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(This topic is the introductory topic from Shattered Galaxy. http://s15.zetaboards.com/SW_Shattered_Galaxy/topic/266504/1/ )

Original Poster: Ra Cul

Coruscant. The City Planet. Capital of the Galaxy for over thirty thousand years. At it's height, home to over a trillion people. Today, less than a quarter of that remains. I was born here. I left, fifteen years ago, to further my training. Until today, I have not been back.

The skies still burn, over a hundred years later. The Black General scorched them, when his wave of darkness hit. Some say he used the Force. Others claim it was a chemical, or biological weapon. I know exactly how it was done. I also know how to fix it.

How? That's easy. Hadrius Cul, the infamous Black General, left me instructions. See.....I'm his great grandson. I am Ra Cul, named for his father. I am the Crimson Knight, and like over four millenia of Culs, I am strong in the ways of the Force.


Ra stood on top of ruined cityscape, his eyes sweeping the area, as the burning skies darkened somewhat. Night and day never truly came to Coruscant anymore, merely changes in coloring. Not much really came to Coruscant anymore.

When Hadrius brought a Super Star Destroyer down, crashing into the Senate Building, and thousands of ships bombarded the planet with tremendous firepower, it would have been years, decades, before the planet had healed. When one of his men, a talented slicer hit the galactic holonet system with a mega-virus, and crashed it, helping to further shatter all the galaxy's major powers, the purpose of a giant planet sized city was lost. The galaxy was shattered....broken. It didn't need a planet that could not support itself.

The wealthy fled. Any who were able to, fled. Those who could not escape, remained on an isolated world, largely incapable of supporting so many. The first several decades weeded out the weak. Slowly, the planet stabilized. But in isolation, and already pushing past the numbers it could support, the planet has become among the most dangerous, run down, and vile in the galaxy today.


Ra's eyes seemed to smolder, much the same as the scorched skies of the ruined city planet. He ignited his saber, one of two he carried. Blazing red light sprung forth, as he etched a small symbol into the ground. Few would recognize the symbol. It was an ancient Sith marking. Redemption.

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My blood shattered the galaxy. Two whole generations before me, have come and gone. They could not repair what was done. It was not their destiny. The galaxy must be brought back full circle. The darkness must be lifted, and the wounds healed.

For years now, I have known my work would have to begin here, at the place the galaxy was shattered. I had hoped for more time, to complete certain aspects of my training, and meet more of the players in this game, before I had to come home.

Such was not to be. A dark power, thought fallen, when my father faced it last, and died, has risen, and begins to spread it's malice through the galaxy. Time has run short.

The Force is with me, however, and a number of those I'll need are here, or will be here soon.


Ra made his way down the sloped side of the building. Likely it had been melted from turbo laser fire, a hundred years past. His goal was at the base of the metalic mountain. A large, noisy nightclub. Near to one of the few actual spaceports left active on planet, it tended to draw a rowdy crowd, and managed to stay busy. Ra knew that both the Hutts, and the Mandos made use of it. Both parties made a killing, extorting the natives of Coruscant. That would change.

He entered the main room with an air of confidence, his one commonly used saber hung openly on his belt. With the distrust of Force users common throughout the galaxy, it was no suprise when several bouncers approached him, scowling darkly.

The club was dimly lit, save for flashing lights near a dancefloor, so the burning effect in Ra's eyes stood out, as he smiled, rather visciously, at the bouncers. "I really wouldn't bother trying. If I wanted trouble, it would have been on, and in my hand, when I walked through the door. I'm here to meet a few people, maybe have a few drinks, and watch some of the girls dance. You don't need to worry about me."

"We don't need to worry about him" The lead bouncer mentioned to the others. They nodded, and allowed Ra to pass.

Ra approached the bar, ordering a glass of imported whiskey. Corellian. He placed a large gemstone on the bar, which was examined for purity, then greedily swiped away, letting Ra know his tab still had some credit to it.

His eyes swept the club. Already, he could see at least two of the people he was here for. Others would come, sooner or later. He'd seen this moment in time since as far back as he could remember....

Drink in hand, he approached one of the dancers, and set his hand on her shoulder. "You dance pretty good. Why don't we head over to my table? I've had a long trip, and I'm in the mood to unwind."
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Original Poster: Imogen Starcry

I hate this place more and more each day...

