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Dust up on coruscant

Harley was bored, and she needed money for the hide of a beast. She needed the money to pay a hunters, as he could not go to dromund kaas or korriban, without risk republic or the mandos coming down on her. She needed to figure a way of making money, and fast. She headed to local cantina, to find a way to make the money. There she took a drink of cider, real sider not the keg stuff. Tried to think of what to do.
 
She could over hear some drunks, talking about an underground swoop bike race. They would be gambling on it, she smiled she now knew how to raise the money. She stopped drinking her pint, and kept an eye on them waiting for them to leave, so she could follow them. After couple more lagers they got up and left for the swoop bike race. She got followed them, keeping her distance so not be noticed. They both men and where staggering about a bit, this made it easy to follow them. Soon she found where they were heading to, an old haunt of hers. When she was a member of the won`t works, a gang that took it's name from the area called the works. They called themselves that as they did not work. They took what they wanted, and the law never really bothered them. Though know she was sith, she was the law.
 
She entered the den, and saw the drunks sit down. There were holo screen up showing races from tatooine, wait she remembered these. They were scamming the punters, they were reruns. She knew it, it was old trick of theirs. This way they could doctor the odds, and know who was going to win. She sat down and looked, trying to remember who was going to win each race. she began to remember them, she then got up and put a bet on cumlator. The man looked at her, and tried to refuse her bet. Sorry lady, but no bet. You can only bet on one race at time, or no dice! She said Okay pudding, have it your way. Do you have gambling licence, for this establishment? She then looked down towards her lightsaber, to let him know who she was. He took a gulp and replied We can take bet lady. His voice was a little of a whimper, he knew taking the bet was bad, but so was not taking it. He then head off into the back room, to talk to his boss. As she sat down and waited for her winnings.
 
The race kept on going on and she kept on winning, the people office knew why. She knew it was recorded, they were going to be taken to cleaners, by this woman. They had to do something about it, they called their boss. He was big time mobster, he was called kraven, he decide he have come down to stop this from happening. Though he have to do it on the qc, as sith found out what had happened. They may be wiped out, but this a lot money she was going to win, and was worth the risk. He took speeder to den and got few of his chums to give a lift, this had to be done quickly quietly and no witnesses. This did mean he may have kill a few of his patrons, but that was by the by. She had to be stopped, and killing her seemed the only way.
 
The group of heavy entered the gambling den, and approached harley. Care to step outside with us lady? Kraven asked harley. She could sense he meant her harm, he would risk anything in here would he. Why would I want to do that pudding? She asked him in return, having no intention of leaving without her winnings. If you don`t leave with us doll, we will be forced to make a scene! He did not want to kill everyone in here, but if he must he will kill all the customers. she was going to win too much, and the fact she was sith meant she could bring down hell on him if he did not pay.

He gave signal to his men, they would have to kill all the punters. The staff took cover, and got out their hold out blasters. They were getting ready to kill everyone, and leave no witness....
 
He pulled out his blaster to harley back, and shot at her. She managed to move in time, and took a nick to the arm. Then all hell broke loose, they pulled out blaster carbines. Then began to gun everyone down, the den staff started to shoot as well at the punters. Harley managed to block the incoming shots towards her, and deflect some incoming shots at her back to them. She was not hitting them, though it did make them keep their heads down. She then pulled one gangster in front her, he was shot dead by own men. She had to get cover, and then take them down one at time. She leapt up to the mezzanine floor, and then hide herself. They would have to play hide and seeker, though much deadlier than the kid game.
 
The men started to come up stairs, and then they opened fire on everything. There was three of them plus the boss, she needed to kill first the others might run after that. She used the force pull at him, she wanted to move him in the way of gunfire. She pulled with the force, but nothing happened, nothing at all. He laughed as he felt the tug, Girl I am wearing a terentatek duster, them tricks don't work on me. She had never heard of this item before, but she was intrigued. More blaster fire came her away, know was not the time to figure out why, know was the time to do or die. She throw her lightsaber out, decapitating one them. She then leapt in the air, and got winged by some shot's and landed in heap......

[member="Rave Merrill"]
 
The shot burned as she lay on the floor, she looked at the gangster. She expected death, she expected it be swift. He aimed his gun at her head, and said Say good night d.... He was about to say doll, when his head came off his shoulders. Sith troops had been alerted by the gunfire, and know were storming the den. The other gangster fled, only to mowed down by them. Everyone was dead, apart from her, one troops gave her a bacta pack. Then the corporal asked ​What happened here my lord? She smiled and replied I got a tip off, and I was just checking it out. They recognised me, and they decide to take me out. The trooper just nodded, and then began to process the bodies. She saw the head gangster, and said Give me his coat. The sith trooper gave nod of his head, and stripped the coat of him. She have looked at later, she wanted to know why her force power did not work against him.

She then look around for her winnings, she found case with a seven hundred thousand and five hundred twenty two credits in it. She smiled she was rich for know.

[member="Mrrew"]
 
She head back to the temple, and her dorm with the coat and the money. She now had enough money to buy that hide, but the coat had given her ideas. She would need help with this, but first she need to get healed up. As a blaster wound was never a nice thing, and to heal up would be nice. She put the coat to help keep her warm, it looked good but not on her as it was too big. Though she could sense some power in it, and she wanted to find out more about it. She could wait till tomorrow though, as the coat was not going anywhere.

She back to the temple, and went to see the medics. They began to treat her wound, it was not the worst they had seen. Also it was not life threatening, unlike the shot to head she almost got. She spent the rest night in her dorm in the temple, wondering about that coat.
 
By morning she was feeling like death warmed up, but she was alive and still kicking. She took the coat to the archives, and started look at manuscripts to see where it came from. She was getting nowhere fast, till one of the liberians looked at it. He picked it up, and gave it a once over. Then he spoke If I am not mistaken, that is work of one [member="Rave merrill"]. You should take it the alchemist [member="Darth Praelior"], she most interested in it. She looked at him, this was not a request it was an order. She slump her head, and did as she was told. She did not want to hand over this coat, not just because it would be worth something. Also it had power, and she wanted that power too. May be she could persuade one voice to help make her armour, then again she might just take it from her.
 

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