Public The Gnashing of Teeth

[Darth Teeth]

Nar Shaddaa, Outer Rim, Hutt Space <||| GS-S-12

The Moon of Madness some call irlt. Fitting for a mad man to make his manot. In the streets countless teeth.. chattering, waiting to be collected…

Had the Jedi left him alone, let this once child remain not chosen, then the streets of Shadda would not be filled with the screams of his victims. With no law enforcement, only hunters who serve the Hutts, he remains elusive and free to extract trophies.

Another body of a man lay in the streets, crowds passing him and heading to neon lights of gambling dens and cantinas. The head of the corpse sunken, when a figure with silver helm and at T shaped visor approached. Kneeling down The Mandalorian rolled him over, and the mouth was black, blood pouring in a flow. The Hunter took a Beskcadecand pries the lips open to show there was nothing save bloody guja, not one tooth in its place.
The Mando groaned as he turned to Rodian with blastee pistol alung at his yellow thigh.
“Better inform The Hutts that Drango is dead.”

The Green headed figure with his big shiny silvery eyes and mohawk of black braided hair replied,
“Yaba is not gonna like this news. May feed the messanger to his pet.”

The Mando turned, reflecting the snout of the trembling Rodian.
“Alright, I will tell him you spineless Toad.”

The Mando rose to his feet after searching the pockets of the Drangoand found a black tooth and held it to his visor.
“It’s Him..”

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Beyond the lights and many levels of the cityscape was a neigjborhood with housing stacked on one another, long lines of draped and clothing drying on the line. There in the at the mouths of alleys kids played, save one, that place was avoided. A great cold enveloped it, and in the shadows stirred something. The Kids called it The Shark, for they saw teeth like that of Firaxen. Sometimes against their parents onjections, in tests of bravery, the boys would each stand with their back to the forbidden ally , seeing how long they could stand before the fear made them flee. It was considered a rite of passage, and sometimes The Shark emerged..

The Local Boys gathered at The Forbidden Alley and shoet blond one, some twelve years of age stood as he laughed and turned his back, “I am not afraid!”

This echoed into the ally and the sound met something metal. The other boys chuckled, “oooh! So brave Trajan!”

The Lad held out his arms, and said, “I am not afraid!”

There was a sound, the boys who were all giggles grew quiet and Trajan began to tremble as the chill became as if ice. There was a stir, the ground scrapped with the sound metal, Trajan breathing heavily, his breast heaving on the gray shirt as he turned. There was a shriek so loud the boys covered their ears, and ran off, Trajan turned around to see in the dark movement, he tried to back away when he felt his legs stiffen, and he could not move.
“Help! Someone help!”

Coming out of the darkness waa teeth, the boy being pulled towards them as he screamed. Later the boys sat around a fountain panting, when Trajan emerged. He had blood dripping down his chij and held something in his hand. The boys swirled around him.
“What happened they all asked?”

Trajan lookimg at them said,
“He took my tooth..”

One of the boys chimed, “the one that was loose?”

Trajan nodded.
“He told me something..”

They all drew closer and asked as one, “what?!”

Trajan eyes them and said,
“He told me.. to take better care of my teeth..”

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The Mandalorian made his way to the Palace Grounds of the Hutts. Yaba was one of many Slugs who ran The Cartel. He cared not who his boss was, long as the pay was good.

Entering a great circular building with flags of orange, The Mando made his way into a den of depravity ans billainy, all manner of species, Twi’leks dancing on poles, one red, one green, one blue. Around a table a Ithorian, Trandoshian, Rodian, and Man played Sabaac, as piles of golden coin and gems were caste into a pile in the middle. The Mando made his way to the Dias wheee Yaba in his tan alughish skin, his great lime eyes fixaring on the dancers whenche took notoce of The Mando,
“Taakur my friend! Welcome! Take a seat beside me on the Dias.”

The Mandalorian came close, the small hand of the slug with its elbow of joggling fat rested on his Beskar pauldron.

