Easing within Docking Bay 15, the Sith Infiltrator lowered its landing struts, before coming to a gentle touchdown at the hands of its pilot. As the flight systems began to power down, various technicians hired by the Astra began moving toward the sleek craft. The docking bay was a bustle of activity as fuel was refilled, hull inspections made and general paid for maintenance carried out.

Within the Crossfires cockpit, Vance Jas lifted the bag he had been packing, clasping the last strap that held its contents within. Dressed in a dark over shirt, with various Corellian designs across the chest, and dark pants and boots, the young man looked every part his cover identity; that of a ship collector who had more credits than he could spend in a lifetime.

Considering the surrounding station, it was the best cover available.

Walking from the cockpit, Vance shrugged the travel bag over his shoulder, before activating the hallway security measures. Fine leather boots clicking on the floor panels, he continued until he reached the rear ramp way; which he soon lowered and used to exit the vehicle.

"Welcome to the Astra Astoria, mister Mytell. My name is Chelsie Loran." Came a pleasant voice from Vance's left. A young, finely dressed greeter bowed slightly, her smile genuine enough to fool most; despite the formal manner in which the young woman posed, Vance knew that she was a more subtle means of security while in the docking bays, more than likely reserved for the expensive guests where a number of armed officers wouldn't be appropriate.

"Thank you." Vance replied, giving a nod and a smile. "I wish to go straight to my room, and I have no need for a tour of the establishment." And as he said his request, Vance caught the slight tightening of skin around the woman's eyes; she was obviously suspicious of the collector before her now.

"Don't worry, Miss. I've been to the Astra more times than I can remember, I almost know this place off by heart." Vance laughed, walking forward as he motioned with his hand. A lie, of course, but one which could be backed up as his identity persona had reportedly made many such trips to the station; though an effort into security recordings would show a lack of sightings of Jenson Mytell...

No matter.

"Of course, Mister Mytell." The woman smiled, seemingly content with the explaination, though still seeming to watch Vance more closely than before.

"If you will excuse me, I need to rest after my flight." Vance winked, walking past the young woman toward one of the many shifters that were located throughout the Astra. Stepping onto the platform, Vance spoke his destination and was whisked away in a flash of dematerializing molecules...



Vance's Corellian over shirt was piled on a table, his travel bag having been opened and emptied, discarded beside the clothing which remained. The room itself was silent, darkened as the internal lighting was turned off, and void of movement.

Within the bed, a form rested peacefully beneath the sheets and heavily decorated blankets; yet upon closer inspection, the form was revealed to be a collection of packed and shaped pillows and other assortments of available means of padding.

A shadow passed the large window beside the bed, before the cloaked Sith stalked from his room, the automated door sliding closed behind him with a lock...



Vance moved through the hallways of the Astra like a phantom, his steps silent and his presence hidden. Those whom he passed were suddenly forgetful of the stranger they had seen, and security was passed through more subtle cunning.

Only when Vance was certain he was alone, having traveled to the lower levels of the station once more, did he stop. He had once again dressed in his robes and cloak, his lightsaber clipped to his belt and he was ready. Vance knew that Ahnk was bound for the Astoria, and that it would only be a matter of time...

”You’re clear, Sihoyguwa. Section 3 of the Downport. I do have to ask one more time… are you sure you want to land there? You do realize how rough that part of the station is, correct?”

Ahnk nodded his head.

”I’m sure, Astoria Control. Thank you for your concern, however, I am confident that my ship will be fine in the Downport.”

“Very well. Shall we tractor you in, Sihoyguwa? If your release control codec…”

“Thank you, but no Astoria Control. I can fly in just fine. Make sure to open the bay doors.”

“It’s all clear, Sihoyguwa.”

“Excellent. Say, what’s your name?”

“Uh, that is, highly unusual mam…”

“Oh, come on. You know my name. Only fair you tell me yours.”

“…its against… oh, well, what the hell. My name is Charlie Tucker, mam.”

“Okay, Charlie. Would you like to join me later for a drink?”

”No, I’d like to, but I’m sorry mam. It is against company policy… I violated regulations even giving you my name.”

“Oh, come now, Charlie…I’m going to be trapped on my ship while the men do business about your station, and without some company I just don’t know what I’ll do.”

“I cannot possibly, mam, though I would li…”

“Don’t make a lady drink alone, Charlie. I do hate to drink alone.”

There was a pause as the man considered it. Ahnk sat, head buried in hands, gently shaking his head in disbelief.

