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Exiting a few moments Arcadius exited the building, staring out to see if any were aware of his presence, he kneeled down, thinking the guard past out Arcadius rolled him on his black but stared down at the guards hazed over eyes, Arcadius frowned "i didnt make a kill shot, i know i didnt" whispering a beeping sound erupted from within his suit, he pulled out a holocron messenger, a small scaled man appeared, "Is the job complete?"
the pixels asked calmly, "Yes Sir, but a casualtie was a result of it" Arcadius bowed his head in embarassment, "Was it neccessary?" The holgram asked "I....I dont know" Arcadius turned away from the display in disgust, though a merc Arcadius rarely killed anyone, only two others have died by his hand, each haunts his dreams now and again, "Arcadius I have another mission for you, more of a Recon Mission, you are to go to the Jedi temple and give it to a jedi, a recording, it must be a Master, at that point the jedi will give you your next mission out, Filox out." A brief chirp and the image dissipated, Arcadius then brought up map directions and headed toward the temple...

...The Blood Puddle beneath the man grew through the stab wound made discreetly behind the left shoulder blade...

Zeth had walked the streets of Coruscant for a good while with that sack in his hand. Leaving his lightsaber back at the Temple with Bryce's death site was a good feeling that went through Zeth's body. He only had his green saber left, but the saber he left at the deathsite was his first ever made and his parting gift for A good friend of his. The Streets were loud and the conversations were mixed in with the sirens of the speeders overhead, but his mind was shut out from all things outside.

Zeth mixed into the shadows of a nearby weaponshop and confronted the shop keep while drawing his Vibroblade, the one that he came to coruscant with and trained with until he made his saber. He placed it on the counter with a calm expression on his face

"How much will you give me for this?"

The Quarren quartermaster looked at the fine blade and the antique design of the hilt and tsuba. He lookede back at Zeth with a more perplexed look on his face and spoke in his alien tounge

"Rughh uhh Achh oogh"
'60 credits'

The quarren took the credits from the counter and Zeth took it without hesitationand walked away with some pocket change. He headed back into the street and thought to himself again.

"Time to retrace my roots........time to head home"

His next path would lead him to Tatooine. His home after his first brief training as A Jedi. The hanger was not far from where he was, as he made his way there, he almost felt like something bad was going to happen to him in the comming days, but the feeling did not faze him as he entered the Furyan and set his course for Tatooine

Ninavask stopped meditationa dn just stared into his glace of Jawa Juice. He didn't really lie this stuff but they were out of his favorite.
Ninavask took a quck swig and set it back wrinkling his nose at the smell and taste. Ninavask sighed looking at the ceiling now.

((OOC: sorry thats all i got.))

"...So Dimir, what's eating you?"

After the completion of their job, catching a runaway Twi'lek nobleman's child, Vorzana had decided that they couldn't avoid Coruscant any longer, and chose to land and look for more work (or relaxation, whichever came first) while there.

Ji'Weth and Dimir had wandered off though in the direction of any seedy tavern they could find. More actually, Dimir wandered off thoughtfully, and Ji'Weth trailed after to make sure his human friend didn't come to any harm. Even Dimir's usually-sharp senses seemed incredibly dulled today.

Now sitting down, with a waitress heading back with their drinks, Ji'Weth was cornering him.

"Here you fellas are..." the waitress said, setting two drinks down, and walking off to the next table. Ji'Weth quickly noted the waitresses good looks, and how Dimir hardly raised an eyeball to her face, much less her chest, where his eyes usually went first.

"C'mon Dimir...you can tell me!" The Bothan tried to smile at Dimir, but as a lazy eye fell upon him, the smile melted off his face.
"Don't give me that look, man. It's obvious something's been bugging you for awhile now, since we dropped that kid off. What? Feeling bad that we've handed him off to his dad to be in that arranged marriage?"

What Dimir said next completely floored Ji'Weth into silence for the next good three minutes.

".......You think she'd marry me, Ji'Weth?"

Now, just because he was silent, doesn't mean he wasn't doing anything. Ji'Weth at the moment looked like a fish out of water with all of his silent mouth flapping and gulping.

He knew exactly who Dimir was talking about...after all, after Ricket heard them the first couple of nights, Ji'Weth, Saara, and Greg had taken to wandering the ship during random late hours for "a drink" or "checking the controls," when really they were snickering at Dimir and Vorzana's antics behind closed doors.

Finally he found his voice with the only word that seemed suitable.

"What!?"

"...I think I'm serious, Ji'Weth." Dimir played with a few stray strands of his long auburn hair as he spoke.

"Dimir, you've never been serious about a thing in your whole damn life. Good food, good drink, thrills, and beautiful women are what you live for man...not just ONE woman, but multiple! Just because you and Vorzana had a few nights..."