“My Lord Yaba, I have unpleasent news..” Taakur sighed.

Yaba frowned, which was distinct from nature frown of a Hutt.
“You know how I dislike bad news my friend.”

The Mandalorian turned,
“Drango has been killed.”

The Hutt made an almost hiss. When Taarkur continued,
“It was Him..”

Yaba threw back his elbow knocking over a server droid, drinks in citrine yellow glass fell with green liquid. The band that was playing stopped and the dancers held still on their respective poles like ballerinas.
“Another one of my best guns! I have had enough! Traakur, you and Krossk, and whatever you need! Bring me the head of this Darth Teeth! Bring it to me on a silver platter!”

The voice of the Hutt filled the entire palace, making every one tremble save The Mando. Who looking with his Visor at his Lord said,
“Yes my Lord.. it will be done.”

The Mando made his way to table, A Trando got up with Vibtpaxe hanging from his back.
“Come on Krossk, we have a Darth to hunt.”

The Mandalorian knew a Darjetti (Sith) would not easily be defeated. The Sorcerers had ever been the enemy of The Mandalorians, using their magic. To trap and kill this bounty would require some special help…

 

[Lana Bendo]

Lana had come to Nar Shaddaa in her exile. The propsect of being barred from returning home for seven years had left her feeling frustrated. Her connection to the dark side she felt was justified, she used it when necessary, to augment her strength in battle and against enemies.

Here in Hutt controlled space she felt the shackles disappear. No one would call her put for using aggressive feelings. Here her connection to the dark side would be an asset, this nexus of crime and vlianycwas the perfect place to hone her powers and test them. She had to be wary of not enraging The Hutts, and her heart and mind was still very shaped by the Jedi ethos, so there was no intent to cause trouble, only that she had throen herself into a world where it lurked. Needing a job she put out some feelers and was suprised when a representative of Yaba The Hutt came to her damp apartment in the outskirts of Shadda.

The door of her apartment slide open to reveal a blue skinned Twi’lek.
“Greetings, I am Gurthar Twavik, I represent my Lord Yaba who wishes to offer you a job.”

Lana smiled as she pointed to a chair and poured some Rodian ale.
“I am honored that your Lord has answered my job query. What sort of job is he offering?”

The Twi’lek took a seat and Lana sat on a stool of dark wood.
“As a body guard at The Palace. Your skills as a Jedi Would be most useful in protecting His Highness.”

Lana levitated a cup of the ale to Gurthar who smirked as he took a drink.
“A post at the palace.. that is a great honor indeed. When would I start?”

To serve a Crime Lord was dangeripus business, but Lana felt it would give her ample opportunities to use her gifts and she might be able apply her Jedi Ethos to save some people from harsh recourses.

The Twi’lek removing the cup from his lips said,
“Immediately, however, there is a condition on the employment.”

She sipping her ale replied, m
“Oh?”

Gurthar continued,
“There is a menace, a enemy of his lordship that he desires to be handled with extreme prejudice.”

Not even batting an eye, Lana asked,
“Who is the target?”

The Twi’lek smirked and said,
“His name is unknown, he goes by Darth Teeth.”

Lana sat her cup down and said, “I have about him from the local children.”

Guthar nodded,
“He was an irritation, but now has become a problem. Already bounty hunters have been deployed To hunt him down. Still my Lord feels it is best to fight fire with fire, if he does indeed use that power you Jedi are fond of, it would be wise to send someone who also has it and can stop him.”

Lana nodded,
“Well then.. tell Lord Yaba I accept the job with his condition. I will help him uproot this Darth Teeth and take my place in his guard when the job is done.”

The Twi’lek srood up and clapped his hands together,
“Excellent! I will tell my Lore the good news.”

Lana gave a slight bow as she escorted him to the door. Ahe had made a bargain with The Hutts, no doubt something the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine woukd frown on, but when a Crime Lord approached you, you never said no. And besides she knew the pay would be steady and she would have a chance to hone her skills, and find out more about this enigma in her midst, the one they called Darth Teeth.

