Mission to Nar Shaddaa

[Telthòr]

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Ricardt Darkmourne found himself on the streets of Nar Shaddaa. He glanced up and down the streets, unaware that the woman he pursued was above him. The crowds were thick of criminals and he was clueless to the location of Bounty Hunter, Lily Rose. She was as criminal as they come. Considered Dar'manda among her people, an exile of the Mandalorians. An exile of the Mandalorians was someone not to be underestimated.

He stood there reluctantly. He wanted to reach out with the force but his senses were hindered. He couldn't feel a thing. It was as though he had never touched the force. "Damn force-breakers", he cursed under his breath. A gas grenade that could hinder and block a Jedi, Sith or other Force Sensitives from accessing the cosmic energies. He raised his wrist to his mouth, unsure where Parmi Miemant had gotten herself too. "Where are you? I've lost her," he said into the transponder.

Ricardt had reached out to Parmi on the Holonet, not only offering to give her back the holocron of Hasjo Hallu, but to find her Masters assassins. All thirteen. Tonight, Ricardt had found the supposed murderer of Hasjo. The very woman who had been seen and recorded on live holovision, scalping the head of the Jedi Master upon his death. She deserved no better than to face the cold fist of revenge. The Umbaran began to catch his breath.

[member="Parmi Miemant"]

 

[Parmi Miemant]

Parmi had been given a chance for revenge. A previous accomplice of hers, Ricardt, had reached out to her, promising a chance to gain revenge against her master's murderers and to gain back his holocron. Her mind raced. She had seen his murder broadcast. The brutal scalping was an image that would be burned into her mind for a long time yet. A bounty hunter had been the one to serve Hasjo his final blow. She had not spared him any humiliation, even in his death. Parmi lusted for a settled score. Though, she knew that her master would not approve of her thirst for revenge. It was not a Jedi's way to channel anger. Parmi was torn between identifying her feelings as revenge or justice. She was hard pressed to find a difference between the two.

The deep voice of Ricardt sounded from the transponder on the Togruta's wrist, "Where are you? I've lost her." Parmi spoke into the mic in response, "I've lost sight of her, too. I'll try and find you first, we'll both need help to take her down." The two Jedi had their force abilities damaged during the chase. For now they were both as good as normal citizens with lightsabers. Ricardt would not be hard to find. A blue skinned Umbaran with red tattoos and Jedi robes was sure to draw attention on the crowded street. Her force senses hindered, Parmi relied on her observation senses. Sliding past the citizens of Nar Shaddaa, she scanned their faces for any sign of a distraction within the crowd. Behind her, Parmi could see the crowd thin behind her, she wasn't far from the end of the swarm. Pushing further, she began more faces that showed some sign of interruption to the mass of strangers. A six foot Umbaram, shrouded in heavy brown cloth stood in front of her. The only still figure in the frantic mass on the street. Parmi broke into a jog, foot hitting pavement with a thud, one after the other until she was face to face with Ricardt.

"We shouldn't have lost her. We need to find her and now. I'm not letting her get away again." They had to find the fiery headed assassin and fast. Parmi put the thought of finding her master's holocron behind her for now. Her mind was occupied by the thought of giving justice to her master and gaining back the pride he'd lost to Lilly Rose.


[member="ricardt Darkmourne"]

 

[The Upright Man]

Lily Rose clung onto the ledge above their heads, too high to be noticeable. It wasn't difficult either. Her heavily enhanced and cybernetic body allowed her unprecedented amounts of strength and agility. She was as strong as a rancor and as quick as a nexu. A ferocious hunter of Jedi, and known for it. Though she had dug herself too far deep in this time. Her show during the Hapes Incident had been nothing more than that; a show. She didn't kill Hasjo, and only one other person knew that; Aleksandr. And so far, no one had called out her bluff. She did, after all, have his headtresses and was seen on holovision scalping his corpse.

Adorning her weapons belt was two scalps and a decapitated head. Trophies of Jedi she had 'killed.' No one had to know the truth she was a liar. The only real killing of a Jedi she had done was the decapitated head that hung from her belt. The long neck and head of a Kaminoan, and the two scalps, Lekku and Headtresses belonged to Jora Vao and Hasjo Hallu. She knew the Jedi chasing her were pissed. She had to stop them, and quickly. There was no where else for her to go, and no allies to gather. She had to tackle this problem herself. She could hear Parmi below her as the Jedi reconvened, "We shouldn't have lost her. We need to find her and now. I'm not letting her get away again." Lily called out, "No, you're the one not getting away."

The Keshiri dropped from her perch, angling her body in an attempt to slam her legs onto the shoulders of Ricardt. She would twist her body, bringing her torso deep down and twisting. The result would have the Umbaran thrown onto the ground in a meaty and vicious thud. Successful, she would stand and raise her hands to Parmi, clenching them.

 

[Telthòr]

Ricardt swept his gaze across the crowd, analysing their movements and thoughts. He reached out, and not with the Force. His body expelled chemicals into the air, invisible to the naked eye, manipulating the minds of the crowd. A trait of his species, and why they were so distrusted. The Umbarans were known for their deception and ability to be very manipulative. Ricardt only used it in dire situations. Right now was one of them. The crowd dispersed around him, like a rock jutting out of the ocean. Through this, Parmi quickly spotted him.

He greeted Parmi with the nod of his head. Parmi said, "We shouldn't have lost her. We need to find her and now. I'm not letting her get away again." Ricardt looked around once more, it was futile, he responded, "We haven't lost her. Once these chemicals are processed by our bodies and dispersed, we'll be able to find her." He met her gaze with his own, "But you must be patient, and calm yourself. Anger is a path to the Dark Side. A path that leads only to suffering." Ricardt was not above her, but he could counsel her just as she could counsel him. They were equals.

Ricardt heard it, a voice from above. He looked up, but too late. Her weight slammed down onto his shoulders, buckling his knees, "Argh!" She twisted her body and Ricardt found himself thrown from his feet. His body spun with hers, slamming onto his back on the pavement. Thud.