Imogen StarCry thought this to herself as she let the tiny injector tube release its contents into her blood stream via the little needle she had just jabbed into a vein on her wrist. As it began to circulate in her system, the noise of the dressing room began to soften and drown out in her ears. All that mattered now was breathing...

In... Out... In... Out... In...

Her brother Aramyth would have skinned her with a hot blade had he known she was sampling the merchandise. Then again...it was his fault even if she was. He had gotten her started on the drugs years ago.

On Coruscant, there wasn't much to do really. Besides having sex, gambling, stealing, and doing drugs. It had become a nest for the scum of the galaxy...as if the very planet itself had drawn them all there like a magnetic.

It was one reason she needed to really keep her head down nowadays...what with the Hutts around...and the Mandolorians...

But Imogen really didn't care anymore. In a way she was bored with being on this shit hole of a planet...bored with life itself.

The giggles of the other girls in the room roused her from her thoughts and she turned her heavy, gaze slowly to the mirror. For a moment she watched the group of Twi'lek girls as they talked amongst themselves. She never bothered them, and they turned the favor...most of the time.

They were always the first to let her know her place at the club...and she was the first to admit when she was at the bottom of the pecking order. The only thing she perhaps had on them was the fact that she was 2 years younger than any of them. And men tended to like younger girls...for some disturbing reason that Imogen really didn't care to ponder too long.

But the Twi'leks...they were exotic...and far more beautiful in comparison to her.

And she was the first to admit her own low self esteem was kicked only lower when they were in the same room with her.

Sighing, she finished applying the silver shadow and lipstick that made up her costume and got to her feet to straighten a rather short silver mini skirt and matching silver halter top. She tightened the strings of the shirt behind her neck and put her feet, one after the other up on her chair to tie off the leg straps of her silver heels.

She heard Tapir, a Rodian male in charge of scheduling call her name and she nodded to the door to tell him she would be out soon.

Show time.

Outside in the nightclub, it was much the same as the night before. The same old same old.

Same music...

Same dirty old bastards...

And the same stale smell of booze and cheap sex.

She blocked it out though, aided by the drug supressing her inhibitions and her ability to really even care at all. It was easy when the Exaline was running through her like this to just forget.

To lose all thought of anything besides the music and she walked out onto the stage as she did every night, letting that music throb through her and out of her. During these dances she lived only for the music.

Yes...the dirty scum were still there, hounding her with vulgarities as she moved across the stage and around the bars that ran from floor to cieling. But she paid them no mind for now.

Once her number was over, she left the stage to go get herself something to drink, but as she approached the bar, she felt a hand on her shoulder and heard the voice of the man as he spoke. "You dance pretty good. Why don't we head over to my table? I've had a long trip, and I'm in the mood to unwind."

Unwind. Now that was a word she understood well enough. She'd just have to make sure he paid for this little session somewhere along the way.

Bidding a farewell in her mind for now to the bar, she let the man lead her off toward his table, sliding an arm under his as she went. She earned a few glances from two of the darker colored Twi'leks, but they made no move to say anything, only gave a snotty tilt of the head. She offered a catty smile in return as she walked with her...patron.

As they approached the table, she would push Ra gently into his seat with a light two handed shove to his chest. Her silver bracelets flashed and jingled in the strobes of the club. She gave a gently smirk to him, eyes moving to one of the sabers on his belt and a brow slowly lifted in curiosity. "I'm surprised the bouncers let you in here...we have a strict no weapons policy."

She didn't seem particularly bothered though. If he wanted to pretend he was a jedi...or even a sith for that matter, she wouldn't stand in his way. As the music began to shift again and began to move around him, letting her hands roam his body. Over his chest...his shoulders...his neck...his arms... She eyed his lightsaber again in thought. Grien would be able to get her a nice price if she brought him one...

Then she moved onto his lap, facing him. He was rather handsome...in his own way.

If it wasn't for his eyes, he might have been rather appealing.

But those fire red eyes... They reminded her too much of the firey skies of Coruscant...

Her own brown eyes wandered his for a moment, perhaps missing a beat or two in the music in doing so. But really they did seem so much like the Hell that burned in the skies above her world. That one thought seemed to bother her deep down...maybe because her drugged mind seemed to fixate on it.