“Very well, mam. Do you have a specific place in mind?”

“I figured you could come down to the my ship, and we could relax… on my bed…”

“Um, well, uh, you see, uh… I don’t normally go to the Downport, mam…”

“It would be such a shame… I’ve been so lonely…”

”Uh… well, I’ll be there when my shift ends, mam.”

“I’ll be waiting…”

The computer then gave an audible beep as the channel closed, and free to, Ahnk began to chuckle heartily.

“Glad to see you are feeling more jovial.”

“You know, it’s funny, I was the Dark Lord of the Sith, but I can’t ever remember being that cruel.”

“An artificial lady can’t have a little fun?”

“Oh, by all means. I’d just hate to be that guy when you two meet face to console.”

“Get out of here, Ahnk Rashanagok, and take your sobering demeanor with you.”

“Lock all critical components while company is aboard.”

“Always. Enjoy your date.”

Ahnk grinned.

”And you, yours.”

Pulling cloak overhead, Ahnk slipped from the vessel and into the Astral Astoria’s infamous Downport…





The Downport was similar, in many aspects, to the lower levels of Coruscant. It was there, amongst the lightly purified air, still rich with the stink of excrement, that lived the dregs of society, in this instance and this particulate, the society of the Astral Astoria. It was here, and here alone, that the bottom rungs of the human condition lived out what, academically at the least, were referred to as their lives. Meandering about in their own waste, waiting for the next mark to come along, always looking for a score.

To them, a personal ship, leather outfit, and mechanical hand was money in the bank. In the eyes of the fallen, Ahnk was another easy wad of credits.

A shame that Ahnk was fallen too.

“All right, stop.”

Ahnk, of course, stopped immediately. Instinctively, he raised his arms. Hands were on his chest… patting him up and down, looking for weapons, information, money, or weapons. They found his lightsaber and removed it.

”Interesting weapom. You a Jedi, meat?”

Ahnk grinned.

“Used to be.”

“Right. You know what I think, meat? I think you carry this around so people will think you’re a Jedi and be afraid. I’m not afraid of you.”

Ahnk shook his head, amused.

”If only I were that smart.”

“Turn around, meat.”

Ahnk did so, hands interlocked across his head. As he turned he took a quick head count of interested parties and aggravating individuals. There were many stragglers angling for vantage but Ahnk estimated that counting the two he had pegged earlier, he was looking at about six to one odds. Pointed at him now were various objects… blasters, pipes, and his Master’s lightsaber. The grin eroded from his face as one stepped forward.

”You’re going to open your ship, and we’re going to take what we want, and then we’re going to kill you, meat, and sell your body for food.”

Ahnk sighed. With his head, he beckoned the man closer. He approached.

”Listen, it’s not too late for you guys. I am late to an important engagement and I don’t have time to kill you all. You can go home… I’ll give you some credits when I return, but for now we’ll just have to part with memories.”

The man stepped back. He pulled up the handle of the lightsaber, and brought it down across Ahnk’s face. The former Sith was felled, and brought a hand to his jaw, likely dislodged. He stood, shaking off the cobwebs as blood flowed freely from his mouth.

“You’re going to deactivate the security on your ship now, meat. And you can do it the easy way, or the hard way.”

Ahnk grinned, spitting blood and broken teeth from his mouth.

“Have you ever seen a collapsed lung? It looks fascinating in comparison to a functional lung. I’d be glad to give you a side by side comparison…”

Ahnk spat again, clearing his mouth. His grin widened.

“I’m quite proficient at organ extraction, however, I admit I am not as good at organ implantation. If you do not have reliable, professional medical coverage, I would advise against continuing in this course of action.”

The man shook his head, a grin forming on his face as well.

“Hard way it is, meat. All right, boys; cut him up.”

Ahnk sighed. The group began to approach, weapons raised. The man immediately front came first, turning the lightsaber on with a flick of the thumb. He began to move quickly towards him, going through an impressive series of diagonal motions from side to side, trying to back Ahnk away into the men behind.

But while the man was component, there was a flaw in his technique, It only took a small force push to activate the second emitter and the man, unable to compensate in time, continued his feinted slash, directly through his own leg. A blaster was raised but Ahnk was faster… the swirling blade continued to knock the shot harmlessly away, not stopping until it had cleaved arm from torso and landed harmlessly in a puddle of slime.

