[h2][center]~|Nar Shaddaa, Docking Bay 32|~[/center][/h2]
[h2][center]~|Day 3, 6th Hour|~[/center][/h2]

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Fa-Val-Kuul was sitting in the back of the shuttle, right alongside the rest of her soldiers. It was nothing uncommon for her. In this war, she commanded a battalion of Republic soldiers, but they were very much accustomed to her leading from the front. Any battle they fought, she joined personally; she slept in the same quarters, ate at the same tables, and sat around the same campfires during long nights deployed on strange worlds, light years from civilization. For her, the war was not distant in any sense. It could not be any more personal. 

This time, Fa was not going into a battle. She had taken on a different, even more important mission. Darth Nyiss: one of the most reprehensible and dangerous of the Empire’s leadership. Simply put, she needed to be stopped, and that was simply not something that would be accomplished in open battle. Thus, she had called upon a team of the most skilled specialists in her battalion. Even so, there was no illusions among them that survival would be guaranteed, or even particularly likely.

Fa was among the last to step off of the shuttle. Her appearance was not much different from usual, because she usually did not look like the standard image of a Jedi. She simply wore an ample number of belts, bags, and pouches to carry all of the equipment she needed. The only difference this time was that her lightsabers were currently hidden within a tall satchel on her waist. But, it would only take a simple pull from the force to draw either or both of them quickly. The port was as decrepit and decayed as the rest of the moon, though that did not stop its ports from being crowded. Regardless, they would have some opportunity to speak privately, so as long as they did not stray from their shuttle. 

Fa addressed the team, in particular Vebra, the Zabrak commander of the squad. “You all know the mission. Discretion will be a priority, at least initially. The bar, and the streets around, will be crowded with innocents, so we need not instigate a fight unless it is absolutely necessary. Vebra, Eyes, you will head inside with me to confront her. Have the rest of your men secure the exits. Once inside, if she is present, I will be able to sense her. Failing a peaceful conversation, you will fall back on any non-lethal option at your disposal. Stun grenades are acceptable if necessary, but no sonic charges if there is a Bith in the blast radius. Use lethal force only as a last option, but do not hesitate to do so if your life is sufficiently threatened. This is not the most dangerous mission we have undertaken, and I do not want to see any casualties.”