Jedi Mission: Follow the Blood-Splattered Brick Road

[Fyston]

Spoiler: Mission Prompt

Suprisingly, we've recently received an official communication from the Hutts on Nal Hutta, a call for aide. Borng and Keeta, two younger aspiring Hutts, just starting to move up in the world , were found dead in their palaces a few days ago. While this is certainly troubling on it lonesome, what drew particular interest to this case, was the "collateral damage" as the Hutts put it. Every member of the household, servants, slaves, guards, all were found indiscriminately killed alongside their masters. From the security footage, what they'll show us at least, we know the culprit is a single individual hooded entirely in black, and that he is extremely skilled with blasters, knives, and even poison. So far, the Hutts have been unable to catch this man themselves, and have apparently lost scores of bounty hunters trying. He hasn't stopped killing either and every day the Hutt patrols discover more bodies in their swamps. Sufficiently scared, the great Hutt families have requested help from the Order, and, for the sake of innocents, we shall oblige. Find and stop this murderer at all costs.

The stench of Nal Hutta had long since burned itself into Celtar's nostrils and he doubted that he would ever remove it from his clothes or, more importantly, his memories. Even the smell of his cigars would likely never be the same. Instead, the Knight had taken to putting some peppermint oil on his hat and right under his nose in an almost vain attempt to alleviate the torture.

Regardless, they had a job to do. He and another Jedi, one Celtar hadn't met before, had been stuck on Nal Hutta for a day or two and had only had time to review the evidence that had been given to the Jedi already. While his ally might have had more done, Celtar had spent his time enjoying the various bars present on Nal Hutta and hadn't really been at the safehouse as often as he should have, though he had learned a few tidbits from the various bartenders and patrons. Still, he had made it back and was enjoying his flask as he reviewed the security footage and what notes he had taken. The assassin was a skilled fighter, though Celtar had spent enough time analyzing the being's fighting style that he felt he had an advantage.

Dressed in his standard smuggler/slaver garb, the Knight seemed like any of the other seedy citizens and their safehouse seemed like any other abode used by those not following the laws. Celtar had no idea where his comade was, though he hoped he would hurry up.

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[210yeti]

Ferrus stepped off the freighter and to the docks. The air was fowl, pungent, and almost burned his nose with each breath but as stoic as a statue Ferris trudged through the crowd. He knew where to go and hoped his companion was there. He never met Celtar but he no reason to distrust the other knight. He pulled out his datapad as he stepped into a small alley to go over the mission brief, it was fairly simple, locate the assassin who has taking a liking to murdering entire Hutt strongholds. Ferrus almost praised the assasin for his tenacity but soon shook his head of those emotions. He would never condone the murder of innocents even if a hutt crime lord died. Resuming his trek to the safehouse, He checked his person making sure his saber was still attached to his belt, he pulled a shoulder strap and felt the weight of his hammer defy his strength. After adjusting his outer robe, to conceal his hammer, Ferrus made sure his cowl was tight on his face. It served a duel purpose, one being to hide his metallic jaw and the other being to keep debris from flying into his mouth.

In a few minutes, He reached the safe house and knocked. He did not knock in a specific rhymn or rhythm since Ferrus was not told to. Ferrus waited and often looked about to see if anyone was following him or hanging around intentionally. Seeing no one but not letting his guard down he staued facing away from the door and would only turn when he heard it open.

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[Fyston]

Celtar was mid-drink when he heard a knock on the door. Given that he wasn't expecting cookies and hoping that he hadn't angered the last barkeep enough to send goons after him, Celtar figured it to be his fellow Jedi. Ceasing for the slightest second his effort to suppress his aura, Celtar reached out with the Force and felt the presence of an ally. He swallowed his drink and took a big puff from his cigar as he walked to the door.

In one hand was his pistol, hidden by his body and angled upwards at what would be chest level of most humanoids. With his other hand, he opened the door the slightest bit. It would be enough that, had it been anyone other than the expected Jedi, he could easily shoot them without much movement. The worry was for naught, however, as Celtar recognized the Jedi from the information given to him in the briefing. Opening the door just wide enough to pull the man inside, Celtar slammed it as soon as the Jedi was within the confines of the safehouse.

"You're -burp- late. Have you at least -burp- gone over the evidence -burp- given to us by the slugs?" While possibly hidden by the stench of Nar Shaddaa, Celtar's breath no doubt smelled of alcohol and his drawl was slurred, evidence of the fact that the man was not sober.

 

[210yeti]

Waving the foul smelling breath aside, Ferrus nodded and took out his data pad. "I have. Have you aswell?" He spoke firmly as he walked about the small room, taking note of the achaholic beverages and cigar stench. It was a small room but still quite roomy. Ferrus took off his outer robe, exposing his saber and hammer, and placed it on a chair as he sat down. "Do you have a place to start searching? You have been on the planet for some time I assume." He did not want to seem unintelligent but logic would dictate that Ferrus follow the other knight's intuition due to senority on the situation.