A man came with a pipe… Ahnk spat, and a large amount of wet, sticky blood landed on the man’s face. Unable to see, he stopped his swing to wipe his eyes… and, shamelessly, Ahnk kicked him in the groin, doubling him over, and brought a knee up to his jaw, sending him flying backwards and allowing his own blood to cover his face.

Another man came with a pipe, but Ahnk saw him coming and ducked, picking the man up on his shoulders. A blaster rang out and a scream filled the room, as Ahnk dropped the man who had inadvertently intercepted a blaster shot bound for the former Sith’s head. Ahnk allowed him to drop to the ground, clutching at his stomach as he hobbled away, with Ahnk turning his attention to the man with the weapon.

The man took another shot, but Ahnk shook his head and raised his hand. The shot stopped in midair, and then began to move in the opposite direction. It found its’ way safely back inside the barrel of the blaster, and then, against the urgings of the shooter, the barrel found its’ way angling up towards his head. Lodged in his mouth, Ahnk shrugged, and the man made the wise decision, releasing the gun and running away.

As the gun fell, Ahnk allowed his hold on the blaster beam to dissipate and allowed it to continue its’ trajectory in his general direction. Much lower now, it missed him completely, but struck the assailant behind in the shin, severing his leg just above the ankle and causing him to fall onto his chest. Ahnk considered a parting shot, but late as it was, merely called his saber into hand, activating it and giving it a small twirl to shake off the slime and kill the man who tried to shoot him in the back. With a grin, Ahnk headed for the shifter.





Ahnk allowed the whiskey to swirl around in his mouth, aggravating and soothing his wounds simultaneously. He had planned to have a drink anyway… for confidence, or so he told himself… the loss of three teeth was a painful sensation, and the numbing of the alcohol was a comforting cover for the fact that he had become, in a short amount of time, a deep despair alcoholic. Taking another drink to flush the realization from his head, Ahnk reached out for the familiar force presence of his date. Finding it, Ahnk shook his head, trying to shake away the memories the presence brought with it. He sighed, turning his back to the crowd and his face to the bar.

“Better give me another.”

Vance stepped out of the shifter, his eyes narrowed as he looked around the all but empty hangar bay. The Sith's gaze fell upon downed figures, each laying sprawled out on the cold flooring in some manner or another. Seemingly they had run into Ahnk, if their status was any indication. Walking toward the group of six, stepping over some of the groaning men, others not that lucky.

Looking down at the aftermath, Vance allowed a smile to touch his lips. This was indeed the work of Ahnk, for the hangar was housing his personal craft, and some of the dead or wounded held lightsaber wounds; speaking of which, there seemed to be only one man who had noticed the new arrival, and his eyes were wide with fear as he attempted to crawl away from the cloaked figure...

"Where are you going?" Vance asked in a low tone, the shadows of his hood hiding his features in the already darkened hangar. "We haven't even been introduced..."

Stepping over the downed form of one man, a lightsaber slash evident across his torso, Vance walked slowly toward the struggling being. The man's foot, which had been severed, was laying not far from where he had began moving from; the charred flesh around the ankle indication of either blaster burn or something else... Vance wasn't overly interested in the facts, just where his sought after ex-Master had gone.

Walking around the crawling man, Vance came to a stop in front of him, but for reasons which were his own, the disabled being had his eyes closed; the fear was literally rolling off him in waves, playing across Vance's senses like some addictive narcotic. Lifting up a boot, Vance placed it firmly against the man's collarbone, holding him in place and gaining his attention at the same time.

"Do not crawl away from me." Vance hissed, shaking his head. "I have questions, you have answers, and depending on how well you answer, you may survive."

"A-alright." Cowered the individual, as he shifted to sit back, his hands shaking. "Just don't hurt me, don't do what he did." The man's eyes were staring widely at Vance's weapon, which was clipped to his belt, obviously remembering the fresh memory of a lightsabers deadly properties and uses.

"Where is the man that did this?" Vance asked simply, disinterest playing in his eyes.

Such a pathetic being. No doubt he and his group bit off more than they could chew.

"I-I don't know!" He stammered in reply.

Vance sighed.

"Honestly, I don't know!"

"What is your name?" Vance asked, crouching down as his cloak surrounded his form.

"J-Jax." He replied, the puzzlement evident on his face as he watched the shadowed man before him.

"Jax." Vance repeated, nodding. "You had best start remembering, or you will find that the punishment my friend did to you, and your own, is nothing compared to what I can... and will, should you not speak what I wish to hear." Vance smirked, shrugging. "Even a guess, it doesn't matter to me."