 

[Darth Teeth]

Taakur tracked the Target, Krossk was on rooftop with a RPS-6 Rocket Launcher, the Trandoshan hissed as he kept his lizard eye in the scope at the ally. A dozen gunmen comprised of Klaatu, Devaronians, and men. They with blasters drawn inched into the fog of the ally, Traakur holding his wrist flamethrower ready as he took lead. In the ally, there was the sound of metal grinding. The Mandalorian made his way forward, following the sound, his T shaped visor turning towards the slightest noise. He came upon a pitched tent, and withour hestiatoon let a stream of flame engulf it, setting it ablaze.

Behind one of Klaatonians began to shiver, and standing beside him was a mouth of teeth painted to match the shadows.
“Is that the chattering of teeth I hear?” Said the voice.

The Thug cried out, and two of those ahead turned and back tracked to find their comrade with his mouth wide open and blood dripping from his chin. The two men with hoods looked at each other when they were levitated up to fire escape, where hanging upside down was Darth Teeth.
“Two there always are, the fool and the follower.. open wide if you have nothing to hide!”

The two men cried out, Taakur looking up, he saw the capes of the henchmen and opened fire as he uses his jetpack. Krossk saw The Target and fired a missile, which as it approached Darth Teeth he levitated the two up into its oath and they exploded in a ball of flame as He dropped down into ally and ignited a red curved blade of flame and cut into a Devaronian, and then swept his weapon’s edge into a chin of a Kaatu, holding him in place, he opened the mouth with a wave of his hand,
“Your Lord should put you on a better dental plan.. your teeth are rotten!”

He threw the Kaatonian aside aftee snapping its neck with The Force. Taakur opened fire at his glowing blade, Teeth apinning the blade to deflect bolts and turning to look at the Warrior with his mask.
“Mandalorian!”

Taakur drew a beskcad of Mandalorian ore, and swung, his blade scraping Against the wall of the alley as it missed The Target, causing sparks to fly. Darth Teeth drew a second curved saber and held the two like fangs. He then went into a frenzy of cuts, acting Beastial as he growled, beating at the metal of the Mando who barely held back this flurry of strikes.

On the comm he shouted, “Krossk! Fire in the alley! Roast this Farriker!”

The Trando reloaded his wepaon and scoped, seeing Taakur and the Target who’s blades hummed and crackled as they met the beskcad. The Trando let fly a rocket with a hiss and as if came to ally, Teeth held his blades at his side and the missile slowed. Taarkur aimed his flamethrower.

“Tell me Mandorian.. did you have a dream before you entered the head hunting business? Ha.. head, teeth, not far apart are we!”

Taakur immolated a stream, and Darth Teeth pushed the missile back, it following its trail right to Krossk who seeing it made a groan and was engulfed in a great ball of flame, and then a trail od of smoke. The Dark Exstractor leapt at the Mando With twin blades, the flames passing around him, as he met the Beskar steel.

“I wonder.. have you been flossing Mandalorian? Why do I ask? Because I am going to remove each of your teeth one by one!”
His voice shifted in pitch as he spun the Sickle Blades around in the fog. Taakur parried and kept up the furnance.
“Die Darjetti scum!”

Darth Teeth grabbed the beskcad with his twin blade and dug it into ally wall making it fall, the flames lapping around him.
“The Inferno is my home Mandalorian.. come be my guest!”

With that he swept the blades behind Taakur and using the pommels pulled him with his flw in an embrace, causing them both to burn as he dropped his Force Shield. Taakur groaned, “arghhh!”

Teeth drew the teeth of his mask to Mando’s T-Shaped visor.
“Are you getting warm Mandalorian?”

Taakur dropped to the ground as his arm was cooking him inside, searing his skin like womprat meat sold on the streets. He begrudgingly fell on his knees, Teeth holding the two sickles that burned with kyber of blood.
“Next time you want a cleaning, make an appointment!”

