[i]Anoat Sector, Hoth System[/i]
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The whirring and sparking wouldn’t let up in the cramped engine room onboard the [i]Tarisian Dawn[/i]. A muffled swear emerged from a rather unimpressive figure lying underneath a simple terminal, meant for diagnostic readouts given the ship had rarely had a droid on-board. Now was no exception, with only one man running the floating junker. And that man sighed as he rolled out from under the console. With a large stretch of his limbs, the Zabrak grunted an grimaced as a couple distinct cracks could be heard from his body. Dev stood in a simple mechanics outfit for the time being, looking over his patchwork. It was sloppy, but given the hallways and rooms of the freighter were covered in spare parts, loose wires, and food canisters, the job fit the aesthetic.

Dev made his way back to the cockpit, taking the long route to make sure he fixed everything else. Things seemed to be in relative working order, as the lights were on and no alarms were blaring. Though, he did give a sigh as he turned a corner back towards the guest bunks and saw the corpse of a Twi’lek female. Granted, it was technically a torso and the legs separately and not a full conjoined body. Dev isn’t entirely sure why that would make him feel better, but the stench was… about on par. With a lifting of his hand, the body was lifted off the ground and Dev walked it towards the airlock. He watched as it was blasted out into the dark abyss of space. He was used to this by now, and they had what they got coming to them.

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[i]A Short Time Earlier[/i]
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It’s hard to get the jump on a trained Jedi. It’s even harder to get the jump on a former Jedi who now acts as an outer-rim vigilante and mercenary. But to be quite frank, Dev really just noticed a reflection on the glass in the cockpit. Wasn’t surprising that some crime lord sent goons to hunt down the rogue Jedi. And they were well trained. It was just unfortunate they tried to kill him personally rather than blow the ship up from a distance. Dev instinctively drew his lightsaber, it flying through the air and into his grip. Before he even truly had his grasp on his weapon, the lightsaber was ignited. And within moments, the two “assassins” were missing a couple limbs and their lives. That’s not to say they didn’t get a strike in, and Dev grunted as he examined the scorched wound on his left shoulder. It wasn’t lethal, but it was going to sting until he got it treated.

Dev exited the cockpit and checked the security room. Of course, when he walked to the console, he noticed it had cracked severely. That was a few hundred credits Dev hoped the grunts had on their corpses. Screens aren’t cheap to fix. The next obvious room to check was the lounge, and of course they were waiting for him. To his surprise, Jalen Irok was there in person as well. The human, small-time crime lord from Tatooine gave a small smile, his right synthetic eye giving off a slight whirring as his eyes focused on the legend. Dev was lucky to be in his armor, his helmet hiding his rolling eyes. He quite frankly wasn’t listening as the hostile was monologuing, talking about how Dev was going to suffer intensely for some transgression he honestly couldn’t remember. Dev was more focused on counting the men.

Within the blink of an eye Dev’s lightsaber was ignited. He wasn’t able to use his left hand for his grip… but luckily he was able to lift his arm up to pull the mobile Dejarik board across with enough force to take out 4 of Irok’s men. His right hand was sufficient in blocking the blaster bolts, deflecting two back at their targets. Only Irok and 2 of his men began to retreat backwards, firing behind them at Dev. And Dev moved to follow them, until something caught at his throat. A small wire, incredibly thin and sharp. If he didn’t have his armor on, it would have sliced him open easily. This assassin was incredibly skilled, and has exceptional leg strength. Her legs were wrapped around his chest and arms, holding them into place. Dev grunted as he was forced to give a small smile as he stumbled forward and then repositioned himself. With a fall backwards, he felt a sickening crunch as a broken pipe impaled itself through the assassin’s throat. A nice twist of irony.

Within a minute, Dev tracked down Irok and killed the remaining assassins. His work was brutal and swift. He was done playing games. He was tipped off on the location of something important located on Hoth from an old janitorial friend on Ossus. Rumors of something powerful were making the rounds for those who were interested in that sort of thing, but no one was dumb enough to go to Hoth to look for something like that. Well, except for someone like Dev. And most likely any other force sensitive freaks with nothing better to do and a certain taste for the dark side. That thought was displeasing as Dev unceremoniously impaled Irok in the chest with The Retribution whilst the crime lord was begging for his life and offering a copious amount of credits. Rather pathetic in Dev’s mind.
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[i]Present[/i]
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Dev made his way back to the cockpit, overlooking the displays. This hunk of bolts was barely operational, but luckily the navigation system worked like a charm. Dev could see the floating ball of ice and death not too far away. While jumping out of Hyperspace closer to the planet would have been more beneficial, Hoth was a relatively remote planet and hyperspace chartings for this region were relatively unreliable. Dev wasn’t exactly in a hurry, he didn’t imagine anyone else would be hunting for the thing so quickly. The exiled Jedi gave a small smile as he ensured the [i]Tarisian Dawn[/i] made its approach to Hoth. He turned and left the cockpit to go put on his armor. As he did so, the scanners were picking up a few unusual readings… readings that most certainly signified the presence of other hunters…