As her hips would be moving with the music, she lost her beat and came to a stop, merely pondering his eyes now, face not too far from his. Perhaps he had only wanted a lap dance and to not be bothered with someone asking him questions...but she had to ask.

"Your eyes..." she spoke gently, not wanting to draw any attention from those around them. "...they burn like the skies...Why is that, I wonder?"
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Original Poster: Calin Riegal

Calin pushed his way through the doors that separated the streets of Coruscant from what has quickly become a cesspool of scum, thugs and malcontents that seemed to inhabit what was once the most thriving metropolis of the Galaxy. But Calin was not here to deal with any of those people, he was in fact here to scout out the few groups that managed for form a profit out of the belligerence and dilapidation that had consumed the planet. The Hutts and the Mandolorians. They took advantage of the poor and the unprotected of this planet, and Calin hated them for it. Thus he had devoted himself to stopping them.

For exactly that reason Calin had deemed it necessary to visit a bar, part of the dingy nightlife that these people seemed to thrive on. What Calin needed was not cheap drinks or even cheaper entertainment, what he needed was information. He needed to know what they were up to, what shipments they might be brining in, and how hard it might be for his team to 'requisition' it for the people or Coruscant. After they had a drink or six, many of their people were more than happy to divulge this information. Better yet, they would never remember even telling him.

"...we have a strict no weapons policy."

Calin overheard this as he passed a table where one of the cantina's dancers seemed to be earning her living. Calin chucked a little to himself...no weapons policy? Calin was nowhere near foolhardy enough to walk Coruscant at night, unarmed and defenceless. As was his custom, Calin was as heavily armed as the situation would allow, which currently called for discreet action. A pair of blaster pistols were concealed under either side of his vest. Similarly, a pair of vibro-daggers were strapped to his thighs, hidden by his long cloak.

Calin had come alone tonight, leaving his team back at their base, little more than living quarters and a small hanger, retrofitted for their needs. He and his team were some of the few good people left on this cursed planet, the few that thought of others rather than simply their own greed and ambition. It was a bleak outlook on the state of things to be sure, but then again, it was a very bleak planet, and the skies reflected that. As Calin turned to slide into a free table, he caught a quick glance of the man the dancer seemed to be with, when something caught his eye.

Hanging from the man's belt, as obvious as a rancor in a city block, was a lightsaber, so similar to those he had in his possession. Calin's first thoughts were how brave the man must have been, to be displaying his allegiance to a faction so hated by the general population, regardless of whether he was Jedi or Sith. But his thoughts began to drift further, wondering. If this man was a force user, he was obviously connected to their world. Maybe, perhaps he had answers to the questions burning in his mind. His past, his family, all the history that remained shrouded in mystery to him. Calin was seconds away from approaching him, but he forced himself to remain stationary.

Now was not the time, not the place, and not the situation. He had business to attend to tonight, and he would not let himself fail. He had more than just his team depending on him, he had the people of Coruscant as well. Even with the tempting prospect of a chance to discover his past, he forced himself back to the task at hand. He began discreetly scanning the patrons of the bar, looking for any he might recognize as Hutt's or Mandolorians. If he could find at least some information before the night was over, perhaps then, he would pursue the past rather than the future.
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Coruscant, a worse place then his grandfather had explained. The once azure skies and beautiful twilight at sunday had soon faded. The Black General's chaos which turned such a lively planet into rubble was nothing short of enraging. However Raph couldnt help, but feel partly responsible since his grandmother on his father's side helped lead the General's armies through here. What went through those two minds is an enigma. Though he didnt do it so no guilt should befallen his soul or so he thought.

Wearing a red cloak he kept the hood over his head. Raph stepped along through clear pathes of the Coruscanti streets as he decided he'd treat himself out. He was feeling particularly low, Dubrillion was always on his mind. He was now the last one of his family. His grandfather died so that Raph can escape his and parents were murdered in cold blood, but the same person who claimed his grandfather's life. These thoughts filled his head as he crept eerily down the streets. People couldnt help, but stop and look at the heavily cloaked and concealed man walking down as if he had something deep to hide.

