[b][center]Collab: Nazca meets Jakali[/center][/b]
[b][center]-Jedi Temple, Youngling training area, Day 1, 11:27 GST[/center][/b]

Nazca tried to pay attention to the youngling class. She really did. But it was just so [i]boring[/i]. Not even the other younglings, who were all adorable little squirts, could make her keep her attention on the instructor. Tucked away in her little corner, still technically apart of the class, the former(or current, depending on who you ask) criminal felt her self dozing off. [i]I'm just glad they stopped trying to make me wear that stupid uniform...[/i] She thought drowzily, before sleep claimed her.  Only a minute or so had passed before she jerked awake, glancing about wildly. Something bad was about to happen, she could feel it. Her sudden movement drew more than one curious look from her adorable class mates, and an irritated one from the Jedi teaching the class. 

The human opened his mouth, likely to reprimand her for the distraction, but Nazca interrupted him blurting out "We need to leave! Something bad is about to happen." The Jedi frowned at her. "What do-"

[i]Boom![/i] The sound of a distant explosion, followed by rubble collapsing cut him off. He reacted in an instant. "Stay here." With that snapped command, he strode quickly out of the room. More explosions could be heard, as the Sith bombardment began. 

Nazca considered staying for all of three seconds. She was mildly impressed she waited even that long. [i]Jedi must be rubbing off on me.[/i] She thought dryly, looking at the scared faces of the Younglings. She smiled warmly before speaking kindly.  "Come on. We can't stay here. It's too dangerous."

A young Twi'lek spoke up. "But master-" Nazca cut her off, gently but firmly. "He'll understand. We need to get to a safer place." [i]And I need to get you to some Temple Guards, or at least someone who can protect you better than I.[/i] She added silently, stomaching twisting at the memory of those last under her 'protection.' Nazca shook herself. [i]Not this time. Not. This. Time.[/i] With that, she lead the younglings out of the room, as orderly as she was able to get them. 

[center][b]-Jedi Temple, twenty minutes after the Sacking-[/b][/center]

Brown eyes scanned the outside as his shuttle had landed, the ramp coming open with a hiss, in front of the Jakali Harcor was the carnage of the assault on the Jedi Temple. Smoke filled the air as parts in and around the temple burned with fire caused by the sudden attack. It would appear that they had indeed taken the Jedi by total surprise, he could almost smell the dead bodies scattered not too far from him as he exited the shuttle, his long black robe blowing gently in the breeze. 

He like many of the other Sith had followed Darth Nyiss towards the Temple, ahead of them their loyal battalions of soldiers went to work, unknowingly trimming down the defenses just enough for the main wave to enter the fray, as he moved towards the imposing building with the others Jakali glanced at the corpses, some Jedi, some soldiers, he almost shook his head in near shame that those Jedi had been killed by blaster users, not even another Force user. Any competent Force user, Jedi or Sith would have no trouble with those soldiers. But the Jedi weren't competent. 

The Sith branched off from the main group, Nyiss too going her own way as did the others. They all were searching for Jedi, living ones at that, ones that could be captured, as Nyiss wished, and he of course wanted to please her, she was a powerful woman, someone he wanted to gain the favor of. Jakali went down a corridor, one that none of the other Sith had gone down, as he started down it he drew his lightsaber from his belt, but did not yet ignite it. Only fools rushed in.

Then he heard it, the telltale signs of life, breathing and he felt something through the Force, a presence, it had to be a Jedi. The only option, and the scum was close, he just needed to figure out exactly how close as he moved towards a wall to the side, nearly hugging it as he scanned for any doors or sudden hallways in which a Jedi might be hiding inside of. He could almost taste them. Then he realized there were mutliple signs, a group, a scared one at that.

As he moved quietly he heard the footsteps get louder, and as he reached the end the breathing too louder. With his finger hovering over the ignition of his weapon he popped around the corner, his eyes scanning then catching the sight of little feet, those of children. The Jedi did train very young ones, he might have just found some, he wasn't sure if Nyiss wanted ones so young, but it wouldn't hurt to try, and they were kids after all, if he chose his words right then he could fool them into following him. If they tried to fight him then he would easily be able to beat them. So he lurched forward.

On the outside, Nazca looked suitably worried about the situation, but not enough to panic the younglings. On the inside, however, she was freaking out. [i]Dead Jedi everywhere, Sith troopers walking the halls, Sith's blood I thought this place was supposed to be safe! And there was supposed to be a truce being negotiated![/i] She had done her best to keep the Younglings away from the carnage, but somethings were impossible to hide from them. They were now worryingly quiet. On the other hand, she now didn't have to shush them every five seconds. She had picked up a lightsaber, in an attempt to reassure the younglings and maybe unlock a hidden instinct she never knew she had(which didn't happen. It was still just a giant glow sword to her)! [i]Maybe I can use it to intimidate some troopers.[/i] She thought, slightly dejectedly. 

After avoiding yet another patrol of Sith, Nazca ushered them out into hall trying to escape as quickly as possible, her senses stretched as far as she could get them to detect anymore Sith.  She didn't know what the Sith wanted, but she knew damn well that they had bad plans for the Younglings. 

It was because of their unnatural quietness, and her highstrung paranoia, that she heard the footsteps behind them. 

