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The shot went down like brimstone, scorching the Pirates throat, burning it to cinders and bringing tears to his eyes. Around him the rest of his mates followed suit and had equally watery eyed expressions when they finally slammed the glass back on the bar top. They were on leave and after all the Pirating they'd done in the past two weeks under Straven and Norongachi they had to lay low, everyone wanted a piece of them these days which was a far cry from the relative obscurity they'd kept up for the last decade or eight. So this little space station had become their port of call it was owned, run and filled with people who didn't want to be found and it was right on the edge of the Outer Rim to boot, almost as secluded as The Edge itself.

N'Kal liked the place, with its archaic candles instead of actual modern lighting the place was nothing but one big collection of shadows perfect if you wanted to get out of the way and stay there. It was the Cutthroats bar of choice in these dangerous times, even the bosses frequented it occasionally but then again he could never relax around the higher ups. Another shot was set before him and his four companions and again the fiery death of his his throat took place. He was starting to feel the ground go that jello way now and when he spoke his voice was rising in volume without his consent.

"Bar MAN!" He slurred slamming a hand on the bar top. "Nother ROU-round for The Cutthroats! Mos-mo...FEARED Pirates!" There was a a drunken cheer of agreement and then the shots were downed once again.

N'Kal turned drunkenly, swaying from the waist up, and fixed his bleary eyes on the four Rodian's swimming in and out of his focus. He slapped his mate on the shoulder and then after a few attempts managed to get a hold of the tank of a humans shoulder. He pointed, his arm swaying from left to right, at the Rodian.

"Wh-who the buggery is this character?" He said in what he thought was a whisper and then not waiting for an answer he drew himself up to his 5'6" height and puffed out his chest. "What've wee done? We only broke into the bloody Corpies head quarters! Ever hear of Pirates doing that!" He said and ignored the whispered words of waring from his comrades. "We stole something more valuable than all the Spice on Kessel" He swayed a bit more and then steadied himself on the bar. "Now what have you done cone face!" He saw the alien looking at him expectantly and if there was one flaw with N'kal Turak it was that he loved the spot light and right now all eyes were on him. "You want to know what it was don't you! Well i ain't telling! My l-lips are shealed!" He said spinning back to face the bar and then without so much as a second passing spun back round dramatically. "The Mad Prex Norongachi! Frozen for all eternty for his crimes! Beat that you drunken bashtrads!" It was at this point that several of his fellow Cutthroats attempted to drag him from the bar. Just another night with N'Kal...

N'Kal was short, that was well known and obvious to anyone with eyes, what wasn't known was the mans almost inhuman strength when he was drunk and so at the strange blue haired mans words the Cutthroats who had been restraining him went flying off in several directions, some staggering back some falling into patrons and furniture. N'Kal stood shaking from barely contained drunken rage.

"The Butcher of Worlds...that's the title that propels a man to legendary status isn't it?....MY FAMILY WERE ON NEDJIV YOU BASTARD!" He roared and snatched up an empty beer bottle from the bar. "I should gut you! For the admiration in your frelling voice! Giving that bastard any inch of respect is a killing offence for those that were there!" He was almost foaming at the mouth and those closest to him were backing away slowly. "Your just lucky...lucky that there's someone out there who wants him just as much as i do..." He signalled to his mates who were all looking very wary at the moment. "Get that blue haired git, we're taking him to the boss"

N'kal was a bit let down, he'd expected the smug bastard to put up a struggle but the man did nothing when two of his ship mates clamped a hand on each of his shoulders and escorted him from the Catina. N'kal lead the way, it wasn't exactly far...you could find Straven and Norongachi in only one place on this hunk of junk. The Ninth Gate night club, it wasn't really N'Kal's kinda joint the music was to heavy, the place was to crowded and the lights flashed constantly strobbing all three dance floors, it gave him a head ache. They'd only walked for perhaps five minutes, taking a right into another corridor and then a left down a side passage and he could already feel the thundering beat radiating through the grating.

They took a left at the end of the passage and that brought them to a large set of doors, which were open, outside two Gamorrean bouncers stood menacingly while the music pounded at their ear drums. N'kal walked past em with a nod and got a grunt in reply. The first thing that you could smell in this hell hole was the sweat of a hundred sentients dancing all night in close quarters, it almost turned his stomach. The next thing you noticed was the music smacking you in the chest vibrating its way up your rib cage. He signaled for churs to be taken up a set of stairs to the left past the payment counter and followed up behind them.

"You better hope your information's right mate, cause if it ain't I'd hate to be you" Yelled N'kal over the music from the three dance floor's.

Three flights up, on the top floor of the Club, was the VIP room. In the room there were long leather couches spread around the walls with a small bar in the upper right corner. A large window on the right and wall as you came through the door looked out onto the top most dance floor. Norongachi and Straven sat on a couch directly across from the window. Their fortunes had changed in the past few months since that fateful day on Etti, all scores had been settled with the Admiral and now under the new regime raids were bigger and more productive, they were making money hand over fist.
Salem had on this occasion ditched his usual armor clad visage and gone for a simple black suit where as Straven wore the unmistakable uniform of an Admiral of the Fleet.

