn't yet unlearned from being a Jedi. While it no longer brought him peace, it allowed him to think much more clearly on the issues at hand. The other two didn't understand the much "finer" aspects of life. He, however, did, and when he got the power they were after, he would make it his. Then, he would follow in the steps of Palpatine, and rule the galaxy. The world was meant to be forced to understand things how he did. If he had to kill thousands to do so, so be it.

Suddenly, the door to his room opened, and the Twi'lek walked in, shortly followed by the other human.

"Why have you entered here" He asked, angry at the intrusion to his privacy.

"We have issues, and need to be taken care of, "Wise" one" She said, sarcastically. She knew full well he thought himself smarter than the rest of them, and whenever she could made it obvious.

"Well you can either mock him or tell him, but one better end with some action" The rasher human said, He was sick of sitting around, he wanted to get this power, and do what he wanted with it, and be happy. If he had to fight everyone to do so, then let's get started.

"Ironically, I agree with our young friend, either tell me, or get out." Wise One said, standing from his mediation position.

"Fine, Wise One, our guests may have found out for sure we are here." She said, displaying no emotion.

"Very well, then we begin our plans early. Have a group set up to fight the Jedi to distract them, and we will go find our treasure. Leave notice that we are heading to Tar Mass if they need us. We need to find these holocrons, and where better to learn where we need to go than the place that knows all the dark areas.

 

[Crackerjack Bohemian]

His lightsaber retracted and the hilt fell back to his waist. He was slightly ashamed for his behavior but thought little of the incident as the Jedi Master had excused it so readily.

He'd failed to notice how the Force flows in the Cantina changed during his defensive maneuver and then when he backed down. His own senses were heightened but in such a way that he became deaf to the Force. His ears and eyes worked ten times harder but the information they received would be significantly less than if he was to sense with the Force.

The Master Jedi quickly performed Mind Control on the victim and he fell deep into the will of the Force. Virzivil had little trouble extracting the vague information, and Sebastian silently awed at such a feat. However, this wasn't uncommon as he would respect any skill he did not have that another possessed.

 

[DeathToll]

The mind-controlled man shook his head, then looked around in realization that he had no idea what had just happened; though, instinctually, his hands reached for his pistol.

Virzivil took a step back, a left arm reaching out to cover the Padawan in his care. Watching reality take on a likeness to the future that just flashed before him, the Councilor reached for his lightsaber in kind. He had not the time a moment ago to address the Padawan's actions, as priority called to face the situation; as now a brief pause gave him the chance to instill preperation into Sebastian, to address this threat.

"Clear your mind, young Sssebassstian."

Virzivil looked back and over Sebastian's shoulder to confirm that they were surrounded, then returned to face forward. He carefully stepped back and adjusted both their bodies, as he lead Sebastian with his outstretched hand, so that their backs were facing the bartop and the least amount of danger. Virzivil's hand remained ontop of his lightsaber hilt, yet still had refrained from retrieving it into action.

"Ssserenity and peaccce..."

He looked back again, then down to Sebastian's lightsaber, and again back up to Sebastian.

"You may want to take that out again."

Then Virzivil looked back to the fifteen or so mercenaries ahead, still speaking over his shoulder to Sebastian.

"Ssstretch out your feelingsss to your sssurroundingss. Trussst in your inssstinctsss, do not think. Predict the resulting quake by itss originating fissssure-"

The Khil Master's words were cut short as one of the many mercs stepped forward and pulled out his pistol to take aim. A moment of silence held the air still before a voice came from somewhere in the bar.

"Kill em now!"

Then the entire bar errupted into a roar, every person in it either whipping out their sidearms or running for cover.

Virzivil anticipated the main origin of the beginnings of the group's hostility and shot out that left hand before him, a wave of the Force bending reality through a broad path underneath many before the two Jedi and including the first merc to draw arms. All in its path were swept back as their feet were taken out from under them, some stray blaster bolts firing up at the ceiling as their faces plant into the floor. The rest of the bar opened fire and the green beam of Virzivil's lightsaber spewed out into a defensive pose of a Soresu likeness.

 

[Crackerjack Bohemian]

It all happened quickly. The Master's grip on the mind of the mercenary slipped, or he let go, and aggressive stances were taken and the whole bar was in upheaval. He listened to the Master and cleared his mind, feeling the energy around him and the likely primary aggressors in this ado.

The Master was deft in his ability to passively manipulate the position of his body. He didn't seem to move on his own and he couldn't really feel his legs stepping to back the bar. The guns were risen and the green blade of the Khil Jedi ejected from its hilt. His own hand fell to his own lightsaber and the light blue blade fell to the floor as he payed close attention to his surroundings.