Jax swallowed, nodding as he continued to shake. "A-alright... Um, he, uh, he took the shifter over there. I didn't hear where he was going, but I saw him leave the hangar."

"See? You do know something." Vance gave a smile, which was not pleasant. "And has anyone else used the shifter since?"

"No..."

"Very well." Vance stood, looking down at Jax. Shaking his head again, Vance began walking away, looking toward Ahnk's prized ship, but paused and looked over his shoulder. "Why did you do to bring this response on yourself?" He asked, mildly interested.

"W-we, uh, wanted to get into his ship... take his things, and um, sell him off for food parts."

For a moment all was silent, the Sith didn't move, neither did Jax. And then, simply, Vance chuckled. Something he was not accustomed to, nor rarely did.

"Pathetic." Vance muttered, turning with a flow of robes, before he began casually walking to the ship once more. Coming to a stop, Vance looked up at the hull of the Sihoyguwa, smiling to himself. He was familiar with this ship, it brought back many memories of his time with Ahnk and the Sith's apprenticeship.

Reaching out a glove, Vance almost touched the craft, but something stayed his hand. Security measures were obviously activated, and Vance did not wish to become the victim of some trick Ahnk had no doubt installed. In fact, Vance was probably being monitored at the very moment, the onboard computer more than likely alert to his presence with being in such close proximity...

"Hello, Sihoyguwa," Vance said, ignoring the fact he was speaking with a ship, but having no doubt that the AI would understand him if he was being monitored. "It has been a long time, indeed." Then turning away, Vance began walking toward the shifter Jax had informed him about.

Once he was standing within, Vance looked toward the wall mounted speaker as it crackled. <<"Destination?">> It asked in a female toned voice, awaiting its passengers word or button press on the console.

"Last shifted location." He said, crossing his arms over the folds of his cloak.

<<"Affirmative.">>

There was a flash, followed by darkness, and Vance was gone...

One can find anything at the bottom of a bottle.

Confidence. Absolution. Satisfaction.

Remembrance.

Forgetfulness.

And everything in between.

If the world was a machine, alcohol was the oil. Doled out in moderation, the machine was lubricated, allowing joints to bend and gears to slide together. It was in excess that problems began, as the operation became sloppy, with belts slipping and hinges unlocking prematurely.

The key to drinking was being smart enough to know when you had had too much.

Or, failing that, to be smart enough to accept that you did not know, and never begin.

Ahnk Rashanagok was not a smart man.

“Sir, I have to inform you that you have reached the station maximum amount of alcohol consumption for a humanoid.”

Ahnk snorted. He wasn’t drunk… at least, not yet… though he did admit that minus the force to focus his senses he might have begun to feel the effects by now. He wondered if they would let him have more if he could prove he was a Jedi…

‘I could go to a different bar, you know?”

“While you could theoretically go to another, and you could theoretically drink their alcohol, I know as well as you know as well as I know that the majority of bar owners do enjoy a good conversation. And, from my observation, a good conversation is what it is that you are trying to avoid.”

Ahnk said nothing, a smile crossing his face. He pointed at the barkeeper and nodded his head in respect.

“Though you make lousy conversation, I do admit that you make an excellent observation.”

The bartender returned the smile.

“I have been told that I also make a hell of a milkshake, but everyone is often too busy getting drunk to try one.”

Ahnk nodded, throwing down another wad of bills. He heard his comlink beeping, and pulled his wrist from his knee up to his face.

“Sihoyguwa. How was your company?”

“Not what I was expecting… Ahnk, are you drunk?”

“I resent the implication! From what have you derived that heretofore baseless assumption?”

“The big black bags under your eyes, not even mentioning your crooked grin and the tears that have wiped clean your dirty cheeks.”

“Heh. Well, most of that is from the fight, but if you must know, yes, I have had something to drink. Anyway, it’s unlike you to call and ask for an update. What’s up?”

“Trouble.”

Was all that the ship would say, but the comlink gave a beep as it culled in a visual from the ship. It was a man in a dark cloak… and that was about all that could be made out.

“Do you know him?”

The computer asked, and Ahnk took a few moments to study the image.

”I don’t know. Maybe. The image isn’t very clear.”

“Well, one thing is clear. He knows you, and he is on his way.”

Ahnk frowned. He stood up, and turned to the shifters.