Raphael finally stopped at a nearby cantina. He lifted his head up slightly to look at the sign, a few strands of his fiery red hair fell over his eyes as he did. His hood was still low of course. He wandered if they would be like the cantinas back home. A good place to have a drink, kick back, and relax with a few buddies. Raphael had a small smile on his face, he could use a pick-me-up. As he entered he was alittle startled, he didnt expect it to be so...scummy. Dancers, strippers, drunks, and criminals seemed to be hiding here then again they were everywhere.

"One moment pal." Raph stopped looking and saw the bouncer who just looked at him. "I cant allow you in here with a weapon. Give me it or scram." He ordered as he held out his hand. Raph looked at his hand for a moment then looked back at the bouncer who seemed to be getting impatient. "Well?!" He shouted, but Raphael gave a smug look, he wasnt going to hand over a family heirloom to this thug.

Raph pulled back his sleeve and waved his hand over the bouncer. "Ye of small mind..." He whispered then walked passed the confused man. Using a trick of his, the bouncer had completely forgotten about Raphael who simply passed through him. He didnt care, he wanted a drink and didnt want to be seen here. In a way he was acting a bit spoiled, he was a crown prince so he had a reputation to upheld, he didnt want to be caught with a bunch of criminals in a underworld bar. So he pulled his hood down further and took a seat at the booth near the corner. He crossed his sleeve concealed arms then asked the waitress for some Corellian Ale, his favorite.

While his drink was coming he looked around to see what kind of people were in this place, mostly perverts and drunks as it seemed. He wasnt used to such local color. Dubrillion was a planet or honor, stability, beauty, and morals. When his grandmother ran it, she ran it the way of a that she treated every Dubrillian as royalty seeing them as a the superior race of people in the galaxy. Scum was something that wasnt present often on Dubrillion, people were too family oriented and moral run. The more Raphael looked around the more he longed for his homeworld. A place people would always tip their hat and say good day rather than stab or mug you. However that was over ever since that strange thing came and took the planet. Raphael wanted to know where that thing even came from, but he couldnt right now, he was too weak.

Raphael felt the presense of another force user though. He started rubbing his chin under his hood with his index finger seeing him taking a dancer back to his table. Pathetic, he thought. Back home women had alittle more dignity. Raphael took his eyes off of the force user though and his legs as his drink came. He thanked the waitress and flashed her his grand smile which she giggled at before she departed. Raphael still had it.

He took a few sips of his drink as he looked at the dancers. He was somewhat intranced as he starred. He sat back and crossed both his arms and legs as he gave an emotionless look. He was too indulged in his own thoughts. He might as well just see if anything heats up in the cantina, if not, he'd leave.
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Such a tragic face. Not in that it was unnatractive. Very pleasant, actually. But that's all most people ever look at, isn't it? They never look past, to the depth of your sadness, do they?

Ra's flaming eyes met her curious stare, and he smiled, an almost lopsided grin. Confident, yet not cocky and arrogant. "My eyes are very much like the skies, and they are both ablaze, for the same reason." As the girl had lost her rythum anyway, he placed a hand on her hip, and pulled her gently towards the seat beside him. He stretched back into the somewhat worn cushions, and opened his mind to the Force.

They are gathering. Just like I knew they would. Just like he told me they would. But I can feel the Darkness. I can almost taste it.

As one of the barmaids passed by, Ra flagged her down, and ordered the dancer a drink. He winked to her, "All that dancing must work up a thirst, no?"

He took her hand, placing it around his waist, mere inches from where his exposed saber hung. He drank in the emotions around him, sorting through each, as he identified them, discarding those not useful to his purpose. The emotions he kept were heartbreak.....lonelieness....lust.....passion......hope....the drunken belief of lust being love. These he collected. These he slowly pushed out, in a small, directed path, to the dancer next to him.

Across the club, several well armed Mandos entered, and then several more behind them. In pairs, they began to fan out through the club, very much on the hunt for someone.

Oblivious, from either intoxication or preoccupied, the music and the dancers kept the patrons calm, as now more than a dozen fully armed and armored, pairs of Mandos prowled the crowded nightclub. All wore the insignia of the Black Widow Company. The first acredited, rated, and approved merc unit in the Mandalorian Mercenaries Guild. Long since, they had left the MMG, and become the personal hunting team of the line of Mandalores.