Sweeping the blades, he cut both arms of the Mando off, causing the fire To fall into the puddles, Taakur crying out in pain, “arghh!”

Teeth then grabbed his throat and drew him into the fog, The Mando groaning and shouting,
“Darjetti Farrik!!!! Arghhhh!”

 

[Darth Teeth]

In the mist of his lair, Darth Teeth took his victim, the Mandalorian, who cried out as he was olaced on an altar, and the middle was removed with a fire. The Mando shouted,
"What in the farrik are you doing?"
The Wannabe Dentist drew nearer, the teeth of his mask neigh to the visor of his victim.
"I have not eaten in a while.. I waste nothing Mandalorian."
The Warrior with his stubs for arms, said,
"By the the gods! You are.."

The Monster piled some fresh wood on the brazer, and then began to say,
"A feast we will have.. and his teeth we shall add to our collection."

The Mando tried to wiggle off the altar, when he felt his legs tugged and thrown up and bound with cord. The Dark One then took a flask and poured out a fine golden liquid on the Warrior who cried out.
"You are mad!"

Darth Teeth calling his neck up to his hand.
"Mad.. I will tell you what is mad.. collecting children when they are dreaming and forcing one of your own upon them! Stifling their passion and replacing it with a tomb where a heart belongs! that is madness!"

The Mandalorian winced in the pain and said,
"What in the hell are you talking about?"

Lord Teeth drew closer with his mask, as he took off the Mando's helm with his other hand.
"The Jedi.. who else!"

Beneath the mask was a face riddled with scars, eyes as silver, and hair that was long and braided in one spot in a deep brown. The Cook grabbed at the braid and said,
"I shall prepare the spices.. and then you shall die.. slowly.. painfully.. and I will enjoy my sustenance."

The Mando spat at him, Lord Teeth wiping it off from his visor. He then lowered the Warrior into the brazer, the sound of crackling as his armor worked as a oven. The Mando let out a painful cry, "argggh! You dank piece of Bantha Poodoo! I will be avenged!"

Darth Teeth began to laugh heartily as he pulled some rope that drew the Mando up and he said,
"No one is coming Mandalorian. Ijaat is dead.. yes I know what that is. I use to believe in honor too.. then I lived long enough to realize it was a fable.. something that the powers of this galaxy use to tame us; for as long as we believe in it, the legends of heroes, we can be controlled."

The Mando clinched his teeth.
"I will go to the halls of my Fathers.. but not like this! At least give me a clean death, a warrior's death!"

The Cook sighed,
"You think you can appeal to the humanity in me? Or the old scruples I once held? Others have tried.. and failed. No my Main Course, there is nothing left.. the Jedi did their work.."

With that he increased the flame with his power and stoked it to engulf the Mando who cried out as he caught fire. The worst part was Darth Teeth put his helmet one, and so the beskar prevented a immediate death, and now was the slow roasting, as his own impentratable metal was used as pan to cook the Warrior in.

 

[Lana Bendo]

The Trail to Teeth was cold, but not in normative sense. It was cold with corpses, Lana found herself inspecting the allyway, and the dead Hutt goons that had been sent before her. That the rocket placement had been destroyed, and his body with the crude weapon was there meant this Darth Teeth was not some charalten, he was strong in the dark side. She made her way in her robes of gold and black into the ally, more bodies she stepped over when she saw a light at the end of this tunnel. She unclipping her lightsaber hilt with its crown shaped emitter ignited the garnet blade that hummed, her eyes of golden orange peering into the fog for her foe. He was rather good at masking his signature, which made her more alarmed.

She came to a pyre where a Mandalorian with no limbs was fastened, he was still as the Beskar acted as an oven to cook him in. Suddenly a red blade of kyber swept at her head and she threw up her blade to catch the next stroke. The Figure was a shadow, though the mask was unmistakable, it had many teeth which she imagine were taken from his victims.
She moved into a stance as she parried another cut, and then began a flurry of her own, she had to let this Predator, know that she was unafraid, that she too commanded the dark. So she moved into a Makashi chain of single handed wrist roll cuts and thrusts, as she then pointing her free left hand to unleash some current of lightning, bolts lapping at his mask, making those teeth seem more feral, more ferocious than she noticed before. He moved as an animal, leaping off the wall and striking from above, the avalanche blow made her roll away, as the hot blade crackled when it met pavement, and sparks flew about.

