The communicator buzzed. With the press of a button, a timed message appeared from a hologram of Councilor At'chaa Cluyr appeared and mentioned the possibility of the assassin being Force-sensitive and that great caution should be practiced while proceeding with the mission.

Ael took this as making sure to have all three of his lightsabers equipped, which he had. The professional red combat suit he'd changed into wasn't was turned the heads of the criminals and addicts he passed along the landing bay. Hak, Blok, and Oew were strapped onto him without much care for concealment. Because of the rarity of such weapons, those around him, even the most seasoned gang members would think twice before confronting such a possible threat.

Most couldn't tell whether he was light or dark due to the lack of Force-awareness among most sentients. His energy was warm and steady to the point of harsh. Since he had little control over concealing this presence, most could feel it, regardless. 

But his attention was that of the small, airy light he was trying to reach. Javilla didn't wait for him, which he found concerning. Of course, she had raced off without him, so her sense of independence could have been the only reason for her eagerness to infiltrate Le'Cudosch. He still saw this rash and highly dangerous for one of her experience.

He then made the corrupt, void-like Force propel him forward at an amazing speed with the glimmer turned to flashes. He'd recognized this as her in the midst of a duel or in combat. Assuming she was in trouble, Ael didn't mind knocking over a few bystanders and leaping over their heads in an attempt to reach her before Javilla would be overwhelmed.

Her scales had turned a yellow-orange color and the green blade of her lightsaber was exposed. "Javilla!" he bellowed. On Nar Shaddaa, his voice didn't carry as it had back at his home. With the thick air and numerous bodies around, it filled out and trembled through the air rather than penetrating it smoothly.

Just as he made his presence known, his identity was determined, and a blaster bolt shot toward him. He raised his hand, following it's trajectory, and absorbed the intense bolt of energy. With this, he healed his previous wound completely and sped toward Javilla while igniting the orange blade of Blok from his left hip. The blade looked as if on fire and he glared at those surrounding them.

"Who?" he asked as if in Epicant.

"Le'Cudosch, I guess," she responded. He could only assume she probed too hard to passers-by and was to be punished for her insolence. 

<"Girl will get what she wants,"> one alien said.

"And then you for interfering," another continued.

Ael didn't bother to attempt to understand what they said, understanding what their intentions were, perfectly well. Instead, he responded by almost disappearing and knocking three of them to the ground with broken bones in one maneuver. They fired back at Javilla, who just dodged the shots gracefully. She flipped into the air and performed a Sun Djem before tumbling away and tossing another off a ledge with a Force-enhanced grip.

Ael broke the right leg and left arm of another and tried to press her for answers. 

"Where your leader?" he asked. His massive stature clearly intimidated the female.

<"Like you'll learn -"> she began before being knocked out by a blow to the head. Since she couldn't speak Basic, Ael didn't have the time for Javilla to interpret during such a confrontation.

Another bolt was shot toward him which was deflected back toward the male's leg, making him fall to his knee and comprehend the wound. Ael shot back with his foot to the male's face, lifting him in the air a bit and leaving him unconscious on the metal floor. Javilla knocked out two more thugs by utilizing pressure points she'd began to study in the Efti Sector in the Oew Kingdom.

Ael's head and body pivoted to the remaining two who stood here with their blasters raised and apparently ready to fire. Looking closely, their hands were trembling slightly. "Basic?" Ael asked, hoping there was at least one conscious person able to point them in the right direction.

And one of them did. It was toward what Javilla assumed was a cantina of some kind. The plasma sign read "Krazy Krayt" in another foreign language. Ael nodded his head to the side, signalling that they should get away before they sustain injuries as their comrades had.

"We go," Ael commanded of Javilla, grabbing her firmly by her arm and almost tugging her in the direction of the tavern. His warm energy seemed to almost burn her. She turned blue as if to counteract the heat. She could also feel a calm focus wash over her. Ael must have persuaded her in a subconscious manner.

The bouncers made plenty of room for them to enter the club. It wasn't that difficult since the crowd dispersed as the apparent aggressors approached the building. As Ael entered, the sense of real Darkness touched him. It was foreign to him but he knew this is how true evil would feel. It wasn't desperate survival or pride he experienced on Panatha. It was greedy hatred he'd felt only one other time in his life. 

Ael looked down at Javilla, who's arm was beginning to shake in his hand. "Chaos, yet Peace," he recited and she looked up and straight into his eyes. They were filled with concerned fear which then turned to cautiousness when she looked back out into the club. 

It was loud and bright lights flashed throughout the dark room. Still, her eyes caught something, and it wasn't pleasant.