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It wasn't the first time that Nox had wormed his way into the heart of Hutt space, to the filthy urbanized moon of Nar Shadaa. He considered the rusty surface of the moon and the smog filled atmosphere to be reflections of Nar Shadaa's owners, the Hutts. They were vile, ugly, not nearly as well organized as they seemed, and dirty beyond measure. There was only one way to clean out the kind of infestation that they represented, which was to effect a complete purge. Wipe the slate clean.
Uriel the Fool. It was the name that Nox's quarry called himself. Nox thought it appropriate, considering their surroundings. It was a city of fools, run by bigger fools that suckled at the teat of ego through day and night. The informant that Nox had planted in Hutt space, who had been out of contact for so long that the Crusader had almost written him off as dead, sent a report that said a Jedi had come to Nar Shadaa. Uriel the Fool, he called himself.
Though it had been his great pleasure to hunt and exterminate Hutts the last time he had been on Nar Shadaa, Nox was there for the Jedi this time. The Empire willed it. He would have it no other way. But if any of the misguided Cartel members tried to step in, there would be no hesitation as he cut them down too. They weren't his primary focus, but that didn't mean he wouldn't pay them any attention.
The bar that Nox tracked Uriel to was large, situated in the center of a busy Nar Shadaa city that had spent at least a century building itself up as a town of entertainment and pleasure. The bar was one of the least vulgar places on the block, with a sign outside that wasn't entirely hologram or made of neon lights like all of the others around it. Instead, the sign represented the more down to earth atmosphere inside, comprised of stained metal and a few lamp lights for illumination. It read, "The Bloated Sog." Nox had little idea what it meant, but knew that he did not like it.
Inside, many tall top tables stood freely about the room with tall stools around them for seating. The room was wide, one center strip of free space leading up to the center of the bar at the back wall. The bar itself was nearly as wide as the room, with two doors on either side where various staff moved in and out. Smoke drifted in lazy curtains through, eventually whipped and torn apart as they reached closer to the ceiling fans that whirled around in a blur. Everything was in some earthen tone or black. The bar and the tops of each free standing table seemed to be made of the same wood, all polished.
A chill draft entered when the door opened, but even after it closed behind the short man wearing the silver mask it persisted and slowly wound its way through the room. Certain that someone who called themselves The Fool would not run, Nox made no effort to conceal his dark presence in the Force. Two lightsabers hung at his hip. Eight throwing knives remained hidden beneath his thick duraweave robe, strapped to the durasteel vest he wore on his chest. Two more knives, shaped as ulaks, remained imbedded in the back of his vest where he could reach them on his upper shoulders.
Nox walked down the center aisle between the two seating areas, unphased as the many patrons stared at him. He stopped before reaching the bar and turned to look at Uriel.
"Uriel the Fool."
Uriel the Fool. It was the name that Nox's quarry called himself. Nox thought it appropriate, considering their surroundings. It was a city of fools, run by bigger fools that suckled at the teat of ego through day and night. The informant that Nox had planted in Hutt space, who had been out of contact for so long that the Crusader had almost written him off as dead, sent a report that said a Jedi had come to Nar Shadaa. Uriel the Fool, he called himself.
Though it had been his great pleasure to hunt and exterminate Hutts the last time he had been on Nar Shadaa, Nox was there for the Jedi this time. The Empire willed it. He would have it no other way. But if any of the misguided Cartel members tried to step in, there would be no hesitation as he cut them down too. They weren't his primary focus, but that didn't mean he wouldn't pay them any attention.
The bar that Nox tracked Uriel to was large, situated in the center of a busy Nar Shadaa city that had spent at least a century building itself up as a town of entertainment and pleasure. The bar was one of the least vulgar places on the block, with a sign outside that wasn't entirely hologram or made of neon lights like all of the others around it. Instead, the sign represented the more down to earth atmosphere inside, comprised of stained metal and a few lamp lights for illumination. It read, "The Bloated Sog." Nox had little idea what it meant, but knew that he did not like it.
Inside, many tall top tables stood freely about the room with tall stools around them for seating. The room was wide, one center strip of free space leading up to the center of the bar at the back wall. The bar itself was nearly as wide as the room, with two doors on either side where various staff moved in and out. Smoke drifted in lazy curtains through, eventually whipped and torn apart as they reached closer to the ceiling fans that whirled around in a blur. Everything was in some earthen tone or black. The bar and the tops of each free standing table seemed to be made of the same wood, all polished.
A chill draft entered when the door opened, but even after it closed behind the short man wearing the silver mask it persisted and slowly wound its way through the room. Certain that someone who called themselves The Fool would not run, Nox made no effort to conceal his dark presence in the Force. Two lightsabers hung at his hip. Eight throwing knives remained hidden beneath his thick duraweave robe, strapped to the durasteel vest he wore on his chest. Two more knives, shaped as ulaks, remained imbedded in the back of his vest where he could reach them on his upper shoulders.
Nox walked down the center aisle between the two seating areas, unphased as the many patrons stared at him. He stopped before reaching the bar and turned to look at Uriel.
"Uriel the Fool."