To Start a Blade

[Ak'lya]

So, if Simon was to make this weapon, he needed a rather nasty element. Specifically, innocent blood. He hated the idea, but it was the only way he could do this. And so, on the planet where the shuttle had dropped him, he walked the streets. Nar Shaddaa was full of walking, breathing civilians. Some of whom would meet an unfortunate end. His eyes darted around, looking for someone to take down and Rob of the precious fluid. And a couple candidates came to mind.

First, a young man, standing far from the others. He was secluded, alone, and rather easy to take down. Once things got messy, though, there would be too many people around. And he didn't need the attention. Security may not be the best, but he didn't want to risk it. It wasn't the easy, simple work he was hoping for.

The other option was an older woman, looking around for someone or other. She could easily be taken care of, but the person she was searching for may be a problem. Everything else was perfect about it.

Choices, choices.... And such a grisly task ahead of him...

 

[Ak'lya]

Finally deciding on the former as the latter was reunited with their loved one, as it seemed, he walked over to the man, whispered in his ear "I've got a business deal for you. Come." He then stalked into an alleyway. There was no light, no cameras, no windows. No way to see what was going on. It was the perfect place for a silent kill.
"So what do you want?" The man said, clearly not seeing where it was going. Before the man could react, a pair of knives soared at him. One skimmed past his shoulder, cutting it superficially. The other, however, imbedded into his eye. And he was done.
"Ugh. Why did it have to be this?" He asked to no one in particular. Slashing the man's throat and rolling him over, he collected the blood as best he could into a small metal cylinder. After wiping what little blood was on the outside of the canister, he slipped it into his satchel. That should be enough for what he wanted to make. And he was done with the more gruesome part of the job. At least, assuming he didn't screw up or loose the cylinder.

 

[Ak'lya]

Stepping out of the alleyway, Simon was confronted by a man wielding a rather large vibroblade. "Where is he?"
"Who?" He replied, attempting to continue on his way.
"The man you just invited into the alley. What happened to him."
"He's in there. He should be out in a bit. Feel free to check on him if you'd like." The man grunted and stormed into the alley, and was enraged by what he saw. But when he returned, the man he had confronted was gone.

Simon had slipped into a cantina, and used the refresher. Namely, to throw up. "That was horrible." He muttered, returning to the commons. Checking his satchel, he scanned the contents. Nothing missing. Good. Now, all he needed was a place to stay for the night and he would be set to do this. Wait...
The cylinder was missing. And across the room, a man flipped it to himself. His mistake. Approaching slowly, carefully, like he was stalking prey, he readied a knife in his hand. No one seemed to notice him as he drew nearer. Until he was finally in throwing range. And then the third looked up.
And ran, Simon chasing him through the streets.