The Lost Shall Be Found

[Krayn]

“I am here to see the Hutt.” The voice of behind the dark mask carried across the entrance hall like a storm cloud as two guards, a Sullustian and a Weequay took steps to block him from entrance into the palace proper. “Do not dare to bare me entry.”
Blasters were raised, the Weequay snarling at him in Huttese. It would be his last words.
The lightsaber, red in hue was faster than their shots. The Sullustian went first, his head leaving his body before the Weequay joined him on the floor.
Returning the saber to his side the dark robed form continued onwards towards the palace entrance.
From behind large doors a Twi’lek, skinny and scrawny appeared. He was almost sickening to look at with deep purple blotches covering his almost clear skin tone.
<You cannot disturb the Master.> His words, spoken in Huttese as was popular by those of his species meant nothing to the recent murderer.
“I will speak with the Hutt.” The voice modulation within his helmet twisted his voice into something more menacing. Yet the Twi’lek just stood there in silence, staring at him with his big round eyes. “I will speak with the Hutt now!” From his belt the lightsaber had appeared once more, the red blade not even needing igniting to get the point across. A bow of the head was all that was necessary to commit to the request.
Following the creature through the doors led the robed being into the main audience chamber of the Hutt’s palace. It stank like filth and for once the appreciation of the helmets filters truly swept across him. Species from every walk of life occupied the chamber, each individual in their own way and to see them scatter in fear to their hiding holes was almost worth making the trip to Tatooine in the first place.
<Master.> The Hutt’s servant approached the giant form of the sleeping Alien. <Master you must awaken. He is here. He has killed the door guards.>
Eye lids began to part and a hand found itself suddenly raised to the neck of the Twi’lek, orange anger flowing through the Hutt’s stare. <You wake me! Why do you do this?> The same orange eyes turned to fall upon the dark soul that had made himself known at the centre of the room. <Ah…>
“Teemo.” A greeting of sorts he supposed.
<You come early. You slaughter my warriors and expect a warm welcome?> The Hutt shifted nervously on his platform, several members of the motley crowd caught their courage and started to close in around the lone man. <Tell me why I should even admit you to speak to me; Betrayer of Ren?>
A few hushed whispers passed around the room, even here in the scum ridden shadows of the galaxy the First Order had a presence and the Knight’s of Ren had become a common urban myth.
It was almost comically entertaining.
“Dispense with the audience if you please.” A solitary hand was waved towards the masses whose eyes had all fallen upon the Hutt.
<Fine. Be gone. All of you. Let me speak to this slime myself.>
The room slowly emptied and for several moments there was nothing but silence between the two.
<The room is cleared as desired. Now Ren, speak your terms.>
“Ren means nothing to me now.” The helmeted head took in the Hutt who didn’t look to surprised.
<Ah yes of course, so the rumours of your new Mandalorian friends are indeed true.> Teemo glared at the ex-Ren with his orange eyes. <I regret killing the fool who brought that news to me now.>
“I do not stand here for them.” The Hutt’s confident nature seemed to wither away. “I stand here on my own agenda.”
<Why? Why have you come here then.>
“You know exactly what I have come here for. Exactly why I am here.”

* < > Translated from Huttese

 

[Krayn]

Earlier​

“You will now tell me the location.” Belis’ voice could barely be heard over the sobs of the alien currently suspended from the rooms dark ceiling. Thick chains rattled as the Rodian, heavy with fatigue attempted to bring some form of objection to the point. “Tell me now.”
All that came was screams, pain filled cries as electrical pulses and Neuron amplifiers coursed through their victims body creating a pain beyond that of any belief.
Even the nearby torture droid seemed to hesitate in his task of controlling the charges, yet as instructed he mindlessly initiated the moments of extreme pain.
“I will ask one more time…”
“Stop, stop…” The Rodian spoke through clear pain. “I don’t know what it is you seek, I never held claim to this artefact you are asking for.”
Belis stepped closer, a black clad fist connecting with the green tinged cheek of the Rodian.
“You are lying.”
“No I’m not I swear.” Real tears began to roll down the pitiful creature’s face. “I’m just a street merchant, you have the wrong person.”
Belis’ form, shrouded in dark cloth stepped away from the Rodian allowing the wimpers to merely continue in silence.
“Three weeks ago you received a shipment of medical supplies from the noble houses of Anoat. Is that true.”
“Y-y-yes.”
“We can both now come to the agreeance that those medical supplies delivered by one Gurill Talsarn were in fact not medical supplies but contraband smuggled to yourself for the black market.”
“N-n-no! I would never.” The Rodian struggled at his binds again.
“We are getting no where on this. Droid bring in the girl.” The torturer droid plodded out of the room and returned shortly with another Rodian, this time a younger female. The shopkeeper’s daughter would he believe the talk of the town. “Tell me where those shipments went or she dies.”
“What?! No.” The Rodian clearly panicked. “I’m telling you the truth, they were medical goods sold to the college of medicine.”
“Wrong.” The girl rose from the ground as Belis’ hand outstretched towards her, an invisible force taking hold of her throat. “Where is the shipment.”
“I-I-I…he’ll kill me.”
“And I won’t?” By now the girls shade had gone more blue then green, her airways slowly closing completely.
“Teemo. I sold them to Teemo the Hutt.” The girl dropped to the ground where she tried to catch her breath.
“Teemo the Hutt? Where?”
“Mos Shuuta…please let us go.” The Rodian seemed defeated completely but could only sigh as the binds on his wrists were removed.
“Droid.”
“Yes Master.”
“Kill them, burn the house down.”