Not likely they're here for someone small. Me? Quite possible. The Jedi? Not so likely. The citizen patrol kid? A solid possiblilty. Was hoping to have a few more people in place, before the Widows arrived. The details shift so often. Probably because....'The future is always in motion'.......or so I'm told.

He leaned in close to the dancer, his lips a breath away from her ear. He could almost feel her aura, with the emotion he was slowly, gradually, surrounding her with. "Do you like excitement?"
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The harvest had been exceptional this year, so the elder members of the colony decided to dispatch a trading expedition so that the colony may get some usually unseen luxuries. Adam had been choosen to lead the expedition, his father trusting him to keep the others safe. Adam had always wanted to explore Coruscant but was always tied down by something or other that needed to get done. He could see that they were nearing a city, but the novelty of exploration had worn off awhile back. He just wanted to get this thing over with. "Adam, can we rest for a few minutes? We'be been going at this pace for hours now." Adam just nodded in response to his friends request.

When he sat down his mind wandered back to the conversation with his father before they left. His father had handed him a vibroaxe and blaster pistol and explained how they were family heirlooms. He had seen his father use them to fight off a group of ruffians before. He asked his father why they were being given to him. His father told him that these weapons once belonged to a great mnilitary leader and Adam's great-great grandfather, Atilla Vren.

Adam snapped out of his daydream and ordered the group to continue towards the settlement. Upon arrival Adam saw a group of mandalorian soldiers move into a nearby nightclub. He held up his hand to keep the others back, "I'm going to check out what the commotion is, stay out of site."

Adam made one last check that his rifle, pistol, and axe were all on him before making his way to the club. The bodies of the bouncers were laying unceremoniously outside the door. Adam decided that it was better for him to wait outside and find out what happened later. He leaned up against the building amd waited for the sound of commotion that he expected to come.
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Imogen didn’t fight when he pulled her closer, in fact she welcomed it. At least he didn’t seem as vulgar and malicious as most. She let herself curl against his side where she sat as if she were some sort of lover perhaps, but she knew the rules of the game and she was constantly calculating…

Then she began to feel the brush of emotions he sent her way, much like a feeling in the pit of her stomach. Butterflies perhaps… She ignored them, not knowing truly where they came from, but only hoped it was a short lived side effect of the drug.

As she settled against him, her fingers brushed over the saber on his hip, but for now, she made no move to take it from him. Too soon, she realized. There would be more chances to swipe it…

But then that thought was lost when she saw the group of heavily armed Mandolorians entering the club. She tensed slightly in reaction, but then sank against Ra once more. They wouldn’t be here for her…she hoped. Unless Aramyth had really managed to tick someone off on one of his drug runs.

Which could very likely be the case. Then again…she couldn’t sense any of the force users in the room.

She suspected though that her patron might be the one for which they were looking. Who else could it be?

Her eyes moved to the cloaked man who had recently entered the room…and the shaggy haired man sitting down. Something told her maybe these two had something to do with this sudden event…perhaps because she hadn’t seen them there before…or maybe she was just being paranoid?

Whatever was the case, she could already feel the Exaline beginning to wear off. Her system seeming to sober up quickly from the drug at the new danger of the situation.

Ra’s words caught her attention from her thoughts and she tilted her head to him before offering him a small smirk. If you only knew, she thought sarcasticly, but gave him a slow, seductive sort of nod. “Excitement? I live for excitement…Did you have something…” She leaned forward for her next words, a simple brush of lips against his like a whisper. “…exciting in mind?”
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Calin drummed his fingers slowly on the table as he continued to scan the room for any sign of activity, at least the kind of activity he was interested in. He was unable to spot anybody that he believed to be aligned with either the Hutts or the Mandolorians. He felt a pang of disappointment as he felt his trip may well have been wasted, as he would likely have no luck gaining any intelligence on their dealings tonight. Perhaps now would be a good time to pursue those other ventures, being the slim chance of finding out some secrets from his past. He was still contemplating this when a new arrival caught his attention. A man wearing a rather flagrant, crimson red cloak. Apparently he knew nothing about lying low in such a dangerous place.