"You have some skill.. though clearly the element of surprise is your greatest strength.. come at me and see what I am made of!"
At her words, the fog thickened and she regretted speaking thus, for now she had to fight as if a Miraluka, as one blind!

 

[Darth Teeth]

The real Prey he had been seeking had at last come. He felt her presence immediately as she came near his laire. He watched with relish as she stepped over the sea of souls he had devoured. His attention was on her mouth as he made his first assault, his blade nearly clove her goldie locks off, and that was shen she saw it, perfect pearl white molars! He then beat at her some more, seeking to check the canines, when she began to respond, with some lightning even,
"That's the spirit!" He thought to himself.
Then once he had enough of her advances, he leapt into air to drop a blow that caused her to fully retreat. Her remark about his sneakiness made him chuckled as he used his Power to make the fog thicken.
"Poor Lass.. you have come to the last extraction. I have grown tired of this world.. and I wish to take my practice elsewhere!"
He see her move cautious in his soup of mist leapt and thrusting his blade at her abdomen, let out a growl. Why not play into animal persona a little.
He drew his mask with the teeth up to her face as his blade was caught in lock up.
"Open wide my love! Lets see those pearly whites close up!"
He began to use his strength, trying to press the blades into her belly as he came closer and closer to her face, his open mouth of sharp teeth coming to even one of her gilded eyes.

 

[Lana Bendo]

Already Lana had regretted her approach, the fog was so thick now and it was only the sound, the hum of his saber that she heard in time to block his thrust, which had it made purchase she would have been impaled at the waist. She then listened as went on about things that sounded strange, practice, did he mean this? The ally of corpses and a burning Mando who are barbecuing? She knew that some who were drawn to the Dark had propensity to torture others.. but this was.. well excessive. I mean usually Lords did such carnage to gain something.. fear to gain greater control or to test their power.. this.. this was something else.. something more sadistic..
In the lock up she said to the mask of teeth bearing close to her face,
"Do you have teeth fetish or something? I mean.. what is the deal?"
She broke off and then swung with both hands, beating at him with The Way of Krayt Dragon, using the dark side as his strength to try and beat him into ground like a peg of a tent.

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

The Morpheus Station traveled the stars.. Lord Hemorpheus had been searching for The Black Orchid, an heirloom of Darth Scaberous, and his efforts to cheat death. The Lord of Life was more interested in its properties, than the ability to suspend death. His search had brought him to Nar Shaddaa, for his sources had claimed there was one planet side who knew the way to Scaberous' Old Laboratory. Taking a shuttle he descended on the the bustling world. The Blood Red Shuttle was like drop of the life matter upon this dark city, he came to landing pad, where the ramp descended, his dark crimson leather moving beneath the lights as if cells themselves carrying blood through the body of most sentients. There was no dock workers, no one to collect a fee after hours, and probably if there was one, the sight of him might have scared them off. So He made his way towards the city of neon lights, there in streets of manner of organisms were, plenty of specimens that his old friend Lord Hexion would have probably collected.