Whirling around, she saw the Sith. The first word out of her mouth was "Gunsos!*" Followed quickly by, "Run! Run and hide!" Stepping in front of the fleeing(she hoped at least) younglings Nazca activated her stolen blue lightsaber, holding it like she had seen countless, far more experienced, Jedi Knights. 

"Stay back." She commanded, acting like she was ready to kill at a moments notice, and not just hoping she wouldn't die to quickly.

Jakali watched the scene unfold before him as a Jedi turned around in front of him, putting herself right between the Sith and the children she seemed to be escorting. He hadn't even noticed her presence through the Force, yet she clenched a shimmering blue lightsaber of a Jedi in her hand. He too ignited his own weapon, the fearsome red blade ejecting out as he grasped his own lightsaber in his non robotic hand.

 Something was different about this woman, he could feel her nervousness through the force, a well trained Jedi would have been able to hide that. Yet her stance showed someone trained with a lightsaber. It was a strange situation, but one he could turn his way.

"Drop your weapon, Jedi, and I promise I will not strike you down. I will not hurt you unless you make me." Jakali said, sure he wouldn't have a problem with killing her, but bringing her to Nyiss unharmed would be an even better option. Then with his robotic hand he lowered the hood shielding his head in order to reveal his human features and long, black hair.

"I have no desire to harm you or the children, their fates and yours hinge on your decisions in the coming moments." Jakali added, moving into a more defensive stance, yet he creept forward just a bit to show that he was serious. If she struck at him then he would try to counter it and disarm her, or at worse, remove the hand the weapon was in.

Nazca felt her heart-rate practically triple as the Sith activated his own lightsaber. [i]Shitgunsossonofasowechuta...[/i] She quickly ran through most of the expletives she knew as the Sith spoke. She had to buy time for the younglings to run. She had to. But that meant attacking, and she knew quite well it wouldn't take any effort at all from this man to disarm or even kill her. 

She smiled cheerfully at him as he made his final comment, shifting position. It meant nothing to Nazca. To her, he was just uncomfortable in his old one. "Really? Then you can just turn around and fuck off." She said in a perky, cheerful tone. "We have no reason to be escorted by you, you Son of a Sow. Oh. I'm sorry," She gave him a doe eyed, sad look. "Did that insult go over your laserbrain? Gamorreans everywhere must be offended. Let me try a different one. You're a piece of Gunsos, that means shit since you're obviously stupid, the type of Kung, scum, that even Hutts wouldn't want to be covered in, a Schutta that even the most desperate of men would avoid, a Hu'tuun, cowa-"

Jakali listened to the woman's words for a few moments, almost laughing at the absurdity that he was being insulted with such foul language by a Jedi. No Jedi he had ever seen or heard of spoke in that manner, her made ranting gave him the perfect opportunity to attack, which he took as he flipped into the air mid insult, coming down with a timed swing which removed the girl's hand at the wrist along with her weapon, leaving a familiar stub akin to the one Jakali remembered receiving on his shoulder so many years ago.

Nazca tried to block when she saw him flip in the air, but he was so fast and she was so untrained. With a neat swing he separated her hand from her arm, taking the lightsaber with it. Screaming Nazca hit the ground, curled about her arm. When she hit the ground she could see that all the Younglings were gone. After a brief moment her satisfaction at delaying this bastard long enough for them to get away won over the pain. That and she had run out of breath to scream. [i]Come on! You've felt worse pain than this at the hands of the Hutts![/i] Rolling over to face him again, tears streaming down her face, she spoke through gritted teeth.

"Har'chaak!** Did you have to cut off my hand, or was that so you could feel better about your own arm, you ugly, ugly bastard." She laughed slightly before moaning and sobbing in pain again, her brief bit of satisfaction and strength drowned out by pain. 

Jakali hung his weapon on his belt, the dangerous blade gone from it as he decided he did not need to use it anymore on a severely injured opponent. He had another idea in mind, spurned by her somehow managing to figure out that he had a robotic arm, the Sith having thought he hid it pretty well. It did not matter though as he motioned with his natural limb, lifting her off the floor like a ragdoll and pressing her against the wall, eyes facing him as he held her there before he grasped her remaining hand with his own, noticing the crude metal device on it.

"I'm impressed you noticed my attachment so quickly. Maybe we can get something like it to screw onto your wrist. It takes a little getting used to." Jakali said, a smirk on his face as he ran a robotic finger down her right cheek, before cupping her chin for a second then backing off. 

"I did give you an option, if you had taken it you still would have both hands, but you declined and made me pretty unhappy. Now those children are gone, probably lost in the Temple as another Sith finds them, probably striking them down as a result, such a waste." He added. 

She screamed again as she was lifted in the air, her amputated wrist dragging on the ground. As she listened to him, she could feel anger, fear, and hatred welling up inside of her. But that was what he wanted. To get to her. She clamped down on the emotions, barely, and resisted speaking. Instead, Nazca's reply was simple, crude, and all she could really do in the situation. She spat in his face. 

"That won't help those children." He said, wiping the spit from his face, then motioned her away, back towards the shuttles, having caught himself a prisoner, albeit a damaged one.

*Shit! **Damn it