 

[Krayn]

Now​

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The inner tunnels of Teemo’s palace were in every regard as twisted as the Hutt himself. Dark and brooding with decorative touches to keep the illusion of grandeur alive and well. Yet none of it seemed to compare with the mood surrounding the two as they proceeded further into the depths of the palace and towards Teemo’s apparently esteemed vault.​

<The items were gifts from around the galaxy, offered too me freely by those who serve my court.> Teemo continued as his form continued sliding, all while attempting to keep up with the Mandalorian Knight’s own stride. <Such items make me pleased and are pleasant additions to my collection.>
“Your collection?” A glance, hidden by the mask that concealed his features was shot at the Hutt. “What use does a Hutt have for such things?”
The pair stopped by an immense metal door, the type that hid defences and security. Indeed even from here any thief was likely to surrender and walk-away.
<Everyone has their interests.> The Hutt put a hand against a panel on the wall. <Mine happens to be history.>
The room revealed itself to them, walls adorned with display cases that did not remove ones eyes from the endless piles of treasure upon the ground. All it would take was a casual sweep of the hand and one would be rich beyond belief. Yet the promise of riches meant nothing to Belis. He was here for something worth more than gold or silver.
“Most impressive.” He said causing a faint smile on the Hutt’s face. A casual flick of Teemo’s arm allowing the dark warrior and himself entrance into the vault.
<For centuries I have collected these things, things that most people have forgotten about.> The Hutt stopped near one particular glass case that held some bleach white bones and moth eaten robes. <My obsession with anything connected to the Jedi and their kind has brought me many gifts and trials. All of which I store here.>
“I however sense that this is not all of what you possess?” Belis paused and ran his glove over a case of Lightsabers, each as different as the next and took in their willingness to reach out to him in the force, begging him to set them free. “What of the items belonging to true history?”
A glint in the Hutt’s eyes seemed to get caught in the flickering of the lights.
<You are well informed. Which of my subjects told you these secrets, I wish to see them punished.>
“They have already been dealt with.”

*< > Translated from Huttese

 

[Krayn]

Before​

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“Teemo will crush you scum.” Belis stood over the form of the downed Aqualish as the alien spat in his general direction. “He will eat you whole, chew you up and spit you into the Rancor’s Pit.”​

Even over the sound of the humming saber Teemo’s little informant was resolute in his hatred towards the Knight in front of him, despite having already lost an arm and half of his leg to Belis’ attack against him.
“I care not for what your Hutt will do to me.” Belis extended out his arm and with a natural pull of the Force he lifted the Aqualish up to hover above the ground, clear pain running through the alien as pressure was applied to his wounds. “However what I do care for is what your Hutt has behind his closed doors.”
“Why should I tell you anything?”
He applied the Force to his neck, squeezed with just enough power to keep the oxygen from reaching his lungs. “Is your tongue still in check.” He released.
“Okay, okay…” The Alien was released and he fell with a heavy thud to the ground screaming in pain as he did. “Teemo has a collection, he gets things added to it. He has a vault beneath the palace.”
“Good.” Belis turned his back on the creature, his saber still humming. “What about the recent arrivals, did they go into his vault?”
“No, they were something special, something else.” It was funny how easily one would talk once pressure was applied in the right places. “He had them moved into the room at the back of the vault, it is hidden, meant to be unknown.”
“Unknown? Then how is it you know?” Belis turned on the man, applied his mental tactics that he had learnt within the Ren, pushed for the information he needed.
“I-I-I saw it once.” The Aqualish’s eyes had rolled in his skull as his mind was needlessly punched by Belis’ own dark energies.
“Yes you did. I see it.” The mental images were ripped from the alien’s mind, his form twitching as he collapsed fully on the ground. “You have served me well today. I will end your pain.”
The lightsaber cleaned through his neck.