But Calin's attention could not remain on the man for long, as more new entrances brought him back to the business at hand. A trio of Mandalorians had just walked into the bar. This might be the chance he was waiting for. But something was clearly wrong, these were no drunken nightlifers. No, they were far to heavily armed for that. Calin groaned internally as he saw their crest, marking them as Blank Widows, the hunting dogs of the Mandalore. The situation went from bad to worse as no fewer than nine more Mandos entered the bar, numbering them twelve in all. That was more than Calin bargained for, far more than he bargained for. They spread out it pairs, obviously looking for someone.

Worry spread through Calin as his feared it might be him, that they had come to put an end to his nuisance once and for all. He quickly calmed himself down. There was no proof that they were looking for him. Even if they were, Calin had gotten himself out of tight situations before. With some quick action and a little bit of luck, he could get out of this unscathed. Calin put up the facade of leaning back into his seat, crossing his arms across his chest in mock relaxation. In truth, he was inching his hands to his concealed blasters, ready to draw them at a seconds notice. If they so much as made a move for him, Calin would be ready.
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Raphael rubbed his chin with his index finger once more. He kept his eyes on the force user with the woman. He wondered what alignment he was. He guessed sith since a Jedi wouldnt do such things, they would have alittle more restraint. So far since he'd been here, Raphael was offered five dancers from random dancers and he turned them down. Since Raphael's robes was that a wealthy fellow people naturally assumed he had money with him...though he did, that wasnt the point. Raphael was smart enough to keep his wallet at the temple and only come with a few credits, fully knowing how Coruscant was like nowadays. However he kept his left hand on his lightsaber hilt at all times.

He faced the other man who had walked in before he did. He could tell that he was rather strange. He a force presense around him. Looks like Jedi and sith dont keep quiet these days either. However his head went to the Mandalorians who walked through the door. He smirked, he had some distant relatives in the Mandalorians service. Though I doubt they'd have any idea who he was. Then again his grandfather was out of touch with the Xigats ever since Haley married. Raphael wondered if she had any kids in the Mandalorians presently. Nonetheless they didnt look too friendly so he didnt try to stick out too much.

Raphael was still the only one in his booth and his red cloak didnt help conceal him much, but red was a Dubrillian royal symbol, he couldnt simple depart from it. He didnt care if people stared, the ignorant fools...
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Ra's grin grew wider, as he drew the woman closer, their embrace oscurring either of them from examination. His fingers stroked her neck softly, as he continued to slowly envelope her auara with his projected emotions.

Sorry, my pretty little thief. You, at least, I know for certain I'm going to need along the way. So snared you must be.

He felt a small pang of guilt, at the tactic he was using. But at the moment, both her skills, and her connections might be one of the things crucial to getting them all off Coruscant alive.

Outside the club, another fifty or so Widows surrounded the place, more than doubling the two dozen inside. Another two dozen took up longer range firing positions. The entire Company. Possibly the elite ground force in the galaxy, and at very least, the toughest, in man to man odds.

Their commander strode towards the entrance, his features disguised by his armor, as he ignited twin red lightsabers. He paused, glancing at the outlander near the doorway. "You might not wanna be here for long. This is going to be a fairly messy moment in history."

The armor clad warrior strode through the doorway, his sabers pulsing in the dim light. The music continued, but no one remained even vaguely unaware, save the truly intoxicated.

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As he stalked through the crowd, his head turning slowly to scan, one belligerent local barred the man's path. "Mando scum. Why don't you get the hell off our world?!" He poked a finger into the Commander's chest.

The seasoned soldier looked down at the finger, then raised his head, very slowly, so his masked face stared down the local. The motion came from nowhere, and moved with blinding speed, as one saber cut with expert precision towards the man's throat.

It was met by sizzling and crackling yellow, a hair's breath from it's target. The new saber was wielded by a raven haired woman, with a look of fierce determination in her eyes. "No one needs to die here, Barrick Leone. He's not your concern. I am"

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Ra raised an eyebrow, his firey eyes slowly shifting towards the scene before them. Leone. That would be the descendant of his great grandfather's clone. The sabers he wielded, identical copies of Ra's.

Somehow, I think those visions missed a few key details. There are days, where it just doesn't pay to get out of bed in the morning.....

