[center][hr] [hr] [h1]Charuri Rol[/h1] [hr] [hr] [/center] [i]“Anything is better than indebting ourselves to a Hutt.”[/i] [indent]Charuri breathed outward through her nose heavily. The frustration starting to finally begin to outweigh the fear. Naat was right of course. Dealing with a Hutt even one as apparently reputable as Zaarda would only end up bringing them more trouble. Another favor to weigh over their heads, another issue that would end up poking its head up once eventually. But not reaching out for help would be admitting that they were alone, stranded and fucked. That they were going into a Sabacc game down money and against a dealer that was playing for the other side. She slapped her hands hard against her legs in anger throwing the upwards as they walked. "So then what? Getting on any transport is out of the question, those are going to be scanned of course. That leaves us with stealing a ship? And even if we manged to do that all we do is piss off more people and then you fly your way through the defense fleet that's been sitting up there since the Separatist attack?" Charuri questioned voice still a whisper rising in volume. Eyes constantly flickering away from her companion watching the other denizens walking through the streets. Like most in the under city they seemed preoccupied at the moment. Caught in their own business never minding the prison standing next to them. A jarring musical chord played. Charuri watched as the projector ahead of her changed from the orange flickering form of a nude Twi'lek beckoning passerby's into a nearby strip club with the well dressed form of a human woman. On the bottom of the screen in scrolling letters the words Breaking News flickering the harsh white glow illuminating Charuri's face. As the woman looked up to face the camera, real time footage of the Jedi Temple still ablaze appeared on the video screen. [b]"Kalla Tyree with Republic Nightly News coming to you with updates to an ongoing story. In a statement we received from the Chancellor's office in response to the attack on the Jedi Temple. Republic intelligence had uncovered a Jedi plot to assassinate the Chancellor in collaboration with their Separatist allies following the directive of the late traitor Count Dooku. From this point forward any Jedi seen shall be considered traitors to the Republic and wanted criminals with a bounty of Seven million credits upon each head. And in further news a military curfew shall be enforced tonight from...."[/b] Charuri stood in abject horror at the display hands balled into fists. Traitors? Them traitors? After all they had done. After all her friends and allies that had died for them. Traitors? Why? Just why. And then the announcement flickered away and the glow vanished replaced with the flickering orange warmth of the animated stripper. She turned to Naat and then looked around at the eyes now seemingly all suddenly drawn to them, starring at them. Whispering to one another. Pointing. "There is a dock, three levels down. Let's go." She said grabbing onto her hand and yanking her more forcefully than intend trying to calm the shaking in her hand. The first time she had entered the Undercity with Feemor she was overwhelmed to say the least. They had gone down as a gesture of good faith towards the Security Force, helping deal with some local hooligans and criminals. That night she moved through the motions like a droid following orders and staying as close to her master as possible. Afraid that if she let go she would be swept away in the current of bodies never to be seen again. In that evening along they deal with two assaults, three stabbing, seven robberies and one drive-by all within short order of one another. An overwhelming deluge of death and suffering unseen since the occasional whispers of it she received back at Zulo's. It took time and repeat visit for her to grow accustomed to the constant subliminal motion of the dredges. A deranged experiment whose controller had their thumb jammed on the fast forward button. Stop moving catch your breath for a second and you were swallowed up. Go too fast and you draw attention to yourself or worse break the delicate balance and vanish quicker than those that became complacent. The next trophy for some deranged killer or a slave getting packed and shipped away to the outer rim. She was grateful now to have learned the rhythms and the dance. Now as she moved as prey, harsh neon illuminating pinheads of moisture collecting on her light fur. Painfully aware of the pounding in her chest and the contract and release of her lungs. She turned down another alley some fifty yards out from the dock when she stopped. She [i]felt[/i] something, she could tell that Naat felt it as well. She dropped her hand reached down towards her light saber not drawing but ready. Out from the shadows ahead of them a man with shoulder length auburn hair walked out flanked by three thugs. The clack of feet behind her made her eyes flicker in the other direction where four more thugs walked lead by a calm Rodian in smugglers leathers. "Now what do we have here." The man spoke in a lazy drawn out drawl. "Two stinkin Jedi from the looks of it." The Rodian called back in shrill Huttese. "You're mistaken." Charuri started towards the man even as she whispered under her breath to Naat. [i]"You take care of the guys behind us."[/i] "Ooh I don't think em' mistaken little lady. Cause I see fourteen million credits standing right in front of me. Man could do a lot with that couldn't he?" "Feed his family. Get a nice ship. And then some." The Rodian responded as they edge closer. "Listen we have had a really long day and we don't want any trouble." Charuri answered eyes focused on the man watching as his hand rested causally on the heavy blaster on his belt. "Naw you listen. You two give yourselves up and we bring you into the authorities only slightly used." "How bout you die in a kriffing hole?" With that the man draw his blaster and fired the sound being with the snapwhirr and a flash of green as a lightsaber was ignited and sent the blaster shot wide sending a nearby sign into a shower of sparks. One of the man rushed her viborsword drawn and slammed it downward. Charuri parried upward expecting to slice the blade in twine but instead was met with solid resistance as the saber sparked across the cortosis-weave. She knocked the blade away and pushed forward in a strong offense blade and saber sparking against one another as the thug matched her blows with her own. She overextened going to far and the thug broke through her guard and smashed a free elbow into the side of her head sending her backwards. She heard the shot and reflexively brought he blade up to deflect as the red haired human tried to get a shot off while she was stunned. Her attention was drawn away though as her sword wielding friend came back with a flurry of blows. Charuri switched to the defense block after block. He came down a hard overhand blow and she counter saber rushing upward with a flash of green. Blades locking together. The thug with his greater strength pushed downward trying to bring the saber down atop of her. In an act of desperation Charuri kicked outward with one of her legs making solid contact and hearing the crack of a knee. The thug screamed out as he dropped to the ground as he did Charuri brought her saber down severing his sword hand from his body. As he screamed outward Charuri used the opportunity to channel the force and sent him flinging into one of his allies preparing a shot sending them down a crumpled pile. Pushing the advantage she rushed towards the red haired man. The other remaining thug jumped in the way blaster raised. A flash of light as the barrel was cut off. A shout of surprise as a leg was swept out from underneath her. A thud as she crashed into the ground. A gurgled yell as a boot heel slammed into her throat keeping her pinned to the ground. Charuri turned towards the red haired human panting but saber still raised and pointed at his face. "Run. Now." The man nodded and dropped his blaster as he turned and ran in the other direction. She sighed as she stepped off of the other thugs throat who breathed out a sigh of relief. Before she had a chance to make a move the young jedi give her a swift kick to the side of the head sending her off to the land of sleep with her two other fellows. The sound of fighting had died down and she assumed that Naat had easily dispatched her own foes. She looked at two of the knocked out thugs. Their sizes were similar enough that she and Naat would probably be able to fit into their clothes. She began the slow and methodical process of stripping the bodies for their gear as she did she called over her shoulder. "Hope you are alive. Cause I think we just got lucky for the first blasted time this night." [/indent]