The first shot was met with a flick of the Master's hand and the rest of the thugs followed suit. Sebastian had little trouble deflecting the blaster fire even though they were so close. Since his mind was clear, he was able to predict the next attack.

With a few opened opportunities, Sebastian took these chances to shiim the arms they used to fire their weapons. Some of them fell to the ground with the pain of the gashed burn took over their senses. He did this to five of the aggressive patrons before he motioned to the Master Jedi for them to leave before they attracted any kind of authority that would mistake them for being the aggressors in this brawl.

 

[DeathToll]

Virzivil flourished his lightsaber around, right then left to deflect two bolts with one swoop and one with another; then reached his free hand out towards the exit, blasting a powerful parting of the bodies. All bent backwards and stumbled into each other. Virzivil then joined his other hand, stretching out to the exit as well, then parted a seperating motion that flung the numerous bodies out and away; forming a safe path to the exit, as almost the entire number of mercenaries had been thrown to either side and onto themselves.

Virzivil twisted the hand that held his lightsaber to point a finger at the exit in agreement with Sebastian.

"Go!"

 

[Master Maverick]

There were some people moving quickly in the same general direction that she was going. Towards something. She reached out to feel what it was, and indeed did feel something. It was like conflict that was yet to happen, but undoubtedly going to.

Ayva quickened her pace, but not so much as to leave Traven behind. She smiled to herself as she jokingly cursed humans' shot limbs in her mind. As they got closer she would feel Virzivil's presence, as well as Sebastian's get stronger. Also, more people were rushing to, what she assumed, was where they were at the moment.

She turned her head to Traven, saying quickly, "Stay close." There was no worry in her voice. Indeed, she was almost too calm for what she could feel was about to happen.

As they made their way to a Cantina, she would see Sebastian exit rather hurriedly, with Master Axgar not far behind. She would motion to them both and speak to them through the force, "Over here, follow me!" she told them as she sent a picture of her close location to them.

Quickly she turned on her heels and went in the direction they had just come. They needed to get out of there and change their appearance so they wouldn't be hunted for the rest of their visit. She would take them back to the shop, telling them, again, telepathically to stay far enough behind herself and Traven for most sentients to not think they were together.

There, she would tell them to change after introducing them to Momaw quickly as she told her who they were and what was going on. Momaw would bow the other 2, especially to Vizivil, and tell them where the dressing rooms were.

 

[Crackerjack Bohemian]

"Yes, Master," he half shouted and turned into a flash out the open arch of the Cantina.

He quickly spotted the Kaminoan and kept running in her direction. When they met, he was led to a small shop further in the Market Square where he met this ancient creature and continued to change his clothes.

The female Ithorian was nice. She definitely had a look of concern on her face as she was met with the small band of Jedi. She could tell the mission was somewhat dangerous and now that they were all there, she was passively part of the danger.

Sebastian changed into an undersized jacket and rough pants that looked of a bounty hunter once. He changed his boots to match those of the pants. The jacket ended below mid-forearm and rose toward his waist. It wouldn't zip so his exposed chest would stay exposed, the late-stages of pubescence being more obvious now. It was dark brown and had some straps of red cloth throughout. The pants were gray and had many-a-pocket to hold...the Force knew what. But one such pocket was large enough to house the hilt of his lightsaber. On the outside of his thigh, above the knee, the sign of the Jedi say hidden.

The braid that came down to his shoulder blades was undone and waved around his head and bordered his face. It would have looked feminine if it wasn't so rough and somewhat unkempt. The next step would be to allow his facial hair to grow without grooming. He hoped the mission wouldn't last that long for there was a reason the goatee was trimmed. But for the sake of identity, this would easily be something to forgo.

He exited the dressing room and bowed to Momaw who'd housed and dressed them for the short time of their arrival. It was pleasant to be treated with such kindness by someone outside the Order.

"Masters, do we have any leads as to where they might be?"

 

[Thorn]

The Dark Jedi walked through the streets of Mos Eisely. They were halfway to where they wanted to be, and the anticipation was getting harder to contain. The Wise one led the group, his movements almost in one with the people that walked around them. If it wasn't for the robes of black, and brown, no one would have thought differently of him.

"So, I suppose there is a reason to go to Tar Mass?" The young one said, having been left out of most the planning.

"Yes, there is, Our Twi'lek friend has a source there..." The other man replied, leaving out, that it was a good place to lose any unwanted guests by ditching the younger man. If the man wanted to be rash, and fight all the time, then if they were found, he would get his chance. He just would lose his chance at power.

"The bar that those Jedi were at isn't a great distance away. We need to act normal. Bad enough we can't hide our force presence." The Twi'lek wasn't worried about the Jedi though, she actually hoped they found them. Then she could find a way to have all the power these holocrons were said to have. No, these Jedi would just give her a way to betray them all.

"Then we best keep walking..."