He kissed the dancer's lips softly, and winked. "My sweet girl, I have possibly the most exciting night of your life in mind. And I guarentee, it beats anything else you've got lined up from the regular crowd."
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Twelve Mandalorian Guards approached the outside of the club, "What are you doing there? I suggest you move before someone you get hurt!" Adam looked around and saw another 40 or so were coming. He slowly began leaving and went to find the hiding place of his friends.

"Go back to the colony, warn them that many mandalorians are here, and tell them to be prepared for the wor..." Adam was interrupted by his friend, "What are you going to do, surely you can't stay here by yourself."

"I'm better armed than any of you, and I don't want to see you guys get hurt. I'll catch up or be back soon after you guys but I want to make sure that these guys will stay away from the colony. It's survival depends on it."

Reluctantly they turned and left leaving Adam behind to ensure them safe passage back. Adam began to scout the area around this nightclub which had suddenly become a dangerous place to be. He noted the positions of the guards and moved away to a more safe vantage point where he could wait for the commotion to die down and find out the source of this seemingly random event.
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Imogen's eyes strayed to the scene taking place on the floor of the club. How could anyone not watch this spectacle? Her eyes flickered between both the yellow and red sabers. Wondering now just what in the stars was going on.

Her worry seemed to ease slightly as Ra continued to push his emotions on her and she lost interest for the moment in the trouble going on across the room. Her eyes flickered to his again as he spoke, head tilting in silent curiosity at his words before she chuckled to herself.

Perhaps she thought he implied something else entirely by his words. Something alittle more carnal in nature, but deep down, she felt like she might be missing something else...

She welcomed the light kiss and moved her hand to his chest once more before looking back to the unfolding scene between the Black Widow commander and the woman. Her expression now seeming completely unbothered as she rested her head on Ra's shoulder. "I like the sound of that...And how does this...exciting night go about?" She asked sofly, calmly.
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How many more of them could there be? There was already two dozen heavily armed soldiers crowding the nightclub. Calin also knew the Mando's were no fools, they certainly had more waiting outside for anyone foolish enough to make an escape attempt. Calin considered calling his team, but decided against it rather quickly. If they had two dozen inside the nightclub alone, Calin predicted at least twice that would be stationed outside. The Widows were some of the few that could come out in such force. His team of twenty two stood no chance, it was suicide. That was how his team had survived so long on Coruscant, picking their battles.

If his feeling of foreboding was great before, it only rose exponentially as he saw who came in next. It was obviously the Mandalorian commander, but must disturbing were the weapons that he wielded. Two red lightsabers remained ignited in his hand, as if daring anybody to make a move. Calin gave a quick glance to the man he had seen with a lightsaber earlier, but he seemed far to distracted with his 'guest' to take action. Instead, a rather aggressive citizen stepped up instead, openly insulting the Mandalorian. Or at least, thats how the Mando would take it.

You stupid....stupid man.....

As if to prove Calin's predictions correct, one of the red lightsabers flashed expertly upwards towards the mans neck, prone to sever it in a single swipe. Calin was even more shocked to suddenly see a yellow lightsaber barring its path. That lightsaber was wielded by a raven haired women who he had never seen before, and had not even noticed her presence in the bar up until now. She seemed to have an aura of righteousness about her. Both of Calin's pistols were drawn, concealed underneath the table for the present. If this was going to turn ugly, then he certainly was not going to be unprepared, and even more certainly he was not going down without a fight.
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Sent to Coruscant to estimate the dangers of the war spreading to Csilla, Ar'alani was sitting in a nightclub that had an unreputable look and feel to it. Observing the crowd from her dark corner, Ar'alani watched as a small fight broke out between two people with lightsabers. This is one unstable planet, she thought to herself as a few onlookers started to take sides and bet on who would win if a fight broke out. Csilla would be in grave danger if these fights spread.
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These were one of the reasons why he didnt take his hands off his lightsaber. Since his fight on Dubrillion was already hotheaded and angry at any sith-like personnel he could find. Raphael unclipped his lightsaber, these people obviously wanted some kind of attention, well they were right holding out a lightsaber in public, it was possibility it was a very foolish move. Raphael sighed though, he really knew how to pick the place...

Then again Raphael was confident in his abilities, if they brought him trouble he'd show them the error in their overjudgement. He simply turned his head and faced the dancers again. He sipped is drink casually.
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