Plucking Eggs From Under Papa Dragon (Grik Volic v. Yuunda Cloudchaser)

[Bleed Me A River]

Grik was the chosen Acolyte to assist in a kidnapping. Not just any kidding napping but the kidnapping of Yuunda Clouchaser's daughter. He had heard the name around the temple in Korriban, and most of his mentors there spoke of him as if he were a great warrior out of a tale, though they had seen these things happen firsthand. Grik was unimpressed. He wanted to test this man's mettle for himself. Just an acolyte himself, Grik holds himself in a pretty high regard in terms of his prowess. He had already survived a sparring match with Crusader Aaron Corinth. Though, he knew that was only sparring, he still wanted to test himself. The Crusader was on his way to their shop in Anchorhead, while Grik served as the distraction, occupying her father long enough for him to make away with his daughter.

Grik sat outside of a cantina, waiting to meet Yuunda, posing as a potential business partner. "This heat is unbearable..." he thought to himself. Grik was a nocturnal hunter, having grown up on Barab I, that's what he was accustomed to, not deserts. Though, he'd make due with a little trick he picked up, using the Force, to keep himself cool. The fan helped quite a bit too, but he figured now was a better time than any to practice.

 

[The Derp of Hooves]

Yuunda had heard rumors running abound in Mos Esper that the Sith had landed there. He needed to go and take a look, he had enemies among the Sith and if they were anywhere near his home, he had to take care of it. Lucky for him though, he had his pet Krayt dragon along with him, though he left the beast on the outskirts of the city, he didn't think that the citizens of Mos Espa would appreciate a giant ferocious lizard trampling through the streets. He had double checked his arsenal of weapons, his two WESTAR 35's and his two lightsabers before heading out and all four were in working order. He had done some serious altering to his lightsabers ever since hid defeat on Coruscant, carrying around one these days wasn't a smart thing unless you were a Sith. His durasteel hilt was rather unchanged and kept hidden in his prosthetic hand, while his phrik hilt looked nothing more than an unadorned plasma cutter. As he owned a repair shop with his sister, it wasn't too curious for him to be carrying one around.

He walked the emptying streets of Mos Espa as the suns set over the horizon and headed towards the local cantina, if the rumors were true about the sith, he could find out there and have a nice drink or two while he was at it. Casually adorned, he tightened his eyepatch as he stepped through the doors into the bar, his blasters swinging from their quick-draw holsters and his 'plasma cutter' tucked away in his belt. He was use to the stares he drew from the patrons, a face and body as scared as his was subject to such unwanted attentions. He picked his way to the bar and ordered himself a good strong hutt ale and started up a conversation with the Irridonian bartender.

It didn't take him long however, his senses on high alert he immediately felt a disturbance in the force. He sighed as he finished his drink, at least they could've sent someone stronger after him. From the fact that the Barabel outside the cantina didn't even try to hide his force signature, he figured that he must've been an acolyte at best. He wanted this over quickly, however, he decided to make the acolyte come to him and started gathering the force about him in preparation for the imminent battle ahead. He had to admit though, fighting a Barabel would be far more interesting than the other sentient beings he had faced off before. Meanwhile he remained completely ignorant about the main course, the attack on his home.

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Grik had sensed that a light sider was nearby. He could also smell the sandy smell of a Krayt Dragon nearby. He guessed it was a decent distance, given they were in a populated city. Anyone with a gun, at least on Barab I, who caught a whiff of it, would seek and destroy ANY possible threat, or die trying. The familiar whiff of air that wafted frequently through the catacombs of The Temple at Korriban. Another Sith was nearby. Given his lack in skill in force signature concealment, he could assume that he... maybe a she, was there for that purpose. He couldn't fill her force signature, but knew from his keen taste and sense of smell that she was near.

"This is what I assume one with no soul smells of." he thought to himself. He allowed her to cover his trail, before disappearing behind a cart.

"I will not interfere. This is your chance to prove yourself." a sudden, but familiar voice, who seemingly walked into his conscious. It was not a forced entry, he had no desire to fight it. It was as if this person had a key. Then, it finally donned on him. It was one of his old running mates, another force sensitive Barabel he used to run with in his days as a pirate and bounty hunter.

"Understood." Grik responded, simply. With that, he slipped through an alleyway, away from the Jedi, who had already detected him. "You let him sense me. Why?"

"We sneak up on prey. Not worthy adversary." the Barabel responded.

"Understood."

"I will be your equalizer. But I will not interfere. Turn to your left." the Barabel said. Grik would immediately follow orders. "Come out of this alley and go into this store. Grab a cloak and buy it. Do not raise any alarms."

A short silence between the two occurred as the transaction of local credits that he had traded at a currency exchange booth. "Put it on as you leave, and stay on the right side of traffic. Stay there for the time being."

 

[The Derp of Hooves]

Yuunda was deep within his second drink, or was it his third? That was a problem of his, once started he had trouble stopping and he preferred strong ales as well. While not completely inebriated, he had to pace himself and used a jedi meditation technique to help keep his mind clear. However, as he did so, he noticed that the Barabels presence had vanished. This didn't really disturb him at all, Barabel were a hunter species and if this one could use the force however slightly, he must've felt that this was a suicide mission and ran off. If he did however, he had Chen his pet Krayt, patrolling the outskirts of Mos Espa. If he left the city via land travel, Chen would hunt him down and tear him apart. Shrugging off the fact his opponent had vanished, he ordered himself another ale and drank deeply.

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Grik walked around the bar, scoping it out. He stood outside for a moment, at the door angling himself so he wasn't completely visible from the inside. He saw Yuunda inside, drinking.

"Do it. Engage your enemy."

Grik, without hesitating, grabbed his heavy slugthrowing pistol and fired twice into the air, scattering the inhabitants of this district. "YUUNDA! This one is ready for you! Come out and show me why they call you the Dragon of Tatooine!" He exclaimed, then fired his slugthrower three times into the cantina, aiming for his midsection, simultaneously igniting the clear-white blade of his lightsaber. He stood in the shade of a building across the dusty street of Mos Esper. Shedding his cloak, he stood, welling within himself, a torrent of untapped Dark Side energy.