Back at Anchorhead, Jarrus had returned to his bar where he cleaned a glass. He wondered how things had faired for Sarla and Remy, if all was well. When he put down the glass he felt something, it was a terrible sensation of throbbing. His eyes scanned the full of Bar, when he saw a newcomer clade in white, his right shoulder had a crown of spikes forhed into a circle, and his blue hair stood out. He was sitting a booth, eating something when a bunch of Rodians who usually sat there cams in making a bunch of noise.
Degato sat as he ate Sarlaac Sausage, organ meat no one dared ask where it came from, his single visible golden eye starring as if into a void. His movements were cold and precise as he chewed the link of mystery beef. The Threes Big Blsack eyed Rodians stood around his table and one of them, the presumed leader placed his fist of green on the table, making it shake. The man in White did not seem to pay them heed, continuing to partake of his meal. Aggitated, the Rodian Leader drew a blasted pistol and pointed the barrel at his head shouting. Degato’s one visible gold eye shifted from looking ahead to fixing on this Green Parasite. He finished his last bite, and then removing his hands from the plate, suddenly the other Rodian began to scream as ifs arm twisted and pointed at its boss, who turned in horror as he was shot in the head, a smoke hole rising from that head, the two remaining parasites contorted as Degato rose to his feet and walked away towards the bar, there was two shots fired and they fell beside their boss.
Jarrus involuntarily trembled before this being who obviously knew The Force, but his signature when he tried to read him made the Ex-Jedi feel dizzy and short of breath.
“There was a Zeltron who came through here, a Sith, where did she go?”
Jarrus guessed another hunter seeking Sarla’s head.
“I have no idea what you are talking about..”
Jarris felt his mind sieze and he was shoved against the bottles of spirits, his eyes became like great saucers as he felt his insides squeezed.
“What.. the.. farrik.. are you?!”
Degato leaned closer his almost boyish face painted with a smile as he leaned into to speak in his ear.
“I am Shadow.. I consume all around me, and never am satisfied, what am I?”
Jarrus choked, his facw painted with pain,
“A.. black hole..”
Releasing him Degato began to walk away, having probed his mind and seen the hideout. Jarrus grabbed a lightsaber from under the counter and ignited the purple blade and leapt over the bar table, his saber came down on the white coat and stopped in place, with a snap of his fingers, Degato turned on his heel to look at the Bartender with Brandished Blade.
“A valiant effort.. though futile..”
Degato then stretched out his fingers and a swirling purple light began to emerge from his palm.
Jarrus could feel himself under the power of this Being, and he knew he had little time.
“What do you want with her? The Bounty?”
The Wound drew closer, his eye a lash away from Jarrus.
“You could not begin to understand my reasons Jedi.. take solace in that you will be my meal which is a great honor..”
The blue energy became waves of light that burned Jarrus and he felt himself being drawn into a vaccum himself, till his heart beats ceased and was drained to the last drop.
The Black Hole then walked out of the hidden cantina, a Mandalorian who had seen thos spectacle got on the comms on his wrist.
Remy Singh