And there he stood.

Something about him struck a chord of familiarity within the former Sith, and he knew that he should know the man. He tried as hard as he could to try and fight his way through the fog that had engulfed his brain, but found that he could not.

All Ahnk could do was stand. When he saw a flash from the man’s waist he knew that he needed to have his saber ready, and so he allowed it to drop into his hand. Ahnk said nothing, and for the time, the stranger said nothing, but he was drawing closer with every passing moment…

Ahnk, ready, all the while…

“...is clear. He knows you, and he is on his way.”

Vance smiled to himself, arms crossed as he watched Ahnk from the shifter pad. He had arrived moments before the obvious communication had been sent from the ships computer; though Vance wasn't sure if he should be insulted because it didn't remember him from so long ago...

Though, when he thought about it, Vance didn't really care.

Ahnk looked in his direction, which immediately brought Vance back to the present. Walking forward, Vance kept the faint smile on his lips as he slowly closed the distance between Ahnk and himself; the expression on the other man's face was highly amusing, the confusion quite evident.

Apparently computers aren't the only ones with faulty memories.

Vance unfolded his arms, allowing his cloak to billow behind him. The lightsaber on his belt was instantly noticed by Ahnk, as the younger man had expected, and was not surprised to notice Ahnk's own weapon coming to bare...

Stopping, Vance narrowed his eyes from beneath his hood, staring at his old master. Surely it hadn't been so long that Ahnk could not remember anything of their past? It almost seemed as if this man was someone else entirely, which in itself was both interesting and laughable. Finally Vance decided to break the silence...

"Ahnk." He stated simply, his eyes flashing as he grinned. "It has been a long time indeed... so long, in fact, that you seem to have trouble remembering who I am." Vance's features returned to a scowl as he grasped his lightsaber, activating the weapon with a snap-hiss. "Allow me to remind you, old friend."

Stepping forward, Vance brought his azure blade around in a quick slash aimed for Ahnk's right side; and moving with the attack, he twirled the weapon in front of himself, before stepping backward and in the same mid-step launched forward for a stab with the tip of the blade.

"Surely you remember me?" Vance chuckled, his lightsaber humming as he backed away once again, his blade held in front of him as he eyed Ahnk, watching the other man closely.

It had only been a a few years since last they had seen one another. And though some might feel that actions taken against a former master were a sign of ignorance and disrespect, Vance preferred to think of this as a reminder to his old master; a means of showing Ahnk exactly who he was dealing with, and why he should never have forgotten Vance to begin with...

Realization was but a duel away.

Leia's breath had caught in her throat when the shadowy cloaked figure had entered the area that she had been residing in, and had promptly seated itself at the bar to demand a drink.


It was him.


It wasn't the physical appearance of the cloaked man that gave away his identity.... rather, it was the strong Force presence that accompanied him. Though the presence seemed somewhat different from the last time she had encountered the man, there was a striking familiarity that no amount of change could ever hide. From Leia, at least…


Staring out from under the deep hood of her long black cloak, Leia warily watched the man down a long chain of drinks, until at last the bartender seemed to refuse to fill up his glass any longer. The two talked for a while, before the cloaked man’s attention abruptly turned to his wrist. Apparently he had a comlink of some sort…


She was fully aware of the fact that the man had been aware of her presence almost as soon as he had walked through the door. To the regular passer-by, she was just another shadowy figure seated in the corner of the room, easily overlooked. But to this man, she represented the means to an end…. To what end however, she did not yet know.


The man seemed to steel himself before rising to his feet, the effects of the alcohol he had just consumed somewhat evident in his actions. For a moment Leia thought he was ready… but the sight of another cloaked figure gliding swiftly towards the man now full of liquid courage made her hesitate.


This had not been planned. Something had been changed… perhaps to her detriment? Her purpose here had been trivial to begin with, had things in fact gone awry?


Leia saw the glint of polished metal as lightsabers suddenly appeared in the hands of both men. They seemed to be pitted against each other, her presence going completely ignored.


Leia settled deeper into her chair, and pulled the hood of her cloak even lower over her face. For the moment… she was just a spectator.

