Splash. Plop. Splish, Plop.
Fluid ran down in drops from a pipe running down a towering building in a narrow, decrepit alleyway. This alleyway opened to the wide streets ahead which were littered with shops selling legal and illegal items, and everything in between. For now this particular narrow path was almost deserted. Almost! For there was one massive figure standing there. Cloaked in shadows, a pair of yellow reptilian eyes peered hungrily at the multitude of people ahead. Many days have passed since he had his last fill of blood. Now he wants it again, and he'll have it again. He was in Nar Shaddaa, the teeming city of millions. A few dead won't be noticed. And even it they are, what cared he?! He was patient. Sooner or later, a prey would come walking into his deadly web.
Unbeknownst to him though, he was being watched.
Rightly called the Smuggler's Moon, even law enforcement officers were known to do a double-take before patrolling here. The streets ran torrents of people of all races from around the galaxy. Following and catching criminals is challenging for even the most seasoned coppers. As for the criminals themselves, while they had the streets for themselves to rule, every block had to be defended from rival gangs. Every drug dealer, every gang had its own designated space. Take a step into the space of a rival gang, and you risk the outbreak of an all-out gang war.
From the din of the streets a couple of teenagers broke through the silence of the long, silent and alleyway. An ominous silence reigned, broken only by their peels of laughter. They seemed clearly under the influence of some recreation drug and were enjoying it to the full. But they knew not the danger they had just stepped into.
"Good stuff, this!" whispered a boy. His voice has not yet developed fully, and was still somewhat boyish. He had experience with such substance already, and it did not affect him too much. But even he was impressed by this particular spice.
"Be...sttt in the ma...maar...maarket!" slurred out a girl. This was her first time, and was somewhat forced into trying out by her friend. She had to lean against a slimy wall to steady herself. Her vision was blurred. The lights of shops and of the streets, the buzzing of the crowd, and the feeling of slime off the wall on her elbows all blend into one beautiful experience. She was even headbanging in a tune of the latest hit song she was playing in her head. However, she was still more observant than her male friend.
"H...Hey, look! Even the shadows move and shine. Fookin'...cool drug Woofer!!"
"Huh? Shadows? What shadows?"
"Behind you, ya bantha dung-head. It glitters!" accosted his over-excited friend.
"What the...?!!!"
A monstrous form erupted from the depths of the translucent shadow and with one fell swing, knocked him against a wall with a low snarl.
His friend though was under the impression she was hallucinating. "Ooooooh! What mix you gave me, Woofer? Come on, take a swing at it!"
The cloaked figure started to bend down silently to feed on the knocked-out male. But it had only unclenched his massive jaws to bite into his throat that he heard a massive thud behind him.
"Oooooh Woofy! Look, it's a cat! Fook, I gotta get more of this thing..."
The Barabel turned and saw a massive figure standing at the far end of the alleyway, eyes on him. Ignoring the pair of drugged teenagers, he strode towards this new threat. He can get them later.
This new entity uncloaked as it started advancing as well. It was a Togorian, one which the cloaked figure knew well. All that could be seen was that the Dark Councillor carried a kind of spear on his back. The Togorian called out to the young girl. "Take your friend and leave. NOW!"
"Ok, ok. No need to shout. Sheesh...even cats shout nowadays! Come on Woofy." She started dragging her friend by the scruff of his shirt out into the streets again.
Making sure he pair had left safely, the Dark Councillor called out to the hooded figure. "So you're the urban legend who has been killing here. Who the kark are you? Oh wait! I don't care who you are, really. All I care about is how you'll leave. Me kicking the ends of your cloak off this planet, or you leaving on your own. Take a pick." His entire being was already seething with the energy of the Force.
His enemy was still to uncloak, but it seemed he was unwilling to do so. It hissed out a challenge. "Come not between me and my prey!"
"I have to answer for every Force-User in the Brotherhood, and won't allow wanton violence on the mundane."
"Jedi, are you?" spat out the cloaked figure.
Rajhin replied to him, jeering, "That doesn't concern you. I know who you are, and I also know that I'll be hauling your karking arse off Nar Shaddaa. Oh! Taken your pick have you, reptile?!" Draugan, a Barabel-Dashade hybrid had finally uncloaked and was barrelling at him unarmed, or so it seemed. "No weapons? Against a Dark Councillor? Really, you'd think we are flies to be swatted away, do ya?" Rajhin dropped his sword and spear down. This fight was beneath him, and he can beat this upstart without weapons.