"...Ha...she was right. You guys did know."

"...She knew?....Why aren't we begging for our lives under her fury right now?"

"Bah, she figured things would be smoother if you guys kept ignoring it. No point in explaining, right? If you guys ever brought it up, or made some snide comment...then her fury would be brought upon the unfortunate masses." This made Dimir smile slightly, and Ji'Weth shivered at the thought of being the object of the firey red-head's fury. The last thing he needed were THOSE murderous green eyes looking up at him.

"I...that's true. But it's not the point, Dimir. I mean...so you guys had a few thrills. Why in the galaxy do you want to MARRY her!?"

Dimir shrugged. "It was just a thought."

"A thought you've been thinking seriously about, or else it wouldn't have done this to you..."

"Also there's something else. I think...I think she NEEDS what we're doing. Something's been funny about her since we got outta the Temple a few weeks back. She hadn't been sleeping well. That's how I found her...the uh...first night."

Ji'Weth needed no explination about the "first night" comment. He only frowned and motioned for Dimir to continue.

"She was awake, at the controls, really doing nothing but staring and thinking. I knew she'd been doing it for awhile, so I finally went out to see what was up. Things got hot, and it's been like that ever since. She sleeps now. She's able to concentrate on what we do."

"...Why would you want to marry a woman that you think is USING you for, Dimir?"

Again, Dimir shrugged. "I've always found Vorz absolutely...intoxicating. She's skilled, amazing at what she does, easily one of the most bad-a** women in the galaxy, and that just makes her more...."

"Desirable?"

"Yeah, that's the word. I just want her more than any other woman in the galaxy."

"...I think I'm going insane. It's like I've stepped into an alternate reality where you're capable of love."

"Ji'Weth, you know very well that I love ALL women...I just won't touch any of them anymore if Vorzana agrees to stay mine."

"I don't think she's yours...I think you're HERS, Dimir."

Dimir grinned, wide and a little crazy, and got up, leaving the tavern without ever touching his drink.

"Dimir...wait...where are you going? You said asking her was just a thought!!....Oh damn, we're all going to die."

As the 104th became close to the autmosphere, it launched a dropship. It wasn't even full, just 5 soldiers. One of which was private Dimitri Petrov, the 104's star sniper and tactician. Their mission was to find an important jedi, any jedi in fact. Not because they needed anything destroyed or help on anything, Petrov just wanted a signature. as the ship landed in the city port. all five troopers walked out, the 2 gunners and pilot also exited, totaling 8 men. Petrov was the only sniper, the others were republic marines and pilots.

"Well men. We're here.."Petrov's voice was serious, his posture of that of the most elite marine, then he stretched and let out a yawn, his marine voice was gone, he was now, the average man,"Alright! we're here dudes! finally im going to meet a jedi or something important! im so getting their signature on my shoulder panel!"

The other marines, confused by the Private's change in personality also became slightly less soldier like. But even if it didn't seem so, they were all on their guard, each with their weapons in hand. They exited the port and saw the city, they really stood out, everyone was wearing normal clothing around them, but they, they wore the marine's armour. Their fearsome white armour with colors to show soldier type and rank made them stand out more.

((we can use NPCs right? because the other men are NPCs...))

Natalia nodded and finished off her drink, then felt the odd sensation off getting hit between the eyes by a rock when nothing had in fact touched her. She stared blankly for a second then shrugged off the feeling and ignored the knot that had suddenly formed in her stomach. She was naturally good at building things but her ability to ignore her own feelings was second to none.
"That would be fine, I need to get used to the interface anyway." She said, crumpling the can in her hand before tossing it in a recycling bin.

Elsewhere near a space station half way on the other side of Coruscants orbit a ship dropped out of hyperdrive, shedding its speed quickly before beginning docking procedures. Larger then a star fighter but not quite large enough to qualify for the next category it was an odd ball but an elegant one. A silvery blue dart with scroll work embellishments it glided into its assigned berth, its beacon registering its as the faithless.

Natalia started laying in a course but mid calculation was rocked by a sudden blow to her mind. The attack was hard and fast but had an almost playful edge to it. Automatically Natalia's mind raised its defenses against further attempted intrusions sending a hash of signals through the interface that she did even realize where being inputted.

"Hey sis!" The words echoed inside of Natalia's skull like a whisper that completely filled her hearing, blocking out any other sound.

The hyperdrive engaged, set on a path Natalia did not recognize. Fighting down nausea she broke the connections with her sister, muttering obscenities as her mind tried to sort itself out properly.

"That was...Oh s**t." Natalia wasn't normally one for cursing but she was on a bit of a streak at the moment. Reviewing the coordinates she realized immediatly that they were a random configuration. She had not a single clue where they were going and would not unless she consulted a very detailed star map.