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[Sanguine Nocturnal]

In all her years travelling out the galaxy, Rhaenys always hated the Hutt Space. Controlled by the crime lords of the Kajidics, this was a dangerous place for any girl alone, a place of so beautiful with the stench of decay. A moon so alive in the Force, and yet so dead. Crime was everywhere, and the Hutt always got a piece of everything. She was on the run, and Nar Shadda was the best place to disappear from the decay of the cult she tried to infiltrate.

Sith true believers were the worst. They not only believed in the dark teachings but were fanatical about it in ways that made Rhaenys feel disgusted. The Sith Empire was a complete decay of squabbling Sith, the small orders were fade to die, sooner or later, and she kept going with her search. Searching for knowledge, searching for greatness, searching for power. Few, were interested with her being dead or captured. And she needed a place to start over, to find what she was ordered to seek, once called Tierre by her parents, then Rhaenys as a new name by her former masters, Umbra was the name she always prefered to use. Mistress Umbra she styled herself, but mistress of what? Ship and a few droids. Nothing more.

As she was in the hideout she rent, the twi’lek received a strange message of a potential client that needed her skills. To the criminals, she was Halibel, the lethan twi’lek, assassin and spy, and therefore it wasn’t unusual to receive such invitations. She was all but ready to deny and would not show up, since it was not long since she did her last job, and could be a trap set by them, but, she was bored about doing nothing all day in her hideout and want it to go out. Dressing with a long dark robe, a terentatek leather corsage, with gun and sabers on waist and wrist, Umbra walked to the pub she was invited.

When the girl was outside her place, she chose to hide herself from others, hide her own skill with the Force and Buried her Presence in the force. Making herself invisible to others like her, and going on with her business through the filth streets in Nar Shadda. She saw, with her cold blue eyes, robbery, murderers, rape, slavers and their merchandise (including a few a twi’lek which she winked at them when passing by), gun traders, spice dealers, and worse. Famine, pest, war and death. Those were the four powers that truly reigned those streets.

“I’m looking for this person.”, she said to a guard at the door in the pub, showing the mark of the employer in the com one her left hand, which made him growl and shake his head, saying he did not knew who he was. Having a bad feeling with the face made by the bodyguard, Umbra kept thinking to herself if this was indeed a trap, one that they could not set in place, since they had no idea that she was coming, at least if they were force users. As the twi’lek got inside, she tried her best to blend in the nearly deserted place, choosing a chair in the far corner of the place, sitting all by herself. If the employer want it her, he be best to show himself.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Just as Umbra, Maliphant hid much of his presence within the force, even now. His fingers idled on The Dolos Necklace, a creation from a previous life, that made him a near void within the force, unseen by the few and ignored by the majority, a small hood raised over his own head to help hide the corrupted sith gaze he held. It wasn’t uncommon in their day and age to witness force users, but a Sith was a sith no matter where he went, and it was tough to hide that, especially when one such as he might be considered a prize if he were caught by the morally deplorable hutt.

However, he was at the very least confident in his ability to avoid the chance at enslavement by some hutt or cartel’s hands, and watched as the Red Twi’lek moved through the cantina with a slight sway to her step. A confidence that showed she was comfortable where they were, but there was no doubt considering all that he had heard; all that he could see now. She was a warrior, an assassin, and few could compare to the likes of such on a planet like Nar Shaddaa.

With this in mind, Maliphant moved through the rummaging masses, blending in as best as possible as he lit a cigarette and pretended to draw it in as he walked, shrouding his face with smoke as he neared Umbra who sat by her lonesome; facing the crowds as a whole to monitor them for one such as himself. Knowing this, he moved to sith with a rolling smile, the smoke slowly dissipating to reveal his features.

His voice came just over the murmuring of the crowds, a drawing tone that carried with it the hypnotic nature of Maliphant’s charisma;

“Darth Umbra. A pleasure to finally meet you-”, he said with his predatory gaze.

“My name is Darth Maliphant. I’m the employer that sought you out.”

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