Wandering around within the city, a Mysterious Jedi cloaked in black wanders with a cloak hiding his face from the light of day.

The Wanderer does not speak to curious town-folk but keeps to himself and travels from pub to pub like he is searching for someone.

One hand is covered by a black glove and the other has rings on each finger, the symbols on the rings unknown to anyone within the town.

"I'll have another drink" is the only words heard by the people of the town, perferablly by the Bartender.

Kessel, a force-forsaken planet on the edge of the Maw cluster in the middle of nowhere. The only reason anyone knew anything about the planet was because of one simple reason: Glitterstim.

Underground a network of 'towns' had been carved. These towns had fared for better or worse through the multiple times this dirt-ball of a planet had changed hands - for worse usually.

Skopos stepped into what was probably the only bar within a million kilometers, and glanced about quickly. His left eyebrow twitched slightly as he caught sight of the cloaked figure at the bar. Pulling out a small-ish device, he punched a few buttons, and glanced at it for a few seconds before replacing it in the folds of his own cloak.

Sticking his head outside the door for a second, Skopos grunted something, and then returned his head to its proper position on his shoulders.

"I've come for the Jedi," he said in a raspy voice, his gaze directed at the figure at the bar.

The place stunk, and tasted, like sith spit. A virtual brothel for all manner of deviance to exist and to breed, Kessle had run the gambit through its inhabited history, from prison camp to pirate haven, it truely was a pit of sin. It was exactly the sort of place Kenix Kil desired, and enjoyed, but for one reason. Here, he could operate with impunity.

From start to finish, this read like a simple job. A quick hit and run maneuver for unknown goals being carried out by top agents. Though among the best at their chosen craft, Kil and Skopos made for an odd pair... but such was the nature of commerce. Somehow he was glad for the skills of Skopos, a walking, talking brain the likes of which easily baffled the most advanced droids. Working as they were, it enabled them to enjoy a dynamic that few could suceussfully manage.

Clad in his modified ceremonial guard armor and armed equally, though hidden behind scraps of a robe, Kil had agreed to let Skopos do the talking... the speaking kind. Should it devolve to the other sort of covorsation, Kil would quickly back up his more-then-able commerade in arms. Diffused of the force, the Hunter paintently awaited the word of his partner before moving. He would wait quietly, outside the grimy establishment, with his furry lizard companion, until he was needed.

With an amused smirk, he watched the mostly alien passer-by's, mostly hardened and drunken criminals, shy away from the entrance.

Noticing the new-comer who had just entered the bar he felt a strange energy about him.

Standing up quickly the cloaked Wanderer walked up to the new-comer and whispered into his ear.

"Meet me outside".

As the comment was said the Cloaked Wanderer walked outside the Pub and awaited the new-comer.

Skopos watched as the Jedi brushed past Kenix, and stepped outside. He traded a glance with Kenix, momentarily showing a quizzical look to his partner. Did this fool think it would be easier to defend himself, if he was foolish enough to resist, in the open? Shrugging his shoulders slightly, Skopos stepped outside himself.

"As you may be aware," he called out upon exiting the bar, "There is a bounty out, and has been for quite some time, for anyone capable of wielding what they call The Force. According to this little device," whereupon he retrieved the little black box, and subsequently replaced it, "You are a force user. As such it is in our reciprocal interests that you come with us peacefully. It's in our interest that you come peacefully because you're worth more unimpaired, and we are only in this for the fiscal accumulation. It's in your interest that you come peacefully, for I'm sure you don't want to come along sans say ... three or four quintessential limbs?

Peacefully. Imagine that.

Even before Skopos could finish his well-planned, and undoubtedly verbally cutting, glib comment, Kil would be well on his way to the prize. What amused him most, however, was that the prey had come to him... Rather then making him come to it. Unwittingly, ignorantly, the robbed figure stepped right into the 'bubble' generated by his furry, reptilian companion.

He had been right to endure the cage necessary for safe transportation of the Ysalimiri, but considering the blind nature of their mark, he was now beginning to think it an extravagance. Perhaps, he pondered, I could have taken this one unarmed and on my own.

Trained in the Force himself, albeit in a slight and single manner, even Kil himself could feel the null void created by the lizard carried roughly upon his shoulder. The creature was capable of 'pushing' the force back from itself nearly 5 meters in any direction, and this one was no different. Inclined to survive on a planet dominated by force-dogs, or Vornskyr, the species had evolved a defense against their natural predators.

And then someone discovered the advantage of such a defensive tactic as an offensive attack.

Unidentifiable from his partner, he seems but just a passer by until whipping back the tatters of his robe to reveal a heavy stun rifle aimed at the robed figure. Himself juxtaposed to Skopos, there was no worry that he might strike his partner, and the bonus of taking his victim with a full blast. Hopefully.

The Wanderer chuckled at the comments made by the new-comer.

"I thank you for your formal comments but i'm sorry to inform you that i'm not weak-minded thus capturing me will be quite a struggle" Said the Wanderer while he turned around chuckling softly.

"Next time you try to capture a Jedi of my calibur i suggest taking on a more rough apporach".

The Wanderer walks off grabing ahold of his Lightsaber just incase someone decides to follow him.

Walking out of sight of his foes he walks into the inner city in which he stumbles across a door in a alleyway.

The Wanderer decides to open the door to it's full extend.
To his surprize inside was what seemed to be a abandoned room used by a low class citizen.

The Wanderer noticed a rustic chair in the corner and a sheetless bed.

Taking off his cloak and setting it on the rustic chair he kneeled on his left knee and removed the rings on his left hand which seemed to give off a strong power of the force that would allow his Foe's to detect him using their strange device.Putting the rings into a small pouch on his sash he sat on the bed trying to kill time before the night came.

{ OOC: Oddly enough, I didn't notice the additional edit when I posted last. You have to allow us time to respond to you walking away, which is what this reply was written for (wrote it a few days ago). Kenix should post tonight as well, but incase he doesn't I've added a bit of him here too. }


"Turning your back to an enemy, and more certainly, an enemy that has just stated that it will not hesitate to remove body parts, if need be: sign of incredible bravery or stupidity.

Skopos looked at Kenix, as if asking him which was the case. The hunter seemed not to notice the look, but twitched his specialized stun rifle slightly.

"Stupidity, I'm guessing," Skopos said with a sigh, and a nod.

With a slight movement, Kenix opened fire with his stun rifle, the wide burst beam covering a sector of space a good odd-dozen meters wide, and crossing the fifteen feet to its target in a quantum-split second.

The blast hit Wanderer from the side as he fell to the ground instantly as his Lightsaber fell to the ground after him.

Wanderer looked up all he could see was the dust that surrounded the area around him due to the blast.

He grabbed for his Lightsaber and tucked it firmly within his cloak.

"N-Not bad for a Rifle.." Muttered Wanderer.

OOC: I'm guessing your on vacation or something of that sort.