He made his way towards one of the more lively and flashy cantinas. There he hoped to find the one who held the knowledge he seeked, or at least someone who might know of their wherabouts. Entering into a scene with riot of colors, lights, and music, the Dark Lord stood out and many recoiled instinctively from him, sensing what he carried inside. He came to the bar which was as brightly illuminated as the rest of the establishment in yellows, pinks, and greens. The Par Tender who was a Gran with those three eyes said in Galatic Basic,
"What is your poison?"
Hemorpheus understood this was colloquism, and not a true query, or else his remarks would be altogther different.
"I am looking for someone.. I am willing to pay a small fortune to find them."
The Bar Keep sat a drink down of ale.
"Who?"
The Lord of Life replied,
"They call him Darth Teeth.."
The Bar Tender sighed,
"That nutcase.. he lives in allyways and is a real nuisance. He calls himself a Dentist, all his patients are dead.."
Hemorpheus chuckled as he took silver container with lots of credits in it that he laid on the bar table, The Gran said,
"No.. keep your money.. if you are crazy enough to seek him out.. you are gonna need it more than more for medical bills.. especially for your mouth."
The Lord of Life gave a nod,
"And they say this place is without manners.. for your troubles I will make sure the troubles do not visit your door."
With that Hemorpheus made his way back to the streets and began searching for allyways.

 

[Serrin]

Serrin had come to Nar Shaddaa to disappear. The shame of what had happened on Dathomir was too much to bear. She had failed the Covens, and now she chose to live the shadows. To survive she had joined an outfit of thieves, lowlifes by the standards of many, like her. There was only one rule, that they share their plunder, and a second guideline of stealing only from those who who could spare losses. The Night Sister had become a Dancer at one of clubs, there she plied her trade, and found easy scores to take from when she danced around them in public and private. Her being a Dathomirian made her exotic, and so the Club Owner had shown her favor, and she was making a good wage without thievery.

Serrin still had a good heart. She would take some bread and give it to some poor urchins in the allyways. More than that she loved to dance, she felt a rush when she was on stage, and moving beneath the strobbing lights. After all that had happened, her failure to help Dathomir, and he falling out from her duties to the Lilastre Order, she had something to hold on to, the rhythm and passion of the dance. Each night she was paired with a Twi'lek of red skin, the two had become a duo, and The Night Sister had long cut her robes into a short mini skirt and removed the cloth that covered the area below her neck to her bosom, exposing pale white and grey skin; she was not naked, just unencumbered by the aspects of Night Sister wares that were stifling.

The Dancing Sarlaac was busy tonight with patrons, all there to see her and Zava. Before every show she was a little nervous, the jitters fueling her performance along with the Magicks. One routine she would teleport about the dance floor as she danced, and would appear near patrons who were rather excited to be near her. She never worried about them getting carried away, her ability to phase and disappear made her safe.

It was at the end of a routine, as she moved about in poofs of green and black smoke that she spun in the air and landed on his red boots, the sound of cheers meeting this climax as Zava smirked and came up next to her and put her back to hers. The two of them blew kisses to the crowds, and then retired to back room where they sat down at mirrors with neon lights all around.
"Good show Serrin, as always!"
She smiling said,
"Same to you!"
Zava leaning over, her lekku falling over her shoulder,
"I wish I could do that trick you do.. might secure my job."
Serrin stood up and gave the Twi'lek a hug.
"If they ever fire you.. I walk too!"
Zava smiled, her amber eyes shedding a tear.
"Wanna get a bite to eat?"
Serrin nodded,
"Absolutely! I am famished!"
The Two exited out the back and entered the sea of sentients walking about before the neon glowing clubs in their bright yellows, pinks, and blues. They came to kiosk, where Kebab was being served, and Serrin gave some credits to the cook, and the two gals at as steam rose from vents. As they ate a figure in a hood walked nearby in white, the face obscured, Serrin taking a pouch, conjured her magicks around it and it appeared in his hand, he shaking it to hear the ring of coin then turned through the steam of the vents. Every Commision she made, Serrin had to pay to her Thieve Band. For without them, she would have starved.

 

[Darth Teeth]

The Bold Blond beat at him with the force of a Krayt Dragon, and yet this did not dissuade him. He spun his blade around and began to parry, and then thrust his blade like a tooth pick, trying to inch into her and find purchase.
"The Reek shall give me her teeth!"
This was his mocking term for her, for he was now in a frenzy, swirling his hot red blade of kyber about ihm and thrashing and gnashing at her. All the time his mask gave that unpleasant smile. Then he suddenly paused, and became as if in a trance, his body convulsing, and then his movements became as if strings were upon him, puppeting him. If he was in a cantina, one would believe he was intoxicated, but this was something else. A method in his madness that achieved results.

