Jaina slowly walked down the loading dock of her ship 'Stark', closely followed by a gray/green droid with a blaster rifle carbine slung over its shoulder and a vibro-blade strapped to its back. To a regular civilian the droid looked like a normal protocol droid though few knew that it was an assassin droid that had been outfitted to kill Jedi effectively. Jaina had come to Nar Shadda to 'find' someone, or at least that was what she would tell anyone who asked.
"Mistress..." The droid suddenly piped up, looking down at the Sith with its glowing red eyes.
"Query: Are we going to find a Jedi on this planet? After all, your last two 'hunches' led us to a swamp on Gamorr, and Tatooine." He paused for a moment before speaking again.
"Though, those desert savages provided excellent target practice."
Jaina sighed and grinned at the droid. Most Sith would have beheaded the machine for questioning their abilities, but the HK droid was much too useful for that.
"Just trust me on this one HK; I've got a good feeling about this planet," she said. Among the Sith, she was considered of a fairly high rank if you could call it that. Various younglings had approached her, trying to become her apprentice, though she never accepted. Though she was without a master, that didn't mean she wanted some inept moron following her around.
"Perhaps we should split up," Jaina suggested. "I'll search the bars and Pazzak dens, you take care of the lower sectors."
The HK droid nodded, its voice rising and falling in the normal HK droid manner. "Good idea, Mistress. I'll feel free to interrogate the refugees as I see fit."
Jaina nodded, pointing at a large blast door that led to the underground area where the refugees were forced to live.
"Oh, Mistress, you know me too well," it said, snapping a casual salute before stalking off.
She had outfitted the droid with a cortosis alloy chassis so he wouldn't get mowed down by a blaster or a lightsaber. As well as a robotic muscular system that allowed him to move fluidly enough to be proficient in hand-to-hand combat.
Quickly, she went to the Pazzak den. She figured she could make some credits while searching for this Jedi.<|im_end|>
Aola Ani leaned back in her chair, settling the back against the wall. Her hood was pulled far forward to conceal her eyes and most of her face, leaving only her mouth visible in the shadows. Her skin was a deep dark red, almost the color of blood, one of the biggest reasons the Jedi had been reluctant to accept her into training. Red was normally part of the Sith's markings, and it made many of the masters uneasy. Fortunately there had been one who wasn't blinded by prejudice, even though her eyes had been taken by a Sith.
Over the years of training, Aola had proven herself to be adept at Telekinesis, to the point of almost being a prodigy. However, unlike the other students, she had a hard time with mind-affecting abilities; she just couldn't seem to get a handle on them.
She looked at the hand she had been dealt and looked up at the player across from her. Despite the fact that she could not easily effect another's mind with the Force, she had other ways. After all, she was a Twi'lek and a female considered attractive even among her own people, let alone the rest of the galaxy. The only females that could match her for charm and seduction were Zeltron females, and only because they could control the pheromones they released and use them to affect others' attitudes toward them.
She was winning this game and was going to leave as soon as she finished, having won enough to cover her needs for the next few days. She wore a simple all-weather cloak, which had the hood up, the cape draped over her shoulders. She was not, however, in traditional Jedi robes, despite being a knight. She wore a short skirt that brushed against her knee, just long enough to preserve modesty without hindering her fighting. Her top was tight across her breasts and though it covered them fully, it left little to the imagination. The sleeves were long and flowing again to not hinder her fighting but also to conceal the lightsabers up both of them. The skirt and top left her midriff bare and her toned stomach and long legs always drew many eyes of both genders wherever she went.<|im_end|>