Mactire leaned against the railing on Nar Shaddaa. The moon, which orbited Nal Hutta, smelled just as bad as a Hutts backside and looked twice as ugly. Passers by occasionally glanced at him. Some muttered to their partners or group members that they should keep a distance. The Human chuckled at these comments as he slowly reached out with the Force in search of others that were slowly breaking out or of the targets that he had been assigned to ascertain while here.

His cloak fluttered lightly against the slight breeze that speeders and transport ships caused as they passed by, revealing his blackened armor; the armor of the Peacekeepers. Some people that got close could see his Rancor claw arm braces and his curved Wolf engraved Lightsaber. Mostly they noticed the quiver on his back and laughed thinking he was someone from a backwater planet that didn’t have blasters.

Mactire opened his eyes and sighed heavily before slowly moving towards the level’s local Cantina. Though in all honestly he had lost track of which level he was on. It had been three weeks since his arrival and not a single lead had turned up.

Jedi all across the galaxy had become targets for execution or capture by the Inquisitors. This had caused a rift in the Clan since there were a few Jedi sympathizers, along with a few Jedi themselves. Mactire himself had been trained by a Jedi, Sanguinius Tsucyra Entar. He tried to quell the anger in Mactire as best he could but with so much, there wasn’t much that could be done other than hope for the best.

As Mactire entered the Cantina he heard the beat of music playing. It was loud and annoying. There were people dancing on the floor, others were at tables or booths having a conversation or drinking alone. A number of tables were engaged in playing a game of sabacc. He kept the hood of his cloak up watching people but not letting anyone see his face. In case of a look-out here, he wanted to hide. His previous experience in this system didn’t turn out as planned. Chaos, as always, had followed him.

As he approached the bar, a Twi’lek stopped him. Her skin was crimson, while the tattoos on her luka were a vibrant emerald green. She was wearing a plain simple dress, which seemed more appropriate for a Noble form one of the Core planets. The violet in her eyes matched that of the lilac flowers of Corellia. The scent that came from her reminded Mactire of the fresh smell of the air after a rain.

“Excuse me, sir,” she said in an elegant voice that reminded him of a gentle breeze across the open fields. It was soft as well as soothing.

“I’m the one who should apologize ma’am. Please continue on your way,” Mactire said slightly stepping to the side and continuing to the bar.

“Oh you misunderstand, Mactire,” she said with a stern look of coldness that would freeze most men on the spot.

“You have me at a disadvantage? You are?” Mactire asked slyly, slowly turning to face her.

“I am who I always will be. Though you can call me AhToka,” she replied, slowly moving her hands behind her back.

Mactire faced her, locking his eyes intently on hers while not letting off of her or her movements.

“If circumstances were different I would say it is a pleasure to meet you. But what do you want?” the Human muttered with slight aggravation in his voice.

“It’s simple: I know your mission to hunt Jedi on this moon, and I want you to stop and leave them alone.” There was a sense of command in her voice, as if she was used to getting her way.

“Sorry honey, but I have my orders and my reasons. Now, if you want to talk and tell me where the Jedi are I could buy you a drink and we could discuss this like civilized people. Or we could make it challenging,” the human said smugly.

“You are hunting me and my friends I will not allow this to happen,” the Twi’lek said, stepping back, while drawing a lightsaber from behind. The hiss of it deadened the room as all eyes turned to her. The blade was a deepest blue to rival most oceans.

“Oh so it’s the hard way. Lady you really don’t want to do this,” Mactire said, slowly stepping back.

AhToka closed her eyes, shaking lightly as a table levitated off the ground and slammed into the Human's stomach, forcing him against the bar. Coughing heavily, using all the power he could muster Mactire pushed the table away making the people in the Cantina start to head to the door quickly.

Mactire drew his lightsaber, panting heavily. The hiss of it echoed in the empty place as its emerald green color matched that of Yavin IV’s jungle.

“Alright so you got some power behind you. Now you know what it will be like to face a Knight in battle, little girl,” Mactire said slowly spinning his blade in one hand.

The techno beat from the band continued to play as some of the patrons were looking at them and placing bets on who would be the victor of the outcome.

Another table came bellowing through the air at the Human. This time he was ready, leaping into the air, he stepped on top of it and used it to close the gap quickly between them while swinging his saber at her neck.

The Twi’lek’s opened her eyes at the last second and ducked as the Human passed her and landed behind her, swinging his saber again towards her stomach. She dodged, spinning gracefully to the left, as their saber connect for the first time, the sparks and sound made the onlookers gasp.

“Hmmm. This will be more fun than I thought,” Mactire said standing straight up and looking at his prey.

AhToka smiles back thrusting her blade at the human. He blocks it effortlessly, stepping backwards smirking. She try’s thrusting again and again failing to connect with anything but his blade against hers.

“Thrust, thrust. That’s good now let’s fight for real as true force users.” Matire says raising his right arm and pulling a chair up from behind her, forcing her to fall backwards.

The Twi’lek glares at him, standing up and closing her eyes a again slowly making everything in the room raise up off the ground. Mactire rushes towards her and knees her in the stomach making her gasp out for air sending her stumbling backwards, letting go of her saber.

“I won’t fall for that trick again.” The Human says sternly.

“You kicked me. A girl. I thought you had more class than that.” AhToka says winded.

“Me have class in a fight? Lady if you want class in a fight do back to school. Out here, there are no rules.” The Human growls using his saber to break hers. Forcing her to try to rely only on the Force.

“YOU HAVE KNOW HONOR” she shouts angrily at him, then starts to recite the Jedi Code as if to calm herself down.

“Look sugar, if you wanted honor in a fight, you won’t get it from me.” The human says slowly closing his eyes while putting his right hand out at her and concentrating on suppressing her link to the Force.

“No one calls me sugar, you siths blood nerf herder.” She grumbles. Closing her eyes and focusing her energy on trying to levitate the table behind him. It shakes lightly and then falls back to the ground. She keeps trying, but nothing is happening.

AhToka looks at Mactire startled, like a deer in the forest knowing the predator has finally caught it. “What… What have you done to me?”

Slowly opening his eyes, the Human walks over to her, smirking with victory. “Oh I just suppressed your connection to the force for a while. I’m gonna bring you back to my Clan and let them decide your fate. After we get the locations and names for all the other Jedi you’ve been helping darling.” Raising his hand one final time, he uses telekinesis to throw her harder than anything against the shelves of the bar. Breaking all the bottles as she impacts it, falling face down onto the floor.

Mactire slowly walks over to her, bends down and checks her pulse. Smiling in satisfaction he picks her up, puts her unconscious body on his shoulder and carries her back to the landing pad. Knowing this is a small victory for the Clan it does leave one less threat against them, with the possibility of turning her into an ally to use, along with a gaining information on other Jedi.