 

[Lana Bendo]

The Deranged Dentist was giving her a quite a fight, when suddenly he paused and his movements became very calm and druken. She cut with her blade and he beat it away with such serenity, as if he could feel her blows. She leapt into the air, thrusting with both hands and he releasing with one hand, pushed is palm against his handle and threw her back, making her fall on her back. What was this? He had shown no aptitude, no distinct power, all was menace and the plying trade of malpractice. Now he stood his ground in such a tranquil manner she could mistake him for a Jedi. And yet he could not be one of the Paladins of the Light. His aura was bathed in blood, and his malice was clear with each move. Lana became frustrated,
"So.. earlier you were trying to make me overconfident. And now you show your true rancor."
She charged anew, calling the Power around her blade which made the debris, trash paper and metal objects rise up and float as she prepared this stroke to land on Him. She was determined to drop him, to end this in one maunver. Sweeping the blade like a Sarlaac tentacle she drew it upward, from below his waist and let out a cry of angst.

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

Hemorpheus had followed the sound of crackling sabers, a distinct noise known to the Initiated. He came to the ally where he saw two crimson blades smiting one another he knew he was in the right place. One of combatants fit the description, a perpetual smile of jagged teeth on a mask and the other was a beautiful lady with golden locks and a grace of movement that he found only in the fairer sex.
The Sith Scientist did not interrupt this dance, for it was a intimate one between duelists, and not to be disturbed. Besides he wanted to see what this Darth Teeth was capable of. If he was to follow him to the Threshold of the galaxy searching for the Black Orchid, then it behooved The Lord of Life to known a little of this man. As he watched this rather unique form of combat come forth, he noticed that The Toothed One was gaining the upper hand in this fight, that the more relaxed he became, the more unnerved the fair Dame became. As a Scientist this was amusing to watch, that Jedi Training was giving a Dark Sider an advantage, something he had tried to point out in The Diarchy, that one must learn from all the disciplines of the Force to have a more rounded view and to gain the benefits of those ideologies. The Sith's hatred of all Jedi teachings was a weakness, just as the hatred of all Dark Side teachings was the Jedi's weakness. Hemorpheus wish he could have observed The Je'daii of old, who balanced both the Light and the Dark, and when there was imbalance in an adherent they were sent to corresponding moon to bring them into balance, Ashla to glean more light, and Bogan to delve into the dark.

The Scientist would have to be content with his own philosophy for now, as blasphemous as it was to all sides that it was.

 

[Serrin]

When work was finished, Serrin and Zava often went to the Underground Club. There Spice Dens of red smoke flooded the room and The Night Sister would join in the party, smokling, drinking, and dancing. Here she threw off the Thief, The Night Sister, and whatever other bonds she had. Here she was simply Serrin, enjoying herself. The Club was throbbing as all manner of members lost themselves to the pulse rising music, Serrin found herself throwing her hands up in the air as she shook her booty and came close up to Twi'lek male who was thrilled by the proximity of their bodies. Zava using one of smoking devices, looked over at her coworker and chuckled. Every night was the same, Serrin losing herself to the beat and letting herself have a release. Here she did not dance for others or the entertainment of anyone, this was for her and her alone. While those next to her may enjoy her presence, she was not aware of them. Her head was in rapture as she shook her body and moved about the dance floor in the thick of fog of red smoke, and yellow lights.

Not content to remain on the side lines, Zava got up and joined The Night Dancer. She began to move in rhythm to her, and the two gave themselves to the music. Serrin grabbed Zava and began to dance with her, the two cradling each other. This caused some cheers, but it was not like that. The two of them were soothing one another as good friends in a world without much mercy...