Both shimmering blue blades of Ahnk’s Master’s lightsaber came alive with the unfortunately alltoofamilar snap hiss, and they crackled as they met the blade of the opposing warrior. Ahnk’s dual emitter matrices should have provided him an advantage, but the opposing warrior was able to counter that by acting with expert feint, and something even more sinister…

Though Ahnk’s memory could not tell him who the man was, there was something intimately familiar about the steps through which they both were undertaking. The man stepped in when Ahnk stepped back and back when Ahnk stepped in, and it was clear to Ahnk that whoever the man was, they had fought before. Perhaps worse, he saw shades of his own martialism in the man’s aggressive attacks.

Ahnk knew that as long as they played swing for swing a mutual stalemate was all but guaranteed. He elected to change the pace a little, dropping one of the saber’s blades and meeting the familiar stranger’s strike with power, bending the man back as Ahnk pushed his weight down onto the interlocking blades.

“Let’s not play this game any longer. I can kill you any time I wish, so let’s talk.”

The man offered but one answer, as he began to push up with his own strength and push Ahnk’s blade back up. The former Sith offered a cocked eyebrow.

“Or maybe I can’t.”

The man continued to push, offering no quarter beyond his ferocious determination to draw level with the Rogue Jedi.

“But, you know! Maybe I can. And if we keep fighting, one of us will die. So let’s just talk this over, alright?”

The man did not seem much the talkative type, so Ahnk made his move. He snapped the second emitter back on and spun it around, aiming for a perfect dissection of the man mid-waist. But the move had been spotted, and the man rolled back, over the blade, and at the apex of the roll offered his counter in a strike to the lax blade of Ahnk’s saber. The blow knocked Ahnk’s blade up and he couldn’t cut the momentum in time. His own blade was making a perfect strike for his neck and all Ahnk could do was turn away.

In so turning the blade caught his shoulder. Pain arched across his shoulders and chest, but his head remained affixed to his body. Thus the pain became a secondary concern, as the man dashed in towards Ahnk again. Ahnk matched his strikes with his once again single bladed saber, falling back into a rhythm. It was Ahnk again who broke that rhythm, throwing on the second blade and making a clean lunge towards the stranger. He hopped back and Ahnk capitalized, using the force to catch him off guard with a rough shove. He landed on his back several feet away, and Ahnk disengaged his lightsaber blades.

“Listen… you know who I am and I admit that you hold me at a disadvantage. Now, if I have wronged you, somehow, or insulted you, I will offer you an apology and repay any grievance… let’s just talk this out. Nobody needs to get hurt.”

Ahnk waited. He could feel the blood returning to his shoulder, rerouted via the force past his burnt our and cauterized closed arteries. It still hurt, but he would live. Though, it may seem, not for long. Ahnk was not sure who the stranger was, or what he wanted, or even what he would say, but he knew that the stranger was winning the fight.

And he knew the stranger knew it too.

Vance twirled his lightsaber back up into a guard stance, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Ahnk. The other patrons in the bar were awe struck, whether because they hadn't witnessed a duel between lightsabers, or they just hadn't expected a fight to break out, if not due to both.

“Listen… you know who I am and I admit that you hold me at a disadvantage. Now, if I have wronged you, somehow, or insulted you, I will offer you an apology and repay any grievance… let’s just talk this out. Nobody needs to get hurt.”

Vance smirked, slowly shifting his wrist until his blade tip pointed directly at his opponent. "You speak too much." He said simply, stepping in quickly, stabbing at his old Master; seemingly in the time since they had been partnered through apprenticeship and mentor, Ahnk had begun to lose the edge in his weapons technique.

But then, perhaps it was simply because Vance had dedicated himself to the art of the lightsaber.

Twisting, Vance began slashing and attacking with a series of angled swipes; though not aiming to harm Ahnk, Vance did want to make the man remember who it was that he was fighting. The near recognization in the other's eyes had almost made Vance give a hint, but he felt that Ahnk would soon come to realize the truth.

And if not... then Ahnk was, indeed, a mere shell of his former self and deserved whatever came to him.

Leaping backward, Vance landed firmly in place. Reaching out with his left hand, the Sith grasped at the nearby bottles that lined the bar shelf; and with a push of the force, he sent the various glass-bottled vintages at Ahnk. Though not a deadly attack in itself, Vance did want to put the other man off balance; and how better to do so, than by sending bottles of easily shattered glass and no end of sharp edges into the fray?

Not waiting for the glass to find purchase, Vance rushed forward, attacking once again with deadly precision and speed; he was beginning to grow weary of the battle, and was beginning to wonder what exactly had happened to Ahnk that gave the man such poor memory... it was, indeed, a riddle that would need to be answered within good reason. And sooner, rather than later, at that.