It tastes horrible! Xilen thought as he sat back, casually folding his legs as he observed his favorite Corellian Wine. Of course, he was in the form of an elderly human woman. With the casual shrug of his sholders, he continued to sip the drink, becomming accustomed to the taste of it. The Cantina was relativly quiet for this time of day, but it would do. He was here on Sith business, not chit chat. But, where would he find a young Jedi, one easy to convert. One easy enough to defeat, without others interfearing? A stray, of sorts.

He casually looked up at the door, taking another sip of the wine as he waited for one of the Force to enter; He remained hidden beneith a cloak of innocence. In his current form, he wore his grey hair back in a neat bun, his brown, and red dress hanging over his scronny elderly legs. His face was cheerful, and inviting, yet sad, and desireing of conversation. The perfect body for an Ambush....

Jesmin smiled. Time to erase the hardships of the day, over a nice glass, or five, of Mon Calamari wine. She walked over to her favorite cantina, Freedom's Bar. She had heard stories that it was originally opened by Lord Snowkan, the first Grand Admiral in the Mon Calamari Republic. He had commemorated the day by letting whoever drank the most go through the Mon Calamari Republic's Training Acadamy for free. She had attempted it, but hadn't won. She walked into the cantina. The bar tender, a Mon Calamari smiled and started making her favorite drink.

" The usual Miss Ragabag?"

"Of course, you should know that by now."

Jesmin smiled as she said that, realising that it had been over six years that she had been with the Republic. Suddenly she felt a Force presence behind her. A Sith precense. She wirled around, pulled out her twin blasters and let herself fall into the Force.

"No blasters, no blasters." screamed the bar tender.

"I'll pay for damages. There is a Sith here, and I intend to find him or her."

Jesmin, with limited capabilities, knew this would be hard, but she called out to Emperor Teebo, hoping he would help come to her rescue. She tried to pinpoint who it was, but was having some major difficulties.

[i]Why couldn't I have learned more about the Force?[/]



Then she remebered her Master. But she wouldn't be able to get here in time. No, Emperor Teebo was her only chance, unless this Sith was a low one, but his or her Force precense was great. She waited for it to make it's move...

The old woman sat silently in the corner, smiling at the figure of Jesmin as he strode up to the bar. She listened to the conversation, Xilen hidden below her skin. Within a few moments, the frail woman managed to stand with the help of a man next to her, and approached the bar, her hunched back crippling her walking.

"Good evening, sunny..." she said, a bright smile creeping across her wrinkled face.

"I believe that man over there is the man you're looking for." the said, pointing out a young man of firm build in the corner with a dark cloak over his head. He did resemble a Sith, and Xilen knew that Jesmin would fall for the bate, as any untrained Jedi would.

The woman nodded her head, gesturing toward him.

Jesmin watched as the old women came towards her. She was crippled and needed help.

"Good evening, sunny..." she said, a bright smile creeping across her wrinkled face.

"I believe that man over there is the man you're looking for." she said.

Jesmin followed her hadn and saw a man with a cloak over his head, and did look fairly like what a Sith would, or so she thought.

"Alright you Sith," she said turning to the man, "uncloak yourself."

The man jumped in surprise.

"Me, I'm no Sith."

Jesmin reconized the man, it was a former subordinate of hers. A subordinate she was sure wasn't a Sith. She glanced over to where the women had been...

The figure of the woman had long since vanished, into the tall, dark cloaked figure of Lord Xilen, Sith Lord and servant of the Dark Lord Maim himself. He extended his hand forward, drawing the Jedi's lightsabre from her hand. As it collided with his ahnd, he looked at it, igniting it for a split second before tossing it back to her.

"Nice Sabre, Padawan." he snidly commented as he folded his arms, a smirk on his face.

Jesmin grabbed at the lightsaber. This stranger wanted to fight her. She quickly shot a burst of blaster fire streaming from head to toe of the enemy, then struck out at the head with a quick slash of the lightsaber. As she did so she levitated a table nearby and brought it towards the Sith. It would hopefully strike him in the side, and make him hit the bartender, which would allow her time to finish of the Sith. The anger rose in her as she prepared for the finishing blow, if this one that she was striking didn't finish him off...