 

[Darth Teeth]

The Blond Bombshell was becoming desperate. She used Sarlaac Sweep, to which he drew his teeth like mask to meet, an unspected move, offering is head, when suddenly it dropped it around the swirl of the strike, and taking his blade he dug his kyber like a tooth into her shoulder, taking her to the ground. The motion was flawless, she had fallen for the bait and now he had her on the chair of the ground, ready to extract the prize from her mouth. He grabbed her with the Force and said,
"Stop moving! Open up and say awe!"
His voice was more garbled than before, more vicious in tone, and he was now fishing into her mouth to take what he wanted, when the fog cleared. The Lord of Teeth turned and saw a figure in burgundy leather, he wore a mask, though less frightening.
"Another patient? I will be with you when I finish."
He turning his attention back to Gilded Haired One, searched inside and saw all manner of perfect pieces for his collection. She had taken good care of her mollars.
"I have not seen such good work! You are to be commended! You even floss, never seen such clean gums!"
The more he looked at the care in which this mouth had been, he drew his glove from his mouth, and turned his helm.
"It is shame to mess with such a fine set.. to split them up.."
His tone had changed once more, it was softer as he let her go and stood up.
"You have no need of my talents.."
He then turned to the One in Burgundy, who's very armor looked like blood vessels and cells moving.
"You on the other hand.. should have made an appointment..."

 

[Lana Bendo]

Lana was amazed when his head pivoted forward into her sweep, she smiled as if victory was assured, when she was decieved.. he dropped it and circumvented her cut, and took his burning blade right into her shoulder, throwing her flat on her back. This knocked the wind out of her as he breath flew up from her mouth in a clear puff. She ached from the cold of the fog and heat of battle, and now her shoulder was punctured and the pain flooded to it. Then he using his command of Force Grip, made her stay put and opened her mouth. She tried to fight him, to which he growled in tone and forced her mouth open, placing leather fingers inside. She wanted to gag, but then to her astonishment as he inspected her, he drew back and remarked that he did not want to take her set of teeth. She had no idea what this meant with a Mad Man, and then someone else was there, to whom he was addressing, she leaning to look saw someone in Blood Red Leather, a saber hilt dangling from their belt. They certainly did not have the traditional attire of the Jedi.

She sat up more fully, it seemed this Darth Teeth no longer considered her a threat. She eyeing her crown hilted saber which she had dropped, contemplated striking him from behind. However, despite being devoted to the dark side, Lana had a shred of honor, and when she was under his power he had shown a type of mercy. Never did she consider he rather obsessive brushing technique would save her. Besides there was another party now and she had no idea how they would react if she went in for the kill. He might have been watching all along, hard to say, but she was wounded which was another disadvantage. Lana decided to call her weapon to her and held it in her left hand tight to her armpit to denote she had no intent of aggression,.

 

[Darth Hemorpheus]

The Lord of Life was pleased to see that this Darth Teeth had forgone mutilating the mouth of the rather beautiful Dark Lady. When the attention of this curious Odontophil had now come his way,
"I beg your many pardons, I was unable to make an appointment. I do wish to enlist your services."
The Scientist knew that when those of questional reason and insanity that you did not dismiss or call out their delusions. Rather you operated through them to achieve the ends you desire.
"There is a Orchid.. one that I believe contains properties important to Life. You are Dentist and are concerned with the mouth, and this plant if taken by mouth is said to bequeath immortality. I understand that you once went to Odar-Faustin, a world lost to the star charts. I beg your indulegence, if you were see to lead me there, I will ensure you have so many patients for your practice, that you can be known in the whole galaxy as the Greatest Dentist of the dark side."
That last bit was laying it on a little thick, alas when dealing with people of shifting dispositions and moods, it behooved the sane to be to the point and make haste. Hemorpheus was hoping that this Darth Teeth would oblige his request, that they could go to the world where one Darth had discovered a ripple in the fabric of life and death. Darth Nexion would no doubt be interested, because the experimenting with Life had created creatures of Death, that had come back from the Netherworld much altered and not as they had been when they departed...