A Sith and a Jedi walk into a bar...

[Kataly'a]

Katalya's lithe form slipped inside the Cantina unnoticed, her pretty face hidden by the black cloak she wore. Though she was more than capable of defending herself, there was no need to draw unwanted attention to herself. The saber staff resting in her belt felt heavy as she surveyed her surroundings. No one wanted to be a Jedi after the war, not even a rogue like herself.

Quietly, she maneuvered her small frame through the rambunctious crowd, ordering the strongest alcohol they had and settling herself in an unoccupied seat in the corner. Kataly'a knew that being her was a dangerous mistake, but she was angry and itching for a fight. Where better than a Cantina?

The Jedi had lost the war, but she had lost so much more than that. Kataly'a had suffered through years of torment from her fellow Jedi, her heritage had caused her to be shunned, because no one believed the daughter of a Sith Lord could ever become a Jedi. Years of dedicated work had proved them wrong, and she had been knighted. Still, she was treated like an outsider, as if she would betray the Jedi at the first temptation. The final straw had been her unlucky apprentice, Raku. It had been one of the final battles in this hellish war, and because of her superior's command her apprentice had been left to die, and there was nothing Kataly'a could do to save the young boy.

Kataly'a had raged, destroying everything in her path. She could no longer bare the disapproving looks her elders gave her, and she had left the Rebel base that night, unsure of where she was going or if she would come back.

It didn't take long for her to get what she'd come for, the sight of a Falleen male grabbing at a dark-haired female grabbed her attention. She's made it halfway across the bar by the time his blaster is drawn, and as she draws her own saber the woman being attacked pulls out one of her own.

Kataly'a regrets her decision to help this woman as she sees the red glare of her saber ignite. The silver-blue glow of her own saber giving her away as a Jedi, even if she doesn't consider herself one anymore. This is dangerous territory, she has no idea who she's dealing with and it's safe to assume she won't take kindly to a Jedi with her saber drawn.

Before she can turn and run, two more bounty hunters rush the females and her decision is made for her. Her twin blades swing into action, easily blocking the blaster fire and disarming the second attacker. A table goes flying into the third with a twitch of her hand, leaving him incapacitated. Turning back to the first bounty hunter, she finds the Sith has already taken care of him.

Unsure what to say, she warily holds a hand up in an offering of peace, though she leaves her saberstaff ignited just incase.

 

[Maerae Irelia]

Maerae could feel the intent of the bounty hunter from across the room. She sighed, taking a moment to pinch her nose in frustration. Even on Onderon, she couldn't escape Nar Shaddaa scum. She kept her gaze level at the far wall, enjoying her drink, and pretending not to notice as the bounty hunter crept ever closer to her. She let her hand drop to her thigh, just over the black satin cloak that hid her lightsaber from view. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a woman walk in, but ignored her in favor of the Falleen fellow who drew his blaster.

Maerae was on him in an instant, with her black hilted lightsaber in her hands, its unstable crimson blade crackling with barely restrained power. Before she could end the man's life, she heard the ignition of yet another lightsaber. A light blue blade- no, there were two blades, lit up the room, from behind the Falleen. The green skinned bounty hunter craned his head backwards to look, fearful of an attack from behind. Maerae took advantage of the opening, and cut him down with a diagonal slash across the chest.

She didn't bother to watch the body hit the ground, instead focusing her gaze on the Jedi before her, as she incapacitated two other attackers. The woman then spun around, saber still ignited, and Maerae gripped her hilt a little tighter. The Jedi gave a sort of "peace" gesture, but with her lightsaber still humming in the silent cantina, Maerae wasn't willing to return her own weapon to her waist.

And so the cantina was filled with two distinct sounds; the gentle humming of the Jedi's lightsaber, and the violent sputtering of the Sith's.

"You should kill those two while they're down," Maerae spoke, with an eyebrow raised, "otherwise they'll come back for more."

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