"Sure you want to buy this place? I mean I've looked over the books and to be honest it's profit margin is slim" Said Nik taking a swig of his whiskey.

"It's not a case of profit margin, its just the bragging rights really and to be honest I'm sick o-" Salem stopped mid-sentence, alarm bells rung within his psyche....loud alarm bells. "Bah never mind, Nik do is a favor go and make sure the boys aren't causing havoc, i think they're on the second floor." He said with a forced smile, while every warning sense he possessed screamed at him.

"Aye no prob's, see if i can catch a bit of something while I'm down there" Grinned the Pirate and made his way to the second set of stairs that connected directly onto the dance floors.

Salem unfastened his jacket and let it fall to either side of his torso, ease of access was paramount in these situations, whomever was coming up those stairs was powerful...someone he had never encountered before.....which meant it might be another assassin. He was getting sick of this.... he turned his emerald gaze to the door and waited patiently.

The door screeched along the polished floor and stopped in front of Salem. He placed his drink on the table before him but other wise he didn't react and simply raised a scarred brow when the blue haired man strode into the room. Salem adjusted himself into a more comfortable position on the black leather and crossed one leg over the other.

"Something i can do you for?" He asked casually.

Salem couldn't help but smile, a guy kicks in the door to the VIP room, torches his drink and he isn't even sure he's actually the man he's looking for. You just didn't get the class of assassin you used to. The Pirate sighed and shook his head, what to do, he could smash this impertinent worm off every surface of the this room or he could ignore the idiot in the hopes, and given what had transpired so far there was a good chance, that he'd forget why he came in, apologise and leave.

"I'm exceptionally sure i AM Salem....now what can i help you with...Mr...?" He left a long pause in the hopes the idiotic blue haired man would slot his name into the end of the sentence.

Did this idiot think he knew the Dark Lord better than he did? The battles the pair had fought, against and side by side, had forged a bond stronger than any metal in the Galaxy, the man had entrusted him with the very order of the Sith. This last thought made him pause. To the galaxy at large it looked like he'd abandoned he Sith, left it leaderless and without direction, then perhaps...

"Is that what you are, a Sith come for revenge?" He said coldly and finally stood. "Or does Churs wish my head?" He finished and with a flick of his wrist sent the low coffee table clattering up the back of the room clearing a space for the inevitable confrontation. "The latter i doubt, my friend, he'd come himself....he owes me that much" With that his jacket was cast aside leaving only the dark shirt between him and whatever assault this mad man might launch.

Salem watched the metamorphosis with a cross between awe and disgust and when it was done his face contorted into that of confusion. This...thing had changed into a complete replica of Rani....not a strand of hair was out of place, it was exactly as Salem remembered him, but...still his senses told him something was different. He focused on the changeling, tried to fully encapsulate the awesome power that he wielded and find out what was niggling at him. It struck him like a bolt out of the blue....It really was CHURS! How could the link they shared have been damaged so, perhaps the carbonite or the distance between them had weakened it somehow...but still he should have sensed it before....
His thoughts were cut off as a grey orb soared toward him, a flashing light indicating that it was active, he did the only thing he could do and calling to the Force telekineticly diverted its path through the window over looking the dance floor. The glass shattered from the impact and the deadly ball clinked into the crowd followed by a blinding white light that rocked the building and killed countless dancers.

Salem heaved a sigh as he looked at the damage and then turned to Rani. "Damn it Churs....i like this place!" He said. "Now tell me why the hell your presence within the Force is all screwy and more importantly why your chucking Thermals at me" Finished Norongachi.

Salem screwed up his face and looked at the man like he was an idiot. Was he even listening to a word he'd said?
Then there was the mention of Kessel, what exactly that had to do with anything was beyond him in fact the entire situation wasn't making much sense to Norongachi, but why he was shouldering the blame for whatever atrocities had befallen the dark brethren he hadn't a clue and he certainly didn't like it.

"Has your mind finally cracked Churs!" He Snarled and on an angry impulse the lightsaber attached to his belt ripped itself free and slapped into his hand. "I thought it would have been my own that would have gone first, hell at least I'd have an excuse...." He muttered darkly referring to the many documented cases of Clone madness the galaxy over, then again he wasn't your run of the mill copy.

"If you won't hear me out idiot then I'll simply beat the truth into you!" Said Norongachi and with a snap-hiss and a steady humming the violet blade broke free of his lightsaber hilt.

Again his words, it seemed, had fallen on deaf ears. Salem took two rapd steps backwards out of the blades arc, the metal of the blast sword whistling as it passed within an inch of his chest. Norongachi kept his blade loose in his right hand and with quick footwork he was within striking range in the blink of an eye and delivering a quick left and right slash and then gripping his weapon in both hands as he came out of the second slash he put all the power he could muster behind the left to right diagonal strike which if it connected would cleave Churs from shoulder to hip.