[b]Balkk Yarroq
Nar Shadaa[/b]

Hoarse alien languages calling for the sale of their wares was becoming louder as Balkk walked in the crowds, his eyes fixed firmly on his reptilian feet. He had entered some kind of market area - stalls lined the edges of the street, selling everything from blasters to roasted whomp rat meat to Wookie skin. Aliens of every race stood behind their stalls, some dirty and poor, others clean and better off. At least every stall had some kind of hired muscle stood at it's side, scaring away potential thieves and loiterers. A lrge, one-eyed Wookie growled and it's hand instinctively fell to it's blaster as Balkk strode past. The Trandoshan ignored the Wookie's growls. Trandoshan's and Wookie's were natural enemies but Balkk had long lost his primal hatred for the large, hairy oafs. He didn't even glance in it's direction. It was best not to provoke a creature known for tearing limbs from their sockets.The crowd was beginning to thin now, as the pedestrians curiously looked over the wares and haggled prices. The bounty hunter's pace slowed to a leisurely stroll as he side-stepped closer to the front of the stalls. He looked over the various trinkets that were being sold, pretending to be interested in them. The whole time, though, he kept an eye out for his target. There was a Jedi in the area, if his employers were to be trusted. He knew nothing of this Jedi but his name, race, gender and the fact he was on Nar Shadaa. That was enough.

Jedi, during the Clone Wars, were unafraid of showing off their membership in the order. Cloaks billowing, a lightsaber in full view to the public, they would descend on planets with a full squad of Clones and go about their business of killing enemies of the state or getting into bar fights. Due to recent events, however, Balkk suspected Joshua wouldn't be so arrogant. He would most likely be keeping his head down, with a complete change of clothes and his lightsaber kept under lock and key. He had to be doing something wrong for his employers to know he was on Nar Shadaa and it was Balkk's current job to find out what. Perhaps he had used his force in the wrong place or showed the wrong person his lightsaber (*wink*). He stopped at a stall and pretended to be interested in the various jewels that lay in piles upon it.

'You lookin' fer a nice piece, lizard-man?' asked a Toydarian, it's stereotypically Jewish accent piercing his ears. The ugly creature fluttered behind the stall, it's beady eyes looking for a sale. 'No' answered the Trandoshan shortly. 'Ahhh, come on! You have a lady friend, yes? She might like a nice jewel!' The Toydarian smiled, showing it's nasty teeth. 'I like you! 75 credits and you have nice jewel, I have nice money, you have nice lady friend and everyone happy!'. Balkk looked at the jewel held in the Toydarian's filthy hand. It was a small, green stone and the colour was probably the most remarkable thing about it. The bounty hunter had no doubt that this sneaky Toydarian had fifty just like it under the desk. 'I don't have 75 credits to spend on that shite' growled Balkk. 'If I really wanted that, I would take it off you. Now, fuck off'. The Toydarian's mouth turned from a friendly smile to a scowl. It dropped the green stone to the table and folded it's arms. The Trandoshan continued on his trek down the stall front, this time making sure not stop for too long at any stall.

[b]Fifteen minutes later[/b]

It was him. Or, at least, it looked like it was him. A human man had suddenly darted from the crowd and disappeared down an alley. If this was Joshua Tamashii, he might of sensed Balkk with the force. If it wasn't, then some poor sod was going to die. Balkk decided to trust his instincts and the Trandoshan suddenly broke into a sprint. He pushed a group of protesting aliens out of the way and darted behind a stall that sat in front of the alley. The alley loomed in front of him, dark and foreboding. It was everything he expected in a Nar Shadaa alleyway - dark, damp and a strong smell of vomit. A few dustbins lined the walls, which led to a dead end. Above his head, balconies blocked out the light. But no Jedi. His right hand grabbed the hilt of his sword and he drew it out slowly. The sound of the crowds was muffled behind him. He had no doubt in his mind this was the Jedi. No normal person could disappear so quickly. He glanced up at the balconies, which were all empty. The bounty hunter entered a battle stance, his sword held in the traditional Trandoshan way. He began a slow walk down the alley, slowly turning his body to make sure he wasn't jumped from behind. One had to be careful in a Nar Shadda alleyway, especially when hunting a Jedi.

'Jedi' his voice echoed, bouncing from wall to wall. A low hiss began to develop in his throat. 'Come out, come out, Jedi'.